This is my first work of fiction. It was started back in early 2008, and over six years later it's only just been finished. Quite a long time - and I sincerely hope that the next book will not take as long - indeed, as I have been working on that in parallel, it should not.
This story is set in England in August 2006. The events, characters, organisations and some of the places described in it are fictional. Why August 2006? I can't really remember. But in particular the events of chapter 5 onwards occur on the 12th and 13th of August.
Thanks for reading ~ ~ ~ /~Erato/
Katie came to my house one night.
"Anne isn't in," I said, referring to my wife. Anne and I had been married for a couple of years. Anne's an emergency department nurse and had gone out for a drink with a few of her friends from work.
Katie, Anne and I had all first met about six years ago at the start of University. Anne was training to be a nurse, Katie was studying politics, and I was reading computer science. We'd all had plenty of other friends of course, but a small group of about eight of us had remained close friends after we'd all left University and gone on to pursue our different careers.
Anne and I had left London after we'd got married and bought a small house in a village in Hampshire. Although between us we made enough money, she as a nurse and myself as a freelance IT security consultant, to live comfortably in London, mortgage companies were very wary about lending us money due to my self-employed status. This necessitated the move out of the capital, to a place where we could afford to buy with a smaller mortgage.
"Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" asked Katie, gesturing towards my glass of Sancerre. Katie doesn't normally drink. For most of the last two millennia, alcohol hasn't been a part of Asian culture in the same way it was in Europe, therefore the ability to metabolise it slowly and steadily hasn't been what is called in evolutionary biology a "selective pressure". So like most South-East Asians, Katie doesn't handle her drink very well. After she'd shown me her train ticket, so I was sure that she wasn't planning on driving home, I went to the kitchen to fetch another glass.
As we had our drinks, we talked about Katie's career. She's always been interested in politics. Her parents came to the UK from Hong Kong before she was born because of politics. In 1997, Hong Kong was due to become part of China and from the early 1980s, large numbers of people from the colony left in masses to the UK because of the uncertainty over Hong Kong's future. Katie's parents were one of the first wave.
At high school, Katie had been elected as student representative two years in a row. Perhaps in the first election, her looks had helped her. Although only five foot two (157 cm), she was a devastating beauty. She had long, shiny black hair, pale brown skin, pearl white teeth, dark brown eyes and a small, slightly upturned nose. A keen swimmer, she was in great shape - slim, but not skinny; toned, but not like one of those scary female body builders with bulging muscles. Like many Asians, she had not been blessed in the cleavage department, but her small breasts were a nice shape. Of course, back in school she'd had a bit of an acne problem, but so did all the competition. She got pretty much all the male vote automatically, and as she was well-liked, if not exactly popular with the girls at her school, she ended up with a large majority.
Her record as student representative was impressive. She'd managed to get the different departments at her school to co-ordinate their homework schedules so that the previously common situation where a student would have several big, important assignments due on the same day was eliminated. Assignments were staggered, students were less stressed, and reputedly their grades raised enough for Westminster to take notice. When it came time for her re-election the next year, she increased her majority.
In University, Katie had taken less of an active role in student politics, preferring to concentrate on her studies in political science and, of course, her swimming. She'd joined a political party and occasionally went on rallies against such-and-such a policy. She'd even taken Anne and I along to a couple.
"So they're asking me to stand in this by-election at Hartsbridge," Katie said while sipping on her wine. Hartsbridge is a constituency just a few miles from my house; the local MP there, a popular fellow by all accounts, had recently died, leaving a vacant parliamentary seat. "The Prime Minister reckons that I have a good chance of winning."
"Aren't you a bit young to be standing as an MP already? Don't most politicians try to get a few local council seats under their belt before standing for parliament?" I asked, and refill her glass.
But Katie assured me that there have been plenty of other 24-year-olds elected to parliament before, and some even younger. "And the lack of council experience could count as an asset. A lot of candidates have stories of financial scandals dredged up when they're campaigning. I'm innocent and new!" Katie laughed.
Then Katie became silent. I wondered if she was feeling OK - she'd gotten through that first glass of wine pretty quickly and was already half-way through another large glass. Her face was flushed and pink and she didn't look her normal, confident self. Like she was nervous about something. I asked if she was alright. "Fine, fine. Don't worry. So, what's been going on with you and Anne?"
As I recounted the mundane day-to-day details of what had been happening in our lives over the past few weeks since we'd seen Katie, I watched as she fidgeted and drummed her slender fingers. As she passed me her glass for another refill, her hands were trembling.
She sat silently, sipping at her wine while I tried to make small-talk. She didn't seem to really be listening. Katie and I normally get along well, but this conversation was becoming very awkward. I began to wish that Anne would come back to help diffuse the tension.
"It's about that," Katie interrupted. "That innocent thing. I'm a virgin you know?"
I didn't know. But I'd always suspected it. Although beautiful, Katie had never had a boyfriend the whole time we'd known her. On the few occasions that we'd met her pre-university friends, they'd suggested that she'd never had a serious relationship in high school either. Of course, you can lose your virginity without having a "boyfriend" per se, but casual sex didn't really seem to be Katie's sort of thing. It seemed a damn shame, that then men of the world should have missed out on such a treat was unfair. With her tight little athletic body and exotic looks, a night with Katie would be a night most men would want to remember for the rest of their lives.
"I want you to fix that," Katie blurted out. "I'm 25 next month, and I don't still want to be a virgin on my next birthday. I'm fed up with waiting. I was always waiting for the right guy to come along, but I don't see why this has to be a big deal. I should just get it out of the way, and then I can start dating men like a normal person - I won't need to agonise over whether each man is good enough to be 'the one'."
"Look," I started, "I'm a married man. And by the way, thanks for making it clear that I could never be the 'right guy'. You and Anne are friends. This could never happen."
"That's not what I meant. What I mean is that I want to get on with my life, with my career, without this pressure weighing me down. I need someone to 'fix me' and I wouldn't want to choose anyone else but you, my friend. I know you're married, but that just makes you even better qualified. It means you probably have a good idea of what you're doing in the bedroom department. And I know how much you love Anne, which means you're not going to want to get into a 'relationship' afterwards."
Just then, we heard a key turn in the lock. Anne came into the room. "Katie, what a surprise," she said. She turned to me and asked, "aren't you going to pour me a glass?"
As we sat, and Anne and Katie went over all the things that Anne and I had been doing over the past few weeks, with Katie paying a bit more attention this time. I watched Katie; she seemed more relaxed now that she'd gotten that question off her chest. I thought about what she'd proposed. I could see that this was an issue that was weighing down on her mind, and I really wanted to help her as a friend.
But I loved Anne, the beautiful red-headed Anne, who was sitting across the room from her on the arm chair. I couldn't betray Anne.
As Katie spoke, she played with her hair. She normally tied it back in a pony tail, but she was wearing her hair loose that night. Glimpses of light reflected off the silky strands as she twirled it around her fingers. She was a vision of oriental beauty. I began imagining her long black hair draped over her slender shoulders, caressing her pert little breasts. Imagining stroking my hand down her hair, over her flat, toned stomach and down towards her tight virgin cunt. Was it hairy or just a little fuzzy? I didn't know. I could find out. I swallowed.
No, it could never happen. I sat up straight. I'd not really been listening to the conversation, but it seemed that Katie was preparing to leave now. Anne and I walked her to the door. The door closed behind her.
I opened it. She was half way down the path. "That thing we were talking about", I called to her, "How about next weekend?"
Over the next few days, by e-mail, Katie and I discussed some ground rules and I tried to find out exactly what she wanted. She'd tried masturbating before with a dildo, so she was no longer a virgin 'physically', but she'd never really enjoyed it, and she didn't think she'd ever had an orgasm. She wanted to be "schooled in the art of love" (yes, that's really what she wrote). Anything and everything.
Although we both trusted each other, we realised that if news of our arrangement was ever to be found out by anyone else, it could ruin both our lives. My marriage would be over, and her career would be finished. So, although it sounds counter-intuitive, we decided to video-tape (well, digital video on hard disk, but analogue terminology is still popular) the whole night and each keep a copy of the recording. Mutually assured destruction - it worked during the cold war, so it would be sure to work with us.
Anne was going to be working night shifts, 8am until 8pm, from Friday for a week. I made up some excuse about a client who wanted me to do some server reconfiguration over the weekend. I often do work like this on weekends, when the majority of my clients' employees are out of the office, and extended periods of server downtime are more acceptable.
I found a place willing to hire me a few high quality digital video recorders, and tripods for positioning them. I would be able to collect them from the shop on Saturday morning.
***
On the Wednesday before our meeting was due to take place, I had to go into London for a meeting with a potential new client. Boring database work, but it would probably pay well. The meeting went well, and by two o'clock I left their office with a promise that they'd call me with a firm offer early next week.
Walking back to the station, I had to go through Soho, London's red light district, full of seedy bars, adult bookshops and sex shops. On an impulse I decide to pop in to a sex shop, "Venus HQ", to pick up some supplies for the weekend. Katie had said she wanted to try anything and everything, and I had a feeling that some of those things might require 'props'.
I smiled at the cute blond girl behind the counter and started browsing the shelves. They had a small movie selection including a range of DVDs from more arty films like "Rochelle, Rochelle" to the more hard-core sounding "Lesbian Spank Inferno". There were the usual variety of inflatable women, some more realistic than others, and inflatable animals, presumably intended as joke gifts. I picked up a small jar of lubrication and then came to the dildos section of the store, in so far as the store was really divided into 'sections'.
I was amazed at the variety and the sheer number of dildos available. Some were geometrically shaped, ranging from three inch, slim, pink, plastic rods with vibrating mechanisms, to larger and more expensive six and nine inch one-piece moulded brushed steel truncheons. Others were more anatomically correct, with bulging veins and engorged heads, and ranging up to implausible sizes, with the biggest an 18 inch black cock, with a tear-inducing head and a shaft as thick as my arm. Also, there were various others in unusual shapes, unlike any organ a man has in nature, designed to pleasure women in two or three different places simultaneously, or for the use of two women simultaneously.
I chose a small, blue plastic vibrator, about three or four inches long and about half an inch in diameter, plus a thicker, eight-inch skin-coloured dildo with a slightly rubbery feel to it and a little (but not much) flexibility. Another product that caught my eye was a small, egg-shaped white vibrator, attached to a short cord. At the other end of the cord was the control dial and battery compartment.
"That one's no good," said the blond girl, who appeared behind me. "This one's better," she said, "it's bigger, but the motor inside is well stronger. When it's turned up to full, it almost feels like it's gonna jump out of ya mouth! They're great!"
Jessica, as her name badge revealed, was shorter than she looked when sitting behind the counter. About the same height as Katie. She had short, light blond hair, a silver nose stud and was wearing shocking pink lipstick. She was wearing black denim three-quarter length jeans and a tight white T-shirt. Her breasts were on the large side of average, but not huge. She looked very young to be working in a shop like this - I wouldn't have pegged her for being much over the age of 16, but to work in one of those places, you have to be 18. Or I assume you do.
"Thanks," I said, picking up her recommendation, and embarrassedly wondered if she thought the love-egg was for my own use. To make it clear that I was planning on using these things with a partner I motioned towards a pair of handcuffs. "I was thinking about these - um, two pairs. But how can I be sure they work? I don't want to end up chained up with these things, and not be able to get them back open."
"Come back here," she said, "I'll show you."
With that she walked over to the door and slid the bolt shut, turning around the 'closed' sign that hung on the window. She slapped one end of a pair of handcuffs around my right wrist and led me behind the counter and through the door. She fastened the other end of the handcuffs around a sort of metal cage thing.
I looked around the room which was mostly dark, but with a few shafts of natural light. The big metal doors were slightly ajar and a cool breeze was blowing through the gap. They weren't open wide enough to really see outside, but I assumed that this was a loading bay leading onto some kind of alley. A loading bay that had hardly been used since more innocent times when it would have taken delivery of vegetables, or fish, or meat or something. But I didn't really have the time or inclination to ponder the original use of the building as Jessica tore down my trousers and got onto her knees.
"You can tell me to stop at any time," she said and and beamed up at me.
She slipped her hand into my boxers and released my growing dick, then pulled down my pants so that they were around my ankles. She shuffled up close to me and took my dick in her hands, resting her face up against me so that the end of her nose was nestled at the base, near my balls, with my shaft lying on her nose and forehead and her short cropped hair tickling its head. She stayed there for a few seconds, and I could feel each breath from her nostrils as the warm air caressed my balls in the cold room.
I couldn't believe what was happening as I felt the moist warmth of her tongue on lightly press against my scrotum. I watched as she very slowly ran her pierced tongue along the underside of my shaft, lingering momentarily at the tip.
She turned away and reached over to where I'd dropped my shopping on the ground in the confusion. As she leaned over, twisting sideways, I looked down her smooth back, and could see the shape of her spine through her tight t-shirt. I could see a little of the curvature of her bottom down the back of her jeans, and the top of her butt crack. As she straightened herself back up, I noticed that she was holding the unwrapped 'love egg' in her right hand.
With both hands, she parted my legs and used her thumb to push the egg into my arse. I felt a sharp pain as the egg forced its way through my tight sphincter, but within seconds it gave way to relief when the device had positioned itself in a less sensitive part of my posterior - only the slim cord was now hanging out of my bum. The sensation was unusual but not uncomfortable at all.
Jessica turned her attention back to my front end, wrapping her left hand around my now fully erect cock, and teasing the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue. With her right hand, she slowly turned the dial on the control box and I felt a low vibration in my bowels. It was the same kind of feeling you get when your stomach rumbles when you're hungry, but fainter - a mere wisp of a feeling - not that I noticed that much with everything else that the gorgeous blond was doing.
She wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, finally enveloping it in the warm moisture of her mouth. Her tongue continued to circle around the head, with the piercing rubbing against the underside. She poked the tip of her tongue against my opening while she turned up the dial on the egg. The rumbling was more noticeable now, but to distract me from it again, she slowly started to slide her lips down the length of my penis until she'd taken as much of me as she could into her hot mouth without gagging.
As slowly and deliberately as she'd gone down, she came back up again. As each inch of dick came back out of her mouth, I could feel the cold air of the room against the now glistening wet skin. Flecks of the girl's pink lipstick were visible around my shaft, so I could see clearly how far she'd gone down. I'd been five, maybe six inches into her mouth, and I'm not going to lie to you, that's almost the whole way: another inch and a half and she'd have reached the base.
After wrapping her warm lips around the head again, the started working her left hand up and down the length of the shaft, as if she was trying to pump my dick into her mouth. Slowly and lightly at first, but after a few strokes, she started to grip more tightly and move a bit faster. She upped the power to the love egg with her right hand and I could feel it vibrating away in my bowels.
As she pumped my dick, she twisted her head slightly from side to side, and I felt a slight twisting sensation on the head of my dick and her lips moved around it. I could see the bulges in her cheek, caused by the head of my pick pressing against the inside of her mouth, and noticed the light freckling on her pale skin.
Then she was moving backwards and forwards, not going as deep as she'd gone before, but taking my dick into her mouth repeatedly in shorter shallow strokes. Her hand was moving synchronised with her mouth: as her head went down on the end of my dick, her left hand stroked downwards towards its base; as she pulled her head back, she stroked back towards the tip. It felt like fucking a nice warm pussy, but one with a bit of metal near the end.
She switched so that she was moving in the opposite way, with each stroke of her hand pushing my dick further into her mouth as she went down, and pulling it away again as she came up. A slight change in style which produced an entirely different sensation. Her saliva was lubricating my cock, covering her slender fingers, and running down the base of my dick, dripping off my balls. I could feel each drop caressing me as it gathered at the bottom of my scrotum and fell. The saliva no longer felt cold on my skin, but my whole package felt enveloped in a warm wetness.
As she dialled up the power on the love egg again, she grabbed my balls in her left hand, gently massaging them. This beautiful blond was now moving her head up and down along my shaft, sucking and swirling as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth with each attempt. With my free hand, I grabbed her short hair and pulled her closer onto me, thrusting forward with my hips, and plunging my dick into her face until her lips were wrapped around the base of my shaft. She looked up to me with her big blue eyes, with her mouth full of my dick and held it in for a few seconds. She slid me out and gasped for breath.
"Now, that's what I'm talking about!" she screamed.
My cock was now almost ready to erupt, but sensing that I was close to cumming, she turned her attention to my balls, to delay the inevitable. She released them from her hand and I watched as she slid her left hand down the front of her jeans. She started rubbing herself while licking my scrotum with her pierced tongue. The feeling that I was close to cumming started to subside. The egg shaking in my rectum was giving me a faint feeling of wanting to pee. I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy as her juices started flowing.
Still holding the control box, Jessica put her arm around behind me, pulling me towards her while her lips went round the head of my cock. I plunged deep inside her throat again as she grabbed hold of my arse-cheeks and swallowed me down to the hilt. I could feel the head of my cock forcing its way from the warm cave of her mouth in and out of the narrow entrance to her throat.
The teen-aged girl gazed up at me as her head bobbed up and down on my engorged rod, sometimes pulling away, gagging, only to return moments later to the front line, pulling me deep inside her mouth. All the while she was enthusiastically rubbing away at her own snatch, with the scent of her quim growing ever stronger in the loading bay.
I started to feel the familiar build-up of tension in my loins and knew that I was going to cum hard. Again, with my free hand, I grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting hard. She let go of my buttocks and I felt the power in the egg ramping up. Now it was like there was someone or something alive in my arse. As I thrust into her face, it felt like that same thrusting was happening inside me.
She looked up at me again, with her big blue eyes catching mine. She'd let go of the control box and was now kneading at her pert breasts with one hand, while still rubbing her pussy, ever more vigorously with her left hand. Her mouth was full of my cock and I was almost ready to explode. As I pulled her skull towards me, I felt the head of my cock push into her tight throat again and a torrent of cum coated the inside of her neck. My rectal muscles contracted, gripping hard around the pulsating egg and pulling it in even further. My knees gave way and I collapsed, still suspended from the wrist by the handcuffs. As I dropped, my still-erect dick slid out of her mouth, leaving a trail of thick jism down her chin and onto her clean white t-shirt.
After powering down the egg, she came hard too, her left arm moving fast and powerfully, probably penetrating herself deeply with three, maybe four fingers. She moaned loudly and crouched down lower to take my dick into her mouth again, sending shivers up my spine. She sucked hard, slurping up every drop, and using her right hand to sweep the cum off her chin and into her mouth, while her left was still stroking her sweet crotch, now more slowly and gently. As she sucked, I felt her shake as a shiver rippled through her body.
I managed to straighten myself back up and stood there helpless, half-naked, limp-dicked and chained up while she took a few minutes to recover from her orgasm. She stood up and held her cum-soaked left hand under my nose. I could smell her scent, and leaned forward to lick her fingers clean, tasting the salty sweetness of her cunt, lingering on the last finger, the smallest, and taking a deep inward breath through my nose to savour the last of her juices.
She bent down and slipped the egg out of my arse, sending a shiver up my spine, almost equal to another orgasm. She tossed the soiled egg aside and said, "I'll get you another one."
She reached into her pocket to produce a small keyring, and unfastened the cuffs from the metal cage wall. I opened my mouth to thank her. "Sssh," she said, "you'll only ruin the moment." She went through to the front of the store, leaving me to clean myself up and dress myself again. I unfastened the handcuffs from my wrist and went back out to the store.
Although I can't have been back there for long, when I went back to the front of the shop, I found that she'd opened up the shop and another customer was already browsing its wares - a young guy with ginger hair, can't have been much older than 16. I went to the counter, she took the handcuffs from me and slipped them into an unmarked bag that was in front of her.
"I think that everything you wanted is in here," said Jessica, "plus a few surprises from me." I began to take out my wallet to pay, but she gestured that I should forget it and added, "consider your debt settled."
As I left the store, I passed the kid who was browsing the shelves and whispered, "I recommend the handcuffs here."
It was Friday evening, after Anne had started her first night shift, when I finally got a chance to look through the bag that Jessica had given me. All the things I'd been looking at were in there - the lube, the blue vibrator, the skin-coloured dildo, four pairs of handcuffs with keys, including the pair I'd tried on, and a brand new, clean love egg. There were a few extras too.
There was a cock ring - a sort of tight rubber band that you can wrap around your dick to delay ejaculation. There was an unlabelled bottle of pills which I assumed were Viagra or some kind of cheap imitation - after all, what other type of pill would a sex shop keep in stock? There was a wooden paddle, presumably for disciplinary purposes - sex shops don't normally sell boating supplies, and this one was far too small to be of any practical use when rowing.
Lastly, there was another dildo - of the unnaturally shaped variety, which looked like it was designed to be inserted into a woman's pussy and butt simultaneously. The was a vibrating mechanism attached to the smaller, anal part, and the vaginal part was interestingly hollow, perhaps for the insertion of a separate vibrator into that part too. I ran my finger along the inside of the hollow part and felt its softness, at once realising that the receptacle was not designed for a vibrator, but for a man's cock to thrust into, adding human power to the sex toy, using it as a sort of techno-condom.
"Oh well," I thought to myself taking a pill, "might as well try one of these."
At the bottom of the bag I found another couple of presents from Jessica. There was a photo of her, naked on a white bed spread, I hadn't gotten to see any of her most private parts at the shop, but she looked just as I'd imagined. She was leant back on both arms, smiling at the camera, her right leg spread out straight and her left leg also spread but bend at the knee, giving the photographer a tantalising glimpse of her pretty, shaved pussy. Her pert breasts displayed nicely, with large pale brown areola. Judging from her erect nipples, she didn't have the heating on.
Also at the bottom of the bag was a pair of white women's knickers. They weren't particularly lacy or fancy - just plain underwear, not a million miles from the type I normally wear. They smelt strongly of Jessica. I drew them close to my nose, taking a deep breath and was instantly back in that loading bay. In my mind's eye, I could see that cute little blond teenager's head bobbing up and down on my cock; I could feel the cold air from the alley behind the shop on my naked flesh; I could smell the sweet aroma rising up from Jessica's hot snatch as she fingered herself, getting off on the excitement of sucking off one of her customers. They must have been what she was wearing that day.
My erection pressed uncomfortably against the inside of my jeans, snapping me back to reality. I stripped down and lay back on the couch, her photo propped up beside me and her knickers draped over my shoulder, supplying me with a steady supply of her scent. As I slowly stroked my cock, I began to imagine what Jessica and I would have done if we hadn't stopped when we did.
After cumming all over her face and having been uncuffed and de-egged, I would have pulled her plain white t-shirt over her head and yanked down her blank denim jeans. Jessica would have been stood there dressed in her plain white matching bra and panties. There'd be a little ribbon bow on the front of her bra - baby blue, to complement her eyes. Her pants would be wet at the front, as she'd spent the last few minutes rubbing her clit and pumping her deep cunt with her fingers. Because of the haste I'd used tearing down her jeans, her knickers would have slipped down a bit on one side.
I'd throw a few old, damp, collapsed cardboard boxes on the loading bay's concrete floor, creating a makeshift bed and I'd lead Jessica to it. She'd lie back on the cardboard and I'd get down on my hands and knees to pull off her panties, revealing her smooth, hairless crotch. Without hesitation, I'd part her legs and go down on her, heading straight for her clit. Her clitoris would stand proud and I'd flick it and lick it with my tongue. She'd moan, while I felt around the floor to locate the used love egg. Specked with traces of my own shit, I'd push it quickly into her rectum (forget safe sex - this was fantasy), eliciting a squeal of delight. Turning on the egg, I'd press my lips against her sex and gently suck at her clit.
The blond teenager would moan as I kept flicking at her button with my tongue, tasting its salty sweetness. She'd be squeezing her big breasts through her bra, pulling at her nipples through the soft fabric. Sucking harder and licking faster on her clit, I'd turn up the egg before inserting one and then two fingers deep into her vagina and thrusting again and again and again. She'd sigh, and I'd feel the walls of her shaved cunt contracting around my fingers as she gave in to her second orgasm.
I'd turn the egg back down to a low rumble and kiss my way up her toned body to her round breasts, unfasten and remove her bra, already half-undone due to her own fondling and suck on her left nipple. I'd suck hard, my mouth enveloping more and more of her breast until I had half her left tit in me, and with my fingers still slick with her pussy juice, rub and squeeze her other nipple. Then my hand would feel its way back to between her legs, pausing only for a moment to increase the egg's power again before plunging three fingers deep into her wet pussy. My mouth would move to her other tit, tasting the pussy juices my hand had left behind.
Over and over, my fingers would work their way into her depths. As my index, middle and ring fingers slammed her cunt harder and faster, my thumb would smack against her erect clit. She'd arch her back, thrusting her ample bosom into my face as she came for a third time, her tight pussy walls massaging my fingers, milking them, the strong muscles of her young cunt trying to pull my fingers further up, further in.
I imagined how after withdrawing my hand from her hot pussy, I'd ramp up the power on the egg to full, and kiss my way up her lightly freckled neck until we were face to face. On the couch I was now stroking my erect cock hard and fast, while in my imaginary cardboard bed I was gazing into the big blue eyes of a horny blond teenager, recovering from the throes of her third orgasm. I'd hold both Jessica's hands down on the cold concrete floor and ease my engorged cock into her warm pussy. I'd move slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of the egg's distant buzzing, transmitted from her rectum, through the flesh of her abdomen to my dick, now buried right up to the hilt in her wet cunt. As I slowly started thrusting, I'd lean forward and kiss her hard on the lips. Our tongues would writhe around each other and I'd taste the faint bitterness of my own cum in her mouth. We'd roll over and Jessica would now be doing the driving, her strong thighs straddling my hips, raised vertically above me, with my butt against the damp cardboard surface. She'd moan while rocking slowly on my cock, undoing my shirt and running her hands over my chest.
She'd get up onto her knees for a moment and my dick would be standing erect in the cold air. I'd notice a thin line of dripping juices still hanging between my cock and her pussy lips, only to be broken by her thigh as she turned around. She'd squat back down, this time facing towards my feet, using her hands to guide my cock as it impaled her from a different angle. She'd lean far forward, wrapping her hands around my ankles, doubled over with her head almost to the ground. With my dick buried deep in her warm cunt, bend downwards slightly by the new position of her body, the tight brown eye of her anus would be pointing right at me with the thin cord of the egg trailing out. I'd lick my thumb and hear her grunt as I pushed the moistened digit up her tight arse, forcing the pulsing egg even further up her tight rectum. She'd moan as she started to rock back and forth.
As she moved backwards, her butt would push against my hand, forcing my thumb in deeper. As she thrust forwards my thumb would come half way out again, and my cock would drill further into her warm pussy. She'd shift backwards again and my cock would withdraw half way, as my thumb once again plunged into her rectum up to the hilt. When she moved forwards once more, I would move my hand forward too, keeping my thumb firmly lodged in place. As my cock was driven further into her cunt, my thumb would feel its journey. Penetrating her deeply from both front and back, my thumb and dick would be divided only by a thin wall of her flesh. I'd feel a hand disappear from my ankle and appear on my balls, her gentle fingers cupping them upwards towards her pussy as she rocked backwards and forwards and back and forth. As she massaged my scrotum with her little hand, I'd begin to feel the familiar build up of tension deep within my loins.
After a few more rocks, she'd reach her fourth orgasm and collapse backwards onto me, totally drained. I'd be able to feel the sweat on her back as she lay on my chest. Having removed my thumb from her arse; her muscular cunt walls would be rhythmically milking my cock. With one arm I'd grab her breasts and I'd feel the trickles of sweat on her skin. With the other I'd reach for her clit, flicking it with my fingers and gently slapping it, selfishly keeping her at climax level for a few more seconds, as I knew I was almost ready to cum too. I'd bend my knees and thrust upwards into her pulsing pussy, holding the moaning and exhausted teenager steady with my arms and pushing up into her with my hips.
Suddenly I felt a wave of release and gobs of sticky cum started pouring down my hand, coating my fingers. I opened my eyes and looked at her photograph, breathing in her scent from her pants. I lay there catching my breath and then looked for something to clean up with.
***
Half an hour later I was alone in bed. My dick was still rock hard. After a masturbation session like that, it would normally be flaccid, and I'd be able to get some sleep. Was it the pill that was keeping me hard, or just the thought of what was going to happen the next day? I was going to have trouble getting to sleep that night.
I dreamt of Jessica. Her head bobs up and down on my dick, with her hands down the front of her own pants, the sweet scent of her pussy wafting up to me while she pleasures herself, excited at the thought of sucking off a restrained customer, while the everyday public passes by the half-open door of the loading bay, unaware of what was going on inside.
Jessica grabs me from behind and pulls me forward, forcing my cock down her neck, jerking her head back and forth, giving me a furious throat-job. My cock forces its way in and out of the narrow recesses of her throat. I close my eyes and roll my head back in pleasure, but something is wrong. I look down and it isn't Jessica. Whoever is sucking my cock has black hair, smaller tits and darker skin. Katie looks up at me and we are no longer in the loading bay, but a plain white featureless room. I grab her head with both hands - I am no longer handcuffed - and pull her towards me. I thrust in and out of Katie's mouth, fucking her head like it was a pussy, while her tongue glides around my cock head.
I gather her long black hair into pigtails and hold her by the hair, pulling her in, forcing my dick into her mouth until her lips are wrapped around its base. She gags and comes up gasping for air, stroking my cock with her fingers. She opens her mouth and takes me inside again.
And Jessica is there too, naked. As Katie sucks, Jessica rubs Katie's pussy with one hand and her own pussy with the other. Jessica takes over sucking and Katie stoops down and starts licking Jessica's breasts. Jessica sucks me slowly and gently and I watch as Katie's head moves further down Jessica's toned body, slowly inching towards the pussy that has been warmed up by Jessica's own fingers. The hot blonde teenager is now straddling my Asian friend's face. I can see Katie's tongue flicking in Jessica's pussy, while her hands firmly grip the shop worker's toned buttocks. Jessica sucks on my dick enthusiastically, while rubbing her cunt against Katie's face.
Jessica moves around behind me and Katie climbs up onto her knees, taking my cock back into her mouth. I feel Jessica's tongue working its way into my butt crack, while Katie's tongue swirls around my bell end. The moisture and the warmth on my cock feel so realistic, as she slowly bobs her head up and down, concentrating her attention on just the most sensitive tip.
I looked down and saw Anne's shoulder length red hair as she slowly and gently fellated me. I was in bed. My eyes took a while to adjust to the light. Was I awake? I thought so. She looked up at me with her hazel eyes and seemed happy to see that I was awake. My cock was rock hard - could it really still be hard from the previous night? Or perhaps Anne had managed to tease an erection out of me while I'd slept.
She turned her head to the side as she sucked and the outline of my cock appeared bulging inside her cheek. She stroked the outside of her freckled cheek with one hand and I could feel the gentle stroking against the head of my cock through the thin walls of her mouth. She pressed her tongue against the other side of my dick. She sucked hard while simultaneously withdrawing my cock from her mouth. As the tip came out, a long trail of saliva formed between the end of my dick and Anne's lips. It hung there for a few seconds and then fell down onto my cock. She spat out a big gob of spit onto my dick and started stroking it up and down, giving me a sloppy hand-job while smiling up at me.
"Wakey, wakey," she grinned. My 25 year old wife was fresh back from her night shift and still wearing her blue nurse's uniform. She was half way down the bed, in crawling position, resting on her left elbow while jerking me off with her right hand. Her own saliva coated her fingers, lubricating my cock as she stroked it up and down.
She bent her head down and started licking and sucking on my bell end, while pumping on the shaft with her slippery fingers. She slid her grip down to the base, holding my cock tightly by the base with a circle formed of her forefinger and thumb. At the same time, she went down on me, taking my full length into her warm mouth. I felt the tip of my penis entering the narrow region at the top of her throat. She started nodding her head quickly and firmly, so that even though my dick stayed mostly in her mouth, the engorged head was forced into her tight throat and out again repeatedly, fucking her throat.
She came up gasping and spluttering and spat another load of saliva onto my dick. Her right hand went back to stroking the shaft of my cock - she gripped tight, but it still slid easily thanks to all the spit lubricating my dick. With her left hand, she cupped my balls, rubbing them gently. Her mouth enveloped my dick again and down she went, until I felt the end reach her throat again. She forced her head further down, so my engorged head once again forced its way into the opening of her throat. She tilted her head back to look up at me with a cheeky look on her face, lifting up my balls and poking out her tongue to meet them. Her tongue tickled them for a moment, before the started nodding her head again, fucking me with the top of her throat.
Gasping, she withdrew her head again and crawled up the bed until we were face to face. Anne's a gorgeous natural redhead, with milky white skin, and speckled with freckles on her face, arms, neck, upper chest and upper back. She has big hazel eyes and long eye lashes. She's got a wonderfully curvaceous figure. She smiled at me and kissed me tenderly and I could taste the faint salty taste of my dick.
She rolled onto her back and removed her knickers. I could see she'd already taken off her shoes before coming to bed, but left on her plain white pop-socks. She rolled back onto me, kissing me again and reaching back to hitch up her dress and guide my dick into her warm, waiting cunt. Crouched over me on her knees, she began to move back and forth in her blue nurse's dress. Kissing me again, she straightened up and started bouncing up and down on my dick. She hadn't been very lubricated to begin with, and even though my dick was slick with her saliva, it felt slightly uncomfortable in her dry, tight pussy. I reached up with one hand and started fondling her breasts through her dress. My other hand lay loosely on her hip as she bounced up and down on my dick. After a minute or so of this pounding, her cunt began to lubricate itself. "Mmmm..." she moaned.
She pulled her knees up into a squat, and leaned back supporting herself with her hands on my thighs and started thrusting against me. I reached up under her dress and felt the soft hair on her public mount. My thumb found her clit under the hood of her pussy and I started rubbing it. The smell of her cunt wafted up to me as she pounded against me over and over. She leaned forward again, trapping my hand between us, and kissed me, our tongues mingling.
Now that I'd been fully awake for a few minutes, I felt ready to be put in the driver's seat. I rolled us over so that I was on top of Anne, supporting myself on my left hand while feeling her breasts through her dress with my right. I started thrusting into her warm loins, my hard cock thrusting deeper and deeper into my hot wife's wet pussy with each stroke. I felt her hand on my butt, pulling me further into her. I took a few short, fast, shallow strokes and one deep entry again before pulling out and rubbing my dick along the outside of her pussy, between its lips, stimulating her clit. After a few strokes, I was back inside her warm cunt.
I felt the soft walls of her vagina start massaging my hard prick and she moaned as she started to cum. I kept pounding into her, each thrust providing her with a wave of pleasure, radiating from her wet cunt and spreading like a shiver though her body, to the tips of her fingers and the ends of her toes.
I was still a long way from climax and she whimpered and shook as I thrust hard into her again and again and again. To give her quivering cunt a rest, she reached down and took my dick in her hand, wanking it hard, my phallus slick from the juices of her pussy. She pushed my shoulder, indicating that I should lie back and enjoy myself. I lay back on the bed, my head propped up on a pillow and watched as she crawled back down the bed and crouched by my erect cock. Still gripping it tightly in her fingers, she enveloped its head in her lips, sucking off her own pussy juice from the tip, and cleaning it with her tongue. She pumped it fast with her hand and started bobbing her head up and down, her red hair clinging to her forehead with sweat. With each movement, she'd take my dick deeper and deeper into her mouth, still sucking hard and stroking my shaft quickly and firmly. She moved her hand from my shaft to my balls, expertly taking the rest of my length into the top of her throat, and poking out her tongue to caress my scrotum with its tip.
She gasped for air as she came back up, taking my dick in her left hand and sliding up the bed towards me. "OK, I'm ready to go again," she whispered. "You're quite the stud this morning."
She rolled on her back and I got up and knelt between her legs, placing my hand under one of her round white buttocks and pulling it up as if to turn her over. She got the message and started turning over onto her front. I had to move back as my knees were on the back of her nurse's dress, pinning her down. Once she was facing away from me, supporting herself on her elbows and knees, I raised the back of her blue uniform, revealing her smooth bum and dripping wet pussy. I knelt between her legs, her feet in their plain white socks to each side. I rested my left hand on her left hip and ran the middle finger of my right hand up and down the flesh between her anus and cunt a few times, before slipping it into her moist entrance. I pulled my finger out and used my right hand to guide my rock hard cock to the opening of her tight pussy. I pushed in hard and my cock slid straight in to her already wet vagina.
I leaned forward, reaching under her right hip and started to tease her clit with my hand while slowly moving in and out of her from behind. My fingers traced circles around her clitoris, but without actually touching the erect little bud. With two fingers, I held her labia apart and ran the fingers down their length to her vulva, where my fingers met my own dick, slowly going into her pussy. I ran both fingers up between her labia to her clit and started rubbing its firm bud, at the same time, increasing the speed of my thrusts. I felt one of her hands join my right hand for a few seconds, pushing it down harder onto her clit, showing me that she wanted to be rubbed faster and harder. I was soon thrusting as hard as I could, with Anne supporting herself on her left elbow and massaging her tits through her uniform with her right hand. I was rubbing her clit hard, as if I was trying to buff a scratch out of a car's paintwork. Figuring that I could thrust harder if I was able to hold onto her hips with both hands, I reached forward, taking her right hand and placing it over her clit. She took the hint and started rubbing it herself, and I put both hands on her hips, pulling her hard towards me while I lunged into her and away from me while I withdrew. Like this I was able to thrust into her with more power, our bodies making a slapping sound as they collided and my balls swinging up until they made contact with the hand she was using to tease her clit.
"Ohh!" she cried and arched her back as she came hard again, the walls of her pussy gripping my dick and trying to milk it, her juices running down the base of my cock and being flicked off my balls as they swung between my active legs. She stopped rubbing her clit as she needed both arms to support herself as her body started to buckle. I could feel a distant build-up in my dick, like climax was on the horizon. I kept thrusting hard, with Anne's tight pussy clenching around me as she moaned and signed, but climax didn't seem to be any nearer. The back of her dress was now had patches of dark blue, made wet from her sweat as I pounded her again and again.
She pulled away, unable to take any more of my furious assault on her delicate pussy, crawling off and kneeling on the floor by the edge of the bed. She motioned for me to join her and I stood in front of her. She pushed me back so that I was sitting on the bed and pulled my legs around behind her shoulders. I crossed my ankles behind her back and she moved in towards me, kneeling low, with her bum resting on her heels, still in their white socks. She took my dripping wet rock hard shaft in both hands and jerked on it hard while licking around its tip, cleaning off her own personal nectar yet again.
She took my cock's head into her mouth and sucked hard. She took her hands away from my shaft, putting them behind her head and interleaving her fingers together before lowering her mouth to swallow my whole dick. I put my hands on hers, pushing her head in, making her take me deeper into her precious throat and pulled her closer with my feet which were behind her back. I could feel the warm breath from her nose on my groin as she held me deep inside her, getting accustomed to the feeling of her throat stuffed full of cock. I felt pressure against the end of my dick as she tried to gag, but she stayed down. She tightened the grip of her lips around the base of my shaft and sucked hard, then slowly raised her head while rubbing her tongue from side to side on the underside of my penis, bringing me closer to climax, as it emerged inch by inch from her warm mouth.
As the end came out, she licked the pee-hole and then smiled up at me, taking the shaft in her hands again and holding it pointed towards her mouth. The end was in sight. I felt like I might blow my load after a minute or so of this if she could keep it up. She pumped at my cock with both hands, aiming it towards her open mouth, her tongue hanging out like a dog on a hot day. There were beads of sweat on her face and her red hair clung to her forehead. She leaned in to suck the head of my cock, rubbing it against the inside of her freckled cheeks. She took it back out of her mouth and continued stroking my shaft furiously, pointing it towards her open mouth.
As she tightened her grip on my shaft with one hand, she reached under my balls with her other and gently massaged them. I was getting very close to climax and stumbled to my feet. She let go of my balls and shuffled back, all the while pumping on my dick. She rested her left hand on my hips and adjusted her gaze to look up at me again, as I was now higher up. She opened her mouth with her tongue hanging out. I could feel the pressure building up in my cock and knew I wouldn't last more than a few seconds longer. I reached down to my hip and took her hand, interlinking our fingers, then felt a wave of release sweep over me.
My cum shot out like a rocket, leaving a trail from her red hair and down the side of her freckled nose. Some landed on her waiting tongue and more dripped down her little chin, staining her blue uniform. As she pulled again, a second jet came out with less power than the first. She caught most of it in her mouth and kept pumping with her fist while I fell back onto the bed. The last remains of my cum oozed out of my dick and coated her fingers as she slowed down.
As my erection started to fade, she let go of my hand and climbed up onto the bed with me, lying sideways by my side, propping herself up with her left elbow and tracing circles of cum around my dick and abdomen with her free hand. Each movement elicited an intense wave of feeling: some were mini-orgasms causing me to shiver and moan; others tickled and made me grin. After a few moments, she took her right hand up to her mouth and started licking it clean and using it to wipe the cum from her chin, nose and forehead to her lips, where she licked it up, swallowing every drop apart from the jism that had dripped onto her uniform, which had soaked in to make dark blue patches with small white stains at their centre on her chest.
She kissed me passionately and I could taste the faint flavour of my own cum in her mouth. I pulled her closer and on top of me so that her whole body was pressed up against my naked self, her breasts pushed against my chest through the fabric, her pussy against my sensitive crotch, her sweaty hair hanging over my face. We kissed while I reached up under her dress to feel her bottom with one hand, while holding her tightly around the back with my other arm.
Finally she rolled off, asking, "don't you have to go in to London today? There was that client, wasn't there?"
I looked at the clock and felt guilty. "Not for another couple of hours," I replied, thinking about cancelling the whole thing.
"Well," she said, "you can get up and have a shower now. You need it." She sighed and crawled up to lie on a pillow. "And I think I deserve some fucking sleep!"
As I showered, I tried to avoid touching my sensitive dick, but I knew I couldn't really avoid it as it needed a good wash. I stood under the hot jet of the shower, washing away the cum, sweat, saliva and pussy juice that I stank of. I shaved in the shower and mentally prepared myself for the night ahead.
It was about ten-thirty on Saturday morning now. I'd take the train and be in London before one, pick up the cameras and check into the hotel promptly at two. Katie would join me at around three in the afternoon and we'd have all evening and all night together, and then pretty much all of Sunday too. With Anne on nights, I only had to make sure that I was back in my own bed for Monday morning when she got back from Sunday night's shift, and she'd be none the wiser. On Sunday morning, she'd just assume I'd left the house early before she got back.
I packed the dildos, lube, cock ring, love egg, cuffs and related paraphernalia into a ruck-sack and slung it over my shoulder. Pocketing my keys, wallet and mobile phone, I headed for the door. I paused by Anne's work bag and noticed a large syringe poking out - not the kind with a needle attached, but with a short plastic spout instead. It looked clean, so I took it and stuck it in the side pocket of my bag, not really knowing what I'd use it for.
***
On the train I was lost in thought. I wondered about what Katie and I would get up to in the hotel. Would I even be able to perform? My cock was still feeling a bit delicate from that morning's adventures.
She said she wanted to be "schooled in the art of love". Anything and everything was possible. Normal vaginal sex, obviously, was a given. I cursed myself at having forgotten to buy any condoms. Would she want to use condoms? I assumed so - she'd be unlikely to be on the pill. What about infections? I wouldn't get anything from her - she was a virgin. And I didn't have anything nasty. Or did I? I'd fucked a complete stranger in the back of a shop, or rather, she went down on me. I can't have caught anything from that. Or could I have? No, surely not.
Presumably she'd want me to go down on her, and vice versa. What about rim jobs? I could hardly imagine innocent little Katie wanting to poke her tongue up my arse, but a week ago, I wouldn't have believed any of this was going to happen at all.
Anal? She might want anal. I hoped she'd want anal. The thought of popping open Katie's virgin arse for the first time, the idea of ramming my dick into a tight little orifice that had only ever been used as an exit point for the last 24 years gave me a semi. At least I could dismiss the worries I had about being too tired to get it up.
I tried to concentrate on other things to avoid walking off the train with an embarrassing stiffy. I picked up a newspaper that someone had left behind on a seat. The ultra-conservative British Family Party had chosen a new party leader. There had been an earthquake somewhere in south-east Asia. It was only minor, but there had been a lot of flooding as a dam had collapsed. The dam was already weak from a previous earthquake, so luckily the region had been officially evacuated weeks ago, but some die-hard locals had stayed on after the evacuation, so there had been a few dozen fatalities.
There's never any good news in the paper, is there? I put down the newspaper and noticed that we were pulling into Woking station. I'd never been to Woking but passed through it all the time on the train - from what I could see from the comfort of me seat, there was nothing about the town that made me eager to visit either.
As I watched passengers getting on and off the train, one of them caught my eye: a gorgeous Chinese girl. Slim, with long hair tied back in a pony tail, she looked a little like Katie might have as a teenager. I hadn't known Katie before she started University, at 18. This girl looked a little younger - perhaps 15 or 16 - it was hard to tell. She wore tightly fitted dark blue jeans and a yellow T-shirt that showed off her small, but delightful breasts.
She sat down a few rows in front of me, in a seat facing backwards, so although I had a good view of the pretty young thing, she could see me too. I had to make sure I didn't stare too obviously. I found myself mentally undressing her, imagining the pale yellow-brown skin under her top, her flat stomach, her perky breasts, and her little nipples. Underneath those running shoes would be deliciously suckable toes, pretty feet and delicate ankles. At the top of her long, slender legs, I pictured the sweet folds of her pussy, hiding behind a patch of wispy black hair.
The train arrived in London before I knew it and I popped into the wine shop outside Victoria Station to pick up a small bottle of vodka, a carton of orange juice and a pack of four Red Bulls. I didn't want either of us to be too drunk to enjoy the experience or remember it afterwards, but a little drink might help Katie relax into it. The Red Bulls were to help keep us awake, as I knew that she had a long night of learning ahead of her.
The camera shop was a short walk from the station. An attractive brunette with an eastern European accent, about 30 years old was running the shop and didn't ask any questions. I paid for the hire and deposit on an old debit card I'd had since before I got married - I didn't want the bill showing up on our joint credit card statement.
I checked into the hotel at ten past two. It was four star: nice, but not luxury. There would be no point paying for a fancy hotel with a pool, bar and gym facilities - all we were planning on using was the bed and the shower. And maybe the floor. And chairs. And table.
Although the building was probably a couple of hundred years old, the room itself was decorated in a modern style, with cream walls and thick red carpet. A pine table stood in the corner with a telephone, a lamp, some hotel stationery and a guide to the various services provided by the hotel. A red arm chair sat by the table. A television was attached to a wall-mounted bracket in the corner and heavy red velvet curtains hung by the windows. The queen-sized bed was made up with white sheets, red pillows and a red and white striped duvet. At the top was a pine bed head.
A mini-bar was under the table and I opened it to shift a few things around and make some space for the drinks I'd bought.
I sat on the corner of the bed and sent Katie a text message with the room number. I went to check out the en suite bathroom, which was mostly decorated in plain white tiling, with silver fittings. The wash basin was set in a large dark marble counter. I picked up a plastic cup from the counter and half-filled it with cold water, using it to down a couple of Jessica's pills that I'd brought along with me.
While I waited for Katie to turn up, I decided to set up the cameras. I was able to fasten one to the head of the bed. Looking through the viewfinder I could see that it gave a good close-up of most of the top half of the bed. Although the battery life was only a couple of hours, I plugged the camera in to a socket behind the bed, so it would be able to run indefinitely. The hard drives on these modern digital video cameras were massive and would allow several days worth of footage before filling up.
I mounted another camera onto the wall bracket, plugging it into a spare socket next to the one into which the television was wired. The viewfinder showed that the whole bed was covered, at a wide angle, from high above. A third camera, I mounted on the back of the arm chair and arranged the chair so that it was pointing at the bed. I could see that it covered most of the bed, from a side view at about waist height. The other two cameras I was unsure where to position. I mounted them on small tripods and decided to use them as and when I needed them.
I sat on the bed and waited. I felt nervous and guilty. I'd already been unfaithful with Jessica in that shop, but I told myself that handcuffed to the wall, I didn't have much choice then. This was different though - this was planned. And even with Jessica, I'm sure I could have stopped her any time.
I thought about the girl on the train. If I'd met Katie when she was younger, before I'd met Anne, then this wouldn't be an issue. I'd have met her, she wouldn't have remained a virgin for long, then met Anne and taken things from there. If only I'd studied time travel at University rather than computer science! Was it too late to pull out of this?
I heard a knock on the door.
Katie was ten minutes early. I opened the door to see her standing in a plain emerald green dress, which reached down to just above her knees, and silver stud ear-rings under her dark hair, which she wore loose. She was wearing small black, strappy shoes with slightly raised heels. Normally, Katie is more of a shirt-and-trousers person - in fact, I hadn't seen her in a dress since she was a guest at our wedding.
She came in and I hung the "do not disturb" sign on the outside door handle as I shut the door. She seemed nervous, as she had been that night last weekend, and she avoided making eye contact. Part of me hoped that she'd come here to tell me she'd changed her mind. What we were planning was so out of character for both of us. But another part of me - indeed, one specific part of me in particular - was praying that she hadn't.
"Shall we..." she started and then went silent.
"Should I get us some drinks?" I asked. "It might help you, well, both of us to relax. This isn't going to work if we're nervous."
She looked me in the eye for the first time since she'd arrived and nodded. I took the glass I'd used before and another one from the bathroom, and poured a couple of shots worth of vodka into each glass before topping them up with orange juice. Katie sat on the edge of the bed and I sat on the arm chair. The drinks hadn't been in the fridge long enough to get very cold, and warm vodka is not the most pleasant beverage to consume, so I was not surprised that Katie grimaced slightly as she took a big gulp. We sat in silence and finished our drinks. Katie held out her glass, her hand shaking slightly, and I refilled it. She gulped down another glass of vodka and orange quickly. "I'm ready," she said.
"OK, let's start simple," I said, "how about we go to the bathroom and you take a shower. I'll watch, so that I can see what I'm getting myself into."
"Getting myself into, literally," I thought.
"OK", Katie said, rising and unbuckling her shoes. I picked up a video camera. "Do we need that yet?" she asked, motioning towards the camera.
"If we're going to tape this, then we might as well capture the whole thing for posterity," I said. "Besides, I only just picked these up an hour or so ago, so need to practise using it."
Katie stepped out of her shoes and walked to the bathroom while I followed in with the camera. I pressed what seemed to be a 'record' button and a red LED lit up. I watched Katie undress, partly through the camera's viewfinder to make sure she was always in frame, but mostly I enjoyed watching her directly.
She reached down and lifted her loose-fitting green dress, hesitating slightly before she reached her hips, perhaps still unsure if what we were about to do was the right thing. Making her mind up once and for all, she lifted it higher, revealing black, lacy panties, with a wisp of fine black pubic hair peeping out from the crotch. She continued up in a smooth motion, next uncovering her firm toned stomach, her small A-cup breasts and her shaved arm pits, before lifting the dress up and over her head. As she lifted it off, her loose black hair fell down to frame her oriental face.
She leaned into the shower, turning so that I could see her firm, pert little Asian butt, while she turned on the taps to get the water flowing. Once she'd gotten the water temperature to her liking she turned back. "It's not too late to back out," she said, seeming a bit more confident now that the alcohol had started across her blood-brain barrier. "If you don't like what you see, then now's the time to say. But once I'm naked, our relationship will be changed forever - there's no going back. If you want out, then I won't hold it against you."
I thought about something amusing to say about holding something against me, but decided that a more serious answer was needed. "I've been having second thoughts all week, but I've never been more sure that I want us to go ahead than I am right now."
With that, she reached back and unhooked her black, lacy bra, leaning forward to remove it. Most women's breasts normally drop an inch or two when they remove their brassiere - the bra gives them support, and once it's gone, their tits have to cope with the cruel reality of the earth's gravitational field. Katie's small, perky little handfuls didn't - they poked out proudly from her chest, firm enough to support their own weight. Her chest shape was perfectly symmetrical, with each breast the perfect size to fit in the palm of your hand. At the centre of each was a purplish-brown areola, about the size of a 50 pence piece, and in the middle of those, each had a pea-sized nipple, standing erect. She had a small brown mole equidistant between her left shoulder and left breast. I zoomed the camera in, allowing the lens to soak up every detail of her perfect little chest.
I smiled at her and she smiled back at me, starting to feel more confident and more comfortable with the idea of exposing herself in front of another person. She reached down to the lacy waistband of her knickers and hooked her thumb under the left side. "Slowly," I said. She smiled again and slowly started pushing her panties down over her hips. The outline of Katie's hip bone was visible because of her slender build. I pulled the camera back, capturing her whole body as she bent down while pushing her pants down her legs, her long black hair obscuring her most private parts as she lent over. She stood up, revealing her pussy to be decorated with a light covering of soft black hair. Her thin pussy lips were faintly visible through the fuzz of dark hair.
She stepped into the shower and the warm water covered her toned body, running down her oriental skin and making it shine. Her long black hair fell flat as it got wet, and clung to her back. "I shaved my legs and under my arms this morning," she started, "I was going to shave 'down there' too, but wasn't sure what you'd prefer, so I brought this with me." She held up a razor, which she'd seemed to have produced out of thin air.
My mind flicked back to Jessica's photo - I remembered her shaved pussy. I'd never fucked a girl with a shaved snatch before. It might be fun to try - besides which, if I was going to go down on her, I'd prefer not to get hairs stuck in my teeth. "Yes, why not," I said. I watched through the camera viewfinder as she poured some body wash onto her hand and started soaping up her pussy. Gleaming white soap bubbles traced the contours of her legs before making their journey across the tiled floor to the drain.
She took the razor and started shaving away the longer hairs which were further away from the more delicate areas of her pussy. Soap bubbles carried the hairs away, running down her legs. Although I doubted she'd ever shaved this part of her body before, her hands moved deftly and expertly, soon clearing the top and sides of her pubic mound of their covering. I leaned in, trying to capture every detail on film, while at the same time trying to avoid any splashes of water landing on the rented camera. She now started shaving more carefully between her legs, along the sides of her pussy. The hairs there were sparser, but the shape of the skin was obviously more complicated, and any mistakes could be painful. In a minute or two, she'd finished there and started on the area closest to her clitoris. After a few short, careful strokes, she turned so that her shaved pussy was under the water, washing away the remaining soap and any hairs that has stuck to it. She leaned over, inspecting it herself and finishing off a couple of patches of stubble that she'd missed.
Katie put the razor down by the side of the shower and turned back to face me. "You like?" she asked. She parted her bald pussy lips with her fingers, revealing a pretty pink vulva with the button of her clit visible at the top, and a small slit below. I nodded and swallowed, temporarily unable to speak.
I rolled the sleeve up on my right arm to make sure my shirt didn't get wet, then reached into the shower. I put my hand on her left shoulder as the warm flowing water caressed my arm. I slowly moved my hand down her side, stroking her soft, wet skin as I found my way to her left breast, cupping it gently and feeling its firmness before moving down further, tracing my way along the subtle concave of her waist and convex of her hips to the top of her thigh. My hand reached around behind her, moving up over the roundness of her left buttock, drenched by the stream of water flowing off her hair. Then I moved my wandering hand back around onto her tummy, my palm turned upwards, reaching slowly down towards her freshly shaved snatch. Water splashed across my hand as my fingers brushed gently across her clit, coming to a rest between her legs.
"That's enough for now," she said as she lifted my hand away from her, "you'll have plenty more opportunity later." The alcohol had certainly had the desired effect on her confidence, but without making her so drunk that she did not know what she was doing.
Katie turned off the taps and gestured for me to pass her a towel. The hotel towels were clean, white and heavy. She wrapped a towel around her like a strapless dress, the top of the towel starting just above her breasts and covering her down almost to her knees.
The toilet seat was down and she sat on it, using it as a seat and reached for another towel, which she used to dry her hair. She wrapped it around her head like a kind of turban, an innate ability that all women seem to have.
"There's one other place," I said, unsure of quite how to approach the subject, "where you might want to wash."
"I was pretty thorough," she said, "plus I did shower this morning. Just now was mostly for your entertainment."
"Well..." I started, "were you wanting to try anal?"
"I have to clean... inside?"
"Well, you don't have to, but a lot of people do. It makes the whole thing a bit more pleasant."
"I'm not sure I want to try anyway. I did say 'anything and everything' though, didn't I?"
"Well," I said, "of course I'm not going to force you into it. You could always clean yourself in preparation and decide later - it won't do any harm to be prepared."
Katie thought for a moment and announced, "I don't think I even know how."
"I think first you should use the toilet and get as much out as possible naturally..." I started awkwardly and left the room, returning moments later, "then use this," holding up the syringe, "to pump a bit of warm water up there, then squeeze it out into the toilet, and repeat that two or three times."
"OK," she said, "I'll try that. But you're leaving the room."
I waited back in the bedroom while Katie was in the en suite. As a courtesy, I switched the television, finding the news channel, to disguise any sounds that might be coming from the bathroom. The earthquake was still the top story -- a British engineer, Steven Black, had apparently been out surveying a damaged dam which collapsed on him when the second quake had hit. They hadn't found a body, but they didn't seem hopeful.
They only ever seem to concentrate on the British tourists and expats when this happens, don't they? Seems a little unfair on the dozens of Chinese people who died in the quake. Don't they deserve the airtime? The column inches? I suppose it's the same the world over.
But I wasn't really thinking about the news. I set the camera which I was still carrying down on the bed side table furthest from the TV and arm chair, leaving it recording, and went around to the other cameras switching them on to record. I closed the curtains, though there wasn't much of a chance of anyone seeing into the room as we were on the ninth floor of the building. Soon, Katie emerged from the bathroom, with her towel wrapped back around her body, and I flicked off the telly. "All done," she said, "How should we start this?"
"I figured that oral would be a gentle introduction."
Katie removed the towel that was wrapped around her head and smiled. Her damp hair hung down over her shoulders. "You on me or me on you?"
"You should decide," I said.
"Well, I've shown you mine, so it's your turn to show me yours," Katie said smirking. "So I'll go down on you. But you might have to talk me through it. Kit off then!"
"Why don't you come and make me?" I asked, standing up.
Katie walked over to me and unfastened the top button of my shirt. She moved on to the second button and then rested her hand on the exposed part of my chest for a moment. I was nervous - I could feel my heart beating hard within my chest and I supposed that she could too. She slowly undid the other four buttons and then parted my shirt, slipping it off my shoulders. It fell to the floor.
She unfastened my leather belt and tugged on the metal buckle. The tail of the belt disappeared around my waist and she was soon holding the belt swinging loose in her hand. She reached down and rested her hand over my crotch for a few seconds, my growing erection separated from her slender fingers by two layers of fabric. With both hands, she undid the button and zip fly of my jeans, which fell to the floor.
I was now standing in front of her with my denim jeans around my ankles, wearing nothing but my underpants. The tip of my erect penis peeked through the waistband. She unfastened the towel wrapped around her and let it fall to the floor. She was now stood naked, and mostly dry again, right in front of me. Standing on her toes, she leaned forward and our lips touched. It started as a simple closed-lip kiss, but after a few moments, she tilted her head slightly and I reciprocated, our lips melting together and our tongues mingling. As she leaned into me, her small breasts pressed against by bare chest, her bald crotch pushed up against the exposed head of my cock.
She playfully pushed on my chest and I allowed myself to fall backwards onto the bed. She climbed onto the bed beside me and said, "OK, instructions?"
"Rule number one: no teeth," I tutored, "I'm not saying that teeth cannot be successfully used in a blowjob, but they're too risky for a beginner. Rule two: eye contact - it's what can make a good blowjob into a great one. Rule three: swallow - spitting out the cum at the end is just not hot. Yes, the texture is a bit like raw egg; yes, it's a bit bitter; but there aren't going to be pints of it - it only takes a second to swallow it down. Towards the end, you need to go firm and fast with very regular strokes - no variation. Other than that, try to vary the experience: use your hands, your lips, your cheeks, your tongue, your throat; fast, slow; gentle, firm; wet, yes, wet. Have fun; play; experiment. I'll let you know if you're going wrong."
"OK, I think I've got that," she said, and kissed me once again, passionately on the lips. Katie pressed her mouth hard against mine, her tongue swirling against the inside of my cheeks, before kissing down my chin, small kisses, just little pecks, down my neck, down my chest and stomach. She playfully tongued my belly-button, looking up to me with her dark brown eyes. I smiled down at her. She crawled down the bed, kissing further down my belly until I could feel her breath on the exposed head of my cock. She looked up again and smiled, then returned her gaze to what was in front of her, tugging at the waistband of my pants and releasing my dick. I shuffled a little so that she could pull my pants right off, and she tossed them to the floor.
She held my cock in one of her slender hands, gazing at it, examining every detail, every fold of my foreskin, inspecting the sensitive frenulum and the veins lightly visible under the skin of my shaft. I could feel her breath on it. "Sorry," she said, "I've never seen one this close."
I was lying on my back, my cock erect and pointing upwards towards my face. The beautiful oriental virgin was leaning over me, supporting herself on her left elbow, with her right hand between my cock and my body, holding it with her thumb on the other side, the underside, gently gripping it. She leaned forward and lightly kissed the frenulum, then looked up at me. She poked her tongue out and lapped gently at my dick, softly licking it from half-way up the shaft where her thumb was, up to the tip. It tickled slightly as she licked it several times while maintaining eye contact.
She looked down at my crotch as she took the head of my cock into her mouth for the first time. It was not just the first time my cock had been in Katie's mouth, but the first time that this gorgeous girl had tasted dick at all. Swirling her tongue around my bell end, she looked up at me again. I reached down and rested my left hand softly on the back of her head, noticing that my wedding ring was still on my fourth finger. For a moment I wondered whether it was more disrespectful to my marriage to leave it on, or to take it off. I decided to leave it on - after all, I wasn't trying to replace Anne with a new relationship - I was just performing a favour for a friend. I couldn't help it that this particular favour felt so good.
Katie moved her head up slightly, the end of my cock slipping out of her mouth and said, "it doesn't taste like what I expected."
Looking down I hinted, "while you're talking, you could try using your hands. What did you expect it to taste like?"
"Oh, sorry," said Katie and she started slowly stroking my cock between her thumb and fingers. "I don't know, but I didn't expect it to taste good. It's nice and salty."
"Umm... thanks," I said, stroking Katie's long, black, damp hair. Katie stopped wanking me and looked down again as she took my cock head into her mouth again and started lightly toying with the frenulum with her wet tongue. I pushed down very gently on her head, not to force her down further on my dick, but to give her an indication that I wanted her to. She took a couple more inches into her warm mouth, her tongue stroking the length that was inside her.
She wrapped her hand around the bottom half of my shaft, gripping it tightly. "Not so tight," I said.
"Sorry," she said, coming up from my dick and loosening her grip.
"Don't worry," I said, guiding her head back to my cock. Still holding the bottom half of my cock in her hand, and keeping eye contact, she took the tip into her mouth again, sucking gently and started to raise and lower her head on my cock. I looked down at her and smiled encouragingly, watching my cock sliding into and out of her lips. "Try with your hand at the same time," I said, "and let some of your saliva drip down onto your hand."
She lifted her head and let a large drop of spit drip down onto her hand. She started sucking again and moving her hand up and down with her head. In just a few minutes Katie had gone from a complete blowjob novice to giving really good head. As she sucked on my cock, her saliva lubricated my shaft, making her fingers glide as she moved her fist up and down my length. She pumped and bobbed up and down rhythmically and deliberately, gazing up at me with a happy expression on her face - as close as she could get to a smile with a mouth full of cock - like to suck my dick was the highest honour in the world.
I softly stroked her long black hair and looked down at her, while she slowly fellated me. I started to feel myself drawing towards climax and thought I'd like to prolong this experience a while longer. "Why don't you come back up here and let me kiss you?" I asked. Katie crawled back up to meet me face to face and we locked lips again. As we kissed, I reached down to place her hand back on my crotch, her palm resting on the base of my shaft, with her fingers on my balls. I rested my hand on top of hers. She didn't stroke my cock, and I didn't want her to - just holding it delicately like this would be plenty to keep me aroused.
While her tongue lovingly caressed the inside of my mouth, I rested my other hand on one of her breasts, cupping it softly. Katie's almond-shaped eyes opened wide, surprised, although she seemed to be pleased. The nipple pressed against my palm as I squeezed her tit gently. I felt the threat of impending climax receding, though of course, was still very turned on.
We kissed passionately for several minutes, her hand lightly held on my balls, and mine squeezing her breast. I raised my hand, letting go of her breast, and pressed down on her shoulders. She understood the signal and crawled down my body again and resumed sucking me off. This time, while she sucked, bobbing her head up and down on the end of my cock, she cupped my balls in her hand.
Like last time, she was still only taking about half the length of my shaft into her mouth and I was eager for her to take me in deeper. I didn't expect her to deep throat me, given that it was her first blow job, but I wanted to be as far inside her mouth as she could comfortably handle. Each time she went down, I pushed firmly but gently down on the back of her head. With each bob, her lips moved slightly further down my dick. Soon my dick was all but a couple of inches into her mouth, and I could feel that the head was reaching the back of her mouth. I would have liked to thrust in further, but held back, not wanting to alarm my novice lover.
Again, I started to feel the distant indications that climax was on its way. "A bit faster," I suggested, "please." And Katie stepped up her speed and started sucking slightly harder. Her lips slid up and down my shaft, slick from her own saliva, moving down to a few centimetres from the base of my cock and back up until only the head remained in her mouth, then turning back to swallow most of my cock before resuming their journey.
"I'm going to cum soon," I announced. The beautiful Asian virgin looked up at me as she started sucking even harder and moving faster still, our eyes connecting. In just a few more seconds I was close to eruption. "Oh, God," I moaned, and I felt a wave of release hit my balls. Katie's eyes lit up with surprise, as my thick white cream shot into her mouth. I sighed and whispered, "keep going," in case she was in any doubt.
She kept sucking, sending ecstatic shivers down my spine. My dick lost some of its hardness, but stayed relatively erect, Jessica's pills working their magic. After half a minute or so of gentle sucking, my orgasm had mostly subsided, and I asked her to come back up. We lay beside each other, my arm under the nape of her neck, and kissed gently on the lips. "So, not too bad?" I asked.
"Considering it was supposed to be for your enjoyment, not mine, it was actually quite fun," Katie said. We turned on to our sides to face one another and hugged each other close, my mostly-erect cock pressed up against her shaved pussy and her bosom against my chest, smiling and looking into each others' eyes.
"And the cum?" I asked.
"Delicious!" Katie giggled.
After a few minutes of kissing, stroking Katie's waist, hips and thigh, I got up to fetch us each another vodka and orange. I handed Katie her glass and took a sip. "You said before," I said, "that you weren't sure you'd ever had an orgasm."
"I'm pretty sure I haven't," Katie said, "but I suppose I could have had one without knowing what it was."
"Oh, if you'd had one, you'd know about it," I laughed. "So I think it's time to rectify this injustice. Before we have sex, I want to make sure you've had a few orgasms. You're 24 - you've been legal for eight years now - I think I should give you eight orgasms before we go any further."
"Eight?!"
"Yes," I continued. "In my experience, after two or three, you'll want to have sex, so I thought these might be a fun way of controlling your passions," I said while pulling the handcuffs out of my bag.
"OK, you're the expert," said Katie, finishing the last of her drink. She lay back and I circled the bed, cuffing her right hand to the bed head, then her right foot to the wooden foot of the bed, then repeating the process with her left foot and left hand. I looked down at the petite Asian beauty - she had very little scope for moving.
I took one of Anne's scarves out of my bag. "This will help you concentrate on just what you are feeling inside," I said, "and not be distracted by the things in the room, by the situation we're in." I wrapped the scarf around her eyes, securing it behind her head. "You can pretend I'm someone else if you like - pretend you're being given an orgasm be your fantasy man. Can you see anything?"
"No," she replied, "pitch black. And I won't be thinking about anyone other than you."
"And if you want to moan, or scream, don't worry. This is a well-built old hotel, and I don't think the sounds will carry through the walls." Much.
I collected the fifth camera, holding it in my left hand, to film the action in detail. Katie lay in front of me, blindfolded, naked and handcuffed to the bed, her legs spread wide apart, her bald pussy lips on display and her pointy little breasts poking up from her chest. With her limbs spread out over all four corners of the bed, there wasn't much room to lie beside her, so I knelt between her legs and leant over her. My cock was hanging a couple of inches above her pussy, but I resisted the temptation to penetrate her straight away.
I reached up to her left wrist with my right hand touching it lightly, and running it slowly down her arm, to her arm pit. She squirmed and grinned as my light touch tickled under her arm. She giggled as my hand continued down her side, coming to rest on her hip. I walked my fingers towards her pussy and she stopped giggling, becoming serious.
For the first time, I was properly able to feel her sweet pussy. I rested my forefinger at the top of her slit and started slowly stroking it up and down her vulva. I zoomed the camera in, so that just her pussy and my finger were in frame. Her skin felt perfectly smooth - she'd done a good job shaving. Her pussy was dry, but I was sure I'd be able to fix that.
I licked my finger, tasting a faint pussy flavour and returned it to its work. Katie started breathing faster as I felt the first hint of moisture on her pussy, near the opening of her vagina. I used my finger to spread her pussy juice along the length of her slit, up to the button of her clitoris. I rubbed her own moisture into her clit, before returning my finger to the source of her juices to "refill" and continue moistening her vulva. I made sure not to penetrate her at all, concentrating my attention exclusively on the exterior of her sweet cunt.
After a minute or two of slowly running my finger from her vagina to her clit, her entire vulva felt slick. She started breathing faster and deeper. "Mmmm..." she moaned, enjoying the new experience. I kept rubbing, sliding my single finger between her delicate lips, my touch light, but with steady pressure. The sweet aroma of her pussy was now starting to waft its way up to my nose. I moved my finger in time with her breathing - faster, faster. "Ohh!" she cried and I felt her pussy shiver with its first orgasm. "Oh, wow!" she sighed moving her arms as if she wanted to grab at her cunt, but being frustrated by the handcuffs, "mmm, yes."
I slowed my finger down, concentrating on her pussy lips, and allowing her sensitive clit some time to recover. I flicked the camera off and put it down. I reasoned that the other four cameras, one mounted on the bed head, another on the bed side table, one on the chair at the side of the bed and the last mounted near the TV in the corner above, should be enough to capture most of the action, albeit not as well as the beautiful close-ups I was getting from the handheld, but I wanted to keep my hands free for as much of this experience as possible.
Stopping stroking Katie's pussy for a moment, I repositioned myself on the bed, so that my head was nearer her sweet cunt. With a wooden foot at the end of the bed, this was not especially comfortable, my rock hard cock pressed against the wood. But I valued the chance to suck that juicy pussy ahead of my own comfort. I supported myself on both elbows, my forearms reaching up under Katie's slender thighs to hold her by the waist.
With my face just inches above her vulva, I could smell her cum strongly. I lowered my head, breathing in her scent and kissed her gently on the clit. I kissed her again, slightly lower, and again, kissing my way down towards the opening of her vagina. When I reached her virgin slit, I licked upwards, slowly up towards her clit. The taste was strongly salty, almost tangy, with a hint of sugary sweetness and perhaps a faint flavour of soap. Reaching her clitoris, I flicked at it with my tongue a few times and then pressed my open lips against the area, sucking gently on it. I lapped gently at her smooth shaven pussy lips, each lick starting near her slit and following her silky labia up to flick her clit before starting anew near her vaginal opening again.
Katie was starting to breathe deeply again - I could tell that her second orgasm was going to come quicker than the first one did. I pulled her from behind, pulling her pussy closer to me, and sucked at her vaginal opening with my open mouth, moving my tongue in circles around the narrow entrance, but being careful not to penetrate her virginal passageway. She moaned quietly while her warm salty juices mingled with my saliva. I started licking her labia again, and "biting" her clit with my lips (not my teeth!).
Suddenly Katie thrust her hips forward, arching off the bed, pushing her cunt into my face. I sucked hard on her clitoris, while Katie held her breath, close to orgasm, and in a few seconds she came again, screaming. Her knees buckled and her bum fell back down to the bed.
She sighed with relief and exhaustion as I finished licking her cunt and came up for air. I sat beside her near the head of the bed, giving her delicate pussy a little time to recover. Katie was still blind folded and I couldn't resist leaning over to kiss her lovingly. She almost seemed surprised when she tasted her salty juices on me, but kissed back passionately, her tongue swirling around my mouth.
I stood beside the bed, reaching over and removed her blind fold. "That was... that was... wow," she said, her calm and steady voice not reflecting the surprise and joy that underlay her inability to find the right words.
I folded a pillow in half to give it extra height and pushed it under her head, propping it up so that she had a good view of her body. "I want you to be able to see the next bit," I explained. I went back to my somewhat uncomfortable position at the end of the bed.
Looking up at Katie, while she gazed down at me, I kissed her gently on the clit. I reached up to her face offering my forefinger and middle finger. "Suck them," I said. She leaned forward slightly, taking both fingers all the way into her mouth and sucked, swirling her tongue around and between them, getting them nice and wet, which is what I wanted.
I took my fingers back and placed them near her vaginal opening. I looked up at her while I traced circles around the entrance to her virginal hole. Katie smiled, realising what was going to happen. Slowly I inserted the tips of my two fingers into her vagina - just the tips, not even as far as the first knuckle. She was warm inside, very warm, and still wet from her second orgasm.
I patiently worked my fingers further into her. She was tight, but still moist, so my probing fingers found little resistance, but still I slid them in slowly, aiming to prolong the experience for her. While I was penetrating her, I stared up at her lovely dark brown eyes and she gazed back at me, with a mixture of happiness and fascination, smiling widely. It must have been more than a minute before I was finally all the way in - not only was I both blocked from going in any further by the fact that I'd reached the end of my fingers, and my hand was now up against her vulva, but also because the tips of my fingers had made it all the way to the back of her vagina, resting against her firm, spongy cervix.
I was the first - the first person, other than Katie herself, to experience her wonderful cunt, to feel her tight pussy walls pressed up against my fingers. I wiggled the tips of my fingers around a little, feeling around her interior, and then slowly withdrew my fingers. Not as slowly as they'd gone in, but taking several seconds. When they were out, I glanced down at them, coated in her moisture, before quickly sucking them clean. I looked up at her and smiled. Just as I was about to start fingering her again, she asked, "what do I taste like?" looking worried suddenly.
"Do you want a lick?" I asked.
"No, I mean I could taste it when we kissed before," she clarified, "but... compared to other girls?"
"Your pussy is a treat for the eyes and the mouth," I said, exuding hyperbole. She grinned. "But seriously," I added, "you've got nothing to worry about in that department." I wasn't lying. Her pussy was like a delicate pink flower, an exotic sweet-smelling orchid; its tiny folds of skin concealing the entrance to a warm, tight and inviting cunt.
On that note, I slid my two fingers back up her and this time also started to flick at her clit with my tongue. I kissed it and sucked on it gently. I rested my little finger, and that finger beside my little finger that doesn't really have a name, on her perineum, while starting to slide my other two fingers slowly in and out of her vagina. Her tight cunt walls pressed against my fingers from all sides, but the lubrication from her previous two orgasms allowed them to slip in and out effortlessly. I glanced up at her occasionally and each time saw her gazing back happily.
As her cunt got wetter, I started to pick up a bit of speed both with my fingers and my tongue. Katie started rocking her hips slightly, in sync with my fingering. As I slipped in, she'd rock forward, pushing me deeper into her tight little cunt, and as I pulled out, she'd rock away. Drops of her lubrication were running down my fingers and onto my hand and the bed. I glanced up to see her still staring down at me - my face full of her pussy - with a look of fascination, no longer grinning, but biting her lower lip. She was breathing heavily through her nose. My hand was thrusting fast and hard, and it wasn't long before Katie came again.
She closed her eyes and threw her head back, pushing her cunt forwards onto my fingers. "Yes!" she cried. The walls of her pussy contracted, gripping around my fingers almost as tightly as a fist would - I was looking forward to fucking that tight little cunt. I stopped moving my hand, leaving my fingers inside her to feel her pussy muscles moving around them. As her orgasm began to subside, I started slowly sliding my fingers in and out again, causing Katie to shiver. I took my fingers out and licked them clean again.
I kissed her pussy gently and then came back up to sit beside her on the bed. Katie had her eyes closed and looked relaxed and very satisfied. I softly stroked her hair. Her forehead was covered in little beads of sweat. Was I falling for her? No, this had to just be about the sex - it could never be about anything else. I couldn't let it.
"OK," I said, after she'd opened her eyes and looked up at me, "little change of position now." I removed the pillow from under her head, walked over to the foot of the bed, and unfastened the handcuffs from the wooden bed frame. "You're going to need to be a little bendy." I raised Katie's legs in the air and then cuffed her ankles to her wrists, so that her bum and cunt were sticking up in the air and her legs were wide apart. Being a keen swimmer, she was fairly flexible. Nonetheless, I asked if she was OK like that and she nodded.
I went to my bag to retrieve the dildos, love egg and the lube. I put the dildos down on the desk and took the lid off the lube. I punctured the foil seal and smeared a little lube on the plastic egg before walking back to the bed. Now that Katie was bent over double, there was plenty of room on the mattress for me, and I didn't have to awkwardly cope with the wooden foot of the bed.
I leaned over and gently kissed Katie's pussy, my tongue tracing a circle around the opening of her slit. She looked excited when I placed the egg near the entrance to her vagina. I pushed the egg in fairly deep and gave her a minute to get used to the feeling of the smooth plastic device inside her. I turned up the dial to a gentle hum and asked, "do you like it?"
"Hmmm... interesting," she replied, "but nice."
"It's more than nice," I said, "just wait... you'll see."
With the love egg working its magic, I probably wouldn't need to do much work to bring Katie to orgasm - I could just enjoy myself, playing with Katie's highly exposed pussy and rear end. I started flicking her clit with my tongue, then worked my way down her labia until I reached the opening of her cunt. I licked around the entrance, avoiding the wire trailing out of it.
I dialled up the power on the egg and turned my attention to her perineum - the small stretch of sensitive skin between the vagina and anus. While the egg buzzed inside her pussy, I licked this area rapidly and repeatedly. She squirmed slightly as I quickly flicked my tongue up and down.
I returned to her clit and repeated my exploration of her labia, vagina and perineum, but this time I didn't stop there, continuing further to her tight, puckered anus. Glad I'd convinced Katie to give herself an enema, I kissed her lightly on the butt-hole. I ramped up the power on the love egg to about 50% - quite a strong vibration now - and started tracing circles around her anus with my tongue. My gorgeous oriental lover was breathing heavily now, the love egg doing its trick.
I pressed the tip of my tongue against her tight arse-hole and started trying to push it in. I managed to force it about an inch into her clean, tight little butt. Any further would have been impossible - I'm not Gene Simmons! I started slowly butt-fucking Katie with my tongue, and then turned the power on the love egg up to almost full.
Within seconds of this, I felt Katie move her legs, trying to straighten them, and heard the chains of the handcuffs clink. She cried, "ohhh," as she came for the fourth time. I considered turning the love egg up to full, but decided it was pointless now that she'd reached climax - I'd save the experience of full power for later. I stopped tongue-fucking her arse and sucked hard on her clit, causing her to moan with pleasure, as I slowly turned the dial down.
I left Katie for a couple of minutes to recover, the egg still buried in her pussy, but switched off now. Sitting with her bent double in front of me, her cute arse and pussy pointing up at me, I was starting to regret that eight orgasms promise - I was only half way through, but I was desperate to fuck her silly. I pulled the cord on the love egg, and it slipped out of her pussy, covered in her cum. I decided to get started with orgasm number five.
I extended my middle finger and slipped it into Katie's pussy, coating it with her juices. I took my finger out and replaced it with the small blue vibrator, switching it on. This vibrator wasn't anywhere near as powerful as the egg, but Katie's pussy was pretty sensitive by now, so I figured that it wouldn't take much to bring her to orgasm now.
While the vibrator hummed quietly, I placed the tip of my wet finger at the opening of her arse-hole, then pushed it in, up to the first knuckle. Katie let out a surprised, "ooh," but didn't complain, so I started slowly finger-fucking her butt, starting with just the tip of my finger, but with each stroke going just a few millimetres deeper. As I butt-fucked her manually, she moaned, "mmm".
I bent down and started sucking her clit again - teasing it with my tongue while still fingering her tight anus. With my other hand, I reached forward to hold her left breast, kneeding it with my fingers. I recognised that she was drawing close to orgasm when she started panting for breath. I sucked hard and started ramming my finger quickly in and out of her arse. She soon had a screaming orgasm, her sphincter clamping around my finger. I took out the little vibrator and lapped up the juices from her pussy.
Katie whimpered when I took my finger out of her bum. The finger looked remarkably clean and I sucked it to taste. It tasted virtually of nothing - Katie had done a good job cleaning out her pipes. "I need a break," she said. After a pause, she continued, "don't get me wrong - that was fantastic. I'm just so worn out!"
"OK," I said, and fetched the handcuffs key from the side of the bed and unfastened her legs first, and then her wrists. She sat up in bed and I went to the fridge and took out two of the Red Bulls. I handed her one and opened one for myself, taking a big gulp.
"I've never tried one of these before," she said, nodding towards the can.
"Well, then today is a day of firsts for you," I laughed. "Go on, have some, it will perk you up a bit."
She took a sip and grimaced. "What's that supposed to be?! Cherry?" she asked.
"I don't know. I don't think it's supposed to be anything really," I replied. "Just drink it." She gulped down the rest of the can quickly.
When we'd finished our drinks, we both lay back on the bed facing each other. The effects of the alcohol had mostly worn off, but we were beyond the point of inhibitions. I slipped my arm under her neck, embracing her and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. She kissed me back passionately. I ran my other hand down her body from her shoulder to her hip, caressing her subtle curves. I broke off from our kiss and pushed gently on her hip, turning her over so that we were spooning.
With my left arm still under her neck, my left hand now had easy access to her chest, and I rested it on her right breast. We nestled in close together, my rock-hard dick resting in her butt-crack. With my right hand, I brushed her long hair aside before kissing the back of her slender neck.
Then I reached forward, stroking my right hand along Katie's right arm, from the shoulder, down to her hand and resting my hand on the back of hers. I guided her hand down to her pussy and rubbed her fingers over her clit. She got the idea and started playing with her sweet little cunt, while my hand lay gently on top of hers, so that I could feel her rubbing her own pussy.
I squeezed her breasts gently while she masturbated. She was beginning to find her own pace - the best speed, strength and rhythm to get herself off. I withdrew my hand from hers and slipped it behind her, between our bodies, and between her legs from behind, parting her thighs slightly to obtain access to her cunt from another angle. I could feel her fingers rubbing her clit while I slipped my thumb into her warm, wet vagina.
I kissed her ear and neck, while pumping my thumb in and out of her hole, and fondling her tits with my other hand. She was breathing deeply and rubbing hard and fast. I sucked on her right ear lobe and she sighed when I gently bit it. Her left hand was now on top of mine, pushing my hand harder on her breast. I tweaked her nipple while I sucked on the side of her neck and thrust my thumb deep into her pussy.
Katie moaned and changed her masturbation technique, abandoning her clit to slip a finger into her vagina where it joined my thumb inside her. I took my hand away from her cunt, leaving that responsibility to her now, and grabbed at her other breast with it. She shifted her legs a bit to give herself better access to her pussy, plunging into it with two and then three fingers. She was breathing quickly and deeply, nearly ready to cum.
She pushed three fingers into her pussy one last time, having her sixth orgasm of the evening. I wrapped my arms around her chest, pulling her against my body tight. I imagined that she could feel her pussy muscles contracting around her fingers.
I hugged Katie tight while she rested after her first successful masturbation session. My erect cock was still nestled between her butt cheeks and I was very tempted to stick it between her legs right then and pump away inside her, but I wanted to keep my promise to give her eight orgasms before we had sex.
I let go of Katie and stood up, retrieving the love egg and vibrator from the side of the bed. Katie rolled onto her back and smiled at me. "Two more, right?" she said. I nodded and crouched on the bed between her legs.
I wiped the egg on my oriental lover's wet pussy, getting it slick with her juices. I placed its end against her tight puckered anus and pushed gently. With a little pressure, the end started to work its way into her back passage. Once the widest part of the egg-shaped toy was inside her, the rest slipped in effortlessly, the vibrator disappearing up her tight arse, leaving only the wire to the control box hanging out.
I switched on the egg to about half power, which for this powerful toy was still a very firm vibration. "Oooh," Katie squealed, raising her eyebrows. I could hear a gentle hum coming from inside her when I bent down and kissed her clit. I switched on the little blue vibrator and pushed it up her vagina. While both toys buzzed inside her, I started gently sucking and flicking her clit, my hands cupping her butt cheeks, raising her pussy into my face.
I looked up at Katie while I licked her salty clit and our eyes met. With one hand, I turned up the egg to full power and she threw her head back moaning. With my other hand nestled under her bum, I could feel its powerful movement just slightly vibrating her buttocks. If I could feel it from the outside, it must have felt very strong inside her.
My hot virgin partner was kneading her breasts while the toys were vibrating inside her. I was grabbing her butt while I sucked hard on her clit. She panted and moaned with pleasure and reached down with one hand to shove my face hard into her pussy. I understood that she was going to cum again soon. I let go of her buttocks and picked myself up. With one hand I started fucking her with the blue vibrator, while my other hand got to work rubbing her clit vigorously.
Katie came hard, screaming, arching her back and thrusting her pussy upwards. She shut her legs together and I tossed aside the blue vibrator, but kept my other hand between her tightly clamped thighs. I turned the egg's power right down until it was just a very gentle rumble. I continued rubbing her clit hard with my hand for about ten seconds, before she squirmed and pulled my hand away from her sensitive pussy.
We lay on the bed beside each other for a few minutes without saying anything. I listened to her breathing - to begin with she was panting and exhausted from her orgasm, but eventually her breathing settled down to normal. "I need to go to the loo," I said and went to the bathroom. I had to fight against my erection for a couple of minutes to pee.
When I came back out, I was surprised to see that Katie had handcuffed both her wrists to the bed posts. It took me a few seconds to realise that, no, that's not impossible to do. I thought it was really hot that she'd decided to do that herself. The cord from the love egg was still trailing out from behind her and I decided to get started on giving Katie her eighth orgasm.
I picked up the other two pairs of cuffs and fastened them to her ankles, attaching them back up to her wrists, giving me easy access to her cunt and rear end. I fetched the skin-coloured dildo from the bag and the blue vibrator from the floor. "OK, are you ready?" I asked.
Katie nodded and I knelt on the bed. I smeared a little lube onto the vibrator and positioned its pointed tip at the puckered little opening of her butt. I pushed gently but firmly and it started to slip in. It went in an inch and then it made contact with the egg which was still in there from before. I kept going and it went in another inch, pushing the egg in even further, and then I felt a little resistance.
I leant over and sucked gently on her clit. She started smiling as I licked her salty, wet pussy. I pushed gently on the vibrator and now that she was relaxed, it slid in more easily, another inch and a half until it was almost all the way in, with just the dial at the end still poking out. Katie's ring was stretched very tightly around the circumference of the vibrator - I really hoped that she'd let me stick my cock into that clinging little narrow passageway later on.
I turned the dial on the vibrator up to full. It wasn't a very powerful toy, but I'd use the egg later. I picked up the larger dildo. It was about the size of my dick, skin-coloured and firm with a rubbery surface. I held it in front of Katie's face. "Kiss it," I said. Katie strained her neck forward to kiss its tip.
I smeared a little lube on the head of the dildo and placed it between her pussy lips, looking her in the eye as I eased it in about 6 inches, until it hit the back of her vagina. I started slowly sliding the dildo in and out of Katie's tight pussy, her cunt lips nicely lubricating its rubber shaft. A trickle of her pussy juice ran down her flat stomach and formed a tiny pool between her small tits.
Katie licked her lips and watched, eyes wide open, as I moved the large dildo in and out of her. I kissed her butt cheeks and gave her a playful bite on the bum while I worked the rubber cock in her pussy. The aroma of her pussy juices was irresistible, but I knew I wouldn't have to wait much longer for her eighth orgasm to arrive and for me to finally get a chance to blow my load up her tight little bald cunt.
After I'd turned on the egg to half power, she closed her eyes and moaned loudly. Inside her spotlessly clean back passage, the egg and blue vibrator were humming away at different speeds, no doubt providing an interesting combination of sensations in her bowels. I pushed the power on the egg up steadily, while speeding up my dildo play at her other end. Finally, the dial on the egg wouldn't turn any more, meaning that it was up to full power.
By this point, I was plunging the big dildo into and out of her cunt enthusiastically. Katie was breathing heavily and I could tell she was nearing another orgasm. With the egg already up to full power, I could let go of the control box so I had a hand free. I started to thumb Katie's throbbing pink clit while I pumped her pussy with the rubber cock as hard as I could. She couldn't take any more, and convulsed as a powerful orgasm swept over her body. She screamed as she came, and the little blue pocket vibrator shot out of her arse like a cork out of a champagne bottle, forced out by her sphincter muscles contracting suddenly. She squirmed and the tiny puddle of pussy juice that had formed on her chest ran off to the side, and onto the bed.
Desperate to fuck Katie, I practically ripped the love egg out of her arse after I'd thrown the dildo to the side of the bed. I unfastened the cuffs from her ankles, cursing myself as I fumbled with the keys. Kneeling between her legs, I guided my rock hard dick to her opening and pushed inside. I now regret not taking my time and savouring the occasion, but at that moment I was possessed by an urgent lust, and just wanted to be inside her as quickly as possible.
Within seconds of her ankles being uncuffed, my dick was already buried inside her, its head pressed up against her cervix and its entire shaft being massaged by her hot, wet, muscular pussy, which was still alive with movement from her recent orgasm. I was leaning over her, in missionary position and kissed her on the mouth. She opened her eyes, surprised I think to see that I was already inside her, and kissed me back, passionately. I started moving, drawing my cock out of her slowly, until it was almost out and then moving back in, just as slowly, thrusting gently and carefully, to keep her on the edge of pleasure while we kissed.
She broke away from our kiss to ask, "can you undo my arms?" I'd almost forgotten that Katie was still bound to the bed. I would have to stop fucking her to get up and unfasten the handcuffs, but it was a necessary evil, so I slipped out of her and knelt near the top of the bed to uncuff her. My cock stood proud, glistening with her moisture.
I returned to my previous position and slid into her again. This time I entered more slowly. Her orgasm had now subsided but as her pussy enveloped the head of my cock, it still felt very warm and wet. Although she was tight, she was well lubricated, so I could slide into her pretty pink cunt easily. As I pushed in, I felt each inch of my cock leaving the comparatively cold air of the room and being swallowed by her warm, soft, protecting flesh.
Once I was in, I started slowly thrusting again and leaned in to kiss her. She leaned forward and our mouths melted together. Katie's arms reached around me and pulled me onto her, pulling me in closer. I felt one of her hands reaching down and she grabbed at my buttock, pulling me into her: a non-verbal request for me to go harder and faster.
I supported myself on my elbows, my forearms under her back and my hands firmly holding her shoulders. With my weight now supported primarily by the front of my body, I could move my hips and legs freely and easily. I started fucking her hard and fast, my bollocks slapping against her butt as I moved up and down. Katie moved her tongue around my mouth excitedly and was breathing heavily though her nose. After thirty seconds or so, she broke away from the kiss to breath properly, taking in a gasp of hair. Still fucking her hard, I kissed the side of her neck. I could taste her salty sweat and I worked my way up to her ears. She moaned through her panting as I sucked gently on her ear lobes.
Both her hands were now on my butt, pulling me into her body. As I pounded down onto her, she was thrusting her hips up in synchronisation with me. She suddenly moved one hand to my head, guiding me back to her lips again and kissed me passionately. A second later I understood why, when I felt her pussy muscles clenched around my cock as she came. I almost started to feel the beginnings of an orgasm on the horizon, but these pills were giving me fantastic stamina. I didn't get a chance to see if I could have made it then and there because I soon felt Katie's hands on my hips, indicating that I should slow down.
I stopped moving, but kept my dick inside her, enjoying the feeling of her muscles contracting over and over, squeezing my dick rhythmically, and revelling in the knowledge that it was me who had made it happen, and that I had been the first. I lay on top of Katie, kissing her gently on the neck and face, stroking her hair. After a couple of minutes, her orgasm started to subside, her cunt muscles stopped massaging my cock and she started kissing me back. I could tell that she was ready to continue.
I rolled onto my back, pulling Katie with me, keeping my dick inside her warm pussy. My stunning oriental lover was now on top of me, her long black hair flowing over my neck and chest while our tongues wrestled, our mouths pressed together. Katie's full weight was on me, though she was not heavy: lighter than Anne.
She slid down further onto my cock. In this position, we were able to achieve slightly deeper penetration. I was now all the way inside Katie - every inch of my rock hard shaft had been swallowed into her warm pussy. I felt a tickle as a trickle of her juices roll down my balls, dripping onto the bed below. To get more comfortable, she instinctively moved her knees up beside her, so that she was kneeling over me, but still leaning forward, kissing me.
My gorgeous companion now broke away from our kiss and propped herself up using her hands. I had a glorious view: her face was about a foot above mine; she was smiling down at me, obviously happy with the feel of my dick up her tight pussy; her hair hung down and framed my view of the rest of her body; her neck and chest, glistening with a thin layer of sweat; her tiny tits; her flat, toned stomach with a cute little belly button in the middle; and down lower, at the level where her waist widened into her hips, her delicious bald mount was resting on the bed of my pubes.
I placed a hand on her waist and with the other, reached up and began to play with one of Katie's breasts. Her smile broadened as I cupped it in my palm, gently rubbing the erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She began to slowly rock back and forth on my cock, taking the lead in her first fuck. She was not sliding up and down on my shaft - just rocking, never allowing my dick to come out of her pussy by more than an inch before moving backwards again, taking me back inside her so that my cock head hit the back of her cunt and our pubic bones were pressed together.
After a minute or so, she sat up straighter. Katie was now perched vertically over me, my erect cock buried in her pussy. I couldn't easily reach up to her breasts now, so I slid my hand down her side and to the front, feeling for the little nubbin of her clit. She continued thrusting backwards and forwards with her hips, grinding her crotch against me.
"Why don't you rub your breasts?" I asked and she immediately took up my suggestion. Katie's hands, no longer needed to support herself found their way to her tits and started massaging while she thrust.
As Katie became more aroused she changed her movement. Instead of thrusting back and forth she started bouncing up and down, my dick now slipping half-way out of her as she rose up before being buried back inside her pussy as she came back down. With her bouncing, it was difficult to keep playing with her clit, so I held my enthusiastic lover by the hips instead. Without prompting, she reached down and started masturbating her clitoris herself.
What a splendid sight! The slim Asian beauty was bouncing up and down on my hard cock while rubbing her tits with one hand and her clit with the other, her eyes closed, totally absorbed in her own pleasure.
She moaned, collapsing onto me and started cumming again, her warm pussy clamping around my cock, her little hand still rubbing her cunt while she whined in orgasm. I could feel the beginnings of my own orgasm in the distance, and I wasn't going to let Katie stop.
With a shuffle and a twist, we were at the side of the bed, and I sat up, perched on the edge of the bed, Katie sitting in my lap, facing me, with my cock still inside her pussy. Her orgasm was beginning to subside, but I was determined to make sure that mine didn't.
I wrapped my right arm around her back, supporting her, and put my left hand under her bum, holding her so that I could thrust up into her easily. Katie moaned while I fucked her in the sitting position, and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around my body.
Her tight cunt was still rhythmically clenching and unclenching my cock; she rested her head on my shoulder and I could tell that she was utterly drained. But exhausted though she was, she was also experiencing pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and mustered the energy to start thrusting back at me.
Katie held my head and started kissed me, open mouthed. With my left hand, I reached further under her and started playing with her anus - not going as far as sticking a finger in, but massaging the opening. She clearly liked this as her kiss became even more passionate and excited. She was breathing deeply and loudly through her nose - we both were! - as I kept her on the plateau of another orgasm. With her tight cunt still massaging my dick, I was getting close to mine too.
Soon I could feel a build up of pressure in my balls and was nearly ready to blow my load. For a fleeting moment I wondered about what we were doing about contraception, but when you're that close to orgasm, it's not really possible to hold any sensible thought in your mind for much longer than a quarter of a second.
I grunted as I gave one final massive thrust into Katie, releasing a big load of semen into her cunt. She kept thrusting against my cock, each thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through my loins. After just a few thrusts she cried out in another orgasm and collapsed, resting her head on my shoulder, while her cunt muscles milked every drop of jism out of my sensitive cock.
I lay back on the bed, my legs still dangling off the side and Katie lay on top of me. Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep.
I opened my eyes drearily, and wondered what time it was. While I'd been asleep, Katie had rolled off me and was now lying on the bed, while I still had my legs dangling off the edge. Katie was lying on her side with her pussy almost in front of my face. There was a dried up trickle of cum down the front of her thigh. She was gorgeous, lying there dozing with such an angelic face; looking so innocent, but resting after her first ever fuck.
I wondered what the time was - I was hoping we'd still have time for plenty more sex. I raised my head to see the radio alarm clock on the bed-side table behind her. Shit! It was 8:30 - we must have slept all night! I forced myself out of bed and strolled to the window, peeking out of the curtains. It didn't really seem light enough to be 8:30. Returning to the bed, I took a closer look at the alarm clock and was relieved to see that it had a small "pm" indicator lit up - we'd only been asleep for a couple of hours. I got back into bed and snuggled up behind Katie in the spoons position, and she started to stir.
"How long have we been asleep?" she asked after a few minutes.
"About two hours," I replied, stroking her head.
"Good," she giggled, "I'm still not finished with you." She turned around to face me and we kissed. My erection was already starting to return. I grabbed Katie's arse and pulled her close to me, my semi-hard cock pressed up against her crotch and stomach. Katie reached down, slipping her arm between us, to cup my balls in her hand.
My other hand, trapped between our bodies and with very few other places to go, reached up to one of Katie's breasts, and cupped it, her small mound fitting neatly into my palm. I could tell that she liked it from how her tongue moved in response while we kissed, so I squeezed gently and began to fondle her breast.
I slid the hand which I had on Katie's bum further along, wedging it into her butt crack. In response, she slipped her right leg up slightly, parting her legs to give me better access to her rear end. I reached further down, finding her tightly puckered hole, but that wasn't what I was looking for right now. Instead I rubbed Katie's perineum - the area between her anus and her no-longer-virgin pussy. While we'd slept, most of the juices and cum that had been freely flowing as we'd fucked had dried up, and Katie was now barely even sticky, but after a few minutes of breast fondling, kissing and perineum rubbing, she started to get wet again and I could feel that Katie was almost ready for some more.
As was I - although Katie hadn't been rubbing my cock, the light tough of her hand on my balls, combined with my thoughts about what we'd done, what we were doing, and what we were going to do, and perhaps the residual effects of those pills, was more than enough to bring my dick back to life.
"I want to try it," Katie said mysteriously, breaking away from our kiss.
"Try what?" I asked, still rubbing away.
"Anal," she replied, "but quick, before I sober up and change my mind." With that, she rolled over onto her front, her cute perky butt now inches away from my throbbing cock. I was quite sure that the alcohol had already worn off, but if she felt she needed to use that as justification, I wasn't going to question her.
"Let's do it face to face though," I suggested, relishing the idea of watching her expression as her poop shoot was violated for the first time.
She rolled back around and asked, "OK, what do I have to do?"
"Just lie back and relax," I said. I edged my way down the bed, resuming the position I'd been in when I was licking her out. This time my tongue had a different target though, as I knew I'd have to loosen her up first.
Her anus twitched when I first flicked it with my tongue. The hole was nice and clean, and any remaining musty smell was masked by the salty smell of her pretty shaven pussy nearby. I had already raised Katie's legs, giving me full access to her rear. I slipped a couple of fingers into her moist cunt and started fingering her. Meanwhile I reached up, finding her hand and placing it near her clit. Katie understood my signal and started playing with her clitoris while I fingered her and licked her arsehole.
I had a perfect view of Katie's pussy while my two fingers slipped in and out of her cunt. Close up I watched as her sticky juices (and probably some of mine) coated the length of my fingers. Near the entrance, Katie's own hand concentrated on the hard button of her clitoris, slowly rubbing it with a circular motion. I lapped at her anus a few times and, getting more daring, held my tongue as rigidly as possible and pushed it against the puckered brown hole. The tip slipped in about a centimetre without much difficulty, but that was about as far as I could go - there's a limit to how far I can stick out my tongue; and my own nose and her butt cheeks also provided obstacles to deeper penetration. I tongue-fucked Katie's arse in this manner maybe ten or fifteen times until my tongue got tired and then switched back to just licking the opening.
I could tell that Katie was starting to relax, so decided to get the lube. From our play with dildos, I knew that Katie could handle something stiff up her back passage, but my dick was a couple of inches longer and quite a bit thicker than the small vibrator that she'd had up there before. I smeared the shaft and head of my cock with some of the lubrication. It felt cold against my skin.
I knelt by Katie's bum. She was still rubbing her clit and had now started fingering inside her cunt as well. Katie was smiling, as usual, and I nodded to her to indicate that I was ready. She nodded back, so I started. I positioned my dick's swollen tip against the tight puckered opening of Katie's anus and pushed. I watched her little opening stretch to accommodate my cock head and saw Katie's expression turn from a smile to one of discomfort. "Wait," she said, once my dick was in about an inch, the head in completely but the shaft protruding from her butt like a stick in a lollipop. "Stop," she said, so I stopped going any further, but kept my cock inside her, allowing her to get used to its girth.
Frankly, I needed time to adjust to it as well: Katie's little anus was very tight. In recent years, the only arse I'd been inside was Anne's, which was tight, but comfortably so. Katie was only slightly tighter, but that little extra bit of constriction was enough to make it a less comfortable experience.
Katie kept playing with her clit, and once she seemed comfortable again, I started pushing in slowly. Although the passageway was tight, the lubrication helped me slide my cock in smoothly and soon I had a good two or three inches of my cock up her bum. I pulled out by about an inch and then pushed forward an inch and a bit, and through a repeated gentle in and out movement, managed to work my dick about 5 inches into her beautiful butt. After that I felt a little resistance, so I decided not to try pushing any further inside for now.
With my cock buried half-way into her arse, I leaned forward and kissed the lovely Katie passionately on the lips. I could feel the back of her hand against the lower part of my stomach as she masturbated herself. With her other hand, she was kneading at her breasts. While we kissed, I could feel her sphincter relaxing, making my dick a little more comfortable.
I broke away from our kiss, craning my neck to be able to lick one of Katie's small breasts. I circled the little, rock hard nipple with my tongue and gently sucked on Katie's tit. My beautiful lover was panting heavily. Katie had moved on from her clitoris and was now plunging three fingers into her pussy, finger-fucking herself with a steadily increasing rhythm, about to bring herself to another orgasm. I moved up from her breasts to kiss her on the mouth, muffling her moans as she started to come. As Katie climaxed, I felt her anus clench around my cock, and remembered how that little vibrator had shot out of her bum when she'd orgasmed before, pushed out by the sudden tightness of her back passage.
I used Katie's orgasm as an opportunity to slide further inside her, and with one more movement, my dick was in up to the hilt. As Katie felt my cock finally reaching the deeper parts of her bowels, I could feel her try to gasp while we kissed. Her tongue started exploring my mouth with more vigour and passion - I don't know whether it was because of the excitement of having a dick so deep in her back passage, or because of her recent climax, but probably it was a combination of the two.
Katie had stopped masturbating now, her pussy very sensitive after her orgasm. She placed her wet hand on one of my buttocks and started pulling me towards her over and over, prompting me to start thrusting. I broke off our kiss, and propped myself up: a better driving position. Remembering how much work I'd had to do to get into it, I withdrew my member only an inch or so before slipping it back into her tight hole.
I continued like this, slowing building up speed, and gradually daring to pull my cock withdraw my cock two inches, then half way and even further, until eventually I was moving pretty quickly, pulling my cock almost all the way out, leaving just its head within her tight ring, before thrusting all the way into her.
Katie had seemed a little uncomfortable with anal to begin with, but that was just a memory now. With one hand still on my bum, she was kneading her breast with the other. Her head was rolled back on the pillow, her eyes closed. Katie's long black hair was sprawled over the pillow in disarray. The oriental beauty was biting her lips to stifle moans of pleasure while I fucked her harder and harder up the arse.
Very few women can cum from anal stimulation alone, so I thought it might be nice to try fingering Katie's clit for her, but in this position I needed both hands to support myself. A change of position so that she was on top would be almost impossible without pulling out, so that was what would have to happen. "Change of position," I announced, and pulled out of Katie's bum.
I lied back on the bed, my head at the wrong end, not that it mattered much. "Climb on," I said and Katie complied. She knelt over me, straddling my hips, returning to a position she'd been in a couple of hours ago. Easing back onto my dick, I felt the tip pressing against her anus, but instead of popping in, it slipped and the head went into her moist pussy. She rose slightly, getting ready to try again. "Guide it in with your hands," I suggested. Katie reached behind her with her left hand, taking my dick and holding it steady like an old pro while she eased back. This time, my cock found the correct target and the head slid into her tight back passage.
She settled down so that my shaft was all the way inside, with her little butt cheeks against my groin. I'd been fucking Katie quite rigorously when I'd been on top, but now it was her turn to set the pace. Leaning forward and supporting herself on her hands, she started slowly sliding up my erect pole. Half way up, she reversed direction and came back down, again burying my dick as far into her anus as it would go. She repeated this motion a few times before seeming to gain confidence and pick up speed.
It was about this time that I remembered why I'd wanted to change position to begin with. I reached down to her pretty little pussy. As I softly stroked her clit, her rectal muscles clenched and quivered around me. I lovingly attended to her tiny button, stroking it only very gently. Soon, her breathing fell in time with my caresses.
Katie leaned in towards me and kissed me passionately. She pressed her pussy down harder against my fingers, but I moved them back a little, so that my strokes remained light, keeping her pleasure distant.
My gorgeous partner straightened herself up, so that she was perched on me at a right angle. Her long, dark hair jumped around her as she bounced up and down on me enthusiastically, the movement of her tiny tits providing a lovely display. I rewarded her by turning a couple of my fingers upwards to penetrate her pussy, so that each time her body lowered, not only was her arse impaled on my pole, but also her cunt on my fingers.
Katie started kneading at her small breasts and her breathing became harder, faster and more laboured. Impaling herself doubly on my cock and conveniently placed fingers, she had brought herself almost to the point of orgasm. Despite my initial discomfort with Katie's very tight back passage, I too was starting to think climax an achievable goal, but I seemed to be somewhat behind Katie's own schedule.
A minute later, when she cried out in ecstasy, her excited sphincter clamped even tighter around me. The walls of her bowel massaged my shaft as she sat down on me, burying my dick as deeply inside her as she could. I felt her vagina clenching onto my fingers at the same time. She allowed one of her hands to move down from her breasts to her clitoris, and she gently brushed the little erect button. She shivered with delight, breathing a sigh of relief.
She had stopped her bouncing movements when she came, allowing her to relish her orgasm with tranquil consideration. I felt proud of her for having learnt to control her pleasure, but this cessation of activity - albeit hopefully temporary - pushed me further from my own climax. By stopping when she came, and not considering whether her partner might want to keep going, Katie had committed a sexual faux pas, but she was very new to this, so I didn't mention it. I allowed her a couple of minutes to regain her composure and open her eyes.
With my dick still rock hard up her bum, I made a suggestion: "Katie, do you want to try swivelling around so that you're facing my feet?" She took me very literally, attempting to turn around without taking my cock out of her, but this didn't really work and she ended up standing up on the bed and changing position. I noticed the cleanliness of my dick - she must have done a thorough job preparing for this earlier - I don't think she could ever have really been in two minds about whether to go ahead with anal sex.
Soon her beautiful body was perched above me, facing towards the end of the bed; towards the unplugged television and the rolling video camera that was borrowing its electrical socket. I watched as for the second time she lowered her buttocks onto my erect penis, this time guiding it in with her hand. While it was still a tight squeeze, Katie's muscles were now more relaxed - more experienced at allowing a foreign object to penetrate her there - so my dick slid in without fuss: the head first, followed by the shaft, inch by inch, until it was completely inside.
She started rising and falling on me. What was she doing with her hands? I didn't know. Perhaps she was teasing her tiny clitoris, or probing her pretty little pussy? Perhaps she was massaging the cute little handfuls on her chest? Maybe none of the above. Certainly some of the time, she held onto one or both of my shins, but for most of the next ten minutes I was oblivious as to what was going on in front. I suppose I'd be able to find out on the video if I was that bothered.
I was happy to simply watch her from the back. Her chest, waist and hips formed a subtle hourglass - not the classic 36-24-36 look but a shallower set of curves, every bit as beautiful. The slightly raised ridge of her spine divided her back into two perfectly symmetrical halves of silky coffee-brown skin. Each side was crested with a slim, but not bony shoulder, the blade just visible under her skin as she slowly moved up and down. And each half ended in a perky little buttock - a wonderful part of her body that I wouldn't forget in a hurry. And between those of course was her stretched hole, my cock sliding into and out of it.
Concentrating on watching her, I didn't notice my orgasm creeping up on me. But all of a sudden, I realised I was past the point of no return. I tried holding back, but I knew that it would only be a few more penetrations before I came. So I resigned myself to it.
Then it happened. It felt like I'd released buckets into her arse, but it was hardly my first orgasm of the evening, so it couldn't have been more than a tiny squirt really. I don't know whether I made much noise; I don't know whether she realised I'd cum; but she didn't show any signs of it; she didn't slow down; she got faster.
My sensitive dick couldn't take much more, but it didn't need to because three or four bounces of that little arse of hers later, I felt her tight brown ring clench around it. She had cum too. She slid back up my fleshy pole slowly, expecting to slide back down just as effortlessly, but instead my now softening cock refused to re-enter her contracted sphincter and instead flopped out.
She rolled off me and lay beside me on the bed. If she hadn't already guessed that I'd cum, she would have been able to tell from the satisfied look on my face. She lay on her side beside me, resting her head on my chest, which we basked in post-coital glow. I kissed the top of her head, while she playfully walked her fingers up and down my chest and stomach, like a miniature marching soldier. I squirmed whenever she walked them near my sensitive abdomen.
After a few minutes, Katie climbed on top of me. I wasn't sure exactly what she had in mind, but she kissed my chest and started making her way down lower, and lower, which gave me an idea of what she might be planning.
Soon, she reached my still-sensitive cock, still moist with cum, taking it into her mouth much more confidently than the last time she'd done this. She'd washed herself well, but Katie must have still been able to taste the inside of herself on my dick, yet she didn't show any signs of this bothering her. While she gently sucked, and massaged my penis against the side of her mouth with her tongue, my cock started to wake up again. As the shaft lengthened and hardened, my foreskin slipped back off the head. I gently stroked her black hair, watching as my beautiful oriental plaything coaxed an erection out of me.
Once I was fully erect, she came up for air. Resting her hand on its shaft, but not rubbing it, she then disappeared below my dick and I felt her tongue on my balls. Although this must have been the first time she'd made oral contact with a scrotum, she seemed to draw on instinct, treating this sensitive part of the male anatomy with the gentle touch it needs. She licked, and kissed, and even sucked them, giving them a level of attention that did not betray her limited sexual experience.
When she finally took her lips away from my balls, my disappointment was spared only by the fact that they returned once again to my dick. This time she sucked hard, drawing my shaft in and out of her mouth, taking a good five inches of it. I reached down to the hair that was hiding her face, and pushed it behind her ears like drawing curtains. She glanced up to me and we caught each others eyes for a moment before she looked down again, focusing at her task.
Although I think the effect of those pills had worn off, it was still quite some time before I neared my climax - those orgasms I'd already had had added to my staying power. But eventually I could feel it around the corner. I stroked the side of Katie's cheek and she looked up to me again. I nodded my head and I think she understood the signal. I moaned as a small quantity of jism oozed into her mouth.
After sucking me dry, Katie crawled back up so that we were face to face. We kissed a little - slow, lazy, tender kisses - and drifted off to sleep again.
I slept without dreaming. Or at least I can't remember any dreams, but then again I rarely do. When I awoke, I felt lips around my dick and somebody giving me a great blowjob. Ah it must be Anne; all this stuff with Katie was just a dream. I opened my eyes to find myself in a four star hotel room and looked down to see an oriental beauty fellating me. Not a dream then.
Still woozy I suggested, "can we try something?"
"Sure," she replied, "what?"
"Do you know what a sixty-nine is?" I enquired.
Without saying anything, she stood up on the bed and repositioned herself, so that her pretty pink pussy was hovering over my face. I felt her mouth surround the head of my penis again while I pulled down on her pert bum cheeks until her pussy lips met my regular lips.
I ran my tongue up and down her shaved labia, savouring the now familiar taste of her pussy, mixed with traces of sweat and hours old semen. Katie moved her head so that my cock went in and out of her mouth, its head hitting her tongue rather than her palate, owing to its new upside-down orientation.
I let my tongue delve between her pussy lips, seeking out her clitoris. With one finger, I started toying with her arsehole - not penetrating it, but using a little light pressure. Not hearing any objections, I let the finger wander further between her legs, picking up some moisture from her vulva before returning it to her anus and pressing a little harder. With the extra pressure and lubrication, it slid in to the knuckle quite easily.
I felt Katie's top teeth on the underside of my shaft. It seemed deliberate, and not at all unpleasant. Katie was experimenting - learning a new technique for herself. I moaned, not as much out of pleasure as out of encouragement.
I started fingering Katie's bum gently, noticing that my finger was now picking up flecks of brown. All Katie's good work cleaning in there had eroded with time. Not that I minded much - that sort of thing goes with the territory. I did worry a bit what she might feel about it when she realised.
Katie's pussy was getting really wet, and not just with my saliva. From her breath on my scrotum I could tell she was really getting off on this 69, and it wouldn't be long before she came. Without my pills to help me, I was not too far away from orgasm myself. I didn't want it to end this way though.
I pushed Katie gently and she understood the signal to get off me. "Let's fuck," I announced. She turned around and lay on the bed. I quickly mounted her and slid inside her cunt in one move. I started thrusting into her hard and fast and soon she was panting again.
Katie's long black hair was sprawled out underneath her as she lay on the bed. Her eyes were closed but her face was still expressive while her breaths became harder and faster. Her hands roamed my back for a while, until I took them into mine, pinning her to the bed beneath me.
Soon she climaxed, and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I kept going while she enjoyed her orgasm but then slowed down to hold off my own. I wanted to try something else out.
I pulled out of Katie and turned her over, pulling on her hips to get her onto her hands and knees. Keeping one hand on her hip, I used the other to steer my dick into her slit, doggy style. Kneeling and holding both her hips, I started pumping away inside her. She'd already cum twice, and was well lubricated, so I felt no need to hold back now, slamming my hips into her as hard and fast as I wanted to, which happened to be quite hard and fast.
Katie's juices were running down her thighs; down mine too. "Tell me when you're going to cum," she said, "I want to swallow it."
I'd already been close to orgasm, and this dirty announcement from her brought me even closer. "Now" I announced.
Katie wrested herself free of my grip on her hips and crawled around to bring her face to my dick, still on her hands and knees, but not quite fast enough. The first jet shot out and caught her on the face, then she wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked out every remaining drop.
I lay back on the bed and Katie lay beside me. The jet of semen that had hit her in the face started in her hair, continued down her forehead and the bridge of her nose, with a little on one of her cheeks. She scooped up what she could with one of her fingers and sucked it off - one of the most delicious sights I'd seen in that hotel room. And I'd seen a lot of delicious things there.
After lying together for a few minutes, I got up to use the shower. I set it running and waited for the hot water to start coming through. Katie came into the bathroom too. "Would you like to go first?" I asked. She still had some cum in her hair and a little on one of her cheeks, so she arguably was more in need of the shower than me.
"Let's shower together," she suggested. The water was now warm enough, so we both climbed in. The shower cubicle although probably not specifically designed for two, was large enough for us both. At one side was a small tiled ledge about 6 inches off the floor, with some miniature bottles of shampoo and other lotions and potions - not part of the shower proper, but within the cubicle. I bent down to retrieve a bottle of shampoo and one of shower gel.
I washed my hair quickly. Katie, having much more of it took longer. I watched as the shampoo suds washed over her small breasts, flat stomach and firm thighs. A body that until 24 hours ago had been a mystery to me, but was now so familiar. I felt a pang of guilt - my darling Anne - if she ever found out about this, could she ever forgive me?
I snapped out of it when Katie asked me to help soap up her back. I dutifully obliged, pouring a dollop of the hotel's shower gel into the palm of my hand, and rubbing it between her shoulder blades, to make a lather. I spread the soapy bubbles up over each shoulder and down to her lower back. Then I rubbed the suds further down, soaping up her pert buttocks - part of her body she could easily reach for herself, but I was only too happy to take care of - and then inside the crack.
Putting more shower gel on my hands, I rubbed them together, and then reached to soap up her small breasts from behind. Her nipples felt hard despite the warmth of the water. She half turned her head and we kissed, our tongues finding each other.
Katie pressed herself back against me and my rapidly erecting cock found itself pressed up against her lower back. (I'm a good eight inches taller than her.) Holding her against me, I kept rubbing her breasts - the pretence of washing them now truly over, as the soap had long since washed away - and allowed one hand to travel further down to her familiar pussy. When I started stroking up and down her slit, I could feel her gratitude in her kiss.
After a few minutes, even in this wet environment, I could smell her scent. She turned to face me, now pressing her front against me, the small lumps of her breasts against my lower chest. I held her buttocks, again casually sliding one hand down the crack while I craned my neck to kiss her. By now my dick, pressed against her lower stomach, was fully hard. I started rubbing between Katie's buttocks, my finger tips brushing against the openings to both of the holes I'd been exploring all night.
My hands returning to her buttocks, I lifted Katie gently. Compared to Anne she barely weighed anything. My erect penis slid inside her, lubricated by the warm water flowing down our bodies. Taking a step towards the edge of the shower, I pressed Katie against the cool tiled wall and we kissed while I thrust my hips into hers. She wrapped her legs behind my back, and her arms behind my neck while she returned my kiss.
The contrast of the warm water and cool air on my back felt great, while I fucked Katie against the white bathroom wall. We ground for a minute or two before climaxing one last time for the day.
***
We finished cleaning ourselves off uneventfully, and sat in our hotel dressing gowns on the side of the bed, Katie rubbing her hair with a towel, and me contemplating a shave. In the cold light of day, the situation seemed a little weird, and I wondered if we had made a mistake.
"Wow, that's the time?!" Katie asked, picking up her watch from the bed side table. "Check out time is in 20 minutes."
We both hurriedly got dressed. I packed up the video camera that was mounted on the head of the bed, and the other one attached to an armchair.
"I've got to go now," said Katie, now dressed and ready to go. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "See you in a few days," she promised as she walked out the door.
The last two cameras were sitting on the desk so I quickly packed them with the others. I did a final check that we hadn't left anything behind, and then walked out of the room myself.