Newlywed Fun - 1

By Casie ( Aug 99)

The movers had been gone less than an hour.
Janet White was crouched among the luggage and packing boxes which littered the spacious front room of the house.
She glanced up and saw her new husband, Mark, stripped to the waist, sweat glistening off his broad shoulders as he carried a heavy trunk toward the staircase.
Seeing him that way stirred sweet sensations in her lower abdomen, and Janet sighed softly.
This was the happiest moment in her life.

She pushed a long, dark curl away from her face, continuing to savor the joyful feelings coursing through her twenty-year old body, enjoying a salacious tingle as her dark nipples hardened against the cotton material of her T-shirt.
And her huge, shapely tits throbbed when, acting on impulse, she stood and made her way towards the staircase.
She was in hot pursuit of her twenty-four year old husband and his brawny, sweaty body.
They had been married nine months and had lived during that blissful time in Mark's bachelor apartment.
House hunting had been fun and adventurous, but Janet was glad it was over and that they had bought a place all their own.
For the first time in months she felt truly married.

The young bride couldn't wait to organize her kitchen and to prepare Mark's favorite meals and serve him each evening when he arrived home from work.
But, as she crept up the stairs towards the master bedroom, her heart pounded with fresh, erotic excitement, as she was even more anxious to celebrate their new home with a wanton, mid-afternoon fuck.
She stepped into the doorway of their bedroom and eyed Mark, his back to her, bending over the trunk and unloading its tissue wrapped contents.
Her dark blue eyes focused on his small, tight-packed ass stretching the seat of his jeans and her pussy fluttered involuntarily.
She felt pussy juice seep out and dampen her hairy cuntlips and wet the crotch of her thin, blue bikini panties under her tight shorts.

As he bent and twisted, Janet's eyes caught the graceful stretch of Mark's muscles and her heart beat wildly. She moaned softly and caressed her big tits and squeezed her thighs together.
Then, suddenly, because of her groans and moans, or just from male instinct, Mark glanced over his shoulder and spotted his sexy young wife.
"You got nothing better to do than stand there and stare at me, little woman?" he teased, his green eyes focusing on the bulge of her tits.
"Oh, I've got a lot to do, honey," she cooed, stepping towards her husband with a sway of her curvy hips.
"And I'll bet you're thinking of a few wild things that will keep me busy for the rest of the afternoon, as well."
Mark chuckled as she stepped up to him.
He stood silently until her jutting tits brushed against his sweaty, naked chest, then he slid his hands onto her hips.
Their eyes locked just as he lowered his head towards hers.
"I'm thinking of something much more exciting than unpacking," he whispered before his lips touched hers.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned when he kissed her and slipped his strong arms around her slender waist.
He snaked his tongue between her moist lips, sliding it around the inside of her slippery mouth.
She melted against him and smelled his enticing, manly aroma as she sucked on his tongue.
Then she whimpered softly as her arousal leaped, her pussy spasming and her nipples tingling deliciously.

His hands roamed her ass and back, massaging the soft flesh through her shorts and shirt.
Janet groaned and squirmed as she felt his throbbing prick press against her, and in that moment her senses urged her to go on.
She wanted more than mere touching through clothes.
She sank down in front of him, dragging her hot wet tongue along his chest to his stomach.
Her tonguetip toyed with his navel as she positioned herself on her knees and braced herself by clutching his hard ass.

Mark's fingers tangled in his wife's long, dark hair and he started bucking his hips gently, swaying provocatively as his cock bulged inside his jeans.
"Stop teasing me, woman," he hissed, playing a familiar game with her.
"You know your duty. Get to work now."
Janet giggled as her fingers played across his fly.
"Yes, sir," she answered, acting out her role to perfection.
She loved their private games and she never tired of acting out the part of Mark's slave.
Skillfully, she unzipped his pants, delicately reached inside and brushed her fingertips against his pubic hair.
She moaned when she felt his throbbing cock twitch against her fingers and an instant later she had his large prick through the opening in his pants.
Janet gazed at the bulbous, red head of his cock.
I'm so lucky to have a man like Mark, she told herself as she lightly rubbed the engorged stalk.
Such a man. Such a stud!
Janet had not been a virgin when she married Mark, but she hadn't been very experienced either.
Her beauty and her body made men hit on her everywhere she went, but, raised by strict parents, she had not dated frequently.

A steady boyfriend had popped her cherry the night before he and his family had moved away.
She had just turned eighteen a few days before.
After that, she hadn't had sex for almost a year, and then she was seduced by her boss.
Janet had been working as a secretary and her boss had been extremely nice to her. Some of the other women in the office warned that he was just after one thing, but she hadn't believed them.
He had never made any sort of sexual comment to her and always treated her with respect.
But he began to make little requests such as asking her to stay a little later than the others, to take care of some important last minute work.
One thing led to another and one night he took her to dinner.
He told her of his unhappy marriage and his growing attraction for her.
He felt it was the beginning of a new and fresh love. Because he was so handsome, charming and worldly, Janet fell for his line, and before the night was over, she found herself making passionate love to him in a downtown hotel. After that, they continued to meet secretly while maintaining discretion at work.
She would steal glances at him when she could, and once she even snuck into his office to suck his cock when the other girls had gone to lunch.
But the bubble burst when Janet asked him when he was going to divorce his wife and marry her.
He informed her that he had no intentions of divorcing his wife, because she was the one who legally owned the company.
To divorce her would be putting himself on the unemployment line. Janet quit her job that very day.

She had met Mark when he came to install some new carpet for her parents a few weeks later.
He had bashfully asked her out and she accepted.
A year later, with the blessings of her parents, she and Mark married.
Her ambitious young husband was still installing carpet, but he had big plans.
He wanted to buy the small company he worked for and, with Janet, was working towards his goal.
But nothing mattered at the moment to Janet, except feasting on Mark's pulsing meat.
Pleasing her man turned her on more than anything, and she never tired of proving it.

She fished a hand into his open fly and caressed his sweaty balls as she flicked her tongue over his swollen cockhead.
She tasted the drop of pre-cum that seeped from his winking piss slit, the salty flavor causing her arousal to surge.
She wasted no time in swirling her tongue around and around the slick cock flesh.

He twisted the dark curls of her hair in his fists and groaned as she began licking up and down the veiny length of his pole.
She massaged his bloated balls while she serviced his prick with her tongue, drenching the meat with her saliva. Then, without warning, she opened her mouth wide and gulped half of his shaft between her lips.
At the same time, Mark lowered his hands from her head, grabbed her shirt and pulled it off.
He tore it from her shoulders, allowing her mammoth tits to flop free, and her dark nipples stiffened and stretched.
He then bent his knees slightly and managed to cup her heavy breasts in his palms while she continued to suck his long, large prick.

As he fondled her sensitive tits and nipples, Janet forced herself to swallow every bit of his cock, going all the way down to his pubic hair.
Her lush lips brushed against his hairy base while her fingers busily played with his balls. Their happy moans and groans made sweet background music with Janet's lusty slurping sounds.

She trembled as excitement engulfed her. Her pussy was on fire.
Just bouncing his cum-filled nuts in her hands gave her a huge charge, but nothing like the sensation of having his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
And she couldn't ignore the exquisite pleasure Mark was giving her as he expertly caressed her tits.

The big round circle formed by her lips squeezed against the thick cock as she began moving her head back and forth, keeping in time with the gentle rocking of his hips, moving forwards and backwards a little further each time.
His grip tightened as he began fucking her face.
Janet nearly swooned with delight as her husband's cockhead nudged the back of her throat.
She gulped involuntarily and readied herself for the sweet explosion of his milky cum into her mouth.
She started sucking faster, furiously, anxiously awaiting, wanting to swallow his heavy load and feel his jism coat her throat.
But then, Mark pushed himself away, freeing his jerking prick from her mouth.
Heaving and panting, he eased himself down and gently lowered her with him, so that he was squatting above her.
He bent over just as her back reached the floor, his mouth attaching itself to one of her succulent tits.
He chewed eagerly on her swollen nipple, then gulped more and more of her sweet breast into his hot mouth.
Then he rolled his tongue around the nipple again and again, biting down gently, causing Janet to arch her back and cry out in raw ecstasy.

Mark slipped his hands down to work at removing her shorts, and succeeded as Janet cooperated by squirming her hips and ass.
She shivered as he exposed her wet, steamy pussy.
Her shorts and bikini panties formed a thin rope around her knees, and she wanted desperately to kick them off. She wanted to spread her legs wide and give herself to the marvelous stud that she loved so much.

"Fuck me, Mark," she whispered huskily.
"Oh, lover, fuck me. I need your cock inside of me!"
Gradually, he eased her constricting panties down her legs until he finally pulled them off her ankles.
At last her legs were free to open up and her burning pussy was prepared to take his mighty cock.
She pumped her ass, driving her pussy up to meet has savage thrust.
"Yes, Mark. Fuck me!" she gasped.
"Don't make me wait any longer. Please!"
But, instead of fucking her madly as she wanted, he merely chuckled and pulled his cock from her and again attacked her tits with his hungry mouth.
Just when her need and lust reached the point of explosion, Mark surprised her by abruptly pushing himself up.
He rested briefly in a squatting position, grinning down at his sexy wife, and his hard cock jutted straight out from his crotch, aiming right at her exposed pussy.
He made no move to give her what she craved.
Then, before she could voice her confusion, he moved again.
This time he swung a leg over Janet's chest as he turned his body, and, in the next second, Janet found her husband straddling her lovely head, his cock plunging towards her gaping mouth as he lowered his head to her silky thighs.

She uttered a gleeful groan just as he stabbed his cock into her open mouth.
At the same time, he whipped his tongue through the creamy, hairy folds of her cunt, parting the moist tissue with quick slices of his tongue.
Janet sighed and relished the double dose of pleasure that immediately blanketed her.
Every nerve in her body sparked as the sensations overwhelmed her.
The young women savored the taste of her husband's cock almost as much as she thrilled to the sensation of his tongue parting her cuntlips and teasing her clit.
Waves of eroticism spread through her body.

Automatically, the eager, dark-haired bride grabbed the back of her husband's thighs as she sucked every bit of his prick into her mouth.
His hairy balls danced just above her eyes and she thrilled to the wanton way he had positioned himself above her face.
She let her hands roam up over his smooth, taut ass cheeks and boldly traced a fingertip along his ass crack just as his tongue touched the entrance of her cunt hole.

In the next second, Mark skipped his tongue along Janet's oozing cunt until he touched her clit with its tip.
She went wild. Her hips jerked and her shrill cry of joy was only partially muffled by the thick stalk of cock against her wind pipe.
Mark closed his lips around her clit, nuzzling the sensitive bud.
He jerked gently on the little clit, driving Janet further into ecstasy, and her legs spread even wider apart as she humped her ass up and down in heated response to his pussy sucking.
Then, as if his own desires had suddenly overwhelmed him, Mark fucked his stiffened tongue straight into her oil-slicked fuck hole.

Janet's climax was sudden and intense.
Her juices started seeping from the depths of her cunt to spill out in a cascading gush against his lips and over his chin.
The wild spasms rocked her pussy, jarring her whole body.
Her passionate wails were stifled by his cock fucking in and out of her mouth but she squealed nonetheless.

Just at the peak of her orgasm, Mark's cock leaped into action inside her mouth.
His cockhead swelled as his jism shot out.
The first gobs of his sticky jizz struck her tongue, then the tidal wave flowed unabated. Her throat was filled to overflowing by the thick amount of cum juices, and the lusty woman gulped and gulped.

She savored the sensual pleasure that continued to spread throughout her entire body, letting his gyrating hips by her face captivate her attention.
Then her senses became alerted to a strange presence.
She stiffened automatically and knew in that same second that her husband was reacting in the same way. His body became tense and he abandoned her juicy cunt with an abrupt snap of his neck.

It was only a heartbeat later, when Mark had lurched off her awkwardly, that Janet glimpsed in wide-eyed shock the stranger standing in the open doorway of their new bedroom.
She was an attractive blonde woman of perhaps thirty, and she met the startled stares of the young couple with a slight smirk on her curved lips, blush coloring her lovely face.
She cleared her throat nervously and began to back out of the room.
"Oops, sorry," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "I guess this isn't exactly the proper time for anyone to welcome the two of you to the neighborhood."
The blonde started to say something else, then shrugged her shoulders, chuckling.
She gave Janet and Mark a feeble wave before bounding down the stairs and out of the young couple's new home.
For a moment neither of them could move, but then Mark began to laugh and Janet soon followed his example.
The idea of being caught in a sixty-nine, at the height of passion, by a total stranger who was to be their new neighbor, seemed absolutely hilarious to the two of them.
They rolled around on the floor together, holding one another as their laughter filled the room and joyful tears rolled down their cheeks.
Then Mark stood up, pulling Janet to her feet as well, and the two headed for the bathroom and the shower.

They got into the shower together and began to soap up one another, knowing they were merely building up their desire again.
As soon as Mark's cock was once again jutting out from his groin, Janet grabbed it and pulled him from the shower stall and back into the bedroom, and pushed him down onto the bed and fell on top of him.

My Halloween Story

By 'kimwell' ( Aug 99)

In the early evening of Halloween night of 199X I went out to dinner with some friends at a popular vegetarian restaraunt in A.A.
The town where I go to college.
It was warm for that time of year so I was wearing a black cocktail dress and stockings.
Two of my housemates, Tim and Cara were there too.

I should explain.
I live in a co-op with Tim, Cara, two other guys and one other women.
We share a house not far from downtown. Tim is 6'3 and extremely handsome.
With bright blue eyes and wavy brown hair, Tim is thin but athletic.
Cara is taller than I am. She is about 5'8 or so, but we are both thin, so we often share clothes (that night she was wearing my Capri pants).
Anyway, she's a blonde and I am a brunette.
Since this is an erotic story I can tell you that Cara wears a B cup and I wear a C cup.
Ah, details, details.

I was 22, Cara 19, and Tim 26.

After dinner, it was already 9 o'clock when we got up to go to a party.
It was going to be the first stop in a long night of parties.
Tim and Cara more or less disappeared when we got to the first place.
Someone gave me a lemonade that was spiked with everclear.
Some men saw me hanging around the tv, where some students were playing a drunken game of Monopoly.
I was already on my second drink and already wasted when I met Larry, a law student.
He was a bit husky but very cute and friendly.
We got to talking.
He seemed a bit too conservative for me but he was so funny I didn't mind when he navigated me toward one of the back rooms.

There was a bed in the room and we got really close and I whispered in his ear: 'not on a first date.'
He smiled and said, no problem, and leaned over and turned on the CD player.
It was something really old, like Jim Croce, and we danced to it.
He held me close.
We swung around the room with fresh drinks in our hands. I pressed my breasts into his chest.
His penis was hard, pressing relentlessly against my belly.
He kissed me on the lips.
His dick was incredibly hot and I let my hand slip into his pants to stroke it.
He ran his leg up my stockings, and under my skirt, and he fingered my clit.

He led me to the bed and lay me down on my back. He helped me take off the stockings and I lay there, my heart racing, as he pulled my panties to the side and started to suck and tongue my clit.
I was going to give in to him.
Even though both Cara and I use the rhythm method of birth control (the natural way) I didn't want him to penetrate me without a condom.
I never found out if he had one because just as he stood up to take off his pants, Cara and Tim came into the room.

"Kim!" Cara called out.
"We have to be back at the house for midnight!"
"What time is it?" I asked.
"It's a quarter till," Larry jumped in.

I couldn't see my stockings in the dark, they were probably on the floor, so I got up slowly.
Larry helped me to stand.
We supported each other for a few minutes.
I kissed him on the mouth, letting my tongue touch his and said "see ya, around."
He took his right hand and squeezed my bottom.
Then he took his hand and, slanting it sideways, drove in between my labia, forcing the cotton of my panties between them.
I was sopping wet and he licked the moisture off his fingers.
We exchanged phone numbers and we ran off.

The house was dark when we arrived.
The living room, where we supposed to meet was pitch black except for a single bright lamp lying on the floor.
We went in.I stood in front of the lamp, trying to make out the faces dimly visible outside of the ring of illlumination.
Tim, who was right behind me, grabbed me and pulled my skirt up.
The light brilliantly illustrated the way that the cotton squished into my pussy, I felt so naked, so exposed and so excited I thought I was going to come right there.
I had never been into public exposure before, but there in front of my friends I felt so beautiful.

Then I noticed that the people in the room were wearing masks.
Most of my housemates were in theater so they were wearing costumes.
Long Athenian robes and some had face paint.
Tim gave me a small mask that covered my eyes.
He donned a green one of the same shape and Cara took one, it looked blue in the dim light but it was hard to tell.

A man, I think it was Terry, another housemate, stepped forward and took off his gown.
I had never seen him naked before and I was struck dumb at how beautiful his body was.
He took me by the hand and laid me down on one of the four mattreses that were in the living room.
Everybody gathered around to watch. His dick started to straighten out and grow.
He ordered me to put it in my mouth. I was eager to do that (I love sucking cock!) and I put its silky hot flesh into my mouth and ran my tongue down the length of its shaft.
I played with his balls while I let myself get lost in the passion of giving head.
Call me sick, but even as much as I call myself a feminist, I find submitting to a man while making love an immensely powerful and beautiful moment.

Everybody got closer as he pushed my shoulders down and I lay down.
He took my dress off and undid my bra.
I couldn't get my eyes off of his gorgeous cock, bobbing around in the half-light. He stripped off my panties and tossed them aside.
He pulled my legs ajar and took his dick and placed it at the mouth of my vagina.
He teased me with the head of his cock for a bit, dipping in a little and then pulling out.
The sweet smell of dope hung in the air.
Briefly self-conscious I put my hands on my breasts to cover my erect nipples.
Terry pushed my hands away and my tits wobbled in the light as he slowly poked his away further into my body.
When Terry finally slammed fully into me I let out a cat's meow to break the tension in the room.
A ripple of laughter quickly returned to the tense air of quiet and deepening breaths between me and Terry, his grunting rocking back and forth took on a very relaxing rocking of my body.
Pinned down by his organ on one end and his hands on my shoulders at the other, my breasts jiggled and lolled around, stopping only when he leaned in and started to suck my nipples.
We kissed deeply and he sucked the lobes of my ears.
Suddenly his grunting grew louder and the slapping soppy noises coming from my cunt grew more urgent.
I knew he was getting ready to come.
His body began to tremble and his eyes went back into his head.
I grabbed him by the ass to let him know it would be ok to flood my womb with his sperm and I arched my back so he could pierce me in his moment of ecstasy as far as he could go, and in his convulsions I opened my eyes to watch him and watch our friends watch us in their starstruck amazement.
Unlike a lot of people our age would have reacted, our friends didn't have a nasty look on their faces.
They were clearly moved by our sublime union.
As Terry slumped onto me I could feel his come slowly sneaking past his deflated cock and creeping onto my ass.

Even though he was half unconcious I was still really turned on and I started rock back and forth, pushing my engorged clit against his rock hard abs until I came.
Little did I know that was just the beginning of a very special night!

Day At The Beach

By AMANDA( Aug 99)

"Luscious," I thought, as she walked by.
Her pink nipples looked painfully hard atop her full breasts.
Her g-string bikini bottoms didn't leave much to the imagination.
Her clearly shaven pussy lips strained against the fabric, and the outline of her clit was just barely visible.
"Very nice," you whispered in my ear, as she strolled by us on the beach.
Seated as I was between your legs, I could feel your cock beginning to show serious signs of interest.
She gave us both a saucy wink and a smile as she passed by.
We both admired her tanned figure before she passed out of view behind a group of rocks.
We had been having a fine time at the nude beach by ourselves, but this was plainly an invitation to fun that was irresistable.

"Grab the camera," I said.
You grabbed it and we both followed her trail of footprints in the sand, past the rocks, to a small alcove hidden from the rest of the beach.
We came upon her sitting in the sand, just above the tideline.
She shaded her eyes, and smiled at us.
I kissed you passionately and said, "Time to see if those photography classes were worth it."
She had dug her toes into the wet sand, and I sat down next to her to do the same.
I moved my sandy toes next to hers, and she giggled as a heated bout of footsies ensued.
Then her hand moved over mine.
We moved to kiss each other at the same time.
I heard the shutter begin to click as our lips touched - so soft.
Our hands came up to brush each other's faces, as our kiss deepened.
Through the camera lens you watched as our hands moved to caress each other's bodies - fingers pinching nipples, hands cupping breasts.
You zoomed in for a close-up of our hard nipples brushing together.
Breaking the kiss, she stood up to peel off her bikini bottoms.
As soon as they came off, I dove right in.
You could see my tongue glide between her inner lips, up and down, lapping the wetness from her beautiful pussy.
She moaned as I began to suck on her clit.
Her pussy was flooded with moisture.
I pursed my lips and rubbed my entire mouth over her pussy.
You captured the shining wetness of her sex coating my face.
She pulled me to my feet.
Then she knelt down between my legs, and I felt her hot tongue dart between my soaked inner lips.
Her tongue teased my clit, circling and stroking it until at last, she took it into her mouth and began to suck
. Now it was my turn to moan. My legs began to shake, so I lowered myself to the sand, and we feverishly embraced, our bodies writhing in passion.
Her fingers found my clit, and the wetness between my inner lips.
My fingers quickly found her clit as well.
Moaning into each other's mouths, we fingered each other's dripping pussies.
Our bodies tensed as we climaxed in each other's arms.
Still embracing, we kissed as I heard the camera stop clicking.

As you and I walked back up the beach, hand in hand, we turned back to wave at her one last time.
"Did you enjoy the show?" I asked.
Your smile, and your raging erection were all the answer I needed.
We found our own secluded alcove, and made love until the sun began to set.

The Pastor's Daughter II-- Return of the Pastor's Daughter

By Laralee( JULY 99)

The truth is, I learned how to fuck from my Mom.

Before she taught me, I only knew what my inexperienced, before-me-a-virgin boyfriend had taught me: that I laid down, he stuck it in pumped me a few times, jizzed into his condom, and fell asleep.
I knew that the first time it hurt, and after that it almost felt good, as long as he wore a lubricated condom.

But Mom saw that, and she wanted me to know better.

I had just finished getting off on my Mom's vibrator (which did more to me than Patrick's member ever had) while watching her fuck my boyfriend, when I decided that I wanted Patrick to fuck me, too.
I laid down on my bed and spread my legs in anticipation while he got on his knees between my legs, stroking his semi-erect cock to get it rock-hard again.
I used my hands to stroke and pinch my nipples while I waited for him to shove his dick into my pussy.
He was just beginning to rub the head over the glistening lips to my pussy when my Mom suddenly said, "Wait, stop."

Patrick almost instantaneously lost his erection and I felt an urgent desire to cover my naked body.
I couldn't fuck my boyfriend while Mom watched!

But Mom kept looking at me. "Lara, are you even wet?"

"No, Mom, I stopped wetting the bed years ago!"

My Mom laughed at my innocence.
"No, sweetie, not that kind of wet. Doesn't Patrick ever lick your pussy?"

I thought about it.
Not really.
In fact, when I touched myself and used the vibrator, I made myself wetter than I'd ever been with Patrick.
One time he sort of started to eat me out, but he complained that it smelled kind of funny, so I immediately made him stop.
I was very self- conscious of the new smells my body had been producing since puberty.
So I had never truly had oral sex from Patrick, even though I had sucked him off a couple of times, even let him come in my mouth.
The first time I did that, we were in his truck in the parking lot of the high school one night.
I knew that I wouldn't have anywhere to spit or wipe my mouth off with, so I swallowed every drop.
He looked so satisfied after that night that I had to do it a few more times, just for the satisfaction of seeing Patrick's stupid permanent grin afterwards and knowing that I caused it.

But suddenly my Mom was kneeling next to me on the bed, grabbing Patrick's head and guiding it towards my pussy.
"Now do it to her, lick my daughter's pussy," she instructed, and he nodded nervously in agreement.
"Do what you did to me to my beautiful Laralee," she quipped.
And boy, did he ever obey!
He started licking liberally at my labial lips, and flicking the tip of his tongue to my clit.

"So, the . . . smell . . . doesn't b- . . . bother you?" I gasped between deep, loud breaths.
I felt the beginnings of a tremor deep in my belly.

"Oh no!" My Mom answered for him.
"Patty loves the taste of pussy, don't you Pattyboy!
The hotter and wetter it is, the more he yearns to have you just sit on his face so that he can drink your come, right Patrick?"

I was still shocked by the sound of my Mom (the Youth Pastor, no less!) talking dirty to my boyfriend.
As Pat just buried his face in my muff, his nose rubbing over my clit as his mouth and tongue fucked my cunt, I felt that tremor explode on my insides and My whole body shuddered.
I started grinding my hips and I grabbed his head, pulling him into me and fucking his face.
My Mom watched on in approval. "Now suck on her clit, Patty."

Again Pat responded immediately, and I was suddenly coming just as I had with the vibrator, only now I had my boyfriend lapping it up frantically.
I now urgently needed to have him inside me, so I took my hands from his head and grabbed his shoulders as I leaned back so I was laying down completely and he was on top of me.
He grabbed his now very erect penis and started to guide it into my completely slippery slit.

"Hold it," My Mom said, and Patrick and I both froze in our places.
We had forgotten that she was still watching.
"No daughter of mine is going to live thinking the missionary position is the only way to have sex.
Frankly, I don't think that Patty's big enough to satisfy you that way.
Patty, get off of Lara. Lara, roll over and get on your hands and knees."

Patty obeyed, I think, out of fear.
I was obeying purely because I knew that my Mom wanted me to learn every possible pleasure my body was capable of producing.
She was making it possible for me to explore myself in ways I was ordinarily too shy to investigate.
She was helping me to let go of all my inhibitions so I could achieve ultimate satisfaction from my boyfriend.

"Now, Patty, I want you to take Lara from behind.
I want you to wrap your arms around her waist and rub her clit while you penetrate her, and fuck her slowly with deep strokes.
I don't want you to come before I get back," she said, stepping out of my room.
I wasn't sure where she was going, and though I was curious for a moment, I forgot all about her as soon as I felt Patrick's fingertip stroking my clit softly as he entered me from behind.

As his cock slid in, it felt deeper than I'd ever felt it, and it felt great.
He pushed the shaft in so slowly until he was pressed right up against my bottom.
Then he began to draw back again, slowly, until just the head was still inside of me.
Then he started to drive it back in, still slowly, but not as slowly as the first time.
Then he pulled back out and pushed back in, picking up the pace ever so slightly with each stroke.
His finger correspondingly stroked my clit with increasing frequency.
I felt my eyes starting to roll back in my head as I moaned loudly enough to rouse the neighbors, I thought.
Then Patrick suddenly stopped mid-stroke and took a long, deep breath.

"You stopped," I moaned, "Don't stop, Patty, PLEASE don't stop," I begged.
I needed that cock, just a few more strokes!

"Your Mom said not to come before she came back," he said, worriedly.

I twisted around to see him as best as I could, and I growled, "Fuck what my mother said.
I need that cock and I need it NOW and you're going to give it to me."

Patrick had a confused look in his eyes which made me think he didn't know who to fear more, my mother or me.
I think the pain of thinking about it made his brain shut down and his dick take over, because he finally shook all the thoughts out of his head as he pumped his shaft deep back into my pussy, making me moan again as he pressed his body against my ass cheeks.

My Mom returned a few strokes later, and asked me if I came yet.
I nodded.
"I think I'm working on another one, though," I moaned in between deep breaths.

"Make her come one more time before you do, Patty," She commanded my boyfriend.

Patrick nodded but started pumping his hips faster, and he was fondling the nipple of my right breast as he quickly stroked my clit in time with his thrusts.
I came with a high-pitched moan and Patrick started his trademark growl as his body shook and he shot his hot semen into me.

I fairly collapsed on the bed, with my arms and legs spread wide. I felt so warm and satisfied.
My eyes locked with my Mom's, and I smiled.
I can truly say that she's the best teacher I've ever had.

But the episode with Patrick was certainly not the last lesson . . .

Nursie IV (Nursie in Trouble!)

By SUSAN( JULY 99)

I took Simon back to his bed and went back to the night-desk where Nicky was sitting with her book.
She looked up at me and gave me that knowing smile again.
"Everything alright?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, no problems," I replied, hoping that I sounded convincing.
"You were gone a long time," said Nicky, "I was going to come looking for you. To see if you needed any help."
The way she was grinning at me convinced me that she knew that I had been up to something with Simon.
I felt myself blushing. Nicky continued, "Simon's really quite impressive, isn't he?"
I still tried to bluff it out.
"What do you mean?" Nicky closed her book with a snap.
"Oh come on, Sue, don't pretend with me, I've seen how you are with Simon, You can't leave him alone!"
I realised that denying it was futile and sat down on a chair next to Nicky.
"Oh, God," I groaned, "has it been that obvious?"
"I've been watching you for a while, Sue. You always jump up when he needs something.
And you spend more time with him than you do with the other patients.
It doesn't take a genius to work out that you fancy him."

My mind was racing - it wasn't a crime to fancy a patient - did Nicky know that I had done a lot more than that? Nicky continued, "Mind you, from what I've seen he certainly has a lot to fancy!"
I acted dumb, "What do you mean?"
Nicky laughed, "Sue, we've all had to tend to him at some stage.
You can't tell me that you haven't noticed his huge penis!"
I knew I was blushing like a schoolgirl. I was also jealous and didn't like the fact that the other nurses might also have taken a shine to Simon.
I realised at that moment that it wasn't only his cock that I was infatuated with, I was actually falling for him!
I was irritated by Nicky's comments and snapped at her, "So what! He's actually very nice you know. He's a lot nicer to talk to than most of the other crabby patients we have to deal with!"
I realised I was leaping to my defence too readily and shut up.
Nicky smiled, "Keep calm, Sue. If you get on well with him then that's great. Just don't lose sight of the fact that he is the patient and you are the nurse.
I wouldn't mix business with pleasure if I was you."
So saying she got up and walked off, leaving me none the wiser as to how much she knew.
Furthermore, how much did other people know?

I had had several late duties in a row and so when I went home after my duty ended I had almost 24 hours rest before I was due to return to work.
I spent a great deal of time going over what Nicky had said and thinking about my actions.
I knew I had acted foolishly and resolved not to be so reckless ever again.
I would try and keep in touch with Simon after he was discharged because I really did like him, but until then I was determined to behave myself.

When I next went on duty I busied myself about the ward, acting like Florence Nightingale herself, chatted to Simon without any touching, and by lunch time began to feel that I had everything neatly in perspective.
I even talked to Nicky a few times and we got on very well. She made no more references to Simon and I began to feel that she was on my side and supporting me.

I was dealing with a patient who needed his dressings changed when a nurse popped her head through the screens and told me that Mr Walker wanted to see me.
Mr Walker was the senior orthopaedic surgeon in the hospital who dealt with all the patients in the ward.
Because I was a student nurse I had been to many of his lectures.
He was very strict and quite frightening and expected us to learn about breaks and fractures almost as quickly as the medical students.
His consulting room was on an upper floor and when I had finished with my patient I went up to his office.
I knocked, feeling very nervous, and heard him say "Come in!" I went in and closed the door behind me.
Doctor Walker was sitting at his desk writing something on a patient's notes and I stood waiting for him to finish, getting more and more nervous.
He didn't look up until he had finished writing.
Eventually he put his pen down and looked up at me.
"Now, Miss W*, do you have any idea why I have asked to see you?"
"No, Doctor." He looked annoyed.
"I am a surgeon - call me Mr Walker. You realise that I am responsible for the orthopaedic ward, and that includes the welfare of the patients and the professional development of the nurses and student nurses?"
"Yes, Doctor... Mr Walker."
"There appear to be a few concerns on the ward, Miss W*, and I have heard that you may be getting too, how should I put this, attached to one of the patients."
I was now terrified; I could see my nursing career flying out of the window!
"I don't know what you mean, Mr Walker."
"The patient is Simon J***, and there have been allegations that you have allowed yourself to get involved with him to a point that brings into question your suitability for nursing."
There was a rushing sound in my ears and the room started to spin.
I felt as if I was going to faint. Mr Walker saw my distress, "Perhaps you had better sit down," he said and motioned me to a chair.
"It would appear from your reaction, Miss W*, that there is an element of truth in this allegation."
I knew I couldn't bluff it out and my eyes filled with tears. I nodded in silent confession.
Mr Walker then questioned me with immense cunning - he phrased his questions so cleverly that even though I tried to make it seem that I was merely infatuated with Simon I could not prevent him from extracting more and more information until it was obvious that I had indeed had sex with Simon.
The exact nature of what we had done was never referred to but Mr Walker constantly referred to 'improper conduct'.
"I have a difficult decision to make, Miss W*," he said, getting up from his chair and pacing up and down behind me.
"If improper conduct is suspected of a student nurse, then it is my duty to report this and a thorough investigation will ensue.
You will of course be suspended until the outcome of the investigation is known.
From what you have told me so far, it would appear that you would be very unlikely to get through this process unscathed."
"No, Mr Walker."
"My decision is difficult, Miss W*, because I hold the future of your career in my hands.
At the moment I am the only person in authority who knows about this. If I choose, then the matter will go no further. If I report it then it is very likely that your nursing career will be over. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mr Walker."
"I have looked at your record, Miss W*, and until this incident your record has been perfect.
I am naturally reluctant to let such a promising career end without exploring every possible avenue."
At this stage I was sobbing into my hands, a quite pathetic sight.
Suddenly I felt Mr Walker's hands on my shoulders, his voice had been stern throughout but the touch of his hands was gentle and reassuring.
"There is a possibility that I could be convinced that ending your career was not the best option." Now his voice seemed softer and I stopped crying.
"What do you mean, Mr Walker?"
"I hope that you can see that I don't want to jeopardise your career.
It is the last thing that I want. But if I don't pursue the matter my conscience would trouble me.
I would need something from you to convince me that it was the right thing to do."

Now, dear readers, I know I am not very smart. Right up till then I had not had the faintest idea what his spoken words were referring to.
But his hands were now gently massaging my shoulders and I felt his index fingers softly stroking against my neck.
"Do you think we can come to an, err.. agreement, Miss W*?"
I had a quick decision to make - if I rejected him then he would certainly end my career out of spite.
I would never be able to prove that he had blackmailed me.
If I complied with his request there was no guarantee that he would not continue to seek 'agreements' for the rest of the time I was at the hospital.
I desperately wanted to continue nursing and turned my head to face him.
"Yes, Mr Walker, I think we can."
His hands stopped moving. "You're a clever girl, I am sure you have made the right decision."
He pulled an expensive monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to me.
"Dry your eyes." He turned and walked towards the door of his office.
For a split second I thought I had misunderstood him and that he was leaving but he locked the door and came back to where I was blowing my nose and wiping the tears from my face.
He lifted me to my feet and held me at arms length for a moment.
"You're a very pretty girl, Susan."
He pulled me towards him and kissed my cheek and then put his mouth on mine.
I kissed him hesitantly, it was strange, I felt no passion or desire for him and kissing felt so peculiar without those emotions.
His arms encircled me and he pulled me tighter against his body, flattening my breasts against his chest.
His hand stroked down my back and fondled my bottom.
I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach and as it grew harder he ground himself against me, his tongue slipped into my mouth and I despised myself as I felt my body responding to him, I felt the moisture start to seep between my legs.
He sensed my response to him and as we kissed his hand slipped between us and he fumbled to undo his zip.
He took my hand in his and placed it on his erect penis and held it there.
I could not resist wrapping my fingers around it, testing its size.
As soon as he felt me holding him he let go of my hand and I squeezed him and moved my hand up and down his shaft.
He was nothing like my beloved Simon but was still quite large - I estimated about seven inches.
From the sounds he was making I could tell that my hand exploring him was turning him on, he stopped kissing me and started to undo the buttons of my uniform.
He uncovered my breasts and fondled them, pulled each of my bra cups down, and pinched and pulled at my nipples.
I held his glans in my fist and squeezed it rhythmically, feeling the liquid seep into my hand.
Mr Walker groaned and his hands went to my shoulders, he pressed downwards and slowly pushed me to my knees.
I knew what he wanted but my earlier timidity had evaporated - I was in charge now, and I would make him beg for it! I knelt on the carpet before him and pulled on his cock, the tip was inches from my face and I could smell his strong male scent.

What I could see of his cock sticking out of his fly was actually rather beautiful, the shaft was surprisingly smooth and sleek without the usual bulging veins and it had a sensuously graceful upward curve.
The glans was dark red and satin smooth and so fiercely swollen that the slit gaped open, dripping with juice.
I was amazed at how turned on I had become, my clit was tingling with anticipation and my knickers were drenched!

Mr Walker groaned and thrust himself towards my face but I moved back from him, coyly turning my face to the side.
I allowed his glans to brush lightly against my cheek.
He was desperate, "Susan, please, kiss it!"
I turned towards him and gave the tip of his cock a shy little peck and pulled quickly away.
He gasped, and thrust towards me.
I jerked my hand rapidly on his cock, looking up at his face.
"Oh, God," he groaned, "please, suck it!"
I opened my mouth, and slowly licked my lips.
His glans was scarcely an inch from my open mouth.
I breathed warm air over him and he whimpered, "Please, please, take it in your mouth!"
I figured that this was time to seal our 'agreement'.
"You will promise to put an end to this nonsense about Simon and me, won't you, Mr Walker?"
"Yes, yes, I promise!"
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Yes, yes! Oh God, I promise! Please, quick!"
I opened my mouth and engulfed his pulsing glans, he groaned in ecstasy as I held his hips and bobbed my head rapidly up and down on his rampant cock.
"Oh yes, Oh God, I'm coming!"
I sucked him harder, feeling his knees starting to shake and then he exploded into my mouth, his fingers dug painfully into my shoulders as he spurted and filled my mouth with semen.
I kept my mouth on him for a few seconds longer and then pulled quickly away and got to my feet.

Mr Walker fell back against his desk, gasping for breath, his cock still jerking convulsively with squirts of semen flying in all directions.
He grabbed his cock and tugged frantically on it to finish himself off as I darted towards to the door and unlocked it.
"Susan, wait.."
I opened the door and turned to face him, relishing the spectacle of the senior orthopaedic surgeon jerking himself off all over his carpet!
I took his handkerchief from where I had placed it in my pocket, unfolded it, and spat the mouthful of semen into it.
I dipped a finger into the pool of semen and wiped it quickly on my bra, folded the soggy handkerchief up, and popped it back in my pocket. I had learned a lot from Monica Lewinski!
"I think I had better keep this, don't you, Mr Walker? Did your wife give it to you?"
I finished doing up the buttons of my uniform as Mr Walker fumbled to get his dripping cock back into his trousers.
I opened the door and stepped outside.
People were passing by in the corridor and he quickly turned away to zip himself up.
"Thank you, Mr Walker," I called out and closed the door behind me.
I made my way back to the ward with a spring in my step and a grin on my face.

I don't think I will be having any more trouble from Mr Walker, do you?
Susan

Pastor's Daughter

By Luscious Laralee ( JULY 99)

I'm the pastor's daughter.
No, not the pastor you're thinking of.
He's the Minister at Protestant ceremonies, right?
The straight-laced, right-wing, Christian Coalition old stuffy man?
Nope. Wrong Pastor. You see, "the pastor" is my mother, not my father÷ he's a businessman, always away on trips.
My mom is a Catholic youth pastor at our parish. It's only a part-time, so she always had lots of time to spend with my brother and I when we were still young.
Basically, she's the perfect mom.
My friends have always loved her because she's really in touch with our generation (as a youth pastor, she has to be!), and she's always been there for me, you know? But sometimes she can be there a little too much, you know?
Like when I was sixteen, and I discovered a side of my mother that I never even guessed existed . . .

It was on a Friday afternoon and my Mom had to go to a meeting in a city two hours away from our town.
Since my Dad was in Chicago or something and Mom would be at this meeting all afternoon, and because my brother Michael was going to be home as soon as he got home from basketball practice, my boyfriend Patrick and I decided to ditch school, get a hold of some dope and spend the afternoon in the house by ourselves, getting high and horny.
I had a test in my first period class, so I told Patrick to go home and get the bed and the bong warm for me as soon as he met up with me in the school parking lot before classes even started.
I said I'd join him as soon as I got out of class.
He nodded and I watched his cute little ass wiggle as he jogged back to his car.
Then I went and aced that test, slipped back into the parking lot by feigning illness with the hall monitors, and headed back home.
I was so pumped up by the thought of having sex with Patrick in my own bed instead of in the backseat of his Mustang that I ended up slipping my hand into my pants and massaging myself outside my panties as I drove one-handed, and thanked God I was driving an automatic transmission.
The drive home was quick, and I was super-glad to see Patrick's magical Mustang parked out front of the house.
I fished the garage door opener out of my glove compartment and got ready to hide my VW in Mom's regular spot.
I was horrified when I opened the garage door and saw that her Saturn was still in there.
"Oh shit," I thought. "Me and Patrick are going to have some explaining to do."
I knew I couldn't run, because she would have heard the garage door open, but I just knew I was going to get so busted for skipping out on school.

I walked into the living room, shaking, but to my surprise, Mom wasn't there waiting to bust me.
I heard a strange noise coming from the vicinity of my bedroom, so I went to investigate.
The noise sounded kind of like a low moan, so my first thought was that Mom had flipped her lid and was beating Patrick like a Catholic Schoolmarm would if she caught some young rascal smoking weed in the boy's room.
"Hello?" I ventured as I started down the hallway.
I heard muffled whispers, then that low moan again, but this time accompanied by the frantically gasping words, "Don't . . . Stop . . ."

Okay, I thought I knew now what the sound was÷ Patrick, looking at porn on my computer and stroking off.
But where was my Mom, and how come she hadn't found Patrick in there committing nearly every sin imaginable?

I opened the door to my room and nearly wet my pants when I saw what I saw.
With her back and bare ass to me, my Mom didn't even notice me walking in.
She was thoroughly absorbed in,
1) the lesbian porn she looked at on my laptop,
2) the joint she smoked lying on my bed,
and 3) the attention she was getting from my boyfriend.

Patrick was standing at the foot of my bed, his moist face glistening with the proof of his guilt, his pants bulging with the evidence of his arousal, and my Mom spread eagle in front of him, her dripping pussy the evidence of her compliance.
The instant contact high I got from the smoke-filled room added to the complete shock I was suffering from by confronting this scene, and I couldn't speak for a full minute.
During that minute Patrick just stared at me, completely embarrassed at getting caught, and completely afraid that he and I would be finished for good.
Our silent staring contest was interrupted by Mom, who took a hit and wondered aloud why her little Patty had stopped licking his favorite ice cream cone.
"Mom!" I shouted, disgusted, and she turned around like lightning.

"Lara!" She gasped, yanking her skirt down to cover her wet, naked crotch.
"I forgot my purse, so I came back to get it, and Patrick was here, so I . . . and we . . ."

"We didn't plan it, I swear!" Patrick finally blurted.

My mom regained her composure and pulled herself up to sit on the side of the bed.
"Patrick, will you please excuse us? My daughter and I need to talk."

Patrick still had the look of a deer in headlights, despite the visible outline of his still very excited cock.
"Where should I . . . ?"

"Go wash your face, Pat," I said to him.
He walked out, shutting the door behind him.
"I think I'm gonna need a hit of that joint, Mom." I said woefully.
She passed it over and I took an enormous hit.
I was still stunned.
I thought things couldn't get any weirder, but they did!

"Lara, I need to ask you a favor," She said.

I cringed. "Okay, Mom, I swear I'll never skip school to smoke out with Patrick again."

She looked confused for a minute.
"No, sweetie. The one who should be apologizing is me.
I'm sorry that I used your boyfriend without your consent."

"Did he consent?" I asked.

She nodded.
"Oh, of course! In fact, the way I found Patrick when I walked in, he was sniffing my panties and stroking himself in my bedroom.
He looked so scared, but I told him he wouldn't be in trouble if he shared some of the shit he was smoking. I could smell it as soon as I walked into the house.
He consented to that, and after I smoked a couple hits and had a look at some of Patty's favorite porn sites, he consented to even more, which is the point where you walked in."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, sill wishing I hadn't walked in.
"What was that favor you wanted to ask?"

"I wondered if you would agree to let Patrick fuck me."

My jaw must've hit the floor.
Not only was this the first time I had ever heard my mother say "fuck," it was the last situation I ever expected her to be saying it in.
"I don't believe it." I muttered. "You're a pastor!" I said to her.

"Yes, I know, but I have urges too, ya know." She said.
"And it's not like your father's ever here to take care of them.
And Patrick is eighteen, Lara, so legally, he's better off fucking me than your sixteen year old ass."

I was speechless again.
"Look, I'll tell you what," Mom said. "I'll write a note to the school saying you were sick today, and I'll raise your allowance, and I'll buy that car stereo you've wanted for your bug."

"Well . . ." I said, and stopped to think on it for a moment.
All that stuff would be nice, and Patrick obviously did have some sort of a thing for my mother, but besides that, my Mom would owe me a debt of gratitude!
I pitied her, so lonely that the sight of my boyfriend masturbating was enough to ignite her passion this way.
"Okay," I consented, figuring I was doing them both a favor.
"I'll leave you two alone, but I get to take the pot."
When I stepped into the hallway, Patrick was pacing and looking very worried.
"My mom wants you to go in there," I told him.

"Oh man, is she going to kick my ass?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "She wants you to fuck her." I walked away then, into the kitchen to smoke my dope and have a snack and figure out what to make of the situation.
I took a couple of hits and started to relax.
I stopped thinking and just started to feel.
What I felt was a warmth in my pussy, and my fingers slowly caressing my crotch outside my jeans.
I suddenly had to know what they looked like together.
I wanted to see what my boyfriend looked like when he fucks.
I wanted to hear my Mom begging for what I had so much of that, sometimes, I had to turn it away.
I crept down the hallway and got really excited to see that my bedroom door was partially open.
I just kind of peeked at first, but it didn't take long for me to realize that I could have been standing there waving flares and they wouldn't notice.

Mom was once again on her hands and knees, facing away from me, and Patrick was standing behind her, pants still around his ankles and grunting as he thrust, he made my mom moan like a porn star.
I couldn't even help it.
My hand ended up in my panties this time, and I dragged my middle finger through my pussy juices before using it to rub my sensitive clit.
The pot was making me so horny.
I realized I just couldn't wait for Patrick to finish with my Mom so that I could feel his long, hard cock inside of me.
The more I rubbed myself and the more I saw and heard of my Mom and Patrick, I just couldn't wait.
I snuck back into my Mom's room and quietly opened her closet, knowing that it was where she keeps her stash of sex toys.
They were concealed in a hatbox, and I selected a nice, long vibrator that looked like it was about my boyfriend's length, only a little thicker than Pat's pecker.

I must've dropped my pants in the hall, because all I knew now was that I was naked from the waist down and thrusting three of my fingers in and out of my vagina in anticipation of the vibrator.
But first, I had to run back to the doorway to my bedroom, so I could watch Mom and Patrick some more.
Mom's moans had gotten more high-pitched and frantic and were bordering on screams.
Pat was still pumping furiously, like a machine, and Mom was bucking in front of him like a wild animal.
I plunged the vibrator into my sopping wet pussy and turned it on.
I used my right hand to give myself five good strokes while I rubbed my clit with the left, but it was all over as soon as I heard my mom scream, "I'm coming!" and Patrick let loose with that half-moan, half-growl he always shouts when he's coming inside me.
All of a sudden, my hand was soaked.
I pulled out the vibrator and it was dripping with my juices.
I looked up and mom was laying flat out on the bed, sighing contentedly.
Patrick was still standing there, cock in his hands, when he turned around and saw me standing there.

"How long have you been watching?" he asked.

"Long enough," I replied. I held the vibrator out towards him.
"You wanna lick this clean before I have to put it back in Mom's closet, where I found it?"

He just grinned, and I knew that it wasn't going to be the last time he and I came that day.

Nursie III

By Susan( JULY 99)

I spent what remained of my duty in a more or less constant state of arousal.
I had given Simon a spectacular orgasm and I had had the intensely erotic experience of him coming all over me.
But I was desperate to have an orgasm myself - I tried to keep busy to take my mind off it but as I walked around the ward with no knickers on every squishy step was a reminder of what we had done.
Late in the evening I finished my duty and went home, opened a bottle of wine, and masturbated furiously!
I came three times in quick succession but somehow didn't feel satisfied.
I could not get images of Simon's penis out of my mind, the huge size and thickness, the feel of its massive weight in my hands, the gushing streams of pee and semen that spurted so copiously from it.
I ached to feel him inside me once more and spent a restless night debating with myself as to whether I should be sensible and leave him alone or give in to my temptation.
I eventually fell asleep with no decision having been made.

The next day I had to work another late shift.
Nothing particularly eventful happened and the evening began to drag on interminably.
There were two of us on duty and I spent some time chatting to my colleague Nicky, but all the time I was picturing Simon lying in his bed with an enormous erection under the bedclothes.
Just after midnight a buzzer sounded and the flashing light indicated that Simon was calling for assistance.
"I'll go," I said, hoping that I didn't sound too enthusiastic.
"He probably needs the toilet".
Nicky smiled at me and I detected a knowing look dart briefly across her face.
As I went to Simon's bed I wondered whether I was not the only randy young nurse to be infatuated with him.
Perhaps we were all giving him hand-jobs!
Simon did indeed need the toilet and I accompanied him, undid his pyjamas and got myself very turned on holding his penis while he pissed.
I was careful not to squeeze him or stimulate him this time but after he finished peeing his cock started a slow surging rise.
I made an attempt to get his pyjamas done up over it but it was hopeless, it looked as if he had a tent pole in there.
I think Simon had ideas of a repeat performance from me but there was no way I was going to get myself that turned on again without getting any satisfaction for myself.
A foolish plan that I had considered the night before now suddenly seemed more feasible.
On the way back to the ward we would have to pass the room that the clean bed linen was stored in.
This room was lockable to prevent theft which is always rife in a hospital, and I had a key!
It was late at night and provided there were no emergencies it should be possible to pop in there for a few minutes without anyone noticing.
Simon was definitely hoping for something and tried to kiss me while we were still in the toilet cubicle.
I told him to be patient and led him down the corridor, his cock leading the way like some obscene divining rod!
The coast was clear and I opened the linen room door, pushed Simon in, and locked the door behind us.
I knew we had to be quick so I quickly undid his pyjama bottoms and they dropped to the floor.
I undid the buttons of my uniform and stepped out of it.
Simon watched spellbound as I whipped my knickers off.
His erection had diminished quite a bit but I knew what I could do to bring it back!
I dropped to my knees in front of him, lifted his cock up with both hands and placed my mouth firmly over the end of his huge glans.
I sucked hard and pumped him vigorously and sure enough, he swelled rapidly into a state of magnificent erection.
I left him briefly and moved some of the piles of sheets that were on a low table.
I hopped onto the table.
"Simon, come here! Quick!" I sat on the edge of the table and pulled Simon towards me so that he stood between my spread legs.
The table was the perfect height, his cock was level with my crotch.
I grabbed hold of him, tilted my pelvis and rubbed the massive head quickly up and down against my pussy.
I was already soaking and within seconds his glans was liberally coated with my juices.
I held my pussy lips apart with one hand and positioned him.
He didn't need any urging and thrust against me, the broad head nuzzling against my vagina.
He pushed again but made no headway.
It seemed impossible that he could get that enormous thing into me but I knew it could be done.
I wet my fingers with saliva and spread it over his glans.

I held him in position and he pushed and pushed and suddenly the tip went in.
I stifled a moan and lay back, lifting my legs high and wide.
"Yes, Simon, that's it, yes, yes!"
I reached down beneath my bottom and pulled myself open as much as I could while Simon thrust his hips, entering me a few millimetres more with each thrust.
God, it was wonderful! I looked down, feeling weak with lust as I watched his enormous cock slowly entering my tiny body.
It looked as if he should be doing me permanent damage but I felt no pain, only an indescribably intense thrill as I was stretched impossibly wide.
Simon paused. "Sue, will you take your bra off?"
I had been so eager that I hadn't thought about taking it off.
I quickly removed it and Simon groaned as he saw me before him, totally naked.
He resumed his steady thrusting and I leaned back on my elbows, my breasts jumping up and down as he pushed.
Simon's eyes were glued to my breasts and when I raised my hands and tweaked my nipples into hard points he groaned loudly and increased his rhythm.
I looked down, only half his cock was inside me, I wanted more, could I take more?
I tried to relax, I breathed deeply and rotated my pelvis, working him into me; willing him into me.
Slowly I felt him sinking deeper, I looked down, with each thrust I saw my belly swell, I placed my hand flat on my stomach, I could actually feel him moving inside me! I felt a twinge of pain, I looked down again, there were only two inches of cock still to go.
I was covered in sweat and so close to orgasm - I touched my clit and felt the ecstasy surge.
I lay back and frantically rubbed my clit, Simon responded with a series of long, slow thrusts that pulled and pushed at my crammed pussy so deliciously.
I grabbed a pillow case nearby with my free hand and stuffed it into my mouth as I started to come.
I felt my pussy trying desperately to tighten on his cock but I was so stretched it was impossible.
I whimpered and squealed and gurgled and came and came over and over until I thought I would pass out with the intensity of it.
Tears streamed from my eyes, and I sobbed into the pillowcase - how was it possible to come so hard, and so quickly?
Gradually I came down from my peak. Simon was grinning at me, he obviously loved being able to reduce a poor girl to such a quivering wreck.
His hips were still going in a steady rhythm and I marvelled at his staying power. I had never known any man keep going as long as him - was it because his cock was so big he had difficulty coming?
I had lost track of time but I knew we had to hurry.
I remembered what I had done to make him come on that first occasion and that was to talk dirty! I decided to try it again.
I cupped my breasts in my hands.
"Oh, Simon, that's fantastic, oh yes, do it like that. Oh, your cock is wonderful.
Fuck me, Simon, fuck me harder, make me come again!"
His grin faded instantly and his hips jerked faster.
For a moment I saw how comical we must have looked as he stood with his arms immobilised in casts, his pyjamas at his feet and his hips going like a steam hammer.
"Oh, Simon, yes, fuck me with your big cock, I love it, I love it!"
He started to groan and I noticed that I was taking almost all of him inside me; for the first time I could feel his balls slapping against my bottom.
I had intended to make him come but I found myself soaring into another exquisite orgasm.

"Simon, Simon, I'm coming - oh yes!"
I flopped back on the table as I came and I heard him gasping, "Sue, Oh God, me too!"
My legs were lifted high with my feet on his shoulders and I reached for his hips and pulled him against me, he jerked spasmodically and ejaculated so deep inside me - I cried out with delight as I felt his cock throbbing as it spewed.
His hips pressed hard against me; I had every inch of him inside my ecstatic cunt!
We panted and moaned as our orgasms subsided.
I wanted to keep him in me forever, just lie there and be fucked over and over again, but eventually a small voice of reason made itself heard.
I motioned for Simon to withdraw and watched as he slowly pulled inch after inch of glistening wet cock out of me.
I couldn't believe that I had been able to accommodate him completely, his cock seemed never ending.
Then the head popped out and a flood of semen poured out of me, splattering noisily onto the linoleum.

I used the pillowcase to wipe us dry and did my best to clean up the mess on the floor.
I checked my watch, we had been in there for twenty minutes.
How would I explain to Nicky if she asked why I had been gone so long?
I dressed, my hands were shaking and I had to make several attempts to do my buttons up.
Simon stood watching me, still breathing heavily. I tidied him up and I kissed him, "Simon, you were wonderful!"

I cautiously unlocked the door, and looked out into the corridor. The coast was clear.
What I would have done if someone had been there I do not know.
I led Simon back to the ward.
Nicky looked up from the book she was reading as we passed by.
She smiled at me and I thought she gave me a little wink!
I felt myself blushing - did she know what we had been doing?

Susan

Nursie II

Dear Camilla, Its been a long time coming but here is the second part to my Nursie II
by Susan


Well, dear readers, so many of you emailed me and encouraged me to, how should I put it, 'develop' my relationship with Simon, that I decided to do just that.
Mind you, it didn't take much persuading.
I was constantly day-dreaming about his impossibly large cock and the fact that I had actually had it inside me (well, part of it).
The orgasm I had experienced crouched over him on his hospital bed had been the most intense of my young life.
I had been stretched so wide and crammed so full that after my duty had finished and I got home, I stripped off, got a mirror, lay on my bed and inspected myself.
My vaginal area was still tremendously engorged, but I am thankful to report that no damage seemed to have been done!
I was still so turned on that I could not resist stroking my clit.
Usually it takes me quite a time to make myself come but as I surveyed my bruised and ravaged pussy and cast my mind over the amazing events that had occurred I found myself coming almost immediately!

The next few days passed by and I behaved myself.
I stopped and chatted with Simon quite often and found that he had a lot more to him than just an enormous cock.
He was quite charming and his sense of humour made my chats with him most enjoyable.
I had to help him feed himself and I had to wash him and look after all his needs.
This brought us very close - when you have wiped a man's bottom for him you do feel that you know him quite well!
I must confess though that the part I enjoyed most was when Simon had to take a pee.
Holding his heavy penis while he pissed noisily into the bottle was desperately exciting.
I had never been into watersports before but this was so different.
His cock always swelled when I touched it and when he peed I could feel the liquid rushing through his shaft - it was like holding a firehose!

After Simon had been in the ward for about a week the doctors said that it was OK for him to get out of bed and walk about.
The exercise would do him good.
He still could not use his arms but I could sit him at a table to feed him which was much more convenient and it also boosted his self-respect.
He hated being so helpless and tried to do as much for himself as he could.
One afternoon Simon asked me if I could help him get to the toilet because he needed to pee and wanted to try using the toilet properly.
I got him into a toilet cubicle and tried to help him sit down but he laughed at me.
'I don't sit down to pee!' he chided me, "that's for girls."
I lifted the seat and he stood in front of the toilet while I opened the front of his pyjama bottoms.
I stood slightly behind him and held his penis, aiming it for him as best as I could.
He didn't pee immediately and I felt him swelling and stiffening in my hand.
Just as I began to suspect that the wicked boy had other things on his mind he peed in a huge stream that completely missed the bowl.
I quickly readjusted my aim and watched as he poured a vast flood into the water.
The noise was spectacular! I found myself breathing heavily and I could feel that my panties were beginning to get soaked!
Simon peed happily and when he had finished I gave his penis a few squeezes and pulls and shakes to get the last drops out.
This was a mistake!
When I pulled on him his penis immediately started to swell.
He went from semi-erect to almost full erection in seconds.
I found myself standing by his side, holding onto the end of a huge erection.
I didn't know what to do or say.
"Ooops!" said Simon.
It was very obvious that I could not escort him back to the ward like that.
Picture a patient with both arms in plaster casts being led by a nurse.
The patient has nearly 12 inches of rampant cock sticking out of his pyjamas.
No, something had to be done, now didn't it?
I began to massage him, gripping my hand tight on his shaft, pulling and working on the thick pole.
Simon sighed and closed his eyes, "Oooh, that feels good!"
It felt good for me too.
The first time I had administered to him he had come very quickly, but he was not so impatient now.
I worked on him for several minutes before he spoke.
"Sue, can I ask a favour?"
(We were on first name terms by now).
I nodded and he rather hesitantly asked, "Can I see your breasts? It would, ah.. help me."
This seemed like a perfectly reasonable request, after all I was standing there tugging on the guy's prick!
I let go of him and unbuttoned the front of my uniform.
I was wearing a delicate lacy bra.
"Do you want me to take my bra off?" I whispered.
He nodded rapidly.
I slipped my arms out of my uniform and undid my bra, hanging it on a hook on the door.
The uniform hung inelegantly around my hips so I decided to take it completely off and it joined my bra on the hook.
I checked the lock on the door and turned to stand in front of Simon, wearing only my panties.
"My God!" he said, "You're so beautiful."
I told you he could be charming. I decide to change tactics.
Standing by his side and masturbating him did not give him the opportunity to see my breasts so I sat on the toilet seat, took hold of his still rigid penis and pulled him gently towards me.
I could now use both hands on him and afforded him what must have been a truly splendid sight for a horny young man, if I say so myself.

He certainly enjoyed it because he groaned and his cock hardened even more, the glans swelling up to prodigious proportions.
The view I had was fantastic, the tip of his cock was inches from my breasts which bobbed up and down as I pulled on him.
The clear juice oozing from him dripped copiously, wetting my breasts and running down to my stomach.
Simon edged closer to me, his arms by his sides. I could sense that he ached to reach out and fondle my breasts.
There was no way I could see how to position his hands to touch my breasts so I decide on the next best thing, I leaned towards him and brushed my left nipple against the tip of his cock.
My nipple hardened instantly as the smear of his juice touched it.
Simon gasped and I saw his knees trembling.
I touched my right nipple to him and then trailed his swollen glans from nipple to nipple, sliding smoothly between my breasts.
It was delicious and I felt wonderful throbbing sensations in my pussy.
If only I had had a third hand to touch myself I would have come instantly.
The sight and smell of his huge organ so close to my face began to intoxicate me.
I could not stop myself and quickly lifted his cock up and kissed the very tip.
The feel of that huge, rubbery helmet against my lips was overwhelming and I panted like an animal in heat, opened my mouth wide and descended over his glans.
Simon moaned and groaned like a man possessed as I sucked on his glans while both my hands pumped vigorously on his shaft.
I could get only the tip in my mouth, it was quite impossible to reach the broad, flaring ridge with my lips.
Try and put a tennis ball in your mouth, girls, if you want to see what I mean!

Simon was trying hard to stifle his groans but there was still enough noise coming out of our cubicle to be alarming.
I prayed that no one would hear us and jerked and sucked harder.
Simon's knees shook even more.
"Sue, Sue, its coming!"
I felt his glans swell to rock hardness and had a moment of panic, what if it swelled even more and got lodged in my mouth, or dislocated my jaw?
I slipped my mouth from him just as he ejaculated - semen spurted thickly into my open mouth and I quickly pulled his cock downwards, aiming him between my breasts.
Spurt after creamy spurt splashed my breasts, I bent my head and let the semen run out of my mouth to join the gallons of it that was coating me like icing on a cake.
Simon was astounding, there must have been ten full spurts or more before his orgasm eased off.
I slowly milked the last from him, and both of us surveyed the scene.
He had covered me from my neck to my crotch and rivulets of come were sliding down my body.
I could hear heavy drops plopping into the bowl.
Thank goodness I had taken my uniform off!

Simon staggered back to lean against the door.
His cock slowly softened, till it hung between his legs.
The glans almost reached to his knees!
I was so turned on I desperately wanted to whip my soaking knickers off and plunge my hand into my yearning pussy but I came to my senses - I had to cleanup!
It took almost a whole roll of toilet paper to dry myself, sperm was everywhere.
My knickers were too soaked to keep wearing them and had to be flushed.
I put my bra back on and slipped on my uniform. I pulled Simon's pyjama bottoms back up and after a few minutes we were reasonably presentable.
I opened the toilet door, half expecting to see a crowd of people waiting to see who would emerge after all that commotion that was going on but thankfully there was no one there.

Simon appeared to be in shock, he never spoke a word as I led him back to his bed.....

Susan
cynea80@hotmail.com

Holiday Afternoon

By PL

"I love vaginas with large labial lips.", I exclaim for the umpteenth time since we met and I first gazed upon your splendour, "Most of all I like to take them each, one at a time, into my mouth, and starting down near the vortex, suck my way outward,"
(I kneel down before the bedroom chair, to demonstrate, kissing your wide-open and smooth inner thighs between syllables.)
"running them through my tightened lips. I (kiss) love (kiss) the (kiss) spongy (kiss)(kiss), rubbery, slippery,(kiss)(kiss)(kiss)meaty feel of them as they are stretched(kiss) and slowly released, the(kiss)pink insides all smooth and slithery with gump(kiss)and(kiss)(kiss)saliva."
I stop talking and concentrate more intently upon my demonstration.
I switch back and forth between the butterfly wings of your vagina, pulling them as far outward as they will go between my lips, then releasing them with a spongy snap, watching as they reform and retake their places of sentry.
"Big, sweet, purple lips are like a soft present to open every time," I continue as you smile, a little bit startled at my enthusiasm, and showing my delighted surprise at your deep, hot, succulent secret, I lose all control and my tongue rushes to that oozing hole like a divining rod, swirling in ever-narrowing circles until it reaches your nexus, where I gently and insistently dab and lick up as much of the flowing nectar as I can.

I use my tongue and lips to distribute it all about, making the whole region of your crotch a sweet, spunky delight - all a-glisten in the light.
Your thighs gleam like rain-slick stones!
Working my way from the bottom near your anus, back and forth, I visit each and every swollen, excited, rushing millimeter of your vagina as I ascend, steadily for the hidden jewel of your now-tumescent clitoris.
I tease my way around it at first, slither-slathering my snaky tongue all over and around the sensitive meeting place of your labia where they converge near your hood.
I pause while you spread your knees as far apart as they will go, nearly flat.
You place your feet on my upper arms for support, afraid of what is sure to happen next, as I reach in and, using my left hand, spread your pussy wide, exposing the hood and making you vulnerable to my advances.
With my face mere centimeters from your now begging clitoris, I begin to blow a steady, sharp stream of air on it with my pursed lips.
The air is cool and sharp and you giggle and writhe, lasciviously grinning down at me, a look of love in your eyes.
My own eyes glisten with the understanding gleam of love and closeness and togetherness between women who are friends and lovers and so much more.
I plant a long, loving, gentle kiss on your clitoris through its hood.
You fall back, gently gasping in air, your eyes closed tightly, and a long, soft moan escapes your sweetly opened mouth.
As my love kiss lingers and becomes more heartfelt and intense, a tear streams down your cheek into your ear.
"Oh baby," you breath, "You are the most wonderful thing in my young life."
I grin and dab you smartly with my tongue tip and you jump - like I arced electricity onto your bud, and your feet push into me as your loins tighten and contract, involuntarily, your first orgasm starting to explode like distant fireworks over the horizon.
I pull back and watch as a massive gush of spunk escapes your canal, and I drink every drop before getting back to work on you.
I place my right thumb into your vagina's opening and grab your hot ass with the four fingers, lifting you off the chair and making your balance now my decision.
I keep you aloft, swaying, and move my mouth back to your bud, this time surrounding it fully, and denuding it, my tongue stripping away your hood with a swirl, making raspy contact with the pearly soft firmness of your large clitoris itself.
I keep the hood retracted with my two fingers as I draw back for a longing look at your jewel.

As your prodigious lips and full hood would suggest, your clitoris is simply magnificent, shining like a pinkish, massive pearl within your glistening, succulent, pungent oyster!
Amazingly, it is nearly three centimeters across, and the glans-like head is stoutly supported by a sturdy base, like a little moist, hidden pink mushroom in a secluded forest glen.
Such a treat is rare and tasty indeed, and I pause to drink you in with my admiring eyes.
I get my lips close to you and quickly and sharply suck air from around it in strong little rushing bursts- whiiiip whiiiip whiiiip, dabbing and licking in between.
This sends you farther toward the edge, as it is a new and totally unexpected trick from your adoring lover!
I then begin to insistently lick from the base of your love shroom up to the top, over and over and over and over and over again with the quick, small tip of my tongue until you are veritably screaming.

Meanwhile, you are writhing the best that you can, trapped on my thumb and off balance.
My right thumb begins to frig and swirl within your soft, moist, seeping tunnel as I continue my relentless dance on your love nubbin.
The sound is creamy and slick and delightful - "like ten-thousand milking virgins" we later laugh, pretending to be exotic and foreign!
I assault your tenderness with all of my love and all of my effort as your sweating palms grip my head, pull my hair and lovingly caress my beautiful face.
You want to help in the effort but are helpless, you want it to stop, but you know that I am the one in full and total control of your sweet, supple body. You willingly and obeyingly and fully have given your body up to me in a sacrifice for our feelings, and I am taking firm and full advantage, simply ravishing you like a meal of cherries and cream.
Your eyes are closed and mouth open, breath running in and out between clenched teeth in looooong, deep rhythm.
Your skin is blushing and your rosy cheeks glisten with the slightest hint of surface sweat.
Your hips spasm once, then twice then begin to grind your fiery crotch into my eager, pleasuring mouth.
We move rhythmically, like a horse and bareback rider.
You cease and become rigid and still, like a startled deer at dawn's threshold.
You had been thrashing your head from side to side in agonizing pleasure, but it is still now, tilted back, trance-like, lips drawing away from your teeth, the breath coming quicker and less and less deeply until you finally begin to do it!
You come, in a hard, quick, long succession of massive waves, a sharp, rhythmic, spastic moan issuing forth, building in volume and pitch.

Everything going tense, your hands going from hard nipples to my eager head to your rippling tummy to your pulsating globes and back in spasming confusion, first with fingers spread, then into fists, then grasping and squeezing, you writhe and buck and clutch, fighting your way through the most intense orgasm you have ever felt.
Your legs scissoring and pumping from the hips like wild birds, they finally clench tightly against my ears with your beautiful, strong, orgasmic thighs.
You buck and buck and grunt like a woman on fire, head way back now, hands cramming my head into you, my thumb as far as it will go.
I slip my middle finger into your wildly clinching anus and run my thumb and finger quickly back and forth, causing the pleasure to heighten far far beyond the pale of your control.
It has been nearly thirty seconds of intensity and I intend to go for the record!
You are now at least a foot off of your computer chair where I cornered you in an arch, muscles taught, breasts heaving and lolling and swaying, head tilted over the chair back, crying and gasping for breath.
I continue to press my strong tongue into your clit and I will not stop until I am satisfied that you are completely mine - melted inside like a foolish young virgin kissed for the first time.
My tongue grinds and swirls and presses and licks and dabs and laps and wets your thundering clit without let-up.
I suck on your bud hard, drawing a gasping, animal moan from deep in your throat.
This new tactic has done it and you dangle far out over the edge of the abyss now, shaking like a jellyfish, my conquering mouth your only link to this physical world.
Not stopping for even an instant, I suck and lick and suck and lick and tease and nibble and kiss and then, suddenly, to my surprise, in a gush of spunk, you go completely slack, your entire body heaving in tremor, your hands up near your throat and clutched in whitening fists like a newborn babe.
I have eaten you into a shattering five-minute orgasm!
I have reduced you to a heartbeat and gasping lungs.
I remove my right finger and thumb, allowing you to regain control of your lower body, which collapses on the chair away from my drooling, smiling mouth as I watch your face, eager for some sign of life.
Your head still gone over the top of the chair back, you speak, dryly to me, "I love you so very much", you croon, "So very very completely much....Oh!", almost sobbing the last words.
I move my strong hands behind your shoulder blades and pull your sweaty body to me, my face sweet with love for you in your vulnerability.
We both weep softly as our breasts touch and I engage your sweet mouth in the softest, longest, most passionate and loving kiss we have ever shared.
I tenderly receive your desperate kiss back to me and feel proud that you are my lover and my woman, and that I have satisfied you fully.
Right here, right now, you are completely, gently and only mine to hold and to have forever.
I release your mouth and hug you to me.
I gain my feet and pull you upright, embracing you again, my strength steadying you as you recover from your shattering climax.
Your knees are too weak to support you and you lean wholly on my foundation.
You swimmingly mention that it's not fair - that I haven't had my turn, but I dismiss you, laughing sweetly, and lead you to our bed where I help you lie down.

Sweetest Jennifer, my English maiden.
You sleep almost immediately, and I venture outside in the secluded garden, still nude to pick flowers; a welcome spray for you when you awaken back into my life.
Placing them in a crystal vase on your night stand, I extinguish the candles, draw the curtains and tiptoe back out to the living room.
I sip wine and draw my knees up on the divan overlooking the long lawn and the lake, so still now in evening.
The insects sing their goodnights to the trees as a thick fog forms on the water's surface, obscuring the far away northern shore where we made love the day before on your blanket by the water's gentle edge.
I sigh, satisfied completely, just from your gentle and trusting love for me.
The smell of you covers me like a warm quilt, and I sink into its comforting embrace.
We've come so far in such a short time, it boggles my mind.
My heart swelling with tears of joy, I glow like the setting sun and await your return.

Love,

PL

Conference Delegate

by Jan

About two years ago, when I was in my early twenties, I was working for a company in London's docklands.
I was the hapless recipient of an order to attend a management course taking place in a Brighton Hotel.
I say hapless, as these events are interminably boring.
I remember the weather was humid and pressingly warm. I arrived in the evening at the hotel, checked in, showered and went downstairs to the restaurant.

It was impossible to tell how many of the other diners were delegates or guests for another reason.
Those sitting alone were probably most likely to be delegates for the course, I reasoned.
I agonised over whether or not I would approach one of the other delegates and face rejection, or whether I would act with typical English stoicism and sit alone.
I sat alone.

The following day I met the other delegates during the morning break.
As usual the majority were young men and most were superficial power-hungry little shits which dominate middle management structure - all mobile phones, filofaxes and Armani suits.
Grant was the only one among them who was different.
He has was dressed casually, spoke softly and easily. He has no phone, flash suit or cheap suntan.
He walked over to me as he was obviously being shunned by other zoot-suit kids.
"I'm Grant and I'm bored."
"I'm Jan and I'm bored too."
He laughed easily with a wide generous mouth.
He was older than the others - possibly forty, but age had lent him a casual confidence and secure manner.
We were soon back into the conference where Grant managed to rearrange the seating to sit next to next to me.

During the interminable rambling of some corporate fat-cat about dynamic management policies and middle management down-sizing, I became aware of a hand on my thigh beneath the table.
My first instinct was to jump and brush the hand away.
Then I noticed Grant grinning.
His boyish smile made him look ten years younger.

His hand worked it's way up my thigh.
My breath came in short sharp intakes.
Some of the other delegates looked up from their note-taking and I coughed to cover my confusion.
Grant's hand slid inexorably up my thigh until I felt his fingers on my crotch.
Through the flimsy material of my knickers I felt his fingers probe gently into my pussy.
I obligingly opened my leg and his hand repositioned itself to gain access to my panties.
His finger slid easily into my now moist hole.
Grant's face was impassive, staring at the speaker.
No one in the room could've guessed what was happening beneath the table.
I felt Grant's finger move to my swollen clit.
I moaned again, coughed and excused myself from the table.
Grant's hand slid away from my moist mound and I stood, leaving the hall.

I went to the bar and ordered a glass of iced-water.
My hand was shaking as I took the glass.
"Make that two, bartender."
I looked around and Grant was there with his boyish grin.
I tried looking at him steadily but I knew I must be simpering like a schoolgirl.
"I have a room." I pointed out lamely.
"I didn't think they made you sleep in the car park." He answered.

The single bed was generous.
As we entered the room, Grant lifted me up, closing the door behind us.
He laid me down on the bed, covering my mouth with his.
His tongue probed my mouth.
His kisses were hot and demanding. I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered urgently.
"Are you going to fuck me?"
"Then you don't want to watch Richard and Judy first."
I laughed and stood up.
Grant lay back on the bed, content to watch me undress.
"Don't you want to help?" I asked.
He shook his head languorously.
"No, I want to watch."
I removed my clothing slowly, leaving my knickers till last.
"No," he commanded. "stop, face the other way, bend over and take them off."
I complied, knowing that as I bent over, he could see my hairy mound, now wet with anticipation, between my legs.
Finally Grant stood up.
"Now, I do need help."
I undressed him hastily, pulling his jockey shorts over his straining erection.
What popped out was neither long, nor thick, just beautifully proportioned.
It was, however, the hardest penis I have ever felt.
Engorged with blood, it stood erect and proud.
I took it in my hands and rubbed it gently, easing the fluid from it tip around the helmet on the end.
Instinctively, my free hand went down to my own flesh, to my throbbing clitoris. I worked it in a circular motion.
I am not a noisy person when making love, but I couldn't stop a moan escaping me lips.
"On the bed." Grant commanded.

Lying on the bed, Grant kissed my neck, my ears and my shoulders.
He worked his way down to my breasts where he kneaded them gently with his hands.
Then taking them into his mouth, he sucked at the nipples vigorously.
They became stiff and erect in his mouth. Again I moaned softly.
As he sucked so expertly, I felt his hand caress my stomach, course down to my pubic hair and to my Venus mound.
At first he didn't explore the flesh but keeping my pussy closed, he worked the palm of his hand around on the flesh.
I could feel my labia working my clitoris round in a sensuous circle, feel the heat of Grant's hand, the tenderness and the yet the urgency.
I wanted him in me.

I reached down between us as once again, felt his powerful cock in my hand.
As he continued to suck at my breasts, and work my pussy, I pulled his penis in long even strokes.
Amid the sucking noises I heard him moan and I shivered at the sound.
Grant lowered his head between my legs and rested his mouth on my pussy.
His fingers parted the lips and his tongue began its exploration over my vagina.
His tongue probed deep into my hole and swept over my clitoris in a single stroke.
The effect was electric.
He continued to do this several times until I started to tremble with a rising orgasm.
My breathing shook in my throat and the long strokes of his tongue continued.

Then without warning he stopped.
"Don't stop." I whispered urgently. Grant laughed wickedly.
"You'll enjoy it all the more."
I sat up and took his cock in my hands.
He lay back and I placed my lips against the tip of his shaft.
I felt him shudder with anticipation.
A took the engorged tip of his hard manhood in my mouth, playing my tongue along the underside it.
I eased my mouth over his entire cock, feeling it touch the back of my throat with its sensual warmth.
Grant moaned again, closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
I worked his penis slowly and gently and his breathing became harder.
I knew his was only several strokes from coming so I redoubled my efforts.
Without warning Grant lifted my head clear of his manhood and lay me back on the bed.

Lifting my buttocks clear of the bed, he knelt between my legs.
He parted my swollen labia with his fingers and eased the tip of cock into my pussy hole.
He slid it in gently and slowly, savouring every millimetre of its journey. When it was home and snug, deep inside me, he began to move rhythmically while his thumb made circular motions around my clitoris.
Leaning forward, and without losing the motion, he sucked hard on my breasts.
I became filled with a frenzy of passion and desire.
I wrapped my arms around his neck while biting his shoulder.

Once again, just before I came, he stopped and rolled my gently onto my stomach.
I lifted my rear clear of the bed and felt his cock slide into my pussy hole.
Again, no furious pumping but firm, decisive strokes as he plunged in and out of me.
Taking his shaft from out my hole, he let it run up and down my pussy, over me labia, brushing against my throbbing clitoris.

The ecstasy was indescribable.
Again, his cock entered me and his soft fingers rubbed over the bud of my clitoris in circular motions.
While Grant did this, his hand came round and kneaded the firm flesh of my breasts.

Once again, I felt my orgasm rise.
"I coming." I panted.
Grant said nothing.
I repeated it over and over again.
"I coming."
My stomach knotted with furious passion.
There was nothing I wouldn't do for this man.
I wanted him to do it all to me.
He was making me come.
He was sliding in and out of me, his fingers cleverly bringing me to orgasm.
I felt my breath rasp, almost unable to support myself, keeping my pussy off the bed.
He pumped hard and long, his fingers worked their magic circles.
My chest filled with sobs of desire and lust. I was only a moment way from climax.
Then it happened.
My body shook with delirium and ecstasy.
My pussy pounded and spasmed.
I cried and jerked and at the same time felt Grant come inside me.
The long hard strokes slowed as he filled me with his warm semen.

I felt his throbbing cock inside me and my orgasm became more intense.
"Yes. I've come." I moaned as my pussy pulsated around his still thrusting penis.

Even after coming my pussy tightened and contracted and I shuddered at the effect then collapsed onto my stomach.

We lay for several moments, panting and sweating. His hand still around my breasts and pussy.
Gently he eased himself out of me and rolled over.
Several minutes had past and to my amazement, his member was still hard and firm.
"What's that?"
"A penis. You must have seen pictures." He quipped.
"No. I mean, why's it still hard?"
"I won't go down for a while yet."
I marvelled at it and stroked it sily firmness.
"That's amazing." I confessed.
"Sometimes. Only sometimes. It'll go down after an hour.
That can be a curse.
Especially if you're going out. People notice you've got a hard on you know. Especially if you go out naked."
"So you're going to stay stiff for a bit then?"
I opened the entrance to my pussy with my fingers and lowered myself on his throbbing cock.
"Then let's not waste it." I said and slowly moved my hips, grinding his cock deep inside me.

Grant left that evening after the conference.
I had made a note of his e-mail address and we keep in touch this way.
I'm unlikely to see him again, but I think about him often, use him as the focus of my fantasy when I'm making love to a man.
If nothing else I'm grateful the experience he gave me.

THE END

(Names changed to protect the guilty!)