To many, sexual intercourse is the ultimate sexual experience; to others, it ranks so far down the list of pleasure acts that it hardly counts at all. Between the two poles, we find the wide body of opinion which holds that it is a wonderful act in itself, but is made better when preceded by various sexual acts which increase sexual stimulation.
Let me use a couple of quotations to show the attitudes from both extremes.
"Fucking is strictly for truck drivers," says a bartender friend of mine who prefers more exotic sex acts and-likes to end each session of sexual variety by having fellatio performed on him.
"Suck ... suck ... suck, doesn't anyone fuck anymore?" complains the wife of a man who chooses to perform cunnilingus endlessly and frequently masturbates while or after performing it.
Who are the men and women who relegate sexual intercourse to an inferior role or who dismiss it completely? What acts do they prefer and why? Why do some enjoy intercourse, but find it desirable or even possible, only after other acts have been performed?
These are some of the questions we shall attempt to answer in this work. As usual, we shall turn to case histories to find our answers.
The people we shall meet, whose life stories we shall study, are not ogres or dangerous perverts or inmates of custodial institutions. Rather, they are the men and women among whom we live and work and play.
What they are today, depends in large measure on what environment did to them earlier in life, on what experiences influenced their sexual development, on which persons touched their lives in which way.
The reader may not agree with any or all of their attitudes and desires, but it is my hope that friend reader will be able to understand his fellow man and woman a little better and will not either fear or hate that which he does not understand.
CASE HISTORY 1
Alvin was an only child of rather wealthy parents. More than being well loved, he was coddled and spoiled. One thing he was not given was any sex instruction at all. Still, instinct has a way of imparting knowledge and one day he discovered masturbation.
The experience thrilled him and changed his whole outlook on life. Big women with large breasts and buttocks fascinated him. He would stare at them and try to picture such women naked, try to see their breasts and buttocks and thighs, tried to imagine what they looked like between their legs.
One such woman was Glenda, their maid. She was a plump woman in her early forties, a great, smiling woman whom he liked.
They were alone in the house one day and Alvin, his penis stiff with arousal, blurted a request that she let him see her without any clothes on. It came as something of a shock to her, but she regained her composure and told him she couldn't, that it wouldn't be right.
A few days later, he found an opportunity to see some of what she refused to show him. She was standing on a stool, cleaning a kitchen cupboard. He wore running shoes and she wasn't aware that he was in the kitchen at all.
Trying to stifle the sound of his breathing, the boy moved close to the stool, crouched and looked up her dress. He trembled with excitement at the sight of big, white, smooth looking thighs, and almost let a groan escape him as he saw massive buttocks in white nylon panties.
Below the cuffs of the panties, he saw portions of big white cheeks and he had to fight the urge to reach up and feel them. He couldn't see much between her legs, but that didn't matter, the sight of her big ass in the clinging panties was exciting enough so that he left the room before she could catch him, went to his room and masturbated, his mind reeling with images of what he had seen under the maid's dress.
Far from satisfying him, the sight made him want to see more, filled him with a consuming desire to see that big bottom without panties hiding it, to put his hands on the big cheeks and feel them.
He followed her more closely than usual and as a result, made a discovery which aroused both suspicion and excitement. From time to time, Glenda would go to the basement and his father would follow her there. He didn't know why they met there, but there was something furtive about his father's attitude and he determined to find out what it was all about.
Nothing happened until the following Saturday afternoon, then he saw his father follow the maid into the kitchen and heard them whisper. Sensing that they were about to make another trip to the basement, Alvin hurried there.
The walls which formed the laundry room had been roughly constructed and there were many cracks between the boards, as well as a few knot holes. Going around to the darkest section of the basement, one where there was no window to admit light, he stood trembling as he waited, hoping he had guessed correctly. It was only a few minutes before he heard footsteps on the stairway and he held his breath.
Glenda came into the laundry and turned on the light. Not more than a minute later, he heard his father coming to join her and his heart pounded so hard, he feared they would hear it and he could be caught.
His face pressed to the wall, he watched them smile as they moved into a passionate embrace, then saw his father's hands rubbing over the seat of her dress and squeezing the big buttocks he so wanted to see.
The hands pulled her dress up her thighs and the dress kept rising until Alvin saw her parity clad rump again, a much better view this time, despite the hands which kept rubbing over them. Through the taut nylon, he was able to see the woman's shadowy looking crack.
"Hurry, Glenda," his father whispered, "I don't know how long she'll stay out in the garden. Let's get going."
With a dazzling smile, she moved out of his arms and went to one of the rinsing tubs. Bending over, she gripped the edge of it with both hands and swayed her big behind a little.
Quickly, the man caught the hem of her dress and pulled it high over her back. He squeezed her behind through her panties, then stripped them down and the boy realized one of his dreams as he stared at plump, white buttocks, neatly separated by a deep, wide crack.
"Oh Jesus, Glenda," the man panted as he rubbed them, "I never get tired of this lovely big ass. Hold still now while I kiss these lovely cheeks."
Squatting behind her, he covered both massive cheeks with kisses, then put a hand in her crotch and rubbed lightly there.
His father stood and hurriedly opened his pants. He pushed them and his shorts down and Alvin almost gasped aloud at the sight of his big, erect penis. The boy had expected it to be much bigger than his, but he wasn't prepared for the massive size of the stiff organ. The foreskin was drawn back and the head looked to Alvin like a very big plum.
From his shirt pocket, the man took a tube and squeezed some of the contents onto the tip of a finger. He parted the big cheeks and applied the lubricant there.
It wasn't at all what Alvin had expected. What little he knew about sex had prepared him to see the woman lie on her back and the man he atop her and stick his penis into a hole in the bottom of her stomach, into a thing which the boys called a cunt.
Instead, the man slowly guided his big organ into the bailey between the smooth white cheeks, gave a push, then both he and the woman grunted.
"Christ, how you stretch my hole with that monster prick," she panted.
"It's nice stretching, isn't it, Glenda. You have to be the sweetest ass fuck in the world."
"Thanks, but I still wish you'd slip it to me up the cunt once in a while."
"I'd love to fuck you that way too, Glenda," the man told her, "but I just can't resist your beautiful ass. Steady now, dear, I'll feed it all the way up."
Gripping the woman's smooth looking hips, he used a series of short jabs to bury the full length of his penis into her, and then his tummy was pressing against her behind, partially hiding it from the eyes of the boy.
"Ooh, that's good, dear," Glenda panted. "You really stretch my hole with that big cock of yours. Be a dear and finger my slit while you've got that stout rod up my hole."
Continuing to press against her, the man reached around Glenda and fumbled until he had a finger rubbing in her slit, making her sigh. He fingered for a long time, then Alvin heard her panting and gasping.
"There, dear," his father said as he took the hand out of her crotch, "did you have a nice come?"
"Oh Christ, yes," she said with a sigh.
"Good. Now I'm going to have mine, right up your big, beautiful ass."
While his son watched avidly, the man began riding her arched behind, his belly slapping it with each stroke, his long, strong penis working in and out of her behind. He had been riding her behind for only a little while, when Alvin heard him panting loudly, saw him give a few fast strokes, then he pulled her behind back against him and he jerked strongly, his whole body trembling.
Alvin guessed that he was shooting his semen into the woman and his arousal flared to the point where he thought he would ejaculate in his pants. In the laundry room, his father sighed and pulled his spent member out of Glenda's big behind.
Smiling with content, he patted her buttocks, then pulled her panties back into place and she stood and let her dress fall around her.
They kissed and he patted her big behind again, then he left the room. Alvin expected the maid to leave too, but instead, she reached under her dress and tugged her panties down.
From under the sink, she picked up a piece of broom handle, about a foot long and, standing facing him, she inserted it into her vagina and began working it in and out, perspiring and panting as she did.
Alvin recalled what she had said to his father about wanting it in her cunt and he guessed she was doing the next best thing, making a human penis of the piece of wood.
He watched as she went on performing the act until she let out a groan, then a series of grunts as she pushed the dildo into her slit and her body jerked strongly.
Sensing that she was having another climax, Alvin decided that women were much more fortunate than males, in that they weren't finished after one climax and could have fun again when a male would be finished.
When she pulled her panties up and left the room, he took his penis out and was about to masturbate when a new thought came into his mind.
It was Saturday, he told himself, which meant that his parents would go to the club that evening, as they always did. He would be alone in the house with Glenda and perhaps this time she would grant his request, grant it so fully, he hoped, that he would want to be able to achieve an erection.
It wasn't easy to avoid the urge to masturbate, but after playing with his penis for a while, he put it back in his pants, closed his fly and went outside. It would be a long wait until his parents left for the evening so that he could try his luck with Glenda, but he promised himself he would save his charge and, if luck were with him, would know the joy of pressing against the big, bare behind of the maid and shooting it there.
His parents left at last and as he watched them get into the car and drive away, he felt his loins stirring and his penis stiffening. He went looking for Glenda and found her in the living room watching television.
"Alvin," she asked with a note of concern in her tone, "what's wrong?"
He paused, tensed, then threw himself down on the couch beside her and threw his arms around her and made a little crying sound.
"What is it, Alvin? Tell me what's wrong."
"Oh Glenda," he sobbed, "please, you've got to do something for me."
"Yell me what it is, dear. You know I love you. I'll try to help you. What is it?"
"Please, Glenda, take your clothes off and let me see you and feel you and ... everything. I want to feel your big white ass ... and everything."
"How do you know about my big white ass, Alvin?" she asked.
"I ... the other day when you were standing on the stool in the kitchen, I looked up your dress. Please, Glenda, I've got to see you and feel you."
"What is this, Alvin? Look, I know boys of your age are curious about girls and get excited and pull themselves and all that, but in your case, it's more than that. What is it, Alvin? I think you have more to tell me."
He caught his breath, blushed, then told her, in halting, broken phrases, what he had seen her do with his father in the laundry room.
"Jesus," she gasped, "you didn't tell your mother? No, of course not," she answered her own question.
"Oh no, Glenda, I wouldn't want to get you in any trouble. I like you, Glenda."
"You'd get more than me in trouble, Alvin. There would be hell to pay for your father too, perhaps even divorce. Where would that leave
"I won't tell, Glenda, honest. You know how much I like you. Please, Glenda," he said as he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed against her, "Let me see you and feel you and everything. Let me stick it up your pretty ass, like Daddy did. Oh Glenda, I'm hurting, you know where."
"Poor baby," she said and hugged him. "You're much too young for all this, but I think we'd better have a long talk and this isn't the place for it. Let's go to my room."
She got off the couch and went to her room, Alvin following closely, his eyes on the seat of her dress as he tried to recapture a clear picture of her big, white nether cheeks with his father's stiff penis pushing between them. He wondered why she closed the door behind them when they were alone in the house.
"Now then, Alvin," she said as she sat on the bed," I want you to forget everything you saw in the basement."
"Oh Glenda, you know I can't do that. It was such a thrill, I'll never forget it as long as I love. When he took your panties down and I saw your bare bottom, I was so excited I almost yelled out loud."
"But you're too young for such things, Alvin. You are old enough to get your dick hard and pull yourself, that's natural for a boy of your age, but you're not ready for the rest, with women, I mean."
"But I am, Glenda, I know I am."
"Look, Alvin, I like you, you know that, but it wouldn't be right."
"But heck, Glenda, I bet it wasn't right for Dad to take your panties down and kiss your bare ass and stick his thing up it. Still, you didn't seem to mind that."
They went on discussing the matter and Glenda kept facing the fact that the boy had her trapped and that a stage would be reached where she would have to give in.
Having faced that, the rest became easier for her and she was able to accept what had really become inevitable.
"Yell me, dear, when you were watching us, did your dick get hard?"
"Yeah, did it ever."
"And then did you pull yourself and shoot your cream?"
"Oh no, I wanted to, but I made myself stop.
I knew Mom and Dad would go out tonight and we'd be alone in the house. I wanted to save it all so I would be hard for you."
"Are you hard now, dear?"
"I sure am. Please, Glenda, take off all your clothes and let me see everything."
"I guess I'll have to, Alvin, you seem to have me in a trap."
"Please don't feel that way, Glenda. Please act like you want to do it."
"There's an old Oriental saying about that, dear," she said with a grin. "If you're going to get raped and you can't avoid it, then you may as well he back and enjoy it. All right, dear. I've never done anything with a boy your age, but I'm beginning to think it may be fun after all. You take off your clothes first, since it's your idea."
"Everything?" he asked.
"Everything, dear. We have a whole, long evening ahead of us, lots of time to play sex and we won't need any clothes for that. Besides, I want to see how hard your cock is."
To inspire the boy, Glenda pulled the hem of her dress high up her thighs, so that he could almost see the crotch of her panties, then she opened three buttons at the top of her dress so that he could see a little of bra cups and cleavage between.
"Do you sometimes strip bare naked for Dad?" Alvin asked.
"Sometimes, dear, when we're alone in the house and there's time for him to do all kinds of things to me."
"What kind of things, Glenda?
"You'll see, dear, I'll show them all to you and we'll have lots of fun. "My, what a hard little rod you have, dear," she told him as he pushed his shorts down and exposed it to her. "Do you really want to stick it up my ass and shoot your cream there?"
"Oh yes, I want that more than anything."
"Just like your old man, a ass fucker. You know, most men and boys want to get into the woman's cunt, not up her ass."
"You mean like you did with the broom handle?"
"So you saw that too? Yes, dear, just like that," Glenda told him with a little sigh. "What do you think your father would say if he knew you had been peeking?"
"I guess he'd be pretty mad," the boy said with a grin. "I guess Mom would be pretty mad too, if anyone told her about it."
"Christ," Glenda said with a little laugh, "a twelve year-old blackmailer."
"Oh no, Glenda," he protested, "it's just that I had to see you and feel you, all over."
"And stick your cock up my hole and ass fuck me?" she asked.
"Yes, that too I guess. Please take your clothes off, Glenda."
With a smile, she got off the bed and took her dress off. Her smile widened as she posed for the boy in bra and panties and nothing else. The time he had looked up her dress, she'd been wearing sheer nylons and he wished she were wearing them then, still he was not about to complain.
"Want to feel me up a little now?" Glenda asked as she stood before him, smiling.
He did and his hands hurried to her, feeling all the way from the cups of her bra to her knees, mostly though, on the seat of her clinging panties, through and around which he could see and feel her lovely, firm, buttocks.
When she took her bra off he feasted his eyes on her big breasts which sagged a little but were still exciting, but then his attention turned back to the seat of her panties.
"You're as much a ass man as your father," she told him with a teasing grin. "Go ahead, dear, pull my tight panties down and have a good look at it. I must admit, I do have a rather nice ass."
Dropping to his knees, he tugged her panties down, then his hands went wild as they explored her silken buttocks and he even probed her crack to see the hole into which his father had stuffed his big, hard penis.
"Your hole looks so small, Glenda," he said. "I can't understand how Daddy could get his big cock in it the way he did."
"Arseholes stretch, dear, just like cunts do, so a man can get in no matter how big his prick is. Go ahead, dear, stick your finger in and see how tight it is."
"But ... won't I get poop on my finger?"
"Did you see any poop on your father's cock when he pulled it out? If you're going to be afraid, Alvin, we may as well forget it and get dressed. I really think you are too young for sex."
"No, please, don't say that. I want to stick my finger up your hole. It's so pink and cute. Please let me do it."
"All right, dear," Glenda said with a smile as she bent from the waist to make access to her anus easier for him, then she felt his finger pause on the tight ring, then push into it.
"Mmmmmm, I love having my hole fingered, but I also like fingering in my cunt. Find my slit dear and put a finger in it too."
Obediently, he probed in her crotch but did not find it nearly as exciting. Her behind was smooth and firm and terribly exciting, but her crotch was hairy and soft and, when he found the slit and pushed his finger into it, it was wet and sticky and he didn't really like it. Still, she wanted it, so he felt he had to do it for her.
"How does it feel to have one finger up a woman's ass and the other in her cunt?"
"Ooh, it's real good," he lied.
"Your father thinks so too," Glenda told him, "but what he really-likes is to get his face in my crotch and his tongue up my cunt. He really knows how to lick there and make me come. Let's get on the bed now and really go to town."
She stepped out of her panties and they got onto her bed. Glenda gave him her big breasts to play with and he accepted the offer, but they were not as firm as he had expected and not so much fun to play with either. Still, he didn't dare risk offending her, not even when she fed one of them into his mouth and told him to suck on it.
Part of his nervousness passed when he found, after sucking on it for a while, that no milk came out of it.
"Please roll over and let me play with your pretty ass," he begged and, with a sigh, she rolled over, firm round buttocks and her deep crack nicely presented.
Alvin rubbed the silken rounds with both hands and, as he had seen his father do, covered the cheeks of her behind with wet kisses and licked over the warm cheeks, then up and down her crack. To his relief, there was a tremendous excitement about kissing and licking a bare, smooth behind and no unpleasant odor, so he went right on doing it, his hands rubbing her hips and firm thighs as he did.
He wanted to save the joy of penetrating her anus with his throbbing little tool, but he had to know the feel of rubbing against her silken behind with his body, so he panted as he mounted her and felt the length of his penis press into the warm valley between her plump buttocks.
"Ooh, Glenda, this feels so good," he sighed as he rubbed there and listened to her warm sighs which told him she was enjoying it too.
Then, with a cry of disappointment, Alvin realized he had rubbed there too long and, though he tried hard to hold back his charge, his body jerked on her naked behind as he felt his semen spurting into her crack.
"Did your brakes fail, dear?" Glenda asked with a little laugh.
"I'm sorry, Glenda. I didn't mean to. I wanted to get it up your hole before I went off. I didn't know it was going to happen so fast."
"That's all right, dear," she comforted him. "I guess the first time a boy goes to bed with a naked woman, it must be pretty exciting. Get a towel and wipe us up. Maybe you'll get another hard-on later and we'll have another try at it.
He hurried to get a towel, then carefully wiped her crack before he wiped the stickiness of his belly and his soft, spent member, angry with himself for having blown his first big chance.
"Here, baby," she told him as she rolled over and opened her crotch wide, "play with my cunt a while and your dick will soon get hard again. Want to suck it for me, the way your father does? You can get your tongue right in my slit and lick up my juice."
She started to push his face into her crotch, but as it neared the target, he found a strong odor of musk and found it so revolting that he feared he was going to be sick.
"No ... no," he protested, pulling his head away from her, "I can't do it, not just now."
He saw a look of anger pass over her face and felt fear which made him tremble as he realized he was doing everything wrong and that perhaps she would never go to bed naked with him again. He wished he could be as good at the game as his father, wished he could make her do what he wanted, the way his father had done in the laundry room. But her anger passed and she smiled as she took his right wrist in her hand and guided his hand to her warm, moist crotch.
"Come on, dear, you saw how your father fingered my twat, you do the same and make me have a strong come. I need a good come and you've had your fun."
When the woman put it that way, Alvin knew he had to go along with her demand, so he probed her wet slit with his finger and tried to pretend he enjoyed doing it. In a little while, she took his hand again and guided a finger to her clitoris.
"There, dear," she panted, "feel that little bud? That's my clit. You keep rubbing it with your finger until I have my come. Be gentle, dear, it's a very sensitive thing and you wouldn't want to hurt me, I know. There, yes, that's the way, Alvin, keep right on stroking it like that. Oh Jesus, I'm going to go off soon now and it's going to be good."
A little later, he saw and felt her naked body jerking and trembling, then her groans and grunts told him that she had achieved the climax she wanted and he took the finger out of her slit.
"Go down to the laundry room, dear and get me the piece of broom handle. You know where it is, don't you?"
"Yes. What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm going to give myself a couple of fucks. Hurry and get it, dear. My cunt is really churning for a good fuck."
Naked, Alvin ran to the basement, found the item she wanted and hurried back to her with it. She took it from him with a smile, ran it through her left hand, then put it in her crotch, parted the lips of her organ and began to push it in. Alvin stared in fascination as she worked it in and out and he saw the wood shine with the moisture her vagina had imparted to it.
She climaxed once, her big behind jerking up off the bed and holding there as she shoved almost the full length of the dildo into her, then, after a brief rest, she began stroking it in her vagina again and went on until she came a second time, then she sighed and lay resting, the handle pushed deply into her slit.
"I don't know why any man would want to waste time on other things when he could be fucking," she said a little tiredly.
On the basis of what he had seen and experienced, he didn't agree with her at all, to him, her beautiful behind was far cleaner, but he decided to keep silent and let her think he agreed with her.
Alvin had been confident he would be able to get his penis to stiffen again that evening, but Glenda kept showing him her crotch, making him feel her vulva and talking about intercourse. As a result, it grew late and he was still soft, so she told him it was time to call it a night and go to bed.
Frustrated that he had not achieved his goal of buggering the big woman, Alvin picked up his clothes and went to his room. Tired, he fell on his bed and thought of all he had seen and done during the evening. When he was close to sleep, he felt his penis stiffen strongly.
Getting out of bed, he hurried to the maid's room, but as he pushed the door open, he heard her snoring as she lay on her back, her legs up, crotch wide open. He decided it would be a mistake to waken her, so he took his erection to the bathroom and, enjoying a fantasy in which he was riding her smooth behind with his tool up her hole, he played with himself until he fired his load.
When he went to bed after that, he was so tired that he seemed to fall into a deep sleep even before his head touched the pillow.
Alvin looked forward to his second session with the big maid, confident he would handle himself much better, but fate deprived him of that thrill when his mother walked quietly down to the basement laundry room two evenings later and caught her husband with his penis up the behind of the maid.
As of then, she became the ex-maid and Alvin was not to see her again, was not to make his dream come true with his penis buried in the tight hole between her lovely, white buttocks.
There was an ugly tension around the house, for a few days, but Alvin was barely aware of it. Instead, he brooded on the cruelty of fate which gave a glimpse of ecstasy, then took it away from him.
All through his teen years, Alvin lived with frustration, with erotic memories and with a vague hope that one day he may meet another woman like Glenda.
Dating didn't work out for him. Even when a girl permitted rather advanced petting, it didn't work out. He would be going along fine, then his awareness of her bottom as opposed to other areas of her body would cause her to become tense and suspicious. He would make it clear that he wasn't interested in what other boys did and wanted to do, that he wanted to push his penis into her anus.
The girl invariably protested and as tension turned to fear, would call off the date then and there. After that, the girl would never date him again. Before long, word of his tastes got around and girls wouldn't even accept a first date with him.
He continued to find a sexual outlet through erotic fantasies and masturbation. By then, erotic literature and illustrated magazines were becoming more readily available and he began collecting them, concentrating on those which showed buttocks, either bare or partially covered by panties. Although he wanted the real thing, a live woman with a big bottom who would enjoy having anal intercourse with him, he settled for the next best.
Alvin graduated from college and found a good job. Sexual frustration had warped his outlook on life, with the result that he had become a loner, almost antisocial. He didn't make friends because he feared they would read his thoughts and brand him a sex pervert.
But there was one woman he couldn't ignore. Her name was Edith and she was a department head with whom he had to have frequent contact. She was a big woman, close to sex feet in height, yet well proportioned. As he looked at her from time to time when she was not aware of his glances, Alvin got the impression that she had an excitingly big bottom, buttocks which would be big, firm and smooth.
But each time he had erotic thoughts about her, he pushed them out of his mind. To attempt what he wanted with her could be heaven if it worked, but if she acted with revulsion or horror and rejected him, it could end his career with the firm which promised an excellent future.
And yet, Edith became more and more friendly toward him and seemed to be inviting him to reciprocate in kind. She had a warm nature and an open personality so that he found it increasingly difficult to reject her open offer of friendship.
Their relationship took another step when he invited Edith to dinner one evening. They talked about a lot of things and he found himself enjoying the evening far more than he had thought he would. Later, he walked her back to her apartment, thanked her for a lovely evening, then turned away and went home to his lonely apartment.
As he undressed for bed, a nightcap on the table beside him, his thoughts were all of Edith and of her big bottom which, he assured himself, would be such a prize.
The ringing of the phone surprised him and when he answered it, he was further surprised to hear Edith's voice. She thanked him again for the lovely evening, then told him she would like to repay him with a home cooked dinner. They set the date for Friday evening.
Alvin arrived carrying a bottle of wine and a bouquet for his hostess. Overjoyed at his thoughtfulness, Edith threw her arms around him and hugged him, the closeness of her big body further stimulating and arousing him and making him hope she couldn't feel the bulge of his sudden erection, or see it as they moved apart. Something Alvin saw in her eyes told him she was aware of his state, but she didn't seem at all apprehensive about it.
After a slow start, conversation came easily and they talked of loneliness and of how empty life could be.
"But Edith, you're young and beautiful and intelligent, you shouldn't find any trouble meeting the kind of man you'd like to spend your life with," he told her, with feeling.
"It isn't as easy as you think, Alvin. Because I'm tall and big and reasonably intelligent, most men are afraid of me."
"But that can't be," Alvin protested. "I'm not a confident man at all, where women are concerned, but I like you. Nothing about you frightens me."
"Then you must be a very sensitive young man, Alvin. Sensitivity is a quality I like in a man, truly it is."
Their conversation became more intimate, then Alvin found himself revealing the story of his secret desires. Warmed by the wine and the presence of the excitingly big woman, Alvin went on to tell about how he had watched his father buggering the maid and of how close he had come to doing the same with her.
"Oh, you poor dear, it must have been so embarrassing when you went off all over her bare ass."
"It sure was," he agreed, managing a little grin and further warming to the woman.
"That explains so much about you, Alvin With that kind of a start in sex life, it's only natural that you would be interested in women's bottoms. I suppose that in a way, you're still looking for that next experience with the maid, because you know it would have worked if you'd gotten a second chance."
Neither seemed to be pressing, yet their conversation became more and more intimate, Edith talking sadly about her size and especially the bigness of her buttocks of which she was ashamed.
Edith told him of her first sexual experience with a man and how it had been all pain and no pleasure.
"I thought it would be different the next time," she told him, "but it was worse if anything. He saw me as being some kind of freak, because of my size, and wanted me to pose in various ways to arouse him. By the time we got around to what he called making love, it was all over in seconds, he got it into me, rode me for just a few seconds, then went off and had his pleasure. That was all he wanted, so he got dressed and went home. It hurt me so much I wanted to commit suicide."
"I'm sure glad you didn't," Alvin told her and the sincerity of his tone moved her.
Arousal kept mounting for the two of them, then it took another leap as, without protest, she allowed him to pull her partially across his body and one of his hands felt a buttock through her dress.
"Oh Alvin, dear," she sighed, "you're making me feel like no man ever did."
"I'm so excited too," he whispered. "Your ass feels so firm and smooth and exciting."
They exchanged a few more whispers, then she moved out of his arms, stood with her back turned to him and took her dress off.
As though she had subconsciously expected to show them, she had worn her most exotic, briefly cut black panties. The garment hugged her buttocks like a second skin and the black of the nylon contrasted excitingly with the white of her thighs and partially exposed nether cheeks.
With a little growl of arousal, Alvin reached for her panty clad bottom with both hands, rubbing and squeezing, hoping that after so many years of waiting, his dream was going to come true.
Edith sat on his lap then and he felt the warmth of her firm flesh, felt his penis throbbing and knew she felt it too.
"Oh Edith," he sighed, "I want it, I want it so much."
"You mean ... up my bottom?"
"Yes. Are you afraid to do it that way?"
"Up until now, I guess I would have been, but all of a sudden, I'm not afraid. Take your clothes off and let me see you dear. I'll take mine off too."
"Oh Edith, I can't believe it," he said as she got to her feet and reached for the hooks of her bra while Alvin too got up and began undressing.
"No, please," he said as she reached for the waistband of her panties, "don't take them off, let me do it for you."
Since it obviously meant so much to him, she took her hands of her panties and watched him undressing. His tool was quite long, she observed, but it was slim and she told herself it shouldn't hurt when he pushed it into her anus.
Alvin removed the last of his clothes, then took her in his arms and they shared a passionate kiss, their bare bodies rubbing warmly together.
"Let's play on the bed for a long time," Alvin said. "I love sex play, don't you?"
"I know I'm going to love it with you, dear. Oh, it feels so exciting the way you take my panties down so slowly. I wish my ass weren't so big though."
"Don't say that, Edith," he protested as he paused with her panties midway down over her plump behind. "I love your beautiful big ass, it's the most beautiful I've ever seen."
He went on raving about the beauty of her behind, then it was totally unveiled as he pulled the little garment down her thighs and allowed it to fall around her ankles. His hands were gentle as he helped her step out of them.
When she did, he gripped her hips with both hands and covered her buttocks with kisses, then licked them and her crack as well.
"Oh Alvin," she panted, "what a lover you are. I have never been kissed there."
"Do you really like it?" he asked.
"Oh Alvin, darling, it's the most exciting thing. Please don't stop, not just yet. It feels so good and makes me so excited all over."
"Come on to the bed, Edith," he told her as he got to his feet. I can do it even better there.
First, do you have any Vaseline or something like that?"
With a little giggle, she ran from the room and was back within seconds with a jar of Vaseline which she gave him, her hand trembling violently as he took it from her and guided her onto the bed.
"Gee, I feel kind of silly in this position," she told him as she knelt with her head and forearms down on the bed, her behind nicely elevated and swaying a little with arousal.
"You don't look silly, Edith, you look beautiful," Alvin told her. "You'll soon see why it's better this way," he said and resumed kissing and licking her wide, white behind.
When his tongue went to her crack, Edith saw what a difference there was as his tongue went right to her anus and began licking it.
Edith went wild as the young man tongued her hole while his hands rubbed over her hips and thighs. With her behind swaying, she kept urging him on, but then he took his face away from her behind, picked up the jar of lubricant and applied it to the tiny hole that was to be his target.
To ensure that he wouldn't hurt her, he rubbed more of the lubricant on the head of his penis, then he moved closer to her, kneeling up, his penis throbbing and his heart pounding as he promised himself that this time, there would be no accidents, then when he ejaculated, he would have his penis buried in her bottom, right to the hilt, and she would feel his juice shooting up into her.
When he could wait no longer, he took his penis in his right hand and guided it between her arched buttocks. The head touched her anus, he paused, the slowly pushed it into her. He paused again when the head was inside and she groaned that it was stretching her.
"Don't worry, dear," he reassured her, "if a ass fuck is to be good, it has to stretch the hole quite a bit. The head is already up your hole and that's the biggest part. The rest should be easy and fun. I'll feed it to you slowly, I think you'll like it better that way. Just relax and enjoy it, that's allyou have to do."
Edith tried to relax and enjoy, but relaxation was not easy with the big bone poked up into her rectum, but then it was all the way in, he pulled her bottom back to meet his pressing belly and she forgot all about the way she was being stretched.
"Oh Alvin," she groaned, "it doesn't hurt. It feels so good. Are you going to work it in and out of me now?"
"Yes, Edith, I'm going to ride your lovely ass while my stiff cock works in and out of your tight little hole."
And then he kept his promise, gripping her hips as a thrillingly strong penis worked in and out of her anus.
For just a little while, Edith protested that his penis was too big, then the protests changed to sighs as he kept feeding it to her and she began to cry for more and more of the same. His climax came quickly and strongly as he pulled her behind tightly against him and pressed while she panted that she could feel his semen shooting up into her bowels.
They met often after that and, while they enjoyed sexual intercourse from time to time, it was to please Edith. As far as Alvin was concerned, it was a waste of semen to .shoot it into her vagina when he could be pressed against her silken buttocks pumping it into the tiny hole between them.
In time, he moved into her apartment where they lived like husband and wife, their relationship very good. A contributing factor to this was that Edith came to enjoy anal intercourse as much as did Alvin.
Although Edith was more than ten years older than he, Alvin found her to be the perfect partner. like he, she enjoyed long sessions of foreplay with much kissing and fondling.
After that, Edith would go down on all fours, or lie on a stack of pillows so that Alvin could lie atop her with his penis inserted deeply in her rectum, then he would ride her, thrilling to the feel of her warm body under him and especially her firm, silken buttocks as he stroked slowly until he fired his charge.
When they had been living together for more than a year, they decided to marry. They did so, and now, years later, they are as excited and happy as they were in the beginning, and anal intercourse continues to be their favorite form of sexual pleasure.
CASE HISTORY 2
Bette was a nineteen year-old virgin when she married. She had petted and enjoyed it, and as the day of her wedding approached, she allowed her boy friend to go farther than usual, allowing him to open her dress to see and feel the well filled cups of her bra.
She didn't try to stop him when his hand moved up her thigh until he could feel her through her sheer nylon panties. She did draw the line when he wanted to take her panties off.
"Please, darling," she said, "we've waited this long, let's wait a few more days, then I can be your virgin bride. He didn't want to wait, but out of love and admiration for her, he left her panties in place and contented himself with rubbing the body-warmed crotch of her panties and fondling her buttocks through them. When he pushed a hand into her panties and fondled a bare cheek, she didn't try to make him stop, but purred like a contented kitten.
That evening, she saw his penis for the first time. He was too aroused to be able to exist without relieving the pressure, so he took his stiff rod out and allowed her to watch as he masturbated. She watched fascinated as his semen shot out in strong spurts and wondered how it would feel when it was shooting into her body.
She found that out on the night of their marriage. It didn't feel good at all. While professing his great love for her, he had been rough, terribly rough so that she wore many bruises the following day. The rupturing of her hymen had hurt terribly and the burning sensation went on long after the act of intercourse was over.
Instead of offering her sympathy and security, he rolled over and went to sleep.
"Dear, I know I'm not experienced in sex and don't know much about it," she told him the following day, "but it seems to be that when a husband and wife make love, it should be gentle and tender, both partners should enjoy it."
"That's a frigid attitude," he told her. "Good sex, especially when the lovers are young, means really balling it. You take all the pleasure out of it if you don't go all out."
"But darling, there was no pleasure in it for me," she told him, "just pain, all over."
"That's because it was your first time, Bette," he told her. "Once you get used to it, you'll want me to be rough. That's the way women like it, you'll see in a little while."
But as time passed, she didn't see it that way at all. He was grabby and rough, always hurting her, yet never triggering orgasm for her. A couple of years after their marriage, it began to change a little. He did not become any more gentle, but he wanted to make love to her less often.
At first it was something of a relief to Bette, but then, suspicion crept into her mind and told her he had found another woman who enjoyed sex his way.
She observed that he stayed late at the office more and more often and that there those weekends when he had to be out of town. Bette watched closely for signs to confirm her hunch and she found them, in the form of lipstick marks, dried semen in the hair of his thighs. There could no longer be any doubt, so she decided to face him with it.
He denied it at first, then admitted it, not in a tone of remorse, but of anger that she had dared catch him.
Fortunately, there were no children, and Bette made up her mind that there would be none until she decided whether or not she wanted to keep the marriage alive, or break it early, while she was still young and attractive.
"I thought you loved me," she told him. "If you really do, then why do you have to sleep with other women?"
"Because they're women. They know what fucking is all about. You're so damned frigid that I almost have to wear kid gloves with you. I have a hell of a job getting hard for you because I know you're not going to like it."
"I'm sorry if I haven't been a good wife, dear. I've tried, right from the start."
"You may think you've tried, but I don't. When we married, you had a little girl attitude toward sex. You've just never changed it. You think it should be like an old fashioned waltz, it really should be rock and roll or rhythm and blues."
"But what if I'm not wrong, dear. What if in a way, we're both a little wrong. Why don't we go see a marriage counselor and find out? I promise to do whatever he tells us is best for us."
"That's a bunch of shit. Our problems are our own, I don't want to discuss them with a stranger."
"No? I'll bet you discuss our problems with some women who are strangers to me. I can just hear you telling her how great she is and what a frigid lay your wife is."
They continued their argument for a while, then she walked from the room, seeing that she was not getting through to him.
The next time her husband returned from a weekend out of the city, as he claimed, she lowered the boom. When she told him she knew he had spent the weekend at a motel with a woman, his face fell. Her manner gave him the impression that she had actual evidence.
"All right, so it was a shack up. I'm a man and from time to time, I need a woman, with hot red blood."
"I think I could be that with the right partner, but it's obvious I can't be that with you. That being the case, we may as well call the whole thing off so you'll be free to play with all the women you like."
"You mean ... divorce?"
"What else? I can't live with a man who comes home only when he's tired of fucking anything and everything he can lay his hands on."
"Okay, if that's the way you want it, but don't think you're going to get rich off alimony."
"I don't want alimony. I do want a reasonable cash settlement to help me get established, furniture and that sort of thing, but I don't believe in alimony."
Bette went to see a lawyer the next day and divorce proceedings were underway at once. Her husband agreed to admit adultery and a cash settlement was worked out. Her lawyer advised her to ask for more, but she refused.
She went looking for a job and found one that paid enough to support her, though not in luxury. After she arranged that, she went apartment hunting. It wasn't long before she discovered that what she could afford on her salary would be small and tawdry. The alternative was to share an apartment with another woman, so she turned in that direction.
On her second, try, she met Clara. The woman was in her late twenties, attractive and with a good personality. She laughed easily, Bette noted and decided that she would be a tonic for her in her state of dejection.
It was a clean, comfortable apartment with only one bedroom, but there was a fold out couch in the living room and they agreed that it was worth a try.
Clara worked as a waitress in a cocktail lounge, one where the women dressed in skimpy, tight fitting uniforms, bunny style. She laughed as she told Bette that the more a waitress showed, the more she collected in tips.
"Hell," she went on, "I make sure my costume lets me show a bit of ass cheeks. On a good week, I get the feeling I make more than the manager."
"Do the guys expect more than a little show in return for their big tips?"
"Some of them do. Once in a while, I'd meet one outside the place and wind up in his hotel room. I'd soon be wearing no costume at all and the tips were a whole lot bigger."
"You make that sound like past tense," Bette observed. "Don't you date anymore?"
"No, I make good enough money in the club and I don't like being considered just another piece of tail, just a slit to poke a stiff prick in or a mouth to do a blow job."
"You don't sound very keen on men either, Clara."
"I'm not. How about you?"
"Maybe someday, but for now, I've had my fill of men."
"I can understand that, dear, but a woman has to get her jollies one way or another."
"I get by," Bette said, trying to sound casual.
"I think I know what you mean there too. A girl's finger can be her best friend for a while, but the time comes when she needs something a little different, a whole lot better.
Leaving Bette to ponder that statement, Clara went to the kitchen to pour drinks. When she returned, she gave a glass to Bette, then sat opposite her and crossed her legs slowly, giving an impressive display of nylon and smooth looking skin above the expanded tops of her nylons.
They chatted for a long time, mostly about the evil, selfish nature of men and how a woman had to be more intelligent and work harder just to hope to break even.
"Would you like me to model my costume?" Clara asked, a note of excitement in her tone.
"Sure. I have a feeling you look pretty smashing in it."
Clara hurried from the room, stripped naked in her bedroom and donned the skimpy costume. She felt a surge of arousal as she examined her image in the mirror, then went to the other room where Bette awaited her.
"Wow!" Bette gasped. "Aren't you afraid you'll fall out of it?"
"No, but if I did, I think I'd get a pretty good response. At least I wouldn't expect any complaints."
"I see what you mean," Bette told her as she turned to display the rear view which involved bare portions of the lower slopes of buttocks. "No man would complain at all."
"I've got an idea, Bette. We're about the same size. How about you trying on my spare uniform? I'll bet you'd look great in it."
Bette was surprised at her eagerness to try the boldly daring suit. While she undressed, Clara made a show of being very casual about the whole thing, but she felt anything but casual as Bette bared her lovely young body until only her pantyhose remained.
"Here, Bette," Clara said as she tossed her the skimpy uniform, "snug your pantyhose tight, then let me see how you look, bunny style."
As she tugged her pantyhose more snugly around her body, Bette wondered why she didn't feel at least a little embarrassment, but all she felt was excitement. And then she was stepping into the brief costume, anxious to see how she would look in it, wondering why excitement kept mounting.
Clara helped her work the tight garment over her hips, they nestled her lush breasts into the bra top, then Clara slid the zipper up. The fit was tight, yet there was an erotic quality about that tightness.
"Yell me the truth, Bette," Clara said with a little grin, "doesn't it make you feel a little bit horny?"
"Yes. Is that what it does to you too?"
"Uh huh, especially when I'm in the club and I know that men and women are staring at me, just eating me up with their eyes."
"Women? I'd expect women would resent you in this sort of an outfit."
"Some of them do, dearie, but there are those women who look at me just the way men do and with pretty much the same thing in mind."
"Oh, you mean lesbians? That sort of thing?"
"That sort of thing. To me, lesbian is just a label. If a woman happens to dig men only, do you call her a heterosexual?"
"I guess that's what she is, but I never use the term, I guess."
"There are all kinds of women, dear. Some make it only with men, some dig women only, others play it both ways, you know, AC-DC. I guess they're the ones who have the most fun. Have you ever played around a bit with another female?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I never really thought of it and I guess no woman ever suggested it to me. Have you?"
"Often. Men kept disappointing me. They were rough and crude and unfeeling. All they wanted was to get their cock in and go off, they don't give a damn whether the woman gets her kicks or not. Women are a different story, they understand, they know how to do it just right."
"Funny, Clara, you make it sound so logical, and yet I can't see myself making out with a woman. That has to sound crazy, I suppose, since I consider males to be rough and uncaring."
"It isn't crazy at all, dear. You're young. We learn as we go along, at least, the smart ones do."
"Damn it all, Clara, I feel all mixed up, like some kind of a silly little girl. I guess I don't know what I want."
"Don't knock yourself, Bette. You've got what it takes, you'll make it, I'm sure of it. Here, let me unzip you. These outfits take a little getting used to."
The zipper sounded loud to Bette as her friend unzipped it, then pushed the bra top down to her waist, baring her firm breasts which jutted boldly.
"Don't be afraid, Bette," Clara said as her hands cupped the lush breasts she had bared, "I won't hurt you and I won't do anything you don't want me to. Tell me the truth, it does feel nice, doesn't it?" she asked as she fondled Bette's breasts.
"Y ... es, yes, your touch is so gentle. Funny, my mind tells me I should make you stop, but my body-likes the feel of your hands."
"That's normal, dear. Feel how your nipples are getting hard and sensitive. Tell me if you want me to stop. Your tits are so firm and beautiful, I love the feel of them. Don't worry, dear, I won't ask you to do anything you don't want to. Just relax and let me give you a nice titty massage."
Bette heard her own sighs and wondered why she was allowing Clara to handle her breasts that way, yet she knew too that she wasn't going to tell her to stop, it felt too good, too terribly exciting.
Clara took one hand away and Bette wondered why, then she heard the sound of a zipper and turned to see that Clara's breasts were bare too, jutting boldly with a promise of exciting firmness and satiny smoothness.
"Feel mine too, Bette," Clara whispered. "I can't stand to have a man's hands on them, but I love the gentle touch of a woman."
Bette started to reach for them, then paused. She had never touched a woman in an erotic way and instinct caused her hands to freeze just short of the offered goodies.
"Please, Bette, please. Just try it. If you don't like the feel, you can always stop."
Tremors of passion swept over Bette, then her hands reached for the silken cones and her sigh of passion mingled with Clara's as she began to fondle the firm breasts.
"Haven't you ever done this before?" Clara asked.
"No. I never even dreamed of touching another woman."
"It isn't so bad, is it? God, you have a lovely touch Bette."
Calculating that Bette was ready for it, Clara brought them into a passionate embrace which caused their breasts to mash together, then they fell onto the bed, their mouths meeting eagerly. Lying atop her partner, Clara rubbed warmly along her body as she pushed a thigh between Bette's and rubbed it gently in her crotch. As she did, she claimed Bette's breasts with both hands and massaged them lovingly.
"Yell the truth, dear, you do like it, don't
"Yes. I've never done anything like this before."
"You don't want me to stop, do you, dear? what an exciting body you have. It's much too good to waste on any man."
As she talked, her thigh kept rubbing in Bette's crotch, generating more physical heat and sexual arousal for both of them. And then she stopped and Bette heard a groan of disappointment break from her own throat.
Hurriedly, Clara stripped off her suit and pantyhose so that she was naked. Her breasts swaying, she gripped Bette's suit and dragged it over her hips. Bette heard herself protesting faintly, yet her behind raised from the bed to help the woman who was obviously going to seduce her into the ways of lesbian love.
They were both naked then and Clara fell on her partner, claiming a lush breast with her wide open mouth and pushing a hand into a crotch which opened eagerly for her. While she sucked the firm breast and sensitive nipple, her hand rubbed the soft warmth of Bette's vulva, feeling it respond and become faintly moist.
"Oh Clara, you shouldn't ... I shouldn't ... but it feels so nice, so gentle."
Sensing that Bette was not going to resist then, no matter what she did, Clara gently worked a finger into her slit and moved it slowly in and out, finding rich moisture and trembling with anticipation of having her tongue where her finger was, of licking deeply in where no woman had ever licked before.
She guided her finger to Bette's clitoris and as it touched, Bette's body jerked strongly and a cry of passion broke from her. Clara stroked it gently, with a skilled touch and felt passion mounting in her naked partner.
When she decided the timing was just right, Clara kissed her way down the silken body of the young woman, parted her thighs more widely, then her mouth fastened onto the soft warmth of her vulva and she began sucking.
While Bette moaned and writhed in passion, Clara's hands held and rubbed her warm, naked body, and then she slowly worked her tongue between soft lips and into the hot, juicy slit. Until that point she had been quite confident that Bette was ready to be seduced, but she felt the warm crotch rubbing back against her face it became obvious that Bette wasn't just ready for seduction, she was eager, she desperately wanted it.
"Oh Clara ... Clara," she panted, "you're sucking me. I've never been sucked. Oh God, it's beautiful. Oh Clara, don't stop ... Oh Jesus, I'm going to have a come. I'm going to come. Oh Clara, your tongue ... your tongue on my clit. I can't stand it ... It's too good ... It's....
And then her words broke off and cries of ecstasy followed as the lapping tongue stroked her tenderized clitoris until the wild explosion erupted and her whole being became involved in the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.
Later, when she was able to open her eyes, Bette expected to find herself in a wonderfully different world, one entirely unlike anything she had ever known, but when she looked up she saw the smiling face of her lover, saw a tongue lick crotch dew from her lips and knew that what she had just experienced was something she would have to know again and again as long as she lived, she knew that without experiencing such delights again and again, there could be no life for her.
"Am I supposed to feel guilty or ashamed or something like that?" Bette asked, sensing what the answer was going to be.
"Not unless you're out of your mind, Darling," Clara told her. 'Tour delicious little cunt has just been well and truly lapped and all you should feel is happy and content. Jesus, you have a juicy, tasty little one. Is it really the first time you've ever been dived?"
"Yes, but oh my God, I hope it won't be the last. Clara, I never knew it could be like that. Honestly, I never even dreamed anything could be so good."
"Well it can, dear and now that you know, I hope you'll be smart enough to keep on taking it when you can get it. Care to find out how the other half lives?"
"You mean ... do I want to suck your cunt like that?"
"That's just about what I mean, baby. I'm horny, I could really use a good lapping right now. Try it, dear, if you don't like it you can always stop."
"But if I stop, what will you do?"
"Oh, nothing serious, I'll just cut my throat."
Bette giggled, then turned serious again, lust burning hotly as she watched her friend open her thighs and stared at the soft, pink slash in her crotch. Her hands moved over silken thighs, causing Clara to squirm and sigh, then they reached under the woman to feel her firm buttocks.
"Oh God, Clara, I really never knew it could be like this with another woman. It's all so gentle and sensitive and exciting."
"Yes, baby, that's what I've been trying to show you. I was hoping you'd see it."
Bette moved a hand into Clara's crotch and it rubbed gently over the soft, warm organ, drawing more warm sighs from her partner.
"Oh Clara, I'm not afraid now. I'm not going to be afraid either."
"That's good, dear, that's the way it should be. With two women, it's the most natural thing in the world to suck and lap cunt. I'm hot for you, dear, I mean really hot. Play all you like, then do come down on me. You like feeling me, don't you?"
"Oh yes, God, it's so exciting to feel a woman, a beautiful one like you," Bette whispered as one hand rubbed the soft vulva while the other moved from the rounded tummy to a hip and thigh. When Bette licked a film of moisture over her lips, Clara sensed that her partner was ready to take her first dive.
Her face came down slowly toward the warm crotch, little beads of perspiration standing out on her forehead, she paused to inhale the intimate odor of crotch, then her lips touched soft cunt lips, gently at first, then more greedily as she began to suck.
"Mmmmmm, you're good, darling," Clara sighed as she rubbed Bette's head, "you're a natural. I knew you'd be great. Don't be afraid to get your tongue in my slit, baby, you'll like that 'a lot, that's where the honey is."
Bette took her friend's advice and worked her tongue into the narrow slit, finding the juice the woman had promised and lapping it up, thrilling to the feel of silken thighs gently rubbing her face, making her wonder why she had ever bothered with a man when a woman could be so thrilling, so smooth, so gentle and tasty.
Her tongue probed the juicy organ for a while, then went in search of Clara's passion bud. She found it quickly, erect and sensitized. At the first gentle touch of tongue on her clitoris, Clara gave a little gasp. She groaned with delight and Bette gave an answering groan which was muffled in her warm crotch as she went on licking her tender clit as her hands rubbed gently over silken skin while Clara sighed, moaned and trembled.
"Jesus, baby," Clara panted, "what a tongue you have, I'm almost there now. Keep licking just the way you are ... Just a little mo ... Oh . . OOOOHHHHHHH ... Aahhhhh," she groaned and her warm, naked body jerked violently in wild orgasm, her smooth thighs coming up to massage Bette's face, her crotch rubbing back wetly on her in ecstasy.
For a little while, they lay resting in silence, then they began talking in warm whispers, discussing how beautiful it had been.
After a little while, they played again and then Clara showed her friend how they could perform the act on each other at the same time, guiding them into the classic position, their hands rubbing tenderly as each lapped the other until both enjoyed climax for the second time.
In that encounter, Bette joyfully accepted lesbianism as a way of life. Males, she told herself offered only sexual intercourse and, in doing so, did little more than use a woman, used her vagina as a substitute hand to masturbate in selfish pleasure while giving nothing but semen, no return pleasure. A woman, on the other hand, gave as she took, so that there was equal pleasure, orgasm for orgasm and always that delicious tenderness in the meeting of silken smooth, gentle bodies.
But she did more. At Clara's advice, she went to the club where Clara worked and applied for a job. The boss took one look at her in the brief costume and told her she had the job if she met the other conditions.
"What are the other conditions?" she asked in a tone of suspicion.
"Ask Clara about them," he told her as he held her around the waist with one hand and fondled her firm bottom.
Bette wanted to break away from him, but decided to allow him another minute or so. The job paid a lot more than the one she had and working conditions seemed a whole lot better. After a final pat of each buttock and a firm squeeze, he released her and gave her a very warm smile.
"I think you'll be very happy here, Bette," he told her. "Go have a chat with Clara now and make up your mind whether you want the job."
"What does he mean about other qualifications?" she asked Clara when she returned to the dressing room where her friend waited for her.
"Look, honey, he has more women than he can take care of, but he can't resist the challenge of a new one, a different cunt. He'll want you to spend one night at his apartment. He'll play with you, he may even go down on you, he'll fuck you a couple of times, then you've qualified. That's all there is to it."
They chatted for a few more minutes, then Bette returned to his office and told him she Was prepared to pass the test. With a smile, he told her to be at his apartment the following evening at about eleven.
She had changed from her costume into street clothes and he slowly raised the hem of her dress above her waist, admired her, boldly, then explored her clinging panties with a strong, yet gentle hand before he allowed her to leave his office. As she paused at the door, he used the tips of his fingers to show her the outline of his stiff penis.
Returning to their apartment, Clara and Bette embraced, kissed and whispered, then went into the bedroom. They removed their dresses and embraced again before getting onto the bed.
Later, bras were removed and breasts were fondled and sucked for a long time before they got around to taking each other's panties off for other fondling and kissing, and, eventually, greedy, ardent sucking of hot juicy organs.
Bette was nervous as she presented herself at her employer's penthouse apartment above the club where she was to work. In preparation, she and Clara had made passionate love, then she had bathed carefully and selected her most exotic lingerie.
When he admitted her to the apartment, he wore only a robe, an obviously expensive one, and she guessed he was naked under it. He poured drinks for them and had her sit with the hem of her dress high up her thighs.
He guided the conversation along sexual lines and soon had her becoming aroused in spite of herself. At that point, he stood and opened his robe to show her a long, very erect penis, one which looked very hard and strong.
"It doesn't bother me a bit," he told her, "that you get your jollies with other women, but tonight, I intend to show you that men can be pretty good too."
Taking his robe off, he showed her that he had a good body and was proud of it, then he told her to take her dress off.
"Jesus, what a body," he told her with feeling. "I've had more women than I could count, hundreds of them, but right now, you look like number one. I'll take my time about seeing the rest of it. Let's sit on the bed and chat for a while. I want to feel you up a lot before we get down to bare facts. Tell me, are you afraid of stiff prick?"
"Not really afraid. I've tried it with men and I just like it better with women, that's all. Do you expect me to be afraid?"
"Most lesbians are, but I think you're not just the run of the mill lesbian, Bette. I think you're all woman. I think we're both going to have a good time tonight."
He took her into his arms and she sighed warmly as she brought her mouth to his. He kissed well and as they rolled on the bed, she felt his penis throbbing strongly against her. Bette knew then that not only would she pass the test, but she would enjoy it as well. And yet, even with that knowledge, she knew that it wouldn't change her sexual outlook, knew that when it was over, she would return to Clara and enjoy a brand of sex even more exciting.
When she felt him reaching for the hooks of her bra, Bette turned to help. He slipped them open, pulled the garment off and gasped as her breasts leaped out to meet him.
"Jesus, baby, I've seen a lot of tits in my days, but you just won first prize," he told her, grasping them with both hands and fondling them, erecting already big nipples and elongating them, before he released them and fell onto his back on the bed.
"Daddy's hungry, baby, come feed him," he told her, the fires of lust dancing in his eyes.
Cupping a breast from below, she smiled at him, then lowered herself slowly over him and fed it into his wide open mouth. She filled his mouth, heard his muffled groan, then pressed down, forcing more of the firm globe into it and making him groan again.
The feeding went on for a long time, first with one breast, then the other. When she finally stopped, her nipples felt raw from the sucking he had given them and she saw his turgid penis twitching strongly with obvious desire.
"Okay, you beautiful angel," he told her as he reached for her panties and dragged them down, "I'm going to show you another kind of sucking now. Let me see how wide you can open that beautiful crotch."
Bette showed him and it was more than wide enough to contain his face which hurried into it. He kissed and licked her tender organ for a long time, then his tongue snaked into her slit and he was lapping with a skill which amazed and delighted her, doing it as excitingly as Clara had done, his hands cupping her lush buttocks and pulling her up to meet his sucking charge.
While he continued to lap her, one hand moved from the cheek it had been fondling and she felt a finger slip into her crack. It found the tight pink ring of anus and slowly pushed into it, wriggling there and making her squirm even more as he sucked and lapped her cunt until she exploded into an orgasm which set an exciting new high for her.
For a long time, she was gloriously lost among the stars as she rocketed through the shattering climax and forgot about breathing, then, as the orgasm began to ease off, she felt his strong penis pushing a path up her slit. It stretched her and pushed slowly home as he lay atop her, his weight excitingly heavy, and then he had the full length buried in her and she sighed as her arms wrapped tightly around his strong, naked body.
Bette wanted to cry when she felt him withdrawing his excitingly strong organ and her vaginal muscles clutched at it, but he ended his withdrawal with the swollen head still inside her, then pushed it all the way home again.
"This is going to be the slowest fucking you've ever known, baby," he told her. "You're great and I want to make it last. That tight little cunt of yours is strangling my prick and making me love it. I'm going to give it to you slow and easy, sweetie, just like this."
As he continued his slow ride, his penis felt at least a foot long and so thick that it kept her vagina deliciously stretched, showing her, for the first time in her life, the ecstasy of intercourse when both participants were well matched for it.
"Oh Christ," she heard herself pant, "I'm going to come. I've never come with a cock in me. Give it to me, lover, oh Jesus, it's so good I can't stand it. I feel like I'm...." and then her words turned into a cry of sheer joy, of ultimate ecstasy as orgasm swept over her again, taking her for another rocket ride up above the stars.
While her climax rocked her, he pressed down hard in her crotch and allowed her to savor her joy, then it began to pass and he resumed stroking, faster this time, his big organ pistoning hard and fast until she heard a cry break from his throat and he was grinding in her crotch, his body trembling as his semen spurted into her with a force which amazed and thrilled her.
When her arms couldn't crush him strongly enough to tell him how great it was, she brought her shapely legs up and wrapped them around him too, crushing him until he thought he would die the happiest death to which any man could aspire.
But he didn't die and when he could find the strength, his open mouth ground down on hers and they shared saliva and ecstasy. It was a long time before he withdrew his spent member and they sat up to talk over drinks.
"Bette, you're just not to be believed," he told her with feelig.
"Now that you mention it, I can't believe it myself," she told him. "I had convinced myself that men were useless, unfeeling, insensitive and selfish, that only a woman knew how to satisfy a woman. Now, you've got me wondering."
"Don't wonder, Bette, you're probably right. To most men, a woman is just a crotch, a cunt and maybe a pair of tits and an ass, but essentially just a hole to stick a cock in. Okay, so I'm different, I want a woman to know she's beautiful and being made love to, but I've got my own hang-up that's as bad or worse."
"I don't believe it."
"Believe it, Bette. You were the greatest woman ever. There's never been anything like you, and yet, if I took you to bed tomorrow, I wouldn't be able to get a hard-on."
"You're kidding."
"I wish I were, Bette. There's a name for my problem but I can never remember it. In the vernacular it's called Don Juanism, but there is a medical term for it. With me, it has to be somebody different every time. I can't change that, it's just the way it is."
"You mean you wouldn't want me again?"
"That's the hell of it, I want to want you again, but I just can't. A psychiatrist once told me that I'm a latent homosexual and have to keep making new women just to prove to myself that I'm straight. I hope he was wrong, but whatever the reason, I can't make it with the same woman twice."
"But that must be awful."
"It is, Bette, believe me it is. If I could change it, I would, but there's no way. You had your own problem and worked it out with women. The only way I can work mine out is with a different woman every time. Fortunately, I've got money and opportunity and I'm not exactly ugly, so I can get by. When I get older, who the hell knows what. I'll probably just kill myself."
"No, not that. You're too good. You'll work something out. If I'd met a man like you before, I wouldn't have chosen lesbianism as my thing. I guess there just aren't many like you though, you must be very special."
They chatted for a long time and kept sharing drinks until sleep began to move in and take control of both of them. When Bette woke in the morning, she was alone in the bed.
She showered, dressed then went back home to Clara and hoped that it could be the same with them after her sensational session with the first man who had ever gotten through to her.
"I know what you mean, dear," Clara told her. "It was good when I paid the price of admission with him, better than any man I'd ever known, but with him it has to be a one night stand, less than that, just one piece. Accept it for what it is, darling, don't be led astray, the world isn't full of men like that, most of them are just what we've both found them to be. He's different, but he has his own problem. We have a wonderful thing of our own going, let's give it a fair trial before either of us goes chasing rainbows."
"Fair trial hell," Bette told her. "He was just a one time thing. I have a hunch that what we found together is going to go on for a long, long time. I know I'm not about to start looking for something better."
"Oh darling, you can't know how happy I am to hear that. Let's get the hell out of these clothes and jump in bed."
They did and it was as great as both knew it would be. Today, years later, they are still jumping in bed together, or meeting on couches, floors or even in the kitchen, and their own personal brand of magic is still working.
For both, there are memories of when sexual intercourse was a good or even a great thing, but as they see it, it's something for other people. What they have is far greater and longer lasting.
CASE HISTORY 3
At fourteen, Dawn felt natural sex urges and, like most girls her age, had learned to meet these inner gnawings by means of masturbation. Her breasts were developing nicely and she often enjoyed playing with them, erecting the sensitive nipples, then, as arousal grew, she would continue to fondle breasts with one hand and moved the other to her crotch where a finger would find her clitoris and stroke until she climaxed.
She was vaguely aware of sex in other forms, but knew only what she had heard from other girls and she sensed that much of it was exaggerated or just plain wrong. She had never even seen a male penis and had heard the size of it estimated all the way from a couple of inches to a foot.
Dawn often suspected that the bigger girls bed when they told in whispers of the things they had done with their boy friends, but from time to time a girl would become pregnant. When that happened, Dawn was filled with mixed feelings as she thought of the tragedy of a young girl becoming pregnant, yet thought of what excitement there must have been in the course of the act which led to her condition.
Although her father didn't approve, her mother allowed her to date and she enjoyed petting, thrilled at how excited boys became as they kissed and wanted to see and feel more and more. The fear of becoming pregnant remained strong though and she made a point of keeping boy's hands at the top of her nylons and not allowing them farther up her thighs. There was a double reason behind that; for one thing, she feared that if a boy got his hands as far as her panties, she wouldn't be able to make him stop. Her other fear was that if she felt a hand rubbing in the heat of her crotch, she wouldn't have the strength to tell him to stop.
Her favorite was a boy just a year older than she, a gentle, sensitive boy. like the others, he wanted to feel her up as far as possible, but unlike the others, he didn't become angry when she stopped him. Instead, he would beg, tears in his eyes, to be allowed to see and feel more.
"Please, Dawn," he would whisper, his voice close to breaking, "I've never seen a girl ... you know ... like all over, her titties and between her legs and all that. You know I wouldn't hurt you or anything. Please, Dawn, please."
And then, one evening, she broke down. They were alone in her house, her parents gone for the evening. There was something too plaintive about him that Dawn couldn't refuse.
"All right," she told him, "but I never saw a boy's thing either. Will you show me yours?"
"Oh yes. It's really hard too."
"You promise you won't put it close to me though? I mean if you shot even one drop of cream on me I could get knocked up."
He swore he would be very careful and she felt a fresh tremor of excitement sweep over her.
"Go ahead," she whispered, "feel all the way up and then I'll take my dress off."
His hands hurried up her thighs, felt the firm smoothness of them, then they were on her panties. One hand went to the crotch and, as he turned her partially over his lap, the other fondled her bottom through the sheer nylon. To his surprise, her bottom felt more exciting than did her crotch.
After he had fondled for a long time, panting, she took his hands away, stood and took her dress off.
Perspiration trickled down his face as she stood trembling with shared excitement, then she took her bra off and proudly presented her firm young breasts to him.
She sat on the couch with him and they both gave a groan as he reached for her breasts with both hands. After he had played with them for a while, she urged him to kiss and suck her breasts. He did so, eagerly, and they both went wild with arousal.
Her young nipples elongated and he licked and sucked them until they felt raw and she had to make him stop.
"Please, Dawn," he panted, "Let me feel your panties again, then take them off and let me see everything."
Trembling, she got up and stood close to the couch. Both his hands went around her and fondled her youthful buttocks through the thin nylon.
"Ooh, that feels nice, dear," she told him, "but I thought guys always wanted to feel a girl between her legs."
"Oh I like the way you feel there too," the boy assured her, "but your ass cheeks feel so good. I never knew a girl's ass would feel so great."
Filled with a sense of power, Dawn turned her back to him, caught the waistband of her white nylon panties and very slowly pushed them down to bare her bottom for the boy who trembled violently as she unveiled the white, silken rounds and he saw more and more of her crack. And then she let the garment fall to her feet and stepped out of it, naked.
Both his hands reached for her buttocks and he fondled them for a long time, parting them to probe the mystery of her crack, the little pink ring of her anus.
Instinctively, he pulled her toward him and began kissing the silken cheeks, his tongue coming into play as it licked hungrily over the satiny rounds of her bottom which kept wriggling in her excitement which fully matched his.
Eventually, one of his hands moved to her crotch and she turned to face him, her feet braced wide apart. He gave a little groan as he stared at the pink organ, then he touched it gently and began rubbing it with a reverent touch, though afraid of hurting what looked to be so delicate and tender.
"Show me yours now," she whispered. "Take your pants right down and let me see it."
Eagerly, he got off the couch, pushed his pants and shorts down and proudly showed her his erect penis. Dawn was fascinated by the sight of the strong looking rod and the sac which hung below. He pulled the foreskin back to show her the head, then wrapped a hand around it to show her how boys masturbate.
In exchange, she parted the lips of her organ, slipped a finger in and showed him the female version of the act. When he felt ejaculation approaching, he stopped and she asked why.
He explained that once that happened, his fun would be all over.
"I guess girls are luckier," she told him as she went on figering herself, "we can come as often as we want. Ooh, I'm getting close now, I'm going to come. Ooh ... ooh ... ooohhhhhh...."
She gave a few more strokes on her sensitive clitoris, then her body was jerking, her breasts bobbing, as orgasm swept over her while he stared in fascination.
"Ooh, that was a good one," she sighed. "I guess it was extra exciting because you were watching me. Did you enjoy it too?"
"Wow! Did I ever. I didn't even know girls could do that. Let me put my finger in like you did. I want to see what it feels-like."
Warning him not to put it in too far, Dawn allowed him to probe her vagina with a trembling finger, then, afraid he would break her hymen, she told him to stop.
"You do it now," she whispered. "Pull yourself and let me see how a boy shoots cream."
Being careful to stand well out of the line of fire, Dawn watched as the panting boy masturbated, then he grunted, trembled and his semen began to shoot in strong spurts.
And then he was finished and his penis softened and looked very small and helpless, Dawn thought.
"We've got lots of time," she told him, "take off all your clothes and lets just talk. It's all so exciting. Besides, I know I can trust you, so I'm not afraid."
He stripped and they sat together on the couch and resumed kissing, Dawn being careful that his spent penis didn't touch her anywhere near her crotch.
"How come you were so interested in my ass?" she asked, later.
"Well," he began, hesitantly, "you gotta promise never to tell anyone, but Sis gets spanked right on her bare ass. Dad does it to her."
"You're kidding. She's sixteen years old. Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. I stand in my room and press my ear against the wall. Sometimes I hear Dad telling her to strip naked. I hear her sobbing and begging him not to beat her, then after I while I can hear the sound of his hand smacking her bare ass. When I hear that, I try to picture what her bare behind looks like it. Sometimes, I hear him giving it to her with his belt. I hear him telling her to he down on the bed, she cries and pleads, then I hear the belt smacking her ass. I'd give anything to see her getting it."
"Gee, I can understand why you're so interested in girl's bums. I'd like to see that myself. I never got spanked."
"Neither did I, but she's gonna get it again tomorrow night. Dad gets back from his trip tomorrow and Mom has told her she's gonna get spanked for all the little things she did wrong while he was away, you know, like staying out too late and talking back to Mom and all that."
They discussed his sister's spankings at length and Dawn learned that they involved a careful ritual which consisted of her being informed of the impending punishment at the end of dinner and that the infliction of that punishment was invariably at nine o'clock, so that she had time to think about it. Her bedroom was always the scene of the spanking,-and she was sent to that room from the table to await her painful fate.
"Are you going to be listening tomorrow night?" Dawn asked him.
"I sure am. If Mom isn't around, I'll listen at the door where I can hear better. If she is, then I'll listen in my room."
"Will your bird get hard?"
"Sure, even before the spanking starts."
"Will you pull yourself and shoot your cream?"
"You bet, but I'll try to wait until the spanking is all over. I'll try to picture her bare ass all red and everything, and then I'll pull myself. That's the way it always is."
The following evening, Dawn visited the boy's home, but not in the conventional sense. It was a warm night, muggy with the threat of rain and completely dark. Dawn hurried down the tree lined street of the small town, slipped into the garden and walked quietly around the house to the window of the girl's bedroom. It was still a few minutes before nine and she was surprised to find the room in darkness.
After a wait of about five minutes, a light came on in the room and Dawn's heart gave a leap as she saw that the drapes were not closed. For a moment, she thought she was going to get a bonus of being able to see as well as hear the spanking of the girl, then she drew back as the man walked to the window.
She held her breath and pressed against the wall, then dared a peek. The drapes had been closed, but a small chink of light showed just above the windowsill where they met. Moving closer to it, she felt her heart pounding as she realized that she could see clearly into the room through it.
Because the window was closed, she couldn't hear what was being said, but she saw the man talking to the girl who sat on her bed, her head bowed, her eyes already wet. He didn't look angry at all, Dawn noted, then the girl got to her feet and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned her blouse and took it off.
She had big breasts and the cups of her plain white bra jutted boldy. Dawn saw the man's eyes move over the girl's bra and she trembled as she realized that Sis was his own daughter. He spoken again and she unfastened the waist of her skirt and pushed it down, stepping out of it, her back to the window, plump buttocks showing through tightly stretched, white nylon panties.
With a look of resignation, Sis unhooked her bra and took it off. As she turned to put it on the back of a chair, Dawn saw her naked breasts. They were big and beautiful, jutting firmly and Dawn wondered why she trembled with excitement at the sight of them. As she followed the direction of the man's glance, she realized she was not alone in her appreciation of the lovely breasts of the big girl.
Her hands went to the waistband of her panties, then she paused. Her father spoke to her and she let go of the garment. He sat on an armless chair, spoke to her and she went to stand close to him, her panties the only garment remaining since she was not wearing stockings.
His hands went around her and he fondled her firm buttocks through her panties as he talked to her, then he very slowly pulled them down. As she watched the plump, white buttocks being bared, Dawn trembled and her right hand went up under her dress to rub on the crotch of her panties. She realized that while she was staring at the buttocks of the big girl, the man was looking at the front of her, was staring boldly.
Dawn watched the white panties flutter down to the girl's feet, then she stepped out of them, nude. The man spoke to her, then she turned around and she reached for her naked nether cheeks while Dawn gave a little gasp at the sight she saw.
Sis had a neat little triangle of dark hair at the base of her smooth, white tummy, and she was able to see just the top of her vulva. Obviously in no hurry, the man went on feeling his daughter's naked behind for a long time as he talked to her.
And then he said something to her, she walked slowly to his right, her head bowed, a tear trickling from one eye, and she draped her naked body across his lap.
Feasting her eyes on the sight, Dawn suddenly realized that she envied Sis, that she wanted to be spanked as the girl was going to be.
The man gripped his daughter's arm with his left hand, then ran his right hand first over one cheek, then the other. Even though he was talking to her as though scolding, it was obvious to Dawn that he was enjoying himself, playing with the lush buttocks of his own daughter.
After he had been doing it for a long time, he raised his right hand and began spanking her. When his big hand came down it held the cheek and gave a squeeze, then rose again. Dawn saw the girl's mouth open, but she didn't hear the cry, then the hand came down on the other cheek and paused to squeeze again.
After that, he didn't bother squeezing as his hand rose and fell, spanking from cheek to cheek, bringing exciting color into the white rounds. Before long, Dawn heard the girl's crying and saw how she squirmed on her father's thighs as he went on spanking, hard.
Arousal became too strong to be contained, and Dawn quickly jerked her panties down and slipped a finger into her slit and began working it in and out.
Instead of feeling pity for the crying victim, she felt only envy. She wanted to be lying naked across the thighs of the man, wanted to feel his big, open hand stinging her naked behind. In was crazy, she told herself, but that was how it was. Nothing had ever so aroused and excited her and more than anything in the world, she wanted to be spanked.
As the spanking continued, Sis kicked the floor with her toes as her nether cheeks became fiery red, yet the man showed no sign of stopping, his big hand continuing to rise and fall, exciting sounds coming through the window to the ears of the excited girl who had already climaxed once and continued fingering herself.
And then the spanking did finally stop and the man fondled the buttocks of the crying girl who kept rubbing across his thighs. After a while, he allowed her to get off his lap and she stood rubbing her red, obviously hot nether cheeks with both hands, her firm breasts bobbing as her father stared hotly at her and Dawn felt the approach of her second orgasm.
It swept strongly over her and when she opened her eyes, Sis was bending over the foot of her bed, her feet apart, face pressed into the pillow which had been placed there.
Dawn watched as the man unbuckled his belt and took it off. She shuddered with arousal as she realized that the girl's punishment wasn't finished, that she was going to receive a strapping on buttocks already red from the severe spanking she had taken.
And then a little gasp broke from Dawn's throat and she pressed a hand to her mouth. The man was squatting behind his daughter and looking up into her crotch, he was, Dawn told herself, staring at his own daughter's cunt and she wasn't even aware of it as the footboard of the old fashioned bed protected him.
After about a minute, he stood and rubbed a hand over the obvious bulge in the front of his pants. As she watched, Dawn realized that he had an erection as his son had had when he and Dawn had played the previous evening. His penis, she told herself, would be a lot bigger and more exciting to see. She wished he would take it out, but told herself that was out of the question.
He folded the leather belt double, stood beside the naked girl, fondled her red buttocks with his left hand, then began strapping her. Through the window, Dawn heard the loud slap each time the doubled belt made contact with the girl's naked behind and she watched as Sis did a little dance of pain, shifting her weight from foot to foot as the stinging leather caressed her beautifully rounded buttocks.
And then the man dropped the belt and walked to the dresser where he picked up a bottle of lotion. He went around to the side of the bed and showed it to the girl, telling her something, making Dawn wonder if she could hear his words over the sound of her crying.
He hurried back to the foot of the bed, uncapped the bottle and put it down on a chair, then, he very slowly unzipped his fly, causing Dawn to again press a hand over her mouth as she realized he was going to take his penis out.
He did so and the size of it caused her to tremble in disbelief, it looked as big as a fence pole to the girl and the foreskin was drawn back to show a velvet head which looked almost purple. Could it be, Dawn wondered, that he was actually going to have sex with his own daughter?
And then he answered her silently asked question as he took the big organ in his right hand and jerked it as his son had done. Seconds later, he was shooting rich semen into his left hand, his face contorted with passion.
When the spurting stopped, he carried the thick fluid to the glowing, red buttocks of his daughter and spread it all over both cheeks. After her initial shock wore off, Dawn realized what it was all about. He had shown Sis the bottle of lotion to make her think he was going to minister to her hot nether cheeks with it, but what he really had planned all along was to masturbate and smear his semen over her buttocks.
A look of content spread over his face as he finished smearing his semen over the red cheeks, then he crouched to take another look into her crotch, licked his lips, then picked up his belt and walked out of the room, his spent penis tucked into his pants.
Getting up painfully, the girl rubbed her sticky buttocks for a few seconds, then got onto the bed and lay on her tummy, crying softly. Still watching from her hiding place outside the window, Dawn fingered herself until she achieved yet another orgasm, then pulled her panties up and went home, her body bathed in sweat, her heart still pounding so hard that she feared it would shatter from the strain.
The next time Dawn was alone with her boyfriend, she shared her secret with him, all of it, and his excitement was as great as hers. He made her tell over and over all she had seen and his clothes were soaked with perspiration before she finished.
Again they had the house to themselves and their petting was fiercely passionate.
"Would you like to spank a girl on her bare ass?" Dawn asked in a whisper. "Oh boy, would I ever," he panted. "All right. I want to find out what it's like to be spanked. You be the daddy and give me a spanking. Do it just the way your father spanked Sis, only I don't think I'll want a strapping, just a hand spanking."
"Do you mean it, Dawn? I mean do you really want me to spank you?"
"Yes, don't you want to do it? If not, I suppose I can find some other boy who would enjoy it."
"Oh No ... no, I want to spank your pretty ass, really I do. I'm just dying to." Getting off the couch, they both undressed, the boy stripping naked, Dawn leaving only her panties, garter belt and nylons on.
"Aren't you going to take your panties off?" he asked.
"No, you're going to do that for me. You're going to feel my ass through them, then you'll take them down and my ass will be bare for my spanking. Play with my ass cheeks for a while before you start spanking me. Really get us both worked up, I mean all the way."
"But, Dawn what if it hurts you too much? I want to spank your ass, but I don't want to hurt you."
"Look, after watching Sis get it on the ass, I have a hunch it's going to hurt plenty, but I think I'm going to like it too. Don't worry, if it hurts too much, I'll just get off your lap. You keep spanking until I do and make it real. Be a real daddy and punish my bare behind, make it rosy red for me."
She had him sit on an armless chair, then stood and looked down at his excited face and his stiff penis. He reached for her and as he fondled her buttocks, Dawn saw in her imagination, the man fondling the big bottom of a sixteen year-old girl, his own daughter, saw him let the panties down and take her on his lap for the spanking of those luscious buttocks, recalled him staring in her warm crotch, strapping her with his doubled belt, then taking out his big, stiff tool and jerking off in his hand.
And then her mind returned to the present as she felt the boy taking her panties down.
When they were just below her buttocks, he paused to play with them for a while, then took her panties all the way down, she stepped out of them, then lay across his bare thighs and sighed as she wriggled into position for the first spanking of her young life, hoping desperately that she would enjoy it as she anticipated she would.
"Gee, Dawn," he said, Excitedly, as he gazed at the white nether cheeks with the neat crack in the middle, "this is so exciting. All those many times I listened to Sis getting spanked, I never dreamed I'd be spanking a girl's bare ass one day. Mmmmmm, your ass cheeks feel so smooth," he added as he fondled them with his right hand.
"Now ... now, spank me," she panted. "Get started and make it sting."
He raised his right hand, saw it trembled, then brought it down in a crisp spank. He felt the firm cheek give a little under his hand "and heard Dawn's grunt along with his own.
"Oh yes," she panted, "more ... it stings ... more."
He gave her more as he picked up the rhythm and soon had her nether cheeks slapped a warm shade of pink. When her sobbing turned to crying, he would have stopped, but she panted for him to keep going as her naked body rubbed hotly across his thighs and his hand kept spanking from cheek to cheek.
He watched the color turned from pink to red, listened to her lusty crying and wondered how she could possibly be enjoying it. He wondered too whether his big sister, despite all her crying, perhaps enjoyed being spanked by their father, but he doubted it.
And then, when the area framed by her garter belt glowed fiery red, Dawn threw herself off his lap and got to her feet, her pretty young breasts bobbing as she rubbed her blazing nether cheeks with both hands as she did an exciting dance around the room while the boy stared, his penis throbbing until he feared he was going to go off just watching her.
"Ooh," she sobbed, "my ass cheeks are so hot and tingly. it's even better than I thought it would be. Oh dear, I'm going to want you to spank me often. Do you think you'll want to?"
"Will I ever. Boy, that was really great. What fun Dad must have when he spanks Sis's big, bare ass."
Dawn hid the small hurt she felt as he implied that his sister's bigger bottom was more exciting to spank than hers, but in her arousal, the hurt passed quickly.
"Hurry," she told him, "while my ass is all not and tingly, pull yourself and rub your cream all over it. Let me see your cream shoot."
The boy took his rod in his right hand and then, after only a few seconds of pulling himself, he was spurting semen into his left hand, being careful to catch every drop of it.
When he was drained, Dawn lay on her tummy on the couch and told him to rub the thick fluid all over her tingling buttocks. Sitting beside her, the naked boy trembled as he gave her red rounds the seminal massage she had asked for.
Later, Dawn entertained her partner by masturbating until she had achieved three orgasms.
Over the next few months, Dawn's life was filled with excitement. Every time Sis was to be spanked, the boy phoned and told her and she was stationed at the window. Sometimes the drapes were carefully drawn so that she couldn't see, but at other times, there was a chink between them so that she could view the entire show.
Each time she was able to see, Dawn watched as the man finished the performance by jerking off and rubbing his semen over his daughter's big, red behind.
And then there were those other exciting times when instead of watching a spanking, Dawn received one from her friend. Fate was kind to her so that on her fifteenth birthday, she and he enjoyed an orgy of spanking and masturbation.
When change came into her exciting sex life, it came quickly. Shortly after school graduation, Sis shocked her family by running away with a young man whom she had been dating. Dawn felt a tremendous loss, but her heart went out to the man whose loss was surely greater than hers.
And then Dawn suffered another loss as her boyfriend was obliged to accompany his mother to their cottage at the lake. The idea was that his father would join them for weekends, then return to the city each Sunday night.
But it didn't work out that way. On the way to the cottage, there was an accident and mother and son died.
There was shock all round. Dawn's parents were at a loss to understand why the death of her friend sent her into a state of shock, but in time, it passed.
As it did, vague thoughts began to take form in her mind. For a while, they eluded her, hiding deep in the back of her mind, then, one night as she lay in bed, fingering herself and longing for the thrill of a spanking, the thoughts moved out of the mist and she caught them, trembling with excitement as she did.
She had lost her spanking partner, but so had the boy's father. In addition, the man had lost his wife which meant that he had also lost his sex partner. In addition to being without his girl to spank, he was, she told herself, also without his woman to fuck. All he could do, she reasoned, was to remember the old days and pull himself.
At first she wondered if she could have courage enough to go through with the plan which was rapidly taking form in her mind, then she told herself she would do it and he would help her once he found out what she was offering.
The next evening, Dawn slipped out to the corner store and phoned the man. He was surprised at hearing her voice and while he was even more surprised when she told him she wanted to visit him to discuss something, he invited her to come along.
It was dark and she followed the familiar route along the river path, up the quiet street, into the garden through the tall hedge, then to the back door where her heart seemed to pound more loudly than did her knuckles on the back door of the old house.
"Hello Dawn," he greeted her, puzzled at her having come to the back door. "Come in. What's the trouble?"
"Hi ... please ... give me a minute ... I'll all mixed up."
"Sure, Dawn. Sit down and relax. I guess you two were more serious about each other than anyone suspected. Is that it?"
"Yes," she replied, quietly.
"Were you lovers, Dawn? I mean all the way?"
"Yes and no. We didn't ... fuck," she forced herself to say the word, wanting to sound more mature, "but we did our special things,-things more exciting to us than fucking."
"Oh? Tell me more, Dawn. You're a very surprising young woman." Arousal flared hotly in him and he decided to lead her along as far as she was prepared to go. "Fucking is very exciting. When a man and woman are naked and horny and that stiff cock pushes up her tight, juicy cunt, it's just about the most exciting thing in the world.
"Ooh, I'll bet it is," she agreed with a little sigh, "but isn't it pretty exciting when you sit and watch while a girl takes her clothes off, then you reach around her and play with her ass, then take her panties off and she lies over her lap to get her bare ass spanked?"
"What the hell!" he gasped.
"I guess it would be especially exciting if you were bare naked and she could see your great big cock while you played with her ass and could feel it under her while you spanked her tender ass and made it all red and hot and tingly. After that, you could jerk off and rub your cream all over her rosy red cheeks."
"Jesus Christ, Dawn, how much do you know? Is that what you and he were doing?"
"Yes. I peeked through the window one night and watched you spanking Sis and pulling yourself and rubbing your cream over her ass. I was so horny I took my panties down and fingered my cunt until I came two or three times. After that, I taught him the game. I love being spanked, hard. I love to cry and feel my ass cheeks burning and tingling. We both miss the same thing, don't we?"
"Jesus, I don't believe it," he said, perspiration trickling down his face. "I just can't believe it's true."
"Are you ... saying you don't want to take down my panties, play with me, spank my ass and jerk off on it when it's all red and hot?"
"Hell no," he said, panting as he got up and hurried to her.
Dawn got to her feet too and he took her into his arms and they kissed with burning passion. In their embrace, she felt his erect penis, hard against her, then felt a strong hand rubbing over the seat of her dress, fondling the buttocks which had not been spanked for so long but soon would be, would be spanked by the big hand of the mature man.
He pulled her down onto the couch with him, pulling the hem of her dress high above the tops of the sheer nylons she had worn for the visit.
His hands were strong but gentle as they fondled her thighs, she opened her legs wide and a hand found the warm crotch of her clinging panties, then she was being turned over, her dress was pushed higher and he groaned as his hands claimed her panty clad buttocks.
"Oh Jesus, Dawn, what a ass ... what a sweet ass."
"It's yours, Earl, yours to spank anytime at all. You won't have to pretend with the bottle of lotion," she went on, "you can just take your great big cock in your hand and pull yourself and shoot cream all over my rosy red ass cheeks and in my crack and everything. Oh how I want it, all of it, I'm so horny. Please take out your cock and let me see it and feel it. It's so big."
Dawn moved off his lap, Earl stood and opened his fly. She trembled as he reached into his pants, then groaned aloud as he took out the strong, throbbing member, the foreskin drawn well back from the big, velvet head.
Dawn groaned again as she reached for it with both hands, one hand wrapping around the hard shaft, the other caressing the swollen head. Instinctively, she pulled him closer to her and began kissing his penis, the soft head, the long shaft, her tongue coming into play to lick his hard weapon until he was forced to take it away from her.
"I've got to stop or I'll go off in your face," he panted. "That would be great, but I want to spank you first. Did you ever suck his cock?"
"No."
"Would you like to try sometime?"
"Yes. Is it exciting?"
"Yes. My wife loved to suck my cock. After we played for a long time and I sucked her tits and her cunt, she'd take my cock in her mouth and suck me off. She said it as the greatest thrill in the world when it exploded and filled her mouth with cream and she sucked me dry until I thought my balls would fall off. She never got tired of sucking my cock, she'd always rather take my prick in her mouth than in her cunt. After she blew me, if she wanted to fuck, I'd push a candle up her cunt and fuck her that way. Jesus, Dawn, we're going to have a wonderful time."
He began undressing then and she would have done the same, but he told her not to, told her to wait and let him help. Kicking his briefs away, he stood nude before her, his tool twitching, his sac dangling and looking heavy and filled with semen.
"I haven't pulled myself in three or four days," he told her. "My balls are just filled with cream."
"Oh yes, they look so big and full. Let me feel them," she said and reached into his crotch to cup the hairy sac gently in both hands. "Mmmmmm, all that warm cream to shoot over my red hot ass while it's so hot and tingly-"
"Yes, baby, yes. Get up now and pull your dress up above your hips. That's it. Jesus, what a lush beauty you are. Walk around the room for me, Dawn, yes, that's the way, nice and slow, keep your hips working, make those ass cheeks strain your little panties. Oh Jesus, what a sight."
After a little while, he called her to him and took her dress off. Her breasts were not as big as his daughter's had been, but they were big for a girl of fifteen, he thought as he fondled the cups of her bra, then reached around her and unhooked it and it fell away to reveal her lovely white breasts with the exciting pink tips.
His hands closed over the twin beauties and he fondled them for a long time, then sucked them much more excitingly than his son had ever done, alternating between sucking and licking the sensitive nipples, then filling his mouth with a tender globe to suck some more while she squirmed and sighed.
And then he was seated and she stood between his parted knees, gazing down at his twitching penis while he fondled her nether cheeks through the teasing cover of sheer nylon.
There was a mirror behind her so that when Earl slowly unveiled her behind, he was able to see it as well as the triangle of dark pubic hair at the juncture of white tummy and thighs. In all his life, nothing had ever so excited him as the thrill of taking the lovely girl's panties down and preparing for an orgy of spanking and sex with her firm, smooth body.
But her excitement was as great as his and she was almost crying when her panties fell around her feet and she stepped out of them, naked except for her garter belt and nylons.
"Oh Jesus, Dawn," he almost groaned the words, "I still can't believe it."
"I know what you mean, Earl. You're the first man who ever saw me or touched me this way. Your hands are so big and strong and you're going to spank me and make me cry. You'll make my ass all hot and red." , "I'll try not to hurt your beautiful ass too much," he told her as he fondled the twin rounds and felt the cool silk of them.
"No, don't be easy. Spank me as much as you spanked Sis. I can take it. I want to cry and feel my ass cheeks tingling for a long time. Will you pull yourself and let your cream shoot all over my ass?"
"Yes, oh Christ yes. I always wanted to do that with Sis, but I didn't dare."
"Will you do it in front of a mirror so I can see you doing it?"
"Yes, my lovely darling, yes. Anything you want."
"Oh Earl, take me and spank me now. Scold me and lecture me just the way you did with her. Punish your bad girl and make her cry."
"It won't be easy to scold you, dear, but I'll do my best. Come now, Dawn, you've been a bad girl and I am going to take you on my lap and spank your bare ass good and hard."
"Oh Daddy ... Daddy," she sobbed, "please don't, it stings when you spank my tender little ass."
"Yes dear, I know it stings, but little girls are naughty and they need spankings on the ass to keep them good. Come now, he down across Daddy's lap. Lie over his big hard cock and turn your sweet little ass up for a spanking."
Sobbing, Dawn moved around to his right and rubbed her cool buttocks with both hands, trembling with eager anticipation at the thought of how hot they would soon be.
She lay across his strong, hairy thighs and Earl's strong penis throbbed as her lush body brushed it. She wriggled into position, then sighed as his big hand moved gently to her upturned behind and began playing with it.
His daughter's buttocks had been bigger, he told himself, but they had not been more exciting than the lovely nether cheeks which the beautiful girl submitted with such eagerness.
While he played with her buttocks, he lectured her the way he had previously lectured his daughter as she lay on his lap, then he gave each firm cheek a squeeze, pushed the side of his hand into her crack, gave each silken round a few taps, then began spanking.
The first slap stung and Dawn gave a little cry. The man trembled violently and she felt his penis throb under her. His big hand came down on her other cheek and she gave another little cry, a plea for more rather than a cry of pain.
His hand continued to rise and fall, each contact producing a loud, exciting sound and adding to the hot tingling in her buttocks, Dawn was soon crying loudly, but both knew that the spanking was not going to stop, not for a very long time.
Because her plump buttocks were so perfectly rounded, there was an extra pair of surfaces to be spanked, tender bottom slopes where cheeks curved to meet thighs. A skilled spanker, Earl slapped in a horizontal rather than vertical motion to make those sensitive surfaces as red and hot as the rest of her nether cheeks and Dawn rewarded him by crying more loudly and kicking her nylon sheathed legs violently as she squirmed over his lap, her lush behind bouncing but not trying to avoid the slapping hand.
"There," Earl said, panting as he brought his hand down in the final spank, "we'll see if this little spanking teaches you a lesson, you naughty little girl. How red and hot your sweet little ass is. I'll play with it while you finish crying. Mmmmm, how silky smooth your hot cheeks are. I could play with them and spank them forever."
After he had played with her tingling buttocks for a while, he brought a hand between them, found her tight anal ring and slowly pushed a finger into it, as far as he could get it.
"How tight your little hole is, dear. I always wanted to do that to Sis. God, how I'd love to push my stiff prick up your tight hole and give you a royal ass fucking. I've ass fucked men, but I've never had my cock up a girl's butt-hole."
"Would it ... sob ... hurt me?"
"No, dear, I'd use Vaseline to make your hole nice and slippery. It would really stretch you. I know a man who regularly ass fucks a twelve year-old boy. Think of what a small hole he must have."
"Oh, Earl darling, my ass feels so good. That was the best spanking I ever got. You'll spank me often, won't you?"
"As often as I can, dear. If only you were a bit older. We could go away together. What a life we'd have."
"I'll soon be sixteen, Earl. I can leave home then and we could meet in some other city where nobody knows us. We could get married or just live together and you could spank me every day and we could fuck and everything."
"Would you want to do that, dear?"
"Oh yes. You're so exciting."
"Get up and come to the bed with me, darling," Earl told her. "I'm going to show you some of the exciting things we'll do."
He helped her to her feet, then picked her up and carried her to the bed. Putting her down gently on it, he lay beside her and took her in his arms, his stiff penis throbbing between her thighs as they shared a thrilling kiss.
After that, he rolled her over and began kissing and licking her tingling nether cheeks, his tongue licking up and down her crack and making her wriggle.
He turned her over onto her back again and parted her legs wide, sighing as he stared into her virginal crotch.
"What a lovely, delicious little cunt you have, dear. Has anyone ever sucked and lapped it for you?"
"Oh no."
"Someone is going to now, darling and you're going to love it. I'm going to suck and lick your sweet little cunt until you come. You've made yourself come with your finger, haven't you?"
"Oh yes, often."
"Well this will be a lot better," he told her as he licked his lips and brought his face slowly into her crotch.
Dawn groaned with passion as she felt a blast of warm breath in her crotch, then he was kissing her tender organ as her hot behind squirmed on the bed. She groaned again, more deeply as he sucked the soft lips right into his mouth and gentry nibbled them.
"Oh Earl, lover, it's so good. Oh ... my cunt is right in your mouth. Oh ... do it ... do it ... suck my cunt, darling."
And then his mouth released the warm lips, he licked them up and down, then his tongue worked in between them and invaded her vagina.
"Oh darling," she panted, "I can feel your tongue in my cunt ... oh ... uh ... it's licking me ... oh darling, it feels so good, sooooo good."
While she panted words of ecstasy, the man rubbed his hands over her thighs and belly and probed her slit until he found her little passion bud with his tongue and began lapping it, knowing by the trembling of her naked body that she would quickly climax, hoping that he could stall his own ejaculation which threatened strongly.
"Oh Earl ... oh ... uh ... I'm going to ... uh ... come ... I'm..." and then she ran out of words, her cries rang through the room and her crotch jerked up against his face, rubbing as she climaxed with almost terrifying ferocity. It was, she told herself, later, as if every climax she had ever experienced had been gathered into one magnificent orgasm.
"Well, darling?" he asked, smiling, as he sat up beside her, "how did you enjoy your first cunt lapping?"
"Oh my God, I can't begin to describe it. It was as if everything inside me was coming out through my cunt."
"It was wonderful for me too, angel. Your cunt juice is sweeter than honey. I'll give you another come with my tongue before you go home tonight."
"Are you going to jerk off on my ass now?" Dawn asked, eagerly.
"Yes dear, my cock is so stiff it hurts. Here, I'll put a couple of pillows under your tummy and kneel astride your legs. I've always dreamed of doing it this way to a beautiful girl with a nice red ass. Is it still tingling?"
"It's starting to go away," she told him, sadly. "Please, before you jerk off, give me a few more spanks to heat me up and make it tingle some more. I guess I'll never get enough spanking to satisfy me."
"What an angel you are, darling," he told her as she lay over the pillows he stacked on the bed. "I'll try my best to keep your ass well spanked for you. There now, just relax and I'll give your pretty ass a little warming to get you ready. Can you see it in the mirror over there?"
"Yes, oh yes. It's so red."
"Yes dear, it is. Watch while I heat it up some more, then you'll see my big prick shooting cream all over it."
"Oh yes. Please be careful not to let any cream get in my cunt, won't you?
"Yes, darling, I'll be very careful. Ready now, I'm going to freshen up that tingle for you."
Holding her with a hand on the small of her back, he began spanking her again, slapping as hard as he had when she lay across his lap and bringing more tears from her eyes to wet the sheet. Her lovely bottom tossed excitingly and her hands and feet pounded the bed, then he stopped spanking and helped her dry her eyes so that she could see the reflection of her well spanked behind in the big mirror.
"Can you see, dear?" he asked as he knelt astride her thighs and took his tool in his right hand, pulling the foreskin farther back from the plum like head.
"Oh yes ... yes. That must be the biggest and the most prick in the whole world."
"It really isn't, dear, but it's big enough and my balls are full of cream to cover your lovely ass cheeks. I'll pull myself very slowly, but I'm still going to go off much too quickly. Ooh ... ahhh ... oh Jesus, what a joy this is," he told her as he slowly masturbated and Dawn stared excitedly at the reflection in the mirror.
"Now, darling, now," he panted, "watch, here it comes ... here comes my cream all over your lovely ass."
She heard him grunt, felt him trembling, then the first spurt shot onto her right cheek. He turned his tool slightly and hit her left cheek with the next blast of semen. The third one hit right in her crack, then there was another and another until her behind was covered with the rich fluid. Sighing, he squeezed his softening tool and a few more drops dribbled onto her red, tingling buttocks.
Earl sighed again, then used both hands to smear his semen all over her nether cheeks, thrilling to the warm silk of them, his heart pounding as though it would rupture under the strain of it.
"Is your ass still tingling, darling?" he asked as he continued to massage her sticky cheeks.
"Oh yes and now it feels so nice and sticky. When I watched you doing this to Sis's big, bare ass, I used to be so envious. I wish I had a big butt like she has, it would be better for you."
"No, darling, you're wrong. Your ass is beautiful," he assured her. "It couldn't be better and I can do all the things with you that I never could with her. When I creamed her ass I had to go off in my hand, but with you I can shoot it right onto your beautiful ass. Later, it will be exciting in a different way .when I stick my rod between your red ass cheeks and ass fuck you."
"Oh yes, my lover, I just can't wait until we reach that date when we can live together and do everything we want. Imagine, you'll be able to he on top of me, I'll have my legs wide open and you'll stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me. Gee, I'm so anxious to get my first fuck with a big hard cock. Do you like fucking, Earl?"
"I suppose I do, but there are things I enjoy even more, things like spanking and jerking off on a ass and ass fucking. Still, I will fuck you from time to time. We'll do everything. How soon do you have to go home?"
"Oh, I've got more than an hour yet, why?"
"How wonderful. In an hour, I'm sure I can get my cock hard again. How would you like to take it, in your mouth or up your ass?"
"Gee, I want it every way. What does cream taste like?"
"It doesn't really have any taste. I've sucked a few cocks and I enjoyed it. It feels so good when the cream shoots in your mouth and you have to swallow fast to keep up with it."
"It sounds exciting. I'll tell you what, let's toss a coin. Heads you stick it in my mouth, tails you stick it in my tail."
Laughingly, they agreed it was a wonderful idea and then they resumed playing on the bed. He sucked her firm young breasts for a long time, then brought his face back into her crotch and lapped her until she achieved another orgasm.
By then he felt his penis responding and felt the first churning in his loins which promised another erection. While he played with her, they talked about sex and both became wildly aroused.
His penis was beginning to rise when he took Dawn over his lap to give her yet another spanking, at her fervent request.
"Here we go again, darling," he told her as she lay sighing across his thighs while he played with her buttocks. I'll get your ass nice and hot, then I'll grease your hole and ass fuck you. I can't believe I'm going to bugger a beautiful, red assed little girl. Oh baby, my cock is really getting hard now."
And then he was spanking her again, the sensitive skin of her lovely bottom responding with a rosy hue as his hand rose and fell while his stiffening penis throbbed under her naked body.
Earl didn't bother scolding her this time and she didn't ask for it, it was enough for Dawn that the man was spanking her again, setting thrilling fires in her bouncing behind and that in a little while his big rod would be pushed up between her buttocks and would bury itself in her body to shoot warm semen into her bowels.
"There, Dawn," he told her, his voice breaking as he helped her off his lap, "your ass is nice and hot."
"Oh yes," she sobbed, "what lovely tingles I feel in my ass cheeks."
"You'll feel more than tingles in a minute, dear. I'll grease you now and then you'll take my prick into your dear little arsehole. It will feel so nice to be there with my cock throbbing in your ass and my belly pressing against your rosy red ass cheeks. Kneel up on all fours, darling," he told her and picked up the jar of lubricant.
"You're sure it won't hurt when you put that great big cock in my tiny little ass, Earl?" she asked.
"I'm sure, dear. Notice how easily my finger goes up your hole," he replied as he worked the lubricant up the little passage which he was so soon to spread wide with his swollen tool.
"Oh yes, it does feel nice, Earl, the way you work your finger in and out of my ass like that."
"Yes, darling, it does, but it will feel nicer with my cock there. Here, dear, you're all ready for your ass fucking now, just keep your hot ass relaxed and let my cock slip in more easily. Oh Jesus, what a picture of beauty you are, dear, look at yourself in the mirror. See my prick pointing right at your rosy red ass. What a sweet sight, see how your pretty little titties hang. Oh Dawn, darling, I have to give it to you now, up your little ass-hole."
Dawn gave a little gasp as she felt the big head of his tool push between her tingling cheeks, then it was touching her anal ring. She became aware of the bigness of the velvet head and trembled with sudden fear.
"Oh please, Earl, no. It's too big for my little hole. You'll break me with it."
"No darling, it won't break you. Your little pink hole will stretch and caress my prick like a kid glove."
Eaxl gave a little jab, Dawn gasped and felt her anal ring stretch wide, then the head was inside her.
"There, darling, the biggest part is in and it didn't hurt, did it?"
"I ... I'm not sure. It's so big. I feel like I'm stretched wide open."
"I know, darling, I've had a big cock up my hole. Just keep relaxed, dear, that's the secret of enjoying a ass fucking. When I get it all in, I'll spank your ass with my belly. You're going to like that. Here," he panted, "take some more cock ... here ... here ... here ... uh ... just a little more," he panted as he worked his long organ into the tightness of her anus. "That's ... uh ... it," he said, then groaned and pulled her rosy red behind back against his tummy, his penis buried inside her and throbbing strongly.
"Oh Earl, I feel like I'm going to poop."
"Don't worry, darling, you couldn't poop with that big plug up your ass. Can you feel it throbbing inside your ass?"
"Oh yes."
"Are you afraid now?"
"I . . .I don't know. No. I'm not afraid now, dear. Oh give it to me. Fuck my hot ass with your big prick. Spank me with your belly like you said you would, dear."
"Yes, darling," he told her as he gripped her hips with both hands and began riding her nicely arched, red behind, "here we go, I'm ass fucking you now. Oh Jesus, how tight you are. Oh what a magnificent ass fuck you are, my beautiful darling."
Earl alternately talked and panted as he rode her, his tummy smacking her tingling buttocks with each slow stroke, her firm breasts swaying under her as she gazed into the mirror to stare at the reflection of their two naked bodies.
Dawn could see only a little of his big organ, the base of the shaft, each time he drew it back, but there was all the rest of it inside her and while she couldn't see it, she could feel it working in and out, keeping her excitingly stretched.
"Oh Earl, it feels so good," she panted. "Fuck me ... fuck my hot, tingling ass with your giant prick. Oh how big and long it is. Oh darling, I'm the luckiest girl in the world."
"And I'm the luckiest man, darling," he told her, stroking steadily. "What a sweet ass to spank and to fuck, what a sweet cunt to lap, what tits to suck, what a beautiful face. You have everything, my darling Dawn."
"I have more than everything, Earl, I have your big prick up my arsehole, fucking me. Oh dear, I'm dying to feel your cream shooting up my ass."
"You soon will, darling. I'm glad I jerked off on your ass before, that makes me last longer this time, but I won't last much longer."
Earl stepped up the pace of his riding, his big tool sliding in and out of her stretched hole, keeping her gasping and panting, then she heard his loud panting and grunting, felt him switch to short, fast strokes, then he pulled her tightly against him, she felt his penis throb strongly, then it was shooting the rich, warm fluid into her.
"Yes ... yes ... give it to me, darling ... Oooh, yes, it feels so good. It's shooting way up inside me ... yes ... yes..." Dawn panted as she pressed her lovely, warm bottom hard against him.
"Don't move, darling," he whispered and she felt one of his hands move around her and into her crotch. "I'll keep my prick buried in your ass hole while my finger gives you another nice come. You'll like it. Ah, here we are, here's your hard little clit. I'll give you such a nice come, my lovely little darling," he told her as he stroked it gently.
"Oh Earl, darling," she sighed, "it's so great, so wonderful to feel your cock in my ass while you're fingering my cunt. Oh hurry," she panted, "I'm going to come real fast. Now, Earl, now ... NOWWWWWWWWWW," Dawn shrieked as she trembled and jerked through a strong, thrilling orgasm, her naked body shining with sweat.
"Was it a nice come, angel?" Earl asked as he gently rubbed her hips.
"Oh yes. It was like heaven, darling, better than heaven, I'm sure."
"We'll go to heaven this way often, dear," he told her, his tone low and warm, then he slowly took his spent member out of her and had her he on the bed on her tummy.
While she rested, he fondled, kissed and licked her warm, pink buttocks and assured her that the stretched feeling of her anus would pass in a little while.
It was the first of many meetings for the girl and man. They were always careful, Dawn took different routes each time she visited him, and the excitement of their sex games never diminished for either of them.
Her second visit commenced as the first had, with the naked man taking her on his lap for a brisk spanking, then he slowly masturbated over her buttocks and rubbed his hot semen all over her hotter nether cheeks.
Later, they talked and played, then his penis came up again, stiff and throbbing.
"Do you want to learn how to suck my prick, darling?" he asked her.
"Oh yes," she assured him.
"All right, darling, school is in now and our first class is cock sucking."
He showed her how to kiss, lick and fondle his big organ, then her jaws stretched wide to take the swollen, velvet head in. Dawn sucked on it for a little while as the man sighed with content, then he showed her how to move her mouth up and down on the shaft, taking more and more of it into her mouth.
She was amazed at how much of it she could take in her mouth, but couldn't manage the full length of it. Still, it was more than enough to delight Earl as it delighted Dawn.
"Oh Dawn, darling, you suck cock like an angel. Your sweet, warm mouth is better than my wife's ever was. She was a good cock sucker, but not nearly as good as you are. That's the way, darling, keep your sweet mouth working. Oh Jesus, I'm going to go off fast, too fast. Oh angel, you're going to suck the balls right off me. Get ready, darling, I'm getting close," he panted. 'Try to take it all and not spill a drop."
He emitted a broken groan, the head of his penis seemed to swell inside her mouth, then she felt the first spurt shoot into her.
It was warm and thick and then there was another spurt and another as she went on sucking, making him groan and tremble like a dying man and filling her with a sense of power as his spurting organ filled her mouth with semen.
Dawn swallowed some, but kept a supply in her mouth, even after his shrinking penis stopped shooting and he took it away from her. The semen mixed with her saliva and her eyes shone with excitement as she felt the mixture fizzing, like toothpaste, she told herself, holding it for a long time, her cheeks bulging, before she swallowed.
Earl had everything arranged shortly before Dawn's sixteenth birthday. He had a new job in another city and had rented a small house for them.
When the magic day arrived, Dawn packed a bag and left home, during the afternoon while her parents were both at work. She left them a note, got on a bus and went to her new world.
The neighbors were curious about the mature man and his young bride, but they said nothing to Earl or Dawn who chose not to make friends with their neighbors as they settled into their new life.
Dawn was anxious to sample sexual intercourse, so Earl bought some condoms and showed them to her. She trembled with excitement as he stripped naked and put one on his strong member. She loved the way his hard organ looked and felt in the latex sheath, but he was not ready then to let her know how it was going to feel inside her vagina.
"I can't fuck you while your lovely ass is so cool and pale, darling," he told her as he took her panties down and began playing with her bottom and thighs.
She giggled and trembled as he played with her, then she was naked and lying across his thighs, crying and kicking as he spanked fires into her nether cheeks until they glowed rosy red.
To the man, it seemed like a terrible waste to put his penis into her vagina and have intercourse with her, when instead he could masturbate on her behind, but she wanted it and he couldn't refuse.
She cried when his thrusting organ ruptured her hymen, but he went on riding her, not wanting her to find enjoyment in the act, wanting her to savor pain so that she wouldn't want to do it too often and he would be free to masturbate on her buttocks, have anal intercourse with her and have her suck his organ.
When it was over, he comforted her and told her that many women found intercourse painful and enjoyed other sexual acts instead. Dawn agreed that there had been no pleasure for her at all and that his penis felt better in her anus or her mouth.
"Yes, darling, I understand," he told her, "that's why I wasn't so anxious to fuck your dear little cunt."
"You're so good to me, Earl. From now on, I'll take your word for everything."
"That's nice, angel," he told her. "Lie on your tummy now and I'll pour my cream over your ass cheeks and rub it in for you."
Sighing, she did so and he poured the contents of the condom over her buttocks and gave her the massage she so enjoyed, then pulled her panties on while her buttocks were still warm and sticky so that they clung to her.
It was their first and last act of sexual intercourse in the six years they have been living together as man and wife. Dawn remembers only the pain of the act and prefers to savor the pleasure of their other sexual games. She is still a devotee of happy tears and hot buttocks, and Earl, as ardent a lover as ever, is always delighted to meet her needs in that and every other department.
CASE HISTORY 4
Grant was twelve years-old before he discovered masturbation. When he did, he decided it was such fun that it had been well worth waiting for.
He was in the woods with two other boys, at the time. One of them was his own age, the other, a couple of years older. The oldest boy was telling about having peeped into his sister's bedroom and watched her undressing for bed.
He gave a vivid description of her body and caused himself, as well as the others, to become highly aroused. He finished his story by telling how she had pulled her nightie on and gotten into bed, then he opened his fly and took his erect penis out.
Grant was surprised at that, then the other boy did the same. Grant's penis was stiff too, but he didn't know what to do about it.
Come on, Grant," the oldest boy urged, "we know you got a hard-on. Take it out and jerk it off. You know how to, don't you?"
"Sure I do," Grant lied and fumbled with his fly, not wanting to shame himself by acting childish in the presence of the other boys.
By the time he got his penis out, the other two were already masturbating, so he followed their lead, trembling with excitement as his stiff penis responded so thrillingly to the motions of his hand.
The oldest boy was first to ejaculate, his semen shooting high in an arc as he panted and smiled with pleasure. He was still shooting when the other boy panted and fired his change, then, a little later, for the first time in his life, Grant felt a strong churning in his loins, felt incredible pressure build, then break as semen shot from his throbbing young organ.
His knees went weak and his body was wet with sweat, but it was the most exciting experience he had ever known and one he wanted to enjoy over and over again.
The next time they went into the woods, the boys talked about sex again, recalling sights of women squatting so that they showed thighs or panties, crossing their legs to show the tops of nylons and bare skin above, bending to show cleavage of breasts, all the sights normal boys enjoy.
After a little while, pants were opened and organs were taken out, stiff with arousal. This time it was to be different though, Grant observed as he heard the boys agree to masturbate each other.
"Want me to jerk you off after I finish with Cal?" the older boy asked him.
"No thanks, I'd rather do it myself," he told him, not wanting another boy to touch his penis, wanting to do the job himself, to feel his tool throbbing in his hand as it fired the exciting charge.
He watched, playing with himself, while the other boys took turns jerking each other off, then he pulled himself for just a few more seconds and fired his load into the bushes.
After that, he dropped his friends and saved the act of masturbation as a private thing, something to be enjoyed in privacy, alone with his erotic thoughts. I had been enough for the other boys to show him the game, he no longer needed them, his penis and his erotic fantasies were more than enough to meet his needs.
Grant became a loner as of this erotic thoughts. It had been enough for the other boys to show him the game, he no longer needed them, his penis and his erotic fantasies were more than enough to meet his needs.
Grant became a loner as of then and he remained that way through his teen years. He masturbated often and learned to create more and more exciting fantasies. He loved to look at women, to look up their dresses, to see plump buttocks in tight pants, big breasts thrusting through dresses or bathing suits, but it was enough to see and to imagine, he had no urge to touch.
He heard other boys talking about fondling naked females and having sexual intercourse, but he couldn't understand why a man would want to do that when he could be alone with his thoughts and with masturbation to bring satisfaction.
When he graduated from high school, Grant found a job and a small apartment which afforded him complete privacy. Each day, after work, he would eat before returning to his apartment, then would strip naked and spend the evening playing with himself, often ejaculating two or three times before falling asleep for the night.
Grant found an outlet for books and pictures that were sexier than anything obtainable over the counter at that time and began a collection. He loved looking at pictures of naked men and women engaged in various sexual acts, yet he felt no urge to perform such acts other than in fantasy.
He made no effort to make friends and resisted any attempts in that direction by others, male or female as his determination to remain a loner kept growing. Most persons accepted his rebuffs, but one, a woman who lived in the next apartment, was different.
She was a tired looking woman in her late thirties, he guessed, and thought she had once been pretty, but her face wore a look of boredom and the softness of too much alcohol over too many years.
She always smiled and said hello when they met and Grant barely replied, never smiled. But she persisted. One evening, as he was returning to his apartment, Rose called to him from her doorway.
"Come on, neighbor, be a little bit friendly," she said, smiling. "I'm lonesome and want someone to talk with. Come in and have a drink."
Although he was accustomed to turning down offers of friendship, he heard the pathetic tone in her voice and took pity on her. Unable to refuse, he went into her apartment with her and she closed the door behind them.
She smiled as she poured drinks for them, then sat opposite him and slowly crossed her legs to let him see how the tops of her sheer nylons caressed her thighs. He liked the look of the big white thighs, but felt no urge to touch them.
Rose guided the conversation and soon had him telling her that he was strictly a loner and had never dated a girl, never kissed one.
"A handsome man like you," she replied, "what a waste. You don't know what you're missing. I notice your eyes know what to do about a woman," she said, a teasing smile on her face, causing him to look away, guiltily.
"Go ahead and look, Grant," she invited and drew the hem of her dress a little higher. "A woman-likes a man to look and I think I have nice legs, don't you?"
"Yes," he stammered, feeling childish and wishing he could vanish.
"They not only look nice," she went on, "pulling her dress higher, over the tops of her nylons, "they feel nice too," she added and brushed the tips of her fingers over the top of a nylon and onto the smooth, white skin of an inner thighs. "Most guys I know just drool to get their hands on my thighs. They like the silky feel of them. Have you really never felt a woman's legs and thighs?"
"That's ... right."
"Mmmmm, how exciting, Grant," she said as she slowly uncrossed her legs, showed him the crotch of black nylon panties and came to sit by him on the couch. "I like shy young men. The fact that you're a virgin really turns me on. Mmmmmm, you look so strong, Grant. Aren't you tired of being a virgin?"
"I ... I'm not sure. I don't know," he stammered as she took one of his hands and put it on her thigh.
"Give me a little feel, dear," she whispered, "I like the feel of your hand on my nylon. Move it up and feel my bare thigh. Come on, dear, make me feel good. I like you a lot."
He felt perspiration trickling down his face and body as he felt her silken thigh. It was as warm and smooth as she had told him and it was exciting to touch, causing his penis to stiffen and throb, making him wish he were alone, able to take it out and pull it until he fired his semen.
"Ooohhhh," she sighed, "I love the look of the bulge in your pants, Grant. I'll bet you have a big, strong one. Don't you want to find out how it feels to lie on a bare naked woman and push that stiff prick up her pussy?"
He tried to reply, his mouth opened, but no words came out. She slipped an arm around him and kissed him on the mouth. Grant groaned into her open mouth and he felt her arms tighten around him.
"There now, dear, wasn't that a nice kiss?" she asked as she licked her lips, her eyes shining with excitement. "I can teach you so many things, Grant. I can really open life up to you and make you a man. You want that, don't you, dear?" she asked as she opened the top of her dress.
Rose paused, took a deep breath, the slowly pulled the dress down to her waist. Her breasts were big and white and they snuggled into a low cut, black lace bra which showed the upper slopes and the beginning of her brownish aureoles.
"I've got nice big ones, Grant," she told him and fondled the cups of her bra. "They're smooth and nice for feeling and kissing and sucking. Here, dear, feel them up a little," she whispered as she turned to face him, kneeling up on the couch.
When he didn't respond at once, she caught him by both wrists and raised his hands to her jutting bra.
A little cry broke from his throat and he rubbed, his hands squeezing big breasts through the bra as she urged him on with a sigh.
"Yell the truth, darling," she whispered, "you've always wanted to feel a woman's big tits, haven't you?"
"I. . .I guess," he stammered.
"Do you want me to take my bra off and give you a nice big pair of tits to play with?" she asked and her hands went behind her back to unhook the garment as he barely managed to stifle a groan.
Grant had seen many pictures of naked breasts and his breath caught in his throat as he awaited the sight of the real thing. And then she pulled the bra off and he gasped at the sight of her naked breasts. They were big and creamy white, but not as firm as the breasts he had seen in pictures. They sagged a little, but he did feel a surge of excitement at the sight of them and she added to that excitement by holding them from below and fondling them, her tongue licking out between red lips.
"Here they are, dear," she whispered, huskily, "my nice big tits are all bare for you. Take them and play with them. Feel my tits, rub them and kiss them for me. I'll let you take them in your mouth and suck them. Do you want to suck my nice big tits? Some men get down on their knees and beg to suck my tits."
She put a hand on the back of his neck and, sighing, brought a nipple to his mouth, rubbing it over his lips, then his mouth opened wide and she stifled his groan by filling his mouth with the soft, silken globe of flesh.
Grant sucked greedily and she rubbed his neck and head as she urged him on.
"All you needed was a little urging, dear," Rose told him in the same husky whisper. "You really know how to suck a tit. Feel how hard my nipple is. Here," she said as she took the breast out of his mouth, "see how big you made my nipple by sucking it. Lick it, dear, lick it and make me squirm. Oh my God, you're making me so horny my panties are on fire. My pussy is burning up, you sexy man. You're going to do something about that, aren't you, lover?"
"Y ... yes," Grant stammered, then she pushed her other breast into his mouth and he groaned as he began sucking it as she pressed it firmly against his face and sighed deeply.
When she took her breast out of his mouth, she gave him a warm smile and he reached to fondle her breasts with both hands.
"There, now you're doing better, darling," she sighed. "You're going to be a first class lover, I can tell. You'll know what to do about that fire I have burning in my crotch. You'll really know what to do about this hot little pussy of mine, won't you?"
As she talked, she drew away from him, stood before him and worked her dress down over her wide flaring hips. He saw the bulge of her mons veneris through her sheer, black panties, then she stepped out of the dress and turned to display her partially clad buttocks. They were big and excitingly white, the crack between them deep and shadowy.
"Do you like my ass, dear?" she asked as she wriggled it before him. "I've got a nice big one. I've got what it takes to give a man a piece of ass. Wait until you get your hands on these big, white cheeks, lover man. You're going to be so excited you may go off in the air."
Turning to face him again, she twisted her body from the hips so that her big breasts swayed before his wide open eyes as he fought for focus.
"Get up, lover," she told him, "we're going to get those clothes off you and see that body of yours and your big, stiff prick. I can see it throbbing in your pants, dear. It's just dying to push into my cunt and my juicy little cunt is hungry for it."
Rose helped him to his feet, then she was busy undressing him, her finger hurrying over him. She stripped him to the waist, then pressed her breasts against his strong, smooth chest and they both gave a sigh of arousal.
"Isn't it nice to have a pair of bare tits on your chest, darling?" she asked as she pressed them hard against him, mashing them, the hard nipples stabbing him excitingly.
"I'm going to take your pants down now, dear. You're going to love the feeling of a woman taking your pants off," she told him as she unbuckled his belt, then opened the top of his pants and unzipped his fly. "Look at that bulge," she went on as she pressed a hand on it. "What a big strong cock you've got there. Think, darling, in just a few minutes, you're going to stick it up my hot cunt and have your first fuck. Imagine that big prick shooting juice up my cunt. I'm a great lay, lover, my cunt will suck on your cock while you're shooting and I'll really drain your big balls."
She allowed his pants to fall around his ankles, then went back for his briefs, tugging them down and gasping with delight as his erect penis leaped to freedom and twitched in front of her face, the foreskin drawn well back from the big head.
"What a beautiful, velvet headed monster," she told him as she closed a hand gently around it, gave it a squeeze, kissed the head lovingly, then pushed it into her mouth.
"Jesus, what a mouthful. Maybe later, after we've fucked and you're hard again. I'll take this great head in my mouth and suck you off. Haven't you even had a blow job?"
"No."
"Oh lover, am I going to open doors for you," she told him as she moved her hand gently along the shaft of his throbbing erection. "I'm going to give you the works, lover, the full treatment. Come on now, step out of your clothes and let's go to bed and romp."
Grant still wasn't sure he was enjoying what was happening, but he did know that his loins were churning and that he was close to blasting off. There was an excitement about the woman which could not be denied, and yet, with it there was a resentment of her physical presence, a wish that he could be alone, able to see her yet not having to hear her or talk to her, alone to masturbate.
She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom where she bent, her wide behind widening more, to pull the cover back off the bed. Impulsively, his hands reached for her big buttocks and claimed them. They were soft and satiny smooth as he rubbed them, then she straightened up and turned, smiling as her hand closed around the shaft of his stiff penis.
"You've started fires burning in my pussy, lover man," she told him, "now you're going to get in bed with me and put them out with that long hose of yours. What a thrill it's going to be to give you your very first fuck."
Throwing his arms around her, Grant fell onto the bed with her. She was warm, soft and smooth under him and desire flamed hotly as his stiff penis throbbed in urgent demand. Grant knew he was on the very verge of ejaculation, then old instincts took control of him as his right hand wrapped around his tool.
"What are you doing, darling?" she asked as Grant began pulling himself with the head of his tool between her thighs, but before he could give her an answer with words, he gave her a different one, groaning and panting as his semen spurted into the warmth of the nest it had found between her smooth thighs.
'Well, I guess we got a bit carried away, didnt we, lover?" she asked with a smile as he lay atop her, his face hidden from her in shame. "Don't worry, dear, it was my fault for getting you too worked up. You'll be hard again soon and then you'll slip it into my pussy. Don't worry, Grant, I'll see that you get your first taste of fucking tonight. Come on, we'll have another drink and relax for a while. That big cock of yours will soon be stiff again."
Getting off the bed, Rose got a towel, wiped her thighs, then went to him and wiped him off as well.
"I guess when a guy's been alone too long," she told him, "jerking off can become a natural thing. Don't fret about it though, I'll teach you everything and before long, you won't want to jerk off, all you'll want to do is suck and fuck women."
Leading him back into the room where their clothes were strewn over the floor, Rose poured another round of drinks for them, then put hers down and went into her bedroom. When she returned, she carried something which Grant recognized from pictures he had seen in his books. It was a plastic, battery operated dildo, about eight inches long.
"You see, dear," she told him with a grin, "you're not the only one who does it alone sometimes. When I'm too horny to stand it and there isn't someone in bed with me, I use my special lover, Mister Plastic, I call him. He fits so nicely up my cunt and trembles there until I come so often that I can't stand another one.
Want to see how I fuck myself with it?"
Without waiting for a reply, she lay on the couch, parted her legs and bent her knees up, then Grant watched as she turned the base of the instrument to make it vibrate, then she fitted the head between the lips of her organ and sighed as she found her clitoris with the head of it.
After she had buzzed her clitoris with the vibrating head for a little while, Rose worked the full length of it into her vagina and began stroking it in and out. As she did, Grant stared into her crotch in fascination and saw how her slit stretched into a big circle to admit the long, thick dildo.
Rose worked the dildo in her crotch until she had a couple of orgasms, then she pulled it out with a sigh, put it down and picked up her drink.
Later, when she guided Grant's hand into her crotch, he found it wet and sticky, not as exciting as he had hoped a woman's crotch would be. She gave a little grunt of disapproval when he took the hand away and rubbed over a well fleshed hip and buttock which he found preferable.
In time, he felt himself achieving another erection and became secretly excited, a secret he chose not to share with her.
"Are you getting hard yet?" she asked.
"Not yet," he lied. "I'll try to work it up with my hand. You just lie there and let me look at you and feel you. I'll get hard faster," he assured her as his right hand moved back and forth along the shaft of his stiffening penis and he trembled with arousal.
"You're sure doing a lot of jerking," she commented a little later, "Isn't it hard yet?"
"No," he lied.
"Want me to help?"
"No thanks, it's better this way. I'll soon be there."
"I could take it in my mouth and suck on it. That would get it hard in a hurry."
Grant didn't reply because he was on the verge of ejaculation. Timing it just right, he moved up on the couch, turned over her, pushed his penis between her naked breasts and wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding the protesting woman immobile as his semen shot out between her breasts. He held her until he was drained, then released her, got up and began to get dressed.
Rose gave him a malevolent glare, her mouth opened as though to say something, then she thought better of it and said nothing. He guessed she thought he was a maniac and was afraid of him. The thought pleased him since it mean she would leave him alone in the future.
When he was dressed and ready to leave, he paused to take another look at her. She lay on her tummy on the couch, her legs pressed together. Except for her garter belt and nylons, she was naked.
Bending over her, he rubbed her upper back with both hands, then worked his way slowly down. There, her flesh was firm as well as being silken smooth. Her buttocks were softer, but he liked the feel of them as well. As his hands moved over her, she trembled with fear and he found that pleasing and somehow exciting.
His hands lingered on her buttocks for a little while and he pulled the fleshy rounds apart to stare into her deep crack and admire the pink anal ring he saw there, then he was feeling his way down her legs.
Grant felt all the way down, to her feet, fondled her toes, then got up. As he did, he was amazed to feel a fresh surge of excitement which told him he would soon have yet another erection.
For a moment, he considered taking his penis out and jerking off on the woman again, then he decided it would be more exciting to do it in his own apartment, alone with his exciting thoughts.
He rubbed a hand over the front of his pants and felt a response, then he turned to leave. He thought of thanking Rose but decided against it, preferring to leave her angry and afraid of him to ensure that there would be no further attempt to inflict her body on him.
In his apartment, Grant quickly stripped naked and took out his collection of pictures.
He stopped being angry at Rose then as he realized she had done him more than one favor. For one thing, she had confirmed that he wasn't interested in women, beyond their being something to look at. For another, she had added a new dimension to his enjoyment of the pictures in that, having fondled her body all over as he had done, he then knew how a woman's body felt and the pictures became more exciting for that knowledge.
Grant could recall clearly the feel of breasts, buttocks and thighs. He chose not to think of the feel of her soft, sticky crotch. That wasn't for him.
As he turned the pages of his books and stared at the pictures, his penis began to stiffen again and his hand squeezed as he combined the remembered feel of Rose's body with the thrill of the exciting pictures of couples enjoying various sexual acts.
When he felt the approach of ejaculation, he turned to the picture he used most often at that moment. It showed a naked man with his tool in his hand. A woman knelt naked before him and he was shooting his semen over her face and big breasts.
Trembling as he recalled how he had ejaculated with his penis between Rose's breasts, Grant's body jerked as his semen spurted for the third time that evening. When he was completely drained, he lay on his bed and fell asleep, his picture collection scattered around him.
Grant was leafing through his magazines the next evening when he noticed a page of ads. He saw pictures of dildoes such as the one
Rose had used, but there were other items advertised as well. One which particularly fascinated him was an artificial vagina. It was very reasonably priced so he sent off an order for it, to a Cleveland address.
In due time, his package arrived and he trembled with excitement as he unwrapped it. Following the instructions he read, Grant filled it with warm water and carefully closed it, tightening the cap.
There was a harness attached so that the water filled bag could be attached to a woman, according to the ad, but that aspect didn't interest him.
When he stripped naked, he took the precious item to the couch with him, took out his magazines and lay on the water filled bag. Slowly, he inserted his hard penis into the vaginal slit and felt it expand to caress his organ.
With a groan of delight, he decided that the artificial vagina contained all the excitement there could possibly be in having one's penis in a woman's vagina, yet it was clean and sanitary, more than he was prepared to say about a live woman's crotch after having felt Rose's.
He stroked a few times, then lay resting on it, his penis throbbing as he leafed through his magazines and formed exciting fantasies based on the sexually explicit pictures of naked men and women in action.
Alternating between stroking and resting, making his arousal last, Grant lay on his artificial woman for a long time, enjoying his fantasies, his penis throbbing in the smooth warmth of what was for him the perfect woman, the perfect vagina.
He talked to her, commented on the beauty of her breasts and her buttocks and the lovely feel of her vagina and, to his delight, she didn't reply, didn't speak a word.
"Oh darling," he whispered, "your cunt is so tight and clean and warm. What a sweet fuck you are, Julie. I can't hold back any longer, darling Julie," he panted. "I'm going to ride your cunt nice and fast now and then I'll shoot all my cream into you. Here it comes now, Julie, here comes my cream right up your sweet little cunt."
He pressed down on the water filled bag, his body jerking strongly as he pumped his semen I into it until he was drained and lay panting and sweating, having ended the most exciting sexual act of his life.
Later, he took Julie to the bathroom, cleansed her thoroughly and put her away, gently, in a drawer, sure she would remain there quietly until he wanted her once more.
He got dressed and went out walking. He went to one restaurant after another, having a coffee or a beer in each, always sitting where he was able to look at the legs of at least one woman.
Grant enjoyed a few exciting views of nylon tops, bare thighs, panty girdles and one quick flash of a panty crotch, then he was ready to return to his room and his silent wife.
In his room, he stripped naked and fondled his stiff penis, then he went to the drawer.
"Come Julie, darling," he told his bride as he removed her from the drawer, "I'm nice and horny now. I'm going to take you to bed and give your warm cunt another nice fucking. You're such a lovely fuck, my darling Julie."
His penis throbbed with desire as he carried his bride to the bathroom and filled her with very warm water, then returned to his bed.
His Julie was sweetly, quietly receptive as he lay atop her, pushed the head of his penis into her warm slit, then slowly pushed the full length of the hard shaft into her.
"That's it, darling," he panted, "that's the way to take my stiff cock up your sweet little cunt. Oh Julie, what a sweet fuck this is going to be. Your little cunt is so tight, how it caresses my prick. Do you like this big hard cock of mine in your little cunt? Yes? Oh I'm so glad, darling, I just adore fucking your warm cunt."
His bride beautifully alive and real for him, Grant went on riding her warm body as he mentally played with her breasts and reached under her to fondle her behind.
She remained beautifully silent as his throbbing organ worked in and out of her warm slit, pausing from time to time so that he could delay ejaculation and make his joy last longer.
"Are you ready for my cream now, Julie?" he asked. "I'm almost ready to shoot it up your cunt."
"You are, Julie? You're going to have a come too?" he replied to his own question. "How lovely, darling," he panted, then began to stroke faster, caught his breath, then ground down, his hip muscles jerking strongly as his semen pumped into the warm vagina.
To another person, it would be a lonely life, but to Grant, it is the perfect one. He has a good job and earns a good income. He has moved into a better apartment where he lives a full, rich life with his sexual fantasies, his artificial bride and, if that were not enough, it may be added that in more than three years, his bride has not spoken one angry word to him.
CASE HISTORY 5
When Harry was fourteen years-old, he went to spend the summer with his aunt. Aunt Jane owned a farm. She was then a widow and employed men to operate the. profitable farm for her. Her husband had died within a couple years of their marriage and she'd never had children.
Harry liked his Aunt Jane, a reasonably attractive woman in her early thirties who smiled a lot and obviously liked him.
She usually wore pants when she worked around the farm and he became sexually aware of the bigness of her behind when she bent and her plump buttocks caused the pants to stretch. Although she was not a very big woman, she also had what appeared to be big breasts, much bigger than his mother's.
He had been masturbating for a few years and enjoyed it, but masturbation took on a new intensity early in his stay with his aunt. He was constantly aware of her body, wishing he could find a way to peep into her bedroom when she was undressing so that he could see it all, dreaming erotic dreams of having sex with her while he masturbated.
His sexual awareness of the woman became greater one afternoon when a sudden shower caught him working in the field and he ran into the barn for shelter.
"Stay where you are, Harry," his aunt called from the hayloft as he slammed the door behind him. I'll be right down."
When she came down the ladder a couple of minutes later, she looked nervous. There were bits of hay all over her and the top button of her pants was undone as though she had dressed in a hurry. There was guilt written all over her face, so he made it easier for her by looking away and busying himself elsewhere.
The shower passed in a few minutes and he returned to the field. Not long after, one of the hired hands slipped out of the barn and hurried away, confirming the boy's hunch that his aunt had been involved in sexual fun and games with a man in the hayloft.
He felt angry and jealous that a hired hand should get to see and feel his aunt's naked body, should fondle her smooth, warm skin and poke his stiff penis into her crotch, into that special orifice which he had never seen and knew about only from what other boys had told him.
The evening began uncomfortably for both of them. The hired hands had gone home, Harry was still jealous and frustrated and his aunt, guessing what was wrong with him, was as nervous as he. It was still early when his aunt told him she was going to call it a night and turn in. Before leaving the room, she bent over to give him a kiss on the cheek. As she did, a breast brushed him and his penis stiffened.
In his arousal he found the courage to do what he had wanted to try for many nights, but had not dared. He slipped quietly out of the house and hurried around to the back. Adept at tree climbing, he scrambled up the big chestnut tree easily and saw the lighted window of his aunt's bedroom.
There was a thick drape across the window, as Harry had observed before, but it ended a foot below the top of the window. From his precariousperch high in the tree, he was able to look over the drape and had a clear view of the room.
Harry was relieved to see that she was still fully dressed and puttering with something in the drawer of her dresser. As she turned a little, he saw that she had a candle in her hand. She looked at it thoughtfully, then took it out of the drawer and, going to her bed, she slipped it under the pillow.
Despite his lack of sexual knowledge, Harry had heard stories about women using candles to have sex. He thought of how he had interrupted his aunt in the barn that day and felt better as he guessed that she hadn't been able to go all the way with the man and for that reason she was then so sexy that she was going to do it with a candle, the way the man would have done it to her with his penis if Harry had not broken it up.
Straightening up, she opened her dress and took it off. Harry stared at the bulges in her bra and the deep looking cleavage between the visible portions of big, white breasts.
And then he had more to look at, much more, as she unhooked her bra and took it off. As she dropped it, she cupped her big, firmly jutting breasts with both hands and rubbed them, as though the bra had caused her some discomfort.
But in doing so, she was causing her nephew a lot more discomfort as his penis throbbed and strained in the tight confines of his pants.
Her back was turned to him as she pushed her white, half slip down and showed him her big behind, partially covered by sheer, white nylon panties. Through the thin fabric, he saw the bigness of her buttocks and the shadowy valley between, and he saw more of the white cheeks around the edges of her panties which snugged tightly around her bottom and in her crotch.
Dropping the slip onto a chair, she pushed her panties down to completely unveil her more than ample behind and he nearly lost his balance and fell out of the tree. When the boy was sure his footing was secure again, he opened his fly and took his penis out.
She bent a little as she pushed the panties down and he trembled at the sight of her big, white bottom and the deep, long crack between her buttocks. His hands ached to touch her, to rub all over her buttocks and her breasts, to part her thighs so that he could look and feel between them.
His aunt stepped out of her panties and her big behind widened as she bent to pick them up and drop them on the chair on top of her slip.
She turned to face him and he had another look at her big, luscious breasts, then his eyes traveled down over her bare belly to the wide triangle of pubic hair there.
Jane paused and put a hand in her crotch. At first, she appeared to be scratching, then the motion seemed different, Harry thought, as though she was feeling her organ. He recalled the candle under the pillow and hoped he was going to see her opening her legs wide and using it in her crotch the way he had heard about.
She happened to look up and Harry froze as she seemed to be looking right at him. Her glance turned away, she walked to the dresser and puttered there for a few seconds, then she walked to the lamp, her naked breasts bobbing, and turned it off, plunging the room into total darkness and ending his exciting show.
Harry gave a little groan, then decided there was nothing more to do but to go to his room, strip naked and masturbate. It had been a wildly exciting show and he had seen many firsts as his attractive aunt had stripped naked.
Before entering the house, he tucked his hard organ back into his pants, but didn't bother zipping up his fly. He opened the back door quietly, walked into the kitchen and gasped as he saw his aunt standing there. Her body was covered by a robe, but there was a strange expression on her face. He couldn't be sure it was anger, but he knew instinctively that she had caught him in the tree and knew he had been peeping into her bedroom, that he had seen her bare naked and with her hand in her crotch.
"I'd say we have something to talk about, wouldn't you, Harry?" she asked, that expression still on her face, the boy still hoping it wasn't one of anger.
"I. . .I guess, Aunt Jane. I'm sorry."
"How often have you done it before, Harry? I want you to tell me the druth."
"I never did it before, honest. I thought of it," he went on, "but I didn't dare, not until tonight."
"What changed tonight, Harry? What gave you the courage? Was it anything that happened today?"
"I ... yes ... I guess."
"In the barn."
"Yes."
"What do you think happened in the barn, Harry."
"I. . .I don't know."
"Harry," she said a little sharply, "I told you I wanted the truth. What do you think happened in the barn today?"
"I think you and Joe were up in the hayloft ... doing things together."
"What things do you think we were doing, Harry?" she demanded.
"Oh ... you know ... sex things ... like with your clothes off and all that."
"Be more specific, Harry. What sex things did you think we were doing?"
"I ... I only know one word for it and it's ... a bad word," he stammered.
"There are no bad words, Harry. I want you to say it right out loud. What do you think Joe and I were doing in the barn today?"
"You were ... fucking," he forced the word out, then he blushed.
"We weren't fucking, Harry. Joe had my pants and panties down and he was feeling my ass and my cunt. I had his pants open and was playing with his big stiff prick. He was going to stick it in my cunt and fuck me, but you interrupted us. Is that why you were mad at me? Don't you think I'm entitled to enjoy a fuck whenever I feel like it?"
"No, it isn't that. I wasn't mad at you. I was ... I was jealous. I was mad at him."
"Jealous, Harry? You mean you want to fuck me? I'm your aunt, Harry. Surely you wouldn't want to fuck your own aunt."
"I can't ... help it. I see you around ... I see your big ass in your tight pants, I see your nice big ... ti ... breasts, through your dress. Sometimes when you wear a dress and cross your legs, I see up above your knees. I can't help it."
"Yes, dear, I think we do need to have a talk. Come to my room with me, Harry. We're going to have to discuss some of the facts of life. Am I the first woman you ever saw bare naked?" she asked as they walked from the kitchen, Harry's knees weak and trembling.
"Oh yes, it was the first everything for me."
"But you've seen little girl's cunnies before, haven't you?"
"No, nothing. I never saw anything at all. That's why I couldn't help it, I just had to climb the tree and peep at you."
They were in her bedroom then, she turned the light on and he saw her discarded underclothes on the chair by the dresser and he trembled with excitement, present and remembered, as his penis throbbed with desire for release of pressure.
"I don't think there'll be anyone up the tree this time," she said with a hint of a grin, "but I must remember to get new drapes anyway. This could be very embarrassing."
"Are you angry with me, Aunt Jane?" Harry asked.
"Some, dear. After all, you did peep into my bedroom window and that was a naughty thing to do."
"You won't send me home, will you?"
"No dear, I won't. Instead, I think I'll take you on my lap and give you a spanking. Does your mother still spank you?"
"Oh no, she never did."
"You mean you've never had your bare ass spanked?"
"That's right."
"Well, we're going to change that pretty soon, my dear. Once, one of the farmhands got drunk and stayed away two days. When he came back, he pleaded with me not to fire him. I had him come to the barn that night, after the others were gone. I had him strip naked and tied his wrists to a beam overhead. I produced a long switch I had cut earlier and gave him a switching all over his butt and his back and thighs. I made him cry like a little boy and plead for mercy. It was a very exciting experience for me."
"Is ... is that what you're going to do to me?"
"No, dear. After all, you're just a boy and I like you very much. I'm going to take your pants and drawers down, make you he across my thighs and I'm going to give you a really good spanking. It will sting your ass and make you cry, but it won't kill you. After that, we're going to have a good, long talk. Take off your shirt now, Harry."
His fingers trembled as he wrestled with the buttons until his shirt was open and he took it off, standing naked to the waist.
She looked him over, a strange expression on her face, then went to the vanity and came back with the stool which she placed in the middle of the room and sat on it. As she did, her robe fell open and Harry saw her silken smooth thighs. She knew he was aware of what she was showing, yet she didn't close her robe.
"Stand still now, Harry," she told him, "I'm going to take your pants down. I see your fly is still open. Where you playing with your cock while you looked at me?"
"Y. . .yes."
"You didn't pull yourself though, did you? I mean you didn't go all the way and shoot."
"No."
"Were you going to do it later, thinking of how I looked undressing and bare naked?"
"Yes," he replied shyly as she took his pants down to his knees, then pulled his shorts down to meet them and stared at his stiff, twitching little penis and felt arousal sweep over her.
Until that point, Jane had only thought she would take him to bed and seduce him, but as of then, she was certain of it.
"I can see how hard your cock is, Harry. Did you get very excited looking at my naked body?"
"Oh yes."
"Did you see everything? Did you see my tits, my butt, my cunt, everything?"
"Not your ... not between your legs. Just the hair above it."
"It's my cunt we're talking about, Harry. Don't be ashamed or afraid to say the word. Say it for me."
"Your ... c ... cunt."
"You say the word very nicely, dear. I'll teach you many more words during our discussions of sex. I know you have a lot to learn, but I think I'll be a pretty good teacher, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Aunt Jane."
"Fine, now remove your clothes. I want you bare naked for your spanking. Your ass is white now, dear, but it's going to be very red by the time I'm finished."
Nervously, he removed his shoes first, then his pants, shorts and socks. When he stood, naked, Jane observed that his penis was still stiff with desire. As she looked at it, she felt an answering spasm in her own crotch.
"There now," she said with satisfaction as she reached around him and fondled his smooth young buttocks, "I'd have to say you look like a boy who is ready to get a spanking."
As she fondled, her robe fell farther open and he gave a little grunt of excitement as he saw the tops of her bare thighs and a portion of her mons veneris, covered with dark, curly hair. He noticed too that he could partially see her big, white breasts down the top of the robe.
"You're getting to see quite a lot of me, aren't you?" she asked as she looked up to his red face.
"I ... oh yes ... you're so pretty, Aunt Jane you make me feel funny all over."
"I understand, dear. What you feel is sexy, horny, randy. You want to get your hands all over my bare naked body and feel me up and get your cock in my cunt and have your first piece of tail. Is that the way it is, Harry?" I ... yes.
'Well now, I suppose that's normal for a growing boy. At least it's normal for your cock to be this hard. What a shame, boys of your age get so horny but almost never get a chance to feel up a woman and fuck her. Most have to wait until they're a lot older. Don't you think that's a shame?"
"Yes."
"Let's see now, I'm not going to have enough freedom to spank you with this damn robe on. Oh what the hell, I guess you've seen plenty of me already," she said as she got to her feet and his eyes widened as he saw her untie the belt of it.
Jane paused for a moment, then pulled it wide open and let it fall off her arms so that she was as naked as Harry.
"Go ahead and have a good look, Harry, but I'm afraid you'll only be looking at the floor in a minute while your bare ass is getting a first class smacking."
His eyes feasted on her, then she sat on the stool and patted her thighs.
"Come on aboard, Harry," she said. "Bottom up and let's get on with the show. I've never spanked a boy and I'm sure I'm going to enjoy it a lot, even if you don't."
Clumsily, trembling, he draped his naked form across her thighs and sighed hotly at the contact of skin on bare, warm skin. She moved him a little until she was satisfied with his position, then she held his upper right arm with her left hand and rested her open right hand on a naked nether cheek.
"Now Harry, you understand why you're going to be spanked, don't you?" she asked, patting his buttocks as she talked.
"Yes, Aunt Jane. I'll try not to cry too much, even if it hurts."
"It will sting like blazes, dear, but feel free to cry all you like. I think I'll like the sound of a boy crying while I spank his bare ass and make him wriggle all over my thighs."
Telling him she was ready to start, Jane raised her right hand, paused to stare at his smooth, white bottom, then she began spanking him. The act was even more thrilling than she had anticipated as her open hand slapped from cheek to cheek, quickly coloring his skin and making him cry and squirm across her thighs.
It had been wildly exciting when she switched the naked man in the barn, so much so that she had ended that session by having him go down on her and bring her two orgasms with his tongue before she had him mount her and plunge his stiff tool into her, but spanking the boy was even more exciting, in a different way, she decided.
Each slap of her hand produced a thrilling sound and instead of the bright red lines the switch had painted on the buttocks and back of the man, there was a uniform pink glow which gradually turned to a fiery red one as she went on spanking, the sound of his crying becoming very erotic music to her ears, music which went far beyond her ears, all the way down to her crotch where it formed a fierce heat, then spread out throughout her entire being.
When she saw that his buttocks were more than just red, that there were purple bruises all over the cheeks, she finally forced herself to stop and began fondling his hot little rounds.
"There, my baby, there ... there," she cooed, "That was a very severe spanking but you took it very well. You've been punished now and it's all over and we're friends again. Just he on my nice smooth thighs and relax for a while. Is your ass still stinging?"
"N ... not really ... not now ... it's hot and full of funny feelings ... like tingles," he told her, sobs breaking his words.
"There are some people who like to be spanked, dear," she told him as she went on playing with his buttocks. "I think you may be one of them. Is your ass still tingling?"
"Yes."
"Does it feel a little bit exciting?" 'T. . .yes."
"And do you like lying bare naked on my thighs."
"Oh yes."
"Dear, I think you're going to be one of the lucky ones. If you want to be spanked, you can always find a woman to spank you. I like to spank, but it's not easy to find someone who wants me to do it to him. Tell me, dear, what do you suppose you'll say the next time I want to take your pants down and put you over my lap for a spanking?
"I'll ... I guess I'll say please."
"Oh you darling," Jane said and gave one hot buttock a squeeze. Come to my bed now and he in my arms while we talk.
Harry got to his feet and stood rubbing his red, tingling buttocks with both hands, his eyes shining with excitement, his penis stiffly erect.
"Want to see how pretty your ass looks, dear?" Aunt Jane asked. "Come to the mirror and have a look. A freshly spanked ass is really a beautiful sight."
They went to the mirror and admired his behind, Harry feeling a sense of pride as well as sexual arousal. His aunt took him to her bed, lay back and had him lie atop her, her arms holding him warmly.
"How does it feel to he on top of a naked woman, darling?" she asked in a heated whisper.
"Oh, it's so wonderful. You're so smooth and warm and silky. "This is the way a man lies on a woman to fuck her, except her legs are wide open so he can get his cock up her cunt. Do you still wish you were fucking me, Harry?"
"Oh yes, I'd give anything to do that. It's funny, but that spanking made me even more even excited, even though it stung and made me cry."
"I'm pleased, dear. That's the way it is with a true masochist. Mmmmm, yes, dear, go ahead and feel my tits. Sit up beside me if you like, then you can get at them better."
Harry didn't want to get up off her, but the offer of her breasts was more than he could refuse so he sat beside her and reached for them with both hands. Jane sighed and smiled, then her nipples began to stiffen as they responded to his light, exciting touches.
With a little groan of passion, Jane pulled him down on the bed on his back. Getting up, she leaned over him, her lush breasts swaying above his face.
"Want to make my nipples really long and hard, dear? I'll feed them to you and you suck and lick them. Suck," she panted as she delivered a nipple to his open mouth.
His arms wrapped around her and his mouth opened to accept the fleshy prize. He gave the breast a sucking which kept her squirming and sighing, then she took it out of his mouth and fed him the other one which he sucked with the same delicious greed.
"You have a wonderful mouth, darling," she told him. "Want to learn to do more things with it?"
"Yes. Teach me everything, please," Harry panted as he lay looking up at her pendulously dangling breasts and long, pink nipples.
"All right, darling. I'll lie on my tummy and allow you to play with my ass. You may kiss and lick it too, I love that. Do you like my big ass?" she asked as she rolled over to present it to him.
"Do I ever. It's beautiful. Boy, I'd sure love to spank it the way you spanked mine," he told her as he began fondling the satiny cheeks with both hands.
"We'll talk about it sometime, darling. I don't think I'd enjoy being spanked, I just like doing it."
She felt his lips come to one buttock, then gave a long, broken sigh as he began ministering to lovely big buttocks with lips and tongue, his hands rubbing her hips, thighs and buttocks, his fingers probing her deep, warm crack.
After a little while, Jane rose up on her knees, but kept her head down on the bed. The position widened her behind and opened her crack so that he was able to see the little pink, puckered hole deep in her hairless crack.
Instinct guided him as he brought his face between the cheeks and began licking up and down her crack, making it wet and slippery. His tongue found the anal ring and she groaned as the tip of it played there, doing what no man had ever done to her.
"Oh yes, you angel, you darling angel, lick my hole," Jane panted. "Oh Jesus, what a thrill to feel your warm tongue in my crack, right on my hole. Go, darling, go."
Wrapping his arms tightly around her, Harry pressed his face more tightly into her crack and tried to work his tongue into the tight little hole.
"Oh Harry, what a lover you are," she said with a sigh as she knelt up and took her bottom away from him. "I've got a place where your mouth and tongue will be even better, where you can make me have a come, Harry. Lie down on your back and I'll give it to you."
The boy lay trembling and his aunt knelt beside him, looked down lovingly, then raised one leg and carried it over him. She heard a gasp of excitement as he looked up into the first female crotch he had ever seen.
"Do you see my cunt, darling?" she asked as she knelt with the organ directly above his face.
"Oh. It's my first one ever. It looks all soft and pink."
"It is, dear, and it's very warm too. Later, after you've worked on it with your hands and your mouth, it will be juicy, cunt juice will run down my thighs and you'll smear it all over me with your hands while you suck my cunt. Do you want to suck Auntie's cunt, you little angel?"
"Oh yes. What does a cunt taste like, Aunt Jane?"
"There's really no taste to it, dear, but men who have sucked it tell me that it's heaven to have your face in a woman's crotch and to suck and lick her hot, juicy cunt. See how it opens up?" she went on as she used the tips of her fingers to part the lips for him.
"Give it a little feel, darling," she sighed and moved her crotch a little closer to his face. "Stick a finger in my twat and feel how hot and juicy it is. After that, I'll deliver it right to your mouth. You will love it, darling, you'll see. All men just love cunt lapping. I even had a woman do it to me, years ago when I was just a girl. She lapped my cunt and I lapped hers."
"Were you both bare naked?" Harry asked as he pushed a finger gently up her slit.
"Yes. I was just sixteen and she was in her thirties. About the age I am now. We both went wild and kept on having comes until we couldn't stand another one."
"Boy, I'd sure like to see that," Harry panted as he explored her vagina with a finger while his other hand rubbed a smooth, firm buttock and he longed to spank it.
"Who knows, before the Summer is over, anything could happen. First though, you must learn to be an excellent lover, you must learn how to lap cunt and make the woman come. Get ready, dear, I'll deliver my pussy right to your mouth. Lick your lips, here it comes now," she told him and, with a grunt and a sigh, she slowly lowered her crotch until soft lips touched his mouth in a light but terribly erotic kiss.
His hands moved around her, he gripped her by both buttocks, then he was sucking and licking her hot, juicy organ as she rubbed gently on his face, her sighs and groans providing exciting music to lap cunt by.
After a little while, she raised her crotch a little and helped him find her clitoris which had become long and hard from intense arousal.
"Lick it, darling, keep on licking it until I come. You'll know when that happens. I'll make plenty of fuss and my crotch will rub all over your face. Now, darling, now. Find my clitty with your tongue and lick me until I come."
With only a little probing, Harry's tongue found her sensitized passion bud and he began licking it the way she had told him as his hands reclaimed her plump, smooth buttocks and played there while his penis throbbed with wild desire.
"Now, darling, now," she panted ... I'm right on the edge of my come ... just a few more licks ... just a. ... "
Her voice broke and a wail of passion broke from her throat as the orgasm swept over her and her warm, wet crotch massaged his face in a manner which drove the boy wild, as wild as the naked woman who rubbed her crotch over his face while her lush breasts bobbed and danced above. Not wanting her to take her crotch away from his face, Harry gripped her tightly and kept pulling her against him.
"Oh sweet Jesus, that was great," the woman said, sighing as she knelt up and the boy saw juice running down her inner thighs. "How did you like your first taste of pussy pie, darling?"
"Great. It's my very favorite dessert. I hope you'll let me eat it often. It felt so great to have my face and head buried right in your crotch, Auntie."
"I'm glad you liked it, dear. We'll do it often. I love having my cunt lapped and you do it like a real pro. Sometimes we'll suck each other. We'll lie bare naked and while you suck my cunt I'll suck your prick. You'll shoot your cream into my mouth and I'll have an exciting drink of cream to line my throat."
"Oh Gee, Aunt Jane, that sounds great. Imagine a woman sucking my cock and letting me suck her cunt too. Boy, that's really gonna be something. Have you sucked cocks before?"
"Yes dear and I like it. It feels great when that hard cock is shooting cream into your mouth as fast as you can drink it down."
"Gee Auntie, this Summer is going to be so great. Do I have to go back home when it's over? Couldn't I stay here with you? I could go to school in the town. Please Aunt Jane. I don't want to ever go away from you. You could talk mom into it, I know you could do it, if you tried."
"We'll talk about that later, darling. Tell me, do you want to stick your stiff cock in my cunt now?" she asked. "I'm in the mood to be fucked and I guess you're ready for it too. At least your cock feels as though you are. Your balls feel nice and full of hot cream to shoot up my cunt," she told him as her right hand caressed the well filled sac at the base of his throbbing penis.
Lying back, Jane parted and raised her knees, then ran a hand slowly up through her crotch, delighting in the warm wetness and the sensitivity she found there.
"All right, darling," she told him, her eyes bright with excitement, "it's time for your very first fuck in a woman's cunt. I'm so glad I'm the woman. Lie on me. Get into my crotch and I'll hold you while you stick it in me and fuck me."
She saw him tremble and heard little whining sounds as he mounted her and she felt his stiff little rod in her crotch. She felt him probing between her thighs, then they both groaned with excitement as the head of his penis found her wet slit and pushed easily into it.
"There, darling, you're in," Jane panted as Harry felt his organ throbbing in the hot, juicy depths of his aunt. "How does it feel to have your cock buried in my cunt and to be lying on my belly?"
"Oh, Aunt Jane, I can't describe it. It's too good. Oh, you're so warm and beautiful. Should
I work it in and out of your cunt? Is that the way to fuck?"
"Yes dear and you'd better get started before you go off. You're going to shoot fast so stroke as slowly as you can and try to make it last."
Instinct showed the boy how to use his hip muscles just as it had earlier guided his face between her bare buttocks and his penis began to stroke slowly inside an excitingly warm, well lubricated vagina. While Jane held him warmly onto her naked body, he stroked the way she had told him to, thrilling to the feel of her as he felt his loins churning and knew that it would end much too soon.
"Oh Auntie," he panted, "I'm going to shoot."
"Yes dear, you're fucking me and you're going to shoot your cream up my cunt. Let it go, dear, don't try to hold back."
She heard him cratch his breath, felt his body go tense, then he was trembling and jerking in her crotch as his semen spurted into the depths of her greedily sucking vagina. While he drained himself in her, she brought her legs up around him and crushed him with them and her strong arms.
"There, darling, there," she sighed as she held him, "that was a sweet fuck for me. You gave me a good load of cream to fill my cunt. I can feel it trickling out and running down between the cheeks of my ass. I guess you haven't jerked off for a few days, have you?"
"No, and I'll never want to jerk off again, not as long as I'm living with you."
After a little while, his spent penis slipped out of her, they both sighed, a little sadly, then sat up.
"Gee, I wish I could get hard and fuck you again, Aunt Jane," he told her.
"So do I, darling, but we can't expect mirra-cles."
"What were you going to do with the candle, Aunt?" he asked, remembering that it was under the pillow.
"You really did see a lot, didn't you? I took it to bed with me to use it as a cock and fuck myself."
"Oh Auntie, please do it and let me watch."
"My, you are an imaginative young man at that, my dear. I'll tell you what. I'll teach you how to do it for me. You can be my candle boy when I want to get a fuck and your cock is soft."
Reaching under the pillow, she withdrew the long candle and pulled it through her left hand, sighing.
"How many times this candle has visited my cunt," she told him with another sigh. "I can get all the sex I want, but there are times when I like to do it alone. At times like that, a candle is a woman's best friend."
For a little while, Jane played in her crotch with the candle, rubbing the tip of it on her clitoris while the boy stared in fascination, then she worked about six or seven inches of it into her slit, sighed once more, then began working it in and out, much in the way the boy had done with his penis, he observed, even though the candle was so much bigger and longer.
"There now, darling," she said, "do you think you can do it just the way I did?"
"Oh sure," he assured her, eagerly as she took her hand off the candle and he took over.
Following her whispered directions, Harry-worked the candle in her crotch until he watched her behind jerk up off the bed, her back arched in passion and she groaned and twitched through an obviously strong orgasm, the candle almost fully buried in her vagina, her thighs rubbing hotly together as Harry stared in awe at her naked body, shining with sweat.
"I think we're both ready to sleep now, darling," Jane told him, a little later. "You go lock all the doors and turn off the lights, then come back to bed."
"You mean ... you're going to let me sleep in your bed ... with you?"
"That's right, dear. When you wake up in the morning, you'll find me right here by you, bare naked."
"I may not sleep at all. I'm too excited," the boy told her.
"Don't worry, dear," she replied with a little laugh, "after the way I drained your balls for you, you'll sleep. Your trouble may be waking up in the morning."
Harry hurried around the house, closing it up for the night, then he returned to find her awake and smiling. He got into bed, she pulled a light sheet over their naked bodies, she kissed him good night and then turned her back to him.
Her big behind was warm and smooth as he pressed against it, confident that he would remain awake all through the night, savoring the ecstasy of his new life. Within minutes, he was soundly sleeping.
A few days later, Jane wrote a letter to Harry's mother. In it, she told of how much he was enjoying life on the farm and how good it seemed for him. She told that there was an excellent high school in the town nearby and how he wanted to go to school there and stay on the farm with her.
Jane was careful to point out that in his home city there was violence and drug problems involving the young and that the farm and small town offered so much more for the boy.
While they waited for a reply to the letter, the boy and his aunt went about exploring the-pathways of their new world.
With each spanking Jane gave the boy, she came to enjoy that act more and, to their mutual delight, Harry did too. Sometimes it was purely a sex spanking, with no pretense at anything else, but at other times, they would play a more serious game, Harry doing something wrong and Jane punishing him for it.
One of his favorite means of earning a spanking, was to sneak up behind her when she was standing or bending over. Quietly, he would crouch behind her, get his head right up under her dress and grab firm, panty clad buttocks. She would allow him a few seconds, then pull away from him in pretended anger.
"Harry, that was a very naughty thing to do," Jane would scold.
"I'm sorry, Auntie," he would reply, sobbing. "It just happened. Your thighs and ass are so exciting, I couldn't help it."
"Well I can help it, young man," she would reply, her tone firm. "We are going to march right to my bedroom and you're going to get a bare ass spanking as punishment."
Harry would follow her to the bedroom, watching the play of her big behind under her dress, his penis hard with anticipation of the thrilling spanking to come as he pleaded with her not to spank him and promised to be a good boy in the future.
In the bedroom, he would obediently strip to the waist and stand with his head bowed as his Aunt gave him a scolding, then she would remove her dress and, if she were wearing one, her slip.
Because Harry liked the look of her legs and thighs in sheer nylons, she almost always wore a pair of them and a garter belt to hold them in an exciting caress of her thighs. They, along with her bra and panties served as her spanking uniform.
At such times, Harry inevitably played his role excitingly well, sobbing and pleading, begging and promising not to do it again, but his pants and underwear were always taken down and he went for a ride over his aunt's firm, smooth thighs, his bare bottom turned up to catch every stinging slap of her open hand.
Jane never tired of delighting in the way Harry cried and squirmed as she slapped fires into his tender buttocks, and the more he cried and pleaded for mercy, The greater was her enjoyment of the spanking and her state of sexual arousal when it was finished and he lay crying softly and sobbing over her lap while she played with his red bottom and felt his stiff penis surging on her thighs. A punishment spanking of that type always ended in the same way. When Harry got off her lap, his eyes wet and shining as he rubbed at the tingles in his stinging buttocks, his aunt would ask him if he had learned his lesson and whether he was truly sorry.
"Oh yes, Auntie," he would sob as he dropped to his knees before her.
"Then show me, Harry. Words are not enough. I want you to prove it to me."
She would stand and the kneeling boy would take her panties down and off. Jane would then turn and bend, gripping the arms of a chair, her naked behind excitingly presented.
For a long time, Harry would minister to it and hold her by the hips as he licked her buttocks and crack and tongued her anus until she turned and sat on the edge of a chair.
Opening her legs wide, she would lean back, Harry would bring his face into her crotch to suck and lick there until she climaxed at least once. Usually, after that, they would go to the bed, he would mount her bare naked body, insert his twitching penis into her vagina, then they would rock through a delightful bout of lust, ending only when he had pumped every available drop of his semen into her and her arms and legs crushed him.
Right from the beginning, Harry begged to be allowed to spank her, but she consistently refused, telling him she only enjoyed giving, not receiving spankings.
And then it was his birthday and his aunt set out to make it a big event. She baked him a cake, gave him many gifts, the last of which was a plain white envelope. Opening it, he found a note which read, "Happy Birthday, Harry. Take me to my bedroom now, strip me bare naked and give me a good spanking on my bare ass. Make it very red and make me cry as you do when I spank your bare ass."
In his excitement, the note fell from his hands and he threw his arms around his aunt, kissing her on the mouth, then burying his face in her breasts. When he raised it again, she saw that his eyes were wet and there was an exciting bulge in the front of his pants, one which throbbed strongly and told her all she needed to know. "Oh Aunt Jane," he sighed as she took his hand and they walked to her bed, which had become theirs, "this is going to be the most beautiful birthday present I ever got.
"I'm glad you're pleased with it, dear," Jane told him. "You see, darling, I love you very much and this is one way I can show it to you."
"Would you like me to take it easy?" he asked as they entered the bedroom.
"Remember what the note said, Harry. If you don't follow instructions, I'll think you don't appreciate my gift and I'll never offer it again."
What Jane saw in the eyes of the trembling boy told her that she was going to receive a very severe spanking, but that the sting of it would be worth it in that it would so thrill and delight him.
Harry stripped naked first, posed with his stiff penis twitching, then he went to her and began undressing her. As he did, he scolded her for having been naughty and she turned in a good performance, playing the role which was usually his, sobbing and pleading.
After her dress had been removed, he unhooked her bra, took it off and played with her naked breasts as he went on lecturing her. Before he stopped, both her nipples jutted in hard excitement and he read lust in her labored breathing.
Sitting on the spanking chair, he glanced down at his erect penis, pulled the foreskin farther back and told the woman to come to him to have her panties taken down. Jane was surprised at her state of arousal as she went to Harry. The spanking had been intended strictly for his pleasure, and it surprised her to see how aroused she had become as she sent to him and stood between his knees, her hands on her breasts, fondling them, her thighs rubbing together.
His hands went around her, caught the seat of her clinging nylon panties and he pulled her closer. Jane sobbed as she promised to be a good girl and asked him not to take her panties down, but then she felt strong young hands slowly unveiling her big behind and it was not long before her panties were fluttering down to her ankles while his hands coursed over her naked buttocks.
"Turn around, Jane," he told her after she stepped out of the discarded panties, "I'm going to check your ass before I spank you."
She turned obediently and Harry's hands trembled as they fondled her lush buttocks and parted them to stare hotly into her crack. Then, as he was about to spank her for the very first time, her bottom looked even bigger to him and more excitingly beautiful than ever before.
Only after he had played with her for a long time did Harry tell her it was time to lie across his lap and submit her naked behind to a spanking. Before she could do it though, he stopped her and pushed a hand gently into her crotch to feel the soft warmth of her vulva.
As she lay in position, her white behind was excitingly framed by her black garter belt, the whiteness of her thighs and buttocks enhanced by the black nylons which caressed her firm thighs just a little below the bottom slopes of her nether cheeks. Harry was pleased that she had chosen to wear her longest, black, sheer nylons for the spanking.
Despite the fact that he had waited a long time to spank his aunt's big bottom, he appeared to be in no hurry to start as she lay waiting, her body rubbing subtly across his thighs, her buttocks alternately tensing and relaxing as she waited, not knowing when the first spank would come.
And then it did, accompanied by a little grunt of passion which broke from the boy. As his hand came down, it produced a lovely sound and he felt the cheek joggle a little under his hand. He held the spot, gave it a squeeze, then raised his hand and brought it down to visit her other cheek with another stinging spank.
Harry was disappointed that the first few spanks did not produce the exciting color he wanted to see, then he noticed the first, faint pink flush and he felt it effect him right in his loins. After that, as he went on spanking while his aunt began to cry, color came to her big buttocks with exciting quickness, growing more exciting with every spank.
Despite his arousal, Harry spanked with the same steady, measured pace she used when spanking him. He kept moving the spanks all around the twin surfaces, resisting the urge to apply them all to the apex of the big cheeks and watching color spread from the very top of her crack, all the way down to the tops of her thighs.
Jane was crying loudly and her pretty legs were kicking in frantic protest, yet he didn't stop. Her note had told him to make it a good spanking and she was going to get every bit of that, he determined as his hand continued to rise and fall, filling the room with thrilling sound.
When the spanking of the woman's big behind did come to an end, it wasn't exactly the way Harry had planned it. He was considering stopping, telling himself she had taken enough, and she was crying loudly and rubbing over his lap. He felt arousal building, felt a subtle change in it, then, as his hand came down again on her hot, right buttock, it clutched at the firm flesh, and a cry of agony broke from his throat.
Under her, Jane was aware of his penis throbbing, then it was shooting semen over her belly. She heard his second groan of agony and knew it had been an accident, that in the excitement of spanking her, he had lost control and had gone off when his brakes failed to hold.
The hand which had spanked so tingingly, fondled a delightfully hot and red pair of buttocks and probed the crack between as his aunt lay crying softly. When she was able to talk without too many sobs breaking her words, she told him it was all right and that he should not be upset by what had happened to him.
"That sort of thing can happen to anyone, dear," she told him. "I once had a man go off all over my panties and thighs after we had played too long and he lost control."
"Thanks, Aunt Jane," he told her as she got to her feet and stood rubbing her tingling bottom with both hands. "It's a shame it happened though," the boy went on. "I was so horny and so happy and I really wanted to fuck you when we finished. I was going to have you kneel on all fours like you do sometimes," he told her, "so I could feel your hot ass against my belly while I was fucking you."
"I had some plans of my own, dear," she told him, smiling through her tears. "Seeing as how you upset them for me, I think I'll now punish you with a good spanking, then have you lap my cunt until I've come so many times that I can't stand another one."
As he watched his aunt sit on the chair he had occupied, Harry knew he was in for a sound spanking, but he didn't mind. He would gladly have taken even a whipping to pay for the thrill of spanking his aunt's lovely big behind as he had done.
She didn't disappoint him with the severity of the spanking she gave him, then she had him lie on his back on the bed, still crying as she knelt astride him and lowered her crotch onto his wet face.
His hands rubbing over her warm, tingling nether cheeks, he went on devouring her crotch through one strong orgasm after another until he lost count of the number of times she climaxed and she finally fell onto the bed, too raw in the crotch to be able to tolerate even one more lick of his well trained tongue.
Harry's parents agreed to the proposal that he stay on at the farm, visiting from time to time, and he and Aunt Jane settled down happily into their exciting new way of life.
Winters were cold at the farm, but Harry never minded them. In the morning, as he stood in the cold, waiting for the bus, his buttocks tingled from having been well spanked just before leaving the house and the heat seemed to spread through his whole body.
Aunt Jane never permitted intercourse after the morning spankings, so as he waited in the cold, his penis throbbed in strong erection. While others looked frozen and miserable, Harry wore an ecstatic smile as he wondered what they would say if they knew what kept him so warm and content.
Life went on with the same excitement for Harry and his aunt. His body and his mind matured well and at the age of seventeen, he was a handsome, strong young man.
And then something happened which caught them both off guard. They had been petting in the living room one evening and as things heated up for both of them, their clothes vanished.
Harry went down on his aunt and gave her an orgasm with his tongue, then another as she sighed and moaned in ecstasy. When she spasms passed, she opened her legs for him to mount her, but they saw that his penis was in no condition for the task as it dangled limp and weak.
Both were surprised and shocked, then a smile passed over the woman's face and she got up and took him by the hand. They walked toward their bedroom, Harry blushing with shame at having been unable to function the way he should have.
"Don't be upset, dear," she told him as she went to her dresser and picked up the wooden backed hairbrush she had given him as a gift the previous Christmas. "I think I know what the problem is and the cure is very simple. Come here, you naughty boy," she scolded as she sat on the spanking chair, the brush in her right hand. "You refused to get a hard-on when I wanted you to fuck me," she scolded as he went to her and lay across her thighs. "I'm going to punish you for that and see if I can teach you a little lesson."
She spanked hard, the brush bouncing off his naked buttocks and she soon had him crying loudly, but, more importantly, she soon felt his penis throbbing stiffly under her as he squirmed and kicked while she went on spanking him with the back of the brush.
But even when he was stiff, she didn't stop. The discovery of what had happened to the youth thrilled her and inspired her to give him as severe a spanking as she had ever done. When she finished, she had him lie on his back on the bed and mounted him, sitting on his face while he lapped her to two orgasms.
With a sigh, she fell onto the bed and smiled as the red bottomed youth mounted her, his penis stiff and very strong. With a groan of desire, he pushed it strongly into her slit and made her writhe with desire for it.
He gave her a strong, manly ride, his big penis pistoning strongly in her vagina, doing it so excitingly that Jane climaxed again, her legs wrapping around him and forcing him to stop screwing until her climax was over and she released the grip of her legs.
After that, he rode her body with even greater ferocity, banging and her belly and in her crotch until he was panting and grunting and her legs came up around him again to hold him in a crushing embrace while her sucking vagina drained him and left him limp.
"How did you know the spanking would do the trick?" he asked later as they shared a drink, both still naked.
"I've been expecting it for some time, darling," she told him. "You see, you weren't a true masochist in the beginning, but the seeds were there, waiting to be developed. For a while, the newness of it all as well as your youth, was sufficient so that you could get a hard-on whenever you wanted it, but gradually, your masochistic side has been developing."
"Keep going," he urged, "I'm trying to understand what you mean."
"Well, eventually, you reached the stage where those spankings were more than just fun, they have become an essential. You've reached the stage where you may not ever be able to fuck a woman without having your ass well spanked first."
"Considering what happened tonight," he told her, "I can see where that makes sense. The minute you told me to get onto your lap for a spanking, I felt the stirrings and knew I was going to get hard. I was there before you gave me the first spank. Still, doesn't that mean that I'm in some kind of trouble?"
"No, dear, not really. There are lots of people who have different fetishes so that they can't fuck without something else first. It can be anything under the sun, but as long as that need is understood and served, that person fives a perfectly happy and normal life. To you, that means a spanking. That's simple enough, isn't it?"
"I guess, but what if it gets worse? What if just a spanking won't work anymore?"
"There's no reason that should happen, dear," Jane told him. "I've been reading a lot about masochism and I don't think you have anything to worry about. If you do change, it is-likely that you will only require more in the way of punishment. I can beat you with paddles, leather straps, switches, anything you like or need."
"I hope you're right, Aunt Jane."
"I'm sure I am dear. Besides, there are different avenues we can explore. Perhaps you will require me to humiliate you in different ways. There are lots of things I can do in that direction."
"Like what?"
"Like making you dress up like a girl in the house," she told him with a grin. "I can call you some other name, like Mary or Harriett. I can abuse you and force you to do all kinds of menial tasks, always beating you, of course."
"Oh Jane, it all sounds so exciting. I'm sure I'd like that. What else?"
"Lots of things. How do you think you'd feel if I spanked you hard and made you cry, then had you crouch under me and look right up into my crotch while I pissed on you. I'd bathe you in my piss, then scold you and make you clean up the mess. There are other things in the same area as well. I could make you come to the toilet with me and whip my ass after I poop. There's no limit to the things we could do to drive you wild."
"I see what you mean, Aunt Jane. Look, my cock is hard again already. Christ, it's only minutes since we fucked and it feels as hard as a rock again. Tell me some more."
"All right, darling, I shall. If you think it would be a thrill to have one woman do all those things to you, how do you think it would be if there were two?"
"Two? What do you mean?"
"Well, a few years ago, I had a lesbian affair with a married woman. She's a bit younger than I and a very beautiful woman. She's left her husband and wants to come and live with me, to renew the affair."
"But maybe with her around, you wouldn't need me?" Harry said with a trace of sadness in his tone.
"That could never happen, darling. I could never be satisfied with only a woman for sex, I'll always need and want you. Besides, she'd get a real kick out of playing our game. You see, she-likes getting spanked too, so it would give you a woman's bare ass to spank from time to time. How does that grab you, dear?"
"Mmmmmm, right by the balls, Aunt Jane darling. How would you like to celebrate it with a fuck?"
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Harry and I see you don't even need a spanking to get you worked up for it. Still, that leather soled slipper of mine in the closet must be lonely and the sole is so cool. Bring it to me, dear and I'll warm it up on your bare ass."
Trembling, his penis twitching, the youth went to the closet and returned with the slipper which he gave to his naked, seated aunt. He went over her lap and cried through a long spanking before they went to bed and he again lapped her to a couple of climaxes before he mounted her and stuffed his penis into her vagina.
While he rode her, Jane spanked him with the slipper, slapping hard enough so that when he went off in her, he was crying loudly and his body was grinding in her crotch.
That evening, Jane made a phone call and told Harry that their new partner would be arriving in a few days. When that day arrived, they drove into town to meet her train and at the sight of the beautiful young woman whose body bulged excitingly through blouse and tight pants, Harry felt his penis stiffen. Not only would he have two women to dominate and spank him and have sex with him, but when he wanted to satisfy the other side of his sexual coin, he would have a woman who would eagerly submit a lush, naked bottom and who would cry as he spanked her.
"You two get to know each other while I drive home," Jane said as she ushered them into the back seat of the car and they drove off the station lot. "You see, dear, Kate isn't lesbian all the way, she's AC-DC as I am. I want you two to go ahead and get worked up. When I get you home, you're both going to be spanked and you'll go down on me, the two of you, just to let you know who's boss around here."
As the car pulled into the driveway beside the house, Jane looked into the back seat and found plenty to punish the couple for. Kate's blouse was open and her bra had been raised above her lush breasts. Her panties were stretched just above her knees and her crotch was wet.
Harry's fly was open and the woman was fondling and kissing his stiff penis.
"All right you two," Jane announced firmly. "Since you can't be trusted in the back seat of a car, you'll be well punished. Get right into the house and go to my bedroom. Your bare asses will pay for this."
Trembling, Harry took the woman to the bedroom and thought not only of how exciting his life had been, but of how much more so it was going to be.
