tagNonConsent/ReluctanceUndercover Nurse Ch. 03

Undercover Nurse Ch. 03

bydeputy duffy©

Authors note. I met a female police detective at a local convention, and we had a few drinks at the bar, well after a few more drinks I really just wanted to get in her pants (big surprise) but I had to settle for this story she told me instead.

You may want to read part 1 first, and then Ch 2. As Ch 3 picks up right where part one and two ended.

Chapter 3 "The Shower Incident."

Samantha and I entered the bathroom/shower room. First we spent a second or two looking around, as it was the first time either of us had been in the room. First we noticed that there were two stalls and a large sink area. There was also a towel rack, with a couple of white towels. After the two stalls the wall opened up and there was a small shower area with three showerheads, a shower mitt, and a bar of soap, dangled off each one. After quickly stripping of the rest of my clothes, I entered the shower area. Each showerhead had it's own setting, so I went around and turned on all three. The water was hot, but not scolding. I settled in under the first spray. Samantha was soon standing under the middle stream. Normally I would be a little hesitant about showering with another woman, but after what we just went through, it almost felt comforting to have her there with me.

"Wow what a day," I said, not sure what else to say, to sort of break the ice.

"Oh man, I tell yah one thing, I'm never going to miss class again," she moaned, "that was ridiculous."

"I know and what was with the old dudes?" I said, as I stuck my head under the hot stream of water.

"No shit! That old guy with the big belly actually felt me up!" She cried.

"Yah, well I had the guy with the breathing problem! Man I thought he was going to have a heart attack!" I cried.

"And then they all looked up my...Well you know..." she moaned, as I looked over at her, trying not to stare.

"What do you think, did they get that raise next year?" she said, as our eyes met, then we both shared a nervous laugh, "and what about that old hag?"

"At least that old lady picked Suzy," I said.

"No shit, but really wouldn't you?" She asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Cut it out, I mean Suzy's breasts are perfect, man I would kill to have a set like that!" Samantha oozed, as I just shook my head, thankful that some else shared my opinion.

"Did I hear someone say my name?"

We turned around to see Suzy enter the shower area, followed quickly by Amanda.

"How's the water girls?" A stunningly naked Suzy asked.

"We'll be done in a sec," I snapped, as their sudden appearance and their nakedness caught me by surprise. I was also a little embarrassed that she caught us talking about her breasts.

"We can share," Suzy purred.

"Plus you can probably use a hand getting that tight little anus all clean," Amanda said with a laugh, and a slap on my ass.

"I think I can manage," I hissed.

"Hey room for two more," I heard Steven's voice echo, before I even saw him.

"No way, get the fuck out of here!" I screamed.

"What didn't you see the front of the bathroom door, there is a boy stick figure and a girl stick figure," Steven said as he pushed me aside to wet his naked body.

"Yah and I got the stick," John said as he came into the shower next. I let out a small gasp when I saw the size of his cock. A stick, the dude had a baseball bat. I had never seen one, close to that big before.

"He hung like bull no," Amanda whispered in my ear as she massaged my ass.

"Please I'm not into this," I moaned.

"What you telling me your not the least bit horny?" Steven said, stroking my wet hair.

"Please your scaring me!" I cried as the group seemed to surround me, except for John who went right to over to Samantha and I noticed his hands were now all over her Soap covered body.

"Please get out of here!" I pleaded, for the both of us.

"What are you a fucking virgin!" Amanda barked.

"No but,"

"Just a baby then?" She interrupted.

"No, but,"

"But what, you just don't like us?" She barked, as they seemed to move in even closer.

"We're all friends here aren't we?" Amanda said, as she twisted my sore left nipple.

I guess my police training got the best of me for a second, as I slipped out of character and grabbed Amanda by the arm and twisted it behind her back, slamming her into the tile wall. Suzy quickly jumped on my back and we all crashed onto the floor, as we pulled hair and body parts. I was doing my best to fight them off, while Steven tried to break up the action, but he was having a hard time, because he was busy laughing his ass off, while watching the catfight.

Finally for some reason, we all just stopped and kind of looked over, at the other end of the shower, which was only a four or five feet away. Samantha was on her knees in front of John and was sucking on his monstrous cock; at least she was trying.

"Samantha," I groaned, while she just looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.

"At least she likes dick," Amanda purred.

"I like dick too," I said a little more forcefully then I wanted too.

"Yah then prove it," she said.

"Look at Steven, he looks like he could use some attention," she said.

I look at Steven, who was now sporting an erection himself, his cock was pointing straight up to the ceiling, it was nice sized and seemingly as hard as a steel rod, as he was washing and stroking himself.

"Or maybe you want some of this?" Amanda moaned, as she spread her knees and began to play with her bare pussy.

I just sat there, not really knowing how to react to all the perverse acts, going on around me. I did notice Samantha leading John out of the showers by his cock, she didn't seem to be in any distress, jugging by her wide grin she flashed me.

"C'mon Amanda, Fran is hopeless," Suzy barked as she helped Amanda to her feet, they went to the middle showerhead and began to rinsing each other off.

I stood up and started to rinse myself off, on the first spray.

"Need some help with your back?" Steven purred.

I didn't even answer him, as much as I wanted to tell him to fuck off, I just kept silent and still. He had a shower mitt on his right hand and started washing my back with it; I must admit it wasn't half bad. Then his hand made it's way lower of course and he washed my ass for some time and then the back of my legs.

"Let's turn this off for a second," he said, as he turned off the spray of water.

He placed my hands on the wall and kicked my feet apart, like he was going to search me. Instead he got the mitt good and soapy and washed my neck and breasts, of course he spent a lot of time on my breasts, before making his way down my stomach. Then down each leg before washing between my legs, which caused me to squirm. He put the water on a fine spray to rinse me off, all while using his free hand to lightly play with my ass. It felt strangely erotic to be washed like that. I noticed the two other girls were washing each other, much the same way.

"Are you ready for something a little bigger in here?" Steven said as his finger found it's way inside of my pussy, which reminded me of who had just been fondling my body, and why he bugged me so.

I pushed him away, but he just grabbed my ass cheeks and was running his hard cock between them. I spun around quickly, now looking him right in the eye.

"It's your call Fran, do you want to be friends, or are we going to be enemies all year?" Steven said in a harsh tone.

I felt the water turn off as Amanda and Suzy were standing right by my side.

"So what's it going to be Princess?" Amanda hissed.

My face felt flush as I felt a little trapped, if I met Steven under different circumstances, I might have jumped at the chance to be with him. After all he was a good looking guy, and looked even better naked, but he acted like a slime ball, and he still sported that stupid cocky grin on his face, that made me want to just nail him one! Instead because of this assignment, I was going to have to let him nail me one! It just didn't seem right. Just the thought of it was making my skin crawl.

I felt pressure on my shoulders, as Amanda was forcing me to kneel down, I knew I still could have fought my way out of there if I had to. Amanda finally had me on my knees, she looked at me with an anxious look on her face. I wasn't stupid, I knew what they wanted. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my mouth, Steven quickly guided his rock hard erection into it. It had been a long time since I gave head, as I'm really not that type of girl.

Jugging by his face, I don't really think that I was giving him a very good blowjob at that point, but I really didn't care if I gave him a good one or not. Amanda on the other hand seemed hell bent on making me do it, a whole lot better. Personally, Amanda just looked and acted like the type of girl, who would have probably sucked on her share of dicks by now.

"Watch me you stupid cunt," she hissed, as she grabbed his cock and began sucking on it, like she was trying to get to the center, affirming my prior opinion of her.

She forced my mouth back on Steven's cock, and then she then used her hands to grab my hair and was pushing my head back and forth. After a minute or two, I looked up and Steven was obviously enjoying this more now. Suzy was also helping his ecstasy level, as she was standing behind him, running her body and her small hands up and down his smooth, tanned body. I wasn't trying too, but I was soon making grunting and slurping sounds.

"That's it baby get nasty," Amanda purred.

After a minute or two more of this, Amanda took his still rock hard dick out of my mouth.

"Stick out your tongue," she barked, "yah that's it," when I sheepishly replied.

She started to smack his hard cock against my tongue, and then she smacked it off my cheek and face a few times. She was still doing her best to humiliate me, and it was working, I felt like a five-dollar whore.

She sucked on his cock for a bit and then lifted it up and cupped his balls in her hands, I had a funny feeling, before she even said it.

"I wanna see yah lick his balls, as I suck his cock."

If I didn't see him cleaning himself earlier, I never would have done it. I really just kind of juggled them with my tongue anyways, it was actually kind of funny.

Amanda moved behind me and we took turns sucking on him for a spell, before she again grabbed my head again and was pushing me back and forth again. It was like she was trying to push it all the way down my throat. Steven was now moaning audibly for the first time. I started to panic as I felt Steven's body begin to shake, I tried to pull my head away, but Amanda used her body weight to keep me in place.

"No you don't!" She cried.

I felt a blast of hot sticky cum hit the back of my throat, it almost felt like it burned me. I quickly gulped it down, as I sucked on his cock as hard as I could now, to try and get it in and down as fast as I could. I had remembered an old girlfriend's theory, who used to swallow all the time. She told me it was easier that way. She might have been right, as most of it was gone before the taste and texture, really even hit me. Although I can say it was something that I wouldn't want to make a habit out of doing.

"Wow that was intense," Steven moaned.

"Looks like old Fran here might be cool enough, to hang with after all," Amanda said.

"C'mon Steven I'll get you cleaned up," Suzy purred, as she grabbed his cock and led him to the third shower head, I was still on my knees when I felt a blast of water, hit the back of my head.

"Get up and I'll clean you up," Amanda said as she yanked me to my feet.

I felt Amanda rubbing my back and then she was rubbing my ass, back and forth, as I faced directly into the stream of hot water. I took the opportunity to wash out my mouth, as the initial taste of cum wasn't all that bad, but the aftertaste was kicking in.

"Hand me the soap and I'll wash your pretty little asshole out," Amanda said, as she was rubbing her finger over it.

"Please that..."

She interrupted me by repeating her statement, and by pulling on the back of my hair, while sticking her finger slightly into my anus. I just didn't feel like fighting her anymore at that point, although I made a promise to myself right there. When this job was over, Amanda and I were going to have a face to fist talk.

I reluctantly handed her the soap. She spent a couple of minutes soaping up my ass and then rubbing her soapy mitt around and over my ass, while spreading my ass cheeks.

"It was so cool seeing you squirm around today when I slid that thermometer up your cute ass, just like this," she toyed.

I felt her finger slide over my asshole and then into it. I grabbed the showerhead in an effort to stop me from falling, but also to keep me from smashing her face in. She began thrusting her finger in and out, it was uncomfortable and just a little painful.

"See this is how I can be, or this is how I can be." Amanda said, as I felt her kissing her way down my back. I felt her spread my ass cheeks and then I felt the strangest sensation I ever felt. I look back just to make sure. Yep, she was licking my anus with her long tongue all right. I put my head against the tile wall, and hoped that she was only testing me. It just seemed like the most perverse thing one could do. I also felt some of her fingers start to explore my pussy. Amanda finally seemed to be focused on circling my clitoris with small circles, as she was becoming even more vigorous with her licking of my anus, I hated myself for it at the time, but I soon found myself experiencing the most intense orgasm of my young life.

"Please stop...I can't," I moaned, as my legs just gave out on me. Amanda caught me in her arms, as the water blasted us both in the face. She was now using the stream of water to wash out her mouth.

"See that's how I can treat my friends, how bout it," she said, as she caressed my body.

I wasn't fully recovered yet, or I could use my job as an excuse, either way, I just shook my head.

"So you want to be our friend" I heard Steven say as he helped me to my feet.

"Yes," I moaned still a little shell-shocked.

"Cool, then met us tonight at the Pit around 10-ish." Steven finished his sentence by giving me a kiss.

"The Pit, that figures, it was the nastiest bar around. You could say it lived up to its name." I thought.

"Yah and try to look hot!" Amanda said as she slapped my ass.

"And Fran," Suzy said, as she looked me in the eyes, and licked my lips with her tongue, "Initiation time,"

I felt her tongue enters my mouth, she pressed her lips against mine, they were the softest lips I have ever felt. There was nothing to fight off here. I closed my eyes and became lost in an exceptionally passionate kiss, from one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. I may have become too wrapped up in the kiss, because when I opened my eyes again they were gone, even Suzy.

I turned up the showers as hot a I could stand it and just let the stream of steaming hot water belt my head, I was trying to clear it, as the little shower incident, punctuated by Suzy's kiss, had seemingly left me in a fog.

My mind raced back over today's events, I was trying to make sense of it all, while it was still fresh, although it already seemed like a dream.

When I woke up this morning I could never have imagined that:

I would have had my hands on 19 women's breasts, as well as them on me, in return, while I was really abused by three or four of them.

I really couldn't believe the whole budget-group invasion thing.

Did a seventy-year-old guy really have his hands on my naked breasts?

Then there was the whole thermometer thing, Amanda, I knew it was her.

What was up with Samantha, she really seemed to be having a tuff time in the classroom, but in the showers, she was sucking John's cock, in like one minute.

And what about John, is the boy deformed? Could I ever handle something that big? Did I want too?

Did I really suck off Steven, and worse swallow his cum? Was I really going to let him fuck me? Did I want to fuck him?

And then Amanda licking my asshole, how could I have enjoyed that so much? What if she wanted me to do that to her?

And what about the beautiful Suzy, why did I yearn to be kissed like that forever more? Why did I want her so?

The professor finally got his hands on my breasts, as well as his doctor buddy

And what about the professor, could I really go through with it, could I really have sex with him?

Maybe my boss was right, maybe I should have stuck with giving out fucking parking tickets!

Finally I turned off the showers, my head was still spinning. When I got out of the showers, I went to grab a towel off the rack.

"Great they didn't even leave me a towel! Now I'll have to dress all wet, dress, wait a minute. Were my clothes?" I thought.

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed when it hit me that all my clothes were gone, I immediately thought of the word, "initiation."

I frantically searched around the small room, there were few hiding places, but I searched them over and over, nothing.

"My sweatshirt, my handbag," I cried as I pictured them on the back of my chair. I slowly peeked out the bathroom door, thankfully the room was empty. I slowly focused on my chair, no sweatshirt, no handbag, nothing.

"I am fucked," I said to myself, as I began to search around the classroom, everything was locked up, there wasn't even any spare books lying around, or a map, or anything like that. I started to panic.

I went to the backdoor, I could hear a professor giving a lecture in the next class. I knew if I stayed here any longer, I was a sitting duck, they had to use this classroom more than once a day, and I also had to go to work in the afternoon.

"Wow what was happing to me, I was actually thinking about my depressing part time job at the nursing home. But it was true people were counting on me to show up." I said to myself, "I couldn't even call out for help because I knew they would have stopped listening by now."

I looked at the clock, I knew classes would be getting out soon. I figured it was know or never, I mean this was college, I'm sure I wouldn't be the first streaker in it's history. I was doing my best to psych myself up. I took some deep breaths and opened the door and began racing down the hall. I used the stairs, as no one ever did that anymore. So far so good, I just had to make it through the front lobby of the library. I peeked through the stair's window, it was the middle of the morning, so the place was bustling with activity. Well I thought, it was soon to be a little more bustling, I opened the door and took off, happy for one thing, that I was active runner.

I caught more than one bookworm by surprise, as I did my best to cover my chest as I ran. I made through the lobby and out the front door, right into an ironically bright sunny day. I ran down the back ally, right by some guy walking, while reading a book, he even offered a casual hello as I sprinted by. I only had to go by the cafe, to get back to my dorm room.

I turned the corner and headed down the sidewalk leading to the cafe. I suddenly saw a large crowd gathered outside the cafe, as I approached. Soon they were all cheering and whistling like they I knew that I was coming. It was when I got to the middle of the crowd, that I saw Amanda and Suzy leading the cheers.

I would have to deal with them later, as I ran past them as fast as I could. I noticed a camera flash here and there, as I made my way past the crowd. I finally made my way to the front door of my dorm, there was one guy, standing right in front of the door.

"Hey little lady, where you going all naked?" He teased.

"Please get out of my way," I said, trying to catch my breath.

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Date: Tue, 17 May 2011 14:48:03 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 15 The story below istates and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % CoMPany payLoaD 15 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Planning the storming of the Harrellsson Building at the last meeting was hashing out the plan, beginning to end, with last minutes of ideas, Tom and James getting an inkling of how things would go. The current meeting, everything was presented to them, by two key operatives, Guiseppe's brother and nephew. It was the nephew's attention, not present at the first meeting, which drew in James' attention. 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He made sure, as often happened, one of the cameras being left focused on the bed, didn't `accidentally' get turned on by someone who would wander into the studio and `touch it', capturing the three in bed! If it had been a porn script, it would have been hot indeed, Doug and Denis lying side by side, slightly concave to each other, giving Terry the facility of jumping back and forth from cock to cock or pulling both together in one rope. "Whatever you want," Doug says soothingly. "I'm taken care of!" With Denis vacating the spot next to him, Doug draws his legs farther apart, the eighteen year old's wet cock falling to his big balls, resting on the bed surface. More relaxed, he puts his hands behind his head. "Daymn I'd love to take care of those pits!" "Come'n'get'em!" Doug laughs at Terry. It presented Denis with a dilemma, whether to go for Doug's meat, Terry's hot, hairy ass or the twenty-one year old's cock and balls dangling down. Too, it looked very appetizing from the rear view, to see a strand of goo dripping out of Terry's cock. Figuring he could have Doug any ole time, Denis snuck up on Terry's ass, placed hands on both sides, pulled part some and dug in with his tongue. Like being pierced with a dildo, Terry howled out loud, tearing his mouth away from Doug's left pit. Placing a finger in his ear and shaking it, extracting it, Doug yells, "In my ear, Terry?" "Oh sorry. It's just that... I wasn't expecting Denis' tongue to pierce my ring!" Another complaint, a sort of happy one, Doug rings out with, "Oh shit!" "Oh fuck!" Terry has to say. Both look down, seeing Denis, his head using Doug's cock and balls as a pillow, Denis' hand bringing Terry's cock down to his lips and sucking it all in. With little else to do, except to toy with Doug's pit hair, Terry and Doug begin to make out. Feeling a little wetness on the back of his head, Denis decides to get adventurous, grabbing up Doug's cock and pairing it with Terry. Both with their cocks being attended to, Terry remarks, "I need cock too!" It winds up in the long run, Terry and Denis doing a '69', Doug getting too horned up, needing an ass to conquer and winds up busting Terry's ass wide open! % "Ready for some fun?" Geoff says, rubbing his hands together. "I feel silly in this getup, Geoff." "Um, Master Geoff or I'll have to punish you, boy?" Between the two it was slapstick comedy, Nolan replying, "Yes oh Master Geoff," he bows with both hands extended like addressing some sultan. Looking up, Nolan sees Geoff.... `Master' Geoff's attention astray. "What?" "Oh my! Now this could prove interesting!" Apparently they weren't on the same page, Nolan missing out on the direction of Geoff's eyes. As they walked into the crowded room, music blasting and guys of all flavors bopping their butts, he focuses on a familiar sight, "Georg?" More he said his thought to himself, realizing no one else could probably hear. However, as they approached Georg, he could hear Geoff render, "You still owe my boy a cocksuckin' Georg!" A tight spot for Georg, Nolan immediately thought, the man in chaps, decked out in his finest leather, flanked by a slave boy on both sides, a hand holding the reins, chains attached to collars each was wearing. At first Nolan looked at Georg's reaction, but mellowed out to taking in the sights at his sides. Like himself, the two wore kinky apparatus which kept their cocks jutting out nice and straight. Funny, Nolan began to salivate, licking his lips. Later on he would find out one their surnames to be `Long' and he would wonder how his parents ever had the inclination, their son turning out to have such a `long' one! Stepping right up to Georg, to Geoff it didn't matter if they were at `The Chasm' or `Bear Lair', Georg owed him and should pay up. "Fuck you!" Georg shouts out and with the hand holding the bunched up chains, punches Geoff right in the balls! "Oo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh-fuckin'-shit!" Geoff screams out loud, backing off, bending over and holding his sheathed crotch with both hands. Recalling to mind, not that he ever had intentions of doing so, Nolan gathers information, like ripping it off a hard drive, racing to Georg and surprising him, pulls a trick maneuver on him, one his father used on him, placing his hands on Georg's shoulders and whacking him up the middle with his knee. "Oh shit!" one of Georg's slaves says of their `master' keeling over. Too, because Georg held the leash on their lives, they were jerked over with him. He hadn't thought he kicked his knee up with such a force of deliverance, but it kept Georg down for some time, the blond dom's head of hair touching the wooden floor, both hands tucked in the middle, like his balls represented his life and Georg's life in dire trouble. "Fuck this!" The slave on his right says, pulling at his chain, which flowed loosely out from Georg's grasp. "I came here wanting a `real' master!" Nolan witnesses the slave to Georg's left, the one with the `long' shaft, pulling loose and voicing the same opinion, "I hate phonies!" It put Geoff in kind of a predicament. Him showing up, either he was going to put himself in the same class as Georg, or... he barks at Nolan, "What the fuck you do slaveboy?" "I thought you would be," Nolan was ready to extend his thoughts of Geoff being grateful, but looking upon Georg's two slaveboys, he felt the pressure being placed on Geoff, "sorry Master Geoff." "Master Geoff?" Georg's right-handed slaveboy questions. Being coy, the `long-shafted' slaveboy asks, "You only have one slave boy tonight, sir?" Geoff, seeing the light of the situation, smartly renders, "Could be three, if you boys can prove your worth?" Then, looking down upon Georg, still recovering from Nolan's dancing knee, "Could be four!" As at `The Chasm', Georg did his thing, played the part for all of five minutes and then mysteriously disappeared. When he had his slaveboys' attention, whom Geoff found out, Jasper Blake, the furry cub being twenty-nine years old and runs the dry-cleaning store for his folks. As for the other slave, Craig Long is a thirty year old scientist and inventor for Young Mind Science, a company which makes science kits for high schools. Casually, they found out the professions of Geoff and Nolan, all over a couple of drinks. Then, things turned from private to fun stuff. With trying to `convert' Georg, Geoff found Jasper and Craig to be well-versed in the master-slave relationship, Nolan picking up on some pointers. Beginning their discussion on the sadism-masochism aspects and while free to speak their mind still, Jasper directs to Nolan, "I'd like to have a few swift kicks of your knee into my balls?" "Me?" Nolan says, looking to Geoff. He's supposed to be here to `suffer,' not to cause suffering. Knowing what's running through Nolan's mind, Geoff renders, "If it turns me on I might order him to do it. What else you boys into?" There wasn't much they weren't into, Nolan feeling like a silly novice to all they didn't mind having done to their pecs, stomach, cock, balls, ass or backs. He had seen a lot of stuff done to guys at `The Chasm' and after experiencing and witnessing such painful dealings out of torture, knew he'd probably pass out within five seconds. Then again, his fear of the unknown, of what he could and couldn't take subsided. He knew, even before he and Geoff set out for an evening at the `Bear Lair', he had a sense of trust. In a place like this, where a man allows another to tie him down, he first better have that sense of forsight. Apparently, for Jasper and Craig they hadn't a clue to Georg's shiftiness, having said in chat he was fair, used safewords and as Geoff knew, by reputation, Georg would always renege on his promises, hurting a guy for his own self-pleasures. "Shall we get started then?" Geoff asks, getting up and cracking his knuckles. Removing the chains from the collars, Geoff kind of figured out his new slaveboys weren't going to run off, Jasper and Craig leading him and Nolan to the dungeon. "Geoff?" Nolan broke slave-gibberish. "What slaveboy?" Geoff nicely reminded. With a little trembling in his voice, "I doubt very much I can take the kind of pain these two are used to?" "Trust me," is all Geoff said, using a smile to wield Nolan behind the held door, leading to the basement playground. % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `CoMPany payLoaD' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.


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Don't be boring - pick the position that fits the mood!

Knowledge is power, especially when it comes to sexual positions. Beyond what you see in the fantasy  world of movies, there is actually a step-by-step process for sexual positions and rich sexual experiences. While you already know the infamous missionary and doggy style positions, do you know which to use based on the mood you and your lover are seeking? Do you know which positions are best accentuated by her wearing heels, and which are better for a partner who wants to feel in control? Whether you're looking for a fast and furious orgasm or a long and sensuous night of holding one another, the position you choose is almost as important as how well you execute it. Let's explore five of my favorite sex positions to explore with your lover.

Saddle up and ride (Cowgirl)

The man lies flat on his back. The woman kneels, facing him, and lowers herself onto his erection. During intercourse, the man can either remain still (men don’t just lay there either) or thrust upward; All the movement will be done by the woman. Using her legs, she can move up and down, sliding the penis through her vagina or, using her hips, she can revolve her vagina around the penis; or, she can do both simultaneously, literally "screwing" her vagina onto the man's penis for a truly sensational orgasm. The big advantage of the woman is that she can control the rate and depth of entry, and move her body in such a way as to cause maximum clitoral stimulation—thus best pleasing herself. It also allows the man to massage her breasts as they are in this incredible position.

Take a seat (Man Sitting)

The man sits down, either on the side of the bed or, preferably, on a couch or large easy chair so that he can lean back. The woman kneels over his penis, straddling his hips with her knees, and slowly lowers herself onto him. This is similar to the cowgirl position, except that the woman's breasts are more accessible to the man's mouth and he can kiss, bite, and suck her nipples during intercourse. He is also easily able to reach around and grab her buttocks as she moves up and down on his lap.

Love On Top (Woman Elevated)

The woman lies flat on her back on top of a table or other waist-high elevation (a desk, for example, is perfect for sex in the office). She spreads her legs, allowing easier access to her vagina. As the man stands between her open legs, she can

pull them back, bent at the knees; lift them straight up to form a V; or, wrap them around the man's waist, with her heels digging into the small of his back. The man can either stand up straight, grasping the woman by her waist and pulling her toward him as he thrusts into her; or, he can lean over her, resting his weight on his hands, and use his leg muscles to aid in penetration.

Sex In Numbers (69)

As youths, we all whispered that this stood for "6 minutes of pleasure, 9 months of waiting," but now we all know that 69 is a visual depiction of mutual oral sex. The 69 is often referred to by its French translation, soixante neuf, for indeed it was the French who perfected the art of sexually satisfying your partner with your mouth and tongue (hence, the "French kiss"). In the 69, the woman lies on her back. The man kneels over her, with his head positioned over her vagina and his penis hanging down over her mouth. As the woman pleasures his penis, grasping its root with her hand, the man licks her clitoris while cupping her buttocks. For added satisfaction, as his tongue plays over her clit, his fingers can slide into her vagina and tickle her anus. Of course, in the 69 the woman can be on top.

 Fine Dinning (Cunnilingus)

This is the most unselfish sexual act the man can perform. The woman lies flat on her back, perhaps with a pillow under her buttocks. With her head back, she closes her eyes and relaxes as the man kneels between her legs, spreads her labia with his fingers, and applies the tip of his tongue to her clitoris. By alternating the speed with which he licks her love button, first slow, then fast, the man can dictate the woman's orgasm. For example, as soon as he senses she is about to climax, he can slow down his tongue action, prolonging the build-up. Just when she is about to climb the walls from this teasing, he can apply quick flicks, up and down or in circles around her clitoris until she explodes in an exquisite orgasm, experiencing waves of orgasms through out her body.

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Posted on April 27, 2021 by Otha Conzemius

The simple fact is every woman is acutely aware of every flaw on her body and as her partner, it's your duty to boost her self-confidence or the ideas I am about to detail will fizzle instead of sizzle.

Oral sex or tongue activity is a excellent way to a better orgasm for women because the clitoris is the nerve center of her anus. Beside sexual intercourse, oral sex is just as sensual and rewarding and frequently contributes to a better orgasm.

Better still, setting the correct atmosphere will do wonders in leaving her weak with anticipation. Seduce her words before she leaves for work--send her off on an orgasmic high. Tell her in graphic details how your tongue begins a long, slow, wet path up her thighs into her anus.

Then drop to your knees, slowly kissing the inside of one thigh--giving her a sample of what is to come. If she does not have a mini-orgasm then and there do not worry since you have left her with a lasting impression to maintain her body humming all-day-long.

What a tasty way to set the tone for a better orgasm. As she spends her day in breathless anticipation here are a couple of secrets ideas to keep on building the sexual tension.

First, place a warm bubble bath full of rose-petals and place scented candles suitably for mood lighting. Then give her hot-smoldering appears as you run your hands over her body--make her feel hot. And, the previous tip to set the stage for a better orgasm would be to nourish her sweet tasting fruits like chocolate covered strawberries. . .then suck the juices from her palms.

All this foreplay will have her body wound tighter than a guitar string. You can now start strumming her body towards a better orgasm. The cues that she's extremely turned on are usually erect nipples begging to be sucked, or rapid breathing indicating the orgasmic tension gripping her body.

Do not deny her any longer she has waited long enough to get a better orgasm. Reach down between her legs and caress her anus, stay clear of her clitoris because the slightest touch will send her over-the-edge. Slide her legs over your shoulders and then settle your body between her thighs. Fulfill your earlier promise by nibbling the insides of her thighs leaving a wet path as you head towards your objective. Hold on her hips as your tongue reaches the prize--her clitoris. Be ready for an instantaneous surging of her body as she is consumed with a sexy, powerful orgasm.

Since the clitoris can be extremely sensitive after a good. . .no, make a better orgasm--stop the stimulation as her orgasm slows. Pull her body against yours' in a spooning position. As she settles into a delicious orgasmic haze, slowly caress her to create a feeling of safety and well-being. There you have it, a fantastic method for giving her an even better orgasm. And, remember. . .anything worth doing right often requires a whole lot of practice. So put your very best effort--or should I say tongue action--right into it.


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Liana and Jack Mansfield and Wallace and Mira Samuels were talking about the future and reminiscing about old times. The theme seemed to change to what they might be missing in life and some of their fantasies.

Liana and Mira exchanged glances.

Liana, Jack knew, was fascinated with Wallace.

Wally was smiling when the subject of fantasies came up. He had often wondered just how much Liana was interested in him, because he was quite enamored with her.

Mira had often encouraged Jack to give her a hug or a kiss on the cheek, and she also wondered just how far he would go if she encouraged him a little more.

Wally knew that his wife had strong feelings for Jack but was not sure just how deep it went.

Jack also wondered if it was his imagination or if Mira was truly "coming on" to him. "This is a good time to find out," he thought as the conversation began to heat up.

"I have often wondered how it might feel to just let myself go and see how being with other men would feel," Liana said. She flushed at her words. "I mean, what I might be missing," she stopped and took a breath. "I mean what it might be like to just let myself go and enjoy other men," she said, still trying to explain.

Wally smiled. "I have often wondered about that myself," he said. "With some other woman than Mira," he added quickly.

Mira and Jack laughed. "You two are getting in deeper and deeper," Mira said grinning.

Jack laughed at their struggle to try to gloss over their bumbling words. "I have a great idea," he said hastily. "Why don't we quit sparing around and just say what is on our minds."

Liana and Mira gasped softly.

Jack pulled Mira to him and gave her a kiss on the mouth.

Mira gasped. Wally laughed.

Liana frowned but quickly smiled as Wally moved toward her. "I believe we have come to the essence of what we are trying to say," Liana said grinning.

Wally took her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth, pressing his tongue between her luscious lips.

The heat in the room seemed to rise. The two couples exchanged glances as the men sank into the plush chairs with the other's spouse on their laps.

Mira giggled softly. "Are you interested in me or are you carrying a cucumber in your pocket," she giggled softly into Jack's ear.

Liana heard her and laughed. "He don't like cucumbers," she said, but it don't take much to make him as large as a cuke," she said with a huge smile on her face. She squirmed on Wally's lap. "You aren't so bad either," she commented, her lips poised to kiss him again.

The kiss was hot and she sighed heavily when she felt Wally's cock grow even larger against her squirming ass globes.

"I believe we had better move into the bedroom," Jack said.

His wife gasped aloud.

Mira nodded her head in agreement. "I don't think I can enjoy this with my husband in the same room," she admitted.

They scrambled toward the bedroom, Jack and Wally trying to keep their cocks from bursting through their clothes.

Liana selected the closest bedroom pulling Wally into the large bedroom and quickly closed the door behind her. Wally watched in awe as she quickly started to remove her clothes, doing a little strip dance for him. He gasped at the size of her tits. They were large and firm, with huge purple areoles with large, jutting nipples adorning the swaying globes. He was transfixed by the sight and gasped aloud when she danced out of her bikini panties. Her cunt was shaved clean and her cunt lips were puffy and red.

He struggled to remove his own clothes down over his rock hard cock.

Liana smiled at him, running her tongue over her lips in desire. "I have wanted to see you like this for a long time," she admitted softly.

They were in a sixty-nine position in the wink of an eye, each devouring the other's attributes, sucking and growling loudly with each lick and suck.

Wally groaned as he exploded his cum into her mouth. She smiled and mumbled, "Oh my god, Yesss," causing him to continue to shoot load after load into her eager sucking mouth.

He felt her tremble and allowed the sweet tasting liquid to flow into his own mouth, filling him with her orgasm.

They lay coupled together until their orgasms subsided. "Now fuck me," Liana said, almost begging.

Wally's cock had diminished slightly, but when she turned her cunt toward his softening cock it rose again for the occasion.

They both groaned in delight as his cock disappeared into her hot, soft cunt. The slow, but long lingering strokes caused Liana to tremble under him. Her orgasm was huge and flooded the bed and his cock with the liquid. Wally felt his second orgasm boiling in his balls. "I am Cuming again," he shouted loudly as torrents of hot cum flooded into her clasping cunt.

They lay together, his cock still hard and throbbing in her cunt. They fucked three times more, only to stop when they were no longer able to cum again. Liana grinned when she continued to cum after he could no longer keep up. "You are a great fuck," she said. "We will have to do this more often!"

Wally could barely nod his head in agreement.

Mira and Jack stumbled to the second bedroom.

Jack held her tightly in his arms, kissing her deeply and hotly.

She gasped when he slowly began to unfasten her clothes. "Oh please hurry," she said between gasps. "I want to feel you in me!"

Jack fondled her tits softly and moved his hands down to shove her panties down her legs.

His mouth found each tit and he sucked loudly on each one. They were not as large as his spouse's but very nice to suck.

She pushed his head away. In an instant, she lay on her back on the bed, her legs apart, displaying her blonde hair covered cunt for him. "Fuck me!" she ordered as he removed his clothes.

Jack smiled. He stepped between her outspread legs and entered her viciously.

"UMMM! Yes!" she shouted. Her shouts of enjoyment echoed in the room. "That's it! Fuck me hard and fast!" she screamed as he drove his rod into the depths of her raging hot cunt. He held onto her as she bucked up and down under him, nearly throwing him out of the saddle.

Her screams of desire filled the room and suddenly she let out a blood-curdling scream. "Here I cum!" she shouted.

Jack could not believe how much cum she spewed. The bed was soaked and he was covered with the foaming liquid.

"Please don't stop!" she screamed between ejaculations.

Jack pounded relentlessly into her pulsing pussy until he thought he couldn't possibly cum again. She had sucked his cock dry with her gyrations around his cock, pulling all of his pent up orgasms out of his body, draining his balls until they were small little pebles in his scrotum sack. He groaned in delirium and delight. "What a fuck," he thought.

Mira slowed slightly when his cock began to deflate. "Don't quit on me now, you wonderful piece of cock. I love the way you fuck."

Jack shook his head. He had barely had anything to do with the tremendous fuck he had just received but was determined to satisfy this insatiable woman. His balls ached but he still managed to keep his erection.

Myra continued to pummel him. With each stroke, she shouted anew. Her screams of delight shook the entire room and the mattress rocked up and down violently. The bed squalled its resistance and the walls seemed to vibrate. Jack was hanging on to her to keep from being thrown off by her violent attack. He was enjoying the ride and began to shout his enjoyment of the terrific fuck that he was having even though he had to concentrate on the adventure to keep from being thrown from the bed. He doubted that could happen because she had his cock clenched in her pussy so tightly. With one last thrust, he drove his cock into her so deeply she screamed and shook violently, then she passed out.

Jack pulled his bright red cock from her clutching cunt lips. Her pussy continued to pulse as his cock slipped from its confines. He realized what a terrific fuck she had been and wondered if she fucked her husband so frantically.

When she aroused from her faint, she smiled weakly at him. "You were so wonderful," she exclaimed. She took his deflated cock in her hand and slowly jacked it back to life. "We have wasted a lot of good times," she said with a large smile. "But we will make up for lost time now!"

She kissed the tip of his cock, sending shudders up and down Jack's spine. His cock responded despite its recent adventure into the utterly sublime reaches of her body.

Jack could not believe that she could suck it back to life. He was pleasantly surprised when it grew to new and larger proportions than ever before. Just as it disappeared into her mouth for the umpteenth time, he heard the door open. Her husband and his wife were standing in the door.

Myra looked up from his cock and grinned. "I didn't realize just how good a well fucked cock tastes," she mumbled around Jack's throbbing cock.

Wally sighed deeply. "She never would suck my cock," he said wistfully.

Liana grinned. "She doesn't know what she has missed. You have a great cock and I love to suck you off!" she exclaimed blatantly.

They all laughed at the vocalization.

They decided right then that they would not wait any longer to have sex with the other's spouse again. The exchange of partners would become a regular event without regrets or jealousy. A good fuck is a good fuck no matter where or whom you are with.

The friendship goes on to this day. All any one of them needs to do is ask of the others' spouse and they are ready and willing.

A good fucking neighbor is hard to find but when you do----!

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Kahlan was the last living Confessor. Her family, her friends…all were lost to her now. She had felt a comfort knowing they were safe in Valaria and they would one day be reunited. Rahl had blasted Valaria to bits, killing them all in a matter of moments. Now, she felt completely vulnerable, as if a great weight were on her shoulders. Any justice from a Confessor in the Midlands would have to come from her and her alone. Richard could sense Kahlan's distress. He sat up late into the night watching her until she finally drifted off to sleep. Only then did he allow himself to do the same.

Kahlan awoke from her fitful sleep. Tears brimming in her eyes and overwhelmed with loneliness, she went to where Richard lay sleeping, kneeling down beside him. When she spoke his name, his eyes immediately came open. He propped himself up on his arm. "What's the matter, are you okay?" The look in her eyes told him she wasn't.

"Richard, I'm frightened."

He reached his hand out to her and she took it. "What are you afraid of?" he asked softly.

"I'm afraid something will happen to me and the Midlands will be left without the help of a Confessor. Forever." She lowered her gaze, adding "I'm afraid of being alone". He sat up, cross-legged in front of her, taking her other hand in his so he now held them both. "I know what it's like to be afraid, Kahlan. I'm afraid too. I'm the first true Seeker in a thousand years. Me. Richard Cypher. Hartland woods-guide. I'm terrified of making a mistake. I have made mistakes." He smiled at her. "You've seen them."

She smiled back. "But you've succeeded. Rahl is dead. You've accomplished your mission."

He looked up at her from under his brow. "I don't know that my task will ever be complete. You heard Zedd...this could be a time of peace, yes, or when…" he changed his voice to sound menacing "…new and unimagined evils rise up to steal the broken shards of power." She let out a lilting laugh, bringing a genuine smile to his face.

He continued on more seriously. "Responsibility is a heavy burden. But I know you. You're up to the task. You're a strong woman, Kahlan Amnell. And you have the Seeker to protect you. And you have me, Richard, to be with you. As long as there is breath in me, I won't leave you Kahlan."

Her thumbs caressed over his hands as they held hers. "You have a knack for lifting my spirits". Her smile warmed him. He could see that he had boosted her somewhat, but that she still clung to her uneasiness.

He moved to lay back on his bedroll pulling at her hands. "Why don't you sleep here tonight, next to me." His eyes caught hers. "I can better protect you that way."

She went agreeably. "And I won't be so lonely then either?" she teased. His only answer was to pull her close to him as they lay down.

Kahlan awoke sometime later. Night remained but there was a hint of dawn in the darkness. She was still wrapped in Richard's protective embrace. Her head lay on his shoulder, her face rested against his neck. She could tell by his breathing that he was asleep. She was content to lay there and feel his warmth. She gently nudged her nose against him, taking in his scent. He smelled like the woods he loved. Earthy and fresh, like moss. She wondered what he would taste like. She imagined he would taste woodsy somehow. Perhaps like an almond roasted over an open fire. With her face resting against his neck it would be so easy for her to find out. All she had to do was open her mouth. She scolded herself for thinking this way. But he smelled so good. And he was so close, so warm. She was already pressed against him. She could just open her mouth, quietly, quickly and see if he tasted like she imagined. He was sound asleep. He'd never even know. She held her breath. Before she could debate it any longer, she opened her mouth against his neck, allowing him to meet her tongue. She could taste the slight saltiness of his skin. She slowly brought her lips back together closing her mouth again. She felt Richard's muscles tense. If he had been asleep before, he was awake now. Rather than adding to her inhibitions, his tension only ignited her. Before she even realized what she was doing, Kahlan again unfurled her mouth against him, a bit wider this time, guiding her lips to stroke the length of his neck. She lost herself in the kiss, savoring the moment. She had dreamed of kissing him like this for such a long time. Richard's breath came faster, deeper. She wanted him to pull her to him but he didn't move.

Before she could even fully bring her lips to a close this time, she found them yielding to taste him more fully. Every fiber of her being hummed with passion. Her hands slid up the back of his neck, her fingers gathered his hair, twisting it tightly around them. She could hear Richard's ragged breathing, as a quiet moan escaped him. Consumed with tasting him, she pressed against him, her teeth lightly raking his skin as her lips came to a final close. She kept her face pressed against his neck, her fingers clenching down on the already tight grip she had on his hair. Desire coursed through her veins. She released the moan of longing she had fought to keep inside.

Richard swallowed hard. With great effort, he gripped her shoulders, moving her back just far enough to look in her face. His eyes and his words, fired with need, were gentle, but firm, "One more kiss from you like that and there's no going back." She knew he meant what he said. She could see the tenuous grip he had on his restraint was slipping. His body trembled trying to maintain control. He wished she would kiss him again, so he could set himself free.

Kahlan wanted desperately to surrender to her need. She could clearly see the passion in his eyes. She knew she only need kiss him again and he would ravish her, here and now. The thought excited her. It also frightened her. She never wanted anything more in her life, yet she knew the consequences.

She had only wanted to taste him, but once she'd started, she found it impossible to stop. She ached with need, she wanted him so desperately. She saw she was pushing him over the edge. She gathered her resolve. "I'm so sorry Richard" she whispered, lowering her eyes. He tightened his grip and spoke her name in a tone that forced her to look into his eyes. "Kahlan. Don't ever apologize for wanting me. For loving me." He understood her longing. He felt it too. She nodded her agreement. They looked at each other for a long moment. Kahlan finally spoke in a wistful tone "I'd like to have you kiss me like that." Still holding her shoulders, Richard slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry Kahlan, I may be the Seeker, but I don't have that kind of strength." She gave him a small smile. She lay her head down again but his time she put a little distance between them. He took her hands in his as he too rested his head. They lay for some time, looking into each other's eyes, holding hands. Kahlan's last thoughts before sleep finally took her, was that she had been right. He did taste like almonds roasted over a fire. Only better.


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Memories of a 61-year-old
A week before my 14th birthday (1953) I arrived at boarding school and like most boys, I struck up a friendship with a boy called Doug.S. A day or so after my arrival I was talking to Doug and he asked "Have you had a wet dream yet"? My reply was "What's a wet dream?"
He explained that this was a surge of fluid that would leave my pjs all wet and sticky. A few days later I dreamt again of an event that has stuck in my memory since the age of about 11 or 12. I had left my bed to get a glass of water from the kitchen and on my way I saw that my parents bedroom light was on so decided to go down to see them . As I reached the door I was confronted by the sight of my father and mother, totally naked, about to assume the missionary position.
I froze to the floor and watched in total awe at what I was seeing. My eyes could not have been more than eight feet from the foot of the bed so the detail of the sight was total. My father began to enter my mother and his movements were slow and unhurried. The act seemed to go on forever but could not have been more than about 5 or 10 minutes and then my fathers pace began to increase and the noises from them both became louder. Their orgasms were almost frightening. As they came to rest I managed to snap out of my trance and went straight to bed where my regular fondling still did not lead to the final result. To this day I am sure that my mother knew that I was there but for some reason said nothing.
This was the trigger of my first wet dream and many other masturbatory events and dreams over the past 47 years.
I told Doug the next day that the predicted dream had happened and he then said that I would now start "pulling myself" (an old Australian term not used much anymore) . At this point I should explain that the dormitory at the school consisted of a very large room with 4 rows of double bunks made from 1" tubular steel. There were rows down each wall and two rows, head to head, down the centre line. Within a few days the urge to play with and fondle the demanding organ between my legs became too much, but now the result was far more dramatic and left me in a state of amazement.
It was not long before this ritual became a daily (or nightly) event and after some time I noticed that the metal frame of the bunks was transmitting a regular shaking from the lower bunk to mine. The boy down below was masturbating just the same as I was. I made my business to check out the bunks on each side of me and sure enough the sheets were moving up and down in rapid urgency. None of us ever mentioned any of this in the two years I was there.
My friend Doug had found a trapdoor that led under the stage of the assembly hall and at some time in the past had established a hideaway with a couple of blankets , candles etc together with a few "nudist" magazines to use as inspiration. I was invited down there and so began a regular masturbatory heaven that sometimes included mutual masturbation but no real homosexual activity.
One day, on an afternoon leave pass from school a group of us went for a stroll in the bush and at a clearing we sat down to rest. Someone started talking about sex and masturbation in particular and we all confessed that we did it regularly. I had decided that the habit was universal and that if the rumours were true then all the men in the world should be walking around with white canes. This talk led to the challenge of a race to see who could "come" first, thus I had my first and only circle jerk.
I remember the showers in the dormitory were rather Spartan and consisted of about 10 or 12 shower roses with no privacy screens. It was my great fear that that raging organ between my legs would stand up and disgrace me, which it did sometimes. One boy at the end shower line had a full erection and he turned into the corner as if to shield himself from view and after a while the movements of his shoulder and right arm made it obvious that he was masturbating. No one said anything as I think we were all scared it could have been us.
On my return to my home after my stay at boarding school I had my own room and soon discovered the joys of humping the bed (or pillow). This led to a large yellow stain on the sheets by the time it came to wash them. I must confess that the thought never entered my mind how obvious it all was and my mother never mentioned it. My mastubation rate was rapidly reaching 3 and sometimes 4 times per day and I was scared the whole thing was getting out of control. One night I knelt down beside the bed and prayed for help in reducing it to once per day. It did not do a bit of good and as soon as I got into bed I was off at it again.
After about 8 months at home my employer transferred me to Melbourne (capitol of Victoria) and so I began to lodge in private homes, fortunately in my own room. Here the stains mounted rapidly on the sheets but not one landlady ever mentioned it. One day I came home from work and saw that a large deposit of sperm had flown over my head and landed on the bed head and dribbled all down to the bottom. Again not a word was said.
As often as possible I returned to my home town to visit my parents and at this time Australia was in the midst of a rabbit plague and I often went out with my .22 rifle to knock over a few. I remember walking across some farmland and coming across an old abandoned farm house. I looked inside and saw an ideal spot to satisfy my raging penis that was demanding attention NOW. On another occasion I was walking through some fairly thick scrub and had to lean back against a tree, drop my pants to my ankles and masturbate in full view of the birds. The Murray River has many sandbanks on the inside of bends and I was walking along one of these when the urge to masturbate became too much. I lay down on the sand and proceeded to revel in the freedom of the open air. As I stood up I saw that a fisherman was sitting on the opposite bank of the river about 50 yards away. He could not possibly have missed what took place.
Having settled down to a daily average of about 3 masturbation sessions a day my thoughts now turned to the object of my fantasies. My brother, who was 4 years older than me and far more successful with the opposite sex was going out with a girl of my age (about 16). The girl had an older sister who was about 20. My brother and I went around to the sisters place one evening and the parents were out somewhere, my brother and the younger sister went inside and I was instructed to stay outside. the elder sister and I retreated to the back seat of the family car parked in the driveway. We soon began kissing and cuddling and with no objection (encouragement even) from the girl we rapidly progressed to the stage where her clothing had been removed or hitched up above her waist, with her underclothes removed I now had an unrestricted path to that which I had dreamed so often.
The next step was to unloose my throbbing penis that felt so huge but was really only average. The task had almost been completed when to my horror the lousy so and so ejaculated everywhere but where it was supposed to and left the sperm all over my hand, her stomach, and probably some of the car seat also. I was so disgusted, as at that moment I remembered how my father had moved so slowly and deliberately (and longer) when I had witnessed my parents at the age of 11 or 12. I could not talk to her or my brother from embarrassment and shame and returned home, never to see the girl again.
The next year passed with constant masturbation sessions that I remember accepting to myself were necessary before I could go to sleep at night, and were the usual result of my morning shower. The cleaning process usually had it standing to attention and I rarely managed to postpone the inevitable. A quick trip to the toilet cubicle was often needed during the day. My employer from time to time sent me to various country towns to take the place of staff who were on annual leave and at the age of 17 I was staying in a town about 200 miles from Melbourne and I struck up a friendship with a young girl about my age. One evening the events unfolded in an almost exact replay of my last fiasco a year before. The girl was just as eager as the first one and her clothing proved no hindrance as she removed her underpants and awaited the proof of my manhood. My performance was only fractionally better than my first, for as soon as the head of my penis approached her wet vagina I ejaculated again. The sperm this time was much closer to the bulls-eye but my distress was almost too much to bear. The girl was a bit mad about it too and that was the last I saw of her.
On my return to Melbourne I met a girl who would "never do such a thing " , being a good Catholic girl, but that did not stop her passionately massaging me penis in the back seats of the picture theatre. Many was the time I took her home with a growing wet patch in the front of my pants. Still the drought continued and it was at the age of 18 1/2 that I met the girl who was to become my wife of 40 years so far. I decided that night that she was the one and so my desperate search for sexual nirvana was centered on the new girl. Unfortunately she also was one who did not do such a thing and my trips home on foot if I missed the last bus were sometimes interrupted by a desperate search for a dark spot to relieve the sexual pressure. I remember on the last bus one night I had a woman opposite me who had obviously noticed my wet spot in the front of my pants.
My girls mother was a widow and she had a fiancée who owned a holiday home down at one of the outer beachside suburbs. I was often a guest over the weekend and as I approached my 20th birthday, the slow journey of my girl and I to the consummation of our relationship neared its end. Her mother watched us like a hawk and after the evening meal we would take a walk along the beach to get some time alone. The beach area was backed with "tea-tree" through which many walking tracks had been worn over the years. Beside one of these was a small grassed area and it was here that we sat down for a talk and as one thing led to another the talking became cuddling and kissing and soon we lost all care of our surroundings and who may come along. Our sexual desire took over and this time I managed to keep the raging thing under some sort of control and whilst not lasting any where near as long as my father I still managed to set a new personal record for the event. From that time on we managed to have sex about once a week and of course I had to make up the difference by making passionate love to the mattress or my right hand.
We married in Feb 1960 and my staying power slowly reached reasonable times. My wife let me know fairly early that she felt that masturbation was a waste of an ejaculation that should have been reserved for her. As both our appetites were of the at least daily level I had no cause for complaint and only resorted to my old habits during her period etc.
After my marriage at the age of 21 in 1960, my masturbation sessions became much less frequent because my wife felt that the ejaculation should have been reserved for her . My wife confessed that she had been masturbating regularly since her childhood. At night we would play with her very wet pussy and stimulate her clitoris to orgasm before, during and after intercourse. The sight and sound of my wife during masturbation and orgasm was too arousing for me to have been offended by her solo efforts and it all just added to the joy of it all.
My masturbation sessions were mainly as a result of my wifes period or her feeling a bit off colour.
When I was about 25 something happened to me that my wife does not believe and I am too scared to relate directly to anyone as it is hard to be believe but never the less it ACTUALLY HAPPENED.
One day I was in the bus heading home from work, I was seated away from the window with my shoulder towards the aisle. The bus was packed like a sardine tin and the day was a scorcher of about 100 degrees.
I was wearing a light cotton shirt only with no T.shirt underneath. After awhile I noticed that the woman beside was being pushed against me by the pressure of the crowded passengers. It became apparent that her lower stomach area was making contact with my shoulder bone and that in fact I could feel the area below her pubic bone.
I attempted to move my shoulder away by only about 1/2 an inch or so but as I did so she moved her body the same amount to re-establish contact. I was now in a state of amazement as I realized that she was doing all this on purpose. The vibration coming up through to body of the bus from the road surface was causing her to gain stimulation of her clitoris from the movement. I am sure that I could actually feel her clitoris becoming harder and the slight up and down movement of her body against mine was being ever so slightly increased by her own actions. I cannot remember how long all this went on for but I remember that the bus was an express which did not stop for about 1/2 an hour til its first stop on the way to the outer suburbs of Melbourne. She left the bus then and I could not make eye contact with her before she left.
I have heard of men who do this in crowded buses and trains but have never heard of women doing it. I would be most interested to hear of anybody who has done or had it done to them ().
Our marriage continued on for many years in much the same way as most others and when my wife reached menopause her liido faded slowly over the next 5 years to the stage when it was non existant. Fortunately she understood that my needs continued on and had no objection to me masturbating either in bed beside her or in the shower.
After our retirement we took up the lifestyle of caravanning around Australia, following the sun wherever we wished.
This meant staying at caravan parks in many places and having showers in the shower blocks. One day I was in the shower cubicle with a 10 - 12 inch gap under the dividing wall between each cubicle. I happened to look down one day and noticed that the overhead lighting, combined with the water on the floor of the shower was creating a mirror effect in the floor of the cubicle next door. I could see plainly that the man next door was masturbating. I had been in the habit of masturbating in the showers whenever I felt the need and it amused me to know that I was not the only one. From then on I began to take notice of the efforts of the men in the next cubicle and it became obvious that the habit was very common.
After a while I realized that many men in my age group who were also retired probably had wives who also were effected by menopause and so the men needed to mastubate from time to time and used the showers for private pleasure.
One day I had had my shower and had finished drying myself and felt the urge to masturbate rapidly coming over me. I lent against the side wall with my left arm and proceeded to play with my rapidly rising penis. The ejaculation sent sperm dribling down the wall of the cubicle and after I had recovered a bit I wiped it up and prepared to leave. I looked to my left and saw that a man was waiting outside my cubicle and through the gap between the door and the frame he could see all that had taken place. I left with a cheery "good morning" and the grin on his face told me that I was correct.
Many is the time that I have been a witness to men masturbating next door and a couple of times saw men sitting on the floor going to town, some with tubes of lube applied both front and back. Some don't even bother turning on the shower, just go in, use the privacy and leave. I often wonder how many witnessed my efforts over the years.
It is funny that from the age of 14 I began masturbating on a very regular basis either with my right hand or humping the mattress and at the age of about 54 on I was back to my regular mastubatory life. I have no desire to hurt my wife by having sexual relations with someone else and am quite happy with the present situatio


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It's a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon and we are lying in the park. I have my head in your lap, listening to you reading snippets from a magazine as you lazily stroke my hair. My eyes drift closed and I start to get lost in the sound of your voice, your touch, and I think of what I what I want you to be doing to me. I open my eyes just the slightest bit, focus on the shape of your lips and am mesmerized. Your lips can leave the sweetest kisses, yet elicit such desire as they burn across my body. You look down as a small smile plays across my lips, and know that I am thinking wicked things. I slide back into my thoughts as your fingers caress the side of my face, over my lips, gently teasing me.

I think back to earlier this morning, us stirring in bed until you were curled behind me, one hand cupping my breast. I was in between sleep and arousal, comfortable, but with you so close to me my nerve endings were tingling. Your fingers tightened around my nipple, coaxing it into hardness and a soft moan escaped me and encouraged your touch. I arched my back just the slightest bit and felt your hardness swell as my pussy tingled in anticipation. Your hand slid down my stomach, over my hip and between my thighs, lightly running your fingers over my pussy lips, teasing me until you made contact with my clit.

I raised my leg up allowing you better access and you stroked my button until I was writhing against your hand, so close to cumming. I wanted to feel you, reached behind me until I had your glorious cock in my hand. As always, I loved the thickness, my hand felt so tiny wrapped around you. I slid my hand up and down your rock-hard shaft a few times, trying to reach down to stroke your balls, too. I wanted to feel you deep inside me, I think you knew this as you pulled my hand away and slid your hips forward until I could feel the tip of your cock, the heat radiating off of you.

With your hand on my hip, you slowly filled me, your thickness creating sensations like no other, it was as if I could feel your pulse radiating into me. You kissed my shoulder as you began to slide in and out of my pussy, whispering into my ear, "I love how wet you get for me."

Knowing that you were as aroused as I was only turned me on even more, and I found myself arching into your thrusts, trying to get more of you in my greedy hole. I lifted my leg up, and you seemed to hit deeper, a totally different angle. I felt myself sliding closer to cumming, soft moans escaping my lips. With barely a motion, you rolled and had me pinned on my stomach beneath you, straddling my legs. The sudden change in friction set me over the edge. "Oh, John, I'm cumming! Oh, my God!"

I felt the warmth exploding inside me as wave after wave of ecstacy rolled over me. I threw my head back, managed to find your lips as you thrust into me, and the pleasure shot up my body. I loved the feel of your weight surrounding me, the tightness and friction as you slid into my wet pussy even more forcefully, spurred on by my orgasm. I, too, wanted more, and met each thrust, feeling the afterglow of an amazing orgasm growing into another storm. "Do you like me on top of you like this, Baby?" you growled into my ear. "Do you want to feel my hot cum filling you?"

I moaned in response as I slid my hand beneath me, finding my sopping pussy and engorged clit. I drew circles around my clit with one finger, and could actually feel you swelling inside me as you cried out that you were cumming. I felt waves of another orgasm rip over me just as streams of your cum filled me. You collapsed onto me, your hands wrapped in my hair, both our breath ragged and out hearts thumping. After a few minutes resting, I giggled softly, and you asked, "what are you laughing about?" I turned my head and you could see the grin on my face as I answered, "I'm thinking how amazing it would be to be in this position with your beautiful cock somewhere else." You let out a soft moan of consent and had a grin, too, thinking of things to come.

So here we were a couple hours later, lazing in the sun, sated and happy. My thoughts were wandering back to my statement earlier this morning, how badly I wanted you in my ass, but have been afraid to. I worried I would not be able to handle your thickness, your length, but wasn't that precisely what had me so preoccupied and wet any time that I thought about it? We had talked about anal sex, knew we would try it at some point, it was just a matter of when. I thought now was the time. I reached for your hand, pulled it to my lips and began kissing your palm, lightly licking a finger down to the tip, which I gently sucked into my mouth. You smiled down at me, one eyebrow raised in a questioning look, knowing that I was feeling naughty. "Take me home, John, I want you," I whispered, "I want you to take my ass."

"Are you sure, Baby?" you asked, turning our hands around until now you were kissing my fingers, teasing me. I sat up, leaned into you and kissed you deeply, my hand curling around the back of your neck as our tongues entwined. I could not believe how turned on I was just from thinking about our time together earlier this morning, and my passion clearly amused you. You could tell how badly I wanted you.

"I'm sure. I've been laying here thinking of how you touch me, how I want you to touch me," I whisper against your lips. You respond by pulling me in for a deeper kiss before breaking away to stand up, offering me your hand to help me up. The walk back to my place, although only a few blocks, seems to take forever. Your fingers twined with mine are so warm, keeping the heat between us. You push me against the wall as soon as we got in the door, I love how your body feels, pinning me against the wall, your lips capturing mine. Your hands slide down to my breasts, my nipples already hard from your kisses. You pull away long enough to lift my shirt over my head and I take the opportunity to pull your T-shirt off as you unhook my bra and it slides to the floor. You bend down and flick my nipples with your tongue, then gently blow, sending shivers down my spine as the cool air contrasts with the heat of your touch. You return to my breasts, your fingers teasing the sensitive skin of the undersides as your teeth clamp onto a nipple, the mix of sensations making me weak in the knees.

I pull your head up after a few moments for a kiss, then lead you up the stairs and into the bedroom where I undo your belt and let your pants fall to the floor. I ease your boxer briefs down and push you back onto the bed, hear you kicking off your shoes as I lean over and run my tongue from the base of your cock up to the tip, slowly swirling around the bulbous head before taking you into my mouth and gently sucking. I run my nails down your thighs lightly, sliding as much of your thick cock down my throat as I can. I love the sigh of contentment I hear from you, and drop to my knees, burying my tongue in your balls, then licking at your taint. You moan more audibly now and lift your knees, allowing me access to your sexy ass, so I flick my tongue at your tight hole, alternating between gentle licks and more probing strokes. I wrap my fist around your cock and gently stroke while I tease your ass.

You reach down for me and guide me onto the bed, kissing your way down my body until your tongue is flicking my clit and leaving me arched off the bed. You slide a finger into my pussy, slowly stroking in and out, then add another digit. Just when I think I can't take anymore, you slide your fingers out and down towards my ass. Using the wetness from my pussy you tease my little rosebud for a moment, then push gently, sliding past that initial resistance. Before I even realize it, you have your finger all the way in and are slowly sliding in and out, your tongue still lapping at my pussy then grazing over my clit. You slide your finger out, gather more wetness for lubrication, and then slip a second finger into me, both of us slowly savoring the invasion. I am stunned by the suddenness of the orgasm when it hits me, the feel of your fingers buried in my ass is such a special sensation so different from how you fill my pussy.

You are no longer being gentle, your fingers fly in and out of me roughly, but this just heightens my orgasm. "God, Johnny, I can't stop cumming!" The ripples of pleasure seem to go on forever as I grip your head between my hands and savor every sensation. You slow the strokes of your tongue along my slit, tasting the honey you have so expertly coaxed from me, looking up at me with such a devilish expression.

"Did you like that, Baby?" I nod slowly, nearly incoherent from pleasure. "Are you ready for more?" you ask, in a sultry voice that nearly sends shivers up my spine in anticipation. Again I am mute, and can only nod, pulling you up for a kiss, savoring the heat of your body, the taste of my cum still fresh on your lips. You move your hips, splaying my legs until I can feel the thick head of your cock as your move into me. I am struck again at how completely you fill me. You pause to kiss me, my legs wrapping around you to draw you deeper. I kiss and nip at your neck, eliciting soft moans as you arch to allow me better access to your sensitive spots. I kiss your ear, swirling my tongue along the shell of your ear, knowing you are enjoying this as your motions become more forceful. You break away, kiss me more softly, taking the pace down a notch before telling me to roll over. Our eyes lock, and we both know this is what we both have been waiting for, what we both want.

You pull away, allowing me to roll over onto my hands and knees, glancing at you slightly unsure over my shoulder. You stroke my ass cheeks lovingly, slide one hand down to my pussy and murmur, "so wet," almost as if to yourself. When your finger slides into my ass I am ready for it now, aching for it. I sense, more than feel, your body moving behind me. You slide the length of your cock along my slit, gathering lubrication and then I feel the thick knob nudging at what I imagine must seem like an impossibly tiny hole. My fingers find my clit, to tease and distract me. I have a moment of doubt that you will fit, I feel such pressure as you push into me, and then there is that inevitable release after you penetrate that first barrier. You pause, allowing us a moment to adjust, and I continue to lightly stroke my clit to east the pressure coming from my ass.

I slowly push back towards you, letting you know I want more, that I want you to fill me completely. I can feel you tremble slightly, sensations obviously overpowering you, too, as you slowly withdraw almost to the tip before sliding just a little deeper each time. There is silence in the room except for our breathing, my breath coming in short pants as your thickness overwhelms and excites me, my pussy getting wetter and wetter as you slide deeper into my ass. I can't believe how full I feel, how wicked, there is no other way to describe the sensation. I am amazed when you pause and I realize that you have your cock buried to the root. I slide my fingers away from my clit until they graze your balls, gently running my nails along your taint as you are resting tightly in my tush. You cry out and propel your hips forward just a little more until I know that you have now, completely taken my ass.

"Fuck me, Babe," I say hoarsely. You grab onto my hips and plunge into me more forcefully, in long, deep strokes that ensure I feel every long, thick, bit of you. I know I'm not going to last long and my elbows start to splay, my forehead supporting most of my weight now as I am becoming lost in sensations. I can feel your body tense as you pause while buried to the hilt, your breath becoming more shallow. I slide my hands around to my ass cheeks, pulling them apart more, wanting you even deeper now as I feel my body start to tremble with the first ripple of my orgasm. The sensation of me cumming and the sight of me begging you to fuck me deeper sets you over the edge, too, and our cries combine in the previously quiet room. "John, John," I just whisper your name, my hands slipping to the bed and gripping the sheets.

"Oh, Honey," you cry, and I can almost feel you grow larger, then streams of cum shooting into me. You pull out, letting a little cum dribble onto my freshly fucked hole before sliding back in, pushing me down onto my stomach. Your arms curl up to my shoulders, a finger twirling a stray lock of my hair as you nestle your head behind mine. Like this morning, our breath is ragged, our hearts are thumping, only now there is such a sense of satisfaction and completion. I lift my head, turn over my shoulder to kiss you, a grin on my face. My grin is not one of mischief any longer, but of great satisfaction, and I hope we have many more lazy days like today ahead.

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