Sex Show Stories

I flew in from New York to Houston, Texas on Sunday April 1, 2001 for WrestleMania X-7 to meet with WWF wrestling superstar Steve Austin about his acting career. I had started working as an actor on All My Children six months earlier. I met Steve at a show in New York and we talked every so often after that. He invited me to be his guest at WrestleMania, so I took him up on the offer and made my way out there. I advised Steve that it was a good time for him to do acting because his career was peaking and it’s important to capitalize on that. I was a huge wrestling fan so it was a thrill to be able to be at WrestleMania.

I arrived at the Astrodome at around 4pm or so and I met with Steve only briefly. I also met his wife Debra for the second time, also a WWF performer, although she was a late scratch from the WrestleMania card. She was hot, as all WWF girls are, but there was something special about this one. The ass, the tits, the legs - she had everything. I mostly hung out backstage with the majority of the wrestlers that were watching the matches on the main screen they had back there. With Steve talking to The Rock and some agents about their main event match coming up later, Debra walked up to me.

She was wearing one of her trademark black business suits, showing some cleavage with a short skirt and her shapely legs rounding out the outfit. She mostly talked to me about the soap I was on, but then the conversation took a different turn.

“Doug, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“When Steve wrestles I usually watch the match in his private dressing room because sometimes I get nervous and I don’t want other people around. I was wondering if it wouldn’t be too much trouble if you could watch with me?”

“Um,” I stumbled due to being surprised by what she was asking, “I guess so if it’s okay with Steve.”

She took my arm, then pulled me over to the side where it was a bit more private.

“Steve’s in his own world right now. He doesn’t really care about me or anybody else.” She confessed to me while looking upset.

“I don’t know about that. You’re married after all.” I told her.

“Yeah, but he won’t let me have a career on screen anymore. Vince brought me back to manage The Rock for this storyline, I was going to be a part of the main event and then because of Steve bitching to Vince I was taken out of that spot. Now he expects me to just sit back here with a smile on my face while I’m bored out of my mind? Fuck that.” She was angered, and with good reason.

“Look Debra, I know you’re frustrated, but I don’t know if I’m the person to tell this to. We barely know eachother at this point, after all.” I said, explaining to her.

“That’s why I want you to watch the match with me privately, sugar.” She had a twinkle in her eye. “I love watching you on your show. Meeting you like this, I feel like a kid in a candy store. I have acting aspirations of my own, ya know. Since my career here doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, maybe you could give me some tips.” She looked around, then noticed we were pretty much in a private place. She undid one of the two buttons on her top showing me a lot more cleavage. Using my chin, she tilted my head down so I was now staring at her tits.

“So Doug, will you join me to.talk?”

I felt choked up a bit, shocked at how flirtatious was, but I wasn’t about to complain. “Uh sure, I think I can do that,” I assured her. “Steve won’t know about this right?” I asked, just to make sure.

She buttoned her top again, then replied with a smile. “No, he’ll be in the ring for 45 minutes and with all the entrances it’ll be an hour or so until he gets back here. So we’ll have plenty of time to.talk.”

“Okay,” I said. “I guess I’ll see you a bit later then.”

“Can’t wait,” she smirked at me.

-

At 8:35pm local time, I was backstage in the cafeteria area mingling with some of the other wrestlers when Steve came up to me. “Hey man, I’m gonna go meet with Rock, Vince and the ref to go over the match one last time before we go out there. I’ll see you after the show, alright?”

“Alright man, have fun out there.” I told him.

“Oh,” he continued, “and Debra told me you’re gonna watch the match with her. I appreciate that. She gets nervous. You know women, right?”

“Ha, of course,” I said half heartedly.

He went in the other direction while I went in the direction of Steve’s locker room where I assumed Debra was waiting for me. I was hesitant about going because while I had the feeling she was interested in me sexually I wasn’t totally sure, so I went in thinking about not making the wrong move.

-

The room was in a private area with only Vince and The Rock’s rooms nearby, so with all of them involved in the main event I knew it was secluded. I knocked on the door. From inside I heard her tell me to come in. When I opened the door I saw Debra sitting on a big soft chair with her gorgeous legs stretched out onto an ottoman. She was rubbing them with some kind of cream. “Lock the door, please.” She said while not even looking at me. I did, then I walked over to the couch that was adjacent to the chair she was on. I was staring right at her massaging her legs. She glanced over to me noticing her, then looked back at the TV.

“You see this crap?” She yelled, pointing at the TV. “They won’t let me be a part of the match, but they have no problem sticking me in the video package. What a way to treat your wife, huh?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there silently.

“Enough about that, though. Let’s talk about something more pleasant.” She kicked the ottoman away, then sat up in the chair with her amazing legs crossed. “I’m really happy you came to Houston and you decided to join me here now. I’m such a huge fan of your show. You really are my favorite character; I’m not just saying that.”

“Thank you. We’ve got great writers and they do a good job with the stories.” I continued to stare at her amazing body.

“Don’t be so modest, honey. Your character Chase is great because of you. I love the character. He sees the women he wants, then he gets them no matter who they are and how tough it may be. I love everything about him, especially that body of yours.” She continued while I blushed. “Judging by the way you were looking at me earlier, I think we’ve got some sort of mutual admiration society here, huh?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Question is, what are we going to do about it?” She asked while getting up off the chair and walking over to me on the couch. She sat down beside me, her legs crossed again.

“You’re a very beautiful woman, Debra, I hope you know that.” I said, looking into her eyes. She grabbed my hand while I continued, “If you don’t know that then your husband is doing a bad job.”

“He just doesn’t understand my needs,” she confessed.

“Like what?”

“Like how my legs need some attention.” She put my hand on her right leg, then moved it up her leg so it was under her skirt. “And my lips, they feel so lonely sometimes.” She leaned in towards my face and kissed me passionately on the lips. “Mmmmmm. You know what else wants attention?” She leaned back, then unbuttoned the two buttons on her top, opened it up and showed me her giant tits being held by her black bra. “My tits. They want all of your attention.”

I reached for them with my hand, caressing them while still in the bra. She put her hands on me and undid the buttons on my shirt, rubbing her hands along my chest.

“I guess we’ve got a mutual love of the chest too, huh?” I said to her smiling.

The talking stopped while I threw her jacket to the ground and she threw my shirt off. We kissed again with her laying on top of me on the couch. I went to take off her bra, but she stopped me, wanting to do it at another time. Instead she reached for the belt on my pants, undoing that and sliding my pants down. She turned around so I could take off her short skirt and we were left with her in bra and panties while I had my boxers on. We kissed eachother again, this time sloppily with our tongues flying around in eachohter’s mouths and a lot more aggression on both of our parts.

She got up again, standing in front of me as I sat on the couch with my legs slightly open. “You know,” she said, “I always fantasized about kissing you, but what I really want is for you to fuck me like an animal. Don’t hold back. I want it rough. I need it rough. Can you do that for me?”

“Oh yeah, baby. Whatever you want. Now let me see those tits.”

I slid my boxers down so my hard dick was right in her face. She gently stroked it, then stuck her chest down so my cock was rubbing up against her tits. She moved her melons around in all different directions while thrusting my cock into them. She unclipped her bra, then threw it to the ground. Her puppies were free. My dick was getting harder as she rubbed it between, around and on top of her tits. “Oh yeah, Debra, just like that,” I encouraged her. She rubbed it all over her tits, then she would put it in her mouth and suck on it. After about a minute of titty play, she really dropped down in front of me and looked at me with a smile. “Time for a snack.”

The way she sucked my cock it was like she had never seen one before. My body was rock hard and so was my cock thrusting deep in her mouth. She used every technique imaginable from sticking both lips on it like a lollipop to using her tongue to flick it constantly, teasing me to no end.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Debra,” I said to her with a smile. “Come on baby, take it all in.”

She looked at me smiling, her mouth wrapped around my cock and her hands caressing my balls. She bobbed her head back and forth, sucking, licking and gently biting my cock every way possible. I could feel it hitting the back of her mouth and I could also hear her struggling a bit to take it all in, obviously not accustomed to having such a huge object in her mouth. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned.

“Quite a mouthful, huh?” I smirked.

I could sense she giggled a bit, but that didn’t stop her from her goal of making me shoot a load of cum in her mouth. She leaned forward even more from her position on her knees, stroked my cock and I finally let out the explosion of cum in her mouth. She swallowed it all, wiping some from her mouth while looking up at me with a huge grin on her face.

She lay prone on the floor. “That was.” she said while taking a deep breath, “the best dick I’ve ever seen in my life. Unbelievable.just fucking unbelievable.” She stuck her hand up to get me to lift her up. She was obviously tired, so I carried her and placed her on the chair. She pointed to her panties that were still on. I got the message. I knew she liked it aggressive, so I quickly pulled down her panties with my right hand and started to rub her clit with my fingers.

“Ooooooooooooooooh,” she moaned.

“What about my hands?” I asked while positioning my face lower, close to her pussy. “Unbelievable?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm!”

I went down in a fury with my tongue deep in her clit. I knew she wanted it rough, so that’s what I did to her. I cupped her ass with my two hands in order to get even deeper inside of her.

“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FUCK! OHHHHHHHH (panting) MYYYYYYYYYY (panting) GODDDDDDDDDDD!”

My tongue was really deep in there, licking the sides of her clit as well as the inner parts. I managed to get my right finger in there too to increase the pressure. She was moaning and cursing up a storm while I continued.

“Jesus fucking Christtttttttt! OH GOD, OH GODDDDDDDDDDD!”

I kept on licking away while also gently biting the edge of her clit. I could feel her getting really wet.

“FUCK!” She kept on yelling. “Get inside of me! NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”

Not one to let a fan down, I got on top of her. With her on her back and her legs spread open I put my rock hard cock deep into her wet pussy as hard as I possibly could. I knew that any woman that likes it physical loves this position, so I really put a lot of pressure to give it to her hard. She was a loud one too.

“That’s.how.I like it! OOHHHHHHHHHHH!”

From my position on top I was able to reach down with my hands to massage her tits. As much as I loved her entire body it was her tits that I loved most and I really wanted to fuck them. She could tell too. “You’ll get your chance hun, just keep going.” Aggressively I added more pressure by now grabbing the sides of her hips and pushing them inward to make me feel all of me. Her verbal communication let me know I was doing a good job.

“So good! So fucking good! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Harder!”

I reached for her hands and lifted her up so she was sitting on me while I was on the ottoman. With my hands clutching her back and my mouth joining hers as we kissed aggressively, I continued to ram my cock deep up into her pussy. My cock was very stiff now and ready to blow, but I kept on going as long as I could.

“FASTER! MORE! OOH YEAH! FUCK ME BABY.FUCK ME!”

After another fifteen seconds or so I could feel another load coming on, I whispered it to her to let her know and she pushed off me, then went to my cock with her mouth and took a second shot into her pearly whites. This time she spit.

As she wiped her mouth I couldn’t help but say something, “you’re just a cum guzzling slut aren’t you?”

“I am,” she said with a grin. “But sometimes I spit.”

With our bodies tired a bit after such a rigorous workout, we turned to face the TV to see how the Austin/Rock match was going. We both glanced over at a clock to see it was 9:30pm local time meaning we had another fifteen minutes or so before Steve came back. I brought her lips close to mine and kissed her some more. Even though my cock had been worked a lot during our evening I knew I had more left in me and I really wanted to fuck her tits.

“Debra,” I began to say politely. “We still got some time to.”

“I know, sugar,” she winked at me as she spoke in her cute southern drawl. “That’s our main event. We have to save the best for last.” Now we both had enormous smiles on our faces.

With me sitting back on the she kneeled down in front of me, bending forward with her tits. She rubbed on my cock again to keep it hard, which was not a problem. This woman could get me hard in mere seconds. She cupped her breasts together, then lowered them down against my cock. I stuck my right hand down to my cock and started beating her tits with it ever so gently.

“Now you’re teasing me, huh?” She smiled.

“Payback’s a bitch,” was all I could muster in return. We both kind of laughed.

She spread apart her tits and I rammed my very hard cock in between them. It felt at home. She kept squeezing her tits close together while I continued to push my throbbing dick upwards in her direction. Every few seconds she would take her tits away and lick my dick.

“This feels sooooooooooooooooooo good.” I assured her.

Debra obviously felt the same way because she kept the pressure coming with her tits. I could tell she had experience at it, but I never had fucked a pair of tits like this before either. They were amazing. I could tell that she felt the same way about my dick. It was the perfect match. The pace of the titty fuck picked up a bit as I leaned forward so I was basically sitting in front of her and she was bobbing up and down like she was when she was sucking me off. You could hear a loud “SMACK!” as she thrashed all over my member with her giant melons. If you could take a picture of paradise this would be it for me. It went on for several minutes.

“Don’t,” she said while panting, “cum on me again.cum inside me.” She took her tits off of my cock, then rubbed it with her hand while smiling at me. “Over here, so Steve can see the big fucking grin on my face.”

I quickly found out what she meant as she walked over to the TV, placed her hands against the casing that was holding the TV and bent over in front of me with her wonderfully built butt. I had a grin on my face like I was a lion about to feast on a dead carcass. I clutched her hips with my hands and I didn’t know where she wanted it, whether it was the clit or the ass. I decided on the clit since I’d been there before and I figured she wanted to end our glorious fuck fest in a familiar place.

“Steve, you piece of shit” she yelled aloud I guess in the direction of her husband on the TV, “this is how you fuck a woman!”

I wasn’t about to question her sanity, so I thrusted inside of her pussy with my very experienced penis as she let out a huge moan.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh! More, baby.more!”

She got her wish. I placed my hands inside of her hips while inserting my cock deeper into her vagina. While I knew she enjoyed it, I could sense that she was tiring. I decided to keep going aggressively because that’s what she wanted earlier.

“Smack my ass, Doug! Smack it!”

SMACK!

I didn’t do it too hard because I was too busy penetrating inside of her. Then I decided to do it again.

SMACK!

Her pussy was becoming very wet again while I could feel myself ready to unload.

“FUCK YES! OH FUCK YES!”

SMACK!

Knowing the end was going to be near I thrust myself deeper inside of her. I had never felt this stiff before and I could guarantee that she never felt it this good before.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

SMACK!

I was ready to blow, so I tapped her hip to let her know.

“DO IT! LET ME FEEL YOU INSIDE ME!”

With every ounce of energy I had I let out one final surge of white liquid into her wet pussy.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

Finally, our bodies became calm as every last drop of my climax had shot into her body. I quickly realized we didn’t have protection, but she assured me it was okay and that she had taken precautions. “We’re safe, hon.”

Almost simultaneously the bell had rung in the Austin/Rock match. Austin won somehow, but it was far from my mind. Debra turned herself around and we kissed eachother again. Neither of us wanted to stop, but we knew we had to.

“I could fuck you all night,” I told her matter of factly.

“Good, because tomorrow they’re having a rematch,” she said referring to Austin and Rock. “And so are we.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said with a smile from ear to ear.

-

Five minutes had passed and we could hear people running around backstage. We both had our clothes back on, fixed up our hair, cleaned up the room and made it look like we were just sitting around talking for the past hour. We opened the door as we waited there for Steve to return. Some people were nearby so we couldn’t touch eachother anymore, but we did have one final talk.

“By the way, sugar, our rematch tomorrow night is going to have a special guest,” she told me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering what in the world she was talking about.

“I’m not the only All My Children fan in the women’s locker room.” Then she looked out into the crowd of people while eyeing one very good looking blonde in the crowd, “Trish, she’s a sweetheart don’t you think?”
While the thought of fucking both Debra and Trish at the same time entered into my mind, Steve came back to our area. Debra gave him a peck on the cheek as he handed me the World Heavyweight Title to look at.

“What did you two think? How was the match?” Steve asked us even though he had no idea that we didn’t watch any of it.

“It was great honey,” Debra assured her husband, obviously lying through her teeth.

“Lots of non-stop action, man. It was the best match I’ve ever seen.” I figured might as well continue the lie. “Debra and I enjoyed it.”

“Oh yeah,” she added, “all of it. I loved every second of it. Especially the climax.” She looked over to me and winked. I really, really liked this woman.

The night continued as the company’s annual WrestleMania party began. I stood there alone thinking about the night I just had and the night that was ahead of me. How did I ever get so lucky?

At the Hammerstein Ballroom, in New York City, the WWE just finished airing ECW: One Night Stand live on pay per view. It was an extreme reunion on a global scale of friends who helped paved the way for the hardcore, in your face, take no prisoners, beat the hell out of your opponent style of wrestling the lit a fire under the sport through out the 1990s. However, not every reunion was friendly. Beulah McGillicutty and the Queen of Extreme Francine still had a strong hatred for each other, dating back to the days when Stevie Richards Stevie-Kicked Francine to allow Beulah to win their first ever match against each other. At ECW:ONS, the two women made surprises appearances that not only shocked the world, but each other. In the backstage area, Francine storms to where Beulah is, which is outside of the Tommy Dreamer’s dressing room, where the Innovator of Violence is receiving medical attention. France sees Beulah and rushes towards her, grabs her shoulder and spins her around.

“What the fuck are you doing here bitch?” Francine yells as she places her hands on her own hips as she glares at Beulah.

“Excuse me who the hell are you calling a bitch you damn two faced slut” Beulah replies as she quickly shoves Francine until she smacks against the wall banging the back of her head.

Francine rubs the back of her head and then shoves Beulah until too hits the wall. “Keep your hands to yourself your fucking Penthouse whore. what they hell were you doing here tonight, you had no business interfering between me and Tommy.”

“You and Tommy never stood a chance and as for my being in Penthouse.your just mad because they said you were too ugly for them and should try posing for dog a million or something” Beulah replied trying to walk out of the ballroom to head to her rental car.

Francine balls her first and she blocks Beulah’s past, “I fucking hate you! I hate you so fucking much I.” Francine suddenly grabs Beulah’s face and pulls her into a deep and sudden, forcing her tongue into Ms. McGillicutty’s mouth. Beulah starts to push her away but then slowly she realizes how it feels to have Francine’s tongue in her mouth and she quickly begins to respond.

Francine moves her hands down Beulah’s body, feeling her up through her clothes as she breaks the kiss. She glares with hatred into Beulah’s eyes, “I so fucking hate you.” Francine kisses her again while pushing Beulah up against a wall.

“I can tell how much you do baby” Beulah replies sliding her hands inside Francine’s top finding her breasts through the flimsy fabric of her bra and she lightly runs her thumbs over her nipples “I hate you too” Beulah replies before pulling her top down and beginning to suck on her breast through her bra.

“You whore.” Francine moans a little as she runs her hand through Beulah’s long brown hair, pulling it a bit. Francine slides her other hand into her pants and begins rubbing Beulah’s pussy through her panties.

“Oh so I’m a whore.well your a bitch then” Beulah replied moving down to tug Francine’s nipple in her mouth gently biting it with her teeth while playing with her other one from tugging on it to rubbing it.

“That’s Extreme Bitch, slut.” Francine slides her hand into Beulah’s panties and presses her fingers against Beulah’s slit. Francine hears foot stops and looks in the direction they are coming from. She then puts Beulah in a headlock, “Come with me slut.” Francine literally drags Beulah towards where ring is and makes her get inside of it. Francine then gets in the ring and smirks at her, “No we have some privacy you cunt.”

Surprising Francine Beulah spears her to the mat, and then quickly moves between her legs and yanking off her skit following with her panties. Beulah sticks two fingers inside of Francine’s pussy rubbing them up and down slowly “Now who’s a slut hmmm. Francine?”

“Ohhh you bitch.” Francine moans a bit as she sits up on a bit. She grabs Beulah’s hair and forcefully lowers her head to her pussy. “You want my sweet pussy. then eat it!” Francine grabs two handfuls of Beulah’s hair as she mashes her face against her twat.

Beulah slips her tongue between Francine’s legs slipping it and out of her wet pussy until Francine is writhing on the mat and moaning begging Beulah not to stop and giving her instructions on how and where to lick.

Mmm baby. that’s it slut. lick the clit, suck on the lips. work it like the whore your are.” Francine moans as she arches her hips a bit. Beulah pulls her tongue out moving to lick around Francine’s clit while watching as she plays with her tits squeezing them together and moaning as she pulls on her own nipples.

“You’re a good like twat eater aren’t you.” Francine smirks as she pulls hard on her own nipples. Francine pulls own top off as Beulah slips out of her jacket. Beulah’s mouth goes to Francine’s breast like Cookie Monster would go to a bag of Chips Ahoy’s. She starts sliding her tongue around it before gently easing it in her mouth tugging on it and tenderly biting it.

Francine moans as she runs her fingers through Beulah’s hair, “You’re mouth feels so good on my tits. I still hate you. but it feels good.”

Beulah moves down between her legs sliding her hands up between Francine’s breasts before moving to cover them with her hands “You hate me so much your gonna cum for me aren’t you, you little slut bitch?”

“You want me to cum bitch?” Francine smirks, “Then make me cum with that 2 whore mouth of yours.” Beulah moves to practically yank Francine’s legs apart, and quickly stinks her tongue inside Francine’s pussy swirling it around before moving to work it in and out holding her legs down.

“Ohhhh ohhh shit. got I so fucking Hate you. I’m cummmmmm ahhhh!” Francine arches her hip, then her back as she cums as a result of Beulah’s excellent tongue work. Francine grabs hold of Beulah’s hair and holds her head right where it is to smear her juices all over Beulah’s face.

“Tell me you hate me again and see where it gets you” Beulah taunts her as she slaps Francine’s ass as the Queen of Extreme moves to press Beulah down onto the mat, kissing her with a force that almost made Beulah whimper.

Francine breaks the kiss and licks Beulah’s face, “I know exactly where it’ll get me.” Francine grins as she slides down Beulah’s body, pressing her own down against her long time rival. Francine starts to tug off Beulah’s pants, followed by removing her panties. Francine then lies on top of Beulah, keeping her pinned to the mat as she slides one hand down her body.

“Oh. mmmm. yeah Frannie” Beulah whispers

“You just spread these legs for anybody don’t you?” Francine asks while slipping her fingers inside Beulah’s wet pussy thrusting them in and out watching as Beulah began to moan and move with her fingers.

“Mmmm not. just anyone one.” Beulah moans her reply.

Francine smirks, “Sure. there was Raven. and Tommy.” Francine sharply thrusts her fingers into Beulah’s snatch as hard as she can as she said both names. Beulah cries out softly wanting more of Francine’s fingers in her pussy but not really caring for how hard she had just jammed them into her.

“Easy baby.please” Beulah said and Francine smiles at her.

“Sure baby .I’ll just let my tongue take their place.”

“Ok.” Beulah whispers. Francine slowly moves her head down to Beulah’s pussy and begins to eat her out. She flicks her tongue over and around her slit gently as she moves one hand to rub her own pussy and the other to tug on one of Beulah’s nipples.

“Oh Frannie yes baby that’s so damn extreme mmmm.yeah I want to watch you eat my sweet pussy ohh come on Frannie eat it like a god little pussy slut.” Francine grins up at Beulah as she quickly laps her tongue at Beulah’s pussy before sharply diving it inside her. Beulah bites her lip and arches her lower body to press herself against Francine’s mouth. Francine is also moaning a little as she moves two fingers in and out of her own pussy rapidly, trying to time it just right to cum with Beulah.

“I’m going to cum Frannie,” Beulah whimpers just before an orgasm overtakes her body, which sends Francine into an orgasm as well. Francine stays between Beulah’s legs using her fingers to tease her now.

Francine reaches up and strokes Beulah’s face, “You taste pretty good.” Francine then gets an idea and suddenly gets out of the ring. She looks under it and finds what she was hoping to fine. Francine then comes back into the ring with a kendo stick. “Beulah. I’m going to take us both the extreme.”

“Okay baby.” Beulah replies sitting up so she can watch what Francine’s gonna do she lightly rubs the kendo stick around Beulah’s sensitive pussy almost teasing her with it slipping it just inside her pussy before yanking it out.

“Tell me you want to go the extreme.” Francine says as she licks up and down kendo stick as if it was a cock while moving her hand up and down it.

“Yes oh baby yes I want to go all the way to the extreme.your the one who can take me there aren’t you baby.show me how extreme you can get Frannie.”

“Ok. you asked for it.” Francine grins as she stands up and turns the kendo stick around. She stands over Beulah’s spread leg and pushes the head of the stick into her pussy. Francine starts to move the stick up and down, in and out of Beulah’s pussy like a plunger. She looks down at Beulah’s face and smirks as she sees the overwhelmed expression Beulah has.

“Oh my. damn Frannie push that stick in my pussy like a dildo yeah do it baby make it fuck me Frannie. mmmm you ant to watch it fuck me don’t you baby?”

“I must say I love the view I have.” Francine smirks as she pushes more of the stick into Beulah’s pussy. “Let’s. how deep. can it go.” Francine thinks out loud while continue to push it in her. She stops when she has to add some extra effort, and her jaw drops. Francine looks down a Beulah who is squirming in pleasure, “You fucking whore. that’s almost 18 inches of the stick I got into your wet pussy.”

“Did you forget how big Tommy is.I’m used to big hard things in my pussy” she replies smiling as Francine moves to rub the top of her pussy while trying to ease more of the stick inside her.

“Oh I remember how big Tommy is.” Francine smiles as she pushes in another two inches of the stick in her, “Too bad the Dudleys fucked him up pretty bad. but I’m satisfied with you since I hate you so much.” Francine licks her lips.

“Are You gonna let me return the favor. let me make you my bitch for a little while push that kendo stick inside that wet pussy till your moaning trying to close your legs around it begging me to go deeper.” Beulah moans as she has a mild orgasm.

“No way. this stick is mine.” Francine pulls it out of Beulah’s body and it’s completely dripping with her juices. Francine helps Beulah sit up and then together they lick the stick clean. Francine lets Beulah savor the taste of her own juices and pats her thigh. “Go look under the ring. I saw some things I bet you’ll love to use on me.”

Beulah smiles before moving to kiss Francine deeply. She leaves the ring and goes under the mat and coming back out with a folding chair.

“What are you going to do with that?” Francine asks glancing at it.

“Well Frannie it’s simple. get up” Francine gets up and Beulah puts the chair down but has the legs sticking up.

“Now get this chair leg in your pussy and move up and down on it while I play with these extreme tits.” Francine smiles as she steps over the chair and slowly eases her pussy onto one of the legs.

“Ohhh god.” Francine moans softly as she starts to move up and down slowly, but soon starts to pick up speed. She’s grateful Beulah set the chair up near the ring ropes, so she can hold onto them to keep herself balanced. “Ahhh this. is. extreme.’ she moans again as she rocks on the chair leg.

Beulah slides her hands around beginning to almost yank on Francine’s tits “Fuck the chair you slut toy. you want it in your pussy don’t you.mm it’s just like a cock in your wet pussy oh yeah do the chair you slut do it harder till you cum all over it.”

“Lick. lick my slutty pussy.” Francine gasps as she almost goes down completely on the chair leg, taking it in her cunt, as it was the most natural thing in the world. Beulah kneels down and grabs one of the other chair legs and slides her tongue against Francine’s pussy whenever she comes down.

“Ahhhh ohhh shit.” Francine screams as she cums on the chair leg and her sweet honey flows out of her pussy and down the chair leg as she has one of the most extreme climaxes she’s ever experienced. Beulah stands up and helps her off the chair.

“Get on your knees” she commands and Francine eases herself into that position as Beulah kneels behind her slipping two fingers quickly inside of her ass.

“Ohhh Beulah. I love the thought. but I need something. bigger in my ass.” Francine moans as she looks back over her shoulder.

Beulah moved back under the ring until she finds a Singapore cane “Does this look familiar baby?” she asks sliding back into the ring to start rubbing the cane against Francine’s ass before slipping it into her.

“Ohhhh yes it doesss.” Francine pushes back against the cane to receive more of it in her asshole. “Damn I hate you.” Francine smirks a bit, as she waits for Beulah reaction.

“You hate me do you? You little slut bitch well for that you get more of the cane!” she replies starting to thrust it in and out of her asshole each time pushing it in a little harder.

“Ohhhh fuck yeah. you whore. I hate you. fuck. my ass. fuck harder!” Francine slams her self back against the can, getting more and more turned on. She moves a hand to her pussy and begins to fuck herself with her fingers again.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you Frannie? Look at you pounding this cane in your ass” Beulah smacks her ass while moving the cane in and out faster and harder. Beulah the moves her free hand to push Francine’s hand out of the way to stroking her pussy with her fingers.

“I’m an extreme. slut!” Francine throws her body up ward a bit and leans back completely on the cane as she cum again, this time resulting in her honey squirting out of her pussy.

Beulah leans down to whisper in her ear “You’re my slut. is that understood Francine?” she asked as she gives Francine’s tit a squeeze before moving away. Beulah walks to the corner of the ring and climbs to the top rope before sitting down by the turnbuckle and spreading her legs “Now be a good slut and make me cum.”

Francine gets to her feet with a smile on her face as she approaches Beulah. She places her hands on her thighs as she moves her head to her pussy. Francine starts to lap her tongue against Beulah’s dripping wet pussy as Beulah plays with her hair.

“Yeah show me how extreme you can get slut” she says grabbing onto Francine’s hair holding her head between her legs until she is coaxing an orgasm out of her that is so intense she almost has to grab onto the ring ropes.

“Hold on baby.” Francine says as she holds onto Beulah’s hips to keep her from falling. When Beulah’s climax subsides, Francine eases her off the turnbuckle and kisses her lips.

Beulah slides her hands through Francine’s hair holding her head right there as she deepens the kiss slowly until Francine pulls away moaning. Beulah moves next to Francine whispering in her ear.

“I can just as Extreme as you can Frannie”

Before Francine can answer they both whip around at the sound of Tommy Dreamer’s voice “I hope somebody has Paul Heyman on speed dial.”

-END-

This is my first attempt with hope that you would like it and feedback me.

Junaed was employ in my firm. He was not only my employ but we had a very good understanding and relation.

Once he invited me for a dinner at his home. I went there at 8 o’clock and went inside the home. I found myself in a small drawing room, simply furnished and neatly kept.

Junaed’s family was not too much, but three children and his wife Saima.

In first meeting with Saima, her eyes stared through me. It was a moment frozen in time. I was completely locked in her stare and felt myself trembled and my heart was pounding.

She had really awesome and had a stunning beauty. Nature had been generous in endowing her not only with a height of 5 feet 7 inches.

She had very fair complexion and had a much whitish color, her face structure was round and astonished figurers with full lips always attracted attention.

At that age she had killer body to go with her cute face. She was nearly five foot eight inch of height. She had beautiful light brown eyes and long black hairs.

Her breasts were well developed and much attractive firm and tight breast may be filled the 36b bra. Her waist remained tidy like a young girl waist not more than thirty-two inches and her hips was really her most precious part of her body, while she had a nearly flat stomach. In very early meeting I fall in love with her and wished that she would be my wife.

Her eyes are captivating and they move in sync with your lips as you talk and smile. Her look was direct and I could feel it burning into me, shooting directly into my soul and heart, not just my eyes.

I couldn’t talk with her to tell and show her how she thrilled me that night nor I couldn’t take my eyes off her body all the time in that meeting.

That night I went home with a heavy heart and started thinking about Saima all night and after that day I couldn’t stop myself to think about her. I always thinking about her and wanted to be in bed with her, but there was not any way for me.

That was my fortunate luck and Junaed bad lucking that Junaed faced some health problem and became paralyzed. He couldn’t move nor he could speak.

As he had been working in my office so I helped him not only in routine but also out of the way. He was already debtor of a huge amount from firm.

Once I went to his home to see him. Junaed’s wife told me that they are facing financial problems and they can not continue Junaed’s treatment nor they have enough sources for their daily expenditures.

I told her that her husband has already taken a huge amount from the company, and firm can’t carry out their help officially as rule are so strict. She became very disappointed and disheartens and her beautiful eyes filled of tears.

I console her and told her that you shouldn’t take much anxiety. I will try my best to help you but it will be personally not officially.

I gave her enough money for their daily uses and her husband treatment. I gave her my mobile phone number and told her that she can call me with out any hesitation if she need.

By this way I helped them for long time with very open heart because I also want to meet Saima every time. I was paying visit their home now nearly twice a month and was taking keen interest in their problems. She was very obliged for this. Saima started talking me now little frankly and became close to me. I felt on so many times that she was trying to show me cleavages of her nice breasts intentionally and cleverly. I wanted this gorgeous woman in bed with her full presence and involvement.

I wanted her to know how much I want her, how much love I have on her and how much desire, lust and crush I have on her. How much adulation I have and how much of appreciation I have on her but couldn’t have found courage to tell her And that’s because of her very noble and graceful personality. I love her as a woman. I love her charms as her character. I like her from her head to toe. I like her silk sexy long hair her round face, chubby cheeks, her dimpled chin and her lovely eyes. I love her smile, her luscious buxom and sexiest body. I know that I can seduce her with money but that wouldn’t be a long time exiting relationship. I needed a Long time secure and very exiting, thrilling, taboo kind of relation with her. I want to seduce her bit by bit, showing that I love and adore her than anything and lead her to bed that way.

Once she called me on phone and said me that there is nothing but she wants to give just a courtesy call.

I thanked her. She said me, give us little time, Please . I told her that how she is talking like this, I have visited so many times them and I have never denied seeing them.

“Then she asked me that would I like to have dinner at her place tonight? I said her it will be my pleasure if you invite me for a dinner. So she asked me that she would be oblige if I came that night in her home for a dinner, which I except and promised her that I will be there at 8 o clock.

It was the happiest day for me as Saima had invited me first time. So I was waiting all the day very impatience and at the evening I took a shower and dressed very well. I reached there and Saima greeted me at the door, She smiled at me warmly. I went in the Junaed room as usual and sat down at the near by chair to Junaed’s bed, after spending a long time with Junaed Saima asked me that dinner is ready’. I have the dinner with all of her children. Over the course of the dinner, I always keep on looking at her face and body, as every part of her body seems to be inviting for me, and make a point that she notices it.

Saima on the other hand, blushes at the attention I gave her as she ate her meal and was trying to stare me cleverly when I was eating not staring her. And once I caught her staring me and she quickly turned her head away, while I laughed myself. When we finished, Then the children went to their room to sleep. Saima and I were now alone in the lounge to take tea. She was sat opposite me and by this time every part of her body seems to be inviting for me. We were talking all around. She said me, that she is very obliged of me if I was not come to help them what they have to do?

I told her that she shouldn’t think like that and that it was my duty.

She said me anyhow, they could not do anything a good turn in return of my favor.

I told her that she shouldn’t worry about the future, as I will help them any way.

We talked for a long time and when I asked her to leave me now,. She said, me that may I ask you to stay here for tonight as it is too late. How can I stay here, as you are alone, your husband is ill and children are slept.

Then what happen?

I think that this would be not right both for us, although it was very hard decision for me, that I refusing her invitation.

She became very disappointed and followed me as I walked towards the door. But in the door she once again insisted to stay there and by this time I couldn’t resist and thought that it may be my last chance.

So I asked her where I should be stay. Thank you,” she said so warmly.

She became very happy and said that all home is yours. She led me to the guestroom; we stood there for a while and then went to sit near the fireplace, as it was too cold.

She lights the gas heater and we sat near to fire.

“She asked me that what would she do for her family for their future, as she is the housewife.

I told her that I will help her till completion of her daughter and then we will try to get some executive job for her. She said me that she will never forget these helps as I am doing for them. Suddenly she questioned me that have you an account that how much you have spent for us.

I told her yes why not. She once again asked me that could she see it? I replied her No.

Why? She said.

Because, these are not in papers. I replied.

Then where they are? She asked.

It is in my heart, I said her.

This time suddenly she stood, come near to me and settled herself on the sofa next to me, wrapped her hand around my neck and buried her face into my shoulder.

I thank that I owe you something, she whispered. Her breasts mashed up against me and I could have felt her firm nipple.

I smiled, and wrap my arms around her body.

She said, you treat us so well jjj; I do not know what to say. I, I have nothing to pay you back for your kindness, except, except if, if you would like me, Saima blushed as she continued with a barely audible whisper, I can present you myself, I am all yours if accept me.

She looked in my eyes and said, would you like to kiss me?’ I could not believe my ears.

With out wasting any time I put my arms around her, pulling her in close.

She leaned her head back and I kissed her softly, my lips moving ever so lightly over her and tasted the wine on her lips for the first time. I was in another world.

“You are so great. You are my ideal. She said slowly.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her down into my leap, and said her that you’re these words is big treasure for me, you don’t know how long I have waited for this moment. You have been in my dreams from the moment when we met.

Then prove it to me, she said.

And I pulled her into a long, deep kiss, and held her tight to me, she responded very warmly. We kissed for a long time very passionately. Our tongues were entering in each other’s mouth and our hands were running on each other backs. She was now lay in my leap and was looking very pretty. I was looking in her dark eyes and she was in mine. I was kissing her very passionately while she was responding me so warmly. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face towards her saying, you are a good friend and more than anyone could have imagined. I am proud to be your friend. While we were locked together my trembling hands were moving over her body fondling her curves. I pulled into my arms and slowly rubbing her huge soft tits with my hands through her qameez, she breathed deeply and moans slightly with every squeeze.

My one hand was on her tummy and was moving on her belly, and from there it went to her breasts, while we were kissing. I was caressing her breasts and was rubbing it hardly.

I said her let me see these treasure, as this is my dream. She looked me lovely and slid her qameez with her bra up; I looked down at her breasts. I stared, wide-eyed at Saima’s ‘ breasts. They were even more gorgeous than I had dreamed they would be, and in my opinion, they were the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. Full and firm, I almost expected them to bounce a lot, as she was mother of three children and they were but very little, they were still firm, they stood proudly, capped by circles light brown from which protruded nice, erected nipples.

Her nipples jutted out from the ends of her breasts; they looked painfully hard to me. I wanted to touch them but my hands were shaking, and very reluctantly I touched one of those lovely round breasts for which I had lusted for so long.

I rubbed it for some time and told her, that so many times I had looked through her qameez and seen her nipples, and how I had dreamed for them.

You have no need more to dream them, now these are yours. She said me.

I plunge my head into to the valley of my dreams. I was in heaven, I kissed both of her breasts one by one and then caught one of the nipples between my teeth and pinched the other one hard, she squealed in delight. And Saima moaned loudly when I greedily suckling on her tits, nibbling on her nipples while I sucked hard like a baby. My tongue and teeth manipulated her nipples and making her moan in pleasure, feeling ecstasy shocking and flowing into her body through her suckled nipples.

Her hands holding my head and pressing my mouth to meet her tits, My lips moved from one nipple to the other and back, and Saima responded mightily. I was sucking her tits vigorously. Saima’s breasts were slowly going deep red with all the mauling. She was sighing and moaning.

We can’t do it here. Let’s go to the bed. She whispered in my ear.

Saima stood and held my hand leading me to the bed. I was behind her; when we were going to bed she turned and said me I want to turn off the lights, if you have no objection. I told her as you like.

She went and turned the light off. We both climbed to the bed. We lay there and took over the blanket on. We embraced very tight in each other arms, and put lips on lips.

Although she had lay with me and we were kissing passionately and I was playing with her breasts but she had not touched my penis till that time. I took her hand and placed it on my cock, she first touched it very lightly and then she grabbed it and was playing with my penis, which was fully erected. She opened her own and my shilwars. She slid her shilwar to her feet. I put my hand on her pussy that was fresh shaved. Her pussy was just like a mound. I inserted my finger in her cunt hole and was able to feel into her deep crotch, and actually the pussy, waiting for me. She moaned.

She whispered in my ears and said do you know why I turned off the light?

I replied no why?

She said I am going to hand over all assets I have to you and this is my first time to doing this so I turned the light off. Believe it or not, I never did that before, She has been still grabbed my prick in her hand and was rubbing it to her cunt. I felt her pussy wet as my cock head was wet by her orgasm.

I said her I am ready to take over, are you ready?

She said I am dying for handing over.

I moved to her thighs and sat between them. She caught my cock in her soft hand and palace it on her pussy hole. Ever so gently I eased my cock in. Firstly just the head, no more, just the tip teasing and tantalizing her. Then a little more when the head slipped inside her body, I moved my hips a bit, feeling my cock slide, inch by inch into her hot tunnel. Each wonderful inch, every single centimeter into Saima’s beautiful pussy was a bit closer to heaven to me. Until finally all of my cock was buried deep inside her. I lay over her and she gasped with joy. I didn’t move at first, just enjoying the feeling. I was fucking my dream lady at last. I just lay there with my cock buried up to my balls deep in her cunt, savoring the feeling. Then slowly I started to move. Just slow short thrusts, my whole length just moving inside of her.

I had waited so long for this and didn’t want to rush it. I relished it, and took my time. And then, after what seemed like an eternity, I was all the way inside her. I pulled back, letting my cock find its way out, until the head was just outside, then slid back inside her. Again I went all the way. I felt the bottom of her vagina, where her cervix was, and started to move in and out slowly and after some time more rapidly. I was finally fucking her, and it was even more incredible than I’d ever imagined.

Just after few minutes I increased my pace. I was pumping her with my full power and she was giving her response to pushed her hips up to accommodate my cock more deep in her hole.

She circled her legs around my buttocks. She was moaning very loudly. I slide my hand under her hips and grabbed them, when I touched, I felt them more soft as I have imagined, I remembered her big and wide ass for which I have lusted so many times in my dreams. I can’t fuck her butt yet, but I could insert finger in her tight ass while I was fucking her pussy.

I wriggled a finger against her, and to my surprise, it slid in all the way with very little effort except her little scream when my finger was sliding in her ass hole. I continued to fuck, Then, after I felt she’d become used to the feeling, I began to fuck very fast her ass with my finger at the same rate that my cock was going in and out of her cunt.

She moaned even louder, and screamed into the pillow. I double-fucked her for a few more minutes, and then I shuddered, my cock and fingers slamming into her body without mercy. She was moaning and screaming very loudly.

We kept kissing and I kept moving my hips gently, sliding may prick slowly back and forward in her cunt. We were hugging each other tight and her nails were digging into my hips and that was giving me more power and energy. She was moaning loudly. Her bottoms were keeping perfect time with my strokes. We must have gone on for at least half an hour thus,

” Can I come inside you” I whispered.

No not in me I am in safe days. She replied.

With this I increased my thrusts and started to pound away at her sexy love hole and her screams started to crescendo. At last I could feel my balls pulse. So I slid out my cock from her cunt hole and sprayed my semen on her tummy. Spurt after spurt of my juices shot on her body as she screamed into a climax once again. I lay spent on top of her crushing her milky boobs against my chest and kissed her gently on her lips.

I lay on her for a while as I was feeling to tired. She was very happy by now and asked me to lay with her in her arms. I lay with her and after little moment she climbed down and went to bathroom, she came back with a towel and tube. She cleaned me and lay with me.

Was it nice? she asked me.

No, it was far better than I ever thought possible!” I said as we lay there staring at the ceiling.

She switched on the table lamplight saying that she wants to capture every moment and image in her memory for the future.

Now we were talking lovely to each other.

she asked, as she lay down next to me.

that is I happy?

I told her, in my life if I have ever happy, its now.

She brushed my sweaty hair ever so gently and kissed my reddish cheeks lovingly.

I have given all I have to you now. She whispered.

“My body, my chastity and my heart, I gave them all to you my dear. Please, don’t leave me, and, and if you decided I am, I am not for you, then I, I will not know what to, to do She broke into tears as she looked at me, waiting and hoping.

Oh none sense Saima, you are mine, I said firmly, but gently, never forget words that, you are mine, and for as for me I am yours, I wipe away her tears and kissed her softly on her luscious lips, fondling her ripe buttocks.

She said me that she was thinking from last month to oblige me as she was feeling that I have did a lot for them, but she didn’t find way to thank me.

After a long thoughts she reached to this conclusion that there is no any way except this to make me happy, and said that this the best gift for every man. So she decided to make relation with me by this way.

After one and half-hour my cock became once again hard. She was moving her hand on my cock shaking it up and down.

She said me, am I ready for next?

why not I want you more. I replioed.

She said now this is my turn.

she raised and come on top of me. she caught my cock and rubbed it in her pussy lip and her clit, and then she guided it on her pussy hole and sat on it my cock went in her pussy.

She started jumping on me. She was taking my cock very expertly in her cunt.

I grabbed her tit from beneath. She was very exited and was trying to make me happy in any way. She was looking very beautiful.

I said her Saima bhabi (sister in law) you are not only a pretty woman but you know the art of loving and art of making pleased other.

She said me I want to make you happy. I fucked her not but she fucked me more than 20 minutes in this position, and suddenly she raised than me, slide my cock out from her pussy. I cried, what you done I am coming, she didn’t reply me but take my cock in her hand and started it jerking it, after some time I felled her hands of my seeds.

She ran to bathroom to spite it. She came back and lay with me in my arms. We talked for a long and decided not to fuck more this night. But I am ready doesn’t blame me, she just smiled. I love you, ” I said. I held her hand and kissed it. She smiled and said I love too, and we both lay hugging each other and fell off into a wonderful sleep.
I awake in the morning. While she was still sleeping, I watched her sleep. The woman of my dreams was right under my eyes all along. I kissed her and she opened eyes.

She was smiling with great excitement and said we have had crossed a line at night.

Yes my dear we have crossed it.

I asked her for the morning fuck.

She said me let me give break fast to children as they are going to school and then I will come. She went out, and after half an hour she came back and I fucked her very tight this time in daylight.

After this she became my shadow wife. She showered her love to me, while I showered both my love and money . Now most of my nights spend there in her arms as I told you before my wife had died after the marriage now I am single. . We are enjoying till today without any complexities. I fucked her elder and then her younger sister with help of Saima.

To be continued

The delicious aroma of beef sizzling in the flat frying pan entered my nostril as I sit on a chair next to the large wooden dining table in the kitchen. Monee is busy with the preparation of our dinner. As she walked around, my eyes focused on her jiggling buttocks and huge tits encased inside her blue sari and white blouse.

Monee busied herself with slicing, dicing, pan frying…etc. She feels happy, happier than she had ever before. Monee would steal a glance or two at me as she makes dinner. I would smile back and Monee would blush and return my smile before turning back to the kitchen counter and stove.

Before the dinner is ready I take the time to go down to the wine cellar and select a bottle of 1997 Canadian ice wine, and bring it up to the dining room, and keep it cool in an ice bucket after I have opened it.

Monee by now has finished making dinner, we would enjoy pan fried beef steaks, an Indian styled soup, and a stir fry of red/green pepper, potato, parsley, onion and sweet juicy mushrooms mixed with teriyaki sauce.

The dining table is of rectangular shape with Monee and I sitting together on one side, I smiled at her as I pour two glasses of ice wine and give her one, To your new life Monee, cheers.”

Monee smiled, and said in a low voice, Aye, and to my new, new lord in life, cheers.”

We smiled and drink the sweet ice wine, and immediately feeling the alcohol heating our bodies as we eat our meal. I cut the steaks into manageable pieces while Monee now letting her motherly side let loose is practically feeding me from her hands and forks.

My plan is working as I predicted, this woman will be within my grasp I said to myself, and I smiled to her while she use clean towel to wipe my mouth clean after I chewed down a large piece of steak and gulp down another mouthful of soup. To outsiders, we must look awfully a lot like a happy couple.

She fed me morsels from her forks while I feed her the sweet ice wine from my glass, and every time I let Monee sip the wine from my cup I would stole a kiss on her lips and she would always pet me on my face telling me that was a very naughty thing to do.

Monee laughed, and eat, and drink happily, the harshness of her previous life seem to be lifting off her shoulders. After we walk arm in arm into the family room and sit down on the soft carpet, leaning against the small mountain of cushions, talking and keep on drinking ice wine.

I pull Monee into my arms and slowly rubbing her huge soft tits with my big hands through her sari, she breathed deeply and moans slightly with every squeeze.

My hands playing and rubbing her body as her eager hands, trembling hard reached out and brushing my hair lovingly. Moans escaped from her luscious lips as I bend down and kissing her nipples through the white blouse, my hands moving down to her legs, and sliding upward to her creamy thighs, rubbing her gently.

Panting, Monee stroke my cheeks with her palm and said in her lovely accented voice, Take me please sire, take me so I am your.”

I need no more encouragement as I parted her legs and pull down her petticoat, Monee stripped off her blouse and sari, letting her mature body expose to my hungry gaze, her face red with excitement but her eyes, ever soft and loving, pleading that I be gentle with her.

I stand up and undo my pants, showing her my huge hard cock. Monee gasped as I kneel between her thighs, parting them with mine then rub my thick shaft along her hairy mounds.

Monee moaned loudly as I lean on her body and greedily suckling on her large tits, nibbling on her nipples while I sucked hard like a baby. My tongue and teeth manipulated her nipples and making her moan in pleasure, feeling ecstasy shocking and flowing into her body through her suckled nipples.

Her hands holding my head and pressing my mouth to meet her tits, she is moaning loudly now as her pussy flooded with thick juice and wetting my shaft. I grinned and thrust forward, sinking my thick cock all the way up into her tight hole. Monee gasped loudly, unable to catch her breath with the sudden invasion.

She bit her lower lips hard with her white teeth as she feverishly tries to relax and remembering the lessons she learned when she was wedded the first time in order to accommodate the full length and thickness of my manhood. Her mouth drooled as she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist as I pounded deeper and harder into her body with every thrust.

My hands are squeezing her tits hard, feeling the soft flesh bending to my will as I grind my bulbous cock head against her tender cervix. Monee moaned loudly and mumble something intelligible in Hindi.

Her mind filled with ecstasy and lust now as my thick cock pumped insistently into her cunt, grinding and stretching her hole like she is a virgin bride to be. My hips are humping back and forth, driving my thick cock in and out of her pussy, and making loud sounds with every thrust.

Mad with passion, Monee begins to meet my thrusts, OHHHHHH GOD. Oh this is so good, he is so huge, so huge, oh yes, that is it, fuck me, fuck your motherly sister, fuck me hard so I can be your woman too, oh yes fuck me hard Steveeeeeeeeee. She screamed over and over again in Hindi out of her new found lust and passion as I fuck her like an animal.

I groaned and thrust my hips even harder against her body. My balls pounding against her ripe buttocks as I fucked her deeper and deeper, grinding harder and harder against her cervix.

A trail of salvia is drooling down from her mouth as she takes all the thrusting and pumping in her pussy. The room is filled the scent of our sweat and juice, me and Monee fucked and sucked like animals in heat as I sink my cock into her hairy pussy again and again.

Our bodies pressing against each other as Monee moaned and I groaned loudly with every thrust. I bit down on her soft large tits, leaving my teeth marks all over her tender flesh globes as her fingers clawing my back with my cock thrusting and pumping into her.

Her long hair loose from her pony tail and spray on the carpet like the finest silk, her body covered with sweat as I fucked her hard and deep, plowing the depth of her body that was unexplored and left barren. Her pussy muscles clenched tightly around my shaft, squeezing and milking me as hard as I fuck her, we kissed, deeply on the lips and our tongues dancing together.

My hands take on her shoulders, and pulling myself even deeper into her womanly body, plowing and fucking her pussy hard with every thrust.

I groaned loudly, feeling our bodies tremble as Monee panted, oh I am close, I am going to cum, I am going to cum sir, take me harder Steveeeeeeee.”

With that, I thrust my hips forth and driving my cock ever so deep into her tight cunt and let out a loud roar like a beast as I exploded in the depth of her body.

Jet after Jet of my thick sperm splashing against her tender, well used cervix, so hot are my seeds that Monee shivered and screamed out in her orgasm. Monee held onto me tightly as I cummed deeply in her, our bodies mingled together tightly.

Panting, trying to catch our breath, we lay against the cushions, holding and hugging each other. Slowly, we fondled each other in our mutual afterglow. Monee brushed my sweaty hair ever so gently and kissed my reddish cheeks lovingly.

“I, I have given all I have to you now, Monee whispered, My body, my chastity and my heart, I gave them all to you now Mr. Steve, please, do not leave me, and, and if you decided I am, I am not for you, then I, I will not know what to, to do.”

Monee broke into tears as she looked at me, waiting and hoping.

“Oh none sense Monee, you are my woman, I said firmly, but gently, never forget that, you are mine, and for as long as I am here, you shall be here too.”

I grinned to myself, this is indeed a very good choice, her walls had crumbled and she is clinging onto my like a scared little bird, clip her wings and she will never fly out of my palm, or nurture her till she grow into a jewel, the choice is all mine, utterly, mine.

I wipe away her tears and kissed her softly on her luscious lips, fondling her ripe buttocks. Monee blushed hard for her body still remembers the heated passion that my cock sends up her spine and the feeling of fulfillment it provided. Just then she realized something, and she bit her lips, something so important that she wondered astray in her thought.

“My period, oh please, I can not, can not be pregnant, what, what will my parents think of me, what will everyone think of me, but carrying, carrying his children, have I not give him all I have. My chastity was lost to him, and, and his seeds filling my fertile womb, have I not always wanted to be a mother. Oh god please helps this poor devoted woman, tell me what to do, please god. I beg this of You.”

Monee wondered what to do when drowsiness overwhelmed her and she collapsed on top of Steve and fell asleep. I held her body in my arms, grinning, and laughing, finally the body, mind and heart of this mature Indian widow are all mine.

“Mayhap the contract will not be needed, I said to myself, But one never knows.”

I keep my thoughts clear and looked down at my crotch, my cock still buried deep within her pussy. A devious smiled curled on my lips as I begin to contemplate what Monee would do if she is found pregnant with my seeds growing in her.

“An interesting outcome, mayhap then the contract will be of some use, I too, then overwhelmed by drowsiness, fell asleep in the family room, holding Monee in my arms as we sleep soundly for the night.

I am one of those rare people that not only dream in Technicolor, but wake up screaming with an orgasm because the dream was so real. My body shudders and shakes as the orgasm moves through my loins. I can feel my pussy throb as if a real man, with real fingers and a hard cock just swam in its juices. Why this happens I do not fathom nor will I define it. I just relish in the joy of having these wonderful real dreams.

Now it goes without saying that my husband does not welcome these dreams with the same longing as I do. He is always curious as to whether I am dreaming of him. He wants to be assured that its his cock that snuggled deep inside my wet pussy and that it was his fingers stroking me to an orgasm.

Like most women, I lie! I say, “yes honey it’s you. it will always be you”. But in reality my nightly visitor is a man I have never met, that is until now. It starts off to be one of those long boring stories of how I must have met this guy someplace and my subconscious picked up his desires for me, translating them into erotic dreams. But I know. I know. I never met this guy before. And yet, for months I have been dreaming about him.

I was “out” with my girl friends doing the girl thing, which gives my husband an opportunity to do the guy thing with his buddies. My girlfriends pursued me to get dressed in something sleek and sexy. Of course, I left the house looking dumpy and then went to my girlfriend’s house and changed. You never want the husband to know more than he has to.

A word of wisdom to all women. always keep your man in the dark. What he does not know wont hurt him half as much as if he knew. and it won’t hurt you either. It is one of those important things to remember when involved in a marriage, open or not.

We decided to go to one of those new nightclubs where there are older wealthier types. Not to say that my friends and I are in that type of crowd. We are all middle class housewives wishing that we never married our high school sweet hearts, but rather went to college like our mom’s suggested. But like mom always said, you can never cry over spilled milk and droopy tits.

I had recently gotten a suck and tuck as a “birthday” gift from my loving husband. Actually, he was quite embarrassed that he had a sloppy dumpy women as his wife. He dreamt of a women with firm tits and no stomach. the women he had married before 3 kids!

So for my “birthday” I got a suck and tuck, which with all things considered is okay. I actually enjoy being whistled at and drooled over. It is a very good feeling! So. I got into this really sleek tight fitting dress. It showed off my new assets. my bigger tits and tiny waist. I always had really nice legs, sexy and slender.

I decided to be a bit daring, and not wear anything under the dress (including underwear). I felt my exposed pussy rubbing against itself and the juices flowing. We were there only for a few moments when I spotted him and grasped. He was the man from my dreams. I just could not believe it. I stammered and pointed. My friends followed the point of my finger and looked.

I did not even have to say a word. The guy I had been describing to them over the last few months was there, at a table. looking as suave as he had ever had in one of my dreams. I was struck dumb and just couldn’t say anything for a several long minutes. My girlfriends stammered around me, asking me questions I was unable to answer.

He turned and looked directly at me. Both of our eyes registered our shock. I knew he recognized me, but from where? He stood and walked over to our table. My girlfriends went to into a stammering heap. They were puzzled and chatting all at once.

And then, he was there, by the table looking down at me and I knew for certain, down the front of my dress. I did not care if he got a very good peak at my perfectly nestled tight tits. My pussy lips were throbbing with desire.

I wanted to know if this guy was as good in real life as he was in my dreams. He said nothing but offered his hand. I took his hand and rose. He held me a moment, and then escorted me to his table. He insisted that I sat next to him on his left. I looked deeply in his eyes. I did not see my girlfriends any longer. My vision only held him.

His hand went to my thigh and then rose up my leg. He felt my wetness and smiled. He spoke my name. This did not surprise me, because I knew that we had met before. in each other’s dreams. We were dream lovers that were destined to meet on the physical plane of existence.

He closed out his check and we left together. I gave my girlfriends one more look at their puzzled surprised faces, and then left holding his hand. We walked to a black limousine that was waiting with a door open. He climbed into the waiting car and helped me in. He ordered the driver to drive, giving an address that just didn’t sound close.

We did not speak but rather our lips touched each others. Our tongues spoke of our longing for each other and our desire. Our hearts pounded in our chests with yearning and I wanted to taste him. I placed my hand on his crotch and felt his hardness. His cock was just as I remembered it, long, dark and smooth. He placed his hand over mine and said suck. It was more of an order than a spoken desire.

In my dreams he always commanded me and I accepted his commands. I knelt down in front of him and took his hardened cock inside my mouth. I sucked him slowly, first nibbling on the tip and then moving my tongue over his shaft. He placed his hands in my hair and pushed my head down. I wanted only to be his obedient slave. I wanted to taste a combination of his milk and his piss, like I had done so many times before in my dreams.

There was nothing like his drink. It set my stomach on fire and it fueled my veins. He was the master of my dreams and I was his to command. His willing sex slave. I never even dreamt of swallowing my husband’s cum, let alone his piss. The idea of swallowing use to revolt me, until I started having the dreams. But I knew my husband’s cum wouldn’t even compare to my dream lovers. to this man that I was sucking.

As I sucked the shaft became thicker. His cock swelled even harder and I wanted to place it all inside my mouth. I wanted to feel it with my tongue. I placed my tongue on his tip and licked inside the hole. I tasted a few sweet drops of his piss. He pulled me away as the car slowed. He zipped his pants up and pulled me back on the bench besides him.

The Limousine stopped in front of a home that I knew well from my dreams. It was set high on a hill and was made of all glass. Hand in hand we walked to the front door. He punched some numbers into the wall and the door opened. He led me to the sofa and I sat looking up at him with expectation. I wanted to continue sucking on his cock. I wanted to taste his mixed flavors in my mouth.

I yearned to have his cock deep inside my mouth as he came. Nothing else was on my mind. I could only think about his cock. He held my head and pulled his lips to mine. He gently pushed me down onto the sofa and ran his fingers up my dress hem. His fingers nestled inside the wet valley of my pussy. It was wonderful how his fingers played in the tidal pools of my wetness, stroking and touching. His long dark fingers penetrated deep inside me. He reached in deeply, my pussy trying to swallow up his whole hand.

I muffled my squirm of pleasure. He pulled down the top of the dress and exposed one of my tits. He roughly cupped the tit in his hand as he brought his mouth to mine. He said again suck and sat next to me. I pulled his cock back out and started sucking upon command. I sucked him slowly, like he had showed me many times in so many dreams, running my tongue over his shaft.

My patience was awarded with a warm spray of milk and piss that melted in my mouth and I eagerly swallowed. He said, “good, whore.” and I knew I was home. I was finally home.

I know this may come to a shock to you all, but you need to tell your father. I will not be coming back for I am home. I have found my master and will be staying with him. He commands me nightly to undress and suck and I look forward to each encounter as if it is my first. This is where I belong. You are all grown and are no longer in need of my services as mom. Your father has been sleeping with the neighbor for sometime and really should be coming out of the closet.

Please do not try to contact me. I am happy here with my master. I am his sex slave and look forward to our nights filled with passion. I am his obedient whore and he is my master. That is all that I need, nothing more. When he is not home with me, I spend long hours making sure I stay perfect for my master. When he arrives I am ready to drink and eat him until he needs sleep.

I am home. finally. My erotic master has come from my dreams to take me. there is no other home besides this one. the one that my master has deemed to be mine.

The end.

It’s a Saturday afternoon at home. We’re hanging out nude, as is our custom. I’m sitting at my desk, doing some paperwork I brought from the office. You have been watching TV across the room. I’m engrossed in what I’m doing, not really paying attention to my surroundings. Suddenly, I feel your breath on the back of my neck and your hands come around me to cup my breasts. You squeeze and pull my nipples and a moan escapes my mouth. I lean back against you, lost in the sensation. A blindfold is placed on my face and I can see nothing. You help me to stand and then assist me back to a seated position. Hmmmm, you’ve placed a pillow behind me and my hips are now scooted forward in the soft office chair.

I feel my leather cuffs being snapped around my wrists. I like this so far. I feel my right arm being lifted slightly and attached to something. The cool plastic of the expandable bar lays behind my neck as my left wrist is lifted and attached to the other side. My arms are restrained a little more than shoulder width apart. This forces me to assume a fairly erect posture and thrusts my chest forward. You tug on my hips a bit and tell me to scoot a little farther forward. I obey. Another pillow is placed behind my back. I’m sitting on the very edge of the chair. Then, I feel you tying my ankles to the chair legs. I can’t go anywhere and I don’t want to. I have no idea what you have planned, but I know I’m looking forward to finding out.

“You’ve been working too hard. Its time to relax,” you tell me.

I nod, “Yes, Master.”

The chair is rolled to another place in the house. I can’t tell where we are. I have no sense of direction. I’m left to sit and stew a while, wondering what will come next. I can hear you moving around and I know I’m not really alone.

Some time later, I feel your large, warm hands on my breasts, pulling and squeezing. Tugging, twisting the nipples the way I love it. All my attention is focused on these sensations. I feel your lips as you begin to kiss and nibble my neck just below my left ear. I moan and bite my lip as I feel the juices begin to flow between my legs. You kiss your way down my neck and across the front of my chest. Soon, you are licking and sucking my left nipple. I feel your teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as you bite harder. I’m panting with desire, wishing I could hold your head to me as you suck and bite. Without warning, I feel a cool breeze on this wet flesh. You are blowing on it causing my nipple to get a bit harder.

The next thing I feel is something sort of cool and soft placed around my hard nipple. You manipulate it and I feel intense suction. Oh my gawd, that’s good! The suction is so hard that the line between pleasure and pain is a bit blurry but I want more. You move to my right breast and repeat the process. The combination of your mouth on one side and the suction cups on the other is very intense and my desire ratchets up a few more notches. Soon, I have intense suction on both nipples.

“Please Master, please let me release. You’re making me so hot,” I moan.

“No slut. You’re not ready to cum yet,” you tell me quietly.

You kiss your way down my belly and begin to tease my slippery folds with a finger. I think I’m going out of my mind as you continue stroking me. I don’t have permission to cum and I’m on the verge.

Gasping for breath, I beg: “Please Master, please let me cum. I’m going to cum soon no matter what if you don’t stop teasing me.”

“If you cum without permission, you know you’ll regret it,” you said.

Oh god. I’ve got to think of something else. Think of anything except the throbbing in my pussy and the suction on my nipples. You spread my lips with your fingers and blow on my hot clit. The cool air against that wet, heated flesh is tantalizing and I try to thrust toward you. Yet, I’m on the edge of the chair and I almost fall. I stop moving around with some difficulty and hear you chuckle. Your plan to keep me still worked. As you keep my lips open with one hand, you tease my clit with the other, watching it become ever more erect. When you are satisfied with the results, you apply another suction cup to my clit and labia.

“Oh Master,its sooo good. Please, please let me cum. Please, I need you inside me and I need to cum.”

The suction is strong but at the same time, not quite enough stimulus. It’s frustrating and I want sensation on my clit. For the moment, I’m in limbo and completely at your mercy. I hear the sound of a vibe being turned on. Uh oh. He’s evil, I think to myself.

You touch the vibe to the suction cups on my nipples, one at a time and a scream tears through me. I begin squirming in my seat. It’s an incredible sensation and I want more.

I hear you laughing quietly. My juices are leaking onto the chair; I can smell my own arousal and know you can too. You lightly tease me with the vibe, just touching it randomly on my body and I feel like everything is connected to my pussy and nipples. Then, you apply the vibe to the suction cup on my clit and I almost come up off the chair. I’m moaning and screaming, almost out of control and I fight not to cum under the onslaught of pleasure. This kind of torture is almost worse than pain.

You kiss my lips, thrusting your tongue deep into my mouth as you slide a thick finger deep into my pussy and massage my g-spot. You are truly testing my submission, pushing me to the edge where I may have no choice about obeying you. I struggle not to cum as we kiss and you tease me with your finger and the vibrator.

You withdraw your finger, as I spasm against you, not wanting to release you from inside me. The buzzing sound stops and your finger is placed against my lips. I lick and clean it for you without thinking. I don’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. I love the way you tease me and I’m so turned on. I want more. I want to cum. I want to be teased. I want to be fucked. I want to please you. I can’t think of anything except: I want.

“Hmmm, I think this suction cup has been on here long enough,” you say.

Roughly, you pull it off my left nipple and flick the swollen nub with your tongue. Holy shit! Who knew I could be this sensitive? I scream and try to arch forward, wanting more. You do the same to my right breast. Then, I feel the prick of the vampire glove. You are gently teasing and squeezing my supersensitive breasts with the glove. The spikes, which I love under any circumstances, are even more delicious now. I’ve never felt anything like it and my chest heaves as I breathe harder and attempt to hold still.

“I think my slave likes this. Doesn’t she?”

At this point, I’m almost sobbing. I need release so badly. “Yes Master, I love it,” is all I can manage to gasp out.

I feel the cuffs on my ankles being released and you help me stand, still blindfolded and shackled to the bar behind my neck. You hook a finger through the ring on my collar and lead me forward. I stumble blindly after you, neither knowing nor caring where we are going. I only know that I will follow you anywhere. I hear you open a door and feel the warm, damp outside air. Its been raining off and on all afternoon.

“Lets go outside for a while, my pet. I think its time to relax on the porch.”

I follow quietly, but inside I’m scared to death someone will see me. I’m naked, blindfolded and restrained. I know the likelihood of being seen is slim to none, given the layout of our backyard, but still, its kind of scary.

Pushing me to my knees, you growl: “Show the neighbors what a slut you are. Suck your Master’s cock.”

As I open my mouth to comply, you pull me to you by the hair. As I taste your precum and your skin, all other considerations are gone. Who cares if someone sees me? I’m pleasuring my Master. I suck and lick like the slave I am.

I hear it begin to rain again; it sounds like a gentle shower and it smells good out here. You pull my head away from your cock and help me to my feet.

“Lets go out in the rain, slave, I’m hot and I want to cool off.”

You lead me out into the summer shower. The cool water feels so delicious on my skin. The contrast to my heated flesh is incredible and I revel in it. You pull me to you. I feel your chest against my back and your hard cock against my ass. As we stand out in the rain, you pull and twist my nipples. I bite my lip and struggle not to cry out as I rub myself up and down on your body. I don’t want to attract the neighborhood watch by making too much noise. Meanwhile, my clit is beginning to ache. The suction cup is still there and it’s driving me crazy.

After a time, you lead me inside and begin to dry us off a little. I’m led through the house. My sense of direction has long since evaporated. I feel the mattress against my knees. You turn me around and sit me down on the bed. You release my arms and the bar is moved away. I stretch my arms gratefully.

“Move back on the bed and get in position.”

I obey as I feel the mattress shift under your weight. I spread my legs as wide as possible. You move between them and get close to me. I can feel your hard cock against my slit. You tap the suction cup and I groan.

“Do you want me to remove it?” you ask.

“Yes, please Master. Please take it off.”

Suddenly, you pull it loose and my swollen clit is exposed to the air. You tease it with a finger and I writhe under your touch, moaning at the new and intense feeling. You slap my clit with your cock several times and I almost come up off the bed. You thrust deep inside me, fucking hard as I cry out in pleasure.

“Master, please, please let me cum,” I beg.

“Not yet,” you grunt as you continue to take me roughly.

I pant and give in to the feeling of being used by my beloved. I want you to take me. I want you to enjoy it. You slow down your thrusting and stop. What’s going on? I wonder. I’m a little anxious because I’m so aroused; I’m about to die.

I feel the mattress shift again, but you aren’t pulling out of me. OK, I think, he’s up to something. He isn’t going to stop yet. Relief washes through me only to be replaced with anticipation. I hear the tell tale buzz of a vibe being turned on. You place it against my clit, sending me into a frenzy and begin fucking me again. Arching up to meet you, I scream in pleasure.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You Master, I belong to you,” I pant.

“That’s right. You’re mine forever.”

With that, you start thrusting hard as you increase up the speed on the vibe. My hands clench the sheets, my toes curl and my head thrashes from side to side as I howl in response.

“Cum for me slave. Cum on this cock while I cum inside you.”

I scream as the orgasm takes me away. I’m riding you, loving you, belonging to you. Aware of nothing else but the white-hot pleasure you give me. I feel the heat of your release spurting deep inside me and the waves keep washing over me.

“Relax my love. Come back to your master,” I hear your soft whisper as if from a distance. My breathing slowly returns to normal as I melt into your arms.

The power of a Siren wasn’t exactly mystical, nor was it completely innate. Sirens were born with some ability, but much of it was learned with time and practice. Put most simply, it was an ability to draw out emotions. Just as a sad song sung by a skilled singer can bring a tear to the eye, the voice of a Siren could find the tiniest bit of emotion and increase it hundredfold, until the listener was overcome by the sheer intensity of it. There had to be a bit of emotion there to begin with, however. If ever there existed a man who truly had no emotions - not just one who was skilled at hiding them - then the Siren’s powers would be ineffectual.

The song of a Siren could take the tiniest bit of curiosity from sailors on a passing ship and multiply it so that the sailors could think of nothing but reaching the source of the voice. The song of a Siren could find the smallest speck of fear - for who but fools are not afraid of something - and enlarge it so that the listener is overcome by it, unable to move, barely able to breathe. The song of a Siren could take a fleeting desire to end it all, and cause the victim to hurl themselves off of a cliff.

Lisanne wasn’t about to reveal the full extent of her powers, but she had to do a few things to put her plan into fruition. The first time they took her in to meet the “sultan” she managed to deliver a few very quiet carefully-toned remarks that were perfectly normal greetings in word but caused the fat, balding man to drop to his knees in tears and beg her forgiveness for doing this horrible thing to her.

Word had gotten out all over the city of how their ruler had disgraced himself. Lisanne also made sure word got out through her handmaids that she was just staying in the palace for a couple of days to take advantage of the wonderful perfumed mineral baths. She really did want to take advantage of the spa treatments they were giving her (if she was going, to be dragged all that way, she may as well get something out of it) and her escape would be both easier for her and more defacing for Malivar if she laid low for a bit and gave them a false sense of security. She hoped the gossip would find its way to Alex and Daina and they would not worry about her.

“My Lady. The Sultan wishes to see you tonight. He has ordered that you be made ready for him.”

“Very well. He shall get his wish.” Her words and her smile were completely innocent. Her tone, to the women present, actually sounded somewhat apprehensive, but the eunuch backed out of the room uneasily and hurried away. She had been using that same tone with the eunuchs each time she spoke with them. She wanted to make them afraid, but not too afraid to function for now.

Kali had arrived at the city below the palace and so had the man who was shadowing her. Though he hadn’t been able to follow her over the land, a few greased pockets gave him the destination of three women who had left the inn, and he managed to arrive a few hours before the carriage. His ship wasn’t called the Silverwind for nothing.

He watched as the three companions made their way through the city, quietly gathering information. It wasn’t difficult. Everyone enjoyed talking about the wannabe “sultan’s” possible coming humiliation. He froze when a woman in leather approached them on the street and started talking. He wasn’t supposed to make himself known unless absolutely necessary, but he couldn’t hear a word of what she was saying.

“You three are Sirens right?” said the approaching woman.

Kali and her companions froze and involuntarily stepped closer to each other, all thinking the same thing. Their powers wouldn’t work on women. And this one was pretty tough looking, hair cropped short, in an all leather outfit that clung to her lean, fit body and testified just how strong she likely was. What would they do if she turned out to be a threat?

“I thought you might be because you dress just like Lisanne. Have you come here to rescue her?”

The look on the strange woman’s face was definitely hopeful, so Kali ventured to speak. “Why do you ask?”

“If so, I want to help. She is my friend, or at least, she became my friend on the voyage and she’s taking way too long to break free.”

“You’re from the ship?” Mara. Kali grabbed the arms of the two women on either side of her and fled back the opposite direction.

Daina tried to follow, but was stopped by a large male hand. She glared up at it’s owner. “And who the fuck are you?”

“Someone who needs to have a long talk with Alexandria. Do you know why she is taking low assignments like this last one?” He had heard enough of the conversation to gather that this woman was a crew member of the Mermaid’s Revenge.

“You’ll have to talk to her about that,” said the woman, who then brushed past them in pursuit of the Sirens. He let her go. Though the current incident placed some doubt on the character of Captain Alexandria of the Mermaid’s Revenge, he was sure no crew member of hers would attempt to harm the three. In fact, they’d probably be just as safe with her tagging along as with him trailing him. Maybe he’d go catch a bite to eat. He would need it. He had a strong feeling the four of them were going to come up with some plan to break into the palace and rescue that Siren tonight, whatever her name was.

The Siren named Lisanne was at that moment, getting elaborate preparations for her audience with the “sultan” that evening. Most of it was pretty innocuous, the tints they applied to her eyes, lips, and cheeks, the jewelry with which they adorned her neck and arms, but some of it was annoying or just plain embarrassing. They nearly pulled out the hair on her head to put it in some kind of silly complicated style, and did remove the hair in other places, using a sharp shell to shave it right off. The gown they had made for her, though very similar in design to the silk ones she wore back home, was made of a fabric, that besides the gold embroidery, was completely see through. She endured it for now. All this finery would make her victory more pronounced.

The preparations were complete, and she stood before a full length mirror to view the effect. Her hair was done up and crusted with jewels. Her eye lids were covered with a sparkling pistachio colored powder that brought out the sea green color of her eyes. Her full lips were shining with an odd sort of lotion made with some pink sparkling powder. The gown was jade green, with trailing golden vines embroidered all over, designed to bare her shoulders and most of her arms, which had been rubbed with another lotion containing sparkling gold powder. Her full breasts and rosy pink nipples could just barely be seen beneath the fabric, but her nether regions were obscured by a wide golden belt worn low on the hips. Her legs were long and shapely, with gold bracelets around her ankles and rings on some of her toes. It was perfect.

“My Lady. The Sultan summons you.”

She followed without a comment, but she couldn’t keep the wicked smile from spreading across her face as the guard led her out of the harem to the sultan’s chambers.

Over the wall and down the hill, 4 companions and one shadower were hurrying toward the palace. Daina had managed to explain to the Sirens what had happened with Mara and they trusted her, for now. Time would tell, especially if this strange leather clad woman did indeed help them rescue Lisanne.

They were within sight of the wall when an eerie sound reached their ears. They all paused, and even Daina was somewhat affected, she felt a controllable but definitely present urge to just stand in one spot and not move till the song stopped. The three Sirens listened almost respectfully. They could hear it best, fully appreciate the nuances in the tones of the melody, and recognize which emotions the singer was expounding upon. She was talented, no doubt. The three were certain, as the volume of the song grew, that the entire city would be able to hear and be affected by the song of this Siren.

This is the continuation of my previous story entitled ‘The new Teacher comes to play’. If you have not already read that story you may find it useful to do in order to give you a general introduction to the characters involved. However if you choose not to do so, this story can be read and enjoyed completely in its own right. If you are offended by scenarios of mild lesbian dominance and creampie eating then please do not waste your time by reading on and please search for another story more to your taste.

When Lynda had left our house after spending time making love with us both of us in our marital bed, Sally and I had a long talk about what had just taken place between the three of us. I was a little apprehensive about what Sally thought about me actually fucking Lynda in front of her, and wondered if she would feel in any way embarrassed by her own lesbian adventure.

Sally explained that although she had felt sexually drawn to Lynda as she had previously told me, when she invited her round to our house to do some school work she did not plan that they would actually get together sexually. She explained that as the young girl kissed her when they were on the settee watching the film she willingly responded. Sally told me that as she was having so much fun with Lynda sucking on her pussy she was concerned that I was being left out of the proceedings and did not have a problem with me joining in and fucking Lynda. In fact Sally told me that seeing the young girl’s pussy full up with my sperm after I had fucked her was one of the sexiest things that she had ever seen, and then plunging her tongue into the soft folds of her used flesh to taste my sperm from inside her had turned her on incredibly.

As we discussed our experience with Lynda Sally told me that to her surprise she enjoyed the younger girl taking the lead in the lovemaking. It was Lynda who first initiated proceedings by kissing her and Sally enjoyed the feeling of mildly being taken control of. I think that as Sally’s job as the headmistress of the local primary school involved her to be assertive and always in control in her work it was a welcome contrast for her to be in a submissive position when making love. I had occasionally noticed this submissive side to her sometimes when we made love, as she always seemed to come more vigorously when I obviously took the lead in proceedings. Sally felt that having physical contact with a woman after approximately a twenty year gap was liberating and had awakened some new sexual feelings from deep within her. She asked me if I had any objections to her continuing to explore her feelings for Lynda in a sexual way. I replied that I supported her new lesbian exploration if it made her happy, but wanted to be involved in any sexual scenario that took place in the future. Sally agreed that as so far in our marriage we had always been open and shared everything then she would not engage in any sexual activity without involving me in some way.

Sally said that she felt very attracted to Lynda which was strange as she was in fact old enough to be the young girl’s mother. She hoped that the younger girl would be interested in becoming involved sexually with both of us again. She also hoped that after what had happened that her work relationship in school with her would remain on a purely professional basis. I think that Sally was very aware of her standing within the local community and did not want her new sexual awakening to interfere, or damage it in any way. I was sure that when school started again after the half term break Sally would raise these points with Lynda in order to make sure that her private life remained totally separate from her professional life.

I was certainly happy with this new situation that I now found myself in. In all our married life I had been faithful to Sally. However that had now changed and with my dear wife’s blessing I had fucked an attractive young girl. I had also watched as she was seduced by her and enjoyed watching their lesbian liaison. I wondered how far things were likely to develop in the future as Lynda for her young years was obviously very experienced sexually and I imagine would be able to teach my wife (or even me)! a thing or two!

After Lynda’s visit our sex life greatly improved and Sally seemed to have a new vigour in the bedroom. When term started back up again after the half term break Sally told me how she had called Lynda to her office for a private chat. Sally had made it totally clear to the younger teacher that her professional position would not be compromised by what had recently happened, or what was likely to happen in the future. Apparently Lynda totally agreed and assured Sally that work and private lives should remain separate and that she would be extremely discrete. The girls discussed at length what had occurred during the half term break when Lynda had stayed over at our house. Lynda told Sally that she had enjoyed being fucked by me and that she would certainly enjoy another session in the future. She also explained to Sally that although she was much younger than her she found her very attractive and that licking the headmistress’s meaty pussy had turned her on immensely. She openly discussed with Sally that she was very bi sexual and enjoyed making out with both boys and girls. She also explained that she had a casual boyfriend as well. Between them they arranged that Lynda would be welcome to stay at our house again and we could all enjoy another session pleasuring each other.

A couple of weeks later Sally excitedly told me that her period had now completely finished and she had arranged for Lynda to come over to stay with us on Saturday night. The girls had agreed that Lynda would get a taxi over to our house so that the neighbours would not see her car parked in our drive overnight and ask awkward questions.

On Saturday morning I went out shopping and bought a few bottles of wine to replenish our stocks. I spent more than we usually do and managed to find some decent wine in our local off license. As the day progressed we did some chores, put fresh sheets on the bed and generally tidied up the house. Sally and I then ate lunch together. I noticed that Sally was becoming more excited as the day wore on. In the middle of the afternoon Sally suggested that we both take a long shower. I watched as Sally neatly trimmed her pussy hair in the bathroom and then spent along time washing and soaping herself in the shower. When we were both showered and clean Sally carefully creamed her face and applied her makeup before slipping her best lacy white Marks and Spencer bra and panty set on. Finally she slipped on a knee length dark skirt and cream coloured blouse. It did not take me as long to get ready and I slipped into a casual pair of beige trousers and shirt.

Sally had arranged for Lynda to come over about 7.00 pm and just before that time I heard the loud engine of the diesel taxi pull up into out drive. Our door bell rang and Sally opened the door. I heard Lynda say ‘Hi, Mrs ‘B”. It still made me smile to hear the young girl address my wife by her work nickname of Mrs ‘B’.

Lynda followed my wife into the front room. She looked just as good as the last time that I saw her. Her ginger hair was stylishly cut into the nape of her neck and she was wearing very little makeup. Her freckles stood out on her cheeks. She was wearing a plain yellow ‘T’ shirt which was stretched tightly across her small chest. I could make out the strap lines of her bra through the thin material. She once again had on faded jeans which seemed to hug the contours of her hips. It was quite a contrast with the more conservative dress of my wife, which I suppose reflected the generation gap between them. Unlike the last occasion that we were together the girls sat down in separate arm chairs, and I fetched a bottle of my newly purchased wine from the fridge in the kitchen. We sat drinking and relaxing in each others company for a while, talking about nothing in particular. I noticed that Sally was almost staring at Lynda as they talked. I knew by her body language that Sally was very excited at having Lynda round to our house again and was anticipating what was to come. We talked for a while and finished most of another bottle of chilled wine between us. As the conversation came to a natural lull it was Lynda who said ’shall we all go upstairs to your bedroom then?’

Sally quickly stood up from the comfortable armchair she was relaxing in and led the way up the stairs with Lynda and myself following. As I walked behind Lynda I watched the pert cheeks of her buttocks sway as she climbed each stair. At the top of the stairs Sally opened the door to our marital bedroom and said to Lynda ‘do come in,’ in a quiet voice clearly trying to hide her excitement. As soon as we were in the bedroom Lynda told me to slip my clothes off and sit in the comfortable chair by Sally’s dressing table. I did as I was told and slipped my trousers and pants down and positioned myself comfortably in Sally’s dressing chair.

I watched enthralled as Lynda embraced Sally then kissed her passionately full on the lips. Lynda massaged Sally’s back as their lips crushed together and tongues intertwined deep in each others mouths. As I sat watching I saw that my wife’s hand was massaging Lynda’s pert buttocks through the tight material of her faded jeans. Watching the younger girl sensuously kiss my wife was very arousing and my cock was already beginning to stiffen.

As I watched from my comfortable sitting position after a while the women broke from their kiss and Lynda moved her position so that she was now standing behind my wife. Her hands moved onto her breasts as she began to stroke and knead them through the fabric of Sally’s blouse. As her breasts were fondled Sally almost seemed to lean back onto Lynda’s shoulder. Lynda was constantly nuzzling her neck with her lips and tongue. Lynda was also whispering into my wife’s ear but so softly that I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying.

I watched as Lynda slowly and deliberately undid the buttons down the front of my wife’s blouse exposing her uplifting lacy white bra. As she was doing this she was still kissing and nuzzling the sensitive area of her neck. Lynda pulled the blouse from Sally’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She then unclipped the bra and also let that slip to the floor. My wife was now standing with her heavy breasts exposed. Lynda was still behind my wife and she could now massage the naked flesh of her breasts. As she rolled Sally’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger they became pert and erect almost doubling in size. As Lynda’s fingers expertly caressed Sally breasts and nipples she almost seemed to whimper. I wondered how much longer she would be able to stand up and let the younger girl play with her.

Lynda once again took the initiative and moved, this time positioning herself in front of Sally. Once again she kissed her, slipping her tongue into her mouth and caressing her cheek before she dropped to her knees in front of her and undid the metal side clips which were fastening her skirt. As the clips came free Sally’s skirt fell to the floor round her ankles. I could see the white lace of her panties stretched over her pussy mound as she stood with her legs slightly apart. Lynda stared at the lacy material between my wife thighs then gently eased a thumb under each side of the waistband and slowly pulled them down. As her white panties were eased down the soft black curls of her pussy hair came into view. I was sure that I could smell her musky arousal heavy on the air as her pussy was exposed to Lynda’s gaze. Lynda continued pulling her panties down until they were round her ankles, Sally then stepped out of the garments and kicked them aside. She was now fully naked in front of the younger girl who was still kneeling fully clothed on the floor in front of her.

Lynda brought her hand forward and gently ran a finger along the obviously very wet folds of Sally’s pussy lips. ‘You’re very wet and sticky down here Mrs ‘B’,’ Sally did not reply but only slightly nodded her head. I watched as Lynda gently and sensuously brushed her lips against the soft hairs above Sally’s wet pussy. Sally then moaned loudly and I realised that Lynda had poked her tongue out and had pushed it all the way into the wet depths of Sally’s pussy.

‘Get on the bed now Mrs ‘B’,’ Lynda assertively said to Sally. I watched as she quickly did as she was told and moved over to our large bed and lay out on it. Her legs were partially open and I could see the pink flesh of her open and very wet pussy framed by the darker curls of her pubic hair. Her nipples were deep purple and very large. Sally was obviously very turned after being seductively undressed by Lynda.

I was still sitting naked in the bedroom chair by Sally’s dressing table. Watching the two women together had made my cock stiffen to nearly its full size. I am not hugely well endowed but maybe just above average and my seven inches of length was still quite impressive. My cock stuck out proud and erect from my lap. Lynda looked over to me and stared at my stiff cock. She seemed to involuntarily lick her lips. Lynda was the only one of us that was still fully clothed and she wasted no time in stripping her clothes off. As she peeled down her flimsy thong the soft ginger curls covering her pussy were revealed. Lynda gathered up her thong and approached the bed where Sally was lying. ‘You may enjoy tasting this,’ she said as she rolled the skimpy garment up and pushed it into Sally’s mouth. ‘Don’t spit it out until I have finished with your husband,’ she assertively told Sally. My wife moaned in the back of her throat as the wet thong filled her mouth.

Lynda sat on the bed next to Sally and called me over to her. ‘I’m going to suck your husband’s hard cock now.’ She turned and told Sally. ‘You can watch me if you like.’ Sally could not reply as her mouth was full of musky, wet, pink thong. Lynda beckoned me over and I stood in front of her with my cock sticking out lewdly in front of me. Lynda grabbed the base of my cock and circled the head of it with her lips. Slowly she took my stiff length into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down enveloping my cock between her warm wet lips. Breaking off from sucking me she spoke again to Sally, ‘Alan has a nice tasty cock, I’m going to enjoy it in my pussy in a minute.’ Lynda returned to my cock licking the head with her tongue and sucking it deeply into her warm wet mouth. I looked down at my wife and she was closely watching Lynda sucking my cock.

‘I want your big cock inside me now,’ Lynda firmly told me as she stopped sucking it. Lynda moved so that she was bending over the bed from the side. Her head was resting on Sally’s ample chest, using her heavy breasts as a pillow. She stood with her legs apart and I could see the inviting wet opening of her pussy. It looked so sexy framed by the soft ginger curls of her pussy hair. ‘Fuck my pussy now please Alan.’

I moved behind Lynda knowing exactly what she wanted. This was how I had fucked her last time and she obviously liked to be taken ‘doggy’ fashion. I found the entrance to her pussy with the head of my cock and easily pushed it all the way inside her. She was very wet and slippery. As I pushed my length inside her I heard her talking to Sally. ‘He’s inside me now; I can feel his cock stretching my pussy lips wide.’ I placed both of my hands on the top of her bottom and began to move back and forth and thrust into her. As I was fucking her it was clear that Lynda was giving a running commentary of proceedings to my wife. She told her it felt good to have my cock i