Please Come Over for a Coffee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One warm summer day, my neighbor who lives behind me is out on her back step. I'm inside my house reading a book. She sees me in the window and waves to me. She's a slim, fit, blonde. She is wearing tight shorts and a light and loose tank top, and clearly no bra. She has small boobs, and her nipples are greeting me.

I go outside to say Hi. She tells me that she's home alone -- her husband and family are out. She asks me to come over for a coffee.

My wife is out and I know what this could lead to. I'm about 15 years older than my neighbor. But, I keep myself fit so my body looks younger than I am.

When I get around to her place, she does indeed have fresh coffee ready, and it smells good. She passes me a cup and when she does, I get a peek-a-boo view of her boobs.

She catches me looking and asks me if I like what I see. I stammer... "Yes, Yes I do. Sorry, I didn't mean to look."

She laughs. "It's okay." Then she pauses and with a bit of a smile she says, "I meant to show."

I laugh now too, and tell her that if she wants to show more, I'm willing to look more. She has a glint in her eyes. She gives me a "you're a bad boy" look. But now the sexual tension is definitely rising.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours" she teases. I pause for a minute, then take off my shirt. I look over to her and give her a nod. "You're next."

She says, "Hmm... I like that. But it's not fair. Not enough off you yet. Take off your shorts." She's got a devilish smile. It's enough to convince me. I take off my shorts, leaving me in just my boxers.

"Now you."

She unhooks her shorts and slides them off.

Underneath she's wearing a sexy and lacey white g-string. She poses for me, and does a full turn to show off her bum.

She's now wearing her loose tank top and g-string. I only have my boxers -- which my boner is now trying to escape.

I point out the inequity of two to one. She says that she's too horny to delay anymore and pulls off her top, revealing her perky pink nipples. Then she hooks her fingers in her g-string and pulls those down and over her slim legs.

I strip off my underwear too. My hard-on is pointing directly at her. She giggles and comes closer. She reaches for my cock and I reach out to cup her boobs in my hands.

She invites me to the bedroom, and off we go, leading me by pulling gently on my cock.

She tells me to lay back on the bed. She caresses my chest and works down to my cock. She strokes me lightly, and then starts playing with my balls. She's gentle but firm. She rolls my balls around and then runs her hand down to play with my ass. I'm a bit surprised by this turn of events. But, she tells me to relax.

She starts stroking my cock with one hand, while with other hand she toys with my tight asshole. Then she pushes a finger into my ass, and at the same time she leans forward and starts licking my cockhead. The feelings are crazy.

She starts really sucking hard now and stroking my cock with wildness. All the time, toying with my butt.

She stops sucking long enough to tell me she wants me to cum hard and she wants to taste my cum. "Cum for me. Let me taste you." I know I'm going to. I can feel it building inside me. My body tenses and I start cumming hard. I can feel her finger inside me. She tightens her mouth around my cock and drains me.

She sits up, and catches a dribble of cum on her finger and licks it off. "Be right back", she says. She goes to the bathroom and cleans up.

She comes back, and lays beside me. I know what she's looking forward to, and so am I.

I get up and start massaging her breasts. She is moaning as I suck on her nipples. Her nipples are so hard and pokey. I love the way they feel in my mouth. I'm sucking on one nipple and playing with the other between my fingers.

She suddenly grabs my hair, and pushes my head down to her pussy. As I move between her legs, she starts playing with her own nipples. Tugging and rubbing them. It's so fun to watch.

I drop down and start licking around her labia. She spreads her legs and her pussy opens wide. She's so slippery. I lick her slit, up to her hard button. I focus my attention on her clit. As I do this, I start running a finger up and down her crack.

Knowing how she liked playing with my ass, I begin to return the favor. She clearly enjoys it.

I use my thumb and press it against her tight hole. She pushes against me until my thumb starts to enter her ass. Then she starts to grind her pussy into my face. She tastes great. She is so wet and slippery. Her juices are all over my hand now, making it easier for my thumb to move into her. Soon I have my thumb all the way in. Stretching her tight asshole.

I start fucking her with my hand and she is grinding hard on me. She is moaning.

She tells me to keep going to cum. She's close.

"Harder" she growls. "Hard-ER"

But she is really controlling how hard things are going now. Her hips are gyrating and pounding me. Suddenly I feel her asshole clamp down on my thumb as she starts to cum. Her pussy goes into glorious and wet spasms.

Her body subsides, and she laughs and rolls sideways.

I give her ass a rub and a light smack, and then it's my turn to head to the bathroom to clean up.

We lay down together for a few minutes, and then we both give each other a knowing look and she says, "Well, back to the day." We laugh.

We both head back to the living room where our clothes are strewn about. We get dressed. I head home.

Later in the day, I see her outside again, and she waves at me again. "You'll have to come over for coffee again some time," she says.

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All characters are over the age of 18.

From her seventh floor beach view hotel balcony, Lynn watched the stream of cars on Shoreline Boulevard. "I can't understand why anyone would be up and commuting at this hour," Lynn said to herself.

Lynn was up, because she hadn't quite adjusted to the time zone and the appointment with her elderly mother's caregiver, was scheduled for 1 pm. Lynn was still wearing the thin linen shorts and white tank top, chosen for the red-eye flight from Florida.

She remembered removing her bra and watching TV, as she looked back into the room, where she noticed the empty mini bottles on the nightstand. The left over buzz made her feel horny, restless and impulsive enough to throw caution aside and summon the courage to join the growing mass on the street below.

The Uber driver met her curbside. His late model white subcompact appealed to Lynn as she stepped into the back seat. "Take me south on Shoreline. I'll let you know when we are getting close. I't a 40 minute drive at least," she said.

To say Lynn acted on impulse is a bit disingenuous. She'd developed this particular fantasy over several months and it appealed to her desire for exposure.

She felt the acceleration as they pulled onto the main road and looked out at the ocean, still black and waiting for dawn. The street-lights appeared to stretch on for miles, and created a strobe effect of dark and light at quarter-mile intervals so that if the driver happened to look into the rear view mirror, Lynn would illuminate briefly and then fall back into darkness.

She used the darkness to her advantage, as she quietly and carefully unzipped her shorts, revealing a thin strip of pubic hair. She felt her nipples erect against the thin fabric of her tank top, which caught the occasional puff of sea air from the driver's open window.

"He can see my face and watch my expression. From my shorts down, I'm invisible," Lynn thought to herself, as she let her fingers comb through her pubic hair. With each pass, she let middle finger search for the wetness she knew would flow, if she could just relax completely.

She observed the driver seemed preoccupied with his own business, as he looked out at the horizon ahead and then down as he scrolled across the screen of his phone.

With one hand controlling her nipples and another taking moist passes around and over her clitoris, Lynn felt in control of the moment. She could let her arousal ebb and flow, which she monitored, using the darkness to accelerate her sensation, and the glow from the street light as a signal to slow down.

After 10 minutes of on and off, it became increasing more difficult to stop the urge to climax which Lynn reacted with the slightest moan, and shudder.

The release brought a smile to her lips, which appeared to go unnoticed to the driver.

Lynn squirmed out of her shorts, lifted her knees up and spread her legs. She opened her purse and removed the blue glass dildo. The feel of cold glass between her pussy lips changed with each slow insertion.

She used the tip or head of the dildo at first, allowing her vagina to clamp down on the first bulb, feeling each slippery stretch and contraction. She took the second bulb, then the third and finally felt the glass bottom out, deep within her.

With each thrust, she felt the urge to cum under the measured light and darkness.

She came again. She bit down onto to her lip in a failed attempt to hold back. "I've never had an orgasm like this before," she thought to herself. "Oh my God." She arched her back in the crashing waves.

The driver's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. "About halfway there," she said.

"OK," he replied. "I have another customer about a mile ahead. Would you mind sharing your ride? He's agreed to pick up your entire fare."

"Of course not."

She heard the sound of the car's tires on crushed gravel as the driver turn toward the ocean and stopped at a gate. He entered a code. At the end of the driveway she could just make out the shadow of what looked like a very large two story home and by the sound of the waves, appeared to be face out over a cliff with the ocean below.

A casually dressed man was standing in the columned entry, framed with stately porch lights and planted urns. I

Lynn moved to the driver's side of the back seat to make room for the new passenger.

He spoke through the open window and said: "Thanks a million, George. I owe you. I've been called in to help out at the last minute, and I'd rather not leave my car parked outside the hangar."

"Glad to be of service, Mr. Coats."

"And thank you my dear. Would you mind if I join you in the back seat? "he asked.

"Not at all, It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Coats. I'm Lynn Stevens; just visiting your side of the continent on a family matter and taking a rare opportunity to explore the south coast," she said.

"Nice to meet you Lynn, call me Mike."

Mike slid into the back seat and Lynn sensed his warmth and obvious vitality... tan, groomed, fit and quite frankly gorgeous.

"One more complimentary adjective, and I'd bet he's gay," Lynn said to herself.

Mike rested his left arm on the back of the seat, and Lynn instinctively moved her head in his direction, a gesture of immediate magnetic attraction. They were two souls, within a serendipitous encounter, connecting at the break of dawn.

An Unplanned Seduction

 

 

 

 

 

Growing up in a small town and having a religious family had made me a little naive. When I started college, I was clueless about how people did things differently in the city from my small town. The girls in my dorm were wilder than the girls I was used to in my hometown. It was a culture shock to see them act and dressed more sexually than I had ever seen another girl do before. I was still a virgin and thought sex was something that people only did when they were married.

My name is Jackie, and my friends called me Jack. I didn't like being called by a boy named, but it stuck, and I learned to live with it. I was a bit above average in the look department with long brown hair, bright blue eyes, and thick black frame glasses. My breasts were big, but you could not tell it from how I was dressed. The loose clothes that I wore hid how good my figure was, and I had no interest in showing it off.

I was an innocent child, and when the girls from my dorm told dirty jokes, they flew over my head. I was so clueless about such things that I never understood anything referring to sex. The only experienced that I had with sex is what I did with myself when no one was around. That was something I rarely did because I was taught it was wrong and felt guilty afterward. I knew college would be an eye-opener for me, but I never expected to experience what I did during my first year there.

My dorm roommate, Karen, was a skinny redhead with crystal blue eyes and had an angelic face. Her breasts were small and were barely noticeable. She did not need a bra and was not bashful of showing them off when changing. It took some time for me to get used to her sleeping in nothing but her panties. I wore a very modest nightgown and could not understand how she could sleep wearing so little.

I wasn't brave as she was and only undressed when I was alone. I was bashful and felt vulnerable being naked around people. My fear came from being told how wrong it was to show it off and that a good girl always kept it covered up. I never notice how beautiful my body was and that it wasn't something to be ashamed of.

While I kept my body hidden, Karen liked to show off hers by wearing clothes that revealed her legs and midriff. Karen thought her legs were one of her best features and loved showing them off. Men were always trying to date her, but she kept turning them down. I never understood why she never said yes until one day while sitting in the lounge area of our dorm.

I was watching TV with some of the girls after a long day of classes. It was one of the few entertainments I had since I was kept busy with my school work. On occasion, I would eat pizza with some of the girls there while we talk about girl's things. I overheard Kendra and a friend of hers talking. She was one of those types that thought everyone outside of her circle was beneath her and was very vocal about it.

"Diana, you will not believe what I just found out! You know the girl that is in the room across from mine, the one with the red hair?" Kendra said with an arrogant tone. She did not wait for her friend to reply before continuing.

"That redhead is a fucking dyke! I caught her checking out Rebecca in the shower. It was so disgusting that I almost got sick right there. I bet she already turned her roommate into one too," she said with a mixture of joy and disgust on her face.

She was talking about my roommate Karen but was confused about what a dyke was. I came from a small town and never heard anybody being called that before. Being clueless as I was didn't understand that she was saying my roommate was a lesbian. Lesbian was something that I had heard before and only in the way you know it without really knowing what it meant. Since I was still pure, I never saw the sexual side to things; it didn't register what gay people did with each other.

I was hoping that she wouldn't notice me, but I wasn't that lucky. She sat beside me before saying, "Hey, you!" She never did try remembering my name and only did so with people that were important to her. I gave her my full attention hoping to get this over with quickly, and she asked me rather crudely, "I got to know one thing. Did you let that lesbo munch on your carpet?" I did not know what she was talking about and was unsure how to answer her.

"Why would anybody eat carpet?" I replied with confusion. This brought laughter from everyone in the room, and I did not understand what was so funny.

"Oh, you are too much, girl. I take that as a no, but you better watch out, or you will find her in your bed one night munching away," She said while laughing and left me baffled over what just happened.

A girl who always had an expression on her face like she smelled something foul felt the need to clarify things. She snickered at my cluelessness and spoke in a superior tone, "It means your roommate is a nasty bitch that likes girls. I would watch out if I were you. Your innocence makes you easy prey for perverts like her. If I were you, I would get another roommate before she puts the moves on you."

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Even if I wanted to get a new roommate, there wasn't any empty bed for me to moved into, and besides, Karen was a nice person. Some of the girls in our dorm started to shun her after finding out that she was gay. They refused to take a shower with her and would walk out when she entered. They would hold on to their towels tightly against their bodies and scurry away like rats.

I could see the pain that was in her eyes at their rejection. She looked at me with teary eyes and waited for me to do the same, but I could not hurt her like that. She was a little shocked but grateful that I stayed. I was too tender-hearted to be a bitch, especially to someone that always showed me kindness. My parents taught me to be open-minded with people's differences and accept them on their own merits.

When I finished my shower, I waited on her after getting dressed before asking, "Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?" She cried a little over someone being kind to her and not caring that she was gay. I did not know at the time the hardship that gay people went through. She sometimes had to hide what she was from people to avoid judgment. I was one of few people that accepted her as she was and did not treat her like a freak.

"Mexican would be nice," she said with her eyes moistening up. "You would think in this day and age we would move past this shit. I thought this place would be different, but I guess I was wrong," she said with a sad tone to her voice. We walked back to our room in silence, and I was confident that I made the right decision with her. She waited until we were in the room before hugging me. "Thank you for still being my friend," she replied emotionally! We became very close after that day and spent a lot of time together.

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My innocent mind made it easy for me to let my guard down around her since she was a woman, which allowed me to do things that I wouldn't with a guy in the room. I would undress around her but never exposed myself. I would only go as far as my undergarments before turning my back to her to remove my bra. I was too shy to show off my body and would only get naked if all possible when nobody was in the room. Even being careful as I was one slip up here and there, she eventually saw me nude. When I slipped on a new pair of panties, putting on or taking off my bra, I unknowingly exposed myself to her.

I was her only friend in the dorm after Kendra ruined her reputation, and she changed a few things about what she did around me. She was afraid of losing me as a friend and made sure I would always be comfortable around her. She no longer went topless to bed and wouldn't watch me while I was changing my clothes. When Karen did see me naked, it was by accident and would turn her gaze away.

Karen being gay never became an issue when we were hanging out because she never brought it up. She avoided anything that she thought would drive me away, like the topic of sex and that she was into girls. When our fall final came and went, we were still good friends. Everybody was preparing to go home for their winter break, but unfortunately, I did not have the money to go home and had to stay at school. Everyone else was leaving, including Karen, and I was bummed out that I would be all alone.

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Karen postponed her trip until the next day so that I wouldn't be all alone for one day at least. She asked me to come with her, but I kindly declined the Invitation. I did not want to get in the way of her holiday plans with her family. We had the whole place to ourselves, and we took advantage of that by ordering a pizza and drank wine while staying up late watching movies. I had never felt so lonely when she left after lunch the following day and regretted not going with her.

Being alone gave me the freedom to do things that I usually wouldn't, and out of boredom, I decided to shower after dinner. I usually undressed in the shower area, but today I did it in my room. I was nervous walking down the hall naked with a towel in my arms while looking around to ensure that I was truly alone.

It felt a little liberating to step out of my comfort level by wearing nothing to the shower. It was a little scary to walk around like that but also felt kind of good too. I tossed my towel on the bench and walked into a nearby stall. The heat from the shower felt good on my body, and I stayed in it longer than I usually would. The heat from the water kept me from noticing how cold the room had gotten.

The heater had stopped working, and the room temperature had dropped more than a few degrees. I soon regretted not bringing any clothes with me after stepping out of the stall. I could feel my body starting to freeze, and my nipples harden from the cold. The walk back was less exciting with the cold nipping at my wet flesh.

I was surprised to run into Karen in the hallway holding a box, and when she saw me yelled out, "Oh, there you are! I was looking for you, and as you can tell, I decided to stay." I was shivering from the cold as she explained she felt guilty for leaving me alone and drove back here. She called her mother to let her know that she was not coming, and the maintenance man, after she noticed the heat was out, but he couldn't come out until the next day. It sucked that we had to spend the night without heat, but not being alone made it a little easier.

She was setting up a surprise for me in the lounge but only had the time to put out some blankets before getting the box that she was now carrying. In life, we come to a crossroads where our choices can lead us down two different paths. I was cold with only my towel to keep me warm, and I had two options. Going down the long cold hallway to my room to get dressed or the warm blankets nearby.

Against my better judgment, I followed her to the lounge to wrap myself around a warm blanket. I sat down on the couch, trying to keep the little heat that I had from escaping my body. Karen put the box down before taking out a jar of popcorn, a movie, a couple of plastic cups, a bottle of vodka and placed them on the table. She poured me a glass and told me that it would help me feel warm. I never drank anything besides wine before, and since I trusted her, I accepted it.

It was hard to get down at first, but it got easier after a few swallows. The more I drank, the less noticeable the cold was, and when Karen returned with the popcorn, my cup was empty. I felt relax and loose. She placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before filling my cup back up. I was clueless about the effects that alcohol can have on people. It already started to affect me in unforeseen ways that I later would realize made me relax enough to let certain things happen.

I started to notice halfway through the movie that Karen would watch me as I grabbed my drink or popcorn. I was confused about why I was receiving her attention at those times, and after a few more rounds of it, I finally caught on. The vodka made me so relaxed that I never noticed my towel had slipped off my body. Every time I took another drink of vodka or grabbed some popcorn, my blanket would open, exposing my left breast to her. My nipples were hard from the cold, and when I started focusing my attention on my nipples, I felt the right one was a little sensitive. It was rubbing against my blanket, sending a strange, funny feeling through me.

Vodka had loosened me to the point that I was open to things I usually wouldn't be. I felt sorry for Karen and thought that being a lesbian was a rare thing. I was naive in thinking that she was the only one on campus; the sadness I felt for her, and the vodka kept me from covering up. I thought what I was doing was kindness for not freaking out that she was staring at my breast.

The vodka had shut down the part of my brain where my shyness and fear came from. That was not the only thing that it did, but it also unlocked something else within me. I found myself enjoying my friend's attention, and for the first time, I wanted to be desired. Guys often ignored me because I dressed too modestly, and they have to put more effort than they wanted with me. I found it was nice, even if it was a girl that was showing interest in me.

Karen was starting to wonder if I was letting her see my breast on purpose. She did not know if I was unaware that it was hanging out or was hinting at something she had fantasized about me since we first became roommates. The girl found me attractive and could no longer ignore her desire for me. When we first became roommates, I was unaware of how erotic it was for her to watch me undressed in our room. The reason she slept topless was in the hope it would stir desire in me, and if it did, she would have made a move on me.

The vodka was making me a little bolder, and I wanted to push myself a little further. I arched my back while downing my cup of vodka that only had a mouthful left in it and let my blanket fall around my waist. My breasts were fully exposed but for only a few moments. My nipples felt good in the cold air that gave it a delightful sting as if Jack Frost was caressing them. After letting her see my breasts, I decided that I had gone far enough and covered myself back up.

The movie was near the end when the power went out, sending the room in udder darkness. I never noticed that a storm was brewing outside in all the excitement, and now I could hear the cold, bitter wind blowing. It had an almost eerie sound to it that frightened me a little. Realizing it would be best to head back to our room stood up and felt my towel fall to the floor around my feet. When I picked up the towel, I thought the room was far darker than it was; I removed my blanket to wrapped my towel around me tightly before covering up with the blanket again.

My eyes were not that good in the dark, and the vodka I drank had clouded my senses. The moonlight gave the room and everything in it a blue glow. Karen's eyes were better than mine, which allowed her to see a portion of my nude body highlighted by the moonlight. I heard the woman let out a sigh, but I didn't realize it was from seeing my body.

I held on to Karen as we slowly made our way back to our dark and cold room. There was some light shining from the window onto her bed, but mine was in total darkness. I wasn't interested in sleeping in it because I didn't want to depart from the warmth of Karen's body. It was the only heat source in the room, and I didn't realize how it sounded when I suggested that we sleep together in her bed. She was taken aback by my request and tried not to see any other motives than an innocent one. She still was not confident that someone like me, a pure, naive girl, would just turn lesbian. Karen fought back her desire and did nothing as I crawled into her bed.

After getting into her bed, I laid my glasses on her nightstand and listened to the sound of her undressing as I fell asleep. The last thing I heard was the sound of a zipper followed by her pants being removed. When I woke up sometime later, I could feel the room's coldness biting into my flesh, realizing that I pushed my towel and blanket off in my sleep. My body was exposed to the cold night air, and I quickly covered myself back up.

The only source of heat I could find was from Karen, and I snuggled closer to her, pressing my naked ass against her hoping to steal some from her. She turned on her side, embracing my body with hers; I could feel the fabric of her shirt and two tiny hard nipples poking into my back. I felt her hot breath on my neck and the heat that was coming from her. It felt so good that I was easing back into sleep, and my innocent mind didn't see anything wrong when she placed a hand on my hip. It was shaking from what I thought was from the cold; I grabbed it before sliding it down to the lower part of my stomach and then up against my bosom for warmth.

This was a mistake that pushed my friend into action from thinking that I wanted her. Her hand was not shaking from the cold but from the fear that I would reject her touch. She could not sleep with my naked body lying beside her, and she was contemplating if it was worth the risk of losing our friendship by touching me. She was trying to figure it out when I sent her the wrong message by my actions that came off more seductive than I intended it to be.

Karen needed to know if she could ever have me decided to test the water a bit by touching me. Karen placed her hand somewhere she thought it would be safe, and my reaction put the final nail into my coffin. If I had brushed her hand away, Karen would've known that she was wrong, and the night would've gone differently. The innocent action that I did out of love was taken the wrong way.

She could not bear losing me as a friend, but gaining me as a lover was too enticing for her. I did not realize that guiding her hand inches away from my pussy where her fingers barely touched my pubes before sliding it between my breasts would come off as seductive. I unwittingly gave her a signal that I wanted her and provided all the encouragement that she needed. My intention was pure, but I ended up unleashing a horny lesbian on me.

Karen was now convinced that I wanted her and was not going to hold back any longer. She played with my breast and kissed my neck simultaneously. Karen kissed my neck so passionately that a hickey was left there to mark that I was now hers. My body stiffened up from the shock of being touched sexually for the first time by someone other than myself. I tried to tell her to stop, but only moans escaped my lips when she started playing with my nipples. Karen rubbed them between her fingers and gave me pleasure that I never knew I could have from being touched there.

My friend's action made me realized that I should never have rush touching myself, and if only I had taken my time, I could have had great pleasure. If I had known about this earlier would've pleased myself more often than I did. What was being done to me was making my body warms up in a whole new way to fight off the cold of the night. No matter how much I was enjoying this, a part of me thought this was wrong. I turned over on my back to try to end this but found I couldn't resist her.

Karen eased herself on top of me and guided herself between my legs. I opened my mouth to speak, but she used that opportunity to slide her tongue into it. I couldn't believe that I wasn't resisting her and letting her do these things to me. Her tongue was in my mouth for a few seconds before I started returning the kiss. My body awakened new desires within it, and I allowed myself to go where it took me. I was a little sloppy at kissing as it was my first time. I soon got the hang of it and loved having her tongue in my mouth. My brain tried to fight back for control, but my body demanded that this happen. I could feel the heat between my legs getting warmer as my pussy got wetter.

I did not have the strength to push her away and just surrendered to her. The girl couldn't wait any longer to taste me that; she kissed down my chest with haste sucking on my nipple for a second before moving on to my wet pussy. I never knew that I could have such pleasure with my own body and the joy I could have given myself. She was an artist with her tongue by the way she licked it and sucked on my pussy lips.

My moans were loud enough to pass through the wall, but no one was there to hear them. If anybody had been there, they would have known that I had just finally fallen prey to Karen lesbian ways. After Karen had given me my first orgasm felt the muscles throughout my body spasmed. The pleasure that erupted between my legs was something my body wasn't ready for, and I passed out for a few seconds from it. I was transformed from an innocent girl to a devilish sexual beast that night.

I did not want this feeling inside me to end and felt a craving to be kissed, touched, and fucked by her. I would do anything to keep her touching me and was pleased to see that she was not done with me. She slowly kissed up my stomach to my belly button, where she made love to it. It seems like time had stopped with her kisses going on for eternity. The feeling of each seductive kiss followed by her tongue licking my sensitive skin gave me tiny multiple orgasms. I had forgotten about the cold and could only focus on what was being done to me.

I was squirming from the pleasure caused by her lips on my breasts and the way she was taking her time teasing them. Karen slid her hand gently down through my bush and into my pussy. I was so wet that her fingers went in without trouble and were soaked in seconds. She moved her fingers in and out of me as fast as she could. Having her sucking on my nipple while fingering me was too much for me. Another orgasm exploded within me, and I let out a loud wail before nearly passing out again.

I took a moment to catch my breath before pulling her into a kiss. Our kiss was intense and raw with passion. I dug my nails into her back before scratching down it until I grabbed her ass, wrapping my legs tightly around her. My sexual instinct was in complete control of me, and I was powerless to resist it. It was my turn to worship her body, and I wasn't going to disappoint her. She broke our kiss to remove her shirt and could barely see her small breasts in the dark.

I wanted to give her the same amount of pleasure that she just gave me. I rolled her over onto her back, taking one of her breasts into my mouth. I sucked on it and swirled my tongue around her nipple. I was trying to mimic what she did to me, and she started to moan. I was pleased that I was doing it right and was giving her pleasure. I worked my way down, leaving a trail of kisses to her stomach.

Without any hesitation, I removed her panties and tossed them aside. I pushed her legs apart and blindly guided my face between them. It was too dark to see, but that did not stop me from moving forward. I could smell the sweet aroma that came off her pussy, and that intoxicating fume was turning me on. I ran my tongue up and down her slit before sliding it in. Her pussy was wet, and I swallowed some of her juices.

It tasted a little salty but had a delicious flavor to it. I swirled my tongue around the inside of it and followed each step that Karen made with me. I found what I was doing to her was enjoyable and knew that this wouldn't be the last time. Karen held on to my head and grind her cunt into my face. She finally let go after her orgasm shot through her, and her body went limp.

I crawled into her arms, feeling better than I ever did in my life, and wasn't ready for it to end. I still felt the need to feel her body against mine and held on to her. I lay my head on her chest and lightly played with her belly. I listened to every beat of her heart while the taste of her pussy still lingered in my mouth.

"Damn, Jackie! You know just how to make a girl feel good, but next time do not be so subtle when seducing me. If I knew you were curious about this, I would've made a move sooner," She said while playing with my hair.

"What do you mean? I was not trying anything but was cold. I was snuggling up to you for some heat," I said with some confusion. I could feel her body tense up after realizing her mistake. I was so innocent and naive that I gave out all the right signals of someone wanting sex without knowing it.

Karen was afraid her jumping to conclusions had ruined our friendship, but I let her know that I was happy that she did. She relaxed a bit, knowing I was not going to run away. Over our winter break, we had sex plenty more times at different locations throughout our dorm. We made love on the couch in the lounge; we shared long steamy showers and few other places that would be impossible if people were around. When the girls started returning, we moved our lovemaking back to our room, where we shared a bed for the rest of that year.

My Dream of the Scarlet Woman

 

Naomi Schmitz

July 2021

My day really begins when she leaves her apartment across the street.

The time varies, but she never gets up early. When I see her in the morning, it appears like she has so much positivity that she dances out of the front door to the small café nearby. That is how elegant she is in every way she moves.

She doesn't look like a sex worker today. To me she is not working, she is not doing it for trivial gains. Somebody so beautiful must have more profound motives than to merely sell her body to strangers.

So, I will call her the scarlet woman. It is a more poetic term. Her scarf is scarlet red, and it flutters behind her like a coat of arms displaying her powerful femininity. It symbolizes her devotion, passion, dedication. To me she is also like a witch: She is proud and mysterious, and she is aware of her powers.

The woman carries herself like an artist. Every of her movements, even the tiniest, is deliberate.

She is a scarlet woman though, and I am longing for her services, although I could never gather enough courage to approach her. Yet, I imagine her fingers on my body, on my breasts, between my legs. They would sculpture emotions, paint worlds of lust. I would like to be her clay, her canvas, so she can create whatever she deems appropriate with my body. I wonder what she sees in me and what she would do to me. Would she gently tease my nipples with a feather or spank my butt with her bare hands? Would she kiss me? Would she embrace me, hold me in her arms? Comfort me?

She is a woman, and so am I.

"Do sex workers take on female clients?" is my question. My friend Google replies: "Some do", and then it elaborates:" It depends. Few do. You have to find the right one."

I don't want to find the right one. I want her. I don't even know if I'm lesbian. I know that I don't particularly like most men. Their brutish nature, their ignorant swagger, and their drunken self-confidence. Does that make me a lesbian? I know that I am scared of pussy. Of its sinister power. When I am touched down there in the right way then it changes everything. It opens a door to another world. It is like a scary drug.

When my pussy is teased, when it is unleashed.

My fingers used to be able to. Not anymore. They have become numb, clumsy like stumps. And my sex toys are just that. They are machines. I am too analytical to let them fool me that they mean their touch, that they pretend to care. They are impostors, promising what they cannot deliver.

Her fingers can. I just know that. Once I stood next to her in the café, when she took a coin out of her purse with one hand, delicately fishing the right one out like her fingers were acrobats in a circus tent. I bet she plays an instrument. One that plays haunting and beautiful notes. The piano maybe. She can find the right keys and every finger can just push down the keys with the right amount of pressure to evoke a new emotion. Imagine what they could do on my body, on my pussy?

Watching her, I feel she has travelled the world, she seems so confident, while I am sitting in my tiny room, too scared to go out, looking out of my window with curiosity, yet too much anxiety to actually talk to anyone, let alone this sophisticated woman.

I watch her every time she enters the house in the company of men. Sometimes I have seen them before. No clue where she picks them up. She also has regulars who ring her doorbell. They are the ones that scare me most. I am jealous of them. That she might fall in love with them, and she quits what she is doing. My hope to ever approach her, would be gone.

A silly thought because I could never just talk to her and ask her to do to me what she does to the men.

It's just out of the question, unrealistic.

So, I will imagine it. And it's not so bad. My fantasy will surely surpass any reality.

Imagine my encounter with her:

Me and her in the small café in line to place our orders at the counter.

"Hi!"

She turns around and smiles a little confused: "Hello! I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

I whisper: "No. But I've seen you around. I know your business, you know, what you do. The service you offer."

That was the wrong way to start the conversation, I can see it in her eyes. I am not good at this. At conversation. She is surprised and careful. I bet she thinks I'm the wife of one of the men she takes home. So, I quickly add:

"I would like to use your services... For myself. If you... offer your services to women, that is."

She relaxes and the room warms up with her smile: "That's a bit of an unusual way to approach me."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be! Let's talk! And yes, I am happy to be with women."

She orders her coffee, and so do I. While we are waiting for our orders, she does some small talk about the café. There is nothing I could possibly add to the conversation, I rarely come here. But I smile and nod and agree with everything she says because it sounds so right.

We walk over to a booth and slide in opposite each other.

Facing her so close for the first time, I savor everything I see. Her eyes are dark brown and huge, and they seem to burst with curiosity and life. Her brown hair falls to her shoulders in a calculated wavy mess. Her jawline is very pronounced and square. It gives her an almost aristocratic look. Like her creator took the time to chisel it.

"So, what can I do for you?"

"Well, as I said. I would like to... hire you? I don't know how to say it."

She smiles patiently. "I understand. But what would you like us to do?"

I like how it is us, as if we have already formed some union. I don't know how to answer though, and she senses that.

A moment later the most erotic thing in a long time happens to me. She puts her hand on mine. Her delicate fingers rest on mine. They are soft and reassuring. It is so casual but also such a gift of reassurance and sympathy.

I wish I could put my other hand on hers and feel her soft skin and to gently stroke it. Not in a sexual way, but like you pet a rabbit, to feel good, but also to make it feel good. But that would be inappropriate.

I haven't been touched like that for a while. Looking at her fingers I imagine what is in store for me. Her index finger, slightly tanned and slender, is the most elegant. Can fingers be beautiful? Hers can. I just that know that its natural curvature seems to be made to perfectly slide into my pussy and do just the right things. I picture various positions in which her index fingers do things to me. How it slides across my vulva, enters my pussy, gathers the nectar of my arousal, and then feeds it to me. Her thumb seems to be perfectly shaped to arouse my clit while it roams through my bush.

If just her fingers can do all those things to me, then what can the rest of her body do?

I can see how this woman was made to make me happy.

She radiates this assurance that she is the right one. This must be witchcraft.

"Let me guess, you have never done this?"

I shake my head no.

"Don't feel bad. Don't be embarrassed. I'll run you through things, okay? And if you have a question, just ask!"

She explains how this arrangement works, and she isn't shy about it. There are people around us, yet she doesn't care if they hear us. I am mesmerized how considerate she is and how caring. After all she only wants to sell me sex, but she makes it sound so precious and relevant, and of course to me it absolutely is.

This is how I imagine this conversation to go realistically. But there is another dimension in which she is especially generous and raunchy. In this world she slips out of her Ballerina flats under the table and gently touches my leg. At first, I think this is an accident, but it is not. She slides it up and down my calf gently. I wish I'd worn a skirt to feel her skin on mine. I never do, though... regretfully.

While she is talking, her leg moves up to my knees, gently pushing them apart to get access to my thighs. She doesn't stop there. Her toes move up. I can only imagine them, slender, well-shaped, tanned. Eventually they are only inches from my pussy, casually wiggling up and down, stimulating my thirst. I slowly thrust my hips forward, so my cherry can touch her toes. But she just smiles and pulls them away. She teases me. She merely teases me. I haven't made the transaction, and nothing is for free. That is her message.

There is an ATM at the entrance of the café, and I consider making her an offer:

"Please. If you just... you know... I will give you whatever you want. Right now! Well, afterwards. I promise! From the ATM there. I promise!"

I don't say it though. It would be undignified. She doesn't deal in such quick and sloppy hack jobs. She is a professional, she is the real deal. She is not a fortune teller in a tent at a carnival. She is a proper sorceress. No sleight of hand from her!

She also gives me her price. It's steep. It really is. This is much more than I had anticipated. But then again, I have thought of her as an artist, and art is not cheap. Just sitting opposite her radiating personality, I feel like even if I have to get a second job to afford her more often, it will be worth it.

We agree on a time and date. I wish I could sit there with her for a little longer, but she has to go.

"I have business to do!"

She smiles, seeking for my understanding, and already I am jealous of her business.

Before she leaves, I ask her: "Wait, what is your name?"

"I am sorry, how rude of me. I am Valerie!"

I know it is not her real name. There is a song by Amy Winehouse. I vaguely remember that the singer longs to see Valerie and invites her over. While we are listening to Amy, my friend Google later explains to me that Valerie means 'bravery'. I like it. The sound of it and the meaning.

"What do I call you?" Her question is more accurate. It acknowledges that we both deal in chosen identities.

"Samantha," I say from the top of my head.

"Pleased to meet you, Samantha!"

From the way she pronounces my nom de plume I conclude that I have chosen well. It roles softly off her tongue. If only I had given her my real name, so that she could pronounce it in the same loving way. I would record her saying it. However, it is too late now for the truth.

"I am looking forward to our date!"

It is a date? I haven't had one of those in an eternity.

She gets up and so do I, hoping for a brief hug, maybe a quick kiss on the cheeks to seal our deal. I suddenly ache to smell her hair, her perfume. It would give me so much vital information.

But she just waves goodbye and smiles one last time. The last thing I see is her scarlet scarf, as I return to my grey life.

Stop making a fool out of me! Why don't you come on over, Valerie? Those words are on my mind.

* * *

My anticipation in the following days is like a cold wave creeping through my body and slowing the rest of my irrelevant life. I warm myself in these times with my blazing anticipation and my endless imagination of what she will do to me:

When she opens the door to her apartment, I am actually scared.

She is wearing a colorful Kimono which reveals a generous amount of her chest, when she turns around, the garment opens itself and for a moment I see her right breast. It is the briefest of moments, less than a heartbeat, before the silky garment presses itself against her body and removes any indecency.

I wonder whether Valerie intended this, whether this is orchestrated to tease me. I feel bad and then I remember that I am actually here for this, and I am paying for all of it.

She invites me into her living room. I expected a lot of trinkets and walls full of pictures and memories from all sorts of experiences and travels around the world. Instead, there is almost no furniture, and the walls are empty. As if this is her workplace. And maybe it is. I never considered it.

She offers me a seat on the large couch. Her scarlet scarf is draped over it. I feel that this must be a symbol, right? This can't be coincidence!

"Would you like something to drink?"

I'm wondering whether that is included in the price. I should have asked Google!

"A red wine, maybe?" I ask.

"Coming right up!"

Payment. Google told me to pay in advance. I have rolled up the bills like gangsters do. I am looking for a jar to put it in. Like in the movies.

"I'll take that" she says gently, and I hand her the cash. To my disappointment she quickly unrolls it to count it.

Valerie, you can trust me!

She disappears in the kitchen and returns with two glasses. Valerie hands me her glass and sits next to me. Everything about her is of a casual grace. The way she is holding her glass, how she has tucked her leg under, how she plays with her hair. She brushes her neck with the tips of her hair. I make a note to kiss her there. If that is what she likes. The mere thought that I might get to kiss that beautiful creature makes me shiver.

Everything about me is tense.

She attempts some small talk, but I don't want to talk. My mouth is dry despite the wine and my mind empty despite the alcohol. I want to listen to her. My words would spoil the moment.

There are so many things I would like to ask her though. But none are appropriate, even considering that I pay her. How long she has done this, whether she likes it, how many johns she had today. I am pretty sure that she has been confronted with these questions hundreds of times before. I don't want to be a cliché, I want to be original. I am not though, and so I remain quiet.

"So, what would you like us to do?"

I did not answer that question when she asked me in the café.

I see her lips: Can I kiss them?

I see her breasts: Can I touch them?

Can I kiss your neck? Can I put my fingers inside of you? I'll be gentle, just trust me. You must have had a hard day. Let me take care of you!

I understand now that I want her to feel good. I am here to make her happy. This seems to be more important than my own pleasure.

My pleasure rests in hers. I wish I could make her come. I wish I could give her pleasure. Google has lectured me that some prostitutes actually come, that it happens more often than one would think. I don't quite believe it.

I also doubt that I would be able to pleasure her. I am not good at this. How many people has she been with today? How many people have tried? Has anyone succeeded?

While all these ugly thoughts have rumbled through my head, she has just looked at me. I still haven't answered her question.

She puts her hand on my neck and slides it around it to gently pull me to her lips.

I can smell the wine on her breath before I taste her lips. They are soft and wet. A feeling I have not felt in a long time. Something is happening to me, it's not just that our lips touch. I just know that there is some sort of sorcery going on, that she is injecting an unknown potion into my body. I breathe it in, sweet and heavy when I inhale her kiss.

I dig my fist into her hair, not sure if I am allowed to do that, if I am allowed to touch her. She doesn't object. My fingers run through the strands of her hair, and I tickle my cheek with them when I want to smell her hair quickly.

Her hand slides down my neck and to my breasts. Before she opens the button on my blouse, she checks whether I'm okay with it. And of course, I am. I am okay with all her attention and care.

I'm getting moist, and I am not talking about my pussy. My eyes are getting teary. I quickly wipe away the tear before she notices. It is not sadness, it's the beauty of what she is doing to me.

Valerie reaches into my bra and her fingers rub against my hard nipples. She plays with them and breaks off our kiss. I raise my head and offer my neck to her. She could bite me like an animal, instead she kisses the sensitive skin on my neck, and I feel her gently sucking it. I wish she did it harder. I'd proudly wear her love bite for the next couple of days. Like a teenager in love. Like a mark or a seal showing my allegiance.

But she is professional enough to leave no marks.

I don't resist when she slides my blouse off my shoulder. Undressing myself during the few times I have had sex has always been awkward. She makes it feel elegant. Like a royal would unpack a present. When she undoes my bra and slips it off, when she opens my pants, I follow her guidance.

It's the little things that I remember. When she rests her hand on the top button of my pants and seeks my approval before she opens it.

"Is it okay?" she asks. "Do you like it?", "May I?"

Valerie has taken control of me in the subtlest of ways.

She doesn't open the zipper, though. Instead, she points her attention to my breast. She kisses them, sucks them, and I feel an electricity jolting through my body. I look down at her. Guys have sucked on my breasts but never with that meaningful passion. As if there is a certain technique of moving her tongue, maybe similar to a spell, something that only witches are taught at full moon. It must be more than mere experience, it is supernatural.

I play with her hair and remember that she asked me what I would like her to do. There are so many options. There is so much she could do, and I would be okay with all of them.

But what I am most curious about are her fingers. The fingers that rested on my hand in the café, that held my neck, that caressed my nipples. I want them in me.

Maybe it is the only thing that I decide that night, but I find her wrist and put it between my legs.

She stops for a moment and looks me in the eyes. They are not as dark brown, as I had previously thought. There are sprinkles of hazel in them. It makes them even more lively. What a great choice of color, I am thinking, as if she had a say in choosing that color.

Her hand moves up and down my thigh, and for a second, I wonder whether she misunderstood, but then her fingers find the zipper. She looks at me again, and I nod before she pulls it down to reveal my panties.

I have bought a new set of underwear. Just for her. It was not cheap. For a moment I am thinking that I will never wear it again. That I will frame it and put it up in my bedroom, and whenever I meet her, I will buy a new set of underwear and a frame. And I will write a letter for each frame, like the entry of a diary, in which I will treasure my memories. And I will compose a song on the piano for every time I met her, and the song will reflect my feelings during that session.

It is a silly idea. I can't play the piano, I don't have enough money for underwear and frames, and I don't think that I would be able to find the words to express my feelings.

It would be nice though.

She has asked me to lift my hips and has peeled off my jeans and my panties.

I am naked in front of her.

It feels right, but it also feels unfair, and so in an act of rebellion I push her away and focus my attention on her, as I open her Kimono. My unwrapping of her is like that of a greedy child who can't wait to get to the presents.

It is my turn to caress her body, and I feel like a peasant compared to her elegance. But when my tongue flicks over her nipples, I hear her moan.

I am so proud of myself. That I am able to make her moan in pleasure. It is an odd thought. Only later it occurs to me that she might be faking it. But at that moment I don't mind and later I reason that she would never do that to me.

 

She lets me explore her body, doesn't object, whatever I do.

Eventually she takes control again, and eventually I feel her hand on my neatly trimmed triangle. Yes, I have groomed myself for her.

She seeks my approval when her fingers caress my vulva, and lost in her eyes, I almost forget to give it to her.

For a moment I am worried that I might be leaking my juices all over her couch. That is how wet I am. That is also how self-conscious I am.

By now my body is on fire and when her finger glides into me, I feel that something is happening that is far beyond everything I have deemed possible.

She must have dipped her finger into a poison that consumes me with lust, that manipulates my body. This is witchcraft. I feel like after this I will not be the same. Valerie will turn me into something wicked like her sex slave. And I wouldn't mind serving her, cleaning up after her clients have left, just to get a fraction of her attention. It is insane.

When I am about to climax, I whisper: "No, no, no!" But it is a whisper only in my mind. I don't want her to hear it and to stop, But I also don't want it to be over so soon. So, I gather all my strength to fight against it, to hold back.

Of course, she notices and gently tells me to relax, to enjoy it, and of course I follow her advice. There is nothing I can do against her sorcery.

This is pure beauty.

It is art.

It is too much.

When I climax, I feel like my flesh is raw, and when her fingers caress me while my lower body is caught in the most violent spasms, I push her hand away.

It is something I will regret. Something I would want to apologize for. I can only hope that she forgives my rudeness.

I never do apologize, though, I forget.

We are lying next to each other. My hand is gently playing with her breast, hers with my hair. I can't say anything. I don't want to speak. I just want to feel all my happiness circulate through my veins, and I don't want it to leave.

* * *

Of course, nothing like that will ever happen. I am too scared to approach her. I can't see myself do that, and I doubt that I will ever find the courage.

But I watch her every day as she leaves and when she returns. Those brief seconds make my day. The rest is filled with my imagination. All I can do is fantasize about my encounters with her. It might sound sad, it is not for me, though. My thoughts of her are purer than reality can ever be.

Just one thing, though: I have asked Google how I can learn to play the piano, and I am trying to put to music my dreams of our time together.

The end

 

 

 

 

 

 

Farmgirl

 

 

 

 

 

Farmgirl

38

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I look down at the farm below, I know he's down there, I know he's got plans for me this morning, I just don't know what they are. I pull my dungarees on and stomp downstairs in my boots, putting the feed into the animals troughs and checking to ensure they're all well fed.

Little did I know that I'd be joining them before long...

I pause at the cows shed and look in, one of the pens there is empty, no sign of the cow that was in there. I walk down to see that someone's opened the back of the pen and let them walk out, sighing as I move in to see where they've gone.

A pair of strong hands take my arms and move them behind my back, the unmistakable sound of a zip tie being done up and my boobs push forwards as the hands move up my arms, locking my elbows in place.

"What...." I open my mouth to question what's happening, in time to feel something long and cold slide in between my teeth. I try to push it out, but years of being a good girl leave me unable to resist something long in my mouth and I instinctively suck it in. Another zip tie around my ankles and I totter back and forth, shuffling uncomfortably as I feel the vibrations starting in the machine.

It's for feeding cows, I'll burst...

My panic must be obvious as I feel his hands on my butt, my back.

"Don't worry..." His voice, gentle, low, calming, "It's time you stopped working so hard, I'm going to look after you from this point forwards."

I try to relax as my throat bulges, looking up at the hopper above me as he adjusts the flow, his hands unbuttoning my dungarees so that he can rub oil into my belly as I feel the first load dumping into me. I feel the weight dropping into me, my legs trembling as I get heavier, my belly starting to ache as I feel the pressure building, the mass inside me increasing. I squall as I feel his hands all over me, then the warmth of his breath...

There...

I moan as his tongue shoots up into me, like a lightning bolt of pleasure as I tremble there, my muscles in the confused state of straining and pulsing, time ceases to have any meaning for me as he keeps me up on the edge of explosion, continually edging me to the point of popping but letting me slide down the curve every time.

It's dark when the machine stops and the tube slips out of my mouth. I stand wide legged as he does the dungarees up, now skin tight on my body as I lumber forwards, my hands cradling the mass of my belly as I waddle towards the exit, not enough light to see what's happened to me.

In the pale moonlight, I look down in shock at what he's done to me...

My belly is huge, not just tight, but massive and heavy, my creamy skin pushing out to both sides as I bulge out of the sides of my dungarees.

How much did he put in me?

I waddle back to the house, peeling off my dungarees and looking in the mirror. What stares back at me is a woman easily pregnant with twins, her belly arcing up from her pelvis to just between her now massive tits. I hear the phone ring, reaching down slowly with my legs spread to keep my balance.

"Good girl," I hear his voice, "I know you normally sleep in the buff, but tonight you need to wear the things I got for you."

I walk through to the bedroom where a sports bra and pair of speedo shorts sit. It takes me more than twenty minutes to struggle into them, my new heaviness making it impossible to end and flex, I slump to the bed, hearing the springs groan at my increased weight. Exhausted by the day, sleep comes quickly.

I wake with a start, the weight of me keeping me down as I look down at my body, now back to being thin, but weighing the same as I did when I went to bed. I stand and the enormous shorts fall off my smaller ass, I look down at the end of the bed to see a rubber catsuit there, the phone rings again.

"You wear that to the barn today," His voice deep and commanding.

I struggling into the catsuit, a half ton of talc managed to get me in there, and I feel absurd squeaking down the stairs, Catwoman in a pair of wellies. I look in the mirror.

More like FatCatwoman...

I squeak out to the feeding pens and then move on to the barn, looking around as the suit holds me together. I feel his hands behind me again, not resisting this time as the zip ties go on me. He pushes my legs apart, putting a spread bar between my ankles as he straps me in. The tube comes down and I open my lips to let it slide in, squatting slightly as I feel the catsuit straining around my butt. I twerk experimentally and hear the seams going, twerking again as I feel the tube engaging, then again.

A thick ripping sound echoes from behind me and the back of the catsuit bursts open as the cold air rushes in and exposes my ass and pussy.

"Bad girl," I hear the amusement in his voice as he lines up behind me, "Now I have to punish you."

I twerk again and then straighten up as another tube slips into me, this one thick and meaty, my eyes open wide as my molten insides wrap around him, feeling my descent into erotic madness beginning.

I pulse and heave, the catsuit squeaking and groaning as I get bigger and bigger, just a huge mass of woman jiggling and heaving as she gets bigger and bigger. I feel his rough hands on my hugeness as he pumps at me, again edging me up the pleasure chain but not letting it tighten too much. I twerk on him furiously, trying to get him to go off In me, but he rides me like a prize steer, always careful not to go too deep. I feel the pressure increasing as he pumps and pumps, my heavy body sloshing and heaving.

RIP....

An explosion of talc sprays the entire barn as the catsuit bursts all the way up my back, my fat exploding through it, my tits exploding the front, leaving it a tattered ruin on my immensity. I feel his rough hands on me, clawing at it, his cock going deeper, moaning my frustration as he keeps us both on the edge but not letting us go over.

Night falls and he pulls the tube out, releasing me from my bindings and letting me waddle back up to the house in only my wellies. I look in the mirror, bigger than I was yesterday, but tighter, my thighs massive with muscle as I look at the bed, seeing a different pair of panties and a bra that resembles a catapult harness. The phone rings again and I strain to answer.

"Did you enjoy today?" He asks

"I wanted you to cum," I pout, "I wanted to cum."

"Patience," I hear his smile down the phone, "Tomorrow you'll understand."

I sleep restlessly, waking as the bed snaps in the middle, propelling my heaviness to the floor. I bend in the middle and blush furiously as my shorts explode off my tight ass, the bra already in tatters from the pressure of my tits in them. I rise up slowly and look out to the barn, caressing my tight heaviness, feeling the fat pulsing within me, but I'm still not much bigger than when I started. The floor creaks with every step my swollen feet make on them. I look in the mirror, my pussy lips have bloated, now huge, pink rubber lips, like I've been on a vacuum pump all night.

How can I be heavier but not bigger?

I look down at the bed, another catsuit there, this one looking reinforced. I struggle into it with the help of some oil, squeaking down the stairs, my foot going through the last one as I step heavily down.

Can't go back up there now...

I walk slowly back to the barn, the weight on me pressing down as I lumber forwards, still tight and hard inside the suit, but weighing three times what I did. I look into the barn and see a metre high metal pole emerging from the ground, a seat at the end of it with a gleaming dildo on the end greased and glistening.

"I don't want that..." I call into the air, "I want your pole..."

"If you take that," I hear his voice, "You'll get my pole..."

I lumber forwards and lift my leg high, positioning the end of the pole against my ass. The weight makes me drop down and I hear the seams tearing and howl as the dildo slips all the way up me, sitting down heavily it is spears me to the stomach. I reach down as a bulge appears in the catsuit where the dildo attempts to chestburst me. I feel his hands on my head and a rubber helmet comes down, encasing my head in a soundless, lightless prison. He moves around the front of me and I gulp as I'm pierced in the pussy, realising that I can't resist with my pussy swollen the way it is. My ass vibrates as the pump starts and I slap my belly hard, hearing his gasp as the fat inside me turns into a wave, forcing him to ride it.

Trapped in the hood, I become his sex toy, jiggling and growing, heaving and fucking, the catsuit detonates from my massive body and I feel him clutching at me as he rides the wave of my huge body, his body tight against mine, my body now huge, helpless as I grow and grow. He pulls the hood from my head and I see that it's dark, the articulated trailer in the barn now carrying sheets as I realise he's made me a new bed. I lumber over very slowly, every step a massive effort as the weight of me threatens to overwhelm me and send me blubberously to the floor. I look in the mirror, a woman possessed of massive muscular legs, a torso nearly spherical with pressure, and tits the size of the cow that used this barn stares back at me, her arms still thin and muscular, her face still lean and tight somehow.

"What have you done to me?" I moan softly as I crawl onto the trailer.

"Tomorrow you'll see..." I hear his smile.

I lay on the trailer, feeling helpless as my body churns and stretches, the soft gurgling of my weight now sloshing me from side to side as he pulls the covers over me.

I wake to find myself weighing more than the Titanic, my body hard and tight again, heavy with muscle and tight of belly and boobs. I look up through dulled eyes as he looks down at me.

"I'm heavy..." I moan softly, feeling the maddening pulse of my pussy down below, starved of release for more than three days, "I want to cum, I need to cum..."

"I know..." He smiles and brushes his hand through my hair, "But if you cum, you'll get everything that I've put into you for days, and all at once..."

"I'll be a tank..." I look up at him wide eyed.

"Yes you will," He brushes against me and I feel his raging hard on in his pants, "A tank full of me."

My eyes open wider and I shuffle onto my back, my legs opening wider than my eyes, "Give it to me, I want to carry what you have."

"Just like that?" He grins in amusement.

"Right fucking now," I grip his cock furiously.

He smiles and pulls back, his cock like a pole in my hand.

"No you don't..." I grin and grip him like a vise, pulling him yelping on to the trailer and casting him to the deck. I scramble up, pinning him to the trailer with the massive weight of me, feeling my massive pussy lips divide over the greased pole as I move up him and then...

Contact...

I howl in pleasure as he pierces me to the core, his eyes roll up in his head as he feels my weight descend on him, my huge fat pussy spreading over him, his hands on my giant leaking tits. I ride him hard, my pussy aching for release as I soar up the pleasure curve.

"If you cum, you'll never leave the barn..." he looks up at me with a wicked smile on his face.

"I don't want to leave the barn," I pant as I hunker down on him, "I want to stay here as your fuck doll."

"Don't you want more?" He asks

"M...ore..?" I groan as I feel myself starting to go.

"Don't you want children?"

I pause in my frantic pumping and lower myself down to him, pinning him to the trailer with my gigantic milk tanks. "You want to give me children...?" I feel tears beginning at the corner of my eyes.

"You're full of fertility hormones," He smiles, "I go off in you and you're carrying me forever."

"But you want to give me...."

"I want you big, bouncy, and bountiful," He smiles up at me, "I'll take care of you from here..."

I feel my heart pound as I ride him faster, my hips vibrating as I desperately work at pulling his promise from him.

My head goes back as my insides explode, a torrent of fluids erupting between us as I squirt like I've never squirted before. I look down in shock as my whole body tightens, watching as my legs swell up, my belly becoming a massive balloon of juice, my tits...

Fuck, I'm going to smother him...

I lean back as he holds me there, my body swelling like the earth goddess as he lets me ripple my way into impossible, delicious hugeness. I roll back to avoid crushing him, watching as my legs breach a hundred inches around, now pulling the splits as my belly erupts upwards.

Mount Abigail...

As if he's read my thoughts, I feel him pushing in to my mountainous body, his cock not going all the way in, only dipping, and then I realise that with me this big, he needs to get through all my layers before he can get into me.

"Push," I shout, "PUSH...."

I feel him gather up handfuls of my flesh and lance forwards, his meaty pole penetrating my outer layers, my inner layers, my...

I howl as his cock head pops into my innermost cave, a brief thought flashes through my head as I remember what happened to the last woman who took all those hormones.

They never got her off the birthing bed...

I try to wrap my huge legs around him, slapping my huge belly with my tight arms, the wave rippling around me on both sides, till it reaches him, I feel him tense as he tries to resist the wave, his voice rising in pitch as he tries to hold back.

"AAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

I lay back, fulfilled, well, filled full, I'll never leave this barn, but hearing his ascending cries, I smile.

I can live with that...

Been enjoying life up here.

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Siena Ch. 01 - Directing

 

 

 

 

I was walking with Siena, talking about basically nothing when she blurted out, "I have a problem with a guy I am seeing."

Her normal bubbly self was a little subdued. I looked over to her, searching for a facial expression, but she looked off in the distance away from me.

"What's up?" I asked, possibilities already running through my mind.

"Um, hmm, well, I met this guy. He is a geek, Like for real," she said. The flow of the conversation was bit slower, like she was picking her words.

"Oh that's awesome, Siena," I said. "You have been looking for a nerd. Sounds like a good match. So what's the problem?"

"Well, we have seen each other four times now. The first time, we just went out to dinner. The second time, we went for a walk in the woods. The last couple of times, we went to my place."

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Oh, so, is there a problem in the sack? Is that it?"

She laughed. "I like how you just cut to the chase and know me so well." She paused. "No, that's the thing. It's not that he's bad at all." One more hesitation, and she dropped on me, "I have not even kissed him." She said it almost in a whisper.

I stopped. She walked a couple of paces before stopping too. I stared at her, mouth agape. "He hasn't kissed you?" I asked.

She shook her head.

I was stunned. "Well, why the fuck not?"

"And now you understand my problem," Siena said. "I keep giving him the clear signals. Touch his arm, stroke his hand, lean into him when I sit next to him, but he hasn't so much as touched me unless I initiate."

"Hmmm, that is a problem," I say. "But, you have never been shy about that. Just kiss him, rip off his clothes, and climb on top. I don't think he's going to turn you down."

Siena sighed. "I am in control so much of my day. I have work responsibilities and mom responsibilities. I just don't want to have to be in control on this. I want him to sneak into my bed, hold me down, and fuck the shit out of me."

It is the nature of our friendship that these words did not shock me. I did chuckle a bit.

We walked in silence for awhile, just enjoying the outside and each other's company. I snuck a look at her ass as she did and shook my head. "What kind of idiot passes up the opportunity to tap that?," I thought.

Nearing the end of our walk, I started to develop a plan. I mulled it over in my mind, thinking over the details. After fleshing it out a bit, I said to Siena, "Let's go around the block again, I think I have an idea for you."

She glanced up at me and gave me a smile. "Ya?"

"So, what if I...", I started, and then outlined my thoughts to her. We ended up needing to circle the block twice just to convey the details.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I love it," she said. "When do we do this?"

I laughed at how eager she was. "I am free this Friday night. Can you set it up for then?"

"I think so," she said.

I stopped and hugged her. "This changes nothing between us, ok?"

She looked kind of offended, "Of course!"

"Good, then I will see you Friday."

"What should I wear?" she said.

"Hmmm... wear that dress that you like that shows off your ass. But, unlike how you normally roll, throw on some panties and a bra. We are going to need those."

Chuckling, she shook her head. "Ok."

"Later, hideous face."

"Later, nerd with no game."

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Friday night came and I texted Siena, "Everything all set?"

"Yep. Come over at 8."

I waited the three years in between, which was actually just two hours. I was buzzed into the outside door and walked into her apartment without knocking. She was hugging me almost before I was through the door, which was not unusual. Her flowery dress hugged her in all the right places, and I saw that she had a lacy bra from my vantage point. She caught me looking and grinned. I was always so obvious.

A tall thin man stood up from a kitchen chair. He just looked at us with a slightly puzzled expression. An awkward silence was broken by Siena saying, "Derek, this is Richard, Richard this is Derek, my friend."

I shook Richards's hand firmly. "Nice to meet you," I said, noticing how his handshake was tentative.

There was a sofa in the living room that sat three, a love seat that sat two, and a recliner. I purposely picked the three seat sofa and sat dead in the middle. Siena sat down directly across from me on the love seat. Richard looked at the couch, at the loveseat, at the recliner, and made the only logical choice. He sat beside Siena.

"So, what are you guys up to tonight," I asked.

I could almost read Richard's mind as he looked over at me. "Who is this guy? Why is he here? When will he leave?" were my guesses.

Siena glanced at him and said, "Um, not too much. Maybe watch a movie. Just hang out."

We just started to chat about stuff. Nothing very deep or personal. Richard kept looking back and forth at us, wondering, undoubtably, how long I would hang out. I almost felt sorry for him. After awhile, he just sort of sat back and looked zoned out.

I gave Siena a slight nod. She nodded back.

"So, Richard, how long have you been seeing Siena?"

Richard did a sort of double take. It took him a couple of seconds to answer. "Um, this is like our fifth date. I think our first one was about a month ago." He looked over at her, but she did not have a comment.

"Oh, wow," I said. "She is a good girl. And a great kisser."

Richard's mouth just fell open. "Umm".

Siena giggled. It was such a cute sound.

I smiled, "Hey, no worries Richard, Siena and I are just kissing flirty friends. I am happily married."

Richard seemed relieved, so I had to throw out there, "Not that I wouldn't fuck the crap out of her if I could."

"Derek!" Siena exclaimed, laughing. Richard's mouth was open, clearly wondering how serious I was and if he should be doing something about the statement.

I chuckled, "Just keeping it real."

Richard laughed awkwardly, clearly not knowing if I were joking or not. He cleared his throat. "Um, I wouldn't know if she was a good kisser, we haven't kissed yet."

I gaped at him. I tried to recall my shock at hearing this exact thing when Siena told me so that my reaction was real. "Say what..?"

Everyone kind of froze. Richard had his eyes cast downward. I winked at Siena and she hid a smile behind her hand.

"Dude, man, what's up with that?," I asked.

Richard was making eye contact with plants, lamps, furniture... everything except for me. "I dunno," he mumbled.

I let the silence linger for a minute. "Maybe I can help," I said softly, almost too low to hear. Richard's ear perked, like he wasn't sure that I said what I said and didn't know how to react.

I shook my head. "Alexa!", I paused. "Please set the lights to dim and play R&B music. Volume 2". The lights came down and soft music began playing.

"So, Richard. Let's fix that, ok. Just lean over and give Siena a kiss." I said it with a moderate volume voice, but an edge of command to it.

His face turned red, he coughed, and he sought her eyes for confirmation. She just gazed back and waited, letting him come to her. He was poised, frozen in that moment.

"Go ahead, man." I assured him.

He leaned towards her, she turned her face so he had a clear lane. And he gave the barest peck on her lips before retreating back to his spot.

"Ok, ok, Richard, that's a start, I guess. But, really press your lips against hers. And count in your head to three." Again, I said it in a normal tone, but one that expected to be obeyed.

He went in for the kiss, but this time his lips pressed into hers and stayed. I could see Siena's chest rise and fall in response.

"Great, Richard, great!", I cheered as he broke the kiss. He blushed, but looked pleased.

"What do you think, Siena?" I asked

"That was good," she breathed, but with just the tiny bit of hesitation.

"See that Richard, Siena liked it. Did you hear just that little bit of uncertainty, though? Siena needs just a little more. So, this time when you kiss her, press your tongue into her mouth. Start out gentle, but get it moving. Let's see how it goes."

His face showed how uncertain he was. I had him off balance and he did not know how to react, how to figure out what was happening. I saw him shrug just the tiniest amount and then kiss Siena for the third time. But, now I could see his tongue active and in her mouth. Again, her body responded. I could tell that it was a bit all over the place, though.

"Hold on a sec, Richard," I said, moving across the room to be next to Siena on her other side. He disengaged, a starry look on his face. I guess he was enjoying this, which was good.

"You can't just jam your tongue into her mouth. You need to work it. Think about how you are trying to tease it forward, then build momentum, and then think about simulating oral sex. It is in all in the mind. Here, let me show you." I reached down and lifted Siena's chin, bending to reach her lips. My tongue darted out, and then I slowly, steadily pushed my tongue in and out of her mouth. I trapped her lip between mine, then pulled her to me using the back of her head. We stayed like that for almost a full minute and you could almost feel the tension in the air. When I broke the kiss, she gasped, a little breathless.

I crossed the room again, sitting down. Siena sat with a far away smile on her face. Richard seemed like he was trying to decide if he should be mad or whatever, so before he could decide that, I said, "Do you see? Now you give it a try. As you get into it, press in, use your hand to gently pull her. Think seductive thoughts."

Richard paused, "What is going on here?," he said out loud.

Siena pulled his head over and said, "Richard, it's ok, just go with it."

Another hesitation, a little shrug, and he was following my instructions. This time Siena lay back just a little and I could see her nipples through her shirt, trying to poke someone in the eye. They were getting into it, both of them, and I saw her taking turns driving into his mouth.

"Great," I said, "now stroke her hair, moving it away from her neck. As you make out, take an opportunity to kiss her neck. You can even use your tongue on it a little."

Richard stroked Siena's golden hair and broke their kiss long enough to kiss her neck. You could hear Siena moan just a little. "See, Richard, she likes that." Emboldened, Richard kissed more of her neck. Siena closed her eyes and leaned back even more. Her dress rode up to mid thigh, and I imagined she was getting quite aroused. Watching, I had to adjust my hard cock in my shorts. The mood music and lighting helped to maintain the spell.

"OK, man, have that hand stroking her hair touch her down her back. Use it to draw her closer as you kiss her again. Start to explore her body a little." It seemed some of Richard's hesitation was falling away as his hand started to move even before I stopped talking. This was going fabulously.

They made out in front of me, both of their hands roaming a bit more. Sometimes he would kiss her neck and sometimes he would kiss her lips. I let them work on their own for a couple and they broke off naturally. I think, honestly, they briefly forgot I was here.

The action was getting good when I asked, "Does anyone want a drink?".

Richard stood up, moving awkwardly. I could tell he was trying to hide his erection and was amused. I also rose and made no effort to hide how incredibly hard I was. Siena smirked.

"Sure," Siena said.

I grabbed a couple of beers in the fridge and passed them out. We drank and chatted for a bit, Richard still running his hands down Siena's back and her leaning on him. It was cute.

"Let's continue, Richard. Start by kissing her, running your hands through her hair and onto her shoulder. And, naturally as you can, slide your hand down her front until you are covering her breast through her shirt."

We were crossing a line here. What was before innocent was definitely drifting into the not so innocent category. We were all feeling a bit loose and buzzing from the drinks, but he looked a bit taken aback.

"Um, is that okay, Siena?" Richard asked.

She nodded and they started kissing. Richard got through the preamble, with the hand moving toward her breast, but hesitating to move it on. She kissed him enthusiastically, urging him. Finally, he covered her right breast, and she moaned into his mouth. I could feel a renewed stirring in my pants.

"Now, massage her breast through her shirt while you kiss her, slow at first," I said.

Richard hesitated again, seeking confirmation from me, and then at her, "Is that...," he began.

I interrupted him. "Hey, Siena, come with me in the other room for a sec."

Almost like she was waking up from a sleep, she blinked her eyes, stretched, and stood up. Still a bit confused, she following me into her bedroom and I closed the door, but kept it open just a crack.

Keeping my voice low, but not too low, I said, "So, how's it going today, Siena?"

Her confusion was written on her face. "Um, I am doing good. What's going on, Derek?"

"Has work been good? Things still super busy?" I asked.

The expression on her face was priceless. "Dude, what the heck?"

"Just another couple of seconds," I said, turning my watch towards me. "I think we're good now..."

"Ok, sounds good," I said a bit louder, opening the door and extending my arm for her to proceed me. She was moving back out when she stopped.

"Hey, you kissed me," she whispered.

I whispered back. "Ya, I did. Do you have a problem with that?"

She thought about it and shrugged. "I guess not."

"Great!", Derek said with a mischievous grin. "You can trust me,"

"Oh sure," she chuckled, "I do, Derek, with however this goes." We stopped whispering and went back into the living room. She sat down, a bemused grin on her face.

I sat across from them again and caught her eye. I winked at her and she visibly relaxed.

"So, Richard, Siena and I talked in the other room. She let me know what is ok for her to do, what's she's comfortable with, and most importantly, what's her line where she won't go," I peaked over at her, she mouthed, "We did?" and she was silently laughing to herself. I quickly looked away to avoid losing it.

"Anything I ask you to do from here, she is ok with." I studiously kept my eyes on Richard and did NOT glance over there. I could just see her sides heaving and I was barely holding it together.

Richard nodded.

I took a deep breath, calming myself. Siena got it together too. We both avoided each other's gaze as much as we could.

"Where were we? Oh yes, you were feeling her up through her shirt..."

This time Richard went almost immediately from kissing Siena to feeling her breast. I actually was a bit proud of him. There was kissing noises and little moans as she clearly enjoyed what he was doing. I watched as they progressed, and Richard moved his hand to her other breast and started to kneed that one through her shirt.

"Awesome, Richard. It is always a good idea to pay attention to both breasts and to vary it up so that you don't get stuck in monotony." I saw a smile from Siena and Richard continued what he was doing.

"OK, this is good. But, if you are kissing a girl like you are, Richard," I paused as he came up for air. "When it is going well, and you are feeling her up, and she's into it... you can go for unbuckling her bra. This is good way to get things moving to the next level."

I saw a momentary flash of anxiety when I mentioned "next level", so I plowed forward. "Reach behind her back and find her bra clasps. Siena's dress is a boon to you, because the scoop is low enough that you can see them."

Richard reached around, peering over Siena's shoulder to see the straps. He pulled on the bra straps, but they stubbornly stuck together.

"This is a common problem, Richard, especially the first time. The secret to unfastening a bra is to push the two sides together. Each bra generally has multiple hooks, so you want to think about pushing the loop away from the clasp."

I watched as Richard struggled. I could see Siena kinda losing patience.

I walked over and stood beside them again. I reached down and found his hands on her bra. "Push these together," I said, and he did. "Now, hold this one and angle this one towards her back, not away, see how the hook is." I saw that he did. And suddenly, it was unfastened. I quickly reached down and unfastened the second one for him one-handed. He was awed by it, and I smirked as I came back to my seat.

"Watch this trick, Richard." I said, nodding to Siena. "Siena, take your bra off."

Siena reached to her chest and pulled her bra straight out. Then, she pulled one strap down her arm. Richard watched fascinated at the process. Then she did the same with the other strap, and pulled the whole thing through the arm hole. "Tada!" she said and wiggled. You could see her braless breasts move in the dress, and I couldn't help laughing.

"Wow, that is a great trick," Richard said. I agreed.

"When you feel her now, Richard, there will only be one layer of clothing between you and her bare breast. She will feel it so much more intimately, so make sure to squeeze her nipples gently while you do."

I sat back and watched him follow my direction. "This is awesome," I thought. I reached down in my pants and readjusted my erection so that it was pointed towards my belly. It was starting to be uncomfortable. Glancing up, I made eye contact with Siena, who's expression plainly said that she had caught me adjusting myself. I shrugged and she grinned.

"There is a lot of room in that plunging neckline, Richard. I bet you can get your hand inside and feel your first bare female breast."

Richard started to indigently say, "This is not my first..." and then stopped. He knew, she knew, everyone knew, and we were all cool with it, so he didn't bother. Instead, he slipped his hand into her shirt and tentatively touched it.

"Don't be timid, Richard. That is your territory now. Kiss it, feel it, suck it, but don't be afraid. Forge ahead!"

His touch became more insistent, and the kissing kicked up a notch. Siena was moaning now between ever third breath or so. Her legs were scissoring open and closed too, and I could see just a flash of panties in the low light.

"Take that strap down, Richard, and pop it out. I assure you, it's gorgeous," I urged.

The strap of Siena's dress descended with maddening slowness. It almost seemed that her breast appeared in super slo-mo. Richard and I both swallowed at the same exact time. His hand on her breast molded it, pulling her nipple out towards me. The action was fricken hot and I surreptitiously unsnapped my shorts, giving myself more room.

"Alexa, dim the lights, set to pink," I said. Alexa, being the good bot, adjusted the lighting.

I watched as Richard cupped Siena's bare breast and kissed her neck. Her breathing was definitely increased. "Richard, you know you want to, so why don't you take that breast into your mouth and suck her nipple."

Siena opened her eyes and stared at me as Richard took her breast in his mouth and sucked on her nipple. I maintained eye contact as I said, "Lick from the bottom of her breast up around her nipple and then trap her nipple and draw it out." I could see the arousal in her eyes, and they rolled up in her head as he did what I asked. She again sought me out and glanced meaningfully down at her lower body, opening and closing her legs. I nodded and held up a finger, letting her know we were getting there.

She opened her legs again and left them open. I stared and she stared at me staring and wow, I think I grew like two inches. I had to unzip to give myself even more room, and I could feel me poking out. Judging by how her eyes got wide, she noticed.

 

"What do you want to do next, Richard? What is your instinct?" I asked. I thought immediately that it was the wrong question. He froze up.

"It's ok, we are friends here," I coaxed.

Richard sighed and I could see him twitch as if to touch Siena below the waist.

"That's right, Richard. You have the right instincts. It's time to put your hand on her knee and run it up her thigh. See how her legs are open? She's inviting you in," I said.

Her legs closed briefly and her cheeks pinked. But, they immediately reopened. The mouth kissing her nipple may have helped. I think she was also getting into showing off.

I leaned forward, watching as his hand made contact with her knee. Continuing to kiss her breast and suck her nipple, his hand crept upward on her thigh. Siena spread her legs even more, closing her eyes, her breasts heaving now. I marveled at the perky perfectness of them. They were on the smallish side, but the cute little barbell piercings were just sexy as hell.

Richard moved his hand all way to the junction between her legs. His hand rested against her panties and I could tell he did not know where to go from here.

I came over and put my knee down just in front of them. If Siena opened her eyes, she would think I was proposing. I smiled at the thought. "She is wearing panties, so your next steps are to use those to your advantage. Use the edge of the hand to massage her through them," I said. Siena glanced down at me, momentarily surprised how close I was. And then she closed her eyes again. I had a nearly perfect view of the action below her dress.

"Use the tip of your fingers to find her slit," I waited as he poked around a bit, and then settled directly in the middle, clearly making contact. "OK, that's good. Now stroke up and down so that you understand where it begins and ends," I said. I watched as he moved his finger down towards her ass and then back up again to the top of her pubic mound. "Now, stop about right there," I instructed.

He did and Siena started to thrust ever so slightly upward with her pelvis, pressing his finger tighter to her. "See how she is pressing to you? It's because you are close to making contact with her clit. Dig your finger in a bit, her panties will yield. You should feel a little nub. Be gentle at first, but it likes to be rubbed." My vantagepoint was perfect for viewing his fingers dent Siena's panties. The action pushed them inside, creating a perfect outline of her sex, which I admired from close up.

"That's it," I said. "You are doing great. Combine that with sucking her other breast." I instructed. He pushed the other strap of her dress down so that both breasts were in view. Still wiggling his fingers, he pulled her nipple with his tongue. Siena gave a sharp hiss and her pelvis thrust into his fingers. Her open eyes found mind and were wild with arousal. My cock throbbed in response. I started to rub her foot while I watched, and I swear I heard her purr.

"You can tell that her panties are making her crazy right now," I said. "She wants the touch of your skin against her skin, and they are in the way. The rough fabric has its own erotic appeal, but she craves more. I am going to bet she is soaked, Richard," I whispered, not wanting to break the spell. "Pull aside her panties and touch her."

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Richard found the leg hole of Siena's underwear and pulled it to the side. I was treated to the sight of her completely bare, swollen, and soaked pussy. I swear I could see some of her juices leaking out. "Damn, that is hot," I thought. His fingers dived in and he started to sort of mash her pussy.

"Slow, slow, Richard," his fingers slowed down. "Now, use that finger to trace her. Split her lips and feel the wetness. Bring that wetness up to her clit and circle it. Then work your way downward into her hole. I suspect she will be quite receptive."

I could see him doing it, my view partially obstructed by his hand and not ideal from the lighting, but I was never so hard in my entire life as I was right then. And glancing over at Richard, I suspect he was in the same boat. His pants were tented in a rather obvious way.

"Take her hand and move it to your cock, Richard," I suggested. He used the hand not fingering her to take her hand and put it directly on his erection. I could see it jump in his pants and almost broke out in laughter. Siena needed no instruction: she quickly started to outline him through his pants.

"Why don't you unzip yourself? That has to be uncomfortable." He seemed almost sheepish. It took some moments, but he unzipped and pulled his pants down in the process, releasing his cock. From where I knelt, it was a decent size. I think Siena would be pleased. A second later her hand was on it, and she did indeed look happy.

Although Richard was doing much better with his finger work, I could still see a bit of clumsiness. "Take her panties off," I said, "it will help make this less awkward. In fact, let me."

I reached up and grabbed both ends of her panties. Her eyes found me and asked the question, but she lifted her ass off the couch anyway. I slid them off her, stopping when I reached her feet. I turned the act into a full blown foot massage for her, and again I swore I heard a purr. My foot massage also had the side benefit of a perfectly unobstructed view up her dress. She spread her legs, partly so that Richard could get back to what he was doing, and partly to show off, I am sure.

"Go on now, get in there." His stunned expression quickly faded as he again cupped her sex. I could also see her stroking him. I watched them play with each other, sitting back and unzipping myself all the way. I rubbed my bare skin and marvelled how well this was going.

They were enjoying touching each other, both clearly getting more excited. I marveled at being so close to the action.

"I think it's time to go to the bedroom," I announced. "Just leave your clothes here."

They both looked at each other. Siena stood up, reached down to her dress, and simply peeled it over her head, striking a pose in all her naked glory. I gave her two thumbs up and a crazy smile. Richard was a bit more hesitant, but his obviously throbbing erection was out anyway, so he just tossed his shirt aside, pulled off the rest of his clothes, and moved towards her room. When I followed, he again showed nervousness, but I just kept the ball rolling.

"Lay her down at the edge of the bed, Richard, legs hanging off," I said, not letting the moment pass. He moved her to the end and pushed, knocking her over. I wish I had thought to grab my camera, because it was a marvelous site seeing her slit isolated like that and her tits pointing to the ceiling. Her skin was so smooth and touchable. It was enough to take your breath away.

"Kneel down between her legs, spreading them enough to get in between. Slowly kiss her inner thighs towards her pussy," I said. Siena gulped and started to pull her nipples, needing more sensation for what she knew was coming.

"That's right, just like that. Now, kiss her and lick her outer lips. Ya, you got it. Up and down just like that. Tease just the tip of your tongue up and down her slit. Good good! You're doing great! Now, with your fingers, spread her lips until you can see her clitoral hood. See that nubb there? Ya, that's it. Very carefully, lick around it and on it. It is sensitive! Awesome. Alternate that with taking your tongue and inserting it in her hole. Ya, that is hot." Siena was moaning out loud now. The twisting of her nipples was more intense.

"Use your finger in her hole. Can you see this come hither gesture? Ya, do that until you hook behind her pelvic bone. Not quite. Just a little more."

Richard looked up confused, the juices glistening on his face.

"Like this," I said, standing directly next to him, my fingers extended and touching on the outside of her thigh. I curled my fingers and mimicked tugging them back towards me. I could tell he was mimicking my actions and she started to thrash just a bit. "See, that feels good to her, keep doing that." Siena gazed at me with such intensity. I put my fingers to my lips as I slipped off my shorts and underwear and stroked my cock off to the side and out of Richard's view. I swear she gave my cock a hungry stare.

"Kiss around her clit and push your face in even more. Carefully, oh so carefully, surround her clit with your lips and suck it gently."

Siena grabbed the sheet with one hand and balled it in her first, the other went to the back of his head and pushed it in even more. She was panting. Richard buried his face in her lips, with his fingers still working inside of her. Siena was clearly enjoying it, but I could tell it wasn't enough to get her there.

"What do you need, Siena?" I asked, bending to her and pointing my ear her way.

She moaned and whined.

"Come on, you can tell me." I said.

She thrashed back and forth, bringing her hands up to flick each of her pierced dumbbells. Her skin was now covered in sweat and her eyes dilated. I bent even closer.

"I need a dick inside me. I need to get fucked," she nearly shouted, or at least that is how loud it seemed from my close proximity.

I tapped Richard on the shoulder and he pulled his head up, his chin dripping. "I think it's time, Richard." He nodded, taking a moment to stand back up. Meanwhile, Siena continued to play with her nipples and move her body in the sexiest way. I could see bright wet pink when I peeked between her legs. It was a sight that demanded action.

He stood between her legs, his cock a good few inches from making contact. He was uncertain. "It's ok, Richard. Take her legs and move them up to your shoulders, pulling her towards the end of the bed." He nodded, and noticed for the first time that I was standing with my cock out. I could see him about to remark on it.

"Use your cock like a sex toy," I began, pretending that standing with a massive erection fully bared next to them was the most normal thing in the world. "Run it up and down her slit, around, smack it on her clit, tease her by swirling around her hole." I grabbed my own cock and showed him. Siena was responding to the words, trying to push her pelvis up. She mouthed, "Oh my god, I am going to kill you" to me, and I chuckled to myself.

I must confess that Richard had a decent cock. I watched it play around Siena's pussy. Her need was so obvious, it was like a visible thing. "Now angle your cock like this," I grasped my cock and pulled it up towards my belly. "Slide it through her lips. Ya, just like that. Can you see how her pelvis rises up to meet you on the upswing? You are hitting her clit right there and your balls are pressing into her lower lips. And there, see how she is moving herself when you get to the bottom? She is desperate to have you inside her and you are teasing the hell out of her."

It was too much. I started to stroke myself again. Siena watched me, so I got a bit closer. She actually whined.

"On your next down stroke, Richard, take a hold of your cock and point it downward towards her ass. When you feel her lips surround you, gently push it inside of her. Oh, exactly like that. If you want to tease her even more, do tiny little thrusts right there." I watched as he did and Siena's mouth made an almost perfect oval opening as she moaned out loud.

I switched my grip around my own cock to mimic what he was doing and wet my fingers a bit. I imagined it was me inside of her and felt a familiar need deep inside me. I once again rued not having my camera so that I could watch this later and frantically jerk off.

Siena could not take it any more. She grabbed Richards arm and hissed, "Fuck me. Fuck me deep and hard!"

Richard glanced over at me. I said, "You heard the lady, get to it." I watched as Richard's thrust forward and his cock completely disappeared. He withdrew and thrust again. "You got it, you got it. Grab her hips and pull when you thrust. It will push you deeper." He was buried to the hilt now, his balls almost inside of her. Now she was thrusting back too, and they were building a decent rhythm. I watched over to the side, an amazing spectacle, but one where my presence was no longer needed. Neither of them even noticed me any more, and they had passed all the hurdles I had set out to achieve.

I came up beside Siena, my erection swinging obscenely as I approached. I knelt down and whispered in her ear, "I think you got it from here, babe." Her eyes snapped open and the emotion in them was fondness and gratitude. I stroked her hair briefly and kissed her forehead. She squeezed my hand and I unbent my knee, intending to head out.

"Stay," she whispered, not letting go of my hand. "I want you to... moan... um... moan... stay," except she didn't say the word "moan", but rather moaned it. I shook my head and she shook hers, squeezing harder. "I want you to ... oh my god... watch. Please?"

I mean, what would you do? "Of course," I said. She tugged my hand, and I climbed up in bed beside her, stroking her hair as Richard pounded her. I understood her need. There is an exhibitionist in all of us and it was making it even better for her for me to show me.

"Richard. I think Siena needs a change of position. Don't ask me how I know, but she really likes doggie style, and besides, you are about to cum and she needs just a bit longer." His face showed awe that I knew he was about to shoot off. As this was probably his first time, I forgave him not knowing the obvious.

I moved over and up bed so that Siena could flip over, get on her knees, and push her ass out to the edge of the bed. Her face and breasts curved down so that they were touching the mattress. Richard started to fumble around behind her. After a few awkward moments where nothing was happening, I said, "Ah. The angle is different. Aim towards her lower back. It should be nearly straight on in this position. And use her slit to find your path, I don't think anal is on the menu for your first time."

Just from her reaction I knew that he had succeeded. Her thrusts backward became more pronounced. "Grab her hips, she is ready. She is close. Pound that ass." I could hear the slap slap of him giving it his all. She was just on the edge. I reached over and tweaked her nipple and the instant after the surprise she exploded, her orgasm loud and obvious. Not long behind her, Richard started to grunt silently, clearly shooting his load deep inside. Siena could feel it and had either another small O or an extension of her first massive one. Her whole body shook and I gently massaged the breast that I never relinquished as it rocked her.

"Oh my god, oh my god," she panted. Richard stepped back and she collapsed on the bed, falling to her side, her ass facing me. She was breathing hard.

She lay in silence, clearly satisfied. I gave Richard a thumbs up and he seemed pleased.

"After you have given her such a mind blowing orgasm," I said, still maintaining teacher mode, "she will very much enjoy you throwing your arm over her like this and pressing against her." I wrapped my right arm over her, spooning her from behind. She sighed and snuggled backwards. Richard watched for a few moments, and then appeared embarrassed to be at the head of the bed watching us. Sighing, I made to yield my spot. Instead, Siena pat the other side of the bed and said, "Come join us, Richard."

Richard moved his head back and forth between us and then pulled himself into bed right where Siena indicated. He lay down flat on this back, and she molded herself into his chest, not letting go of my arm. I was dragged along into the embrace, but I didn't mind. Siena wiggled her ass against my erection, letting me know she knew it was there and that she didn't mind.

"That was amazing, Richard," Siena said. "Thank you, Derek, for helping us. It was fun."

I agreed, settling in to enjoy this feeling while it lasted.

"Next time, you need to bring your wife. I bet we can have a lot of fun together," she said.

I imagine Richard and I had the exact same thought, "next time?". But, neither of us said it out loud and thus it was understood that this could be a thing. If possible, my erection got even more urgent.

"Well, it has been fun," I said, disengaging from the couple, "but, I have to go and wildly masturbate now."

Siena laughed. Richard laughed. With a glint in her eye, she asked, "Can I watch?"

"Are you serious?," I asked. She gave a meaningful glance to my erection.

Standing up, stroking my cock, I chuckled, "Can you watch? Are you kidding? Of course you can," and my pace picked up. "Could you give me some visual help?," I asked, staring meaningfully between her legs.

Siena opened her legs wide, spreading her lips. I could see a mixture of saliva, jizz, and her juices. It was fucking hot. It made me go even faster. Making direct eye contact, she pushed her hand slowly down her body, her fingers making a walking motion. I was so close now. When she found her clit and started to masturbate, I knew I was past the point of no return.

"You are going to cum... cum for me Derek.... cum right on my tits...," she moved her torso so that she was directly lined up with my cock.

That was enough for me. All the things I had seen that night ran through my mind like a jumble, but watching her still touch herself right in front of me dominated. I felt my balls tighten and my body stiffen. I quickly leaned forward and sprayed right across her body, covering the far breast with my first shot. Still pumping, I continued to cum, decorating her chest. She rubbed it in and moaned, and I could see her fingers working furiously below. Astoundingly, she had another body shaking orgasm. I was both impressed and envious at the same time. Three orgasms in less than an hour!

I cleaned myself up in her bathroom and came back into the bedroom, putting on my clothes as I did so. "OK, I am heading out. Enjoy round two, Richard."

Richard did not appear confident about that.

"No worries, man, you got this," I said, walking away. Siena jumped up and gave me a full body hug, her naked body against mine. She whispered in my ear, "remember, nothing is changed between us." I gratefully smiled at her and again kissed the top of her forehead before letting her go.

I heard distinct kissing noises behind me as I left her bedroom, closing the door behind me. It was a night I would not soon forget.