Mike and Marsha

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Mike and Marsha (M/F, first, enema, anal, spank, sex)
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I got my first look at the real Marsha through the café window as walked past on my way to the door. She looked up and smiled timidly, then looked away. In another minute I slid into the seat across from her.

"Hi Marsha!" I put my best foot forward and pretended that I did this all the time. Marsha and I wanted similar things, according to our e-mail and IM conversations, but I admit that I’m nervous when I met someone for the first time. There’s still some sizing up of the other party and reading their reaction to you. I kept moving, knowing that any anxiety would go away quickly if we were meant to be together.

"Hello Mike." She more reserved. It was nervousness, not rejection. I understood the courage it took to meet real life and the need to expand the comfort zone to make a net friend into a real life friend.

"Thank you for coming, Marsha. You’re a great girl." She blushed. "Has the server been here yet?"

"I think that’s her now." A middle aged woman walked toward us and gave me an appraising look.

"Hi there." The server greeted Marsha with familiarity. "What can I get you folks to drink?" she asked as she turned away from Marsha and gave me her best smile. Up close, I could read "Mary" on her name tag.

"Ice tea, please, Mary." She turned back to Marsha, who nodded. All this told me that Marsha came her often enough that Mary knew her normal drink, which apparently was also ice tea.

"Any trouble getting parking?" I started the small talk.

"No, I know a couple of kind of hidden places around back. I see you got to park on the street."

"I put a quarter in the meter, but that won’t quite get me to 6 o’clock. If you see a meter maid, please sing out."

Marsha suppressed a giggle. "Don’t worry. The city doesn’t pay them to work past 5, so the last hour of the day is really on the honor system."

I smiled and gave a suppressed chuckle. "Looks like we’re on your turf down here."

"Yes. I worked here in high school, and the owner points me out to the new staff every time I come in. Model of the work ethic, he says." Marsha giggled.

"Nice to have friends in high places, people who are interested in you."

"I get by. Friends look out for friends." Mary materialized again with a couple of large glasses plus sugar and extra lemons on the side. "See?"

"Right you are, Marsha. Here." I said and passed her a pen and piece of paper. I had written the ground rules on it.

‘I have prepared an experience for you of pleasure with intense stimulation. When it is over you will lay exhausted and happy in my arms, and will be sore, possibly for several days. During this time you must obey me absolutely, knowing that I will not truly harm you and that I will always respect your limits and the safewords. If you agree, write on 2 words this note before you return it to me. First is your safeword for total stop. Second is your safeword for ease up or rest.’

"I have to visit the little boy’s room for a minute. I hope you don’t have to rush off." I smiled big and meaningfully, then went to the back and took a while to wash my hands. When I returned and sat down. Marsha pushed the folded paper across to me. I opened it to read ‘safe-red’, ‘safe-yellow’, and ‘You will let me make safe-calls at exactly the times I specify, starting as we leave here.’

"Very good." I looked Marsha straight in eyes. "That's how it will be." She stared back for a few seconds and then reached out across the table to gather my hands in hers.

In a moment I felt her start working her stocking feet up the sides of my leg. "You don’t know what a handful I can be. Men have run away from me screaming." She tried pushing against my crotch, and I caught her shin between my legs.

"Feisty, aren’t we? Looks like you are already piling up demerits." She stuck out her tongue and wiggled her foot loose from my grasp.

"My first rule is about doors. Never go though a door without getting permission."

"If that makes you happy," she said.

"What did you say?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I demanded.

"Yes Sir."

"Be polite and charming, not sullen. If you are not always eager to please me then things will happen to make you eager again."

"Yes Sir."

"Pick out your dinner and then we’ll play 20 questions." And with that, we studied the menu. When I looked up, Mary was there.

"Marsha can be a brat. Swat her bottom when she gets out of line." Then Mary turned to Marsha and said, "You better eat well, honey. I can tell that you’ll need your strength if you’re going up against him tonight, dearie."

"Greek Dinner, please" requested Marsha. "And don’t volunteer to help me with him unless you’re serious."

"You two go round with each other by yourselves tonight. Then you come back and tell me who needs help with who, sweetie." Mary turned to me. "And for you, Sir?" With the capital "S".

"You sound like you know what’s best for Marsha, and I’m certain you know what’s best in the kitchen tonight."

"Certainly, Sir. I’ll bring you a Greek Dinner too, if you please, Sir."

"Make it so, Mary," sounding like I was the captain.

Marsha said, "Excuse me, please, Sir. May I please go to the lady’s room?"

I leaned over to her. "Go to the lady’s room. Open and pass through the doors you need to. Come back with the breeze blowing on your pussy."

When Marsha came back she was still wearing a skirt and pantyhose. She stopped beside me, opened her purse, and showed me white panties resting inside at the top. After a moment, she closed up the purse and moved to set down.

"Marsha!" I cut her off, and she froze still standing. "I want you to show me that neat parking place you have out back. Lead out now."

She started back to the restrooms and back door. When Mary saw us leaving, I said, "This may take a few minutes but we will be back to enjoy dinner." Mary smiled at me, as if she knew what was going to happen.

Marsha hit the fire bar on the door and walked though. When we were outside I told her "Go around to the far side of the car and open the door." After unlocking it, she held it open as if for me to get in.

I motioned her to move between the door and the seat. "Take the pantyhose off, girl." I stepped up to trap her between the car seat and the door.

She hiked up her skirt to her waist and held it there. "See, my panties are off!"

I cupped my hand a bit and stepped forward like I was throwing and underhand pitch. My palm slapped against her pubic bone and fingers slapped her pussy lips. "They block the breeze. Now obey!"

Marsha wiggled down her pantyhose almost to her knees, then set down on the car seat to slip off her shoes and finish the job.

"Turn over. Lay face down on the seat with your butt hanging out the door."

Her rear blossomed below me. I lifted the skirt and cracked a hard slap across each cheek. Marsha knew what was coming, and didn’t even flinch, let alone cry out. My handprints stayed visibly pink on her white skin.

"We haven’t even started to eat yet, and you’ve already got yourself out in the parking lot for a spanking. Well this spanking is nothing like the one you are going to get when we get out of here. You’re being a brat and flouting my authority."

I whacked the back of her thighs. "You will be polite, eager to please, and always do what you are told."

Two more back on her bottom, then I paused a while. "Obey and there will be pleasure."

I reached between her legs with both hands and spread them apart enough to see inside her slit. It was moist, so I drew my finger across the opening to her pussy and then reached lower to press it against the hood of her clit. While I rubbed it slowly and gently, I sang Jefferson Airplane: "Don't you want somebody to love? Don't you need somebody to love? Wouldn't you love somebody to love? You better find somebody to love." Then I went into a medley: "Reach out in the darkness, Reach out in the darkness, Reach out in the darkness, And you will find a friend." (Yes, I know the original was ‘may’ not ‘will’.)

After I took back my finger, I slapped each side of her bottom again. "And don’t forget the door rules!"

"Yes Sir!"

"Now we will go back inside, and each stop in the restroom again. You will carry your pantyhose in your hand until Mary has seen them close up. Now get up and get going."

Marsha slipped her shoes back on, adjusted her skirt and started to the café door. She paused outside it while I locked her car and came up beside her. I opened the door, and said "Go inside". She stopped again before the woman’s room door and waited. I pushed it open and said, "Go in." Then I went to the men’s room and washed my hands. I delayed a little after coming out and then opened the woman’s door again. Marsha was standing in front of it, waiting. I waited too. After a bit, she asked, "May I come out, please sir?"

"Yes you may, my fine lady."

Mary spotted us coming back to the table and brought the plates over to the table. When Marsha meekly showed her the pantyhose, Mary looked compassionately at her and said, "He’s good for you, child." With a satisfied smile, Marsha added the pantyhose to her purse.

Dinner was very good, so we didn’t talk much -- standard the comments about how nice the food was, and what we liked and disliked about food in general. When the plates were finished there was more small talk until after Mary brought coffee.

"Question time, Marsha. No matter how embarrassed you feel or how much you don’t want to answer, you have to. This is an interview about your life and you have to give details. Tell a story about yourself when ever you can."

"You collecting black mail?"

"You are collecting more demerits, honey child… But please me, and you can have the tape after I transcribe it."

"I get royalties, and I'm not talking about anything that hasn't past the statute of limitations." Once a brat, always a brat.

I ignored her sass for the moment. "Marsha, you're good a masturbating, right?"

"True. Ever since I was a little girl."

"How old were you when you got your first orgasm?"

"I'm not sure. I had boobs but no period yet. Twelve?"

"Tell me the story: when, where, and how."

"I was in my bedroom one Saturday and I itched down there, so I started rubbing myself through my jeans but I couldn't quite get the right spot. I had to unbuttoned them and put my hand inside my panties before I could reach the darn thing. The itch was one of those that keeps coming back so I never really quit rubbing. And for a while, I was pressing pretty hard. When I started to easy up, I noticed that rubbing certain places felt good. The itch faded but I kept on rubbing until I got a mini-climax. Of course I didn't know what it was at the time."

"When did you start masturbating regularly?"

"Not too long after that. When I was in the shower, I played with myself, exploring what felt good. I got brave and put a finger inside myself as well as rubbing on my clit. It didn't take long to figure out that I was sensitive everywhere from my clit to inside the opening of my pussy. I also liked a feeling of being full or being stretched a bit so I would work 2 fingers inside. By hit or miss, I found my g-spot.

"What else did you find that to give you pleasure?"

"I got interested in my nipples too. At certain times of the month I could gently brush them and it was like there was a direct line between them and my clit. I often wondered what it would feel like if a boy were sucking on them. And I wondered about boys in general, and if they would be able to make me feel horny, and what it would be like getting an orgasm while they held me and kissed me. I started making up fantasies about all the things they could do to me."

"Did you masturbate a lot?"

"Yes I did. My hormones were in flux, and there were times when I would get horny at the drop of a hat. Then I'd go for a spell thinking it was no big thing. But before too long that 'hot & bothered' feeling would sneak up on me and I'd start in again. When it was bad, I'd start before I got up in the morning, just lying on the bed. Sometimes I'd do it in the afternoon, and I'd do it when I took my shower each night. And if I had it really bad, I'd do it again right after I got out of the shower before I went to sleep.

"Did you ever masturbate in public?"

"I rode horses and was always horny afterwards from rubbing against the saddle. One time I was in the stable after a ride and went to put my saddle back in the tack room. I was really needy, and no one was there, so I straddled a fence rail where we hung straps. I just pushed my crotch against it and rubbed and I got myself off. Afterwards I was very scared that someone had seen me, but nothing ever happened."

"Did you ever put things inside you?"

"Mostly my fingers. I found a couple of things to try like the handle of a hair brush, but it was cold and stiff and it was easy to get it in too far or at the wrong angle, which was uncomfortable. I like using my fingers because I could rub harder against my g-spot when I wanted to.

"Ever stick anything up your ass?"

"Some times I'd soap up a finger in the shower and slide it in, then use a finger from my other hand inside my pussy. It was kind of neat. Each finger could feel the other one through the thin skin. Being filled in both places was a different kind of feeling. And pumping a finger in and out my ass hole was a different kind of feeling than finger fucking my pussy. But most times, if I were going to play with my ass hole too, I'd just rub a finger around the rim and go in just a tiny bit inside. And sometimes when I was ready to cum and wanted to feel real filled up I'd quick push it all the way in hard and my orgasm would take off like a rocket!"

"Did you ever talk about sex with anyone?"

"Well, my mom told me about orgasms and how good they felt and that helping myself have them was fun and something a lot of people did. She got me a book with some stuff about how girls and boys get aroused and how their body works. I thought the part on pregnancy was gross, and I wondered if I'd ever let a boy put his dick inside me. I guess my mom did a pretty good job about my education. Nothing very practical, but at least I knew what was supposed to be happening."

"Did you ever talk to a girl friend? Ever talk to someone with practical experience?"

"Girls don't talk to each other about it too much. But I heard a couple of stories about how it was supposed to hurt and you needed to be in love. And of course, we kept track of who was going with whom and especially loved the scandal when someone got pregnant even if we didn't know her. But all we really heard was gossip or hear-say. It was high school before anyone had anything better than 2nd or 3rd hand information."

"Did you ever masturbate with other people watching? Maybe at a slumber party?"

"A couple of times. I had a good friend Trisha who would sleep in a double bed with me when she stayed over at my house. I caught her doing it one night. She probably thought I was asleep. I probably was, until she jerked the bed around and made her noises. When she settled down I teased her, and she teased me back until I did it too. Then we giggled the rest of the night."

"Ever practice kissing with her?"

"We tried it. It was kind of neat in a way, and we were most curious about what kissing with tongues would feel like. I kept telling myself that I really wanted to do it with a real boy instead and doing it with Trisha wasn't sex."

"So how far did your experiments go?"

"We could get each other off. I suppose you could say we did a couple of lez scenes, but we didn't think of it that way when we were doing it. We told each other that boys would always be better and that we were just practicing to see what it felt like. After a couple of times we found what would work well for each other, and we'd do it some times just because doing it felt good."

"So what did it take to get Trisha off?"

"Trisha liked doing things just because she could. If they were forbidden or there was a risk of getting caught she would like doing them even better. Sometimes she showed a bit of a mean streak, and would force me to do things. She liked risk, power, and control, and she was big enough to get her way. She is much taller than I, close to six feet. Some times she'd call me her 'little sex slave'."

"Tell me about a time Trisha made her little sex slave get Trisha off."

"One night I was staying over at Trisha's and we were sleeping down in the basement. After we put our pajamas on and got into bed, she started wrestling with me and tried to get her hand between my legs. At first we were laughing and kidding around. Then she got serious and pinned me down on the bed. She stuck a foot between my caves and started to pry my legs apart. I when I realized that she was going to get her hand to my crotch no matter what I did then I got a little scared and gave in. She didn't stop with me when she got her hand inside -- she my bottoms down and off of me. Then she laid across me to hold me down and started playing with me. By the time her finger got to my clit I was very wet and my tummy tingling.

"Trisha finger-fucked me using the thumb and two fingers of one hand. The fingers inside me were rubbing over the sensitive places and her thumb was pressing against my clit. The pressure of her pinning me to the bed and my struggling helplessly was a real turn-on. I exploded in record time. I grabbed her arm so she couldn't take it away from me and started wailing and telling her how good it was.

"When it was over, I rolled her over on her back and lay across her chest like I as trying to hold her down while I put my hand inside her bottoms and rubbed her clit. She squirmed around underneath me like she was trying to get away, but she didn't really try or she would have. Soon her squirms turned into a good long cum for her too.

"So what's the nastiest thing she ever made you do?"

"Eat her out. She had me kissing her tits, and then pushed my head down her stomach. I didn't want to go past where her public hair started. So she put me in a scissor lock and rolled me on to my back. Then she turned around and straddled my head and pushed her pussy down on my mouth. She was holding my hands over my head and promising to smother me unless I started licking. I don't know if she came, but after a bit she slid back down and kissed me to show me what her juices were like."

"So you were frequent lovers? Sounds like you enjoyed being her sex slave."

"It only happened every couple of months. She'd just get into some mood and things would happen. Eventually she got a boyfriend and spent a lot of her energy there. He took her virginity when she got him going real hard and then he didn't stop. Serves her right, play with fire and get burned."

"So when did you loose yours?"

"Summer before my junior year."

"Details, please Marsha."

"Trisha and Dee and I would hang around together. Dee was oldest and got her car first. Harry and Rick and Tim kind of attached themselves to us, and the six of us would go over to the church side of the park and sit in their covered picnic area. That's where I first got drunk and smoked my first joint. As long as the boys provided we let them come along. And I thought Tim was a neat guy.

"Tim and I would sit together on one of the benches, and I'd snuggle up to him. One night I had a bad case of the hands, and just couldn't keep them off of him. We ended up practicing some kissing, which I really enjoyed.

"I was pushing my body against his as much as I could, and I drew my legs up underneath me so I could be a little higher and reach more of him. Soon I was on my knees with my head up next to his and I was rubbing my boobs against him. I wanted more body contact, so I straddled his lap and leaned in against him.

"We put our arms around each other and pressed our lips together. When I opened my mouth he opened his and we undulated like the most passionate kisser in the movies. Then he started rubbing my lips with his tongue, and I did the same back. We fenced for the longest time. I was lost in him and lost in the moment. And I remember we ended up with his hands underneath my thighs opening me up and pulling me against his erection and rocking me up and down.

We both went home very horny. I masturbated in the shower after I got home, and then in bed again before I went to sleep, and again in the morning. I relived every moment and felt the same feelings again and again, except that I never had to stop before finding my sweet release!

"The next couple of evenings we did it again, only a little more each time. The second night I let him get a hand under my shirt and my bra open. The third night I didn't wear a bra, and I saw that Trisha wasn't wearing one either. Dee was kind of flat chested and often went without one, so we were all keeping kind of synced up. Before the evening was over, I noticed that Trisha had her top off and I heard her make noises like she did when we got each other to cum. At school the next day she told me that she had stuck Rick's hand down her pants and showed him how to rub her until she came.

"Now Dee and Harry often seemed backwards. Dee told us that Harry had put her hand inside his pants. She described how long and hard his cock was, and I wondered if I could get to see it and feel it too. I promised myself that I've have Tim's hard cock in my hand that evening.

"Dee also said that there was some real slippery stuff at the top of his dick by his pea hole. Harry made Dee get her fingers slick with it and rub around the top and sides of his dick head. Soon she said that stuff was coming out his pea hole and squirting all over. I explained to her what the book said about pre-cum, semen, and ejaculation. Dee gave flashes of recognition and was quite proud that she had made him cum. She bragged that Harry seemed drained in more ways than one after he stopped shooting.

"The boys must have talked too. The next night, as soon as we were settled in, they took off our tops before they even kissed us. Each one looked us over and said how pretty we were and what good curves we had. There was more flattery; you know the old bullshit. So I unzipped Tim's pants and reached inside his fly to let his cock stick out. It pointed almost straight up and I could get barely get my thumb and forefinger closed around it. I made him play with it for me a bit, and then I tried to do the same thing to it that he had been doing.

"Tim kept telling me to go faster, and then to rub behind the head of his dick. When I did so, I made him shoot. Knowing what was cuming, I kept myself out of the way. His first stream went a couple of feet! There were several shots, maybe six or eight in total. The last one was just oozed slowly out to run all over my hand. Tim got real droopy after that, and I wiped my hand against his jeans.

"Then we finally started kissing. It wasn't too long before he pressed a hard dick against my belly. That boy got ready to go again a lot faster than I though he could!

"When he started sucking on my nipples they were tender I made him quit. He was very disappointed until I moved his hand to rub on my crotch. Tim took the hint, and after rubbing on the outside of me for a bit. I positioned myself so he was pressing on my clit. But before long I wanted more and unbuttoned the top button on my pants. Then I wiggled a bit to make room inside and lay back against him with his arm around me.

"He started playing with the elastic on my undies, and then slide his hand down my tummy. When he got to my pubic hair he played with it a bit, teasing me good. I was sopping wet, and he could feel my wet hairs. Eventually he finished parting then and moved his finger moved straight down into my slit and across my clit. I gasp, then hugged his arm and started moving it up and down to keep his finger going across my clit.

"He was trying to find my pussy hole but I first had him slide the whole length of his finger all the way up across my clit, then all the way down before going inside me. In less than a dozen strokes, I started to cum. I still clasped Harry's arm to keep his hand moving while I moaned and thrashed around.

"When I finished, I let go of his arm and explained to him that I had just orgasmed and how good it felt for me to do that. Then I got off his lap and turned around so I could reach for his dick. I cupped my hand around it and started sliding the skin up and down the shaft. While I worked, Tim finished undoing his pants and lowered them with his boxers so I could have full access. I wish that there had been more light so I could have gotten a good look at it. I just grabbed on tight to it and pumped slow to make him feel good.

"While I worked, we looked around to see what the other couples were up to. Rick had Trisha lying on a picnic table with her legs dangling over the edge and feet resting on the bench. He had his face between her legs and I knew what she was having him do to her. Dee and Harry had moved off to the other end of the shelter and we couldn't make out what they were doing. But what ever it was, they made noises that let us know they were doing it very well.

"After Trisha finished cuming, she sat Rick on the top of the table and sat herself down on the bench to have lunch. It looked like she was rubbing Rick against her lips and cheek, maybe kissing him, or rubbing him with her tongue. Before long her face was messy with cum.

"Then Rick looked at Tim and said, 'Why isn't Marsha on the table?'

"'She needs help. Come here you two and assist, please.' With that I found myself being marched over to the table by Tim on one side and Rick on the other. Trisha took my pants off when we got there and spread my shirt on the tabletop and the pants on the bench. Then the boys them made me kneel on the bench and bend over the tabletop, face down.

"That was more that I had bargained for. I didn't know what was going to happen next and I struggled when the made me kneel. I didn't have control any more. Nothing was stopping the boys from putting themselves inside me after they had got me in position. I struggled harder until Trisha gained my submission by planting a big slap on my bottom. The boys still held my arms but they only needed a single hand to do it. With the other hand they rubbed my bottom.

"'Go to work on her now, Trisha. Give it to her good and when you finish we will take our turn.' Rick said this as he squeezed and kneaded my ass cheek. Every now and then he would pull it aside to expose my tender rosebud to the air, and I shuddered again with thoughts of what could happen.

"Trisha stepped behind me and put one hand on the small of my back. With the other she started playing me, finger fucking me good. After a while, she added a second finger, and then speed up the in-out movement. I was exposed and helpless and that was turning me on like never before.

"She thrust harder and faster and I seemed to feel everything everywhere. Even my tits against the table were finally sending messages of pleasure. When I felt a touch on my clit I started to cum again.

"Trisha was always trying to get away with something new and hopefully risky. So as I started crying out that I was cuming, Trisha told the boys to slap my bottom and give me a spanking for being so loud. The first slap stung, but I didn't notice it except as more stimulation. With each blow I cried out, and with each blow I actually went higher. Even though I was in the middle of an orgasm and should have been at my peak, each blow pushed me further along as if I was still building up to an even greater release. Finally I screamed as loud as I could and collapsed. It blew my mind and I passed out for a moment.

"When I came to a few moments later, Tim was leaning over the table with his arm across my back hugging me to him. Everyone had stopped touching me except for Tim's sheltering me. He kissed me tenderly and told me it was all OK now. When I could talk, I told them about what happened to me. I could see that Trisha was a bit taken aback. I think she was on a power trip for herself by having me punished and was very surprised to see that it wasn't punishment but pleasure for me.

"Things broke up quickly after that. I think everyone was a bit embarrassed that it had gotten so wild and wondered if I was going to be mad. I tried to act like I was, but when we got together that weekend people could see that I'd enjoyed it. Working though what happened to me is when I first realized that pain and being forced into submission could pay a big part in my sexual fulfillment. And that scared me for quite a while."

"Interesting history, Marsha. Did things change between you and Trisha?"

"Yes and No. Trisha realized that she liked being in charge and making people suffer a bit as a sign that she was in control. She's a little bit sadistic. And she realized that I was complementary to her and would take what she handed out. Every now and then she'd try to dominate me. While I resisted her, I secretly enjoyed being overpowered by her. Every few weeks, generally when I wasn't expecting it, I'd find her forcing me into submission. It fed both out needs."

A lot of time had passed while we talked. Mary had come by a couple of times with coffee refills and I notice that she hung around out of Marsha's line of sight but with hearing range. I hope she enjoyed the stories as much as I did.

"Pardon me, Marsha, but you never did answer my questions. How did you loose your cherry?"

"Tim kind of raped me. Not that I minded. The next afternoon we caught up with me after school and had me walk home with him. I enjoyed his company, even when we weren't making out. When we were away from the crowd he started talking about Dee and Harry the night before. He said he saw Dee setting on top of Harry bouncing up and down, her tits flying in the air. Then he ask me if I though the best position for fucking would be the girl on top or the boy on top, or something else.

"I was embarrassed a bit, but he teased and coaxed me into telling him about a picture that stuck in my memory. This girl was laying on a table or something and the guy was standing between her legs. He had hold of an ankle in each hand and was spreading her legs in a big 'V" and lifting her bottom off the table a bit. I think it was called 'Rape of the Cossacks'. She seemed so helpless and unable to resist. He seemed to big and strong and forceful and was making her take his manhood."

"When we got to Tim's place we went inside and got iced teas and took them down into the basement where it was nice and cool. Tim's dad had fixed up a room in back for watching TV with an old kitchen table for playing card and had even plumbed a wet bar in there. As I was setting my drink on the bar, I felt the air pressure go up for a second as Tim closed the door. His dad had done soundproofing so the door sealed up to keep the sound of the TV from escaping to the rest of the house.

"Tim put his drink on the bar beside mine and turned to face me. 'Come here, lover' he said in a voice that demanded to be obeyed. My tummy filled with butterflies and my knees grew weak as I walked over to him. Of course, he took me in his arms and started kissing me. I was hot in no time and let him undo the belt on my jeans. They were men's size and easily fell to my feet. I slipped my sandels off as I stepped out of my pants.

"From there, I spent a lot of time lost in his arms and kisses. I was so into it that I didn't notice when he opened my shirt and I didn't feel my boobs drop free as he unhooked my bra. I only noticed when he paused to take off his clothes, which made me very nervous as I realized that he was undressed except for his boxer and I except for my panties. I started to worry about not being able to get away from Tim.

"Tim walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. I'm sure I trembled.

"'Kneel down woman, and take it out' he said in a no nonsense voice and pushed me. I quickly dropped and pulled his boxers down to his ankles.

His cock was not terribly long but it was thick around. I took it in hand and moved it around to see it all. I lifted his balls, and smoothed his public hair back to see all the way to the base of his dick. And then I started pumping it and kissing it and loving it like it was a long lost friend. Every time I pictured it coming at me I felt a mix of fear because it was so thick and excitement about it rubbing against the sensitive places in my pussy. Before long, I just knew I was going to have his cock inside me.

"Tim reached down and lifted me up with his hands around my head. He looked straight into my eyes and said 'get naked'. My hands were pushing down my panties before he had finished getting the words out.

"I backed up towards the table as I pulled them off. Tim followed me, still holding my face in his hands, directing me backwards, until my butt hit the edge of the table. I put my hands down against the table edge to boost myself up on it and then found myself almost flying over backwards as Tim grabbed my butt and boosted me up himself.

"The man was unstoppable. He stepped between my legs, grabbed my head against and drilled down into my throat. Bending with me, he pushed me down on my back still holding my head so I wouldn't bang it when it hit. Then he moved is head straight for my nipples, giving each side equal attention. But it was hard attention and I started to get sore. Why I tried to tell him, he put a hand over my mouth and commanded silence.

"Next he laid the side of his cock against my pussy and stroked it up and down over my clit. I was already gushing, and with each pass over my clit my body shook. Then the inevitable happened.

"Tim leaned down, grabbed my ankles and lifted them up and apart. As he stood, his pushed his cock inside me, all the way to the bottom in one stroke.

"I cried out, but it really didn't hurt. Tim ignored me and lifted my feet high and wide and drug my ass to the very edge of the table. Then all I felt was his stroking in and out and pounding himself against my clit. The tension grow incredibly quick. I couldn't help but moan with each stroke. Quickly they became gasps as I started almost immediately to cum.

"The waves came on an on. The orgasm never stopped. After I got used to the intensity I felt Tim pound my clit with another stoke and I was pushed into an even higher one. I heard someone like myself moaning nonsense words about dying and calling out to my mother and deity. I was still shaking and cuming when the sensations stopped and the harness inside me softened. I realized that Tim had cum too.

"'Damn, that was good Marsha. Was it good for you too? I'm glad I jacked off before last period or I'd never have made it last so long. Did you cum, Marsha?'

"'Tim,'" I said, "'that was my very first time. I don't know whether to kill you or become your love slave. If you couldn't tell how hard I was cuming then you don't care shit about me.'

"'Marsha, I was scared too. I've always dreamed of doing it with a girl, and when you started making out with me last week I planned and dreamed for this moment over and over in my head. I wanted to make it the best I could for you, and to make you want to do it again and again with me. I'm just scared that you won't have me anymore or that you'll get me into trouble. I think I love you Marsha."

"'A girl likes to hear that, especially when it could be true', I said.

"Then I noticed a tiny tear in the corner of Tim's eye. 'Come here lover' and I raised my arms to him and cradled him inside them. 'Everything is all right. You were wonderful. You made me cum for a long time. It’s OK Tim. We're together and everything will be fine.' I kissed him, and mothered him a bit. 'I do need to check in at home. We need to get dressed now, Tim.'

"Tim stood up totally revived and had his hard on back before he finished fastening his jeans. He walked me over to my house and we sat on the porch for a bit before he left, just quietly being together with each other.

"And when I realized that Tim and I had had unprotect sex, I got the courage to tell my mom that night. The next day she had me on the pill. Since then I've always enjoyed my sexuality, kinks and all."

"OK Marsha, it's time to make you call. Before you do, it will take maybe twenty minutes to get over to my place." I took out another piece of paper with my address, phone number, and car description then gave it to her. "After we get there and you make another call, I want your undivided attention for an hour, so plan you calls accordingly please. Go make your call, and then drive around front and you can follow me."

Marsha took off for the phone and I took the check up to the register where Mary met me. "Did you learn anything interesting this evening?" I asked her.

Mary blushed. "I always wondered how she got started."

Mostly because she was a very likable person, I tipped her generously when I paid the bill. "I'll do my best to see Marsha happy tonight. If everybody doesn't have fun then nobody wins."

"I hope our paths cross again. I’d like to hear more about the things you do. I think I'd find them very exciting. Come find me here sometime, and I'll buy you a drink when I get off."

On impulse, I pulled a card out of my wallet as I put my change away. "I'd enjoy talking to you too, Mary. Feel free to call me," I said as I handed her my universal card. "And we'll buy each other the drinks."

I'm always interested in making friends. I'm not in a solid relationship at the moment and I don't hide one woman from another. In the end, honesty works best. Some day I hope that I make a friend who becomes a lover and good companion. When that happens, I'll concentrate on her and see if we are soul mates. Until then, my goal is more new friends as well as getting to know my old ones better.

Marsha was at the phone when I finished at the cash register so I waited to see what she did when she needed to pass through the door. She stopped at the back door and looked around. When she saw me she raised her eyebrows with the question. I nodded permission, gestured at the back door, and then when through the front. Less than half an hour later, she was standing in front of the door on my porch as I unlocked it, again waiting for permission to pass through. Good girl, I thought.

As soon as we were through the door I told her to use the phone in the front room while I went back into the kitchen to fix a couple of drinks for us. When I returned, she told me that the next check call would come to this place in half an hour. She remained standing beside the phone, waiting for instructions.

My plans for Marsha were flexible. I was prepared for a lot of things and thought I'd pick and choose what appealed to me at the moment. Actually, I was so horny from hearing her stories in the café that I wanted to fuck her on the spot. Instead, I walked over to the thermostat and pushed the temperature up a few degrees to make it more comfortable without clothes.

In the front closet I had hung a couple of robes. I led Marsha there by the hand and started to undress her. I hung her jacket, skirt, and blouse in the closet. Her bra went into her purse and her purse went on the floor underneath where her clothes hung. I took a robe out and tossed it over the banister. Stepping behind her back, I removed my cloths and put on the second robe.

"Into the living room for inspection." Marsha walked in like a fashion model, one foot directly in front of the other, and then stood in the classic female position, right leg turned out and right foot heel at the middle of the left foot perpendicular to it. I walked around her several times, stroking her skin, kneading her buns, lifting her hair and kissing the back of her neck, raising her boobs and tasting her nipples. Her pubic hair was trimmed very short and her enlarged pussy lips were clearly visible.

"Spread your feet," which she did, "and put your hands above your knees." I looked at her boobs hanging down and reach under them to lightly rub the nipples with my palm until they really hardened. Then I lightly pinched the areolas and slid my fingers down the tits and pull on them lightly along before letting them slip through.

Then I went into the bathroom and put a couple of things in the pocket of my robe, including a small tube I had filled with olive oil. Returning to find Marsha still in the same position was encouraging. I went behind her and spread her ass cheeks and blew on her rosebud. She shivered.

I put a couple of drops of oil on my finger and touched it to her puckered hole, rubbing it around the ring and pushing well into the center with my finger tip. After putting another couple of drops on my finger, I returned to her back door and started to push against it. Marsha bore down and it started to bloom, showing an inset of pink between my finger and the dark brown center. I slowly pushed in, trying to lubricate everything as well as possible. I played with the ring to try and give Marsha good sensations as well as to make the ring loosen up.

"How far open can you stretch, Marsha?"

"Maybe two plus inches if you take you time, Sir. I don't really know my hard and fast limit."

I withdrew to put some more oil on my forefinger and included the other fingers on my hand. I wasn't going to really push her, but get a feel (so to speak) about how fast and easy she would open up.

One finger went easily back in. Adding a second finger took 5 or 10 seconds before she relaxed it enough that I could move them in and out with ease. Some twisting and drilling enabled a third finger to enter in a minute later. Marsha held me firmly but could still be stretched some. I withdrew, and then plunged a single finger in as deep as I could. As is often true, she had a load accumulating into the drop position. I took a hand towel out of another pocked and wiped us off. Then I spread the robe I'd thrown on the banister on the floor in front of Marsha.

"Lay on your back and put your hands under your head. You may squeeze your legs together as much as you want while I'm gone but don't otherwise touch yourself." Then I went back to the bathroom to wash up and mix an enema. I did a full two quarts, wondering how much I'd actually use. My favorite recipe uses Gatorade. Helps keep the electrolytic balance and has a little glucose for energy. And, it tastes good.

When I quietly returned to the living room, Marsha's face was contorted in frustration and her hips were rolling back and forth as she squeezed her legs together best she could. I suspected that I was just in time or she would have gone over the edge.

"Stop now, Marsha, and get those knees high and wide apart. I grabbed a couple of pillows off the chairs and then rolled her up into the air as high as I could to stack the pillows under her. When I let go of her, her butt was about a foot off the floor.

On my hands and knees, I inspected her. Her clit was relatively large. A lot was hidden but the exposed part was easy to find and cover with a fingertip. Bits of white mucus lay inside her lips, which is a sign of being at the fertile time of the month, which is also the wettest time and often the horniest time of the month for a girl.

Her vagina looked barely open and the opening wasn't more than half and inch deep. My finger slipped in very easily.

"Grasp my finger tight as you can." Marsh made a movement that pulled everything up inside her a bit and let me feel more resistance.

"Good girl, Marsha. Keep practicing your Kegels." I probed and traced rings around her cervix and across the rough place where the g-spot is.

"How far open can you stretch, Marsha?"

"Sir, I've been fisted before. It was tight and took a lot of work, but it was worth it Sir!"

I withdrew and added a second finger. She was tight enough for good friction. I placed my thumb on her clit and started rubbing against the top inside of the pussy. I quickly found her g-spot again and it didn't take long for it to start smoothing out. A look at Marsha's face told me was back on the edge again. I withdrew again before she started to cascade.

"Do you want orgasm after orgasm, or shall I save them all up into a couple of really big ones?"

"I'll take as many as you will let me have, Sir. It doesn't take me long to get started on the next one. Please Sir, I want to cum over and over again. Right now I feel like I can never be satisfied, Sir."

"On you knees, tail up, woman."

Marsha scampered into position, and I plunged my fingers into her until she started cuming. But I didn't try to keep her going more than a few seconds. Small but enjoyable, leaving a desire for more.

"Put on the robe and follow me into the bathroom."

When she saw the enema bag laying out she inquired, "Which position do you use, Sir?"

"Simm's, head toward the door." Marsha lay down on her left side and drew her leg up. She'd obviously done this before.

I hung the bag from a drawer handle and hooked up a straight nozzle to the hose. Then I took the clamp in one hand and aimed the nozzle at her mouth. "Open up" I said, and when she did I let a bit squirt into her mouth.

"Gatorade!" she said, and I gave her a look of displeasure. "Sir." She added and then I smiled.

"Suck on it, dear" and when she had her lips around it, I pushed the nozzle in and out and rolled it around to get it wet with her spit along its full length. This wasn't strictly necessary, but I thought was a nice touch. I raised her robe and slid the nozzle inside her. There was still enough oil so that it went gently; the spit was mostly for show. I started the flow at the lowest rate.

Something in the back of my mind made me look at the clock. The safe call was due soon. As I went to get the portable phone I though about how good the timing was since Marsha would still be accepting fluid when the call came. I set the phone down beside her and then started rubbing her lower back and massaging her abdomen, working the water down and around in the piping.

When the phone rang, I said "How about an hour, or ninety minutes?", punched the talk button and handed it to her.

Marsha carried on a conversation, explaining that she was getting an enema. She told how I had inspected her and recounted the questions I'd asked the restaurant. It sounded like her caller then speculated on what I might do next. Marsha got enthused listening to suggestion before saying that she'd call back before 2 hours were up and signed off. She handed the phone to me, and a grimace flashed on her face for a moment.

"How do you consider the cramps, Marsha?"

"They are part of the experience, Sir. I've had punishment enemas where I cried from the pain, but I deserved it Sir and I took it the best I could Sir. An enema with little twinges just makes me feel good, Sir."

I stopped the flow as the bag was mostly emptied.

"How much volume have you taken?"

"Two quarts is about right, Sir. I've been punished with at least twice that plus I don't know how much phosphate. I will be an extra good girl to avoid going through that again, Sir!"

Marsha's belly bulged, but it was an even bulge. I opened the nozzle to let the rest of the bag drain into her.

"Are you punished much, Marsha?"

"No Sir. Being in the hands of a sadist is mean and isn't fun for me, Sir, unless I can zone out. I want stimulation to push me into harder and longer orgasms, please Sir. When you spank me, I want it to be because I've been a bad girl, Sir, or because you see that it is turning me on."

"Ever get maintenance spankings, Marsha?"

"A couple times, Sir. I was being generally bitchy and they were what I needed at the time. I trust you, Sir, to give me what I need when I need it."

"That I shall do, Marsha." I removed the hose and put the bag in the sink.

A cramp came again, and I started massaging again. I've found that he only thing that helps cramps is pressure, lots of it. Push back against the cramping muscles. When Marsha's tummy relaxed, I asked "Are you ready?"

"What ever you decide, Sir."

I took the hint that she was ready to expel. But I wanted it to see what she could get out of it besides a bunch of shit, so I pushed her leg up a high as it would go and reached through her legs to gently massage the hood of her clit. When the next cramp came I rubbed hard, then suddenly stopped as I realized she was going to cum on me.

"Mount the throne, princess" I ordered. "Set back and spread those legs as wide as you can". Marsha leaned forward in her seat, almost touching her boobs to her knees to get positioned. "Hold it until you're really good and ready, child." Then I put a hand on the back of her neck and reached between her legs to rub her clit. I pressed the side of her head against me and stroked her hair for a moment.

"Talk to me, child. Where are you?"

"Keep going, please, Sir. I'm getting there fast." Marsha paused a bit and then started up again. "Another one's coming, Sir. I'm going to explode this time and I won't be able to stop it!"

I pressed firmly and rubbed fasted. Marsha gave 4 sharp cries, "ah, Ah, AH, AH!" each louder than the last. The last was a long wail accompanied by a blast of water into the toilet punctuated with thuds as the solid matter hit the water. My hand felt cold on one side and warm on the other. I had been splashed from below and peaed on from above as Marsha emptied herself.

She reached out and grabbed my robe and tried put get her arms all the way around me. Her body shook as it clung to me and I kept working her clit. Another spasm came with a second expulsion, and after Marsha's body relaxed I stopped fingering her. She pressed the side of her face against my robe to dry a couple of tears.

Her happy face smiled up at me. "Thank you, Sir. I've never orgasmed like that before. When I started expelling my insides all seemed to be going outside, and cunt was pushing and contracting and pulsing just as much as my bowels were, Sir. Together they were ripping me apart but I didn't care because it felt so good. Thank you, Sir."

"Sit here until you finish. We don't want to leaking all over the place later." I started running water in the sink and got a warm washcloth ready. After Marsha expelled one more time, she stood up, flushed and took the wash cloth from me. I turned on the shower while Marsha put the seat down and boosted her leg up on it to give me a show of cleaned herself up a bit.

We washed each other's hair, soaped each other all, hugged and kissed frequently. Near the end I was standing behind her with my arms around her and trying to keep hold of two very slippery tits. With the soap all over them, it didn't matter how hard they got, I just couldn't hang on. But I'm sure Marsha enjoyed me trying. I ended up with my hands clasping her boobs to pull her back against me, pressing my very hard cock against her back.

Marsha leaned her head back and up toward my ear. "This one's for you" she said, and then reached out for the soap. I wasn't surprised when moved me to the back of the shower, and started soaping up my dick. I figured that she could do a great hand job and expected her to get me off pretty quick.

But as soon as she had me rock hard and well lathered, she turned away from me and got her butt out of the water. Lifting her leg a bit, she pushed a good handful of suds up her ass crack and used a finger to get inside her poop shoot. Then she backed up against me and pushed me to the wall. When I was pinned, she reached through her legs to catch my cock and aim it against her back door. Marsha easily impaled herself on my slippery cock with one firm push.

I was pleasantly surprised. "The gift of your wonderful ass! I shall ream it good, Marsha!" Grabbing her hips and adjusting our position a bit, I gave the rallying cry "Hang on now!" She grabbed the handles on the soap dish and shower door while I started slowly stroking in and out, savoring the very tight feeling of the muscles in her anal ring. Anal sex is something different for both parties. When it's good, it's very, very good. I like mine slow so I can last longer. Women need longer to cum too, but they can and they say when they do that it's another totally different kind of orgasm.

In and out I moved, almost full length, feeling her tight squeeze flow up and down my shaft. Marsha adjusted herself so that I wasn't pushing uncomfortably against anything but following the natural body cavity that felt best to her. Soon she was grunting with each stroke so I paused to see if she was hurting.

"It's just fine, Sir, I like it this way. Keep going, you're hitting the right spots. I'm ready for anything you have to give me, Sir."

I picked up the pace and stopped worrying. At the limit of my thrust I could feel resistance and hear Marsha gasp or groan. When I saw Marsha's hand move from the soap dish handle to her pussy I speeded up a little more. Before long I felt a pulsing in her rectum, particularly with her anal ring. The girl was hitting orgasm again. She was unbelievable. Only one other person I'd ever met seemed to be able to get an orgasm so quickly from rear entry.

From then on it was just a question of when and how much I'd shoot. My first ejaculation was the best I'd had in ages and the quantity I pumped down my dick was super high volume. As I felt the rush I remembered to keep my partner informed. "I'm cuming in your ass now, dear. I'm shooting wads and wads inside you. Each stroke I make is filling you with my seed. Marsha you are so smooth and tight. I'm still cuming. I love your ass Marsha. I want to pound it again and again. There goes another shot, Marsha. I'm almost through. Just the twitches are left now."

I started to slow down for withdrawal, but Marsha pushed me back against the wall. "I'm still cuming too. I just love to be filled by you Mike, by your long cock, by your hot sperm, I can feel it inside me, Mike. Just let me come down slow and easy."

After another pause her hand went back to the soap dish handle. "You don't have to go right away. Wait until you get limp enough for me to push you out. It's a neat feeling to have my pooper filled. I like it."

Just for the fun of it, I pushed her hips forward a couple of inches so that I could try stroking again. I could tell that I wasn't stiff, but I was still fat. As long as I didn't get most of the way out, I wasn't going to be expelled. So I took a couple of strokes every now and then until I saw Marsha's arm shake once. She was getting tired, so I very slowly backed out until she took over the job of ejecting me. When I did pop, I stood up and lifted her up into another embrace and quick play of tongues. We washed up again and the shower ended with us wrapping each other in towels. Marsha used the hair dryer while I went to get the next game started.

When Marsha came out of the bathroom her hair was soft and fluffy again and she looked radiant in her robe. Her gaze reached the table where I had wound several pieces of rope into spirals. It was soft as silk and large half-inch diameter.

"Are you willing to be tied, lover?"

"Do I trust you, lover?"

"I'll keep your hands free. I wasn't thinking about restraint but stimulation."

"Restraint is stimulation. What's different with your bindings?"

"I weave a good chastity belt."

"OK, I think I know what's coming. Tell me my safe word and show me some scissors."

"'Safe-red' to stop, 'Safe-yellow' to slow. In fact, I'm tuned to react if I hear 'safe-' anything." Then I handed her some bandage scissors on the other side of the table that had escaped her notice."

Marsha knelt down and said, "I'm ready, Sir."

I stood and pulled her up by the hand. "Arms in the air."

She reached for the sky and clasped her hands above her head. I don't know what she was thinking when she put her hands together, since I'd agreed not to tie them, but the position worked great for putting on the first rope. I put a loop around her chest about 2 inches from the bottom for her breasts and wound 5 turns upward to be snug under them before I reached the end of the rope and tied it off with the knot just off center from her spine.

"Hand by your sides." I did the same thing with my second rope placing it a few inches below her shoulders so her upper arms were firm against her ribs and the rope at the top of her breasts.

I took my shortest rope, doubled it up and passed an end under the lower band and evened it out. After crossing them around each other a couple of times I made a 'V' and tied them behind her neck to make a sling that pulled up on the lower band and lifted her boobs up. Marsha smiled at my improvised bra.

This rig just provides pressure and doesn't really confine. The rope around the shoulders is easily worked up off by shrugging the shoulders and moving the arms back and forth. And of course, the lower arms and hands can move freely anywhere from the elbow down.

"Your boobs are now Japanese pearls. The Cherry takes a bit of adjustment, so tell me when it's in a place that feels good to you."

I doubled up a rope about 3 feet from the end and tied the doubled part it just above Marsha's hips. I used a slipknot where the doubled end pushed through the knot below her belly button to leave a loop for attaching things later. With the long loose end I went straight down through her crotch, between her ass cheeks, around the waist rope at he spine, and back through her crotch to her waist again. I put it through the loop I left and tied it in another slip knot.

I could adjust both the waist and crotch. "Wiggle around a bit and settle your waist band on your hips where you want it carried." We worked so that she got the right amount of stimulation from it. "Next time I'll rig it so there are a couple of knots to push on the right places."

I had two ropes left, so I wound each one around a thigh and put the knot on the outside. I left a couple of feet of rope free so I could bring it up and tie it to the waist band just like garter belt holding up stockings.

"How's that for a chastity belt? Maybe it should be called an anti-chastity belt. I bet that wearing one of these could get you so hot and bothered that you would be driven to be unchaste." Marsha laughed. "Or maybe it really works by helping you get off so you aren't driven to be unchaste!"

"How about both?" she joked.

"How about both, what?"

"How about both things happening. After you give yourself a few orgasms you want one from a hard dick so bad you go out and rape the first guy you see?"

"How about both, Sir." I corrected her. "You know, your vocabulary is slipping. I do believe some correction is going to be needed."

Marsha got sassy. "I don't need no stinking corrections."

"Obviously to me, you do. Think about how I can punish you when we get back."

"I know how you can punish me. But where are we going?"

"Get on the horn and tell your guardian angle that we are going down to Basken-Robins at The Square. We'll get some ice cream and I'll show you off a bit. We should be back before an hour is up. Will that work ok?"

"I think so. Let me see if she's busy." Her comment sounded a bit odd to me, but I ignored it and motioned at the phone. Marsha went over and started her call and I went off to find something besides jeans for her to wear. I came back with a couple of housecoats. I think they're called that, but they look like front button dresses to me. I've always liked front button dresses since they give such good access.

"Try these on and wear the one you like best." As I tossed them to her, I realized a small complication. Bound shoulders wouldn't work to well with a dress. "No, first let me redo your top so you can get your arms through the sleeves."

Marsha looked at the dresses while I went to get to more short pieces of rope. Then I took off the shoulder band and replaced it under her arms instead of over. The two pieces of rope went one on each side to pull the bands together and squeeze the boobs top to bottom as well as bottom to top.

After holding them against her, Marsha put on the one that seemed closer to her size. She knew better than to put on anything else but the dress.

"I'm ready if you are. We should go to Baskin-Robins last. Is that a problem?"

"No, sweetheart. The only problem you're going to have is when we get back home for some discipline." The brat sealed her fate by sticking out her tongue at me. I kissed her, and when she pushed it into my mouth I caught it with my teeth for a moment.

"You be careful with that tongue of your, girl."

There are a bunch of smaller stores at The Square, anchored by a drug store and a grocery. I liked the bookstore they had there because it kept a good stock of used science fiction. They had a good coffee house, and couple of boutiques catering to cat lovers and porcelain collectors and a game store that always had a bunch of older kids and young single adults playing Magic or something at the tables in back.

We drove over in my car and parked at Baskin-Robbins end. I started us strolling out into the neighborhood and looped around the grocery store side. As we wandered among the shoppers, I kept making comments like "Do you think she can tell what you're wearing?", "Does that guy look like he would appreciate your kinkiness?" The rope necklace caught a couple of eyes but they didn't linger long enough."

In the back of the drug store I had her undo a top button and fold the labels to lay on the outside of the "V". If someone got a side view into Marsha's dress they would see that the rope went all the way down. I view from the top would show the band above her breasts.

Finally we reached the Baskin-Robbins. The girl who dished up the ice cream gave us an odd look as she handed the yogurt cone to Marsha's extended hand, then cheerfully fixed mine and took our money. I'm sure she saw the bindings as Marsha's dress fell open a bit on one side.

There were two other girls setting at a table in the shop. We sat next to them and heard them talking about what I hunk the second guy on the counter was. He made a point to stop at their table to "see what else he could do for them" and we listened to a couple of double entendres between the three of them.

I whispered in Marsha's ear. When he comes over, lean forward so he gets an extra good look."

The guy was polite, and after he left the girl's table he turned to our for a perfunctory "Are you doing OK?" It was fun to see him do a double-take and then linger as long as he could gazing down the top of Marsha's dress. Marsha's face started to turn red but she didn't lean back or close up. Good girl!

The guy went and started quietly talking to his co-worker as we finished up. "Marsha, what do you think he's telling her?" I ask.

"He's talking about me, I'm sure. I hope I gave him a good wet-dream!"

After we got up to go, I turned to the girls at the table beside us. "Have a good evening ladies. We enjoyed setting next to you" They suppressed their giggling until we were half way to the door.

Back in the car I announced, "Pilot to co-pilot: mission accomplished, returning home."

Marsha giggled. "That was fun. But we should have bought some things at the grocery store."

"We can't do everything in one night. Tonight I'm just going to paddle your bottom and send you home."

"No too hard, I hope."

"Just wait until you are inside, young lady. Now be quiet and think about what's coming to you. I'm going to make you confess you sins and take your punishment. Until then I don't want to hear another word from you!"

Back inside the house I told her to check in, and went to take a leak. When I got back she said "No answer; I need to try again in a bit. May I please go to the bathroom, Sir?"

"I'm going to watch how you do it with your belt on. Get." I followed her and watched her sit down and pull the rope aside a bit. She still got it wet though, and the large amount of TP she grabbed didn't get it completely dry.

"Would you rather have a sore bottom first, or a sore pussy first and sore butt last?" I thought that she'd put off her punishment as long as possible, but Marsha is a surprising girl.

"Paddle me now, fuck me later" came with the biggest smile she could put on her face.

"That's the last insolence I'm taking from you tonight! You have totally forgotten you manors. The least you can do is call me 'Sir.' You're just getting too familiar with me. You won't even wait for me to be polite and open a door for you. This will stop young lady. Now Stand Up!"

She rocketed to her feet.

"Go into the kitchen and look in the drawer by the stove. Bring me back a wooden spoon and the plastic spatula. Get!"

Marsha fled into the kitchen and I heard the drawer yanked open followed by some rummaging around. I walked into the living room to pick out a chair. Before I'd finished savoring the various possibilities, she came back and sprang to attention before me, one instrument in each hand.

"Set those on the coffee table." She instantly deposited them and jumped back to stand at ram-rod stiff attention. I walked behind her and gazed at her behind. My dick started getting hard again, and I enjoyed the feeling for a few minutes while I let Marsha sweat. But I didn't want to be very aroused when I paddled her, so returned to the question of what to do where. The answer was, three instruments, three locations. Problem solved.

"Marsha, I really don't want to give you this licking, but I think it's the only way that you're going to learn. You bottom is going to hurt when we're through but rest assured that my hand and my heart will hurt too.

"I know you can be a demure, decent lady who wants to be eager to please and who will always show respect. You've done it before. Why have you so disappointed me by not continuing it through the evening?

"Marsha, Marsha, Marsha." I swung my head slowly. "The best thing you can do right now is to repent and confess. But first I'm going to get started helping you adjust your attitude. Come here and look me in the eye.

"Do you understand that you've done wrong?"

"Yes Sir."

"Do you understand that you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes Sir."

"Is there any reason why I shouldn't paddle your bottom until the tears flow?"

"No Sir. I will accept the punishment you have for me."

"Go lay down on the couch, bottom up, and stretch you hands and feet out as far as you can." She went straight to her appointment and even left room for me to sit beside her.

This was to be a warm-up so I used my hand and started slow and gentle. I rubbed her bottom. I gently moved the cord between her legs around to rub against her in both places. I returned to rubbing on her bottom and zeroing in on a spot where I gently laid the first one. It took a couple of minutes to get to where my hand felt a sting, the signal that it was time to wait a bit.

"Marsha, go try your phone call again." I went to get a long box filled with supplies and Marsha slowly went to the phone.

Coming back I overheard her part of the conversation. "You really were there!" "What did you think of him?" "Did you see the ropes he had me in?" "We'll talk later about introducing you." "I think I'll be out of here in another hour, two at the most unless he lets me spend the night." "I'll keep you posted." "Got to go now, my bottom's been warmed up for a real spanking." "Bye".

I made a bit of noise and finished coming into the room with the box. The bottles of lotion inside were what I really wanted from the box, but I took out the flogger and board of education and laid them on the table for show.

"On your knees in front of me, girl!" Marsha come over quickly, knelt, and bowed her head to the floor.

"Confess you sins, Marsha."

"Forgive me Sir for I have sinned. I have disobeyed your rules, Sir. I have been disrespectful in my address, Sir. I have been indecent, Sir, and I have not been a demure lady. I have risen out of my place and been presumptuous to you, Sir. I have not been always eager to please you, Sir. Please forgive me, Sir."

"Raise your bottom in the air and I will deliver 10 strokes to you. Do not flinch or move, woman! After each one you will thank me by saying 'Thanks you Sir for my 1st stroke' counting up to the tenth." She hoisted it up right away, and I rubbed it and pushed the rope into her crack as far as I could.

The spatula was a wide almost straight nylon one useful for omelets. It could sting over a broad area, but I left and very brief imprint with my first swap and waited as Marsha intoned the formula.

Please understand that I'm not a wimp. I can bring it down hard, and I have. But this was really an erotic spanking in disguise, and I had another thing I want to do to Marsha which I didn't want a lot of pain to mess up. So I pulled the swats. I know she felt them, and she was red at the end, but they were the lightest I thought I could get away with.

I'd watch and see what she would want in a real punishment spanking and try to make it perfect from her point of view the next time.

"Marsha, I forgive you. Rise up and sin no more."

"Sir, I want to make restitution, please Sir." Marsha grabbed me with both arms and planted a big kiss on me. In the middle of it I felt her hand drop so massage my dick though my pants.

"Mmmm. Feels good, Marsha." She kissed me again, lots of tongue. Again in the middle of it her hand left my dick and started unbuckling my pants. She kept going like this until I was out of my clothes and pumping my cock again.

"Mmmm. Your cock feels good to me, Sir." I let her work a bit more. She started rubbing it against the rope through her crotch. "Sir, this chastity belt had been very effective Sir. If you would give me permission I would rape the first guy I see. Sir."

I appreciated the suggestion but I didn't want to surrender control so soon.

"Stop that now, Marsha. Take a step back." She did so and I untied the crotch loop of her chastity belt. Her thigh bindings were loose and would have been down at the ankles long ago if they hadn't been tied to the waistband, and I took those off.

Taking the crotch rope, now hanging from her waist, I pulled her over to the padded armchair. She stood at the side, facing into the middle while I went around to the far arm and dropped the rope across a couple of throw pillows on the seat cushion and then over the arm in front of me.

Smiling at her, I reached my arms across to rest on her shoulders. I ran my fingers up through her hair a several times, pulling it back and playing with it. Still leading her on, I gathered a pigtail in each hand and pulled her head towards mine for another kiss. She leaned over and I lightly brushed her lips.

Then gazing into her eyes, I said "We're not through yet" and pulled her head forward and down against a throw pillow. I was aiming for surprise, and I got it. I leaned over her back and put a nice stinging slap on each cheek. "Stay there until I let you up!"

Marsha stayed frozen in place while I went around to her backside. I opened the box and took out the lotions then picked up the spoon.

"Spanking is a VERY hard job to do right. Most spankers are afraid to hurt the spankee. They can't bear to cause real pain. Then others will go full out and take out their rage on the spankee who has been known to need medical attention afterwards. A good spanker keeps control of the instrument and the spankee. They are a tour director taking the spankee to an agreed destination and returning safely.

"Marsha, I understand that you can take pain after you are warmed up to it. I know that you've been disappointed when you couldn't get spanked hard enough and scared that someone would spank too hard. It's very hard to trust a spanker you haven't known for a long time.

"I think you're a wonderful girl, Marsha, and deserve the best experience I can give you. But I don't want to really want you to be in overriding pain tonight and avoiding sitting tomorrow. I have something else I'm going to do to you instead, and it could be just as bad as a good spanking. But a truly hard spanking will not be given tonight.

"I do want you to know that I can deliver a spanking to your order. We can talk about how hard and how long and where and with what later and I'll spank you well another time.

"Now I'm going to sting you good to let you see that I am not afraid to go along with you as far as you decide. Prepare yourself."

Again I started by rubbing with my hand. Then I pushed Marsha's feet apart even though it lowered her bottom some. I stepped in close and used two hands, one to massage the bottom and the other to enter her pussy and rub her g-spot. When it turned smooth I withdrew and picked up the spoon.

I went low on her bottom, alternating sides, ramping up from medium to hard. She cried out with the last couple and I stopped, hoping that I'd done a good job of advertising, without chasing the customer away, so to speak.

Immediately I had the bottle of Aloe Vera open and the cold lotion on her skin. I slathered it around and tried to get all the pain sensors in her top layer of skin closed off from the air. Then I went around where she could see me and started massaging her neck and shoulders and occasionally stroking her. When I stroked her cheek, Marsha reached out and grabbed my finger in her mouth and sucked hard on it for a while, milking it with her tongue.

"Are we OK, lover?" I asked.

"I was scared for a moment Sir, but I could take it. Someday when I really want it I will talk to you about a true spanking that will leave me standing for a day, Sir. I think that you can both care for me and still deliver, Sir."

"Dinner and this evening have been a lot of fun for me, Marsha. I do want you to go home tonight and not even think about us doing more than dating for a while. I won't start a serious relationship with a person until I know an awful lot about her and her about me.

"People looking at us right now would say that we're going very, very fast. In a sense we are, but then we decided to get together tonight to do exactly the sort of things we've been doing. Just understand that I'm a slow one when it comes to getting serious."

Marsha started to interrupt. I put a finger across her lips and said, "No, don't talk." And waited quietly a moment.

"Marsha, you are a wonderful person. I've never met a person with the interest and appetite and experience you have. More important, all the time tonight I've felt that I was having fun with a friend, and that I'd enjoy the same fun being around you even if I was a eunuch. I want to be friends with you, more than a sex buddy. I think you feel the same way or I wouldn't have given this speech.

"You don't have to say anything. Please just accept a real date with me sometime in the future." Then I kissed her slowly and enjoyed getting lost together in it with her.

The Aloe Verde had sunk in by the time I raised Marsha to her feet. I undid the rope around her waist and then stood beside her and rubbed Intensive Care into her buttocks.

"Tell me that you can sit and can lay on you butt, please."

"I know I got a spanking, Sir. And I know I can still sit down, Sir. And I know that is the way you wanted it, Sir."

"For you, Marsha, I have a wonderful opportunity to earn an all expense paid trip to the bedroom where you will lay back and be ravished with kinky things and made so sore that you won't forget this night for the longest time. Interested?"

"Yes Sir! Most certainly so, Sir!"

"These go back in the tool box" I said as I set the lotion back inside. I left the lid off and moved the box into full view. "Help yourself as the occasion arises. Then as an after thought I handed her a bottle of Tylenol from inside. "Use one of these?"

"Thank you, Sir." She accepted the bottle from me. "May I please be excused Sir?"

"Take you time, help yourself." Marsha disappeared into the kitchen where I heard the refrigerator door open and pill bottle rattle. She returned wearing a milk mustache.

"Come here" I ordered and cleaned it off with a really wet and sloppy kiss that went all over the place.

I found the ottoman and pushed it to the end of the armchair. Flopping down and sliding forward put my ass near the front edge and my legs on the ottoman. "Now that I have taken my place you may do your damnedest, woman. Points will be awarded for creativity, duration, and intensity."

Marsha started by kneeling leaning over the chair and swaying her boobs across my face. She played reverse keep-away from my tongue by staying within range for a longer period each time I caught her. Eventually she moved around and straddled my face with her knockers and started working her way south with long wet kisses.

Now a guy's nipples can be, on rare occasions, as sensitive as a girl's. Being female, Marsha appreciated gentle play and so started very gently with mine. She took a while to get them erect, then hard, then aching. The sensitivity was one that I'd rarely experienced. All she had to do is brush them and my already hard dick levered up a fraction of an inch for a moment. Marsha was careful not to touch it, but just watched it twitch every time she tweaked my nipples.

And tweak she eventually did. I'd never ever had someone do what she did. In the end she was squeezing and rolling them with a little pinching while my cock was at absolutely full extension and my pelvis was thrusting up. If there is such a thing as a "dry orgasms" I must have been having them. I could even feel my ass hole contract and relax in response to her, and I wondered why, oh why, was I not shooting?

She moved on to lay full across my chest, smothering it with hers and grabbing my head violently in her hands and jamming her tongue into my mouth. When she moved I felt the ropes that still held her Japanese Pearls, and the sensation made me overload.

"Safe-yellow!" I cried and threw my arms around her to keep her from moving the rope against me any more. "Rubbing those bindings against me is tearing my nipples off. Face away from me and kneel down." I sat up and loosened the knots behind her back and neck and watched the rope start to slough off. Lying back down, I said "Time in!"

Marsha shed the ropes then picked each one up and coiled it neatly on the table beside the box. I could tell that they had been added to the arsenal of tools for her to choose from. "My breasts feel very different after have been squeezed like that for so long, Sir. I would like to try more Japanese Rope bindings, please Sir." Then she came over and gently brushed her nipples across mine a bit before lying down across me again and restarting her kissing.

Her extended time at my nipples was welcome again, though I never got close to the dry heaves I was having before. But my clock twitched regularly without her touching it. What an underused erogenous zone!

"Close your eyes" she said and left me alone for a minute. I could tell she was close as she moved around the chair and the table. Her touch resumed as she lifted each leg to hang over respective sides of the chair. Then my first leg lifted again and rested against her chest or maybe her shoulder. A of cord was passed under my knee and tied into a loop around my thigh just above the knee. Ditto on the other side.

Next a loop went around my ankle and my leg was pulled against the chair. The rope seemed to go from above my knee down to the floor, around a chair leg, and up to my ankle. It wasn't tied to the chair leg, but just run behind it, because I could move my leg enough to slide the rope back and forth against the chair leg. I couldn't move the leg high enough to get it over the corner of the chair arm. When she finished the other leg, I was spread wide open like a lady in a gynecologist's stirrups.

Next came a loop around each hand with the rope passing under of behind the chair. Again I could move them a couple of feet, understanding that when I put one out the other had to move back to compensate.

"You may open you eyes now, if you wish, Sir. Or I can blindfold you, Sir. Actually, Sir, I think you'll have more fun if you can't see what is about to happen, Sir. Don't go anywhere, please Sir, while I scrounge up a blindfold for you, Sir." I opened them and looked around. I didn't see the box on the table so I suspected its contents might be lined up on the floor like surgeon's tools on a tray. The last thing I did see was a towel from the kitchen being placed over my face. Marsha must have found some of those large black paper clamps to hold the ends together. Or maybe she improvised from the supply of nipple clips. Too bad I didn't have a couple of pair of clover clamps in the box.

I endured another wait, the longest one of all, and I had a devil of a time keeping track of what she was doing by the sounds she made. I could tell when she was in the kitchen. I was certain ice was coming, and I know some torture tools came out of the kitchen drawers. I had no idea what awaited me from the bathroom.

By the time Marsha came back I was beginning to get a little nervous. I was willing to trust her to keep me safe, but I my mind though of zillions of things she could do to me, most of which I would consider non-erotic. I kept telling myself that she honored the safeword, and that she was interested a good response from me. Not that I was highly responding anymore. My dick had shriveled.

"I see you've gone limp." Marsha startled me with her voice. "You must be thinking about what I can do to you. Note that I don't think of you as 'Sir' at the moment. You DO need to start worrying about what I will do to you!"

The assault started with ice cubes on my nipples. The raised tight in no time flat, and then the cold was gone, only to appear on my neck, and then my lips, and then my nipples again, and then the inside my elbows. It kept moving and I kept jerking every time it touched. Soon I was panting and squirming in anticipation of where the next brief touch would come. And I noticed that my erection was back, without her getting closer to it than my belly button.

It took a while, but I finally started to calm down and just accept the ice. She started keeping it on me for handful of seconds, and then she was finally just rubbing it wherever she wanted to move it. Eventually she started using just one cube, which found its way to my butt and then my balls. They pulled up tight to me. Marsha ran it up and down my shaft a couple of times and then into my ass crack and then she held it against my rosebud.

By then the cube had warmed a bit and shrunk a lot, but it was still cold on my tender areas. Her coup de grace was to push it up inside my rectum, which I really don't think she should have done. My inside got real cold real quick and I really wanted it out. And then my freezing muscles couldn't seem to push it out.

"Marsha, can you possibly please get that out of me somehow, or get something warm inside me, please?"

"I could almost hear a leer in her voice. "Safe-yellow?" she asked.

Quickly I said "Safe-yellow" and I got really scared that she couldn't do anything fast enough. But just as quick, I felt like I was pooping a little turd and the thing popped right out. I didn't push it out. She just pulled the condom holding the ice cube out.

When I figured out what she had done, I yelled "Marsha, you little hellion! I owe you for that one, you devil!"

She laughed and said, "I love you too, dear, and don't you forget it." Then I felt her lube up my rectum and a finger slide in to gently rub the cooled tissues. Her breath blew warmly against the root of my penis and I shortly relaxed. I felt empty and needy when her finger withdrew.

Kisses soon started to work their way up my cock followed by a tongue bath. Her warm mouth would cover my balls and she would just hold them gently inside it while her finger ran up and down my shaft in place of her tongue. After the pre-cum started again, she would tickle the underside of the head to coax some more out. Occasionally I'd hear her hum something like the "Mmm, Mmm, Good" jingle Campbell soups uses.

Marsha continued her work by cradling my ball sack in one hand. She wrapped her other hand around the base of my cock, and started pumping. Her lips spent more and more time against my dick until it was inside them almost all of the time. Each time she would really stimulate me by squeezing firmly and pumping or by rubbing the backside of my dick with her tongue, I would moan for her. She paced herself, or that is, she paced me so that I kept slowly building.

I think I remember when her hand stopped cupping my balls. I definitely remember when her finger slipped back inside me. "Yes, Marsha, play with me. Fill me up. I want to be taken and fucked."

Her response was to jam a double humped anal plug into the middle detent. "Maybe when I have my toys that will happen." Then she rotated the end in a large circle, and I grunted when the inside end pushed over my prostate.

When I would get close to cuming, Marsha would slow down or squeeze my cock hard at the base. I knew about this trick to try and abort an orgasm, and it's effect of trapping more and more semen inside the plumbing. Between the abundance of it in my prostate and the pressure of the plug, I felt as primed as I'd ever felt in my life.

"Are you ready, honey? Would you like to cum, dear? Have I made you eager enough to beg, sweetie?" Marsha teased with the voice of a woman to die for. "Let me hear you ask for it, baby. Talk to me, lover!" Then she took almost all of my cock into her mouth, started to squeeze my balls with one hand and used the other to poke my insides with the anal plug.

I was straining for release. My dick was thrust as high as I could get it, my buns tight, straining my muscles and holding my breath. "Yes!" I screamed, and then took a big breath. "I want it, I need it, Please, Now, Please!" I cried out ending with a choked sob.

Marsha's mouth sucked, her tongue wrapped along the length of my shaft and her head bobbed down pushing the head of my dick against the roof of her mouth. The plug moved all the way into my ass. The damn broke and I felt some pain inside me as tons of sperm speeded through my dick and into Marsha's warm wet mouth.

She pumped me, bobbing her head up and down, moving the plug going in and out, and swallowing as I tried to turn myself inside out to push all the horde of jism she had stockpiled with convulsion after convulsion. Even after the reservoirs had been drained my body racked with spasms vainly trying to squirt hard and long. Still holding my breath, I passed out.

I slept for a few minutes in exhaustion. When I came out of it a warm washcloth was cleaning me up. My hands were free and I set up. The most talented artist ever to work any man in history had overwhelmed me with pleasure. Marsha unpinned the towel from over my face and used it to dry me off. I looked around and found none of the array of instruments in sight which I thought she had gathered to help her minister to me.

"I put them away so you will be surprised when I use them later, Sir." She decided to give back the power she had taken to work her magic on me. Actually, I don't mind giving it up every now and then, as long as I get it back, of course.

I felt drained and needed some energy. "Would you like some chocolate milk?" I offered.

"Yes, please, Sir" and I went into the kitchen and mixed up a couple of glasses with lots of Hershey's. On impulse I put a package of graham crackers on a plate and returned to eat them in a naked picnic on the living room floor. I spent a lot of time looking at every bit of Marsha and enjoying what I saw. But my gaze kept coming back to her smiling face, bright eyes, and a look that kept changing between contentment, admiration, mischievousness, and joy. I wondered what it would be like to be with her just talking about something in the newspaper or fixing a meal in the kitchen, or jogging over in the park.

When out feast wound down, I crawled over to her and put my arms around her. I kissed and caressed and hugged and nibbled and looked deep into her eyes. My urge to just take her on the rug became very strong, but I resisted. Instead I reaching into the box on the table for some lube and a glove and then led Marsha to a daybed. In one jerk I pulled the coverlet off to expose the sheet and dropped what I was carrying at the edge of it.

We stood to hug and kiss some more and then I picked Marsh up and laid her out on the bed so that I could sit on the edge and be between her legs. "Lay back and relax and enjoy" were the last words she heard before my head bent to her muff and my tongue began its teasing. I groped with my hands to find the glove and lube and get ready to invade her.

I quickly rammed one finger in to get a nice reflex from her body. I swirled it around, reaching back to touch her cervix and drawing a ring around it. Then on the way out I paused over her g-spot to wiggle it back and forth a bit.

A second finger joined in on the next penetration. They both rubbed the top of her pussy a bit and then plunged deep and started twisting around and around stimulating the entrance. I reached up to the skin just under her clit and the made a gentle pinching motion to bring my fingers back against the g-spot for another dozen "come hither"s across it.

Lapping at Marsha's clit caused her hips to move a bit in rhythm with my tongue. I dropped more lube on my gloved hand. Her reaction didn't change as three fingers entered her to twist and stretch, then rub back and forth.

I got a solid moan when four fingers reached past the second knuckle. I was patient with my pulling and twisting and pushing and stretching until I was buried up to the web of my thumb and turning freely about. Then I started closing and unclosing my fingers and pressing the side of my hand up towards Marsha's belly as the moved. I sucked on her clit pulled it against my tongue with good effect and built her close to the edge again.

Now if I were a nice boy, I would have kept going slow and easy. But instead I took her clit firmly, started flipping it, and started her into a crashing orgasm. And as soon as she started, I took out my hand enough to fold in my thumb and started to drill into Marsha. She moaned when I pushed hard and they were probably moans of discomfort. She gave a loud one as I pushed through the barrier.

Then her body really started spasming and shaking as I moved slowly inside her. I took my mouth from her clit and we rode my hand to something more and more intense. I brought my other hand down to rub circles with her clit and tried to share in the ecstasy my partner was feeling.

"Yellow, safe-Yellow, Red" gasp Marsha and grabbed at me. I froze and waited for her to relax a bit. When her stomach muscles loosened a bit and her breathing was under control she looked up at me.

"Let me know when you are ready for me to come out."

"I'm ready. Don't take too long!" I gave one gentle but continuous pull to pass the point of maximum resistance and then slipped out easily. Marsha rested a bit more and said, "The stimulation was so intense! It wasn't easy getting you in or out again but I've never had so many nerves stimulated all at the same time. I'll be sore for a while but it was worth it. Thank you, Sir."

With the last "Sir" she had slipped back into conscious obedience. I was happy that she was happy. I also wondered if I should try and do anything with my hard-on. I wasn't sure how much I'd recharged after my experience tied to the chair.

"Go home now, Marsha, and write in a journal or diary about our evening together. Make sure to say how you felt as everything was happening to you. I want you to read it to me before we play again."

"Yes Sir. I can tell you enjoyed this evening, Sir. Perhaps we were made for each other, Sir. And I'd like to read your account, please Sir, just as much as you want to read mine. And to play again, Sir, after we exchange them, Sir."

The "Sir"s were getting a little strong, especially when accompanied by her demands. But a good relationship requires balance between the partners and I'd go quickly crazy with a 24/7 slave. A contract including DD would probably let me keep her under control without breaking her spirit. Then I started thinking about Mary and Marsha's two other friends and decided that I shouldn't go jump off the deep end yet when there were still other good people to meet.

I rolled her over and smacked her bottom a couple of times, and then kissed it.

There is a way to get enough friction so that I would come again, even if I didn't shoot very much. I rolled her onto her back and dove into her. After pumping a few times, I put my legs outside hers and pressed hers together against my cock.

A minute later her back was arched, giving her clit even more exposure to my pubic bone as I pistoned away. It also increased the friction a fraction more, which was enough to send me over the edge. And it turns out I did had enough jism for a little shoot.

After I came, we rolled on our sides and she threw an arm and leg over me and nuzzled me. After a bit, I looked at the clock, then got up to get dressed.

"Get yourself dressed, make your call, and I'll walk you down to your car."

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