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This is a story I was requested to write. It's not from personal experience, it's simply a figment of my imagination! Strictly Adults Only

I was feeling annoyed, lonely and frustrated. There I was, miles from anywhere, in an isolated cottage in Wales and my husband was somewhere in the USA. What made matters worse was that we had only been married for two weeks and this was supposed to be our honeymoon.

As I paced from room to room my anger increased. I had looked forward to this trip for so long. I'd dreamed of how we would sunbathe naked in the garden and then make passionate love on the grass or against the old oak tree. Instead here I was alone, with no one for miles.

The cottage was idyllic with mountains in the distance and complete privacy. A perfect place for two lovers to sate their lust.

It was ten o'clock in the evening on my first day. I had a warm bath to try and help me relax and, as I got out, my nipples were hard and aroused. "Damn," I almost shouted out, "He should be sucking on them. Oh God, I feel so frustrated."

After I had dried myself I slipped into the comfy double bed and cried myself to sleep.

Next morning the sun was shining through my bedroom window and the world looked a little brighter. I padded downstairs naked, after all there was no one to see me, and made myself a pot of tea and some toast.

The sun looked inviting so I opened the back door and walked out into the enclosed garden. The morning chill caressed my skin and once again my nipples hardened. They looked so beautiful, big and brown. I touched myself with my hand softly and felt a thrill shoot through my body.

"Only another six weeks before my next shag," I told myself and shivered at the thought, or perhaps it was the morning breeze on my warm flesh making me do so.

"I'll go for a long walk and then, when I get back, I'll have a cold shower to dowse my frustrations," I told myself. And this is what I did.

I followed a similar pattern for the next four or five days. I walked and took cold showers but then I took to sunbathing in the garden. At first I wore my bikini, but I soon took this off and lay there toasting my nakedness beneath the afternoon sun. My skin warmed and so did my sexuality.

It was the sun oil that started to lead me astray!

I massaged some across my chest and my breasts seemed to swell with the pleasure of being touched. God it felt good. My hands travelled down to the softness of my tummy and I could feel my heart beat a little faster. I couldn't stop myself and my fingers moved through the small trail of soft pubic hair and onto my secret entrance.

A firm finger slipped between my fleshy lips and I gasped out loud as I felt the lubricated silkiness of the inside of my pussy. Slowly, oh so slowly, agonisingly slowly I stroked myself enjoying every thrill and sensation of my inner self.

Towards the front wall of my pleasure tunnel I felt the almost walnut shape of my g-spot which, now aroused, was almost an inch in diameter.

My finger made a repeated beckoning action over my g-spot and the tension started to build within my tummy and inside my pussy. By now I was groaning as the sun beat down on my skin and my finger drove me onwards and upwards to heights I'd barely reached before. I was holding back, frightened to let myself go and then suddenly I couldn't take any more and screamed out as an orgasm took over my body. As it did so I felt something, it felt like liquid, erupting from my depths and ejaculating out of me.

"Oh God! Oh God," I cried out, "What's happening, what's fucking happening?"

Another orgasm took over from the last one and, as it did so, I took my hands away from my pussy to grasp and squeeze onto my tits as if I was holding on to life itself.

"Fucking hell, fucking hell," I kept saying as my body finally slowed and I tried to regain what composure I could.

I lay still listening to my heart thumping under my breasts, making them vibrate, and I tried to gather my thoughts.

"Oh God, I think I've squirted, ejaculated or whatever they call it."

I got up from the sun lounger and looked at the damp patch I had made. I giggled to myself and thought, "Who the fuck needs a man?" But then again, it would have been nice to have shared the moment with someone. Firsts in life are always special.

This then became my new daily pattern: walk, shower, sunbathe, masturbate.

I adapted to my new life quite well and had taken to spending most of my time nude. Even when I went walking over the fields I merely pulled on shorts and a thin top, never any underwear. I felt constantly aroused but regular masturbation quenched my desires for a limited time.

On about my tenth day I was laying naked in the back garden when I heard a car and then, to my horror, a loud knock on the front door.

I grabbed a satin robe I had and put it on quickly, knotting the belt around my waist. I made my way to the front door and there was this man.

I looked at him and he smiled. I felt frozen to the spot. His distinctive blue eyes took my breath away. For a moment I thought I knew him, but realised I couldn't possibly have met him before.

He smiled again and I stammered out a, "H-h-hello." I felt like a rabbit trapped in headlights.

"I'm the electrician and I've come to check the cottage's appliances. Here's my letter from the owners as verification. It has to be done once a year for insurance purposes. I'm sorry to have disturbed you ..."

I still stood still awestruck. I had no idea why this guy had such an effect on me. He was about 43, maybe slightly less and looked, well sort of average, but then there were those eyes.

At last I came to my senses and said, "Oh, right, you'd better come on in."

"I'll start in the living room with the television, if that's okay."

I tightened the robe around my body but realised that this simply emphasised my tits and my protruding nipples.

I blushed and mumbled, "Okay."

I went to the kitchen and I was shaking, physically shaking and couldn't think why. Perhaps I'd been on my own for too long. I took some deep breaths and called out, "Would you like a coffee?"

"Please, white with no sugar."

I made the drinks and left his next to him.

All in all he took about an hour and a half to check that all of the electrical bits were safe. He said he had finished and would be off.

"Another coffee, before you go?"

"Please," he answered.

I hoped he didn't think I was coming on to him or anything but he appeared very polite and nice. We sat together at the table and chatted away. I asked him his name.

"Sparky", he answered, "It's what everyone calls me, what with being an electrician."

I smiled and looked into his eyes and he smiled back. I talked too much and told him how I was 23 years old and that my husband was away at the moment. In turn he told me I should try out the village pub, about seven miles away.

"I'll buy you a drink if I see you in there," he volunteered and with that he left.

I slumped into an armchair as I heard his car drive away. I was like some teenager with a crush. I couldn't think why he had this effect on me. "It must be his eyes," I told myself.

I undid the belt of my robe and gently touched my tits. My hands were trembling and I had an overwhelming sexual desire building inside me. I shut my eyes and could still see his, the blueness and the friendliness. It was if I knew him. "In another life, I guess," I told myself.

My hands were by now between my thighs stroking my clit, my breathing had quickened. I pushed a finger into my pussy, then two more. There was plenty of room, I was so wet, my fingers became slippery with my juices as I finger fucked myself. Then that feeling came again, the build up of tension.

"No I can't, I can't, I mustn't," I said over and over as my fingers pushed in and out of my pussy. Then it happened, just as before. I couldn't stop or control myself as I orgasmed and felt a stream of juices propelled from inside of me.

"Oh God, no, oh no." I'd made the chair seat wet and tears were running down my cheeks but I continued fucking myself until a second orgasm ripped through my body.

The next day I made a decision. I had to see Sparky again. I didn't know why but it was almost out of my control. I made a plan. I'd drive to the big supermarket, which was about 18 miles away and then, on the way back, I'd look in on the village he had mentioned. I'd go in for something to eat. "Yes, that was what I'll do."

Late that afternoon I set out for the supermarket, got my provisions for the week ahead, and returned via the village pub. It was now about seven o'clock in the evening so into the pub I went to see if I could get anything to eat.

Inside was quaint and cosy but there was no Sparky to be seen. I ordered a glass of wine and some food and sat in a corner. There were only a couple of other customers and I sat feeling a bit conspicuous in my summer dress with the low neck line.

The food was hot and reasonably good and just as I finished in walked Sparky with a friend. Those eyes looked at me and he waved a greeting. The two men laughed and joked at the bar. I hoped they weren't making fun of me.

Sparky came over to my table and said, "Hi! How was the food?"

"Okay," I said in a weak voice.

He sat down opposite me and the tension between us was like a knife edge.

"Who the fuck is this guy?" I asked myself, but no reply came.

Sparky was now talking to me but I wasn't really listening, somehow I couldn't hear his words. I just had to get out of the pub and away from him. I was frightened at what I might do or say.

I stood up to leave.

He looked at me and said something about buying a bottle of wine and how we could share it at my cottage.

For some inexplicable reason I nodded in agreement.

"I'll see you in about ten minutes," he informed me.

I drove back to the cottage in turmoil. This was so silly. He was too old, I was married but ... but ... I wanted him.

I was barely inside the door when his car pulled up and there he was standing in front of me in the living room, those blue eyes gazing at me longingly.

We walked towards each other as if magnetised. My arms went around his neck and his strong hands held my waist. His mouth was on mine, kissing me hard. His hands started to undo my buttons and my dress was soon on the floor. He squeezed my bare buttocks with rough hands and I almost orgasmed .

He smiled into my eyes and lifted my naked body with his strong hands and carried me up the stairs. It was if a movie was playing and I was simply watching it all happen.

Gently he laid me on the bed. I didn't try to cover myself. I wanted him, no needed him to see my body and how much I desired him. He stood by the bed undressing and as he took off his boxer shorts I almost couldn't breath as I saw his penis upright and hard. The size seemed enormous to my inexperienced eyes. I'd only ever had two lovers.

I sat up. I felt compelled to touch and hold his erection. He remained still while my shaky hands touched his warmth and solidness. His penis head was shiny, like a ripe plum and was leaking pre-cum. I bent my head to lick the clear liquid. It was as if I was worshipping something more powerful and wonderful than I had ever seen before.

He gently moved my head away and said, "I want to fuck you, right now, straight away."

I was suddenly frightened of this stranger with the familiar eyes and his thick rod.

I knew I couldn't stop him now and I opened my legs wide in acceptance. He leant over me kneeling between my thighs and gently lowered his body onto mine. His cock was at the entrance to my pussy and I felt it nudge on my lips. I was sure it would never fit but as he pushed slowly I opened up like an oyster and felt him stretch my pink softness.

Slowly more of him went inside me and my velvet walls moved further apart until at last he was fully inside me. I was stretched and filled like never before and I felt that my pussy was now a cunt.

He began to fuck my cunt. First at a steady pace but then faster and harder like some engine building up steam. His piston ploughed into me, filling and emptying me over and over. I was simply a vessel being used until I felt that tension once more in my tummy, a fluttering feeling inside my pussy exploded without warning and I orgasmed as he pumped his thick sperm deep inside my hot chasm.

Like a wave crashing against rocks I shouted out welcoming the release only to have my breath taken away by a second cumming and then a third. My cunt was leaking my juices as his penis gently wilted.

"Fucking hell", I moaned holding hands to my head feeling it could explode as well.

His blue eyes smiled at me.

"Talk to me," he said.

So I told him about my interests and so on and then I mentioned that I was born in Uxbridge, west of London.

"Me too", he said, "What a coincidence."

"Why did you leave?" I asked.

"It's a long story but my mother re-married an accountant, they had a baby. I was 18, he was boring, we argued, so I left home. Never been back since."

My hand was on his cock and I felt it growing hard again but my mind was elsewhere and my heart missed a beat. Something scared me.

"And what's your real name?"

"John. John Pringle."

He moved towards me and kissed my neck, "Let's stop the talking." His hand was on my breast.

"No", I yelled out, "No. I-I feel sick. You've got to go. Please go. Now. Please."

He looked at me puzzled and with a frown.

"You're married aren't you?" I shouted at him.

"Well sort of but ..."

"Just go. Pleeeaaase. I'll phone you."

He tried to say something else but I screamed at him like a mad woman.

He got out of bed, his cock flapped against his tummy. My God, his body was amazing and then there were those eyes. Those bloody eyes.

Sparky, John, or whatever his name was left my cottage and I stayed in bed not knowing what to think or do. Over and over in my head were the words 'an accountant, an accountant'. My dad's a Chartered Accountant ... but he's not boring ... I must somehow have drifted off to sleep.

I awoke, sweating, dreaming that my grandfather - now dead - was fucking me. This old man was shagging me hard and then I looked at his face, all crinkled and lined. Then he opened his eyes, blue eyes, and the face turned into Sparky.

"Nooooooo," I screamed.

I jumped out of bed and was violently sick in the bathroom.

I pulled on some jeans and a sweat shirt and went out to make a phone call. My mobile phone wouldn't work in this remote area. I drove my car to a public phone box and rang my mother.

"Mum, it's me," I said when she answered.

"Do you know what time it is? It's four in the morning, darling. What's wrong."

"Mum, you've got to tell me. Did you have a child before you married dad? With your first husband?

The line went quiet.

"Mum ... tell me."

"Yes, darling, I did. But I haven't seen him since just after you were born. There was this big argument ... and ... and ..."

I could hear that she was crying.

"Mum, I need to know. What was his name."

Almost in a whisper she replied, "John. John Pringle."

"Mum, can I come and stay with you and dad. Can I come tomorrow, I mean today. I could be there by this evening .."

"Of course, you can. But ... but ... what's this about John?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I mean later on today. I must go."

I left the phone box and was sick again.

I went back to the cottage, packed my things and put them in the car. I had to keep occupied, so I set off for mum and dad's house straight away. It was about a seven hour drive. I kept saying to myself, "I mustn't think about John, I mustn't."

I drove for about four hours and stopped for a break at a lorry stop and service station. It was now about 10'oclock on a lovely sunny morning. I ordered strong coffee and an English traditional full breakfast.

There were two truckers at the next table who seemed determined to chat me up. It was a nice distraction from my thoughts.

After I had finished my food they asked if I'd like to see their truck.

"Okay," I agreed. I new what they wanted. "Hope you've got condoms though."

I couldn't believe what I had said. I'd only had two lovers, well three with John, and here I was offering myself to two trucker guys.

The back of the truck was empty and the three of us got inside and pulled the doors shut. There was a low light and I stood there waiting, not fully knowing what they expected.

The biggest guy come over to me and lifted up my sweat shirt and then over my head.

"Nice tits," he grunted, his hands now on my jeans pulling them down. I stepped out of them now fully naked.

"No knickers or bra. She's a dirty slut," said the other bloke.

I stood there while they pawed at my tits and one of them told me to get on the floor. I lay down on my back with my legs slightly apart and fondled my nipples.

"Let's see your cunt properly," ordered the bigger guy.

I spread my legs wide and bent them at the knees. My hands moved to my pussy and I pulled the lips apart showing them my pinkness.

"What a fucking slut."

The other bloke unzipped his trousers and pulled a rubber condom over his cock. His trousers dropped to the floor and I remember thinking how silly he looked. He wasn't in a joking mood though and soon mounted me, his cock forcing into me. I wasn't over lubricated and it hurt as he pushed fully into me before humping me for all he was worth. His rough hands mauled my tits until he grunted and ejaculated.

He got off me and said to his mate, "I've opened her up a bit for you."

The bigger guy also had a bigger cock, much bigger and the condom didn't cover the full length of his erection. He knelt between my legs and pushed a thick finger into my cunt and then two fingers. I groaned out and I orgasmed shooting my cum over his hand.

"Fucking hell, did you see her squirt?"

It obviously excited him and he was on top of me his weight crushing my tits. His cock thrust into me hard and I screamed out. It was like I was out of control, a different person but at least it took my mind off other things.

"Fuck me, fuck me," I moaned.

And by God he did, almost ripping me apart with his size and forceful pounding. He kept going for what appeared to be ages. I thought I might pass out but he eventually came and squeezed my tits violently as he did so.

He quickly got off me and the other bloke wanked over my tits.

"Get going slut," one of them said, "We've got to get moving. Get your clothes on."

I pulled on my jeans and the sweater over my sticky, messy tits and slipped on my shoes. They virtually pushed me out of the truck like some used rubbish. I made my way to the car and was disgusted with myself but thought, "What the fuck, let any bugger fuck me, what the hell."

I drove non stop, after filling with petrol, to my parent's house.

Mum was on the doorstep when she heard my car pull into the driveway.

"Darling, darling. Oh goodness, what's happened to you?"

Mum was crying and dad looked very sad.

"Can I have a bath or a shower first, then I'll tell you what has happened."

"Of course you can, darling."

I took my bag, with a change of clothes and had a hot shower. As I looked in the mirror afterwards my face looked strained and my tits were bruised and cut. My pussy felt sore and the lips were still swollen.

I dressed properly with a bra and knickers and a pretty dress. On the surface I didn't look too bad after doing my make-up and blow drying my hair. My mind though was in turmoil.

Mum, dad and myself settled in the living room with tea and cake and I told them about John. Not everything of course. Just how I had met him when he came to check the electrics and again in the local pub.

"I've got his phone number, if you want it mum. He doesn't know that I might be his sister."

Mum, poor thing, was white and had tears in her eyes. Dad was in control but didn't say much.

"Thank you, darling."

Dad moved over to mum and put his arm round her and she cried and cried. Dad was fighting back tears.

"I'll phone him tomorrow."

"Why not now?" said dad.

"If you don't mind."

After about half an hour mum came back into the living room.

"It's him," she said. "He's married with two children, so I'm a grandmother. He said he'd come and visit us all in two weeks time."

"If that's okay with you," she added looking at dad.

"Of course it is," he said, "I just want you to be happy."

That night I phoned my husband in the USA, where he was on a work project, and told him how much I missed him.

"Hope you're not off with other guys," he laughed.

"As if," I answered.

At midnight I went to bed. It was the same bedroom I had used as a child. I lay quietly under the crisp, cool sheets and felt safe and secure. I couldn't sleep, however, and I took off my pyjamas lying naked in the dark. My hands roamed over my skin and squeezed my sore tits.

I smiled to myself and got a towel to lay beneath my lower parts. I knew I mustn't mess up mum's sheets. As I pushed my fingers inside my cunt I was wet and slippery. I felt like an experienced woman now and I found the walnut shape of my g-spot. I stroked it gently, teasing myself, wanting the feelings of pleasure and wantoness to last forever.

My fingers were running with my juices as I finger fucked myself and rubbed my special spot. Gradually I built up the incredible tension once more, like winding up a spring. I was breathing hard, licking my lips, seeing how long I could hold back, a few more turns ...

Ahhh God! And then the volcano erupted, I couldn't believe the ferocity as the lava burst forth over my hands and onto the towel. I tried to be quiet as my body trembled and my breasts shook.

Next morning I awoke with a jerk.

"Fuck," I said to myself, "I had unprotected sex with my brother and didn't use any contraception."

"Oh no, please God, please God ..."


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This is a story about my friend's experience mingled with her fantasy. I have written it as if she was telling you about it herself. Strictly for adults only.

I love the way my breasts look. They are large and full looking with big sticky-out nipples. What's more they are full of milk - too much milk!

I gave birth to a baby about six months ago and, since then, my body has become virtually everything I ever wished for. I've worked hard on getting my tummy flat, and have succeeded fairly well, and then there are my tits. I think they are simply amazing.

I produce a lot of milk naturally and this makes my breasts tingle with pleasure. I feel sexy all of the time, so no post natal depression for me. I delight in having to express some of my excess milk during the day, squeezing and pulling on my nipples or sometimes using a small pump to do the job. As the milk flows so do my pussy juices.

From all of this you might be thinking that life is great for me. After all I have a wonderful baby, tits to die for and I'm constantly aroused sexually. Well all of these are fantastic, but then there is the downside - my husband.

He now calls me 'mummy' and thinks my tits are only for the baby. He's also not too keen on sex at the moment. Sure we have a once a week coupling, but it's routine and is over very quickly leaving me feeling let down and frustrated.

The truth is that my husband doesn't like my tits, especially when they leak milk. Whereas I want him to ravish them, suck them and lick up any milk, he wants to run a mile.

"They are for baby," he says.

I know that other men like the look of my body. I've taken to wearing plunging necklines and thin tops. This is only while my husband is at work though. He'd go nuts if he knew, after all I'm a mother now and not a sexual object - well that's his opinion.

When I get the chance I'm leaning over to show off my cleavage and watch as guys look at the shape of my extended nipples. Sometimes they are surrounded by a damp patch. When I get home, and the baby is asleep, I'm off upstairs to masturbate plunging my fingers into my wet honey pot and pulling on my nipples until the milk flows over my tits and chest. I have some amazing orgasms in contrast to the husband's boring efforts on a Saturday night

Well that's how things were. I'm pleased to say that the situation has now actually improved. This is what happened about ten days ago.

I was struggling with getting some shopping out of my car while, at the same time, trying to hold onto my baby. My neighbour's son, Tim, came over and asked if he could help. I'd never really noticed him much before as he's a quiet young man and keeps himself to himself. He's about twenty or twenty-one, tall and quite good looking whereas I am 34.

Anyway, he helped me take the shopping into my kitchen and I asked him if he'd like a cold drink as it was a hot, sunny day.

"Please," he said.

The baby was asleep so we sat outside in the sunshine. I was wearing a thin summer dress, which was low cut, and as I handed Tim his drink his eyes were on my breasts. I was almost embarrassed, what with him being so young and also our neighbour's son, but at the same time I felt myself becoming very aroused.

He didn't say much but kept on glancing at my chest whenever he thought I wouldn't notice. I knew that my milk was leaking slightly and that this was making my nipples almost visible through the thin cotton material of my dress. I liked the feeling that this gave me and also the thought of him looking at me.

I made some excuse to go indoors so that I could see how I looked in the mirror. This turned me on even more. I know this sounds irresponsible but I had to take everything a step further. I undid the top of my dress so that I could take off my bra . My unhindered tits swung free and I almost orgasmed as I touched my leaking nipples.

I wished Tim could see me so I did the next best thing.

I left my bra off and did up my dress leaving the top two buttons unfastened. My tits were free to move and the nipples were barely hidden. My knees shaking slightly I made my way back outside. Needless to say Tim's eyes were almost popping out of his head. I had to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together to keep myself under control. God, I wanted to show him my tits and also the rest of me.

After a few minutes Tim stammered that he had to go. I went with him into the house and through to the front door. As I opened the door my damp breasts brushed against his bare arm.

He turned and said, "If I can help with the shopping again. Or anything, I'd ....." He got lost for words.

"That would be good. What about on Friday, say two o'clock?"

"Yes, yes I can do that," he answered and off he went.

I shut the door and my hands were actually shaking, like some teenager on a first date. "Fuck, what have I done," I asked myself.

My mouth was dry, but my thighs were moist. As I made my way upstairs I pulled off my dress. I got a large towel and laid it on the bed before taking off my knickers. I didn't know where to begin, my tits and pussy were craving attention.

One hand went directly to my pussy and the lips parted easily as I felt the slippery inside of my pinkness. My other hand was pulling on my nipples and I could feel the milk begin to flow and squirt over my tummy as I finger fucked my drenched cunt.


I changed hands and rubbed my pussy juices onto my nipples and tits and milk onto my hard, exposed clitoris. I cried out, my whole body trembling, as I plundered my body with my fingers and hands. I orgasmed so powerfully that it almost took my breath away and then I came again. There was no let up, I was completely out of control.

I was groaning and panting as I gradually slowed and I lay still breathing heavy, my heart pounding in my ears. My body was covered with my milk and my thighs with my pussy juices. I tried to lay still but my hands had minds of their own and they massaged my damp body to another orgasm.

Eventually I got to my feet and went for a shower.

As soon as I had dressed in clean clothes the baby started to cry and then, a short while later, my husband arrived home.

"Did you have a good day, mummy?" he asked.

I felt I could have hit him, but I didn't of course.

"Yes thanks", I smiled through gritted teeth.

I couldn't stop thinking about Friday and to seeing that look of desire again on Tim's face.

Friday arrived, as it always does, and I took my baby to my mother's house. She loves to look after him. I also did the shopping early, leaving my bags in the car so Tim could bring them indoors for me. I felt like a spider setting a trap.

It was still hot, temperature-wise, so I wore just shorts and a thin top. I didn't wear a bra or knickers. As I looked at myself my nipples could clearly be seen and the shorts clung to my bottom and pubic mound. I felt so sexy. I hadn't expressed any milk from by breasts so they felt tender and wanton.

I almost jumped when the doorbell rang. I was so nervous.

I opened the door and there was Tim. He looked so lovely, and also very young, in his shorts and t-shirt.

"Come in, come in. Drink?"

"Yes please."

I led him into the living room where it was cool and he sat on the settee. I went for the drinks.

I returned and bent low, as I handed him his glass, so that he would be able to see down my top. I saw that he was trembling a little as he held his drink. I sat next to him and he asked how my baby was doing. I told him that he was at my mother's house this afternoon.

I don't think either of us knew what to say. Somehow we got on to the subject of feeding the baby and I said that I still breastfed him.

I then blurted out, "Can't you tell by the size of my tits."

I felt I could have died with shame, at what I had said, but Tim just commented, "They look very nice."

My face flushed , "Oh do you think so?"

"Yes, they are amazing."

"Would you like to look at them properly?"

Once more I couldn't believe what I'd said. It was as if someone else was directing my words. "What on earth made me say that ," I asked myself

Tim looked at me and nodded, "Please."

With quivering hands I undid the buttons on my top and my breasts pushed themselves out on display. I let the garment fall off my shoulders.

Tim looked at me with a wonderful lustful gaze.

"Can you see that this nipple is leaking milk?" I asked.

He nodded again.

My heart was thumping like mad but this was what I wanted. I wanted to be looked at and desired sexually. I reached down and undid my shorts and shuffled them over my hips and onto the floor. Now I was naked. Tim was looking at my body and I loved it. I felt like a woman again.

"You can touch me."

He reached out one hand, to the leaking nipple, and touched the flow of milk. He then licked this from his fingers.

"Nice?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Why don't you have a suck to get a proper taste."

I supported my breast with one hand as his mouth moved towards my nipple. He first licked the milk and I let out a whimper of pleasure. He moved back quickly, worried that he'd done something wrong.

"Don't stop, suck my nipple."

And then he did.

As he sucked gently it was as if my dreams had come true. I felt the milk flow into his mouth and I orgasmed. I couldn't help myself, it was as if the floodgates of my desires had finally been released.

He continued sucking and drinking my milk. I was breathing deeply and heavily. I took his free hand and placed it on my pussy. With my hand over his I guided his fingers inside my wetness and he started to finger fuck me. I was in heaven as waves of pleasure flowed through my body.

I left his hand to do what it wanted and reached out to touch his shorts. His cock was hard and I rubbed it with my hand. He let out a cry and as I undid his zip he ejaculated violently, his cream shooting everywhere. I also let out a strange animal-like noise as I orgasmed again, my hands sticky with his sperm.

He pulled away from me saying, "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I've made such a mess."

"Don't be silly, it doesn't matter."

I kissed him on the lips quickly and went to fetch a large towel and a damp flannel. When I returned I pulled his shorts off completely and wiped away his thick cream. I dried him with the towel and as I did so his penis began to rise again.

"The wonder of a young man," I told myself.

I held his rod, which by now was pulsating in my hand and was as solid as an iron bar.

"Come on fuck me," I ordered him.

I spread the towel on the floor and lay on my back, holding my tits. They were both leaking milk now and droplets flowed onto my chest. I spread my legs wide as he moved on top of me. I steered him into my wet cunt.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard."

He thrust into me, his hardness and size taking me by surprise. I felt my vaginal muscles tighten around his thickness and then relax as he pushed fully into me. His mouth was on my tits sucking hard on my nipples, taking each in turn as if trying to stem the flow of milk. His cock was pounding into my softness. I wanted him to consume me, to eat me and to fill me with his spunk. I wanted it to last forever, this feeling, this moment of satisfaction and completion.

I wrapped my legs around his waist wanting him deeper and harder. I could feel milk now flowing from my breasts as he screamed out, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

His penis jerked inside my cunt and then I felt that special moment as he ejaculated and spurted his life force into my deepness. At the same time my stomach vibrated with the beginnings of my own orgasm as my juices flooded free mixing with the hot sperm. My tits were quivering and flowing with milk

My body was screaming with pleasure as sweat, milk, vaginal juices and tears were flooding from me.

Tim moved away from me. I thought about how few words we had exchanged and yet, for a while at least, we were as one.

"I'd better go," he said awkwardly.

I smiled as he dressed, admiring his body and his youthfulness.

"Bye."

"Bye."

I lay back on the towel and touched my clitoris. It was engorged and firm. I gently took it between two fingers and massaged myself to a further orgasm.

Feeling finally sated I looked over at the clock. I jumped up. I had to fetch my baby from my mother, prepare dinner and a host of other things. I chuckled to myself when I remembered that I also still had to bring the shopping in from the car. I guess Tim had other thoughts on his mind!

That night things were much the same with my husband but somehow everything he said seemed to annoy me. Why couldn't he love me the way I was? He used to want me. There was a time when he couldn't get enough of me, always groping and touching me. But that was before the baby.

Saturday night came and I was determined that things would be different. I bought a couple of bottles of strong red wine to drink after the baby was asleep. I thought if we relaxed and talked perhaps we could get back to a proper sex life.

The wine was definitely strong and I soon felt quite light headed. I hoped my husband was as well. If he relaxed, if he lost his inhibitions, perhaps he would fuck me like I know he could.

We chatted away quite happily and then somehow, like most new parents, we got talking about our baby and then moved on to the subject of breast feeding.

I was quite giggly by now and he said my tits were like udders. For once I didn't take offence and said, "But if you were a vet you'd be interested in them wouldn't you?"

Okay it's a daft thing to say, and I only said it because I'd been drinking, but he said, "Yes, I suppose I would."

"Well animal doctor, perhaps you should examine this cow."

"Perhaps I should."

"Upstairs, in twenty minutes?"

"Yes, okay," he agreed.

I didn't know what we were going to do but I left him sitting on the settee while I went enthusiastically upstairs to prepare.

I had a quick shower, massaged myself with oils and then I spread a large towel (I get through a lot of towels!) over the bedroom floor. I also got a plastic bowl and placed this on the towel.

By now I was quite drunk, but knew what I was doing.

When I heard my husband coming upstairs I dropped my dressing gown so that I was completely naked and knelt on the towel on all fours. The bowl was underneath my tits and I had my legs spread apart.

He entered the room and I went, "Mooooo."

"What the heck ..."

"Mooooo," I uttered again.

He looked at me in almost disbelief but, to my surprise, he played along with the game.

"So this is the cow, I've got to examine, is it?"

"Mooooo."

He sat down next to me, still fully dressed, and said, "Mmmm, now let's have a look."

He reached under me and squeezed my breasts. "They are nice full, firm udders but they need milking. Suppose I'd better do it."

"Mooooo," I agreed.

His hands reached under me and squeezed one of my breasts. I gasped out a moo sound as he grasped my nipple between his strong fingers. Slowly he pulled downwards and I heard the first drops of milk hit the plastic bowl.

The droplets turned into a full flow and the feeling was indescribable. I was breathing deeply , my eyes closed as he continued to milk me. First one tit then the other.

The flow slowed and he said, "Suppose I'd better examine the rest of the cow now."

"Mooooo," I mooed shakily.

His hands gently touched my tummy and caressed my bottom before reaching between my legs. I spread myself open a little more. I wanted him to see and touch every inch of me. My cunt felt on fire and I knew I was soaking wet. His fingers opened my vaginal lips and he held them apart admiring my pinkness and lubricated inner parts. I hoped he could also see my clitoris.

Fingers slipped easily into my soft velvet folds and I let out a long sigh of satisfaction and approval. He slid in and out of me as I stayed on all fours, like a good little cow, then with his other hand he fingered my anus. I'd only ever had anal sex once and mixed feelings of excitement and fear rushed through my body. A finger invaded my rosebud while the inside of my cunt was still being massaged.

Fuck, it felt so good. The finger penetrated me more and I lost control and my whole body vibrated with orgasm, my tits swinging from side to side. I could feel my own juices almost shooting out of me but my husband continued with his manipulations until after I had cum a second time.

I was panting for breath not sure if I could take any more.

Now I know cow's don't normally talk but I said, "Perhaps the cow needs your special big injection."

I could hear my husband undo his zip on his trousers and his penis slapped against my bottom. I knew I wanted more, "Fuck this cow, fuck her."

His cock head eased into my sopping cunt and I pushed back at him wanting him to fill me, to inject me, to swamp me with his thick white cream. I heard drips of my milk once more hitting the bowl underneath my tits as he started to give me the full length of his penis. He powered in and out of me, no longer being gentle, pummelling my womb as he did so. His hands grabbed my tits and squeezed hard as he continued fucking me.

All cow-like noises now forgotten he made his familiar grunt instead as he spurted his load in my secret depths. I tried to remain still, enjoying the moment, as his hands pulled on my nipples releasing the last few drops of milk and his cock gushed and finally stilled.

"Phewwww, mooooo," I said.

We moved onto the bed and my husband kissed and cuddled me properly for the first time in over six months and said how much he loved me. He then laughed and said he never thought he'd ever end up having sex with a cow.

He kissed my tits and said, "I bet Tim would like to see these. His dad's always on about how he thinks Tim fancies you. Seemingly he's always watching you, lusting after you"

"Really?" I said jokingly, "Well, I'll have to see if I can oblige him some time."

"Now that could be fun," said the husband, and he sounded as if he meant it.

My mind began racing. I started imagining Tim and my husband both sucking on my tits, drinking my milk, and then fucking me. Maybe I could advertise: "Cow For Hire" or "Udders For Rent." All sorts of dirty things were filling my head.

I could feel myself becoming randy. I reached over and whispered in my husband's ear, "This cow needs injecting again ..."

Kay xx



P.S. As the cowmedian said, "I said to him: pull the udder one ..."

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My husband asked me to accompany him on a business trip and, as I felt I needed a break from my own business, I decided to accept his offer. It was only for a few days in Eastbourne but I hoped this would give me the opportunity to somehow show myself off a little - or even a lot! It had been ages since I last had a ‘naughty’ experience and I sure needed some sexual stimulation in my life again. I think it must have been a month since I last had even basic sex.

We arrived at our hotel late at night and went straight to bed as we were both tired after a long, hectic day. I knew a good sleep would have me randy and raring to go the next day.

I awoke at about eight o’clock and my husband wasn’t about. I guessed he must have gone down to breakfast without me so I had a shower. The water was wonderfully warm with a strong force that made my body come alive. The spray soon had my breasts tingling and my nipples perky.

As I massaged shower gel onto my skin I felt myself getting turned on. "This is how I should feel all of the time", I told myself, "Stimulated and sensual."

Stepping out of the shower and into an enormous fluffy bath towel raised my senses even more. I soon abandoned the towel to look at my nakedness in the full length mirror. I quite liked what I saw: a toned body with a flat tummy and large firm, yet soft, welcoming breasts with dark swollen nipples. "Yes, not bad for 41", I informed my reflection.

The only imperfection, I told myself, was my pubic hair that I had allowed to regrow. "It’ll have to go", so off I set with my scissors cutting the longer lengths before using my Ladyshave to remove all trace and leave me as smooth as the day I was born. As I run my hand over my mound I groaned at my new found sensitivity. I could see my clit and vaginal folds now bared and unveiled. I couldn’t wait to show them off and became moist at the thought.

Putting on a short, slinky, satin robe I returned to the bedroom to see my fully dressed, and fed, husband sitting looking out of the window. I was glowing under my sensuous covering and I could tell that he liked what he saw. I loosened the belt so that the robe draped open.

He saw my shaven pussy and said, "God, that looks good enough to eat".

"Go on then."

"What now?"

"Please, pleeeease", I whispered, almost begging, and stood with my legs slightly apart and my smoothness pushed forward and exposed.

For once, much to my surprise, he did as he was asked and knelt before me. I let out a long, "mmmmmm" sound, as his lips touched the softness of my inner thigh and gently traced a path up to my vagina. I glanced out of the window and was sure there was a man looking from the building opposite in our direction. This made me almost cum instantaneously and I shrugged the robe off my shoulders so that it dropped to the floor.

Absolute heaven. Me completely naked and being licked and eaten while another man watched. I was on fire and thrust my groin impatiently towards my husband. "Put your tongue in me", I groaned and I reached down to part my pussy lips with my fingers. As his hot breath reached my centre I knew I couldn’t hold back and my climax shook through my body as I felt my juices running, almost pumping, onto his tongue. I immediately came again as I saw that the man opposite was still looking. I was hot and didn’t want the moment to stop.

"Strewth", said my husband, "you must have needed that."

He was certainly right! But, ever the typical male, he simply got to his feet and went to the bathroom to wash his face and gargle with mouthwash. I was left feeling frustrated and needing more. "A good hard fucking would have been nice", I muttered to myself.

With his mint flavoured mouth my husband returned to inform me that he was off for the day and he’d see me at about six in the evening. I saw him to the door still naked and tried to kiss him goodbye but he shut the door behind him quickly. "In case anyone sees you", were his parting words.

"Fuck! I wish they would."

The man had also gone from the window opposite so I started to prepare myself for the day ahead and see what, if any, adventures I could have.

It was sunny outside, so a good excuse to wear as little as possible. After a freshen up I pulled on a red, silky thong. Well it was almost a g-string as it was so small, with ribbon like ties, and just about covered my pussy. I then chose a thin dress with a low neckline that fastened at the front with buttons. No bra needed today, so the shape of my firm nipples showed through the material and my breasts moved as I walked jiggling my cleavage. I felt so sexy that I was tempted to masturbate before I went out but held back to prolong the pleasure.

By the time I was ready to leave it was nearly ten o’clock so I didn’t bother with breakfast and just had a quick coffee in the room.

I headed for the town centre and attracted a few appreciative male glances as I walked. The sun warmed my skin and extended my nipples further. I felt amazingly free and there was a tantalising throb under my thong that made me smile to myself with anticipation.

I walked round several shops without incident until I went into a small lingerie shop called ‘Secret Things’. They had some lovely, lacy bras and thongs, of various styles, that quite took my fancy. A pretty dark haired girl, about 23 or 24, appeared from the back of the shop, smiled sweetly and said, "Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. Is there anything you would like to try on?"

I told her there was and she asked my bra size. I joked and said I was sure my boobs kept altering so she suggested that she measured me so I could get a proper fit. "Fine", I agreed.

She told me to go into a smaller private room at the back of the shop while she put a temporary ‘closed’ sign on the door. "It’s because I’m on my own today", she informed me.

The ‘measuring room’ was very hot and quite intimate because of it’s size. I undid the buttons of my dress at the top and slipped my shoulders out of the small sleeves. The dress fell to my hips and then, without warning, onto the floor. This was quite by accident as I had never previously had the urge to expose myself to a woman.

The girl, Sandra, didn’t seem too shocked by me standing in just my tiny thong and shoes. She picked up my dress and hung it over a chair before reaching a tape under my breasts to get the first size. I felt sure her hands were slightly shaking, perhaps it was just my imagination. She then measured the fullest part of my bust to enable her to work out the correct cup size. Her fingers lightly brushed over my nipples. To my amazement I shivered with pleasure.

"W-w-what style bra would you like try?", Sandra asked.

"I’m looking for something uplifting and pretty that gives me a good cleavage, but doesn’t cover my nipples", I replied.

"Oh, we have a couple like that. I, erm, bought myself one but my boyfriend won’t let me wear it outside the house", Sandra said, looking a bit flustered by her remark. She continued quickly, "I’ll go and get them for you."

I looked at myself in a mirror and could see my nipples were decidedly hard and there was a dampness forming between my breasts. I rubbed my tits with my hands just as Sandra returned. She handed me the first bra and helped me do up the back. I thought it looked incredible. My breasts were lifted and rounded by being supported underneath but my nipples were free and uncovered. I glanced in the mirror and my nipples looked so large, swollen and erect that I wanted to touch them.

I could see Sandra was looking at me and her own hardened nipples were now showing through her blouse and bra. There was a sexual tension in the room that I could hardly believe or even understand.

"I’ll certainly have this one please", I said.

She released the clip for me at the back of my bra and watched as my tits fell loose and swung free. "Do you want to try the other bra as well?"

I was becoming a little scared by my feelings and said, "No, I think I’ll just have the one, thanks."

"We also have some special breast firming cream if you are interested", Sandra added.

I tried to make light of the situation and laughed saying, "Are you trying to say my boobs are saggy?"

She went quite red faced, "No! No, you have beautiful breasts ... oh sorry, I shouldn’t have said that."

"That’s okay, don’t worry. Go on then, show me the cream."

"I’ve got a sample if you’d like to try it", she said handing me a large jar. "You can use it now if you want."

Then, I don’t know what come over me because I answered, "I will if you’ll massage it on for me." I felt such an idiot saying this but she took the jar from me and slowly unscrewed the lid while holding my gaze. She took out a large dollop of cream with one hand and gently smeared this on my right breast. It was like lightening had touched me and I let out a heavy sigh.

Sandra took another large amount for my left breast and put the jar down on a shelf. Her warm, delicate hands touched each of my tits at the same time as she massaged the cream firmly into my skin, her red finger nails contrasting with the colour of my tits.

I stood still, my heart was thumping, as she continued to smooth and rub the cream all over my boobs. I was so turned on and could feel my thong getting very moist. I arched my back slightly so that my tits were thrust forward and I could hear Sandra breathing heavily. She started to pull on my nipples like she was milking them and I shuddered with pleasure. I reached down to my thong and circled my firm clit through the silky material. "God, I’m so wet", I told myself shakily.

Suddenly, it was as if I was out of control and I pushed my thong down my thighs and plunged two fingers into my wetness. I moaned out loud and started pumping my fingers in and out of my cunt. Sandra released my breasts and stood watching me while squeezing and pinching her own tits and nipples. My fingers were pounding my velvet walls while my other hand circled and rubbed my clit. All restraint by now completely gone I started to cum, my hands were drenched and I started to shake as wave after wave of powerful vibrations shot through my body. My head was swaying, my tits bouncing as I came over and over again. Sweating and gasping for breath I gradually slowed just as a phone started to ring returning me back to reality.

In a daze I heard Sandra speaking, "Good morning Secret Things lingerie. How can I help you? ..... Oh right .... right .... see you in ten minutes then."

She then looked at me, "That’s my boss. Unfortunately he’s coming to the shop and will be here in ten minutes."

I quickly reached for my dress and pulled up my thong feeling very embarrassed. I was in a panic and wanted to get out of the shop as quickly as possible. "I’ll pick up the bra later, thanks", I said but, before I could do anything, Sandra touched my face and kissed me softly on the lips while grinding her pubic bone into my thigh. She gasped as she came straight away. Trembling I rushed outside into the bright sunshine.

I found a seat in a coffee shop to gather my thoughts and senses. I felt foolish and yet exhilarated and I smiled to myself, "God, I’m insatiable at times." The coffee helped me pull myself together but the musk smell lingering on my fingers, and the waiter looking down the front of my dress, made me realise that I was still feeling very sexy. "And that damn cream isn’t helping. It’s making my tits tight and tingly."

The rest of the day went without any more adventures so I made my way back to the hotel at about half past five. I stripped off my clothes for another shower and afterwards decided a little masturbation wouldn’t go amiss. I’d brought with me one of my vibrators so I lay on the bed taking it nice and slow. This break was certainly doing me good! I then heard a noise at the door. It was my husband and it sounded like he had someone with him. All I could do was quickly get under the bed clothes.

My husband looked shocked to see me in bed, as did his business contact Jeff - a smart, nice looking man of about 35. I mumbled something about how I was feeling tired and was having a rest. My husband explained that Jeff would be taking us both out to dinner to sign a business contract. I was to meet them at eight o’clock at a Bistro near to the hotel.

"And wear something sexy", whispered my husband while Jeff was in the bathroom, "If I get this contract signed I’ll make a serious amount of money and, besides, Jeff appreciates a hot looking woman."

With that they both left the room with Jeff saying, "I look forward to seeing more of you."

"Yes, I’ll make sure of that", I said under my breath.

With interesting prospects for the evening ahead I abandoned my masturbation session and slowly got ready for dinner.

If my husband wanted sexy I could do sexy! Black shiny, lacy topped, hold up stockings, high heels and let’s see ... ah yes. I have a completely see through top, that looks something like a sleeveless T-shirt. It hides nothing so I normally wear a fancy bra underneath. Over this a thin lacy cardigan, held together by two small buttons, to protect a little of my modesty - at least for a while.

I pulled on a thong but as I was throbbing underneath I decided tonight was a time to go commando - so off came the unwanted garment. A silky clinging skirt with a button front would suffice. The look, and being naked underneath, certainly made me very feel horny.

The food was great at the Bistro and I was seated between my husband and Jeff. The free flowing wine was making me quite light headed and any inhibitions I may have had were disappearing more and more with every glass I drank.

The Bistro was empty when we finished our meal and the three of us were in high spirits, laughing and talking. I was genuinely feeling hot - temperature wise - so I undid my cardigan and took it off. This stopped the conversation.

"Wow", uttered Jeff eventually as he licked his lips while looking at my breasts that were covered, but far from hidden.

My husband didn’t quite know what to say or do and made some comment about how I must have forgotten my underwear.

"Yes, all of it", I answered.

"You gonna prove that?", asked Jeff. "Tell you what, if you do, I’ll definitely sign the contract ... otherwise, who knows ... Oh, and I’d like the guys from the Bistro to witness this as well."
I turned to my husband for help in what to answer but he said nothing. "Okay", I agreed.

Jeff left the table and went to speak to the Bistro staff who, it turned out, were his friends. They pulled down the window blinds, locked the door and arranged five seats in a semi-circle around a high stool by the bar. I was beginning to feel a little uneasy but the contract was, after all, worth a lot of money I reminded myself. I wished though that my husband would give me a sign of approval for what I was about to do.

There were three staff: the owner George, about 55; his nephew Marco about 25 and a young lad, Leo, of 18. They took their seats and Jeff called me and my husband to join them - with me sitting on the stool.

"Okay, get your skirt off", ordered Jeff.

I first reached for a bottle of wine on the bar and filled my glass and downed the drink in a few swallows. I needed an extra shot of courage.

While various remarks were being made I began to undo the buttons on my skirt, starting at the hem. The tension was building and soon only the waist band button remained. I parted the skirt to expose my lower regions to a round of applause and various crude statements about my shaven pussy. Finally I undid the remaining button and my skirt fell away completely. I sat still, breathing heavily, while they took in the view.

"Now walk up and down."

I got off the stool and started to walk to the far side of the Bistro and back again. It all felt extremely sexy, more so than if I had been completely naked. My transparent top stopped just above my belly button and I was then naked to the tops of my stockings. The thin material caressed my nipples and once more they became harder and extended and I knew my pussy was extremely wet.

I kept on walking backwards and forwards while they watched. I felt so wanted and lusted after, I needed to show them more and for someone to touch my flesh.

I walked towards Marco and sat on his lap. He appeared surprised and looked towards the others, one of his arms went around my waist and the other touched my thigh but, to my disappointment, this was all he did.

After a few minutes I got up and moved to George who immediately pulled me onto his knee while grabbing at one of my tits. This felt more like it. His hand pulled on my nipples quite hard before heading between my legs and straightaway to my wet pussy. Without waiting or exploring me further he pushed fingers into me making me groan loudly. I opened my legs as he started to finger me in and out. "That’s it", I cried out, "Finger fuck me ... go on, go on."

His thick fingers thrust in and out of my cunt as my legs spread wider. I wanted them all to see my wetness, my clit and my engorged cunt expanding open with desire. I grabbed my tits as I was being pumped until my orgasm flooded over me and onto George’s fingers and hand. He kept thrusting until I screamed out loud, "Fuck, fuck, fuck", as I came again leaving me sweating and making animal like noises from my throat.

I sat still for a moment with my legs open while they told me what a sexy, wet slut I was. Recovering control I got up from George and stood in front of Leo. How young, fresh and innocent he looked. He stared at my body and I held my tits and pushed my pussy mound forward for him to touch or do whatever he wanted. His hand moved towards me and a finger gently rubbed my cunt between the outer lips. I started to want more again and reached forward to the zip on his jeans. I pulled the jeans open while looking deep into his eyes. His cock was solid and waiting with pre-cum oozing out. I grasped the shaft and moved my hand up and down a couple of times. He moaned and a great spurt of white cream erupted from him, thick and warm and onto my tummy. I wanked him until there was no more remaining and turned to look at Jeff.

"Come here you slut."

I went and straddled his lap and his hands went to my breasts, he lifted my top and started to suck hard on my nipples as I shoved them willingly into his mouth.

"Wait", he said and started to undo his trousers to enable his penis to spring free. It was so massive and erect, probably the biggest I had ever seen. The head was purple and like a large plump plum. My hand reached to touch him but my fingers wouldn’t reach round the veined girth completely. I did the best I could and as I was straddling him I stood up so that I could move his cock and rub it against my wanting clit. I was like a bitch on heat I needed this monster inside me, deep in my cunt.

"Use a condom", shouted my husband and handed Jeff one. I couldn’t believe he was agreeing to me having sex with someone else.

Spurred on by my his obvious approval I ripped off my top and lay on the floor in front of them all with my legs wide apart and my knees raised off the ground. I was thrusting my saturated swollen cunt up and down waiting and wanting to be fucked as Jeff rolled on his condom.

He didn’t bother to undress but simply lowered his trousers with his penis hard and rampant and pointing at my wet hole. "Fuck me", I groaned, "For God’s sake fuck me."

His prick touched my clit and I screamed, "Get that fucking thing in me now ... please ... please."
As I pushed towards him the head slipped into me, my wetness making it easy for him to penetrate. As he pushed further I felt my cunt stretching and opening as never before. I felt I would split in two. It was almost painful and yet so pleasurable. Still more of his cock went into me and I felt my cunt trying to suck him in deeper. I was squeezing my tits and pulling on my nipples. Eventually he was fully inside me, so deep it felt like he was massaging my womb and internal organs. Slowly he started to move in and out and I was gasping and thrashing about underneath him wanting release, wanting to cum, wishing he could fill me with his semen. I couldn’t take any more, I let out a scream as he pounded into me gaining speed, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. My whole body shook as ecstasy erupted inside me and my climax released all of the built up tensions. I wanted his cock to stay in me for hours and hours filling and violating me.

Jeff then grunted loud and I felt his sperm shoot into the condom as his cock expanded and pulsated time after time. Once he was finished and without any warning he pulled out of me leaving me feeling empty and as if part of me was missing. "Sorry", he said, "I’ve got a contract to sign." I knew I had been used.

I looked up and there was George wanking over me and a spray of cum splashed over my breasts.

Slowly I staggered to my feet looking for my clothes, first wiping away George’s spunk with a bar towel. I soon had my skirt and cardigan on, the see through top was too ripped to wear. Jeff and my husband were shaking hands and the contract was handed over, the deal completed.

"Let’s go", said my husband abruptly and we left the Bistro to walk back to the hotel.

"Still flashing your tits I see you fucking whore", grunted my spouse when he saw they were barely covered. I pulled the cardigan together to try and hide my quivering cleavage.

"Don’t bother whore, let every fucker see", he continued, "How could I be married to such a slut?"

He continued calling me whore, slut, filthy cunt and other names all the way back to the hotel. We eventually reached our room and he angrily repeated the same thing, "You are a fucking filthy whore."

The peculiar thing was that his words were turning me on again. "So why don’t you punish me then?"

I stood in front of him and undid my cardigan and skirt so that I was naked other than for my stockings and heels. "Go on punish me."

He grabbed me by the shoulders and sat in a chair pulling me over his knee with my bottom in the air.

Thwack! His hand hit my bottom. "Whore." Then again. "Fucking slut." Each smack stung for a moment but the glow afterwards took me to new heights. I opened my legs as much as I could so that he could see my anus and cunt as he struck me. Soon he was reaching and slapping my gaping pussy. I wriggled off his lap and onto the bed where I knelt on all fours with my head down and my arse high, pointing towards him, my legs spread. Everything was available to him, whatever he wanted. I felt him behind me, his hard penis slapping against my bottom.

"Take me hard, be rough."

His cock was soon slamming powerfully into my cunt as far as he could go. In and out, in and out. Then he stopped and pulled out and was fingering my anus. We had never had anal sex before. His penis was wet and slippery from my pussy and the head pushed at my virgin opening. I was gasping with anticipation and my heart was pounding away faster and faster. I screamed out as he entered my rosebud for the first time. I was frightened but he pushed further into me as I tried to relax my anal muscles. Again he thrust forward and went further into me. Soon he was fucking my arse and again calling me a whore and a slut. I didn’t think I could take any more, there were tears in my eyes as he ripped into me. He withdrew quickly and turned me over roughly shuffling his penis towards my mouth.

"Open your mouth, you whore." He rubbed his cock hard until he came aiming his spunk into my mouth. There was so much I nearly choked. "Swallow it all, slut." I did my best but some was running down my chin and over my face. At last he was finished and slumped next to me.

"God", I thought, "What’s wrong with me."

I awoke a few hours later and went to the bathroom.

My husband was awake when I slipped back into bed.

"I’m sorry", he said. "I promised Jeff he could fuck you if he signed the contract. I shouldn’t have done that."

"You fucking pimp", I said.

"I guess we make a good team then, whore, don’t we? Oh by the way I do love you. I love you very much."

Before I could say anything else he lent over and kissed me and went on to make gentle, sensuous love to me, just as I remembered from when we were first married. It was wonderful as he finally filled me with his hot semen, our juices mingling together.

At last I felt properly and fully satisfied ... well, at least for a while!

Kay xx

P.S. You can read my diary on my other blog: My Sexual Diary

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Throbbing Under My Thong - Part 2 - Adults Only

Girls For You - age 18-30 / Girls For You - age 31-40
Girls For You - age 41-65

ADULTS ONLY. I would suggest that you first read Chapter 1 to get the full enjoyment from this story but, whatever, enjoy!

I looked at my husband’s expression, it was one of almost disbelief at what he was seeing. There I was, my naked body covered in spunk, a green substitute cock deep inside my now shaven pussy and my legs spread wide apart. He shook his head, turned around and went out of the door.

"Wait, wait", I cried out, "I’ll explain, I’ll explain, don’t go."

By the time I stood up and removed the saturated cucumber he was gone. I hid my nudity behind the front door of our holiday cottage and watched him drive away with tears streaming down my face.

"What have I done, what have I done?", I repeated over and over to myself. "He’s bound to leave me now. What have I done?"

I kept praying that he would be back. I went upstairs to the bathroom to shower and change into some decent clothes. I had to be ready, should he return, and be all clean and respectable again - like the business lady I’ve always appeared to be. I looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples were still swollen and hard and as I touched them a feeling of ecstasy shot through my body. I felt so mixed up. My mind was in turmoil but my body was alive, turned on and I felt oh so very sexy.

I dressed and waited for him to return.

Finally, when it reached midnight, I decided I might as well go to bed. I left the front door unlocked so he would be able to get in if he wanted to do so. I lay there thinking about what had happened over the last few days and was horrified at what a slut I had become. "No wonder he left", I told myself.

I must have dozed off as after a while I became aware of someone next to me in bed. There was a whispered request, "Tell me what happened, I need to know." My heart pounded, at least my husband had returned.

I slowly told my story about the two boys and what I had done and the enjoyment I’d had from exposing myself to them. I told him everything, the truth - well, almost everything. I said that the boys never touched me, they just looked and ejaculated over my naked body.

I finished and waited for his reaction. I was turned away from him. I didn’t know what to expect.

At last he spoke, "Get onto your knees."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Just bloody do it, get on all fours."

Trembling I did as he said. He lifted my night-dress and I felt his erection slap my bottom and then straight away find the entrance to my pussy. With one thrust he was deep inside me. His hardness and strength took me by surprise.

"You fucking whore," he shouted, "Your cunt is drenched. You’re just a filthy slut."

No one had ever used such words to me before. Strangely they made me excited and I pushed my bottom back at him wanting his cock even deeper inside me. I needed to be taken hard and rough, almost as a punishment for what I had done.

"You slut, you slut. You fucking slut," he kept saying as he thrust wildly in and out of me, his firm penis pounding my insides. Very soon I could feel he was ready to come. His cock seemed to expand and grow and suddenly his explosion shook my cunt, his hot spunk spurting and spurting inside me. I couldn’t help it, I came as well screaming out as I did so, "Yes, I am a fucking slut and you fucking love it."

We seemed to collapse then, sweating and sticky with him still inside me, and lay there without a word more spoken. We each needed time to gather our thoughts and think about all that had happened. After, I don’t know how long he gently kissed my neck and said quietly, "I love you." I smiled contentedly to myself and drifted into sleep.

When I awoke in the morning I could hear him moving about downstairs. I showered, put on a bath gown and went to see him.

"Hello," he said with a grin on his face, "Breakfast is nearly ready so sit down."

We didn’t talk much, as we ate, and there was no mention of the previous night. When I’d finished I told him I was going upstairs to dress.

"What are you going to wear?" he asked.

"Erm, I don’t really know but it looks like it’s going to be a hot, sunny day."

"Do you have that sun-dress with you?" he asked, "The one you wear to the beach when we go abroad. You know, with all of the buttons down the front and the thin straps."

"I do but you always say it’s too short and the top’s too low."

He came over and hugged me and said, "Well today I’ve changed my mind, and besides no one really knows us here." As he squeezed me tight I could feel his penis was solid against my tummy.

He followed me to the bedroom. I took out some fresh underwear and he said, "No, not those. Wear that red thong you told me about and no bra."

This was so unlike him but I did as he requested while he went downstairs to wait form me.

I slipped on the tiny thong first and it barely covered my smooth mound. It felt so nice and I knew I was already moist. I put on the thin dress and buttoned up the front. It had a low, scooped neckline and the hem was above my knee. It made me feel sensual, like I was virtually naked. Once more my nipples became aroused and their colour and shape showed through the thinness of the material. As I walked my breasts moved freely and I was showing quite a lot of cleavage. My body felt on fire and I could feel that my face was glowing and flushed.

I went and stood quietly before my husband, almost meekly. "Nearly perfect," he commented, "but I think we’ll undo the top button and also the bottom one as well." His hands gently undid the buttons and I was sure he was shaking slightly as he did so. Even more of my breasts were now exposed and I knew that as I walked I would be showing quite a lot of leg. It was wonderful. I’d never felt so free and sensual.

"Let’s go to town," he said, "and get you some new clothes."

We parked the car and went for some coffee first. As the waiter brought this to us I could feel his eyes looking down the front of my dress at my barely hidden tits. As soon as he was gone my husband said excitedly, "Did you see how he looked at you? He was staring at your boobs." I smiled and was surprised at how much this seemed to be turning my spouse on. We were both so much out of character.

Next we found a small boutique to buy what my husband called some ‘sexy gear’. He picked out a couple of dresses and I went to try them on. The changing cubicle had a curtain at the front and was in the main shop. I tried on the first dress and let him have a look. He didn’t like it, "Not daring enough."

I slipped out of the dress and as I stood there in just my thong he opened the curtain a little to look in on me. I had no idea why until I looked up and saw that he had left a gap in the curtain and an older man was clearly staring at me. Obviously my husband was starting to get into showing me off. I dressed very slowly so the man could have a good look and even adjusted my thong a little so he had a quick glimpse of my bald pussy.

Though this was fun it didn’t really do as much for me as it did for my husband. I wanted, almost needed, some stronger action.

We eventually bought a couple of dresses and some sexy g-strings and I suggested that we go to the beach. There was a quiet, sandy cove we had heard about and I hoped I might find an adventure there. After all, the only beach wear I had with me was the tiny thong I was wearing.

Though the sun was shining there was hardly anyone on the beach. We walked to the far end by some rocks and spread out the car blanket on the sand. I slipped out of my dress and, wearing just my thong, lay on the blanket. My husband undressed while looking down at me and I could see he was hard beneath his shorts. He said that he’d better have a swim to cool down. ‘Spoil sport,’ I thought.

While he was swimming two youngish guys came and sat quite near us which made me feel good. To my amazement they stripped off completely. I learnt later that this beach was known for it’s unofficial naturism. I don’t know who was looking most, them or me. Their bodies were sun-tanned and muscular and this increased the moistness to my lower regions.

My husband returned from his swim and noticed the young men. "The water’s lovely," he said, "Why don’t you have a dip."

"Okay." I answered and stood up and slowly walked to the sea edge, from the back I would have looked naked. The water was cool as I waded in up to my waist. I took a deep breath and dived under. It felt idyllic to be virtually naked swimming under a blue sky with the sun shining.

As I came out of the water the thong seemed to have tightened and was squeezing between my pussy lips leaving me partly uncovered. I didn’t bother to adjust anything as I walked back to my husband while the guys also looked at me.

"I know. I’ll take some photos, while you’re still wet from your swim," said my husband as he jumped to his feet, "Over there by that flat rock."

I partly sat on the rock while my husband got his camera ready. The warmth felt lovely on my bare bottom and this seemed to heat up and swell my nipples even more. I could see the guys looking and I wanted them to so much.

"Smile." Click went the camera and I moved to another position. Click. "Open your legs slightly," instructed my husband which I willingly did. He stared at my pussy, the lips were by now virtually completely exposed.

"Wider," he said and I noticed the two men had stood up and were walking towards us. They were both still naked.

"Are you a model?" one of them asked.

"Yea, right," I answered sarcastically as I closed my legs slightly.

"Only asking ‘cos we were wondering if we could take some photos of you as well. We’d pay, of course."

"Yes, she’ll pose for you. Won’t you love?" said my husband before I had a chance to say anything. I nodded in agreement.

"Will you come to our caravan (trailer) then? It’s just at the end of the beach, about five minutes walk."

My husband and I looked at each other and this time I spoke first, "Sure, why not?"

The young men, Alan and Dave, headed along the beach until we reached a small holiday caravan park with probably about ten caravans. By now they had tied towels around their waist to cover their nudity and I had slipped on my dress. We went inside the caravan, which was quite roomy but still felt confined with the four of us inside.

Alan drew the curtains so no one could see and went to get his camera which he set on a tripod. I was beginning to feel a little nervous. It felt so much more intimate and close up than while on the beach. By now the guys had dropped their towels and were nude again. I almost lusted after their bodies, so firm and tanned with two gorgeous plump cocks swinging as they moved about. My husband had sat down and was watching the action as if in a dream.

"Okay, we’re ready," said Alan.

I took a deep breath and undid my dress and threw it over to my husband who looked to be in a daze at what was unfolding in front of him.

I lay on one of the long bench seats arching my back slightly to emphasise my tits. My nipples were on overdrive and felt so very hard and sensitive. Several photos were taken and as I looked at Alan taking the pictures I saw that his penis had become erect. My mouth salivated with lust.

Dave came over to me, his cock also upright and bouncing beautifully against his stomach as he moved. "You don’t need this, do you?" he said touching my thong. I licked my lips and said quietly, "No." He gently pulled the sides and slid the thong agonising slowly down my legs as I lifted my bottom to make it easier. Once I was completely naked I shut my eyes and opened my legs as wide as I possibly could. I wanted them to see how wet I was, how open I was, how hard my clit was, how my cunt lips were swollen. I wanted them to see everything.

I opened my eyes and saw that Dave had another camera inches from my cunt and was taking photo after photo. I reached down to touch my exposed clit needing some sort of relief but Dave instructed, "No, don’t, we’ll decide what to do."

I looked at him, my eyes almost pleading and whispered, "Please, I need to be touched."

Alan came over and said, "Okay, we’ll take some oral shots." He looked at my husband, "You hold her right leg high and wide so Dave can take photos while I tongue her."

I thought my husband would object but he came over and held my leg spreading my cunt wide open. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my thigh. Alan dropped to his knees and licked the inside of my other thigh while Dave held the camera a short distance away. As soon as his tongue touched me I moaned and tried to thrust my pussy towards him in the hope of some sort of contact with my clit. As I did so I squeezed my tits with my hands groaning, "Please, please."

Then it happened, his tongue touched my clit and I screamed out, "Don’t stop, I’m coming, I’m coming."

Alan didn’t stop and I shuddered into ecstasy and could feel my hot fluids spilling out onto his tongue as I orgasmed with such power my whole body shook with pleasure. I was left panting, my heart pounding as Alan continued to lick and suck my cunt and then pushed his tongue deep inside my open wetness. I came again shaking my head from side to side still holding my tits and nipples. All the time Dave was clicking away with his camera.

Dave said, "Right, we’ll have a cum shot."

Alan knew what this meant and started to rub his erection. I raised my head to look at his swollen cock with pre-cum oozing out. Despite having cum twice I was still full of desire and lust. I lifted my bottom and as I did so Alan exploded and spunk flew onto my hairless cunt hitting my clit and lips. Alan moved away and Dave got close up with the camera only inches from my juices that were mingling with the white semen. "Pull yourself open," he demanded.

I let go of my tits and put a hand each side of my cunt and pulled the lips slightly apart. As I did so I felt the spunk trickling onto my fingers. I opened myself wider and looked up at my husband who was still holding one of my legs. Our eyes met and I could see the lust in his eyes and again felt his erection against my thigh.

"Let’s get her on the table now," shouted Alan.

The three men lifted me like a hunk of meat, my legs apart, my tits bouncing. I knew I was being used but I loved the feeling. They sat me on the table and I began to pose again, my legs dangling over the edge. I leaned backwards, to emphasise my tits and spread my legs wide once more. I could see that both Alan and Dave were rock hard and I almost screamed with lust and desire. I was completely out of control and felt that I wanted them to fuck me senseless.

Alan told me to lay back completely on the table. I did so, my head was overhanging one side and my legs and most of my thighs the other. The camera went on clicking and I groaned with lust as I pulled hard on my nipples.

"You’d better shag her, to put her out of her misery," Dave said to my husband.

My husband simply dropped his shorts and as I lifted my head I could see his cock was red and angry looking. He simply stood between my thighs and pulled my pussy apart. With one quick thrust his penis was deep inside my wet, slippery cunt and he began to move in and out slowly, too slowly for me. I needed to cum.

"For fuck’s sake", I shouted, "Fuck me harder."

Before I could finish my sentence Dave pushed his cock into my mouth. At first I was shocked. I’d never really liked oral sex but I just took to it like a professional, sucking and slurping while trying to get him deeper into my mouth. I heard him moan and could taste his pre-cum and then suddenly my husband could take no more and was fucking me hard and I shuddered to an orgasm. My husband pulled out of me and shot his spunk over my stomach. I could feel the spurts and heat as they landed on my skin.

Straight away Dave also came and I almost gagged as his thick, white cream filled my mouth. I tried to swallow some of it but most of it ran down my chin and over my face. I made an effort to sit up but as I did so Alan spurted his spunk over my tits.

For a moment I just lay there as more photos were taken but I still felt like I needed more sex, more fucking and filling with spunk deep inside me.

Alan suddenly said, "That’s it, times up," and he handed me a towel to wipe myself with. I felt confused at my feelings but rubbed the mess off my body and face.

"Here’s your money I promised," Dave said putting an envelope on the table. "We’ll keep your thong though as a souvenir."

I put on my dress and my husband picked up our other bits and pieces together with the envelope. We left the caravan and said our goodbyes.

Slowly we made our way back to the beach and on to our car. My cunt tingled as the thin dress gently caressed my skin. Juices were running down my thighs as I moved and my nipples were hard and proud. I felt exhilarated and also liberated. It was like I’d at last come alive sexually.

The only problem was how could I continue this when I returned home, the next day, to my ‘respectable’ life as a business woman in middle class England? I only knew I’d have to somehow try. I also knew that I would need a good seeing to when I got back to our holiday cottage. I needed to be fucked hard and long and to feel spunk filling my vagina. I just hoped my husband was up to it ...

... to be continued

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Throbbing Under My Thong - Part 1 - Adults Only

Girls For You - age 18-30 / Girls For You - age 31-40
Girls For You - age 41-65
I’m in my forties, a respectable business woman, a pillar of the community - well that’s what everyone thinks. And I suppose I was until this summer.

My husband and I had booked a holiday cottage in Devon for a week but at the last minute he was unable to make it. There was some problem at work or other. I decided I’d still to go on my own. We’d been there before and loved the area so I thought I’d have a relaxing time hopefully soaking up the sun, reading and walking. Just what I needed to unwind. The cottage is quite isolated other than for the residence next door where the owner lives.

I arrived on a beautiful sunny day and knocked at the owners door to pick up the key. Mrs. Robbins was there but was leaving soon to visit her daughter in London. We had a chat, she gave me the key and told me that her nephew and his friend would be staying at her cottage for a few days. I thought nothing of this, and went indoors to unpack.

The next morning I awoke to bright sunshine and, after breakfast, decided I’d spend a lazy day sun bathing in the large back garden while reading a trashy novel. A far cry from my usual hectic business life.

I slipped on my bikini and glanced in the bedroom mirror. I felt I still looked pretty good for my age. My body is quite toned, as I exercise regularly and do Yoga whenever I have the time. The bikini was quite brief but, as there was no one about, it didn’t really matter. I knew that, if my husband had been with me he wouldn’t have approved of me wearing it.

I was soon lying on my sun-lounger, stretched out in the sunshine. It felt absolute paradise as I massaged some suntan lotion on my skin. I hooked the bikini top straps off my shoulders as I didn’t want any white lines. This made the bra top looser so my breasts were nearly popping out. ‘But who cares?’, I thought, ‘there’s only me here.’

As the warmth of the sun caressed my body I started to read my novel. It was quite erotic right from the first page and I felt a slight tingle of excitement inside my tummy as I continued to read. I suppose it wasn’t really surprising that I was feeling a little turned on as it had been well over a month since I last had sex with my husband. He worked so hard and was just too tired most nights to have any ‘dirty’ thoughts, as I called them. Our love life was far from exciting, perhaps we we’d been together too long for me to excite him any more.

I rubbed some more lotion on my body as the midday sun got stronger. By now my top was just about covering my nipples and they seemed to be quite erect as I gently massaged lotion over my shoulders. ‘God I’m feeling so sexy’, I thought. As I spread my legs I glanced at the cottage next door and the upstairs window. ‘Was that someone looking out?’

I had another look and could see quite clearly a bare chested boy about 18 or 19 standing at the window and he was quite obviously staring at me. My immediate reaction was to cover up but for some reason his gaze made me feel even sexier and wanted - something I hadn’t felt for a long time. So I lay still but couldn’t resist stretching my whole body sensuously. My nipples seemed to get even harder, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. I opened my legs slightly wider and looked down at my mound.

I came to my senses and knew I must stop, I had to go indoors. I stood up and slowly walked towards the cottage. I was about half way to the door and a voice called out, "Hi! I’m Andy, Mrs. Robbins nephew".

I glanced over the fence and standing there was another boy, again about 18 years old. He had a big smile on his face as he glanced at my breasts. I mumbled something by way of a greeting but kept on walking. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way inside.

I couldn’t believe it, I was actually shaking. I looked in a mirror and saw that my top was only staying up because of my erect nipples. ‘God, what must that Andy have thought?’ I touched my right breast lightly with my hand and a wonderful sensation shot through my body. I slumped in a chair and with trembling hands pushed down my bikini bottoms. I reached to touch my pussy and couldn’t believe how wet I was. My finger found my clit and at once I orgasmed with such power that I just lay there breathing deeply, wondering what on earth had got into me - or maybe it was the thought of what I wanted to get into me.

All that night in bed I kept going over and over in my mind about how much I enjoyed those boys looking at me, lusting over me, even if it had been for onIy a short while. I dreamt of taking it all a step further, of being naked before them and seeing their erections ... I awoke sweating, wet and sticky.

The following day I went into town for some groceries. Next door to the supermarket was a shop selling bikinis, thongs and other beach wear. I looked along the rails and there was a bright red, very small thong together with a matching top that was little more than two tiny pieces of cloth held together with thin cord. I was trembling again and saw that it was shown as a ‘small’ size. For some unexplainable reason I still went ahead and bought it.

I couldn’t wait to get back to the cottage. I quickly dumped the shopping on the table and rushed upstairs to the bedroom with the swimwear. Like a woman possessed I undressed and pulled on the thong. It barely covered my pussy and my pubic hair was sticking out of the sides. The back left my bottom completely exposed and as I looked in the mirror a familiar excitement hit me. The bikini top barely covered my nipples and they stuck out prominently through the material. Just looking at myself was getting me so turned on, I felt ashamed. ‘I could hardly wear this where anyone else could see me, could I?’

I looked at myself carefully and decided that at the very least I’d have to trim my pubic hair before ever thinking about wearing the thong. I went to the bathroom and with my scissors started cutting my secret hair.

I trimmed back what I could see while wearing the thong, but didn’t stop there. I slipped off the garment and kept on snipping away. I cut everything as short as possible before reaching for my Ladyshave. I gently shaved off all of my pussy hair, something I’d never done before. I softly rubbed in some moisturiser into my now naked skin and I couldn’t believe how sensitive I felt. It felt wonderful. I knew I’d have to release the built up tension soon. ‘I need a good fuck’. I was shocked at my thoughts, language and by the way I felt. I quickly stood under a cold shower hoping the feelings would go away.

After drying myself I couldn’t resist trying on my new sunwear again. The thong was merely a strip that hardly covered my pussy lips. The top left my breasts virtually exposed and once again my nipples were hard, forcing their way through the material.

I plucked up all my courage, went into the garden and lay face down on my sun lounger. I knew I’d appear absolutely naked from the back and all sorts of emotions flooded my mind. ‘What it the boys were there?’

The sun was lovely and so hot on my skin. After about half an hour I turned over, to lie on my back and there were the two boys looking over the fence. I didn’t know what to do or what to say as their eyes gazed at my body. Goodness knows how long they had been there.
‘Fancy a coke?’, said the one I knew to be Andy.

‘Erm, yes, erm okay, please’, I replied and knew straight away that I shouldn’t have said this. ‘What is wrong with me?’

In a matter of minutes they were scrambling over the fence wearing swimming shorts. Andy passed me a can of coke and introduced his friend Dave. I didn’t really know what to say or what to do. Here I was virtually naked sitting between two handsome boys. They sat on the grass and I remained on the sun lounger. With a shaky voice I tried to make conversation but all I could see and feel was their eyes on my breasts, legs, thong - everywhere. The problem was I loved them looking at me. I’d never felt so desirable and sexually attractive for so very long.
I couldn’t take any more of seeing their eyes on my body so I rolled over onto my tummy. "Shall we rub some sun lotion on your back for you?", asked Andy.

I mumbled a, "Yes please", and waited. My heart was thumping so loud and I felt sweat building between my breasts, my nipples were aching, longing to be sucked.

Then they touched me and I groaned before I could control myself. Gently they massaged the lotion into my shoulders and lower back and undid my bra top as they did so. I was on fire. I felt hands on each leg as they smoothed the liquid reaching higher and higher towards my thighs. My legs were together but I opened them slightly as a hand reached my thong and then onto my bare bottom. I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from going over the top. I knew I could so easily cum.

It was no good. ‘I mustn’t’, I told myself. Suddenly I jumped up and said, "Sorry, I’ve just remembered. I’ve got to go inside now to do something. I’ll see you another day." I rushed to the patio door of my cottage slamming it behind me. There I stood breathing deeply and shaking. In my hurry I’d left my top behind and was just wearing my thong. I was out of control and lay on the settee pushing the narrow fabric to one side.

I was unbelievably wet and felt almost silky as I reached down to touch my cunt. My other hand went to my clit revolving in small circles. I slid two fingers inside myself. I was groaning and moaning and thrashing about, sweat was pouring out of me.

For some reason I looked at the patio door and there was Andy looking through at me. His cock was in his hand and he was rubbing it furiously. I couldn’t have cared less who was looking. I kept sliding my fingers further and further, faster and faster. As I looked at the glass door I saw Andy’s cock erupt and shoot semen over the window. I came immediately, my whole body shook as I thrust my cunt into the air and arched my back. I’d never felt anything like it before, regular sex had never been like this.

As I opened my eyes Andy had gone only his spunk remained trickling gently down the glass door. He had hooked my bra top over the door handle.

I stumbled upstairs, tears in my eyes. "What have I done?" I felt ashamed but at the same time stimulated. I knew that, no matter what I thought, I’d be back for more.

The next day it rained. I hid away.

The day after rained as well. At about eleven in the morning there was a knock at the front door. I knew it would be Andy or Dave.

Andy was there. "We can’t sun bathe in this can we?", he asked waving at the rain pouring down. "We were wondering if we could have a picnic lunch in your lounge. We could pretend that we were on the beach or something. And, erm, we could all wear our beach things." He didn’t know what else to say.

"Okay", I agreed, "See you both at half past twelve".

It was like it was beyond my control and I went upstairs to change into my red outfit. I looked at myself once more in the mirror and trembled with excitement.

I sat in the kitchen drinking a bottle of wine for courage and waited while watching the clock’s hands slowly move to the allotted time.

Knock, knock! There they were and I answered the door. They were wearing raincoats but I could tell that underneath they were both naked. Dave spread a blanket he was carrying on the lounge floor. "Shall I take your coats", I asked. They looked at each other, looked unsure what to say but managed, "Yea, in a minute".

I knew what we all wanted so I simply lay on the blanket as they looked down at me. I closed my eyes and gently touched my tits and moved my hand over my nipples. They felt so large. "Undo the back", I said sitting up. Andy pulled the cord to my bra top and my breasts bounced free. I looked at Andy and Dave and reached a hand out to them both. Their coats dropped to the floor and I saw their nakedness for the first time, both already had erections. I noticed that Dave’s looked much bigger than Andys. I pulled their heads towards my tits. "Suck my nipples", I instructed. As they did so I arched my back to thrust my breasts into their mouths. This was heaven, a boy on each tit.

Then I remembered what I’d promised myself. "You can do what you want but no fucking, okay?" I was surprised at my sterness and they both nodded their heads in agreement.

As wonderful as the sucking and attention my tits were getting was I wanted them to see all of me and to feel their eyes on my body. I told Dave to pull down my thong, which he did slowly. "Jesus, she’s shaved", he said as he saw my pussy for the first time. I pushed them both back so they would be able to see me properly and opened my legs while raising my knees slightly. I started to rub my cunt and the juices started to flow down my crack.

I looked at them staring at me and it felt so good. They were both kneeling and Andy was rubbing his erection which made me quiver with delight but it was Dave’s cock I couldn’t keep my eyes off. It was standing up and looked enormous. I don’t know how big, maybe eight or nine inches. The redness contrasted with his white skin and the head was shiny with pre-cum and almost purple in colour. He wasn’t touching it but it looked as if he was about to cum at any minute. It was so hard and seemed to be pulsating in time with his heartbeat.

I groaned and came noisily the wetness running down my open thighs.

Andy muttered, "Oh, God, I’m cuming, I’m cuming", as he rubbed his hardness.
"Come on my tits", I shouted at him and felt the hot semen shoot onto my right breast. He soon unloaded his spunk and squeezed the last drop on to one of my aching nipples.

Dave was just kneeling there gazing at me, his massive cock throbbing gently. I pulled open my cunt lips as wide as I could. I wanted to make him cum just by looking at me. "I bet you’d like to fuck me, to push deep inside me". He moaned and simply erupted, spunk flew through the air hitting my stomach and tits. He seemed to just keep coming and coming, I’d never seen anything like it.

His semen was everywhere and I felt so turned on. I knew they’d have to fuck me properly, no matter what I had previously said, to put me out of my misery ... but they both stood up looking very embarrassed, got their coats, said something indistinguishable and left.

I was on fire, anyone could have fucked me. The alcohol and the experience had taken over. I went to the kitchen and got hold of a cucumber - it was all I could think of to use. I lay against the couch, opened my legs and slowly inserted the cucumber into my gaping, soaking cunt.

I looked at myself. There I was covered in spunk with a green substitute cock deep inside my bald pussy, my legs spread wide, my nipples swollen and hard ... there was a noise behind me ... I turned round thinking, hoping it would be Andy and Dave but a voice shouted, "What the bloody hell has been going on here?"

It was my husband ...

... to be continued.

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This is a story from my carefree younger days before marriage.

I definitely wasn’t comfortable and I just hoped he would cum quickly. There I was clinging upside down onto my boyfriend like a limpet. He was munching on my muff and I had my mouth around his cock. It wouldn’t have been so bad if we were laying down but, with him standing up and me holding onto him, it wasn’t exactly my idea of fun.

“What if he drops me?” I asked myself, “His cock would skewer my tonsils!”

But then he grunted and my mouth filled with his sperm. He groaned again and collapsed onto the bed with me on top of him. I’ll give him credit though, he was a game guy. He continued sucking and munching away on my pussy and, sure enough, the sheer relief of no longer hanging on in desperation allowed me to orgasm.

“God, that was good,” he said, “What shall we try next?”

“Couldn’t you just fuck me, sort of normally?”

I’d been going out with Ian for about six weeks and we had tried it all. He was obsessed with doing a different position every time we had sex. His cock was nice and big but sometimes all I wanted was for him to lay on top of me, spread my legs, and give me a good seeing to.

“Tell you what,” he said, “I’d like you to grow your pussy hair. That would make a change. If you stopped shaving, or whatever you do, it’d all be nice and thick for our holiday.”

So, being a willing girl, this is what I did for the next six weeks. I’d had a nice smooth pussy for ages and it all itched like mad when the hair started to grow back. I think people must have wondered why I was forever scratching at my crutch like some rampant bitch.

Anyway, time sped by, as it does, and it was two days before our sunshine holiday to Lanzarote.

“I’ve bought you some presents,” Ian informed me, “Try them on.”

I looked in the bag and inside were two bikinis. Two very brief bikinis.

The first had side ties for the small bottoms and cloth triangles as tit covering. The second was a thong bottom with a very narrow front and again a very small, flimsy top.

I wasn’t too concerned about the minuteness of the garments, as I quite like showing off and I also wanted to get a good suntan. The problem was the thong.

“Look,” I said, “My pussy hair shows at the front. I’ll need a bit of a trim and tidy up before I go away.”

“No,” he almost shouted, “Leave everything alone. It looks fantastic.”

I could tell he thought so as he was undoing his jeans and his cock was standing to attention. He rushed over to me, threw me on the bed, pulled the thong to one side and thrust into me.

“Christ, you are so hot,” he said as, much to my delight, he gave me a right good pounding.

“Mmmm,” I thought to myself, “Maybe I should have let my pussy hair grow back a lot sooner.”

I almost screamed out when he finally came filling my cunt with his cum.

“God, now that really was good,” I moaned as my body shook with orgasm.

The flight to Lanzarote was uneventful but the sunshine, once we arrived, was wonderful.

The next day we made our first trip to the beach. I was in heaven, the tie side bikini allowed the sunshine to warm most parts of my body unhindered and my nipples poked healthily through the thin material tops. I loved the way other guys glanced at my body when Ian wasn’t looking. It was making me feel so alive and sexy.

I went for a swim admiring the men as I made my way to the sea. The water was cool and clear. I loved the slight chill and noticed how the bikini clung to my body shape like a second skin. I was certainly looking forward to some hard sex once we got back to the hotel.

“Fuck,” whispered Ian, “Your bikini is showing the shape of your pussy lips and your nipples are showing through.”

“I know. Isn’t it great?” I said.

“You slut.”

Three young guys came and sat near us and seemed to enjoy the view of my mountains and valleys. I closed my eyes and imagined them all ripping off my bikini and ravaging my body before taking it in turns to fuck me. I don’t know if it was the sunshine or my dirty thoughts but I felt extremely hot and moist.

I sat up to try and control my desires.

“Perhaps we ought to go back to the hotel,” I said to Ian, “I need a shag.”

He appeared to think that this was a good idea so I stood up, but not before doing lots of stretching and bending for the benefit of the three young guys. I wished they were coming with us back to the hotel!

In the hotel lift I pulled off my bikini bottom. I didn’t want to waste any time with trivialities once we got to our room. Much to Ian’s amazement I started removing the rest of my clothes as he fiddled with the door key. I was naked by the time he managed to get the door unlocked.

“Come on, come on, fuck me.”

I knelt on the bed on all fours, my face low to the mattress, my bottom high in the air. It was an open invitation and one that Ian filled quite quickly. As his throbbing cock entered my very wet cunt I orgasmed. I couldn’t hold back and screamed out to him to keep on fucking me hard.

His penis smoothed my velvet walls with every stroke making me moan with pleasure and I could feel my second orgasm forming deep in my belly. It was going to be a big one, a powerful one and I was half scared at the feelings and trembling now spreading to my cunt. I breathed deeply and felt Ian’s cock once more push into me, it’s girth spreading my vaginal muscles as I tried to hold on to it’s length.

One more thrust and that would be it. Like time was frozen the invading object was withdrawn and then suddenly pushed into me again. The flood gates opened and my whole body shook with orgasm. My cunt was pumping and squeezing out of control as my juices flowed from deep inside me. I let out an animalistic cry of sheer wantonness and satisfaction. It was a fuck to be remembered.

I gradually re-gathered my thoughts and my body returned to me. I couldn’t believe that tears were flowing down my cheeks.

“Fucking hell, you needed that, didn’t you? Your cum is all over my balls.”

Ian always had a nice, understanding way with words!

The next day we went to the beach again, this time I was wearing the thong. I wasn’t altogether happy as no matter how I tried to tuck my pubic hair inside it kept sprouting out again. The bikini top was also extra small and barely held my heavy breasts as they bounced happily in a holiday mood.

We walked quite a distance along the beach, where there were fewer people, and eventually found a spot we both agreed on. There was virtually no one nearby so my visible pubic hair wasn’t a problem as I stretched out in the sunshine. We both closed our eyes and relaxed. I awoke to the sound of laughter and there were the three young guys we had seen yesterday. They smiled and said, “Hello.”

I quickly closed my legs and said, “Hi.”

The guys went off for a swim and Ian said, “Those three fancy you like mad. Why don’t you give them a bit of a show?”

“Really?” I said.

My heart was pounding at the thought and I could feel my nipples almost bursting through my small bikini top.

“How far should I go?”

“It’s up to you.”

I could see Ian’s cock was warming to the idea as well.

I got up and walked to the sea where the guys were messing about and splashing each other.

“Please don’t splash me,” I said with a big smile on my face.

I was soon in the water up to my waist and, of course, they all splashed water over me - much to my delight.

I dived fully under the surface and when I came up for air I was next to the three firm bodies. My top was virtually off with the weight of the water and, needless to say, they were gazing at my barely covered tits and prominent nipples. Even though the water was chilly I felt hot!

I dived under again and this time when I came up one boob was free of my top.

“Damn,” I said, “Don’t know why I wear this thing.” I undid the bow at the back and let the waves take my top away. My sizeable tits were fully aroused and my nipples were tingling with desire. I stretched my arms over my head and pushed them outwards on display.

“Fuck!” said one of the guys.

I turned my back on them and walked out of the sea. The thong was tight between my buttock cheeks and I must have looked completely naked from behind. I could hear the boys making comments to each other.

I walked towards Ian. He looked amazed at how I looked. The small thong was barely covering my sexual mound and my pubic hair was flowing out of the sides.

The three guys came over and sat by us, well by me. They were constantly looking at my tits and the rest of body. I opened my legs slightly so they could take in the shape and folds of my pussy beneath the clinging thong.

“We are off to the nudist beach tomorrow,” said one of the three boys, “We’ll give you a lift there if you want.”

“I don’t think …”, Ian started to say. I interrupted, “We’d love that. What time?”

The arrangements were made and the three guys wandered off.

Ian was a bit upset, “You shouldn’t have agreed. It’s taking things too far.”

His penis was saying something different and I reached over to feel his firmness. My hand slipped into the waistband of his shorts and I held his throbbing erection. He groaned, “Oh God,” and ejaculated over into my hand.

Once back at the hotel I got him to lick my cunt juices until I orgasmed covering his cheeks with my cum.

The next morning as arranged the boys, Alan, Jack and Sam, picked us up in a hired car and off we set for the nudist beach. I was in the back between Ian and Sam. Sam’s thigh was pushing against mine.

We reached the beach and, sure enough, most people were nude.

“If we walk along the beach there are less people,” said Jack.

We strolled along and I was getting very dirty thoughts about being naked with four men. I felt quite shaky at the idea of seeing their cocks and them all looking at my naked body.

We found a remote spot and Alan, Jack and Sam said they were going for a walk leaving Ian and I alone. I immediately stripped off completely but Ian was hesitant.

“What’s the problem?” I asked.

“I’ve got a hard on.”

I went over to him and pulled his shorts down and he had a wonderful stiffy. It appeared extra hard and big.

“Here let me give you some release.”

I wanked the head of his cock against my tummy and he clung on tight until he shot his load all over me.

“There that should make it go down,” I smiled wiping my stomach with a towel.

We lay in the sunshine for what seemed ages. I loved the naked feeling and the gentle breeze and sunshine caressing my skin. I felt so sensitive and sexy.

The three guys then returned and I was disappointed to see that they were still wearing their shorts. Though it did excite me when I knew that could see my complete nakedness. I felt I wanted to lay back, spread my legs and let them fuck me or so whatever they wished.

“Can we take your photo?” asked Sam.

“Only if you all remove your shorts first,” I joked.

Within seconds they were stripped off. I liked the look of Sam’s cock. It was so plump, long and smooth.

“Where do you want me?” I said suggestively.

“I’d like you sitting on that big rock over there,” answered Sam.

I walked over to the rock and leaned my bottom against it. Sam took a photo.

I then sat properly on the rock leaning backwards slightly, my tits pushing forward. The camera clicked again. I was getting so turned on that I was becoming embarrassed. I could feel that my hairy pussy was moist and knew they would bound to notice.

I opened my legs, still seated on the rock, so that they could see my wetness. I was breathing deeply and knew I needed sexual release. I focused on the watching four men and saw that, other than for Ian the three others had erections.

“Oh God. I mustn’t.” I told myself but I spread my legs wide and then wider still and lay back completely on the rock. I was stretched out, my legs dangling open and my swollen cunt lips were completely on display.

Sam was no longer taking photos. They were all simply watching me, looking at my exposed parts and I groaned with the thought, squeezing my tits with both hands. Jesus I nearly oragsmed. I massaged and pulled on my breasts and nipples, loving the idea that four men were lusting after me. Ian also had an erection now and was gently stroking himself.

I was beyond control or caring and my hands moved from by full breasts to my tummy and then to my cunt. The insides of my thighs were slippery with my moisture and with a hand either side of my secret tunnel I pulled the lips apart so that they could all see my hidden pinkness and wetness. I raised my knees and lifted my pelvis high off the rock. I wanted them to see everything including my large clit.

My legs were as wide as possible and I was pulling myself open until I couldn’t hold out. With sheer abandonment I pushed fingers into my cunt and started to finger fuck myself. I tried to look at the guys and was in time to see a fountain of spunk erupt from Ian’s cock and onto the sand. The other three were also rubbing their erections. I pounded in and out of myself and with a large shout of ‘Fuck’ I orgasmed violently my tits bouncing and shuddering as I did so.

I felt warm liquid hitting my tummy and saw Sam standing by me his cock pumping out thick cream onto my body. I came again.

I eventually sat up and saw that a young couple had also been watching my antics. I felt very embarrassed again and tried to compose myself.

“Great display,” said the girl and the couple continued their walk along the beach.

“I think I’d like to go back to the hotel,” I said.

Not a word was spoken as we dove back to where we were staying. The three guys dropped us off and Ian and I went back to our room. He hadn’t said a word to me.

“You fucking slut. You fucking whore. How could you?”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, But you did say I could show off.”

Then I thought, “Fuck him, why should I be sorry.”

“Yes I’m a whore if you think so. What would you like me to do? Do you want a blow job or something else.”

I stripped off my clothes and lay on the bed pulling my nipples. Ian stood there watching.

“Pull open your cunt,” he said quietly.

I spread myself open with my hands and stared into his eyes as I did so.

“Now what?”

He reached over to the dressing table and gave me my hair brush.

“Fuck yourself with this.”

The brush had a round smooth plastic handle and I pushed this against my opening and it slipped easily into my soaking cunt. It went all the way in until the bristles rested against my clitoris. It felt amazing. I only wished that the handle was slightly thicker. As I pulled the hairbrush out of me I felt so wanton and when I pushed it deep inside me again I groaned loudly as the long bristles caressed my clit.

Ian was, by now, wanking himself.

“Don’t cum,” I told him, “I want it in my mouth and over my face.”

I fucked myself to orgasm.

“Come here,” I instructed Ian and his cock was soon between my lips and I swallowed as much of it as I could and let him fuck my mouth. His first spurt of cream hit the back of my throat. He then pulled out and sprayed my face over and over.

“Push your fingers into me, please.”

“Christ, haven’t you had enough?”

“No, push your fingers into me, as many as you can and as deep as you can.”

With sperm running down my face and cheeks I tried to sit up a little so I could see my cunt being invaded my Ian’s fingers. I was so wet that I knew he could spread me quite wide. Three fingers were inside me then four. I gasped with pleasure as his thumb also tried to join the others. His full hand was pushing and pushing and suddenly I orgasmed again as my cunt stretched to capacity .

Ian pulled his hand out . His cock was hard again and he pushed this deep into me with one violent thrust.

“That’s it just fuck me hard.”

And he did. Having just cum he was able to last a long time giving me his full length over and over. Having been stretched I was able to take it easily until he finally came pumping his load deep inside me.

We fell asleep. When I got up to go to the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was streaked with jism, my nipples were large and succulent and my pussy lips were swollen. I had a shower and when I went back into the bedroom Ian put his arms around me and kissed me,

“I love you, you whore.”

“Can’t wait to see what happens tomorrow,” I said.

“Nor me. Do anything you want but don’t fuck anyone else … please. Show off, let them have a feel if you must but … please … no fucking. Save that for me.”

So that’s what I did.

Well, sort of … but I‘ll tell you about that another day.


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A Spanish Sexual Fantasy

Warning this is an explicit story strictly for adults only.

Saturday:
I arrived at the address to collect the key for my holiday house in Spain. I knocked on the door and a young man answered. A very handsome young man! He was about twenty or twenty-one and had beautiful dark brown eyes, black hair and a deep suntan.

“I’m Kay and I’ve come to collect the key for the holiday home I’m renting for the week.”

“Right,” he said, looking me up and down, “I’ll get my mother.”

And with that he walked off. I watched his rounded, muscular buttocks disappear through another door. After a short wait his mother came out to see me full of smiles and chat and gave me the key. I then drove the few hundred yards, in my hire car, to my home for the coming week.

As my husband was away on business I was on my own, but I was looking forward to relaxing in the Spanish sunshine.

The house was right on the beach. It was smallish but had a large back garden with a very high fence giving absolute privacy. At the bottom of the garden was a gate leading directly onto the beach. What more could I possibly want?

I was hot and sticky from my journey so I opened my luggage, pulled out the first bikini I came across and put it on. Excitedly I jogged to the bottom of the garden, opened the high wooden gate, and strode onto the golden sand. All I wanted was a swim so I kept on going until I could dive into the waves. The coolness of the sea tightened my nipples. I swam out a fair distance and then along parallel to the beach.

After I had cooled down, and had swum quite a distance, I made my way to the shore to walk back towards my holiday home. The sun soon dried my skin and, at last, I felt relaxed and miles away from business and stress. As I got closer to my house I could see someone leaning against the fence by my gate. At first I couldn’t make out who it was, but then I recognised the boy from where I had picked up the key.

He was no wearing cut-off shorts and his body looked firm and well defined. “God,” I thought, “If only I was twenty years younger.”

His eyes were on me, as I walked towards him, taking in my breasts as they bounced freely under my skimpy bikini top. I felt a little flustered as I knew my nipples were hard and could easily be seen.

“Hi,” I said, “Off for a swim?”

He drew his eyes away from my tits, looked me in the eyes and said, “No.”

With that he walked away. “Obviously a man of few words,” I told myself.

I walked into the garden, closed the gate and made my way into the house. I felt strangely aroused at the thought of this boy looking at me and admiring my body.

There was a mirror in the living area and I glanced at myself. Looking back at me was a 41 year old business woman but one, I thought, who was in pretty good shape. Many years of yoga and exercise had kept my body toned and supple. I unhooked my bikini top and let my breasts fall free. They were a good size and had very sensitive nipples. I brushed them gently and a tingle made my body shiver.

My bikini bottoms were also soon discarded and I could see my shaven pussy, smooth and moist. I touched myself with one finger and was aware that my clitoris was firm and standing out proud. I took a deep breath and, for a moment, wished my husband was with me. I guessed that I would have to rely on my fingers and my vibrator to satisfy my sexual yearnings and desires.

I stayed naked as I walked around the house and unpacked my suitcases.

I had noticed a small restaurant nearby when I arrived so I decided to go out for my evening meal. I was feeling sexy so I simply pulled on a sundress over my nakedness. It felt so nice and free and I knew I would be very turned on by this when I arrived home again after my meal. I placed my vibrator by my bed in readiness.

I walked along to the restaurant and could feel my unrestrained breasts moving against the thin material of my dress. Needless to say my nipples became hard and firm.

I had my meal, with a few appreciative glances from the waiter, and started to make my way back to my house and my waiting plastic lover. I had drunk a fair amount of wine so my mood was very relaxed and I felt vibrant and alive.

As I walked homewards I heard footsteps behind me. I wasn’t too worried but I turned around to see who it was. It was the same boy from picking up the key and on the beach. A coincidence? Somehow I didn’t think so.

I continued walking until I reached my house. At this point the boy had disappeared.

I thought no more of this and went indoors. I had a shower and made my way to the bedroom naked. I glanced out of the window and there was ‘the boy’ looking back at me from the opposite side of the road. I realised he could see me but, for some reason or other, I made no effort to cover up. I just stood still and looked back at him. He must have been embarrassed at being seen because he moved away.

I lay on my bed and grinned to myself. It was nice to be admired and lusted over. My hands cupped my breasts and I felt so damn sexy. My nipples were on fire as I pulled on them gently. I groaned with pleasure and continued exploring my warm, freshly perfumed body. I stroked my pubic mound and one of my fingers stretched towards my clitoris. I groaned again as I felt how large and hard it was. I pulled back the hood so that my magic button was fully exposed.

Dipping one finger into my moist pussy I used this to spread the slippery juices over my clit. My mouth was salivating as I took my clit between two fingers and started to milk it delicately. My whole body was now trembling with anticipation and needed release. My cunt spasmed slightly as I continued manipulating my hardness.

I couldn’t hold off and any longer and let out an animalistic sound as I orgasmed. I could feel my cunt filling with my hot cum and I came a second time sweating and moaning.

In my head there was a picture of ‘that’ boy looking at me, his penis throbbing and erect. I had to reach for my vibrator now and thrust it deep inside my wetness. I wanted, no needed, to be fucked. In and out went the vibrator filling and stretching me. I pounded into myself until I erupted in a sea of wanton sexuality. Juices were running between my open thighs as I slowed down and pulled my lover from my gaping cunt.

I fell fast asleep until the next morning.

Sunday:
After breakfast all I wanted to do was to flop out in the sunshine. My respectable business life was miles away and all of the stress that it entailed.

I walked about the house naked. It seemed pointless wearing anything. I wanted an all over tan, so that was what I was going to achieve. I moved a sun-bed into position in the garden and stretched out naked. The sun felt wonderful on my skin and I knew the garden was private so I wouldn’t be seen.

I spent most of the morning lying still other than to massage suntan lotion into my skin occasionally. Heaven!

I think I must have dosed off as I suddenly jolted to a strange nearby loud noise. I looked up and there was the boy with a lawn mower starting to cut the grass - and there I was legs spread and naked.

I grabbed a small towel I had with me and tried to cover myself. The mower stopped and he said, “Mother says I have to cut the grass.”

“You could have warned me,” I said grumpily, “I wasn’t expecting anyone to come barging in.”

“I’ve got a key to the gate,” he answered, as if that made everything alright. Mind you, how could I be cross for long? He was standing there in tiny shorts, shoes and nothing else. Jesus, he looked like a Greek God, or something, and he was gazing at the shape of my body beneath the towel.

“What’s your name?”

“Peter.”

“Hello Peter, I’m Kay.”

“I know that,” and he started up the mower again.

This time it was me watching him, the way he moved, the tightness of his muscles, the firmness of his bottom. I ‘accidently’ allowed my towel to fall a little so my tits were virtually uncovered. I saw him lick his lips when he noticed what I had done.

It was then that I saw the shape of his penis beneath his shorts. It was beginning to harden. As he walked up and down the grass his cock was getting larger and larger.

“What’s wrong with me?” I questioned myself, “Here I am fancying a twenty year old boy.” I did my best to pull myself together and covered my breasts properly.

I decided to go into the house until Peter was finished and wrapped the towel around me as best as possible. Once inside I closed the window blinds so I couldn’t be seen. I had left, however, a small gap in the blinds so that I could look out. I did so and I was shocked to see Peter with his shorts pushed down and his cock fully out.

I watched him breathlessly as he wanked his hardness. My towel was by now on the floor and one hand was between my legs. Fuck, he looked so good and it was like he wanted me to see him. There he was pumping his cock and then with a grimace on his face I watched him ejaculate. A great fountain erupted from him and fell onto the grass. By now my fingers were wet from my own juices and as he pulled up his shorts I staggered back to the settee. I lay down, my knees bent but my legs apart, as I brought myself to orgasm. I was panting hard, my pelvis was raised high and my whole body was shuddering.

I had never felt so licentious and almost immoral.

I got to my feet to look out of the window but Peter had gone. My God, I wanted him sexually so very much.

I didn’t sleep much that night. I tossed and turned thinking about the young man’s body and his penis, imagining what it would be like if he was in bed with me.

Monday
I gave myself a good talking to and told myself that I had to behave.

After breakfast I went for a swim - topless. I would have preferred to go naked but it was, after all, a public beach. I had my beach towel with me so I decided to lie on the sand to dry off afterwards. The sun wasn’t too hot as yet and the gentle warm breeze caressed my breasts and nipples.

I had closed my eyes. A few minutes later when I opened them there was Peter sitting a few yards away. His body was turned towards me and he was stroking his cock through his brief swimming shorts. It was as if he was showing off to me.

He looked around, to ensure no one else was about and pulled his stiffness out of his shorts. Fuck, he was going to perform for me. His hand was now surrounding his penis and he was moving it up and down, his foreskin being pulled right back as his hand moved downwards.

I know I should have left, but somehow I was transfixed. I lay there as he wanked, my legs squeezed together to stop myself from stimulating myself as well. His cock seemed to have now swelled to a huge size, the head like a maroon plum.

How I would have loved to have taken it in my mouth to savour the texture and flavour. Then suddenly, without warning he did his best to cover his penis with his shorts, stood up and walked away. I was left aroused and sexually wanting.

I lay still hoping the feelings of desire would subside but in the end I had to get up and return to my house. Once inside I switched on the television to see if I could find anything to take my mind off sex. Being mostly in the Spanish language I decided the only answer was a cold shower so I made my way upstairs.

I stepped inside my bedroom door, heard a noise and felt myself being grabbed by someone from behind. Before I had any opportunity to retaliate my hands were behind my back and I was thrown onto the bed. I felt scared at the power of my attacker as I was roughly turned over onto my back and then I saw that it was Peter.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

But he was sitting astride me now, holding my arms and pushing them above my head. He had some sort of material and he was tying my hands to the metal bed head. I felt so weak and vulnerable as I lay there while he secured my hands tightly.

“Please, there is no need to hurt me,” I pleaded, “I’ll do what you want.”

As usual he didn’t say a word, but continued to sit astride me. I had stopped struggling. His hands moved to my breasts and he cupped one in each hand. I couldn’t help myself and I sighed with pleasure and pushed my chest upwards slightly.

He continued to stroke my tits and my nipples responded sending pleasure throughout my body.

“Pull my nipples,” I whispered.

He took a nipple between his fingers and started to pull gently.

“Pull like you are milking me.”

As he did his best to follow my wishes I orgasmed lightly as I felt my nipples being stretched and my tits lifted with each movement.

I couldn’t understand myself. How could I respond like this?

He stopped his milking action and his hands moved downwards to my stomach and he circled my tummy button. He shuffled backwards so he was now sitting on my thighs. He started to pull on my bikini bottoms. They were only made of flimsy material and I heard them rip as he tugged at them determined to rip them to shreds.

I tried to lift up my bottom to help him, his hands were now beginning to scratch me as he continued to try to remove what was left of the garment.

“Just pull them down. I promise I won’t kick or struggle.”

He looked at me not knowing if I was telling the truth. He moved off of me and began to drag the bikini bottom downward over my thighs, past my ankles and finally over my feet. I was now completely naked before him. I knew I couldn’t stop him from doing anything he wanted to me … but, there again, I wasn’t sure that I actually wanted to stop him - as long as he didn’t hurt me.

“Do you want me to open my legs?”

He nodded. I spread my thighs slightly apart so he could see my pussy lips. As I was entirely shaven there was nothing to hide the view. The idea of him looking at me and seeing my most secret parts turned me on even more. I wanted him to see everything, my hard clit, my inside pinkness and my moistness.

I spread my legs further and then wider still. I was sure my cunt would now be slightly open and I wanted him to touch me, to explore me and then to fuck me. I was his, to do with whatever he wanted.

His hand reached out towards my inner core and I lifted my pelvis to try to make him contact me quicker. I was now desperate for release. If my hands had been free I’d have rubbed my clit to orgasm.

At last he touched my cunt, for that was what it was now. It was no longer a vagina but a pulsating wet, throbbing cunt. His finger slipped into me and I almost cried with delight.

“Pull my cunt lips apart at the top and touch my clit,” I ordered.

“It’s so big,” he said. He actually spoke!

“The girlfriend I once had … hers was small,” he continued.

I was panting as he spoke. He was rubbing my clit’s length and I knew I couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” I cried out and my cunt pulsated and throbbed, tightening and releasing as I orgasmed. I could feel cum flowing from me.

I think he was shocked at the way I had cum and he pulled his hand away from my pussy. He hadn’t expected the power of my orgasm or the flood of my juices.

He started to speak, “I .. I .. I ..,” but somehow couldn’t get any words out.

“Why don’t you let my hands free and I’ll give you the best fuck of your life.”

“No. No, I can’t. You’ll, you’ll ..”

“No, I won’t do anything you don’t want. I won’t tell anyone either. It’ll be our secret,” I said.

“You whore!” he shouted in return.

He stripped off his shirt and then his shorts and sat naked his penis red, fiery and very hard. There was pre-cum running down the shaft, glistening and sticky.

“You are a whore, a fucking whore,” he said again.

I was getting a little frightened. He obviously wanted to have power over me. I closed my eyes and waited. I knew he’d fuck me.

The bed moved as he shifted his position to kneeling between my legs. I let him push my legs wide apart again so he could enter me. He was big and hard but I was so wet I knew it wouldn’t hurt. The head of his cock was at my entrance and he was leaning over me his mouth biting my tits and then sucking hard on my nipples. Pain shot through me as his hands squeezed my tits hard, his finger nails grazing my delicate skin.

“Fucking whore,” he cried out once more and he pushed his cock deep into my soaking cunt. His whole length was in me hard and throbbing. I tried to tighten my inner muscles to make him cum but he pulled out of me and then thrust into me with all of his strength. I tightened my vaginal muscles again and he groaned out loud as he ejaculated deep inside me, his hot spunk spurting over and over.

As his cock stilled I felt the familiar thrill from my tummy as the beginning of my own orgasm began to arise. I wrapped my legs around his bottom to keep what was left of his erection inside me. His pubic bone ground against my clitoris and with that I orgasmed, my cunt getting hotter and hotter as I came in floods, my tits bouncing and shaking as my whole body pulsated with the indescribable pleasure of a full, heavy orgasm.

We lay still and he then lifted off me reaching for his clothes. He stood as he dressed.

“Please untie my hands. I won’t tell anyone.”

Peter didn’t know what to do.

“Please.”

He reached up and undid my hands. The wrists were red from where they had been tied. Peter was gone. I heard his feet clomp down the stairs and the outside door slam.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I filled my time with sight seeing, driving into the mountains and swimming on various beaches. I felt constantly randy and went about just wearing a thin dress, shoes and nothing else. Each night after my tourist exploits I arrived back at the house ready to masturbate and, as I did so, I often thought of Peter. I couldn’t forget him as my body still carried his scratches and bite marks - but they were now fading.

Friday
The phone rang. I was surprised as it hadn’t rung all week and I hadn’t told anyone the Spanish number.

“Hello.”

“Hello,” I said again.

“I .. I … I … could I, erm see you … please … I … I …”

“Sure come on over,” I knew that it was Peter.

A few minutes later we were sitting in the garden.

“I’ve come to say sorry, for what I did. I shouldn’t have, you know ...“

“What’s done is done. And I won’t tell anyone.”

The relief on his face was clear to see. He still looked magnificent, his legs strong , his body sculptured and toned. He could have any girl he wanted with his looks.

“Why did you do it. Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“I did have one a couple of years back but she … she never orgasmed the couple of times we had sex and then she laughed at me, saying I was a useless lover.”

“Has there never been anyone else?” I asked.

“No.”

I touched his face gently with my hand. He seemed so lonely and I wanted to hug him. Our lips touched and he kissed me gently. I just had to make love to him.

“Get undressed,” I whispered.

I watched as he took off his t-shirt and then his shorts. Already his penis was hard. He looked embarrassed by his erection. I had laid a big rug on the grass and told him to lie down. He did as he was told and I knelt beside him and held his hardness with one hand. I could feel the power and the first pre-cum was oozing from his small slit. I leant over and licked away the salty nectar, enjoying the flavour and aroma.

With my mouth now wet with desire I took the head of his penis between my lips and into my mouth. I tasted more pre-cum and I slurped with my tongue to swallow my spicy saliva.

Peter was groaning and tension could be felt in his balls, which were now tightly raised, almost disappearing into his body. I took more of his cock into my mouth, as much as I could, and stayed still savouring the experience. With one hand still on his balls and the root of his cock I knew he was about to cum.

I sucked again but withdrew him from my mouth, his cock running with my saliva. I pulled downward on his hardness, his foreskin fully stretched and could feel his sperm desperate for release. His cock pulsated and the first spurt of his thick cream shot high over his chest and I watched the magnificence of his penis pumping out his manly juices onto his beautiful body. I relished in my own small orgasm.

I unfastened my dress so that I was also naked and sat astride his softening cock. My hands massaged his spunk into his body. My pussy was wet and I was aware that his cock was already beginning to respond to my warmth. The wonders of a young virile man!

I stimulated his growing stalk with the movement of my pussy backwards and forwards over it’s length. Fuck, it felt so good. His cock now firm I lifted myself up from him and took his hardness in one hand positioning it at the entrance to my cunt. With a yelp of pleasure I dropped my body downwards skewered on his cock, feeling myself stretch with his size. He was fully inside me every inch devoured by my hungry cavern.

I sat still, circling my tits with my hands as I concentrated on the senses and sensitivity deep inside my cunt. His length was, as if, deep within my womb. I lifted up an inch and let myself fall onto him again, bending forward so my clitoris ground onto his pubic bone.

His hands grabbed at my breasts and I lowered them so he could reach them with his mouth. He sucked like an infant wanting his dinner as my cunt pulsated with contentment - at least for a short while.

Peter sighed and I couldn’t believe he was ready to cum again. I leant back again to sitting upright and started to bounce slowly up and down on his cock. As I became more and more aroused I was using his whole length to stimulate my intimate nerve endings. I was an animal, a bitch on heat, desperate for his spunk to drench my womb and vagina. I wanted to be filled to capacity.

I screamed out loud, now also rubbing my swollen clit with one hand to increase my lust and wantonness. With my cunt beyond control my orgasm overflowed and my body pushed down so that his cock was full inside me. Peter now came as well and I could sense his juices being forced into my very soul.

I allowed his penis to soften inside me enjoying the warmth and comfort it gave and we started to talk about sex. At last his inhibitions seemed to have flown. He asked if he could see my clitoris again. With regret I dismounted my stallion and lay down next to him.

“See?” I said and he looked at my sloppy, wet, stretched cunt. I pulled back the hood of my clit fully for him to see. I nearly orgasmed at the thought of him looking at me. His head went closer and I guided it to my clit.

“Suck on it,” I ordered and pushed his mouth onto my hardness, “Suck on it … please!”

He did so, his lips warm and unbelievably soft. I was groaning with lust and looped my legs around his neck and head keeping him in place as I orgasmed again, my juices escaping from my now gaping cunt.

“Thank you,” I said.

His mobile phone then rang. It was his mother. She wanted him home to help her with something.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he answered.

“I’ve got to go.”

As he stood his cock had sprung to life and I took it into my mouth and slurped like a desperate porn star . He stood still while I knelt before him sucking him, wanting him to cum once more before he left. I used every trick I knew and in a few minutes he was unloading into my mouth every drop of his remaining jism.

“I’ve got to go,” he laughed.

With cream trickling from my mouth I said, “Bye. Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

“No way,” he grimaced, “See you tomorrow.”

But I didn’t see him ‘tomorrow‘, or ever again.

Saturday.
It was time to go home, back to England, back to business and stress and my husband. But, for a short while, I had been young, sexy and free again.

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