The Seduction of Monik

Copyright Deni Wom 2004 a fantasy

Seduction of Monik

My husband stuck out his hand to the man and introduced himself. Mike introduced his wife, Monik (Moe-Neek’), and then turned to me expectantly.
“This is my wife, Fuck Toy.” My husband’s hand on my shoulder provides a little comfort as I shake Mike's hand, then his wife’s hand, not looking into their eyes. I know what their faces look like: shock and confusion. They are thinking, “Did I hear him right?” He and his wife are looking at my eyes to see if I am oriental.
Now they are both trying to figure out how to ask again what my name is.
I like Monik immediately when she takes my arm and whispers she needs to go the powder room and wants me to go with her. Perfect rejoinder to my husband’s deliberately shocking statement.
We giggle, as we walk, about the dresses the other women wore, the ugly picture on the wall, and the horrible smelling flowers on the table as center pieces.
Monik closes the powder room door and looks me straight in the eye. “OK, tell me your name again please?”
I smile. “Fuck Toy.”
She doesn’t even flinch. "Could you spell that for me please.”
“F….U….C…K….T….O….Y.”
“So I am hearing it right then! Pray tell how did you come by that name?”
I really like her now, I love a straight forward person that pulls no punches.
“I love to fuck, and my husband likes others to know he has a wife that meets his every need sexually, so he asked me if he could call me that. And I told him that if he did, I would never say no to another man that tries to boff me.”
“Are you telling me that you can have sex with any man that you want to?”
“No, under our agreement, I have to entice the man to try to have me. If he does, I can decide if I want to respond, and if I do, I can have him. Dennis does not try to stop me. He loves calling me Fuck Toy and it opens up all sorts of windows of opportunity for me……….” I giggle as she absorbs my statement.
Her face is pensive as she realizes what I have told her means I am able to follow my lust anywhere I wish.
Her eyes stray to my cleavage, abundant and exposed. “No bra?”
“Never, Monik, they get in the way and hide my nipples.”
“That was my next question, Toy, can I call you Toy instead of the other?”
“Sure Monik. You should know that I am bi too.”
Again her eyes probe me with unanswered questions and overflowing curiosity.
“Are you saying you like to make love to women too?”
“Yes, exactly right. Interested?” I watch her eyes move to my clearly outlined nipples. My nipples have long buttons and my areolae dome, giving the impression that my nipples are even longer than they really are. They are so prominent that there is no way that a person cannot notice them from across the room at a party.
Her eyes stray down my blouse and fasten onto the dimple at the front of my skirt. My clit is clearly visible under my dress to anyone that looks as well.
Her eyes come back to my face and her curiosity is clearly piqued. “Is that really your clitoris?” Her hand goes to her mouth and she turns beet red. “Oh GOD! I can’t believe I just asked you that! What has become of me?”
I take her hand and place it on my dimple. “Feel it, see for yourself if it is really me.”
She does not remove her hand and I know that she is definitely interested.
“Ever been with a woman before?”
“Oh god no, never!” Her hand turns over and one finger touches the tip of the dimple. Her face flushes and her breathing rate increases. I see her breasts, small, petite, firm, begin to move under her silk blouse. Her nipples also appear now, as a small dimple in the very center of her high, proud translucent bra clad breasts.
I hear my body rapidly draw a gasp of pleasure from her touch.
She looks up and her eyes have lust in them. She is not yet admitting it to herself, but I turn her on.
I stroke her bare skin on the inner part of her forearm with the tips of my fingers. Her head swivels automatically to watch my advances. Her small mouth parts and her perfect teeth are visible through her soft lightly red lips. Her tongue licks her lower lips in nervous anticipation of my potential seduction.
“Toy……………….”
I move my finger tips to her lips and stop her automatic rejection of my advances.
“Shhh, not tonight, Monik, but soon honey. You want me, and I want you, and we shall have the delight of each other. Don’t worry, you will love it. Just enjoy the party tonight, baby.”
She slowly turns from me, head down in thought, and steps into a stall, closing the door behind her. I hear the rustle of her garments as she squats to relieve herself. I hear the paper like sound of her pee, then the musical tinkling of it into the water of the bowl below her. Soon it stops and I do not hear her as she sits there. I know she is thinking.
“Toy?”
“Yes baby.”
“Would you ride with me to Eugene tomorrow? I need to go over to pick up something for Mike. We could talk on the way over and back. I have so many questions I want to ask you.”
“I would love that baby.” My secret smile of jubilation lights my face as I feel my wetness growing, seeking fulfillment. I know that many of her questions tomorrow will be answered in Braille.


“HI! How are this morning Monik?”
Her smile is slightly hesitant, almost to the point of admitting to me that she wished she had not invited me to go along today.
“Good Toy, we have good weather to drive in at least.”
I look her in the eye and murmur, “Relax baby, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen, OK?”
I see her shoulders relax slightly. Her smile moves to the left of glacial.
I wait for her to unlock the passenger door. I slide into the seat of her new SUV, and inhale the smell of new leather. I fasten my seat belt and settle in, placing my hands in my lap. Again she relaxes slightly.
The radio is playing the Rush Limbaugh show. She reaches for the radio and pushes a button that changes it to pop music.
I glance at her and say, “Don’t change it for me sweetie, I love listening to him, he is a real show boat, and funny too.”
“Do you agree with him all the time?”
“No, about half the time, but he does make a lot of good points, and makes me think. There are a lot of times I disagree with him though.”
Again I see her relax. “Mike agrees with everything he says. Makes me sick, he is such a woos when it comes to thinking. Just tell him what to think, and that is what he will think, just as long as it comes from the far right. I hate ‘yes-men’ like that, and I am embarrassed that he is one.”
“Have you told him that honey?”
“NO! I am afraid to tell him, he always takes my comments as put downs. I have tried everything I can think of, but he always chooses to think I am putting him down. So I have just shut up for the last year.” Her face is ready to start shedding tears.
“Honey,……………” I realize this is a defining moment in our budding relationship. “Tough thing, having to disagree with someone you love so much, honey.”
The tears come now.
“Tell me what I can do to help you Monik.”
“Well,” she stammers a little as she formulates her thoughts. “Well………. You seem to be able to stand up to Dennis. You seem to be able to tell him what you want him to know, to do, ……….to let you do. I have come so close several times to having an affair, not with any particular man, but just to feel like I am cherished by a male figure. Do you know what I am trying to say Toy?”
“You are questioning whether he even wants you any more sexually?”
“YES! That’s it!”
The silence envelops us for a while. Her body relaxes and I feel that she is accepting me as something other than a potential sex object.
“May I ask how long it has been since you two have made love honey?”
She pauses, not to calculate, but to swallow her exasperation. “Eight fucking months!”
“Oh baby! I am so sorry to hear that.” Just a small white lie, right?
The tears flood her cheeks and I search my purse for a Kleenex. “Here honey, let me dry your tears before they smear your makeup.”
She turns her face to me and I daub gently at her tears. When I am satisfied that I have them all, I gently kiss her cheek with soft lips, then settle back into my seat.
I see her nipples harden slightly through her blouse as she feels my soft kiss. Her eyes shine a bit as she thinks more about having sex with me, but not having to tell her husband because it is woman, not a man that has had her. She has obviously thought this through over night and knows she wants me, but is not sure how this happens.
“Let me massage your shoulder as you drive honey.” My hand is already kneading her shoulder and I see her soften and relax more as she drives along. After a bit I move my hand to her far shoulder and massage it. My nipple makes circles on the side of her breast as I massage the knots out of her tense shoulders.
“Oh god Toy, that feels so good. God I need that.”
I keep massaging, switching from one shoulder to the other. “I am going to climb into the back seat so I can do this right Monik.”
I hike my dress up above my thighs and turn toward her as I “try” to get into the back seat. The whiteness of my plucked womanhood is clearly visible to her as I maneuver to get back there.
“Toy?...........................ummmm. Do you shave your …………….you know……………..ummm?
“Well, no, I actually pluck my pussy honey. That way I don’t have the stubbles and scratchies several days later. I am smooth as a baby’s bottom for several weeks this way.”
I know she wants to touch it, to feel it for herself. I stifle my grin, knowing for sure now that she will be before the day is out.
Her massage from the back seat succeeds in relaxing her.




“Want to stop for lunch, Monik?” I point at a little restaurant that I know is wonderfully decorated and serves great women’s food. You know, salads, chocolate…….. It is also right next to a tidy little, well-decorated and comfortable mini resort of quaint cottages.
“Have you ever stayed at that little motel before, Monik?” I enquire as we walk toward the restaurant.
“No, have you Toy?” Her voice is slightly higher than it was before.
“Yes, it is so nice. Quiet, comfortable, private, cozy……..” The smile on my face is dreamy now, as if I am recalling wonderful memories. Actually, I am, very fond memories.
“Did you and Dennis stay there on one of your wonderful weekends away?”
“Oh! You have heard about them?”
“No, but if you are as good at sex as he says, I think you must take the time to get away. Mike refuses to leave town and have little overnight vacations.” Her mouth takes a small pout. I wish I could kiss her bottom lips as it protrudes slightly, so sexy, so soft looking.
Our lunch is perfect, and or course finished with chocolate. God, this silk pie is to die for.
“Ready to go get your business done in Eugene?” Her face struggles to not show her disappointment. Her mind has comprehended that she does want to feel my touch, wants to experience my kisses and caresses.




Her business concluded, we head back out of Eugene.
“Hey, Monik, that little pub there has great wines, feel like one?”
Her face glances at me, lingering on my breasts as she drives. She feels safe looking at my body as my face is turned slightly away from her.
The car steers itself off the street and into the parking lot of the cutest most intimate little pub I have ever found. Inside the booths are positioned so that we have wonderful privacy, and the view of the Mackenzie River is wonderful. The sun is sparkling off the water in tinkling sparkling laughter.
I steer her to a small table where it is natural for us to sit next to each other. I give her the seat that is next to the window. I sit around the corner to her left. Our knees touch as I sit. She does not move her knee away. The sensuous warmth of her beckons to me as we sit there looking at the sun flecked ripples.
“Toy, what is your real name?”
“Deni, honey”
“Why do you go by Toy…..Fuck Toy, ….” her mouth samples the word tentatively, “when you have such a lovely name?”
“I love sex baby. I love to feel the skin of my lover as I caress her, as I kiss her, as I make love to her.”
“But what does that have to do with your name, Deni?”
I smile at her, my knee moving slightly now, feeling the softness of her leg, the bare skin of my knee. Again she does not move away.
“I go by both, honey, but Dennis introduced you to me, and he used Fuck Toy. You can call me whichever suits you, Monik. I love hearing you say my name.”
She smiles softly at my words. Our wine arrives. We sip it pensively as we share the intimate view.
My hand falls to my lap and it itches to caress her thigh. I play it safe and raise it to the table top, and wait for the right opportunity to touch her arm.
“Deni, can you tell me how you have such a great sex life with Dennis? Is it just luck, or do you do something special, or is he just great in bed, or what……….?” Her voice trails off as she fantasizes about how great our sex life must be.
Ahhhh! Perfect! I place my hand on her arm and look into her eyes. “Sweetheart, there is a whole lot involved in a good sexual relationship. And you should know that it is better at sometimes and worse at others. But as a general rule, I never say no. I try to be as creative as possible. And most of all, he KNOWS that I am promiscuous and love to fuck.”
Her eyes flick to my mouth as if to see what a mouth looks like when it says that word. “You say that word so easily.”
“It so perfectly describes the act of sex, baby. Our body parts that are involved are not pretty, and the sounds we make as we cum are often animalistic. The word is just perfect to describe that, the whole act of sex. As women, we tend to think it should be a thing of beauty, soft and tender and caring. The fact is, it rarely is that, if it is an intense experience. If, as women, we take the time to prepare our selves for sex, fantasizing about it for a few hours before we meet out lovers, we will already be turned on when we are first with them. We will be ready for loving. If we expect our lover to turn us on after we get there, we are placing all of the burden of our satisfaction on them, and that isn’t fair. That is particularly true of a married couple baby.”
“Do you really fantasize about it for hours first?”
”I have been fantasizing about loving you for almost a day a now.” My eyes hold hers as my finger tips touch her knee.
Her mouth opens into a little O and I watch her breathing rate increase. Her nipples dimple her blouse, pointing at the river, and her eyes look at my breasts furtively. My nipples are also clearly evident.
The next few moments are silent acknowledgment of her need to be held and made love to.
“Shall we stop at the little motel we saw on the way here?”
“What do I tell Mike?” No hesitation, just planning how to handle the details.
“Call him and tell him we are taking a little walk along the river and will not be back till about nine tonight. We will take a walk and you will not be lying that way.”
The minor deception is enough to satisfy her fear of discovery. I throw money on the cashiers counter as we hurry past.
She walks with a happy gait toward the car. Her hips sashay a bit as she feels her womanhood begin to make itself known.
When we are on the road, I put my left hand on her thigh and caress her in small circles as she drives. I work her dress slowly, slowly up her thigh until I can see the edge of her panties. What a beautiful pair of legs she has. Perfectly shaped and perfectly toned. Deeply tanned. I wonder if she has tan lines.
Her nipples are in clear arousal now.
I move my hand further up and watch her reaction as I touch the bare skin low on her tummy, just above her panty line. Her slight gasp thrills me.
“Tell me about your sex life with Mikey, baby?”
“Well, what’s to tell. We don’t make love at all any more.”
“Do you try to make love with him?”
“Do you mean start the romantic stuff in hopes he will want me?”
“No, more like let him know that you are interested in making love to him……..?”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“To have an orgasm?”
“Yeah right, like he has ever made my have one.”
Well!………… Knock ME over with a feather! I have to let that sink in a bit.
Then after the pause, “Does he ever masturbate?”
“I caught him several times, once in the bathroom, he forgot to lock the door, once in the garage, he was looking at a girlie calendar, couple of other times……..”
“Did it make you wonder what it is like?”
“To masturbate?”
“Yeah, ever tried it?”
“NO!” Sharp voice! Then more quietly “...............Well, not since high school.”
“Tell me about high school baby.”
We drive several miles before she starts talking again.
“Well, my two girlfriends and I were having a slumber party.”
Several more miles, then a smile.
“We were just joking around, you know how teenagers are.”
Several more miles. A sniffle.
“She was my best friend. We grew up together. We had our first fight, we fought over the boy we both had a crush on at the same time. Who knows, maybe we both wanted him just because the other one wanted him.”
Several more miles.
“I don’t even remember his name any more. Jan, my best friend, got egged into it by Sheryl, you know, ‘I will touch you like he would.’ So then we both had to compete over feeling what his touch would be like. We both wanted to be first to feel his touch.”
Her eyes tear up now. Sniffles again. She wipes her eye with her sleeve, like a teenager.
“So we both pulled our night gown up, because Sheryl told us that is where he would want to touch us. She sat between us and touched us both at the same time. She had no clue how to touch us, or how he would touch us, but I still remember watching her hand move toward my body and watching her finger extend, watching her finger touch me there.” Her hips move forward toward the unseen hand that is touching her again after all these years. Her legs spread a bit, craving that soft innocent caress again.
“So she played with our private parts for a while and I was feeling warm and fuzzy when she suddenly stopped as we heard footsteps outside her door.”
“We never got back to it again after the hot chocolate her mom brought up for us.”
Her legs are still parted and her face turns toward me, carrying the anguished look of a woman that has gone too long without feeling caresses, soft, gently loving touches.
“Oh sweetheart, let me love you like you deserve to be loved. You are too wonderful a person to never feel the loving touches of a caring person. Lets take a nice walk along the river, then spend time together for the rest of the afternoon. We can just talk until you’re comfortable with our budding relationship. No pressure baby, OK?”
“Deni,” long pause, “I noticed you spent a lot of time talking to my husband last night.”
“Yes baby, I did.”
“Did you seduce him too?”
“No Monik. I didn’t even try.”
“So………..Really?............... Why not?”
“Because he is a subbie, not a Dom.”
“A what?”
“A subbie.”
“What pray tell is that?”
“A person that wants to be dominated.”
“My husband wants to be dominated? By who?”
“You, among others.”
“ME!?” Her voice goes up an octave.” ME!? What are you talking about?”
I let her thoughts turn a bit before I try to explain the complex sexual response system of humans. I don’t even understand it myself frankly, but have seen enough of this particular sexual response dysfunction to feel comfortable trying to explain it.
She starts to glance at me as the time drags on.
“OK. Let me try to explain what little I know about it, OK?”
“Yes, pleeeeeeeeease, Deni.” Her voice is slightly cynical, her mouth sneers and she shakes her head in frustration.
“Men, humans, do not all respond to sexual stimulus the same way.” Sherolls her eyes. “Wait wait wait, let me explain. For instance, some men are leg-men, they love a great pair of legs, it turns them on. Others are breast-men. Breasts are what turns them on. With me so far?”
She nods.
“It gets more complicated. Some men have to be totally in control of a woman to get turned on. These men are called Doms. Many women have to be in control too, they are called Dommes.” I spell both words out for her as I say the words.
“OK.”
“A person’s sexual proclivities may even include a person, the one who craves control, who needs control to feel turned on, withhold sex from their partner as a part of their sexual response. In other words, the orgasm is not what turns them on, it is the control of another person, usually of the opposite sex.”
Pause again. I wait her out.
“Seriously?”
“Yep!”
“No kidding!”
“Nope!”
More silence.
“So you’re telling me that my husband wants me to dominate him.” No question mark at the end of that sentence. “What does that mean, dominate him?”
I gather my thoughts. “He wants you to wear the pants in the relationship. For instance, he wants you to tell him to masturbate in front of you as you laugh at him for needing to cum so bad he can’t hold it until you want him.”
“No shit!.” Her hand covers her mouth too late to stop the profanity. “Sorry.”
“Hey sweetie, I swear all the fucking time. Don’t worry about it.” I glance at her to see if she is ready for the rest of the truth.
“Well, go on.” She is starting to comprehend that she has some new options in her life now.
“He wants you to fuck around on him, fuck other men. Fuck women. It is up to you whether you let him watch while you do it.” I reach over to steer the car while she is too stunned to think.
At least ten miles passes in dead silence. Finally she takes the wheel back.
“He wants me to fool around, have sex with other men, and he wants to watch, but is not saying he has to watch?”
“You got it little sister. Other women too. And he would definitely like to watch you do that too, but he still is not saying he has to. Remember, he wants you in control of the sex, he wants you to be sexually satisfied, by other men if that is what it takes. He thinks he can’t satisfy you. He wants you to be happy. So he figures if you have sex with men, and women, and that makes you happy sexually, at least you are happy. In the end, that is what he is all about. He wants you to be happy, Monik. He loves you with all his heart baby.”
Another five miles or so of dead silence.
“He wants me to have sex with other people.”
“Yes.”
“And who is up to me.”
“Yes.”
“And he wants me to have orgasms with other people.”
“Yes.”
“And he would like to watch me have sex with other people.”
“Yes.”
“But he would not have to participate?”
“Seems strange, huh? But remember, he wants you to be satisfied sexually. He has decided he can’t satisfy you, so he wants you to be satisfied by them.”
“He WANTS me to fuck, oh shit!, damn,……….god I have a potty mouth now! He wants me to have sex with others.” Her face is puzzled now.
“Deni?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Should I?”
“Well……….” The silence drags on for a while. “Yes, I think you should, Monik. Want to know why?”
“Well……Yes!”
“Because he loves you. He wants to give to you. He wants you to be happy. Let me guess baby, his cock is only 5 inches long.”
“How long is this?” She holds her fingers apart about five inches.
“Five inches.”
“Then yes, why is that important?”
“Because he has an inferiority complex about his cock size.”
“How long are most men’s cocks, shit!, damn,” her face grimaces in disgust at her choice of words, “I mean penises.”
I giggle, I can’t help myself, her trying to be a good chaste woman is tickling me no end. “Honey, stop worrying about your words. It is just between us baby. Say the words you wish to say. Don’t hold back. Don’t hold back ever again. Be happy. Live life. Learn to enjoy sex. Four letter words are a part of great sex honey.”
“Enjoy sex……….who the hell enjoys sex? “ She looks at me and it dawns on her. “You enjoy sex, Deni.” A new world just opened up for her.
“Oh baby, do I ever!”
“Sex is …………………………pleasurable to you?”
“I hear you saying that you have never had an orgasm, Monik.”
Her face turns red.
“No” she almost whispers.
“So, baby……………..would you like to?” I ask as gently as I can.
“Of course.”
“Will you relax, let yourself go, let me teach you how to love sex baby?”
“You mean today? This afternoon? Now!?”
I nod.
“Oh my god!”
“Start by calling me Fuck Toy baby.”
“Fu…………Toy, am I really so unlovable as to not turn men on? I keep my body in good shape, work out all the time, I dress well, I make sure my breath doesn’t smell. God damn it! Fuck, I am tired of being the predictable little wifey of a man that can’t even fuck me! FUCK!”
Well now, we are getting somewhere all of a sudden!
“God, I can’t believe I just said the F-word!”
“Felt very good though didn’t it?”
Her nod starts slowly, but soon is a rapid enthusiastic affirmation of her new direction in life.
My fingers circle her skin, softly caressing its tender silkiness.
“Fuckin A it does!”
Her grin spreads across her face and her eyes turn to me, twinkling.
“Take me to that motel and fuck the shit out of me Fuck Toy!” We turn the last corner. I point and she turns into the motel driveway.


“Four o’clock High Tea, Toy?” His English accent is always such a turn on for me.
“You bet Georgi. And Chablis today at seven, too.”
“And what time do you want MY services Toy?” His grin is lusty and the look on his face tells me he loves his part in my life.
“I think about four would be perfect timing Georgi.”
“I saved the corner cottage for you. Your favorite cottage, baby.”
“You are such a sweetheart Georgi. I’ll make it worth your effort next time I come through here, sweet cheeks.”
His smile turns blissful and his eyes glaze over as memories flood over him. “Oh god, something to live for, Toy.”



Her hemline is still above her thighs as I slide back in and point to our cottage next to the river. I look forward to its happy noises. She leaves her dress up as she opens the car door and turns to get out. Georgi has a perfect view of her thighs and lace panties. Vaguely through the window of the office I see him give me a thumbs-up sign.
“Come here baby, lets take a nice walk along the river for a bit.” I take her arm and guide her toward the gravel path.




“WOW! What a gorgeous place this is. I have never seen a more intimate and comfortable place.”
“Let’s take a shower honey. I am sweating like a horse.”
Her giggle tells me she has some fantasies there too.
I begin to unbutton my blouse.
“Let me do that Toy.” Her fingers have no hesitation now.
I reciprocate and soon we are naked and giggling as she starts the shower water running.
As she leans over to adjust the water temperature, I bend over and bite her butt.
She shrieks and holds her reddening cheek, chuckling at her loosening sense of self. Her over-her-shoulder grin tells me she loved it.
We step into the shower and I turn to her. “Let me wash you baby.” Her skin is like silk, soft, supple, smooth. I feel my own internal lubrication growing. I wash her with all the tenderness I can muster, holding off my own raw lust, waiting for her to push the envelope now, lead the way to her own fulfillment.
My fingers delve between her thighs and caress her there, in her most private place, that place where women need the most tenderness. She leans her back against me, leaning her head back against my shoulder. Her eyes are closed as I caress her soft nether lips, probing gently between them, not touching her little bud yet, but letting my fingers love her where her wetness begins.
My fingers slowly circle higher, caressing her firm sculptured tummy. Her tummy button catches my attention and I circle it, entering it, fondling it.
Higher her breasts need loving, those perfect cones of pleasure. They are perfectly sized for my hands, and their nipples fall between my finger and thumb as if they belong there. I feel them rise and fall with her breathing. Her soft moan in my ear is music, a soft tender sensuous dance of lust. Her nubbins grow past my fingers, poking their little head out from the protection of my fingers, my caress. Her breathing is deepening now, her breasts beginning to heave as she gasps for breath.
Her body and face turns to me, her lips parted, her soft breath caressing my face. Our lips, our faces move together and we share our first kiss, our passion is now joined. Her arms envelope me, her tongue invades me. I relax into her loving embrace.
Her hands move to my stomach, caressing me, taking away my reserve, my self control. Her hands move to touch me where I most love to be touched. They are insistent, and gentle, still, but intent on making me take their touches. She will not be denied now. She must feel the fruition of her newly found sensitivity.
My back moves against the faucet, pushing it closed, the water slows and stops, we do not move apart yet. The coolness of the air makes me reach for the towels. I dry her, watching her skin goose pimple into the towel. Her back turns to me and I move the towel between her legs. She spreads them, then leans over, permitting me to reach her sensitive little rosebud. I kneel and kiss her there. She gasps as my lips kiss her. My hand moves forward to her slim soft lips, and I caress her, parting her, entering her slightly, gently.
Her moan grows into a soft mewling; needy, wanting, lusty. My nipples grow hard as I feel her need of me. I guide her to the bed, laying her onto her back, covering her partially with a large pillow for her to hold while she cums for the first time in her life. Her eyes watch my movements, shifting between my face and my hands as I caress her body, mouth open, needing to suckle, to kiss, to eat.
I pick up the cell phone and dial her home number. As I kiss and cuddle her, caress her skin and body, I tell her “Mike needs to hear your first orgasm, sweetie. I will turn on the microphone so you don’t have to hold it. You don’t have to say a thing, he knows what is happening. I told him last night you would call so he could hear us as we make love to each other. He has promised not to cum until you get home. He will be in heaven, knowing that you are happy finally, being satisfied, that you are cumming as he listens, rock hard, and not able to cum until you tell him he can. This is what he wants, what he craves, what he lives to have happen. It is his destiny to be this way. You can fulfill his dream, or you can divorce him. It really is down to that baby. Make him a happy, fulfilled husband. I know you love him still, sweetheart.”
I continue to kiss and fondle her as her mind comprehends what I have said. She is too far gone to stop what we have started. Her body begins to move again under my caresses.
Mike picks up on the first ring, I hear his breathing; heavy, labored, already near orgasm if he does not control it.
She looks at the phone for a few seconds, realizing again what is happening, then her eyes close and she surrenders to me.
I place the phone between her perfect breasts. She can hear Mikey moaning softly and he can hear her mewlings as I suckle her soft needy nether lips, then softly tongue her opening.
“Tell your husband what I am doing to you, and how it feels, baby. He wants to hear your voice as you cum for the first time. He deserves it. Talk to him.”
“Hi honey……”
“Hey baby, are you really letting Fuck Toy fuck you?”
I interject, “Monik, sweetie, four letter words are a turn on for men, let him say them. You should say them too.”
A brief pause as she thinks it through, then, “Yes honey, Fuck Toy is eating my cunt out right now. Her tongue is to die for honey. I am wet. I am so wet baby. I can’t believe how good I feel. I am floating on air baby.”
“OH god baby! Is her body pretty honey?”
“Her body is perfect Mikey. I have touched her breasts and even her nipples already. We took a shower together and she washed me………….all of me baby. Then she dried me. And honey, she kissed my bottom, right on it. It felt so good baby. She bit me right on my butt too honey!””
“Oh god baby, oh god, oh god, I have fantasized about this since our very first date sweetheart.”
A long pause, then, “Really honey. ……….. Our very first date!?”
“Yes baby, our very first date, and on our wedding night, and on our anniversaries, and on my birthday, and on Christmas Eve. Honey, I want to watch you cum, and to love sex, and want to fuck, even if it is with other men honey.”
“You really want me to have sex with other men baby? Tell me honestly now, no holding back, you want me to have sex with other men?”
“OH GOD YES BABY!!!!” Who can doubt that enthusiastic answer?
Her hips move against my tongue now. Her response is rising. Her body is thoroughly wetting itself in preparation for penetration by a male member.
“Sweetheart, I promised I would not cum until you tell me I can. Fuck Toy made me promise I would not cum tonight until after you get home. My prick is like a piece of granite I am so turned on. When I touch it, it tries to cum, ssssssssoooooooo I am not even touching it now honey. God, I don’t dare.”
“You are really, are you really turned on by me Mikey?”
“Oh god baby, I am so turned on that if you just breathed on my cock it would spurt cum. I am always turned on by you. You are who I think about when I jerk off. You are who I dream about when I wake up with a hard-on. You are my angel honey. I love you more than words can say. You are such a sexy woman, your tits and cunt are so sexy. God yes you turn me on!”
I see tears I her eyes. The sun sparkles on them, and her long eyelashes are fluttering as the sun’s rays coming through the window catch them.
I suckle her button now, knowing she is so close.
Her hips suddenly buck, driving my lips into her cunt, her clit scrapes on my upper teeth. She goes off. Explodes! Her body is a frenzy of motion as she cums Monik feels her own sexuality for the first time in her 31 years. Her grunting orgasm is clearly audible to the ears of the man that loves her more than life itself.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she screams as she passes out.




“Did you keep your promise Mikey?”
“Yes mistress. Please tell me what happened Mistress.”
“She came my little subbie. She had her first orgasm. She came for you, little cocked man.”
“WOW! She finally came.” I hear him trying to control his emotions, not cry as he hears the good news. “Oh Mistress, how can I ever thank you?”
“By keeping your promises to HER, subbie. NO cumming until she comes home. It may be tomorrow, I have a cock that wants to fuck her yet tonight. SO she may be here all night as she satisfies her body with a real man’s cock all night.”
“Yes Mistress. I understand. Does he have a nice cock? Is it big? Will it fill her cunt with cock?” His words tumble out. He is beside himself with desire. It is a testament to his love for her that he has not yet cum, flinging sperm across the room in his super saturated sexual tension.
“Yes baby, it is a perfect cock, don’t worry. And the man is very experienced. I love fucking him myself.”
“OH GOD, really Mistress, he is that good, that even you like to fuck him?”
I giggle. “Yes Mikey, my small cocked subbie, his cock is a work of art, and his art of loving is something to behold.”
“Mistress?”
“Yes little cock?”
“Will I be able to listen?”
“Perhaps, we will see if your Domme wants you to when she finds out about it. She doesn’t know yet.”
“Oh my fucking god, when will she find out?”
“Are you really hard now, little cock?”
“OH FUCK! Yes, I am so hard I can hardly stand it.”
“I will tell you what, little cock, if you are a good little cock, and keep your mouth shut when she is getting it from this stranger, I will take pictures with my cell phone camera and send them to you. You will be able to see her cunt getting fucked by a strangers cock. How about it, little cock?”
“Oh god, I have to cum so bad, so fucking bad, my cock is so sensitive it feels every molecule of air move.”
“He gets here in about 5 minutes, sweet little-cock man. Have to go, bye!” And I hang up.
Our mutual love-piece is still out. I pull the sheet over her and move to the bathroom to clean my face, touch up of makeup, then move back to the window to watch her peaceful face as it recovers from her orgasm.
The light knock is barely audible. I smile, and move to the door, naked, my nipples hardening.
“Hi Georgi!” I say as I open the door. His grin broadens as his eyes devour my naked body.
I step aside and he floats in, setting the tray on the table in the kitchenette. His butt is encased in black creased jeans, and his shirt fits his torso like a second skin.
He sets about preparing high tea for Monik and me. Not even a glance her way. Soon the teapot is whistling, and he prepares white tea, just like his mother used to make for him. The crumpets are evenly toasted, properly buttered, and smell heavenly.
“Tea is served, Madam,” in his best butler imitation.
He draws my chair out and waits for me to sit down, pushing the chair in as my bare bottom nears it.
“Massage Madam?”
“Oh yes please, Georgi.”
His hands are like heaven as he works my shoulders neck, and arms.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Monik stir. I tilt my head back and Georgi lowers those warm sweet lips to mine. As Monik wakes, we are kissing deeply. I stand, turn to him, and passionately kiss him with my lips open, begging for penetration by his tongue. My arms are around his neck, and my naked breasts are against his skintight shirt. My hips move against him. My always erect clit feels his jeans, and I grind a bit, feeling the course fabric stoke my desire.
I moan with the pent up passion of the day. My Georgi kisses me back with the passion I adore him for.
Monik clears her throat.
I turn my head to her. “Hi baby, how are you?”
She checks the covers to assure herself she is covered.
“Ummm, OK I guess.”
“Just OK, baby, did you not have a great orgasm?”
“Well, yeah!”
I detach from Georgi and move to her side. “This man is the best lay in the valley, baby. Would you mind if I have him? Your welcome to watch, and to even join in if you want to.”
I watch her rethink her previous sense of right and wrong.
“Is this what Mikey was talking about, I can do this with this man? ……….. He wants me to do this with this man?”
“Yes baby, in fact, I told him that I would call him again if you wanted to have him. His name is Georgi by the way.”
I turn to Georgi, “Monik, this is Georgi. He owns these cottages. He is the best fuck I have ever found. Monik is considering whether to allow you to break her in, Georgi. Her husband has asked her to fuck other men now, and this afternoon is her first chance to try one out.”
I turn back to her, “Georgi, give Monik a nice massage just like you gave me a minute ago. Monik, come sit in the chair and have tea with us while Georgi services you.”
I take her hand, grab the sheet and pull it around her bare back. She stands, looking like Caesars wife in her new toga. I hold her hand as she steps to the table. Georgi pulls her chair out and she sits regally, awaiting her service.
Georgi’s hands go to work, and I watch her face become dreamy as he kneads her tensions away. I hand her a cup of tea and a crumpet. She eats ravenously with her eyes closed, her head weaving back and forth to the rhythm of his hands.
She eats, pausing now and then to feel his hands kneading a tight spot that particularly needs his hands.
Her hand slowly tends less and less to her toga, until it is easy for Georgi to see her pert perfect breasts. He winks at me as his eyes see me watching him peek at her body.
After she has eaten her fill, I suggest she lie on the bed and get a full body massage. She smiles at me and her nipples perk up, poking the fabric of the sheet into cute little cones centered on the swelling of her breasts.
She stands and does not try to keep the sheet on her, allowing it to fall so that it is barely draped over her bottom. One breast is fully exposed as she steps to the bed, lies down, and allows Georgi to unwrap the sheet.
I pick up my cell phone and turn on the camera, snap several pictures which show them in backlight, their silhouettes showing her nakedness, his clothing still on. I dial the internet access number, then key in Mikey’s email address. I push send, and the pictures of my little cocked subbie’s wife, being pleasured by another man, are sent electronically to him. Email, wow, what a great service.
I move about the cottage, and take a few more shots, trying to capture the mood each time of the electricity that is being generated there on the bed. When I have several more, I send them as well. I picture Mikey sitting there totally nude, his tiny cock pulsing in rigidness, looking at pictures of his naked wife being touched intimately by a stranger, trying not to touch his little needy hardness there between his legs.
Georgi gently moves her legs apart, and begins to massage her inner upper thighs. Her moans start as a soft whimper, and I can see her inner lips glistening already. Her rose is already opening, and her petals are unfolding, readying itself for the penetration that it will finally receive.
I move closer, shooting across the bed spread, waiting for just that time when Georgi’s hands are so near her pussy. I catch it perfectly, and then wait again for his hands to finally touch her sex. With infinite patience, he moves back down her legs, then massages her feet for the longest time.
“Please turn over, Madam.”
No hesitation at all, I am so proud of her. She rolls over, still allowing her legs to stay parted, and her sex to be revealed to him. Her eyes move to mine, and she smiles a dreamy happy grin of contentment.
Georgi starts again at her feet, and spends a lot of time there, never looking up at her revealed body. What great concentration!
Finally he moves up her calf, then her thighs, and I ready the camera again. I shoot several shots of him massaging her thighs, her sex clearly visible, and open in obvious lust. I email Mikey the photos, as I snicker to myself, thinking, ‘try not to jerk off now little cock!’
Finally Georgi moves up to her tummy, and massages her hips and stomach muscles, pulling and pushing her skin and musculature so that her sex moves with his hands. Her moans are now clearly audible. I dial their home number and he picks up before my cell even indicates it is ringing.
He is breathing so hard that it catches the attention of the sensually entwined couple.
“Honey, is that you baby?” Her voice is low, throaty, clearly in lust.
“Y-y-y-y-y-essss B-b-baby.”
“Are you OK honey?”
“Y-y-y-y-y-essss B-b-baby.”
“Why are you stuttering honey?”
“I-i-i am t-t-trying hard not t--t-t-to cum b-baby. F-f-fuck Toy has been s-s-sending me pictures of you being t-t-touched by your f-friend there, and I am so turned on that I am f-f-fighting every second not t-to cum.”
“What are you doing with your hands baby, so that you don’t touch your tiny little baby sized cock?” She has gotten the picture clearly now. That will be more than he can handle, and sure enough we hear him grunting in his orgasm as his cock shoots his cute little cum load all over him. He cums for about 10 seconds, grunting and humphing.
“Oh fuck god damn son of a bitch!”
“Did you break your promise and cum baby?”
We hear sobbing, then “Y-yyy-ess baby. I am s-s-so s-s-s-orry baby.I am s-so sorry honey, so sorry.” His sobbing is more than I can stand, and I push my mute button.
Monik’s face is lit up in a huge smile. “Fuck Toy, he is mine, now, totally mine now, isn’t he? He is my little subbie man that I control and will do what ever I say now, right?”
I giggle, “Yes, even the house work, just to be able to watch you fuck whoever you want to. Ain’t life grand honey? You make him happy by doing whatever you wish.” I push the mute button again, and Mikey is hearing us again. I move the phone in close to make sure he hears what I know is coming.
Her eyes move up to Georgi’s face and she murmurs “Fuck this cunt Georgi, fuck this cunt and make it cum so my subbie can hear how hard I cum. Let him hear my cunt sucking your cum out of your hard manly long thick prick.”
I hear a soft “Oh my god” from the phone, then the sounds of Mikey masturbating.
I push the loudspeaker to off, pick up the phone and tell him, “Little prick, if I catch you masturbating again, I will turn the phone off.” The sounds stop instantly.
“Yes Mistress.” His voice is one of dutiful obedience.
I turn the loudspeaker back on just in time t let him hear them kissing loudly, sloppily, passionately.
“Ohhhhh….” from the phone.
“Come here Georgi, let me unfasten your pants and see the first cock that will fuck me.”
Whoa! First cock? They have never had sex yet? Oh MY GOD!
The implication is not lost on Georgi. His face takes on the most tender look, he kisses her so softly and holds her against his chest.
“Sweetheart, lets take our time and get it right, OK? We have all night honey.”
Her eyes turn to me and her eyebrows lift in question?
I nod.
“Mikey, I am going to be here all night. We are not coming home till tomorrow baby. So don’t feel like you need to wait up for me. I am going to enjoy Georgi and Fuck Toy here all night. I love you Mikey.”
The phone is emitting panting sounds now, and moans. Poor Mikey, his tiny cock needing to cum again already. Only 12 more hours of erections of his miniature cock till she gets home. “I love you too sweetie.” His voice is almost unintelligible.
Her hand caresses the bulge in front of her as he continues to caress the skin of her tummy. “CLICK!” Her hips begin to move again in sequence with his hands. “Georgi, I need a really good fucking. I am a virgin baby. My husband could never get it up. I need to feel a real man between my legs tonight to teach me what I have never done. Please be gentle with me, but please make sure I know how to fuck properly before tomorrow morning, OK? I want to learn to be able to fuck as good as Toy can.”
Sobbing is coming from the phone.
“OK baby. I will be your tutor, your teacher, your master. You will do as I say tonight, without question, is that clear?”
“Yes sir.” Monik’s eyes lower to show her subservience.
“Toy, do you have your normal assortment of pleasure toys with you?” His English accent takes an edge to it. I see he is in his element now, in control, and with a willing woman’s body to play with.
“Sure Georgi, plus I brought a big one too, and the plug.”
“Wonderful!”
The phone emits “Ooooooooooooooooooooooo! Oh god! Oh fuck!”




“Now little darling, get on your hands and knees on the bed. Put that perfect ass of yours right over here where I can play with it a wee bit.”
“Yes sir.” Her body moves as he has directed her to do.
I hand him the lubrication.
“Now Monik………” He stops and thinks for a bit. “Monik is not the right name for you little one.” His hand rests on her butt cheek as he thinks.
“How about ‘Mims?”
“Naw, too classy, we want a slut here. How about Rosie, to indicate her asshole is useable. Naw, not clear enough. AAAAH! I know, Pussy!”
“Now Pussy, I am going to stretch your little rosebud back here till it is stretched open enough to allow me enjoy it later on. First we put some lubrication on it, then on this device, then we slowly work the plug into you there until it is to this part here, where your little rosebud can hold it inside you as you slowly acclimate to your new opening size. You need to put this plug into you every day for a while till it becomes easy to push into you. Do you understand?”
She nods.
“Good girl Pussy!” Her grin tells me she likes her nick name.
His hand pulls her cheeks apart and he motions for me to hold them open for him. He gently rubs some lubricant on her puckering. With each circle, he presses a bit and her opening begins to respond to the gentle insistent pressure of his middle finger.
“Relax Pussy. Relax your bottom as I pleasure you here. Do you like the sensation as I do this?” His English accent makes me wet as I listen to him talk so softly to her.
Pussy nods again, and I see her trying to relax her bottom. His finger adds her perineum to its journey as he continues to circle and stroke her there. Her moans are soft whimpers already.
The phone is emitting panting sounds punctuated with the sound of fingers penetrating something sloppy.
Suddenly, Pussy finds the right muscles to relax, and Georgi is able to begin entering her little bottom orifice. She moans softly as his finger continues to enter her.
“Well my little Fuck Toy, Pussy is a natural. She likes being entered here, can you hear her sounds of joy?”
Within a few more minutes, he has three fingers inside her bottom. Her hips are moving in time to his fucking motions. His movement there stops.
“Oooooooo, please don’t stop sir, that felt so good sir.”
“Don‘t worry Pussy, we have something better for you right now.”
I hand him the butt plug. It is black, and about three inches in diameter at the widest point. The sphincter annul is only about two inches, so after it is in her, it will be more comfortable. The cone shaped plug will slowly serve to spread her as it penetrates her.
“Ready my little Pussy toy?”
“Yes sir.
“Fuck Toy, take her in and teach her how to cleanse her bottom.”




“There, much better now. Do you understand why we do that, Pussy?”
“Yes sir, Fuck Toy explained it to me.”
“Good job as usual Fuck Toy!” His smile is my ample reward.
Pussy reassumes her position on the bed without being told, presenting her bottom to Georgi while watching his hands with great interest as he lubricates the butt plug.
Pussy says nothing as he places its tip against her bottom.
“Fuck Toy, she wants to watch, please get me the mirror, that big one, the free standing full length dressing mirror over there.”
When it is situated to his satisfaction, Pussy can see everything that is happening to her.
“Tell your subbie hubby what is happening to you Pussy,” he commands her.
“Honey, he is lubricating my asshole so that he can stick a big black cone shaped plug up me there. He has already stuck his fingers up me there and Fuck Toy has taught me how to cleanse my asshole so it is nice and clean for a man to stick his cock up into.”
“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Fuck honey.” His male voice has risen a full octave as he sits there imagining what is happening.
I shoot a picture with the plug held next to her opening, then again as Georgi turns it to begin its long journey into her bottom.
I send the pictures. Within seconds I hear Mikey panting as the pictures show him what he is missing. “Oooooooooooooooooo fucking god damn piss shit fuck damn. My wife is a fuck slut now. OH god damn! She is going to fuck a man and I am not there. Shit, I have no idea who he even is. FUCK! What a night. OH god I need to cum!” he mutters under his breath. We all chuckle realizing he has gone into his own little world of lust now, forgetting we can hear him.
The tip enters our little pussy princess slowly. She has the hang of which muscles to relax, and Georgi makes faster progress than I thought he would.
By the time it is three quarters in her, she is moaning and panting.
“OOOH! God! Ohhh god…….” Her voice is high and wavery.
I realize that the sun is setting, and the room is turning to a wonderfully golden red color. It causes her skin to become a rich golden brown. She has never been more beautiful than right now. I snap picture after picture of her in this state of tremulous gorgeous splendor. The butt plug is fully incased within her when I finish.
I send the pictures to Mikey. The phone is filled with moaning and mutterings within seconds of his receipt of them.
“OK sweet little Pussy, go ahead and walk around a bit with that in you. See how it feels.”
Pussy stands tentatively and walks a bit. Her gait has lost some of its perfect coordination, but she is still a graceful woman as she walks over to the window. She stands there in the warm brilliant sunshine streaming through the window, fully nude, not caring if she is seen outside. I take a picture of her silhouette, showing her plug protruding from her bottom.
Mikey greets it with more moans and four letter words. I hear him say “wife” and “gorgeous fuck slut” several times.
Georgi moves to her and caresses her breasts with his huge hands as she stands there. He takes her nipples and pinches them lightly , then harder and harder until she stifles a small cry. He turns her to him and kisses her deeply. Her small mouth is immediately his, opening to accept his desire and his penetration.
His right hand cups her front now, and she moves her legs apart to accept his intimate familiarity. I see his hands moving, massaging her, moving her lips against her button hidden beneath.
Her breathing is soon coming in gasps and small moans fill the room.
He guides her back to the bed, lays her on her back, and pushes her legs over her chest, telling her to hold them there.
“Fuck Toy, the long thin one, please.”
I hand it to him. He shows it to her.
“I’ll use this one to enter you first Pussy.” God his accent is sexy, his voice low and throaty.
She nods her head as her eyes inspect the dildo held in his hands.
“Have you ever been penetrated deeply before, Pussy?”
She shakes her head “No.”
Her eyes watch him move it to her opening. Gently he moves it vertically in her folds. I see it gather wetness quickly.
His hand movements become circular, each circular movement adding a small amount of depth to the penetration of her opening. She begins to move with him, thrusting her hips slightly forward each time he arrives at the top of the small circle, then relaxing again as he exits the bottom of her folds.
Her hands move around her legs and begin to caress her own breasts.
I move onto the bed behind her, and pull her into my lap, my legs on both sides of her, her head on my shoulder, her butt pressed tightly to my pelvic area, we are meshed together.
I reach down and insert one finger between her lips, then add another, then spread my fingers to hold her folds apart. I watch with her as he begins to enter her there with the long plastic penis. Her breath is sweet and quick as she watches, feels her body at last invaded with a sex organ.
He pushes it in now, and her body spreads to accept his violation of her.
Her whimpering is becoming louder and louder as he presses forward in his conquest of her body.
He feels a slight backpressure as he is filling her.
“OK, Pussy, this might hurt a little, but it will feel better soon, OK? Are you sure you want me to open your body up?”
She nods quickly, nervously, then shuts her eyes and scrunches her face in preparation. Her body tightens and he thrusts hard.
She screams, her unfocused eyes now wide open. She sees nothing but stars.
I caress her and coo to her, telling her “It’s OK now, sweetie, it’s OK now. All done now. Never has to be done again sweetheart. Shhhh, it is OK now.”
Slowly she relaxes into my arms as I hold her sweet body, and caress her.
Georgi sits down beside her and his huge hands also stroke her, starting with her hair, then her legs one by one. He begins to massage her feet again. For a along time we sit there, stroking her, massaging her.
Mikey is sobbing softly. “Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby………..”




“At last, I am a woman,” I hear her murmur.
Her eyes again search Georgi’s physique, as if to memorize the man that has deflowered her body. She reaches for his bulge again and tells him that she wants him now. She wants a cock to fuck her cunt, her pussy. “Fuck Pussy’s cunt, baby, please?”
Again he tells her “Be patient my little fuck Pussy, we have all night honey. There is plenty of time to make this the most perfect night of your life.”
He stands before us and slowly peels his shirt off his glorious chest. His abs ripple as he moves. He folds his shirt carefully and sets it on the chair near the door. He returns to just out of arms length, then unfastens the catch above the fly of his trousers. Slowly his slim hips emerge from the tight jeans.
Pussy makes a disappointed sound when she realizes that he has on boxer shorts. He again carefully folds his clothing and deposits it on the chair. I snap another picture of is body in the lamp light. The light catches his six pack and they show wonderfully in the picture. I send the picture to our subbie.
I hear him mutter “Oh my god!” in a few seconds.
Georgi stands here for a few seconds as we eagerly anticipate the removal of his last article of clothing.
Pussy begins to mewl softly as he stands there, tantalizing us beyond belief.
“Ready?”
“OH Fuck yes!” we gasp simultaneously.
His thumbs hook into the elastic band at the top of the boxers. Slowly, glacially slowly, he lowers them until we see his veined cock base begin to emerge from the fabric of the boxers. He pauses there and even though I know intimately well what he looks like naked, I find my self anxiously awaiting this latest unveiling.
Pussy’s hands are nervously caressing her thighs as she watches his own brand of torture.
The thick veining of his penis begins to be visible as he moves the boxers down millimeter by millimeter. Just as his glans is to appear, he stops, looks at Pussy, and asks “Do you really want this cock to fuck you, Pussy?”
I take another picture and send it.
Her breathing is ragged already, and all she can do is gasp “Oh god yes!”
The phone emits “Oh! Fucking A. What a cock!”
His fingers open, and the fabric falls away to reveal his manhood, thick, meaty, well shaped, and very dark. His balls are hanging deeply below his cock, and they frame his manhood as if they were an adornment.
Click! Send!
Then “Oh god honey, that is the perfect cock for you to fuck baby. Please baby, enjoy it all night long, let it fuck your cunt till it can’t get hard again honey. Then let it rest and then fuck it more. Let if fill your cunt with its baby making cum honey. Let him breed you baby. Let’s have a baby with him. Take him bare, nothing to stop his cum from entering you honey. Let him fuck your cunt till you scream for more sperm. Oh baby, thank you for doing this for me you sweet, sweet woman. I love you more than you can ever know, honey. Please fuck that gorgeous specimen of a man and enjoy it. Enjoy it now and tonight and tomorrow and whenever you want it, go find it and enjoy it. OH god honey, it is so manly and so beautiful. So perfect for your first real-man fucking……..” His voice fades off to a murmur again.
Pussy’s face is a mask of need now.
Georgi moves onto the bed. I reach for his manhood and pull it gently to Pussy’s lips. I caress him and move his cock head up and down her naked, gaping wet slit. I move it gently in to her wetness and coat its head with her natural copious lubrication. Her mouth is open and her need for consummation is overwhelming her.
Her moans are loud now. I snap a picture with one hand and send it to subbie so he can see his wife’s first real touch of cock head in her ripe, opulent cunt.
Moving his cock head up and down her lips causes her to involuntarily scrunch toward him.
Leaving his pulsing cock head embedded in her leaking opening, I take his big hands and place them on her breasts, closing my hands on his to encourage him to caress her. Her face is shining with a sweat caused by her need now, and her eyes are glazed in lust. Her mouth is open and her teeth are bared
“Oh fucking fuck! Oh fuck. Oh PLEASE fuck me. OH MY GOD! Fuck me, please fuck me. OH god, I need you Georgi, your fucking cock. Please fuck me with your cock, let my cunt become a woman’s cunt tonight baby. Please fuck your cock into my cunt. OH god, please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease.”
She reaches her hands behind him, grabs his cheeks, and at the same time she pulls, thrusts her cunt at him.
He impales her completely in one brief second of penetration.
Her orgasm is instantaneous and violent. I turn my head to the side to protect my face as her body jerks, convulses and spasms for a long, long time. The sounds she makes can only be construed as orgasm.
Georgi’s face is set in a grimace as he tries to weather her orgasm without cumming inside her.
When things slow a bit, I again photograph his insertion, her penetration, and send it off.
I hear “Oooooooooooooh ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh shit. I didn’t even touch it. I swear, I didn’t even touch that fucking thing and it went off anyway. Shit shit shit. Sorry honey, sorry, came again. Didn’t mean to.”
She hears nothing, she is passed out like a stone.




“Well, my little Fuck Toy, lets put her in the tub and you can pluck her pussy while she is out, so it will be bare and beautiful like yours. I need to run and take care of the other guests. Have her pretty for me when I com back, OK sweetie? Oh and by the way, instruct her on the protocol of being one of my subbies, OK? You did great honey, she is spectacular. I think she will make a perfect party toy for us, don’t you?”
I grin at his praise, and he busses my cheek as he turns to leave.
“Oh, by the way, how did you like the crumpets today. Whole grain bread, what did you think?”
“To die for baby! Keep it that way.”
“Would you like me to bring more food when I come back? Veal Parmigiana tonight.”
“God, yes, sounds delicious. We need to keep her strength up if we want to use her all night.” My grin tells him that I am still needing a lot of sex.
He chuckles. “Ok Toy, I will bring sustenance for that sexual appetite of yours. Hold your orgasms though, until I come back, just keep her hot and wet till I get here, OK?”
“OK baby, but just for you sweet cock!” I watch his perfect little tushy walk through the door.
I hold the phone up and switch the loudspeaker off.
“Are you there still my little subbie cuckold?”
“Yes mistress.”
“My battery is getting low, so I am hanging up so that I can use it for taking pictures of your wifey’s perfect body being used and fucked by other men, and for that matter, by me. What are your rules till I bring your well fucked wife home tomorrow afternoon?”
“Tomorrow? Oh my god. Oh, ………………Sorry Mistress. Just seems like such a long time.”
“You’re the one that cheated and had an orgasm tiny cocked cuck. You should be glad I don’t keep her with me till next weekend when we are going to use her as a center piece at our big annual bash.”
“Oh my god, she is going to be used at a party!”
“Yes her body is gorgeous, and she sure loves to cum. Very sensual little woman honey. She will be perfect for all the men that night, and us women too, for that matter. I remember when I was the center piece. I could barely walk for a week, but god was I a happy little woman!”
“What happens at this party, I am not so sure I like this, Toy.”
“No longer your decision little subbie, you will now and forever more do as Sir George says. Never question his decisions again, is that clear?”
A long pause, I can hear his brain thinking!
“Yes mistress.” His voice is subdued as he realizes his life has irrevocably changed. But clearly he can’t stop himself from liking the idea of his beloved wife being the center of all those people as they use her body sexually. His fantasy is coming true, and he can no longer stop it. His wife’s body is no longer his, it is hers, and he both loves and hates the idea.
“You should know two things, subbie. First, we will never make her do anything she does not want to do, OK?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“AND……..We will be using her tomorrow afternoon when we bring her home. So make yourself scarce when we get there. If you want to watch, be naked and in the closet of your marital bedroom. We will be breaking in your marriage bed with stranger’s cummies.”
“OH GOD!”
“You need to get used to the fact that many people will use her there from now on, and that you should never get in the way, so make sure you don’t. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress.” His voice trembles from both anxiety and excitement. The future is very uncertain for him now, and it scares him terribly while at the same time it excites him beyond belief.
“Make sure that the house is clean, and the sheets are clean, and the bed is made.”
I hang up.




“OUCH!”
I look at her newly conscious face and smile at her.
“Almost done sweetheart.”
“What are you doing to me?” She sits up in the tub. I see her hand disappear below the water, and feel her pussy. “Oh my god, my pussy is smooth! Did you shave me?”
“No sweetie, I plucked you while you were passed out in your petite moiré.” I giggle.
“What on earth is that?”
“When you have a very intense orgasm, sometimes your body does not supply enough blood to your brain, then you pass out. It does no harm and is actually a huge compliment to your lover.”
“And that happened to me?”
Smile. “Yes honey, you went out like a light.”
“I remember watching his penis enter me, then starting to shake and wiggle.”
Her face grows pensive and her eyes look at my face for awhile.
“Was that an orgasm?”
I nod and smile at her.
“God! Let me have more!..................Incredible!”
“Lie back down so that I can finish you up before Sir George comes back.”
“Sir George?”
“Yes baby, he is a Dom, like I was telling you about. Remember?” She nods.
“We show respect by calling him Sir George. He expects you to do it now as well, because he has taken you as his little toy.”
“Toy? Are you his toy too?”
My face breaks into a huge grin. “Your question is your answer. Welcome to the group, Pussy Toy! We are both owned by Sir George now. You will love it. I do, I would not have it any other way baby.”
Her face shows both interest and concern.
She lies back, and I continue removing the last little short hairs by her precious little opening.
“That feels both good and hurts at the same time.”
“It is the pain/pleasure response we have as women. You will learn to love the feeling of soft hands caressing you as they pluck you baby.”
“What else does this mean, that I am owned by Sir George? And how does this affect my marriage, Toy?”
“Well……..this is all totally voluntary honey. You never will have to do anything that you don’t want to. NEVER! OK?”
She nods, listening intently.
“But, that said, I love being owned, because I feel so free. I AM so free. The responsibility of what will happen to me is his, and I don’t have to worry about it. Like, when I go to a party, he tells me what to do and when to do it, and I just do it. It is great!”
“Like ….. what does he tell you to do?”
“Oh, like have sex with that woman, or fuck that man, or give him a blow job, or bring me a drink. That kind of thing. ……………There, all done. Feel it now.”
Her hand reaches down and her fingers caress her mons, then her soft, thin little lips, as she explores her new self. A smile grows on her face.
“God, so smooth and soft.”
“Yes and no scratchies either! It’s great, huh?”
Her lips curl up into a smile. “It feels so sexy. I feel slutty touching myself like this, and so free, like I am a little girl again.”
“Also baby, no more bras, and no more panties. We are naked under our clothing whenever Sir George is with us.”
The light dawns. “So that is why you had no panties on in the car!”
“Yep, and wasn’t it exciting when you saw my smooth bald little body staring at you?”
“You did that on purpose didn’t you?”
“Yeah baby,” I chuckle.
“So you are telling me that these “Parties’ are orgies where we have sex with lots of people?”
“Some of them are honey. Some of them are just regular parties. Some of them are a night of everyone making love to each other, and some of them we will be the entertainment, everyone doing us, and some of them will be us in the back bedroom taking whoever walks through the door, or what ever else Sir tells us to do.”
I watch her face closely. Her emotions flicker across it quickly. They cycle from shock to intrigue, to shame, to desire. Finally the emotional transitions slow, and her eyes seek mine.
“How do we make sure we don’t get venereal diseases?”
“Excellent question baby. Good question. Every one in this group is required to be tested the week before the party, or any other contact, and to provide proof in writing of being clean at the party, when they enter. When you can have all the sex you want at the parties, they tend not go out in between parties, for the most part. And, believe it or not, most of them are straight eight professional people except at the parties. No drugs are allowed at parties other than alcohol. Not even cigarettes are allowed.”
“When is Sir George coming back to us?”
“He has to take care of his other guests, then he is going to bring us supper.”
“Will we have sex with him again?”
“Do you want to honey?”
“Oh god! Yes! He has like a perfect body and face. His hands turn me on so much! God, I was SO turned on! For the first time in my life. I want to have sex with him for the rest of my life, every day, every night!”
Monik is clearly on board our train steaming toward that place called Pleasure.



I offer her my hand, and she rises from the water, her body now smooth from her neck down. She steps lithely from the tub and I dry her exquisite body with tender caring caresses.
“Toy, should I really use those four letter words?”
“Fucking A baby. Let yourself loose those inhibitions that your mother and grandmother and her grandmother taught you. Four letter words are almost invariably the ones that best describe the thing needing describing honey. Think about it, what word better describes shit than the word ‘shit.’ Same way with our bodies, cunt is certainly the perfect description of our pussies, right?”
“Well, when you put it that way………………….” Her giggle has new lusty tone to it.
We return to the wonderfully decorated combination bedroom-living room of the cottage. It is now totally dark outside. We leave the curtains open. The window acts as a huge full length mirror. It also still acts as a huge window if you happen to be standing outside. Monik seems oblivious to the potential of that.
She stands before it, softly stroking her new baldness, admiring her newly revealed form. She parts her thin lips and watches how her hand looks there. One hand strays to her breast as the other remains below. I watch with baited breath as she stimulates herself in full view of anyone standing outside.
Her breasts begin to rise and fall as she moves into her own first reverie of masturbation. Her eyes close and her fingers complete the magic of self arousal. Her breasts begin to heave and her chest convulses in gasping attempts at breath as she cascades over the waterfall of orgasm. I catch her as her knees give out, laying her gently on the bed. I kiss her lips as she lays there, her eyes open but seeing nothing.
My hand cannot restrain itself, and it moves to her smoothness. My mouth strays to her nipples. They respond into my nibbling, suckling lips, as if telling me that they are mine.
Her eyes close again and she lets me move her along that same path of sexual response. Soon her body can no longer restrain itself, and her orgasm this time causes her to utter mumbling shrieks of delight. Even during her moment of delight, I continue to stimulate her, and her orgasm slows then rushes again to an overwhelming peak of super consciousness. Still I continue to play her violin of sensation till she becomes a writhing shrieking nymph of sexual debauchery. She passes out in the brilliant light of self discovery.
I cover her body with the sheet to stave off any chill. Her face is that of an angelic host. She looks again like the teenager she had described, relaxed, no wrinkles of worry. Her fear of losing her husband, her concern of being a “real” woman, are gone.




“Should I let him impregnate my Toy?”
“What are you doing for birth control now?”
“Weeeeeeell,…………………….nothing! I stopped it five years ago when it became clear that my husband could not have sex with m……………..would not FUCK me! THERE! I FUCKING SAID IT!”
A pause.
“FUCK that felt good Fuck Toy!”
“It does, doesn’t it. Letting go. Saying what we really mean. Not mincing any words. Just letting ourselves by ourselves. I feel so free since I started doing that.”
“You? You use to be like me?”
Giggle. “Yes baby. I was once a hung-up, worried, paranoid little woman. Then I met Georgi, ooops, Sir George, and together we have traveled this road of self discovery. And here I am. Happy, uninhibited, sexy, and with you, a gorgeous woman that has started her own road of discovery.”
“Sir George was hung up?”
“Well, no. He was always a free spirit since I met him, but he has grown a lot just the same. But his understanding that he was a Dom is new since me. And the group is new, we started it.” My smile is not quite a smirk, but it is certainly proud of its accomplishments.
She is still lying on the bed, covered with the sheet.
“Fuck Toy?”
“Yes my little Pussy toy!” My eyes twinkle as she looks at me.
She decides I am not mocking her, but instead accepting her as an equal. She smiles mischievously.
“Teach me how to pleasure you? Please?”
Oh my god! That is music to my ears!
I slip under her sheet and put my arms around her. “Just start touching me wherever you wish, and if I want you to do something else, I will tell you. Just play with my body where you would want me to play with you, OK?”
“Deni?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Are we sinning?” The question at last.
Her hands have stopped touching me. Her body is lying still and desolate. She is suddenly alone and out of touch.
“Baby………”
Her face turns to me in abject horror at the thought she may be sinning now.
“Let me answer this in a round about way, OK? Then I will tell you why I feel so certain that what I am going to tell you is right, OK?”
She relaxes slightly, then nods.
“Are you familiar with the mating habits of the goose?”
She shakes her head no. A quick head shake of rapt concentration.
“Geese mate for life. Once they mate, find their mate, they are forever true blue. They never ever change mates. Even if their mate dies, they do not find a new mate. That is universally true for both male and female.”
“God, really?”
“Yes baby. God could have made us that way too, but he didn’t. I believe god is nothing if not logical, quantum mechanics aside.”
“What does that mean?”
“I am just saying that if god wanted us to mate for life, he would have made us that way. IF god had wanted us to only have sexual sensations with the opposite sex, he would have made us that way. IF god had wanted us to not be able to feel pleasure in our rump, he would have made us that way. IF god had made us so that we could not experience orgasm with an animal, he would have made us that away.”
“An animal?!!!”
“Yes baby, an animal.” I realize too late that I probably should have left that till later.
“In any case, I believe god made us the way he wants us. Just like he did with the geese.”
“So your saying that if it feels good, do it?”
“No, not quite. I think that you have to apply one more criteria.”
“What is that?”
“Love. The imperative of Love. Not physical love, but heart Love. I am saying that if I made love to you, and if that act of making love to you is not in your best interest, it is wrong, no matter whether it feels good to us or not.”
“Give me an example.”
“Lets say that I when I talked for a long time to your husband last night I found out that he is the type that can not handle the fact that we are having sex together. Lets say he found out and divorced you. Would that be in your best interest? I think not. I would have been selfish, you would have been selfish. We would have been dishonest, especially with your husband.”
“Your saying that we would not have been acting with love.”
“Exactly!”
“But since my husband has wanted this since he was , well, a long time ago, we have acted with love by giving it to him.”
“Don’t forget that you want this too, sweet Pussy!”
She giggles with the sound of a tinkling bell.
“I did didn’t I? FUCK, lets be honest, since we are talking about honesty, I do want it, don’t I?”
Her tinkling giggle again. Her eyes sparkle as she looks at me.
“And the reason you’re so sure of this?”
“Well, you are already lying down, so hang on.”
“Hang on?”
“Yes baby, hang on”
She actually does grab the sheet.
“I have died twice.”
“NO SHIT!”
I can actually feel her brain thinking this through. Her eyes lose their focus for a few seconds.
Her words tumble out spilling over the top of each other. “My god, tell me what it felt like, tell me what happened after you died, tell me….”
I put my hand over her mouth.
I tell her my experiences with god, how I felt incredible Love, how I realized that god WAS Love. How I realized that if what I did was done with Love, it was not a sin, not wrong.
“Wow!” is all she can say.




Under the sheets, her hands begin again to explore my body. I surrender my body to her and she caresses me with the naïve softness of a new lover. I revel in her inexperience. I absorb her earnest attempts at pleasuring me. Her hesitation to touch my private parts allows me to smile in understanding as I remember my first bi experience.
She touches me with such sincerity that I have to respond. I move my hands to her silkiness and I caress her where I know she will most enjoy it. She begins to mimic my movements and touches. I begin to soar.
Mmmmmmm.
Knock, knock, knock. , Sir is here again. I kiss her deeply, passionately; my tongue explores her mouth as Sir enters our cottage and begins to set up our dinner. The smells of the food are too much. We both rise and walk unashamedly naked to the table stacked with the source of the delicious smelling scents.
We eat ravenously, watching Sir as he revels in our appreciation of his cooking, and the sight of our naked bodies.
He opens the Chablis and serves us with white napkin in place. I sample the wine, sniffing it and sipping, then swishing my mouth with it, letting the taste settle, and then swallowing.
“Excellent, Sir George!”
He fills our wine glasses to about one inch.
We settle back and enjoy the wine. He joins us.
“Well, my little Pussy, how are you liking this day of exploration?”
She lowers her head in embarrassment. “OK.”
“Just OK? Are you liking your time with my little Fuck Toy, my dear?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl. Perfect. I have to tell you that I have very much enjoyed getting to know your body. I would also like to get to know you, too, my little Pussy.”
“OK.”
Sir asks questions of Monik and gets her to relax over the next hour or two. Soon she is as comfortable with him as I am. Her body relaxes and her face re-assumes that remarkable vitality that had first attracted me to her.
Then, “So, Pussy, how do you feel about my owning you?”
“Well………………………………………….”
A long pause, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. He waits her out. His eyes do not move from her face, her eyes. His face is soft, caring, and responsive. Finally she looks up and sees a friend sitting there, not a mean or hard man.
“I have lots of questions.”
“I can certainly understand that. Ask away, and we will work through this issue by issue, question by question. No question is out of line, no question is stupid. Just ask anything you want to know. Anything.”
By ten o’clock she has exhausted her list of questions.
“I think I would like to be owned by you Sir George, if this is what it is like. Toy told me that it is lots of fun and very rewarding. So yes! I would like to try it. Do I need to ask my husband first?”
This time I answer her. “No Pussy, he already knows. It will take a while for you to understand the new relationship you have with him, but this is what it is like now, as far as he is concerned. You make the decision of who is to use your body, he has no say at all. You make the decisions as to what his role will be in your sex life. He has no say. Your body is yours, not his, he has no say about it. He wants it this way. It turns him on to not have any control of your body. It turns him on to know that his penis will never enter you, nor will he be allowed to even try again, not ever, unless you specifically ask him to. He will perform what ever task or request you have. It is your job to make sure he does. He wants your marriage to be this way. In other words, you wear the pants in the family.”
Sir fills in, “So, Pussy. Tomorrow when you get home, and you two are alone again finally, you are to tell him how it is going to be. If the rules ever need to be changed to make you happy, then you will tell him how they are changed. For instance, if you take a hankering to a man, and you want to have sex with him, you can take your lover to a hotel, or take him home, and either have hubbie leave, or watch, or suck your lover’s cock to make him ready for you. Your husband is yours to guide, order around, made to obey you. This is what will make him happy.
“Pussy, you must understand something; this is NOT ‘taking’ on your part, it is ‘giving’ on your part. You are showing him love by being willing to do this for him. And he will be forever grateful. This is how he will feel loved by you.”
“Wow.”
We sip our wine in silence as it sinks in.

The Journey

The Journey Day One
Copyright Deni Wom 2006

As the small town disappeared behind them, the young couple continued to be far too bashful to talk about anything of consequence. Instead they commented politely to each other about the weather, the potential for a good harvest in the fall, given that the spring seemed to have much rain, and many other polite conversational issues of little consequence.

When they came to the turn in the road that required them to cross a local stream, the lovely young woman kicked her feet, splashing the handsome young man she was with. She broke into peals of laughter, her brown sparkling eyes flashing merriment and exuberance, as he spluttered, then laughingly splashed her back after he had recovered from the shock of the cool water. As they giggled at their harmless mischief, they again took the measure of each other

A couple of hours later, the young woman indicated that she needed to walk a spell. Dutifully her husband helped her onto her feet. She lovingly held onto his strong arm as they walked across the rock strewn landscape.

It was the first time in their almost one year of marriage that they had physically touched each other when not in the presence of others. Her breast, heavy and ready for nourishing a child, caressed his bicep as they walked. The softness of her breast caressing his arm caused the young man to feel his loins jump with passion for his lovely vivacious bride. Yes, they both felt the thrill of that first touch course through their eager ripe young bodies.

The young woman looked sideways at her husband’s simple homespun robe. It had tented wonderfully when her breast had touched his arm. She smiled, satisfied.

They were both still virgins.

Their local customs prohibited them from doing “what married couples do” for one full year. It had been a very long year for them both. Not because they did not enjoy each others company, but because they both desperately wanted to make love with each other. They wanted to experience that wonderful god given consummation of physical and mental intimacy. They wanted to fulfill God’s FIRST commandment: “Go forth and multiply.”

They were both eagerly looking forward to the end of their obligatory celibacy.

Thankfully, this craving to make love to each other on their first time of being alone together was made a little easier by the fact that the young woman was heavy with child. Indeed, her Precious Baby was due in less than a month. But their government officials had required them to travel a long distance to be counted. The young couple had to travel to the place that the husband had been born.

The young man shyly looked at his bride from under his long thick eyelashes. His dark eyes smiled at her, telling her that he adored her. Her answering smile was full of life, full of the essence of love . . . . . and respect.

They had first met, oddly enough, at the river when they had both gone down to bathe. Being naked together as children was normal for them, and for the society in which they had grown up. But that was years before.

Now they were grown. The young woman had been included by the other woman in the rituals of the red tent for several years now.

But then, of course, being pregnant now, she no longer needed the rituals of the red tent. She often missed the close repartee of the women in the close, familial caring provided by the red tent. However, being pregnant, she was not permitted to be exposed to the millennia old tradition of protecting pregnant women from blood.

The young woman’s full shapely body had ripened beautifully. Her husband had watched her mature into a delightfully happy, lithe young woman, a young woman of unquestioned character, a young woman who was clearly very intelligent and very comely.

Her husband had desperately wanted her for several years by the time he had attained the dowry money to ask for her hand.

The young woman had been delighted that her father had accepted the young man’s proposal for her to marry.

And now they were alone, together, starting their lives together. They were both delirious with expectation and love.




As the day wore on the young woman, as all pregnant women do, had to make frequent calls of nature. Her husband helped her each time, turning his back to her as she used him to brace herself. Then, she being embarrassed by her inability to get up after squatting, he would help her as he kept his eyes carefully diverted.

She greatly appreciated both his help and his solicitous attitude toward her privacy. Yet, as the day wore on and they become more and more used to each other’s presence, she became less and less concerned about her privacy with him. She decided that it was because she trusted him. That thought brought a sweet smile to her lips.

The young man caught her smile. It was a little different than her public smile. It were as though she had entertained a private thought, and the thought had brought her satisfaction.

After another half hour of travel, the young man had to find a place to relieve himself along the barren rocky trail. He had held his urge for as long as he dared. There were no trees to hide behind, and he was embarrassed to do such a private thing in her presence. His nervous gaze as he looked for a place of privacy caused her to chuckle silently.

Finally, feeling guilty that her husband was obviously suffering in order to protect her innocence, she urged him “Husband, I will avert my gaze for you. Go ahead and visit your place, sweet man.” And she had turned her face away from him.

The young man scampered over the rocks far enough to be less audible, and then breathed a sigh of relief as his water poured forth.

She had hummed softly to herself as he stood erect and proud, doing his private business.

The rest of the day was a repeat of the periodic need for her to walk, and for them to do as God had designed them.

That evening, as the young man gathered the scraps of wood he had collected from short scrubby bushes through out the day, the young woman prepared unleavened bread to cook over the small fire.

After their simple meal, they lay down to rest. She had smiled privately as the young man had prepared her blanket for her. “Husband, you may lie beside me tonight, so that we may keep each other warm.”

They had both blushed as they thought about what they hoped would happen soon. Only a few more months of their enforced celibacy.

His strong arms around her felt wonderful. He cradled her belly, whispering his love to her as they snuggled for the first time.

“My sweet wife, what did you think of when I helped you do your nature today?” he suddenly asked. He had blurted it out so quickly that he had not thought through his question. He flushed crimson when he realized how impertinent and caddish his question had been. “OH! Goodness! OH! I am so sorry about my question love!”

The young woman laughed in spite of herself. She tugged his arms tighter around her as she smiled then softly said, “Well, my sweet love, I was a . . . . . thinking . . . . ummmmmm.” She could not find the right words. In the gathering darkness, her face brightened to red at her uncharacteristically bawdy thoughts.

Finally she finished, “I liked that you were here for me all day today, sweetness. It would have been so frightening today if you had not been so close to me.” She thought for a few quiet moments, then added, “And my sweet strong husband, I would not be offended if you did not turn away from me when you water your gardens!” She smothered a giggle.

Her impish impertinence was rewarded by his growing lump rising against her backside.




The Journey Day Two
Copyright Deni Wom 2006

At first light the young woman was wakened by the sounds of her husband gathering up the meager items of their impoverished camp site. She roused herself, ready to help her husband get ready to continue their journey. Her husband urged her to rest yet a bit as he got things ready to travel, but she insisted that she was able to help.

His loving eyes watched her stiff movements as her body slowly regained a portion of its youthful litheness. He had gotten up with her four times during the night to help and protect her as she responded to the incessant calls of nature. He worried that she looked so tired.

As they made their way on down the trail, he asked her how she was doing, if she was going to be all right. Her voice carried no sound of complaint when she cheerily told her husband that she was fine and looking forward to seeing more of the Promised Land on their travels to his birth place.

His heart swelled in pride that his bride was so positive and upbeat in these less than wonderful moments.




Later that day, they came to a small river. They were both glad of the chance to wash their clothes and bathe. The young man stood guard to assure of his wife’s privacy as she bathed in the cool refreshing water. It never crossed his mind to peek at her. Such was their bond of trust.

When she had finished, she came up out of the water and slipped back into her homespun garments. The garment was now tight about her stomach where the baby seemed to be growing rapidly.

She smiled at her husband when she put her hand on his shoulder and told him it was his turn to refresh himself. Then she added, her smile turning impish, that she was going to enjoy watching him as he bathed.

The young man blushed bright red, but his manhood surged in pleasure. Partly his fig rising, he was embarrassed to remove his tunic and under garment in her presence. As she promised, her eyes cherished her husband’s body as it became visible to her loving gaze.

“You are most handsome, and easy to look at my husband!” she chirped teasingly after he was in the water.

She was secretly pleased by the fact that his dark fig had swelled in pride as she watched him disrobe. Her navel quickly wetted itself for his pleasures, even though they both knew they would not permit themselves the forbidden fruit from their secret gardens as of yet.



As they grew nearer and nearer to Yerushalayim, they began to pass other travelers, some obviously as poor as they were, and some that seemed to be very rich, traveling with a retinue of slaves and servants, and even soldiers to protect them.

They passed one caravan that was exceedingly well appointed. Standing respectfully out of the way along the edge of the road, the long spectacle held their interest until it had finally passed beyond the curve of the hill, out of sight. In the caravan were three men traveling in great majesty and pomp. They were obviously very wealthy, and were very well dressed. Even the servants and soldiers were well clothed. The couple noticed that the rich men’s garments were obviously from places other than the couple’s own homeland.

The young couple discussed and conjectured what land the wealthy men may have traveled from. Even the young man, despite having traveled this very road before, had never seen such opulence as that of the caravan.




The couple basked in each other’s unstated warmth, the loving wedded bliss of being together as the day wore by. The roads were becoming wider and better cared for now. Their proximity to the holy city of Yerushalayim became more and more evident as the miles passed slowly under their feet.




That night, when they again lay down, her husband snuggled up closely and held her gently, lovingly again. She had been looking forward to his loving embrace all day long. The knowledge that he would hold her lovingly all night had made the miles of travel on the stocky little long eared donkey pass more easily. She smiled luxuriously as they looked up at the sea of stars, glistening in the dark ocean of the night sky.

Her husband raised his hand and pointed toward the eastern sky. “Look, beloved! Look at those bright stars! See how very bright they are? So much brighter than the others! I have never seen the like of them! I speculate that they are stars of portent!” They both felt the chill of fear trace their spine.

About the middle of the night she again had to rise up.

After she lay down again, he put his arms around her protectively, lovingly. They lay there in the profound silence of the night.

After a few moments of contemplation, the young man asked his wife, “So, is it true, my love, that you enjoyed seeing me unclothed?”

There was an air of naïve innocence, an uncertainty in his voice. She turned her head toward him, having detected his unasked question.

“Yes my husband, I did. You have a fine appearance. I found you very pleasing to look at.” She paused for a few minutes. A night bird sand a few times as they lay there silent. Then she asked “What else is it you wish to ask your wife, my loving husband?”

The young man fondled her almost ripe, swollen belly distractedly. It was not the same soft caress he had shared with her the night before. She grew nervous, waiting for his words.

After a long while, he spoke again. “In my dream. . . . . the one that I told you of, the one when I was told about your being with child?” The young man paused as he gathered his thoughts. “I saw . . . . . ummm, . . . . . . . what I understood to be an angel standing between you and me. You were looking at me too, and . . . . . . . your eyes were so very, very sad!” The young man took a very deep though ragged breath, as if to stifle growing tears.

After a few moments, he regained control of his emotions. In a softer voice he continued. “The angel looked at me with fierce eyes. They were protective eyes also, protective of you. Yet, at the same time, the angel’s eyes were full of compassion for me. I . . . I . . . . I knew, even as he looked at me, that the angel could see the anger in my heart, my anger over what I thought was your betrayal of your promise to me.” His words poured out now, “Oh darling wife, when I saw your swelling belly I was so hurt!” The young man again paused, trying not to be swept by his tears. “Then the angel put his hand on my chest, he touched me very softly over my heart, and told me that I must forgive you, for it was Jehovah that had lain with you, not a mortal.” The young man burst into tears, unable to contain the hurt that still resided within his heart.

The young woman shifted awkwardly around, turning so she could hold him as he sobbed. The young man sobbed for some time.

“May Jehovah forgive me for my anger against him,” he finally said, his voice so soft that his wife only barely heard the words

Then, his voice stronger and more resolute, the young man continued, “The angel held his hand over my heart until my heart stopped beating fast in my anger. Oh wife, I was SO very angry with you! I feel so badly for not having believed in you, my sweet wife. Can you ever forgive me for doubting you?” His sobs and tears returned, but not as strongly as before.

She kissed him on his lips, her own mouth soft, loving. She held their kiss until her husband’s mouth softened as well.

She smiled in the darkness at him. “Of course my love! Of course I forgive you for your anger. I understand fully why you felt betrayed, believe me. The whole time I was with my aunt at her house I tried to figure out a way to tell you, . . . . so that you could understand. But how do you help someone understand that you are pregnant, yet still a virgin? I could understand no way to soften the blow for you.”

It was her turn now to feel deep sadness. After she had also regained control of her own tears, she continued, “Darling husband, I have wanted to tell you, thank you for deciding not to make accusations against me. The angel told me that you would not. But still, sweet husband, I only wish that I could have helped you know for certain that I had not lain with another man . . . . . that I have not been unfaithful to you.”

They lay in the sweet forgiving silence of the night for a long time, each filled with thoughts about how their lives had been turned upside down by the need their God Jehovah had of them.

The young woman felt more than heard her husband draw in breath as though to speak. When he did not, she gently queried him. “Ask your questions my husband. I will withhold nothing from you, my sweet man.”

The young man shifted uncomfortably, yet still did not speak.

“Speak my love, ask me what you will.”

He took a deep breath several times before he finally got up the nerve to ask her the question that lain upon his mind since the instant he had seen her with a swollen belly. “What was it like . . . . . you know . . . . .to lie with . . . . ? What was it like to lie . . . . . . to lie with . . . . . to be with . . . . with Jehovah?”




The Journey Day Three
Copyright Deni Wom 2006

It was just past midnight. The young woman lay there, trying her best to find the best way to answer her husband’s anxious question. She was fully aware that his ego, and his deep sense of love for her, required her to answer this question clearly and succinctly. She knew that this was one of the most important answers she would ever give. And, as with every thing she had done during her life, she would answer with total honesty.

She cleared her throat, then began. “Husband, I love you more than life. As you know, we have not yet even visited each other’s sensual gardens, . . . . . not yet, but we will soon, my sweet love.” She paused to think for a moment, then continued, “And when we do, it is important to me for you to know that no other man has ever visited my loving garden before you. I give you my sacred pledge, my husband; no one but you will ever pluck the fruits of my garden of love.” She paused again, her mind moving quickly, trying to evaluate each possible alternative sentence before she uttered her reply. Then the perfect way of explaining her experience came to her, as if by divine inspiration.

“My love, as you know, Jehovah created us to enjoy each others company, and to enjoy touching and kissing each other. If our own love, our own delightful travel on each other’s garden paths, is as wonderful as my happy experience with Jehovah, we have much to look forward to, my beloved husband. Jehovah, of course, did not touch me. My body remains yours, my husband. No man, save you, will ever have invitation to visit my bed chamber. Nor, my beloved, do I wish for any man but you.”

She kissed him again on his slightly parted lips as he waited breathlessly, fearfully, for her answer. “But to be fully honest with you, my love, I did experience pleasure when Jehovah’s spirit did come to me. The feelings, the sensations, were internal to my body, not external. But Jehovah, even though I did know it was Jehovah, gave me the vision that it was you, my husband, that was with me during those moments. We, you and I, made sweet love my husband, in my mind, and it truly felt as though you were with me fully and completely.”

“I passed through my garden gate of sweet bliss my husband, your touches guiding me to wonderfully thrilling sensations of love, of passion. Yes, passion my husband. And in my visions of you, you were as I witnessed today as you bathed. You see, my love, I have seen you, without your clothing, during my time with Jehovah. I saw your handsome body, your bashful nakedness, your timid smile and soft gaze of my nakedness, and I felt your touches, your entry and your expiration. I felt it all my sweet husband.”

“The experience has made me crave your further touches, darling of my heart. It has made me want you, fully and completely. I want all of you, just as Jehovah has made us to desire each other’s caresses and touches.”

She listened for his breathing, hoping it would give her insight into his feelings. His breathing was steady now, not anxious as before.

After thinking her gentle reassuring words through, the young man said, “I love you sweet wife, even more now than before. Jehovah surely blessed me when he allowed me to gain your promise. My heart is quieted by your answers. I am pleased you have experienced those sublime sensations that you speak of. While I envy you your experiences, I await our time to be together completely, my love.”




Within a few short hours of travel the next day, they approached the holy city of Yerushalayim.

The young woman was enthralled by the cities obvious grandeur and sense of history. She had heard many stories of the holy city, but it exceeded her expectations by far. The sheer size of the buildings made her eyes widen in awe. The throngs of noisy people made her uncomfortable. As they passed through the narrow streets with building towering above their heads, the couple could not help but notice the stench of so many people living closely together.

By the time they had passed through the city and out the far gate they were both glad to have the smells, noise, and bustle of the city behind them.

“Only a few short hours now until we reach Betlahem, sweet wife.” the young man said as they began to pass through a shallow valley just beyond the south walls of Yerushalayim.

He looked worriedly at the sky where clouds were gathering, threatening a storm. The freshening breeze off the huge sea to the west had him worried.

In an attempt to help him take his mind off his worries, the young woman asked “Tell me what your home town is like, my husband?”

Distractedly he replied “It is a town on a hill from which you can see a great dead lake as large as a sea to the east and a wonderfully fertile green valley to the north, beyond which you can almost see Yerushalayim. Betlahem was the city of King David’s choice for where to live and love over a millennia ago. Did you know that the book of Ruth was written about what happened within its walls? But truth be told, I have not been there for such a long time my sweet wife, that I cannot tell you with certainty what the town is like now.”

The young woman looked at where her husband pointed, and could see far off in the distance, under the gathering clouds, the town which was their destination. She sat resolutely atop the donkey, waiting as patiently as possible for their arrival at their destination. The baby had become increasingly restless over the last hour. She hoped the child’s arrival could wait until they had entered the town and found shelter.

The roads were now nearly choked with travelers, all seemingly in a hurry to get to where they were going. The majority were headed toward Yerushalayim, but many seemed also headed toward Betlahem.

The roads also carried a large number of Roman and local governmental soldiers now. The soldiers seemed to be eyeing everyone suspiciously. Frequently she would see them stop people, and rough them up a bit as they asked them bellicose questions. She wondered what they were looking for, or who. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach about what the soldiers wanted. She placed her hands protectively over her belly, as though to reassure the baby that he was safe.

The young man could sense his wife’s growing discomfort even though she did not give voice to her increasing sense of urgency to be off the animal in order to be able to pace as her body began its laboring. He urged the small animal to hurry, but of course was met with indifference from the animal. The donkey was already moving as fast as the plucky animal dared over the roads, carrying his sacred cargo.

As the couple entered the gates of the town, the young man began to search worriedly for a room in which they could stay. He was met with steadfast indifference to their needs. Indeed not only were there no rooms to be had, he could not have afforded the cost of the rooms anyway. There was far more demand for places of shelter than there were places of refuge.

Each time he would return from asking if an inn had a room for them, he would look worriedly at his young wife. She could no longer hide her pain as the laboring spasms increased in severity and frequency.

Finally, just before dark, the young man found a place that they could stay. It was inexpensive, and it was available. An elderly man had taken pity upon them when he looked at the young woman and saw her great with child, her face in the grimace of a labor pain.

The young man was utterly ashamed to tell his wife that the best he could find for the night was a lowly animal stable.

The young woman could see her husband’s humiliation as he walked dejectedly back toward her. She stiffly dismounted the animal and went to him, putting her arms around his waist and telling him how much she loved him. “Thank you sweet husband, for finding us this place to rest even though the town is well past full of strangers seeking shelter. This will suit us perfectly until you have registered with the authorities.”
Her thoughtful words seemed to ease the young man’s conscience. He helped her set up housekeeping, such as it was, and then built them a small fire outside. She tried to cook them a simple meal, but could not. The pains of coming labor were far too pronounced.

It was then that her water broke in a gushing cascade of wetness and muddle.




The baby was clearly close to coming now. The young man had searched at length for suitably sized and shaped stones on which his wife could squat as she neared delivery. He had taken the braided leather rope from the donkey’s halter and tied it above the birthing stones where she could hang from it in order to help maintain her balance and hold herself upright as she perched on the birthing stones during her wrenching labor spasms. The young man then placed clean straw between the stones.

The young woman’s face was a mask of pain now as her labor contractions consumed her. The young man worked feverishly, tirelessly to provide his wife with whatever help he could give her. She finally mounted the birthing stones as her pains became constant, unremitting, all consuming. Her hands gripped the rope as she hung there, her body convulsing in her final paroxysm of childbirth.



Just after midnight, a baby’s borning cry was heard to echo through the stable yard.




The Journey Day Four
Copyright Deni Wom 2006

The young man was doing his best to tend to all the unfamiliar things that must be done after the birth of a child. So much cleaning and tidying up, soothing fevered brow, and assuring the child is properly wrapped and protected from the night air.

It was not until the young man had finished his feverish tasks that he noticed there seemed to have been a great deal of light to aid him in his efforts. Looking up, he saw that overhead the heavy overcast had parted. The winds had stopped completely, leaving an unearthly stillness. There was a hole in the clouds through which an incredibly bright light was shining. He recognized the three stars they had seen the night before. The stars had surrounded the moon, completely full as it was, created a light nearly as bright as the sun.

Oddly enough, the brilliant light seemed to shine only near the small stable, including the stable yards. The clouds did not seem to be moving at all.

Then the couple heard murmurs from the darkness around the brightly lit stable. Several shepherds moved into the light, their eyes focused on the feed trough where the young man had laid his son as he busily did other necessary chores. They described having seen the brilliant shaft of light while they tended their flocks of sheep, guarding them from predatory animals.

The young woman was cooing to and caressing the wee baby. Hearing the voices and footsteps, she looked up, her face radiant in the brilliant moonlight with the love she had instantly felt for her perfect baby boy. She smiled at the shepherds as they stood there awkwardly, staring at her tiny baby.

To the shepherds, the young woman seemed framed in an eerie glow, her face and hair radiant in the night air. She seemed somehow holy, like an angel on earth.

The young woman beckoned to them, smiling at them, showing her willingness to allow them to come closer. Her heart and mind were filled with the import of what had just been wrought. The innocent Son of Jehovah was now lying beside her!

She smiled again at the shepherds as they crowded around the child. “His name is Jesus,” she said simply.

They all nodded at her, repeating the newborn’s name to each other. They periodically looked to the brilliant hole in the heavens, then at the nearby boundaries of the bright light, then again at the baby. There was no doubt in the shepherd’s minds that something extraordinary was happening here around them.

More sounds carried in from the darkness beyond the stable yard. They heard sounds of a Roman accent barking orders, then large animals being soothed, and then the baleful grunts of camels being forced down on their bellies, then muffled footsteps again drifted through the stable. Into the circle of light stepped three well dressed men. The shepherds scattered to the edges of the stable, making way for the obviously wealthy and most likely very powerful men.

The young woman looked at her husband. He nodded back at her, acknowledging to her that he too recognized the three men as the ones they had seen the previous day headed toward Yerushalayim! Their unique, expensive clothing was unmistakable.

In heavily accented speech, they asked if this was indeed the child foretold in the ancient texts.

The young woman smiled at them, then acknowledged that yes indeed, this was the Child of Jehovah, as confirmed to them by an angel.

The three wealthy men turned to each other and spoke excitedly in their foreign tongue. Then they twisted on their heels and beckoned to people that had been waiting beyond the periphery of the light with a throng of other people.

Three servants appeared, carrying large, wrapped objects. The servants came nearer, then stood slightly behind each of the well dressed men who were again staring in reverence at the newborn baby.

All three rich powerful men then bowed down in front of the hay manger that was cradling the baby. In unison they bowed their heads in utter reverence, chanting a sing-song incantation in their native tongue.

After a short while, they again stood up and motioned one by one to the servants patiently holding the large wrapped items. In turn, one servant after another laid a gift of great worth in front of the baby. The young couple had never seen such opulence in their whole life. The shepherds had bowed down when the powerful men did, but stayed in their posture of worship, their eyes wide with amazement at what the rich people had brought for this tiny baby.

The humble deference the rich and powerful men willingly conferred upon her baby brought tears to the young woman’s eyes. It would be the first of many memories that the young woman would cherish in her heart of hearts, and marvel at again and again.

Suddenly the assemblage heard a crisp crackling in the heavens above them. Every one’s hair began to rise, as if suspended by magic. Soon their hair was sticking straight out from their head. Looking up they saw that the clouds had now cleared, and in their place were long serpentine ribbons of light, shimmering brightly as the brilliantly colored ribbons seemed to dance across the heavens above them. Soon they could hear eerie humming, sing song sounds emanating from the heavens as the beautiful ribbons danced about, seeming to move in unison at times, then breaking apart into more ribbons of ethereal beauty. It was as though the angels had come to dance and sing to the newborn child.

No one had ever seen such beauty, nor heard such sounds, both hauntingly beautiful while at the same time sounding as if the heavens were singing as it danced.

The heavenly show of beautifully colored, dancing lights soon faded. The rich men and the shepherds wandered off to their own places of rest. By the time the light show was over, the young couple had reached their limit of endurance. The young woman wrapped her newborn baby in her cloak, then snuggled contentedly into her husband’s loving embrace. They slept soundly until franticly awakened by a Roman soldier just before daybreak.

His face was urgent, yet compassionate. He shook them awake, then in a forced, hushed voice said “Flee! Flee now before the others get here! Your baby is in great danger! Go, . . . go now! Take your boy child and go! Go far, far away!”

The frightened young Roman soldier then turned hastily and ran off into the night.




The Beginning . . . . .

Camping with Geeks - Parts One through Five

Camping with Geeks
Copyright 2006 by Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom

Sitting in the front passenger seat, her supple, curvy body was half turned around toward the back seat, her blouse gapping strategically open, allowing the boys in the back seat a wonderful view of the upper half of her delectable breast. They could not quite see her nipple, but they could definitely detect the beginnings of the pinkness that surrounded it. All three of them had an aching erection that they tried to hide by placing something strategically on their lap.

Her smile was infectious. Her subtle humor was distracting. Distracting in the sense that she kept looking at each of them, so her eyes passing from one to the other of theirs was keeping them from staring unabashedly at that delicious enthralling penumbra of pure enchantment that they all had dancing in their virgin minds.

Virgins. Yes, virgins. Seems like good looking women just didn’t like to get involved with geeks. In fact, NO women seemed to like the geekies. And these three were definitely geeks. The funniest joke all day, in THEIR opinion of course, was “What happens when Mr. Binary meets Ms Hex?” The answer of course was something akin to “64 bit Windows”. Whatever that meant! Lieza had no clue. It was so far over her head that she just smiled impishly and allowed her right shoulder to dip strategically forward a bit further, giving the boy sitting in the rear left most seat a fleeting glimpse of her protruding pink nipple.

The boy groaned softly, barely remembering to keep his geeky erection hidden. His virgin geek cock wanted a piece of her so bad he would have gladly recited the alphabet in binary to just kiss her casabas once. Hell, just to kiss her coy, impish lips would be worth that!

Yes, Roland wanted in the worst way to get his stiff geek meat out and beat off like he did every night and every morning in his parents bathroom. He has never been this close to a gorgeous, sexy woman as he was right now. He watched intently trying to see her nipple again.

She caught him staring and giggled when he blushed bright red.



After another half hour of showing off her chest to the guys, she put her seat-back down and curled up. The guys in the back seat could now see the enviable view of her chi-chis as they to spilled enticingly toward their bug-eyed stares. Every bounce and jolt of the car caused her mammaries to wiggle seductively, invitingly before their gawking eyes. All three of them kept licking their lips, their bonors pulsing in their rumpled khaki pants, their chests heaving in labored breathing. All of them were fantasizing what it would be like to fuck her till she screamed for mercy. They were all certain they could meet her needs, sure they could cock that juicy cunt of hers full of their geek cum till she was satisfied and fully theirs to fuck every night and every morning and every noon and . . . . . .

“So you guys want to look at with her naked tits while she sleeps?” Daryll glanced back over his shoulder briefly as he steered the car expertly down the road. His sneer of superiority was lost on them.

“No SHIT!? We can look at your cousin’s tits?” This was more than their boyish immature minds could comprehend. They were all in their last few years of college, but never in their lives had they had any chance to so clearly see a woman’s sexy tits. Women didn’t like geeks! Their bodies and birthdays counted them as men, but their sexual experience still demanded they be classified as boys.

Daryl chuckled and glanced back again at the three geeks in the back seat. “Sure, just wait until she gives a little snork like sound, and after that, I will lift up her blouse and you can all stare at her titties! After she makes that snork sound, you know she is deep asleep and won’t know what we are doing. My brothers and me used to do that to her a lot when we were growing up. I looked at her titties almost every night when she would come over to stay all night with us as kids.”

Just then the perfectly formed woman did indeed let out a “Snork!” and then began to breathe deeply.

Daryll reached over and pulled her blouse away from the curves of her body. All three guys in the back seat bumped their heads against each other as they suddenly sat forward to peer voyeuristically down the blouse of the gorgeous, perfectly shaped sleeping woman.

And there they were, for all the boys to stare at, her melons softly jiggling as the car rolled along the dirt road toward the camp ground they were headed to.

None of the three even tried to hide their cock-tenting erections any more. Their hands were caressing their khaki covered dicks as they stared at her creamy perfections, so round, so perfectly smooth, such beautiful pinkness around her nipples. And those NIPPLES! My GOD they were enticing!

Greg’s lips were drawn apart in a sleazy grimace. The spit in his mouth was now so copious he had to keep wiping his mouth to keep his drool from running down his chin.

Larry wanted to unzip his pants and slip his hand inside and caress his prick skin. Instead he simply gathered is cock into his hand and moved the fabric up and down his shaft.

Roland was the only one that took matters into his own hands. He simply unzipped and pulled his rod out and began to masturbate openly. He pulled his balls through his zipper opening and coddled them as he stroked his cock up and down, his eyes locked on Lieza’s large softly vibrating breasts. In his mind he was naked with her, his hands and mouth devouring her body, his cock already stuffed inside her, rocking her world like no man had ever rocked her before. In his mind he watched her begin to beg for him to fuck her harder. Unable to hold himself back, his cock began to fire cum spurts, spotting his shirt and trousers with his own cream.

Greg watched the other two toying guys with themselves, too shy to do anything like what Roland had just done. But he could smell their sperm now. It smelled so differently than his own familiar smell. Much more gamey, more wild.

Suddenly Larry stiffened and groaned. His hand seemed to move furiously, then suddenly a wet spot began to grow at the apex of the tent in his pants. Larry groaned softly and held his body stiff as he convulsed slightly.

“So you guys all done cumming from watching Liez’s tits then?” Daryll laughed. It turned out to be a more self conscious laugh than he had intended. To cover his vulnerability, he put his hand right on her tit and began to caress her wonderfully sexy pulchritude.

“Oh god damn son of a bitch,” moaned Roland. “Shit I wish I could touch her titties like that!

Daryll grinned, then said “Well guys, I tell ya what, tonight after we hit the sack, lets see what other things we can do tonight after she snorks! Know what? I member one time my oldest brother actually fucked her cunt while she slept. Maybe we can do that tonight after she is out.”

Greg suddenly felt his stiff cock lurch and then sperm he had been trying to contain begin to spurt spontaneously out of his balls, wetting his underwear, and then soaking through his khakis. “SHIT!” he muttered under his breath.

Daryll suddenly reached down and pulled the front of Lieza’s short skirt up around her waist. And there before their very eyes, the geeks feasted on a real woman’s mature, naked, shaved cunt lips! “Want some of this boys? Want some of this cunt?”




Camping with Geeks Part Two
Copyright 2006 by Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom

Daryll let the horny young men in the back seat stare at Lieza’s bald cunt and jiggling tits for most of the rest of the drive to the campground. Once he stuck his fingers up inside her pussy and then let the guys smell his still wetted fingers. Once again their heads had collided as they all three tried to smell her scent at the same time.

Then, when they were about ten miles from the campground, the delectable sleeping woman had emitted another sharp, sudden “Snork!” and started to stir.

Daryll had immediately smoothed her skirt down and then pulled her tight stretchy blouse up from under her breasts where it had been riding as the other young men stared at her shimmering wiggling naked titties. Somehow her nipples had stayed hard, erect as a 45 caliber bullet through the whole car ride.

All three guys in the back seat sat back with a groan. All three were hard again, envying Daryll’s be able to touch her in so sexual a manner. When Lieza sat up and rubbed her eyes, they all self consciously recovered their tenting penises. They all wondered if they would indeed touch their first cunt tonight, their first female breasts. GOD! And THOSE tits might be the first ones! They all furtively glanced at her shape again as she turned to survey the camp site.

“OH LOOK! Let’s camp at that one! It is right next to the lake and look at the view! Oh let’s camp there! We can all go skinny dipping to wash up and refresh!”

The sudden prurient visions in their mind were those of being given the chance to skinny dip with a woman that tits like THAT!

As the car pulled to a stop in the camp site, she sprang from the car and ran toward the water. As she ran she stripped off her blouse and then, at water’s edge, pulled her little mini skirt down and plunged headlong into the blue still water shrieking in hilarious gaiety.

‘OH MY GOD!’ was all the men could think as they watched her nubile body moving in all its feminine swiggling glory, suddenly petrified to remove their own clothes, she might see their cocks and laugh at them, after all.

Then, as if in slow motion, Roland said “Fuck it all!” and ran toward the beach, removing shoes and clothes in a stream of hopping, straddling, waddling wanderings, his clothes strewn in a zigzag line of growing lust.

The other men could see his cock waggling and flopping up against his belly as he splashed toward Lieza.

Lieza stood up, facing him, her incredible body shiny in its glorious naked wetness. She dashed toward him and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. As the cavorting couple twisted and fell into the water, the other men could see his hard cock pressed up against her pussy and asshole.

“OH MY FUCKING . . . . . “ Larry tore his clothes off and followed Roland into the water hoping to feel his own cock pressed against such an incredible body as hers. He was not disappointed when Lieza stood back up and flung herself onto him as well. Her firm flat stomach and pussy captured his cock and held it tight against her stomach as they too twisted into the water in a huge happy splash.

Greg stood there watching, wondering what would happen if he ever found the courage to act so impulsively. Impulsiveness is not a trait geeks allow to surface easily. But there were his class mates, naked, in the water with the most beautiful and shapely woman he had ever seen. And she was rewarding them for their impulsiveness by allowing them to touch that incredible body, touch her, and hold her, and let their pricks press against her cunt!

GOD!

What if she laughed at his cock?

Daryll, kneeling on one knee, was watching him. Greg fidgeted, nervous, embarrassed he was too chicken to doff his clothes and be naked with that incredibly sensual woman. Naked woman. Gorgeous big titted bald cunted delectable sexy woman. GOD! He hated his paralyzing fear. But no matter how much he willed himself to move, he stood there rooted to his footprints.

Daryll finally laughed and stood up, then strode off to set up camp.

Greg decided to go help Daryll rather than face his stupid childish fears and go skinny dipping with the woman that he was now certain he would love for the entire rest of his life.




Daryll cooked steaks over the open fire for them all. He had the knack of getting them just the right amount of doneness.

After dinner, Greg found himself standing next to Lieza as they did the wash-up and clean-up. She was constantly rubbing against him as they stood at the dishpan full of soapy water. She kept asking him questions, which made him stutter as he tried to answer. His cock was hard the whole time they were working together.

Finally the dishes and cooking utensils were clean and put away. Greg instantly missed being close to her as she padded over and sat next to Daryll. She put her cheek on Daryll’s thigh and smiled at them all as they chattered on and on about geek stuff.

They all intensely watched her arm and hand as she wrapped it under Daryll’s thigh. Her hand reappeared on his upper thigh. It looked like her arm was against his cock as she snuggled contentedly against his leg. Daryll squirmed a bit as her wrist moved slightly back and forth.

Suddenly she unwrapped her arm from around his thigh, stood up, pulled her top over her head, and asked if they all wanted to go skinny dipping again. Her breasts were so starkly, beautifully revealed in the firelight that the men just sat there, their mouths hanging open, and stared at her utter perfection. She bent down and slipped her thumbs under the waist band of her skirt and lowered it as the men held their breath. She slowly, modestly stood back up, her shoulders back, her flat well-muscled stomach sharply defined in the dancing light of the fire. She slowly turned back and forth so they could all see her profile and shape.

Her body was obviously on display to anyone watching from around the campground, She stood there looking from each young man’s strained face to the next. Finally she walked deliberately to the lake, her ass swaying back and forth, and waded in. The men watched her perfect shape disappear under the moonlit water.

Suddenly Roland leapt to his feet and stripped off his bathing suit, then his shirt, and splashed in after her. Larry went right after him. Laughing delightedly, Lieza met them at the water’s edge and again wrapped her arms and legs around both of them. Greg could see their hands on her sexy firm swaying breasts as they again toppled in a three-way tryst into the water. Shrieks and laughs wafted over the water to Daryll and Greg as they sat there.

Daryl was watching Greg again as Greg stared at the threesome in the moonlit lake. It made Greg very nervous to be watched by someone. He could feel his face burning in shame. What the hell was he doing sitting here by the fire, when the most gorgeous sexy woman in the world was in the lake naked wishing he would join her? What the hell indeed!



“So, guys, if one of you guys will put your hand on one of the other guys’ cock and stroke it till he comes, I will let you put the head of your cock in my pussy!” Lieza looked hopefully from face to face. She was still naked as a jay-bird after getting out of the water. She had allowed her towel to fall away from those incredible tits of hers as she combed her hair. The men were so busy staring that it took a few seconds to register what she had said.

“No SHIT!!!!!!!!??” Roland mumbled.

“Yeah, honest, I will let the head of your cock stay in my pussy for a whole minute. But the guy has to cum from you jacking him off!” Again she looked from scared and nervous boyish face to scared and nervous boyish face.

No instant takers this time either, so she spread her legs and with one hand separated her pussy lips as the guys stared. “See, this is my pussy guys. Watch my fingers go where your cock head will go if you jack off one of the other guys!” She started to insert her fingers deep into her pinkness. Her breasts moved decadently aside as her bicep pressed against their firmness as she finger fucked her cunt in full view of anyone looking their way.

“OH MY GOD!” moaned Roland. “Dude, get your fucking cock out of your pants, I am going to stick my cock up her snatch! Get it out man! NOW!” Roland crawled over in front of Greg and started to wrestle his pants open. Greg was so taken aback that he just sat there, frozen, and watched his own pants be unzipped and a hand dive into his private part. Suddenly his cock was naked and a warm hand was stroking his cock in full view of his lady love. He watched her face as her eyes stared at his cock being wanked by another man. His lady love licked her lips sensually, her eyes glued on his pulsing prick, as he suddenly felt his cum starting to boil in his balls.

He was vaguely aware that he was doing something that he would be ashamed of himself for in a few minutes. But seeing the love of his entire life staring straight at his sex organ totally overcame his resistance. He began to grunt. Then he involuntarily bridged up on his hands and his feet and shot cum streak after cum streak of white sperm high into the air. His hips were pumping up and down and his cock was jerking with each ass wrenching shot of wetness was hurled into the air.

Roland kept stroking his cock even after Greg had stopped shooting cum. The men all watched as Greg’s last liquids ran over Roland’s fingers still stroking his softening cock shaft.

Thrilled, Lieza watched the display with wide delighted eyes. This was going to be easier than she had ever thought it was going to be!

She stood and went over to Roland, whose hand was still gripping Greg’s cock, the cum still covering his fingers as his eyes stared at his geek friend’s softening penis. ‘God, what did I just do?’ Roland asked himself.

Then he felt Lieza’s soft seductive fingers on his own stiff cock and forgot totally about what he had just done. She pulled his shorts down and took his rigid cock shaft in her soft sweet hands.

“Lie back baby! I’ll get on top of you and do all the work, OK?” And she did. The boys watched as their friend’s cock head disappeared inside the sexiest body they had seen, even sexier that in the Playboys and Penthouses they had lustfully read in shame when they found their father’s stash.

It was like watching Kim Bassinger fucking their best friend in real life! My god what a bod!

And there Roland’s cock was, stiff, hard, and being swirled around in that incredible body!

Lieza moved her hips horizontally in a circle as she watched Roland’s face as he stared at her plundered cunt lips, her bald, hairless, and perfectly formed cunt. A real cock fucking a real live cunt right there in front of them, in real life, a real woman, a real cock, and it was their friend’s cock, fucking the most beautiful woman they had ever seen in real life.

After what seemed like only a few seconds, Lieza stood up and proclaimed she was really horny now! “Who else wants their cock inside my pussy?”

Everyone’s hand went in the air, even Greg’s.

Lieza looked at Greg. “You sure?” she asked him? Greg nodded, his faltering eyes unable to meet hers.

Lieza looked at Daryl and told him to get his cock out. Daryll complied, his face flushing bright red, visible even in the orange glow of the fire.

“Now go over there and fuck Greg’s face honey!” Liez was looking straight into Daryll’s eyes as she spoke. Daryll flushed bright red again, then got up and went over to Greg.

“Suck it man. Suck my cock like you’re a faggot!” Daryll’s red contorted face showed he was not a happy camper.

He thrust his cock into Greg’s upturned open mouth and again ordered him “Suck me off asshole!”

Greg’s hands slowly rose to hold the hard prick that was impaling his face. His mouth closed around the cock that was somehow suddenly in his mouth. His eyes sought Lieza’s face, as if to say ‘I am doing this for you, my darling sweet love!’

Liez squatted beside him, putting her naked breasts against his cheeks as he sucked the cock in his mouth.

Her sweet loving hand descended to his still soft penis. She softly ran her fingers up and down his shaft, watching his cheeks fill and hollow as he sucked Daryl’s stiff cock as it filled and emptied his suckling orifice.

Daryll began to grunt as he rammed his cock in and out of Greg’s mouth cunt. OH FUCK THIS FEELS GOOD! DAMN! Getting a fucking blowjob in front of my . . . . . my . . . .. oh GOD!” and he began to ejaculated inside Greg’s gobbling voraciously sucking mouth.

Greg was totally unprepared for the sperm that was squirting inside his mouth. He simply stopped doing anything except gulp cum. Thank god Daryll’s cum was not plenteous, allowing Greg to swallow it all without gagging.

Daryll stood there, his knees weak and wobbly from cumming for the first time in another man’s mouth. In ANY mouth, for that matter. He swayed back and forth as a frantic Lieza pushed Greg back on his elbows, then mounted his stomach, using her own hand to guide the head of his cock into her wet needy gash. She sank onto his cock in one long slide of pent up lust. Her eyelids began to flutter and her eyes passed into the back of her head.

She began to bounce on Greg’s cock as her face shone like an angel’s in the firelight. Larry watched her transform into a frantic angel of lust. Her belly rose and fell on the prick inside her, her mouth in an open “O” of ecstatic fulfillment.

She rode Greg like a bucking horse at a rodeo. Greg, unprepared for the incredible sensations of a woman’s cunt pulsing and squeezing his cock, could not last, and began to shoot sperm into Liez’s randy squeezing suckling cunt.

A low growl of lust escaped Lieza’s mouth as she raised her head to howl in animalistic lust at the full moon overhead. Her orgasm shook her to her core. Her pussy began to flood in wet eruptions of female spurtings. She finally collapsed onto Greg’s chest, her body heaving for breath.

Greg’s arms gave out and he collapsed onto his back in the dirt of the camp ground.

Their bodies stayed bonded until Lieza, many moments later, finally regained consciousness.

She smiled softly, then looking up at Daryll, murmured, “Thank you sweetheart! I love you baby!”




Camping with Geeks Part Three
Copyright 2006 by Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom

Daryll looked at Lieza and wondered if he had heard her correctly. There she lay, sprawled naked over another man, a geek at that, his cock still plugged into her pulsing snatch, his fresh hot cum beginning to run out of her newly serviced vagina.

And she had said ‘I love you?’ To him?

What the HELL!

But GOD what a body she had!

The first time he had ever laid eyes on her she had been dirty dancing with about three men in the middle of a crowded dance floor. The men’s hands had been all over that incredible body of hers.

Cousin. That had been his face saving way of not having to admit to the three geeks that he was head over heels in love with that gorgeous slut from the first time he saw her. No, she wasn’t a cousin. Anything but!

At the dance that night she had wryly watched his eyes watch her getting groped and fondled by man after man.

He had finally gotten up the nerve to ask her to dance.

Incredibly nervous, he had walked over to the booth she had been sitting at and had found her sucking blissfully on a man’s cock. She had looked up at him, her mouth still voraciously sucking, her face soft in its intense sexual arousal. She had not even blushed as she sort of smiled around the cock shaft in her mouth.

Daryll’s own cock had lurched to stiffness as he stood there, not believing what he was looking at. There she was, in public, in view of half the fricking bar, the woman that somehow had his heart in her hand, sucking another man’s cock!

In his roiling mind, it had been a coin toss whether he followed his instincts and stomped off in a huff, or he took her home and fucked her till dawn. His first piece of pussy! Yes, it turned out that his cock had been in control that night. He had stood there politely, hard as nails, watching, until the man had tossed his cum into her delighted throat, then, after she had swallowed and smiled and sloppily kissed the asshole she had given the blow job to, Daryll had asked her to dance.

And they had danced every remaining dance together that night. And Daryll had enjoyed himself more than he had ever enjoyed himself before. Her flashing eyes, her smile, her incredible body, and the fact she could be a stand in double for Kim Bassinger, soon had him eating out of her hand.

During the band’s last break, she had taken him outside, and they had talked. Oh, Daryll had thought he was going to get to fuck her, but no, she had other things in mind. Talking.

Talking about her feelings. Talking about whether he liked her. Talking!

And then she had lowered the boom.

She told him that she liked him too much to allow him to fuck her tonight. Or any night until she was certain in her heart of hearts that he would be OK with her still being the proud uninhibited slut she was, and intended to be for the rest of her life.

So she had ended the evening by telling him to find three guys to take camping this weekend, and to invite them to ride along with them. And she told him flat out, that she was going to fuck them right in front of him, and enjoy them sexually, and watch him closely to see if he could handle it. See if he could handle her unashamed sexuality.

And so he had found three geeks, hoping against hope that she would find them so repulsive that she would not fuck them.

‘Fat chance’ Daryll reflected as he sat there watching the shy geek’s cum run out of his loved one’s sweet slutty cunt.



A little later, she had again invited the men to go skinny dipping with her. All three geeks were instantly heading for the silvery blue water, the moonlit lake, and rushed to fondle her voluptuous body, and finger fucking her randy cunt, and kissing her sweet pouty lips as they pushed and shoved and groped and romped. Lieza obviously adored every touch and fondle of it.

Daryll stood there wondering if he would ever get to fuck this woman, his girlfriend. Well. At least he THOUGHT of her as his girlfriend. He hoped she would end up being his girlfriend.

But then she had mouthed the words he suddenly realized that he so desperately wanted to hear. “I love you.” My god, did she? Did she really mean to say that? Did she really say that? Did she? He was as hard as a billy goat in mating season, surrounded by a hundred nanny goats in heat.

Had she really said those words to him? Or did he just want to hear it so much that he had interpreted her mouthings as saying that?

Daryll blinked and realized that all four of them, Lieza and the geeks, were staggering back up the beach, a geek on both sides of her and one behind her, all three horny fools trying their best to stick their fingers inside her pussy. And grope her swaying breasts. She was walking bow-legged so they would have a better chance to impale her cunt with their eager inexperienced fingers.

Daryll heard her tell them “Anyone that will suck another man off and swallow his cum can fuck me tonight.”

Daryll wondered if she had meant that he could fuck her if he sucked off another man

OH GOD! . . . . . . . . To have to suck a geek’s cock! YUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!

It was bad enough to think about sucking a virile man’s cock, but to suck off a geek?? OH GOD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

The foursome had no more than gotten back by the fire than Greg slammed to his knees in front of Larry and tired to suck his penis into his mouth. Larry tried to push him away, preferring of course to fuck Lieza rather than get his cock sucked dry of cum by Greg.

Roland was on his knees trying to capture Greg’s cock in his mouth. All three men were bound and determined to have sex with the woman of their fantasies and dreams. They began to compete with each other to get the other man’s cocks into their mouth. Fucking Lieza was worth any price, in their minds.

Lieza backed up, watching the increasingly competitive melee to suck the other men’s cocks with a silly grin on her face.

She her naked body bumped into Daryll. She looked up at him over her shoulder and smiled at him. She pressed her naked buttocks against his bulge, then kissed him under his chin. “God this is fun baby! Thanks for finding these men for me to fuck baby!”

Daryll realized that he had been hoping against hope all along that she would stop. That her bluff would be called and she would not fuck the geeks. He now saw with blinding clarity that he had been wrong. She would definitely fuck these guys and want him to watch. Hell, she wanted him to learn to suck cock!

She turned to look him in the face. “How are you doing with watching me be horn-dog randy self honey?” She kissed him softly her hand behind his head as she lingered at his mouth. He felt a swift sensual wet swipe of her tongue on his lower lip. He could not stop himself. He grasped her nakedness in his arms and held her naked body fiercely to his chest.

She began to move her hips rhythmically, repeatedly pressing her vulva against his bulge. “Are you going to suck off one of them so that you can fuck me too, baby?”

There! She had said it! He could fuck her tonight. All he had to do was suck off one of the geeks.

ALL!!!!!!!!??????????????

SHIT!

Daryll’s eyes began to focus on the cocks of the geeks. He had never really looked at them till then. Greg had a long thin, very white one. Roland had an average prick in both length and girth, Daryll realized, and it had a dark hew to it.

But Larry. Larry’s cock was certainly something! It was about four inches long as it bounced up and down as the geek tried desperately to suck another man’s cock. But my GOD was it thick! It looked like a rollicking red coke can as it bounced and wiggled back and forth!

The three geeks were now on the dusty ground, rolling around trying to get their mouths on a cock, any cock. They were lust crazed horniacks now.

“HEY! . . . . GUYS!!!!” Lieza shouted at them. She continued in a softer tone. “I’m woman enough to take you all on. I’ve got enough pussy to go around guys! Take it easy. Now get up and go wash off and come back here and I will tell who to suck off who! Capisce!??”

The guys stopped their frantic motions and just laid there, breathing hard, their erect pricks still lying up along their bellies like blonde German sausages of various sizes and lengths.

They slowly got up and headed for the lake. When they were gone, Lieza looked at Daryll and asked “Which one do you NOT want to suck off baby?”

Daryll could not believe he would have to choose something like that.

He tried to visualize the various men’s penises and could think of only one, that thick short one of Larry’s.

“Larry’s I guess,” he replied, barely loud enough to be heard. He was instantly aware that he had just agreed to suck a man’s cock off right in front of his beloved. His face burned in his overwhelming shame.

Liez took his hand and pressed his fingers into her pussy as she spread her thighs invitingly, thrusting her cunt forward into his hand. “That is your reward baby. Get him to cum in your sweet mouth as I watch. I will play with your cock the whole time, OK?”

Daryll could feel his head nod involuntarily as his fingers touched her pussy. She was really wet! He was REALLY hard.




Camping with Geeks Part Four
Copyright 2006 by Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom

As Daryll and Lieza watched the geek team walk back from the moonlight-bathed water, their geeky eager cocks swelling back to the horizontal positions after being in the cool water, Lieza chuckled and said “Honey, after he cums in your mouth, give me a really sexy wet sloppy French kiss, OK? I just LOVE the taste of cummies.”

Her impatient hand caressed his cock through his trousers as the three rather emotionally immature men approached. The men shuffled to a standstill directly in front of Lieza, not really certain about what would happen next, waiting expectantly, their eyes caressing her nakedness, their cocks pulsing in delight at her visual attentions.

Daryll watched her reach out with both hands and caress two of the three cocks before her. Greg and Roland moaned in unison.

“Let’s see . . . . . . who should suck who? Let me think about this for a minute.” She continued to caress the pulsing cocks in her hands as she pursed her lips, staring at Larry’s thick cock.

For a few more breathless moments she caressed their penises while ever so gently running her thumbs over their glans. Suddenly she said “Daryll, I think you should give Larry a blow job first.”

She reached over and unzipped, unbuckled, and freed Daryll’s cock from his clothing. “Step out of your clothes baby, show us your lovely pee-pee!”

Daryll blushed brightly as his very normal sized cock bounced into view. Oh god, he had told her which penis he did NOT want to suck, and she had then decided to make him face his fears and suck that very cock. Daryll looked at the fat dick, seeing it as if for the first time. God was it thick! The head was thick too. Plump, and red and angry, and probably loaded full of hot sticky gooey, icky cum.

Daryll continued to stare at the fat cock. Suddenly Lieza’s hand was holding its considerable heft, her hand massaging it like she owned it, or wanted to. She turned her head, staring intently into his eyes. It seemed to grow even larger in her hand until it seemed a foot across and ten inches long.

Daryll was certain he could NEVER get that thing into his mouth. God what a fat cock! But, mesmerized, and head over heels in love with the sexy woman holding it like a fat short cigar, Daryll reluctantly knelt in front of the geek and tentatively opened his mouth. It didn’t seem to smell bad, just a faintly musty aroma.

His recalcitrant tongue was more eager to taste it than he was. Daryll’s tongue flicked out and gently swabbed the tip of the fat cock.

As he did so, he felt Lieza’s hand on his own cock, encircling his inferior girth, and then slowly, gently stroking up and down his steely shaft. The incredibly sensual sensation distracted Daryll for a few seconds.

When his attention returned to Larry’s prick, he realized the fat tip was against his lips.

“Open your mouth baby! Take the head of his fat cock into your sexy mouth and suck it honey!” He could feel Lieza’s soft breath on his ears and neck. She was so close! He could feel her hard nipple rubbing on his tricep. She was so close to him! Her eyes were so fixated on the fat cock, waiting, watching Daryll decide to open his mouth and swallow another man’s prick into his private chamber, that her moistness began to run in slow dripping rivulets onto Daryll’s naked thigh. She was as close as she could possibly get to him. Daryll could smell her arousal. Her soft experienced hand continued to jack his cock, feeling even better than his own hand felt on it.

The head of the cock felt so unbelievably smooth against his lips. He realized his tongue was licking the tip of the chubby glans was caressing his lips. Larry shoved his hips forward, involuntarily.

Suddenly the head of the fat cock head was ensconced inside Daryll’s lips. He felt Lieza’s hand on the back of his head, pressing insistently against his head. Daryll felt the thick smooth cock head slip further and further into his mouth.

And then it seemed so perfectly natural to suckle on the over thick nipple pressing against his tongue. As his mouth began to suckle, Daryll felt Larry gasp and then jamb his cock deeper into Daryll’s mouth. The tip caromed off the back of his throat and lodged at the entrance to his belly.

Daryll began to gag.

Fearing getting bitten, Larry quickly jerked his cock out of Daryll’s mouth. “Damn! He tried to bite my cock!” complained Larry.

Lieza quickly guided a different cock to Daryll’s mouth. Daryll’s eyes crossed as he watched it glide toward his lips, Lieza’s hand guiding it to his receptive oral cavity. Anything for his baby!

Her voice was soft beside his ear, insistent, even demanding. “Yes baby, go ahead, take that long thin prick into your mouth-cunt honey! Enjoy it honey! Learn to relax and suck cocks for me baby! I want my man to be a reeeeeeally good cocksucker. Do you WANT to be my man baby?”

When Daryl nodded, the cock in her hand suddenly implanted itself into his face. He could feel soft testicles caressing his chin. He could feel pubic hair tickling his nose. He could feel a cock head pressing against the back of his throat. His mouth began to suck on its own accord. His cock, being stroked by Lieza’s soft expert hand coaxed his mental processes to retreat into his instinctual, primal sexual animal. Daryll’s mouth began to caress the cock inside with a soft tenderness he didn’t know he possessed.

His hands rose to coddle the plump full testicles that hung there at his chin like ripe plums. His hands and mouth began to make love to the cock in his mouth. The cock responded with gusto, and was soon vibrating in need of cumming.

Daryll heard Lieza’s voice coaxing the geek to shoot his cum, coaxing him to be a good cocksucker.

And he tried, sucking lovingly. Suddenly the cock was spurting copious wads of sperm onto the back of Daryll’s tongue. Daryll was still swallowing the remnants of salty creamy cum when Lieza pressed another cock against his lips.

Daryll, not wanting to resist any longer, simply opened his mouth and accepted the third cock. He immediately starting to suckle, to make love to the eager, near bursting penis.

Within minutes the last virgin cock was cumming into Daryll’s mouth, just like the previous one. Daryll drank the proffered cum like it was sweet mead honey.

Liez quickly fed Daryll’s puckered, suddenly empty mouth Larry’s thick fat cock again. Daryll didn’t even open his eyes, just continued sucking cocks. His lips stretched around the thick meat like a tiny pussy with a huge cock in it.

Larry began to groan as he attempted to hold his cum a bit longer, enjoying his cock getting succulent oral action, even if it WAS from a man. But Daryll’s quickly educated lips and tongue were too much for him and Larry shot load after sweet load of cum into Daryll’s no longer virgin mouth. Daryll’s mouth worked hard at sucking the last shards of cum out of Larry’s fat but quickly wilting prick.

Lieza, eyes wide, was so aroused that she simply pushed Daryll over on his back and mounted his excited vibrating cock without preamble, sinking down on his rigidness with a loud groan of indescribable pleasure. Her mouth delved into the remains of the cum that the three men had gifted Daryll a few minutes before. Her pussy started milking his prick like a hungry farm maid’s hands milk a cow’s teat, her hips rising and slamming back down on Daryll’s hips as, without apology, her cunt took animalistic pleasure from him.

Within seconds, they both came like attacking banshees.

The geeks just laid there, watching, too spent to move, exhausted from having been sucked dry by Daryll’s voracious mouth. Too depleted to move, all five lovers simply laid there for hours in the warm dancing glow of the fading camp fire.

After a while, the shadows that had watched from beyond the camp fire’s glow tucked their spent cocks back into their trousers and slipped back to their own camp sites, then, totally spent themselves, snuggled into their own cold sleeping bags to dream of visions of a gorgeous curvy woman having her way with four lucky men.





Camping with Geeks Part Five
Copyright 2006 by Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom

Daryll awakened the next morning to the ecstatic sounds of orgasms. Without moving, he opened his to see Liez riding atop of Larry’s thickness. She was moving her hips in a circle as the geek’s hands fondled her perfectly shaped tits in the early morning sunlight. She was just finishing him off, apparently, because he suddenly started humping up into her body and moaning like a love sick dog, his face contorted in agonizing ecstasy. After he collapsed under her, Daryll watched her slip gracefully off of him, then move down and start to suck his cock clean of their mutual secretions.

Then Daryll saw Greg appear out of the shadows of the trees, apparently having just taken his morning leak.

Lieza looked up at his long thin cock, grinning as she decided she needed it inside her ass. “Greg honey, your cock is perfect for pleasuring a woman’s behind baby. But you know what? I think Daryll needs to experience it first! If you’ll ejaculate in Daryll’s bottom with it, cum inside him, I’ll let you enjoy mine later, OK? We may even have a little four-way sex later, what do you think? Don’t you think Daryll would like to watch you three fucking his kissing cousin?” She giggled at the “fabrication” Daryll had fed the men yesterday afternoon on their drive to the camp ground.

The very idea of the beautiful Lieza allowing him to put his cock up inside her mouth-watering curvaceous ass made Greg’s cock spring to full staff. He followed Lieza to Daryll’s sleeping bag, having no choice but to follow her shapely naked butt because she had grabbed his cock, leading him like a horse to a watering hole.




Roland finally managed to sit back up, grinning like a fool, a little cum still running out of his cock from the BJ he had gotten from Larry as a wake up call. He had been dreaming of Lieza’s pussy, his cock buried inside her delicious opening, when he had awakened to find Larry sucking him off, with Liez’s sweet face right there next to his belly as she watched Larry suck his cock while she stroked Larry’s prick.

Remembering that he had to suck a cock to completion in order to fuck that gorgeous body of the wild woman that was enjoying them all, his eyes stared at Greg’s pathetically thin cock. Roland decided that he could probably handle sucking on it if it meant he could fuck Lieza’s nasty pussy. Instinctively, his hand went to his member. He began to toy with his manhood. In awe, his eyes watched Greg being led by his cock toward Daryll, who seemed to still be sleeping, lying on his stomach.




Lieza slowly unzipped the sleeping bag as she delicately handled Greg’s long thin member. She pulled Daryll’s sleeping bag down and then motioned for Greg to kneel. She spread Daryll’s butt cheeks open and told Greg to lick his asshole to make it wet so he could enter him. Meekly, Greg did as he was told. Larry watched the man licking another man’s ass, disgusted by the sight, but also strangely excited. His cock grew in his hand.

Lieza sucked on Greg’s long thin member as Greg licked deeply into Daryll, then guided Greg’s glans to the glistening wet pucker, holding it against the wet opening as she spit on the juncture of Greg’s cock and Daryll’s ass. Daryll didn’t move. Nor did he make any sound. Larry was certain he must still be asleep.




Daryll could not believe that Lieza wanted him to allow that geek to fuck his ass! But what could he do? If he protested, he could lose the love of his life. If he allowed it, he would be forever setting himself up for more ass fuckings.

Daryll delayed his decision by pretending to play like he was asleep so he could always claim he didn’t realize it was happening until it was too late. So as he felt Lieza open his cheeks to the geek, he simply laid there breathing deeply, trying to give the impression he was still asleep.

Then he had felt Greg’s lips and tongue probing at his hole. After the initial shock of the act her realized that it actually felt good! Then he felt the tip of Greg’s tongue begin to probe, trying to enter him. He had heard from his buddies that when they went to the doc for their physical for sports, that if you relax your asshole, it hurts a lot less to be entered. So Daryll mustered all of his courage and thoughts and forced his asshole to relax.

Greg’s tongue slipped inside his asshole! OH GOD! That still felt good! But another man? Licking inside his ass? OH GOD, NO! Then he remembered his glorious session of sex with his beloved Lieza the night before, and how he had sucked all three men’s dicks, how he had swallowed their cum, how he had actually, honestly, . . . . enjoyed it.

Daryll felt his cock growing under his belly.

Greg’s tongue was fully inside his rectum now. Suddenly he felt it withdraw and then recognized the sounds of a cock being sucked. Then the pressure of a cock head against his asshole. He heard someone spit and felt the wetness of the saliva running down his into his asshole.

‘Relax, Daryll, relax your ass! Make Lieza proud of you.’ was all he could think.

The head of the thin prick slid into his asshole a tiny bit. He could faintly feel the ridge around the head of it.

“Wait until my cousin relaxes before you shove in any more, OK Greg?” Daryll could feel Lieza kissing his butt cheeks as Greg waited for her permission to fuck on into Daryll’s asshole.

Incredibly, there had been no pain so far.

“OK, Greg, pull back a bit and I will spit in there again, OK?”

Greg did as commanded and Daryll felt Liez’s spit several times, each attempt landing directly on his slightly opened asshole. Then the warmth of Greg’s cock head returned to his asshole. He felt Greg’s prick enter him again, this time proceeding further. Daryll could not tell how far, but it was definitely inside him.

“Ok baby, wait a bit again so inside his ass can relax some more. . . . . . . .You are doing great honey! God, I can hardly wait to feel you fucking MY ass! . . . . . . . This is SO exciting! I love watching men have sex with each other! It makes me so hot! FUCK! God your cock is absolutely perfect for ass fucking!” Lieza was clearly getting turned on. It made Daryll feel like whatever happened it would be worth it.

Daryll realized his cock was rock hard under his belly.

Lieza continued on excitedly, “OK honey, press slowly on into his asshole! . . . . . Slowly . . . . .slowly. . . . . GOOD! . . . . Easy does it honey! OH GOD! Watching your cock slide up into his asshole is like the BEST! OH FUCK! This is so hot!” Daryll could feel Lieza’s arm started moving rapidly as though she were frigging herself.

Suddenly Daryll felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him. Greg’s cock head had touched something deep inside his ass that sent shivers up his spine. It was like Greg’s prick had slid against the base of his cock or something.

Daryll heard himself moan involuntarily. He didn’t mean to, he wished he hadn’t, but he did. He moaned, and he rocked his hips back to give Greg a better shot at his asshole. He didn’t mean to, it was not deliberate, it was just his involuntary reaction to the cock sliding deep into his rectum. And it was sliding by that magic spot inside him that sent shivers through his whole body.

Lieza giggled. Then Lieza, darling beautiful Lieza, leaned down and kissed his lips. He could smell and taste cum on her lips. But her kiss felt so good. He kissed her back, no longer pretending to be asleep.

“You like having your asshole fucked don’t you baby?” she whispered to him, her lips caressing his ear as she whispered. “You’re my man, my perfect man baby! I love you and I love that you like getting fucked in your asshole, and sucking men off. I love you for it and I love that you did it for me! I love that you get turned on by watching me fuck other men. I do women too baby, and I will share you with my female lovers too!”

Greg could suddenly no longer control himself and began to fuck Daryll’s tight asshole with abandon, slamming his whole prick down his poop chute.

Daryll instinctively raised his ass to give Greg a better angle, then bean to moan uncontrollably each time Greg’s cock head hit that magic spot inside his ass. In a few too short moments, Greg spewed his seed deep inside Daryll’s bottom, grunting with an overwhelming lust he had never before experienced.

Lieza came while Greg came, her fingers frigging herself deep inside her randy cunt, her mouth uttering nasty commands to the two men as she watched and gloried in finding the love of her life, gloried in being with him when he lost his virginity, gloried in him turning into the unrepentant bisexual slut just like she was!

Lieza turned Daryll over after Greg’s wilted cock popped out of Daryll’s opened ass. She motioned frantically for Roland to come over. “Suck him off so you can fuck me Roland! Suck his poor hard needy prick off so he can cum and you can fuck me honey!”

Fantasizing that his cock already inside that sexy nasty woman’s cunt, Roland eagerly did as told, kneeling down and inhaling all of Daryll’s rigid dripping cock into his mouth. In only a few seconds, Daryll bridged up into Roland’s greedy mouth and expended more cum than he had ever shot before deep into Roland’s throat.

Even before Daryll’s cock stopped shooting cum, Lieza pulled Roland over onto her and guided his prick frantically to her cunt, begging for him to fuck her and fuck her good.

Roland could not believe how good it felt to have his cock inside a woman’s silky pussy tunnel. Lieza instantly went rigid with an intense orgasm. Her body was as stiff as a board, her heels locked around Roland’s hips. Roland fucked her for an eternity as he watched the beautiful face of the woman he was deeply smitten with cumming under him. Finally she began to relax. She smiled up at him and coaxed his orgasm.

The virgin Roland obliged with a silent harsh orgasm, his face contorted in ecstatic pleasure.



And that s how Lieza and Daryll became inseparable to this very day.

Trina and Jon Part Four by Hugh Doute and Deni Wom A true story

Hugh and Trina stopped for dinner at a local Marie Callenders restaurant with which they were both familiar. Filling with dread, Trina realized that the owner and some of the employees knew both her, and her husband, well. How would she explain to them that Jon was condoning her being with this man, with her breasts almost naked? Did she want all these people to know that? She dreaded being found out, discovered as to her true intentions with this man.

As she sat there beside Hugh in his car for a few seconds, she felt that new, unfamiliar sensation in her abdomen, the feeling of being mysteriously stimulated by fluttering butterflies. Again her nipples hardened into sensitive points of presence.

Hugh got out of the car and opened Trina’s door for her. Just after she swung her shapely legs out to stand up, she realized that Hugh had surely seen, and two men standing nearby had probably seen, her nakedness under her skirt. An electric shiver ran down her spine, ending with a pulse at her previously anonymous clittie.

She had trouble breathing normally as Hugh guided her toward the front door of the restaurant. She felt a wet droplet land on her right thigh, then a few steps later she noticed that her thighs seemed to glide by each other as she walked.

The fluttering butterflies in her belly seemed to be getting more rowdy.

Hugh requested and received a table near the back of the restaurant. He pulled her chair out for her, and then, just as she was sitting down, raised the back of her dress. Her bare bottom and the lips of her kitty were assaulted by the cold fake leather of the air-conditioned room.

Trina gasped, sucking in her breath, arching her back, her eyes closing as she assimilated what had just happened. She didn’t dare raise up and press her skirt back into place. Nor did she want to feel the sinfully erotic sensation of her bare flesh pressed against the intimate touches of the seat that others had sat upon only minutes before.

Three gentlemen sitting directly across from their table were staring at her perky nipples. Looking down, she could see their peaks lewdly pointing invitingly toward the men. She furtively watched them elbowing each other and nodding toward her. She blushed bright with shame, and a secret excitement.

For the first time in her life, she wished she could brusquely touch herself and command her body to stop feeling these sinful pleasures.

Hugh sat down beside her. He ordered for her, a salad with no croutons, French Dressing, and a cup of French onion soup.

She looked at Hugh oddly, then realized her husband had probably clued Hugh in on what she liked to eat. In her heart of hearts, she thought that she was owed such fealty.

After Hugh had ordered, he looked sternly at her and told her to spread her legs open and give the three men a view of her nakedness. Trina blushed furiously and shook her head “NO!”

Hugh put his hand in his lap. Suddenly a sharp sting shocked her inner thighs. Involuntarily she jerked her thighs apart, her hands frantically searching for what had shocked her vulnerability.

The men’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as they drank in the ethereal vision of the beautiful woman’s naked cunt. Their cocks spontaneously sprang to attention.

Trina slowly calmed down, then suddenly realized her pussy was being caressed by the men’s star-filled, worshiping eyes. She slammed her legs back together.

Hugh chuckled silently as he watched the woman squirm slightly in her seat, trying to scratch the itch that was growing in her nether regions.

After a few minutes, one of the men got up and went to the men’s room. He was gone for only a few minutes. When he came back, he passed closely by the table behind where Trina was seated. He walked slowly trying to be inconspicuous. He peered longingly through the corner of his eyes, hoping for a glimpse of the beautiful sexy woman’s obviously erect nipples that lounged behind the gaping blouse she wore so self consciously.

Suddenly his eyes widened, and his mouth formed into an “O”. Everyone except Trina could see him staring at her exposed breasts, all the way down to the ruby red surrounding her nipples that graced the delectable tips of her firm perfect orbs.

Trina’s subconscious slowly realized that her body was again being worshiped. She glanced back over her shoulder for a fraction of a second, just long enough to see the man staring open mouthed at her breasts.

Trina, blushing, pretended not to notice. Instead she shrugged slightly, allowing the blouse to loosen further, and her beauty to be fully exposed. She could feel the wetness flooding her channel. She shivered with lewd excitement, and decided she liked the feeling.

Trina and Jon Part Three by Hugh Doute and Deni Wom A true story

After the funeral of a friend, Hugh, Penny and Deni agreed that Trina should be brought to Central Oregon for the first of several weekends of training.

Deni had suggested that we label this collective endeavor “The Taming of the Shrew” after the Shakespearean play by that name. Her idea had set the scene for the weekend. With sage advice from other women, a plan was formulated on how to break her self sense of being “too good” for others.

Hugh picked Trina up at Jon and Trina’s house on Friday evening. She was dressed in jeans and a button-up blouse. She was still resentful of her treatment during her previous date with Hugh.

Hugh was dressed in shorts that were tight enough to allow the shapes of his encased, equipment to be visible. Jon openly looked at his boss’s crotch with envy.

Hugh watched Trina’s eyes glance down at his package, then flush brightly as her eyes guiltily flicked back up to his to see if he had noticed that she checked him out.

Hugh was looking directly at her eyes when they looked back at him. Her flush turned into burning embarrassment at her debasing indiscretion.

Hugh walked over to her, took her head in his hands, and kissed her deeply. He pressed his bulge against her, making certain that she felt his presence against her womanhood. His hands went behind her buttocks, pulling her to his hips.

He released her as soon as he felt her bitchy resolve beginning to weaken.

When Hugh turned back around to say goodbye to his co-worker, Jon had an obvious erection. His eyes were riveted to his wives chest, where her nipples had betrayed her, poking out and obviously aroused. Jon’s eyes were wide, and his breathing was harshly rapid and labored.

“Jon,” Hugh said, “Remove your wife’s bra and panties. Help her put on a short skirt, leave her blouse half unbuttoned, then bring her back to me.”

Hugh turned on his heel, walked into the living room and sat down. He picked up the TV remote and began flipping through the channels.

After a few minutes, Jon and Trina reappeared. Trina could feel the coolness of the air-conditioning on her newly exposed pussy. She hated that it actually felt good to her, to be without her panties was so foreign to her way of thinking that she felt her anger rising. But this feeling! So free! So cool and unrestricted! And her breasts. She could feel them shimmering, wiggling in her blouse, her nipples being caressed by the soft fabric covering them. Trina closed her eyes as she struggled with her conflicting emotions.

Hugh’s libido enjoyed the site of the woman’s unfettered breasts jiggling with each step. Jon led his wife to stand in front of the chair that Hugh’s was sitting in. Her nipples were pebbles in her blouse, totally self conscious of her semi exposed state.

“Raise your wife’s dress and show me her pussy, Jon.” Hugh was still watching the TV screen, ignoring the woman.

Trina spluttered her indignation. “How DARE you treat me like a slut!”

Hugh turned his eyes toward her chest, watching her nipples pressing against the fabric of her blouse. Jon, without even hesitating, raised Trina’s dress and showed Hugh his wife’s bare sex.

Hugh leaned forward in his chair and told Jon to open his wife’s cunt for him to look at.

This time Trina was absolutely speechless. Jon reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips open for Hugh’s viewing pleasure. Hugh put his finger under her little opening and waited patiently for the glistening drop of her wetness to drip onto his finger tip. When it did, he wiped it onto her lips, explaining that the moisture was her own cunt betraying her.

Trina turned crimson with embarrassment.

Hugh looked at Jon and told him to bring his wife out to the car. Hugh then strode out the front door and down the walk to his car, and unceremoniously got in.

Jon grabbed Trina’s bags and followed his own wife out to the car of the man that was going to take her away for the weekend. Jon’s cock had never been so hard.

He opened the car door for his wife. It made him feel so submissive and vulnerable to think about how he was helping his wife go for the weekend with another man. In his excitement, he wondered if there was any possibility that she would conceive this weekend.

He hoped she wouldn’t, because he wanted his wife to become accustomed to going-out with other men. He wanted her to like it, and to begin to date and have sex with lots of virile sexy males. Jon’s cock twitched uncontrollably, pulsing rigidly erect under his trousers, as he fantasized about his wife, gorgeous in her nakedness, her thighs widely spread, and man after man filling her pussy with their virile sperm.

Jon tried to open the trunk lid in order to put Trina’s three suitcases inside. The trunk was, of course, locked.

Trina self consciously settled into the passenger seat next to Hugh, forcing herself not to furtively glance at his crotch. She felt the subconscious need to put her hand on his manhood, to test its size, to finally touch what was intended to impregnate her.

Hugh drove away, leaving Jon standing there with three suitcases, waving frantically to get Hugh’s attention. Trina did not notice that her beast-of-burden husband had been unsuccessful in stowing her essential luggage in Hugh’s car. Her tennis ball sized breasts waggled a bit, jiggling with each bump in the road. She felt extremely self conscious about her breasts being so exposed. She tried to re-button her blouse without appearing to do so.

Hugh noticed her movements, and immediately pulled over to the side of the road, then leaned over and cut the three felonious buttons from her blouse, leaving Jon’s wife unable to cover her vulnerable beauty for the rest of the weekend.

Trina’s shocked and resentful eyes glared at Hugh even as her nipples hardened beneath the caressing fabric of her blouse.

Hugh smiled at her, then drove off again toward Central Oregon . . . . . and Deni.