Adventures in hypnosis


Their tenth anniversary had just passed, he had just climbed off her. They both rolled over and tried to sleep. John’s thoughts disturbed him, he’d known when they married she wasn’t the most adventurous in their sex lives but always hoped she would change over time. Monica on her part was wondering what she was doing. She knew he wanted her to be more adventurous but he hadn’t pressed when they’d first married, especially as what she’d done with her fingers and tongue had kept him more than happy, but now he seemed bored of her. That night their sleep was disturbed and restless.

A few days later a rare evening out with friends, to go to of all things a ‘Variety Hall Show’. It had turned out to be fun and a few drinks had helped. The second half of the show after the interval was where life began to change. A stage hypnotist of all things, who got people on stage eating onions thinking they were apples, pretending to be making a cake, swimming, playing tennis, all modest stuff but funny. It was after the show in a pub where a new dawn would break.

As they chatted their friend’s wife confessed that being hypnotised was one of her fantasies. Monica declared she could never be hypnotised. A few more drinks and a drunken challenge was laid down.

“Go on John,” their friends husband teased, ”You like a challenge! Hypnotise us all! See if there’s a night school class in that!”

And so it began as a drunken silly remark but it struck a chord, all the more as Monica slurred how it may be the only way she’d do any of the things he had always wanted. Morning came and no further mention was made of it but John began looking at the many websites talking about hypnotism. As he looked an ad jumped out at him, ‘SEX LIFE DRIED UP!’ He read on it was advertising an online course teaching hypnotism, not very expensive and completed in a month. It didn’t take him long to get out his credit card.Two months later and John had been developing a plan to use his new skills.

They had been out for a nice meal with good friends Becky and Rob, who they went to the Variety Show with. In the pub afterwards they chatted more.

“I love the new outfit Monica!”said Becky, “It’s very bold and brave. Rob would love me to dress like that!”

John grinned quietly to himself. He had been secretly planting suggestions as Monica slept and his skills in this and hypnotising her where improving. Over the last month or so she had started buying sexier and shorter outfits, her lingerie collection had been transformed, stockings where now commonly worn with short skirts and low blouses which revealed her ample bust. She’d even purchased and now wore high heels on a regular basis. Make up was also now regular thing. It was funny how quickly she had changed. His initial suggestion to dress sexier had produced limited change so he had resorted to suggesting that she asked him to show her what he thought was sexy on laptop. A simple approach but he had been surprised when a few nights later she had asked him and thrilled with the response. John had been so excited that she was now dressing in a desirable way, at work she was still modest but when she went out anywhere he was proud and thrilled by the look she got. He had even got her to buy a few new bikinis. John had got hugely turned on at their local spa as guys stared at her minuscule tight bikini which bit deeply into her, revealing a very alluring camel toe. However, he loved the looser bikini which as she moved would reveal a nipple or better still was loose in the crotch. When she walked around the hot tub or pool which that day she decided she wanted to do, it would reveal tantalising peeks of her newly shaved pussy. Needless to say they had begun to fuck on a daily basis! Any trip out, whether it be a walk, run, shopping trip or a drink she would always look her best and wear a short tight revealing outfit often with heels, and stockings where possible.

Both Rob and Becky had not been able to keep their eyes off Monica’s outfit. A tight clinging plunging red dress which revealed a lacy black bra and gave a clear outline of her matching thong. Her dress kept riding up showing off the tops her sheer black holdups. She walked confidently in her three inch heels, her nails and lips painted a lurid red. Everything about her that night radiated sex. Wherever she went eyes followed and John adored this attention.

As they chatted Monica confessed she recently decided a new image was in order and she had opted for a style aimed to bring her and John closer. John marvelled at how accurately she had quoted him! His initial plan to get her to dress more like a slut was in his eyes in an unparalleled success, now the question of what next loomed!

It was time to try the next stage of his conditioning of Monica. A simple strategy he was working on was using a ringtone as a command trigger, a quick trip the loo gave him time to change his phone to the necessary ringtone and a practise of triggering the ring self mode on his phone. Then heart pumping he returned to their table.

The moment of truth, he pressed his phone in his pocket. It rang!

“Come to the bar sweetheart and lets get another round in..”

He stood and walked to the bar where to his delight Monica joined him. Now to try something to really test this he mused. Ring! went the phone.

“Go to the loo and take your panties off sweetheart,” he purred, “Bring them back for me let them dangle in your hand. Do not take the off in a cubicle do it by the sinks and if someone is there makes sure they see, so you may have to wait for them to get out of a cubicle.”

John didn’t really expect it to work and was amazed when Monica turned on her heels and went towards the loo. His hands began to sweat and time dragged as he waited for her return, the bar was not full but busy and several sets of eyes of all ages and sexes had followed her shapely curves. Seconds became minutes which lengthened until Monica finally emerged, shortly followed by a wide eyed grinning middle aged lady. Hanging from her right hand drawing in several sets of eyes from smiling men and women was her black thong. He kissed her deeply as he stuffed them into his pocket but he couldn’t resist squeezing her ass and slightly lifting her dress. Ring!

“Leave your dress and lets sit down with Becky and Rob.”

John caught himself staring at his wife’s beautiful firm thighs and ass as she walked back to the table ahead of him. His plan to show off her stocking tops and legs had worked a little too well. The dress now exposed the soft crescents of her cute ass. A scan of the room made his heart and cock swell with pride and lust. Eyes, smiles, nudges, whispers and a few tuts, but all the attention was on his wife and her figure. Becky almost choked as Monica walked past her to her seat.

Before she could think she blurted out, “Monica your dress, let me fix it!”

Becky reached forward to pull the hem back down to a more modest level but had become aware of a reddening in her own skin. She could feel Rob’s eyes glowing at her and Monica. Her friend’s legs where beautiful, sexual, teasing and intoxicating. She wanted to touch them and her bottom, which she was sure was now pantieless. Drink got the better of her. She pushed her hands forward in a prayer position, fingers extended. She hoped it would look natural, but she yearned to touch her friend. The backs of her fingers slid between her friends thighs, a brief tantalising hugely erotic contact, as her thumbs made contact with the hem. She slid her hands back and down rotating her fingers upwards. Becky blushed and stifled a gasp as her fingertips brushed a bare, clearly pantieless and unmistakeably wet slit. She pulled the hem down and sat back shaking with excitement.

Monica sat demurely, unfazed and unruffled by the whole episode.

“Thank you,” she purred at Becky.

John was stunned, he knew he had planted ideas, suggestions of ways to act, responses to give if things happened but these had been pure fantasy on his behalf. Never had he actually expected that they would ever be put into action.

The evening carried on, John couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on. Monica smiled and continued to chat as if nothing had happened. Becky and Rob went to the bar to get more drinks. Ring! Monica had suddenly decided that she was getting turned on, she had an overriding urge to show her pussy to anyone looking. She found that her chair had a handy strut which if she put her foot on it and let her knees part, she could feel her wettening pussy expose itself to the air and from reactions, other people! She had developed a strange itch too and kept rubbing her inner thighs just above her stocking tops, oh and next time Becky went to the loo, she was going to follow and flirt with her. These new strange ideas swam in her head, they excited her and drove her desires. When she raised her foot, huge waves of satisfaction radiated through her but oddly they fanned her thoughts about Becky. The more often she saw someone glance at her legs, and the more often she moved her legs to expose a wettening and now oozing pussy, the more it fanned her desires which soon became all consuming. She craved to orgasm and yet all she could think was only Becky could give her that release. She longed to tell the world she was pantieless! If only someone would ask!

Becky and Rob returned from the bar. To Monica’ delight they sat away from the table but facing her. Since John was sat by her side she thought he needed some attention too, so hooked her leg over his, a thrill engulfed her and a quiver as she felt her dress hem open and raise. She could feel more air on her dripping pussy. The look in Rob and Becky’s eyes thrilled and pleased her. She felt a glow of excitement and contentment, a hunger was being filled but revealed a deeper need. She was sure her thighs were moist and wondered if her dress was wet where she was sat on it. She could feel her clit pound as the blood made it stiff and extend. Her pussy lips seemed afire, each look from anyone one caused a shudder of pleasure, and she felt her lips part. She was in heaven but a hellish need had to be fed. Chat, a blatant flirting among all of them continued a pace. John, Rob and Becky praised and congratulated Monica on her boldness and style, trying to egg her on but only John knew the rules. Eventually drink caught up with John who made his excuses and left for the loo, where Rob caught him up.

“Bloody hell mate! What’s got into Monica, you sly old dog!” exclaimed Rob.

John tried to keep a straight face, but his grin gave him away.

“What did you do?” Rob queried, his voice trailing off in thought.

“Behave! It’s all her own choice. I may have made a few suggestions though.” John teased.

“You actually did it, didn’t you? You took that course and it worked.” Rob exclaimed in surprise.

John made no reply but washed his hands calmly and returned to the table where Monica sat, still with her legs spread. She had now had kicked off a shoe and had one foot on her chair so Becky had an even better view of her friend’s pussy. They were chatting earnestly.

John looked at his watch it was getting late and their taxi was due soon, he was disappointed Becky hadn’t been to the loo but was desperate to get Monica home and fuck her. The whole objective of the night had been to prove to himself that he could hypnotise Monica, he felt that had definitely been proved but the challenge was to hypnotise all three of them. Becky checked her watch then mentioned to Rob that she would never last the journey home before staggering off to the loo. Monica stood up to follow Becky and John’s heart leapt. Monica walked quickly catching Becky as she entered the loos. Her mind was swirling with lust, all evening her pussy had been getting wetter and wetter, all she could think was about Becky pushing her from the edge of an orgasm and actually having one, which she craved in a way she had never done before.

She stared intently at Becky,”Thanks so much for helping my dress, I really liked that..”

Becky flushed, did he friend really just make a pass?

“You would do the same for me,” she nervously squeaked.

“Yes, gladly! Now seems a good time!” Monica purred, lust written over her face, as she moved towards Becky.

Becky was momentarily confused how could her calf length dress need adjusting, and then she twigged. Monica hadn’t just meant about the hem it was also what her finger ends had done. She flustered and stepped back, flirting was one thing but Monica was too forward.

“Stop!” she bleated.

Crestfallen Monica complied and stepped back, her ass perching on the edge of the sinks. Becky fought to control her own thoughts and the situation. She wanted to flirt but not get carried away.

“Did you really take your panties off on your last trip here?” Becky gulped out.

“Yes, I don’t know why, but I found people staring at me a huge turn on!” Monica confessed, “and well what you did felt so nice.”

A silence swept through the room. Monica was desperate for her pass to be reciprocated but not sure what to do. Becky wondered what had got into her friend but also loved staring at her friend’s pussy and when she had touched it she had felt electric. Time passed, seconds felt more like hours. Monica was breathing so heavily as her loins burned.

“You seemed to enjoy looking at me when I was sat facing you, and I loved you watching…” Monica breathlessly exclaimed.

Again more silence but the intensity had deepened as they stared into each others eyes. It was now or never Monica feared. She turned round, pulled the hem of her dress up and bent forward over the sink spreading her feet and pushing her ass up.

“Please take a closer look..” a pause, “Touch me”..she pleaded.

Monica had been surprising herself by her ever increasingly, ever naughtier episodes of wanton behaviour. She had also been thrilling herself with them and gaining huge waves of satisfaction every time she engaged in an episode. Her need to orgasm and belief that only Becky could do this for her had driven her into a desperate frenzy. As she stood, her ass pushed high displaying her dripping pussy she was dimly aware how this looked but didn’t care! She knew her inner thighs would be wet and shiny from her juices which had run down her legs. Crazed in lust she was gently rocking her pussy side to side and back and forth. Becky’s eyes were on stalks, she couldn’t believe her friend or how wet her friend was or how it was making her feel. To touch her now would be so slutty yet so hot. Her friend was clearly desperate, an idea sprang into her head.

“Don’t turn around, don’t look at me and don’t talk until I’ve finished, and then you have counted aloud to two hundred,” commanded Becky.

She smiled drunkenly, this seemed to get round what was in her head and causing her to stop and seemed to fit in with the game so far. She stepped forward spellbound by her friends ass and placed her hands on Monica’s bare hips. Monica sighed and quivered in delight as the hands stroked her ass and outer thighs, she was lost in a world of ecstacy and her own heavy breathing had drowned out all other sounds, including that of a door and a gasp. As Becky hands where withdrawn all she could think was, “Oh the tease.” Little did she realise the reality.

Becky had rocked back unsure how to cope with a spiraling situation, she was turned on excited, she wanted more but now she had an audience. The gesture was unmistakable as the lady approached, she resumed her caresses of Monica’s jiggling bottom which was being thrust gently back against her hands. Monica was clearly hugely aroused and loving it. The new lady gently took Becky’s wrist and began to guide her lower on Monica’s bottom. Then covering Becky’s hand with hers pushed it between Monica’s wet and slippy legs. Now Becky was breathing as hard as her friend, they both cried out when the new lady moved her fingers over Becky’s and gently pushed them into Monica’s wet warm slit. It felt so good, so wet, so warm and trembled so much under her touch. She needed no more encouragement and began to trace round the inside of her friend’s wet hole, glad that the new lady had let go and gone into a cubicle by the sound of it. Her own spare hand had been dancing over her own dress and was now firmly squeezing her own sensitive breast through the material. She glanced round and was stunned to see the new lady with her phone out filming! This was too much for Becky who fled. Monica was groaning in delight and totally unaware of events and trust her dripping cunt out for more. Having made sure to film Monica’s face, the new lady holding the phone out to carry on filming, stepped forward and without ceremony thrust three of her own fingers into a gently contorting Monica. Monica pushed hard back against this intrusion, groaning in delight. As the fingers began to shuttle in and out of her dripping hole they squelched loudly but this was masked by Monica’s louder and louder moans of delight. The new lady began ramming her fingers in harder and harder, faster and faster as Monica’s groans escalated into shrieks. Monica’s legs were turning to jelly and shaking from the convulsions inside her. Monica was clearly cumming in harder and harder orgasms. The lady would force Monica’s head down if she tried to raise it, stopping her onslaught to Monica’s despair as she kept her other hand busy filming. Only once did she raise Monica’s face pulling her hair to twist her head to face the camera before thrusting it away and down. Monica quickly learnt that to carry on in the throes of the powerful orgasms she sought she must keep her head down. Her pussy was becoming more and more red and sore from the onslaught, redding with each thrust. As one final orgasm caused her legs to buckle the lady removed her fingers and Monica began to count aloud. With one final thrust down of her head the lady wiped her sticky fingers over Monica face, turned and left the toilets chuckling to herself.

Jon saw a very flustered and red looking Becky return to their table where she rapidly made excuses and left with Rob. They were deep in conversation. John was concerned, this wasn’t what he had in mind! Had it all backfired? He would have to wait on Monica but time seemed to drag. Minutes passed, he began to consider going in to the Women’s toilets to check on Monica. His heart was pounding. Then a lady came out grinning widely, a middle aged lady, infact the same lady as had come out after her when she had removed her panties. Questions swam in his mind.

The journey home was a blur as Monica and John talked in the taxi. Gradually he pieced together the story which turned out to be far more than had dream possible. John was surprised that it was Monica not him who brought up the topic of hypnotism when they got back home. He was even more surprised when she asked if this was what had brought her out of her shell. Had it always been what she wanted? What really caught him off guard was her final words.

“Please do it again!” Monica blurted out.

This was too good a chance to miss! He put his new found skills straight to working, and using the medallion which came with the course he got her into a deep trance. He told her he required complete obedience, more exactly complete sexual obedience. He instructed her that anytime he said the phrase “Raspberry Pinofort” she must obey his every word. He was careful to be clear it only worked as a control phrase if he said it and as an extra precaution, had chosen a phrase she unlikely to hear anyone use. John brought her out from her trance and at the same time whispered softly the phrase, “Raspberry Pinofort.” Monica’s eyes seemed to glaze over, for the first time in his life he dared to call his wife a slut, ordering the slut to strip naked before taking his cock between her lips and sucking him to completion, swallowing all his seed. Lastly telling John how she loved the taste of his spunk. Monica did everything he had asked with gusto not just sucking his dick but massaging his balls and anal passage. When he was finished he told her to get ready for bed and once in bed awaken from her reverie.Every night for the next few weeks, John used his skills to use his newly willing little wife. The big surprise was how well she complied. She seemed more responsive, her orgasms when he ate her cunt or fucked her were formidable, more than one night to started to finger her rose bud ass not having the nerve to fuck her there although it was one of his greatest wishes. On one of these nights he was using the video camera to record the events. Something she had never allowed before. While he had three fingers tightly locked in a sopping cunt,he probed at her slick arsehole. Monica was moaning like a banshee, and actually started to squirt and squirt and squirt. John laughed to himself, he’d thought she was peeing there was so much pouring out from her.

It was a few weeks after their meal out that Rob popped by one night to visit.

“It really works doesn’t it?” Rob queried. “You can hypnotise can’t you!”

It was a Friday night and Monica was due home at anytime.

“Yes, “John proudly announced, “Let me call her and show you!”

Rob sat open mouthed, he hoped for some repeat of the meal but not so easily! John went into the kitchen to ring Monica who had a hands free phone in the car. She answered the call and John gave her the command phrase. He came back into the lounge and gave Rob the phone after instructing her to do anything that Rob asked. Rob swallowed hard and thought, what to say and ask? What would Monica never do? She was five miles away but in a built up area.

“Take your skirt and panties off, send a picture to this phone and drive home like that. Text me when you get to the end of the street,” Rob nervously but excitedly said.

Rob was, too be honest, surprised when two minutes later the required photo arrived, clearly naked from the waste down and in a car.

“Bloody hell!” he gasped, “ How far will she go?”

“Try her!” John grinned back.

Time passed and Rob confessed how turned on this was making him, how much he wanted to involve Becky and how he was resistant to hypnotism. Ten minutes passed then, “ping,” a text message came through. Monica was at the end of the road. He took my phone and wrote, “Now strip naked and drive the rest of the way like this take a picture now to prove it. Once here park on your drive and walk to the front door nude. Carry your clothes, take a selfie to show your nude on the drive and send it. Once at the door knock once then put your clothes down and turn to face the street. Dance sexily until I tell you to stop.”

John was genuinely impressed with his friends creativity! And equally aroused, he had not dared push her that far in daylight! They both had only a minute to wait before the first confirmation picture arrived. Then waited perhaps another two minutes till they heard the car on the drive. John was first to the window followed closely by Rob who swore at what he saw, she was naked, unconcerned and taking a selfie. John was relieved no-one else was in view! A knock at the door which John wasted no time opening. There was his wife, naked facing the street doing the sexiest naughtiest dance he had seen in years, her hands moving over herself gently but slowly, over her stomach, breasts, legs, ass and even gliding past her pussy. He could have watched all day but he was too horny for that now.

“Come in, get us a cold beer each, then put on last nights outfit , come back down stairs and present yourself properly!” he ordered.

Rob and John sat in his lounge as Monica fussed naked past them. She handed them glasses of John’s favorite ale and told them relax on the sofa before she went upstairs.

“Convinced?” teased John, to which Rob could only grin and nod.

“Enjoy part two,” he teased to Rob’s questioning face.

Less than ten minutes later they heard the familiar voice of Monica in a pre-rehearsed speech, “Your filthy slut wife is ready for her daily using sweetheart!”

John invited her in, and neither man could believe the vision in front of them. Her make-up was slutty, fresh scarlet red lips and the darkest longest eyelashes you could imagine, her hair tied back to show of her superb sexy look. Round her neck a black thin choker, then a size to small black quarter cup bra pushed her tits forwards and upwards, accentuating their pertness. Her nipples were so hard they looked painful, the panties if you could call them that, were tiny and thin pulled up as high as they would go, showing the outline of her pussy lips and rounded ass cheeks fully. Sheer fully fashioned barely black seam stockings held up by a skimpy little suspender belt clad her legs. Both men noticed how she tottered on five inch heeled silver sexy shoes.

Without showing any hesitation Monica started to dance before the two men, her fingers danced from the top of her head tracing a path, around her neck stroking seductively, down to her heaving tits pulling firmly on her throbbing nipples her breath becoming deep and rapid. She moved her hands down further stroking between her thighs, pulling back before sliding into the top of her tiny panties. Her body swaying she dipped down on her haunches, her knees spreading wide, her pussy lips showing easily through her sheer thong, a pussy that was now dripping with her own excitement. John was too turned on now listen to any inner control he had.

“Suck me my little slut wife,” he groaned.

Rob sat open mouthed as Monica knelt in front of John and unzipped his erect cock. She took it in her hand and guided John’s cock to her willing mouth. The excitement was too much for him, in less than a minute he was filling her mouth with his seed, it dribbled from the corners of her mouth dripping onto her tits. He shrugged at Rob then told Monica to dress normally now and come down and join them, she would remember nothing of any of the journey after his first call. She was to leave the cum on her face and the lipstick. When she came down stairs she would wipe the last of the cum off, tell the how good it tasted and assume it was a sweet she ate on the way home.

As ordered she reappear minutes later, dressed in casuals, “Don’t worry about me then!” she teased looking at he beers before she licked her lips and wiped the drying cum from her face.

“MMM, lovely!” she grinned in obvious pleasure.

As she went into the kitchen Rob and John talked quickly. Rob wanted to see how it was all done and John agreed, suggesting that Rob bring Becky round the next day mid afternoon and he would show them both. John decided he could have a lot of fun with this and hatching a plan that would give Rob a shock and unrefutable proof of being hypnotised, he would film the event and possibly play some kinky tricks on Rob. As his mind raced through ideas he got more and more excited and aroused. He would need to fuck Monica again soon but first he needed to select a few outfits the next days events and ask her about what size their friends were. Questions and preparation took longer than expected but John was delighted with the plan which to his surprise he even managed to heavily involve Monica in. She had come up with some great ideas and seemed as keen as he was to try it out. Her best idea was to hypnotise her and teach her how to hypnotise Rob and Becky. With a little tweak here and there the plan was finalised. Rob and Becky arrived the neck day looking nervous, Monica was in the kitchen with the video camera, the door slightly ajar. When they knocked John had uttered, “Raspberry Pinofort,” and the plan had begun to to become reality as she followed a rehearsed routine.

“If I said I could get Monica to hypnotise you both are you up for it?” John asked them.

They looked sheepish, Rob hadn’t been expecting to be so involved. Monica had now begun to film from the kitchen. She walked in dressed only in a bathrobe, still filming and stood in front of them all.

“Monica, sweetheart,” John purred, “Ask our guests if you can hypnotise them please.”

On cue she opened her robe and dropped it to the ground. Naked except for the silver medallion which she wore on a chain. Still filming she sat on the floor facing them, her legs wide open, her knees spread so they could see her pussy and the surprise it held. Sticking out was a lurid pink dildo which she was using all her muscle control to hold in. It was too large to fit inside her fully and now was shining with her juices. Rob and Becky stared wide eyed! Both suddenly flushed and breathing hard.

“Well, can I hypnotise you both? I will be very grateful,” she teased.

They both swallowed and nodded.

“You have to each say ‘I agree to be hypnotised’ please”

Swallowing again they each repeated the phrase, too lost in looking at her pussy to really register the video camera. Monica put the camera down and lifted the medallion from her neck and began. Soon their heads were gently swaying to the rhythm of the medallion and they were under her spell. She passed John the camera before leading Becky and Rob upstairs. John prepared the car and relished the anticipation of what was to come. He was casually dressed but before long the trio appeared and the filming continued. Make up for the girls was hasty, bold and slutty bright crimson lips, bold blue eyeliner, some blusher and nails to match. As a trick John had them paint Robs nails too. Monica had slipped on sheer black hold up stockings, her five inch heels and a short shirt dress with only two buttons done up to just hold it together. John couldn’t get over how teasing and erotic she looked. Becky had been dressed in Monica’s short kimono wrap, legs bare and had slipped a pair of flip flops on. The kimono was far to small for her and barely covered her ass. Rob looked strange in Monica’s Lycra gym shorts and a running vest, but a swollen cock was clear to make out under the lycra. It didn’t suit him but that was the reason for it! John wanted him to regret doubting him.

Grinning, John told Rob to get in his car and take them for a drive. The girls sat in the back and John moved to his own car next to Rob’s, to check out how much another driver could see into Rob’s car. He wanted to tease and arouse himself but not get arrested! John climbed into the front ordering the girls to open their dresses which revealed to naked bodies. He got them each to twist slightly to face each other and spread their legs as far as they could. This was perfect anyone looking in could see everything!

“Girls put your hands behind your heads, Rob drive!” John ordered.

Away they drove to local beauty spot. As they passed Lorries John made Rob slow down and was rewarded with several thumbs up from drivers and hoots of delight. On they travelled until stopped by a red light where a cyclist pulled up by them, the poor man nearly fell off as he registered the girls inside.

“Becky, lean over and kiss Monica like she was your lover until I tell you to stop!” John chirped.

With that Becky pounced on Monica, her mouth enveloping Monica’s as her tongue probed a responsive mouth. Both girls bodys felt on fire and as Becky moved her hands through Monica’s hair both girls quivered in delight. The poor cyclist was left breathless, shaken and hugely aroused as they drove off. On and on the girls continued with each other, kissing with the passion of teenagers, hands roaming over unhindered flesh. They entered the parking spot to find an elderly gentleman walking his dog. Heedless the girls continued in their passion. John took out a picnic blanket and spread on the ground in a quiet spot near the car. Returning to the car he gave his next set of instructions to the girls. As directed clothes were held shut with one hand as they walked hand in hand past the gentleman to the blanket. As they passed him he paused and his eyes followed their progress, he followed slowly and halted when they stopped at the blanket. He was transfixed,as was John who had just enough presence of mind to carry on filming. They stood on the blanket and embraced, kissing passionately, both hands caressing each others hair backs, bottoms and anywhere where their flapping clothes still covered their bodies. Eager to carry on the game and both raise Rob’s embarrassment and escalate things John thought quickly. He was horny, he was excited, he was thrilled!

“Rob approach the girls, with your cock out and wanking it. When you get in sight of the old guy stop but carry on wanking your hard cock, the harder it is the more I am sure the girls will want to play with it. Ignore the old guy.”

This could go badly John mused, but not for him. He followed filming moving to catch all four people on camera at once. Rob has his shorts pushed down and a surprisingly large thick cock in his hand. As he stopped it swelled even more filling John with a touch of envy. It was strangely erotic seeing Rob rub his large and swollen cock with bright red nails and in view of a startled old man. The old man seemed to panic on seeing this and turned.

Without ceremony John barked out a few instructions, “Monica! Becky! Take your dresses off!, Lie on the blanket on your back, legs open and masterbate! Make sure you point your pussys at the old man. Rob strip, then continue to play with your cock.”

The old guy had started to move away and took another few steps as John spoke then paused as his brain processed what he had heard. It was funny you could almost see the cogs whirring as he realised he was about to get into a lot of bother for watching. He turned and took in the scene before giving John a questioning look.

“They will do whatever I tell them, it’s a bet they lost, “ an inspired lie to cover over things, “If you want I will tell them to do whatever you say, so long as I can film. I won’t catch your face.”

His look was priceless all his Christmases had come at once. His eyes flickered from John, briefly, to Rob nude and wanking a large thick cock, a slightly longer look, and finally to the girls plunging their fingers into very, very wet pussys whilst rubbing their own breast and moving their own hands to search out their promanant clitorises, where his eyes lingered.

“O.K.” he croaked.

“Becky! Monica! Rob! You will do what this guy says for the next ten minutes, then you will stop, dress and get into the car,” ordered John, “They are all your mate, time starts now!”

He moved hesitantly forward.

“Stand by my side Rob, move where I do, carry on rubbing your cock.” The old man called out.

He looked relieved as Rob did as ordered. It was noticeable that he kept staring at Rob’s cock.
This was unexpected for John but amused him as he was sure Rob would be mortified when he saw the video. His next instructions where aimed at Monica.

“Crawl to me Monica, kneel before and open your mouth. Rob fuck her face!”

There before him he watched Monica crawl on her hands and knees. She stopped before Rob her mouth open. Rob grabbed her head by the hair and slammed it down on his cock. John nearly came he was so turned on. They both watched opened mouthed at Monical on her knees, her mouth full and stretched grotesquely by Rob’s fat cock as it pounded the back of her throat. She cocked and gasped, saliva dribbling obscenely down her chin.

“Becky, come to me, kneel and get my cock out, suck it, milk it make me cum in that mouth of yours!”

With that she rose in her dream state, approached, knelt and before John could blink had unzipped the stranger and was rubbing and sucking the stranger for all she was worth. This was a scene John had only scene before in films, he was in heaven. John couldn’t fail to notice the delight on the old man’s face.

“Monica, when Rob comes hold it in your mouth, Becky, stand but carry on sucking me. Give her some fucking John she’s begging for a good cock!”

John didn’t need a second invite he had fancied Becky for years, seconds later John slid up to Becky’ cute ass and sopping cunt admiring the view. With undue haste John dropped his trousers allowing his hard cock to spring free. Grabbing Becky’s hips with his free hand he plunged his aching cock deep into her wet welcoming slit. She felt so good, and with Monica by his side face covered in her own saliva bubbling and gagging on Rob’s cock, his cock felt huge. He heard a groan by his side as Rob began to cum deep in Monica’s throat. This was too much for John and he gave one last push, his cock swelled so much he felt it bang against Becky’s cervix. He groaned as he exploded deep in her wet tight hole. As if all invisibly linked in the sexual action the stranger to groaned and pulled his cock out of Becky.

“Monica, suck my dick hard, make me cum!” the stranger blurted out.

Almost as soon as his cock entered her mouth he groaned and flinched filling Monica’s mouth with a second helping of cum.

Grinning he continued, ”Becky lie on your back legs open and open your mouth, Monica dribble the cum in your mouth into hers then kiss her deeply passing her as much of the cum as you can!”

The spectacle was pure porn heaven, all three mens cock began to swell as a steady stream of thick globular spunk oozed from Monica’s mouth into an eager and hungry Beckys mouth. John struggled to remember to carry on filming, his hands shaking from the excitement. Becky’s lips and mouth where soon covered in a thick goo of cum which her tongue darted at. Seconds later the girls were lost in a passionate kissing frenzy as Monica’s tongue sort to pass the last of the cum into Becky’s eager mouth. Time passed all too quickly, with frighteningly accurate timing, Monica and Becky suddenly froze in mid passion, broke away from each other and before anyone registered had dressed and returned to the car. The ten minutes where up! With little further prompting the guy went on his way and Rob and John returned to the car before driving home in a stunned silence! What a stunning set of events, John couldn’t wait to fuck Monica when they got back. All the excitement made the drive home pass in a blur and before he realised it he and Monica where alone in bed together. The adrenalin and thrills must have worn him out as he woke but still he had the camera and excitedly began to look for it. Puzzled he looked all over the bedroom but it was obvious.

“Monica hunny, where’s my camera?” he asked

It was odd, she was smirking as she held it up. “It’s here and you will be amazed when you see what’s on it!”

John felt his stomach flip, this felt wrong, he struggled to work out why he felt this way.

Monica giggled making it worse, much worse! “You should see your face! Now I have a confession which may explain things…”

This didn’t make John feel comfortable, in fact a very ominous sense of dread was building.

“Now, you never did manage to hypnotise me! I read that silly book first, it has an amazing chapter on false memory and how to stop yourself being hypnotised!”

John had wondered why he had never read them and it came as a shock to learn it was because Monica had hypnotised him not to!

Monica hold out the camera camera and a pen drive, “But you should see what I made you do!

Sharing that middle aged woman with my wife


As Melanie lay back onto my body; she thanked me for letting her enjoy my hard dick in her wet hot pussy. I kissed her back, as I watched Ana was getting jealous.

Then she asked Melanie if she wanted to stay all night with me; as Shawn fucked my sexy wife’s cunt and ass in another bedroom…

Melanie sensed something was wrong between Anita and I; so she replied she would let us to decide it…

Then she just stood up and went inside for some drinks.

I quickly asked Ana what she was planning for the night and she bit her lower lip in a sensual manner. She looked me in my eyes and said, since it was Shawn’s last night on the island, she wanted to spend it with him all night long. Then she smiled devilishly and told me I would be very busy fucking that South African sexy slut and I would miss how my sensual wife would let that huge black cock to fuck her tight ass…

It was against our rules; since I normally watched her being fucked by another man. But Ana smiled, begging me to let her alone…

She got closer to me and stroked my cock softly, saying that I could fuck Melanie during all night; as long as there was some left for her in the morning after. I asked her if she was really thing in letting Shawn taking her in the ass. Ana said she could handle it…

When Melanie came back out, I asked her if she wanted to stay over with me. She smiled, telling me she would love to. Then she bent over Ana and kissed her red lips deeply.

Ana smiled back and she made Melanie to sit down close to her.
They kissed again; as Ana broke the kiss and slid down between Melanie’s spread thighs. The woman looked shy at first; but once Ana touched her pussy lips, she gasped and moaned softly.

Slowly Anita’s tongue flicked across that sweet pussy and then she licked her clit; making Melanie throw her head back in passion.

Soon Anita was overcome with passion as her tongue and fingers started to do magic to Melanie’s pussy. I bent over and started to suck on her hard nipples as my wife brought her to a full climax.

After Melanie’s moans died off, I started to kiss her with lust…
She looked into my eyes and begged me to join my sexy wife to keep licking her wet cunt together.

I could not help myself but I let my tongue join Ana’s.
We both took turns licking and fingering her beautiful tight pussy.

Then I slid down between Ana’s legs to reach her sweet pussy lips.

My wife moaned in pleasure as she felt my tongue licking her clit.

As I licked her, I enjoyed the exquisite show of her fingers sliding in and out of Melanie’s pussy and her tongue working with a feverish passion on her clit. Ana tasted my own cum out of that nice wet and warm woman’s body.

My wife was getting close to have an orgasm; her pussy was getting tighter and tighter as I licked it.
But suddenly Melanie started to moan loud and screaming, as an obviously amazing orgasm washed over her sensual body.

Soon Ana joined her, as her body shook from my tongue and her pussy clenched down on the three fingers that I had inside of her,
As Ana came onto my fingers, I slipped them out of her spent cunt and watched at Melanie, as her body was still shaking on the grass.

Suddenly I heard a long moan behind me and I turned to see Shawn black dick pushing slowly inside of Anita’s stretched pussy.
I heard her let out another wild grunt as that cock sunk in her up to the hilt. I could see her clit become completely engorged again as Shawn’s massive cock sunk deeper and deeper inside of her cunt.

Soon I heard Anita’s moans begging for me to keep licking her. I slipped under her body and started licking her; as I tried my best in avoiding any contact with that huge black rod.

I soon could feel Ana’s clit growing larger and larger as I licked her.

Melanie was fingering herself as she watched Shawn and I pleasuring my sensual wife. Both women had an intense orgasm almost at the same time.

Ana’s hips bucked against my tongue, as Ana begged Shawn to keep fucking her. He rammed again his hard rod into her very deep; but soon he grunted out loud as his orgasm rushed over him.

This caused my sexy wife to have another brutal massive orgasm.

As she was recovering her air; Melanie took my hand and led me inside the cottage. We went to the guest room and she climbed onto the bed, getting on her hands and knees.
Before hiding her face on the pillow, she begged me to fuck her in the ass. I smiled to myself and got in position behind her buttocks.

I spread out her ass cheeks and soon I was entering her tight asshole, slowly but steady, up to her very tight anus.

Melanie started to move her hips back to meet my hard thrusts.

As I sodomized that fine lady, I could hear Ana’s wild screams from the back yard. It was obvious that she was being also fucked in the ass; but that huge black cock was tearing her poor anus apart in a brutal manner for sure. She screamed in both pain and pleasure.

Melanie was feeling my hard dick thrusting deep into her asshole.
She reached out to grab my hand and begged me to feel her wet cunt with my naughty fingers. She was really soaking wet…

I finally came deep into her stretched asshole and she cried like crazy, as her orgasm hit her sweet body.
As I slipped off from that nice asshole; I could hear outside my wife screaming out loud in pleasure.
She had also come as Shawn sodomized her.

In the early morning I woke up and found my sweet wife still naked, lying alone on the sofa at the main room. Her sexy body was covered by some dry semen; her pussy lips were swollen and reddish. She had been well used by that huge black dick.

Her buttocks had been slapped hard and she had some red marks on them. Her hair was also a mess, stained with dry cum.
The worst part was her tight ass. Her rosebud was very wide open and some fresh semen was slipping out from her poor anus…

No signs of Shawn at sight. He had left for ever…

I went back to watch Melanie’s naked body onto the bed. She was beautiful and had let me fuck her ass in such a wild way.

My sexy wife had lost her huge black lover; but it was a good luck for me, Melanie was still staying some more days at the island…

The Glory Hole@ 2015


Sylvia and Judy at the Glory Hole
The Glory Hole

A much older Silkie tells this story to her daughter Mistye about her teenage adventures:

“I”d had boys in my ass before, in fact, I often preferred it to vaginal sex because I was so small. I hadn’t had anybody or anything like MIguel before. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, that just that way it was. I was really tiny there. probably a lot like you.
I don’t have to tell you how it feels to get fucked really super hard He came in my insides like three elephants. Three elephants in mad love was more like it. I’d had that feeling of boys squirting before., but this time it was different. He pushed a hard pressure hose nozzle way up my behind, and then he blasted me with it. It didn’t hurt, but it sure took me out of that little daydream I like to do when I’m getting fucked.
My parents used to give me enemas when I was little because I wouldn’t poop. . When Miguel shot, it felt like that but about fifty times as strong. When a man does me like he did, the last thing I want is for him to yank his dick back right away. I like to hold on to it till he starts to go soft, while he is pinching my nipples or kissing the nape of my neck. I can cum just from that, even he is not pushing into me. But this time, while I was still all squishy in there , I had to poop like I never did before. I just barely made it to the toilet. I pooped out such a mess of poop, cum and lube that I totally grossed myself out. I added a gallon of pee to it. Even though it was a disgusting smelly mess, I did get up from the seat to see what I had put in the bowl before I flushed it away. I was so grateful and lucky that I didn’t shit all over him and the bed!
Judy was laughing so hard:
“I aways have a big poop before I do this stuff, didn’t you know?”
” No, you never told me that, Judy.”
I was totally angry, in pain and embarrassed, too.
We got together with MIguel a few more times, and every time we had crazy three-way, ass fucking sex. I got so I could handle all the icky details, but I always made sure I had aout three big dumps before anything got started!
We had a few more afternoons with MIguel that summer. I liked to think of myself as quite the wild girl, along with Judy Chavez, my Panamanian friend. After my expereince with butt sex with him, I decided that I had proven myself to be every bit the complete woman that Judy was, andthat it wasn’t so necessary to have Miguel’s giant penis inhabit my back side.
Judy seemed to have a real appetite for having Mauel drive that big boy right up her behind, but for me, the memory of one afternoon was enough to hold me for a while.
I did lots of other things. I didn’t want to be out done by Judy. I was always trying to think up ways to make my cock sucking and pussy fucking more memorable for Miguel or whatever man happened to be there that night.him.
Judy wasn’t a whore exactly, but she had connections and knew people that I would have never met if I stayed in my world of high school and music lessons.
Not every sex encounter was with Pedro or MIguel or someone like them. There were a lot of afternoons whe it was the two of us, well, I should say, plenty of marijuana and the two of us.
She said I seemed like such an American girl about sex. I guess it would be fair to call her a project oriented young woman. One of her projects, she told me years later, was to use acid and marijuana to change my whole approach. After a few months with her, I was never the same.
Sex toys weren’t so availble then, but she had them, Pornography, the raw kind, was completely i*****l, but always could find it. She introduced me me to bi-sexual women who liked toys and porn. The double-headed dildo that we could both fuck, or fuck a third person was a particualr delight of hers. took me a little while to get going with something like that. The truth is, Mistye, that we usually ended up doing them , too, but I really liked just being with Judy, making out with her while I rubbed one out , going down on her, and stuff like that.
Not very many people, even gay men in Los Angeles, had heard the term “Glory Hole”, but Judy knew the term, where something so “out there” might be found, and how we might put such knowledge to use.
There was a man who owned several book stores in west Los Angeles. He operated several “Glory holes” for his gay clientele,. He introduced the idea that a “Glory Hole” featuring two slutty teen-age girls might be the perfect money maker for all of us.
It sounded so completely filthy that Judy had a little problem selling the idea to me…
When Judy first described the glory hole, at least her idea of it, I was repelled and disgusted. I knew myself well enough by now to know that that feeling often led to cool expereinces, if I didn’t get all sissy and run away from it.
“You want us to go into this bathroom at “Ranger Books” everybody knows where that place is, go in the toilet, kneel on the filthy floor, get our pants down and wait for guys who we never even see to to put their dicks through a hole in the wall, and suck them off till they cum?”
“Yeah, it sounds really hot, Syl…”
“It does? It sounds really insane to me…Who would do that? Something so nuts??”
“You and me, baby. The fighting cum-sluts!”
“What if we get sick?”
“Gay guys do it, they really do. I have an older woman friend. Her name is Penny. She is the woman who gets me the toys and the porn and all that stuff. She knows everybody, Syl. She is really funny and really nice. “
“She told me about this. She said it’s not so gross. Hardly any girls are there, that’s why she thinks it would be fun and we could make a shit load of money…”.
“She said when she was there, there were all these dicks, and plenty of baby oil to jack them off with….She said some woman was making all these or maybe a lot of them, were making all these squealy, fucky noises, and there were men and women with cum all over them..she saud it was fuckin’ hot. SHe said she stayed for a while, got her pants down and fooled around with herserself. She said we could make like, one or two hundred dollars withhout even having to fuck any body ..”
“Hmmm. That’s nasty, Judy. I might want to fuck somebody if we fool around like that for a while..”
“Well, there’s no reason that couldn’t happen, too, I guess. The time I tried it before, everything else was just so nuts that I didn’t want or need to do that, but who the fuck knows, right?” I think we could have so much fun.”
Judy kissed me a long tongue down my throat kiss. I don’t have to get too detailed about where I felt that.
“Syl, I had some other ideas about how it could be hotter for you?”
“Yeah, what’s that, cum queen?”
“Well, what do you like better, pee or semen?”
“Both, I guess..”
“Okay, snatch biscuit. I’ve going to give you a week or so to roll that around in your jizz soaked mind. If you’re up for this, I’m going to find Penny and see if we can rerally make it happen. Is thatcool with you?”
I had to think a little. This was so fucking slutty. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I could really do it. I thought I would rather brag about doing it, but not really…’but Judy never bought that kind of crap from me.

“Syl, it sounds really nasty. I know you..All that cock sucking and cum and the sound they make…you ought to at least come and check it out…”

Judy had me figured out. Even when I wanted to pretend I wasn’t so slutty, she knew what I liked and what I was really like., not who I pretended to be. When I was s*******n, I still acted like a normal middle class Los Angeles teenage girl about sex, not the “nympho” I was. “Nympho” was the term used in those days for women with a big appetite. I think it was in the DSM 3.
About a month later I saw Judy in the hall way near the exit to the art department.

“Geuss what?”
“What?”
“The thing we talked about before? I think I’m gonna do it. I know you like it I when dom you, but whether or not you do this is up to you. Why don’t you come with me? We can hangout, Syl. It will be a blast!”

Judy convinced me to go with her, but I was pretty sure I was going to behave myself, because I really didn’t know what I was doing.
The glory holes were in the sheetrock wall of a remodeled bathroom behind a much smaller bathroom. I had thought that this place would be as sad and grimy as any truck stop, but I got a pleasant surprise. The room behind the little bathroom was at least 12x 12 with a high ceiling, Persian rugs, soft lights, soft music playing from somewhere, flowers and paintings on the walls. There were several holes cut into the wall, with a little purple piece of fabric hanging over the opening. There were knee pillows underneath the opening, many of them Persian carpet fabric as well.
Somebody had created a red ball gown for Judy. I never saw her so radiant. Her hair was done, her make-up was perfect.
Judy saw me and kissed me.

“I’m dressed up to get myself messed up, Syl’!”

I think that she was not even s*******n at he time.

You never got this in health class, but it’s strange to blow some man’s boy’s dick, when you can’t see him and he can’t see you. He can’t jack himself off, when he gets close, like so many men and boys like to do. So if he is going to pop, you have to make it happen with your mouth , tongue, hands and words. Not so simple. Some boys can’t get off that way even if you blow them for a week!
I watched Judy suck ten cocks in about an hour . She sex talked these men with all her sweet Spanish words, so softly. She blew each guy like he was her one true boyfriend. A few of them just couldn’t shoot, but the other guys came all over her face,tits, and mouth.I thought I was just going to watch her and and another woman do all these men, but after I watched two men shoot all over her, and Judy, fat Judy, with her glasses and her big brown tits, sticky and jizzy, talking to the guys and asking for more. Well, first, I had my hands in my cooch, and then I was trying to get in on some of the sex. Judy let me suck the guys who couldn’t come. On my knees on this pillow, I waited for this cock to come through the hole. It was weird to see a dick with no body.Two of them finally blew on my face, but Judy wasn’t interested in sharing much today. After a while, four or five men came into the room where we were. These guys from the other side of the wall wanted to have sex with us, as if we weren’t doing that already. This was a time when I backed off from something. I had never seen these men before, I didn’t even know their names. I had blown them, but that was all I wanted to do with them. We fooled around a little, I think Judy did the little rat-faced bald guy, which I could never do (so I thought). Watching Judy fuck a total stranger was a huge turn -on. I blew the other guy, the fat one, the way I wanted to do my BJ, not through a fucking hole in the wall. I got him all excited, and then slid my pinky in his ass, and sure enough, that trick worked like it always does for getting those shy dicks to pop. He put a load all over my face, I wiped some off and swallowed some, and pretended like it was so hot, but it really was’t. Judy was hot. I was going out of my mind for her now, but she wasn’t interested in us doing a sex show for these men. She had made five hundred dollars plus three hundred in tips, and she was ready to go home. She put her stained red gown back on, She liked the idea of riding the LA bus in mid-afternoon, dressed in a cum-stained red ball gown, with semen on her face and in her hair. She had talked to me before about this being a fantasy of hers. Judy was a woman who didn’t leave her fantasies in fantasy land where they belong:

“Syl, if you don’t try some of this crazy stuff when you are our age, you never fucking will!…

This was her gig, and she took all the money home. All I got was some dried semen on my face and hair. I made up my mind that the next time I would fix that!
I kept having dreams about sucking those cocks that way….
Judy teased me on the bus ride home. . I couldn’t take my eyes away from her, with cum all over her., out in public, on the bus…
She didn’t just torture me, though she did that too. It was so fucking personal, with old fashioned wooden clothes pins on my nipples and my pussy lips. I loved being spread out like a overripe papya, just for her pleasure , whatever that pleasure might happen to be.
She didn’t do that today. She just teased me and teased me and fucking teased me some more. She knew that I was so excited from watching her do all her stuff today. …her cock sucking and cum eating and her whole manner of doing it. Judy knew that seeing her that way just put me through the fucking ceiling..the bitch knew it, she fucking knew it. I was so queer for her now. I saw that cum on her face, on the side of her head, in the bus seat next to her. It was mid-afternoon in Los Angeles. The bus was crowded. Other men and women could see it glistening on her. It could only be semen, nothing else. Judy didn’t care much about that. She knew she was working her most powerful stuff right on me. I wanted to, no, I was dying to kiss if off her face, right here, right now, in front of everyone, but she wouldn’t let me.

“Wait till we get home,” she said, squeezing my upper thigh. “Wait till we get home.”

I knew that as soon as we walked through the door, her tease would become something so delicious and exquisite, so much more than just a taste of whatever she had on her right now..Did you ever have anyone, any lover, capture you that way?
Mistye, of course you didn’t know Judy, but even if you did, a little, you would never know this about her. I like to say she was ‘chubby’, but she was fat, well over three hundred pounds on a girl not all that tall. She wasn’t pretty, except for her brown eyes, and she wore thick glasses. She didn’t dress slutty at all, not at all, so most men or women who were checking out women, just saw a teen-age fat girl with brown skin. Judy had a nice big round ass and big boobs, too, but none of it looked weird on her body. In those days, fat people and women of color never showed up in ads of on TV or in movies. Judy covered up her cleavage and I did mine, too, on purpose, because we were weird enough without drawing more attention to ourselves. Judy was a young woman who could ride on the Los Angeles bus system with gobs of semen on her face without really getting a second look. As long as I was the girl who noticed, and it was me who had my legs squeezed together from the erotic intensity of it, Judy was toally comfortable and relaxed.. When I was the girl with her, seeing her that way. I was sixteen or s*******n years old. I thought of myself in terms of Dorothy in the spinning house in “Wizard”, before it crashes and lands on the witch and kills her!
I was buzzing. I hadn’t had anything close to a cum, but I was super excited, even more than when I was back at the “Glory Hole”, just to be out here riding the bus with my sex goddess lover dom friend. She didn’t want me to kiss off the spunk on her cheek, but I quickly leaned toward her, and put my mouth onto her soft cheek. I was so in love with her at that moment I was quite out of my head. I kissed around until I got a bit of semen on my lips, and then I made this gross sucking noise and pulled it all in. Judy looked at me and I gave her a big smile and pushed the semen against my teeth and in my braces so she could get a good look. I was trying to be all cool with my move, but I collapsed in mad giggles. Judy was laughing, too, not as much as I was:

“Okay, jizz biscuit. Get ready to get your ass beat when we get home.”

The underwear I had started the day with was getting ruined. It’s a good thing I always got my panties from J.C. Penney!

The thing with Judy, that she could do, that Rachel couldn’t or nobody else I knew couldn’t get close enough to me. was to take a day like the first glory hole day, and use that to work all kinds of other stuff into our relationship. Somehow, I can talk about pee, and getting peeing on especailly with Judy or Rachel. but my when she tied me up and made me…well…..other stuff.. she made me do…that I let her…and like I said with the clothes pins and me being all naked and everything. You know I never shut up, but this is a little difficult to talk about. I’d love it if you had been there with me or even better, helping her out. Oooh, I was yelling, but I liked it. Loved it. I wanted more. I didn’t know how to deal with all that..it made me feel so weird.
Judy put clothes pins on my nipples and used a device she designed to stretch them out.
In my experience of not wanting Judy to stop, I had to confront something in my personality so dark, it scared the crap out of me. There was no script, no talk from mom, no middle-school sex ed class, nothing that would help me with some of the scary stuff I discovered inside of me when Judy started to torture me and have sex with me in the same moment. It is was so intense, so scary and powerful…and liberating!
Judy had to just about yank my nipples off or pinch my lips really hard for me to get this feeling.
What scared me the most, so much I couldn’t tell Judy the truth, is how much I loved that intensity, what a sense of completion it gave me. I said this to myself, not daring to say them to another living being:
“This is heroin and religion for me. I can’t live without it and I don’t want to and I’m not going to!”
Judy took me back to the glory hole room at the Ranger Bookstore. Again she set up the gig, and kept all the money. And refused to let me participate. Not even the stuff I did last time. Like before, after I watched her blow strangers for an hour, I wanted her. Why couldn’t I grow a dick and stick it in her mouth and have her do me that way?
Not only was I finding out about myself and my kinky, twisted mind, but Judy kept messing with my head.
By the time I was sixteen , I’d seen a lot of girls suck a dick, right in front of me, at least I thought I had, for a girl from a middle–class background . I had seen lots of pictures, even a few movies, but they were old weird black and white things that were just silly, not sexy. There was no legal porn then or feature films or porn stars or anything like that. The time when all that would be legal was only a few years away, but it didn’t feel like it then. So boys and girls learning how to do a BJ didn’t have a thousand porn actors to study. There are so many ways to do that thing. So many girls did it then like they didn’t really want to, which they probably did not. If you were female, you were expected to do that as part of making out. Having a big stiff penis filling up your mouth and throat, especially if the boy is getting excited, and starting to act like your face is your pussy, takes some time and practice. If you are on the receiving end, you are supposed to be getting him all turned on. So turned on that he is ready to pop. Kind of hard to do when your face is red, your nose is running, your eyes are full of tears, you can’t breathe and you feel as if you are going to puke. This is how the first time goes even when you like the boy. There is nothing automatic or intutive about the learning process. I guess the first rule is “Don’t Bite!”
So I got to see many girls and young women and some boys learning how to suck a dick.
Judy would get going, and at first there was just spit and drool and everything all over her, especially her face. Then one guy would shoot on her, and her face would get shiny, sticky and sloppy. Her glasses would get covered. You might say: “gross”, but looking at Judy then was just the ticket for pervy me. She didn’t wipe anything away. Pretty soon her face and her hair and her glasses were a cummy, Jizzy, spitty, spunky mess. She invited the guys to come around from the other side of the wall. She would let them fuck her if they wanted to, (of course they did) and Judy would just keep going with the BJ’s while on all fours, getting done from behind. Part of my “bottom” training was for me to follow her directions. She made me keep my clothes on and wouldn’t let me play with myself while watching her. This kind of stuff made me so crazy.
Those first few times at the glory hole were like that, except Judy intentionally shut me out.
The fat little bitch wouldn’t even let me get a taste…
Judy got me home. I was so mad and frustrated.
“I have a gift for you. Get naked and put them on. I’m going to put that collar on you, too.”
I don’t know how much Judy spent on those leather boots. They were leather and came way up my legs, lacing almost to my knees..
It wasn’t long before I was butt naked on my back. except for the slave collar and the boots with the huge heels.
“Silkie, answer a question: Do you want me to put my pussy in your face?”
Oh god, did I ever.
“Good, but I’m going to put these clips on you pussy, first, understand?
“Yes, please..”
“Sometimes, when we we get this way, I get so close to your face, lover, and then I piss all over it. I piss in your fucking face, you little cunt. I like to hear the words and the sounds you make when I do that .”
“Yes, Judy, please..”
“No no today, bitch, not today. Give me your leg..”
Judy took a few of the clips that she had attached to my pussy lips and slid the chain, the little silver chain, underneath the boot heel, so my leg was squished back against my body. I couldn’t move that leg without tearing my pussy off. Then she did the same thing to the other leg. I was so helpless now. my pussy totally exposed.
The first time she did that, she stopped after I was all bound and helpless.The rush from her doing that, and me letting her, asking for it, was plenty for both of us. Judy untied me, unclipped me, and gently and lovngly ate my pussy for at least an hour….
Judy had a big round steel hook in the ceiling. It must have been on a long bolt and glued, because it was really in there. She pointed it out to me one day.
“You could put your punching bag there, though it’s pretty high. I want you to get your clothes off. I want to tie your hands to that ring so your feet just touch the floor. Do you want that?”
I wasn’t always in the mood for our BDSM craziness. Today was one of those days when it was furthest from my mind.
“No, Judy, not now, not today, okay?”
“Sure, hon, no problem…”
Judy knew that the best way to get me to think that way was to do what she just did..She knew I would be begging her for something in about twenty-four hours, and she was hardly ever wrong.
Sure enough, about twenty-four hours later, most of my thoughts were about the delicious feeling of being naked, at her whim and mercy.

“We are going back downtown, Sylvia.”

This time, she put me in a green and yellow girl scout outfit that totally fit except for my tits.

“Sylvia, we are going back to the ” Ranger”, you in uniform, and you are going to suck some cock. do you understand me? Suck some cock like you fucking mean it!”

She slapped me hard across the face. “You cunt!”

“Guys are going to get all crazy, seeing you sucking all that dick in your uniform.”
She wrote the girl scout pledge in lipstick across my cheeks, boobs and tummy.

“I can’t wait to see some guy jacking off on that!”

She unhooked me, I got into my uniform, and off we went.

“Sylvia, I need to talk to you about sucking dick, okay?”
“Uhhh…okay?”
“You always use so many words. I think some guys can’t deal with that.”
“Try out not so many. Try something like this:”
“Why don’t you pull that pretty thing out so I can suck it? If you just say something like that, ONE TIME, and then start doin’ it, that, to a lot of guys, is like setting their fucking nuts on fire. You with your innocent look, they are already about to bust a nut over you. Let them shoot on you, in your face, your mouth, those fucking braces, just let them jizz all over you and don’t get in a big hurry to wipe it off after the last guy comes. That thing, where they see cum on you, even if it’s not their own, is a big button for lots of guys..who knows why? It wouldn’t do anything for me if I was a guy except piss me off, but I’m not wired up like that. Always be cool, friendly and relaxed and make plenty of sounds, not words so much, but lots of fuck me noises…”

“Do you like have you dick sucked?”

“Friendly, but let him feel as if he is in control. Lots of slurpy, sloppy sounds, got it, so that everyone can hear you?..”

So, down to the bookstore. This time, dressed like a fucking girl scout, in my old fashioned green and yellow dress, with way too much tit for any girl scout, all green and yellow, brown shoes, even the hat..Judy dressed like a 10th grader from some catholic school..oh god we looked so fucking i*****l, but nobody busted us, that was the thing about L.A,, nobody ever busted us if we weren’t sitting in school.
We made sure the owner and lots of customers saw us before we disappeared into the back room, the bigger one, not the bathroom. This room had more light, more comfortable places to sit, actual, for real, porn magazines and pictures to look at. There were some men there. I guess they were the guys who we were going to blow.
Judy had it down. She was friendly and talking to them.
After a while, the lights went dim, some bad jazz came on, and Judy snuggled up and we started making out. Me in my green and yellow uniform. Things weren’t horny for me yet, just weird, but I knew they would get that way pretty soon.
A guy walked up to Judy, and she started to rub him through his pants. No hole with a cock sticking out this time.
A few more men walked into the room, Then a woman did, dressed as if she were a prostitute. I heard this commotion on the other side of the wall, as if people were getting ready for something. Judy had this guy’s dick out of his pants now, making him feel good by talking about it. I was all in yellow and green. I didn’t quite feel like being the cum-queen girl scout yet. I wasn’t here to get another merit badge. I kind of wished I were back in my girls scout troop again. I was about to suck dick and have some kind of sex with people I didn’t even know. I had done it before, and it always took me a while to get warmed up…
Ooops there was a big naked boner, and sticking through the wall was another one…
I got on my knees on the pillow by the wall.

“That’s a real pretty cock, baby, can I suck it?”

I looked over at Judy. She already had some stuff on her face, and another guy’s cock in her mouth. Her school girl’s clothes were off. She was working on guy number two while masturbating and fingering herself. As it usually happened, I got more excited watching that then I was from seeing all the cocks sticking through the holes in the wall.
Still in my girl Scout uniform, but with my boobs expossed, I went back to the wall, where there was another dick standing at attention for me. I got my spit and some other guy’s semen on it. I began to see cum stains on my uniform, and seeing that got me hot, who the fuck knows why.

“Don’t pull away, baby, I’m not done”

.I made a special point of giving these guys and their dicks and especially their dick heads a lot of attention:

“C’mon, lover, let little Sylvia be a good girl scout and suck till it’s fucking done… I know you’ve got a whole lot more buzz in your weinie than that..Let me do this’:

I did something slurpy on the dick, right around the base of the head. He responded by putting more semen onto my tongue. He couldn’t help it. I knew he would. I made a slurpy noise, with some fuck me sounds in it too, just like I was at the bottom of a milkshake of sperm. I tried to make the sweetest, nastiest sound I could make, without using any dirty words
He liked that. He got all moany and quivery on the other side of the wall. I likied it ,too. Okay, now this was starting to be fun. I wanted him to come into the room. The cock sucking made me want to do more, especially something to his ass.
He said it cost too much for that.
He put some of his stuff near my eye, so I carefully wiped it away, and looked for the next guy. Didn’t have to wait too long. This guy, who looked like a college professor, was just pulling out of Judy’s puss. His cock, not so big, was all shiny and wet, slurpy and sloppy and jizzy and cummy
:
“Can I suck that, please? It looks really nice…

A few moments like that and I was ready for anything..

Giving guys BJ’s through a hole in the wall didn’t work every time; c’mon, getting your dick sucked through a hole is pretty strange, and some guys can’t do too much with the idea.. I had a limit of six minutes…if the guy couldn’t shoot in six, then I was out of there. Otherwise we might spend the whole night on one or two men. Plus, my jaw got tired.
Judy was taking it from both ends now, God I liked to see her having sex. If anyone else had been watching, they might have seen me act just as slutty as her, but from my perspective, she was a thousand times sexier than I was.
Guys were coming in the room and expecting to fuck me. I hadn’t agreed to that, and I didn’t really want to do it.
I wanted to be like Judy, pumping my hips and my ass, yelling, groaning, jizz loads all over me, I just didn’t want to have to fuck ten guys to get that way.
When guys came in the room ready to fuck, I had to actually look at their bodies and their faces and hair and shoes and I didn’t like that so much.
I broke my own rule and fucked several men even when I didn’t want to. Then I got between Judy’s legs and made a circus sex show out of eating her pussy while some guy who wasn’t too ugly rode his dick up me. I still had a few pieces of green and yellow uniform left, and he told me how hot that got him. I wish I had been as hot. I was now starting to think about what about what I was going to wear ho my voice lesson.
The perv-o glory hole guys thought me doing Judy was pretty hot, they were stuffing dry, crinkly bills between my tits and trying to shove them in my puss; I can see how that might seem sexy to men.but it didn’t turn me on at all, didn’t fit, didn’t go there, but I was happy to keep the money!
Sometimes it got hotter when Judy and I would talk to each other:

“Syl, look, quick! He’s jizzing on me! On my fucking face!”

I would look over, she would have her mouth wide open and his cum would be landing everywhere. That got me hot, and men hot, too, so we just kind of added it to our act, because anytime the boys got that “hot” buzz, and we were never quite sure what would do it, but whenever, they would just throw money at us. They liked almost anything we did, any kind of show-offy thing, with their cum.
I didn’t mind that a bit, it was fun..

I was moving all around the room, quite naked by now. My uniform was off in a wad in the corner. When I get turned on, I like to get out of my clothes, one item at a time, until I’m butt naked, lobes to toes, boobs and pubes and everything out there for the world to see. I think my red bush pussy is quite darling! I would go down on myself if I could!
I was masturbating. I like to do that when I’m doing a BJ, otherwise I get kind of bored. I could feel an orgasm not too far away, and I love that feeling as soon as I know the “O” is going to happen. The man thought that I was making all this noise and fuss over him, and I was experienced enough and gracious and smart enough to let him think that, but it was Judy, watching Judy ride that cock, thinking about getting my face in her pussy just as he popped that got me off that time. One of my Catholic friends told me that I was going to go to hell if I had thoughts like this, especially if I liked the thoughts! She didn’t say where I was was going to go if I I made those thoughts into reality. But if I was hurting another being on this planet by going down on Judy, catching a taste of the boy right out of his dick while I was doing it, I couldn’t see how. There were just three of us involved, and me being the little pussy-eater and cum-taster seemed to make everyone pretty happy. This was one of the reasons that organized religion never made much sense to me.

it was too much, customer or not, whatever he was supposed to be, I needed to be closer to her . The guy’s cock kept popping out . Judy would do that iconic female gesture, to me, as feminine as unsnapping a bra, and with a flick of her wrist, have the gentleman’s cock right back inside her. She did that little action so quickly, with so much subtlety and grace. I thought, watching her: “It makes my mouth water, it fucking makes my mouth water to see that…’
Judy was under some bright lights, and the guy’s cock was big, wet and shiny, the way uncut dicks get. When he finally shot, his semen was white, not mlky but white. I felt a huge erotic pulse from seeing that,. I put my face down and in to collect as much of that white semen as I could. My mouth and lips, Judy’s pussy lips and this guy’s shiny cock were all in the same space at the same time. I was rubbing myself like my hand was possesed. I managed another sweet come for myself on the power of that pulse…and what I did about it. Passionate pussy eating beats religion everytime!
Judy and I were getting tired after more than two hours.
We had one guy, a really nice Black guy that Judy had done when I was there before. He said he was bi-sexual, but he said it like he was gay.
I didn’t care, he had a pretty brown cock, not super huge. I was feeling pretty lusty by this point.
I told you before, I had this picture in my head, as “Sylvia the queen of cock-sucking”? and all the men, like Neal, here, would come and kneel before me in my holy temple of getting their-fucking-dick-sucked. Judy and I had blown Neal through the wall, and then he came into the room at our invitiation so we cold do more stuff with him. He was so brown and little and all tight muscles and a tiny ass…are girls supposed to get like this? We kept looking at him like he was the fifteen year old virgin and we were the guys in the motorcycle gang…i didn’t want him to come too fast, and still, I wanted to taste his cum right away. I guess that’s what happens when you fuck and suck guys all afternoon like Judy and I were doing. Mostly, all afternoon, I had been so focused on her, but now..Judy was different. I knew she she loved me, but she made a point to enjoy the whole circus from the moment we walked in the door.:

“I can’t wait to fucking taste you…”

I put my mouth over his cock and got as much of it in my mouth as I could.

“Let Judy lick your ass. I want you to come in my mouth so hard it comes out my fucking nose..”

It sounds like crazy sex talk, but in the moment, I meant every word.

Blowing him and talking all about it, too. I really liked to do that, if I had time and the guy didn’t feel as if he was paying by the minute!

“Fuck my mouth, lover, come on, do it, I love that shit.”

I rolled over so I was on my back. Neal had a small one. He was astride my chest with his knees on either side of my neck. His eyes were closed, and he was pumping his dick into my mouth so hard his nuts were bouncing on my chin, but because he wasn’t oversized I could handle it. Maybe my reputation was ruined by all the BJ’s I had done, but, like singing opera trills, I had practiced a lot, so I could do what other girls couldn’t.
It was a little hard to make conversation, but I was doing my best.
I don’t know how Judy knew that I needed my pussy eaten, but there she was, her head behind Neal’s ass, eating pussy like she invented it this morning. My pussy. It really felt nice. I wanted Neal to fuck me, at least a little, before he came. Judy and I knew this little cutie-pie was going to pop a big load somewhere, in somebody or on somebody, pretty damn soon.
We shuffled around. He slid in my little cooch just like we had been fucking since we were seven years old.
All cocks are different, I had learned that much about sex. Neal didn’t have the fanciest set of equipment in the world, but..all the artists and composers be praised…Neal was a bass player, I learned, a stand-up bassist, a classical musician who did it with a bow.
Oh! that man fucked me so nice. Never had him before, but I found ways to get together with him many times after.
Judy:

“I love it, I love to watch you fuck him, baby, that is so sexy…”

My sister, in New York, had written me about her brief thing with Miles Davis and riding in his red Ferrari. That’s what I thought about with Neal…all the Fords and Chevy’s and pick-up trucks I’d been fucking, yeah mama, but now I was cruising with Neal in his Ferrari, and I don’t think Miles could have done it any better, no matter how much he paid for his car.
He fucked me that way, this way, the other way. UmmmHummm. He didn’t come. He rolled around and fucked Judy, too. It didn’t seem like he was in a big hurry to come any time soon…
I had to throw the Girl Scout uniform away. There was no way I could wear it out of there for five minutes, let alone for that long bus ride across Los Angeles, with the two bus transfers. Nobody bothered us on the way down, but that cum covered dark green cotton reeking thing would get us both an afternoon with c***d Protective Services, the very last thing we needed. I borrowed a long coat from the store owner. He was a little guy with glasses who was hoping to get fucked and blown and everything else, but Judy and I were tired. We had had enough sex for one day.
I was really grateful for the long coat… I kissed him and rubbed my tits against him:

“Next time, Lou, I promise. this was so much fun. Next time you are at the front of the line. You can have my pussy or my ass, anything you want..”

I wasn’t so sure I should have promised him my ass before seeing what he was about to put in it, but that’s the way I was when I was sixteen.
Judy and I, , hade been on a wild adventure all afternoon, and unlike trips to Disneyland or Knot”ts Berry Farm, they had pockets full of cash that they hadn’t even counted yet,,,I i was wearing that grubby raincoat that I got from Lou, the store owner, and Judy was in the Catholic School girls outfit she had worn in. She was smart enough to get out of her clothes, but for me, the green and yellow uniform was part of my act.
The sun was shining, it was 5:15 in the afternoon. I was not living with her parents now, but I had a music lesson, a voice lesson with my strict and serous teacher, and she had talked to me at some length about a “Professional Appearance” when I came to my lessons.
Miss Hanscomb, as she preferred that I call her, was one of the most sought after voice and opera teachers in Los Angeles, a city full of singers, entertainers and musicians.I was far from the most mature sixteen year old, but I knew that I was lucky to have Miss Hanscomb willing to take me on as a young student. From Miss Hanscomb’s perspective, she indulged this brat quite a bit, only because saw her potential and knew (well, everybody knew) her musical genius sister.
Sylvia knew that she could not show up at her lesson in an old, ill fitting, semen stained girl scout uniform, with god-knows-what in her hair and gobbed behind her ear..
Judy and JI walked into Krohn’s Discount Fashion Palace, the kind of clothing store that would be located next to a store like “Ranger Books.” I was feeling a need to be responsible after what Judy and I had been doing for almost three hours
But then I saw the sales girl, a Mexican or Guatemalan girl not much older than me . Brown eyes, brown skin, full figures, so beautiful. I had a thought that was so vivid and crisp, in this girl’s immediate presence, that I had to avert my eyes. …I knew what kind of panties the girl was wearing..some kind of white lacy things. I knew that right behind that panty fabric was cutest little unshaven pussy, all curly and brown. Oh god, I wanted to bury my face in it. Oh god did I. The girl had only said “May I help you?” and I was ready to rip her clothes off.
Then I tried to explain, if I possibly could why I had nothing under Lou’s green raincoat but my panties and bra..
I didn’t even know if I should tell Judy these crazy thoughts, but in the dressing room, Judy said to me
:
“Did you see her? oh my lord..I had dirty thoughts, Syl, I’m a catholic girl, I know what impure thoughts are, they are supposed to be a sin..wow I just had a whole bunch about her. what is her name “Gretchen?” what kind of name is that?”
” Judy, here we are….I think she saw some stuff on me or you..maybe we should leave before she calls the police…”

“Syl, that girl is not going to call the police if we walked off with the whole fucking store. she is bored, her boyfriend treats her like shit, she hates working here for her uncle, who only wants in her pants…she might be up for anything, who knows?”

We were in the dressing room. Judy just walked in there with me.
She pushed her mouth against me rreally hard, so hard it hurt.
“You little cum eating whore. When I saw you sucking cock today, all those fat dicks goin’ in your mouth, it made me crazy, Syl, it made me fuckin’ nuts. I wish I had a dick for you to suck, baby, you are so fuckin’ hot…”
Judy slid her finger right past the elastic on my panties and into the red curls around my pussy.
My knees got all woozy and wobbly. I went from being done with sex for a little bit, to lusting like the mad lesbian of the west over the sales girl, and now I was half naked, in the dressing room of this store, Judy was kissing me, her tongue way in there, fingering my well fucked-by-now puss, and telling me how hot she got when she saw me suck a guy’s cock.
I didn’t know what to think or say. I just let her do whatever she wanted. I was done with sucking dicks or even thinking about that stuff now…now I was a girl who needed to get ready for her music lesson.’Greatchen the sales girl knocked on the door of the changing room. I think she overheard some of the sex words that Judy said to me..how could she not?
” I found some other clothes that you might like?”
There was no one else in the store except Gretchen, Judy and myself.
“Can I come in?”
The door opened and there we were, Judy fingering me,, kissing me so the whole world could see, and Gretchen, looking at us with her huge brown eyes, a whole set of blouses and skirts in my size over her arm…
I was little red-haired almost Jewish white girl with glasses and braces on my teeth. Two women, with ethnic roots far from Los Angeles, were silently regarding me and each other..
.
“Just a moment..”

was all she said.
She left and locked the front door and put the closed sign up. Then she came back to us…
Three of us were in the small dressing room.

“You guys are crazy! You can’t do sex stuff in the middle of my store! You just came from next door, right? That’s why you have no clothes, they got wrecked…didn’t they?”
“Yeah…well. “
“My cousin owns that place…I know all about it. I thought that just fairy boys went in there to…oh my god..now girls too….”

Judy tried to talk, but Grectchen (Gray-Chain) was as much of a motor mouth as me, and she was quite excited.

“I know what they do in there, I do, because sometimes the boys come in here after they have been in the store…and…and they talk as if I am invisible, yes?”

The filthiest..oh my god…

“Look …here you have some on you..oh your hair is stiff..excuse me, your name?”
I’m Sylvia and this is Judy..”

“Hello, Sylvia and Judy..you guys don’t smell so good..you smell like sex and pussy and everything…I have a shower here, believe it or not, you could use it, I’m the only one here today except for Marla, and she went home..So you are professional sex girls? Please don’t be offended it’s just….”

My 3rd Time


In my last story I told you all about my first time having sex with two men at the same time. That proved to be the spur I needed to move on from only lurking on a sexdating site to actually hooking up with other people than that one man I had been seeing regularly for almost a year now. And so, shortly before my 20th birthday, I had 2 more sexdates, during which I met three people that would remain my friends to this very day. Let’s start with the first one.

On a windy day, at the beginning of winter, I once again told my parents I was spending the night at a friend’s place. It was that friend I mentioned in my first story, the one who also did sexdating (and more!). By now I had fessed up to her that I had started doing these kinds of things, and she was okay with me using her as an excuse for my parents. Instead of cycling into town to her dorm though, I parked my bike near the station and took the bus to the next town over (that’s only about 15 minutes, the Netherlands isn’t that big.)

Wanting to be sure I was on time, I ended up being waaaay to early. After about twenty-five minutes my giddy excitement had been replaced by boredom and just plain being cold. That switch was immediately reversed though when a car parked across from the bench where I was sitting, and “N” opened the door and gave me a wave.

“N” was another older man (starting to notice a pattern?), nearing 50, but taller and more muscular than either “B” or “C”. But don’t let his appearance fool you, he’s a real gentle giant: soft-spoken and very cuddly. Of course, at the time I didn’t know that for sure yet, I just had an indication from his dating profile and the MSN chats we had had (or maybe this was after the demise of MSN and we used some other form of chat, I can’t remember.)

“Sorry I was five minutes late”, he said. “Were you waiting long?”

“No”, I lied, not wanting to appear silly.

In the car we quickly stroke up a conversation. About the journey, about school, about work… all very chaste. He quickly proved that he was soft-spoken, but he was also charming, quick with a joke and very interested in what I had to say. But I must admit I was a bit absentminded at the time, as I was wondering about what lay at the end of our journey: his house. And in there: his wife.

Yes, in this instalment of “My #th Time” I will tell you of my first time with a woman, which was also my first time with a couple.

I had seen pictures of his wife, let’s call her “E”. She was in her mid-40’s, with long brown hair and deep brown eyes. A bit small, looking miniscule next to “N”, but broad, with big breasts and a big butt. Being quite thin and having a nice a-cup myself, I was excited to be with a woman who had in many ways the opposite build from me. While talking with “N” I was imaging what his wife would look like when we arrived. Would she be fully clothed, like him? Completely nude? Wearing some kind of negligee?

Finally we arrived. As “N” was rummaging in his pocket for his keys, a neighbour of his passed by and greeted us. I gave a cheery yet polite “good evening!”. In my head I was secretly tremendously aroused by the realization that this man probably thought his neighbours had their cousin over or something like that, while we would be doing all these exciting things in secret! Realizing I was thinking about sex already, I tried to stop myself. Maybe things would be very awkward. Maybe there wouldn’t be that “click”. Maybe I would end up going home again without any sex. Don’t get ahead of things! Manage your expectations! But to be honest, it didn’t work. The idea of being with “N” and “E”, after years of merely looking at women in the swimming pool and wondering about sex with a couple, was just too enticing.

“E” had heard the keys turning, so just as I was taking my jacket of she came down the stairs. Not naked, nor in a negligee. She was wearing a denim skirt that I could almost, but not quite, look up while she was above me, and a low-cut green t-shirt that almost, but not quite, showed her bra when she was next to me. She gave me an enthusiastic welcome, with a hug and three kisses on the cheek, before gesturing me to move into the living room.

What followed was that bit of a sexdate that I’m sure you all really want to hear about: just talking to each other.

I joke, but it is of course very important to see if that chemistry from the chat translates to real life. So we talked. All three of us liked fantasy stories, so we talked about our favorite books, and whether the movie adaptations were any good. “N” and I shared a love for games. “E” and I shared a love for swimming. And so an hour passed. They had some beers, I had some cola with sweet liquor in it (they knew from the chat that I liked those and had bought some for me!), we ate some chips. Another hour passed.

Over those two hours my focus on sex slowly waned. That might sound bad for a sexdate, but it really wasn’t. We realized that we could talk about non-sex related stuff, which was crucial in us becoming friends, which in turn is probably why I still see them regularly years later. And while my focus waned it certainly did not go away. Whenever “E” would go to that kitchen to get something, I couldn’t help but look at her behind. And when she returned to the couch next to me, I could not help but sneak a peek at her cleavage.

Still, we didn’t talk about sex at all, so it was a bit of a surprise when after those two hours “E”, without any preamble, suddenly said “So… should “N” take you home, or do you want to stay?”

“What? Oh! Eh… No!”, I stammered. “I’ll stay! I mean. If you want me to stay?”

Suddenly her hand was on my cheek, and her face was right in front of me.

We kissed.

It was a great kiss, which lasted for ages. Whenever I pulled back, thinking we were finished, she moved forward, continuing our connection. Meanwhile, her hand wandered. From my cheek it slid backward, going through my hair. Then it went down, over my back and my side, to my leg. Then finally up again. I gave a shiver as I felt her squeeze my breast. It made me realize that I had sat there almost frozen up to that point, my own hands still folded awkwardly in my lap. Stiffly, as if moving them for the first time ever, I place them on her hips. Then I removed them again, and put them on the side of her head. She did the same to me, and our kissing became even more intense.

The kiss finally ended when I felt some tugging at the buttons of my pants. I looked down and saw “N”. While enjoying the view of his wife kissing me he had taken of his own pants without me noticing and was now doing the same to me. My panties (frilly and lacy, I do want to look good on a first date!) only got a quick compliment before they were removed as well. He place his tongue against my body, and I let out a quick sigh and a shiver, but before I could do more “E” was kissing me again.

We spend a long time like that. Me and “E” on the couch, kissing and fondling each other. “N” on the ground, eating me out. Somewhere during all that I touched another woman’s breasts for the first time. I loved it. I loved it even more when she then removed her shirt and bra (also frilly and lacy, also getting a quick compliment before it was flung to the floor). I continued to fondle, but she took my head between her hands and heaved her chest high, making it clear what she wanted. A bit awkward, being on the opposite side of this for once, I tried to mimic what “B” had done to me many times. I kissed her nipples, licked them, sucked on them… At one point I gave them a very soft nibble, as I personally don’t like anything harder than that, but she said I could do more. So I did what just about every man I’ve met tends to do, and went in way to hard! The third time proved a charm though, so soon I was enjoying he sighs of pleasure as I worked her nipples.

Eventually “E” suggested going upstairs. I nodded eagerly. “N” said we should go on ahead, and he would put away the drinks and chips first. I wanted to give him a quick thank you for giving head though, so I pressed myself against his body and we kissed for the first time. With him being so tall, his erection pressed against my tummy. Then I took “E”’s hand and let myself be led upstairs. Upon reaching their bedroom she pushed me onto the bed. It was an XL two-person bed bought especially with sexdating in mind. (Later, after I moved out of my parents’ place, I would start inviting “E” & “N” over to my place. To this day they complain about the width of my slightly-smaller-than-regular two-person bed 😛 ) She removed her skirt, climbed in after me and undid my shirt. Now both naked, we started alternating between kissing and playing with each other’s breasts. I still tend to leave the initiative to other people, so obviously it was “E” who eventually moved her hand further south and slid a digit into me. She slowly explored my body, and hadn’t gotten very far when “N” came in.

By now also naked, he climbed onto the bed on the other end, and suddenly his erection was right in front of me. We repositioned for easier access, and “E” and I started giving him head. Sometimes he was in my mouth, sometimes in hers, sometimes our lips where on either side of his penis. He proved very vocal in his enjoyment, moaning loudly, which I always like. We stayed in that position for a while, until he finally drew his wife upwards to kiss her. I also sat up and kissed him after they were done. Then I kissed her. Then this evolved in a weird three-way kiss. I remember marvelling at how easily we ended up in strange positions like this kiss or the double-blowjob. Over the years people who know I do this kind of stuff have often asked me about the logistics of threesomes. How do you know what to do? Honestly, it all happens very naturally.

For example, after our kiss “E” gently pushed me down on the bed again, then moved down herself, putting her head between my legs. “N”’s erection once again hovered over me, so it seemed to logical thing to do to take it first in my hand, and then in my mouth. Once again I was rewarded with some lovely moaning from him, but eventually he withdrew, gave me a quick kiss, then move to behind his wife. With nothing but a soft tug on her butt he indicated how he wanted her to move. When she was in the right position he slid inside and started to fuck her. I enjoyed this view and continued to enjoy the tongue and fingers at work between my legs, until “E” was so overcome with pleasure she couldn’t concentrate on me anymore. At that point I got up and stood next to “N” and I began to kiss him, meanwhile stroking his and “E”’s body with one hand each. All this went smoothly, without any planning ahead of time. It just sort of happens.

Because these things go so smoothly, with various positions flowing into one another, it gets hard to keep a chronology. So now we’ve reached the part of the story where I can’t tell which bit came when. All I can tell you is that we stayed at it for literally hours. Sometimes all three together, sometimes two (in any possible combination) while the third laid back and watched, perhaps only idly playing with themselves.

The only part that really sticks out in my memory began with me as the idle one. I sat propped up against some pillows at the top of the bed, while my hosts where fucking in the missionary position. I was simply enjoying the view when “N”’s penis accidentally flopped out. They used this moment to take a breather. “E” looked at me and said “Ah, look at the poor girl! She comes all the way over here and then we neglect her!”

Because I’m silly and often take things way too literally I started stammering out a response about how everything was okay and I was very much enjoying myself. I just kept on rambling like that until a smiling “N” kissed me to shut me up. It was another long, lingering kiss. “E” used that time to fetch a condom from a drawer. When “N” broke our kiss and leaned back, his wife placed the condom on him, unrolling it with her mouth. Then she removed my pillows, leaving me in a more lying down position, and just sat back, watching as “N” put his dick inside me for the first time. I didn’t know where to look, alternating between gazing deep into the eyes of the man lying on top of me and looking at the woman playing with herself while enjoying our show. Until she eventually felt like getting a little bit more involved, at which point she clambered on top of the bed, one knee on either side of my head so I could eat her out. I remember loving every minute of it, being ecstatic that this was finally happening and never wanting to leave.

So in the end I didn’t leave. After another bout of ever-changing positions “E” and I had both brought the other to orgasm with our fingers. I then laid back and relaxed while she and “N” had sex one more time, ending with him coming inside of her. After cleaning themselves up they laid down on either side of me and we started to cuddle. As we did I felt my eyes getting heavy. Eventually “E” asked “So… do you want N to take you home now?”

I turned to her, nuzzled against her, gave her neck a quick kiss and said, “If you want me to go.”

“You can stay the night if you want”, I heard her say right above me. In lieu of answering I merely nuzzled some more. She cupped me head in her hand and pulled my chin up so she was looking right at me, then gave me another passionate kiss, and that was that. Not long after someone pulled up the sheets, and I fell asleep nestled between the two of them.

The night was swelteringly hot, so I woke up several times. Every time I was excited to realize where I was, cuddling up to one of the people sharing the bed with me. It wasn’t my intention to wake them up, but it was of course bound to happen. The first time “N” groggily opened his eyes he only smiled, then turned around to continue to sleep. The second time he was much more awake and gave me another kiss. We both visible recoiled from the yucky morning breath taste of each other’s mouth, which caused us both to chuckle. He picked a bottle of water of the nightstand, took a swig, and offered it to me. Now almost fully awake we kissed again. As we did so his hand started to wander. Caressing my thigh. Squeezing my butt. Slipping between my legs, feeling me getting wet again… He reached over to the nightstand again, this time returning with another condom. “You want to go one more time?”, he asked. I nodded.

Obviously our rocking of the bed soon woke up his wife. She merely smiled when she realized what was going on. She caressed my face and played with my hair while I was gasping in the rhythm of her husband’s thrusts inside me but was too sleepy to do more. Secretly I was still quite sleepy as well. “N” finished quite quickly this time. While I hadn’t come yet, by the time he came back from disposing of the condom in the bathroom he found me back asleep, cuddled up with “E”.

I next woke up to me hosts getting up and getting dressed. One of them opened a window. I fell asleep again and could finally get some good sleep. The morning had ended by the time I opened my eyes again. I quickly threw on my bra and shirt, then realized I hadn’t seen the rest of my clothes since we had gone upstairs. I hurried down.

There I found “N” typing something on his laptop. “E”, it turned out, was off to a lunch-date with friends. I apologized profusely for oversleeping, but “N” just waved it away, saying they would’ve woken me if it had been a problem. He fixed me some breakfast (brunch really). He had already had his lunch but sat with me anyway. We talked about all sorts of light topics. Nothing sexual. He had pointed me to the rest of my clothes, but I had noticed how his eyes kept being draw downwards while I was talking to him, so I decided to be a bit naughty and had just sat down for breakfast leaving those clothes where they were. He tried to sneak a peak a few times but didn’t bring it up.

After cleaning up the table he sat back down on the couch next to his laptop. I crawled on top of him, whispering “I fell asleep before I finished this morning. Can I quickly fix that?”. He smiled as I quickly brought myself to climax just by grinding on top of him. Afterwards I gave him a peck on the cheek and a wink as I hopped off, grabbed my panties and ran towards the shower.

It was going to be a while before “E” got home, so I had to leave without saying goodbye to her. It didn’t really matter though, as in the car ride back home “N” and I already planned our next meet-up. During that ride we were completely chaste again, not showing anything to the outside world, but I was still relieved to see no trace that neighbour who had seen me go in.

When I got back to my bike I called my friend, the one I had told my parents I was staying the night at, to see if she was home. She was, so I went there and just raved about my experience of the previous night. It was one of the most exciting things I had ever done and just really needed to talk to someone about it!

Like I said before, I’ve stayed friends with “E” & “N” over the years. Some periods we saw each other often, for a few months even weekly. Other times relationships or full schedules got in the way. But we’ve always come back to each other. Just last week they were at my place, complaining about the size of my bed as usual but having no problem fucking me in it anyway. Over the years I’ve also experienced a few more firsts with them, so if this series continues you should expect to see them pop up every once in a while. It was with them that I first introduced a boyfriend I had met in “real life” to my sexdating hobby. It was with them and three other men that I had my largest group experience up to this point. But those are stories for some other time. And first I need to tell you about that second date I mentioned way at the beginning, which introduced me to someone who didn’t just stay a fuckbuddy, but who is actually one of my best friends to this day. See you all next time

Dee’s homeless adventure


We had planned to join a group of volunteers to support a night out sleeping rough. We were raising funds for those less fortunate and living on the street. The plan was simple, we would eat at the local food stall, eating what was provided by the volunteers, mixing and socialising with the homeless. Then we’d prepared our bedding for the night. We’d got sleeping bags and I had constructed a frame from boxes and broken wood and covered it with a clear sheet of polythene. There would be little privacy tonight.
At 8 in the evening we all assembled to go and check how the homeless were getting on and walked about town to sit and talk to them and discuss whatever was on their minds. It was fascinating to hear their stories and Dee disappeared to a group huddled together chatting drinking and smoking.
Dee was her usual vibrant self and joked with them trying to raise their spirits. One of the guys stood to whisper in her ear and she looked up to him, smiled and nodded her head then leant towards him and whispered something back to him. He looked down to her and rested his hand on her shoulder, I’m sure that his fingers reached down to her tits as she grabbed his hand, it lingered for a moment and Dee smiled up to him.
To say he was scruffy would be an understatement. His jeans were dirty, he wore a stained tee shirt that looked as though it had beer stains down the front. He didn’t look in good shape either, his teeth were a mess and he had a stubbly beard. And he stepped back to his group, leant towards another guy and spoke quietly to him. He pointed at Dee and he nodded his head. They both in turn leant to the people beside them and soon the whole group had obviously discussed something.
Dee got up and turned towards me, smiling broadly. She obviously had made plans with them.
“Shall we go back to the sleeping bags?” Dee commented.
“Only if you tell me what you’ve planned.” I replied.
“Well you know, these guys don’t get a lot of fun now. I thought I’d brighten up an evening for them. Nothing too serious, you know, just relieves some of their tensions.”
I smiled, “You just can’t say no can you?”
Dee smiled.
We got up and returned to where we were going to sleep. It was now beginning to get darker but we could still see our poorly made shack and we both climbed in. I had bought some lanterns and turned them on. Our two sleeping backs were side by side and I had made sure that there was enough space for us to be able to sit and change if we needed to.
“I’ve got to go and relieve myself.” I told Dee, “I won’t be a minute.”
I got up and left the tent. There were a few portaloos nearby and my head torch lit the inside as I pulled my cock out and started to pee. The water splashed the bowl and my imagination started to swim in the thoughts of what Dee might have planned. My cock started to stiffen in my hand and I was beginning to look forward to what might happen.
I zipped myself up making sure not to catch myself in my flies, pushed the button to flush the loo and then headed back to our make shift tent. I looked towards the tent and could clearly see Dee undressing. The clear sheeting however dirty hid nothing. She was down to her bra and panties, before she sat on one of the boxes we had found to use as seats. She then faced the polythene sheet and lifted her bum to remove her panties. As she sat there she spread her legs to reveal her hairless pussy and she ran her hand down to fondle her pussy lips.
As I got closer I noticed in the shadows some movement. So this was Dee’s plan, she was going to give them a free show. I looked back at Dee and she now had her fingers buried deep inside and her free hand was pulling and tweaking one of her nipples. Wow this was horny stuff. I had stopped in my tracks and watch on.
There were then whispers in the shadows and I clearly heard a voice say “No! I’m going first, I asked her!” and a figure come out from the shadows. It was the first guy that had spoken to her. He was in the same dirty clothing and had a sneering grinning across his face highlighting his awful teeth. Was she really going to satisfy him as well?
He quickly moved towards our make shift tent and opened the flapping sheet to the side. I watched and saw Dee look up to him and she turned to face him. I had to get a bit closer, so I turned off my head torch and moved to within a couple of feet. I then watched as Dee grabbed his fly and unzipped him. I guess he was commando as she was soon pulling out his cock. She looked at it briefly before she opened her mouth and suck him deep inside. As she sucked on him she pulled the sides of his jeans and they slipped down to his knees. Then she went to town on him, his hands wrapped around the back of her head and his cock started to thrust wildly into her. I heard her slobbering and choking on his rough attack on her. But Dee was still in control and as quickly as he started thrusting it was clear that he was about to cum.
“OH fuck, I’m cumming.” He cried and lunged his cock into her mouth. His bum cheeks spasmed as clearly his cum spewed from his cock. Dee carried on sucking, enjoying the fresh cum in her mouth, before he pulled out. Quickly he pulled his jeans back up and slipped out.
No sooner had he left that he was replaced by another and Dee repeated the whole procedure once more. But this time the guy pulled out as he came and Dee’s face was sprayed with cum. She was covered across the bridge of her nose, over her forehead and into her hair. He too left and was replaced by another and then another two.
They had all come quickly and none of them had fucked her. Perhaps that was the understanding. As the guy left I whispered through the polythene to Dee.
“Are you OK?”
“Yes, fine, this is fun. There are two more to come I think. Should I let one of them fuck me? Would you like to watch that Ben?”
“I’m not sure Dee. It’s up to you.”
As we spoke a very scruffy older man walked through the opening. Dee turned to him and looked him up and down. His dirty old trousers tied up with a piece of string, his face unclean and his opening grin showed that he had little teeth. His hair was matted, or at least what he had. His shirt was unbuttoned and showed a mat of curly chest hair. He looked very old. As he stood in front of Dee he unbuttoned his fly and produced his hard cock. Dee turned and looked at me.
“I guess he hasn’t had a fuck for years.” And with that she stood turned around and bent over the box, resting her tummy on the top, she reached round and pulled her cheeks apart. The old man stood behind her gawping at the sight in front of him, before he fell to his knees and grabbed Dee’s cheeks in his dirty rough hands. His thumbs were clearly playing over her ass hole as Dee turned to look at me.
“I think he’s going to fuck me up the bum?”
His head was then buried between her cheeks.
“Oh yes get that tongue deep in my ass.” Pleaded Dee. “Get me wet and ready.”
The old man knelt there his tongue working hard and his free hand pumping on his old cock.
He raised himself up and nudged towards her, cock in hand he fed it into her ass hole.
“Oh yes that feels so good, fuck me…. Oh yes all the way in. Ohhh!”
The old man buried his cock deep into Dee. I watched her face grimace as in his excitement he didn’t stop until his balls slapped against her pussy. Then once fully embedded in her he pulled out only to thrust hard once more into her.
“Oh fuck, I think I’m going to cum.”
“Oh…”
Ohhh…”
Ohhh fuuccck, yes, yes, yeeeessss.” Screamed Dee
I’ve never seen Dee cum so quickly. Her ass rose from the box as she angled her ass hole for the best penetration.
“Oh my god, here it comes.” The old man spoke in a gravelly voice and lunged once more into her, pumping his seeds deep inside her. He stopped still embedded in her, his hands now groping her hanging tits, pinching on her nipples and twisting them in his fingers.
As they froze from their exertions my cock erupted uncontrollably. It shot from my cock in hard bursts and splattered against the polythene sheet. Dee heard the splatter and looked round to me. Her face was flushed, her hair had fallen forward and she watched my cum dribble down the sheet.
“One more.” She said. Shall I let him fuck my pussy? Then I’ll have had all three holes filled with skanky cum.”
The old man stood, his legs shakily holding him up as he clenched hold of his trousers in his hand, unable to re button the fly. But before he left he lent down and placed a finger into Dee’s ass. She giggled at the insertion.
“That’s enough old man, you’ve had your turn.” He removed his finger, raised it to his nose, sniffed it before sucking it into his mouth. He then staggered out.
“Move round.” I said, “I want to see your ass oozing with his cum.”
Dee shuffled round until her ass brushed against the polythene, then she reached round and spread her ass cheeks. Her puckered hole gaped open and shut and I watched the old man’s cum seep out.
“Just one more Ben, then I’m all yours again.” And she blew me a kiss. The next scruffy urchin had now stepped into the tent and he watched as Dee swivelled back around to show him her waiting pussy. It was the guy who had first propositioned her.
“OK you asked if we could have a bit of fun. Now it’s your chance to fuck my pussy.” Dee arched her back to pronounce her pussy. The guy looked down and could see Dee’s ass and pussy. I guess his predecessor cum must have still been dribbling from her ass and lubricating her pussy as he reached out and gently fondled her open gash.
“Mmm that’s nice. Mmm rub my clit like that please.”
The guy continued to rub on Dee’s clit as she arched her back even more. His other hand then reached down and he was clearly rubbing her bum hole.
“Oh my god yes, stick your finger in there too. Mmm. Oh god that is sooo good.”
The guy continued to play with Dee’s pussy and ass and his cock bobbed in time with his handywork. Eventually he broke his hand away from her ass and grabbed hold of his now I guess aching cock. He the shuffled up behind her and aimed his cock at her now very wet pussy.
As his cock nudged her gaping pussy there was a rustle at the opening to the tent and slipping in beside him one of the women that we’d been speaking to earlier. She said nothing but sank to her knees beside Dee. She then reached out her hands and laid them gently on Dee’s back, running her fingers from the nape of her neck and tracing down along her spine to the crack of her ass and back up again.
She leant forward to her ear and whispered simply, “Kiss me.”
Dee turned her head and the girl flicked out her tongue and they met, duelling together before the girl mashed her lips onto Dee’s. They both moaned loudly and this in turn enticed the guy to push his cock deep into Dee’s pussy. His waist crashed into Dee’s ass, jolting her forward and the two girls struggled to keep their mouths lock together. He then continued in ernest to fuck Dee hard, his cock pounding her pussy.
“Ngh.” Dee was now being pounded hard from behind and she briefly turned her head away from the girl as her concentration was stretched along with her battered pussy, so the girl turned and started to explore other areas of Dee’s body. As her hands wander along Dee’s back her head followed, kissing its way down her spine until she reached as far as she could with the guy pounding Dee’s pussy. She then extended her tongue in an attempt to lick between Dee’s cheeks.
With a couple more thrusts the guy came, pumping his seeds deep inside. Dee must have felt the v******e of his cum splattering and burning her insides.
She cried out again, her moans of pleasure must have awoken the others around us. Her orgasm was as intense as her first. The guy behind her slumped back onto his haunches his cock flailing as he slipped away from her. His remaining cum flew through the air, catching the girl across her face, before she pulled herself over Dee and her mouth crashed onto his cock. Eagerly she lapped and sucked on his deflating cock, cleaning it of Dee’s juices and his cum.
When she was finished she turned to Dee and reaching out with her hands parted Dee’s ass cheeks and her tongue delved in to clean her too. She lapped greedily at her holes making sure that she too was clean of all the spilt cum. She broke away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Dee got up off her tummy and turned to sit on the box.
“I guess it’s your turn now. Do you want Ben to fuck you? I’m sure he’d be happy to help.” My cock jolted at the thought.
“Naw,” she said “I’m not really into boys, I sucked his cock because I wanted to taste you. I’d much rather you do something to me.” Dee smiled, “You’d better get those jeans off then and take a seat.”
The girl stood in front of Dee and unbuckled her belt before seductively undid first the button and then slowly pulling her zip down. She then grabbed the waist of her jeans and peeled them slowly off her hips, past the top of her bush and then down to her ankles. She stood naked from the waist down. Her pubes were abundant, unkempt and untrimmed. Thrusting her hips forward and peeling her bush and pussy lips apart Dee gazed at her sex, before bending forward and nuzzling her face in the girls crotch. I saw her tongue slip from her lips and swipe at the girls’ lips.
She looked up at the girl “Let me lie down and you can sit on my face.” Dee dropped to her knees rolled over onto her back and slipped her head between the girls’ feet. The girl slowly lowered herself down until she was squatting over Dee’s face. I watched as Dee’s tongue darted into the girls’ pussy. Her head fell back at the pleasure before she sank onto the waiting mouth. She ground her pussy into Dee’s face and I could hear her muffles of delight.
“Oh yes Dee, fuck me with your tongue, I’m so close to cumming.”
The girl moaned and screamed as her orgasm crashed through her, her pussy ground into Dee suffocating her, before she fell forward, their bodies crushed together and the girl now reciprocating the pleasure and eating Dee’s pussy. Dee gasped for breath before she continued to lap at the girls’ pussy.
I sat outside the tent watching and waiting for them to finish. Dee was going to get fucked again and I guess we would have an audience too.