Monday, December 31, 2007

Eileen's First Affair

Written by Bill (Feb 2000)

After dropping Mark off at his grand parents she spent the rest of the morning sorting out what she was going to wear.
She realised she hadn't been so excited about going out for years. She had the butterflies in her tummy which she had got as a teenager when she was going out on a first date with someone she had really fancied. As she discarded outfits from her wardrobe deep down she knew she was not going to dress for dinner with a friend but dinner with a date. She was looking for something to make him really fancy her.

She discarded longer skirts because they made her hips look lumpy - I must really lose a few more pounds she thought as she looked at her shorter skirts. Thank goodness my legs are all right, she thought, as she selected a tight short black lycra skirt which Tom had always said made her hips and backside 'absolutely fantastic' - certainly he had always been very keen to get her out of it!.

She teamed it up with a red fitted jacket but couldn't find the right blouse or body to go with it . She knew she would have to go into town to find just the right top. She was despairing that she wasn't going to get anything because they were either too ' frumpy' or a bit over the top. She realised that she didn't want to look too easy but she didn't want to look unavailable either!

Then she saw ' the top' in a small boutique' . It was a black blouse with a little military collar and was rather like a basque in that it was fitted to under the bust. It was daringly transparent except for lace beading up the front, and round the collar. In the privacy of the changing room she knew this was it.

It lifted her heavy breasts and her thick dark nipples could be clearly seen through the diaphanous material. It could be buttoned up to the neck to look demure with her jacket closed over it or she could open it to reveal a bit of the cleavage of her pushed up breasts. If she wanted to take her jacket off it was positively indecent.

She was still on a high from completing her outfit when she called at Carol's her hair dresser. Carol sensed her excitement especially when she asked her for new highlights and a shaggier younger style. To Carol's enquiry 'hot date?' she replied no not really only a friend of Tom's - but she couldn't resist telling Carol how gorgeous he was. She was really thrilled with her hair - it made her look about ten years younger and when she gave Carol an unusually large tip Carol said ' he must be special'. Conspiratorially she showed Carol her blouse who smiled knowingly and said 'he won't know what hit him'.

As she luxuriated in a hot bath she couldn't help thinking about what she was doing - however she found her hand straying to her blonde curls and before she really knew what she was doing she was having a sensational climax. She knew that her body had made her decision for her and that she really wanted Richard.

As she dressed she felt dangerously provocative and discarded the tights she usually wore with her short skirts for stockings and suspenders . She discarded her pants as they showed up through the tight material of the skirt - she almost discarded the suspenders in favour of hold ups because she knew they showed slightly through the tight skirt but she thought what the hell - suspenders always turn on Tom more..

Her outfit looked spectacular - the skirt and fitted blouse made her look much slimmer and yet curvier and she felt her boobs had never looked better. She decided to leave a few buttons undone and show a little bit of cleavage.

Richard drove into the driveway at 7.25 precisely and she remembered how with girlish enthusiasm she thought he must be keen. He looked absolutely gorgeous with his blonde collar length hair carefully groomed and he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt and expensive blazer and flannels. He had brought her some roses and as she took them from him she got an intoxicating waft of expensive aftershave as he bent to kiss her cheek. He whispered you look absolutely brilliant as she turned to put the flowers in water and she could feel his eyes on her.

She was glad that she had worn stockings as she noticed with quiet pleasure his eyes take in the glimpse of creamy thigh and stocking top as her skirt rode up her thighs as she got into the low seat of the Porsche.

As he drove she noticed he drove fast and confidently and she had admired his handsome tanned profile and how his strong hands covered in soft blonde down changed gear and handled the wheel. With a quiver in her groin she couldn't help imagining what they would be like running over the curves of her body. She abruptly stopped the drifts of her thoughts as she thought if I continue like this he really is going to think I'm easy. So she turned the conversation to lighter things.

As they drove along the coast to the inn at Portrobert they were soon chatting like old friends and she was looking forward to a really enjoyable evening with this most handsome of escorts. His manners were impeccable and when he parked the car in the inn car park he came round to open the door for her. Once again she was flattered both by the unspoken interest in his eyes as he took in first her cleavage and then her thighs and when he whispered ' you really look fantastic' as he took her hand to lead her to the inn.

She felt all sorts of emotions as his warm hand took hers - slight guilt because she hadn't walked hand in hand with anyone other than tom since she was married but also a massive charge of sexual energy and a feeling of being young and free again.

it was just near approaching sunset when they went into the lounge overlooking the seas for a pre dinner drink. They took a seat in two low arm chairs beside the window so they could look at the sun setting over the bay. As she sank back in the chair she felt his eyes going to her thighs and they exchanged a smile as she tugged her skirt down to cover her stocking tops.

While he went to the bar she careful crossed her legs and arranged the short skirt, as best she could to cover her thighs. As he went to the bar she noticed a group of girls in their early twenties take an obvious interest in him and she noticed on his way back he met their glances with a smile. As he sat down with a low alcohol beer for him and a large gin and tonic for her she noted that he ran his eye appreciatively over their thighs and pert rears in their micro mini skirts. For a second she felt a flash of jealousy but then she realised that if he wasn't so attractive she wouldn't be here with him tonight and that she was the one with him in spite of being the 42 year old mother of a teenage boy.

A couple of gins and cigarettes later she had relaxed enough to divert his attention on the way back from the bar by uncrossing and recrossing her legs. This time she didn't worry about tugging her skirt down nor whether he got a glimpse of thigh or even her pubes. Certainly between then and them going into the candle lit restaurant she totally kept his attention.

They had a fantastic meal and while he drank sparingly she polished off most of a bottle of Chablis and nearly a half bottle of claret . They told each other about their childhood and had just got round to their love lives when the waiter suggest they move into the lounge for their coffee and brandies.

The lounge wasn't too busy with just a couple of groups of young people at the bar so they were able to regain their seats at the window and admire the moon playing on the waves. As Richard went to the bar for another brandy for her she went to the loo. As she freshened up she felt really daring and before going back opened her jacket and opened her blouse to between her breasts. She was really disappointed when what she thought would be a grand entrance for her was ruined when she saw that Richard had his back to her and was chatting to some of the girls whom he had given the once over to earlier on.

When he saw her he brought her brandy over to the window. Once again she felt a pang of jealousy and the sense of uncertainty which older women feel when threatened by younger. She thought what the hell I'll give him something to look at and started to take her jacket off. As he helped her off with it she couldn't help noticing a group of young guys do a double take as her unfettered breasts nearly popped out and as they could obviously see her nipples through the net material. She thought sauce for the goose and gander.

However when she turned round and saw Richard's expression as he took in her breasts and erect nipples she knew she had absolutely nothing to worry about. He whispered hoarsely ' I have never seen such beautiful breasts on any woman- you have it all you're gorgeous , you have great breasts , great legs , great thighs and a great ass - Tom really is a very lucky man'. When she chided him about did he not prefer younger women he said with a rakish grin 'normally yes - but you really are special'.

As they drank the conversation returned to their love lives and she was surprised to hear how jealous she was when Richard admitted that he played the field a bit but he had been seeing quite a bit of Lucy Bellows. When she asked him was he serious he smiled and said no more serious than Tom.

She had recounted her own sexual experiences and he seemed rather surprised at her relative lack of experience saying - I really am flattered I had assumed that you would have had quite a few affairs.

He suggested they go for a drive to the next bay and she knew what was likely to happen

When they stopped overlooking the sea as he kissed her he deftly dropped her seat back. She melted into his arms totally and her mouth and tongue responded as eagerly as his own. He met no resistance when he eased her jacket off to see her two heavy breasts thrust up to him by the restrictions of the taut material. Cupping one he teased the nipple erect while admiring the large brown aureole. By the time he opened up the blouse further to release two very heavy pendulous breasts her nipples were totally erect and he could feel the excitement rising in him as it was in her.

As he felt the weight of her huge heavy breast his other hand slid up over her stocking top and after gently caressing the cool creamy thighs closed over the moist heat of her big pubic mound . He felt her move under him and a little moan escaped her throat as he inserted two fingers in her. As he gently rode her with these he felt her hands at his belt and soon felt her long cool fingers close over his throbbing erection. As her other hand cupped his balls he stopped being the seducer as lust overtook him and he tried to push her back to mount her.

No she moaned you lie back first. Still groping one of her big soft breasts he lay back as she bent over and took his shaft in her mouth. Still holding and gently squeezing his balls with one hand she worked his shaft gently into her mouth with the other, her tongue tracing tantalising circles round the top of his bulb as she took it in and out.

He had never had head like it. Her mouth was so soft, warm and inviting he felt he was floating on air. As he drifted she bent over him even further and with darting head movements took his whole length into her throat. This was something he had never experienced before and as he thrust in time to her bobbing head he noticed that her skirt had ridden up at the back to expose the bottom of her creamy buttocks. A haze of lust hit him at what this big willing mature married woman was doing and rucking her skirt right up to uncover two luscious jutting round orbs he thrust his hand between them to find her rosebud.

Initially she wiggled her rear to free it from his intruding finger but as his thrusts into her throat became more insistent she relaxed to allow him to enter her in unison at the two ends. With a shudder of excitement such as he had never felt before he climaxed into her throat. As he lay sated she greedily sucked his rod dry before also falling back in her seat. She smiled as he said ' that was wonderful - I've never had head as good' as traced the outline of her tiny mouth with his thumb.

As she started to nibble his thumb he noticed that her skirt was rucked up over her belly to expose her plump creamy thighs and the largest hairiest and plumpest pubic mound he had ever seen. She caught his glance and started to tug down her skirt saying 'don't look at my belly' . He gently kissed her and as he caressed her prominent belly he said that like the rest of you is fantastically curvaceous and ripe. He could feel her excitement rising as he played with her clit and in response he felt himself hardening again.

Still kissing her he laid her back and with his chest resting on her big soft mammaries he went between her thighs. He felt her shudder as he eased his length into her and she moaned with pleasure as he thrust it deep into the cavernous warmth of her pussy. He gently stroked in and out of her pelvic movements became more and more urgent until he had to roughly grab her big soft cool buttocks to prevent himself being thrown as she bucked wildly under him. One again his finger claimed her rosebud - this time she seemed to enjoy the twin intrusions and soon his finger and rod were thrusting into her side by side.

He felt her climax wildly once and she cried out ' Oh how I love you' before grabbing his buttocks to pull him deeper into her. As his excitement rose he felt her finger slip into his bottom and this shared intimacy of them tied in front and back made him realise he was reaching the point of no return. She seemed to realise this and increased her own urgent thrusts with groin and fingers as he thrust wildly into her with his cock and delved into her ample rear with his fingers. They exploded together tied closely in front and impaled on each others fingers at the rear and they remained tied like this as he felt her muscles pump him dry.

They must have lain like this for fifteen minutes before he rolled off her as his cock shrivelled. As he fell back into his seat and she lay in a post coital reverie he couldn't help thinking as he looked at her ripe body - how much he had enjoyed having her and how willing she had been. As he pulled up his trousers and she her skirt down she lit up a cigarette. They sat for few minutes in an awkward silence before he said ' you really were fantastic - I've never had a woman like you'. She looked a little sad and said ' I've never let myself go with anyone like that before except for Tom. ' He whispered Tom's a very lucky man to be able to have that every night'.

She said ' you're all the same - you soon look for something new and younger'. He reassured her by saying no one younger could ever give him as good a ride as she had.

As they listened to the radio and she smoked he asked could he see her again - 'for sex?' she asked. 'no he whispered I really fancy you. She smiled and said ' well I really fancy you but we will have to be careful'. He suggested that they go for a walk on the beach.

As they walked in the moonlight he opened her jacket and allowed the big creamy breasts to dangle free and unfettered. He suddenly wanted to see them her naked and pulled her jacket off. She lit up a cigarette. As she walked slightly behind and slightly to the side of her he couldn't help admire the profile of her big dangling jugs with their nipples sitting out like pencils, the ripeness of her thighs and the roll of her jutting buttocks in the skin tight skirt.

As they approached a wall to step up to the path he grabbed her from behind grabbing two overflowing handfuls of cool creamy tit while he ground his erection against her big soft buttocks. As he teased her nipples and nuzzled her neck she said That feels really good and reaching back grabbed his cock and balls. He rucked up her skirt right over her hips delved between her hips to claim her rosebud. Releasing his by now swollen rod he moistened the tip with saliva before nosing it between her big ripe hips to replace his finger He felt her stiffen and she said ' no Richard I don't really like that it can hurt'.

By now his desire for her big ass was so strong that he would not take no for an answer and tried to thrust his rod into her - she moaned please don't but he persisted saying 'I've wanted to ride that big ass since I first saw you'. She angrily retorted you guys are never satisfied with anything you always want more and more. OK you can have it but use some Vaseline.

She handed him a small jar from her bag and with an air of resignation bent over the wall with her big rear raised up. Initially he felt guilty. He had genuinely enjoyed his night and did like her, but the sight of the big creamy ripe thighs and the big jutting creamy buttocks framed by the black stockings and suspenders put lust foremost in his mind as the thought of putting his shaft into the deep crevice of her ass overruled every other thought.
He liberally smeared his rod with Vaseline and parting her upturned buttock eased the tip of his rod into her rosebud.

She gave a little moan at this intrusion and as he gently eased it in . When he had it fully home he bent over her and taking the weight of her breasts whispered 'its not too bad is it '? She moaned no its all right but please take it slow.
Whispering assent he gently rode it in and out until he felt her starting to unfreeze and to start to push her buttocks up to meet his thrusts . As he quickened up he asked her is this all right now and was delighted to hear her moan ' its good its really good'. This plus the sway and wobble of her big hips really turned him on and grabbing two handfuls of soft cool buttocks he really started to stallion her.

His animal thrusts were met by her heaving buttocks as he separated them to go deeper into her rear . As he splayed her buttocks to get his shaft fully into her he felt the delightful sensation of his balls slapping on the cool flesh of the crevice between them and he totally lost control as he exploded into her. Mouthing obscenities he pumped himself dry as she also caught up in animal lust thrust greedily against him exhorting him to really give it to her.

They collapsed to the sand him still embedded in her and still groping her breasts and buttocks in some sort of post coital lust. Before he disengaged and turning kissed her gratefully. He found himself saying over and over again 'you are really beautiful , you are really beautiful'. She started to cry and said I don't normally do that - I hope you don't think I'm easy. I really fancy you.' He reassured her that he fancied her and she came round well enough to wash him from a pool with her handkerchief.

He felt a mix of emotion from a deep sense of tenderness when after she had cleaned him she trailed her tongue the length of his rod before kissing the tip and saying - I've been a silly girl tonight but I really do want more of you.
To a sense of guilt about having taken advantage of her to a sense of satisfaction in having turned on this big married woman so that she would have done virtually everything for him on the first night, to a sense of that he would use this big woman's body well in the future.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Obsession Part 1

Written by (Elric the Albino) (Feb 2000)

Ever since first we met, I have done my utmost to convince you of your true worth.
I recall that day we ate lunch together in the Mall. I was fascinated by you. I was obsessed. By your independence, your distance, everything. I gazed at you across the table, and I knew with a certainty I had never known anything before, that I had to win your love, your trust. But you had been hurt before, and I knew you wanted to put that behind you. I never wanted anything so much in my life as I wanted you.

Subconsciously, I knew there was no shortcut to your love and your trust. I would have to earn it. I would have to show you that love need not be synonymous with possession, manipulation, emotional blackmail, anger. And then that night when, alone with you in your room, I could stand the uncertainty no longer. God, did you know how my every waking moment was occupied with thoughts of you ? How could you sit there and say you weren't sure of your feelings ?
Couldn't you see there was nothing left for me to give ? In a city hundreds of miles away from my nearest relative, out on a limb to an extreme degree.

What more did you want of me ? How else could I convince you to love me ? I don't remember what I said exactly, or what you said. But I know I hurt you with my bitter words. And we slept apart, as we had for so long; after all we were in your parents house. I couldn't sleep. I knew I had to give up this deluded hope and go back home. I so nearly did. Christ, what if I had done so ? You wouldn't have stopped me.

There would have been no begging on your part to make me stay. That's not your style. (And it's one of the many reasons I fell so hopelessly in love with you, my darling). We would have gone our separate ways. Oh to think of it! How could I have gone on with my dreary life without you ? It must have been 3 in the morning or some other such ungodly hour when, unable to sleep, unable to endure my own company, I crept into your room, touched your shoulder and woke you. You woke easily, as one does from a troubled sleep. I could see the night had not been easy for you either.

There was pain in your eyes, and helplessness. I told you I was sorry for what I'd said. You listened, holding my hand. I could sense the strong exterior crumbling about you, but I had not been expecting it. You started to say something. You wanted to tell me things, wanted to sort out your own feelings for me. But there was always that dreadful experience you'd endured, being with someone you hated for years, who used you relentlessly to deal with his own demons. When I'd said those things in anger, I'd been like him, you said. And it all just came back. You weren't sure you could deal with it . And then a look of such pain and hurt came over your pretty face. And you cried. And I cried. And we held one another, tightly.

I will never betray your trust, my love. I will never use you. I am not like him. I am me. From that night on, things would never be the same. We had had such a tumultuous initiation to love. Neither of us had ever experienced it before. I had experienced loneliness through actual isolation, and you had experienced the loneliness of a relationship without a future. We threw ourselves into it with abandon. We went everywhere together, did everything together. Spent whole days in bed, fucking each other's brains out. God how your body fascinated me. You would lie atop me, naked, your perfect ass in my hands, your long, waist length honey blonde hair rippling down your back, creamy white skin, so soft. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

We saw films, ate pizza, drank wine, debated, laughed, cried. I wrote poetry for you. I remember I washed every inch of your body when we showered. Kneeling before you, soaping the backs of your legs, your ass, your stomach, and you shampooing your hair (always an involved process). Working my way to your golden pussy. I was inexperienced, but by christ was I motivated to learn. I teased your clitoral bud with my tongue as you draped a leg over my shoulder, leaning back against the wall.

Afterwards, you lay on the bed, a white towel around your waist, me kneeling between your ivory white legs and bringing you to another climax. I love it when you come. A flood of cunt juices drowning my face in your essence, your entire body feverishly hot, as you pull me up to kiss me and tell me in no uncertain terms that I have pleased you. And then, recovering within a minute, you are on all fours on the bed, presenting your ass to me, and looking over your shoulder your blue eyes say : "Fuck me".

I cup your grapefruit sized tits in my hand as I slide into you. I kiss your neck, shoulders, your hair. I fuck to please you, and therein please myself. You fuck to please yourself. You are my dream woman. I remember also when we went to a Classical Music concert together. I watched you dress. Is there anything as erotic as watching you dress ? Black silk stockings sliding up your creamy white thighs. Black lace brassiere, draped over your breasts. You turn face on to me and step into black lace panties, sliding them up to your hips, unfortunately for me hiding your pussy from view.

You look at me with that self-possessed expression that I adore so much, the one that says you can never be owned by anyone, including me, but that I am yours. You turn around and reach for your brush but I have already anticipated you and soon I am standing behind you, combing your long hair. I am naked and my erect cock is just above your coccyx, my shaft chafing against the lace of your panties. The head of my cock is surrounded by the feathery ends of your hair. Your perfume (dolce vita, it drives me wild) surrounds me. You stare at me in the mirror with that same expression. When I have finished, you turn around, looking up at me (I am 6'2" and you are 5'8"), put your arms around my waist, and cradle your face into my chest. I love holding you this way. I kiss the top of your head, your forehead.

I help you into your dress. A long, silky blue, indian style gown, a present from me. Ankle length, but semi transparent. Then you hold up your hair as I encircle your neck with a silver chain and clasp it. Finally, your shoes, black strapped sandals with 2 inch heels. I watch as you place your foot upon the footstool and ease your foot into it, toenails painted in blood red. Late afternoon sunlight streaming in behind you, silhouetting your body beneath the gown beautifully for a moment. You glance at me and laugh. "Put some clothes on." The music that evening is wonderful. They play Symphony No. 4 by Mahler. My favourite composer. Since I introduced you to him through numerous playings from my music collection, you've come to appreciate the emotional intensity of his music as well. It expresses some of the feelings I have for you in a way I could never communicate in words.

It speaks of passion, obsession, yearning. No matter how much I get of you, I can never get enough. I yearn for more. We catch a taxi home, one long unbroken kiss all the way there. Once inside, the door barely closed, I fall to my knees. You reach down and lift the hem of your gown up to your waist. I am about to bury my face in your panties but you push the back of my head there anyway. You're so wet as I lap your panty covered pussy lips. Fingers in my hair. Somehow we make it to the bed. We get out of our clothes and I thrust into you lying on top of you.

When I'm on top, I like to keep my left leg straight, bend my right knee, and massage your breasts as I fuck you with gentle but rhythmic strokes. You dislike being roughly taken. What you want is a slow, sensuous fuck, with me sucking your earlobe, your breasts, kissing you everywhere, while I whisper in your ear of how I adore you. Those first few years I strove to open you up, free your soul. Get you to realise how beautiful you really are, how precious. Gradually, slowly, you began to see things my way. To become aware of your beauty, your sensuality, your gentle, loving nature. To exalt in all these things.

I worked part time teaching. You finished your Ph.D. in Sociology. Soon after, you took a University position in research. My job became full time, and suddenly we were making $100 000 a year between us. Finally, we could afford to buy a home. We found a wonderful place for ourselves. Quiet, open. Polished wooden floors, homely. A fireplace. A big bedroom. A big bath. All the important things.

We had come so far together. I had watched you developing into a more and more confident woman. The fact that you earned nearly twice what I did underscored that. And I had always wanted it this way. The strength of our love for one another was greater than ever. But subtly, the dynamics of our relationship had changed. You had become more and more dominant, and I had become more and more joyously your devoted servant. You read those stories on internet sites written by men with D/s fantasies, and in most of them this change occurs very suddenly.

He comes home one day to find her dressed up as a dominatrix and demanding that he scrub the floors, cook dinner, and lick her boots. Or he convinces her to tie him up, and she takes to the role so much she decides she wants to keep things that way. With us, it wasn't like that. Instead, over the years, you resisted my need to be dominated less and less as you became more and more self assured. I never even said I wanted it explicitly. But you knew. And whereas once you had been embarrassed (for me mainly) to see me on the floor before you kissing your feet, now it seemed far more natural that I should do so.

I had taken on more and more of the housework; your hours were much longer than mine, so it was inevitable. With the exception of the cooking. You are such an incredible cook, and you like to be in control of that. You leave the associated menial labour to me - chopping, peeling, general preparation, cleaning up. Nevertheless, there were a few moments that could be regarded as turning points of a sort. For years you'd been working out, unsatisfied at how easily I could beat you in an arm wrestle. After sex, we'd sometimes play around. I remember how I'd hold you off with one hand while you pushed down at me with all the strength in both your arms, giggling uncontrollably. But after five years of constant weights, that had all changed. Outwardly, you hadn't changed greatly. More toned perhaps. But you'd always been slender and you'd always had a great body. The main difference was in your stamina, your energy, and your strength.

I guess I really started to notice not long after we got some gym equipment installed, and turned the basement into a home gym. Bench press. Tread mill. Weights. I would come in now and then while you worked out. Help you with your warm down. Or just watch. I loved to watch you lift weights. I began to notice muscles in your arms that I hadn't noticed before. Christ, what a sight. Lying back, in that skin tight white cotton leotard, lifting, up and down, up and down. Sweat lining your legs, your thighs. You quickly realised how turned on I was watching this. One warm summer day, during your weights training, you stopped, sat up on your elbows and looked over at me. A sultry smile on your face. Reaching up, pushing the straps off your shoulders, and peeling down to your waist. Exposing those gorgeous firm tits. Nipples erect, showing your arousal. Then you went back to it. It was the first time you deliberately used the occasion to do something overtly sexual. The next time took me by surprise. I came back from work to find you lifting weights. Gone was the white leotard. Now you were in a red lycra leotard, almost entirely transparent, and red heels. I nearly creamed myself there and then.

I came over and stood beside you, looking down at you. You stared up at me with that self possessed half smile. "Get undressed." You told me breathlessly. I undressed before you, and stood to attention at your feet. "You're all excited about something." My cock was hard as. You stopped lifting for a moment, and then lifted your foot and rubbed the heel against my shaft. Then you pushed the instep against my head and pinned it to my stomach. You giggled. I groaned. I couldn't stop staring at your pussy. You stood up and walked over to a stretching bar. I'll never forget the sexual tension of that moment. At the rear, the leotard was a g-string, leaving your firm, tight ass entirely exposed.

You walked slowly, with measured steps. Ass swaying seductively. Then you reached the bar, turned side on to me, and lifted your leg up to hang it on the bar. I watched you flexing. You stopped looking at me, that lost in your own world look came over your face. For what seemed ages I stood there, just watching you. You did the other leg. You did some leg squats. Facing me. Turned away from me. When you faced me, your hair came down to just under your ass. "God you're beautiful Jane." I said. You closed your eyes and whispered "Sshhhh." I wanted to touch myself, but somehow I knew you didn't want me to.

Then you got up, walked toward me. Stopped about a pace from me. Planted your feet apart a little, put your hands on your hips, and tossed your hair over your shoulder. Looking up at me with those arresting deep blue eyes of yours. There was a mirror that dominated the wall behind you. I glanced at it and the sight of you standing there before me, legs planted apart in that dominating stance, your long long hair coming down to your ass, just made me even more turned on. No words were needed. I got down to my knees. I was so aroused I was trembling. I looked ahead and saw an amazing image. Of me kneeling, framed by your slim white legs. I was about to look up at you, but I felt your hand on top of my head, pushing down gently but firmly.

I could smell the incredible combined scent of dolce vita and your pussy juices. I saw you peeling down your leotard. Off your shoulders, exposing your creamy white back. Until it hung off your hips. Your hands fell to your sides. "Get it off me." You ordered quietly. I love how your voice, which is so quiet, gentle, almost hushed, can at the same time be so commanding. I peeled it down off your hips, studying your cunt for a moment.

You always keep it trimmed into a neat golden triangle about an inch and a half across. A small brown mole just under your left pussy lip that's been there as long as I can remember. You were wet, your pungent scent was all around me. I know you were really turned on by the dynamics of the moment too. I slid it down your legs, then let it drop to the floor at your feet. You slid it away with your foot. I bent down and kissed your red shoe. Funny how I knew exactly what I had to do. I licked the heel, swirling my tongue around it. I could hear your finger gently teasing your clitoris above me.

Your breathing becoming laboured. I started kissing my way up your lower leg, licking the salty sweat off it. One thing that has really improved over the years is your legs. They've become more athletic, sinewy. You like to take your time with orgasms, so I took mine, although what I'd have loved more than anything was to fuck your brains out there and then. But then, this was a lifelong fantasy of mine come true. No whips, no chains, no corny phrasemongering. Just a sensual scene in which you were unmistakably in complete control, and the focus was entirely on your pleasure.

Up your leg, inside your thigh, your pussy juice running down your leg, giving me my first taste of you. I could hear you moaning softly, muttering soft oaths to yourself as I neared the underside of your heavenly sex.

I busied myself with cleaning your essence off your inner thighs as you finger fucked yourself. I looked up, despite myself, and saw your gaping cunt inches above me. Some drops fell on my face. You had your middle and index finger inside you, your hard little clit between them. Rapidly massaging it back and forth. Just then you reached down with your free hand, grasped me by the hair and lifted me up firmly, causing me to wince. With a shudder of your entire body, you squirted a brief flow of your essence onto my upturned face.

Your legs were trembling and I reached out to hold them. I lapped up whatever I could gather of your nectar. You pushed my face into your sopping mound, leaving me in no doubt that I should now clean you out. And clean you out I did, with joyous abandon, lapping it up like a starved dog. After that, we showered, washed each other, my raging prick begging for release. You were behind me, arms about my waist, tits digging into my back, soaping my dick with long, smooth strokes of your delicate hand. I love the feeling of your hand on my cock.

Your hands are so small, fine bone structure, delicate. You started rubbing your breasts against my back, and then your pussy against my ass, kissing my neck. You know just how to wank me. When you get to the sensitive point just under the glans, you swirl your finger against it. I groaned, bucked my hips, and blew my load onto the shower screen, with the image of you in a skin-tight red lycra leotard doing stretch exercises in my mind. Certainly an intense moment I'll never forget. Not long after that, you received a professorship and I had to endure longer periods apart from you.

We talked about moving to the US, but it would be hard for me to find work there. Still, we could easily make ends meet on the $75000 salary you were on alone. You never tried to pressure me. I knew how important it was to you too. The academic who had supervised your honours research was there, and he had helped you work on your Doctoral thesis. He was internationally known in the field, and I knew that if we moved to the US, your career would leap ahead by bounds. You told me once, "I don't ever want to do anything that would put strain on our relationship, Steve. That will always come first.". Meanwhile, our sexual relationship continued to develop as you became more and more confident a woman.

At 30, you were more beautiful than ever. I had to marvel at how much you had grown since that shy 21 year old girl I'd met all those years ago. And what made me so proud was knowing that I had had a big role in that transformation. You know I will never rest, as long as I live, doing all I can to make you happy. I attended a public lecture you gave once. It was fantastic. You made Darwinian science sound enthralling. I loved the barbed remarks directed at Creation Science !

We got one of those old fashioned bath tubs, the kind you can carry around. You've always loved baths. You wanted to put it on the balcony so you take long baths outdoors in the fresh air. Our balcony overlooks a vacant stretch of hills, so there were no problems of prying eyes. I would get the water ready while you did something else, like working out. After a while you'd come. The water would be ready and I'd have brought out a table with anything else you needed - oils, soaps, shampoos. A glass of your favourite red. You would come in your white terry cloth robe, fresh from the exertions of your exercise routine. A glance of satisfaction to see everything was prepared, and then you'd stand before me as I knelt beside the tub and allow me to untie your belt.

A brief glimpse of your perfection before you give me a loving tousle of my hair, then turn and climb into the tub. I would wait on you all afternoon as you lazily read, masturbated, or just soaked. Help shampoo your hair, scrub your back, soap your legs and arms. Then you'd get out and let me towel you dry. Waiting on you hand and foot like that was, and is, such a pleasure for me. After the bath, it is time to shave your legs and pussy.

This is a task that I have only been rewarded with after some time. At first I would just watch you, and you would glance up at me now and again and smile. When I asked if I could do the work for you, you were reticent. But at some point you let me try, and I performed the task to your satisfaction. You sit in a wicker chair, and I do the front of your legs. Then your pussy, which I trim into a nice neat triangle. Then you stand up, turn around, and I shave the backs of your legs.

At the end, I bathe you in oil of your choice. Sometimes, you are a bit horny and when I start kissing and licking your ass, you grind your asshole into my nose, as I tongue your rosebud or lick the underside of your cunt. But sometimes you laugh quietly to yourself when I try, turn around, squat down eye level with me, kiss me lovingly, thank me, and leave me there with a huge erection. We were having dinner at one of our favourite restaurants one night, when you handed me a letter across the table and asked me to read it. It was from the Professor who'd supervised your thesis. He wanted you to come over and work with him.

He had arranged a position for you at a prominent New York university. He wanted to write a book with you. He greatly admired the book you had had published recently. The position was a professorship. $US 120,000 a year. Jesus H. Christ. I looked at you in disbelief.
"All I want you to do is think it over," you said, holding my hand across the table.
"If you don't want to do this, then we won't. I'm happy here. I'm happy as long as we're together."
There was no doubt in my mind. "There's nothing to think about, darling. We have to go. Just think of what it'll do for your career."
You sighed. "Steve. This isn't a bedroom game anymore. If we go, we're going into the unknown. And what about your career ? What about your life ?"
I shook my head. "I don't have a career. And my life is nothing without yours."
"Don't say that. It's not true. What about your writing ?"

I'd made a lot of abortive attempts at writing a book. "I've got at least as much hope of finishing my book there as I have here." "What about your family ?"
"I've lived a long way from them for ten years. Being further won't make much difference. And with this sort of money we can visit regularly anyway. I'll get a part time job I'm sure."

In the end I convinced you it was what I wanted too. It was a bit painful leaving. Something in me knew I wouldn't be coming back to live for a long time. It cut both our mothers up for sure. But I knew we were doing the right thing. This was your dream. I had my own, sure, but they were just as pursuable there as here. We settled in easier than I'd thought at first. They took care of a lot of stuff - accomodation (a wonderful apartment in the heart of town, way bigger and plusher than anything we'd ever lived in), working permits and visas, and a host of other annoying paperwork.

You started work fairly quickly after we arrived, leaving me at home. Not since we'd first met had being apart from you been so hard. But I threw myself into turning the new place into a home, making life comfortable for you when you got home. I even learned some new recipes ! I got in lots of piano practice. Added a bit more to my book. Went shopping and bought you things. One day I was passing a specialty clothing store. On impulse I went inside and looked around. I'd seen shops like this before, but this had a range that left any others I'd seen for dead. I'd hinted at my fantasies about female domination to you before, but we'd never tried this stuff out. I gazed at the corsets, boots, whips, paddles, cuffs, masks, and clamps in fascination.

I kept picturing you in the outfits. Then I tried to think about something else because my dick was getting pretty hard. The next thing I knew it, I'm standing outside with 2 boxes full of stuff. Jesus. What if you said you didn't want to do this ? Oh well, what was done was done.
I went home, put them in a secret place, and forgot about them for a while. You were so busy at the time. But you were doing something you really loved, and when you got home, although you were tired, you invariably wanted attention.

Then, a few weeks after I'd bought that equipment, the turning point came. I came home after seeing an evening movie one Saturday night. You were away for the weekend at a Conference in Boston. I wasn't expecting you back until Sunday evening. I got home, in from the driving rain outside, and hung up my coat in the hallway. A scent. The smell of lavender.

You loved essential oils. It was dark, but here and there were candle burners on tables. I knew you were home. On the table I found a note, with a single red rose laid across it. I picked it up and read it. It was written in your neat, flowing script. "I'm waiting for you darling. Come into the bedroom when you are ready. Don't say anything. Take off your clothes, put on the blindfold at the foot of the bed, kneel there, and await my arrival." Signed with an ornate J. The letter smelled of dolce vita. I breathed it in and I got a little hard at just that. If only I had known what awaited me. Our bedroom afforded a wonderful view of the city. I came in to find the rain had stopped outside, and the moonlight bathed the sky otuside in an ambient glow. There were a couple of oil burners, one of the bedside table, one on the dressing table.

There was soft music playing on the stereo. Laid back jazz/soul. Just below and to the left of the window, the fireplace with a good blaze going steadily. A single wicker chair before it, and a footstool beside that. At the foot of the bed I found the blindfold. I undressed and put it on. I knelt, and waited. I waited for what seemed like an hour. I think it was an hour. I thought about us. About how lucky a man I am to be with such a wonderful woman.

I thought about what this all could mean. What were you going to do with me ? And then, when I was about to give up hope you would ever arrive, I heard the door open. Or did I ? I listened. Silence again. "Jane ?" I said aloud. I had forgotten the dictum in the note about not talking And then I heard footsteps. Very slow. Measured. High heels. But a heavier heeled sound than I was unfamiliar with. My heart beat loudly in my chest.

I fought the urge to take off the blindfold. Then, the unmistakable scent of your perfume, and oh, Jesus, the unmistakable scent of you. You were right near me. Something hard and cold touched my right shoulder, and trailed across my chest as you walked past me. I heard you giggle softly. Your hand, clad in what felt like a leather glove, touched my head and grasped my blindfold.
"Close your eyes, my love, and keep them closed until I say otherwise."
You gave me a tug on the blindfold to make me face a different direction (the window on the other side of the room ?) I closed my eyes. The blindfold came off. It was strange after all that time feeling the cool air on my face. Your steps receded. Then they stopped. Silence for a minute or so.
"Open your eyes, my love."
I opened my eyes. I was bleary after all that time blindfolded. I looked up across the room, and saw you, dimly, standing by the window. You seemed to be wearing a long, flowing black robe, very silky.
There was something in your hair. A glass of wine in your hand. "I'm so happy here, Steve. I love the work I'm doing. You've made so many sacrifices for me."

I was about to speak, but then I remembered what you'd said in the note. I bit my lip. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness. I could see that it was a flower in your hair. Perhaps a rose. Yes, I'd bought you a bunch of roses recently. You set down your glass on the table nearby, turned away from me. "I know you love me. I know we'll always be together." You slid out of the robe. I gazed dumbfoundedly at the image before my eyes. Your legs were clad in a pair of inky black leather boots that looked very familiar. Four inch stiletto heels.

Your body encased tightly in the black lace teddy and garter piece I'd bought you years ago, my first erotic present to you. About your slim waist was a broad black belt. Hanging off this were a pair of handcuffs, and at your right hip a riding crop. Black leather gloves came half way up your upper arms. They looked familiar too. You were standing beside the fireplace. Between your parted legs the fire burned steadily, showing quite clearly your silken cunt hairs, wet with your anticipiation.

You turned to look over your shoulder at me, and smiled like nothing out of the ordinary was happening here. Then you turned to face me. I looked at the walking wet dream in front of my eyes. You had put on a little makeup. Red lipstick.

The teddy pushed your tits up, presenting them like ripe fruits, barely covering your nipples. Your gorgeous pussy framed by the straps of the garter belt. You're dreaming this, Steve. Wake up. That rose in your hair was a lovely touch. A look of virginal innocence coupled with the severe black leather, the blue eyeliner, the whip hanging off your belt. My heart was beating furiously, my ears were hot, my mouth was dry, my cock was aching like hell. I wanted to jerk off at the sight.

The thought of touching you was almost sacrilegious, so perfect were you. You ran your hands over the tops of your boots. "You didn't hide these very well. But then, maybe you wanted me to find them huh ?". You threw a knowing smile at me and laughed. "Mmm, they feel nice." I watched you walk over to place your foot with careful deliberation upon the footstool. You ran your hands over your leather-clad thigh. Eyes closed, you reached up to pull down the lace teddy a little to free your tits, and cup them in your gloved hands. Sweet Lord, what a sight.

Your finger inserted itself between your swollen cunt lips and made circular movements around your clit. A soft whimper escaped your lips. You stopped, took your foot off the stool, and came to assume a commanding stance, hands on hips, a sultry, deadly serious look on your sweet face. There was a brief silence that seemed like ages as you stared at me intently in a way I've never seen you stare at me before. Somehow I knew you were taking this fantasy of mine very seriously indeed. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe.

You reached down and pulled the riding crop from the side of your belt, and shook it out onto the floor next to you.
"Do you want me to use this, Steve ?" I gulped. I nodded.
Your expression was back to its familiar soft, gentle, and caring nature.
"Are you sure darling ?" I nodded again. I had never been more certain of anything in my life. I could tell that, although you were aroused by the feeling of power you had, you didn't want to hurt me. But my eyes implored you. You gestured toward the bed with a nod of your head.

"Kneel at the foot of the bed facing me."
I crawled over and knelt at the foot of the bed. After a moment you started walking toward me. I saw you approaching, like a calculating tigress stalking her prey, until you were standing right over me.
"Lick me." Without thinking (I swear I wasn't trying to get punished), I lovingly cupped your incredible ass in my hands and buried my face in your bush.

After feeling heaven for but a brief moment, there was a searing pain across my naked back. I howled in surprise and jumped back, knocking my head against the bed posts.
"I told you to lick me, not touch me." You pointed out coolly. You reached out, held onto the bed posts, and put a leg either side of my head. All I could see was your beautiful wet pussy above me.
"Lets see if you can get it right this time.

Start with my feet." I knelt right down and my tongue found the smooth leather of your boot heel. This is where I had always wanted to be. This is where I belonged. You masturbated as you oversaw my work. Breathing heavily. You were as aroused as I. Hours may have passed as I gradually wound my way up your legs. You were in no hurry.
You savoured every moment. I had reached your boot tops when I looked up hopefully. But you were engrossed, massaging your tits, eyes closed.

"Lick my cunt Steve." I began delivering long, loving flecks to your searing pussy. You wedged your clitoris between your index and middle finger, and began frantically rubbing it.
"Lick - my asshole. Don't touch me."
Your asshole tasted delicious like the rest of you. I heard you groaning. I was surrounded by you. Your hands were twining my hair roughly. Then I felt you yank my head back firmly and lift my jaw upward to look into your lovely eyes. "Get on the floor and lie flat" you breathed down at me brusquely. I lay down looking up happily at my Goddess.

With calm deliberation, you placed your hands on your thighs and then squatted right down over my face. It was getting hard to take this teasing, but I knew I was entirely at your mercy and that is what I wanted. I stared up at your face, despite wanting to study your beautiful cunt forever. Placing your fingers around your clit again, you eyed me like I were a new pair of shoes you were considering for purchase and said :
"I'm going to come now." And then you calmly, methodically, squirted a stream of warm pussy juices all over my face.
I cannot begin to describe the eroticism of that moment.
"Drink it my darling." And you began to giggle. You were holding onto the bed, your body trembling as yet another orgasm racked your perfect form.

From that point on, your ownership of me was complete.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

The Ex-Student

Written by (Elric the Albino) (Feb 2000)

I was walking along, about ten in the evening, a quiet Sunday.
It was the holiday period and I was pretty happy. Going home after checking the city out, doing a bit of shopping. Mind you I'm no shop-a-holic. I haven't got the money to be some happy-go-lucky yuppie.

I'm a teacher in fact. Used to work in high schools, but now I'm lucky enough to have a relatively cosy job working in an adult college for overseas students. Still, I'm a working guy when all's said and done.
It was a full moon or close to it. I live in in a fairly upmarket suburb within walking distance of the centre of the city. The rent was surprisingly reasonable. The main thing that attracted me was I could work to work, and I could walk to the city.

Anyway, most people who live there are pretty affluent - professional types, and I mean professionals that get paid like professionals; doctors, solicitors, higher ranking public servants. I've always felt somewhat out of place there, but sometimes in life you find yourself in a certain place and a certain situation you weren't at all anticipating.
I came to a set of lights and crossed. Nobody around. Sunday evenings are so quiet. It was late November, and the evening was slightly chill, though pleasant.

Two females appeared up ahead of me. At first I couldn't make anything out about them, but eventually I got close enough to see they were fairly young. They were wearing school blazers of some sort, navy blue.
I recognised them as students of a local girls only school. It is a huge school and very prestigious. It says something about where I livethat a school like that is located there. I have to say that there is something about teenage girls, particularly the prettier ones, that unsettles and excites me at the same time.
And not just any teenage girl.

What I have in mind is the middle class teenage girl. With her invariably dim view of the world, a world of shopping, clothes, parties, and secret giggles behind covered faces. The working class teenage girl on the other hand does many of the same things. But she is thoroughly alienated and does it for that reason, while at the same time holding it almost with contempt, a contempt that is turned back on herself and manifests itself as a form of self loathing.

She is much more a victim of gender expectations than the middle class girl. The middle class girl tends be socially dim witted; she is destined to be a flighty shopper, a party hostess, the appendage of a successful career man. And yet, if she is really "liberated" in spirit, manages to make her own career, and is prepared to take on the world to some degree, she can become the ultimate femme fatale fantasy. Affluent, confident, sexual, and in control. For her sex is power.

She can use it to bring men to their knees. At least in the bedroom, she can totally crush female oppression beneath the heel of her boot. How does a woman factory worker attain this liberation ? She works long hours for poor pay. When she gets home she's tired.

Sex is just another thing to be got through. No, the nineties, liberated middle class woman is the stuff of my fantasies. A woman who wants to fuck me, but doesn't give a shit either way whether I enjoy it or not. A woman who truly believes men like me are there to please her.

So anyway, I came near them and did what I always do when I get near that sort of girl. My heart beat faster, I felt a little self conscious, and I immediately started thinking about them without their clothes on. Because they were lovely looking girls. Both quite tall, about five nine or ten. One had a fairly dark complexion, perhaps part Indian I thought, her long jet black hair tied into a ponytail behind her. The other one was fair of skin, honey blonde, with a short bob-style, shoulder length. I'm not the classic handsome guy, but nevertheless I'm good looking enough.

Fairly lean of build, athletically minded, and very tall. My hair is very short and dark, almost black. I have a fairly dark complexion. When I taught in high school, I got a fair few anonymous letters of a romantic nature. I got a few that were downright obscene. One day, I found a pair of red lace panties in my bag (I am still wondering which girl it was). But I was not by any means universally regarded in this light by that section of the female student body concerned with fantasising about teachers (or is that all of them ?)

One day I was cleaning some graffiti off a desk and I found this : "Mr. Janis is a cutie." Loveheart. Then underneath a couple of other comments to that effect, one which was far more explicit. It seemed there had been some dialogue on the matter, because nearby were other remarks written by other students which begged to differ. "Mr. ? is better" and "No way - he's a jerk." Ouch that hurt. That one sort of hit the nail on the head regarding the female mind when it comes to physical attraction.

For very few is it separable from an assessment of the man as a person. Most women cannot find a man attractive if he fails to meet basic personal qualities - has confidence, a good sense of humour, wit, intelligence, a powerful career. And therein lies my own assessment of the extent of my appeal to the opposite sex. Some women do indeed see only a man without the body of an Adonis, without large biceps, etc. and find me average at best.
But many women who know me undoubtedly find me attractive. One of the reasons is this. I have never felt uncomfortable around women. I love women, all women. I have never been afraid of them. I understand them. Other men, well that's a different story. But women - I have a sharp sense of humour and I invariably make them laugh. I'm politically minded, but I'm not the armchair variety. I'm a socialist actively involved in fighting women's oppression .

Most women of a left-leaning nature respect men like me (there aren't many) because of that. But I never had anything like sexual relations with a student. Maybe if the opportunity had arisen I might have. But I don't think so. I'm too afraid of being found out. And I couldn't take advantage of someone in that way. Nevertheless, I have definite fantasies about young girls, especially the ones from affluent families. I want to shatter their cosy existence. I was about to turn left away from these girls when I caught the eye of the strawberry blonde haired girl and my heart froze.

I knew her. Jesus, fuck, I knew her. She had stopped walking and was smiling hesitantly. Amanda -? Tenth grade. Bright. Quite popular. "Hi ! Mr. Janis ?" I laughed nervously.
"Eh - Amanda is it ?"
"How're you doing anyway ?"
"Good thanks. Are you still teaching ?"
"I am."
"This is Aiesha by the way." I looked at her. She had a very bold look about her. I knew instantly she was trouble.

She stared at me like a grown woman in a bar looking to pick up. "Hi." I managed a weak smile.
"You're class was cool. But I like science anyway."
"You're at Brisbane Grammar I see. Year 12 ?"
"Yeah - was. Hey I did Physics !"
"Find it ok ?"
"Yeah. It was ok. Aiesha did it once before. We helped each other."

An uncomfortable silence. "Is he the teacher you said you had a huge crush on ?" Amanda went bright red. "Aiesha!" I looked down, uncomfortable myself.
"Mmm ... I can see why." I looked up at this strange girl. Well, to hell with going easy I thought. If you're going to play it that way. She looked back at me, meeting my gaze without flinching one bit. Jesus.

This girl had been around for sure. My instincts told me to break away from this situation, but I was so flattered by their attentions and so intrigued by them that I remained fixed to the ground as though nailed there. I looked back at Amanda. "It seems your friend's got experience with more than just Physics." Well, perhaps that was a bit sharp for an opener. But, well, if that's the game that is being played then so be it. Aiesha's defiant gaze wavered just a little at that comment. Amanda blushed even more furiously and broke out into a breathless laugh, looking across at her friend meaningfully.

When she'd recovered, she asked, "Are you still seeing Miss Webster ?"
Bloody hell. I didn't want to think about that now. Rosalind Webster. It had been serious, and I'd not seen anyone since we broke up. Two young teachers engaging in a relationship under intense scrutiny.
Neither of us were the type to make that work.
"No." I knew what the next the question would be so I added, "I'm avoiding women at the moment."
I felt I'd got over Rosalind, so I could say that with an amiable smile. "Oh. Too bad, you two looked really good together."

I should have gone ages ago. I don't know what kept me there, or why I lied to them about not being attached. Well, maybe I did know. There was another pause. I was about to say, "Well I must be off" when the indomitable Aiesha said, "We're going for coffee. Are you doing anything ?"

I saw Amanda look away, stifling a nervous laugh. She'd been too afraid to ask. I looked at Aiesha. She wasn't playing around. I spoke the fateful words.
"Yeah why not." We went for coffee. I found out they'd been to the Valedictory Dinner that evening.We talked about those days at my old school. About the other students. What I thought of them.

"Did you hate Mrs. Godfrey ? Come on be honest." I shrugged. "She was a tyrant for sure." I had no problem with dealing with that sort of question. Mrs. Godfrey had been the Headmistress. I'd hated her guts and she'd hated mine. One reason she'd hated me was she hated unions and I was the delegate for my area. Amanda Riley laughed.

She was getting a little more comfortable now. "You've finished your exams then ?" She rolled her eyes. "Yeah thank god."
"Are you going to uni ?"
"Yeah I want to do Engineering."
"Ah. Lots more Physics in store for you."
"Good. I like Physics. It's English I find hard. You have to actually think." I laughed. I remembered her now. I'd liked her, she'd liked me. Teachers know that sort of student - bright, but socially competent.
Sits near the front, and talks to you like a person while rolling their eyes at the yahoos up the back. A little flirtatious.

"You never listened in class, but you always got A's." She smiled happily. "Tell me about it," spat Aiesha with disgust.
"It's infuriating. She got A's all through this year too."
"Not English. I got Bs. And for the exam I'll get a C I reckon."
"You dad's a lecturer isn't he ?"
"Yeah. He's in the Botany department." "And your mom - where does she work again ?"
"She's a doctor." "That's right." After a pause Aiesha said, "Amanda's only got a month to go before she turns 18. We were going to go see a few clubs tonight."
"Yeah, Mr. Janis, come with us. Aiesha's 19 and nobody will bother about me they always let me in."

I sighed. It was already well past the point of no return. "I don't know."
"Come on. Why not ?" I sighed again.
"You don't have to call me Mr. Janis anymore." She smiled.
"Jeff then. Hey remember how I used to call you that in class, and you'd go : "it's Mr. Janis, Amanda." And now you're here telling me to call you Jeff."
"If we're going to go we should go now. I'm not going in this." Said Aiesha pointedly. And so we went. They stopped off on the way home at Amanda's house. I was worried about parents of course.
There were none in sight. I wasn't unduly concerned. I remember her parents from parent-teacher interviews. They were the bohemian type.

He was your typical unkempt Botany professor. Shoulder length kinky sandy coloured hair and round glasses like John Lennon. Her mother was very attractive, very sexy. I remember the second time I'd seen her for a P-T interview, Eric (her father) hadn't been there, only her.
Not that they'd approve of me fucking their daughter. And let me tell you, my mind was already contemplating the prospect. The other part kept saying, "You're dreaming bud. It won't happen. But then the first part retorted, "Yeah but you know what can happen in these sort of situations."

Amanda set me up with the tv, got me a coke, and told me they would be down in about half an hour. It was early for the nightclubs anyway. "Er, Amanda ..."
She stopped, about to head upstairs. "What ?"
"Where are your parents ?"
Her serious face softened into a smile. I remembered that smile from when she'd been a student of mine. It was, quite simply, beautiful.
"They're not here. Awaaay. For four days. Went up the Sunshine Coast."

I must have been showing my discomfort.
"Hey don't worry about them. You've met them, you know they're pretty cool. They liked you and they'd be ok with it."
Yeah, I thought. But once again the thought presented itself in my mind. Self control is not your forte, Jeff.
Another smile and she floated away up the stairs. I watched tv. It was some stupid film about a guy who clones himself so he can spend more time with his kids. With Michael Keaton. I hate Michael Keaton.

I flipped around, then turned it off. I looked around the lounge. It was a pretty flash place. Still, what would you expect for a doctor and a university professor with one child ? They must have been pulling in over 150 grand a year. I check out the CD collection. Lots of classical, jazz, and some blues. I looked at the books. There were lots of women's issue/feminist books there by people like Susan Faludi, Gloria Steinem, Germaine Greer and so on. I had always suspected Ingrid (Amanda's mother) to be a bit of a feminist.

But the power dressing type. I bet she tied Eric up and whipped him. Suddenly the image of Ingrid in a dominatrix outfit presented itself to me. I tried to banish it because it was too arousing. But then, when I tried to banish that image, it was replaced by Aiesha and Amanda in dominatrix outfits. That was even more arousing.
I sat down gingerly, wiping my forehead. What was wrong with me ? I was happy with my life. Why was I unable to stop these stupid fantasies about extremely young women ?
"Well, we're ready !", Amanda called out as she came down the stairs. I turned around and my jaw nearly dropped.

She was wearing a similar dress to the one her mother had worn that day, but red, and shorter. Black silk stockings, black high heels. She'd applied a little make-up and she looked a little older. A silver chain about her neck. As she descended the stairs, she swayed her hips slowly, smiling at me. Behind her came the lovely, exotic Aiesha.

She wore a black miniskirt, skin-tight, with knee high lace up boots. Her jet black hair fell behind her loosely. She stopped behind Amanda and put her hands on her shoulders.
"Isn't she just gorgeous ?" Amanda made an embarrassed smile and snorted slightly.
"Yes. Yes, she is. And so are you."
For the first time, she smiled at me. "Thanks."
"OK, now we have to go to my place so I can make myself worthy of you two beautiful young ladies. I look like a dog."

Just then I realised they might see signs of Jane around the place. But I quickly decided that if they did, I'd just say we'd broken up. "Sure. Let's go." My place was fairly close by as it happened. We went inside. I told them to make themselves at home.
They sat watching Rage on the tv.
"There's a drinks cabinet just over there. Help yourselves. I'll be down soon."
"OK." Called out Amanda happily.

I went into the bedroom and started looking around for something to wear. I heard them laughing in the lounge next door. I finally settled on a good pair of blue jeans, white shirt, and brown leather jacket. Underneath I wore my black g-string briefs. Hell, I thought. If this gets to a point where my pants are off, I'd best be prepared. Before I put my jeans on I stood before the mirror and appraised myself.

I pulled aside the briefs and took out my cock. I have a nice cock, every woman I've been with tells me that. It's a nice 7 inches. I walked over to the door and listened. They were talking too quietly for me to hear. Suddenly they broke out into laughter again. I walked back to the mirror.
I keep my black pubic hair nicely trimmed into a neat triangle. I shave my balls. There's no worse feeling than when a woman jacks you off and your dick gets caught in your pubic hairs.

I stroked my cock slowly, closed my eyes, and imagined those two beautiful girls kneeling before me, waiting to fellate me. I felt myself getting dangerously close to going over the edge so I stopped with some degree of effort. I pulled on my jeans, then finally my black spurred boots.
Then I went outside to join them.
"Have you ever tried it before ?" We were sitting in the lounge while Rage played on in the background. Drinking vodkas and orange. And I'd decided to pass the pipe around. I had a bit of grass left and it was decent enough gear. "A couple of times. Not much happened though.
What about you Aiesha ?" The dark girl smiled. "Oh I've tried it plenty of times before.
My brothers use it all the time and there's always a lot of it around our place."

I finished packing the pipe with weed, lit it, put it to my lips, and inhaled deeply. Then I sat there for a while holding it in.
"See ... that's the secret. You have to hold it in your lungs for as long as you can."
"Hey, Mr. - I mean Jeff, let me have a go."
I passed Amanda the pipe. I was sitting back in the armchair. She was sitting on the couch across from me, her right foot up on the couch.
I could see the little vixen was wearing red panties under her dress.
As the marijuana started to affect me, I got even hornier at the sight. Aiesha noticed me gazing with rapt attention at my former pupil panties. With due aplomb she said, "Look Amanda. Jeff's pretty interested in your panties."
But Amanda was busy concentrating on trying to inhale properly. She let out a stream of smoke after a few seconds, and giggled.

"Mmmm. Yeah I think it's working this time." She glanced over at me and smiled. We'd all had a few drinks and we were starting to pass around the pipe. The tension was relaxing a little. Amanda's shyness was starting to evaporate.
Aiesha took the pipe while we continued gazing at each other. Jesus, she was beautiful.

The girl had most definitely turned into a woman. "Tell me Jeff ... would you say Amanda was a virgin ?"
Amanda blushed a little and giggled.

Thankfully we were all stoned, so I knew this wouldn't embarrass her anywhere as much as if we were all sober and straight. Had I not been so under the weather myself I'd have probably chastised Aiesha for her teasing, but I just laughed myself and said, "Yes."

Aiesha passed the pipe back to me. "You're right.", said Aiesha with a satisfied grin. "At least with men anyway."
Amanda nervously took another sip of her drink. I handed the pipe to Amanda. The stuff was stronger than I'd thought. I was starting to laugh at everything that was said and read multiple meanings into everything as one does when one is stoned.

Amanda took another deep drag and when she'd exhaled I could see her pupils had dilated and she was most definitely stoned. "I think we should stay here.
Fuck going out. The only reason for going is to try and pick up.
And why do we need to bother with that now ?", stated Aiesha, giving me a meaningful smile.
"Shit, this stuff is incredible." said Amanda.
"No I think we should go for a while and then come back. We don't have to go for long", I said.
Eventually we decided that, seeing as though we'd gone to all the trouble to dress up, we may as well head over for a while.

The club was humming when we got there (Amanda had no trouble getting in of course). Amanda was stoned, I was pretty well close to being stoned, and Aiesha was too.
We went right out onto the dancefloor. There were people everywhere. Aiesha and Amanda danced together, ignoring me totally for a while. I just stood there watching them. They looked so good together.
A slower number came on, and Aiesha stood behind Amanda and held her around the waist as they swayed their sweet bodies to the music.

Then Amanda looked at me. It was the look of a woman who marks you out for fucking. Once you get that look you know you're history.
Aiesha's hand slid up her legs and raised the dress, revealing those red silk panties.
Expertly she slid two fingers between her pussy lips, still covered by the panties.
I walked over and we kissed. It was so natural. Amanda's palm cupped my crotch and fondled my raging cock under my jeans.

"I want to fuck you Jeff." Her voice was still a bit nervous, but I could tell she was emboldened by the alcohol and the grass.
I looked around. Nobody was paying us the slightest attention, which was fortunate.
I just stared back at her. Then I laughed.
"Jesus. This is turning out to be one weird night." Then her arms were around my neck, she was pressing herself into me and we were kissing passionately.
So, that was that. My ultimate fantasy had come true. Now that it was possible to experience it, I wasn't so sure I was ready for it.

"You're not my teacher anymore. You're just a cute guy, and I want you to be my first Jeff." "What about your friend Aiesha ?" I whispered.
"Don't you think you can handle her ?" Aiesha poked her head over Amanda's shoulder. We were both embracing her, she from behind, me from the front.
"I can hear everything you guys are saying you know."
"Well ?" I inquired.
"I say lets have a threesome." I laughed, somewhat nervously.
"Wow ... Can't say I've done that before. But then, this is going to be one peculiar evening anyway by the looks of it. Why not ?" Amanda embraced me again, and gave me a ferocious French kiss.

We walked back to Amanda's place, laughing and carrying on. We were all stoned out of our heads. I honestly think if it hadn't been for that I'd have lacked the courage to go through with it. Well, maybe not. Maybe temptation would have got the better of me. I kept trying to get assurances her parents were well and truly away.
And Amanda kept saying, emphatically : "They've goooonnnne okaayy ?".

After a while I relaxed a bit about it. After all, if worst came to worst I could just make a quick exit out the back door or something.
For some reason, they didn't want to go back to my place. I remember getting just inside the front door. I was totally unprepared for what happened next.

Aiesha was behind me, and I heard her shut the door. Amanda embraced me tightly again and French kissed me, rubbing her sweet body against mine. I felt her hands exploring my behind. Then, with surprising strength, from behind me, Aiesha suddenly grasped my hands and wrists, pulled them behind my back, and deftly clicked what I knew instantly was a pair of handcuffs onto them.
Before I could react Aiesha had pushed me roughly to the floor. I fell with a heavy thud, not painfully due to the carpeting. When I glanced up, Amanda was nowhere to be seen.

But Aiesha was astride my back and busy tying a black scarf around my head to cover my eyes. "Aiesha! What are you doing ?", I heard Amanda gasp a little to the side.
She laughed, a deep throaty chuckle. "All men are animals, Amanda. You need to control them if you want to get anything useful from them. Trust me - he'll be much more fun like this."

I must admit the situation scared me. I trusted Amanda, but I didn't know Aiesha at all. I suppose if I had used all my strength I might have been able to throw her off me, but something held me back. In truth I wanted this, I was intrigued, and I'd always harbored fantasies of this sort.
And furthermore, I was so stoned I wasn't at all able to coordinate myself. I knew Amanda was even more stoned, but Aiesha had not smoked anywhere as much nor drunk anywhere near as much and she was a big strong girl.

Furthermore I was on my stomach flat without the use of my hands, and she was sitting right on my back. I wisely gave up. Aiesha slung the scarf around my eyes. Amanda was giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh my God! This is insane !" Aiesha finished blindfolding me and got off me. "Mr. Janis -? I mean, - Jeff! Are you ok ?" For some reason I was laughing myself.
"Yeah ... I'm ok."
"Aiesha I'm not sure this is a good idea. You should take them off him."
"No !", I said emphatically, much to my own surprise. "It's ok. I trust you ok ? Just don't do anything to permanently damage me!" I felt a hand caressing my hair.

"Mmm. He's a good boy. You've got good taste in men my love."
"Shit!", breathed Amanda.
"This is too freaky."
"Look - I'll unlock the cuffs as soon as he says a safeword. Jeff - you know what a safeword is don't you ?"
"Yes, I know. My safeword is 'rainbow'
" Aiesha chuckled. "Wow. He even chooses nice safewords. What a find."
"You're lucky you're not alone with me, little man. There's lots of things I'd love to do to you.", she whispered in my ear. I could imagine.

"Ok, here's what we're going to do. Amanda and I are going to my place for about half an hour or so. ("No way!" I interrupted, but she carried on).
I've got some interesting toys there. When we come back you'll be waiting for us like a good little dog. We'll leave it up to Amanda to decide what she wants to do with you."

"You can't leave me here like this. What if her parents come back ?"

"There's a closet in my bedroom. We'll put him in there huh ?", suggested Amanda excitedly. She was starting to see the possibilities of the situation and she was liking them.
"With this blindfold on ?" I heard Amanda sigh.

There was the rustle of a dress as she stepped in front of me. I felt her stockinged knee press against my cheek.
Jesus I could smell her juices. She reached down and ran her hand through my hair.
"Come on ... do it for me." She said in a little girl voice. Then she giggled at herself. "Fuck, I can't believe this." She added as an afterthought.
I sighed. Presumably these two were already lovers, and Aiesha had an interest in BDSM and had maybe tried to get Amanda into it a few times.

"You'll get a nice reward." She rubbed the area just above her knee against my face.
She was getting into the role without much trouble. I nodded. "Ok. You win." Aiesha snorted.
"See ? Men are all the same. They're so easy to manipulate when you know how."

It seemed like hours I was in that closet. I'm certain it was much more than the half hour Aiesha had said.
Finally I heard steps coming up the stairs toward the bedroom. Slow and measured. Heels. I was incredibly excited. The door opened, and then the closet door. I breathed in the scent of woman.

It was Aiesha, I could tell straight away. They had different smells. Both smelled delicious, but unique.
"Hello slave. Lady Amanda awaits you in her private chambers. You will not speak unless directed to do so. You will obey her every command and whim. As her personal servant you will obey me unquestioningly also. Do you understand ?"

"Yes. Yes ma'am." I added hurriedly.
She said these words with such authenticity and assurance that it did not even occur to me to treat them with anything other than complete seriousness. "Good.", she purred.
She reached down to me and I felt a broad object encircle my neck. Then with a click it shut into place.
I felt her giving the chain a tug to test it. "Come out of there now." She guided me out of the closet. I heard her rummaging around in a bag or something and then the creak of leather as she squatted or knelt before me. Her fingers took hold of my dick gently but firmly.

I froze. "He's asleep. Well, I'm sure that when it sees her Ladyship it'll stand to attention." She giggled.
Something cold and metallic encircled my dick which was now starting to grow, as Aiesha stroked it a little. Images of my ex-student in erotic garb presented themselves to my mind, and they too had their effect. Amanda was a beautiful young woman, and she'd grown considerably in the last two and a half years.

Back then, she'd been pretty, with her short straight blonde hair and flashing blue eyes, but still a girl, albeit developing fast. "Mmmm," purred Aiesha.
"He's a nice size. If I weren't a loyal servant of her ladyship I'd use him for my own pleasure. Still - time enough for that later."

Another click, and the clinking of chains. I felt a strong tension on my cock pulling it directly up and I knew my cock ring was going to be fastened to my dog collar.
I'd seen these sort of toys before and heard them described. Aiesha fitted the end of the chain to my collar and I heard the creaking of leather again as she stood up.

"Follow me." She led me downstairs, removing my blindfold first to my immense relief. But when we got to the bottom she put it on again.
She opened a door and I crawled after her inside. I heard her close the door behind me. My blindfold was left on. But I could feel a nice warmth in the room and the sound of flames and crackling wood. The floor seemed to be polished wood, but I was kneeling on a rug of some sort.

"I have brought your slave m'Lady." "Mmmm ... he looks delicious." I heard Amanda say.
She seemed to be on the other side of the room. There was the creaking of leather again and then approaching high heeled steps. I sensed her near me, and smelled her unmistakable scent. I felt the tendril of a whip fall onto my shoulder. "You would not want me to use this would you ?"

"No ma'am" I heard the rustle of a dress. She was behind me. Her leg went over my shoulder, then the other. She was standing right above me. I cursed the fact I was blindfolded. Her pussy scent was all around me. I have never been that excited in all my life.
"Oh fuck," she breathed to herself. "This is incredible." She giggled.
"You really have some awesome ideas Aiesh."
"Thank you m'lady." My head was spinning. Her cunt was so close I could feel its heat. It was just behind my head. And then I felt the most exquisite sensation.

Two lovely, firm ass cheeks came to rest atop my head, pushing me down a little. And between them, a wet, warm, moist pussy. I was thankful I had very short hair. Her hand covered my face. It was clad in leather. She sat on my head, fingered her snatch, and coated my face in her flowing juices.

Jesus. I was breathing very hard. I was most definitely turned on. The hem of her skirt suggested she wore a leather mini. I could feel garter straps over her ass, and sheer stockings. Her legs were trembling a little. She was highly aroused. I could feel her clitoris, hard as a button, as she slid down to place her sopping cunt against my neck. She got up after a moment, breathing heavily, my face and neck and upper back covered in her essence. Her fingers untied my blindfold.

I blinked in astonishment at the sudden change. I beheld her standing before me, hands on hips. It was as I had pictured. The skirt was black leather, with zips running up each side. It was like a broad belt around her waist, so short that although it hid the front of her pussy, a few of the hairs at the bottom of her mound were visible. Black seamed, lace top stockings ended an inch below the hem of her skirt, held up by a garter belt, black as all the rest. Her feet in elegant black heels.

Her hands and arms were encased in black felt opera gloves. Above her waist, nothing save her silver necklace. Two perfect breasts met my awed gaze. I looked up into her face. She was smiling, radiantly, totally aware of her own desirability. It was the most wonderful image I have ever beheld. "You have permission to speak"

She smiled. I told her she was beautiful. I told her she was gorgeous. I told her she was a Goddess. She accepted it all as like a princess accepting flowers from an adoring crowd. "Lie back." She said.
Aiesha came behind her to steady her as she lifted her foot, placed it squarely into my chest, and pushed back firmly. It was an uncomfortable position and very vulnerable. Reluctantly I lost sight of her as I reclined back with my manacled hands behind me awkwardly. I ended up twisting to the side slightly so I could keep her in sight.

Amanda reached down and took hold of the chain keeping my raging erection tied to my collar, gave it a playful tug, and giggled. I just stared up at her ass and pussy under her leather skirt. "Are you looking at my ass ?", she inquired softly. "Yes ... Yes ma'am." "How rude of you." She suddenly brought the leather flogger in her hand down and struck me firmly but not violently right on the head of my dick.
It stung and I cried out. "Naughty boy." She yanked my cock chain firmly, and I gasped. "I was going to fuck this dick. But now, with that sort of ungentlemanly attitude, I'm not so sure."

I looked up at her mournfully. "Beg for her ladyship's pardon you worthless piece of shit!", spat Aiesha from behind her Mistress, pausing from kissing her shoulder.
"Please, ma'am, forgive me." Amanda pursed her lips at me.
"Oh come on ... you can do better than that." She was pulling tightly on my cock chain.
There were tears in my eyes from the agony of it. And then, she put a heel on the shaft on my tormented manhood. I couldn't help whimpering softly.

"Your Ladyship ... please forgive my unseemly behaviour." I breathed, searching desperately for the right words.
"I am a lowly commoner who does not deserve to so much as clean your shoes with my tongue. Please deliver me just punishment for my actions."
Aiesha was grinning approvingly over Amanda's shoulder at me.
"Hmmm, nice groveling Your Ladyship. Perhaps you should reconsider his worthiness."
Amanda raised an eyebrow. "He certainly has a way with words."

I was about ready to faint because she was teasing the most sensitive area of my dick with her sharp heel. And all this while I looked up at a body to die for.

"Listen, humble knave. I am in need of a good fucking. Are you man enough to satisfy my requirements ?"
"Oh yes ma'am. I'm your man"
"Don't be a smart arse" warned Aiesha ominously.

Amanda sighed, turned around, and looked over her shoulder at me as Aiesha pulled down the zips at the side of her skirt. The skirt fell to the floor and there she stood in a black lace garter belt, heels, stockings, and gloves. And what an ass.
"I am a chaste and pure virgin. There shall be no word said to anyone of this."
"Yes your ladyship." She and Aiesha kissed.

"Prepare him for me Aiesha." Aiesha went and knelt at my side, took hold of my dick, and held it squarely upward.
Then she slid a condom over my cock. Amanda turned around, knelt down, and smoothly planted her tight cunt on my cock head.
"Do not come." She ordered coldly.

Jesus. It was an amazing feat I hadn't come already. After steadying herself briefly, she settled her weight onto me and I was surprised to find I slid into her easily.
Maybe she was only a virgin in the sense of never having had a cock inside of her. She stopped and sat still. Aiesha knelt behind her and held her breasts.
"Oh fuck." She breathed to herself.
I could tell her roleplaying of the dominant Lady was crumbling. She liked the feel of me inside her. She liked it a lot.
She was beautiful, humping my dick. The trouble was I was very near shooting.

"Ma'am ... I'm losing my, er, self control here..."
Aiesha, who had been patting my head, reached down and gave the head of my cock a squeeze while I was still embedded in Amanda's tight box.
My urge to come subsided. "Unlock his hands, Aiesha."

To my relief, Aiesha crawled behind me and unlocked my cuffs. "Touch me Jeff." She whispered, her eyes fluttering open and closed.

She ran her hands over my chest and stomach, down to where our pubic hairs mingled.
"Make love to me." I was feeling inspired, energetic, and horny as hell.
I slid out of her slowly, edged back, and got to my feet. I reached down to take her hand and lift her up.
Then, bending, I scooped her light athletic form into my hands, holding onto the underside of her ass cheeks with my wrists and grasping her buttocks in my hands.
Then I lifted her up and walked over to a bare section of wall near the fire.
Pinning her up against it, I let her down slowly until she was jammed onto the end of my pole.
She just let out a sigh of utter contentment. Now I felt able to control myself a little more.

She rode me with grace, holding onto my shoulders and sliding her hips up so she could bob up and down on me. I sank forward, crushing my chest against her breasts, and kissed her like a man possessed.
She responded in kind. Then I felt an amazing sensation. A warm tongue was sliding around my balls, and two slender hands were exploring my buttocks and the backs of my legs. I thrusted gently but firmly in time with Amanda's strong, purposeful pelvic gyrations.
I licked two fingers and put my hand down between her legs. I could feel the base of my cock and her wet lips around it. I found her peanut sized clitoris at the apex and started encircling it slowly, teasingly.

"Oh shit, Jesus." She arched her back slightly, letting more of her weight sink down while still holding onto my shoulders for support.
"That is sooo fucking nice." She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me.
"I want you to be my boyfriend."
"If I was a bit younger, angel ..." I whispered. She kissed me.
"Put me down for a minute." I lifted her off me and placed her on the floor.
She smiled coyly, turned around and placed her palms against the wall, putting her feet apart a little.
She looked over her shoulder at me impishly, reached out and dragged me toward her by my cock chain. I groaned in pleasurable pain. I bent a little and placed myself at the opening to her heavenly entrance, then thrust up into her.

I sank forward onto her back, putting my hands around her waist and finding the point where my dick met her pussy with my fingers. As I humped her, I gave her clitoris close attention, her gorgeous little ass planted against my abdomen.
"You're so beautiful Amanda." I breathed into her hair.
And a song by The Smiths played in my head : You tug my arm and say : "Give in to lust, Give up to lust, heaven knows we'll soon be dust..."
But I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am And sorrow's native son He will not rise for anyone And pretty girls make graves.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Monday, December 24, 2007

The Birthday Present

Written by Galahad (Feb 2000)

They had lived together for about a year and enjoyed an active sex life.
He had asked her about anal sex when he first met her and She was emphatically negative about the idea so he had not mentioned it again.
Recently, She had enjoyed him touching her there but had never encouraged any penetration. It was his birthday and She had fixed an elegant meal and teased him about having her afterwards; both of which he thoroughly enjoyed.

She said it was time for him to open his present, told him to be seated on the sofa, and handed him a package. She stood some six feet in front of him. She was wearing a long black silk skirt that had a modest slit along the thigh and a long sleeve red blouse that emphasized her breasts in a very inviting manner. Her stockings were black.
She was tall and well shaped with a mass of black curly hair. "Hold the package and I will tell you when to open it" She said. Smiling, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse exposing a lacy black bra.

Moving slowly enough to increase his ardor, she took the blouse off and then dropped the skirt to the ground. She had a matching garter belt and panties. He was already aroused but She told him to stay seated. Turning around, She bent over and slid her panties down to expose her anus.

She opened the cheeks with her hands saying "Tonight you can have my anus if you would like it." He was about to spring up and take her when she continued "You must be very gentle and I have the right to stop if it hurts."
He could only nod frantically. "But" she said " since you want my anus, I also want yours. Now you may open the package."
He tore the wrapping off and opened the box to find a large dildo, a tube of KY jelly, and two disposable enemas.
He was throbbing with delight at the thought of Her tight virgin arse.
She continued "We will each give the other the enemas. When that is complete, you will take me into the bedroom where I will kneel. You will use your tongue on my anus and touch my clitoris until I am fiery hot and beg you to take me. You will then enter my anus slowly. Once I have taken all off you in, you will withdraw and re-enter me.
I will then tell you if you can fuck my anus until you come."
She was standing close to him now and he could smell the perfume of her lust as she moistened.

She continued "Then, I will lie on my back and you will kneel over me so that you can lick my clit. I will use my tongue on your anus and then I will take your cock in my mouth. You have no choice but to let me penetrate your anus with the dildo while I do this. If you do not agree to this then there will not be any sex tonight." He would have agreed to jump off the roof just for the pleasure of her anus; but to be taken himself this way was almost too exciting and he wondered if he would be able to restrain himself long enough to fully take her.

"Do you agree to this or shall I get dressed?" She knew that this threat would never be implemented for She could see his cock bulging in his jeans in an almost painful manner. "Say 'Yes' " she said. He could hardly get any words out but finally managed to say "Yes please!"
"Good" she replied and gave him a long deep kiss so that her tongue explored his mouth.
He reached for her breasts as she kissed him and felt the nipples to be hard and ready.
"Just think how good my tongue is going to feel on your anus, my love." said She as she pulled away from him. "But" he blurted out and then regretted saying it ". . . what changed your mind?" She laughed and said "Helen and I were talking one noon about this subject and I realized how turned on I was becoming. So . . . I decided I wanted you this way. There is one thing, and you don't have to agree to it, but I would like to tell Helen what it was like.
She doesn't have a lover currently and wants to know if she should try it when she does."

He would have agreed to anything including live video on the six o'clock news just to take her this way so he again stammered "Yes please!" She went into the bathroom and he was undressed before he got there a moment later.
She was facing the mirror with one leg on the stool and looking over her shoulder with a wicked smile. "Give me the enema first." It was in a soft plastic bottle that reminded him of a ketchup container in a restaurant.
He lubricated the point and very carefully inserted it into her. She took a deep breath of pleasure as the liquid filled her saying "I am looking forward to something much bigger than that in there."

She sat on the stool and evacuated herself while stroking his thighs and buttocks but refusing to touch his cock. "Now it's your turn".
He took the same stance and she pushed the tip into him. She reached around fondled one of his nipples in an aggressive manner while she emptied the bottle's contents into him. He sat on the stool and tried to touch her but she wouldn't let him. She left for the bedroom saying "Come and take me. I'm hot already for you."

He hurriedly finished. She was on the bed now kneeling with her lovely buttocks thrust up to him. He knelt down and started to stroke them but not touching her anus or clitoris. It was his turn to proceed slowly and augment her passion with a gentle frustration. His fingers moved closer to her vagina.
He gently touched her clit and she moaned. Then, working her clit very slowly, he began to kiss her buttocks. Slowly he slid closer to her anus and his mouth kissed less and his tongue touched more.

Spreading her buttocks, he finally let his tongue touch the very rosebud itself. "Oh! I like that so much. More! More!" She gasped and demanded he do it harder. He obliged but slowly. He rimmed her again and then pushed the tip of his tongue into her feeling her shudder with delight. Then he stopped and, on his knees, entered her vagina with no resistance and a deep sigh from Her.
He was moving in and out of her vagina when he had a wicked thought and said "If you want to tell Helen what it is like, why don't you call her now and tell her as we do it? "
You are a kinky devil!" She said.
After a moments pause to enjoy the feeling of his motion in Her, She reached for the phone. He continued to fuck her very slowly.
"Helen, you remember what we talked about at lunch the other day? Well, he is in my cunt right now and is going to bugger me. Do you want to hear about it as he does it to me? Hmmm . . . I thought you would."

"He's driving his cock into my cunt. Now he's sliding it on the outside so it goes across my clit. In my cunt; across my clit. I really want to come! He's withdrawn his cock. Now he's putting the KY in my arse. I'm actually going to take his cock up my arse. I can feel the head pressing against the opening. It's in me! Oh, it burns but feels good."

She wondered if she liked the pain more than the penetration. Helen heard him ask if She wanted more of his shaft.
"Yes, but go slowly. Helen, my arse is stretching to take him. Yes, put it all in me. The cock is stretching me so much. Yes! Put it all the way in. Oh Helen, it's in me so deep. It's all the way in me now. I can feel his hair against my arse. He is in me so far . . . I like it .. . . I want to be fucked in the arse. I have cock all the way in my arse. He's taking it out.
He's stopped with head only in me. I can feeling it pulling against me and it stings but I like it. He's out of me now."

"Now he's putting more KY jelly in me. He's going to fuck me until he comes. I don't know if I can take that. He's in my arse again . . . do it slow and deep . . . I want it forced it into me as far as it will go. He's reached around and is playing with my clit. Oh yes! Please fuck me slow and deep . . . I like it! I like it."

As he repeatedly stretched her with each penetration, the excitement of her clit turned the stinging pain into an erotic flush.
Her pleasure of Her clit and the slow, but forceful, motion of his cock suffused into a flame of desire and she gasped with pleasure.
She relaxed and he found could take her even deeper and easier.

"More! More! Oh Helen, he is buggering me. Oh! I feel him coming . . . his cock's pulsing in my arse . . . he's creaming inside me . . . there's cum shooting into my asshole. I have been bum fucked."

Then she said slowly "I have taken cock in all three of my holes". She hung up the phone still panting. He went into the bathroom to wash and she rolled on her back feeling the warm ooze from her tortured anus.
She wiped herself with a tissue and was surprised how tender she was. Her anus still burned but she liked the feeling very much.
He came back in the room smiling and kissed her saying "Thank you. That was wonderful'.

She smiled back and said "I really liked it my love. Now it's my turn. Kneel over me so you can kiss my clit but don't touch it until I tell you because I don't want to come yet." He obeyed.
She pushed the pillows under her head so she could reach him with her mouth. She started to stroke his buttocks.
She pulled them apart flexing his anus. His flaccid penis began to revive slightly.

She dragged her fingernails across his buttocks moving towards his anus and he shuddered in response. There was no kissing; instead her tongue immediately rimmed him and then entered his anus. He was responding with groans and more of an erection. She thrust her tongue in as far as She could while pulling his cheeks apart.
"Now you must yield to me". She reached for the dildo, lubricated it, and put the tip against his anus. She wanted to just ram it in and punish him for her still burning anus. Instead, she moved all nine inches into him in a slow, but continuous motion.
She enjoyed the way he jerked at the penetration and pulled it out.

"Don't you like it or can't you handle it? It's not as big as your cock which I just took pounding in my virgin arse until you came. If you want my arse ever again you had better take this." She withdrew it completely and then
She forced it in again without restraint. This time he moaned with pleasure. She touched the head of his cock and then began to roll the soft skin underneath it. He was close to full erection. With each thrust, She removed the dildo completely and then plunged it in to its full depth.

She was finding herself aroused by the pleasure of her aggressiveness. Sliding down him, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck. At the same time she pushed on the base of his cock and felt him harden in her mouth. "That feels so good" he gasped. "Please don't stop!"
She angled the dildo to increase the amount she stretched him. "Kiss my clit. I want to come now. You aren't coming until I do."
She matched her thrusts and her sucking to the pace of his tongue. If he slowed, she did. As he moved faster, she thrust him into him harder and harder not caring for him anymore but concentrating on her own consuming pleasure.

"That's it . . . give it to me as hard as you can" he demanded. Suddenly he cried out "I'm coming . . .that's too good". She let go of his cock and felt his hot cum spouting on to her breasts and then she felt the starting ripple of her orgasm.
"Harder . . harder" she demanded and the flood of her released passion swept over her body and she cried out with joy.
They lay in each other's arms.

"Happy birthday darling" she whispered.