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Onyx Dreams Ch. 11

Kennice was floating on air. The night had been great and being with Cyrus on the beach had been icing on the cake. She shed her clothes and put on her nightgown, a very demure one that showed little skin or curves.

She checked the door to make sure it was still locked and then she slid into bed. She closed her eyes and slipped right into a dream.

She was on the hillside overlooking the monastery, but she felt no joy at the sight but rather a peculiar uneasiness that penetrated all the way to her very soul. The scene was idyllic yet she felt threatened. There was danger and death on the air and it was coming for the monastery.

{{It is the dark one you feel}} that male voice that had spoken to her so long ago explained.

"Dark one? What do you mean? We have to stop it then!" She didn't like this conversation or the fact that she could never see the male who spoke to her. She knew he meant her no harm. Of that she was certain.

{{Just watch}} His tone was full of sadness.

Kennice returned to watching and then winging in from the north was a black dragon. At first she thought it was Brenna but then she noticed a slight difference in the shading. It was a different dragon and there was someone riding the dragon. As the pair flew closer, she gasped when she recognized Cyrus. What frightened her though was the look of intense hatred on his face.

"What are you so angry at, Cyrus?" she whispered and then gasped this time in horror when the dragon opened its mouth and began flaming the monastery. But it wasn't just that sight that froze her and made her heart ache but it was the malicious laughter coming from Cyrus that caused her to go cold in shock and despair.

{{Remember, remember}} the male urged and then she felt herself being pulled back to consciousness.

The sunlight on her face woke her and for a moment, the nightmare was forgotten as she let the healing rays of the sun wash over her. It was just a dream and she had nothing to worry about. It was all just a dream. Kennice slid from the bed and stretched. She was going to bathe and then think on a course of action that would allow her and Cyrus to be together without having to hide.

She gathered up her clothes and went into the bathroom. Stepping inside she let out a hiss of surprise at the hotness of the water. Quickly she turned it down so that it was still hot but not scalding. She squirted the lavender and peach scented shampoo into her hand and lathered up her hair. The scent was soothing and she closed her eyes and smiled. The night on the beach had been one of the best moments in her life. Once again she silently thanked Cyrus for it. She began humming softly as she rinsed her hair.

The door to the bathroom slowly opened and Erykia walked in on silent feet. Her expression was granite. She waited until she heard the water turn off before reaching in, latching on to Kennice's hair and jerking the startled young woman out of the shower and down to the floor.

Kennice shrieked in fear and fought but Erykia held tightly and dragged her out to the bedroom. She forced Kennice's head down until her face was pressed into the thick plush carpet. She then placed her booted foot down on the small of Kennice's back and pressed hard until Kennice's muffled screams of pain were heard.

"I don't know how many times I have to keep enforcing this lesson but I will continue to do it until you get it. STAY AWAY FROM THAT BOY! You are not meant for him. He is a lowlife who managed to partner with a dragon. I will beat you until it sinks in. You will not disgrace our order by associated with that boy."

Kennice was struggling frantically. She was starting to black out from lack of oxygen and the pain in her lower back was excruciating. She was dimly aware of the bedroom door opening and Rhys' voice.

Erykia looked up. "Did you bring them?"

"Yes, High Priestess," Rhys said with an evil smirk as he held out to her a cane, a whip and a rubber paddle.

"Pick her up and bend her over that stool," Erykia ordered as she took the items from him.

Rhys hauled Kennice to her feet and dragged her to the stool and pushed her over it. He took a moment to run his hands over her body even as he felt himself growing hard. Her body was lithe and begging to be explored. He slid his hand lower between her legs.

Kennice's response was instant. She pressed her legs together tightly trapping his hand. "No," she hissed.

"Come now, Kennice, why so shy? You're so eager to let Cyrus' filthy hands touch you there. Shouldn't I, your betrothed be allowed the same? I really don't need to ask but I am because it is the only nice thing to do," he drawled.

"Cyrus doesn't touch me there and neither will you!"

Rhys' face turned a dull red and then his hand landed hard and stinging on her butt. She yelped and almost tumbled off the stool but he held her down with his other hand as he scooted to the side to give Erykia room. His handprint was very visible against her milk chocolate skin.

"You just don't know when to keep your mouth shut," Erykia smirked as she expertly pulled her arm back and hit Kennice hard with the rubber paddle.

Tears sprang into Kennice's eyes but she bit her bottom lip. She would not cry! They would not subdue her in this.

Rhys chuckled when he saw the determined look on Kennice's face. "Oh, looks like your going to have to play rough high priestess. Kennice seems set on not learning her lesson."

"Yes, she does a high tolerance for pain. That's just as well. A high priestess usually has to go above and beyond normal levels. Consider this another lesson you have to learn," Erykia explained as she began paddling Kennice. After fifteen blows she switched to the cane. "Such control. She's managed to not shed tears or make a sound. How about we change that?"

Erykia swished the cane expertly in the air and started raining blows across Kennice's thighs, butt and lower back. She only stopped after 25 hits.

Kennice was breathing harshly and she felt the blackness of unconsciousness calling her. She so wanted to slip into that black void and find relief but Erykia was going to allow that.

"Don't you dare faint! I'll have Rhys dunk you in icy cold water and then we'll begin again." Erykia savagely pinched Kennice's leg.

"Yes, high priestess," Kennice ground out and then hissed when the sting of the whip connected with her back.

Rhys watched in amusement as Erykia beat Kennice. He was getting aroused at the sight of Kennice's pain and at the smell of blood as the whip opened up lacerations on her back. He reached out and gently touched Erykia after the fifteen lash. "I find myself, invigorated," he stated.

Erykia laughed. "Yes you do like blood and pain, don't you Rhys?" she purred. "Come we will leave her. She will only be permitted water and no food. I'm also having her moved to a spot that Cyrus cannot find. I do not want her tarnished. The ceremony is in six days and nothing is going to ruin in."

The pair left the room and the sound of the lock being bolted in place was loud in the now quiet room.

Kennice tumbled off the stool and hit the floor hard where she curled up into a ball and quietly cried herself to sleep.

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Big Sister's Big Toy

Tim Brady was old enough to finish high school, but he still didn't think that there was anything at all strange about spying on his older sister. It was easy to do. Their rooms were across the hall from each other, and the doors had old fashioned locks, with big fat keyholes. A curious young man could peek right through the keyhole and into his sister's room. Most days the view was boring, just the same old posters of rockstars, scattered cds, rumpled clothes and empty slurpie cups. Tim wasn't sure why he got such a kick out of watching her, but he knew that it was exciting. He got a strange thrill watching her when she thought she were alone.

The two siblings were only a year apart, Lisa was older, and working part time at a clothing store downtown. She was prim and proper, and kept her strawberry-blonde hair up in a ponytail. She always said that short skirts looked trashy, and she never wore low tops or tight clothing. Still, she'd inherited her mom's curves, and they were impossible to hide. Tim had definitely noticed her burgeoning womanhood. Family vacations and days to the beach had become more distracting than they used to be, and he found himself sneaking glimpses of her plump new breasts and rounded ass. He had to admit that maybe his motives for spying on his sister weren't entirely pure.

She'd always been uptight, and he knew that she'd be shocked if she caught him peeking. He was the problem-child, not her, and it was always him that came home with skinned knees, lost his school books or got caught stealing chocolate from the freezer. Maybe that was why he, despite being old enough to drive, saw nothing shocking about kneeling on the floor at his sister's door, and peeking through a keyhole.

Inside the room, Lisa had been getting ready for bed. Before Tim had taken up his post outside the door, she had come into her room wearing a thick, fluffy beach towel. She was still fresh and rosy from her shower. She'd had a long day at work, and made it even longer by running a few quick errands on the way home. Dinner and a long shower had relaxed her though, and left her with a warm, lazy glow.

Tim tucked his palms under his knees and squirmed for a better view. He could see the centre of the room, but whenever his sister strayed to the edges where the dressers or the shelves were he lost his view. He watched with his heart in his throat as she reached behind her to unknot the towel, and then, maddeningly, stepped outside of his view. All he caught was a flash of pink skin and the sight of a fluffy towel crumpling to the floor.

It just wasn't fair. He sighed, and then, a second later, winced, realising that she might hear. But if she did, she didn't show it. Inside the room there was a shuffling sound of clothes as Lisa dug through her dresser. When she re-emerged in front of the peep hole she was wearing a filmy nightgown. She'd grown up some since first getting the gown, and at the bottom it barely fell past her hips, while on top, her breasts bulged against the fabric.

Tim watched anxiously as his sister went through her routine and tied up the room a bit. Then, against all hope, she bent to pick up the forgotten towel, and he got his first precious glimpse of her perfect round ass, and the soft cleave of her teen-aged cunt beneath it. His first glimpse of a real girl's pussy only lasted a second, but he'd remember it forever. She kept it trimmed and shaved, so that it was smooth and bald, and he had just the slightest glimpse of curly red hairs between the soft swell of her thighs. Then it was gone, and Lisa hitched her nightgown back down, threw the towel in the dirty laundry and finished getting ready for bed.

The next few minutes were hell for her brother, who was desperately waiting for another slip, and another stolen glimpse. It didn't matter that it was his sister, and it didn't matter how guilty he felt. He wanted to see those forbidden fruits again, the ones that had previously only existed on computer screens and stolen magazines.

While her brother thought guilty thoughts, Lisa finished her routine. She turned off her computer,and set the alarm on her phone to get herself up for work in the morning. She paced around the room, tidying up, and settling down. For a while, it seemed that her poor brother would be disappointed. That's not how it was though. Luckily for her watcher, Lisa couldn't relax. She'd broken up with her boyfriend the week before, and without him around, she was constantly, intensely horny. It was unbelievable. She'd never have guessed that she'd miss sex so much; they didn't do it that often, and when they did it had always been sort of quick and disappointing. But now that she was single it was all Lisa could think about. it wasn't something she could talk about, her friends knew she had a boyfriend, but she'd never opened up about sex, and her family... well there were some things you just couldn't talk to them about. Still, Lisa was horny, and it had been all that she'd thought about at work all day.

That was why she'd stopped at the sex store on the way home. It was horribly embarrassing. The store was the kind of place that she was sure only sleazy old men went to, and she'd spent the entire time nervous and trembling as she picked through novelty props, dirty movies and sex toys, tons of different sex toys. She hadn't been able to stop blushing as she'd paid for her selection, but the girl at the counter chewed her gum and hardly looked up. Now Lisa was ready to try out her toy.

It was a dildo. But it wasn't just any dildo, it was a huge dildo. Lisa nervously tore the cardboard and plastic box apart, and drew out her new friend. Suddenly she felt overwhelmed. It hadn't looked so big in the store! Not by half! Sitting in her room, it seemed bigger than anything she'd ever seen. The heavy plastic dong was easily twice the size of her ex-boyfriend's cock, and was ridged and floppy, with a fat suction cup on the base and two fat plastic lumps like balls. It felt heavy in her hands, and despite her arousal, Lisa hesitated, chewing on her lip. Too much?

Outside the room, Tim shifted on his knees. His posture was totally uncomfortable, but that didn't matter, his sister was finally doing something worth spying on. He couldn't tell what it was Lisa had unwrapped, but the way she was eyeing whatever it was, it had to be something good. Lisa ran her fingers up the fake cock, measuring it with a caress. So long, so fat. She thumbed the little slit at the top, and wrapped her fist around the shaft, pumping it curiously, like it was a real boy's cock. Her fist fit around it, but her fingertips barely touched on the other side. Could she ever take something like that? Surely not. Even the thought sent her heart pounding and her breath quickened to catch up. She had to find out, but if she was going to take it, first she'd have to get it wet.

Tim squirmed. There was no way that his stuffy sister was holding what it looked like she was holding. His prim, perfect sister, kneeling on her bedroom floor, pumping a giant dildo? It was impossible. But there was no denying what his prying eyes saw. No way! It had to be a mistake. But then Lisa shattered any last lingering doubts, by lifting the dildo up to her mouth, and kissing the head of the huge prick. Very slowly she took the dildo into her mouth, slurping at the rounded head. The tip was the size of a fat plumb, but it wasn't too big. Her jaws yawned wide, and she took it into her mouth, feeding in the first inches until the blunt head nudge at the back of her throat.

It wasn't enough. Lisa had to get the whole thing wet, and now, with the tip wedged between her pretty lips, it was like the fake cock was daring her. Could she swallow it? She knew girls did, but could she?

Watching from outside the room, Tim squirmed. He knew it was wrong to watch, but his own cock wasn't listening. It was hard and stiff, aching at the fly of his jeans. He draped a hand over it, adjusting it to a more comfortable position. He should look away. But he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight inside the room.

Lisa closed her eyes, and tilted her head back, turning her face up to the ceiling. She took a deep breath. Inch by inch she slid the cock deeper into her mouth. It was impossibly thick, but it slid easily past her pink lips and nudged under her tonsils. Her gag reflex started to kick in as it filled her throat, and Lisa knew it was now or never. With a final thrust, she punched that thick shaft down into her throat.

Tim watched in shock as his sister's neck bulged obscenely with the nine inches of dildo crammed inside. The world had closed into just that scene. All he could see was his sister, so sure that nobody was looking that she'd utterly debase herself with a plastic toy.

Lisa knew she'd taken the entire dick when the fake rubber-balls rested came to rest against her chin. Her eyes bulged, and the shaft pressed against the back of her throat so that she thought she'd puke, but the tingle between her thighs told her she loved it. She couldn't hold it though. Panicking for a second, Lisa tried to suck air, and couldn't. Frantic, she drew the dildo out like a sword swallower finishing an act, and sucked in air to replace it. She'd done it! Not the kind of thing you could show off, but she'd done it! Panting, she caught a sight of herself in her dresser mirror, and didn't recognise the girl she saw. Lisa was utterly dishevelled: long strings of saliva kept her connected to the fake cock, and her nipples begging to escape her flimsy nightgown. It was totally obscene.

It wasn't over though. As far as Lisa was concerned, she'd barely begun. Now more than ever she needed to feel that cock inside her. The suction cup would make it easy. That's what it was there for right? Except that her floor was carpet, and the dildo wouldn't stick. Still breathing hard, she searched the room. An old Biology text would be perfect. With a big lick she wet the dildo's suction cup and smacked it down onto the glossy cover of the high-school textbook. Seconds later she was kneeling over the spit-soaked rubber cock with bent knees. Her legs trembled as she sank down onto the massive sex toy, spearing it into her teen-aged cunt. Lisa's pussy-lips spread to accommodate its girth, stretching and pulling at the wet plastic. Inch after inch of the cock sunk into her, and as the pleasure shot through her. If she hadn't just swallowed that same toy, Lisa never would have known she could take it. It split her like nothing she'd ever felt before, driving deep into the centre of her aching need.

As she sank to the base of the toy, Lisa's lips stretched and her knees trembled, her dimpled ass flexing for her secret watcher. Soon her vanishing act was complete. Her sweat-soaked butt cheeks were pressed against the Biology text, and the dildo's full nine inches were hidden inside her greedy pussy. After she caught her breath, Lisa lifted herself up, and dropped her weight again, letting the dildo's slippery shaft appear and disappear in a quickening rhythm. Soon she was deliriously fucking the toy, totally caught up in the wanton act.

Outside, Tim watched his sister's cunt spread wide with each thrust, swallowing the toy. Above that stuffed cunt hole, Lisa's asshole winked back at him, tight and brown. He'd never thought about it as a sexy part of a girl before, but on her it was perfect. He was totally enraptured with the way that his sister's tiny sphincter squeezed tight and bulged as each thrust of the toy pushed her insides outward.

Somewhere along the line, Tim's hand had found its way back into his lap, and he'd begun stroking herself through his jeans. His cock was thick and swollen, at least as big as the one his sister was impaled on, he was sure. His mind was racing, imaging what it would be like if he was someone else -- someone brave enough to barge in through that door and offer her his very real, very erect cock. He imagined her lips around it as she fucked the toy, his throbbing length buried deep in her gagging throat. His forehead was pressed to the door jam, and he stared in stunned silence, caught in the obscene act before him and the electric pleasure he felt each time his hand grazed the bulge in his jeans.

Lisa's breasts shook and heaved under her thin nightgown, and her mouth hung open as she flung herself at the cock again and again. It didn't take long at all for her to cum, shaking and jerking at the cock. She bit her lip, smothering a cry of pleasure that shot up into her brain as she sank to the base of the cock again. Suddenly, it was too much, and she was losing her balance and cumming all at once. A squeal escaped Lisa's tightly sealed lips, a high keening, "Yeeep!" that made Tim cringe in the hallway. Lisa fell forward onto her knees, shaking and moaning and biting down on her knuckles as the orgasm washed over her.

The last thing Tim saw stuck in his head, the image of his sister, on hands and knees, the cock jutting from her spasming cunt, as juice rolled down her thighs and her asshole clenched and winked with each jolt of passion. His own horniness was overwhelming, a tight, driving need in his gut. He only had a few seconds, but he managed to unsnap the top button of his jeans and thrust his hand in. He'd made himself cum before, alone in his room, but never like this. All it took was a grasp and a few frantic jerks and he was there, wet seed spilling out over his hand and into his shorts. The whole time his eyes never left the keyhole, or the sight of his sister lying there, panting, a dildo protruding from her cunt like king Arthur's sword, begging for him to pull it free and replace with his own aching meat.

Afterward, Tim stumbled back to his room, grateful to have escaped detection and still shaking with the aftermath of his own orgasm. He was sticky, tired and vaguely ashamed, but he knew he'd be back. After what he'd seen, he'd be kidding if he thought he could stay away.

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Bouboupism involves fondling, playing, pinching, or even biting your partner’s nipples. Essentially, it’s a sexual practice that focuses on giving pleasure to the nipples in every possible way. The breasts are particularly erogenous zones, and stimulating them can significantly heighten pleasure. Depending on your sensitivity, this type of stimulation can quickly lead to a breast orgasm!

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Can there be a fun, romantic, and relaxed way to push the sexual boundaries? Sure there can! You just need the right partner and a lot of time...

"I bet he wants your ass, too. Men always think women want that, and they never do."

I watched the other ladies in the group laugh or look down. That was Jennifer talking, and she was teasing Jackie about her boyfriend, whom Jackie described as "pretty adventurous in bed."

"What do you think, Eric?" Amy's eyes challenged mine as I snapped over to her.

"I think I'm smart enough to stay out of this conversation," I replied, to a couple of giggles from the ladies.

"Well that's the nice, safe, boring answer," Amy chided. "You won't tell us what you think?"

"OK, I'll take the bait. Like anything sexual, I think it depends on the woman. Some would never do it, some put up with it for their partners, and some really enjoy it."

"And I suppose you have the magic touch to make them enjoy it?" Jennifer's sarcasm dripped out.

"I never said anything about me. Heck, you can read about this if you want. They've surveyed a lot of women about this, like everything else."

"So what about you?" Amy again, her eyes sparkling.

"When did this become a discussion of my sex life?"

"You've got a group of women here, talking about sex with you, and you're backing down? Hello? Is there any red blood in there?"

"Yes!" I blurted out—Amy had got me. "I know they can enjoy it from personal experience. I don't kiss and tell, so I'm not going to reveal who, but I absolutely know that at least one woman can have extremely powerful, soul-crashing orgasms that way."

"And you're so sure about that? And that she wanted it?" Jennifer again.

"When she puts a bottle of lube in your lap and hooks her finger at you while she sashays to the bedroom, I think it's safe to say she wants it. As for the orgasm part, it's more the involuntary side that I picked up on. Tremors, spasms, and all that. She wasn't in control of herself."

"And you didn't marry her for life?" Amy gave me a theatrical look of disbelief.

"Very funny," I said. "It would be great if sex were the only aspect of a relationship. We were great in the sack, but there were other issues. It didn't work out in the long run."

"A guy admits that there's more to a relationship than sex?" Jackie quipped. "I didn't know that happened." The other ladies laughed while I rolled my eyes.

I looked over at Amy. "So I've spilled a bit, Lady. I'm not going to keep up a one-way conversation."

"Fair enough," she said, laughing. "I'll just say that I haven't done it, but I try to keep an open mind on things sexual."

"Whoa. Maybe we've got another adventurous soul in the sack!" Karen observed. Amy just stuck her tongue out.

"Speaking of relationships, you and Lisa have been split for several months now, right?" Jennifer asked me, changing the subject. "How come you aren't hooked up with some new babe?"

"I try to avoid the rebound thing. That usually leads to regret. Why, you want to hook up? Probably enough time has passed for me." I wanted to get a barb in at Jennifer.

"In your dreams, stud," she said, rolling her eyes while the other ladies laughed.

They continued to a discussion of boyfriends and prospects, with a lot of laughs and catcalls. I joined in the fun.

After another half hour or so, Jackie looked down. "Look's like it's time for me to go. Got to get ready for tonight."

"I'll bet, with your adventurous boyfriend," Jennifer commented. "Come on, girls. We should give Amy and Eric a chance to clean up. By the way, Eric, that's very nice of you to help Amy with this little afternoon party."

"I'm hoping you spread this story around with the ladies. I can start with a good reputation, and coast for a while in my usual lazy, self-centered way."

That got a few more laughs and teases as everyone picked up their things and said goodbye. Most of the other folks had left an hour or so ago. Amy had done a good job inviting a co-ed mixture, and the party had gone well. She was right—an afternoon party got a lot more folks to come, since they could make evening plans as well.

"Ready to help with the dishes? By the way, thanks so much for co-hosting," Amy said.

"Anytime, Amy. Let's do it." Amy had been a good friend of my girlfriend Lisa, and we continued the friendship with each other after Lisa left. We both felt the loss when Lisa moved away, but the job opportunity had been perfect for her. Lisa and I both knew that we didn't have enough going for her to stay or for me to relocate with her. Lisa had told me that I should go after Amy, but it felt a little weird to hit up on a friend of my ex-girlfriend. Amy and I lived in the same condo building, so we saw each other a lot.

"Soul-crashing orgasms, huh?"

I noticed how close together we were at the sink. The dishes became a little harder to hold. "Uh-oh. Not my sex life again," I replied, groping for something to say.

"Hey, maybe I'm trying to help," she said. "I've got a friend who's mentioned that she wanted to try anal sex some day. Should I hook the two of you up?"

I shook my head. "I know it sounds crazy that I'm not jumping at the chance to get some girl's ass, but you have to understand how I operate. I only have fun in the sack if the girl is having a great time herself."

"Who says she won't have fun?"

"It's not as simple as just pushing inside and having her swoon with pleasure. That may be what porn movies show, but it doesn't work that way in real life. While she may endure it and eventually come to enjoy it, chances are it will just be a horrible experience. For me, anal sex is something that comes after a lot of trust and history have built up. Both partners need to be comfortable with many other forms of sex together, and the lady has to have learned how to relax and receive pleasure from that part of her body. Finally, she's sharing a very personal, private part of herself, so she needs to completely trust her partner. If all those ingredients come together, it can be pretty amazing, and she has a good chance of loving it. On the other hand, it's just not something to check off in a hook-up."

"Sounds like a very mature outlook, Eric. Or are you just looking for a package deal—you know—guaranteed sex for a while?"

I laughed. "I think you got me there. I'm a package deal kind of guy. Now, if she's interested in that type of thing, maybe we should talk. I'm certainly not against it, and you generally have great friends. I'm not a big condom guy, so make sure you ask about getting tested, so she can rest her mind about that aspect of things. It's all about relaxing and having fun."

"Sounds right. I'll look into it," Amy said. "You'll be a lucky man if she says yes."

"No doubt. Now, if you keep talking like this, I'm going to have to get an apron on."

Amy laughed her deep, rich laugh. She enjoyed teasing and having fun with people. "OK, I'll let you off the hook for a while. Let's get the chairs and everything off the deck."

We did that, chatting about other things. Amy didn't show any sign that we had been discussing intimate subjects just a few minutes before. She moved gracefully through her house, her blonde hair swishing between her shoulders. Many times, I had noticed her combination of tight body and curves in all the right places. With Lisa in the picture, I had been more discrete, but now I enjoyed having a friend so easy on the eyes. I fell silent while I admired her.

"What are you thinking?" Busted. Amy always seemed to pick up on what I was thinking, and she loved putting me on the spot. For someone who had a reputation as a great friend and all-around nice person, Amy kept me on my toes.

"I think it might fall into the category of too much information. What are you thinking?" I said, trying to turn the tables.

Amy gave me a long look with her piercing blue eyes. "I think it falls into the same category," she said. "Let's fold up these tablecloths."

We got the last one folded. I put it on top of the others. Neither of us had said a thing.

My eyes snapped back to her. She stood there, beautiful. "Yes?"

"I didn't give you the full story before, with my friend. Yes, we have discussed her interest in back door sex. But I wasn't asking for her when I talked to you."

Suddenly, a lightheaded feeling coursed through me. "Uh, you weren't?" I asked lamely.

She smiled, looking straight into my eyes. "No, Eric. Your story sounded pretty good, and I was really asking for myself. If you're interested, let me know."

Time stopped. I'm sure I looked stunned. Then my brain got back in gear. My heart was hammering.

"I'd love to!" I blurted out. I was still trying to comprehend what was going on, but some part of me knew to answer with enthusiasm. "I mean, whenever you would want to."

Amy laughed. "I'll take that for a yes, silly boy. So how should we get started?"

"With a hug and a kiss," I whispered, moving close to her. I took her in my arms. "Wow, Amy, you've left me speechless."

"You don't have to say anything," she whispered, catching my lips with hers.

When our lips connected, something clicked inside, and I realized how much Amy had attracted me all along. I wanted to be more than friends, much more. I could feel the same waves coming off of her. Our kiss heated up. Finally, we separated, both a little breathless.

"Amy, you kiss fantastic."

"Thank you. I figured you were a good kisser, too, and I was right," she said. "I think we'll work out together. Now, I like your idea about testing, even if it slows us down for a while. If we hurry today, we may still have time."

"Lead on, Lady," I said. "Do you know a place?"

"I think I've seen one, but I'm going to check online. Just a sec." Amy pulled out her phone, concentrating. After a minute or so, she made a call.

"We've got an hour before closing. Let's go—I'll drive."

My mind was still in a whirl while we drove down there. A lot had happened since I woke up this morning.

"Eric, thanks for doing this," Amy casually remarked as she drove.

"Amy, I don't think you need to thank me."

"Any guy is lucky just to be with me, huh?"

"Something like that."

Amy laughed. "So, you might be interested in dinner? Part of that 'getting to know each other' thing you were talking about?"

"I'd love to, Amy."

"Good. Let's plan on it. Maybe we can walk down along the river and then look for something."

"Good idea. We can walk up an appetite."

We found the clinic and parked. As Amy walked in, I noticed some of the subtle looks she was getting. Both men and women checked her out, and I saw the admiration in their faces. She had a girl-next-door look of shirt, skirt, and sandals, but they fit her curves just right. They looked at me, too, and I caught their faint smiles as they realized what we were doing together at the clinic.

We finished and drove over to the river. I took her hand as we started walking. She squeezed back, a smile on her face.

"Glad the testing part is over," Amy said a few minutes later. "But, Eric, I appreciate it. You're a great guy. It will be a long week."

"If we're creative, we might be able to work on getting a little closer without getting too intimate."

"What are you thinking?" she asked, turning to me.

"Let's see how the evening plays out," I replied, "and then we'll discuss it."

"A little mystery for me to think about?"

Amy gave me another of her looks, shaking her head and smiling to herself. We walked on, just enjoying being together. I was walking on a cloud.

"Remember when we'd bike with Lisa?" Amy said as she saw some bikes go by.

"Yeah, I miss that. You still interested?"

"I am. I try to stay in shape, and it's fun to do things together. I run with my friends, but I enjoy biking, hiking, and other things, too."

"Let's plan on it." I said.

"How about tomorrow?"

Amy squeezed my hand again. "So what type of food do you like?"

"As you mentioned in another context, I try to stay open-minded." That got a snort from Amy.

"Like to play with fire, huh?" she challenged.

"Can't help it."

Amy laughed again. "I guess I can't blame you. I like to play myself."

"Now to answer your question, I like anything prepared well. So if you have a favorite, let's do it."

"I'm the same. Why don't we stroll around, check the menus, and see what catches our eye?"

"Perfect. I'm having fun."

"Me, too, Eric." Amy squeezed my hand again.

We found a seafood place tucked around a corner with a nice outdoor area. I had been before and really liked it. We kicked back with a bottle of Chardonnay, talking about all kinds of things. I had always liked talking to Amy. She combined wit and humor with a playful, curious attitude.

"Excuse me, Eric. I'd like to wash up before the food comes."

"Of course." I got up and held her chair.

"Such a gentleman. Thank you."

Amy left her phone and purse on the table, so I didn't go with her. I took the chance to check out her ass while she sauntered away from the table. It was everything I remembered—rounded and tight. She suddenly turned her head, caught me looking, and smiled to herself before disappearing around the corner.

It was my turn to smile, thinking how Amy kept a wicked side carefully wrapped in her fresh, girl-next-door exterior.

I got cleaned up myself and then we enjoyed a great meal of seafood, wine, some salad, and crusty bread. We both ordered somewhat light, not wanting to slow ourselves down.

"Fantastic dinner, Amy. Thanks for asking."

"My pleasure," she replied. "Shall we head back?"

"I think that's a great idea," I answered, as my cock started to swell.

We walked hand-in-hand back to Amy's car and then drove back to our building, continuing to talk about all sorts of things. As we were getting close, Amy turned to me.

"I don't know exactly what you have in mind, Eric, but if it involves us being together, perhaps you'd like to grab your toothbrush and spend the night?"

"Great idea. I'd like that," I replied. I never liked having sex and then going to sleep alone. In a flash of insight, it suddenly hit me that Amy knew a lot about me. Lisa had liked the fact that I spent the night, and I'm sure she mentioned it to Amy. I wondered what else she had mentioned. I looked over at Amy as she seemed to study the road. It felt like she knew what I was thinking.

Amy parked and took my hand as we walked to my place together. Amy had a little smile on her face as she put me on the spot again. She had managed to invite herself in without any preparation from me.

"Nice try, but I've got my place decent. Didn't know if anyone would stop by afterward."

Amy looked up, all innocent. I laughed and got just the barest hint of a smile in return. She followed me into my place, pretending to stay close as she got to check out my drawers and cabinets. I grabbed a set of morning clothes and a few toiletries. When I went to the nightstand to get a bottle of massage oil, she briefly raised her eyebrows, but never said a word.

"I think I've got everything," I said as I moved to the door.

Amy took my hand again. "Sure?"

"I've got you, and that's the main thing," I replied.

"You say such the prettiest things," she said as she batted her eyes. "Let's go."

We walked over to her place and she let us in. Locking the door behind her, she leaned back against it, as if to say I've got you all to myself now.

"Why don't you put your things in the other bedroom," she directed. "Then we can talk about what you have in mind."

"Got you wondering?"

"Bedroom's around the corner, or don't you remember?"

I laughed and moved on. I heard Amy's sink running, so I took the opportunity to brush my teeth as well. When I walked out, she caught me in her arms. In the split second before we hugged close, I thought I caught a little more definition in her nipples.

"Yes—wondering," she said simply, looking up at me.

"OK. Well, we can definitely kiss and hold each other. That felt really good before. But the fact that we can't touch each other in certain places doesn't mean we can't have an orgasm at some point, does it?"

I watched her take that in. Her eyes got wide. "You are a wicked little boy, aren't you?" she whispered.

"Definitely. You'll have to admit that we will know each other a lot better afterward."

"I'll say. I haven't played with myself for very many people."

I wonder how many—Amy's definitely my type, I thought to myself. "After we kiss for a while, I was figuring we could move to your bed and I would give you a massage. When the time's right, you can touch yourself."

"While you get to watch everything."

"Yes. It's going to be totally hot," I replied.

"You think?" Amy shot back. "I get this. You're helping me share my secrets. Pretty clever."

I nodded. "Anything to help a friend."

"Right," Amy drawled. "Thanks for being so considerate."

"You are so welcome," I answered. "I may not last long when you return the favor."

"So I get to watch, too?"

"Amy, we will do everything together. Part of building trust is that you will be getting to know my body as well."

"All of it?"

"All of it."

"I can live with that. In fact, I like it a lot. OK, I'll go along with your little plan." Her eyes flashed. "You're a lucky guy, Eric. Just remember that."

I pulled her close. "I won't forget." I caught her lips again.

We stood close and shared the gift of kissing. When we took a breath, she took my hand and led me to the sofa, kicking her sandals off and pulling me down beside her. Her hands wandered along my legs and chest, so I moved mine a little further. I teased her for a long time before I finally cupped a breast. She was nearly pushing her chest into my hands.

"Ohhhhhhhh. Finally. You are a tease," she whispered.

I chuckled against her lips as I gently played with her chest. I liked what I felt under her shirt—I guessed a nice, full B-cup. Exactly what would fit the rest of her athletic build. Her nipples stood out and brushed against my hands as her breath got hot.

"Let's try that massage," she said, a little impatient.

"Perfect," I answered.

Amy got up and took my hand again. She led me into the other bedroom, grabbed the massage oil, and then led me into her room. She went to one side of the bed, and I helped her turn it down from the other side.

"A towel to lie on might help," I suggested.

"Good idea." Amy disappeared into her bathroom and came out with a bath towel. We arranged it on the bed, and then she moved to the end.

"Come here," she whispered, crooking a finger at me. We joined for another smoldering kiss, our hands wandering up and down each other's backs. As she heated up again, Amy moved her fingers to my front and started unbuttoning my shirt. She slid it off me and then raised her arms, inviting me to pull her top off. I slid it gently over her head, and then caught my breath.

"Wow, you are beautiful," I sighed. Her breasts stood firm, crowned with hard nipples just begging to be sucked.

Amy smiled. "Just wait for when I can really get you to myself. You are so lost, little boy."

I smiled back. "I can't wait."

"Now, are you just going to stand there with your tongue hanging out, or are you going to get my skirt off too?"

"As you wish, madam." I found her zipper and carefully worked it down, sliding her skirt down her legs and off. Standing back up, I took in her figure, wearing only a sheer pair of pink panties.

"Your turn," she said, undoing my belt and sliding the zipper carefully around my straining cock. "A little excited, huh?"

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Sexy Text Messages from My Wife - I was just coming home from work when my wife told me she was going to meet up with her best friend's boyfriend...alone. Knowing my wife's elusive history, I knew exactly what that meant.

Sitting on the bed watching her change into a tight black halter top and jeans that made her ass look plump and delicious, I begged her to tell me what she was planning but she decided to keep it all a mystery. Suddenly I felt a bulge in my pants. She looked incredible and I almost wanted to pounce on her right then. She gave me a kiss on her cheek, handed me my cell phone and told me to keep it near. She drove away, ready to entertain this man with the body I could hardly resist.

Within half an hour she texted me telling me "He's staring at my boobs. I can tell he wants me now." She had met him at his job and I could tell she was making him eager and ready for a fun night ahead. I texted her, thirsting for every minute detail. "We're heading back to his place now..." "He told me not to go into his room....Yea right..." And then, silence...

It was all quiet for about twenty minutes. I couldn't help myself but text her "What's going on??" Finally, I recieved a text "We're about to have sex..." I went straight into our bedroom and took out my cock, waiting impatiently for another text...

Silence... I desperately needed to know what was going on over there...I had such vivid pictures popping up in my brain as I began to stroke my hard cock.

Suddenly I was taken out of my imagination with the phone vibrating. It was my wife...I figured she had finished and was calling me to tell me how it was. As I answered the phone, I heard loud moaning and my wife's sweet, gasping voice....I put the phone to my ear and stroked my cock as I listened to this black man give my wife his huge cock.

"Oh my God, yes! You're so fucking big, baby..." She whimpered. I heard bed springs and something pounding fast and hard.

"Fuck me, c'mon....fuck me hard..." She demanded to him. I heard him moan loudly as the phone dropped on the floor.

"Damn, girl...You're gonna get hurt, c'mon...Yea." I heard him groan into her. I heard two beeps on the phone and brought it down from my ear. Somehow, my sneaky wife had found a way to send me pictures without him knowing...

They were very blurry and I could barely tell what they were, but they were incredible nonetheless. I stroked harder and harder as I heard more pounding...

"Baby, yea...Girl I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum right on you...."

"Then cum, baby. Fuck me and cum right on my titties....They're waiting for you..." She called out, knowing I was hanging on every word. Silence....I wasn't sure if the phone had died, so I tried to listen closer...Quietly, almost as if I were imagining things, I heard my wife gasp for air...

"Yea...." She whispered, between breaths. That was the straw that broke the camels back as I came all over my hands.

"How was that, baby?" He asked her, catching his breathe.

"Amazing...." She moaned as I could almost feel her squeezing her pussy around his cock. I heard slight movement in the backround and then suddenly his voice broke through...

"Hey....I think...your phone is on..."

With that, I heard nothing. I checked my phone. It read "End Call."

I couldn't believe that I had just heard my wife have the sweetest pleasure a man could give her. I couldn't wait till she got home so I could sink my cock into her already been used pussy. I was so ready to taste their love.

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Ashley sat at her computer and opened her other e-mail account. She answered the usual barrage of questions meant to test her identity. It was a hassle but it kept hackers from getting her clients' personal information. Most days, it would be a waste of time, nothing more than an empty inbox. Today, she had a single new request.

This particular client was looking for something very unusual -- he wanted a girl who would be perfectly immobile, almost statue-like, no matter what was done to her. Ashley considered this with a smirk. The date requested was a week away. Plenty of time for her to learn to perform to her usual high standards. It was intriguing enough. With a shrug, she clicked on the accept box and copied down the instructions before logging out.

Over the next seven days, she practiced holding various sexual poses as long as she could with absolutely no movement. Poses with her arms and legs stretched to their limits, holding them as long as she could without letting them drop. She did all of these naked, wanting to know if any of the positions would cause her certain troubles on the day itself.

Her training didn't just consist of positions. Since she wouldn't be able to move, her client would most likely try to face-fuck her. Using a variety of dildos, she pushed her gag reflex as far as it would go. It wasn't easy, and she wasn't able to take all of them without choking and sputtering. Hopefully, her client wasn't that large.

The final thing she practiced was cumming while remaining completely still (or as close as was possible) and completely silent. This was the easiest part. She was usually a quiet cummer anyways; well, unless her client wished otherwise. Learning to keep her hips from bucking was a bit trickier but she managed to get it down. Odds were that her client wouldn't be worried about her pleasure anyways.

The day came quickly. Her instructions were to go to a hotel downtown and ask for a room with a particular name. Everything went smoothly, the attractive desk girl handing over the key easily. Ashley headed up to the room and went inside. It was empty, as it was supposed to be.

She stripped all of her clothes off and tucked them into the large handbag she had brought. Nothing she brought was to be in sight so she tucked it behind a bedside table. The final instruction was to stand in the middle of the room, arms by her sides and legs spread slightly apart. She got into position just in time, locking her limbs and facial features as the door opened.

An average looking man stepped into Ashley's vision, a smirk on his face. He went to the desk in the corner and scribbled something on a piece of paper. This piece of paper was held in front of her eyes and had a single word on it: mango. She understood. It was a safe word if she needed to stop for any reason. She couldn't actually acknowledge that she saw it but the client knew she did.

He crumpled the paper and tossed it away, looking over her body with a greedy look. The man slid in and out of her vision, walking all the way around her immobile form. She wasn't ashamed to admit that this was actually turning her on, not making a single move to cover herself. Her body was well taken care of and deserved to be ogled.

The client stopped in front of Ashley and started to pull of his clothes. Quite quickly, she noticed with a small amount of amusement. His smallish cock sprang from his boxers, aching to finally realize a fantasy it desired. It throbbed visually, twitching to and fro as he seemed to consider what he wanted to do to her first.

He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed down gently. Ashley let the man do the work in posing her, selling the illusion as best she could. He got her on her knees, hands down in her lap and mouth open. She was a little disappointed that he started with something so tame.

His cock pushed its way into her mouth, paired with a low moan. He was very cautious at first, watching her face as he went inch after inch. She suppressed a smile at his surprise at being able to fit the whole thing inside with no reaction. The surprise quickly turned to passion as he pumped his cock in and out of her gaping orifice.

Ashley held her head as straight as she could, rocking back and forth gently with each stroke. She kept her breathing calm through her nose, making sure not to panic and choke. It was a little uncomfortable but it didn't take him long. With a loud cry, he spent himself down her throat, pumping several times until every last drop was out.

The man didn't pull out until his cock had gone completely limp, every last drop of his cum drizzling out and coating the inside of her throat and mouth. When he did finally pull out, he walked away out of her cone of vision. She heard the bathroom door shut and a stream of urine start. Quickly, she swallowed several times to clear out her mouth and resumed her position.

If he noticed her slight movement, it didn't bother him. Ashley was grabbed gently on the arms and pulled over to the bed. He placed her onto her back, propping her head up on pillows so she could look down the length of her nude form. Her legs were pulled spread enough that her pussy was clearly in view.

Her client had gotten his earlier arousal out of the way and now took more time looking at her body. His hands seem to touch every part of her body, lingering on her breasts and thighs before moving down to her pussy. She suppressed a pleasurable shiver; his face was so close to her pussy now that his warm breath could be felt.

She hadn't expected what came next. The man started to lick her pussy, attacking the task with a vigor that very nearly caused her to cry out. An urge to thrust her hips and moan rose quickly, an urge that she barely managed to quell.

It had never occurred to her that he would bother to try and pleasure her. His fantasy was very much self-focused, not concerned with his partner at all. When she saw him smirk up at her unmoving gaze, she instantly understood. This was a game to him. He wanted to see if he could get her to fail.

He very nearly succeeded. The man was very skilled with his tongue and seemed to know the perfect places to linger just a second longer for maximum pleasure. Before too long, Ashley would have put her earlier practice to the ultimate test.

It never got that far. The man pulled away with a large grin. "Not yet," he said quietly. They were the only words he spoke the whole evening.

Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She felt warm all over and had to concentrate on her breathing to keep it calm and hidden. This was more arousing than she had expected. There was something about letting this man have whatever way he wanted with her. If he kept trying to make her orgasm, success would probably be guaranteed.

Maybe it wouldn't come to that. She could see that his cock was already hard again as he stood up. His arousal was raging violently. His orgasm was certainly more important than hers.

He grabbed at her again, more roughly this time. Quickly, she was made to stand in front of him. Reaching down, he grabbed her right leg and rotated her until it was pointing straight up. She had practiced this pose; otherwise, this might have gone very differently. He pulled one of her arms down to the floor to brace herself in this awkward position.

She felt his cock slide into her pussy, not at all slowly. Biting the inside of her cheek managed to keep her moan from escaping. The cock began to pump in and out of her, each stroke excruciatingly slow. This time, he wanted it to last.

Ashley was on fire all over. She had never been fucked in this position and it seemed to hit all the best spots in her dripping pussy. The pleasurable tremors shot up and down her leg, threatening to make it go limp and drop them both to the carpet. She willed her leg to stay locked with every ounce of strength she had.

Thankfully, this position was brief. It must not have been as good for him. Her leg was pulled down and she nearly sighed with the relief it brought. Her client forced her back onto the bed but onto her hands and knees this time, doggy style. He slid into her just as forcefully but it was much easier to remain quiet like this. Her breasts swayed back and forth painfully but she could endure the discomfort.

The man's strokes began to quicken, his breathing becoming ragged. Just when Ashley thought he was going to burst, her pussy was suddenly empty. She was turned over onto her back again and her legs spread as far apart as they would go, almost sticking out in a straight line horizontally.

Her head fell onto its side. She couldn't turn to look at him without moving. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to the end of the bed. Again, his cock slammed into her without a second's warning, his balls slapping loudly against her body. He pounded her vigorously for a minute before again pausing. She could feel his cock trembling inside her, aching for release.

Ashley felt the man lean over and turn her head, allowing them to meet eye to eye. He kept his gaze locked on hers as he continued to pump, a hungry look in his eyes. Her whole body begged for release, begged for some kind of movement, but she kept herself still. She would not be broken.

Finally, her client couldn't take it anymore. He pumped three more times quickly and the fourth time, he slammed his cock home with a deep moan. She felt the insides of her pussy splattered with his cum, hot and sticky and delightful. It wouldn't have been enough to make her cum if the man hadn't also reached out and rubbed her clit at the same time.

The orgasm was welcome but she fought back as best she could. Her arms and legs wanted to move, her hips wanted to buck, her mouth wanted to open in cry of passion. Every second she lay immobile, it just seemed to build higher and higher. Somehow, she managed to remain still, every ounce of her will begging her body to remain motionless.

The man watched all of this with a mix of amusement and anticipation. She knew that he wanted her to fail at her task. It was all she could do to not stick out her tongue at him in defiance when her orgasm finally subsided. She shivered slightly but it couldn't be helped.

With a sigh, the man pulled himself out of her pussy with a quiet squelch. His cock was covered in a mix of both of their juices. Ashley watched him check the time and groan. He must have had somewhere to be. Her client grabbed his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, she heard the shower start.

Her contract was done but she didn't move yet. It was a matter of pride. She knew that if the man came out to see her gone, he would feel that he won. No, she would stay right here, unmoving, until he left entirely.

The juices inside her pussy started to drip out and puddle between her legs. Having nothing better to do, she thought about how good it had felt being fucked while being perfectly immobile. Remaining this way didn't help; she could feel her arousal rising again when thinking about her immobility. It burned even hotter than before and she ached to reach down and answer the call.

She remained that way for ten agonizing minutes while her client took a shower. The door opened quickly, hoping to catch her in the act. The man looked disappointed; she hadn't moved a muscle. He dawdled as long as he could but he never got want he wanted. Finally, thankfully, he left the hotel room.

Ashley waited as long as she could past that, wanting to make sure he didn't double back. Her limbs began to scream in agony, aching to switch positions. The fire between her legs begged to be squelched. Sweat began to drip into her eyes, burning and itching.

She couldn't wait any longer. Her right hand darted down to her pussy and drove three fingers deep inside, pumping in and out. Her left hand went to her clit and diddled it furiously. Barely thirty seconds passed before she had the best orgasm of her life. She screamed loudly, not caring who heard. Her body flopped and flailed, every twitch bringing the fresh pain of muscles being used after a period of disuse.

When it was over, Ashley lay there trembling. It felt like every ounce of energy had left her body. She hadn't expected this job to be just as pleasurable to her as it was to her client. Maybe she would have to break the rules a little and get his name again. The thought brought a smile to her face. As long as it wasn't anytime soon!

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tagFirst TimeLittle Miss No-Bod

Little Miss No-Bod

Written: 10/15/05 -

Revised: 7/22/06

(M/F, Consensual Sex, First Time Together.)

I went to an amusement park where I met a girl who had absolutely no breasts and no hips. And, boy, did she compensate! She gave me the ride of my life!

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Chapter 1. The carnival

I saw her at a carnival, actually it was the carnival associated with the county fair. Being a photographer, I have seen some beautiful women, but this woman's features were strikingly beautiful! She looked young, fresh and innocent. Her face was instantly pretty and pert. And then it grew on you! She was slender and delicately boned. Her eyes were like sparkling green jewels. Her hair was blond and cascaded in waves down her back. She was not tall, maybe 5 ft 1 or 2 inches, but she appeared long legged and rail thin, with almost no body to speak of. Her shoulders were bare as she wore a stretch tube top around her midsection and upper torso covering what breasts she had. The elastic top was snug and she was so flat it made her appear almost boyish. A mid-calf-length skirt that had very little flare for the hips completed her ensemble.

It was early in the day and we both had arrived before the rides had started. She was leaning over the fence looking at a children's ride that imitated flying elephants with large ears, like Dumbo. She appeared almost waif-like with green Bambi eyes wide in a pale white face crowned with long, luxurious, rebellious waves of hair and a single ruby red earring in one ear.

Her tube top was tangerine in color and she wore no bra. Hell, her bust was so small she probably didn't even know what a bra was for!

I moved beside her leaning against the fence and greeted her with a cheerful "Hi!" and she responded in kind. She flashed me a smile out of the side of her all green eyes, displaying perfect white teeth. With her blond hair and alabaster complexion, the effect was electrifying! I felt the current run along my spine and hoped I hadn't whimpered out loud as her beauty was enhanced by her perfect angelic smile. I looked down at the stunning beauty I was towering over. Her lips were so full and her smile so wide, I wanted to use that mouth right then and there. And I didn't have talking in mind!

But her superlative charm lay in her eyes and the twinkle there and I wondered if it was her own natural twinkle or if it was something that I had inspired in her. It had to be her personality shining through rather than any attributes of mine. I'm good looking, but not *that* good looking! Besides, I had to be at least twice her age. Still, there are lots of nymphs around with 'father complexes', and who was I to interfere with a young girl's favorite complex?

Still, I had the feeling that she could look at a man with at least two different kinds of natures, one sweet, wistful, appealing, innocent, and virginal, and the other: a seductive dancing devil. The flash in her eyes made me feel that she was an unconscious and instinctive flirt. Briefly, I fantasized, that she was an insatiably greedy little soul who lived on love and had never yet returned it.

Those eyes! So sweet. So strange. So beautiful . . . . .

"Are you waiting for the rides to begin?" I asked.

"No. Actually, I'm waiting for a friend," she responded, looking at the ride. The ride was obviously for children, not a young lady of her age. (I noticed that she used a gender-neutral reference to her 'friend'. She might be waiting for someone, but she hadn't said it was a boyfriend!)

We exchanged pleasantries and I told her I was a photographer and asked if she was a model. She said she had never modeled before but sounded intrigued.

I asked her if she would be interested in modeling for me, and she was pleased with the invitation, but initially declined because she was too small. I assured her that she wasn't that short, and that there was always a market for shorter models, but she corrected my misunderstanding of her words. She wasn't referring to her height but rather her bust size. Again, I reassured her, that there was always a market for different body types, and if her test shoot went well, her wardrobe could always be carefully selected to complement her attributes.

I offered her a ride to my nearby studio and she decided that maybe her friend wasn't coming since it was so late.

Chapter 2. My Studio

Trustingly, she climbed into my car and we arrived at my studio in a few minutes. I asked her to sign a general release form and asked for her driver's license, which I photocopied. A cursory glance indicated that the Driver's License appeared legitimate and it confirmed that she was 21 years old: definitely legal age. And drinking age! (With a start, I realized I should have checked her age *before* she got in my car. A man can't be too careful these days!)

I offered her a glass of wine and we discussed different modeling jobs that she might qualify for. Although she seemed to listen to what I said, she chattered quite a bit in response. The wine seemed to hit her quickly and soon, she was letting her head roll on my shoulder. Somewhat fascinated at her physique, I wondered how big her breasts actually were since they were held tightly in place by the stretch top she was wearing.

I mentioned this to her and she looked at me with slightly foggy eyes and asked, "Do you want to see my titties?"

Without waiting for an answer, she hooked her thumbs inside her elastic tank top and peeled it down almost to her waist. I was astonished at her total and absolute lack of mammary endowments! She hadn't even begun to bloom with no bust to speak off, let alone reach that coltish stage of her development. Not even an 'A' cup! She didn't even qualify for a training bra! A 10-year-old girl would give her a run for her money! Suddenly emboldened, probably by the wine, she stood and slid down her skirt, stepping out of it and peeled off the top completely. She blushed slightly, standing before me and nervously clasped her hands before her, partially concealing her panties.

Since she had gone this far on her own initiative, I encouraged her by nodding and gesturing for her to continue. Dropping her eyes, she slid her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She appeared clean shaved, had underdeveloped hips and long, almost bony legs in addition to her flat chest. I was suddenly filled with fear that I might have a precocious, underage nymphet on my hands. And I have always considered the laws against pedophilia as excessively severe. Still, I had a copy of her identification certifying her as legal age. Maybe she was a late bloomer and hadn't developed yet. But being this late in her development was unusual in America girl in the 21st century! As I looked closer, I observed a stubble covering her pubic area: She was *not* a natural blond. And she *had* pubic hair!

Her chattering continued as her clothes came off, I began to recognize a pattern: everything she did, her clothes, her actions, even her smile, were intended to make her look willowy, not thin. Her big smile was supposed to make her look spirited, rather than self-conscious. She wanted to appear lighthearted and fun.

I asked if I could take some pictures and she nodded shyly. Grabbing my camera, I snapped off a few pictures. Then had her sit in a chair for some shots, before asking her to recline on an ottoman. She chattered all the time as I moved around her snapping pictures and she suddenly sat up, covering her nipples with her hands.

"I'm self conscious being naked while you're dressed!" She stated frankly.

I asked if she would be more comfortable if I took off my clothes and she nodded. So I put down the camera and stripped. Once we were both naked, she gazed at my erection and commented, "It looks like someone's glad to see me!" She took hold of my knee and lay back down on the ottoman. Lying on her back, naked, she pulled me closer to her until I was standing with my penis hovering almost directly over her face.

Chapter 3. One way to stop her chatter

"I really was waiting for my friend," she insisted. She reached up with her hand and pulled my very erect member to the side so she could continue talking, turning her head to the side to give me a purposefully sideward glance and again flashing that fabulous smile out of the side of her green eyes. "Maybe I was supposed to meet my friend *tomorrow* instead of *today*."

Her constant chattering was getting on my nerves, and I used my hand to redirect my penis toward her mouth. And she pushed it to the other side, her chattering continuing. Once again, I redirected my penis toward her mouth, this time brushing her flapping lips.

"Oh, all right!" she pouted, and almost immediately engulfed my entire penis in her mouth. She devoured me so rapidly, it almost took my breath away as I simultaneously felt two waves of pleasure: 1) the chattering stopped, and, 2) a wonderful warmth surrounded my member as she began sucking me with a vengeance! I had no idea of her background, but someone in her past had taken the time to teach her how to deep-throat a man and *I* was reaping the benefits of his instruction! Once her mouth was filled and she had turned on the Hoover, nothing else seemed to matter! She was fantastic!

I let my hands slide down to her virtually non-existent breasts and caress them. I grasped her tiny nipples and began pulling them, and heard her moan of approval as she increased the suction on me! She pulled me until I was standing just above her head and she held a knee in each hand.

In almost no time at all, she had me approaching a climax and I had to put my hands on the sides of her head, trying to pull her away from me. Her dreamy eyes opened as she stared at me accusingly as I tried to pull back, but she still had hold of my legs and she wouldn't let go!

I tried to explain. "Darling, you have more talent in your tongue than a hundred girls, . . ." I watched a look of satisfaction cross her face as I continued, "but I want more than just your mouth."

The suction increased, if that was possible and there was simply no way I could control myself as I came in her mouth, spurting forth like a pulsing garden hose. She paced her gulps to match my spurts, also contracting her throat muscles around me with each spurt! It was an orgasm to end all orgasms!

<<<Editor: If it is necessary to break the story into smaller pieces, this is a good place for such a break>>>

Collapsing beside her on the ottoman, there was barely enough room for the two of us. While I was gasping for breath, she was busy swallowing and running her tongue around her mouth, so she could swallow again.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, and swallowed once more. "It must have been a long time since you've had sex! All that cum! I can't believe it! You really need to have sex more often! You know it's not healthy for a man not to have sex a lot . . . ." Her babbling had begun again!

As soon as I had recovered enough, I got up on wobbly knees and led her by the hand to the day bed by the wall. Coyly, she followed my lead, reclining on the day bed while I took my place beside her. But her motor mouth never even paused for a break. I lay beside her, putting one arm around her, my other hand caressing . . . no! It was *searching* for her virtually non-existent breast!

There *was* a breast there! Her areola was about the size of a nickel with a nipple like a pencil eraser. And beneath her flesh, there was a small pancake-shaped swelling, possibly twice the size of a silver dollar.

Chapter 4. The score

Of course, still babbling on, she returned the favor by taking my limp penis in her delicate hand, pulling on it and squeezing it until it began to rise again!

Quickly, I rolled on a condom. I was concerned by the narrowness of her hips and still wondered if she would be able to accommodate me. She was so small, I wasn't sure if she could take me. And I didn't know if she was ready for me. But I had met physically small girls before who were perfectly capable of handling my physical endowments. Leaning over her, I ran my tongue up the length of her slit. And, indeed, she began pushing me away from her.

I was disappointed, but didn't want to force my unwelcome attentions on any woman, so I yielded to her hands. It was only then that I realized she was not pushing me *away* from her, but *downward*! And once I was below her knees, she lifted her leg over my shoulder so, lying flat on her back, she had me between her thighs. She sat up enough to grab my shoulders and pull me over her. Her smile told me that I was correctly positioned and I thrust forward finding her and sure enough, I entered her with little resistance. She was wet, ready and willing! And obviously, she was experienced! She gasped and she thrust her hips upward to meet me, wrapping her legs around my hips as I sank into her fully. Again, It became obvious to me that although she had no body to speak of, no breasts, and hips barely larger than her waist, an expert had obviously trained her! Evenso, she was pleasantly snug, gripping me with each thrust!

Her hip movement matched mine and she grunted satisfaction as I plumbed her depths her arms around my neck as I moved slowly in and out of her with deliberate strokes. I would pause when I was almost out of her and she would arch into me, pulling me back to her, trying to swallow me within her, her Kegels grabbing me when I reached maximum depth. Thankfully, the fucking was sufficient and the only sounds she made were grunts of satisfaction: her chattering momentarily stilled. She closed her eyes, apparently concentrating on what she was feeling, grunting and gasping occasionally as my tool plunged into her love channel. Her hips were thrashing to meet my thrusts, and she seemed to like what I was doing! Slowly, a big smile crossed her face and with her eyes still closed, and she bit her lower lip. Soon, she began crying out in time with each thrust until she spasmed around my member, clutching me closer to her and wildly thrusting her hips into mine. I came with her and we shared a glorious climax together.

Rolling to the side, I disposed of the used condom. As soon as her breathing began to return to normal, she began chattering again!

"So, how was it? Am I any good?" Once more, I found her clit and began caressing. "Uhhh . . . was it as good for you as it was for me? Ohhhhh. . . ."

"That was awesome," I gasped. Was there no way to stop this woman's mouth other than shoving a cock in it?

She grunted, and put her hand over mine. "I'm still too sensitive for you to touch me there," she whispered and pushed my hand downward. "Find my g-spot!" And she actually led my finger to her entrance and encouraged it inside of her. Her 'moan-zone' was easy to find, right where it should be and thick enough to be obvious. Dimly I wondered if a woman's g-spot grew the more it was stimulated.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she sighed, rolling her head back, closing her eyes and smiling broadly. "I'll give you 24 hours to stop that! Uhhhhhh!" And I felt her tighten around me and spasm. She rolled her hips, and I picked up on her hint and began massaging that resilient, spongy gland behind her pubic bone. Not only was she hot, she was multi-orgasmic as well!

Like a magnet, her hand returned to my soggy, limp member, once again trying to coax it to erection.

When I didn't respond immediately, she began caressing my member and flashed that side-of-the-eye smile at me again. "It looks like we have a little problem here!" and she giggled at her own joke. "I can blow you to get you up if you want," she offered.

Already a little sore, I declined, but her touch was magic, and quicker than I imagined, I was once more 'rising to the occasion'. I wasn't sure I was up to another tryst, so I was hesitant to start anything, yet. When I didn't respond to her efforts to pull me on top of her, without missing a beat, she moved over me, straddling me, guiding my member toward pay dirt!

I don't know where she got the condom from, but suddenly she was leaning over me rolling it into place. Incongruously, I noticed that when she was leaning over me, gravity pulled her breasts so there was a small but noticeable mammary visible. Scarcely enough to mention, but enough to reach up and caress with my fingers.

Once more, I was concerned by the narrowness of her hips and wondered if she would be able to take me. But wet as she was, she had no problem. Without effort, she slid down on top of my penis in one shot giving a husky sob and began bobbing her little buttocks up and down fiercely driving me deeply into her. She might be a woman with virtually no body, but boy! was she compensating! She was a wild woman! Insatiable! A virtual fucking machine that wouldn't stop! Again, It became obvious to me that although she had no body to speak of, no breasts, and hips barely larger than her waist, she had obviously been broken in by an expert, a true connoisseur of the female body! And she had been properly trained to use her Kegel exercises, keeping her as tight and snug as anyone could wish.

It took me longer this time than it had before, but she pumped up and down on me with ragged determination. "Ohhhh . . . . It's so good . . . . Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Uhhnnnnn . . . ."

She settled down on my pelvis, rolled her head back, pressed her little tittie into my hand and came again, spasming around my erect but inactive penis.

I *wanted* to cum! Oh, how I *wanted* to cum! But it simply took longer for my body to cooperate!

She rode out her orgasm, moaning and spasming, and as it began to pass, once more she began riding me, her narrow hips rocking slowly, then resumed the up and down motion like a cylinder moving over a stationary piston.

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