Sunday, November 30, 2008

BEST FRIENDS

We had been hanging out all day just chillin since it was our last day of the convention and we were miles away from home. My best friend Sylvia and I always hung out but we rarely got a chance to go away together without our husbands' and families. We were leaving one of the coolest little jazz spots I had ever been to. Many drinks later we headed back to the hotel room. It wasn't late but we wanted to get back to the hotel room to relax a little on our last night away.
As we were walking to the hotel talking and laughing walking arm in arm, I was checking out my best friend. She is really hot. She always has been. We have been friends for more than 20 years and there is no other friend in the world that I trust more than her. She's taller than my 5'4 by 2 inches and she's beautiful. Shoulder length hair that's a bit wavy, almond shaped dark brown eyes, full sensuous lips, a hint of a dimple in her right cheek and a gorgeous warm honey brown complexion. She's also voluptuous! DD's curvy, with a nice round soft ass. I've often wondered what it would be like to be naked with her but in all the years we'd been friends strangely, that conversation had never come up. Oh we talked about sex alright but never same sex or anything relating to us in that aspect. I have had fantasies about her on more than one occasion but I dared never tell her for fear of pushing her away. We have shared the same bed, dressed together, and just layed around all over each other but nothing sexual had ever transpired between us.

Not until that evening.
Once we reached the hotel we stopped to order some wine sent up to our suite. We walked to the elevator laughing and talking feeling buzzed and happy. There were a few people waiting but not very many. When the door opened the car was empty and we went to the back of the elevator. On the next floor there was a huge crowd waiting and everyone that could, crammed in front of us. My best friend is very protective of me. She always has been for reasons unclear to me but without complaint on my end. She reached over to pull me closer and in front of her and instinctively I went. On the next floor two more people insisted on squeezing into that elevator car and everyone pressed that much closer together. Sylvia had her hand on my side right below my waist. As the last two people got on she pulled me tight against her. A shiver quickly shot through me! I could feel her wonderful breast against my back and her pelvic bone against my ass. I think I pressed into her unconsciously and to my surprise I thought I felt her push into me as well. Just then, her fingers started to rub me lightly. It really could have been nothing more than reflex but it didn't feel quite that way. She pulled me tighter. I went into her willingly. I could feel her heart racing and her breathing pattern changed. So did mine.

We only had to ride up five floors to our suite but I swear it took an eternity to get there! A few people got off on the next few floors and Sylvia and I could have put some distance between us but neither of us moved an inch. When at last we made it to our floor I stepped away from her reluctantly and it seemed as though she reluctantly let me go. We made our way to our suite in silence and that in and of itself was very strange to us. We were always talking or laughing or venting about something to each other. We very rarely had silent moments together. Unless we were engrossed in a movie and we were absolutely not watching a movie at that point.
We reached the door neither of us speaking and neither of us looking at each other. I felt strange and nervous and Sylvia's hands were trembling slightly as she swiped the card to open the door. The room was cool and inviting and I was glad to be in it. I also desperately needed a drink to calm my nerves. We had a bottle of champagne left in the fridge and I headed straight for it. Sylvia said nothing. I tried to change this awkward direction we seemed to be taking by joking about how thirsty the ride in that hot and crowded elevator had made me. I kept my back turned the whole time for fear that if Sylvia looked close enough she would see the blatant desire all over my face and deep in my eyes. I didn't know what was going through her mind and I was afraid to ask. Soon enough however, I found out.

As I was chatting incessantly and filling glasses for both of us I suddenly felt her behind me. I turned slowly to see her standing there staring. Quiet and almost somber she was. I handed her the glass and we raised them in a toast and drank. I swallowed it all in one gulp and was reaching for the bottle for another one when at that moment Sylvia reached for me. She stepped closer to me and reaching down lifted my chin up to her face. In that instant, nothing more needed to be said. She leaned down to kiss me and I opened my mouth to kiss her back. Her lips were soft, warm and moist. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and I let her. Then I did the same to her. That did it. We both melted into each other and kissed deeply and passionately for a good five minutes. It felt like years of sexual tension was finally being shed. We both knew that we were going to the next level.

I reached up and cupped her breast in my hands and they felt exactly the way I knew they would. Soft yet firm and I could feel her nipples through her clothes. They were hard and I was ready to taste them. To taste her. To feel her against me in the most intimate way. I had never had sex outside of my marriage and neither had Sylvia that I knew of and although a part of me felt really guilty, I couldn't stop. Nor did I want to. I had to have this woman and if it never happened again in life I would always have this one night in herstory. I both loved Sylvia and lusted for her and if she wanted me this way I was not turning back! As I ran my fingers across her nipples I felt her shudder and we both moaned into each others mouths. She reached down and gripped and squeezed my ass and pulled me into her. I could feel her pelvis bone grind into my clit and I almost lost my cool! It was wonderful and she felt wonderful. Just as I had imagined she would. She must have sensed my weakening because she broke the kiss to look down at me and smile. Then she whispered I love you so much and I have wanted you for so long. I told her that I felt the same way and had for quite sometime. We smiled and kissed again while in a very hard close embrace. At that moment there was a knock on the door.
Room Service a voice called. Shit! we both said in unison and laughed out loud. The laughter felt good. It also felt right.

Sylvia went to the door picking up her purse and kicking off her heels at the same time. I watched her glide across the floor as I had done so many times in the past twenty years but this time was different. I watched her with a proprietary feel. I was going to have this woman naked in bed making love to me and me to her in a matter of minutes and I felt a sense of urgency and pride that I could not begin to explain. My heart was racing and my panties were wet. My pussy was trembling and my nipples were on fire. I needed her badly. I heard the door close and saw Sylvia walking towards me and I realized that I must have been daydreaming. She noticed it too and she simply leaned down to plant a soft kiss on my closed lips. She sat the wine on the counter, took me by the hand and lead me to the bed. We stood there as she ran her hands up and down my body. She touched me everywhere. My breasts, my ass, my thighs, my pussy all at once. My head was spinning and my knees were weak. I moaned loudly and instantly clothes started flying off. We couldn't get undressed fast enough for either of us. I wanted her in the worse way! No more playing around. I wanted to touch her, and taste her and feel her body pressed to mine. I wanted to hear the sounds she made when touched and tasted and cumming. I was on fire!

We fell onto the bed kissing and exploring each others' bodies with our hands and tongues. She tasted faintly of the almond lotion that she favors and her skin was like velvet against mine. I knew this would be a long night. I had much to explore and I wanted to savor every precious moment! She whispered to me You are so sexy she smiled. I have always wondered what it would be like to have you in my bed. I told her she was about to find out and rolled over on top of her. I slid down the length of her long beautiful body planting kisses and light nibbles all the way down feeling, touching, and tasting every inch of her and trying to emblazon all of her in my mind forever. She was delicious. Her nipples were hard and round and I sucked them as if they contained all the sustenance I needed in life. I squeezed and sucked and she moaned louder and louder. That both pleased and drove me. I kissed my way down her luscious body and stuck my tongue in her navel kissing there, Sucking. My hands trailed down to her now sopping wet pussy and I slipped my fingers gently inside of her. She moaned loudly and called my name. I rose up to kiss her while still fingering her hot, wet pussy softly. She clutched me tightly and mewled into my open mouth sucking my tongue deep into her throat.

I want to taste you baby I whispered sliding down her body again. I positioned myself between her legs and ran my tongue flat against her slit. I breathed in deep to bask in the smell of her. I ran my tongue up and down her slit for a few minutes listening to her whispered cries of joy then I sucked her fat clit into my mouth and sucked on it for a second or two before inserting my fingers once again into her wet and waiting pussy. This time I wasn't so gentle. I wanted to fuck her brains out. I wanted to make her scream and cry all at once. I fucked her with my fingers and ran my tongue flat up and down her slit and sucked her clit into my mouth and the same time. She gyrated and bucked wildly and her cries grew more insistent and became louder. I got wetter and hotter by the moment. I was slowly losing control. She was turning me on like I've never been turned on before and I felt that I was on the brink of explosion! Just when I felt she was starting to cum she reached down and pulled me up on top of her. She gripped my ass and pulled me down so that my wet clit and pussy was mashed against her hot wet pussy. The feeling was electric! We both cried out loudly and our mouths came together in a fury of tongues and lips and spit. She was kneading my ass as I ground into her and she ground up into me. I could hear the wet sloshing as our juices mingled. Our clits were sliding against each other. Our breasts were mashed together. I was in ecstasy and was going higher. We were grinding faster and harder. It was as if we were trying to fuse our bodies together becoming one entity. Just as I was about to explode she rolled me over.

Not yet she whispered. I want to taste your pussy. I moaned. Do what you want baby I said. The pussy is yours. Taste me. Love me. Fuck me! I almost screamed. The thought of her mouth on my hot, quivering pussy was making me crazy.
She kissed down my body the way I had done to her earlier. Slowly and deliberately she made her way down my body kissing and nibbling all the way. Leaving a light wet trail as she went. She squeezed my breasts and nipples as she continued down the length of my body with her tongue. Once she got to my pussy she covered it with her entire mouth. Sylvia ate my pussy like a five course meal! Oh God! I screamed out loud. Eat my pussy baby. Taste me. Suck it! Suck it hard! I screamed. She obliged with gusto. At that moment she stuck her fingers deep into my pussy and fucked me hard and fast never removing her mouth from me just as I had done to her before. I felt my juices flowing freely now. I wanted so badly to come but again Sylvia had other ideas. She pulled her fingers out of my dripping pussy and sucked them into her mouth. I moaned and trembled at the sight. She slid her long, luscious body atop of mine and we were grinding pussies and clits again. We enjoyed this most of all. I wanted her deep in me. One with me. I reached down between us and spread my pussy lips open and whispered to her to do the same then we pressed our wide open pussies together. Shit! That was it! She ground down hard on top of me, I ground up hard into her, I reached up and grabbed one of her breast and sucked her nipple hard into my hungry mouth my other hand squeezing and kneading her soft round ass and trying to pull her inside of me. She looked down at me with those beautiful dark eyes and suddenly I saw a tear. My mouth met hers our tongues slashing and jabbing. I felt a tear of my own. I was making passionate love with my best friend and I was loving it and needing it! She reached under me and grabbed my ass to pull me closer. We were grinding harder now, faster. I felt her start to stiffen and I in turn stiffened with her. She pulled back and we looked deep into each others' eyes.
Cum to meI said. I am she said. I going to cum all over your hot wet juicy pussy she whispered. Your pussy is so fucking good I cried. I'm cumming with you baby! We were both panting and moaning loudly now. Tears streaming. It was so fucking good! Her pussy was so fucking good to me I knew I would get as much of it as I wanted tonight. She whimpered. She was starting to come. That pushed me over the top. Now I was cumming to! I was cumming hard and I felt our juices running down the crack of my ass. The sloshing sound our pussies made got louder. My senses were in a heightened state and I was going over the edge. We came in unison fast and hard. The buildup had not prepared me for what was happening to my head my heart my body and my soul. I was in another zone! I grabbed her head and brought her lips to mine. As our orgasms started to subside we both went limp. She lay on top of me panting hard and I lay beneath her doing the same. I felt like a whole new woman and I knew that our night had only just begun…….

Sunday, January 27, 2008

emily's strange tale

Emily used her hands to cover her face as she cried and begged. "Pleaseee! Abby Pleaseeee! I couldn't help it. He had me so excited that he was doing it before I realized it. Pleaseeee don't be upset. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "Not as sorry as you're going to be. Now turn over!" Abby demanded sternly as she pulled at Emily's shoulder. With Emily laying on her stomach crying into the pillow, Abby quickly reached under the corner of the bed and brought out a leather wrist cuff. The cuff was attached to the corner-post of the massive headboard of the bed. Taking Emily's right arm she pulled the girl's wrist to the cuff locking it. After cuffing the left wrist, she slapped Emily's ass with her open palm ordering her harshly. "Raise up you little nypho slut bitch. I want to put these pillows under you.



" Emily used her knees and dutifully obeyed as she again pleaded "Pleassee darling don't. It won't happen again." Abby stuffed the pillows under the sobbing girl's hips and stomach. Then she went to the foot of the bed where she spread the bound girl's legs wide apart before attaching cuffs to her ankles. She chuckled to herself as she stood and watched Emily clench her buttocks in a vain attempt to make her ass a smaller target. Reaching down Abby opened a large antique oak trunk, rummaging around inside she pulled out a black razor strap. Letting the trunk lid slam shut she held the leather strip up with both hands. Emily still crying and begging was peering over her shoulder trying to focus her tear filled eyes on what Abby had in her hands.



There were things in that chest that she was deathly afraid to have applied to her body. Some of Abby's punishment and discipline toys could really hurt and do serious damage if applied to harshly. She knew Abby loved her and would never do anything to damage or permanently scar her. She was always fearful of being disfigure while being whipped, she couldn't help it. It was something that always flooded her mind just before a session began. Abby raised the strap up to shoulder height then swung it downward with her right arm, it landed with a loud crack on Emily's right thigh. Pain exploded inside the girl's head and she screamed out and jerked upward in her bonds. In a flash Abby was around the bed and had her hand clamped over the girl's mouth. As she continued to struggle Abby calmly ask, "Do I have to gag you?" Emily frantically shook her head no. She hated gags, especially the one that was shaped like a man's penis. Their toy box only contained two of the devices.



She remembered the day Abby brought it home. Abby had purchased the cock gag as a joke telling her: "It's for those times when I miss and hit your delicious little puss instead of your inner thigh's. With this filling your sweet mouth the neighbors won't call the police," she had laughed. Making Emily hold and feel the hard black rubber device she continued. "I don't think I'll have to use it often, darling. You should certainly know I seldom miss what I aim for. Besides I only punish and discipline you because I love you. By spanking and punishing you I show you how much I care about you. Now let's see how this black monster fits?" Taking the gag she tapped Emily's pouting lips with it's fat black head. Playfully Abby commanded. "Open wide and I'll ease it in so that we can properly adjust the straps." Closing her eyes, Emily's lips trembled and quivered. Meekly her sensuous lips slowly parted and she opens her mouth wide. Abby smiles at her lover submission.



Carefully she inserts the gag letting it slide along the girl's tongue making sure she does not choke. Giggling she request "Now say Ah for the nice lady doctor." Emily is frozen with fear. Breathing heavily through her nose Emily she is relieved went the rubber head did not touch the back of her throat. At first she was apprehensive and almost panic stricken until she realized the shaft was not choking her. It merely fill her mouth and made speaking impossible. Abby quickly tightened and adjusted the head straps then eased the saliva soaked phallus from her mouth. Seeing the fright in the girl's eyes she quickly kissed her saying.



"This tiny black dick is a joke darling. The only thing I want to stuff down you throat is my tongue." She then French kiss Emily taking her breath away. The penis gag had been in the chest with the rest of their toys ever since that day and was never mentioned again. Emily was now terrified that Abby would choose the penis gag. Keeping her hand in place Abby stared into the girl pleading blue eyes then spoke. "As you wish but if you scream too loudly I will silence you and double your punishment. You have been warned now! Do you want to reconsider the gag?" Again Emily shook her head no.



She did not want to be gagged nor did she want the neighbors or anyone to know that her lover was whipping her for letting a male put a hickey on her. It was humiliating and shameful enough that she submitted herself to Abby but to have someone know of her submission. It would be too much, she would just die of embarrassment, she thought. She told herself she would groan, beg and plead but not scream. She never wanted to have that black cock in her mouth again and a real flesh and blood penis was out the question. Abby could cut off her clitoris and sew up her slit but she would rather die than perform orally for a male. Abby drew her tear soaked hand away cautiously expecting to hear more pleading. The young girl did not speak but a shudder passed down her body from head to toe. Abby traced her quivering lips with her finger tip then commanded.



"Kiss the razor strap and ask me to give you the punishment that you deserve." Abby brought the three inch wide black strap to within an inch of Emily's still trembling lips. Straining her neck forward Emily's lips touched the supple leather. Looking up at her lover she took a deep breath then spoke rapidly in one long breath. "I very humbly beg you pardon for allowing a male to mark me and I promise you....." A pair of stinging slaps to the ass interrupted her: "That's not the only reason you're being disciplined. You were going to conceal your little passion mark from me. You purposely left that little episode out when you described how that man fucked you. Now begin again. Ask for forgiveness and your punishment like the good little girl I've trained you to be." Chocking back her sobs Emily docilely resumed: "I beg your pardon for allowing a male to mark me and for not tell you and showing you immediately upon my return home... and ... and... I going to submit with gratitude and docility to the discipline which I justly deserve.



Please darling punish me as severely as you think best. I pray that I learn from this correction. I will never try to conceal or hide anything from you ever again. Please punish me now!" Having uttered what she hoped was appropriate she burst out with a plea for mercy. "Oh, darling, take pity on me, don't be to severe .... I was going to show and tell you about the hickey, I swear." Abby stood and picked up the strap lying next to the tear streaked face. Bending down she kiss Emily's damp cheek then moved down and brushed her lips over the twin hillock's of white flesh. The skin of Emily thigh was tinged a faint shade of pink from the earlier stroke of the strap. But the skin on her buttocks was a creamy snowy white and unblemished, the swats from her hand having already faded.



To Abby, Emily was most appealing and sexy when she had tears in her eyes and welts on bottom. Straighting up Abby could feel her nipples harden at the thoughts of what was about to happen. Her clit was tingling and her pussy lips were starting to swell and separate with her growing excitement. Soon those beautiful full buttocks would be bright red and burning with painful stripes and welts. As would be the backs of her thighs and especially the tender sensitive inner thighs. Emily would learn, you hide absolutely nothing! Emily's bottom twitching in terrified anticipation of the first stroke of her whipping. She had secretly wished for this a few minutes ago but now that it was a reality it was a different matter. She told herself this is what she deserves and if she submitted it would prove her love for Abby and not a man. Abby brought the strap down with considerable strength across the naked globes of Emily's delectable rounded butt.



The lash marked the snowy white cheeks with a bright red splotch. Abby's clit grew as her slit started to glisten with her sweet nectar. Emily mouth open wide but she suppressed her overwhelming desire to scream. Instead she arched up pulling at her bonds then flattened herself back to the bed and piteously groaned: "Ohhh it hurts so, pardon, pardon. I'll never do it again ... never again ... Ohh have mercy. ... Ouuuuuueeeee!!! Ouuuuuueeee Arrrrch Ohhh!" Within minutes Emily's ass and thighs were fiery red and welts crisscrossed the once creamy smooth skin. Her ass was dancing all around as her hips weaved and gyrated in every direction her bonds would allow. Her face was now buried in the pillow and only the muffled shrieks of anguish and pleas for leniency could be heard above the sound of leather meeting naked flesh. Her buttocks would clench and unclench as the lashes landed. Abby noticed that Emily's dainty pink pucker anus, open and closed with each spasm of pain. "Yes!!" Abby thought to herself "her bunghole is cute, quite pretty really and yet so dainty and small.



Emily will definitely undergo Anal Training starting tomorrow she decided." She could just picture Emily down on all fours, her thighs slightly spread and her hands holding her own ass cheeks widely apart. She would be obediently begging for anal intercourse from her Mistress. She remember seeing a rectal section in one of those porno shops on Second Avenue last month. If anyone would have the equipment for Emily's Anal Training, they would. She would go and see what they had. As her pussy contracted and quivered with a mini orgasm she knew she wanted to feel Emily's lips and velvet tongue paying homage to own nether region again. The feeling of a tongue pushing past her sphincter and into her anal canal had been highly sensual and erotic. The heat that the strap was producing in Emily's ass was affecting her tits and cunt. Her nipples were now erect, her pussy was flooded with her juices and her clitoris was ready to explode. Her internal muscles were contracting on the tampon deep inside her. It was if the tampon was a man's dick or the dildo that she and Abby loved to use on each other.



She was on the verge of orgasm when Abby suddenly stopped whipping her. Squirming and wriggling around she tried desperately to achieve the climax she was so close too. Abby also could tell that the girl was aroused sexually but she knew that if Emily orgasmed the lesson she wanted to convey could be lost in the ecstasy and bliss of cumming. Yes she would mark Emily but not with a hickey. She wanted her love to freely consent to wear her marks. Perhaps a tattoo or body piercing, she had seen pictures showing gold rings piercing nipples and vagina lips in magazines. But first pregnancy then even more intensive training for her lover. She now wanted their relationship to go far beyond just having Emily as her submissive lesbian mate. She wanted Emily to be her slave.



A slave who would obey her every whim. It would take time. She knew that Emily was naturally submissive and already deeply in love with her. She wanted to test the girl's submissive limits and her own ability to total dominate someone. With the right approach and patience training Emily would eagerly obey any command no matter how shameful or humiliating it was. Her pregnancy would be the start of this new dimension for their relationship. Bringing the strap down one last time Abby aimed between the jutting bottomcheeks for the pink-lipped orifice framed by the silken thatch of golden pubic hair. The last stroke was to be directly on Emily's pussy.



That would show her to whom she belonged. At having her pussy hit Emily was unable to control herself any longer. She shrieked and screamed at the top of her lungs while trying to break her restraining bonds. Intense shock register itself in her consciousness as she desperately tried to clamp her thighs shut as indescribable searing pain swept through her cunt. Weeping tearfully, Emily somehow found her voice and implored her lover. "NO! No! Not there! Pleaseeeeee ... Not My Puss ... I can't take it. Ohhhh! It HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!" Tossing the razor strap onto the closed chest Abby announced: "I'm going out! While I'm gone I want you to meditate on why you were whipped, I'll be back later to untie you. But first kiss my hand and thank me for taking the time and trouble to disciple you." Sobbing uncontrollably, Emily repeatedly kissed the hand presented to her. While the girl continued to sob and kiss her hand, Abby admonished her in a soft voice saying. "Hush! Hush now, it's all over.



I forgive and pardon you. I know you want let it happen again. I love you my darling that why I punish you, because I love you. You love me to don't you?" "YES! YES! Abby I do" she whimpered. Abby gently kiss her forehead saying "That's why you submit to me isn't it my baby." Emily could only nod her head as she continued to sob. Abby caressed and fondled the girl's silken tresses until she was could speak again. Sniffling Emily began to slowly mumbled. "I thank you for the trouble you have taken in whipping me." With tears trickling from her eyes again Emily sobbed out begging. "Darling don't go, I want to show you how much I love you. I will hide nothing from you ever again. PLEASEEEE STAY, I need you to hold me!" Draping a blanket over the still bound and naked Emily, Abby put on a pair of jeans and a man's flannel shirt. Pulling on her suede boots, she went to the closet for her black leather coat. She stopped at the door and looked back at the softly sobbing figure on the bed. Turned off the lights she spoke softly saying.



"I'll be back soon and we'll talk." A moment later the front door of the apartment could be heard closing. Emily continued to cry softly in the darkened room after Abby left. Her ass and the backs of her thighs still radiating heat. It was a prickly burning heat that she wanted to sooth away with her hands. What bothered her the most was not the anguish she felt in her abused welted buttocks and thighs but her cunt. Her pussy throbbed with pain yet her clit was erect, still tingling with aroused excitement. She want to CUM; to reach a climax but how? She was still securely restrained. At first she frantically tried to stimulate herself to orgasm by grinding and rotating her pelvis and hips into the pillows stuffed beneath her. She tried rubbing her stiff nipples against the rough texture of the bed spread. She contracted her cunt muscles squeezing the tampon.



Nothing seemed to working. Frustrated at not achieving her goal of sexual release, Emily began to struggle against her bonds. She hoped to slip her hand from the cuffs which held her. Panting and exhausted she gave up trying to free herself. Slowly she resigned herself that she would not be permitted to reach an orgasm until Abby allowed it. She went limp sobbing and whimpering "Abby, Oh Abby my love, I wish you were here. I would show you how much I love you. I will do anything to prove my love, just ask and I will obey instantly without question. Anything darling! Anything at all, as long as you love me. I am yours Abby darling. I will be whatever you want me to be. I love you Abby. I love you, I DO! I DO!" Abby was relieved when no cops pounced on her when she opened the apartment door to leave. She was frighted that one of the neighbors might have called the police, Emily last scream had been ear shattering. She should have insisted on the gag but then she would not have heard the begging and pleading which she loved.



The quiver in Emily's voice and her shrieks and pleas were music to her ears just like her tears were a joy to see. Disciplining and punishing the girl always aroused her and made her hot and horny. Knowing that she was the one who decorated that lovely body with stripes and welts inevitably made her nipples swell to hard little points and her pussy slick and wet with desire. Shaking her head Abby mutter to herself. "Something has to be done." Slave Training Emily in the apartment could land her behind bars, and with the baby where would they put everything? Moving wouldn't fix the problem. There could be nosy inquisitive do-gooder neighbors who could report her to the authorities. Building or buying were the only solutions.



They could easily afford to build or buy a house. She had invested most of her salary and the income from her trust-fund. Her portfolio of stocks, bonds and securities was now worth in excess of three hundred and fifty thousand. Yes, buying a house would fit her plans perfectly. A secluded house would give her the privacy and the room she would need for dominating her lover so completely. A house with a large unfinished basement would be ideal. The basement could be made into an almost soundproof punishment-training chamber. It could be decorated and equipped with bondage and S/M paraphernalia. The instruments of pain and pleasure, Abby had always dreamed and fantasized of having and using on a willing slave. The house could be an added reward for getting pregnant.



She had already told Emily that she could quit her job as soon as a medical doctor pronounced her with child. Having her own home would make Emily deliriously happy and all the more enthusiastic and eager to bear her a child. Starting the car Abby headed toward Second Avenue, if a man wanted to fuck her baby's ass before he impregnated her, so be it. She had taken Emily's maidenhead with her strap on dildo. Now she would be the one to take her little darling anal cherry too. The thoughts of her fucking that tight firm ass was making her panties moist. She could have kicked herself for not getting into this ass and anal stuff a lot sooner. It had just never occurred to her that buttock's and rectum's were such erogenous places. She could see all sort's of possibilities for her and Emily in this area for the future. She would stretch and enlarge Emily nether hole over the coming days until she was at her next fertile peak. Then send her out again.



This time ready for butt-fucking if necessary in order to get her pregnant and ready for enslavement into the world of Dominance and Submission. She also wanted to see just how servile, humble and obedient Emily would become in regard to her pink pucker anus and bottom-cheeks. Their ass playing early made her realize just how sensitive her own ass was. She was not sure she wanted to be sodomized herself but it was something she might consider someday. If Emily could be made to commit this ultimate act of intimacy could she live out another fantasy and piss on her or better yet make the girl drink her urine? Abby didn't know if her dominate nature would allow her to go that far but she was optimistic and hopeful that she had what it would take.



Abby gripped the steering wheel tightly as she realized she was panting for breath and that her body had begun to shiver. Dropping a hand between her thighs she cupped her crotch and tried to massage and stroke her pulsating clitoris through her jeans and panties. The mere pressure of her fingers down there triggered her climax. She had cum just thinking of what she was going to do to Emily.from sextails.com

emily's strange tale

Emily used her hands to cover her face as she cried and begged. "Pleaseee! Abby Pleaseeee! I couldn't help it. He had me so excited that he was doing it before I realized it. Pleaseeee don't be upset. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "Not as sorry as you're going to be. Now turn over!" Abby demanded sternly as she pulled at Emily's shoulder. With Emily laying on her stomach crying into the pillow, Abby quickly reached under the corner of the bed and brought out a leather wrist cuff. The cuff was attached to the corner-post of the massive headboard of the bed. Taking Emily's right arm she pulled the girl's wrist to the cuff locking it. After cuffing the left wrist, she slapped Emily's ass with her open palm ordering her harshly. "Raise up you little nypho slut bitch. I want to put these pillows under you.

" Emily used her knees and dutifully obeyed as she again pleaded "Pleassee darling don't. It won't happen again." Abby stuffed the pillows under the sobbing girl's hips and stomach. Then she went to the foot of the bed where she spread the bound girl's legs wide apart before attaching cuffs to her ankles. She chuckled to herself as she stood and watched Emily clench her buttocks in a vain attempt to make her ass a smaller target. Reaching down Abby opened a large antique oak trunk, rummaging around inside she pulled out a black razor strap. Letting the trunk lid slam shut she held the leather strip up with both hands. Emily still crying and begging was peering over her shoulder trying to focus her tear filled eyes on what Abby had in her hands.

There were things in that chest that she was deathly afraid to have applied to her body. Some of Abby's punishment and discipline toys could really hurt and do serious damage if applied to harshly. She knew Abby loved her and would never do anything to damage or permanently scar her. She was always fearful of being disfigure while being whipped, she couldn't help it. It was something that always flooded her mind just before a session began. Abby raised the strap up to shoulder height then swung it downward with her right arm, it landed with a loud crack on Emily's right thigh. Pain exploded inside the girl's head and she screamed out and jerked upward in her bonds. In a flash Abby was around the bed and had her hand clamped over the girl's mouth. As she continued to struggle Abby calmly ask, "Do I have to gag you?" Emily frantically shook her head no. She hated gags, especially the one that was shaped like a man's penis. Their toy box only contained two of the devices.

She remembered the day Abby brought it home. Abby had purchased the cock gag as a joke telling her: "It's for those times when I miss and hit your delicious little puss instead of your inner thigh's. With this filling your sweet mouth the neighbors won't call the police," she had laughed. Making Emily hold and feel the hard black rubber device she continued. "I don't think I'll have to use it often, darling. You should certainly know I seldom miss what I aim for. Besides I only punish and discipline you because I love you. By spanking and punishing you I show you how much I care about you. Now let's see how this black monster fits?" Taking the gag she tapped Emily's pouting lips with it's fat black head. Playfully Abby commanded. "Open wide and I'll ease it in so that we can properly adjust the straps." Closing her eyes, Emily's lips trembled and quivered. Meekly her sensuous lips slowly parted and she opens her mouth wide. Abby smiles at her lover submission.

Carefully she inserts the gag letting it slide along the girl's tongue making sure she does not choke. Giggling she request "Now say Ah for the nice lady doctor." Emily is frozen with fear. Breathing heavily through her nose Emily she is relieved went the rubber head did not touch the back of her throat. At first she was apprehensive and almost panic stricken until she realized the shaft was not choking her. It merely fill her mouth and made speaking impossible. Abby quickly tightened and adjusted the head straps then eased the saliva soaked phallus from her mouth. Seeing the fright in the girl's eyes she quickly kissed her saying.

"This tiny black dick is a joke darling. The only thing I want to stuff down you throat is my tongue." She then French kiss Emily taking her breath away. The penis gag had been in the chest with the rest of their toys ever since that day and was never mentioned again. Emily was now terrified that Abby would choose the penis gag. Keeping her hand in place Abby stared into the girl pleading blue eyes then spoke. "As you wish but if you scream too loudly I will silence you and double your punishment. You have been warned now! Do you want to reconsider the gag?" Again Emily shook her head no.

She did not want to be gagged nor did she want the neighbors or anyone to know that her lover was whipping her for letting a male put a hickey on her. It was humiliating and shameful enough that she submitted herself to Abby but to have someone know of her submission. It would be too much, she would just die of embarrassment, she thought. She told herself she would groan, beg and plead but not scream. She never wanted to have that black cock in her mouth again and a real flesh and blood penis was out the question. Abby could cut off her clitoris and sew up her slit but she would rather die than perform orally for a male. Abby drew her tear soaked hand away cautiously expecting to hear more pleading. The young girl did not speak but a shudder passed down her body from head to toe. Abby traced her quivering lips with her finger tip then commanded.

"Kiss the razor strap and ask me to give you the punishment that you deserve." Abby brought the three inch wide black strap to within an inch of Emily's still trembling lips. Straining her neck forward Emily's lips touched the supple leather. Looking up at her lover she took a deep breath then spoke rapidly in one long breath. "I very humbly beg you pardon for allowing a male to mark me and I promise you....." A pair of stinging slaps to the ass interrupted her: "That's not the only reason you're being disciplined. You were going to conceal your little passion mark from me. You purposely left that little episode out when you described how that man fucked you. Now begin again. Ask for forgiveness and your punishment like the good little girl I've trained you to be." Chocking back her sobs Emily docilely resumed: "I beg your pardon for allowing a male to mark me and for not tell you and showing you immediately upon my return home... and ... and... I going to submit with gratitude and docility to the discipline which I justly deserve.

Please darling punish me as severely as you think best. I pray that I learn from this correction. I will never try to conceal or hide anything from you ever again. Please punish me now!" Having uttered what she hoped was appropriate she burst out with a plea for mercy. "Oh, darling, take pity on me, don't be to severe .... I was going to show and tell you about the hickey, I swear." Abby stood and picked up the strap lying next to the tear streaked face. Bending down she kiss Emily's damp cheek then moved down and brushed her lips over the twin hillock's of white flesh. The skin of Emily thigh was tinged a faint shade of pink from the earlier stroke of the strap. But the skin on her buttocks was a creamy snowy white and unblemished, the swats from her hand having already faded.

To Abby, Emily was most appealing and sexy when she had tears in her eyes and welts on bottom. Straighting up Abby could feel her nipples harden at the thoughts of what was about to happen. Her clit was tingling and her pussy lips were starting to swell and separate with her growing excitement. Soon those beautiful full buttocks would be bright red and burning with painful stripes and welts. As would be the backs of her thighs and especially the tender sensitive inner thighs. Emily would learn, you hide absolutely nothing! Emily's bottom twitching in terrified anticipation of the first stroke of her whipping. She had secretly wished for this a few minutes ago but now that it was a reality it was a different matter. She told herself this is what she deserves and if she submitted it would prove her love for Abby and not a man. Abby brought the strap down with considerable strength across the naked globes of Emily's delectable rounded butt.

The lash marked the snowy white cheeks with a bright red splotch. Abby's clit grew as her slit started to glisten with her sweet nectar. Emily mouth open wide but she suppressed her overwhelming desire to scream. Instead she arched up pulling at her bonds then flattened herself back to the bed and piteously groaned: "Ohhh it hurts so, pardon, pardon. I'll never do it again ... never again ... Ohh have mercy. ... Ouuuuuueeeee!!! Ouuuuuueeee Arrrrch Ohhh!" Within minutes Emily's ass and thighs were fiery red and welts crisscrossed the once creamy smooth skin. Her ass was dancing all around as her hips weaved and gyrated in every direction her bonds would allow. Her face was now buried in the pillow and only the muffled shrieks of anguish and pleas for leniency could be heard above the sound of leather meeting naked flesh. Her buttocks would clench and unclench as the lashes landed. Abby noticed that Emily's dainty pink pucker anus, open and closed with each spasm of pain. "Yes!!" Abby thought to herself "her bunghole is cute, quite pretty really and yet so dainty and small.

Emily will definitely undergo Anal Training starting tomorrow she decided." She could just picture Emily down on all fours, her thighs slightly spread and her hands holding her own ass cheeks widely apart. She would be obediently begging for anal intercourse from her Mistress. She remember seeing a rectal section in one of those porno shops on Second Avenue last month. If anyone would have the equipment for Emily's Anal Training, they would. She would go and see what they had. As her pussy contracted and quivered with a mini orgasm she knew she wanted to feel Emily's lips and velvet tongue paying homage to own nether region again. The feeling of a tongue pushing past her sphincter and into her anal canal had been highly sensual and erotic. The heat that the strap was producing in Emily's ass was affecting her tits and cunt. Her nipples were now erect, her pussy was flooded with her juices and her clitoris was ready to explode. Her internal muscles were contracting on the tampon deep inside her. It was if the tampon was a man's dick or the dildo that she and Abby loved to use on each other.

She was on the verge of orgasm when Abby suddenly stopped whipping her. Squirming and wriggling around she tried desperately to achieve the climax she was so close too. Abby also could tell that the girl was aroused sexually but she knew that if Emily orgasmed the lesson she wanted to convey could be lost in the ecstasy and bliss of cumming. Yes she would mark Emily but not with a hickey. She wanted her love to freely consent to wear her marks. Perhaps a tattoo or body piercing, she had seen pictures showing gold rings piercing nipples and vagina lips in magazines. But first pregnancy then even more intensive training for her lover. She now wanted their relationship to go far beyond just having Emily as her submissive lesbian mate. She wanted Emily to be her slave.

A slave who would obey her every whim. It would take time. She knew that Emily was naturally submissive and already deeply in love with her. She wanted to test the girl's submissive limits and her own ability to total dominate someone. With the right approach and patience training Emily would eagerly obey any command no matter how shameful or humiliating it was. Her pregnancy would be the start of this new dimension for their relationship. Bringing the strap down one last time Abby aimed between the jutting bottomcheeks for the pink-lipped orifice framed by the silken thatch of golden pubic hair. The last stroke was to be directly on Emily's pussy.

That would show her to whom she belonged. At having her pussy hit Emily was unable to control herself any longer. She shrieked and screamed at the top of her lungs while trying to break her restraining bonds. Intense shock register itself in her consciousness as she desperately tried to clamp her thighs shut as indescribable searing pain swept through her cunt. Weeping tearfully, Emily somehow found her voice and implored her lover. "NO! No! Not there! Pleaseeeeee ... Not My Puss ... I can't take it. Ohhhh! It HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!" Tossing the razor strap onto the closed chest Abby announced: "I'm going out! While I'm gone I want you to meditate on why you were whipped, I'll be back later to untie you. But first kiss my hand and thank me for taking the time and trouble to disciple you." Sobbing uncontrollably, Emily repeatedly kissed the hand presented to her. While the girl continued to sob and kiss her hand, Abby admonished her in a soft voice saying. "Hush! Hush now, it's all over.

I forgive and pardon you. I know you want let it happen again. I love you my darling that why I punish you, because I love you. You love me to don't you?" "YES! YES! Abby I do" she whimpered. Abby gently kiss her forehead saying "That's why you submit to me isn't it my baby." Emily could only nod her head as she continued to sob. Abby caressed and fondled the girl's silken tresses until she was could speak again. Sniffling Emily began to slowly mumbled. "I thank you for the trouble you have taken in whipping me." With tears trickling from her eyes again Emily sobbed out begging. "Darling don't go, I want to show you how much I love you. I will hide nothing from you ever again. PLEASEEEE STAY, I need you to hold me!" Draping a blanket over the still bound and naked Emily, Abby put on a pair of jeans and a man's flannel shirt. Pulling on her suede boots, she went to the closet for her black leather coat. She stopped at the door and looked back at the softly sobbing figure on the bed. Turned off the lights she spoke softly saying.

"I'll be back soon and we'll talk." A moment later the front door of the apartment could be heard closing. Emily continued to cry softly in the darkened room after Abby left. Her ass and the backs of her thighs still radiating heat. It was a prickly burning heat that she wanted to sooth away with her hands. What bothered her the most was not the anguish she felt in her abused welted buttocks and thighs but her cunt. Her pussy throbbed with pain yet her clit was erect, still tingling with aroused excitement. She want to CUM; to reach a climax but how? She was still securely restrained. At first she frantically tried to stimulate herself to orgasm by grinding and rotating her pelvis and hips into the pillows stuffed beneath her. She tried rubbing her stiff nipples against the rough texture of the bed spread. She contracted her cunt muscles squeezing the tampon.

Nothing seemed to working. Frustrated at not achieving her goal of sexual release, Emily began to struggle against her bonds. She hoped to slip her hand from the cuffs which held her. Panting and exhausted she gave up trying to free herself. Slowly she resigned herself that she would not be permitted to reach an orgasm until Abby allowed it. She went limp sobbing and whimpering "Abby, Oh Abby my love, I wish you were here. I would show you how much I love you. I will do anything to prove my love, just ask and I will obey instantly without question. Anything darling! Anything at all, as long as you love me. I am yours Abby darling. I will be whatever you want me to be. I love you Abby. I love you, I DO! I DO!" Abby was relieved when no cops pounced on her when she opened the apartment door to leave. She was frighted that one of the neighbors might have called the police, Emily last scream had been ear shattering. She should have insisted on the gag but then she would not have heard the begging and pleading which she loved.

The quiver in Emily's voice and her shrieks and pleas were music to her ears just like her tears were a joy to see. Disciplining and punishing the girl always aroused her and made her hot and horny. Knowing that she was the one who decorated that lovely body with stripes and welts inevitably made her nipples swell to hard little points and her pussy slick and wet with desire. Shaking her head Abby mutter to herself. "Something has to be done." Slave Training Emily in the apartment could land her behind bars, and with the baby where would they put everything? Moving wouldn't fix the problem. There could be nosy inquisitive do-gooder neighbors who could report her to the authorities. Building or buying were the only solutions.

They could easily afford to build or buy a house. She had invested most of her salary and the income from her trust-fund. Her portfolio of stocks, bonds and securities was now worth in excess of three hundred and fifty thousand. Yes, buying a house would fit her plans perfectly. A secluded house would give her the privacy and the room she would need for dominating her lover so completely. A house with a large unfinished basement would be ideal. The basement could be made into an almost soundproof punishment-training chamber. It could be decorated and equipped with bondage and S/M paraphernalia. The instruments of pain and pleasure, Abby had always dreamed and fantasized of having and using on a willing slave. The house could be an added reward for getting pregnant.

She had already told Emily that she could quit her job as soon as a medical doctor pronounced her with child. Having her own home would make Emily deliriously happy and all the more enthusiastic and eager to bear her a child. Starting the car Abby headed toward Second Avenue, if a man wanted to fuck her baby's ass before he impregnated her, so be it. She had taken Emily's maidenhead with her strap on dildo. Now she would be the one to take her little darling anal cherry too. The thoughts of her fucking that tight firm ass was making her panties moist. She could have kicked herself for not getting into this ass and anal stuff a lot sooner. It had just never occurred to her that buttock's and rectum's were such erogenous places. She could see all sort's of possibilities for her and Emily in this area for the future. She would stretch and enlarge Emily nether hole over the coming days until she was at her next fertile peak. Then send her out again.

This time ready for butt-fucking if necessary in order to get her pregnant and ready for enslavement into the world of Dominance and Submission. She also wanted to see just how servile, humble and obedient Emily would become in regard to her pink pucker anus and bottom-cheeks. Their ass playing early made her realize just how sensitive her own ass was. She was not sure she wanted to be sodomized herself but it was something she might consider someday. If Emily could be made to commit this ultimate act of intimacy could she live out another fantasy and piss on her or better yet make the girl drink her urine? Abby didn't know if her dominate nature would allow her to go that far but she was optimistic and hopeful that she had what it would take.

Abby gripped the steering wheel tightly as she realized she was panting for breath and that her body had begun to shiver. Dropping a hand between her thighs she cupped her crotch and tried to massage and stroke her pulsating clitoris through her jeans and panties. The mere pressure of her fingers down there triggered her climax. She had cum just thinking of what she was going to do to Emily.from sextails.com

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

the hot tub

Mike tugged his swimming trunks up his lean body and zipped the front of the trunks. Picking up a towel and his motel key, he opened the door and stepped out into the hall. Suddenly, he was confronted with a vision of loveliness. A tall, statuesque brunette was coming down the hall. She was followed by a tall, well built man with short blonde hair. The woman smiled at him as they passed. Turning to watch, Mike saw that they stopped at the door next to his and the man unlocked the door with a key. They both nodded at him before they went into the room. "Umm, some neighbor I've got," Mike thought to himself as he headed toward the elevator to take him down to the hot tub. Mike was alone on a business trip and feeling very horny.

He had just returned from a late dinner and had decided to soak in the hotel hot tub before turning in. It was about 10 o'clock, and Mike figured that about 30 minutes in the hot water aught to relieve the tension he had developed during the meetings he had sat through all day. When he reached the hot tub, located in a little glassed in building beside the swimming pool, he discovered that it was deserted. He placed his towel and key on a bench near the tub and eased himself down into the hot water. He gasped as the hot water soaked through his swim suit, causing him to involuntarily reach down and grasp his balls.

He slid down neck deep in the water and sat back in the little seat, leaning back and closing his eyes as the heat soaked into his body. "Hi, Neighbor," a sultry voice brought his eyes open with a start. Looking up, he saw the brunette and her husband standing by the tub. "May we join you?" "Sure," he grinned at them. The brunette had on one of the skimpiest bikinis he had ever seen outside of a strip show. Her large breasts were barely covered by the two small triangles of cloth held in place by a string around her ribs and two more strings coming from the top of each triangle and tied behind her neck. The bottom of the bikini was a small wisp of cloth which barely covered her pubic area. She appeared to be about 30 or so, and her skin, and Mike could see a lot of it, was lightly tanned and flawlessly smoothe.

Her husband, who also appeared to be about 30ish, wore a pair of zip up the front trunks similar to the ones Mike was wearing. He was darker than she was, and Mike was surprised by the apparent bulge in the crotch of his bathing suit. Normally, he didn't notice men like that, but this was hard to ignore. The guy must really be hung. Mike almost chuckled to himself. This gal would probably flip if she knew that he was even larger than her husband appeared to be. At 35, Mike was still in good shape, with a firm tanned body and a dick which his wife swore was the largest she had ever seen, and she had seen a few before they had gotten married. The woman stepped down into the water and slid down into a seat facing Mike. The man gasped when his balls contacted the water. The woman laughed at him as he eased himself down and seated himself beside her. The woman leaned back, letting her long legs extend out in front of her toward Mike.

Her large breasts appeared to be floating on the water, the thin material covering them, clearly outlining her nipples. Mike caught himself staring at them, and quickly glanced at her eyes to see if she had noticed. He knew from the gleam in her eye that she was very aware of where he had been looking. He glanced at her husband and was surprised to see a smile on his face. "Nice pair of tits, aren't they," he said with a grin. Mike didn't quite know what to say, but the woman chuckled. "Don't let him embarass you," she told Mike. "He likes to watch the expressions on other men's faces when they know they've been caught staring at my boobs." "Those aren't boobs, Honey, those are TITS," her husband chuckled. "Don't you agree?" he asked Mike.

Mike grinned. "I certainly do," he smiled at the woman. "I'm Paula and this is Tom, my husband," Paula introduced themselves. "I'm Mike," Mike replied. "I guess we're in adjoining rooms." "Yeah," Tom said. "When Paula looked out the window and saw you come in here, after seeing you in the hall, she talked me into coming down to join you." "It didn't take much talking," she laughed. "All I have to do is jiggle my tits or wiggle my ass and he'll do anything," she grinned at Mike. "I don't blame him," Mike laughed. "Yeah, these things will get you anything you want from me," Tom said, reaching over and squeezing the nearest breast through the thin bikini top. "How about it, Mike, wouldn't you do almost anything for a look at a pair of tits like these?" "Yeah, I guess I would," Mike agreed, surprised at the turn the conversation was taking. "Anything?" Paula raised her eyebrows. Mike stared as Tom reached behind her neck and untied the strings holding the two small triangles up. Then, taking hold of one string, he slowly pulled it down, gradually exposing her breast to his gaze.

Mike saw that she had no tan line as Tom pulled the material down off of her nipple. Her nipple was dark, standing out against the lightly tanned flesh around it, and she was obviously excited because the nipple was hard and erect. Tom slid his hand up and cupped her breast, squeezing and manipulating it. "Your nipples are hard," he said, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. "So is your dick," she said, sliding her hand over to him under the water. "Is Mike's dick hard?" Tom asked her. She extended a foot, sliding it right up between his legs, feeling his crotch with the bottom of her foot. "It sure is, and he's at least as well hung as you are!" she gasped. "You're kidding," Tom said. "She told me in the room that you were well equipped," he told Mike. "She sizes up every man she meets." Mike couldn't believe it. Paula was sliding her foot up and down along the length of his dick, which was standing straight up in his bathing suit. And Tom had both of his wife's breasts uncovered and was massaging them right there in front of Mike. And judging by the movement of her shoulders, she was playing with his dick under the water. "Why don't you move over hear where you can see my tits better, Mike?" Paula suggested. Mike couldn't believe her invitation, but he glanced at her husband and saw him grinning. Mike slid over into a seat next to Paula, on the other side of her from her husband.

He looked down at the big tits floating above the surface of the water. Mike felt Paula's hand touch his leg. She slid her hand down to the inside of his thigh and up to his crotch. Her fingers traced the bulge in his bathing suit, al the way from the root to where the tip of his dick was trying to push its way out the top of his bathing suit. She squeezed his dick through his suit. "Tom, you wouldn't believe the size of this man's dick!" she told her husband. "Is is out of his bathing suit?" Tom asked. "No, but it's trying to get out all by itself," Paula giggled. "Well, Mike, why don't you let the poor thing out?" Tom said, reaching down under the water and obviously unfastening his suit. "Yeah, I like that," Paula said, her right arm moving as she obviously manipulated her husband's prick with one hand while she continued to squeeze Mike's cock with the other hand. "Come on, Mike, get your dick out," Paula said. Mike unfastened his suit and unzipped it. His dick sprang out through the opening into Paula's hand. "Wow," Paula gasped, wrapping her hand around it and sliding her fist up and down along the shaft. "Tom, this thing really is bigger than yours!" "How about it, Mike, would you really do almost anything to get hold of these tits?" Tom asked. "Well," Mike hesitated. "Maybe we had better explain," Paula said. "We have had this fantasy for some time, and this is the first time we have had a chance to live it out. Tom wants to watch me make it with another man. And I want to get thoroughly screwed while he watches. So, how about it? Are you willing to get it on with me while he watches?" Mike couldn't believe his ears. He hesitated.

Then, putting all caution aside he said, "You bet!" "Great," Tom said. "Let's go back to the room where we won't be interrupted." Paula quickly pulled her bikini top up and retied it behind her neck, adjusting the two patches of cloth over her tits. Mike carefully zipped his bathing suit up over his hardon, struggling to accomplish this without injuring himself. "Come on, guys," Paula said, standing up. Tom and Mike both rose to their feet. "You guys are gonna have to carry your towels in front of you," she giggled. Mike and Tom headed for the elevator with Paula between them. In the elevator on the way up to their floor, Paula suddenly reached down and slid her hand behind Mike's towel. "Just checking to be sure it's still hard," she told him. Tom laughed. When they entered the room, they all stood and stared at each other for a few moments. Finally, Tom broke the silence.

"Why don't the two of you get acquainted while I go take a pee," he suggested. He disappeared into the bathroom. Paula immediately moved up against Mike. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her. As they kissed, he felt her lips part and her tongue flicked the end of his tongue. Soon they were french kissing madly and Mike's hands were sliding up and down her back. When their lips finally parted, Mike looked into her eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her. "You bet," she replied, rubbing her bare belly against the hardon bulging out in the front of his bathing suit. He grinned and slid his hands down, cupping the cheeks of her ass and pulling her against him. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him again. He slid one hand up to the back of her neck and untied the string.

When their lips parted, he pulled his head back and looked down. The bikini top was sort of hanging on the end of her nipples. She giggled and shook her tits, causing the material to slide completely down off of them, exposing the two beautiful orbs to his eyes. Mike kissed her again, letting one hand slide up under armpit and around onto her breast. He cupped it in his hand, feeling the warm firmness nestle into his palm. He squeezed and massaged it, working from the base out to her hard jutting nipples. Tom came back into the room from the bathroom. "Don't mind me," he told them. He went over and sat down in a chair by the bed, watching them. Mike kissed his way down Paula's neck and down over the tops of her sloping breasts. He ran his tongue around the hard nipple, then took it between his lips, sucking it into his mouth. Paula gasped with pleasure as he sucked on it.

While he sucked her tit, Mike slid a hand down her hip and down onto her thigh. The hand moved around between her thighs and slowly slid up between her warm soft legs until he had his hand palming her pussy through her bikini. His fingers slipped up and down along her crack, feeling the heat through the thin material. He could feel her clit protruding from between her cunt lips. He slid his hand down inside the top of the bikini and down to the top of her slit. He was surprized to find that there was no cunt hair. She was clean shaven! Mike's finger dipped down into the top of her slit, finding her hard protruding clit. He rolled it with his finger, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. He slid his finger further down into her slit, feeling the juices flowing around his finger as he found her hole and inserted the tip of his finger. Suddenly, she pulled away from him and reached down and quickly slipped the bikini off, letting it fall to the floor. Then she unfastened his bathing suit, unzipping it.

His hardon sprang out through the opening into her hand. "Ohh, yes," she said, wrapping her fingers around the thick cock and sliding her hand up and down the length of the shaft. "Look at this, Tom. Isn't this a beauty." "It sure is," Tom agreed. Mike saw that Tom had a beauty of his own. He had unfastened his suit and was stroking a huge boner, his hand sliding up and down along a shaft that may have been slightly thicker than Mike's, but was not quite as long. Mike kissed Paula again, his hands sliding all over her tits and her hand working on his dick. Mike kissed his way down her front to her magnificent breasts. He lifted one to his lips, kissing and licking the large hard nipple. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, causing a gasp to come from her lips. As Mike continued to suck her tits, he slid a hand up between her legs. She parted her legs as he gently inserted a fingertip into her slit, searching back between her legs for her pussy hole. When he reached her juicy hole, he slid a fingertip in, then began to finger her, working his finger farther and farther up into her. Suddenly, Paula pushed his head away from her breasts and pulled his finger out of her pussy.

Pulling him by the dick, she led him to the side of the bed, right in front of the chair where Tom sat. She sat down on the bed and pulled Mike up in front of her. Bending forward, she pulled his dick to her mouth. She licked the big knob, running her tongue all around the slit in the end, licking the juice leaking from it. Mike groaned as she sucked the knob into her mouth. Pressing forward, she began to work it deeper and deeper into her mouth, until at least half of his dick had disappeared between her lips. Then she slid her mouth back, sucking as his dick reappeared from her lips. Her head began to move back and forth as she sucked vigorously on his dick. Tom had risen to his feet and was standing beside Mike, watching his wife's mouth as she sucked the big dick. Tom was still stroking his monster hardon as he watched the action. Finally, Paula released his dick from her mouth and leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows. Mike dropped to his knees in front of her, his lips tracing their way up the soft inside of her thigh. She groaned when his lips reached her smoothe-shaven pussy.

He licked up and down her crack, delving his tongue down into her slit and tasting her juices. She pulled her legs up and spread them wide, propping her heels on the bed rail. Mike was sucking her pussy in earnest now, licking and nibbling her clit, and swiping his tongue up and down the full length of her pussy. She was moaning and groaning in ecstasy. Tom, standing beside them watching, seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as Mike and Paula. Suddenly, Paula grabbed Mike's head and pulled his mouth hard against her pussy. She let out a shreik as she came, his lips fastened around her clit. Finally, she released his head and dropped back on the bed, flat on her back, her legs still spread wide. "Fuck her, man," Tom told him. Mike stood up and moved up between Paula's widespread legs.

Taking his big dick in his hand, he rubbed the head up and down in her open slit, then lowered the end to her hole. Pressing forward, he watched his shaft slowly disappear up her cunt. Paula groaned as he slid smoothly up into her. Mike continued to press forward until his pubic hair was pressed tightly against her smoothe-shaven mons, his dick totally buried in her hot, wet pussy. "Wow," Tom breathed, standing beside them, looking down at his wife's pussy as Mike slowly withdrew his dick, sliding out until only the end was in, then reversed direction and pushed it back up into her again. Mike began to screw her in earnest, his hips working as he pumped his big dick in and out of her pussy. Paula raised her legs and wrapped them around Mike's waist. He bent over her, supporting himself on his elbows as he fucked her.

Tom moved directly behind them, squatting down and watching Mike's dick slide in and out of Paula's clasping pussy. Mike felt Paula's hands on his back, sliding up and down his spine. Then her hands were on his buttocks, pulling and pushing as he fucked her. Suddenly, Mike realized that Paula was looking over his shoulder, evidently watching something Tom was doing. Mike started to turn his head to look, when he felt Tom move up against him, rubbing his big dick up and down in the crack of Mike's ass. Paula tightened her grip on Mike's ass, pulling him tightly against her, his dick buried up to the hilt in her pussy.

Her hands on his ass were pulling his crack wide open as Mike pressed the end of his big dick against Mike's ass hole. "Hey," Mike exclaimed as Tom pressed forward. Mike felt his ass hole opening up under the pressure from the end of Tom's dick. Slowly, ever so slowly, he felt the end of the big dick enter his ass hole. He didn't quite know what to do. In a way, he wanted to tear himself free from Paula and shove Tom's dick out of his ass, but there was another feeling, too. His dick was buried up to the balls in Paula's hot pussy and the big dick pushing up into his ass was heightening the pleasure of her pussy on his dick. As Tom pressed forward, the huge dick making its way up into his ass was stretching his asshole almost unbearable. His rectum was burning from the stretching. Tom had about two inches in now. He withdrew a little, then pressed forward again, sinking farther in.

Then withdrawing again, he pressed forward, gaining another inch or so. Mike felt like he was being split wide open. However, as Tom continued to thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw, Mike's ass began to relax and accommodate the big dick screwing its way up into his backside. Finally, Tom held still, Mike's asshole stuffed with dick. Mike thought his must have it all the way in. Then, Mike withdrew and suddenly thrust forward again. He hadn't had it all the way in before, but not there was no doubt that it was buried in his ass. Mike felt the head far up inside of his, feeling like it was hitting him in the back of the balls. He felt Tom's belly against his ass. Then he felt Tom withdraw and slide home again. Mike's asshole was accepting Tom's dick now, taking the full length as he began to slide it in and out, screwing him in the butt. As Tom screwed Mike in the ass, Mike began to move on his own again.

His hips rocked back and forth, moving his dick in and out of Paula's pussy and at the same time, fucking his ass hole back and forth on the big dick behind him. Paula was about to go out of her mind under him. She was gyrating her pelvis and shoving her pussy up at him. Tom, behind him, was beginning to grunt and gasp with his thrusts. Mike knew he was about to come and he sensed the closeness of the other two. Suddenly, he raised, supporting his upper body on his outstretched hands and began to pump his hips back and forth. His dick was slamming in and out of Paula's pussy and Tom was holding still, just letting Mike fuck himself in the ass. Paula let out a shreik as she began to come. With a grunt, Mike slammed forward, burying his huge dick in her cunt as he began to spew spurt after spurt of cum up her spasming pussy. Tom began to thrust vigorously, slamming his dick in and out of Mike's ass, then he shoved forward with a cry and buried his dick in Mike's clutching butt hole as he shot spurt after spurt of cum up his ass.Mike collapsed on top of Paula and Tom settled down on Mike's back. After a bit, Paula began to stir. "Hey, Guys, I'm getting mashed under here," her muffled voice proclaimed.

Tom raised up and pulled his dick out of Mike's ass, rolling sideways and flopping on his back on the bed. Mike pulled his dick out of Paula's pussy and rolled to the other side, lying on his back beside Paula. She raised up and grinned at them. "Wow, that was almost like getting fucked by two dicks at one," she told them. Tom raised up on one elbow and looked across at Mike. "I think we might be able to arrange that, don't you, Mike?" he asked with a grin. "Yeah, we sure can," he agreed. "As soon as we get out breath, why don't you fuck her pussy and I'll fuck her ass." "Sounds good to me," Tom agreed. "Oh, boy, I've always wanted to get double-fucked," Paula enthused. from sextails.com

Sunday, January 20, 2008

russian study

“We take break from studying” said Marla K. Marla’s last name was always too difficult to pronounce to Americans so she told her students to call her Ms. Marla. “Russian language hard so Charles take break; Ms. Marla relax too. Charles relax” she told him. “We study soon” his Russian born teacher said. “Ms. Marla confused about something. It on mind; I think I show you. You old enough I think” she added.

“I find it and show you.” He sat and watched her head towards her computer. She called him over. Charles stood behind it. He didn’t see what she pulled up. “Ms. Marla go online. She look for men. I look for dates with other Russian men. I find this. I do not like. This is bad. This should not be here” Ms. Marla told Charles. He stuck his head around to see what was on her monitor. On the monitor was an older bustier woman having sex with a young man around Charles’ age. He was 20. Ms. Marla was 38. Ms. Marla was embarrassed by what she saw but she was also curious. She didn’t know who to talk to. Charles had been with her as a student for two years. She asked his advice. “Why would young man do this with older woman? Is older woman pretty to young man? Does young man make older woman feel special?”

Ms. Marla didn’t know. She didn’t understand. “Is this normal” she asked. “Do boys do this with woman?” She looked at Charles. She was clueless. “Do boys like doing these acts” she asked. “I not sure Charles; tell Ms. Marla truth.” Charles was turned on by the two naked bodies that were in the act of having sex. The scene was similar to him and Ms. Marla. The woman was the guy’s teacher. The guy had been having difficulty learning the subject matter. She proposed an idea which enticed him. She would seduce him. He would fall for her. The teacher in the video convinced the student he would learn better once the two were comfortable with one another. That was the gist of the video. It worked too.

Charles watched with fascination. He was aroused by the nature of it. He stared at the screen. The young man in the video was in the act of having sex with the elder woman. He was cumming all over the attractive woman’s back. She closed it out as the person portraying the student began to do it. She told him it was disgusting and they didn’t need to see that part. Charles wanted to see the rest. She was curious too.“She have intercourse. They have intercourse together. Charles that not right” she said as she closed out the page. Charles quickly became horny. His eyes were fixated on an empty screen. It was erotic to him. It was a huge turn on. He said t himself “No nooo pull it up again! Show me that again!” “Ms. Marla sorry she show you that. Ms. Marla know it not right. We go back to studying now. I sorry” she kept reiterating. “I very sorry Charles” she said remorsefully.

They sat down together to go over the Russian language. As they did she’d swipe his arm, shoulder, or hands frequently but unintentionally. She looked up and smiled. She excused herself from touching him. A slight young man he was handsome enough. Not extremely tall or muscular he was intelligent and for the most part picked up on the subject easily. Language rules were the hardest part. They always were for most individuals. Ms. Marla always wore a blouse. She never had it unbuttoned too far down; not enough to promote her womanly qualities too much. The blouse was always a lightweight piece. Ms. Marla had very perky breasts. She always noticed how her nipples were hard. It was a distraction. She wished she wasn’t as hyper as he felt. She tried hard to overcome her dilemma.

Charles never noticed, but he quickly noticed she was pretty enough although never felt there was any connection between the two only because it was a student teacher relationship and nothing else.“You do good Charles. Ms. Marla happy; we need to understand each other better. That come in time. I happy with you. You good student. You good young man too” she told him smiling. She winked without thinking. He saw her wink. It made him think about the video they both just saw. “Thank you Ms. Marla; I appreciate that” and he smiled and touched his teachers arm lightly trying only to be friendly but nothing else. He made a mistake. It was a big one. “I get us drinks. Water is fine” she asked. He said yes. Standing up she watched him as she adjusted her blouse. It wasn’t intentional but as she did she smiled. She seemed warm and friendlier then he anticipated her to be. He smiled back warmly.

Coming back with two tall glasses of ice water she told him this would refresh him. She tripped on the way and one glass flew out and broke on the floor the other glass she held onto but it tipped completely spilling over into his lap almost. He scooted away in time. She fell down by his chair and the broken glass and ice on the carpeted floor.He jumped up, grabbed her by her arms saving her from getting wet from the water which had spilled over into the carpet. As he picked her up, their bodies came close to colliding. She as inches away from him. He watched her closely making sure she was okay. She looked into his eyes. Ms. Marla thanked him gently. “That good of Charles. You fast” she told him. “Thank you very much. Ms. Marla appreciate what you do.” He said she was welcome. They smile at each other.

They stared at each other.Suddenly she shook her head and turned away from him. She looked at the mess on the floor. She looked back at him. “We quit for day Charles. It unusual but you good man. I like you. You save me from being hurt” she told him. I clean up. You go home now.”She walked to the kitchen grabbed a vacuum, broom, dustpan and towels. She looked at him again. “No it okay; you go home now. I am fine” she said. “Thank you” she added smiling into his eyes. Collecting his belongings he watched as she started trying to clean up the broken glass. Her sweeper wasn’t going to pick up big pieces like those. She could manually sweep it up. By the door he saw her trying to sweep it up one way or another.

He put down his bag. Frustrated she said something in Russian. He understood the word and laughed. She looked up. She knew he did. She laughed too. They looked at each other.“Why Charles still here” she asked. “You go home. I be alright” she told him. Then it dawned on her. Her smile disappeared. She finally realized why he was still around. “Nooo Charles you go. You go home please. We done for today.” She thought she knew. He watched her. He saw her trim figure. She wear a modest but tight skirt and lightweight blouse. Charles saw her sexy perky boobs. He didn’t see her aroused nipples but she felt them and thought he might see them through her light weight blouse. She was worried he might be thinking something bad. She was worried he might be thinking something naughty. He was a nice boy.

He was handsome enough. She liked him. He was a good, good person. Walking towards him to see him out he leaned down to pick up his bag. He stood up and she was staring him in the eye. “You nice Charles. I like you. I glad you my student. We learn Russian. I teach you all you need to know” and she nodded her head, smiled gently and patted his arm to reinforce her faith towards him learning the language.Walking out he realized he left some pens on her table plus he saw his note book wasn’t inside his bag either. He turned around. Walking back to the house he noticed she was looking out her curtains. “Why’s she doing that” he wondered.

Her head quickly disappeared from between the curtains. She rushed to kneel on the floor as though she was drying up the water. He knocked and she knew it was him so she said to come inside. Looking up she asked what he was coming back for. He told her why. She looked to the table. He walked towards it too. She stood up. She walked up to him.“Charles need anything else” she asked. She looked towards her computer. He saw where her head turned. He found that strange. He thought it was very odd. She turned back towards him. She discovered he saw her looking at it. Ms. Marla blushed. Her eyes turned down to the floor. She was ashamed. He knew she wanted to watch the video again.

“Why did she go through the whole process she went through” he wondered. He looked at her computer then at her. “Ms. Marla” he began saying. “I think that stuff you saw” looking over at her computer “well I think that stuff is common place. I think if you want to see it you will find it all the time. I better go now. I will see you in two days” he told her. She didn’t see him off. She gazed at her computer. She watched the door close behind him, but quickly turned her attention to her computer again. She walked towards it and sat down. Two days later he knocked on her door. She answered it in an entirely different mood.

Upbeat and outgoing she was unusually elated to see her student. She even dressed a little differently too. In a typical lightweight blouse, to her it was new. To him it was just another blouse but he hadn’t seen it before. She felt elegant in it. From nowhere she heard him say “Is that new? It’s a nice blouse if it is.” He was being polite. She was intrigued and overjoyed by the compliment. She quickly turned wearing a robust smile and looking him straight in the face told him thank you. “What’s up with her” he asked himself. “Something’s going on.”“Sit Charles... here by computer. We learn new things today. Is Charles ready” she asked. Seated and comfortable he told her he was. “We look at new program. It help Charles learn new things. Ms. Marla excited. We work hard. We work close on it” she told him. “Charles control mouse. I show things for Charles. There click that” she told him. Looking at her just before he did she was smiling but her eyes were a little lit up. She had an unusual look to her. He wasn’t sure why but he clicked it. Nothing happened so he clicked again.

Again nothing happened. “Hmmm instructions say to just click. You wait here. I come back.” She stood up, walked into kitchen, double checked herself in a mirror, and put on a little touch of perfume. Just as she exited she undid one more button. A hint of cleavage appeared. “I hope Charles like me” she told herself as she checked her hair and attire.Walking out he couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t opening. Seeing him trying still she said “Ms. Marla know why. I make mistake. Let Ms. Marla sit there. Charles sit next to me and watch.” He saw her. He noticed something slightly different. His eyes focused on her trying to figure out why. Then he smelled the aroma. Charles cocked his head. It was then he noticed her blouse. It was undone one more button. He looked at Ms. Marla. She didn’t look his way. Maneuvering through her computer with the mouse she tried to act cool as a cucumber. She heard him sniff the air. He sniffed it again. Not facing him and looking directly at the computer she smirked without letting him see.He sniffed again. She clicked another icon.

Suddenly several pages popped up unexpectedly. One by one x-rated porn began popping up uncontrollably. She thought she had programmed it correctly. She didn’t. Before her every eyes about 13 pages of never ending video of women having hard core sex with younger men appeared before them. Immediately she tried closing out windows. She behaved as though she was ashamed. She was a little ashamed but it was her intent to pull up only one hard core page of older attractive women being seduced by younger men such as Charles’ age. Finally reduced to two pages Ms. Marla apologized profusely. Charles was not shocked and was not put out whatsoever. She looked at him. Charles looked at her. Charles looked at her blouse. He looked back at her.“Ummm did you mean... umm to do that on purpose mam” he asked. “I mean it didn’t upset me if you did” he told her.

“It was kind of cool” he said. “I mean don’t get the wrong idea. I wouldn’t ever think that you and I would... well I wouldn’t want you to think I’d ever try something like that mam. No I wouldn’t.” “That is good Charles” she said smiling. She paused and looked into his eyes. He was curious why she was looking at him. “Does Charles think Ms. Marla is attractive woman” she asked. “I think Charles is handsome young man” she told him and placed her hand along his thigh. She looked down at her hand. He looked down towards it too. Charles looked up at her. She was smiling right at him.

“Does Charles desire feeling Ms. Marla.? I know I feel good to Charles if you like to touch me.”Charles gulped and looked at her hand on his lap again. Slowly his eyes moved forward towards her waist, passed her trim tummy stopping to gaze where her boobs lie underneath her blouse. “Does Charles care to feel Ms. Marla” she asked in a quiet gentle voice.He shook his head yes. “I happy too Charles now here feel Ms. Marla’s tits” and she undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse pulling it back some so he could see her boobs. Not quite that large, Charles didn’t seem to care at all. He took no time reaching towards them so he could feel her tits. “Oooooohh Charles mmmmm Ms. Marla love how you touch me” she said in a seductive tone. “Mmmmmm Charles, keep feeling me please. I love how you feel my boobs” she told him in a soothing voice. “Yes ohhhh yes yesss mmmm keep touching them; keep feeling Ms. Marla like that mmmmm ohhhhh ahhhh.” “Ohhhh crap” Charles shouted suddenly. He had a boner shortly after touching Ms. Marla’s boobs. “Ohhh my god” he said again! He had one hand on his crotch rubbing his cock and the other on her tits squeezing them affectionately.

“Charles wait one moment” she said. “I be back right away” and she stood up and began walking away. He asked where she was going. “I be back you just sit and wait” she told him waving at him.He was hard and totally turned on by his cute teacher. She was perfect to him. While waiting he turned his attention to the monitor. The couple were into it heavily. Half undressed she allowed her young friend to feel her, grab her, or even kiss her anywhere he pleased. Still wearing her skirt but with her blouse off and bra on the young man in the video ruthlessly applied his trade for her pleasure. Moaning and cooing she arched her back as he kissed further and further up her stomach reaching the mature woman’s bra and bosoms. Crying out he listened while she pleaded with him to suck her flesh around her cleavage. She cried out telling him to kiss her tits even though she wore a bra. She cried out as he kissed around them on his way up towards her neck! Kissing it he then kissed her cheeks before they eventually locked lips for the very first time. His eyes were affixed to the monitor. He watched the two kissing heatedly as they rolled left and right on her bed.

As he watched it he grabbed his cock while rocking forward. His eyes did not move off the screen. He squeezed himself harder and harder. Jonathan moaned louder and louder “Jonathan come Jonathan” he heard. He looked up suddenly. He looked around. He saw nothing. She called out again. It was an endearing tone. “Please come now Jonathan” he heard again. That time it was a desperate tone. He stood up, but still gazed at the video. He looked around for her and saw nothing. He looked at the two in the video. He stared at it a little more. He rubbed his hardened cock more intensely. “Jonathan ohhh please come here now” she pleaded. He paused the video. He walked briskly towards Ms. Marla. “Ohhhhh shit” he said aloud. “Ohhh my...” he said. His mouth was wide open! Inside her bedroom Ms. Marla wore a short silk robe. It was dark. It was tied closed.

He looked at her from top to bottom. She even had spectacular legs. He moaned and closed his eyes. She smiled warmly. She knew what it meant. He liked what he saw. She knew it meant she was sexy enough. She was even prettier then he imagined she could be. He gazed upon her trim beauty. Even her thighs were nicely developed. Everything about the woman suggested what the video showed him. She was a good fuck! He was the best fuck she was going to get! Both agreed to that! Standing in her room and settled in adorning her short thigh high silk robe Ms. Marla yearned for the touch of her young student against her warm trim frame. Each looked the other over. In a quiet voice she asked “Would Charles care to take off his shirt... for Ms. Marla?” Looking at her stunning and suddenly sexy figure his eyes were agape. All he did was shake his head yes. She smiled warmly as her eyes began glistening. He did notice she wore a bra and panties underneath, but didn’t say a thing about them. He only stared at her curvy trim physique. He took his shirt off and held it in his hand at his side. Still he gazed at her figure while holding his t-shirt.

“Charles has nice chest” she said. “Ms. Marla feels it is sexy.” Finally she caught his attention. He looked into her beautiful face. Her eyes seemed adorable to him. Her cheeks were sensuous and appealing. Her lips, modest by most standards had an engaging appearance and suddenly he yearned to kiss them.He stared at her lips attentively. They suddenly seemed erotic and he wished to taste them with his own lips. She noticed he was focusing on them and smiled. She stepped closer. He looked into her eyes. Ms. Marla stretched out her hand signaling him to step closer as well. He stepped within a foot or two of her. He felt the intense energy flowing between them both. She waited for him to feel her again as she tried being patient. Her eyes closed. She felt an intense urge to grab at him and kiss his body, feel his chest and grab at him all over. Finally her eyes opened and she saw Charles smiling.“You are... gorgeous Ms. Marla. I am...” and his eyes closed as he continued to tell her “horny and I want you badly. I want to... have sex with you!” “Then Ms. Marla let Charles have sex with her. Make love with Ms. Marla. Charles make Ms. Marla horny too. I hurt” she said. “I hurt inside for Charles. I need Charles to have sex with me... please, please Charles please” she begged. He took her hand and laid it across his crotch and she felt his hardness and smiled. “Mmmm I love this” Charles “it make me burn all over for you. I want it... yes I want it lots Charles; lots and lots... and lots” she told him as her voice trailed off and her eyes closed again. She took that hand and placed it against her thin see through bra. Even though she still wore the lightweight dark robe and he couldn’t see her tits he could feel the pleasurable modest boobs underneath.

Charles tried studying them however he couldn’t see anything. He thought he could but she knew he couldn’t. She watched the wonderment pass over his face as he felt her fine humble sized tits.“They are nice yes” she asked.“Oh yes Ms. Marla they are nice. They are very nice... this is nice too. I love your boobies Ms. Marla. I love them I love them... oh yes I love them” he told her closing his eyes momentarily as he squeezed their wholesome beauty. “I love Charles’ chest. It is manly. It is strong. I desire to kiss it. I desire to have Charles’ chests” she said feeling his pecs. When she touched them he gasped for air. It aroused him deeply. “Ohhhhhh” she said then started saying something in her native Russian tongue. “Really you mean that” he asked referring to the sexual nature of what it was she said in her native tongue. Speaking again in her native tongue she confirmed it with a wink. Practically romancing her he walked her to the bed. Holding her face gently in his hands he looked into her eyes. Speaking romantically to her in Russian she smiled as he leaned in and kissed her lips passionately.

Wrapping her arms around his waist she loved how he tenderly but aggressively kissed her on the lips. He turned her on and she moaned as he kissed her but desired so much more.Before long the two were conversing in Russian as best as they could. It was erotic to him as well as her since he was able to converse with her. Knowing she had taught him well and they were able to converse in a difficult language made for a much more exhilarating love affair that afternoon. Looking down at her shoulders and snooping inside her short robe he saw the boobs as they settled inside her bra. She smiled while he gazed upon them. Not speaking she watched as he slowly untied it. His eyes grew large as her curvy trim figure unfolded before him. Her smile grew bigger as his eyes grew larger.“Chares finds me sexy no” she asked in her native tongue. “Yes Ms. Marla is very sexy” he replied in Russian.“I find Charles even sexier because you speak Russian very well now” she told him in Russian. “You make me hornier and hornier.” Everything from that point on was said in Russian.

She told him to do as he pleased. She told him to feel her tits, take off her bra, gaze upon her boobs and kiss them or even suck them as hard as he was able to. She told him she needed it. She told him she yearned for the touch of him, his hands and tongue against her bosoms. She moaned regardless of how he felt her. Her head or back would arch in pleasure as he first caressed them then he began sucking her modestly sized tits. It was erogenous and she grew increasingly turned on by the younger inexperienced man.Pushing him back against her bed she forced him to sit down. With her robe open and her bra off, she knelt over one of his legs. With one leg pushed into his crotch, she felt his raging hard manliness rubbing against her thigh. Every movement across her thigh aroused her all the more. “Ohhhhh god this is beautiful. Ohhh you are so sexy. I love Charles cock. IT is hard. It is awesome. It is so manly like Charles is manly” she cried out.

“Touch me, feel me Charles” and he told himself he was doing that.So intense was their sexual involvement that Charles began almost chewing her tits away from her body. He was so intense about it that she screamed in pain but loved it all the same. “Ohhh god yes yesss Charles... more yes more yess” she cried out repeatedly as she pushed herself against his face so she could experience more of him. His mouth quickly moved down over her flat trim tummy as it licked and sucked her flesh. “Ohhhh yes ohhhh god yes you are so great Charles” she continued crying out in Russian. Her speaking in her native tongue to him was almost like an aphrodisiac. It only attracted him to her more. Suddenly she pushed him back. Flat on his back with his legs hanging off the bed he moaned while she smiled and quickly started unbuckling his belt. Without delay she undid his jeans. He smiled but felt the hardened raging cock anxiously waiting for her to do something!

He hoped she would grab it and squeeze it tightly eventually jacking him off! He never thought the two might have sex. He didn’t care at that point. She was sexy and being with her like he was happened to be cool enough.Having pulled down his jeans and taking off his shoes and socks, he lay on her bed with only his underwear on. She looked at them and smiled. There was his boner and her hand slithered over it pleasurably.“Fuck yeah do that again” he told her in English. She looked up. She told him to only speak in Russian so he did. “Ohhh Fuck” he told her in Russian “suck my cock please!” “Mmmmmm it is my pleasure to suck Charles’ cock. Ahhhh yes I want Charles’ cock badly! I want it very much” she said passionately and rubbed his underwear again. He kept moaning and begging her and she finally gave in but first she bent over to kiss his lips and then took off her panties. Running them across his chest and cheeks she smiled and held them to her face. Sniffing them she told him they were fresh and he should sniff them too. She put them against his nose and he did as she suggested.

The aroma was that of fresh flowers and he smelled them several times.“Charles like Ms. Marla’s panties” she asked. He nodded his head yes. “You keep them for your personal pleasures then Charles” she told him. Finally she took his underwear off but she sniffed them too and winked. “Mmmmm I keep these and you wear my panties home instead. Does that sound fun” she asked. They laughed and she looked at his cock. He was ready to hold it himself but she brushed his hands aside and took hold of it herself.Stroking it gently she asked him softly how he liked it. He moaned quietly and it answered her question. All of a sudden she leaned over and began tasting and sucking it off.

He groaned and cried out even louder as she looked up and smiled.Slowly she’d go down it. Slowly she’d come off it. Slowly she’d repeat herself making Charles crazier and hornier then he ever was in his life. Never had he experienced something as erotic as this. A woman almost twice his age offering herself to him was inconceivable. Nevertheless she was sexier then any girl he had ever been with. He had just begun to enjoy the experience as her lips and mouth provided him with some of the true pleasures in life.Licking the shaft her tongue curled around the raging hardness. He shifted left and right excitedly. He began pumping his hips somewhat against her face. He heard her gag when she went down on it. She loved it as she continued sucking it longer. She sucked it harder and she sucked it faster.

Shifting and humping while moaning and groaning turned into an intense affair between them. She was horny herself and started clawing at his upper body while sucking his cock. She couldn’t stand it any longer and stood up, took off her robe and turned herself around. Shoving her hot wet cunt down into his face she commanded him to lick her pussy aggressively while she continued licking or sucking his stiffness.At that point each knew that wasn’t enough; they knew they needed more. Neither was able to hold out any longer and briefly snuggled before she asked him nicely to go in her and make her orgasm.Spreading apart her legs he looked her over. Her trim sexy figure was that of a goddess he told her. She smiled and told him she wasn’t but thanked him. Her boobs were beautiful and perky while her nipples firmly stood at attention. Hard and unwavering they were attribute to his sexiness as far as she was concerned. He started humping her slowly. It was the way she wished it to be. Feeling is force push deep inside her was pleasurable and she directed him how to fuck her the correct way. “Not too fast, but never too slow Charles” she said.He tried to pace himself and watch her reactions as he she rocked her head or body left and right initially.

Playing with her clit she started humping in unison with him. Faster and faster she humped and as she did he’d fuck her harder back. The cried began to fill her room and soon out into the remainder of the house. The bed was shaking and their bodies were quivering as her cunt and his cock soon filled with the orgasmic fluids successfully supplied for one sexual adventure he’d remember the rest if his life. “Fuck me...ohhhh fuck me harder Charles! Yes yesss yesssssss Charles you are so great” she cried out. “Yes so great so good so special Charles” she exclaimed! “Ohh ahhhh yes yess ohhh ooooohhh eeeeh that’s good! You good too” she continued to scream. Panting and huffing her perky tits danced all over while she praised her young lover as he pounded her passionately. “Ohhhh my fucking god is this great” he told her. “You’re great and I can’t believe I... I can’t believe you find me so... so damn sexy like you do” he shouted again in Russian. “Ohhh I do I dooooo Charles I want to show you... Ohhhhhhhh myyyy god yesssss” she shouted and suddenly Ms. Marla began climaxing!Shrieking and crying out how incredible Charles was he started cumming too! Never had he ever cummed like he did with his teacher. She was unusual and sexy and he benefited from following all of her instructions. He dropped on top of her after they had orgasmed. It was good and both agreed they loved every last moment. Snuggling against each other she played with his chest but more importantly she played with his spent cock. He loved how her fingers felt as they daintily trickled across it. She was gentle and loving. He lay in amazement as he thought about the fact that he just had sex with his personalized teacher.

Best yet was they had sex speaking almost only in Russian. To her it was a huge turn on and to him if it worked all the better. While lying with one another naked on the bed she looked him in the eye and smiled. He smiled back.“You’re not going to feel bad now and run off are you” she asked in Russian. He told her no he wouldn’t. He told her that was uncool. He didn’t want her to think bad of him. “I wouldn’t think bad of you ever. You too sweet, too sexy and you are Charles... you are my man now” she told him. In English she said “You turn Ms. Marla on. I get horny when think of Charles. I like getting horny. Is okay with Charles I get horny?” “Yes” is all he said. “I like it when you lick and suck me. I loved it when we had sex” he told her in Russian.

“Good we do soon” she said with a smile. “We do very soon.”“Hey Ms. Marla... can we go and watch that video again” he asked.She got up, pulled him up and they walked to the other room completely naked and sat down to watch it. They had a lot of fun watching it again... and others similar to it between having sex again.“Do I come here at another time to watch or...” he began asking her.“No I schedule so I have lots of time for you. I want much time with Charles now” she said as she kissed his cheek.
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