Her First Convention I

Her First Convention I [part 1 of 2]
By: greendog (djmcm69@hotmail.com)

Gina was staring at the name of the second guess speaker listed on the convention's program. Dr. Jason Little, PhD. She wondered if this was the same Jason Little that she grew up with, went to high school with, attended the senior prom with? "I guess it could be." She thought. It had been almost seventeen years since she last saw him and she could clearly remember that night. Gina was attending a company-sponsored convention. Her first convention, and the first time she was away from her husband and daughters for this long period of a time. The convention would be four days and she left a day early for traveling, so five days without the kids would be a vacation for her. She loved her husband and kids but it will be nice to be away after twelve years of married life. The first speaker had just finished and the audience was returning to their seats awaiting for Dr. Little. He was to give a speech on economics. Gina was apprehensive and excited about seeing Jason again. She hoped it was really him that would be giving the speech. Back in the hometown that they grew up in, he was the town jock, the football quarterback, starter and star of the basketball team and president of his class. His school grades were second to only hers and she was the girl next door, head cheerleader and girlfriend of Jason's for what seamed like forever. They dated before high school, all through high school, attended the senior prom together and spent a lot of time in the back seat of his fathers' car. It could be at a drive inn movie or parked in their private place at the lake but it was always his father's car and often the back set. She wondered if he still had the body and build that he had when she knew him. He was considered a "stud" by Gina's friends and Gina agreed. Almost six four and he weighed around one ninety then. Gina could remember sitting in the back seat with him, his hands massaging her c-cup breast while she ran her hands though his blond short cropped hair. Their back seat dates started out with light petting, just kisses and hugs and a lot of talking about the future. As time went by, the back seat petting became more and more passionate with more kissing and less talking. Jason would always try to advance beyond second base while Gina would try to hold the line. She, like many girls of her time wanted to save herself for her wedding night. She had no doubt that it would be with Jason and would try to convince him that it would be worth the wait for both of them. Jason seamed satisfied with kissing and copping a few feels at the beginning but their relationship progressed to where she would allow him to remove her bra and fondle her breast while making out. She tried to keep his hands above her waist but often he got by her guard but never into her panties. She would fondle his manhood through his pants leaving him with a mess at the end of the night. Gina sat there waiting for the presentation to start when she found her mind wondering back to that prom night, the last time she had seen Jason. The prom was great and they attended a friend's party after. There was drinking, Jason had a few beers and she had some wine. She couldn't remember how many but later they proceeded to their secret hideaway with his father's car. Jason wasted no time in removing her bra and while licking and sucking on her breast she felt him reach down and remove her panties. He was so quick, and she was reeling from the wine that she didn't stop him. She felt his hands at her most precious place. She felt herself, hot and wet as his fingers played with her. She told herself that she would give herself to Jason tonight for she loved him and he loved her. The feeling of his lips kissing the inside of her legs, advancing up to her wet spot was fantastic. He quickly reached his target, softly kissing and then licked from the bottom up to her clitoris. Gina could still remember the moan she let out seventeen years ago and the pleasure his tongue was giving her. She could still feel his licking, his lips caressing and his fingers entering her vagina. She remembered how quickly she exploded with her first "real" orgasm. Then the beginning of the end started. A rap on the backseat window, officer Rob Billows, a good friend of Jason's father was there tapping the window with his nightstick. "All right you two, it's time to break it up before you get yourselves in real trouble." He said. He smelled the beer on Jason, insisted that we leave his father's car and he took us home. Gina's parents were asleep when Officer Billows dropped her off but Jason's were waiting for him. Officer Billows did not plan to tell his parents but when they saw his police vehicle and their son in the front seat, he had to tell them. Jason was grounded for underage drinking. He couldn't go out, use the phone or communicate with Gina or any of his friends until he left for college the following week. His school had unofficial football practice almost all summer for all incoming freshmen, which he had to attend. Gina received a scholarship also, for academics, but at a school two states away. They wrote each other at first, every week. Then the letters were further and further apart. They were supposed to get together at the Christmas break and during the summer break but somehow it didn't happen. After the letters stopped, Gina started dating. She continued to saved herself, determined to give virginity to her husband, on their wedding day. She met her future husband during her junior year and they married soon after graduation. She had been three months pregnant at her wedding. So much for saving herself. A second daughter was born just after their second wedding anniversary. With two little girls at home all thoughts of an outside career were put on hold. Gina loved her husband and her daughters, she loved married life. She did desire to start a career so when the kids were old enough, she started taking classes at night in pursuit of her Master's degree. She was offered a position in a marketing company near home and accepted it. After a few years she moved up in her department to assistant department head. This conference she was attending was supposed to be attended by her boss who at the last minute had to cancel. She was asked to fill in for him and after checking with her husband agreed. It would be sort of a vacation for her, and a chance to get needed credits toward her degree. Four days of conference would cut three months off of her class time. Sitting there, Gina drifted back to her home and her sex life. She was satisfied with her husbands love making but sometimes wondered if it was as good as it could be. She had nothing to compare it to except those few moments, long ago, in the back seat of Jason's father's car. Recently, in discrete discussions with her female friends, many admitted to having relations with men other than their husbands. Usually, she would climax with her husband during sex and loved it when he would go down on her. Often, almost always, when he was eating her she would dream of Jason, and she would lose control of herself, pulling her husband head into her and holding him until she reached that final release. It was always Jason eating her, Jason fingering her, in Jason's fathers back seat. She thought about having a one night stand for comparison. When she worked out at the gym, she would see the men looking at her, wishing she was theirs. Gina had kept her body in great shape using the gym, jogging and dieting. She could still fit into her cheerleader outfit which was often requested by her husband. The only real change in her body from her high school days to now was the length of her hair and getting into a 36C cup bra. She should switch to D-cup Bra. Then she saw him. It was Jason being introduced at the dias. She listened to every word he said. She saw him look at her several times during his speech. The look in his eyes told her that he recognized her. After the speech she watched as he approached her. She stood to greet him and allowed him to hug her and hold her in his arms. The mother of two was so excited to see her long lost friend and high school lover that she cried. He escorted her from the conference room to a little coffee shop where the spent the next hour catching up with each other's lives. He was still single but told her how impressed he was that she had two children and still looked as good as she did. Jason told her that he was sent here to give his speech and was not scheduled to fly out until 11:00 that night. "We have almost nine hours to catch up, so I want to spend every minute of it with you." He told her. "I don't have a room here and I would like to freshen up. Do you think I could use your room, then we could have dinner?" He asked. Before she could consider his request, he rose from his seat, reaching out to assist her from hers. Gina quickly decided there was anything wrong with his request so she rose with his assistance, intending to give him her room key. Before she could get it out of her pocketbook he took her by the arm and guided her, arm-in-arm toward the elevators. The small talk continued in the elevator and until they reached her room. Jason stood aside allowing her to open the door to her room then he guided her into the room. She pointed out to him where the clean towels were, even though she knew it wasn't necessary for they were in clear sight in the bathroom. "Sit down and relax, I'll only be a few minutes." Jason told her. Gina decided to sit on the only chair in the room rather than the bed. It didn't seam right to her to sit on the bed, in a hotel room with her ex-boyfriend. She knew her husband would not appreciate it, in fact would be very mad if he even knew she was in a room with another man. Sitting in the chair she watched as Jason removed his suit jacket, loosened then removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Gina tried not to stare as he removed his shirt. She noticed he still had the muscular build he had when they dated. His muscles still look hard and sculptured. She sat there and watched and was unable to say anything when he loosened his belt and removed his suit pants. He stepped out of them, watching her watching him, then bent a little to remove his underpants. The mother of two didn't say anything because she was too surprised about what had just happened in front of her. The next thing she knew was he was standing just inches away with his erection pointing toward her. His hands were on each side of her face, softly rubbing her temples while holding her in place. He moved forward so that his penis was lined up with her lips, then before she could react it was on her lips. She opened them to allow him entrance as he pushed forward so more. She had never performed fellatio. Not with her husband or any of her boyfriends before him. One hand moved from the side of her head to the back, holding her while he slowly introduced more and more of his cock into her mouth. It was bigger than her husbands, much longer and fatter. She heard him moan then he said "Suck it." As he continued to press forward. Her lips enclosed around the head, then she felt him withdrawing until only the tip of the head was left in her mouth. His cock was again being pushed into her mouth until the head was against the back of her mouth, pressing into her throat. "Swallow." She heard him say, which she did. His dick slide into her throat until she felt her nose up against his stomach. He withdrew it out until again only the head was on her lips. She gasped for air while she could for she knew he was going to put his cock back into her throat soon. Quickly a rhythm was formed, in, out, her sucking and him holding her head. His cock was pressed deep down into her throat when she felt is getting bigger. She realized that one of her hands was cupping his balls and the other was holding on to the back of his leg for support. She heard him grunt, then shake and felt a hot fluid sliding down her throat. He had ejaculated into her throat. She felt him remove his cock from her mouth but left it there in front of her face. "Lick it clean." She heard him direct her. Not sure of what to do, Gina looked up into his eyes then lower herself to lick the remaining cum from his cock. Stunned, she watched as he turned away from her walking toward the shower. "I'm going to take a shower now. I want you to undress. You can either join me or wait on the bed, because when I finish my shower I'm going to fuck you." Gina sat on the chair thinking about what just happened. She committed adultery, didn't she? No, it was rape, wasn't it. No, it wasn't rape. He didn't force her. He just held her head. She heard the water in the shower running and she thought she should run. Run out of her own room because if she hesitates she knows she will end up in bed committing adultery. She stood, looked at the exit door then slowly walked to the bed, removing her clothes. Completely nude she was laying on the bed, waiting for Jason to take her. When Jason finished his shower, he approached Gina, waiting for him on the bed. He climbed between her spread legs, lower his head to her breast and began feasting on them. He did say anything as he licked first one then the other. She felt the sensations of his tongue as the heat spread from her breast throughout her body. All she could do was accept what he was doing to her. She was helpless. Then she felt him rubbing his large cock between her wet lips. Coating it. Gina felt the head pushing into her. It was big. Much bigger than her husbands and since his was the only cock that had ever entered her she thought they were all the same size. She felt him stretching her as he pushed further and further into her. He was deeper than her husband ever was and she realized he was only half way in. He keep pushing, deeper and deeper, stretching and stretching her. She was in pain, pleading with him to stop and take it out but instead her continued pushing it deeper until he had it all into her. It hurt but also there were sensations of pleasure. She felt him slowly withdraw until he was almost completely out then she felt him again entering her. This time it didn't hurt as much. It didn't hurt at all. She lay on her back as he pumped his cock deep into her. Her level of pleasure rose and rose with each stroke. She found she was matching his strokes with stokes of her own. Gina forgot everything that had happened and what was happing. She had never felt this way before. She was being fucked and she loved it. The married lady heard her own moans of pleasure, her pleading to Jason to fuck her until the explosion of lust filled her body. The flash of intense pleasure, the white light, as she came and came. Gina felt Jason ejecting her with his seaman but not caring if he was impregnating her. She knew she wanted his cock again tonight. They never made it to dinner. It was almost like a second honeymoon. Jason used her every way he wanted and Gina enjoyed all of it. She lost count of her orgasms. He took her doggy style, on her back, and she rode him cowboy style. The time flew by and before she knew what had happened he dressed, kissed her goodby and left. Gina knew that she would never see him again but would always remember these few hours. They didn't exchange phone numbers or address and in fact Gina realized that Jason didn't even know her married name. She knew that he used her like any other woman he may have just met, just sex, she wasn't anything special to him. Gina laid in bed after his departure. She was still nude but too tired to put on a nightgown. Jason's sperm leaked from her as she drifted off to sleep. Her first meeting was scheduled early tomorrow and she knew she should have called her husband.

I could not take it anymore part 2

I could not take it anymore part 2 [part 2 of 3]
By: Shellywife (shellywillfly@yahoo.com)

As I said before I cheated on my husband with Aaron from work. His cock is bigger, and I feel more uninhibited with him. I love sex but with my husband I feel I need to hold back a bit. I had not been with Aaron in a while. Not sex anyway, I would give him head in his car, and sometimes handjobs in the janitors closet. I would always swallow his cum, which I did not do for Jay. This was no relationship, just a big dick to fuck. His cock made my pussy feel full. He was a great fuck and he did what I wanted in bed. I was still fucking Jay about once a week and it was still good, but different. I would cum from Jay fucking me, but not as much or as good as when Aaron did. I was very guilty at first but Jay talked me into this. If he had not talked about me fucking another man I would have never thought of it. As I said Aaron and I had not fucked in a while, but we would soon have our chance again.

Jay had finished packing his suit case. He kissed me on the head, and was off to the airport. The minute I saw his car turn the corner, I was on the phone to Aaron. He showed up in about a half hour, and when the door closed behind him he attacked me. His hands found my tits and he started squeezing them. I reached my hand down his pants and started jerking him off right there in the breezeway. There is nothing hotter than feeling a big throbbing cock in your hand. We were in the midst of kissing and fondling when I heard a car door. I was as scared as I had ever been. Jay must have forgotten something, and he is going to catch us. I ran to the window, only to see the neighbor walking to his house. I was so relieved, but it scared me badly. I went to the kitchen and grabbed some wine to calm myself down. There I was standing with the refrigerator door open with my ass hanging in the breeze drinking straight from the bottle of wine. Out of nowhere I felt Aaron behind me. He got down on his knees behind me and started licking my pussy and ass from behind. His face was buried between my legs and I started coming in minutes. I reached behind me a pushed his head further in. I felt his fingers searching for my soaking wet hole. He found his mark, and started ramming his finger into me. He started with one and then two fingers. The whole time his tongue rubbing up and down my asshole. It felt so good my legs started to shake. I pulled away from him and he stood up and started kissing my tits. Sucking on my nipples like a madman. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach and I needed it in me.

I grabbed him by his dick and pulled him towards the kitchen table. I kneeled down and took him into my mouth for a few seconds, and then bent over the table. Aaron came up behind me and teased my pussy with his cock until I shoved myself back onto it. It was so hot being fucked right there in the kitchen where I share meals with my husband. I was holding on to the table as Aaron fucked me hard. The last time was more love making but this time it was just fucking. He was fucking me harder and harder. I was screaming so loud. It felt so good I don't think I stopped Cumming the whole time.

After a few minutes of Aaron plowing away at me from behind, I rolled over so I could look him in the eye. As soon as I was on my back again he shoved his cock back into me. Sweat was pouring off his forehead as he screwed me. I could not help but smile at him while he was fucking me. "You love that dick don't you". He asked. "More than anything". I replied. "Would you do anything I asked?" Aaron inquired. "Yes" was all I could say, as I was mid orgasm. He slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy. I did not know what he was going to do, and I was ready for anything. He rubbed the head of his prick up and down my slit again. It was covered in my cum, and it looked so hot. He told me to lift my legs up for him, which I did. He put his cock up against my puckered bunghole and started pushing. I have tried anal only once, and it hurt at first but was okay I guess. When I did it before it was with Jay's smallish cock, but now I was in for a workout. I was all worked up and I figured whatever Aaron wanted I would give him. Why else be in a no strings relationship?

I could feel the pressure and the pain of his pole trying to invade my ass. I was squirming around and wincing, but I figured it would be okay. He started pushing a bit harder and it slid in. He started to pump in and out, but I told him to stop for a second. I needed to get used to it being in there. Everything in me was saying push it out, but I wanted him in my ass. I slowly got used to this big fat dick in my ass, and started slowly rocking my ass further onto it. "Yeah Baby" Aaron said. I felt happy that I was making him happy. Aaron started matching my rocking, and it kinda felt good. He was picking up steam and moaning as he drilled me in the butt. I could not help but picture Jay as I got fucked. I could see him standing there little cock in his hand jerking off as I got reamed. I wondered if he could handle watching me get my ass fucked by a real man. I would make him lick my clit while Aaron did me, I thought to myself.

I quickly faded out of my daydream when I heard Aaron saying something. "Shelly your ass is so tight". He said. "Keep fucking my ass with that huge dick" I told him. "I won't hold out much longer" he said. Everything from there out was a blur of moaning and screams of pleasure. I never in my life thought I would like a dick in my ass, never mind begging for it. I could feel Aaron doing me faster and faster closer and closer to him cumming. "Cum in my mouth" I demanded. He did not respond. " I want your cum in my mouth" I yelled again. "I want to taste it". He kept right on fucking me. I was grunting with every stroke. Finally he quickly pulled his cock from my asshole. He got up near my face and tried to put his dick in my mouth. I did not want it in my mouth, just the jizz. I reached out and grabbed hold of his cock and started jerking it hard and fast. Aaron's whole body shook as he started shooting all over my face and into my mouth. I could not help but lick my lips as it tasted so good. It is funny that I won't even suck Jay's dick but there I was licking my lovers cum from around my mouth. Aaron went to his pants, and took out his cellphone. Before I could protest he took a picture of me covered in cum, and my stretched out butthole. I did not get mad but I told him he better not show anyone. He said I would never show anyone, which I found out later was a lie. Needless to say my backside was sore for quite awhile. We made plans to get together again in a few days. Jay would still be out of town, and I needed that cock in me again. Something about fucking Aaron let me show my slutty side. I will let everyone know what happens when Aaron does me again.

The Tipping Point

The Tipping Point [part 1 of 5]
By: Van Horne

Author's note: All rights reserved by the author, 2005. This story may not be reposted to any other commercial or noncommercial Web site, and may not be reproduced for profit or commercial use, or made available to any for whom its possession would be illegal or inappropriate, particularly minors. If you are not 18 or over, or if you are not of legal age in any state or province for the reading of erotic material, please stop reading immediately. This story is for adults only.

The inspiration for the story was a recent caller to a TV program called "Sex with Sue"; this caller had been quite happily married for some years, but had practically no libido - she had sex only because it gave her husband pleasure.

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It was like whoever or whatever designed my body forgot some of the software. I mean, I knew all about the fact that other people thought about sex all the time, and got horny, and had daydreams and fantasies and sexy plans for the end of the evening, the weekend, the vacation.

Me? When it came to downtime, I liked the down-home pleasures. When it came to parties, I liked the social aspect. The good food, the jokes, the conversation, the friendship. For dating, I liked the quiet times, the caring, the gifts, the excitement of being seen with a cute boy when all my friends had their own cute boys.

I soon learned that my friends were on a different planet. They talked all the time about daring stuff, and going to first or second base, and how badly tempted they were to do this or do that. I just thought it was, well, amusing. Sort of like they had an animal side at times, a side that I just didn't have.

I did my share of saying NO and pushing hands away. When a boy was really nice, I would let him go far enough that he would think I was normal. That was my biggest fear, to tell the truth - that my friends would think that it was ME who was weird. And I was afraid the guys would start talking about me as some kind of twisted sister, the ice queen, the frigid bitch.

I met Bobby in my second year at University. The nicest, most gentle, most gentlemanly guy I'd ever met. Great to talk to, lots of jokes, and wild stories about everyone but himself. Like me, he hardly did anything wild, but heard and saw lots of wild and crazy stuff that happened to his buddies. At the end of our dates, Bobby was a bit like the other guys, but not as desperate. He wanted to touch, explore, and all that stuff. So... I let him. It felt nice.

A year later, on the anniversary of our first date, I let him go all the way. It hurt a lot. I was as tough a virgin as they come. I can honestly say I hadn't even played with myself in all those years. It was Bobby's first time too, and he felt kind of guilty about hurting me, but afterwards he was obviously on Cloud Nine. About the fourth time we did it, I felt pretty good. I think I had an orgasm, and said to myself, "Thank God - I'm normal".

Bobby and I both got business degrees, and planned to start our own little marketing outfit. After we got married of course, which we did the summer after graduation. We got a nice little company going, and decided not to have kids. We had a great house on a ravine lot, a swimming pool, and good friends, though I must say they were a little too wild at times.

Because we were all young and, mostly, pretty good-looking, the talk just as often as not would turn to sex. I knew from all the stories and jokes and the magazines I read that my sex life wasn't anything like theirs. I didn't see why I should do anything about it. Bobby seemed perfectly happy, and I didn't really think I was missing anything. I didn't need the animal side. I didn't need to go crazy, to talk about going crazy, to tell stories about how I'd almost gone insane for the male stripper at a bachelorette party or for Russell Crowe with his shirt off or the hunky pool cleaner, etc. etc.

About seven years into the marriage, Bobby started getting a little kinky in bed. I mean, he wasn't into tying me up or forcing me to wear hooker's lingerie or anything like that. He just wanted to talk about sexy things while we were having sex. I'd be on my back, as usual, and his mouth would be close to my ear as he was about to come. I'd help him get to his climax by moving my hips, feeling good, liking the fact that I was making HIM feel good. Sometimes I'd feel a kind of extra pressure, like something was about to bust wide open. My heart would race, and then I'd feel Bobby splash me with his little Mr. Happy, and I'd have what I thought was an orgasm.

As I was saying though, Bobby started saying things when he got close to cumming. He'd ask if I liked it when some other guy was dancing with me at the party. Did I let the guy cop a little feel of my sexy little body? Or Bobby would say he wanted to make it with me in the woods behind our house, and let some other couple see me naked. A bunch of times he said he wanted to be two guys, so that one Bobby could take me from the front and the other Bobby would be rubbing me all over from behind.

The first couple of times he did this I told him to stop being silly. Then I realized he really was into it, and that it helped him get to the end a lot faster than he usually did. So I went along with it. I knew it was the same simple thing a lot of other couples did. The stories were fantasies. They were sex aids, like keeping your body in good shape, and wearing sexy clothes. The only problem was that Bobby told me a couple of times, in all seriousness, that he thought it would be great if I really did flirt more at our parties. And by flirting, he didn't just mean engaging in a bit of racy talk. He said he thought it would be truly awesome if I got carried away somehow. Not going too far, maybe, but far enough that I let some other guy's hand stray, or gave a little tongue to some guy for a goodbye kiss, and stuff like that.

When he was in the heat of passion, though, it was like he was telling me something else. Like, it would be fucking awesome to him if I got totally carried away. Like, if I let some guy get naked with me, or slip his hands inside my panties. As usual, I played along just enough to let it ride. I knew I just wasn't built for that kind of speed. Other people had gigabytes of that kind of software, and all I had was a few bits and bytes of an older, softer line.

Near the end of July, we threw a big poolside party. Bobby was leaving for a week-long sales trip the following day, a Thursday, and this was as good an excuse as any to get a gang together. It was the usual. Lots of good food, lots of wine and beer, laughter, good stories. Earlier that day, Bobby had convinced me to wear my hot-pink two-piece. In company, I always wore my black one-piece to cover up my 36C's, and I usually wore a light, mid-thigh cover over that. I was really nervous when the guests started to arrive. They were all going to think I was half-naked. That I wanted to look slutty. But they all changed right away into their own bathing suits, most of which were a lot more daring than mine, and so I started to relax. On top of that, I got a lot of comments on what great shape I was in. I even left off my wrap for an hour here, an hour there. No one could have known what I was feeling, not even Bobby. I felt I was really taking a walk on the wild side. In my own mind I felt practically naked, that I was being a very daring exhibitionist. I was doing all this for Bobby - it was never something I'd do on my own.

We had a great outdoor sound system, and as the twilight turned into night-time, and as the evening started to wear down, the couples tended to spend less time in circulating and networking and more time on the side of the patio we set up as the dance floor. There were lots of pleasant shenanigans. Couples were splitting up and cutting in on other couples, and there was joking about who Mrs. X or Mr. Y was going home with.

I was in the middle of a dance with Bobby, when a single guy from our main delivery service asked to cut in. Of all the guys at the party, I thought he was the cutest. Apart from Bobby of course. This guy, Jake Embree, was about 7 inches taller than Bobby, who was the same height as me. Jake was a lot more buff, too. He was the kind of guy that, when you looked at him, you had to think about his body, because he obviously wanted it that way. That's not to say he was vain, or that he didn't have anything to say. He told a good story, and knew some good jokes. He was also a great athlete, which he proved by winning the fancy dive competition an hour ago with a triple flip and rip entry.

Jake said, "Hey, Bobby. Stop hogging your wife." Bobby laughed, and gave my hand to Jake just as a long slow song started. I felt a sudden panic. It wasn't that I'd never danced with another guy. It was just that I'd taken off my wrap when I started my dance with Bobby, and now I felt even more naked in my hot-pink two-piece with a string tie at the back. I know, I was covered up a lot more than most of the other women on the floor, but I was different. I felt differently about this stuff.

Jake started off by talking about what a great party it had been, and how beautiful the night air was, and stuff like that. None of the goofy flirting that everyone else seemed to be into, and that helped me relax. Then something else happened.

I realized I had felt a bit panicky for another reason. It was something about Jake, some kind of electric force field coming out of his whole personality and his body. I'd read about this, and heard stories about it, but it was always something that happened to other women. When his hand curled round the muscles of my lower back, and put a very light pressure on them, to move me closer to him, I felt my skin light up. It was like he was applying some kind of neon magnetic heat pad, with a kind of tickle to it. As his hand moved over my back, or touched my sides, I was incredibly sensitive, half like being tickled, and half like something else, something that made me feel lively.

Part of me wanted to laugh, and part of me wanted to quit the dance floor on the spot. The pressure was making me dizzy. I rested my head on Jake's chest, his nipple inches from my mouth. I could see it harden under my breath, and I could feel my own breasts mash into his ribs, the fronts of our thighs brushing as we shuffled slowly from side to side. I felt a kind of pain in my groin, a light prickling pain, the kind you feel when your foot has fallen asleep and starts coming back to life. For a while I felt like I had to go to the washroom; a spring of something warm and wet seemed to be melting and trickling into me.

I was still moving with Jake when the song ended, and he said, "We better wait for the next song before we start dancing again."

"Oh," was all I could say, as if I was three sheets to the wind, and then we both laughed. The next song started up right away, and for a couple of seconds, before another couple blocked my view, I saw Bobby watching us from the far side of the pool, hoisting a beer to me with a big grin. The song must have been a popular one, because suddenly it seemed as if everyone left at the party was on the dance floor, and Jake and I were shuffled off to a back corner, just at a place where a few steps could lead a person round to the back side of the pool shed. Jake said with a soft smile, "I think I'm in heaven, Julie." I said, "Why's that?" And he said, "Well, call me corny, but... but it's a beautiful night, and in my arms I've got the most beautiful woman in town."

When I replied, I stuttered a bit. It was just about the flirtiest thing I'd ever said to anyone other than my husband in my life, "Well, I have to admit, you, you're a long cool drink yourself, in a nice-looking bottle." Jake responded by brushing his lips along the top of my forehead, and squeezing me more closely. His thigh brushed against my mons, sending a shock wave through me from head to foot and back again. Instead of shocking me back to reality, though, I now did the wildest thing I'd ever done in my life. I touched my lips to Jake's little nipple, giving the hard bud the faintest squeeze between my lips. No one but Jake and me knew what had happened. I felt another shock as I felt his manhood rise against me, pressing up from his bathing shorts against my navel.

Jake said, "Now look what you made me do." I laughed, but at the same time I was frightened. What if someone saw him like that? Saw his hard on? I pressed closer to help him hide it, but that just seemed to make him bigger and harder. My mind was racing. I had to save face, but I was curious. Jake seemed to be enormous. Either that or he had a fat snake stuffed down that suit. Jake said, "We have a second problem. I think the string of your bra is undone. I'll keep the two ends pressed to your back, so no one notices." For the first time in my life, I had a genuinely wild fantasy - I had a sudden image of being at a party where everyone was naked, and Jake was dancing with me.

I said, thinking quickly, "Let's move closer to the shed. That's right. Another step this way, and... aha, no one can see us." We were behind the shed, but we were still dancing. Jake said, "I'm about to tie your top back on, but... just before I do..." He moved his lips close to mine, and I let him start a kiss. Again, I had that feeling of some kind of neon electric shockwaves pulsing through me. Then I did something totally shocking. I stepped back from Jake, so that my top dangled loosely over my breasts. It was an invitation, and Jake took it, running his electric hands up my ribs and onto the sides of my breasts, then softly brushing my nipples with his fingertips. I said, "Thanks. Thank-you for a wonderful dance." He touched me so sweetly, so gently, so sexily. I wanted it to go on, and on, but I came to. "I have to run now. Quick, tie me up." Jake just kept saying stuff like, "Wow. Outstanding. Tell Bobby I'm moving in." But I left him standing there with his ridiculously big hard on, and I went looking for Bobby.

In bed that night, for the first time, I couldn't wait for Bobby to get on top of me. I didn't even mind when he wanted to talk dirty. In fact, I wanted him to. What was getting into me?

Bobby said, "I saw you dancing with Jake. Did you let him cop a little feel?"

"Now, Bobby. You and your imagination."

"Well, did you?"

"Well... maybe." Hearing this, I could feel Bobby suddenly get a little harder, a little thicker. He said, "Did he sneak a little feel of your perfect little butt?"

"Mmmm. I think... maybe he did. Maybe he ran his hands under my bikini."

"Omigod, Julie. You are such a hot creature." I wanted Bobby to get to the point where he calls me his lovely little slut, because that's what I was feeling like, and I kept remembering how Jake's touching made my whole body feel like it was waking up from some kind of big sleep.

"That's not all he did."

"Omigod, Julie. There's more? Tell me." Bobby was pushing a little faster now, a bit erratic in his excitement.

"Well... He got a hard on from dancing with me, so we had to go behind the shed to hide it."

"Mmmm, you're so hot."

"Then he undid my string. He ran his hard hands over my soft breasts."

I was matching the thrusts of my own hips to Bobby's. I'd only done that in the past to get Bobby faster to his pleasure, but now for one of the first times in my life I was doing it without really thinking, just like an animal in heat. Bobby said, "Ohhh... you are such a lovely... little... slut!" Then I felt Bobby explode inside me, filling me with what seemed like the biggest number of hot splashes he'd ever given me. Something good kind of broke inside me, too, but...

I wasn't sure what it was. I felt as if there was a longer road to travel. Don't get me wrong - I felt as good as I'd ever felt after sex, but something told me I could be heading for bigger, wilder, better.

As he collapsed in pleasure beside me, Bobby asked, "You didn't really let old Jake run his hands over your naked breasts, did you?" I didn't know how to answer, and Bobby took that as a sign that something really did happen. "Omigosh," he said, "something really did go on between you and Jake."

"Hush up, baby. You go to sleep now."

"Hey, I won't push it, sweetheart. It's OK. I like the idea of you flirting. We all have a wild side." And then he fell asleep, trying to hold me. I spent the evening tossing and turning, imagining a scenario where everyone left the party except Jake, and he and I danced in the neon heat of electric touch until dawn.

Actions and Consequences 9

Continuing to rub for a few more seconds, I finally took a deep breath

fearing the worst as I finally aimed the tip of my helmet at her tight 

ring then whispered "Are you ready?" watching Pauline take a deep 

breath then nod, I started to press down. 

"Oh Pauline....you should see how beautiful this looks" I moaned as I

watched the tip of my cock finally push gently inside her tight ring as 

millimetre by millimetre, I pressed slowly, watching Pauline's ass 

submit and take more of my steel like shaft. 

Watching the last of my helmet finally ease in, I continued at a slow

pace as Pauline gasped "okay...stop...give me a chance to get used to 

it" 

"Is it sore?" I moaned with a note of disappointment watching Pauline

open her eyes and look at her feet on my shoulders as she finally shook 

her head. 

"Eh....strange....uncomfortable....but....if I get used to it.....don't

worry you'll get what you want" Pauline said then gave me a reassuring 

smile. 

"Okay....slowly" Pauline whispered as I started to push again watching

Pauline raise her hand as I stopped. 

"It isn't sore.....just......weird" Pauline whispered holding her hand

up for a few seconds then finally asked "how much more?" Looking down 

at the remaining few inches I finally groaned "that's about half" 

Watching Pauline drop her hand as her fingers started back on her clit,

I started to push slowly as Pauline body looked tense as I continued to 

push deeper into her ass. 

"Oh shit.....I'm in" I moaned just before Pauline felt my groin meet her

ass. Watching Pauline look at me for a second then smile Pauline 

whispered "so far....no complaints" 

Pulling back an inch or so then slowly pressing forward, Pauline

continued to rub her clit and lips at a slow pace as she looked at me. 

"Well....is it nice?" Pauline purred with a meek smile as I quickly

replied "you'll never believe how tight it is......it's amazing" 

Looking down watching my shaft move gently back and forth, I knelt there

for almost a minute as Pauline seemed comfortable with the fact that my 

hard shaft was deep in her ass and fucking her gently. Pulling back 

slightly further each time, I started to try and build up the thrusts 

gently. 

"okay......I'm enjoying it" Pauline whispered with a quivering gasp as I

looked at her finger, realising that Pauline was now tweaking at her 

clit with more pace. 

"Do you like being fucked in the ass?" I moaned lustfully as Pauline

looked at me then nodded. 

"Oh Craig......" Pauline moaned as I watched her close her eyes then lay

on her back as her breathing seemed to quicken. 

"I've thought about it so much......" Pauline moaned as I looked down as

I gave a more forceful thrust. 

"Can we try it.....doggy style?" I moaned as Pauline nodded gently. 

Pulling back as I watched my hard shaft slide clear, Pauline quickly

slipped her feet either side of my shoulders then finally rolled over 

onto her hands and knees. Guiding my hard shaft back to Pauline's ass I 

watched my cock slide easily into her cheeks as Pauline whispered "just 

do it.....as hard as you like" 

Pushing forward as I watched my cock disappear into her pale round ass,

I grabbed Pauline's hips then grunted "So you like it?" watching 

Pauline nod, Pauline quickly groaned "no need to ask if you like it" 

Picking up the pace of my thrusts as Pauline's ass tried to strangle my

hard shaft, I knelt behind her then finally groaned "Oh fuck......you 

want to see it.....you look great like this". With my head swimming in 

pure lust, my eyes capturing every seedy moment as I fucked my 

girlfriend ass, my brain and mouth had given up trying to sort out what 

should have been said and what I should have kept to myself. 

"Craig....do it harder" Pauline moaned as I knelt there continuing to

pick up the pace until we could both hear the slapping of our bodies. 

"Oh Pauline.....I want you to sit on top one night, and do it like that"

I moaned as I tightened my grip on her hips as I watched Pauline nod. 

"Harder....." Pauline growled as I started to jack hammer into her ass

as I felt Pauline try to push back on me at the same time. 

"Don't wait for me....I want to feel it....." Pauline moaned as I felt

my orgasm build rapidly. 

"Oh Pauline....." I moaned as I looked down watching my shaft slam deep

into her bowels as Pauline moaned and gasped. 

"Craig....please.....cum inside me.....I want you to...." Pauline moaned

as I literally tried to impale myself as deep inside Pauline as I could 

manage. 

"I'm nearly there....." I moaned seconds from orgasm. 

"Oh Craig.....I love it in my bum......you can do it all the time"

Pauline moaned as her words were the final catalyst that my body 

needed. 

"Oh shit" I growled then lurched forward slamming as deep as I could,

before holding Pauline in place as I felt my cock erupt deep in her 

ass. 

"I'd a funny feeling that would get you there" Pauline sniggered as I

held onto her hips with a vice like grip as I bucked and shook. 

"Oh that was nasty" I moaned with my eyes closed basking in a long

orgasm. 

Feeling the energy quickly seep from my body as my orgasm quickly ebbed

away, I finally moaned "do you want me to keep going?" 

"Nope....no rush though....." Pauline sniggered as I held her in place

for a few seconds more then finally looked down as I prized her cheeks 

apart with the fingers of my left hand and watched as I slowly eased my 

spent shaft back out of her ass. 

Watching my spent helmet finally appear, I watched Pauline's ass retract

quickly, flopping down beside her, I laughed as Pauline looked down at 

me then reached over at kissed me. 

"Did you like that?" Pauline asked with a sinister smile. 

Lying on my back nodding, I got a funny feeling there might be a sting

in the tale. 

"Did you?" I asked watching Pauline's eyes. 

"What do you think?" Pauline asked then laughed before crawling from the

bed as she staggered through to the toilet. 

Watching Pauline climb into bed, Pauline did admit that towards the end

it was a little sore but nothing she couldn't handle. 

"Does that mean.......?" I asked as Pauline giggled. 

"Craig....not all the time.....no......but if I'm in the mood.....you'll

know" Pauline said with a soft smile. 

With our own mini palace and both of us working, this is what I had been

dreaming about my entire life. I knew that Pauline appeared to like 

having sex and after seven months her appetite for sex hadn't 

diminished any, unlike other girls I'd dated. 

I guess given my history, I expected Pauline's sex drive to slowly

diminish, what I didn't realise that Pauline's sex drive would cause 

other problems.