Carnal Knowledge Experts Converge

Carnal Knowledge Experts Converge

THE BEST EDUCATORS SEEK MORE KNOWLEDGE AT A SO-CAL RESORT. By VancouverFun [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6242588&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/CarnalKnowledgeExpertsConverge.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. image [https://64.media.tumblr.com/d0f1beffb52de3224e67b37df4d46cf3/f383c4751a3112ae-bb/s640x960/0b3377ae931171ead2beb93c355f37614d479b3b.jpg] Every February, I attend a teachers conference in San Diego. It is always nice to escape the grey rainy days in the Northwest and refresh with a little California sun and blue skies. I have been attending this particular conference for many years, so I have lots of fun catching up with friends and going out for lots of fun group dinners. The conference is small with only 150 people, so you get to meet a lot of them across the three days of the conference. I had seen Liz over the years at the conference, but never talked to her. I learned in a session last year that she teaches Kinesiology at a college in Wisconsin. This makes sense since she looks extremely fit. She is 5'6" and has a beautiful curvy body with a large set of breasts that always look like they are trying to bust out of anything she is wearing. I would find out later those DD breasts are even more beautiful up close. I had noticed her a lot over the years and tried to not stare too much, but it was hard to take my eyes off her and her smoking hot body. She always attended the conference with her friend Suzy in tow and that meant I never really got the chance to talk to her till this year. This year, I added one day to my conference stay to relax and get some sun around the pool. The conference hotel is in Mission Valley just outside San Diego and is in a beautiful setting. The conference wound down mid-day on Friday and most people either flew home that afternoon or the next morning. Poolside Possibilities. By Saturday morning, the hotel was pretty deserted. I got my book and sunscreen and headed down to the pool after breakfast. It was a beautiful Southern California day - temperatures were in the low 80’s with a bright blue sky, and not a cloud anywhere to be seen - unlike back home. No one else was by the pool. I found a lounge chair, sun screened up, and dozed in the sun only to be awoken by a woman’s voice asking me if she could use the lounge chair next to mine. “Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked. “Sure, be my guest,” I replied groggily. When I finally got myself woken up and recognized it was Liz. “Oh, hi, you were at the conference weren’t you?” I asked. “Yes, my name is Liz” she replied. “Hi, I’m Jim” “I knew your name because you gave the opening plenary talk last year,” Liz added smiling. We both talked about how quiet the hotel was and how we both thought it was a great plan to spend one extra day by the pool in the sun before going back home to our respective winters. We chatted about winters at home and our summer passions. It turned out that we both loved the outdoors. Liz told me stories of spending her summers canoe tripping in Northern Michigan and I told her about my summer trips backpacking in the mountains of western Canada. She announced she was going to work on her tan a bit and removed her wrap to reveal a very skimpy white bikini. I said earlier that her breasts always looked like they were trying to bust out of whatever she was wearing - this bikini had impossibly tiny white triangles of fabric that barely covered her areolas and the strings holding everything in place looked like they were straining from the load. I tried not to stare, but it was really hard not to. She smiled when she caught me a few times staring for a bit too long, and said, “I usually don’t wear a bikini this skimpy in public, but thought no one else would be out here at the pool so early,” I smiled and thought, lucky me. She turned onto her back revealing a thong bikini that disappeared between her beautiful butt cheeks. She handed me a bottle of sunscreen. “Do you mind putting some on me? I don’t want to burn” I tried my best to not to jump to my feet. I got up and went over to her chair and started to put sunscreen on her shoulders and arms, moving down across her back. Then I started to put sunscreen on her legs, working up from her ankle towards her wonderful looking butt cheeks. As I got higher, I wasn’t sure what to do and stopped short at the top of her legs and asked if she wanted more on. “You missed my ass, I especially don’t want to burn there” With this permission, I squirted some sunscreen and my hands and gently rubbed her cheeks all over. Eventually I was more concentrating on how great her ass felt then putting sunscreen on. “That feels really good, make sure you get everywhere” I redoubled my efforts and was now really grabbing and massaging her ass. She arched her hips a bit and was pushing her ass towards my hands and began to squirm a bit. She announced “that feels so great, but I am overheating a bit, and am going to take a quick dip in the pool” I put the sunscreen down and sat back down in my chair. I wasn’t going swimming with my stiff cock now making a tent out of my surf shorts. I thought I would just sit there awhile with a towel hiding my erection. She got up and slid into the pool and swam a few laps then propped herself up on the edge and asked if I wanted to join her. “Maybe later” I replied. I did want to join her, but my erection was now in full force - I wasn’t getting out of this chair anytime soon, since a few other people were now lying around the pool. She swam a few more laps. She swam to the edge and pushed herself up onto the deck. What a sight, her tiny white bikini was almost transparent when wet. Her areolas and nipples stood out proudly and you could clearly see her pussy lips through her now transparent thong. She walked over and sat back down and toweled off and put her wrap back on. “You look like you workout,” she asked me - a bit like a question. “Yes, at home I work out at the gym at least a couple of times week,” I replied. “I am going to the gym later, do you want to join me?” she said smiling. “Sure, when do you want to meet?” I asked. “How about we meet in the gym at 2?” she replied. “I will see you then,” I said, trying not to smile too much. She got her stuff and disappeared into the hotel. Getting Worked Up Promptly at 2 I headed down to the gym. She was already there working on one of the weight machines. The place felt deserted except for us. “Hi Liz, I see you started without me,” I said, smiling and pretending to put on a bit of a pouty face. “Very funny, I just started, this is my first set,” she replied smiling. We both dropped into our routines and worked our way around the weight room. After 45 minutes she announced it was time to stretch and got a mat and began to stretch. What a sight. She had a tight pair black yoga pants on that showed off her wonderful ass and let you almost see the shape of her pussy lips. The outfit was completed with a tight jog bra that showed lots of cleavage. I got myself a mat and sat down beside her and began to stretch myself. After a few minutes she asked if I could help her stretch. “I would love to,” probably sounding a bit too eager. We arranged our mats side by side and she got us facing each other, with our legs wide open, feet touching, and holding each other’s hands. She would gently pull me forward, then I would gently pull her forward. Every time she pulled me forward, I would get closer to those beautiful pussy lips pressing through her tights. I would swear I could almost smell that wonderful musk of an aroused woman. Every time I pulled her forward, I would take a nice long look down her top at those wonderful breasts. We did this for a couple of minutes until she let out a little shriek then clutched her left thigh. “Ouch, my thigh is cramping!” she said. “What do you want me to do?” I asked quickly. She motioned to massage her left inner thigh. I got on my knees and started to massage her thigh. “Oh, that’s better, please keep doing that, it’s still very close to cramping again” she pleaded. I massaged her thigh and was slowly working up her inner thigh. At first, I stopped at the top of her thigh just short of touching her pussy. But she kept asking for higher and higher please. I tentatively stroked the crease at the top of her inner thigh where it meets her pussy. “Please keep going,” she said. With that permission, I gently let the back of my hand rub up and down her pussy a few times as I massaged her upper thigh and then I stopped and waited. “Your hand on my pussy feels great, please don’t stop now’” she pleaded With that permission,, I started to gently rub up and down her lycra covered pussy with my fingers. She started to squirm a bit and began pushing her pussy against my fingers. I could even feel her clit through her tights. I started stroking circles around her clit and then began to softly wiggle her clit back and forth with my finger. She was getting so aroused and grabbed my hand and started to grind it on her pussy. Her pace picked up and she eventually arched her back and shuddered into a very intense orgasm. She had her eyes closed and was jaggedly breathing as she recovered from her orgasm. I leaned in and nuzzled my face against her lycra covered pussy and gave it a kiss. She finally opened her eyes and said “thanks, I needed that”. Then she pushed her hand inside her tights and pushed a finger into herself. She pulled her finger out and reached out and proceeded to push her very wet finger into my mouth. I greedily sucked on her finger and could taste her wonderful pussy juice. She started to get up and leaned in for a slow kiss and said “why don’t you come back to my room for a shower”. Hitting The Showers We left the weight room and headed to the elevator. As we approached the elevator Liz told me, “My room is on the third floor”. My head was spinning with all the possibilities of what was about to happen. But, I wasn’t lost in thought for long. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Liz pounced, pushing me roughly against the wall and giving me a deep passionate kiss. As the kisses grew more intense she started rubbing my cock through my shorts. With a ding, the elevator doors opened and we broke our embrace and I stumbled along following her to her room. She paused at the door and turned and gave me a gentle kiss and announced, “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you give that plenary last year”. She got the door open and we were quickly in her room deeply kissing and pawing at each other. Bathing suits were quickly gone and she grabbed onto my cock as we kissed. I started to play with her beautiful breasts. She broke the embrace and suggested we continue in the shower. She led me into the bathroom by hanging onto my now raging hard-on. We got in the shower and continued to kiss and soap up each other. She reached down and soaped up my cock which was standing straight out at this point. “My cock might need lots of soap and washing,” I announced hopefully. She took my words to heart and began to frantically soap up and stroke my cock. After a couple of minutes she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. The warm water from the shower, her warm mouth around my cock - I was in heaven. She began to furiously suck my cock, bobbing her head up and down, and periodically taking me deep into her mouth. I pleaded for her to stop or I would cum right there. With that she stood back up and we kissed again and I began soaping up her beautiful breasts. “I better make sure these are really clean,” I happily announced. I spent lots of time and attention on stroking her breasts and playing with her nipples. After a few minutes, she started to grind her pussy against my thigh. Which I took as a sign that her pussy wanted some attention. I soaped up my hand and traced the edges of her pussy lips a few times before sliding one finger into her. She immediately grabbed my hand and held on tight, keeping my finger inside her. I could feel the swell of her G spot inside her pussy and began to gently stroke it as it began to swell up even more. She was starting to grind on my hand and asked, “Can you fuck me now, please, I need to feel you inside me”. She turned around, braced herself against the shower wall and pressed her ass against my crotch as I guided my very hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. I paused once I was inside her and then I started to slowly move in and out of her. Our pace picked up and got more frantic. I reached around and began to gently massage her clit as we pounded away. Me pushing deep into her as she pushed back to meet my thrusts. We pounded and thrusted for a few minutes then she stiffened up and really pushed back on me as she cried out as a shuddering, shaking orgasm overcame her. I held her tight as we savoured the moment. Hit The Sack She turned and gave me a kiss and said, “Let’s get dried off and into bed”. Once in the bed, she flopped onto her back, spread her legs, reached down and spread the beautiful lips of her glistening pussy, and looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I want you to taste me”. I dove right in. Kissing and nibbling on her outer lips and then using my whole tongue to lick slowly up and down her pussy. She was sounding very happy and eventually grabbed my head and held it firmly to her pussy. I switched to using just the tip of my tongue to circle her clit and every once and a while would pause and pull away so she could just feel my hot breath on her pussy, this would never go on for long as she would again grab my head and push my willing tongue against her clit. “You are such a tease, it is driving me crazy,” she said. As I licked her clit, I gently inserted one finger and began to massage her G spot. I could easily feel how swollen it was. With my tongue and finger working her over, she began to squirm and writhe around. Her breath quickened and became more jagged. Eventually she closed her eyes and drew in a big breath and grabbed my head pressing in even more firmly against her pussy. She began to shake with her legs firmly clamped around my head and rolled side to side as the orgasm overtook her, all the while she hung onto my head and firmly pushed it between her legs. Then she went totally still, her pussy convulsed and gripped my finger tightly, and she began squirting covering my face and shoulders with her wonderful pussy juices. The bed was soaked. She eventually opened her eyes as she caught her breath - smiled and said, “Wow, I haven’t had an orgasm that good in quite a while”. She rose up and kissed and licked my face, still wet from all that squirting. “I think it is time for me to return the favor,” she announced. With that pushed me onto my back and began kissing down my chest; and more. Much more. A Year Later I was very pleased to see Liz’s name on the attendees list for this year’s teaching conference. I spotted her on the first day as everyone was headed to lunch. I waved and she came straight over and gave me a nice big hug and introduced me to her friend Suzy. The three of us had lunch together making small talk but Liz and I steered clear of any mention of our great encounter last year the day after the conference. It turned out neither Liz and I were staying for that extra day this year. You always wonder a year later if hooking up again is a possibility. People’s lives change and sometimes the moment is gone. Especially with Suzy around I assumed that Liz and I would have to lay low for this year. At the end of the day, there was a small crowd waiting at the elevators to go back up to the rooms before dinner. Liz and Suzy were at the back of the group when I walked up. Liz asked, “Do you want to come by our room for a drink before dinner?” “Sure - what time are you thinking?” I replied. “Can you come by at 5:30? Then we will have lots of time to catch up before dinner” “OK - see you then,” I replied. I went back to my room and had a quick shower and headed down to their room. I knocked on their cracked open door and waited but no one answered. I knocked again a little harder and heard a voice say, “Come on in.” Threesome Treat I opened the door and was very surprised to see Liz busy between Suzy legs eating her out on the bed. Suzy was busy squirming and moaning as Liz’s talented tongue played with her pussy. What a sight - Liz in just her panties and Suzy totally naked. Suzy is a beautiful redhead with white porcelain-like skin. She was tall with a massive set of boobs that almost makes her look top heavy. Liz’s amazing DD breasts that were hanging free and swaying as she licked Suzy’s pussy. Liz turned her head towards me and smiled and said “I was hoping you could join us, isn’t that right Suzy” Suzy murmured “yes” with her eyes closed, obviously enjoying what Liz was doing to her. I quickly shed my clothes and joined Liz between Suzy legs and began kissing Suzy’s inner thighs as Liz continued to eat her out. I kissed my way up Suzy’s inner thighs and Liz turned her head then gave me a deep long kiss then motioned for me to continue to lick Suzy’s pussy. Suzy’s pussy was - oh so wet. Liz and I alternated who was licking Suzy’s pussy for a few minutes, then Liz moved up and began kissing Suzy’s breasts and swirling her tongue around her nipples. Suzy was moaning quite loudly by now and grabbing at my head as she neared an orgasm. I really wanted to kiss Suzy at this point and replaced my tongue with my hand and moved up and joined Liz kissing Suzy’s breasts and then I moved up some more and gave Suzy a first kiss. Our lips barely touched as I gave her a slow gentle kiss. We looked at each other and I said smiling, “Hi Suzy, I’m Jim”. Then we dove into deeper, more passionate kisses. Her tongue was swirling around in my mouth when I felt Liz’s hand close around my cock. “I think we should say hello to Jim properly, don’t you think so Suzy?,” Liz announced. Suzy was a bit lost in her arousal, but managed a nod yes. With that they pushed me onto my back and both alternated kissing me deeply. It was quite the feeling with their four hands stroking me all over - my arms, my chest, my legs and especially my cock. They alternated who was kissing me and then both started to kiss down my chest. They both paused to give some attention to my nipples. Eventually they continued down across my stomach and eventually started licking up and down both sides of my now very hard cock. I was squirming a bit from all the attention, and it only got worse when Suzy wrapped her beautiful red lips around my cock. She took me deeply into her mouth, almost swallowing the whole length of my cock. What a feeling. After a few minutes of Suzy bobbing up and down on my cock with her mouth, it was Liz’s turn. Suzy let my cock pop out of her mouth then grabbed my cock and pointed towards Liz’s open mouth. Liz slowly took my cock deep into her mouth. Suzy grabbed the back of Liz’s head and began to roughly push her head up and down on my cock - a little deeper each time - eventually Liz had the whole length of my cock in her mouth and I just couldn’t take that anymore. I erupted filling Liz’s mouth with cum. The whole time I was cumming she was looking up at m

Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 2

ANNIE REJECTS HER SHAME: PART 2 ANNIE CONTINUES TO PURSUE HER NEWFOUND ADDICTION TO COCK WITH A PASSION. Based on a post by spr1987 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6107369&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast  [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/AnnieRejectsHerShame2.mp3]at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/AnnieRejectsHerShame2.jpg] I can't believe it was only two weeks ago that I experienced my first real cock. And what a cock it was. If you are interested, read about it in Annie's Addiction. After that fateful night, I vowed to learn as much as I could about the allusive cock and what it could do to me and for me. And learn I did. in fact, these past couple of weeks have been quite the learning experience. I learned three important lessons. 1. The big muscular guy in my Chemistry class did Not have as large a cock as I thought a guy that size would have. 2. The black guy on the floor above me in my dorm proved that not all black guys have large cocks. 3. When you are a relatively attractive woman with a great rack, you don't have to try very hard to get cock. That third lesson is by far the most important one that I learned, L O L. It is also the lesson which started me on the path to see just how many cocks I could sample. My goal in three words, All Of Them. I know I can't try all of them, L O L. But a girl can dream. Can't she? And right now, I am dreaming about that hunky blonde guy across the bar, sitting at a table with two friends. Well, to be completely honest, I am dreaming about the guy and his two friends. My God, did I just think that? Could I do that? Would I do that? Hmm, these are all good questions. I guess the only way to find out is to try. "There is no try, only do or do not." Get out of my head Yoda!!! Looking down at my 36 F tits, which are looking amazing in this top, while being pushed up and out by and equally amazing bra, I think, "Yes, the force is Definitely with me." This thought has me smiling like the Cheshire Cat, as I walk over to my possible party of three. As I get closer, I start to wonder if I can actually go through with this. How does one go about asking a group of guys if they want to share me like an order of hot wings? Ouch, probably not a good analogy. I can only imagine the burn if I got hot sauce in my cootchie. However, I do wonder how yummy a cock would taste with some Buffalo sauce on it? Stop thinking Annie!!! Keep your mind on the prize, prizes, three cocks, no waiting. The hunky guy that I have been trading glances with for the last half hour, is watching me like a hawk, the whole way over. His knowing grin has me a bit distracted. He clearly is a guy that has never had a problem picking up girls, and this is definitely not the first time a girl has made the first move and approached him. That fucking grin is sort of pissing me off a little and is probably what makes me change my approach tactic and lean into a very possibly disastrous course of action. "Hi, I'm Annie, the girl you are going home with tonight," I say, as I throw my hand out for him to shake. He stands there stunned, looking from my hand to my face and back down to my hand. I smile to myself, that I am able to throw him off his stud game. Finally, he is able to recover his composure, and he takes my hand, telling me, "Nice to meet you. I am James, the guy who is going to rock your world." "Damn, I love and hate this guy's confidence," I think to myself, as I smile and jump up on the empty stool at their table. As I mount the stool, I ensure that my short skirt flips up just enough that the guys across from me can easily see the tops of my thigh high stockings and the straps of my black lace garter. James introduces his two friends, Dave and Charles, then the three of them spend about 15 minutes telling my boobs all about themselves and what they are majoring in. I guess it's my own fault. I did dress with the intent of presenting them, so to speak. Of the three of them, Charles is by far the most obvious about staring at my chest. Of course, as I start thinking more about them staring at my tits, the more I am getting excited about it. Of course, my damned nipples respond in the way they always do. I actually see Charles' eyes get wide with surprise, as my nipples get Very hard and Very big in my tight, clingy top. Addressing the elephant in the room, I tell them all, "If you think they look big now, just wait until you see them with my bra off." The looks on their faces are priceless. I can see that I have shocked them, and that they are all a little embarrassed, feeling like they got busted (yes, pun intended) staring at my tits. I can also see that they are intrigued that I may seriously be offering to show them my girls. I wish I could blame my brazen slutty-ness on too much alcohol, but to be honest, I had been milking the same beer for quite a while. So, I am damn near stone cold sober, when I clarify, "Yes, you Can see them, you can feel them even, if you are interested." Deciding to go all in, I blurt out, "We can sit here all night and you can spend a lot of money buying me drinks, hoping One of you can take me home, or we can all just leave now and go someplace private, where All of you can take me home and help me fulfill a fantasy of mine." Obviously shocked, James asks, "Seriously? All of us? Right now?" Running my hand up to cup my left tit and tease the obviously hard nipple with my finger and thump, I ask them, "Do these nipples look like they lie?" Then I tell them, "The offers on the table, Take it now or I start looking for another group of hot guys, The night is still young. ," I tease, as I start to look around. They fall all over themselves grabbing their coats, as James hurries to the bar to settle the bill. I am not gonna lie, I am unsteady on my heels as I walk to the door between Charles and Dave. Seeing me teetering on my heels, they each reach an arm around me and hold me steady. I would say that this was a gentlemanly gesture, if each of them wasn't "accidentally" crowding my boobs with their hands. As the cool outside air hits my very hot and flushed face, I wonder, "What the Fuck are you doing Annie?" My fight or flight response is kicking in Hard. The hands now cupping each of my boobs, makes flight seem unlikely, and the size of these three men makes fighting, an equally unlikely option. Then I realize that the old expression is not complete, as most people know it. I realize that for me it is, fight or flight or fuck, and fuck sounds so much better than the other two options. We stop at the corner of the building and wait for James to catch up. I notice that there is an alley between the bar building and the one next door. I think it is one of those touristy gift shops. Well, who really cares? It is the dark scary alley that really interests me. On a whim, I suggest, "You know, we don't have to go all the way to your house, when we have such a nice, secluded alley right here," I say as I point down the alley. They all look at each other and the grins are infectious. Each clearly likes the idea of getting down to some nasty business right away. I think my feet actually lift off the ground as they whisk me into the darkness. I actually think those words "whisked into the darkness". I wonder if this is merely descriptive or metaphorical. Then I realize, "Who fucking cares?" To be honest, it is not completely black, here in the alley. In fact, right above where we stop, there is a bare light beaming down on me. It makes me feel like I am a stripper on the main stage with a spotlight on me. Going with that vibe, I start to sway my hips, which swings my skirt around my exposed legs, very sensually. To turn up the heat, I run my hands over my body suggestively, dancing to music only I can hear. Yes, in my head I am picturing Jamie Lee Curtis dancing in "True Lies". As If I could be half as sexy as she was. I must be doing a pretty good job though, because I look up and see three sets of eyes are Wide open and looking at me like they are starving, and I am a mouthwatering steak. Hmm, I sure hope they eat me like they are starving, To make sure that they have a Big appetite, I teasingly grab the hem of my top and shimmy it up my tight stomach, giving them repeated under-boob glimpses of my black lace bra. I love watching their eyes follow my top up and down, up and down, each time going just a little bit higher, each time promising more and more black lace encased boobs. Then with a quick flip up of my arms, I pull my top all the way up, exposing my impressive rack. This would have been incredible sexy, if my head hadn't gotten caught in my top, causing me to flail around blindly, trying to get the damn thing off. Thank God none of them laughed out loud, and they had the good sense to not be grinning like jackals, when I finally freed myself. Frustrated, I toss the top on the top of a closed dumpster. Trying to recover my dignity, Can one be dignified while stripping for a group of guys in a dirty alley? Well, let's assume one can, So, to recover my dignity, I turn my back to them and make a sexy show of unbuttoning my skirt and slowly, seductively lowering the zipper. It must be working because I hear one of them say "Fuck Yeah," when the back of my skirt opens, and the waist strap of my garter belt and the small triangle of my black lace thong reveal themselves. I wiggle my rather full round ass, as I pull the skirt open and peel it over my hips. After letting it hang there for a moment, just flashing them glimpses of the nicely visible gap between my thighs, I drop it, letting it fall to the dirty floor of the alley. Spreading my legs, I bend at the waist to pick my skirt up. The cool air on my wet thong strap causes Jolts of shivers to shoot from my rapidly swelling pussy lips and puckered ass hole Straight through my abdomen. "My God this is exciting. I could Definitely get hooked on this feeling," I think to myself. Then I think, "If this is what strippers feel when they are dancing for a crowd of guys, I definitely need to think about trying that." Turning around, I feel like my audience is getting antsy, so I suggest, "Maybe one of you can help me get this bra off." They actually shove each other as they each tries to get to me first. James, clearly the Alpha of this pack of wolves, asserts his right, and pulls me towards him. He actually slams me against his chest, as he reaches around to unclasp my bra. My God his chest is hard and muscled, and I may have leaked just a little right now, thinking about the sheer masculine dominance of this man taking what he wanted like that. While I am slightly stunned and lost in my momentary lust filled moment of submission, he steps back and releases my bra. The straps slide down my arms and the cups almost Pop off of my full tits. The feeling of the sudden cool air on my very hot and very sensitive nipples gives me electric shocks of pleasure, and if it is humanly possible, my nipples actually get harder and larger. Crossing my arms under them, I cup each of my tits with my hands, and hold them up for my adoring audience. I tease my nipples with my thumbs, as I wink at them and ask, "Well, are you just going to stare, or would you rather feel them for yourself? Maybe see how they taste?" I ask as I raise my right tit up until I can suck the nipple into my mouth. Still looking at them, I bite my nipple and Gasp, as I realize just how fucking great that feels right now, and how much I want to feel all of their hands and mouths and teeth on my tits and nipples. Charles, my boobs biggest fan from earlier, decides to make the first move. Apparently he is a Big fan of boobs in general and he Definitely knows his way around a pair of tits. He is a blur as his hands and mouth move over my tits and sensitive nipples. He is doing this suck and blow and suck and Bite thing to my nipple that actually makes me Scream out in pleasure. Yes, I actually came from him doing, whatever the Fuck that was, to my tits. I must have been lost in what Charles was doing, because I don't even remember James sliding my thong aside and slipping his fingers in my slippery pussy. He is full on finger fucking me, as he grabs my right hand and places it on his large and very exposed cock. "When did he get that out?" I wonder, just before I realize, "My God that thing is Big, It is such a hand full. I can't touch my palm with my fingers." I weigh it in my small hand and Squeeze around it. James must like this because he rewards me by fingering me faster and harder. Through blurry eyes, I look over at poor Dave, who is hesitant to join the party. With my free hand, I reach out and give him a come-hither motion with my finger. He is not stupid. He comes hither, L O L. I don't even wait for him to get his head in the game, I reach for his zipper and fumble it down and clumsily reach in to release his hound. I am pleased with what I find in his pants. "That dog will definitely hunt," I think as I pull his well above average cock out and stroke it to its fully hard size. I smile thinking that until a couple of weeks ago, I had never even seen a real cock. Now I have one in each hand, and they are quite impressively large. It is easy to say that these are the largest cocks I have ever felt, since I have felt a total of three, so far. My total is now five and there is still one more here to unwrap. Yes, I am thinking of them as presents I am unwrapping. With no more hands left to unwrap my final present, I wake Charles from his revery of my tits, and tell him, "Hey Charles, you seem to be the only one with no skin in the game, so to speak, Do you have something to hide? Small dick maybe?" Backing up, he tells me, "I'll show you a small dick you fucking whore". Then he proceeds to pull out a very nice sized cock. He is not as big as James, but definitely larger than Dave. He is definitely in the middle, between James and Dave, which makes me a bit jealous, because that is where I want to be, in the middle, between James and Dave, and Charles, Hmm, the possibilities. Snapping me out of my revery, Charles grabs a handful of my long auburn hair and twists my head to the side and then down, telling me, "Suck my cock bitch! Feel how "small" it is". The way he twists my head, makes me lose balance and the only reason I don't fall completely to the ground is because he is lowering me to my knees, by my hair. I am not sure why I never even thought about releasing my hands from James' and Dave's cocks, to stop my fall. I guess it is lucky for all of us, that I didn't rip their dicks off involuntarily. So, at least no cocks were hurt, in the making of this picture, Hmm, pictures, that would be fucking amazing to have this all on film. Oh well, next time maybe. So, here I am with a big cock staring me in the face, while I also have one in each hand. My official total is now six cocks. "Not bad," I think to myself, "I doubled my number in just one night." Apparently, I am taking too long thinking about my success, because Charles starts slapping his cock back and forth across my face. It actually feels like I am being hit with a soft club and it makes a nice solid Thud sound each time it hits my face. I am truly impressed by the sheer weight of the damn thing. As I open my mouth to say something clever about it, he shoves the big thick thing right into my mouth. I would say that I choked on my words, but I am pretty sure it was the thick cock, that pushed all the way in until it hit the soft spot in the back of my throat. And choke I did. He relentlessly keeps pushing his cock into my throat, even though he can clearly see that I am about to choke to death. I instinctively try to release the cocks in my hands, so that I can use my hands to prevent my imminent death by penis asphyxiation. However, James and Dave grab my hands with theirs and keep my hands on their respective dicks. "What the Fuck?" Did these guys choreograph this dance?" I think to myself, as I finally get control of my choking and can relax my mouth and throat enough to actually start to enjoy the feeling of Charles' cock. I even find a nice rhythm where I am bobbing on his cock, while stroking the other two. Charles suddenly pulls away. His cock pulls from my sucking mouth with an audible Pop. He looks down at me and tells me, "I want to feel those big ass tits around my cock." Then he grabs my tits and squishes them around his cock. I have to admit, it looks pretty fucking hot. I am fascinated as I watch him fuck his big cock up and down between my squashed together tits. I have seen this in porn videos before, but there is something mesmerizing seeing it done to me, feeling it being done to me. I realize that the "done to me" part is really increasing the arousal level of this for me. One guy is jerking himself off using my tits, while two other guys are basically using my hands to jerk themselves off. They are literally using me like a sex toy, and I am fucking Loving it. As icing on the cake of my depraved cake, Charles suddenly cums hard, spurting cum with such velocity and power that I feel it slapping against my lips and cheeks and yes, in my eye, and I can't even use my hands to wipe it out of my damned eye. It is at that moment that I discover something new about myself. Something about this whole experience makes me actually cum Screaming, without any penetration, whatsoever. Yes, James was finger fucking me earlier, but right now, the only real contact is my hands on their cocks, and one still squashed between my tits. This makes me wonder, "Is it the feeling of being used as a sex toy? Being just a thing for these guys to use to get off? Being degraded on my knees in a dark and dirty alley? Or is it just the feeling of cocks that gets me off?" I don't get to ponder this great mystery for long, as James grabs me by my ass, and lifts it up, so I am leaning forward, bent over. He kicks my feet apart and I realize, what James intends to do. I turn to look back at what he is doing, when Dave grabs my face and pulls it to face back to the front. There in front of me is little Dave, staring me in the face. This time, I don't need to be told what to do. I take it into my mouth and start to kiss and lick all over the head of his cock. At that same moment, I feel James push his cock right into me. It is a very good thing that he got me very wet finger fucking me before, and that I just had a very nice orgasm. Otherwise, his big thick cock pushing into me with no warning like that, would have made me scream, and not in a good way. As it is, he is really testing my limits. He is by far the biggest cock I have ever had inside me, and that includes my dildo, nicknamed The Terminator. That is a story for another time. I am not gonna lie, I really want to do a good job sucking Dave's cock, but what James is doing to my pussy with his cock, is taking almost all of my attention. He is so deep inside me that I feel like he is rearranging my organs, and he is so thick, I feel like my hips will crack, but in a good way. After getting more used to having that huge cock inside me, I start to feel like I will not break. He seems to feel me relax, because he starts driving into me faster and harder, like he wants to push his cock up through my throat, so he can knock cocks with Dave inside me. As I think this, I feel Dave picking up speed, as he begins hammering into my throat faster and harder. Maybe they are trying to meet in the middle? I had heard the term "spit roasted" before, but I didn't truly appreciate what that meant until right now. I actually feel like they are skewering me all the way through my body. As I start thinking that this is probably the most "used" I can feel. Charles surprises me by slapping my big heavy tits, which have been swinging under me, as I am being fucked between these other two men. He is standing over my back with a hand on each side of me, slapping my tits back and forth lik

Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 1

ANNIE REJECTS HER SHAME: PART 1. ANNIE FINALLY REJECTS HER ABSTINENT LIFE, AND FINDS HOW MUCH JOY A COCK CAN BRING HER. Based on a post by spr1987 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6107369&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast  [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/AnnieRejectsHerShame1.mp3]at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/AnnieRejectsHerShame1.jpg] Oh my God it feels so hot in my hand; and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?   These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking; so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?   First, thank you for saying I'm hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I'm pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bed sheets to make sure that I wasn't masturbating. Yes, I realize now how twisted that sounds. But it was how I was raised, to think that self-pleasure and sex were mortal sins. Hell, even now I feel guilty every time I touch myself. Not to mention that right now, I am feeling pretty wrong emotionally, about this cock in my hands. Although I am feeling the guilt from years of conditioning, I can't help feeling a rush of excitement all through my body, as I squeeze and rub this thick cock. I am assuming it is thick. I have no basis for this judgment because, as I said several times already, this is my first cock. All I know is that I can't get my small hand around it and when I stack both of my hands, there is still all of the big swollen head left sticking out. My God that head looks big. I catch myself thinking that it looks like the helmet of one of those stormtrooper guys from Star Wars. I have to swallow the laugh that is threatening to burst out of me. I trace my fingers around that big helmet, and I am surprised at how smooth the skin is. I trace my finger along the groove in the front and the whole cock Jumps in my hands. I look up at the guy's face, wondering if I did something wrong or hurt him or something. I see that he has his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his mouth is open in an audible moan. I make a mental note that this is a good thing. At this same time, I feel and see liquid leak out of the cock's slit. I touch it and I like how slick it feels on my fingers. I rub it between my thumb and finger and relish the slick feeling. Then I run my slick fingers around the smooth cock head. I love how slippery it feels on the smooth skin of the head. I trace my slick fingers all around the edges of the cock's helmet.  It is like I am trying to memorize every detail of my fascinating new plaything. I run my other hand down to the bottom of his shaft and discover his balls. I cup them and feel them move around in their soft wrinkled sack. I roll them around in my fingers, enjoying how they move so fluidly. I sort of ring my fingers around behind them and pull them down, enjoying how the sack stretches tight and I can feel the balls hard in my hand. I squeeze, just to see what this will feel like. The guy almost screams out, Oh my God, Yes, when I do that. I make another mental note, that this is a good thing. Then I wonder, what will happen if I squeeze his balls at the same time as I rub my finger along his tender groove? Fuck yes. he screams out, as I try this experiment. Well, that confirms my thesis, I smile to myself and continue to gently pulse his big full balls in one hand, while teasing his sensitive head with my other. I think to myself, I am so glad that he likes this because I really love how this feels for me when I am doing it. I start to wonder,  "How the Hell, have I never heard about how amazing cocks and balls feel?  I have talked with quite a few other girls about their sexual experiences, and I can't remember a single one telling me how amazing cocks felt in their hands.  "I fucking Love this,  I think to myself as I really concentrate on the feeling of this cock and those full balls in my hands. Then the thought enters my head, If it feels this good in my hands, how will it feel in my mouth? I immediately hear my mother's voice in my head chastising me, You should be ashamed of yourself Annabeth, for even thinking such a thing. Then I tell the guilt wielding mother in my head, Shut the fuck up Mother and it is Annie Nobody calls me Annabeth anymore. Then I show her that she is no longer the boss of me, as I take this big cock into my mouth. Well, to be honest, I take the head and maybe another inch or so in my mouth. My God, this thing is big. Are they all This big? I wonder to myself as I feel that swollen thick head push into the soft spot at the roof of my mouth. I pull my mouth off of it enough, so that I can suck my lips around the helmet. I run my tongue around the smooth head, as I suck my cheeks around it. Oh my God, this feels so exciting and so naughty, I think to myself as I feel like I will pee myself from the overwhelming exhilaration. I am suddenly yanked from my moment of bliss, when I feel the guy's hands grab my head almost violently. Again, thinking that I hurt him, I try to pull my mouth off of his cock. He latches on even harder and almost begs, No, Please don't stop keep doing That Relieved that I am not doing it wrong, I go back to doing what I was just doing. As I run my tongue around his smooth head and down the shaft as far as I can reach my tongue, I moan around the cock, as I recover my overwhelming feeling of exhilaration at the feel of this cock on my lips, and on my tongue, and on the fleshy insides of my cheeks. I slide all of them over and around this cock, as I rediscover the feeling of his big balls in my hand. Overcome by the sensations of this cock in my mouth, I can't stop my other hand from sliding under my skirt and into my thong. Um, I am so fucking wet. I push two fingers into my wet pussy. My pussy feels so wet and squishy and warm around my fingers. I wonder if this is what his cock feels when it is in my mouth. I start to imagine that my fingers and his cock are the same. I start to push my mouth on his cock more and more, as I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside myself. I move up and down on his cock at the same speed as I am pushing my fingers into me. When I begin to gag myself by forcing his cock into my mouth so fast and so deep, I realize how fast and desperately I am finger fucking myself. It is at that exact moment that I push myself over the edge and cum Streaming around his cock. I didn't realize how close he was, until at that same time, I feel his cock swell even larger and twitch in my mouth as I feel hot surges hitting the back of my throat. Because I am in the middle of an uncontrolled scream,   I feel his cum continue to shoot directly down my throat. I can actually feel it coating my throat.  Then I start coughing uncontrollably, because, as I was riding my overpowering orgasm, I was also desperately gasping for breath. I hope I didn't breathe his cum into my lungs. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it is possible to drown from cum in my lungs? As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff or Jake or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a J name. I hope it is the overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks the cock of a guy she doesn't know the name of. As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think,  "Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a slut, I might as well go all the way.  In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the first time. Well, that is if this guy J.. something, can get his cock hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands literally I am holding his softening cock in my hand I start to slowly squeeze and stroke it. Figuring that I should get J J J-dog involved in the decision, I say to him,  "Um, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth I would love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy You want to feel your big, thick cock deep inside me? Fuck Yeah, he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way he adds, But you got to give me a minute You know to get ready I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand, clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm. I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves. I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them when they need stress relief? He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is Very much up for the task at hand again, my hand Don't you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt? he asks me. Oh My, I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner. However, I realize that I fucking need this Bad and I need it Now. Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of the couch and lean over it, as I spread my legs. As I turn to look back at him, the desperate look on my face, is all the answer he needs. I keep looking back as he aims his cock toward my wet, waiting, and Very willing pussy. He doesn't even use his hands as he pushes it against my swollen and Very sensitive pussy lips. He moves back and forth slightly, making his cock slide along my wet groove. Oh my God, the feeling of the big smooth head is even more amazing against the lips of my pussy, than it was against the lips of my mouth. I squeeze my pussy, trying to kiss it to suck it into me I feel his cock start to push my lips open. I realize that he is not moving, it is me, who is moving back, desperately trying to fuck myself onto his cock. I feel him slightly pull back with each of my thrust back. I look up to see him grinning at the desperate look on my face. I finally beg out loud,  "Please put it in Please fuck me Please Fuck me Now Without a word he pushes his cock right into me. I gasp out loud as I literally feel like all of the air is pushed out of my lungs. I am not sure how deep he went with that first thrust, but I feel like I am impaled on the damn thing. I feel so full that I am afraid I will tear in half, if he pushes any deeper. Surprisingly, it is not painful though. Luckily for both of us, I broke my hymen in a tragic accidental fall on a dildo Okay, I was masturbating. I said my mother made me feel guilty about it. I never said that I didn't do it. And thank God that I did. This may be the first real cock inside me, but it is Definitely not the first time I have had cock like objects inside me. And my God, the number of cock like objects I have inside me Well, let's just say I have been training Very hard for this moment. Yet, for all of the training I have done, None of it compares to what this feels like for real. Fuck, the heat and hard flexibility of this cock inside me It is almost indescribable. I feel like he is entering my soul. I feel like his cock is in control of my body and mind. I want this I want this a Lot. Then, just when I am deciding that this feeling is better than anything I can imagine, he starts to move slowly out and then back in and it gets better Much better. I feel like he is turning me inside out, as he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Then he holds it with just the head inside me, keeping me spread so wide. I get desperate for more. Why the Fuck is he holding it there? I look back pleadingly. I see him smile at me with a devilish grin and then, Slam, he pushes all the way back inside me. Three things happen at the same time.  I feel him pound deep inside me. His big heavy balls Slap against my WAY oversensitive clit. I actually see stars and lose control of my legs as I cum so hard that I am afraid I popped a blood vessel in my head.  I am not sure if I lose consciousness, but as I ride the most amazing orgasm of my life, I feel like I am flopping around like my whole body is made of jelly, as he continues to hammer away in and out of me. When I feel fluids gushing out of my pussy, I am mortified, thinking that I must have lost control of myself and peed all over his cock, balls and thighs. He suddenly stops fucking, with his cock half inside me. I am afraid that he is grossed out by my loss of control. I am sure that I will be humiliated when everyone at the university hears about "Annie the incontinent slut . Then he surprises me by saying,  Fuck Yeah You're a squirter. I never fucked a squirter before. That was fucking amazing.   That shit splashed out of you so hard, I felt like someone turned a hose on me. With my face so red that I am sure it is glowing, I ask him, So you are not grossed out by That? Fuck No, he answers and then starts pushing his cock back in and out of me. I am embarrassed by the loud squishing and squelching sounds his cock is making as he fucks in and out of me. Then I feel a weird new feeling. It is like there is a surge of water into me with each thrust in, and a much stronger suction with each pull out. As I realize that I am building to another orgasm, he warns me, I got to tell you, after I cum once, I can keep going for a Very long time after. The thoughts of this amazing cock fucking me for a Very long time, sends waves of exhilaration through me and I Clench around his cock, telling him,  "Give me All you got   Fuck me hard and long   fuck me until I can't walk. My spontaneous haiku has the desired effect, and he Slams into me so hard that his hips Slap on my ass and it stings like he spanked me with his hand. I feel him grab my hips with both hands. He grabs so hard that I can feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh in the hollows of my hip bones. Then just as quickly he releases them, and I feel his hands reach up to unbutton my blouse. Feeling him fumbling with them, I reach up and take over. I quickly have the buttons undone and I wildly flap my arms trying to throw the blouse off of me. As my blouse finally flies off my wildly flailing arm, I feel his hands grab my bra clasp and almost violently pull it open. Leaning forward like I am, the bra Snaps open and falls down my arms. My 36 F tits that were straining hard against my bra, are now free and wildly flapping their wings trying to fly away. Well, more flopping than flapping. With each of his hard thrusts into me, I feel my heavy tits bounce forward and Slap against my neck and shoulders. Then I feel them recoil and Slap back against my rib cage and under my arms. Yes, in case you missed it, they are all natural and definitely out of my ability to control them. He is relentlessly fucking me, and I can already feel my heavy tits start to ache from their wild flopping and bouncing. I am about to reach up to catch them with my hand and arm, to try to stop the bouncing, when I feel him reach around and cup each of my tits in his hands. I feel him hold them just enough, so that that they jiggle and bounce in his hands. The rubbing of my nipples on his palms is driving me fucking insane. He Squeezes my tits and weighs them appreciatively, as he tells me, You ve got fucking amazing tits. I love these big fucking tits. Then for emphasis, he takes my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and pulls, and rolls, and Pinches them, which pushes me over a cliff I wasn't even sure I was standing next to. Fuck, I Scream out loud, as once again I feel my fluids gush out of me and my arms give out, as I fall on my face, having another overwhelming orgasm. As my pussy squeezes and spasms around his cock inside me, I keep getting electric shocks of overstimulation, which makes my orgasm continue like a series of explosions that won't end. All I can think about is the overpowering pleasure and the feeling of that cock filling me and touching me so completely. I have never done drugs, but I imagine this feeling of euphoria must be what drug addicts feel. I know right then and there that I will need to feel this all the time, from now on. I am suddenly pulled from my post orgasm bliss, by a new sensation. As he continues to slowly push in and out of my pussy, he starts to lightly tease my sensitive ass hole with his thumb. It feels like he is thrumming my sensitive ring with his thumb, like it is a guitar string or something. There is something very naughty and very exciting about it. It is also sending electric shocks of excitement through my entire body with each thrum of his thumb. Each thrum seems to short circuit my brain and it also seems to excite every nerve inside my already overstimulated pussy. I feel my excitement being driven higher and higher. I feel like it will become too much for my body and mind to handle, and I will fucking explode. Fuck, I Scream out, as he changes from a thrumming of my ass hole to a thumping of his thumb on it. Oh my God I have Never felt anything like this, and it is making my entire body twitch and spasm with each thump. He is doing it at a faster pace now and I can almost feel my pulse beating faster to match his thumping pace. I suddenly realize that I am loudly moaning in a rhythmic pattern, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, over and over, with each thump of his thumb on my ass hole. I also realize that I am pushing back onto his cock desperately to meet his cock pushing into me, at the same pace. I also feel myself pushing back onto that fucking thumb, that is driving me insane. Feeling how positively my body is reacting to his teasing, on the next thump, he doesn't stop. He pushes his thumb right past my tight ring. I loudly Gasp, Oh, as I feel his thumb Pop past my tight ass hole. I notice immediately how wet and slippery his thumb is, from all of the fluids I recently squirted all over him. I also notice that his thumb doesn't feel anything like I thought it would. I had thought about anal sex before, but always dismissed the idea because I imagined that it would hurt quite badly. But this this feels Very different than I feared it would. As I start to squeeze my ass around his thumb, sort of getting a better feel of my sudden intruder, I realize that he is slowly pushing and pulling it in and out of me, in time to his cock's motion in my pussy. I realize that I Really like this double stimulation. I start to grind back again, pushing his cock and thumb into me harder and faster. I suddenly feel a desperate need for more. I want him fucking me deep and hard in both of my holes. An image enters my brain of getting fucked like this by two different men two cocks one in my pussy and one in my ass oh my God do I really want to feel a cock in my ass? His cock is so much bigger than his thumb, but that damn thumb feels so fucking good right now These are all the random, wild thoughts racing through my head as I come to the conclusion,  Hell Yes, I want to know what his cock will feel like in my ass. Before I can chicken out, I turn my head back and meekly tell him,  "You can put it in my ass You know fuck my ass if you want "Oh God Yes, he almost shouts, as I feel him quickly pull his cock from my pussy. I feel empty, physically and emotionally, as that cock is suddenly ripped away from me. However, that emptiness is just as quickly filled when I feel him push that cock right into my ass. Fortunately for me, he didn't jam it in as deep and as fast as he did when he first entered my pussy. However, it was hard and deep enough to make me feel like I am trying to suck all the oxygen out of the ai

Piety & Profanity

PIETY & PROFANITY TWO WITTY STORIES OF PIETY & PROFANITY HEAVEN OR HELL What's it like when we die? By Many Feathers [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=512605&page=submissions] Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/PietyAndProfanity.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/piety-profanity.jpg] Let's face it. No one really knows what its like to die, I certainly didn't. The last thing I remember was someone saying, "He's gone." In the next instant I was somewhere else. I can't even explain it really, because the somewhere else was without substance, without definition really. Until images came to mind, places I had once known, been to, or had wondered about. Then suddenly...there I was! It felt warm, comforting. I was standing on a hill, there was a breeze against my face, though again, there hadn't been until I'd considered it, then there it was! It was quiet, peaceful, just as I imagined it might be, would be. I looked down at myself, I was old. "Damn! Aren't we supposed to change back to the best way we ever looked, or should look?" I wondered. And suddenly, I did. At least I wasn't just a thought floating around without substance. Then I grimaced, worried that I would be, but that didn't happen. "Ok, that's better. Much, much better!" I said feeling a hell of a lot better admittedly. But it was still strange. I mean, we all have our own ideas of what Heaven is supposed to be like I suppose. But this wasn't like anything I'd ever even heard of or imagined before either. No pearly gates, though they'd have looked really out of place from where I was standing. No white haired guy in a white flowing robe with a great big book with a bright green bookmarker holding the place open where my name would have been listed. None of that. Hell, there wasn't even a bird singing or a butterfly flying. And then...there was. "Ok, maybe I'm starting to get the hang of this after all," I thought to myself. But I was still surprised no one had come to greet me, no one had come to tell me where I was supposed to go, or what I was supposed to do. I even thought about my parents who had died years ago. Nothing. Unlike the sudden appearance of birds, butterflies and bee's (which I quickly decided I didn't want or need and made them go away) there was nothing else. At least no mom, no dad. No uncles, no aunts, no friends (only one or two of which I could actually remember as having died before I did). Bottom line was, no people. "Well, this sucks!" I said aloud wondering if anyone could actually hear me. I decided to go for a walk, and then wondered if I could fly. Sure enough, I was floating in the air and moving forward at an incredible speed. Problem was, the ground below me whizzed by faster than I could imagine it until I was standing in the middle of darkness. "Lets try that one again," I thought. I was back on the hill again, oh yeah; the breeze thing, and the birds and the butterflies were kinda cool too. Except, I really am going to walk this time, at least until such a time as I get the flying/moving thing down a whole lot better. So I walked. And I walked, and I walked. The only cool thing here was, when I got tired of walking and seeing the same scenery (cause I knew it usually would take several hours if I was to walk out of this valley and actually get anywhere else), all I had to do was think of another place, and I was there. One moment in the mountains, in the next walking through Canyon lands in Moab. At least I thought it was Moab, sure looked like it anyway, though once again there was no people. And that was the other interesting part. I tried thinking about the valley where I'd lived, my home, once again my friends and family. I think...though don't take my word on this, but I think I was in the valley where my home should be, once was, or would be. I mean who knows, when your dead, maybe when we're there, we're just borrowing the here, which is real, when that reality isn't. Anyway, no houses, no cars, no planes, no people. Nada...nothing. I kept thinking that maybe I was on hold or something. Or that I'd failed to see the sign that had said "Out to lunch". I certainly didn't want to stand around in the dark, and I was sort of missing the birds at this point, as I'd forgotten to bring them along with me. So I went back. Back to the mountain, sat down and waited. Who knows how long I sat there waiting. A year? A day? A century or two? Who the hell knows. I certainly didn't have a watch, couldn't even produce one. And who was around to tell or give me the correct time, or even what the hell day it was anyway? So I just sat there and waited. And wondered. And began to think about my life and some of the people I knew, or once knew anyway. And then the last thing in the world I had ever expected to happen happened. I looked up the hill and saw a young woman walking towards me. She looked familiar, and even at this distance I could envision her face, see her smile, and she even waved. "Thank God!" I said aloud, half expecting to hear a booming "You're Welcome!" but that didn't happen either. I really hate it when you can't remember a name. I mean I knew I knew her, I just couldn't remember from where, or when. Then it came to me. And was that because I suddenly decided I did know her name? That I'd actually thought about her in passing when I began thinking about my life and what I'd accomplished or failed to accomplish for one reason or another? Or because I just decided what her name was. Once again, I didn't know for sure, not really. But as Darlene approached getting ever closer, which is when I suddenly decided to do the half-fly, half hop thing, I was standing next to her. "Darlene? Is that really you?" She smiled and nodded her head yes. "Please tell me you can speak," I asked worriedly. "Or are we supposed to be talking with our minds and not our mouths or something like that?" I asked. She laughed then, which was like music to my ears (and briefly, I swear I could hear the Sound of Music playing in the background). "I've been looking for you," She said simply. "You have?" "Yes, ever since I got here." "How long has that been?" "Oh, I don't know, forever maybe? Who knows?" At the moment, I couldn't very well argue with that. "Well, it's sure as hell nice to finally see someone else, and actually talk to them!" Then I hunched my shoulders worriedly, wondering if the word "Hell" was appropriate, or inappropriate under the circumstances. "So, you seen anyone else?" I had to ask. "Nope, just you. But then again, like I said, you're the only one I've been looking for anyway." I still wondered why. Why was she here with me and not with her friends, her family. What was she doing here looking for me for? And why her anyway? I mean after all, Darlene had been the first girl I had ever kissed, first girl who two years later actually let me touch her boobs, and then the first girl I had ever gone down on in her parents bedroom when they were out for the evening. But what that had to do with us still escaped me. Or any of this for that matter. "So, now what?" I had to ask. "I don't know, you tell me," she responded. Like that helped anything. I guess we could continue to sit here and wait. But I'd done that already. And it was Darlene that said she'd been wandering around for just about ever looking for me, so there had to be something about that that made some sort of sense, which for the moment at least, didn't. And then I thought about something else. "Was there a reason why you've been looking for me?" I asked. "Yeah," she said finally grinning. "Why don't you lie down on the grass and I'll show you." Now we were getting somewhere. Unless she suddenly turned into some sort of Vampire or something at the last minute. "You're not a Vampire are you?" I had to ask. Once again she laughed. "No, and I'm not here to suck your blood either. But I wouldn't mind sucking something else." "Ok, this HAD to be heaven!" I decided. "No way in, well...you know, no way in that place could this be that." She had a lot bigger, a lot nicer tits than I remembered too. But of course that probably made sense. I mean back then...anyways, at least now she had them and they were pretty nice looking too. She undressed and got down on her knees and oh yeah, that felt nice, really nice. And once again I was reminded how good this felt, how pleasurable this was, and that if she kept this up I'd soon be climaxing. And then the fear, "What if? What if I can't? What if she sucks and sucks me for ever and I can't?" But then I was, and I did...and all was right with the world again. Well, this world anyway. And besides, I sorta always figured that if a person went to hell, they probably couldn't have an orgasm, so that was at least a point on the Heaven side of the ledger I suppose. And the fact I'd just had one, and a damn good one in fact, tended to support that theory. "Now what do you want to do?" I asked a while later. "How about we fuck now?" she asked demurely. Once again I looked around. "Maybe you shouldn't talk like that here," I told her. "Mess around, or do it might be a little more appropriate, something like that." "Ok, so lets mess around then," she stated. So we did. The only thing I remember about Darlene that I didn't like was that she was so clingy as they say. Seemed she was always touching me one-way or the other. A hand on my leg if we were simply sitting there, or if we walked anyplace, she had to hold my hand, or if we laid down in the grass, or on a hill, or sometimes when we just floated around off the ground (especially then) so I quit floating after that), she had to be holding onto something. I mean sometimes when she held onto things, or when even I did, I liked it. But not all the time. But if I said anything to her about it, hurt her feelings, then she'd sit there and cry until I told her I was sorry, to which there would come the hand into my lap again. Oh yeah, and you don't sleep either. You don't go to bed and wake up the next morning feeling either tired, sleepy or refreshed. The sun's just sort of there, all the time, though you don't see the sun, or anything else like it for that matter. It's just sun-shinny with light all day long (all night long for that matter) but like I said. You don't sleep. I sorta miss that. Then a while later. (I like to think in terms of days, but for all I know, a day is a year here, or a millennium, who cares?) Anyway, so like about maybe a week later we're hanging out, (oh yeah and I gave up wearing clothes, I mean whets the point? We're usually naked most of the time anyway, and it makes it a whole lot easier when we're in the mood to mess around). So we've just finished doing it...again, when I look up the road. (Made that one myself out of dirt, seemed appropriate anyway, somewhere to look down, or walk down when we weren't busy messing around). And low and behold, I see this other girl approaching us. And just like Darlene, I think I know her, and then I do know her. Brenda? Brenda's the first girl I ever did it with. She smiles and waves, and I wave back and notice Darlene's not smiling. But she remains by my side as we sort of do the float walk thing towards where Brenda's standing. Next thing you know, it's the same story. Brenda's been looking for me for quite a while too now, and finally knows where to find me, so she has, and here she is, and here we are all now. And then we're all messing around, having a hell...I mean having a lot of fun, and its all good, and they're both beautiful and all that, even though Brenda and Darlene sort of fight over who's going first and that sort of thing, which is kind of cool in a way as I really never did have another girl fight over me, except for maybe Theresa, and then low and behold, I see her approaching, smiling and waving at us too. Damn, now isn't this interesting? I think to myself. Then I begin to picture all the girls I've ever known, ever been with throughout my entire life. And the next thing I know, there's this entire flock of women walking down the road towards us, towards me rather as neither Darlene, Brenda, or especially Theresa are looking very anxious to meet any of them. And better still, every damn, ah every darn one of them is as naked as the day they were born, or died...whatever. And have you ever heard the term, "Too much of a good thing?" Well in a way I guess, this was the perfect example of that. Though admittedly when I saw my first wife, and my third I began to wonder. And though my second wife hadn't shown up as yet, I was sort of grateful for that, as I'd really considered her to be quite a bitch, and so she either hadn't died yet (and I couldn't honestly remember if she had, or if she hadn't...and who knows what time it is, or how long we've all been here anyway) the fact she hadn't shown up was a good sign, sorta. Because she really had been the meanest most vindictive woman I'd ever known. And seeing her here, really would convince me this was Hell, and not just some sort of holding area that I was now sorta hoping this really was. But it was all still pretty much confusing. On the one hand, I could "do it" with any one of them any time I liked. And did so, but I had to admit, it took a lot out of me, and most of them afterwards got all pissy about it if I hadn't chosen one of them. (Especially Theresa). And have you ever tried doing it with someone else hanging over your shoulder yelling "Me next? Me next?" I tell ya, it's not exactly conducive to keeping it up even while your doing it, or even how attractive or how beautiful the woman are with that going on all the time. Eventually, I did learn that if I thought about moving very fast when I flew, entered that black void, I would find myself alone. The only problem with that was, the moment I came out, wherever it was I thought I would be, they'd find me. Then it was fucking, sucking until I was totally exhausted once again, not to mention all the God damn bickering (yeah you heard me) it's starting to get on my nerves in case you didn't know it. Point is, I'm still not exactly sure what's going on, why I'm here, or what this really is. Mostly now I just sit alone here in the dark. I miss my birds. By Many Feathers [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=512605&page=submissions] for Literotica VICTORIAN SISTERS THE SECRET CORRESPONDENCE OF TWO NAUGHTY SISTERS, IN THE GILDED AGE OF LONDON S WELL-BRED SOCIETY. By Sally hollister [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1433329&page=submissions]. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories] Dear Tess, I have been led to believe, in a recent social visit to your home, that you allowed my Bernard to be beastly with you to such a degree as is shameful for ladies to put to pen & ink. As you know I have always regarded you as a sister and I am loathe to believe that this can be true. Pray tell me what occurred. Your dearest friend, Charlotte Dear Charlotte, I am afraid to inform you that the rumours you have heard are true, but do be assured that the event was not of my instigation. It happened thus; I was bending over to pick something up when Bernard assaulted me from behind and was, as you say, beastly with me. He came upon me so sudden I feared for my sanity as I am not used to being assaulted in such a fashion in my own drawing room on a Wednesday afternoon. But, as you can infer, I was not to blame. Your devoted friend, Tess PS: I am your sister Dear Tess, Sorry about the sister thing. Quite forgot. Anyway, I cannot believe that my Bernard would behave in such a brutal fashion. Are you sure he did not trip and thus fall upon you? Your dearest sister, Charlotte Dear Charlotte, I truly cannot say if Bernard tripped, for as I informed you, I was bent down at the time and my gaze was upon the trinket I was retrieving. Your devoted sister, Tess Dear Tess, It is beyond belief that my sweet Bernard would take advantage of a girl in the way you imply. Are you sure you did not wiggle your bottom at him in a provocative fashion, thus causing a rush of blood to his head and his attack upon your nether parts. Your dearest sister, Charlotte Dear Charlotte, I am outraged that you could think I could behave in such a fashion. I have only wiggled my bottom once in my life. It was during my honeymoon, in front of my husband, Victor, and it gave him a nosebleed. You must seek elsewhere to find a motive behind Bernard's caddish behaviour. Your dearest sister, Tess Dear Tess, I have now spoken to Bernard about the matter and he confirms that he did indeed trip over a rug which caused him to fall upon you. What I still cannot ascertain is how he managed to achieve his end through your bustle. Your dearest sister, Charlotte Dear Charlotte, Ah, I failed to inform you that I have taken up nude modelling recently and was in that mode when the event occurred. I have had to resort to this as our financial situation is perilous. Victor has been thrown out of the army since leading his regiment on an attack upon our allies, the French, during an exercise. He has always had difficulties with his sense of direction, the silly sausage. In any case I think it was an absolute over-reaction by the military big-wigs as there were only 43 of the Froggies killed and none of them above the rank of sergeant. As we have no income Victor suggested I take up modelling in the nude for artists and it is quite lucrative at 10 guineas per hour. It doesn't quite cover Victor's gambling debts so I came up with the idea of offering minor beastliness to young gentlemen for a small remuneration. You will understand then that your Bernard owes me 20 guineas. We cannot take cheques else the amount would be taxed so would you slip the amount into an envelope and have your butler drop it off at our residence? Your loving sister, Tess Dear Tess, I understand entirely your need to pursue a career of nude figure modelling and offering beastliness to strange men as times are hard. What I fail to understand is this, though you were naked, how it came to be that Bernard managed to be beastly with you if he was fully dressed? He, as far as I know, has not taken up a career of nude modelling. I have spoken to Bernard about the 20 guineas and he says he accepts his debt but says he must pay by cheque and make a record of the transaction, otherwise he will not be able to claim any tax relief on the transaction. Charlotte Dear Charlotte, How Bernard achieved his end while fully clothed I do not know, but the fact is that beastliness did occur. As my new enterprise requires discreetness to all my gentlemen; you must question him further on the event. I am shocked that he wishes to declare the transaction to the tax authorities. Has he no concern for the reputation of his sister-i

I Got Something To Tell You

I GOT SOMETHING TO TELL YOU LAPSED CATHOLIC WOMAN FINDS NEED TO CONFESS. By MarthaMcKinley [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5698934&page=submissions] - Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IGotSomethingToTellYou.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IGotSomethingToTellYou.jpg] I m driving back to see my priest, from the college parish.  Yeah, this catholic girl needs deliverance from some major guilt. No, let s see; how many years has it been? It hit me yesterday, as Robbie & I were driving home. Oh, Gawd! Oh Gawd! Why shouldn t I worry? This probably changes things. No. It definitely changes things! Every thing. I had sex with Bart, a married man. Get it, you rash brain. I m a married woman who just had sex with another woman s husband. And not simply another woman, but one of my friends. What was I thinking? Obviously, I wasn t. There we were. Robbie was driving. I glanced over at Robbie, driving us home, tapping on the steering wheel and belting out the words to Billie Joel s Only the Good Die Young coming over the radio. You Catholic girls start much too late. Did Billy Joel know, too? The irony of it all. I was one of them: a graduate eight years ago of St. Margaret s Academy, an all girls high school run by the Sisters of Notre Dame. In my four years there, I had had negligible experience with boys-just a handful of dances in the gym at the neighboring Catholic boys school. I never had a boyfriend. I was never even confident enough in myself to flirt, for I never found the girl looking back at me in the mirror to be anything but plain. In college, no one had even asked me out until my junior year when Robbie did. I was so flummoxed, so flattered, so sure it must be a charity act that I spent the next two years at Macalester in perpetual gratitude, satisfying his every need. And right after graduation, with a BFA in painting, Miss flat chested and shy, but virgin no more Mary Johnson married Mister handsome, self-assured, going places Robbie Dwyer. I d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints he sang, glancing over at me, suggestively. Did he do it, too? Did he have sex with Robyn in the hot tub after Bart and I got out? It was entirely possible. In the four years since we were married, he had confessed to at least a half dozen women who turned him on. The Swedish lab tech at work with the impossibly long lashes. The buxom Australian hostess at the Sunshine Factory, our friday night watering hole. The neighbor from Kenya with the wide hips and muscular buttocks bulging out her short shorts as she dragged the sprinkler across the lawn. The Vietnamese manicurist, where I got my nails done, with the alluring-demurring smile on her face. My God, he had a fantasy girl from almost every continent. At least he was ecumenical. But had he ever acted on any of these urges other than acting them out in our bedroom? For whatever reason, his fantasies turned me on. They were so absurd, and far from making me suspicious, when he brought them up in bed at night, I wanted to play along. I became the big-bosomed Aussie who smothered him with her tits, or the wide assed African who yanked on his hose. We would start assuming these roles in all seriousness, but soon be laughing so hard that Robbie would get massive, I would become sopping wet, and we d fuck fast and furious until we came in great gasps. Then we would kiss and hug, saying all those wonderful words of love to each other, before falling asleep entwined. You know, it s amazing when you find yourself. All my scholarly life I had struggled with reading, writing essays, taking multiple-choice tests. But one thing I loved to do-and was good at-was rendering landscapes in pastel: layering wheat fields with raw sienna, coating barns and silos in brilliant cad red and alizarin crimson, foliating giant cottonwoods with varying shades of sap green, and stretching cobalt shadows across lawns and patios, bending them up walls of grand white farmhouses. I guess, in retrospect, it was how I sublimated my sexuality as a teenager. Years later, post art school-and after having given up on Catholicism-I discovered the co-existence of the creative impulse and drive for sexual gratification. It was then that my artistic successes began. People seemed to respond passionately to my new work. Collectors bought four, five, or six of my pieces. Each new series-the Dakotas, the Mississippi-won me acclaim at venues in Minneapolis, Santa Fe, Denver, and Chicago. I almost couldn t make enough for all the enthusiastic gallery owners. The result was gaining a measure of confidence, not only in art, but in love, which I had formerly never known, and which seemed so natural for others, like Robbie, Bart, and Robyn. Oh my God, I forgot about Robyn, the red-haired nurse-midwife whose house we were just leaving. Robbie fantasized the most about that little spitfire-at least, she s the one who seemed to augment his cock the greatest. I remember his last Robyn dream, a mere week ago: he and she were wrestling at the pond s edge after they emerged from a skinny dip on a sultry afternoon. They had started slinging playful insults at one another, until one literally slung a handful of mud, at which point the real fun began. Soon they were coated with a burnt sienna glaze and needing to go back into the water to wash each other off. It made sense, that fanciful notion of his. Water was their thing. Robyn got covered in amniotic fluid when her patient s water broke, and Robbie worked as a field biologist with lake flora and fauna. Two science types, always with liquid things to talk about. We had left them in their element, soaking in the hot tub, when Bart and I got out to look at one of his new pastel paintings-our element. Robbie drummed on the steering wheel. You know that only the good die young Tell you baby Only the good die young I was feeling really clammy now. What if he and Robyn did fuck in the hot tub? Would that be better-for me? After all, if he did it, why couldn t I? Or did it spell the end of our marriage? Were we going to become one of those pairs of swinging couples whose relationship divided along fault lines? Little things that once seemed endearing qualities-my need to have everything in its place at home-would become an annoyance to him and an excuse for fleeing to Robyn. Or his insistence in correcting my retelling of a mutual experience-that I formerly had allowed with amusement-would become the hurt driving me to Bart and the consolation of his touch. Jesus, what have I done? What have we done? We? Maybe we didn t do anything. Maybe only I did? And Robbie s trust in me will be shattered forever. I reached over to touch his head, to pull my fingers through his dark, dark umber hair, with waves as luscious as my grassy prairies at sunset. He looked over and smiled, his gaze penetrating my eyes briefly before it returned to the road. I love when you do that, Georgia, he teased, using the name of the artist, Georgia O'Keeffe, whom I had been the most influenced by in college. He hadn t fucked Robyn after all. Great. Now I m the fucker. I love doing that, I replied. You know how much I crave your textures! Did I sound like the same me? Could he tell anything from the dampness of my fingers? We ll be home in ten minutes, he proclaimed. "Can t wait to be in bed with you. Suddenly feeling queasy, I replied, Are you wide awake? I m so tired, I think I m going to close my eyes for a bit. I m fine. Another good song!" And he was off, singing in perfect pitch, "But you gotta keep your head up, oh-oh, and you can let your hair down, eh-eh Maybe he s too exuberant? I bet he did do it? Do it. Do it. Did I really do it? Did we? Bart and I? Do it? Oh, Father Duffy, it's times like these when I miss those confession sessions Bart and I had dried off in front of his fireplace. The bromine from the hot tub was so strong we had taken turns rinsing off in the shower. With towels wrapped around us, we ascended the stairs to his studio and his magnificent nudes. If I relished the feel of textures through my fingers, my eyes delighted in the virtual touch of the skin tones in his paintings: strokes of raw sienna melding into caput mortuum, Indian red into purple violet and Thalo blue. His pastels had been blended with infinite patience, layer upon layer of pigment to create arm, chest, torso, groin, giving the effect of a radiance emanating from within. For someone not in possession of the endowment, he painted the most sensuous breasts-with thick areolas and erect nipples-seemingly emerging from the paper, begging to be sucked. I touched his arm to point out, on a nearby easel, the pair of lovers he was finishing, a man standing behind a woman, their hands holding five passion fruits against her chest. Excitedly, I inquired as to how he got her skin to glow with such warmth of golden ochre and crimson. He nestled my elbow in his palm as he eased me toward the painting and explained his artistic process. It was fun having another artist to talk with, to puzzle out problems of color and value, to compare favorite painters and art philosophies. In college, I had been so head over heals involved with Robbie, that I did my course work, rushed back to the dorm to be with him, and didn t give myself the time to make friends, let alone hang out with established teacher-artists in the art department. My BFA degree had landed me a graphic arts job with Minnesota Life, a glossy recreation magazine, and I spent over a year doing computer artwork, but again, no real artist contacts-and no art opportunities. When my school loans were nearly repaid, and Robbie was making enough for both of us to live on, I went back to painting with pastels. Within two years, I was showing in the Twin Cities; then, six months later, in three other major metropolitan areas. That experience brought me into contact with other artisans, most of them women, all of us doing different subjects. We exhibited together on occasion, got together for group-show receptions, but I never really developed an artistic kinship with any painter-until I met Bart. He leaned into me as we conversed, and I maintained our inertia by pressing back. He took my left hand in his, and slipped his right arm around my back, supporting me as we talked about his lovers faces; the aura of contemplation; the mysteries of connection, communion, and commitment. I told him how much I liked the piece, and he hugged me with appreciation. And that s when we should have stopped. I could have inquired about the adjacent painting, the woman with the large guava facing the viewer and the man turning away with his smaller one. But I didn t. His hug felt so good. As did the wine, our soak in the hot tub, my newly-found confidence. We rotated toward each other. He brought his lips to mine, and, rather than turn to accept his kiss on my cheek, I met him full on with my own. As our embrace progressed, intoxicatingly, I encircled his lanky waist and felt our towels drop away. With his manliness expanding against my belly and his hand raising tingles up my spine, I devoured his lower lip, squeaking a little in excitement when I felt his tongue enter my mouth. With both hands he lifted up my tiny breasts, his fingers running over my nipples, as ripe as his painted ones, then pulled each with gentle traction, making them ache all the more. I moved off his mouth, and began kissing his chest, lightly brushing the russet hairs with my lips in an ever-expanding oval. Initially passing over his nipples, I returned to suck each to hardness and heard him groan as I bit down on them tenderly. His finger pads moved down my spine to buttocks, backs of thigh, up to hipbones, and, twisting his hands around, his finger nails grazed across to my pussy tuft and up my abdomen to my back again, in a repeating hypnotic loop of arousal. When my tongue repaid his kindness, creating a saliva trail down his midline, my cheek butted into his erection. I turned deftly toward the large head, now deeply violet and glowing as hot as his figures skin tones. Clumsily, we maneuvered our entangled selves to his model stand, and found our way to sitting upon the shag carpet remnant atop the platform, my mouth locked around him, my juices oozing into the rug. His hand found my slot, and as I drew my teeth up and over his rim, I felt his fingers close around my clit, pinching it rhythmically to our breathing. My shrieks of pleasure were stifled by taking more of his cock deeper in my throat, and, as I rocked onto his hand, he began thrusting into my mouth. I m gonna come, he whispered, urgently. Having climaxed once already, and about to scream again, I was fully prepared to grant him his pleasure. Within seconds a hot bolus shot into my mouth, and this time I gurgled with delight as his flood of warmth quieted my cries. One hand circled my head, his fingers pushing through my perspiring hair. The other, perfumed by my cunt-flower, was rubbed against cheek, neck, and shoulder, all the while he praised my beauty in muffled tones. I regained my resting breathing tempo, but all I could mumble was, Wonderful, wonderful, as his cock slowly deflated in my mouth. You guys up there? Robbie had hollered from the bottom of the stairs. Just gazing at some nudes, Bart had called back, so nonchalantly, I thought that perhaps I had been dreaming all the while. But of course I wasn t. Bart and I had hurriedly wrapped our towels around us. He went ahead of me down the stairs, as I ducked into their bathroom to do a bidet-cleansing of my mouth, then joined everyone below to get dressed and prepare for our departure. We re home, announced Robbie. Let s get right to bed. I love it when you re brominated. I awoke from one nightmare to go back into what I feared was another. What Robbie pronounced was true. Being brominated meant that by soaking in the hot tub, I was disinfected everywhere, and his tongue could explore my private place with relatively impunity. Any other time, his suggestion would have made me forgo my nightly mouth care, but this evening, I delayed our entry into bed by flossing and brushing-with lots of toothpaste. That would cover up any telltale tastes, but I didn t know if the delay would allow my brain to become re-engaged in love making. Robbie and I have been very honest with each other. Well, I felt I have been completely honest, and I trusted full revelations would have been forthcoming from him. So as we pulled the sheets over our nakednesses, I wondered if I should bare all? Do I tell him, I asked myself? Did I want him to tell me-if there was anything to tell?