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			     YOUNG TEMPTRESS
				
				By Reavan


"The restaurant is out of whole wheat  bread today Sir , I'm sorry." 	

"No whole wheat? That's sacrilege young lady," I replied jokingly. "In some
countries you would get ten lashes with a wet noodle." I laughed at my own
wit, as my wife and I sat down to wait for our Saturday brunch. Later, when
we were just about ready to leave, my wife went to the rest room. While she
was gone, the waitress came to clean the table next to me.

 "I can't wait for my lashes," she whispered as she bend over wiping the
surface. I was taken by surprise and laughed nervously.

This is not a good place, corporal punishment is illegal, especially in
public." Again, I was trying to be funny. 

"Oh yes," she smiled, "that's right isn't it." She laughed too and went back
behind the counter to serve a customer. My wife returned and told me, she
was going to look around in the mall and to  catch up with her, after I paid
the bill. I paid, giving her a generous tip and thanked her for being such a
good sport. She handed me the receipt and a folded piece of paper, winking
at me. I was perplexed and just stuffed the two items in my wallet and left. 

Of course it took me an hour or more, before I found my wife in the mall. I
was curious about the folded paper but didn't look at it until later that
day, when I was alone in my work shop. What could she want? She was probably
in her late teens, though it was hard to judge since she was short and on
the heavy side. Not exactly  the type young guys chase after but what would
she want with a man in his fifties? I finally unfolded the paper and found
myself looking at a crude map. At the bottom, in block letters she had
written: 'CORPORAL PUNISHMENT SITE, THIS FRIDAY AT 2.30 PM.' I crumbled it
up and threw it in my waste bin. Whatever this meant, I wasn't risking a
thirty year marriage to find out. I couldn't get it out of my mind, however
and for the next few days, I thought about it constantly. A young girl is
always tempting to an older man but most of us leave it to our fantasies. 


On the Friday of the supposed rendezvous, my wife was at her regular golf
game with her women's club. I was in my workshop. Having decided to give it
the cleaning, she'd been  harping about. It took me more than and hour and I
filled up the garbage can. It was garbage pickup day, so I thought I better
add it to the big  can outside. As I dumped it in, a crumpled piece of paper
missed and fell to the ground. It was of course the magic note, that I had
almost managed to forget about, for the last two days. Something about the
map caught my attention. I knew that area. Old lake cottages in a very
isolated neighborhood. I began thinking about it again. What if she was just
trying to make a fool of an old man, get me naked and expose me to a bunch
of laughing teenagers or something.  She didn't seem like the type though
but who was I to have that kind of insight. It couldn't hurt thought, to
take a drive around that general area, after lunch. 

It was a pretty area, heavily wooded, with  small clearings for cottages. I
found the place, that part was easy;  since she had written 'log cabin' and
there were only one of those. There was no sign of life and no car in the
lane so I drove on but I couldn't resist coming back. This time I drove up
narrow drive and sat there looking at the structure for a while. Suddenly
the front door swung open and stayed that way. I didn't move and after a
minute her head peeked around the door.

My engine was still running and I almost put it in reverse but something
inside me said no. Without really being conscious of it, I killed the engine
and got out of the car and then found myself on the doorstep. 

"Come on in, there is no one else here." I stepped inside and she closed the
door behind me. 

"I shouldn't be here you know, what is it you want?"

"Well, you promised to whip me Sir, remember?"

"I know but that was meant as a joke."

"You're here though, aren't you and I am here too. Do you want to do it like
I am now, or maybe ... you know ... naked?" I became so excited, that I lost
my voice. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a halter top without a
bra. Her nipples were showing clearly in the thin material, being stretched
by her huge breasts. Her  thighs were large, matching her rear end and the
round stomach was in proportion to the rest of her body. All in all, I was
looking at a whore's body, well ...  a bit inflated. "Listen Sir, I know you
think there is something wrong here but there isn't. I'm bisexual and I have
this, well, girl friend. She's a lesbian and don't care much for men at all.
She wants me to have a sexual experience with a man, to make sure that I
know what I want. Now look at me, the only boys who want to take me out are
creeps. Most guys just want to take me out in the back seat somewhere and
then drop me off without being seen. If you don't have a stick body, your
fat and on the sidelines "

"Yes but am I not the same. I can't be seen with you."            

  "That's right but don't you see? You're not going to leave your wife, so
to my girlfriend you're safe. A younger man might want a relationship. Also
my girlfriend knows someone, who is very close to your wife in her club and
knows that she is not interested in sex anymore?" 

"How do you know that I'm interested, after all when a man is over fifty?"
She stopped me from talking by putting her arms around my neck and planting
juicy kiss on my mouth.

"Can I call you Bill?" She said looking foxily in my eyes. I'm Belinda."

"Of course you can," I already had the biggest hard on that I'd had for
years. She was rocking her pelvis against it, smiling knowingly, looking
down there and then in my eyes again. 

"It's been a while hasn't it? She didn't wait for an answer. "First, you owe
me a spanking. OK?"

"You mean that's what you're after? I'm not into violence."

She walked over to the stone fireplace and pulled her shorts and panties
down to her knees. I stared hypnotized, at her perfectly shaped buttocks and
then I noticed red stripes across it. "My girlfriend is, as you can see and
I love it. You can do it easy, with your hand if you like but I won't have
sex with you without it. She rotated the large fleshy white globes at me,
looking over her shoulder. "Please Bill?" I walked over too her, almost in a
trance like state, my eyes riveted to the gyrating globes, beckoning my
hands. Stopping at her side, I looked down on the protruding moving mounds
of flesh. Placing my left hand on her far hip, I touched one of her globes.
She gasped and rubbed her hip against my bulge. Kneading it at first, I
marveled at the soft pliant texture of her flesh. My cock was by now ready
to burst my pants. She was breathing deeply, almost spasmodically. I slapped
one cheek  lightly, watching her flesh rebound, then the other. "Oh Bill
harder please. Slapping it again but harder, I cupped my hand a bit,
amplifying the sound. Again I whacked her flesh harder and then again. With
each slap she moaned and the harder I hit her the louder and more
pleasurably her response. For about two minutes I slapped her, alternating
the cheeks, until her skin turned red and my hand began to sting. 

Finally she straightened up and faced me. "Take off my halter top Bill."
There was a demanding edge in her voice. I took a hold of the hem, on both
sides and began to lift it. She raised her arms and I pulled it higher.
Watching her breasts lifting inside until the hem flipped over her nipples
causing them to drop, slapping against her body and then settling half way
up again. I was stunned by the sight of what I had exposed and stopped
pulling on the halter top. They were a foot long, curving down then out and
pointed to nipples that stood straight out. "Bill," her muffled voice came
from inside the halter covering her face.       

"Oh sorry, I stammered, as I pulled the halter off her arms. "I was so
struck by the size and beauty of your  breasts, that I couldn't move for a
second."

"You mean an hour." she joked and stood back letting me take in her whole
body. She turned slowly, keeping her eyes on me, as long as she could. After
she turned 360 degrees she came to me and put my hands on her breasts. "I've
been told many time by other women, that it takes an older man to really
appreciate a young girls body," she said and kissed me. She felt my penis
with both hands and then started to unbutton my shirt. Taking it off, she
began fumbling for my belt buckle. Totally absorbed by fondling her
unbelievable gorgeous breasts, I didn't even realize I was naked, until she
began fondling my genitals. 

"Make love to me now Bill, please." She took my hand and led me to the bed.
Pulling back the covers she got in and spread her legs. I stood there
drinking in the voluptuous beauty of her body. She stretched out her arms
for me, smiling invitingly. "Come on Bill, come here between my legs and
penetrate me." She spread her thighs wider, rocking her pelvis and pursing
her full lips, blowing kisses at me. 

"I want you to fondle your breasts," I said not knowing why. It was as if
someone else was talking.

"Yes Bill, like this? You  like that," she squeezed both of her huge tits
and pointed the nipples at me. "Oh Bill  I want you to play with them, suck
on them, please?"

"Play with your pussy for me, make it wet." That voice in my head again,
what was I doing? The only young woman in my life, since I was that age
myself, and then nothing like her. She wasn't trying to trap me into
marriage, just sex. I got on the bed, as she played with herself. Sitting on
my knees between her thick, widely spread thighs, I touched her knees with
both hands. She shook in response and began to breathe deeply, as she
continued to finger herself. My fingers began to stroke her white fleshy
thighs, moving closer to her crotch. Her hips were now thrusting for my cock
as her breathing became short gasps. Leaning over her, I kissed one of her
nipples and she grasped me penis, frigging it and pulling it eagerly towards
her vagina. I lowered my hips enough, so she could touch her vagina with my
knob. She cried out and thrust her cunt at me, her vagina engulfing the knob
of my throbbing penis. Throwing her arms around my shoulders, she yanked me
down on top of her and locked her legs around my ass. I couldn't believe how
strong she was, as she held me in a bear hug. The weight of my body and her
thrusting pelvis, had inserted my cock to the hilt. It was incredibly tight,
almost as if a hand was squeezing it. I barely had to move, with her
bouncing my body up and down with unbelievable ease. My cock was being
fucked and squeezed, as I began to match her movement and we moved faster
and faster until very quickly, unable to hold back, I blew my rocks.

"Don't stop Bill please. Don't stop. I'm coming now, keep fucking me. She
french kissed me, moaning loudly in my mouth as she climaxed. I continued to
kiss and caress her for as long as she kept  moaning. I began then to lift
my self off her but she pulled me down. "Not yet Bill, I want you close,
please."

"I don't want to hurt you, I'm heavy."
          
"Bill you can lie on top of me all day. You can't hurt me." We stayed there
kissing and caressing, nearly falling to sleep, when suddenly the front door
opened. I froze with my cock still in her vagina. My worst fears were coming
true. I had been caught in bed with a seventeen year old. 

"Well Belinda and Bill, how is it going?"
        
"Couldn't be better Marcia, right Bill?" I turned my head and stared at the
woman, recognizing her, as she sat down on the bed and kissed Belinda.

"Marcia, it's you!" I blurted out. I knew her well, a slim dark woman in her
middle thirties, who had been divorced for a couple of years.



"That's right Bill it's me, one of your wife's acquaintances. I bet you just
had the best piece of ass of your life, right Bill?"

"Yes but...?"

"But nothing Bill, Belinda told you that I wanted her to do this, and you
were happy to get it, weren't you? After all those years of: it's
disgusting, I got a head ache or is that all you can think about."

"So you are not going to tell her?"

"Hell no, you are just what I need. You rub my back and I'll rub yours. I
need someone to test my girls once in a while. So just maybe I'll have you
fuck them, when I need to test their devotion to me. You are  two old to run
off with one of them but not too old to enjoy fucking a young girl."  

"You mean there are more girls. How many girlfriends do you have?"

"The less you know right now Bill, the better and they are my sex slaves not
my girl friends.

"Mistress, please, can I keep Bill for the afternoon. Please?"

"Well all right but that means: 'five' and 'the plug'."

"Yes, thank you Mistress." I  rolled off her, my limp cock flopping out. She
got up, opening a dresser drawer, taking out a riding crop and some other
items. She then got on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed.

"I want you to watch this Bill, from over here." I got up and stood next to
her, looking at Belinda's exposed ass. Marcia took the riding crop from the
dresser and flexed it several times. "Have you ever seen a sex slave,
receive her mistress's undivided love and devotion." She hit the palm of her
hand, with the crop a couple of times.

"No Marcia, never. She smiled and positioned herself,  resting one hand on
Belinda's back. Belinda started gyrating her large globes, moaning low.
Swish, the crop left a red line across both cheeks, making me cringe.

"One Mistress, thank you, four more please." Swish, and she asked for three
more. Five stripes and five times she thanked her mistress. "The butt plug,
please," she said then and lowered her shoulders the mattress. Her crotch
was now wide open and her striped ass high in the air.

Marcia put the crop back in the drawer and picked a plug like item up from
the dresser. She also picked up a tube of some kind of cream and came back.
"Do you know what a butt plug is Bill? She was squeezing cream on the end of
it.

"No, I never seen anything like that."
   
"You know where it goes?"

"Well in the butt I take it but how, its two inches in diameter."

"Not quite, this one anyway and the narrow part here is only three quarters.
Here you install it, she's your fucking today." She handed me the contraption.

"Marcia, it will never fit in there. It'll rip her wide open."

"Nonsense Bill, she's had it in there many times and she likes it, don't you
Belinda?"

"Yes Mistress, I love it. I really do Bill, please shove it in there." I
positioned it into her rose and pushed on it lightly.

"It's not going in Marcia. I told you."

"Push harder and rotate it." I did and it actually started to slide in,
Belinda then thrust her body back and it plopped in there, her sphincter
locking on the narrow part. Marcia then took a hold of it and wiggled it
roughly. "Why has this plug been inserted in you ass, Belinda?"

"Because I'm your sex slave, Mistress. It's to remind me when you're gone,
that I belong to you."

"OK Bill, she's all yours until  6 PM. I'll probably by back by 8, Belinda.
You will wear the plug until then." 

"Yes mistress," she got up and kissed her passionately, "I'll be thinking
about you every minute while Bill fucks me."

"I know you will Belinda. I'm going back to the club now, do you want me to
say hello to you wife Bill?"
 
"She is joking Bill, Aren't you Mistress.  She hugged Belinda and told me
that my wife would not be home until seven. "Oh," she added, "it's
compulsory that you  spank Belinda  now and before you go." She then left
without saying anything else. Belinda put her arms around my neck and kissed
me. 

"Bill I'm so happy that Marcia  let you have me a little longer."           

"Me too Belinda but why do you have to suffer with that thing in your rear
end."

"I don't suffer, Bill. It makes me fell wanted and loved by my mistress,
just as the spankings do. I know that's hard to understand, just believe me,
OK?"  You know what, we are going to have a shower now. Have you ever been
washed by  a woman like a little baby?"

"No, not since my mother did it."

"Well, now you are my baby. Come on." She took me by the hand and led me
into the bathroom and turned the shower on. While it warmed up, she bend
over and smiled at me over her shoulder and then motioned with her eyes to
her ass.  "You know what Marcia said, Bill?" I spanked her fairly hard about
twenty  times. She kissed me passionately and then took my hand as she
stepped into the tub. She lathered my entire body with her bare hands and
then she told me to the same to her. My cock was like an iron rod, even
after we got out and she toweled me dry. She handed me the towel and I dried
her gorgeous body, panting like a fool. "Oh Bill"she  cooed teasingly, you
just can't wait to get that thing inside  me again, right?"

"The sooner the better," I replied hoarsely. She kissed me again, cooing and
making eyes at me teasingly. "

"I want you here, Bill," she formed a big ' O ' with her lips.   

"You mean oral sex, I've never done anything like that."

"Where have you been Bill. You'd never had much fun  have you?"

"Well, not like that I haven't but I guess it's never too late for an old
dog to learn new tricks."

"Oh I'm going to teach you another new trick too." She licked her lips and
rubbed her cunt. She threw her arms around my neck and french kissed
passionately. I returned her passion and twirled my tongue around hers.
"That it Bill" She whispered, "I want you to do that in my vagina." I was
speechless again. All my life, I'd listened to the guys talk about oral sex
but I always thought that most of them were just bragging.

We got back in the bed, side by side and head to head at first. "Come on
Bill, hug my body." We embraced kissing and fondling each other passionately
for a time. My cock was ready to explode in anticipation of what was to
come. I was a little apprehensive at first, about licking  her down there.
What if I didn't like the taste and choked on it or something. The longer I
kissed and fondled her, however, the less I cared. I just wanted my cock in
her mouth and shoot my load, before I wasted it on the mattress. She finally
made her move, "I'm going to get on top of you Bill. Lets get in the middle
of the bed crosswise, it's better that way." I moved my body as she
suggested and she stood up and straddled my head. "Look at it closely Bill,
I'm going to lower my beaver onto  your face, very slowly." I'd never
actually looked at a live vagina directly and I stared transfixed, at the
hairy object, as she slowly lowered her body, spreading her thighs wide. She
had a lot of scalloped lumpy flesh sticking out of the crack. Reaching down
with one hand she used two fingers to spread the inner lips, exposing the
clit sticking out from the hood and her vaginal opening. "I want you to kiss
and lick it all over, Bill  but don't touch my clit until I tell you. She
took her hand away and lowered her head down, kissing my knob. A shudder of
excitement shot through my body, as the first pair of lips ever, touched my
cock. "I want you to pull my body down on your face," she mumbled as she
swallowed my knob. Reaching my hands around her thighs, I grasped  her ass
cheeks and pulled her hairy beaver into my face. I kissed her mound all
around the outside first. She had one hand one my cock and the other
fondling my balls. Her tongue wiggled around one side on my shaft as she
fucked it with her mouth. My tongue was now between the folds of her lips,
digging and licking carefully in order not to touch her clit. I licked the
hood feeling the hard clitoris shaft underneath. She began to rock her
pelvis and closed her large soft thighs around my face. A tart tasting fluid
began to ooze out of her pussy and I was relieved, that it actually had a
pleasant flavor. She nearly squashed my head bucking her body into my face,
when I accidentally licked her clit. "It's OK Bill, oooooh lick it all, get
your tongue into my clit" Licking it again a few times she slammed my head
between her thighs repeatedly and as she  bucked her hips slowly. I searched
for her vaginal opening and  forced my tongue through her tight sphincter,
reaching the soft flesh inside. It was all I could do to hold onto her ass
in order to keep my head in her crotch, as her movements became violent.
Feeling the pressure building up in my balls, I began to groan like a angry
bear. I tried to hold it back but it build up with an irresistible force and
I shot one load so hard, it much have reached her stomach. She continued to
suck on it vigorously, as three more jets of cum splattered in her mouth and
throat. Suddenly her vagina flooded my mouth and face, with her orgasmic
cream, as she continued her convulsive pounding. I swallowed all I could, of
her delicious fluids, as her gyrating bucking body gradually slowed. Her
loud moans were muffled by  my cock still in her mouth, while she greedily
sucked and relished my semen. 

She rolled of me and turned her body and we french kissed, exchanging our
cum flavored saliva. I couldn't believe that I was actually tasting my own
cum. This girl had wiped out, years of cultural inhibition for me, in one
afternoon. She moved her face back and caressed my face, while looking in my
eyes, smiling contentedly. She then kissed me again and snuggled up, cooing
happily. 
 
"You are so nice to me Belinda, like you really love me, why?"

"You know why,  Marcia told me to."

"But how can you act, as if you love someone, just like that?"

"I belong to her Bill and I'll do anything for her." She kissed me again, on
my neck and then my ear, blowing in it. "She makes me feel wanted and I
really feel something for you Bill but its because I love her, through you
somehow. Does that make sense?" She gave me a bright eyed smile and pursed
her lips seductively. I kissed her madly, not beleiving my good luck.

"Well Belinda, I feel like I'm eighteen today. This 'has' been the most
exciting sex, for me ever and I''ll never forget it. Maybe I should pinch
myself, this could be a dream." She bit my nipple hard and I gave her ass a
good whack.

"Oh Bill, you really do care about me. Do that again, please?" I whacked her
four of five times, as she french kissed me ferociously. "More Bill and
harder, please?"After about twenty good whacks, she began to ease up and
coed in my mouth, as I kneaded and stroked her hot ass. We relaxed, hugging
and kissing gently after  that.

I must have fallen to sleep, being totally satisfied, as I snuggled up to my
young lover. She woke me up later, whispering into my ear that she wanted
more sex. "You only have half an hour left Bill. Let's get at it."
She got out of the bed, as I streched letting out a  loud moan of
satisfaction. "Get up Bill. I must be warmed up if you want more sex." I
stood up as she took the whip out on the drawer.

"Belinda I can't do that."

"You don't have to do it hard but you must do it, if you want more sex.
Also, if you don't threat me right Marcia won't bring you back." She handed
me the riding crop, smiling mischievously and then got on the bed wiggling
her ass at me. "Give me five Bill and hurry up, I'm getting hot." I lifted
the crop and hit one of her fleshy globes lightly. "That one don't count
Bill. Come on, let me have it five times." I cringed as the leather hit her
flesh, leaving a red stripe. Five times and five stripes - on those
beautiful globes - later, I put the crop away. She stayed in the same
position, still wiggling her ass. "Shake the plug Bill like Marcia did
before." I took a hold of the plug protruding from her ass and shook it
roughly. "Oh I love my mistress, shake it more please." I shook and twisted
it until she was satisfied. She then got up and kissed me taking a hold of
my semi hard cock, frigging it. Jumping on the bed she padded the mattress
next to her. "On your back here Bill," I got on the bed and she got on top
on me, in the sixty-nine position. We sucked and lubricated each others
genitals for a while. She then got up and squatted down on my cock guiding
it inside with her hand.  Reaching for my hands she placed  them on her
tits, as I began to rock my pelvis fucking her tight wet throbbing cunt.
Spreading her thighs wide she moved them back and slowly leaned down kissing
me. She moaned in my mouth as her ass gyrated  in time with my movements. I
increased my bucking and she matched her gyrating bouncing bodily movements,
moaning spasmodicly.  "Oh Bill I'm going to cum fuck me hard. Fuck me. Fuck
me, ooooh Bill fuck me." She screamed in my mouth, as her lower body began
bouncing up and down at an unbeleivable rate.  "Oh Bill, I came, you made me
cum oooh that was good. I want you to cum inside me Bill." She locked our
mouthes together as she kept up her movements. My cock was being fucked,
squeezed and shaken from side to side by her unbelievably strong body. Our
bodies were by now soaking wet with perspiration. I began to feel my balls
burning as a load began to move into my prick. Letting out a loud groan I
blew the first jet into her cunt. "Oh Bill your coming in my cunt, ooooh I
can feel it." I groaned three more times as my seemen sprayed her insides.
We slowed down gradually savoring our orgasms, taking turns sucking each
others lips.

"Belinda, this has been the best day of my life, sexually speaking anyway. I
don't know if Marcia will ever bring me back but I'll be ready if she does."

"I hope she does Bill but only Marcia knows that for sure. But you have to
go, it's six o'clock. I'll help you shower come on." She washed me and
helped me dress, kissing me in between. Going to the door she bend over,
wiggling her naked ass at me. I took a hold of the plug and gave it a good
shake and then slapped her ass ten times. She put her arms around my neck
and gave me a sucking kiss and then opened the door for me.               

      
 
BILL REALLY WANTS ME TO CONTINUE  THIS STORY BUT I'M AFRAID HE MIGHT HAVE A
HEART ATTACK. SO, UNLESS HE PASSES A COMPREHENSIVE MEDICAL CHECK UP, THIS IS
THE END!       

Authors note:
Please remember that my story is pure fiction, at least from my life's
experience. I doubt that there are very many people in this world, who are
willing to submit totally and unquestionably, as some of my characters do.
If you should find someone who has those qualities, please let me know,
(JUST KIDDING).  In your real, life remember, that NO: means simply that -
NO -  !!! This applies mainly to women,  who are by nature, sometimes very
persistent.;- )   

For constructive criticism, send email to:   < Erostory@anon.nymserver.com > 
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