On this particular day, daddy and I had decided that we would go shopping and then we’d have a nice lunch at a little restaurant just out of the way so that we could talk more about the things that brought us together in the first place – my missing my dad, and him missing his daughter. 

 

The first store we went to was a book store.  We’d been talking about some books that he would like to read and decided that we’d pick up the books on our next outing.  While in the box store/book store I headed towards one of my favorite sections, that with the more “adult” themed books.

 

Daddy found the books he’d been looking for much more quickly than I’d expected and so he went looking for me in the big store.  He snuck up behind me, only to find me reading the inside cover of a book that spoke extensively about sex in the senior years.  I’d been caught read handed, and was I every red-faced!

 

I quickly put the book back, trying to hide the blush on my face, and we headed towards the cash so that he could pay for his purchases.  Once outside of the store daddy looked at me and asked the question that I both dreaded and dreamed of.  “Is there more that you’re hoping for from me, than a father/daughter relationship?  I couldn’t help but notice the book you were reading.”

 

“Um, well.”  I had a huge lump in my throat and I didn’t quite know what to say.  “Yes daddy”, was all that I could manage, barely in a whisper.

 

To my surprise he flashed a rather wicked grin and without missing a beat he said, “You’ve been a bit naughty now, haven’t you?” and he gave my fanny a firm swat as we walked across the parking lot towards his car.

 

I was stunned and thrilled all at the same time.  I’d hoped that I could develop this relationship to the point where I could ask him if he’d be interested in me sexually, but I didn’t anticipate it moving quite this quickly.  I could feel myself moisten and knew that my nipples had become very hard against the fabric of my bra.

 

Once in the car with the door closed, he turned to look at me and said that there was another store he’d like to go to before we went to lunch, not saying anything else about the book or the swat.  As we drove to our next destination in silence I began to wonder if maybe I’d misunderstood his spanking and the look on his face until I saw what was to be our destination coming into view. 

 

He pulled the car around the side of the building.  It was a rather non-descript, one-story building with a small sign on the top and no windows, but it was a store I knew instantly to be an Adult novelty and movie store, the kind that is tucked away into industrial areas, just far enough away from the schools and more reputable places in town.

 

As daddy got out of the car and walked around to my side, to let me out, I took a deep breath.  I was aware that I was, again, feeling the same electric sensations between my legs that I had when he swatted my bum about 20 minutes earlier.  I stepped out of the car and daddy took me firmly by the arm, leading me towards the store.

 

Inside the store, once my eyes had adjusted to the dimmer lighting, I soon noticed that this store was very well stocked.  There were movies to suite all preferences; they lined racks that ran along the back and entire right wall of the store.  There was also a large area of magazines; they were along the whole left wall of the store.  Along the front was the cash and a small office area, and through the middle of the store, split into two areas, was one section that contained all varieties of toys and sexual implements, and another that had a wide variety of sexy clothing, shoes, lingerie and costumes. 

 

Like a kid in a candy store, my eyes opened wide as I took it all in.  Daddy turned to me and said “show daddy what you like honey.”

 

I didn’t need a lot of encouragement but I didn’t know where to start.  I settled on the center of the store and migrated towards the clothes.  There was a very sexy peek-a-boo bra and panty set in aubergine (a very sexy shade of purple) that first caught my eyes.  The bra was underwire, soft lace and deeply scalloped so that the wearer’s nipples would peek through. The panties were high-cut, covering the ass fully rather than providing a silly piece of floss to cut unattractively between the cheeks.  The front was “cut away” with a deep inverted “V” leaving the wearer’s pussy fully exposed.  Daddy smiled at my taste.  I turned towards the next rack to see what goodies it held and he scooped up the sexy twin set.  There were some really wonderful things, but none held my gaze as long as the panty set which daddy was still holding onto.

 

Across the center aisle was a large toy section and daddy, holding me by my elbow, guided me towards the selection.  All sizes and shapes of dildos and plugs, clamps and pumps.  There were even fake pussies and asses which daddy lingered at a while.  Daddy picked up a rather happy looking jelly toy.  It had a large dildo end, quite thick and long and it also had a smaller protrusion that was like bunny ears (for my clit, he mentioned).  It had a base that controlled the thrust speed and vibration.  In addition to the toy, daddy picked up some leather restraints, a belt and a beaded jelly butt plug, about 8” in length.  He told me that “bad little girls need some discipline”, adding that “I’m just the one to give it to you.”  Hearing this caused my pussy to throb and pulse – I was in trouble, to be sure.

 

He motioned towards a door way that I hadn’t noticed, it lead to what I thought were change rooms.  It seemed that Daddy wanted to make sure that my new bra and panties fit before we bought them.

 

As we walked through the door I soon realized that it was not an ordinary change room. This room was larger; it had a door that ran from floor to ceiling and a lock on the door.  It also had a deep bench that ran along the entire length of the wall, about 6” long.  Across from the bench was what looked to be a video monitor and a control panel and a slot to accept coins or tokens.  It was a private video booth.

 

Daddy instructed me to change into the lingerie and he watched very closely as I slipped out of my own clothes and into the very revealing panties and bra.  As I started my striptease, daddy dropped several coins into the coin box, made a video selection and the screen flashed to life, but neither of us was watching it.

 

Seemingly pleased with my selection and how they fit, daddy adjusted himself in his pants – it seems that he’d become somewhat aroused and his stiffening cock needed to be repositioned in his pants.

 

Next, he had me turn away from him, facing towards the bench, and bend over. He pulled the panty to the side, revealing more of my full ass as he reminded me that naughty girls needed discipline.  He told me that I would, later, thank him later for being so strict.  With that, he took the belt and began to snap it against the soft flesh of my full ass cheeks.  It stung at first, and I whimpered as he continued my punishment.

 

After no less than 20 swats with the belt, 10 on each cheek, daddy started to gently caress the now pink flesh.  Softly at first, he simply smoothed his hands over the pink areas.  Soon though his caresses turned to pinches and kneading and his hands roamed well past the area that had been strapped moments earlier.

 

His fingers found the open area between my legs and were quick to detect that my pussy was already soaked.  “You little slut”.  “Daddy’s little slut liked that, didn’t she?”.  “Maybe my little slut would like daddy to eat her sweet wet pussy now?” 

 

“Mmmmmmm, yes please daddy.”  I said, nearly breathless.

 

Daddy turned me around and sat me down on the bench – my back in the corner, one leg bent up and resting against the wall, and my other leg hanging over the edge of the bench.  Daddy quickly lay down along the length of the bench, his mouth coming to rest firmly on my completely engorged pussy.

 

Alternating between long deep licks which start deep inside me and run to the tip of my swollen clit and sucking on my bud, daddy was quickly bringing me to the point of climax.  Moments later, my pussy started to spasm, my orgasm ripping through me, daddy tongue pushed deep in my pussy to drink in all my liquid.  He lay there between my legs for the next few minutes, his tongue probing me deeply, and his lips working my clit, bringing me two more intense orgasms, before he left his seat at my banquet table and sat up to look at the woman who now sat across from him.

 

In a matter of an hour, from the time we had arrived at the book store, till now, I had gone from my ‘father’s’ daughter to his lover – and I couldn’t be any more thrilled.

 

Daddy took my face in his hands and smiled.  “Now, be a good girl, and suck your daddy’s cock.”, “Suck me like the good little slut that I know you are.”  With that, daddy stood up and undid the belt and fly of his pants.  They fell to the ground around his ankles, along with his shorts and what I saw would have impressed any woman.

 

There was my 63 year old daddy’s cock, right before my eyes.  It had become quite worked up through my striptease and modeling of the lingerie, and fortified by all the nutrients of daddy’s last meal – me.

 

Daddy’s cock isn’t terribly long, average really – about 6” long, but what impressed me was that it was wonderfully thick and incredibly hard.  Daddy’s proud of his cock and he keeps it nice and tidy – uncut as it is, it was sweet smelling and the area around the cock and his balls were baby-bottom smooth – turns out daddy likes to shave.

 

As he stood in front of me, I eagerly took the head of his cock into my mouth and was thrilled to find that, beneath his foreskin, he’d begun to leak a sweet gooey precum.  The tip of my tongue worked between the foreskin and the head of his cock to lick away every sweet drop.

 

Daddy moaned softly.  “Daddy love’s his little girl’s mouth”.  “I knew from the first moment that I saw you that I would love the way you sucked my cock.”

 

His words surprised me.  I didn’t know that he’d been thinking about me in this way too – but I was really pleased he had, as it was exactly what I needed and wanted.

 

“Keep sucking daddy, sweetheart.”  He said as he took my head in his hands and guided himself fully into my mouth.  “You’re such a good girl to your daddy.”

 

As I continued to suck daddy, he reached down and took my tits into his hands.  Playing with my nipples – he twisted and rolled them between his fingers and thumb.  “Daddy love’s your tits.  I need to suck on them sweetheart.  May I?”

 

Who was I to argue.  I was getting exactly what I wanted.  Daddy was showing me the affection that I’d been starved for, for all these years.  “Yes, please, daddy.” I say, between slurps of his manhood.

 

Daddy pulled his cock from my lips and helped me to lay back on the bench – which now appeared much more like a bed – and he lay beside me, pulling my fleshy tits from my bra and sucking my already hard nipples into his mouth.

 

I could feel my passion and need growing again as he continued with my nipples.  One hand twisting gently at a nipple, while he sucked firmly on the other.  As if sensing my need, or in response to his own need, he moved his position, now laying between my legs. 

 

I could feel the firmness of his cock against the inside of my thigh, which caused me to spread my legs a bit more.  Daddy took this cue and moved himself up against my pussy – the crotchless panties showing just how well they suited this activity.  He lifted his mouth from my nipple and looked into my eyes.  Without exchanging a word, but knowing what each other needed, he pushed forward and I arched towards him, my pussy accepting his cock as he drove its length fully into me.

 

Daddy paused once his pelvis came to rest against mine.  He looked at me and said thank you.  He, it turns out, had not fucked a woman in over 10 years, since his wife took ill and it became physically impossible for them to be intimate.

 

Then he began the rhythmic grind that years of experience taught him – a bit slow and clumsy at first, but shortly he found the rhythm that suited each of us and we began the deep, slow fuck that can only be experienced and enjoyed with an older man.  The patience of lovemaking with an older man who knows well how to please his lover, and his stamina and endurance unequaled by that of my husband – many years his junior - impressed me.

 

He kept his eyes on mine all the while – seemingly reading my thoughts – responding to each of my body’s movements.

 

As he interpreted the increase in my breathing to mean my growing pleasure, he picked up his pace and increased the intensity of each of his strokes.  Each time his pelvis met mine, my swollen clit was ground by the rocking of his belly against me and his low hanging balls slapped my ass.

 

I was loving this old man’s fucking.  He was giving me pleasure like nothing I’d experienced in many years.  My own growing pleasure was becoming undeniable.  “Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard” I begged him, knowing that if he could keep his cock nice and hard and continue his piston action for another couple of minutes that I would be experiencing an explosive orgasm.

 

“Daddy’s going to keep fucking his little girl” was his reply.  “You’re going to get a load of daddy’s cum deep in your pussy very soon sweetheart, so cum for me.”

 

I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against me with each of his strokes, my orgasm now imminent.  He growled in my ear, as he slammed his cock hard and deep into me again and again “cum for daddy, come on slut, cum all over my cock, cum before I fill you with my seed.”  The steady stream of very dirty talk continued for the next couple of minutes as we both worked ourselves into a wild and frenzied fuck till I finally let a deep moan escape my lips and my orgasm tore through me. “Daddy, I’m cumming” I cried out.  My pussy was squeezing and spasming and poor daddy could not control himself any longer and he gave a soft cry as he drove his dick deep into me releasing stream after stream of his cum.  “Yes baby, daddy’s cumming too, daddy’s filling you with his cum sweetheart.”

 

After a few moments of laying still, feeling his cock still jerking and spurting in my pussy, daddy pulled himself out and smiled.

 

He sat up and looked lovingly at the site before him.  There I was, laying there with my legs spread wide, his cum dripping from my pussy.

 

“Hmmmmmm” he said, “that looks wonderful.”

 

He kneeled down between my legs and licked up much of his cum that had been leaking from me.  “MMMmmmmm, tastes very good.” He said

 

He sat up again and looked at the packages that had been sitting at the end of the bench.  “We’ll put these to use some time soon – but not right now.”  He stood up and offered me his hand, helping me up too.

 

We dressed and stepped out of the booth/change room, just as the video shut off and made our way to the cash to pay for all of our goodies.

 

“Thank you daddy” I said to him, kissing him on the cheek and rubbing him through his pants, as the clerk rang in our purchased.  You could see by the look on the clerk’s face that he knew exactly what we’d been doing and he didn’t quite know how to respond to me calling this man daddy (though I’m sure he’s seen and heard much more). 

 

As we headed to the car, daddy took my hand and into his hand and promised that after lunch we’d find a use for the rest of our purchases….. but that is another story …

The nurse/receptionist was an older woman who accepted my completed forms with a motherly but professional smile. After scanning the completed forms, she said, "Ok, Mrs. Richardson, since this is your first visit here, you'll need a little orientation." Still smiling, she stood up and indicated I should follow her through the door behind her desk. The door opened upon a hallway bare of adornment except for cheap carpeting. She led me to a room at the end of the hallway which contained a few folding chairs, some hooks on the walls and a small cabinet. She turned to to me with a professional smile.

"Now then, " she said. "You'll find we do things a bit differently from what you may be used to. Dr. Sahid does everything possible to reduce costs while providing first rate medical care. Other medical practices spend too much on frills which cater to patients' immature and outdated concerns about modesty. You'll find you'll get comfortable with his approach very quickly."

I doubted that. I was ALREADY uncomfortable.

She continued, obviously repeating a speech she'd delivered many times before, "For example, this is the room where you'll disrobe. You can hang your clothes on the hook by one of the stools. When the doctor is ready to see you, you'll be paged through the speaker." She gestured towards a speaker in the ceiling.

I was getting nervous. "Uh, where are the gowns kept?"

She laughed, waving a hand in a dismissive gesture. "Oh my, we don't bother with those! Just a needless expense. We're all adults here, aren't we? And the human body is nothing to be ashamed of, now is it?"

"Well, no, but I...." I began to stammer.

"Good, good!" the nurse said. "Glad you understand. Some of those silly younger women actually get all upset with our methods! But they're always surprised how soon they get comfortable. Now, just take your clothes off and I'll check your vitals."

At 42, I wasn't one of those "younger women" but I still doubted I'd get used to to this lack of privacy. But there was no one else there so I decided I'd try it this once. I started removing my clothes and trying to make them all stay on one hook. I smiled a bit sheepishly and I guess I blushed a little as I took off my bra and panties.

"There, there dear," she grinned. "Nothing to be embarrassed about!" She opened the small cabinet and pulled out a tray with a stethoscope, digital thermometer, and sphigmo-whatever (that thing they take blood pressure readings with) and indicated I should sit on one of the chairs. It was cold on my bare butt.

She went through all the routine checks with regular expressions of "Hmmm, very good." I decided it wasn't THAT bad sitting there naked, but still wished for one of those dumb little gowns that never stay closed in the back. I couldn't help keeping my hands folded in my lap, positioned to at least partially hide my bush.

The nurse finished her checks and patted my bare shoulder. "You seem just fine, dear. The doctor will be with you in a few minutes." With that, she disappeared out the doorway and down the hall. I noticed that there was no door on the room.

This is just too weird, I thought sitting there. What if I have to go to the bathroom? I probably have to go pee out in the parking lot.

I guess it was nerves, but the mental imagery from that last thought made me start to giggle like one of my female students. I actually jumped when the speaker in the ceiling came to life, announcing "Mrs. Richardson, please come down the hall to office number three!" It was a male voice which instantly brought back my feelings of embarrassment and exposure.

I stood up and took a very deep breath. Walking over to the doorway, I peered down the hall. It was deserted. Reminding myself that they saw naked people here all the time, I squared my shoulders and walked down the hall and found office number three. I noticed my palm was perspiring as I turned the doorknob. I stepped into the office.

A slim man wearing the obligatory white coat sat behind a simple metal desk. He appeared to be Arab or Asian Indian. He wore glasses. Grinning, he looked up at me. "Ah, Mrs Richardson!" he said jovially, "Please, come in, sit down!" There wasn't a trace of an accent.

He looked me straight in the eye without even a glance down at my naked body. I was expecting him to at least LOOK at my breasts and bush as I entered. I had an odd feeling. Was it disappointment? The sense that I was just another naked woman? Feeling confused, I sat down, crossed my legs, and folded my hands in my lap again.

He earnestly studied my paperwork. "Ah, good. All your vitals look fine! Well, no surprise, you seem to be in good condition." For the first time, he looked at my body, smiling. I smiled back weakly, determined to be an adult and not flinch under his gaze. "Well," I laughed nervously, "The belly and the butt still need work."

He grinned even broader. "At your age, with two kids, a little rounding here and there is normal." He leaned back, looked at me with his perpetual smile and said, "So...How's your pussy?"

I literally almost fell off the chair. But then suddenly, unable to help it, I burst out laughing. He laughed too.

"I always do that on the first visit," he said. "Breaks the tension."

It certainly did. It was a few moments before I could stop laughing. Finally I said,smiling, "My pussy is fine I think". I was starting to like this guy.

"As long as you don't mind, I will use common language between us, " he said. "A lot of medical terminology just interferes with good communication." I nodded as he continued. "That fold of skin beneath the hair between your legs might be called a vagina, but you and I both know it's a cunt. And what your husband puts in it is called a cock." I couldn't helping laughing a little again. This guy might be a nut, but I was becoming relaxed. I became aware that my legs were now slightly parted and my hands were on the arms on the chair. He gave me a pleased smile.

"I think we're going to get along fine, Jane," He said, addressing me by my first name. I didn't mind. " Since this is your first visit. I'll need to ask you a lot of questions, many of which you might consider quite personal, but I like to know the total person, Ok?" I nodded.

"Ok, then, How often do you have sex?"

"Once a week," I answered too quickly. "No, actually about twice a month."

"Is that often enough for you?"

I shrugged. "We've been married for twenty years. It slows down I guess."

He frowned slightly. "Do you usually orgasm during sex?"

"Sometimes, not always" I answered honestly.

"Then how often do you masturbate?"

I've never even told my husband I did THAT. I glanced away. "Couple times a week. Sometimes more often."

"Good!" he smiled. "Just with your hand? Or do you use something?"

My face burned. I was blushing. "Usually my hand. But...well..I.."

"It's OK," he comforted. "Just us here. No need to be embarrassed."

"I..well..I've used a cucumber." I looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, you'll think I'm weird, but our bed has these posts that stick up with a knob on the ends...."

"...And you hump them." he finished for me. I nodded. He smiled and made a note. "Nothing wrong with that."

"How big is your husband's cock when it's hard?"

I held my hands about six inches apart.

"Do you wish it was bigger?"

I sighed. "Frankly, yes. It..well..just doesn't reach as far in as I'd like"

"Ever had a larger one?"

"No!" I was lying and he knew it. He said nothing, looking a me with a small smile.

I sighed again. "I'm sorry, yes. But it wasn't something I went looking for. Three years ago, there were layoffs coming at the school district. One of the administators said he could fix it so I wouldn't be laid off..."

"If you gave him sex?"

"Yes, " I said. "In his office after school. It's not something I'm proud of...the way he had me bend over his desk with my skirt up to my hips."

"He was large?"

"Huge" I nodded, indicating nine or ten inches with my hands.

"Did you come?"

I nodded sheepishly."Yes. I-I didn't want him to stop...I even let him go..you know..up my rear."

"Had you experienced anal intercourse before?"

"No, my husband is pretty conservative about anything but typical intercourse and..well..oral sex"

"So you do suck his cock?" he smiled.

I had to laugh again at his bluntness. "Yes. More often than we have intercour...more often than we fuck" I slipped into the vernacular too. It felt good, more open. I get tired of being the constrained, prim and proper school teacher.

He closed the folder. "That's enough questions for now, Jane. Just hop on the examining table and lie down on your back." He smiled. "Put your feet in the stirrups. I'm sure you know the routine."

I did know the routine, which is why I looked around. "Isn't a nurse coming in during the exam?"

"Oh no," he said casually. "That's a needless expense for additional personnel. Also, I think it interferes with the communication and trust between us."

As I stood up, I became embarrassed. The conversation about my sex life had had an unexpected effect. The hair in my crotch was slightly wet and I knew my clitoris was at full attention.

"Uh, Doctor," I said shyly. "Maybe we..uh..should wait a couple minutes." He glanced at my nipples and smiled. I looked down. They were half the size they had been. I blushed.

"Just because you're a little aroused?" he chided gently. "You wouldn't be the first woman I've seen in that condition."

I nodded, trying to smile, and got up on the table and laid down. I scooted down and he helped the calves of my legs find the stirrups. The position opened the lips of my pussy and the cool feeling within them confirmed that I was wet. I blushed again.

I stared at the ceiling as he began. He joked while he looked at the exterior of my pussy.

"Oh yes, your clit is standing up to say hello!"

I stopped blushing and even managed a small laugh.

I inhaled sharply as one, then two of his fingers went in. He withdrew them, then entered me again using three fingers. He did the usual probing and wiggling inside me as well as gently thumping my bush from the outside with his other hand. (I always wondered why doctors did that.) I was relaxing again. I didn't mind his exam. In fact, it felt kind of nice.

The fingers withdrew and moved down. I tried to relax my buttocks as much as possible. A finger went up my anus and my hips moved upward slightly. "Ok, just relax" he said quietly. Then he went up my rear with two, then three fingers. I breathed a soft "Oh!" without meaning to. My clit got that funny "buzzy" feeling it sometimes does.

He withdrew and I felt nothing for awhile. "Everything OK?" I asked.

For the first time, he sounded a little tense. "Oh yes, fine. But perhaps I might need to take a little break here."

A little concerned, I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him. He quickly turned his back to me, but not quite quickly enough. I'd seen the large bulge in the front of his pants.

He knew I'd seen it. "Sorry, but it happens. Doctors are human too."

I quickly laid back down and stared at the ceiling, not sure what to do or say.

Finally, I managed to say, "It's Ok, I understand." I even managed a nervous joke. "Not the first one I've seen."

"Just continue, Doctor" I said. "It's ok"

He said nothing and continued the exam. I heard him sigh. Then he said, "Excuse me, but its not comfortable. You know..the pressure." I heard a zipper, then a rustle of clothing. "Ok,..better" he said.

Knowing he was exposed made me nervous but didn't frighten me. I tried not to think how close his erect penis was to my open crotch.

"How often does...well...this happen?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh, every once in a while," he said trying to sound casual. Then a small laugh. "I think the nurse always knows why I go directly to the men's room after some exams."

"To jack off?" I hadn't meant to say it out loud, it just came out.

"Uh..well, yes"

"So after we're done, you'll go jack off about me?" I heard myself say.

"Yes, sorry."

"It's OK. I've had two students tell me that" I laughed.

"That they jacked off about you?" he asked. "How did you feel about that?"

"Honestly? I wanted to  watch, " I answered with  a weird boldness. "After one boy said that, I never made it home. I had to shove my hand down my panties and masturbate in the car on a side street."

"Really?...My!" he said in a slightly hoarse voice.

My clitoris was no longer buzzing, it was throbbing. He must have been able to see it bounce in time to my pounding heart. I bit my lip, tried to stay in control by thinking of something else....anything else.

"You have to now, don't you?" he asked quietly.

I closed my eyes tightly. "Yes"

While my mind told me I'd gone nuts, my hand moved down my tummy on it's own, ignoring the part of my brain telling it to stop.

I sighed as I cupped and squeezed the furry hump of my pussy, moving my hand down enough to catch my swollen clit between my fingers. I started the familiar squeezing and pulling motion, using my fingers and the lips of my pussy to massage my clitoris. I was masturbating in front of a man I'd just met and it felt deliciously dirty and wonderful. What would my stuffy husband think if he knew? I gasped out a laugh.

I came explosively, seeing colored lights behind my closed eyelids. My hips bucked and squirmed. I know I squirted a little.

I went limp, one arm hanging limply over the side of the table. I was breathing heavily, nearly panting.

"Oh my..Oh my" was all he seemed able to say.

I struggled up on my elbows again. I needed to see it. I stared.

His fly was open. Out of it jutted a penis I didn't think could be real. Ten or eleven inches of manhood as thick as my wrist. A glistening droplet clung to the tip. "My God!" I gasped.

The sensible part of my brain was shoved into a small corner by animal lust. I laid back down and said quietly, "Don't go to the men's room. Please!" I scooted down until my butt was nearly off the edge of the table. This made my legs point almost straight up.

He entered me too gently. The head stretched me. "More!" I said through my teeth. "Push it in! All of it!" He grunted and impaled me, pushing his total length up my cunt. Yes, it hurt at first, but I reveled even in that. The pressure made me fart and I think I might have peed on him a little, but I was not embarrassed. I was weirdly proud of feeling his balls bump my buns. I'd taken all of him!

He had barely begun pumpimg me when I came the first time, gasping and groaning. A woman was moaning "Fuck me! Fuck me!" and, through a hot fog, I realized it was me.

He said something about my bouncing tits and I felt him groping them, thumbing and tweaking the nipples. I arched my back to give him better access.

I came again as his fingers were rammed up my ass. I tried to gasp out my appreciation but could only manage an animal like grunt. I did hear him say, "I'm going to finish in there!" I was sure he'd kill me if he sodomized me and I didn't care....I'd happily die that way.

He suddenly pulled out of me and I felt so empty. Limp and groggy, I felt myself being dragged off the examination table and laid on my stomach on the floor. I spread my legs and raised my hips to open my buns. My fingers clawed the carpeting in fear and eager anticipation. I felt his weight on my back and something that seemed the size of a fence post pressing against my asshole. I felt it start to open and the huge head of his cock entering me. The pressure was incredible.

I must have passed out momentarily. Suddenly I felt his cock so far inside me that it seemed about to come out of my mouth. My anus felt like an over extended rubber band around his shaft. He fit in me too tightly to pump at first. Then he yanked me up on my hands and knees. That seemed to open me just enough and the pumping began, slowly at first, but then faster. My breasts bounced and swung beneath me. I peed down my leg and didn't care as something like a continous orgasm began. I dropped onto my elbows.

Just before I collapsed completely, I felt myself being flooded with warmth. He groaned and his hips jerked, giving me short, brutal thrusts. I fell over on my side, feeling his cock jerk out of my asshole. His cum poured out across my left buttock and I passed out again.

I awoke in a moment, lying on my back. He was kneeling over me, straddling my ribs and holding his penis in one hand. "I didn't quite finish" he said simply. I  understood. I opened my mouth. He pushed as much of his cock in my mouth as he could without gagging me. Then he leaned further forward and, supporting himself with his arms, he began fucking my face. I knew where that penis had just been. I didn't care. I sucked him greedily, swallowing most of his last spurts as some of it ran out of the corners of my mouth. At last he finished and got up and went to his desk.

I guess he spoke into an intercom. "Hi, Mary? I'm finished with Mrs. Richardson. Will you come in and help her please?" I was only slightly surprised. It had become pretty plain I wasn't the only patient this had happened to.

Nurse Mary came in and looked at me. She shook her head. "You know, this really backs up the schedule when you work one over this much." The doctor shrugged. "It was her first time and I thought she needed it." I couldn't really disagree with that.

The nurse helped me to my feet and sort of propped me up against the exam table as she expertly cleaned me up. "Where did he shoot his load dear, up your ass?" I nodded weakly and she bent me over the table and shoved something up my ass. I was later to discover it was a butt plug. "That'll keep you from leaking cum into your panties," she assured me. When I was finally able to walk on my own, she said, "When you get down to the dressing room, tell the girls there to come on down."

My knees were still wobbly and I had to touch the wall as I walked down the hall. I was in for one last surprise when I reached the dressing room.

Sitting on two of the chairs were a woman about my age and a petite teenage girl who looked very familiar. Both of them were nude. The girl looked up at me and her jaw dropped.

"Mom! That's Mrs. Richardson!" she exclaimed. "I had her last year for history at school!"

The girl was shocked at my appearance. My hair was a mess and my cunt hung open. It was pretty obvious what had happened to me. Of course, there was also the butt plug.

Her mother didn't even seem surprised. "First visit?" she asked. I nodded. "This is Emily's first time here," she continued."I've been seeing Dr. Sahid for a few years now." I looked at the line of Emily's cunt visible through her sparse pubic hair and thought of the doctor's huge penis. "Think she's ready?" I asked. They both stood up and the woman said, "Oh yes...the doctor specifically asked that she come in just before her sixteenth birthday." Then they both went down the hall, their buns bouncing in unison. I got dressed and left.

I happened to see Emily in the hall at school a few days later. She avoided making eye contact with me and I noticed she walked with a limp. I took her aside and whispered in her ear, "Try sitting in a hot bath for a while. It'll make it feel better!" She simply nodded and went on to her next class. As I watched her walk away, I thought of my own daughter who was just Emily's age....

By the time I was in my teens I had a full-blown nylon fetish, by now women were wearing pantyhose instead of stockings but I still loved nylon encased legs. I had quite a collection of nylons most of which I got when Mom or my sister discarded theirs; I would wait until no one noticed then take them out of the bin. I was also wearing nylons a lot when no one was around or I was in bed and masturbated while wearing a pair of pantyhose and then placing a nylon on my cock. One of my favourite pastimes was visiting my Aunt Mary, she was a single mom who lived alone with two daughters, and they all wore pantyhose. While my sister was playing with the two girls I would rummage in their bins for discarded hose and rifle their laundry basket. Then one day I got caught.

I was 15 and Abegail, my eldest cousin was 18, and she was the one that caught me. The three girls had supposedly gone shopping with Aunt Mary, leaving me to my carnal pantyhose pleasures while they were gone. What I didn’t know was that Abby had left the others to return home, feigning a stomach upset. But I found out later that she suspected I was tampering with her lingerie and she intended to catch me. She told me later that she had noticed stains on her pantyhose when she washed them and as she was 18 and sexually active, she had good idea what those stains were. I was by this time, oblivious to the world, hiding in their bathroom wearing a pair of sheer pantyhose and stroking myself through the sheer nylon gusset. Abegail burst through the door and shouted "I knew it, you pervert, I knew you were wanking in my lingerie, you fucking little pervert". I was so scared and embarrassed; here I was standing in her bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of her pantyhose and a hard-on, which by now was quickly deflating. I lost control of my legs and sat down heavily on the toilet seat.

"You fucking Nancy boy" she said, "wait until I tell your mom, my mom, your sister, every fucking one that you’re a Nancy-boy, pantyhose wearing, pervert!" I was so scared and started begging her, "please Abby, don’t tell anyone, I’ll do anything you say, I’ll stop doing this, I promise!" I was a pathetic sight standing in front of her naked, grovelling to her. She was standing over me fully dressed, she was wearing a cute little purple mini-skirt, white blouse and platform heels (this was the 70s remember) and of course, beige pantyhose (beige and white were the mainstay of 70s hosiery). "You bet you’ll do anything ‘pantyboy’" she said, "You’ll do whatever I fucking well say or everyone will know about your little pantyhose perversion!" By now the initial shock had worn off and couldn’t help noticing her legs showing nicely below her mini, she had one foot forward and her hands on her hips in a dominating pose, she was a little chubby but had nice legs and a pretty face. Of course her standing like that with her silken hose covered legs at eye level had an obvious effect on my penis. Abby had never particularly liked me and had teased me a lot when I was younger, her being three years older she was always dominant, now she noticed my gradually stiffening penis. "You fucking freak, you can’t help yourself can you?" she said pointing at my nylon-covered appendage, "well now that horrible thing is sticking out, you humiliation starts now pantyboy". "Stand up pantyboy" she said, "lets see what that pathetic little dicky looks like". I knew Abby had had a few boyfriends and guessed she was no stranger to male anatomy, and I definitely knew she was certainly not going to miss the chance to humiliate as much as she could, but standing there, her tight sheer pantyhose encasing my lower body, and her being fully dressed somehow excited me.

I stood up and my now erect penis was pushing out the gusset of the hose, there was a small pool of clear pre-come forming at the end of my penis and soaking into the nylon. "Well you are the panty-boy, aren’t you, now I know why those stains were appearing my pantyhose every time you visited, you disgusting little pervert. Go on, show me what you do when your wearing my nylons." I stammered, "what do you mean?" "You know what I mean pantyboy, wank that disgusting little cock!" She started to laugh as I took my cock in my hand and started to stroke it through the nylon, "you really are pathetic you know" she said, "I’ll bet you’ve never even been with a girl before have you!" "No" I answered looking down at my pathetic nylon covered toes, tears were starting to form in my eyes and I didn’t want her to see me cry. She stepped forward and lifted my chin, "stop that you pathetic pantyboy, I don’t want you simmering away, now stroke that fucking cock! Show me what you do in my hose or the whole world will know!"

I put everything else out of my mind and just stared at the little purple mini and her thighs below the hem. I started to stroke my hosed member again. It started to feel nice and I could feel really myself engorge at the thrill of what I was doing, wanking off in front of Abby. I have to admit it was a fantasy I had had previously when I masturbated while wearing her pantyhose. I stroked it faster, rubbing the sleek nylon gusset against my turgid member and staring at her legs, imagining my cock rubbing against them. "You fucking pervert!" she hissed, "your really enjoying that aren’t you! Well I’ll put a stop to that!" She reached out and slapped my hand away from my cock. "Leave it alone pantyboy" she said, I looked down again at my toes, humiliated again. "Don’t look down, look at me! And leave that alone!" she said pointing to my hard cock poking out the front of her pantyhose. Its disgusting she said and all of a sudden reached out and grabbed it to make her point. It was too much, I was close to coming before, but the feel of a girl’s hand holding my cock while it was encased in sheer nylon was a sensory overload. I shuddered and groaned as I spent my seed. The ejaculation pulsed out of my throbbing penis and poured through the nylon gusset into Abby’s hand.

Abbey of course was disgusted and wiped her hand on my body, covering me with my own semen. "Now fuck off out of here pantyboy," she said, "and never touch my underwear ever again". I heard her mocking laughter as I ran down the hall the bedroom in which I was staying. To say I was terrified was an understatement; I was so scared she would tell everyone about my perversion. Days, then weeks passed and nothing happened. Whenever I met Abbey she would snigger at me but never bought up the day she caught me. I wondered why she had the ultimate degradation to inflict on me but didn’t. Then it dawned on me, she was older that me, she had humiliated me, she should have known better and more importantly, what she did to me was wrong.

It was then I hatched my plan. Next time we visited Aunt Mary, I confronted Abbey in her bedroom "what do you want pantyboy" she sneered. I told her what I had been thinking about what happened "well what the fuck you going to do about it pantyboy, you can’t tell anyone otherwise they will know you are a pervert". I was really angry now and answered "I am going to tell mom, she wont care about what I was doing, just what you did to me, your older and should know better, she will tell your mom for sure!" I could see she was starting to sweat, her bluff had been called. "Please don’t tell" she said, "I’m sorry, I take back what I did." Not good enough I said as my plan formulated further in my mind. "You have to be punished for humiliating me," I said. "Whhhhhhhhhat do u mean?" Abbey looked flabbergasted. "You have to make it up to me" I said, "or I just leave right now and tell mom and Aunt Mary what happened!" "Ok, ok, ok" she said cutting me off as I headed for the door, she closed the door and locked it. "What do you want from me?" she asked. "Well’ I said, "I know that you have had boy friends so I figure you must know all about sex." She looked shocked "so!" she said. "Well now your going to let me do some things to you that you have probably done before anyway, so you shouldn’t mind" I grinned evilly at her. "No fucking way!" she exclaimed. "Ok then" I said and started to unlock the door. "Alright!" she sighed disgustedly. "Sit on the bed and don’t say another word" I said, "now its time for to pay". She sat demurely on the edge of the bed. She was wearing another A-line mini, white this time, a pink blouse, platform shoes, and of course, my favourite beige pantyhose. I sat down beside her and placed my hand on her knee, the nylon felt silky against my fingers and immediately began to stiffen. I stroked her leg up and down from the top of her thigh to her ankle. She just sat there and stared up at the ceiling, enduring my molestation. She stiffened as I my hand went under her skirt and rested on her silky nylon panties. They were full cut sheer white nylon. Her hand went on mine and tried to push me away, "Mom" I yelled, but not loud enough for anyone outside the room to hear. She understood the threat and took her hand away. Now I stroked her through her panties, feeling the nylon of the panties rubbing on the nylon of her pantyhose gusset was making me extremely aroused. I noticed her breathing was deeper and quicker and her eyes were closed. I eased my hand down to my shorts and freed my erect member. I leaned over and began to rub it on her pantyhosed leg as I continued to stroke her panties. We were now both breathing deeply and heavily and I could feel her panties becoming moist to my touch. I was so excited, the first time I touched a girl there and she was enjoying it, even if she was being forced to do so. I gently pushed her back on the bed and climbed over her, she whimpered "nhhoo", but her heart wasn’t in it. I pushed her skirt up to her waist and lay on top of her. My throbbing penis was pushing against the nylon of her panties and as I began to grind it back and forth, I felt it rubbing against her panty and pantyhose covered pussy. Amazingly she began to push back against me, matching my thrusts with her own. I put my hand down and moved her panty crotch to one side and tried to push my member through the hose; "NO, NO, NO, NO!" she whispered in my ear, "you cant do that, you can’t fuck me". She reached down and placed my penis in the folds of her pussy, but still protected by the sheer nylon of her pantyhose, then she eased the silky gusset of her panties over the top of my penis. It was exquisite, my penis in a nylon trap, the sheer hose covering her pussy was pushing against the base of my penis and the silky gusset of her panties was pushing against the top of it as we thrust against each other. We ground against each other, panting and sighing, but I felt myself ready to come. She felt it as well and wrapped her nylon-encased legs around me and held me to her as she pushed her silky gusseted pussy against my penis. Then she kissed me thrusting her tongue deeply inside my mouth as I exploded against my cousin. I could feel my semen saturating her pantyhosed pussy and legs and soaking her panties. She was pushing against me so hard and she groaned "Goooooooooooodddd" into my mouth as she was kissing me and shuddering with her own orgasm.

I enjoyed Abbey’s pleasure many times over the next few months; she always kept her pantyhose on to prevent me from entering her. She explained that, as I wasn’t actually fucking her, in her mind, we were not really breaking a family taboo. We were exploring new ways to pleasure ourselves, she knew I loved the feel of nylon against my cock because she had caught me wearing her pantyhose. So it did not take long before I was wearing her pantyhose during our ‘sessions’. One day she had me wear a pair of her nylon panties over sheer to the waist pantyhose whilst she was dressed the same. The feeling of our highly aroused sexual organs rubbing together encased in folds of nylon from the panties, straining against the sheer nylon gussets of the pantyhose was wondrous.

But then as suddenly as our sexual encounters started they came to a screaming halt. It did not take too long for 18 year old Abegail to acquire a new boyfriend, a new jealous boyfriend. Besides the fact that she now hardly had any spare time at all when I visited, she explained to me that if we continued what we were doing she would be cheating on him. Also she said she believed what we doing was very close to incest; she could not continue our sessions any longer but had enjoyed what we had done in the past. She asked me not to be jealous of her boyfriend but to remember fondly our lovely encounters. Abbey gave me two pairs of her pantyhose and a pair of her sheerest panties as a ‘farewell present’.

My passion for nylons and nylon panties continued on through my teens and into my twenties. I still wore pantyhose and whenever possible nylon panties to bed and to masturbate. I liked to wrap a sheer stocking around my cock whenever I wanked. I managed to get myself girlfriends, (always girls that wore pantyhose often), lose my virginity, and on the odd occasion find a girl that would share my nylon fetish. A couple of my girlfriends let me fuck them while they still wore their stockings or pantyhose and one girlfriend I had when I was 25 would let me wear pantyhose as well.

One afternoon my girlfriend Eileen and I were in the bedroom of my flat lying on the bed. I had my hand under her skirt, stroking her pantyhosed thighs. My hand would wonder across her crotch, pushing against her nylon encased mound; she was moaning and pushing against my hand. "That feels so good" she whispered. "I know" I said, "I just love the feel of nylon against me too". She giggled, "go on then – get dressed, I know you want too". I quickly discarded my clothes and slipped on a pair of sheer pantyhose. Eileen was hip to my fetish by now and we had often fucked whilst both wearing hose. Her hand slipped up my nylon legs and lightly caressed my balls. I was in heaven as I maintained my pressure on her silken clad mound. I pushed her back on the bed; she looked magnificent, fully clothed with her red miniskirt hiked up around her waist, sheer taupe pantyhose, white nylon panties, and red high heels. I climbed on her and ground my hard member against her mound. My cock and balls encased in the fabric of my pantyhose was rubbing against her pussy covered in the sheer nylon of her pantyhose and panties. I reached down and with my fingernail I made a small hole in the front of my pantyhose and let my dick poke through. I now had my cock rubbing and pushing into her pussy. I could feel her outer pussy lips against my cock head through the nylon of her hose and panties. I again reached down and this time made a small hole in the gusset of her pantyhose. "Oh Dear! I ruin more nylons this way" she giggled and wrapped her sheer nyloned legs around by back as my penis pushed aside the fabric of her panties and slid into her. I was so excited and was already close to coming. "You really do love nylons don’t you darling" she whispered in my ear as she thrust up against me slowly. "Oh my God yes" I whimpered, on the verge of orgasm. "I have an idea," she said, and to my despair she eased me out of her glistening pussy. "What are you doing" I begged. "I’m so close." Again she giggled and to my surprise she reached over to the bedside table and dipped her hand into the drawer where I kept my pantyhose, stockings, and panties. She drew out a sheer nylon stocking and to my utter amazement and delight, slipped it over my hard penis. She slowly stroked my throbbing member through the nylon of the sheer stocking. "Christ I’m going to come!" I shouted. "Not yet" she whispered into my ear as she slid back under me and positioned my stocking encased member against the entry to her soaking pussy. She then pushed slowly but firmly against me, sliding the nylon covered cock into her cunt. I was in heaven. Her hot wet pussy was gripping my stocking covered cock like a silken glove. At the same time my pantyhosed balls and legs were rubbing against her pantyhosed legs and sheer pantied arse. I couldn’t hold it any longer; I exploded deep inside her. Needless to say I married Eileen.

The sun was warm and looking beautiful in the western sky, it would be dark in an hour or so, I thought.

I put on a pair of daggie old track pants worn through with no tie at the top and a bonds blue singlet my old runners grabbed the lead and opened the gate.

Like a shot, a flash of brown and white and BJ tore through the gate like a greyhound out of the box on race day.

We headed over the fenced off area and the gate near our house that leads into the 200 acres of native bush filled with Kangaroo paws, lilies, Australian grass trees (Black Boys) and many other beautiful species of native Australian trees shrubs and flowers.  The spring rain had made the budding trees and shrubs open up and the smell of honey wafted through the cool shaded trees and enveloped its scent around me.

We had only walked for about 10 minutes and were now deep in the bush when I saw a large black dog roaming free about 40 metres ahead.  I grabbed BJ and held her.  I never have had to put the lead on her as she is very obedient and answers quickly to all commands, so I just held her and told her to stay.

The other dog was huge and looked like a cross between a St Bernard and Rottwieler but the way it was bouncing around I felt fairly sure it was just a huge playful canine loving the native smells of other dogs and plants.

The large animal suddenly stopped and I heard a sound, a female calling the dog a little way off.  The dog stopped and pricked up its ears then moved off the walking path on the left side of the bush.  I lost sight of it as it became hidden by the mass of bush so I walked on with BJ and came along side where I thought the dog had disappeared, but as I did so our presence was smelt by the dog and it came bouncing back and nearly collided with me and started to frolic round BJ getting very excited.  BJ had been spayed but this dog was a large male and had a dick the size of a very large man at least a good 10 inches, I assumed that the dogs name maybe tripod! But BJ was having nothing of it and just started to bounce around with the other dog.

I watched for 30 seconds before I heard a, ‘hello’ from somewhere in the bush from where ‘tripod’ had come from.  I said, ‘hello are you all right’ to which the reply came, no, not really, do you think you could come in here and help me I have fallen and cannot free myself’.

I said, ‘are you hurt’ as I started to move toward the voice.  ‘No not really just my pride’s a little damaged’.

I struggled into the bush which was predominately large Australian Grass trees and other low shrubs.  The ground was very wet as the spring rain had fallen yesterday and due to the large covering of foliage could not dry out.  I took another step and ended up in a bout 3 inches of black and brown slimy mud.

I said out aloud, ‘where exactly are you, what is your name’. She replied, ‘my name is Samantha and I think if you keep coming forward a few steps you will see me’.

I said, ‘what the hell were you doing in here anyway’.  Samantha said, ‘I came in here for a wee and fell over’.

I took a few more steps and then stopped.

In front of me Samantha was on her knees in about 6 inches of mud, barefoot with a tiny denim mini skirt on and a very tiny blue shirt tied at the front of what I could just see to be very ample firm bosoms.

But what totally mesmerized me was her hair.  As she had fallen forward and with the help of a little breeze her beautiful golden mane of hair had acted like some parachute and lodged itself into hundreds of the grass trees sticky long leaves.  The leaves are like very long tiny rods like wire but have one way shaped hair on them.

All one length her mane ran down her back and hung over her tiny bottom and proceeded half way down her leg. I had to estimate that standing her hair would nearly reach her knees.

The site was incredible like a huge spider web of silk spun between each plant.  Some of the hair had mud on it where Samantha had tried to dislodge it.  It shone like millions of glass shards as sunlight fell through the large eucalypt trees towering over head.

I said, ‘Uh hi you really do have yourself in a very interesting position don’t you?’

‘By the way my name is John.’

I had approached through the bush to Samantha’s left side, so I couldn’t make out how old she was or what she looked like but her voice was soft and sensual as she said, please get me out of this I have been here for nearly 10 minutes’

I said. ‘Sure I’ll help if I can.’

I moved around the front of her and realized that I was already excited by the sight of this girl with the most amazing hair I had ever seen and now I had a chance to touch it, man what a day!.

As I maneuvered myself towards Samantha’s head I also realized that my old track pants really didn’t hide my large erection very well and was right at her head height, luckily for me Samantha had her head down.

Just as I thought that she said, ‘God this must look odd to you John, I really appreciate you help, I need to raise my head a little as I am getting a bit dizzy here on my hands and knees. 

I panicked then and said, ‘are you sure, I mean don’t you think you should just stay the way you are you don’t want your most incredible hair to tear or get more tangled do you!’  She said ‘did you say incredible hair John?’ I stumbled for something to say and so just said, ‘Well I ere, yes, I really love long beautiful hair and yours is the most incredible hair I have ever seen!, Samantha.’

As I said this I had moved forward to start detangling Samantha’s hair. My now solid rod was near Samantha’s head but I managed to lean over so that she would not feel it touch her head.  A thrill ran through my body and into my throbbing penis as I grabbed a small handful of the silken threads detangled them from the leaves and raised them up to my face and smelt it.  It was like smelling the bush and soap and lavender and very female, the hair was soft and smooth and as I released my grip I was mesmerized as I watched it run through my fingers like water and I suddenly felt cheated as the final thread left my hand.

I began to reach for some more when I heard a sucking sound and as I looked down saw that Samantha had pulled one, then the other hand out of the mud, and grab on to the bottom of my legs.  ‘Sorry about the mud’, she said, ‘perhaps after this I will wash them for you’. 

I felt her grab higher up my legs like a climber edging up a cliff face, she worked her dirty hands up my leg to my knees and stopped there for support.

She then raised her head slowly upwards and as she did I looked down and a ray of sunlight hit her face and she looked directly into my eyes. I heard my breath.

I was dumb struck by her beauty, perfect almond shaped ocean blue eyes a cute smooth nose and very very full lips completely made up with lipstick, her skin was clean and fresh with just a few specks of splattered mud on them which made her look like she had a beauty spot (or two).  She looked at me and we stared at each other which felt like for ever.  Perhaps it was the rescuer, rescuing the damsel-in-distress look, I don’t know but as we looked I noticed she had let go of my actual leg and had scrunched the track pants in her fists on both sides.  She smiled and I smiled back as if to say thanks when suddenly her face changed and in an instant she lost her balance, the mud gave way where her knees were covered, and she slipped falling back down still holding on to my pants.

She let out a scream as she went down because her hair was still entangled and it pulled against her scalp then silence as her head hit the mud fully dragging down my pants and burying them in the mud, below my now covered runners.  I went to reach down for her but she quickly come up spitting and coughing mud, but she was laughing at the same time and in the shock I too started to laugh.

I said, ‘Jeez are you alright Samantha’, worried.

She said, ‘God what a mess’ she said between laughs and reached up again and grabbed my now naked knees covering them in mud which happily ran down my calves.

Samantha looked up at me and her face and eyes were covered in mud.  I quickly took of my singlet and reached down to wipe off the excess mud from her face and carefully from around those lovely eyes.  

She said after I had cleared her eyes, ‘John, now that I can see I notice you have a rather large bulge in your pants and I was wondering if I might do something with it as a way of saying thanks, you know what I mean?’ I was about to say something when Samantha reached up and pulled my jocks down with one hand releasing my huge erect member that had already started to leak with expectant fluid.  She pulled the jocks down into the mud and they disappeared into the slime.  With the other hand she reached down into the slime and grabbed a large handful of slimy mud then reached up and gently rubbed it onto my penis and balls and around under and into my arse. 

I nearly exploded there on the spot, but for some reason she seemed to control me and the tension and pleasure just go higher and higher.  I had never felt such immense pleasure and not blown my lode but she then started to stroke me gently but expertly up and down stopping momentarily on my deep purple swollen knob that was pulsating and waiting for the ultimate explosion.

I reached down and grabbed handfuls of that silken hair and smelt it and wrapped it up over and around my naked body and the warmth it gave and the sensual feeling sent me higher still and I heard Samantha groaning as if she too were having an orgasm.

Suddenly I was unable to take anymore and she knew it, I was so close to exploding I didn’t even know if I was going to be able to control it.  She continued to stroke me with both hands now they had been all over my body, her left hand was still rubbing my granite hard cock and her other hand had scooped handfuls of mud and had literally covered the mid to lower part of my body and now she had reached around my arse and had inserted some fingers in my arse and was pushing them in and out at the same time as she stroked my cock, I was nearly off this planet with pure excitement.

I knew I couldn’t stand much more when suddenly she stopped for a split second and the cold slimy mud that had covered and caressed my dick was gone and a warm smooth feeling had encased my throbbing cock.  I looked down and saw Samantha had accepted my entire 8 inches into her mouth and was sucking and sliding my dick in and out at the same time still fingering my arse.   

She sucked hard and swallowed me whole and her fingers increased in there speed and she drove them home into my arse, I was on another plane of existence now not knowing the incredible feeling I was experiencing, my mouth was wet my body covered in mud and sweat ran down and left streaks in the mud between the hairs on my chest and around my shaft hair.  I felt her hair tickle and caress me and knew that my sweat would get her hair wet but I didn’t care I was in heaven and didn’t want anything to stop this ever.!

I reached over and grabbed all the hair I could and literally fell into it lost in an orgasm that I could never have believed possible.  I exploded into her mouth with full force and wondered how she could keep sucking me as I filled her mouth with loads and loads of cum.  As I came and came she groaned wanting more and more and she sucked and sucked trying to empty me completely until finally I was exhausted.

She finally released me and I looked down between the hair I had cocooned myself in and saw her licking the remains of my cum and some mud into her mouth smiling with those beautiful full lips and perfect white teeth and those eyes looked very cheeky indeed.

After a minute or two I stopped puffing and said, ‘That was the most incredible head-job I have ever had and will probably ever have again Samantha I really wasn’t expecting THAT much thanks but hey anytime I can help just say the word.’

Samantha said, ‘I really enjoyed that too John, but can you free this end of my hair so that I can at least raise my head a little more, I do enjoy this height especially with you here though.’  I said, ‘Uh sure I’ll just get the left side free than you can turn your head a bit and now the right, god you really are beautiful Samantha and your hair is very magnificent, it really will need some tender loving care when you get home a good wash and plenty of conditioner and maybe you will have to trim one or two as I suspect there may be some split ends after this.’

I freed the left and right sides and Samantha was able to raise her head a little more, I knelt down in the mud in front of her.  ‘Hi’ I said, ‘I’ll just give you a little rest and then I’ll attack you from behind, uh I mean I’ll free up the rest of your hair OK.’

‘Attack me from behind you say mmm, sounds Ok to me, she said smiling a very cheeky grin and licking her lips she said, ‘John I am really very horny after giving you head and I think my little hole is starting to drip and run down my leg, if you feel like it when you back there ‘attacking me’ do you think you might just sort out my obvious problem?’

I was amazed and looked at her and smiled back and said, OK I’ll see what I can do Samantha’.  I got up and went to walk around her but had to un-stick my runners from the mud and had to waddle as my pants and jocks were around my ankles and saturated in mud. I moved around the grass trees trying to avoid getting spiked as I was now completely naked and managed after several attempts to get behind her.

Half of her hair was still attached to the leaves and thousands of strands run through many leaves at once.  I was wondering how I was going to free this entire incredible mane without damaging it.  The thought of Samantha having to cut it really upset me now.

I looked down then and to my complete amazement realized that Samantha did not have any underpants on and her skirt in the kneeling position only came to the top of her bottom, her glorious long hair, a good two of my handfuls, had caressed themselves in the lovely join of her bottom and a mixture of her juices and the mud had soaked her hair through and it appeared as though she had a large horse like tail.  It majestically covered her arse and cunt but I could tell she was wet, because that wasn’t just mud soaking through there, no way! I felt a stirring below.

I knelt down behind her and she said, ‘So how bad is I John?’  I said, ‘Bad, Samantha, real bad, I am going to have to operate and quickly,’ I said laughing.  She said, ‘Well John do what you have to do.’

I reached down and grabbed the bottom of the hair that was now in the mud with my right hand and also grabbed the hair resting on her back with my left and began to pull it up through out of her nice little arse, but as I did so she started to groan and moan, so I stopped and then started again and as I did so, so did she.  I reached down and grabbed a handful of mud and placed it on top of her back at the top of her arse and allowed it to slowly trickle down over her hair and between her cheeks.  She groaned louder now and so I grabbed more mud and did the same thing, then I grabbed her long ‘tail’ at either end again and began to pull it back and forward between her cheeks over her arse and between those sweet saturated flaps forcing the soft slimy muddy hair onto her clit.  I  grabbed more hair to join the tail and added more and more mud then slowly using the hair added pressure onto her clit sliding up and down and Samantha moaned and squirmed and reached a small orgasm then started to breath heavier again and had another orgasm.

Samantha stared to writhe and groan louder and louder and as she did I noticed to my amazement my erection starting to grow, ‘No way’ I thought.

I scooped more and more mud on to Samantha’s back and I was getting more and more excited and started to lose rational control as my erection started to drive me crazy.  I scooped up mud from between Samantha’s legs and piled it on top of her back now starting to cover her entire body.  With her free hands she reached down in front of herself and scooped up her own handfuls of mud and started to plaster her breasts all the time groaning louder and louder, then suddenly she ripped her top open and massaged the mud into her bare solid breast whilst I still piled the mud on her back and trailing the saturated hair between her buttocks and now very swollen very moist flaps.

Samantha was lost in her own orgasmic pleasure again and again and I was lost in something I couldn’t explain. Samantha was now covered in the mud she had scooped up, the slim was in her hair and on her face and covered her hair saturating it, I too helped this along and noticed that as the mud wet the hair it came away from the grass tree’s leaves with ease.  Nearly all the hair was either free or most mud caked now and another massive organism was rising fever pitch.  My erection was again rock hard and I knew I had to do something with it or I too would burst. 

I pulled up the tail of hair and it went slap on her back and when I looked down I saw her exquisitely small cunt dripping with juices and this nearly made me blow right there and then.  Her juice smell came up to me and told me she needed me to fuck her badly and I knew in my self that if I didn’t do it soon we would miss the ultimate climax a couple could ever share as one.  Samantha was still massaging her breasts and groaning so much I thought she might be in pain, but she realized I had momentarily stopped rubbing her clit and started to wriggle her tiny arse around urgently as if daring me to shoot my solid arrow into her quivering mound.  I knelt now level to her arse and as I looked down I thought how beautiful her mound was all shaven and smooth and I lined my now fully extended shaft with her mound and drove it in full length knowing that she would be wet as all hell and it would not hurt.

Suddenly Samantha arched as I speared her rear and she came back towards me as if wounded and the mud covered mass of hair fell on to my sliding cock lubricating it even more as I pulled out and thrust back in each time Samantha arched back. I grabbed her now and pulled her back towards my chest and grasp hold of those perfect rock hard breasts and gently squeezed her solid ripe nipples.  She screamed like a wild thing and I joined her as we both came together and as she felt the hot fluid stream through her femininity she screamed again and again and I squeezed her nipples harder and she reached up and squeezed my fingers harder again onto her nipples until I though the pain would suddenly stop her but she continued as I emptied myself into her but she wanted more and she pushed back and forward wanting more and more, but I was spent and collapsed backwards pulling her on top of me still inside her and I sank into the mud covering the rest of my mudded body.

We lay there for a while wondering at what had just happened and where to from now I guess.

Samantha was cooing and still trying to slide around on my belly both of us covered in mud, and then she reached around her body and grasped my dick in her muddy hand as she pulled herself free of me.  I felt suddenly weary but in an amazing way as Samantha rolled over and we became chest to chest her mass of hair dripping with mud and some running down over her small nose and firm lips to her chin were it dripped on to my chin. I felt the press of those beautiful breasts against my chest and felt the warmth of her body ebb into me as I lay half buried in the cool mud.

Her wonderful golden hair now black and brown matted as it fell in lumps on to my chest. She smiled at me with a content look and all I could see was those white teeth and  clear blue eyes against the natural mud mask she now wore.

I said, ‘Wow look at your hair now I hope this mud has some conditioner in it and I guess we know where to come if we need a mud mask, laughing.

She looked at me and smiled and said, ‘thanks John, I really appreciate your help, now you did say I need to wash my hair and condition it with extra care didn’t you before, so would it be to much trouble if you came around now and helped me to wash it?’

I just looked at her and smiled knowing I was in for one incredible night.  Dogs? What dogs!?

Written By Oomoof

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The front door unlocked and Roger came in. He smiled and said, “I am glad you decided to come for day two”, as he walked to the back of the store. He smiled and said, “I guess I did not scare you off after last night? You decided to still keep your promise of not quitting?” Amanda said, “I told you I am not a quitter, and I hope that curiosity does not kill the cat”. No pun intended to the cat suit reference. Roger arrived at Amanda and noticed she had put on the cat suit from the previous day. He noticed new accessories, different than the on the previous day. He said, “nice gloves, and I see you found the heels I got you”. Amanda also did not have the corset on from last night. Amanda initially thought the corset was fun and erotic, but after a few hours she could really feel the pressure of it pushing against her, and did not want to deal with any pressure that day. Roger said “you won’t be wearing that latex outfit, but latex is definitely the theme for tonight. Amanda wondered what he meant? He probably meant another latex outfit he had. They stood there in a moment of silence staring at each other, and Roger barked out, “are you going to take it off?” Amanda responded quickly by peeling it off herself and dropping it to the ground. Roger said, “Thank you. We have much to do before we open.” He walked over to an open area in the back of the store and Amanda followed, noticing a new 6’X8’ piece of very thick plastic with a metal frame around the edges. It was lying flat on the floor. It looked like an oversized picture frame. Roger handed her a few pictures to look at. Amanda had never seen anything like this before. Roger said “They are pieces of abstract art that I have made sold, a few times, to some customers. They are like a 3D picture. I take a rubber, very detailed, life like mannequin, dress it in pieces of lingerie, fetish wear, or just kept naked, and put it in a pose. I cover everything in a sheet of very strong, soft, and extremely stretchable latex I clamp the trim pieces around the outside of the frame, and it seals the outside of the latex sheet against the frame making it air-tight. I then connect a vacuum to the valve embedded in the sheet and suck out all the air. It is similar the way they vacuum pack food. It makes an erotic, large piece of art to hang on a wall.

 

Roger then said “as for tonight, let’s get you ready”. He came up behind Amanda and put a thick ball gag in her mouth, and quickly fastened it behind her head. Roger said “I have no time to listen to any questions or complaints tonight. We will need all the time we have before we open.” Amanda was now ‘literally’ speechless. He handed her a black corset with a silver ring hanging on each side. She put it on and he pulled it tight and tied it, displaying her Victorian figure now visible again. Four adjustable straps were then handed to her. Each had a silver ring attached to them also.  There were two for her wrists and two for her ankles. He helped her snap on the one-inch wide, round-studded wrist straps, and then the two identical type straps around her ankles.  Roger then said ‘lie down on the frame. Lie on your back and look straight up. Amanda got down on the frame and had her arms at her side and her legs together and wondered what was the point of this now? Roger said ‘OK, now spread your legs apart.  Spread you arms above your head now, in the spread eagle position.” Amanda was curious as to what was next, and felt very vulnerable and naked, with her legs spread wide, wearing only the corset and straps. Roger said, “don’t move”. Amanda did not move at all, and felt him go around to each wrist and ankle and do something, but did not feel him attach the clips to her wrists and ankles. They came out of the frame and she never saw them when she had laid down. He had just fastened the two corset clips when she tried to move her arms and felt them restrained. Amanda pulled at all four attachments and tried to move her hips but it was pointless. Surprised, she looked up at Roger and her eyes said, ‘what’s the idea behind this?’ Roger said “You are already a fantastic model, but now I am going to make you a work of art.”

 

Slight panic set in, as Amanda was helpless and lifted her head to watch Roger go down between her legs. He held above her, a lubricated, very slim, strangely shaped 16” dildo that was only about 1” thick. It looked more like a piece of stiff hose with a penis tip. Roger put the tip of the dildo against her pussy. He said “I am going to slide this deeply in you now, are you ready?” Like she had any choice? He said, “here it goes”, and Amanda felt it start pushing in into her moist young hole. She tried to moan through the ball gag and felt herself getting hotter as he did this. She felt more of it slide in and heard Robert stop pushing and say “that is 3 inches”. He then pushed deeper into her love canal and stopped saying, “that is about 5 inches.” Roger moved the dildo around inside her, getting her wetter as she moaned and squirmed, an orgasm building and seconds away. The anticipation of the night had brought her to this point very quickly. Amanda arched her back off the table, the board, her mind racing, and listened to Roger give a ‘play-by-play’ of his how much she had taken. He pushed the dildo deeper into her and the blood rushed to her head as she started sweating and tried to scream through the ball gag after wave after wave or pleasure came over her in a huge orgasm. Roger moved the dildo around inside her again causing spasms of pleasure that had built up and were now subsiding. Amanda then felt a sharp pain as he hit into her cervix, which was obvious noticeable to him by the way she suddenly jerked her wrists and ankles against the restraints. He stopped and said, “you took about 8 inches and bottomed out. Too bad.” Big surprise there she thought!! Amanda lifted her head and looked toward him and saw the other half of the toy sticking out of her. Roger then said “I have another 8 inches to go, I am only ½ way there.” What?!?! He could not be serious!!! It was as far as it could go! Roger said “I am now going to push this through your cervix into your womb, the reverse path of childbirth. It may be painful at first, but it can be done.” Amanda tried to bring her legs together but her ankle bonds prevented that from happening. Amanda screamed to no avail through gag, trying to get him to realize this was insane! Roger began the test. A sharp pain in her lower belly made her throw her head back and her chest in the air, as he pushed. He pushed against her female organs, as they tried to stop him from going beyond that point. She pulled at the straps again looking for some miracle, but she was locked. The pain became more of intense and shot through her body. Tears in her eyes, she slobbered around the ball gag. Amanda had never felt pain like this. Every muscle in her body tensed up. Roger worked it in slowly, trying not to damage anything, and to follow what he learned from all his research on the internet. Amanda felt like she was on fire inside and got a lightheaded feeling. She tried not to pass out and to fight through the pain. She stayed awake, but her body suddenly went limp, giving up the fight. She lost the battle giving up inch after in of her womanhood to Roger’s assault. The final stop for the cock tip was deep in her belly, and she felt it resting there. She moved her torso around, what little bit she could, and is positive that he penetrated the way he wanted to. Amanda felt the shaft in her womb, the place she had intended to keep untouched until the right time of having a baby grow there. Roger said excitedly, “Incredible, it’s all the way in! I knew I was right, that I could push through your cervix canal into and into your uterus. I knew it! I hope the pain was also pleasurable for you. The whole entire thing is gone and inside you”. Amanda laid there sweating, breathing rapidly, with her arms and legs numb, feeling the overwhelming pain subside, and begin to turn into more of inner pressure and throbbing ache that continued unnerving. Roger came over and knelt beside her, removing the ball gag. He said, “don’t say anything”. Amanda could not speak from the ordeal anyway. Roger said, in a concerned way, “You are OK down there. It was possible for your body to take it deeper than you ever thought. I have broken through one of those walls that you thought impossible. You did it”.”

 

Roger then unclipped the corset rings and removed the corset. He then lifted Amanda’s hips with one hand and she saw him pull something out of his pocket. It is a small, silver, egg-shaped object, and he held it up for her to see. He then reached down and pressed the cold metal egg between her cheeks and against her tight asshole. He held it there, pressed against her tight hole and then pushed with 2 fingers. Amanda’s muscles tightened to prevent the intruder from entering. Nothing has ever been in that tunnel before, as she is a virgin there. With a little more force, the egg opened her up, and she let out a loud moan that went on until she was out of breath. Roger pushed until she swallowed it all, her muscles closing around it. Amanda felt the cold steel egg work its way up inside her, up her tight anal cavity, her muscle spasms helping it, from what was going on in her other canal. 

 

Roger looked up at the clock on the wall noticing opening time closer, and he started to rush. Amanda lifted her head slightly to watch Roger near her feet, as he started to roll a precut piece of black latex over the frame and over her. It felt very thin and durable, like he had said. Able to slightly speak now, even though filled, she asked “how high are you going with that?” Roger said “all the way to here for right now” and stopped at her neck, just above her young perky breasts. Roger said, “this sheet has a few precut pieces and additions to it. I have added two small holes for each nipple, a breathing tube, and small mesh eye-holes so you can see out, but your eyes will not be visible to anyone. Amanda felt the latex roll over her face, as she closed her eyes and felt the breathing tube come to her lips. She took the snorkel tip end into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it. Amanda’s eyes opened and she stared through the small mesh eye-holes. She saw Roger attach a hose to a nozzle built into the latex sheet. The hum of a motor was be heard from under the sheet, and Amanda and noticed herself breathing heavily through the tube. The high-powered vacuum starts sucking all of the air out from between the frame and latex sheet, sandwiching her body in the middle. It was incredible, but in no time, the latex sheet started pulling against her, holding her down. Amanda felt the latex stretching over her and filling every curve and contour. She keep her head straight, and wondered how her mind could have drifted from what still lied buried in her most private womanly organs. It felt so deep within her, and so unnatural. The latex continued to stretch, filling every possible space, and stretched thin to allow every accent on her form to be seen. Amanda came to her senses when the motor stopped. She tried to adjust herself and could not. She was totally immobilized, shrink-wrapped and suctioned to the frame, not able to move even the slightest bit. 

 

Amanda just stared at the ceiling and noticed Roger kneeling beside her. Her nipples, under no pressure, protrude through the holes, the only skin visible.. Roger went to work on them immediately. Amanda glanced down through the eye-holes, as far she could, and saw Roger leaning over her black encased body. He had plastic nipple covers, which looked like pasties that an stripper might wear. They were very pointy and a silver cord hung from the tip of each. Roger said “These have micro-transmitters built into each, and the cord triggers a switch, like a lamp”. He used a heavy contact cement to fix them to her nipples. He pulled the right nipple string. A shock and pinch startled Amanda, and the overhead light above the bare wall behind them turned off. He pulled the cord once more, and the light turned back on. He then pulled the left nipple cord and another shock went through that nipple. The minute it did, she felt the metal egg that was buried in her ass start to vibrate and pulse. It sent shudders through her and she felt herself get hot again. Roger put his head to her stomach and felt it. He said, with some surprise, “‘wow, I can barely hear or feel the vibrations”. Probably because it was buried deep in my bowels, Amanda thought. He pulled the string again, giving her another quick pinch and the vibrations stopped.

 

The latex blanket has been suctioned into every possible area and it defined Amanda’s young attractive figure very sexually. Her bald pussy was incredibly defined as the latex revealed every bit of her lips, hole, and mound.

 

Roger knelt down above Amanda’s head, looking at her helpless and well-defined body. He looked at her shapely body, admiring her curves and saw how perfect it was from the combination of genetics, her age, her diet, and all her exercise. He was pressed for time before the store had to open, but could not resist giving her something in the only hole that remained. He pulled out his cock and stroked it above her face. Amanda saw his balls swinging and dancing in front of eyes. Within minutes, he held his cock over the opening in her only lifeline and came down it. He stroked it and made sure every last drop got down the air hole. Amanda felt the hot semen hit the back of her throat. She tried to swallow quickly, as he shot burst after burst, but count not, because the latex was so tight around her neck. The pressure caused her not to be able to swallow, but continued to allow her to breathe. Roger heard her yelp as she realized she could not swallow, but she also did not choke. Amanda made sure she kept the cum in the back of her mouth, and tried not move it around at all. Amanda thought to do this so she would not choke. A huge wad now rested in the back of her mouth. A thought came to her mind about just spitting it back up the tube. Roger had just finished putting his now soft member away, and quickly pulled something out of his pocket.  He screwed it on the end of the breathing tube. It did not affect Amanda’s breathing, as it continued without interruption. Roger said “this is a filter which will continue to allow you to breath normally, but it is a type of high tech baffle material. It filters sound waves that pass through it. You can scream, moan, or make any other sound, but no sound will come out the other end. It is amazing but very fragile, so do not think of trying to spit that mouthful I left you back out through the tube. It could clog it up, and that would be very bad news.” Amanda eliminated that idea of spitting, and decided that she would be forced to hold a mouth full of his cum once again until 2 AM.

 

Roger took the frame near Amanda’s head. He lifted it, with her attached, and dragged it back, propping it up against the wall. He worked it up the wall, getting it into an upright position. Amanda now stared out across the store. He then lifted it once more, getting it caught on hooks embedded in the wall. Amanda now became a picturesque hanging on display, about four feet off the ground. Amanda hoped she was suspended well, or she would give new meaning to the phrase ’falling flat on your face’. Roger rolled a large mirror across the room and positioned it in front of her. Amanda witnessed what was done for the first time, and was in awe. She saw herself, spread eagle, the only thing against the large, empty wall. She thought about how she had the form of a human bug splattered against a windshield. Amanda observed how the latex showed every defining feature. It was like a snapshot of the exact position she was in when the air was sucked out and was wracked with extreme pain. It was evidence by her hands and feet. One hand was in a tight, clenching, fist position, and the other had fingers spread wide open. One foot had her toes pointing at the ground, arched, like a ballerina position, and the other foot pointed up but with toes curled under.  Roger said, “look down if you can.” Amanda did and saw him put down a black mat in front of her. Roger said, “there is a pressure pad and transmitter in the mat. When someone comes over to admire you, you amazing work of art, and they step the pad, it will slightly and remotely inflate the pussy toy hidden inside you”. Roger took a step forward and stepped on the mat. Amanda’s body shivered as she felt the 16 inch dildo slightly swell starting at the base. Roger said, “don’t worry, it takes a half minute or so to reset, and you only get one burst even though someone just remains on the mat.” I was glad as he stood on the mat, and did not step off. Roger said, “Something else not to worry about. The toy will only get so big and stop. It is failsafe. We can not have you exploding through the front of the picture.” Amanda wondered what his size definition of ‘it will only get so big’ was? She noticed the clock on the wall, it was now 7:00 PM. Roger said, “for your sake, I hope it is a slow night.” He then walked to the front door to open the door. I wondered how many people were waiting outside. Amanda then wondered a few things. She wondered how many visitors the store would have tonight? She looked at herself in the mirror, and wondered how many guy would find her attractive enough to take the time to get a close up? She had always gotten looks, whistles, and compliments from guys who obviously found her attractive, and that was not as revealed as this. Amanda realized now that her model figure had become a ‘double edged sword’.

Roger opened the heavy shuttered windows, and Amanda could not believe what she saw. Roger was happy to see all the business tonight. The storefront was crowded with men waiting to get in. Amanda looked into mirror at the cords hanging from my sensitive breasts then down to the lonely mat placed in front of her. Roger greeted the customers as they entered, many of them regulars. Her eyes went back to the door when she heard a man say to Roger, “That pony girl was great last night! I brought a few friends tonight to see what other new additions you might have.” Amanda closed her eyes and heard a different voice saying, “What is that hanging on the back wall? I have to definitely check that out first”.

Well, anyway, Steve and I were gone for he night at a friend's home and came home the next day. Teresa was there with 4 men, all fucking her hard and deep and rough. She likes that kind of sex. We sat down and were watching and one came over to me but Steve and I let them know we were not playing and we kept out clothes on us. The house is out in the country here in North East Georgia and so we can, if we want to, walk around outside naked if we like which we do sometimes. Like I said, Steve and I stayed dressed and watched the men with Teresa. After over an hour she was still needing to be fucked and kept on playing with them to get them hard and soon they were all soft.

As we had drove up we saw a trailer on the back of a pick up truck and it was the kind that they take animals to the farm in. Finally one of the men got up and took Teresa by the arms and tied her hands together in front of her. She looked like she was ready for soe really hot sex and said, "Now what?" she was laughing. "Time for you to get the fucking of your life lady, let's go." We all got up and walked out to the trailer. There was a horse in it and he was beautiful, Chestnut brown and short. I don't know what kind he is since I do not have this in my memory but he was beautiful. The men kept her there and one went to the other truck and got out some stuff. They said later it was the mating rack(?) I think. I was set up so that a female hourse would be in it and the male could mate with her. Teresa was obviously really scared but hot too. She let them lead her in and tie her in the rack. THey fixed everything up and put something from a container on her bottom. They led the horse in and he started getting excited and he was making all kinds of noise.

They made Teresa so she was bent over and her legs wide apart and led the horse to her. He got up on the rack and got close to her ass and his cock was huge. He was trying to get on her and then one of the men put his cock that was growing against Teresa pussy, spreading it open. The horse took over from there and drove into her suddenly making her scream out. Steve started to go to get it off her but then she bagan screaming different. "Oh damn yes, fill up my cunt, fill it up. Every time the horse went into her he got bigger and he was all in her and fucking her hard. "Oh yeh, fuck the mare, fuck her good, come on stud, fill me up." she kept yelling over and over again. Then the horse began cumming in her. She was having orgasm after orgasm and moving against his huge cock until he finally wanted to get down off her. She was all streached out and cum was gushing out of her but she told the men, "Untie me, I need more." They did and she got next to the horse that had cum all over his cock and began licking him. She managed to get some of him into her mouth and was massaging him.

The horse began getting excited again and she was now under him, licking and sucking all she could get. "Get him in me again" she told the men and she got on the rack again and they put him up there again and she was again full of horse cock. THis time the whole cock, which was over 12 inches and thick, disappeared into her pussy. She was wild as she got fucked again by the horse. Again he filled her with his cum and she was going crazy again. He got down and she got under him again and cleaned him with her mouth and rubber him all over her titties. The men had to help her into the house cause she was so weak from the horse fucking her. They laid her on the couch and she had her hands in her pussy since it was streached out so much. She took handful of horse cum and licked her hands clean and then did it again and again.

She looked up and said, "I think I have a profession as a hooker, don't you?" Steve looked at her, "Maybe as a adult star with anything that has a cock." She will not leave my tits alone now and soon Steve will be here to find us both naked here. When he gets here she is going out to the truck stop near here and fuck all night. Steve and I wil make love. See you all later.

Love

Lynn