Hairdressing. Thoughts on intimate topiary.

So many options, so many preferences.

I like to trim. I keep myself neat and tidy, but I don’t shape the area. I hope, when a girl sees or feels my hairdressing, that it conveys a sense of my personal hygiene and care. That’s certainly the impression I have when I see that a woman has applied a little thought and time to her own intimate topiary.

So for me, that’s preference number one: I prefer some work. I think I share this preference with most men. A full untrimmed bush of pubic hair just carries a suggestion that a woman doesn’t give herself any consideration, any thought, any care. I know that’s not the truth of the matter. Many women have made a conscious choice not to trim, just as many make the same choice not to shave their legs or their underarms. And, of course, there’s nothing wrong with that. But I’m allowed a different preference.

A full shave. If you were to judge female genitalia from porn alone, you’d rapidly reach the conclusion that – apart from an unfortunate few – adult women simply didn’t have pubic hair, just like pre-pubescent girls. Adult women do have pubic hair. I have a preference for women to be younger than me, but I quite definitely do not have a preference for pre-pubescent girls, and nor, I hope, do most men. So why do so many seem to have a preference for their sexual partners to masquerade their genitals as pre-pubescent? While some of my previous partners have shaved, either occasionally or all the time, as someone with two daughters (one teenage and one under 10) I’ve always been a little uncomfortable with the idea. On the other hand, many women prefer it. I’ve been told by those previous girlfriends that it offers additional skin for sensation, that it feeds their sense of being younger, or being less in charge. And, of course, there’s nothing wrong with that. But I’m allowed a different preference.

Trimmed and shaped. There are so many ways to shape your pubic hair that I can’t possible think about them all. For me, I like any skin outside a girl’s knickers to be without hair. No stray wisps to spoil the anticipation of the reveal. After all, if you’re going to the effort of shaping, why allow your hair to spill out from the very garment that’s there to cover it until the material is thrillingly removed? It suggests to me a failure of pre-planning! Apart from that, however you’ve shaped it is going to be exciting. But if it’s a nice sixth-of-a-circle, short-trimmed cake slice and there’ll be no blood left in my brain.

Is that it? Am I so shallow?

Absolutely not. Ultimately, as with your underwear preference and so much else, the thing that’s sexiest, the thing that I’ll enjoy most is the thing that makes you feel best about yourself: most attractive, most sexual, most aroused. Because if you’re with me, that’s how I want you to feel.


The Hotel Room

This is the whole story, written in its original form.
I was trying to explore the experience from a female perspective.
I’d be interested to hear what you think.

I saw you before you saw me, across the conference hall. I felt a bit hot and Marjorie asked what it was, because I’d blushed. She followed my gaze and saw you, and started teasing me. She’s always known I’ve had a bit of a thing for you, even if she doesn’t know the extent of it.

It wasn’t long before I caught your eye. I hope I lit up the way your face did. You’re still just how I think of you, if a little more, er, distinguished around the edges. It suits you, and the smile you gave me, that I’ve never seen you give anyone else, made me melt, just the way I used to. I must have blushed again, because Marjorie started taking the piss about you.

In a way I’m quite pleased I didn’t get any closer to you during the day, than that. I’m not sure I would have gone through with our plans. Not out of not wanting to, but through nerves. I felt like a little girl with a crush (which I suppose, deep down, I am). When we met for dinner though, I knew I’d be alright.

I don’t think I’ve ever danced with you before. But I suppose that this wasn’t dancing but foreplay. The way you held me in your arms brought back all the feelings I used to get about you. I couldn’t wait to get upstairs, but you insisted on staying in the ballroom the whole evening. As foreplay it worked. You teased and tempted me for hours: the alcohol and the occasional brushes against me, my hips, my bottom, my breasts. Your strong hands, holding me, guiding me on the dance floor. The skin of your cheek next to mine during the slow dances toward the end. Your breath on my neck. All combined to make me want, no, to make me need to give myself to you.

Eventually, people began to leave for their beds, and we went, too. I left first. Even after the dancing, we didn’t want people to see us leave together. You went to the bar to get another couple of drinks while I got in the lift. I got to my room and quickly got ready for you: got the lights low, turned down the sheets and did the silly things, too, like make sure my knickers were on straight, my stockings level and my breath OK.

Then you knocked on the door. I opened it and you stood there, framed by the lights of the hallway, and I knew the things I was going to get you to do to me, and that there were things you would ask me to do. I knew I’d do them, too, whatever they were. But best of all I knew that I didn’t have to wait any longer.

A drink in each hand, you stepped in through the doorway and leaned down to kiss me. I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around your neck and let myself get lost in the kiss. Your warm soft lips met mine, slightly apart, the pressure of the kiss opened them more to allow your tongue to meet mine. I tasted you for the first time in years, and mixed with the touch and smell of you, all my best memories of you were with me, all at once. I heard the door close behind you when you kicked it, then I had to move back as you started to walk forwards, without stopping the kiss. I reached the table and couldn’t move any farther. I heard you put the drinks down behind me, the felt you take me in your arms and hold me to you. Making me yours.

I felt your arms loosen, letting your hands encircle my waist. We held each other, kissing for a few moments, remembering, getting used to each other’s touch again. Then, quite suddenly your hands slid up my back to the top of my dress’s zip and pulled it down. Releasing my hands from your neck and stepping back from you, I allowed the dress to fall from my shoulders, down my body to the floor. I saw your eyes follow it, taking in my full, firm breasts, tight contoured stomach, past my thighs and legs to the crumpled heap of material around my ankles. Stepping out of the dress, I was wearing only my stockings and the “nice little knickers” you’re so fond of. So small, that they virtually disappeared as I turned slowly around so that you could take in a full view.

Our mouths met again, passionately and deeply. I could feel your tongue in my mouth as I pushed mine into yours, enjoying your taste. You lifted me up and carried me to the wall and pinned me against it. Your left hand moved from behind my waist to my right breast, and – despite the power of your kiss – gently held it, caressing it, encircling the nipple, in just the way you must have remembered I enjoy best. Then your hand began its move down, past my ribs to the thin elastic of my knickers’ waistband. You twisted your finger in it, and pulled me even closer to you, tightening the fabric between my buttocks and thighs, forcing the moisture that had been there since you arrived to soak into the lace.

Then your hand released the waistband and your fingers brushed over the outside of the small triangle of cloth at the front. You stroked, short and gentle, up and down the fabric, slowly becoming little circles that traced lower and lower. Brushing over my clitoris then farther down to trace the outline of my lips, your movements meant I had to move my feet apart more and more to allow your exploration. Eventually they must have been over two feet apart, allowing enough space between my thighs for all of your fingers to lightly stroke there. Then in one movement up, in and down to place your skin between me and my underwear. You stopped kissing and drew your head back, smiling that same smile again.

“You remembered!” You said.

“Well, you are the only person that’s shaved me, It’s hard to forget.” I answered. I had shaved and moisturised just before dressing for dinner, and my skin was smooth, soft and hairless. I shyly dropped my eyes and held myself up against your still fully clothed body as you started to reach with your fingers for my clitoris.

We must have looked odd, I was naked except for hold up stockings and very small knickers that you had your hand inside anyway, with my legs spread over half a meter apart, pinned to the wall by a man still in his dinner suit. You’d not even taken off your cummerbund, yet, only your bowtie was hanging loosely around your neck, your first shirt stud undone.

I turned my face back up towards yours and found our lips together. I sucked your bottom lip between mine and nibbled it as your fingers began a slow teasing rhythm along the length of my clitoris. You stretched down to stroke over my wet opening, to make your fingers slippery. I shivered as you used your thumb to draw back the hood and started to play small circles about the head with your wetted finger. My breathing became deeper as I hugged your neck with my arms. My legs weakened and I knew you were taking most of my weight on your right arm, between me and the wall. Quickly, faster even than I thought you would be able to take me there, I felt an orgasm building. I suppose it had been building since I saw you that morning, and certainly since dinner began, and when it happened it felt like a whole day bursting out over me.

I know I yelled some pretty good things about you at that moment, but I can’t remember exactly what, but then you’ll remember I never was a quiet comer and you’ve always made me shout louder than anyone else has.

You took your hand out of my knickers when I had stopped shaking, and put it behind me. As we carried on kissing, my sense of touch was still heightened, and I was very aware as you put your hand on my bottom that your index finger slipped between my cheeks to rest about an inch above my bumhole, although on the thong of my underwear. The rest of your hand cupped my buttock, using it to pull me to you.

As the last remnant of my orgasm subsided, I pushed you off so that you fell onto the bed behind you. I figured it was time you lost some of you clothes, too. I knelt at the foot of the bed, lifted your boot and pulled it off, then the other. You tugged your bowtie and began undoing your shirt. I had looked forward to watching you undress, so I stood back against the wall as your jacket, then cummerbund were discarded. Your socks were next, you undid your trousers before standing up and taking them off. I joined in, taking off your shirt from where it was hanging around your shoulders, then told you to take off your underwear.

You still look good naked. You never were over muscled, but never had any excess chubbiness either. Toned, that’s it, and tanned. And big. I’m bringing a tape measure next time. Hard at that moment, too. I should have realised you would be, I was so hot after all. I had been taken care of, but you must still have been needing some attention.

You sat back down, and said something like, “Now you”. I put my tiptoes onto your thigh and started rolling my stockings off my leg, leaning forward to put my chest close to your face. As the stocking came off my foot, I dropped it into your lap, making sure it fell onto your erection. Then the other one: Foot up, stocking down, drop on your dick. I stood up and turned around so I faced away from you. My feet were between yours, we were so close together. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my knickers and, keeping my legs straight, started to lower them. Slowly. As I bent forwards, I presented my bum to your face, only inches away. I imagined you looking as my pink moist lips came into view, framing the prize you’d have before the end of the evening. Then slowly back to upright, I turned back to face you again.

“Which reminds me,” you said, “The photos you said you took, what were they of?”

“Do you want me to show you now or later?” I asked.

Obviously you wanted now, so I took your hand and led you to the chair by the little table, sat you down and moved over to the bed. Seeing you watch me made me smile as well and before I carried on I had to kiss you, a deep full kiss. I stood in front of you and did a turn so that you could have a good look, before sitting on the hotel bed.

I plumped up the pillows against the headboard and rested back against them and closed my eyes. I touched my lips with the fingertips of my right hand, kissing them gently, then began to slowly stroke them over my chin and my neck to my breasts. I lightly circled my right nipple before caressing the whole of the breast slowly squeezing and rolling it in my hand. My fingers then carried on their journey down my body, over my flat stomach. I parted my legs a little and began to stroke between them. Having you watch me undress and touch myself had made me very excited. I slid my fingers over the bare skin where my pubes should be, then over my clitoris and into the wet hole waiting to be filled. When I had done this for the camera I had to keep stopping to set the timer, but imagining the things I was about to ask you to do to me had meant it was easy for me to reach an orgasm. In that room with you watching me, knowing the fantasy I was having was about to happen I knew I would come even quicker. I reached for my clitoris with my other hand, and started to masturbate for you. As the fingers of my left hand stroked and rubbed at my clitoris, I pushed in a second finger of my right. I eased them in for their whole length and then held them deeply inside me. I was thinking about how I had been masturbating for the last week, and wondered whether I would have the guts to ask you the third thing I had planned.

You sat silently watching as my left fingers became less gentle and less slow, wanking myself harder and faster as my climax built. I had imagined you watching me do this so often in the last few months that it didn’t surprise me that I came so quickly. In only a few minutes I was shouting out your name as I came. Then breathing heavily as I recovered.

“That’s what I have to do when we’re not alone together. It’s good, but not as good as you doing it!” I said as I looked over to where you were still sitting in the chair. Then you said something that made me like you even more than I did already:

“You look so good naked.”

I looked in your eyes, touched my wet fingers to your lips and asked you what you wanted me to do as you licked them to taste me.

“What’s your first thing, then?”

You told me, and stood up, taking me in your arms, and we felt the warmth, the smoothness of each other’s bodies, naked together for the first time in years. I turned so you had your back to the wall. I leant my body against yours, for the maximum contact and slid down you, rubbing my breasts down your chest, past your stomach, rubbing them either side of your achingly hard cock, using them to pull the skin back, until I was kneeling in front of you. I took your dick in my right hand, the first finger over the hole at the top, the middle finger hooked around the ridge, the next two around the top of the shaft, holding with my thumb. I started to kiss the base. Not little pecky kisses, but open mouthed, big wet kisses that left the base of your dick wet with my saliva. As I kissed and licked your shaft I felt the first beads of come ooze from the head and began to move my hand in circles, spreading the come around the shiny hard head. Eventually, when I reached the head with my lips I licked it all around, too, tasting your come for the first time. I realised I’d never had your cock inside any part of me. My mouth was watering but instead of swallowing I kept my mouth wet and opened to take your cock in there. Just the head, and began to move my lips back and forth over it, lubricated with my saliva.

I moved my hand to the bottom of your shaft, still wet from my kisses. I couldn’t quite reach all the way around so there was a gap between my fingertip and thumb but even so I started to stroke my hand over your skin in time with my mouth. Licking the sensitive underside made you gasp, so I did that more and tightened my grip, wanking you into my mouth. The feeling of you in my mouth was exciting. I’d only given you a hand job on the Night-Of-The-Honeybum, and I’ve often fantasised about doing this to you. Your taste is wonderful, a little salty, as you should be, but clean and fresh at the same time. My tongue slid easily over the tight skin of the head, and the rougher but still tight skin of the shaft. My lips felt the smoothness, interrupted by the contours of your veins as I slid you in and out of my mouth. More than the head, I was running my lips over two or three inches or so of the shaft, too, feeling your dick glide back against the roof of my mouth, not far enough to make me gag, but far enough to fill my mouth. Still I had more than enough of your big dick to hold with my hand, and wank in time with my sucking, wanting to make you come as hard as I had a moment ago when you fingered me.

When finally I felt your cock’s width expanding further and you told me you were going to come, I actually felt pride that I’d finally done this to you! I held your dick in front of me, kept moving my right hand up and down its full length. I looked up at you and saw you looking down at me. I thought you would be smiling, but, of course, you had that ‘about-to-come’ look on your face, so I said,

“Go on then, do what you said you want to do: Come on my face,” I still wanked your whole shaft holding it with both hands, stroking it and rubbing it up and down my face. I kept talking, knowing it was about to happen, knowing I was about to have your come all over me: “I’m going to wank you off all over my face, get your come all over my face. Come on me. Come all over me, all over my face. Come for me, come on my face. I’m going to make you come on my face. I know you want to. I want you to,”

And I did want you to. At that moment more than anything, I wanted to make you come on my face. I’d never really liked blow jobs, and always tried to avoid giving them, certainly avoiding getting come in my mouth or on me. But this was different. I was being your fantasy, that was what this was about. Once I had given myself over to being your fantasy, I found it all came easily and I was enjoying something that I’d never liked before.

I carried on holding your big hot cock against the smooth, soft virgin skin of my face, stroking it, moving your stretched foreskin up and down, not reaching the ridge, massaging the whole length and squeezing the top, wanting so much for you to violate my dignity by shooting your come onto my cheeks, my nose, my eyes. For you to get it in my hair, my mouth and across my chin. I wanted more than anything for that smooth, soft skin of my face to be covered in sticky, slimy come for the first time, your come.

“I want your come. Oh, god, I want you to come on me. I want you to come all over my face. I want it on me. I want it all over my face. I want you to make your come go all over me. Come on me. Come on me. Come on my face, all over my face,”

The first spurt took me by surprise, and I flinched away closing my eyes. I’d never had my face that close to a cock as it went off! Even so, your lovely come landed on my face.

Knowing that I was fulfilling one of your fantasies of me, being your fantasy of me, aroused me more. Knowing as well that I was giving myself to you so completely by doing something that only a few minutes ago I had thought would be disgusting, made me luxuriate in your orgasm and in the feel of your come splashing onto my face as your cock spasmed. I realised I was enjoying this as much as you. I reached down with my left hand and began to touch my own pink wet lips. Your come fell in rivulets across my face, one strand – the first – put its sudden hot wet path all the way from my chin, over my lips and right cheek, across my closed eye and my forehead into my hair, another splashed up the left side of my nose, over my eyebrow and onto my forehead, others I felt on my cheeks and my chin. All the time I was talking thanking you and begging for more,

“Yes, that’s it, come on me. Ah, yes, come on me, all over me. Keep coming, keep coming, I want it all on me, more, I want you to come all over me. Come on my face and my tits,” I wanted to name every part of my body, I wanted your come on my face, my stomach, my bum, my breasts. Everywhere.

“Come on me, don’t stop coming, keep coming, Oh yes, all over my face…,” until one strand left its trail across my open mouth, falling in, and instead of talking I swirled your come around in my mouth, tasting your delicious seed and then swallowing it, taking it inside. After five or six spurts the power behind your come started to diminish and I leant forwards and held your cock against my skin again so that, apart from the come that ran down my hand as I gently wanked the last of it out, it all went onto my face. It dripped from my chin in long, gooey strings onto my neck and breasts. I wiped your comey cock across my face to make sure I was as covered as I could be. I wiped it up my cheeks to my eyebrows, across my forehead and down over my closed left eye and back to my lips, smearing your thick cream as it went. Then I dragged your still stiff manhood down over my lips to my chin, licking and tasting it as it passed my mouth, sucking some more come in so I could swallow more of you. Then, still leaving its sticky trail, dragged your cock onto my neck and down between my breasts to wipe it through some of the come that had dripped there.

“Did you see?” I asked eagerly, hoping for your approval.

I felt your finger push your come away from my eye, so that I could open it and see your face beaming down at me.

“Was it good, did I do the talking right?”

“Fantastic,” you said, breathless, and as you put the finger with the come from my eye into my mouth, you told me: “Exactly how I hoped you would do it.”

“Cover my face, wipe it all over with your dick,” I said

You rubbed across my face with the full length of your dick like it was a windscreen wiper, making sure that every part of it, from my forehead all the way to my neck was wet with your come. Then you wiped the come off the shaft with my hair, getting come in that, too. I gave you encouragement “Wipe it all over. Yes, in my hair…” But then you smeared my lips with the come on the end of your dick and when you put the end in my mouth and I tasted the thick hot come that was still oozing from it, all I could do was groan and suck to get as much taste as I could, pathetically grateful for your come.

“I like coming on you. You seem to quite enjoy it, too.”

“I’d love to get your come on every bit of me. I like the idea that any time my husband kisses me, he’ll be kissing somewhere that your come has been spurted on or smeared on. I know you wanted to come on my face, but now you have can I swallow it, too?” Having tasted it, I wanted to eat it all.

“If you like.”

I took your dick from you and licked it clean, my tongue moving from the base to the head, then started to rub it on my face again, I could easily feel where most of your come was, it was warm and wet, some of it was still oozing downwards, I rubbed the head of your dick from those places towards my mouth, collecting as much come on the way and then sucking it off the end. As I stroked across my face again I swilled your come around in my mouth before swallowing it to make room for another mouthful. I can’t believe I did it, I never swallow. You gradually hardened again, and when I had rubbed your dick over most of my face and sucked most of your come off the end it was completely stiff again, so I put it in my mouth and ran my lips a few inches down the shaft ready to start again to make you come in my mouth this time, so I could swallow it all straight down. I leant forwards to see how much of your dick I could get in my mouth. I got more of it in than I’d had in my mouth before. As it butted against the entrance to my throat you stopped me.

“That’s enough of that,” You said, lifting my head, “It’s your turn. What depraved act do you want me to do?”

I swallowed, and got up from the floor and took the two or three steps needed to get to the bedside table. Opening it I took something out. I walked back to you, held my little body against yours and handed you a pot of honey. Echoing the prize you won from your drunken bet with me 3 years ago, I said, “I’d like you to lick this off me again”.  After putting my fingers into the pot and scooping up a handful of honey, I reached behind me and smeared it across my bottom, getting it into the creases under my buttocks and the crease between them.

You took me in your arms, smiling and laid me face down on the bed. I wiped my hands on the sheet and put them above my head and turned it to look to the side. While I did you must have put the pot down and walked to the foot of the bed because I felt you lightly encouraged my ankles apart.

You kissed them gently with your moist, soft lips, then, tenderly with just the tip of your tongue, traced a path up the back of my calf to my knee. You gave the backs of my knees big, wet, slow, open mouthed kisses, before resuming your tongue’s journey upward. The path of your lick led to the top of my thigh, the crease where it becomes my bottom. You lingered there for a while, tasting the first of the honey, licking and sucking my skin clean of the stickiness. Then you rose up, passed the soft flesh of my buttocks and started a new journey downward from the small of my back. Your body was to the side of me now, and this time instead of licking you gave my spine little lip kisses in a line straight down toward the top of the crease of my bum. With your hand you encouraged my legs apart. They willingly responded spreading wide, so wide you leant your weight your elbow on the bed between them, so wide that I felt my buttocks separate and my own moist lips part to allow easy access to the pleasures within.

Kissing the crease at the top of my buttocks, you took a particularly large blob of honey from my right buttock with your finger and smeared it down into the valley between my buttocks, wiping it over my bottom hole and then pushing it, along with your fingers into the other hole, hot and wet. You began licking the honey from my cheeks in earnest as I gasped at the welcome intrusion. I desparately wanted your tongue and lips on my holes, but you teased and licked and sucked and nibbled at my cheeks until there was no trace of honey, except between the two globes of my bottom and on the holes that so keenly wanted the attention. Your fingers moved inside me only a little, massaging the walls only gently, not allowing me to come.

Then you kissed again at the top of the valley between and your tongue started to lick downward, slowly, cleaning away the honey as it went. As you reached my bumhole, you licked circles around it, spiralling slowly inward until you reached the centre, when you closed your lips over as large an area as you could. The thrill of your mouth over my bottom hole, your tongue flicking against the tight opening, and the heat of you made me realise how close to coming I was, but I knew you weren’t finished with this yet, and I wanted it to go on for ever.

You pushed my thighs even wider apart to get your body onto the bed between them, knees on the floor and pushed your mouth more firmly into my bottom. I could feel your chin pushing your fingers forward, still embedded in me, now being made to press against the front of my tunnel. I could feel your nose pressed right into the middle of my bum, both chin and nose moving as you licked and sucked at my bottom hole. The licking became more directed and insistent as it pressed at the hole, eventually working your tongue into the hole, deeper and deeper. This was new. You didn’t do this last time. It was a feeling like no other and as your saliva and honey lubricated tongue thrust in and out of my bottom. I remember I had an image of your cock in my bum instead of your tongue and I could hold off my orgasm no longer. The gasps that had accompanied each thrust of your tongue became moans and shouts as you fulfilled my first fantasy.

Through my climax I asked for my second thing: “I want you to fuck me and come in me. I want your come inside me!” You weren’t to know, but I’m not on the pill. No-one before had come in me without wearing anything, not even my husband and apart from your come that I’d swallowed a few minutes before, not even in my mouth. This would be the first time I’d had a naked cock inside me or let anyone come in me, the first time anyone’s come had flowed into me, my first time without any contraception at all.

My bum was already in the air. The bed sank down with your weight as you knelt between my shins. Then with the last of my climax still subsiding I felt you nudging your cockhead between my wet, puffy lips, still slightly sticky with honey. I remember telling you again, “Fuck me.” Opening them, pushing between them, the big head of your big dick eased into me. Slowly pushing your whole length inside, I felt your naked cock filling me from behind, your bare skin within mine, completing me. “Ah, yes,” Then out again, the whole way, leaving me empty, just feeling the tip between my lips, still, before you pushed back in. I reached behind me, putting the palm of my hand between my bum cheeks and rested my first two fingers on your cock as you pushed its full length in and out, feeling the naked skin as it entered me and feeling the same wet skin as it left me empty. Your pubes tickled my honeybum at the depth of each thrust. The underside of your cock stroked the tip of my clitoris with its full length in and out. I was in heaven as you maintained the high plateau of my last climax, building me towards the next. Your hands held my hips as your thrusts became more forceful. You thrust forwards and pulled me backwards over and over. Then eased up a little. Instead of pounding in and out you began to move your cock in circles as if you were stirring my insides. The sensation in me changed completely, keeping only the full feeling, your balls squeezed my clitoris as your pressure passed that point in the cycle, taking me closer still to my next orgasm. Your right hand moved from my hip to the middle of my back, not pushing down, just stopping me getting up. It slid down my sweaty back to the top of my bum, and, pushing my hand aside it rested between my cheeks, on my anus. Your dick’s circling motion stopped, to be replaced by the circling motion of your fingers at my bum. Slowly your fingers softened my resistance again and you pushed them inside me. I arched my back, pushing up to take as much length in my bum as I could, then quite suddenly the orgasm burst over me again. I shouted about how I was coming again, how much I liked your cock in me and how much I liked your fingers in my bum. I shouted over and over, and I meant every word.

You took your lovely big cock out of me along with your fingers, and for a moment I thought you might put your cock in my bum, but instead you rolled me onto my back. I think I was a little disappointed, but you were doing as you had been asked, you were going to come in me. My legs fell open and you climbed on top of me, pressing your mouth to mine, I returned your kiss eagerly, wanting you inside me again, to take my empty feeling away. Wanting you to fill me with your cock and then your come.

I wrapped my legs around you and put my hands behind your hips as you guided your cock into me again, making my wish come true. I felt your balls rest against my anus, so recently filled with your fingers. When you were all the way inside me, you rested some of your weight on my wide open thighs and started your circling again. My hot and sensitive insides responded, lifting me. I closed my eyes and, between panting enjoyed the feelings you were giving me. You began moving in and out of me, not the whole way this time, just a few inches back and forward. I met your movement with my own, making you sigh a little, too. Still kissing, our bodies pressed together, I knew my fantasy would soon be fulfilled.

When you said you were going to come, I started talking to you again, like you had asked me to when you came on my face, “Oh, yes, come. Fuck me and come in me,” I begged, “Come in me, I want your come in me. Fuck me, get your come deep inside me. Fuck me. I want to feel your great big cock pump all your come in me, I want to feel you come. Come on, fill me with your come. Fuck me, fuck me. Come in me, come in my cunt, fill me with it. Ah, yes…”

You pulled yourself onto my hips burying your dick in me. it seemed deeper than it had been before, if that were possible. Your weight, pushing my pelvis toward my head, rolled my hips so that my thighs were by my sides, my knees in my armpits. My buttocks spread so that your balls pushed up against my bumhole, still wet from your mouth and my dripping wet excitement, and you held yourself there, no longer thrusting into me. I wish I’d had my eyes open to see your face, but I was coming again, too, as I felt your cock pumping your come into me so hard I could feel it open my hole further as your shaft widened with each pulse, filling my hole. Filling me, shooting your come deep into me. Fulfilling another of my fantasies of you. I was shouting again, but felt your open mouth cover mine and I breathed into you as your lips muffled my cries, gasping over and over as we came.

Each time either of us moved it set off oversensitive spasms of climax, so we stayed like that for a while, allowing our joint orgasm to subside, my little body trapped under you, impaled on your big cock, pinned to the bed, held down by your weight, owned by you and full of your lovely come.

As we lay together I knew I had to ask for the third thing I’d planned. I had thought I would chicken out and ask for something else, but with the feel of your dick still inside me after our orgasm, I knew I had to ask. I have fantasised about it since the first honeybum night, but never thought that I’d ask you to make it real. Even so, while you’d spent the last week trying not to wank over my photos, I had spent the last week ‘practising’ for this but I could barely believe I heard myself quietly say:

“I want to see if you can get your whole hand in me.”

Without a word you rolled your weight off me, rolling me with you until we were laying on our sides, you on your left, me on my right. In this position your cock couldn’t stay in me any longer and I felt it pull its way out and flop up against my stomach. It felt warm and slick, but mostly, although it wasn’t as hard as it had been, it still felt so big, resting against my stomach, wet with our combined fluids the top nudged right up against my bottom ribs. I put my left hand around it, just to hold it. Face to face, you put one hand behind my head and pulled my mouth to yours. I tasted honey, and was suddenly very aware that smears of your come must still cover most of my face and be in my hair. I thought again of the lovely taste of your come while I tasted your mouth. I felt the fingertips of your right hand stroke downward across my cleanshaven pubic area and then between my lips. I opened my legs so that one was left flat against the bed and the other pointed the knee to the ceiling. Still pressing my mouth to yours, you slid two fingers inside me. You fingered me quite gently for a minute or two then stroked your wet fingers around the outside my lips and clitoris, then back into me. You did this a few times, scooping our juices from inside me to deliver them onto my lips and over my wet, hot hole. Then three fingers were inside me. You didn’t have to work up to them, you seemed to know that I was excited enough to manage them without it hurting. This is as much as my husband has ever had in me. He seems to try all the time to get a fourth and never succeeds. I’ve never asked him, or wanted him to try. I think it’s an idea that turns him on. I’m so pleased it was you that eased your little finger into me. I moaned into your mouth a little as, with every inward stroke, you managed to penetrate me more. I could feel the stretch a little, it didn’t hurt but I hadn’t expected it to yet. Soon I had to break off our kiss as I gasped “Oh, God,” and began to breath more deeply when you began to stretch my little hole wider as your fingers, becoming deeper in me, spread closer to the knuckle. I knew your hand would be bigger than mine, and was prepared for the fact that this might be a little uncomfortable and as your fingers got deeper and your knuckles opened me ever wider I found I had been right.

I rolled onto my back, allowing the leg that had been pointing up to fall almost to the bed as well. That seemed to help and the different angle meant that now your hand stretched me more front to back than side to side. That seemed easier, too.

“That feels good.” I said, partly because it was true and partly because I didn’t want you to lose your nerve when it did start to hurt. Your fingers kept gently thrusting into my body, making wetter and wetter sloppy sounds as my flesh relaxed and my juices and some of your come squeezed out with you.

“Don’t let me come until your whole hand is in.” I said, reaching for your cock, still only half hard after fucking me. I tried to wank it but because it wasn’t hard enough and I was at a bad angle I couldn’t get a rhythm like you, so I just held it again, instead.

I noticed your fingers pushing in a different direction, not into me but back towards my bum, then rest, then towards my bum again. I didn’t realise what you were doing but it felt good so I told you, and you picked that moment to twist your hand and push it in past the knuckle, so that the top part of the palm of your hand was inside me. I felt a stab of pain as your knuckles opened me wide and then it disappeared even though your palm isn’t that much narrower. Your thumb pressed onto my clitoris and when you pushed downwards towards my bum again, establishing a rhythm that slowly stretched me open, the thumb rubbed my clitoris and suddenly I was in danger of coming again. “Stop stop, wait.” I said. I took a few deep breaths and told you to carry on, but as soon as your thumb touched it again, I had to tell you to stop, “I’m going to come if you touch me there again. I don’t want to come until it’s all in.”

“I don’t want to rush it. I’ve done this before and it can hurt. Don’t worry, if you come, I’ll just carry on.”

“It hurts a bit already,” I answered. Then I felt your hand begin to gently move in circles, pulling my pelvis with it, stretching my hole, open for you in a way it had never been open for my husband.

There was another small jolt of pain as you pressed your thumb in and it widened me still more. This time the pain didn’t go away. All four of your fingers, your thumb and the palm of your hand pushed down and slowly in.

I felt tears running from my eyes as your hand stretched me wider and deeper. Your slow but relentless assault hurt but felt so good at the same time. There was a sudden change and I felt incredibly stretched and then full. I knew that your hand was inside me and my hole was contracting again to hug your wrist tightly. As my hole closed around your wrist, narrower than your hand, I stopped concentrating on the pain of the stretch and felt instead the fullness within me. My hips had between them something larger and more intrusive than ever, pushing everything else out of the way. I let out a cry, the kind I only do when I come, because although I wasn’t coming I felt that same deep satisfaction from my over-stretched, over-filled body. The stretching pain was replaced by another sensation, a deep need to come.

I begged, “OK, now you can make me come. Oh fuck, please make me come.”

Very slowly, and with just the same relentlessness as before you pulled on your hand. My hole began to stretch again, to let your hand out. Wider and wider around your knuckles, then when you reached the widest part, you plunged your hand back in, taking my breath away. Then again, wider and shallower before your hand being swallowed deeply into me.

I know I was talking again, I know I was telling you how good it felt and how much I wanted to come. I only know because when you took your hand all the way out I stopped. I can’t remember the words because all that mattered to me was what was happening between my legs, what you were doing to me. For a moment I couldn’t believe you had stopped handfucking me, then as you forced your hand back in, all in one go I realised that you hadn’t stopped – you had only just started.

I was lost for words now as your hand violated me, in and out, wrist to pointed fingertips widening me over your knuckles each time your hand went one way or the other, twisting, deeply penetrating then leaving me empty. Your hand thrust the whole way. I couldn’t speak, only gasp and moan. I was so close to coming, that deep need seeming to grow every time your hand speared into me, but I couldn’t seem to finish. The tears carried on flowing from my eyes, I can’t tell you how much it hurt, but I wanted it to never stop.

Then your hand rested in me, deeper perhaps than at first and I felt my insides change, couldn’t understand how, but then realised you had closed your hand into a fist. I felt so much fuller than when I had been doing this to myself. I could feel the shape of your hand from the inside as you pulled it outward, each knuckle putting an exquisite pressure on my stretching hole. Then each time you pushed your hand inward the knuckles traced deep ridges on the inner surface of my hole, deeper and deeper, filling me so that I thought I would either burst into an orgasm or tear in two, nevertheless I just wanted more of you inside me. I drew my knees up and stretched my legs out to my sides like I was having a baby to open my thighs as wide as I could to give you as much access as possible and held my legs apart with my hands, one on each thigh, my right hand next to your hard cock, resting against my thigh.

“Oh, God,” I gasped, “Why haven’t I come?” I couldn’t understand it. I’d never felt this good without coming before, not even close, but I wasn’t coming. I could feel your hand turning and moving and pushing inside me and each sensation felt as good as coming, but it wasn’t happening.

I remember rocking my hips up toward you to make your hand go deeper in me as you pushed. I have a humiliating image of me lying on the bed with my legs spread as wide as I can get them for you, your big hard cock resting on my thigh while your right hand is buried inside me up to my stomach. You’re pushing over and over into me with your fist and I’m rocking my whole body- fucking up to it. I’m going to masturbate with that image quite alot!

“Deeper. Put it deeper. Deep as you can.” I begged. I wanted as much of you inside me as you could get. Your wrist started to pull my lips in as you began trying for more depth. I moved my hands up my thighs and, when you drew your hand outwards the next time, I held onto my lips, spreading them with my fingers, opening my entrance for you. Your wet wrist stuck out from my wetter hole, each time I raised my head and looked I could see less and less of your arm as more of it disappeared inside me with each slow, forceful push. I could feel your hand moving inside, farther into me as your weight pressed it deeper then relaxed allowing the elasticity of my cunt – no point calling it anything else at that moment – to contract, pushing you outwards, then your weight stretching me inside again. I watched unable to believe what I could see and feel. My hand, so much smaller than yours, hadn’t got anything like as deep. Through the haze I remember seeing perhaps only half your arm sticking out of me at the bottom of each invasion, the rest being driven inside me by your strength. Over and over you shoved your hand in against my body’s overwhelmed resistance, pulling so that you stretched my hole wide open with your knuckles then all the way back in, following your hand with half your arm. Suddenly as I watched myself being impaled over and over on your arm, the orgasm happened.

I think I must have fainted. I just remember intense pleasure and my whole body in spasm, I don’t know how long but as the fog lifted I was still shouting. I found my hands out to either side of me gripping the sheets. I felt my legs tightly held together around the bit of your arm that wasn’t in me, trapping your hand in my pelvis and stomach as they carried on spasming. Both my thighs were wet where I had squirted my come.

You kept moving your hand, ever so slightly like you were drumming your fingers inside me, but that was all it took to keep me coming, on and on. I tried to open my legs to give you more room to handfuck me again, that was all I wanted, for it all to happen again. But every time I tried to relax even a bit, it would set off more spasms tightening them together again. I didn’t know until you told me later that you kept that going for as long as you did. It didn’t feel like ten minutes. I can’t decide whether it felt like seconds or my whole life. Both I expect. I want to feel like that again.

When I started to say thank you, you kissed me on the mouth to stop me. Perhaps I was babbling a little. I lay there with my arms still outstretched as your kisses began to move down to my neck, then my breasts. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the sensation of your lips on my skin, your tongue around my nipple. Your hot mouth carried on its journey down eventually licking over the newly hairless area above my clitoris. You began to lick the skin still stretched around your wrist to soothe it as you slowly and exquisitely began to ease your hand from my violated hole. It had to stretch again to allow your hand out, then it closed over your fingertips and suddenly I was empty. It was a funny kind of empty, not the same emptiness that you feel when you’ve been fucked, but an empty that came with an untold satisfaction rather than the anticlimax and disappointment that I usually get after my husband has had a quick shag. Even though your hand wasn’t inside me any more I still felt it.

My hips rose up to meet your mouth, still licking around my abused hole. You responded by putting your hand under me to cup my bottom and helped me lift to your mouth. As you sucked my clitoris I felt your thumb rub into the valley between the cheeks of my bottom, then come to rest on my bumhole. A few moments more, and you pressed it, not to get it in, just to work at the resistance. You massaged in circles easing the tension quickly away before pressing it in. I deliberately relaxed and felt my anus open to allow your thumb in but the reflex took over and gripped, but it was too late and after accommodating your hand my pelvic floor was so loose you just pushed your thumb quickly all the way in. When it was in you started to roll your hand and your thumb, of course, moved with it. I relaxed almost straight away and began to enjoy the feeling of having you in my bum again. You replaced your thumb with a couple of fingers, penetrating me a little deeper and a little wider, and kept the rolling rhythm in time with your sucking pulls on my clitoris. All I could do was lay there with my eyes closed, still in the afterglow of your handfuck and being kept very happy by your attentions.

“Time for my second thing.”

I had been so caught up I had used all three of my choices, I had come I don’t know how many times and you had only used up one choice! I have to admit the idea of doing something for you, being used by you, is very exciting and I was suddenly eager to be your toy again.

“Lay on your side,” then as I started to you added, “No, face away from me. That’s it.” I was on my left side. I felt my buttocks separate as you lifted the right one and your fingers easily buried themselves back in my bowels. You laid on your side behind me leaning a little weight against me and said, quietly because your mouth was so close to my ear, “Ever since I licked honey from your bum, I’ve wanted to fuck you there, is that OK?”

“Anything. You can have anything you want.” That offer stands.

I felt your fingers leave me and then, almost straight away I felt something bigger pressing against my anus. It was wet, so I guess you had lubricated it somehow. As you pressed harder, My bottom yielded to the pressure and your cock slipped inside. Just the head at first and as I gave up my anal virginity my muscles tightened in a wide circle around the base of the head. The stab of pain that had accompanied the initial entry passed quickly and I relaxed and apologised. “I’m sorry. Another first for me,”

“Don’t apologise, it’s not unusual. There’s nothing to be scared about. I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.” And with you there I wasn’t scared. I think I realised that if I could take your hand in one hole, I could take your dick in the other. Still it was tight as you started to press it deeper into my accommodating bowels. I reached behind and placed the flat of my hand on the front of your hip, next to the thick base of your cock, partly to be able to slow you down if I needed to and partly to see how far you had left to go. It seemed to be alot, but the more we managed to get inside the less uncomfortable and more sexy it felt. It was completely different to having you in my cunt, but felt better and better until I had to move my hand away so that you could push home the last bit.

I know how big your dick is and I couldn’t believe that it had all gone in so easily.

You asked me, “You OK?”

“Better than that! It doesn’t hurt at all.” You put your hand on top of my hip and pulled slightly at the same time as leaning your weight through your pelvis into mine. The extra depth felt good but even so I said, “Start gently. I haven’t been fucked in there before.”

I had to agree when you said “Ah, that feels good.” You started to move your dick in and out an inch or so, quite slowly and gently and I bent forwards at the hip to present my bum to you more easily.

I felt I wanted to come quite soon after you began. The slow easy fuck, with your dick staying mostly buried in me, only moving a little was the perfect follow on from the frenzied hard handfuck of a moment before, but was still more intense than anything I had experienced before this evening. I put my hand on the hairless triangle above my clitoris and stroked the bud below in time with the penetration of your dick as you robbed me beautifully of my anal virginity. I began to regret never letting this happen before. I won’t pretend I enjoyed it as much as proper sex, but it was at least as good as being licked.

A thought occurred to me and I asked, “Are you going to come in me, or take it out and come on my bum?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” you answered, “Inside you, although your bum would look great with my come on it. Are you OK with me coming in it?”

“I told you, you can do it exactly the way you want to.” Secretly pleased, I do want you to come on my bum, but just then I wanted your come to fill me again.

You moved. I was so comfortable with you laying behind me, the two of us spooned together with your dick inside me, where it shouldn’t be. Then you moved. You pushed my top leg up just a little, and rolled me a bit farther forward before straightening out my lower leg. You knelt astride it with your lovely cock still as deeply embedded. Your thighs sandwiched me, one against my back, one against my stomach, putting pressure on my clitoris and lips. You put your hand between and, as you started the short fucking rhythm again, you were stroking me toward an orgasm in perfect time to the new sensations from behind. I was just as comfortable, and told you how good it felt to have you in me.

You leaned forwards so that, even though you were fucking my bum, almost from behind me, you could kiss me on the mouth. As you did, the pressure on my anus and in my rectum changed completely and I was past the point of no return, my orgasm was on it’s way. I felt it build as you kissed me, then when your mouth left mine I had time to blurt out “I’m going to come,” and started. The spasms overcame me and my body twitched and shook as I yelled and called out. It wasn’t anything like any orgasm I’d had before. My climax and my body both seemed focussed completely on the hard invader in my bottom, all the spasms and surges seemed to come from it, twisting around it. It felt as big as my whole body or as hot as fire or as solid and safe as can be. Then, as it subsided I found I still felt that my body was defined by what you were sticking in it, by its relationship to the big dick shoved where no dick should be, so when you told me you were coming, too, I felt every detail: my bumhole expanding as more blood rushed to the invader, then felt it twitch and jerk around inside me and pull against the strong muscles of my anus as the jets of come spurted against my insides over and over. I felt I experienced your orgasm as much as you did. Then after my poor bum had been pulled around by your shaft and my insides had been soaked in your come, you were finished and you rested on the bed behind me again.

My fantasies kept going through my head as we lay there with your dick still inside me, as if reminding me that it wasn’t a fantasy anymore but a memory. You had been everything I’d hoped you would be, and you’d told me the same. I was satisfied in a way I had never been before. Then I realised you had so far asked to come on my face and fuck my bum- just two of your things, so I asked, in a breathless whisper, what you wanted me to do next.

You told me and I said, “Promise me we’ll do all this again.”

So here is your third thing. As requested, a description of what we did. I wish your third thing had been another depraved way for you to use my body as your willing toy. I wish I’d asked for four things or five, so that I could make you do it all again and you could help me live out my other fantasies of you from the last 3 years!

But just so you know its not just post orgasmic pillow talk: Promise me we’ll do all that again, each and every bit of it, and more things, too?

Come Softly To Me, And Do As I Say. On dominance, submission (and kittens)

Since an awful piece of fan-fiction got a little out of hand, there is, in pop-culture, a rather one dimensional idea of the relationship between Doms and subs. All relationships are different, of course, and I can only speak of my own opinions, so bear that in mind as I go on.

Unfortunately, too many boys think being a Dom is about bossing someone around, getting what they want. But the relationship should not, as pop-culture might lead people to believe, be one of sexual aggression, be disrespectful, or objectify women. Some women may be aroused by being the object of abuse, and that’s fine if that’s what they want. But that is not how a sub is treated by her Dom.

It is also not solely sexual. Far from it. I’d go so far as to say it isn’t even primarily sexual, just that the sexual side of it is the most obvious, visual side.

It’s more than that. It’s quite old fashioned in the manner that one partner takes charge, takes responsibility. In doing so he relieves a girl of her concerns, her worries. She knows he has taken care of life’s bothers: the bills, the decisions about utility providers, the humdrum. By taking responsibility he frees her of those concerns to express her Self. She finds her pleasure from pleasing him, just as he finds his from looking after her. This is not the aggressive, asymmetrical relationship that the short attention spans of pop-culture portray. This is a deep loving, trusting bond.

A truly dominant man wants to protect and respect his girl. She wants to know she’s desired and safe. Freed to be feminine, to be a purer expression of her character. If you don’t respect and care for your girl, let her know you desire her, appreciate her, want her, why would she stay? In turn she will have a real need and desire to make him happy.

This relationship is not childlike though. Taking care of someone, taking responsibility, trusting, loving and pleasing each other is the fundamental core of every functional relationship. The D/s couple merely distills and purifies this core to its essence.

She gives her submission, and he treasures her. He ensures she wants to stay by demanding what she wants to give, but maybe too shy to admit, even to herself. She gives what he demands, because she knows he would never demand something of her she cannot give.

She wants to relent and give him control of her. Mentally, emotionally and physically. To have control, he must have all three and her submission must be total. And in this totality, this ceases to be about sex, and becomes about life.

Sadly, it’s just that the sex, the pictures of girls in collars, or having their hair pulled, wrists bound, or bottoms spanked are so much easier to stick on the internet and describe in third rate vampire fan fiction.

Just A Drink

The story of two childhood sweethearts meeting up for an evening after six years.

This is the whole story, written in its original first person.
I’d be interested to hear which perspective you think works better.

As soon as we were in her hotel room I steered Lindsay’s back to the wall and, taking both her hands in my left hand, I held them above her head against the wall. The anticipation of being with her had given me a hard on, she was moaning into our kiss too, just as excited as me. She let her head fall back exposing her neck. I kissed it wetly, then as my breath cooled the moisture left on her neck by my lips, I unbuttoned and tugged at her trousers. She wiggled her hips to help, and trousers and knickers fell to her smooth calves, enabling her to step out. I let go of her hands above her head and with one hand lifted her shirt off. Lindsay ducked a little so I didn’t have to reach too far up, as she did I pushed suddenly, but gently, down on her shoulder with my other hand and she found herself on her knees at my feet.

Lindsay reached forwards, opening my trousers, and with one move pulled them to my ankles. I took off my shirt and from the ankles up I was as naked as her. She started to run her hand upwards along the shaft of my dick. Hard for some time now, as she squeezed it, a little pre-come oozed from the top. She leant forwards and licked it away, before taking the head into her mouth. I felt its warmth surround me, and her sucking begin, drawing her head back at the same time, I popped out of her mouth, the suction making a noise. She rose up again, retaking me into her mouth. Unable to take a step, I leant forwards against the wall, sandwiching her between me and it. Her tongue circled around the head, contained fully in her mouth, her saliva making me wet. As she moved her lips over the tight skin of the head, the same saliva ran down the shaft toward her hand, making me cold in the air. Opening her mouth to engulf the head, She took me deep into her mouth, gliding her lips wetly up and down the shaft as the head slid back and forth along the roof of her mouth, the underside being licked warmly by her tongue. Over and over, it wasn’t long before the need to come reached a peak and I let out a groan.

“I want to come on your face. Make me come on your face.” I told her. Even so she took the first string of come in her mouth, a little remaining on her lower lip, but as soon as she realised I was coming, she let go of the base with both hands, and let me fall from her mouth. With nothing holding my cock, each spurt of come splashed onto a different part of her face or into her hair as my cock twitched in front of her with each spasm of climax. Without much space between us the head of my dick brushed against her as it twitched leaving thick smears on her cheeks and chin. Most of my come landed on Lindsay’s face and her breasts, and the rest lazily dribbled down the shaft onto my balls.

I was horny as hell when I’d met up with her in the bar. I suppose you always are when you meet old girlfriends who you still fancy. You always plan to shag them, but politeness takes over and you end up having a civilised drink instead. Lindsay was different. She was fourteen when I’d started going out with her, I was sixteen. We had fucked, of course, (I got her cherry) and there had been the occasional blow job, but nothing else. She had been too young and not really known about all the possibilities, I hadn’t pushed the point because, well I was young too, and thought I was lucky as hell to be able to fuck her a couple of times a day – more at weekends – three weeks in four. We got pissed and started flirting and talking about how things had been. I told her there were so many things I felt I’d never got to do with her and what a disappointment that was. When she offered in the pub to make it up to me for the lost opportunities, to do anything I wanted, so long as I’d wanted to do it six years before when we were going out, I hadn’t hesitated. Who would.

“Come over here,” I said, and pulled her by the arm to the bed. She giggled as she kicked her knickers from their place around her ankles, and did as she was told. I laid her on her back across the bed.

“Masterbate,” I told her. She smiled and closed her eyes. Spreading her legs wide for me to watch, she reached between her thighs with her hand and started to stroke her clitoris. I climbed on the bed as well, making her open her eyes to see what I was doing. I sat on the pillows to the left side of her knees. I had an easy view as she spread her juices between her lips, lubricating herself and then using the lack of friction to glide quickly up and down her hard clitoris.

She looked too appetising to just watch, so I moved to lick at the wetness, pushing her hand to one side.

She pushed her hips upward to meet my mouth, and put her hand on the back of my head. I licked inside her, pushing my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could, tasting. Then began to lick back and forth across her clitoris, sucking on it and her wet hole, as she ground my head between her legs. She became firmer and more insistent, so I responded sucking harder and licking faster until she tensed, pushing up to my mouth while pressing my head down against her as she came hard onto my mouth.

She shouted, “Yes! Oh, fuck yes. Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

I tightened my grip on her arse and held her against my face as I carried on licking as hard as before.

As I carried on making her come, she carried on shouting, “Oh, God, stop! Oh, fuck I’m coming, stop. Oh, fuck it hurts. Yes, Oh fuck, yes!” As she slowed and quietened, I released her breathless little body.

“You bastard! I haven’t come that hard for ages,” she said giggling.

“You’ve still got my come on your face,” I said, smiling. As she started to wipe it off, I said “No, leave it. It’s kind of sexy,”

“Doesn’t it look a bit slutty?” She asked.

“Yes, That too, but I want it there for what the next thing.”

“There’s more?”

“You said I could do all the things I fantasised about when we were seeing each other. I thought I’d better do them all now, I don’t know when I’ll get another chance! I want you to give me another blow job. But this time I want to put my dick all the way in your mouth. I want your face pressed up against me.”

“But your dick would have to go right through my mouth and into my throat!”

“That’s right. Linz, I want to put my dick all the way in, so it goes in your neck. I want to fuck your face. Sometimes when I fantasise I think of it as fucking your mouth or fucking your throat, or even your neck. But really it’s fucking your face. I’ve always wanted to fuck your face and come with my dick right down your throat.” Shit. She looked shocked. I realised I’d chanced it too far. “I’m sorry Linz, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

I got up off the bed and turned to get dressed and leave.

“Don’t go.” She said. “Stay. It’s just that no-one ever did that to me before. I’ve never had a cock in my throat. I remember you trying to get your dick as far in my mouth as you could whenever I sucked you off, but I didn’t realise how far you were trying! You can do it.”

She got off the bed, came to where I was standing and knelt on the floor in front of me again. She held my half limp cock in her hand, licked it all over and took the head into her warm mouth and closed her lips around it. She began to move her head back away from me, so that less of my increasingly hard dick was in her mouth, then moved toward me again. Over and over, each time trying to take more into her lovely soft mouth. She put her hands behind me and, holding my arse, started to pull my hips toward her face to get more depth. There were still four, maybe five inches to go when, after a few minutes of trying to get all of my dick into her she leant back away, allowing it to come out.

“I can’t get it all in, I keep gagging when it gets to the back of my mouth”

“Oh, well, never mind. That was great anyway. We could just do that.”

“No, I said you could use me any way you wanted and you said you wanted it in my throat. You try to get it in, come over here and fuck my mouth,”


She sat with her back to the wall. She lifted her knees up and spread her feet apart. As I followed her she put her hand on my hip positioning me so that my feet were between hers, my knees keeping hers apart. She rested her head back against the wall, so that she couldn’t flinch away and took my dick in her right hand. As she put the end to her lips she looked up at me, laughed and said, “Fuck my head against the wall.”

As I leant forwards and put my crossed arms on the wall, resting my forehead on them. Lindsay guided my dick into her mouth. She kept her lips closed around it, letting me feel it go in. She pressed upwards with her tongue, squeezing my dick between it and the roof of her mouth. Farther and farther in until I reached the back of her mouth. I began to draw back and looked down to watch as I established a rhythm. Lindsay sat with her legs forced apart by mine, her left arm was reaching between my thighs and up to cradle my right cheek. Each time I moved into her, she would pull to get me in as far as she could, even when the end of my dick hit the back of her throat she pulled. Her other hand was between her own thighs some fingers were inside her and her thumb was working slowly up and down her clitoris in time with my rhythm. Her eyes were closed and her head was still pinned against the wall so that she had no chance of retreat as she pushed my dick to the back of her neck. She made quiet little groaning and moaning sounds that gradually replaced the occasional slight gagging noise. By the look of her, you would swear she was in heaven.

When she hadn’t made the gagging noise for a few minutes I started to speed up my rhythm and become more forceful in my movements. I wanted to fuck her throat, not make love to her mouth after all. She made muffled “Ugh!” noises each time my cock hit the back of her mouth. The hand she had between her legs kept pace with me, until she opened her eyes and saw that even when I was filling her mouth completely there was still three or four inches left outside her mouth, it was only an inch or so less than before.

She suddenly stopped and pushed me away. “It’s not all the way in.”

“I can’t get past the angle of your throat, I’m fucking your mouth, It’s fine.” I answered.

“I don’t want fine, I want to be the best blow-job you ever had. Fuck harder, force it if you have to.”

She put her head against the wall again and held my dick to her open mouth and I slid it in. At the back of her mouth I shoved hard and hit the back of her throat, but still my dick wasn’t tipping down into her neck but up. I tried a few more times. As I hit the back the “ugh” noises she had been making before sounded more like “ow” noises, but muffled. Each time I hit the back with more of a lead up to get a bit of speed, but each time it wouldn’t dip into her neck.

On the last time her jaw reflexively closed around my cock and she bit a little.

“Oh, shit,” she said as I took my cock out and saw the teeth marks three inches from the base, “I’m so sorry!” She giggled. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make it up to you over and over, and now you won’t feel guilty if I get a bit hurt along the way. Here,” She laid on the bed, on her back, and let her head hang over the side, straightening the line from her mouth to her stomach. “Try it with me like this. Push your dick all the way in and fuck my face like you want to,” I knelt by the bed and put my stiff, aching cock to her lips and pushed forwards. In a single movement I slid back into her mouth to her open throat and into her neck. I could see her gullet thicken as my cock invaded it, penetrating her deeper than before. Lindsay gagged and choked. I thought she was going to puke. I moved quickly back out as she caught her breath. A moment passed and she said, in a slightly croaky voice, “Do it again. Don’t worry about me, it doesn’t matter if I gag a bit – I’ll be OK. Try again, push it all the way in and fuck my mouth till you come. Push your dick right into me. I want you to fuck my face until you come with your dick right down my throat- come in my neck, the way you wanted to.” I must have looked reserved because she saw and demanded. “Fuck my face hard like it’s a fucking cunt!” She was really into the whole thing and hell knows I was, too.

So I did it. As I fed my dick back into her willing mouth, she began to gag when I got into her throat again, but she was right, it passed and she was OK. So I eased more into her and watched as her gullet thickened again, and saw the bulge moving down her neck as my cock stretched more and more of her throat. I could feel her breath from her nose against my balls. She seemed to panic a little as I reached my depth and the pressure of my pubes against her chin opened her mouth a little more, but I kept the whole length of my rigid cock in her and said a few reassuring things until she calmed, then began to move in very short strokes back and forth, establishing a rhythm, then lengthening the stroke. She didn’t try to keep her lips closed around my cock this time, she just let her mouth hang open and let me fuck her.

She reached behind me with her right hand and held around my waist, letting me know she was still into what I was doing. I looked down the length of her young body, laid out in front of me. Her firm little breasts above the flat stomach, stretched out as she was leant back over the edge of the bed, then her neatly trimmed cunt before lastly her smooth, beautiful legs. As I looked, she reached with her left hand to her clitoris and began to masturbate again. First running her fingers over her stiff clitoris, then reaching into her wet hole, one finger then two, going in dry but becoming wetter and wetter each time they slipped out before being plunged back in. She fingered herself in time to the movement in her mouth. My dick had been filling her mouth entirely since she had swallowed back her gagging, my movements had only emptied and filled her throat, over and over. I could see her in the bedroom mirror opposite me, her thighs fallen far apart. I watched as she reached behind and under herself with the hand she had been fingering herself with, and pressed two of her well juiced fingers to her arsehole. Pushing both inside at once, she gave a moan of pleasure, giving muffled vibrations around my cock deeply embedded in her larynx, before taking her right hand from my back and pushing the first three fingers of it into her now vacant pussy. As her fingers disappeared to the knuckle in her arse and her cunt, I reached down to cradle the back of her neck with my own hand. As she became faster and stronger with her masturbating, I matched it with my throat-fucking. Eventually I was taking so much of my dick out of her mouth on each thrust that the ridge at the base of the head was catching on the inside of her teeth before the whole length invaded the depths of her accommodating throat. I fucked Lin’s face as if I was between her legs, losing all regard for her comfort as I watched her fingers working in and out of the two holes that my dick was neglecting.

I pushed in as far as I could when finally I came, shooting spasm after spasm of come into her neck. Not moving out of her throat, I just held my weight against her chin, pulling her head into my groin to unload my semen into her gullet. She tensed, pushing her fingers into herself, hard and holding them there, her breathing rasped against my balls and she kept making “I’m coming” grunts and shouts that were stifled around my cock as she matched my orgasm. I held her face against me, my dick deep inside her until the last grip of my climax had passed, then released her. As her head fell away from my cock, to rest between my thighs, she took a deep gasping breath in.

“Fuck. I’ve never felt like that before. It felt like your dick was in my chest. I couldn’t breathe. You made me come by coming in my neck! I came!” She croaked.

“Incredible,” I couldn’t believe it, “I finally fucked your face!”

Lindsay started to move, but I put my hand between her breasts to stop her. “No, stay where you are.” I said, and she just relaxed back down with a smile on her red face.

“There’s more? How much wanking over me have you done?”

“I’ve lost pints of come for you!” Moving my hand to the side a little to stroke her left tit.

Lindsay chuckled and asked “I’m glad! Mind you, the way you came on my face, it’s a shame you haven’t lost pints of come over me!”

“Oh, I wish! I’ve wanted to come on just about every bit of you.”

“Really? No one ever came on me before, or even seemed like they wanted to.”

“Too shy to say, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I’d like to come in every hole I can get my cock into as well, but there’s something very horny about the idea of coming on you.”

“I promise you’ll get to come in every hole I have!”

“And all over you? Your face and arse, in your pubes and your hair, and right here on your tits,” I said, giving one of them a squeeze.

“All of them and more, unless I’ve waxed my pubes, then you’ll have to come on the bare skin. Now we’ve found each other again, I want to do everything there is to do. So you’ve got me pinned to the bed, where do you want to come now?”

“Nowhere just yet. I have some fantasies about ways of making you come, too!”

“Oh, good! Are they ordinary or a bit out there, like fucking my face was?”

“Both, really. Some are ordinary and some are really naughty. Some are quite loving in a way and others really degrading. Which would you like first?”

“Do something unusual, something really out there. I want you to push me to the limit. I should have known you’d be into some really naughty stuff. After all you shagged me senseless when I was 14!”

“I was 16, so that was hardly perverted of me,” I laughed. “Senseless?” I asked.

“You have no idea!” Said Lin. “I was OK if you’d fucked me, that’s why you got to do it all the time, but if I hadn’t had your dick inside me I couldn’t think straight until I made myself come a few times. It’s never the same – doing it yourself. Mind you it’s never been the same with anyone else, either. So now you have to make up for the last few years. You can do it all, but since you’ve used me like a complete slut so far and come on my face and fucked my neck, pick something that’s really slutty to make me come, too. Make it as naughty and degrading as you can, you can’t do anything that I might regret. Not if it’s you.”

“Sounds like a challenge! I bet I can make you ashamed of yourself.”


I told Lin, “Turn over.” She rolled onto her front and spread her arms out in front of her, while I moved to the right hand side of her. I set her legs a little apart and started to stroke the tops of her thighs, moving my hands toward her hot wet cunt. I placed my right hand on her bum so that my first two fingers were resting where her buttocks met, hiding her arsehole. My left hand settled between her legs and started to massage her engorged lips gently. My fingers easily worked their way between them to the wet hole within and I pushed two of them deeply into her, making her gasp with the lack of preamble to the intrusion. Without moving my right hand from where it stood guard over her anus I began to move slowly but fully in and out of her. She quickly picked up the rhythm and was moving to meet my fingers, putting a little pressure on the fingers of my right hand which I resisted. I could feel her cunt getting wetter and more accommodating as we moved together, so I took my hands away, put them either side of her hips and lifted them. Lin guessed what position I was trying to move her into, “I remember, you always did like to get me from behind!”

“Well it’s such a good view!” I answered.

She laughed and got onto her elbows and knees, letting her head rest between her forearms. I stayed where I was, to her right, and encouraged her knees apart until her thighs made an equal sided triangle with the bed, and then put my hands back where they had been. Because of the triangle position the cheeks of her bottom were spread apart and her cunt lips were open, so my right fingers rested right on her arsehole this time and I was able to put three fingers straight inside her cunt instead of just two. She gasped again as I buried them to the knuckle, but pushed back to make sure I didn’t take them away. I began a rhythm, slow but definite. It wasn’t just in and out, I pushed in with my palm facing up then, when my knuckles were pressed up against her opening stretching it a little, I twisted my hand through a half turn so the palm faced down before taking it out. This quickly became an easy fluid screwing motion. My hand got wetter and wetter as her opening got fractionally looser each time. Lin’s gasps and “uh,” noises were more and more accompanied by the wet, sloppy squelching noises coming from her other end. As soon as I thought I could, I added my little finger to the group that was screwing in and out of her and rotated my hand in past the knuckle to my thumb joint. But straight away took it out to keep up the screwing movement, just with more of my fingers.

Lin grunted as I first thrust four fingers into her and cried out, “Oh, fuck! What are you doing?”

“I’m fucking you with all four of my fingers. Do you like it?”

“Well, it’ll make me come if you keep doing it so yes- I guess I like it,” she said between breaths as I kept going, “but it hurts a bit.”

“Don’t worry, It’ll stop hurting before you come. Is it naughty and degrading enough?”

“I always thought having my bum in the air while you fucked me was degrading! God it turns me on. I feel so exposed, and now you’re getting a view of it…Do you want to fuck my bum?”

“How could I not want to fuck it? Don’t worry, It’s going to get more degrading before you come, too” I shouldn’t have told her, because she cottoned on to what was going to happen. As she did her pelvic floor clenched.

“Oh, shit, you’re going to try and put your whole hand in aren’t you?”

“And maybe put a finger in your bum, too.”


The clench had relaxed as quickly as it had happened, and I think she was a little looser after, so I took advantage and, pointing all my fingers together with my thumb in my palm I screwed my hand into Lin’s cunt. Curling my fingers down as soon as I could, I rolled my hand into a fist as she swallowed me to the wrist. There wasn’t any sudden change when my pressure overcame her resistance, I just forced my hand into her hot little cunt.

“Fucking hell! Oh my God,” she cried as her little hole stretched tightly around my hand. “Oh, God, if you want to get in my bum as well before I come, you’d better be quick!”

I could feel little twitches of tightening around my hand ahead of her orgasm but I kept my original rhythm: in then twist and out. I couldn’t actually pull my hand out with my fist closed inside her, so the movement pulled at her from inside rocking her back on the bed before moving her forward again as I pushed in, the pressure inside her always changing, her tight hole stretching and her breathing becoming harder and harder all the time and always mixed up with “Fuck”, “Shit”, or just animal noises.

After a minute or two, I turned my hand inside her so my palm was facing me as I drew it back and I put my right index finger into the small space that was made by the curve of my palm and the stretched skin of her hole and allowed my finger to be taken along with my left hand’s inward stroke. I had often had fantasies of fisting Lin, but not this. Still, she was face down on the bed grunting like an animal with her pelvis wide open to me. How was she ever to know? The middle and third finger of my right hand joined the rest at the same time as my hands twisted in and out of her.

One whole hand and three fingers to the knuckle. It was really tight and I lost my nerve. Perhaps I would get both hands into her cunt another time, besides, I really did want to get into her arse. I took the wet fingers of my right hand out, leaving my left fist. Her cunt instantly tightened back to how it had been. It didn’t remain slack at all, but all her pelvic muscles must have loosened a bit because I managed to push all three fingers into her rectum to the knuckle in one go, with almost no resistance.

“Ah, Fuck, that’s it I’m coming!” Lin yelled as my knuckles hit between her cheeks. Her animal noises got louder and more basic as she came. I kept twisting my fist in her cunt and pushing my fingers in and out of her arse. God knows what anyone in the next room would have thought, Lin was shouting for me to stop, telling me “Enough, Stop, Oh God!” in between shouting out her orgasm as I kept it going on and on.

Eventually I eased my rhythm and depth, then just held my hand and fingers inside her where they were. Her breathing slowed and when she spoke she was croaking again.

“You’re right this is fucking degrading! I thought you were going to try and put your whole hand in my bum, too. How much is in?”

I told her and said, “I was going to try and get a hand in your bum, but you came.” I told her, “I’ll do it another time, not to mention both hands in the one place.”

“Bloody hell, you really do want to just use me and abuse me, don’t you?”

I gave my fist a slow turn, “Always have. Did it make you feel like a slut?”

“Ahh. Yes. I feel like your slut. I want to fuck you and make you come as hard as I just did.”

But I just started to move my fist, still inside her, gently again in the same rolling in-and-out as before. Her arse was still impaled on my fingers, but I didn’t move them yet, I just wanted to make her realise that I was in control. I eased them slowly back so that just the tips were inside the very tight first inch or so and put my little finger tip against her stretched anus.

“Oh, God, I never thought I’d want someone to put his hand in my bum, but fuck it first will you, then there’ll be your come to lubricate my bum with.” Sad to say she had a point. I popped my fingertips out and opened my fist to get my hand out of her more easily.


Lindsay quickly rolled me onto my back and straddled me, she planted one hand in the middle of my chest and held my dick with the other, pointing it at her cunt. Although she lowered herself onto it in one go, penetrating herself with its full length, she wasn’t loose at all. We both let out a long breath with an “Aah…” as her cunt slid snugly onto me, still a tight fit, despite my recent abuse.

“That’s better,” she said, “I’ve missed you!”

Her hand, that had guided me inside, held her up with the other that was already on my chest and she started to fuck me. Lin had always been good at this even at fourteen she was a natural, I was a lucky boy to have been able to fuck her so much. I felt a stab of jealousy to the other guys she had been with since, but they quickly went from my mind. She didn’t move her body up and down my cock but rolled her hips to pull my dick back and forth. As it glided out she gripped it and pulled with the same muscles, tendons and skin that I had just been rudely stretching. Then she relaxed and impaled herself again, sliding and rolling until her lips pressed against root of my shaft, her clitoris pressed against my pubic bone and the cheeks of her bum were separated by the angle of her thighs allowing her arsehole to be pressed against my balls. She fucked me slowly and expertly for a few minutes with her eyes closed, making little noises as she did.

I pulled her face down to mine and kissed her. She kissed me back but didn’t change her fucking rhythm at all until I put my other hand on her arse and put the tip of my finger inside, then it only changed to fuck at my finger, too.

“Feels good having you in me again.” She sat up, pressing me as deeply inside her as she could. Then she shuffled to move the weight from her shins and instead of kneeling over my cock, she put the flats of her feet either side of my waist and squatted instead, balancing with her hands on my chest again. It meant that she was wider and open, allowing her to drive me deeper into her with her weight. She couldn’t rock so well in this position and after a moment or two, she suddenly opened her eyes and, as if remembering said, “Wait, you were going to fuck my arse!” She rose up, reaching under herself, looking quite sad that she was taking my dick out, so I said that she could get fucked with it any time she wanted. She laughed and slid the tip back over the tight half inch of skin to her arsehole. Thank God it was so wet, because after she had rubbed the fat tip in circles a couple of times around the little hole she took a deep breath and lowered herself – slowly – onto it. It bent with her weight, but she held the tip to her arsehole with her hand and as she increased her weight on me, she wriggled my cock and suddenly it popped inside. Her body lowered down the thick hard length slowly. She stopped briefly once or twice as I moved inside her and took a few shallow breaths, as she felt a cock intruding into her bowels for the first time.

When her arse cheeks came to rest on my thighs she let out the deep breath at last and gasped “Shit, that hurts so much and feels good both at the same time. I don’t know if it hurts more or feels good more.”

“It’ll feel good more as soon as you’re used to having it in there. If you’re not used to it before I come, I’ll gladly fuck you in the arse every day until you are used to it.”

“Shouldn’t take too long to get used to it, I like to put my finger in my bum when I masturbate. Course, your dick is bigger than my fingers, perhaps I should have had my arse fucked by someone with a normal size dick first!” It’s always nice when the person you’re screwing complains that your dick is too big. I don’t hear it too often, I might be a bit bigger than average, but I’m not a circus freak. As she started a fucking rhythm she added, “Fuck that hurts!” and stopped. After a moment or two, she started to move again, more gently this time, “That feels so strange!” At least it didn’t seem to be hurting her so much any more.

She fucked in short slow movements that meant her anus wanked tightly at the base of my cock while the bend at the top of her rectum pressed her weight onto the head. Gradually she became more confident and fucked in longer strokes, but still slowly.

“OK, I don’t think it hurts anymore,” she said as she began to rock her pelvis as well as move up and down, “still feels weird, though. Good, but weird. This has to be the fucking nastiest thing I’ve ever done!” Lin said, and then laughed, “It’ll be nastier if you ever do get your hand in there!”

Lin closed her eyes as she rocked. She was slow, but she became faster and the length of strokes deeper as she became more and more accustomed to the hard invader. She looked cute sitting on top of me, and when she leant back she looked simply incredible as she put her hands to the bed behind her and her feet on my chest with her legs together. It also raised the pressure on my cock and made her sigh as she lifted herself rolling her hips. I could look between her ankles to see her cunt, slightly open and wet enough to be dripping down her perineum to where my cock disappeared into her arse.

As good as it looked I thought I should speed things up a little. I put my hands behind her hips so I would stay inside her and lifted myself up until I was kneeling, of course that meant I dumped her on her back. She spread her arms out to the side, kept her feet against my chest and closed her eyes as I took over the fucking. As I fucked I bent her almost double with my weight on each stroke. She gasped as my dick plunged deeper and faster. She reached between her legs to her clitoris and started to rub it in time with my thrusts. I came before her, unable to contain myself, fucking my old girlfriend’s arse as I had so often dreamed. I held still, buried inside her bowel and released my come into her.

When I had finished coming, Lindsay’s legs fell open and she put her heels on the bed, she had to spread her legs wide to do it, almost doing the splits. She carried on masturbating as my hard on diminished, then suddenly called out as she came.

I leant back, still inside her and enjoyed the view. She carried on wanking. “Like what you see? Your dick in my arse while I wank?” She asked.

“Oh, yes! I thought you came?”

“I did.”

“So why are you still wanking?”

“I’m enjoying it, dummy. I’d quite like to come some more!” she said as she slid a couple of fingers into the wet, open hole.

“Want some help, or do I get to watch?”

“The rule stands- you can do whatever you want.”

“I never fantasised about watching you finger yourself while my dick was in your arse.”

“That’s OK.” She said as she closed her eyes and started to rock her hips, gently fucking me again, but obviously focussed on herself.

She looked great and my cock felt even better in her hot bowels. As I watched she reached between her legs with her other hand, rested her palm on her inner thigh and tucked her little finger behind my cock and her ring finger in front of it, both held where it disappeared into her, her middle and first fingers she pushed into her beautiful cunt and used her wet fingers that had been there to stroke her clitoris. While she wanked and rocked her hips she pressed her little finger against her tight, full anus and the rocking allowed it to penetrate her alongside my solid erection.

“I can’t wait until you put your hand in here,” She breathed, “Get ready to come with me,” She added.

I returned her rocking motion, fucking her arse again. She pulled her finger out and I took the opportunity to roll her over onto all fours and carried on fucking her arse in a doggy-style. Lin supported herself with one hand and rubbed hard and fast at her clitoris as her orgasm built. I held her pelvis so I wouldn’t knock her over and looked down to where my cock slid between her buttocks and then stretched her ring as I repeatedly pulled her body back onto my dick. Her arm buckled from under her as she shouted out her orgasm, making her shoulders drop to the bed. The change of angle triggering my own climax. I pulled my dick out and pushed Lindsay’s hips down to the bed, too. I had to put my left hand between her shoulder blades to support myself as, in what felt like a huge gripping climax, I spat out what little come I had left onto her back and her arse. I pushed my cock, pointing downward, so that it rested between her cheeks and I laid on top of her as our orgasms subsided.

“I like it when you come on me,” she said.

After a moment or so she said “I need to pee. Do you have any fantasies about that?”


“Oh, thank God!”

I rolled off her and let her get up. A moment or so later when she came back I took my turn in the bathroom.

She was asleep when I came back to the bed a moment or so later. She looked beautiful. Naked, young, fresh, thoroughly fucked and still with my come drying on her skin, her face and in her hair.

I laid her on her back in the middle of the bed and spread her legs as wide as I could and got a drink from the minibar. I lay on the bed for a while looking at her beautiful young body and watching her willingly abused holes recovering back to their nice tight little size, I pushed a couple of fingers against her cunt to see that it was tight again, then pressed against her arse, too, knowing I’d have my hand in there soon.

I woke the next morning to hear the shower running and went into the en-suite and was quickly turned on to see her soapy form. She saw me and my hard-on, smiled and invited me in. When I joined her I instinctively ran my hand between her legs. She stopped me:

“I seem to be all back to ‘normal’,” she said, “But I’m a bit sore. Not surprising after what you did to me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean…” I started to apologise, but Lin interrupted me.

“Don’t apologise. I’m just a bit bruised, that’s all. I’m sorry we can’t just start again now. I had the best fuck of my life last night, and I’ll be fine by tonight. You’ve got until then to choose what other fantasies of me you want to make real. But you’ll have to try harder if you want me to be ashamed of myself, perhaps you can try getting your hand in my arse, or both hands in me at once?” and she started to kneel down in the falling water to take my stiff cock in her mouth again.

Try harder than that to make her ashamed? That sounds like a challenge I’m going to enjoy.


Just A Drink – Part Two [Extract]

Continuing directly from Just A Drink

He was horny as hell when he’d met up with her in the bar. I suppose you always are when you meet old girlfriends who you still fancy. You always plan to shag them, but politeness takes over and you end up having a civilised drink instead. She was different. She was fourteen when he’d started going out with her, he was sixteen. They had fucked, of course, (he got her cherry) and there had been the occasional blow job, but nothing else. She had been too young and not really known about all the possibilities, he hadn’t pushed the point because, well he was young too, and thought he was lucky as hell to be able to fuck her a couple of times a day – more at weekends – three weeks in four.

They had met up in the bar, got pissed and started flirting and talking about how things had been. He confessed there were so many things he felt he’d never got to do with her and what a disappointment that was. When she offered in the pub to make it up to him for the lost opportunities, to do anything he wanted, so long as he’d wanted to do it six years before when they were going out, he hadn’t hesitated. Who would.

“Come over here,” he said, and pulled her by the arm to the bed. She giggled as she kicked her knickers from their place around her ankles, and did as she was told. He laid her on her back across the bed.

“Masturbate,” he told her. She smiled and closed her eyes. Spreading her legs wide for him to watch, she reached between her thighs with her hand and started to stroke her clitoris. He climbed on the bed as well, making her open her eyes to see what he was doing. He sat on the pillows to the left side of her knees. He had an easy view as she spread her juices between her lips, lubricating herself and then using the lack of friction to glide quickly up and down her hard clitoris.

She looked too appetising to just watch, so he moved to lick at the wetness, pushing her hand to one side.

She pushed her hips upward to meet his mouth, and put her hand on the back of his head. He tasted her skin, kissing gently around her inner thigh, before gently licking her soft warm lips, tasting the wetness she had so recently been stroking into her skin. He licked inside her, pushing his tongue as deep into her cunt as he could, not just tasting, but feeling within her. Then he began to lick back and forth across her clitoris, sucking on it and her wet hole, as she ground his head between her legs. As she became firmer and more insistent, he responded sucking harder and licking faster until she tensed, pushing up to his mouth while pressing his head down against her as she came hard onto his mouth.

She shouted, “Yes! Oh, fuck yes. Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

He tightened his grip on her ass and held her against his face as he carried on licking as hard as before, heedless of her heightened post-orgasmic sensitivity.

As he carried on making her come, she carried on shouting, “Oh, God, stop! Oh, fuck I’m coming, stop. Oh, fuck it hurts. Yes, Oh fuck, yes!” As she slowed and quietened, he released her breathless little body…


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Just A Drink [Extract]

The first in a series of posts telling the story of two childhood sweethearts
meeting up for an evening after six years.


As soon as they were in her hotel room he steered her back to the wall and, taking both her hands in his left hand, he held them above her head against the wall. The anticipation of being with her had given him a hard on, she was moaning into their kiss too, just as excited as him. She let her head fall back exposing her neck. He kissed it wetly, then as his breath cooled the moisture left on her neck by his lips, he unbuttoned and tugged at her trousers. She wiggled her hips to help, and trousers and knickers fell to her smooth calves, enabling her to step out. He let go of her hands above her head and with one hand lifted her shirt off. She ducked a little so he didn’t have to reach too far up, as she did he pushed suddenly, but gently, down on her shoulder with his other hand and she found herself on her knees at his feet.

She reached forwards, opening his trousers, and with one move pulled them to his ankles. He took off his shirt and from the ankles up he was as naked as her. She started to run her hand upwards along the shaft of his dick. Hard for some time now, as she squeezed it, a little pre-come oozed from the top. She leant forwards and licked it away, before taking the head into her mouth. He felt its warmth surround him, and her sucking begin, drawing her head back at the same time, he popped out of her mouth, the suction making a noise. She rose up again, retaking him into her mouth. Unable to take a step, he leant forwards against the wall, sandwiching her between him and it. Her tongue circled around the head, contained fully in her mouth, her saliva making him wet. As she moved her lips over the tight skin of the head, the same saliva ran down the shaft toward her hand, making him cold in the air. Opening her mouth to engulf the head, She took him deep into her mouth, gliding her lips wetly up and down the shaft as the head slid back and forth along the roof of her mouth, the underside being licked warmly by her tongue. Over and over, it wasn’t long before the need to come reached a peak and he let out a groan.

“Ah, fuck, I want to come on your face. Make me come on your face.” he told her. Even so she took the first string of come in her mouth, a little remaining on her lower lip, but as soon as she realised he was coming, she let go of the base with both hands, and let him fall from her mouth. With nothing holding his cock, each spurt of come splashed onto a different part of her face or into her hair as his cock twitched in front of her with each spasm of climax. Without much space between them, the head of his dick brushed against her as it twitched leaving thick smears on her cheeks and chin. Most of his come landed on her face and her breasts, and the rest lazily dribbled down the shaft onto his balls…

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Changing Room

They’d been wanting each other since he met her off the train. After a deep, passionate kiss at the station, tasting each other, reconnecting after their time apart, they’d been touching, holding hands, squeezing. Raising the tension between them.

Walking the short distance to their hotel, a warm bed waiting, they’d been passing through the shopping centre when he decided he wasn’t going to wait.

“In there,” he commanded, steering her toward Dorothy Perkins with his hand firmly in the small of her back.

Grabbing a dress as they walked quickly toward the changing room in the rear of the shop, he pulled the curtain closed behind them. He held his finger to his lips, indicating to her that she must fight her nature and remain quiet. She turned to hang the hastily chosen dress on the hook, and he grasped the belt of her jeans to pull her back against him.

From behind her, she could feel his erection against her pert bottom and his left hand reach around her to cup her breast. She released a small gasp, he unavoidable reaction to his hands on her.

He whispered in her right ear, “I said ‘Be quiet‘,”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” He stifled her whispered response, releasing her breast and closing his hand instead over her mouth, drawing her head back against his shoulder. His right hand followed her belt around to the buckle, opening it easily from this angle. Quickly followed by her jeans button, then zip, he pushed them down over her right hip a few inches.

Still holding her mouth, he pushed his left foot between hers, then kicked her feet apart a little further, pressing his thigh and his hard cock against her exposed right buttock, and forcing her against the wall.

His fingers traced the top of her lacy knickers, giving her chills as he slid the fingers toward the pretty bow in the middle. She trembled as she felt the fingers move under the bow invaded her knickers, moving over her close trimmed hair and quickly finding her hard clitoris, wet within her soft tender lips.

Her gasp stifled by his hand, she felt her body respond to his touch, the stab of pleasure filling her pelvis as he urgently rubbed between her lips, needing to make her come. He leaned his body against her, pressing his cock more firmly against her button, increasing the pressure against the wall. Quickly she felt the needed orgasm build, then encouraged to break over her by the expert movement of his fingers. He held her mouth more firmly to conceal her gasps and moans from the attendants only a curtain away. Her legs lost their strength and she found her body supported by his own, by the wall, and by the hand between her legs.

He released her face, allowing the desperate rakes of breath that would help her catch her breath.

Their hotel – and a sound spanking for her naughtiness – only 10 minutes away, his erection would have to wait as she adjusted her jeans. The lovers, flustered and sweating deposited the alibi dress on the rail and hurriedly left the shop, pretending to be oblivious to the stares of the staff.

The Hotel Room [Extract]

He knocked on the door. She opened it and he stood there, framed by the lights of the hallway, and she knew the things she was going to get him to do to her, and that there were things he would ask her to do. She knew she’d do them, too, whatever they were. But best of all she knew that she didn’t have to wait any longer.

A drink in each hand, he stepped in through the doorway and leaned down to kiss her. She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck and let herself get lost in the kiss. His warm soft lips met hers, slightly apart, the pressure of the kiss opened them more to allow his tongue to meet hers. She tasted him for the first time in years, and mixed with the touch and smell of him, all her best memories of him were with her, all at once. She heard the door close behind him when he kicked it, then she had to move back as he started to walk forwards, without stopping the kiss. She reached the table and couldn’t move any farther. She heard him put the drinks down behind her, then felt him take her in his arms and hold her to him. Making her his.

She felt his arms loosen, letting his hands encircle her waist. They held each other, kissing for a few moments, remembering, getting used to each other’s touch again. Then, quite suddenly his hands slid up her back to the top of her dress’s zip and pulled it down. Releasing her hands from his neck and stepping back from him, she allowed the dress to fall from her shoulders, down her body to the floor. She saw his eyes follow it, taking in her full, firm breasts, tight contoured stomach, past her thighs and legs to the crumpled heap of material around her ankles. Stepping out of the dress, she was wearing only her stockings and the “nice little knickers” he’s so fond of. So small, that they virtually disappeared as she turned slowly around so that he could take in a full view.

Their mouths met again, passionately and deeply. She could feel his tongue in her mouth as she met it with hers, enjoying his taste. He lifted her up and carried her to the wall and pinned her against it. His left hand moved from behind her waist to her right breast, and – despite the power of his kiss – gently held it, caressing it, encircling the nipple, in just the way he remembered she enjoyed best. Then his hand began its move down, past her ribs to the thin elastic of her knickers’ waistband. He twisted his finger in it, and pulled her even closer to him, tightening the fabric between her buttocks and thighs, forcing the moisture that had been there since he arrived to soak into the material.

Then his hand released the waistband and his fingers brushed over the outside of the small triangle of cloth at the front. He stroked, short and gentle, up and down the fabric, slowly becoming little circles that traced lower and lower. Brushing over her clitoris then farther down to trace the outline of her lips, his movements meant she had to move her feet apart more and more to allow his exploration. Eventually they must have been over two feet apart, allowing enough space between her thighs for all of his fingers to lightly stroke there. Then in one movement up, in and down to place his skin between her and her underwear. He stopped kissing and drew his head back, smiling that same smile again.

“You remembered!” He said.

“Well, you are the only person that’s shaved me, It’s hard to forget.” She answered. She had trimmed and moisturised just before dressing for dinner, and her skin was smooth, soft and hairless, save for a small patch. She shyly dropped her eyes and held herself up against his still fully clothed body as he started to reach with his fingers for her clitoris.

They had a delightful imbalance, her naked except for hold up stockings and very small knickers that he had his hand inside anyway, with her legs spread over half a meter apart, pinned to the wall by a man still in his dinner suit. He’d not even taken off his cummerbund yet, only his bowtie was hanging loosely around his neck, his first shirt stud undone.

She turned her face back up towards his and found their lips together. She sucked his bottom lip between hers and nibbled it as his fingers began a slow teasing rhythm along the length of her clitoris. He stretched down to stroke over her wet opening, to make his fingers slippery. She shivered as he used his thumb to draw back the hood and started to play small circles about the head with his wetted finger. Her breathing became deeper as she hugged his neck with her arms. Her legs weakened and she knew he was taking most of her weight on his right arm, between her and the wall. Quickly, faster even than she thought he would be able to take her there, she felt an orgasm building as he gently, slowly stroked between her thighs. She supposed it had been building since she saw him that morning, and certainly since dinner began, and when it happened it felt like a whole day bursting out over her.

She shook, her legs weakened beneath her, and into his mouth she yelled muffled things about him, but he remembered from years before she never was a quiet comer and he’d always made her shout louder than anyone else has.

He took his hand out of her knickers when she had stopped shaking, and put it behind her. As they carried on kissing, her sense of touch was still heightened, and she was very aware as he put his hand on her bottom that his index finger slipped between her cheeks, although on the thong of her underwear. The rest of his hand cupped her buttock, using it to pull her to him…

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She’s going to wank while he watches, and she’s going to let him watch from so close. He’s laid on his back, and she’s knelt over his head, a knee by each ear so he’s looking directly upwards between her thighs. It’s such an intimate view. She knows his cock is hard, even though it’s behind her, and she knows he’s holding it, so turned on by the close view of her ass and her cunt, and the drips ruining from it down her thighs.

Her fingers lightly stroke the front of her thighs, up to the sensitive line where thigh meets stomach, and on, up to her breasts. Then one of her hands retraces its journey, this time moving along that sensitive line, stroking through the short hair she trimmed for him that morning.

A finger strays a little lower, still following the top edge of her inner thigh, then moves across, stroking her warm, full lips, lightly grazing her clitoris between.

The effect is to open her cunt very slightly, exposing more pink wet skin to him. She begins to stroke between the slightly puffy lips, slowly and gently along her hard and oh so sensitive clit.

As she strokes – now in small circles – she becomes less aware of the show she’s putting on for him, and more aware of the pleasure she’s giving yourself. As she does she becomes firmer, and as she becomes firmer the movement of her hand moves the skin under her fingers more, opening herself and allowing more wetness to escape.

He watches intently, holding his stiff cock in his hand, wanting it inside her, but wanting right now to watch.

The circular movements of her fingers grow wider, faster, and she moves them lower too, wetting them more from the opening he wants to fill with his cock so much. Her hips roll back and forth to meet her own movements, fucking her fingers above his face. As she gets faster, the wetness from her cunt is flicked onto his face in hot droplets. It seems that she’s almost forgotten he’s there, until as she’s just on the point of coming, she drops your weight onto his face. Still rolling her hips, she grasps the headboard with one hand and his head with the other and rubs her climax over him from his mouth over his nose to his eyes, rocking, fucking his face, smothering him with her cunt, soaking him with her delicate juices.

Schoolgirl And Sir

Schoolgirl has been very naughty. Before class she took off her little panties. Sir liked to let his eyes glide up her long socks, following them up over her knees. Usually Sir has to settle for gazing at the inch or so of the soft, smooth skin of Schoolgirl’s thighs that are revealed between the high top of her socks and the slightly higher hem of her very short skirt and the occasional glimpse of her panties. Today, though, because Schoolgirl was sitting in the front row and she was letting her knees fall a little way apart, and making sure the hem of her skirt was riding even higher than usual, Sir didn’t just get to see her beautiful thighs, he also got an occasional glimpse of her tidily close trimmed pussy. And it was enough of a glimpse to see that it was glistening with Schoolgirl’s excitement.

Sir had to sit down behind his desk while he told Schoolgirl to stay behind after class. It wouldn’t do for the class to know she had given him a hard on.

After the bell, the rest of the class left, leaving Sir behind his desk and Schoolgirl in her seat. She was sitting very nervously now, partly because of what she hoped would happen next and partly because she feared it wouldn’t.

“Do you think it’s appropriate to come to class without your knickers on?” Sir asked her.
“No, Sir,” She replied, biting her bottom lip.
“Well I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished,” Sir told her, “Now is as good a time as any.”

He gestured for her to come over to the desk, and as he stood to meet her Schoolgirl noticed the bulge in his trousers and knew that his hardness for her matched how wet she was for him. Sir took her firmly by the arm and using his other hand steered her so that she was leaning over the desk, bent at the hip and resting her chest and arms on its surface. Schoolgirl’s face was resting on the wood, too, turned to her left, toward Sir’s chair as she felt a thrill of vulnerability to the man standing so close.

Sir lifted the hem of Schoolgirl’s short skirt and exposed her from the waist down. Of course there were no panties for him to pull down to her knees so he gently stroked the perfectly shaped bottom. Although he hoped Schoolgirl thought this an act of preparation for her spanking, in reality it was nothing more than an act of pleasure for him to touch such a thing of beauty.

“What did you do to earn this spanking?” Sir asked his nervous charge.
Schoolgirl tremblingly answered, “I took my panties off before class and showed you.”

Schoolgirl felt Sir’s firm hand slap her bottom sharply. It stung a little, and felt hot after. Schoolgirl knew that it would leave a red hand shaped mark. She gasped, not with pain but with pleasure as Sir rested his cool firm hand against her smarting skin.

“That’s right. You let me look up your skirt to see your little pussy, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir”
Again the sharp sting of his hand against her skin excited Schoolgirl as much as it excited Sir. Bent over his desk like that he could see her pretty pussy glistening with her wetness between her thighs.

“You know you made me hard in class, don’t you?” Sir asked her as he comforted her exposed skin.
“Did I, Sir? Did I make your cock all big?”
“You know you did.”
Schoolgirl reached back with her left hand and she was able to close her fingers around Sir’s achingly hard cock through his trousers.
As Sir’s hand made contact with her pretty bottom again she tightened her grip on his cock as the sting went through her body.

“What do you think you should do to make up for giving me an erection in class?” Asked Sir, already knowing exactly what he was going to make her do.
“I, I don’t know, Sir. Anything you want, Sir!”
“That’s right. Anything I want,” said Sir.

Leaving her bent forwards over his desk, Sir moved around behind her and put his hands around her narrow waist, pushing the waistband of her skirt higher still and he admired her shape and the texture of her skin. The sight made him harder still. He knew if he wanted he could take his cock out of his trousers and fuck her perfect bottom right then. And she did have such a fuckable bottom. The temptation was almost irresistible, but Sir knew he could do that after another lesson, and he’d planned something else. But he did press his hardness through his trousers against her naked bottom, just for the feel of it.

He knelt on the floor and kissed Schoolgirl lightly on the thigh, a little over half way up, just at the top of her long socks. He planted light kiss after light kiss in a slowly rising vertical line up to and then onto her bottom. He then kissed sideways, tortuously slowly, but inexorably toward her wet pussy. Schoolgirl was breathing heavily, incredibly excited.
Sir, just as excited to be so completely in charge, gave her delicious wet pussy one very gentle, very long slow lick. It started as far forward as he could reach, and moved over her hard little clitoris, needy for the attention it had craved since before her spanking began. His tongue passed over her wetness, over the entrance he desperately wished to enjoy with his cock, and back still further to taste her bottom, too.
The kisses moved to comfort and soothe the stinging pink skin Schoolgirl’s punishment had left.
But Sir didn’t leave her unattended, as his fingers stroked their way over her thighs and then began to barely touch her clitoris, stroking it lightly over and over, spreading her wetness over it to make it more and more slippery.

Schoolgirl’s heavy breathing became gasps. And when, after a few minutes, Sir stood back to the side of her hip, Schoolgirl again reached for his cock.
“Sir, please may I hold your cock, Sir?” She asked him.
Sir stopped touching her for a moment, just long enough to open his trousers and let her reach inside.
“Oh, thank you Sir, I’ll make it up to you Sir, I’m sorry I was such a naughty girl, Sir. Please, don’t stop touching me, Sir.” Schoolgirl felt his fingers between her legs again as she began to stroke his cock with her little hands.

Moments later Schoolgirl’s breathing and gasping became louder and she cried out to Sir,
“Oh, I’m going to come, Sir, you’re making me come!” Sir put his left hand on her back so she stayed firmly against his desk as he stroked her clitoris. Exposed and vulnerable over Sir’s desk, but knowing she was so safe with him there, Schoolgirl came loudly, gripping Sir’s cock in her hand.
As she came down from her plateau, she panicked suddenly and asked
“Sir, does it still count as a punishment if I’ve come?”
“Yes, that’s allowed, so long as you make me come, too.”
“How should I make you come, Sir. I’ll do whatever you say.”

As she followed his instructions exactly, Sir told her “Come off my desk and kneel down here, with your back against it. That’s right, now take my dick in your hand again, good girl, and lick the end of it where you’ve made me leak.”
Sir felt her soft lips as she kissed the end of his cock clean. He put his hands on the desk so he was leaning over Schoolgirl and watched as the beautiful young girl kissed the head of his cock, tasting it, and licked the shaft. Gradually her kisses became larger, encompassing more of the head of his dick and eventually she took the whole head into her hot mouth closing her soft lips around the shaft.

Sir leant forwards more, pushing a few inches of his cock into her mouth. Schoolgirl, wanting to impress Sir, responded by encouraging him to push more into her. Sir could feel he was at the back of her mouth, filling it entirely, yet Schoolgirl didn’t gag or fight him. As her head was against the desk, and had no line of retreat, Sir pushed a little harder. Schoolgirl tried very hard to allow Sir’s cock into her throat, but couldn’t.

Sir told Schoolgirl to climb back up onto the desk, which she did, all the while apologising hard, “I’m sorry, Sir, I tried to let your cock in my throat. I’m sorry, Sir, I’ll do anything to make it up to you,” And Sir knew she meant it, but wasn’t angry.
“Lay on your back on my desk,” He told her, and as she did, Sir stood next to her, his cock above her beautiful face. She laid her bunches out to the sides of her head and allowed her legs to fall open.
She reached for Sir’s cock and held it just a few inches from her face.
“Stroke my cock over your face,” Instructed Sir.
She guided the tip of Sir’s cock so that it stroked her face, letting sir feel it against her.

“Make me come on you,” Sir told her.
“Can I, Sir? Do you want to see your come all over me, Sir?” Schoolgirl asked, “Do you want your come on my beautiful face?” Schoolgirl asked.
“Yes,” Sir answered. “And I’m ready for you to do it now.”

Schoolgirl stroked Sir’s cock in long slow strokes, sometimes holding tightly, but mostly holding it so softly that the skin of the shaft didn’t move over it, just her hands stroking it. Sir had been ready, and in a few moments Schoolgirl felt him swell and then watched in fascination as his come splashed down over her, onto her face, her neck, into her hair and onto her school uniform. She teased all she could from him before releasing him and licking his come from her hand.

“I promise I’ll be naughty again Sir. Will you punish me like this every time, Sir?”
“I’ll punish you every time, but not always like this.”