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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
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o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
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Ann's Secret Room
Will Capehart Brown
Ann Pham-Monet was a beautiful Eurasian girl with just the right
proportions of Asian and European ancestry to produce the classic beauty
of love poets. Married in Asia to an American gentleman 35 years her
senior at age 16, she had come with him to Washington State where she
had divorced him when she was 20. Now, at age 28, she had been married
to Bill Martin - age 21 - for the past 2 years. Ann was highly sexed.
Bill Martin had a lot in common with her first husband, Claud Monet.
Both were good looking and well built. Both had inherited money and
were fairly well off, and both were hopeless bores in the bedroom.
Always the optimist, Ann counted herself lucky to have a nice home and
adequate finances...and respect, none of which she had had in her youth
in Asia. First married to a selfish clod more than 3 times her age,
she'd bounced to the opposite extreme and married a youth 7 years
younger than herself. Still, she loved America and she loved her
beautiful home with its green lawn and flowers among the towering trees
south of Seattle in Federal Way.
Her sexual desires were contained in a slumbering blast furnace deep
within her, fires now banked, but ever threatening to break through in
tongues of white heat. Yes, more than most young women, she had a very
strong sexual drive. She often got sexual release by "fluttering"
herself. Only once had she had sex with anyone other than one of her
two husbands, that when Bill, her present husband, had been on a weekend
hunting trip and an unexpected visit from his older brother had ended
when he had crept into her bed after she was asleep. It was only after
his lovemaking became wild that she realized is was not a dream. Unlike
his younger brother, he knew what to do with a girl and when to do it.
However, he lived in Washington, D.C. - making it a one-nighter only.
But Ann had mightily impressed big brother. She got his express mail
letter 2 days after that night he spent with her. It was full of
compliments and passion, and admiration for her love making skills:
"When you took my hand there in the darkness of your room and kissed
my palm with your sweet, warm mouth...and darted your tongue into my
hand, it was like lightning to my soul. When you sucked my finger my
passion soared. But never have I experienced sensations such as you
gave me. Oh! Oh! Oh!
"I found that woman part of you had a life of its own with seperate
physical powers...undulating, grasping, squeezing, how? Oh my, I almost
swooned..."
Ann smiled as she read. In her country all young girls were taught how
to control their pubococcygeal muscle which surrounded their vagina just
inside of it. Actually, the muscle is like a figure 8 and is also used
to stop the flow of urine. Asian girls were taught to exercise and
control the muscle from age 10 and the instruction continued until
marriage.An older relative usually became the instructor.
Her aunt would say, "Imagine you are urinating in the bushes and you
hear someone coming. How do you stop the flow? You contract your love
muscle. See, you've been doing it for a long time and didn't realize
it. By practicing you'll gain control for love making. The next time
you are alone in the forest, sit on a fallen tree. Pretend you're going
and then stop it. Do it many times. Tighten the muscle, relax, without
moving other parts. To make sure you're doing the muscle and not
anything else, move your legs apart a little. If you're not sure, look
down to see if anything moves.
"The first week," her aunt continued, "do this 6 times each morning and
evening. The next week start doing 20 and add another exercise: instead
of holding the muscle contracted for a while, tense and release it
quickly 10 times, creating a fluttering sensation. Your muscle will
tire at first like any other, but by steadily increasing the number of
exercises (and being careful to relax completely between contractions -
too much muscle tension is just as bad as not enough) you can build up
your strength and control. When you reach 50 contractions and flutters
you will probably find that you cause stronger clitoral sensations and
most likely you will have an intense orgasm all by yourself without
anybody near you - most girls do - and when you make love you will have
not just one, but many, orgasms."
Three days before she married the much older American, her aunt offered
a final lecture: "To make a man believe you are virgin - even if not -
squeeze before he tries to enter, at least 2 or 3 times. Squeeze on the
outstroke and it will be tight like a virgin (she was a virgin) and even
years later it will hold him in longer, giving pleasure. Then hold him
still as you flutter and contract in rhythm with your heart or with the
rhythm of the jungle where you learned. Finally, milk him when it is
time."
Then, her aunt had shown Ann where the "love spot" was deep inside of
her. This one spot on the upper vaginal wall held the secret to deep,
satisfying sex. She must teach her man how to touch it with his love
tool. "It took me a long time to find my spot," her aunt said, "and I
know my body well. So be patient. Take the time to get to know the
inside of your vagina. Sit down or get on your hands and knees. It is
easier to find if you are very aroused, so take this excuse for a little
self-pleasuring before you start. When you are highly aroused, or even
after you've cum, put your long middle finger in your vagina and feel
the upper (forward) surface. First is the rough Skene's gland just
inside the opening, then you can feel a hard area that is the corner of
the pubic bone. Hook your finger in back of it, finding a little hollow
just before the smooth part leading back to the cervix. Your finger
will be pointing up at your navel. Probe this area with your finger
until you hit the spot. You'll feel quite a jolt and a momentary urge
to urinate, but don't quit touching. Often it swells and hardens like a
bean. Keep stroking until warmth floods over you."
Now, on this late summer day, Ann skimmed through the classified
newspaper ads and found just what she was looking for: "HOME REMODEL,
Master carpenter, complete remodels or small jobs. Bonded, insured,
registered Satisfaction guaranteed. 946-1237." Ann called and made an
appointment for the next morning at 8.
Bill left for work about 7. That gave her just enough time to shower
before the carpenter arrived. At last she was going to get a larger
closet and a floor-to-ceiling mirrow in her bedroom. She was barely dry
- still naked - when the door chime sounded. Damn, the carpenter was
early. Wrapping a towel around her head, she slipped into her bath robe
and went to the door.
She was shocked at his appearance. He was about 30, blond, blue eyes
and more than 6 feet tall. A dream walking! He smiled broadly at her
obvious confusion and said, "I'm Jim Bradley, your remodel man. May I
come in?" He was extremely handsome, with an athletic body and smelled
very masculine. Still in shock, she let him in and led him to the
bedroom to describe all of the work she wanted done. She had discussed
with Bill some of the changes she wanted to make and he had waved his
hand expansively and said, "Whatever pleases you, dear."
One side of the room had sliding doors the full width of the room. "I
want you to deepen the closets behind those doors," she said to Jim,
"and I want a full length mirrow somewhere." He nodded as he moved
closer to examine the closets. She felt his body brush against hers as
he stepped forward, his scent was strong and as shocking as his
appearance, causing a sudden unexpected weakness to flood down her
legs. He was staring at the closet floor where she had only minutes
before tossed her bra and panties. Her face flashed scarlet, the flush
pouring down between her breasts in spite of her attempt to remain calm.
When he pulled open her robe she fought back in rightous indignation,
but he firmly pushed her back onto the bed - her feet still on the floor
- he kneeled there between her legs, his tongue parting her soft, curly
bush there. Then he wetly licked her clitoris. Her own passionate
response frightened her as her nude body jerked helplessly and she
realized it was too late now.
Then his body slid up on hers and she felt his mouth at her nipples,
then her rib cage and belly, then lower and deep into her lush pubic
hair again. Her backbone tightened, and she gnawed her lip. Surprise
broke through her, raced up her back and went off inside her head like
rifle fire as his mouth drank at her pink steaming fountain disguised by
soft, dark hair. Twisting and heaving, she tried once more to escape,
but there was no breaking free. Then she did not want to be free.
She pulled his hands up and placed them on her breast as he began doing
her nipples. She started grinding her pelvis against his wet mouth and
probing tongue. Her nerve endings went crazy, her legs jerking with
surging shocks, she felt the searing of their rushes. The bed came
alive, and she clung to him. It grew and grew inside her, bright darting
tips of wet fire that reached every tiny corner of her being. Her
orgasm burst against his tongue, exploding madly against his mouth, her
legs lifted up and she moaned. Then his throbbing hardness entered
her. Her moans turned to gasps. His slow thrusts carried her further
and further into a place she'd never been before. She remembered to
contract her tunnel. Gasps became moans again and - finally - a
sobbing plea from her. His mouth covered hers as he held her pulsing
body close to his pounding chest.
Eons later she came drifting slowly back, dreamily back, every bone
in her body gone soft and her flesh singing. Her vagina was still
slowly squeezing/relaxing involuntarily. She realized it had not ever
been like this...so vibrant... with anybody else. This was powerful
medicine and she needed something to protect herself and now. But she
found no magic shield. She was defenseless and utterly without
protection. All she knew for certain was that to lie with a man such
as this was to become part of the magic jungle of love most women only
dream about.
It was almost noon, but they were like children playing without thought
of time or place. They rolled together as expert and graceful as cougar
cubs; then the inexplicable, unexpected, unplanned sensations added,
added and added up to a sudden crisis of delight that left her gasping
and weeping onto his shoulder.
When they were dressed at last, he made certain suggestions about the
remodel, and she eagerly agreed to almost everything he said, including
converting half of the garage into a guest room with a new secret door
connecting her closet with the closet in the new guest room; a new door
in the guest room to the backyard, and a huge mirror over what used to
be a door between the garage and the bedroom. Bill had readily agreed
to the remodel plan, but he knew nothing of the mirror being a one-way
glass allowing a view from the guest room into the bedroom when the
guest room was dark and the bedroom light. Of course, Jim Bradley not
only did the remodel work, he also made love to her almost every day.
To fuck is to live, she thought.
Jim and Ann grew more skilled at pleasing each other without ever
losing that wonderful sense of awe at each other's mere presence. Just
being there, on her bed, or curled up on the carpet, seemed a continual
wonder to them. They were lovers in ever sense, and her pangs of guilt
at betraying Bill slowly faded. Jim Bradley, was her lover and Ann was
very grateful. Anything she and Jim could imagine, any refinement of
pleasure they could dream, they did with tenderness, with laughter, with
breathless excitement. they would sometimes lie naked for hours
touching each other all over, taking turns. "Is it nice if I touch you
like this? Like this? Like this?" She would nod dumbly...or he
would. But he always managed to leave before Bill came home from work.
Never would she forget the first time they had used their tender secret
after the remodeling of the garage and her bedroom. It was a weekend
night, September 4th. She and Bill had gone to bed about 10, but she
had urged him to take two halcyon tablets so he would get a full nights
rest. He agreed. "If you don't mind," she murmered, "I think I'll read
awhile." Within a short time Bill was sleeping soundly and she knew Jim
had let himself into the guest room. As she had planned, she quitely
slipped out of bed and stood for a half minute making sure Bill slept
soundly before moving into her remodeled closet and through the secret
door into the guest room. Yes, Jim was waiting. Bill, sleeping
soundly, was plainly visible through the one-way glass.
She had insisted he stand as still as a statue as she undressed him in
the darkness and ran her tongue - and long hair tresses - all over his
body. He had groaned with desire and conflicting pain of the struggle
to not move. Then, in sweet revenge, he had laid her on the bed and
kissed her lingering all over, in every well-explored sensitive crevice
of her naked body. Only when she was actually weeping with longing did
he slide into her. Her head rolled, giving her an exhilerating sense of
danger and excitement as she watched her sleeping husband through the
one-way mirror as Jim's thrusts grew stronger within her.
Naked, she shivered with pleasure as he moved in her. Soon they were
panting like hounds hard pressed. Her hands gripped his buttocks,
forcing him deeper into her contracting cunt as she watched sleeping
Bill through the mirror, but in some distant recess of her head she
could hear her own sobbing whimpers of pleasure settle into a rhythm of
lust which matched the the rocking of their loving bodies. As lightning
and thunder began to fill her, a jarring, grating noise intruded. Her
eyes flew to the mirror again where she could see Bill, nude,
disappearing into the bathroom. But she could not stop her shuddering,
gasping orgasm as Jim's cum spurted into her in hot, throbbing jets.
Kissing him deeply, she jumped out of bed, grabbing her gown as she fled
back to Bill's bed, quickly turning off her lamp and jumping under the
sheet in the now darkened bedroom.
In a few moments she felt Bill slipping into bed beside her. His hands
began to roam over her body - she could think of no rational way to stop
him - his hands roamed, caressed, and then one slid down her belly and
became as still as a stone as it felt the heat and wetness of her
fresh-fucked cunt. Frantically she whispered, "You were asleep and I
was so worked up thinking about us making love...I was just wanting it,
you know...I did fluttering on the floor so I would not awaken you...and
I kept fluttering inside because you were fast asleep and I needed it."
With relief she heard his happy chuckle as he pulled her hand down and
wrapped it around his now swelling penis. What idiots men are, she
thought. Okay, her pussy would love another nice session, but a fast,
short quicky would more likely result.
Bill, as always, was clumsy. Feeling her heated wetness, he gave a
great groan and flung his full 220 pounds on top of her, moaning and
burying his face in her breasts, kissing hard and biting without mercy.
They rolled together on the bed as he thrust with impatient, unskilled
stabbs at her body, thumping his hardness into her thighs, at her back,
against her steaming wet softness until there was that one second of
terrifying pleasure as frightening as falling from a tree, as painful as
a knife stab, when his stiff, hard cock found the sweet hidden secret
place and pushed in. For a split second they both froze still, stunned
by the sensation (a complete surprise to her), then he shook her body
like a terrier holding a rat, and in seconds she was begging as though
she had not been so shortly before filled with her lover's throbbing
cock. Her legs and arms grabbed him to her heated body and they writhed
like frantic snakes. In less than 20 seconds, with a great bellow, he
collapsed and lay still and she - with a newly awakened hunger; now
greedy and insatiable - arched her back and rubbed and rubbed against
him frantically, to bring on her own orgasm. Then as her pussy began to
contract, she could plainly hear the smacking sound as it milked his
rigid, spurting cock. That will hold him for a week, she thought wryly.
But the next morning Bill awakened her, obviously still excited but not
realizing that last night's excitement had come from the scent and feel
of his wife, fresh-fucked by a forbidden lover. His arms pulled her to
him for a hard biting kiss and his other hand smoothed down the silk of
her back and then clenched her buttocks with his fingernails digging
in. Her mouth opened wide under his as he forced her legs apart and
took her as roughly as an enemy. He was so excited! She also was
(thinking about last night and having sex with Jim behind her magic
mirror). One of his hands clasped hers above her head so that she was
helpless beneath him, while the other pulled up her gown, but when she
struggled he reluctantly backed off and slowed his inexpert heavy
thrusts. But she freed her hands only to hold him closer and guide him
inside her.
Several nights later she woke up with a start. The room was dark and
Bill was sleeping soundly. At first she didn't know what had disturbed
her. But looking at the mirror, she suddenly knew. Quickly she went to
the guest room, tearing off her gown as Jim ripped his pants away, she
flung herself like a wildcat on him. Both of them gasped as she rode
him astride, like a cowgirl breaking a raunchy stallion. she pounded
his chest, his neck and his face with her fists until the climax of
pleasure felled her like a crashing fir tree to lie beside him. Then he
spent a long, long time just holding her and whispering love and
approval of her. She basked in his loving admiration.
Two days later she called him begging him to come. She was
exhultant now. She purred deep within, knowing the excitement of new
love. Free, because she knew there was nothing to fear now. On the
soft, smooth skin of her belly she felt his rough face - unshaven -
sliding down to her rich, full pussy. Her body arched in abandonment.
Her reeling senses climbed ever higher until she cried out softly, and
again and again. A long time passed before she once more became aware
of his gentle caresses.
The next time blew his mind. She had pleaded with him to come over
whenever he liked when husband Bill was at work, because it was
sometimes impossible for him to come late at night. So he started over
one day, but just as he neared her house her front door opened and Bill
walked out. Of course, Jim had no way of knowing that Bill had come
back to pick up his forgotten billfold, so he waited until Bill drove
off before he went on into her house. He saw at once that Bill had made
love to her before leaving with the billfold.
Angry, but excited, Jim pulled her down right there on the living room
floor. She was hot, wet and open...oooh she was sweet. The sweetest
thing in the world, he thought, is a fresh- fucked girl. As he held her
nude, warm body, he thought, Why should I be mad because she screwed her
husband? Lady Luck is allowing me to share - to have the major share -
for sure.
He well knew that her husband was usually inept at love making, but he
also knew that Ann's sexual drive was so powerful that even the least
skilled of men could easily excite her to powerful orgasm. Smiling to
himself, he softly caressed her very wet, very heated, very
recently-fucked cunt. His tongue lapped up the warm mixed juices on her
still throbbing pussy. So sweet! Uuumh. They did a 69 as she took his
nice cock into her warm mouth while he licked and loved her so alive
pussy. Unlike most men, Jim's penis curved upward like a scimitar. It
touched her "love spot" over and over again. She could hear the jungle
rhythm as her pussy fluttered as her aunt had taught.