Different Avenues

My finger slid slowly across the smoothness, hesitating as it moved in the small steps from left to right, almost searching under the tip for what I wanted, analysing each of the faint outlined boxes that surrounded the large dark numbers that defined the days of the month. My mind searching memory, rapidly jumping through each of the tasks that I already had ahead of me, attempting complex rearrangements, looking for possible postponements to another time or just to cancel altogether, searching eagerly for free time.

It has been a strange old week, not the usual one for me of my Horses, the school taxi run, or the humdrum family life of washing and ironing. Oh yes I have been doing these things, but my mind has had extra to think about, semi occupied at times, fully occupied at others, leaving me in an almost dream state which has far from gone unnoticed, frequent reminders flood my way.

“Oh Mum your not even listening to what I just told you!”

“Hello is anyone at home……. Earth calling Samantha”

The reason for this?, well up to last week I had paid full attention, pre-empted every need of the family bustling around me, fully conscious of my surroundings, alert and efficient, super-efficient at times with hardly a thought for myself. However a simple trip the previous week for a coffee with a friend suddenly turned my thought processes into turmoil, my concentration on anything but that visit failing, constantly smirking and lost in a hazy recollection of events, a constant grin, smile, deep breathing and even the odd hot flush at the slightest of memories.

Yes I had gone to see a dear friend, supposedly for a Coffee and a catch up chat, yet in reality it had turned out that I went for something far far more, and even more shockingly to me at the time was the fact that I suddenly realised it was totally intentional on my part.

Yes we ended up having sex, no not just sex, what we had was mind blowing, hence my current state. A mixture of emotions constantly bombarding my head, guilt fighting excitement and desire, and the desire certainly holding the upper hand. The more I think of and remember what happened the more I need it again, however right or wrong the dampness between my legs and that butterfly tingle that spread throughout my body gave my mind no chance, I knew I just had to have a replay, and I knew it had to be soon!

The lunchtime snack and piece of fruit packed along with a drink into the lunchbox was prepared with an automated efficiency that would of impressed any Japanese component factory. With the other hand the just ironed sports kit slips deftly into the bag and in a blur of motion passes a coat and herds my daughter out of the door and sends her on her way to school. No taxi service today, just a day of housework.

Taking a deep breath I flick the switch on the coffee machine and force the jumbled pile of whites into the small opening of the washing machine, tablets in place and a quick slosh of the softener into the drawer and it hums to life and starts to fill with water, just time for five minutes of ‘Samantha time’, a brief fresh coffee before I rush off and shower.

Normally I would be slurping down my coffee as I darted from room to room, salvaging the semi hidden dirty washing, the cups and glasses from previous nights bedtime drinks that seem to daily multiply in number and find even more ingenious ways to hide from detection. But today I just wanted five minutes, a fresh steaming aromatic brew of coffee and just five minutes to myself, then I would be ready to face the daily housework and feed the dog.

Switching on the radio I fill my cup to the brim, deeply inhaling the spiralling wafts of steam that ascend in front of my face and I sit down in the soft chair. Leaning back and closing my eyes it takes only a few seconds for my brain to take over my senses. once again I am back at last weeks visit, remembering sensations, amazed and still blushing at the things I did, willingly did too.

In the back of my head was a vague awareness of the radio I had turned on, the sensual and highly erotic moaning of Donna Summer as she belted out her song “Love to love you baby”. The whooshing noise from the water in the washing machine adding to this subliminal messaging as it rhythmically and wetly matched the song in a deep continuous thrusting manner.

I ached, I could feel it, the trickling sensation told me I was already lost in this hot sensuous dream of naughty passion. My hand slid down, parting and reaching beneath my dressing gown and cupped over my already swollen lips to make sure I was not making a mess on the seat, I was too late, the wetness felt as if it pulsed like waves, my gown catching the small amount of fluid that was seeping out although it felt more like a Tsunami.

My fingers laying down over the ridges of each of my lips, opening sideward's separating them as my centre finger slipped deeper between and begins to draw itself upwards in the wetness. My breathing gets really deep and loud as the slippery fingers search for grip and raise the little hood, exposing the shiny button below to the tip of my finger which now lightly flicks across its surface.

I slide even further down the chair, my legs parting wider as my bum reaches the very edge and overhangs the seat. My feet lifted and now resting on the small coffee table, the weight of my legs pivoting them at the knees and making them fall outwards opening me further. Eyes shut I am again back there, back on that padded sex swing, my legs held wide in the stirrups and his head between my thighs, tongue flicking so fast on my wet button.

My moaning now matching if not overtaking Donna Summers, I can feel myself thrusting my hips up to match my breathing, pushing just as I had onto his face last week, eager to feel his tongue and fingers deep.

The finger from my other hand now teasing around the wet entrance before easing inside, a second finger soon joins it and in unison with the rhythmic sloshing from my washing machine they plough deep into my aching pussy, deep and hard as I thrust up, my feet now on tiptoe to lift my bum, to tense those muscles and enhance the feeling of being taken.

Damn I so need his tongue, come to that I can think of something else of his I so need too!

As I unconsciously play more and more, I relive the different things we had done, how just when I thought we had finished we found yet another thing to do, another sensation to experience, it was continuous and had lasted for the hours I was there, yet it was still not long enough, and I knew there was far more still untapped and yet to be experienced. Deep inside I just couldn’t wait.

The bleeping on my mobile phone alerting me that I had a message suddenly brought me back to the present world, it was a good job it was just a message and not an actual call, my breathing was deep and loud, panting after reaching yet another high point in my play.

“And that was the Corrs, after the news at eleven we will be returning with an interview with….”

News at eleven? I reach for my mobile phone and hastily look at the time, surely it can’t be, I check the kitchen clock making sure, yes it really was 10.55. Oh my, two hours lost to daydreaming, that Paul has a lot to answer for, this last week has been like that, I have not got anything done.

I really must sort this distraction out, pull myself back into the real world, but how?, perhaps if I go visit him and get it out of my system…

I answer my text, ok so I lied, but it was just a minor white lie, yes of course I had washed the top she needs tonight, the one my daughter left on the side and asked me three times at breakfast to make sure it was done. I cant remember her saying it even once, was it the Blue one, was it the pattern one. I quickly empty the now finished washing machine, putting it all into the adjacent dryer and search the sides for any visible tops, I find two, so stick both in just to make sure, I just hope I can dry them in time for her return.

Pouring a fresh hot coffee, I stand up in the Kitchen this time, not giving myself the chance to be distracted yet again I let the Dog into the Garden and fill the bowl with hot soapy water to wash the breakfast dishes. I am so behind today, I still have to shower and I still have not drunk a decent coffee.

Bowls draining I drink my coffee, juggling my mobile phone in my other fidgeting hand as if it was hot, guilt and sexual excitement fighting each other, but guilt toppled by the tingling still left over from play and maybe the fact I am leaning, or should I say pressing my lower regions hard against the throbbing washing machine, I give in to my dire need and I press the first button.

‘Can I come see you for another coffee on Thursday?’ my fingers tremble as I type, then hover over the send key as I dare myself to send.

The bleeps sound again, I almost drop the phone on the floor as I read the name of sender, opening the message I hold my breath as I start to read.

‘Yes. Be early, Arrange to stay late. Will send you a list of things you need’

Things? I wonder what he means, he is obviously planning things already. returning to the tasks in hand, checking the laundry, putting dishes away, now at last I can head for my very much needed shower. As I climb into the warmth of the falling droplets the rising sweet aroma making me aware of earlier play, reminding me that not long before little trickles had been running down the inside of my thighs. I try hard not to think of it, yet the intrigue of what he was planning makes me tingle, yes I could so start again, although release had been gained a few times, it was not the intense release he had made me feel.

Checking phone every few minutes in case I had missed the alert, so eager to know what I will need. He sure knows how to make my brain work overtime, hours now I have been waiting, I know he is doing it on purpose and can imagine the smile on his face knowing he is sending me crazy.

It is late evening before I receive what I am so excited about and the text does nothing to alleviate the intensity of my trepidation, but rather increases the excited condition even further, being given clues but still not knowing the full state of play.

‘Plimsolls,

White Socks,

Short pleated PE skirt,

White blouse, (old and disposable),

Black or White Bra (old and disposable),

Elastic hair bands.

10:00 appointment with Headmaster.

Wait outside his door.

Do not be late! ‘

I gather from his shopping list, that he had listened to my role play fantasy, and now intends to bring this to life. Thursday suddenly seems so far away.

Over the following days I grew progressively worse, to others it would have appeared I had started to suffer dementia overnight, putting the sugar in the fridge, the milk in the cupboard, folding clothes before I had ironed them, placing the meat tray in fridger then turning on oven. I could hardly tell them why I was suddenly acting this way, I couldn’t say I was daydreaming about the fast approaching Thursday and what I imagined would be done to me.

Wednesday night was the most unsettled, anxious excitement made me so restless. I had worked hard in the morning, trying to give me the afternoon free for preparation, time to soak, to shave my legs, to assemble the items I had been told to take. I packed a change of clothing into a small bag so I had something to wear on the return journey and hid them along with my role-play items in the back of my wardrobe.

The alarm rattled through my head, it felt as if I had only just closed my eyes and fallen asleep, my mind had run through the possibilities time after time through the night, exploring the possibilities and variations sleep was put aside in a trembling excitement, but now I was feeling the effects. I force my legs out of the bed and head for the bathroom, alarm set earlier than normal to give me time to shower before I sorted out the normal hectic breakfast routine and pushed them all out the door.

The door hardly clicks shut before I am flying up the stairs undoing my gown as I run, pulling my hidden bags from the wardrobe I have a last minute check that I have not missed anywhere shaving and dress in my schoolgirl outfit.

Aware that my short skirt, white ankle socks and slip on plimsolls would make my neighbours heads turn I find a full length skirt and slip this on over the top, it is only when actually walking that the Plimsolls show, when standing the skirt drapes around them hiding from view.

A last quick spray of perfume and I head for the car, not wanting to be late and knowing I still have over an hour long drive. Pushing speed to the limit, but aware that time is short but safety more important. Thinking out loud I ask myself ‘Oh why can’t we live closer’, but then debate that with myself, knowing that if this excitement was on my doorstep I would be unable to resist, would be tempted every few days and the risk of being caught would be so high.

As I join the last part of the dual carriageway I pull off into one of the small roadside lay-by’s and text him that I am just ten minutes away. A reply comes back almost immediately, that the front door will be on the catch and to close it properly behind me when I enter.

I park the car and realise I am shaking, remembering how I felt last time I pulled up here, this time fully aware that something was definitely going to happen, yet still nervous and tingling throughout my body. I walk through the front door, releasing the catch and closing it tight then climb the first flight of stairs, I slide open the door and pull the curtain behind it aside, closing both door and curtain behind me, the curtain not only stops any draughts but also deadens the sound, and from my last visit I just know I need to close this curtain. I start to ascend the last flight.

On the top step is a note, it just says ‘Knock and wait outside Headmasters Office’, I slip off my coat and undo my long skirt, quickly using the toilet before finding the ‘Office’, brushing my hair and slipping on the headbands. Two hard dining room chairs are against the wall in the hall outside the living room, a printed plaque on the door says ‘Headmaster’ and with my knees knocking louder than my hand I tap on the door and take a seat.

I wait, and I wait, just like when sent to the head in school I was kept waiting to build the tension, every slight noise made my body tingle expecting the door to open and for whatever was in store for me to start. I could feel my knickers cling already moist, my nipples hardened under the very tight white blouse that was bursting at seems and putting immense strain on each button, my breathing was real deep. Dare I knock again, I decide to take the chance.

I hear movement and I see the door knob turning, my legs are like jelly as the door clicks and the beam of light grows bigger as it parts wider. From behind the door a voice tells me to enter and as I walk in the door closes behind with a click. A desk is in front of me, a sheet of lined paper and a pencil laid out in perfect symmetry and before I can turn around to look I am told what to do.

“So nice of you to join me Samantha, even if late, now sit down and write me an essay explaining why you have been sent to my office for detention and punishment. When you are done I shall compare it to the reasons I have”.

I squeeze behind the desk and sit on the chair, obviously not knowing what to write, my brain unable to focus as I look around the room and see the preparation that has been put into my fantasy.

I decide that writing my name would be a good start, but as I begin the loosened lead falls out of the end of the pencil and without thinking I speak out and ask for another. I am chastised and told to remember my manners and raise my hand and wait quietly. Those old school days come flooding back, the feeling that you are invisible even though your hand is held high and waving, that stinging aching feeling as the blood slowly drains away, made to wait, to feel small and insignificant, shown who is in charge. I am asked what I require and a new pencil supplied, again I begin to write my name but then come to a stop, words eluding my brain.

“Finished?” I am questioned, and after I explain I can’t think of what to say I am told to come forward, to stand in front of him and explain my behaviours that had brought attention to me and the reason I was in his office. My brain still vacant I stand hands clasped behind my back to disguise the shaking.

“Speechless eh!, not so forward and confident now are we.” A long pause as he paces around me. “Where do I start?, which of this list do I deal with first?”. A piece of paper in his hand he waves it under my nose, close but too quickly for me to read, just aware of a list written upon it.

“How do I deal with you Samantha?, your actions far exceed those I normally deal with in this office, actions that a plain detention would not even come close to solving. Expulsion may to be the only way forward”.

“Please Sir” I begin to beg, “Please don’t expel me, do as you see fit to punish me but don’t tell my family or expel me”. I eye the thin cane laying in front of him and fear I may have just sealed my fate.

“I normally punish in relation to the crime Samantha, My punishment is normally related to the actions, I find out what they have done and find a way to put them off doing it ever again by excess. If I catch a pupil writing graffiti then I make them write lines for a week, if I catch them smoking, then I make them smoke all their cigarettes one after the other till the packet is empty and they feel sick and can’t face to do it again”.

“I don’t smoke Sir” I start to respond, but instantly told to speak only when told to. Now getting dizzy as he continues to walk around me in circles.

“No Samantha, that would have been easy to punish, your indiscretions are so different, to punish you will be far different from normal, but can you take the punishment?”

“I will do anything Sir as long as you don’t tell my family”, he stands looking directly in my eyes, searching to see if I mean what I say. He picks up the paper again and reads silently through the list, a range of noises emerge from his lips, a ‘tut’ here, a long sigh there, interspersed with an occasional ‘Oh’.

“Ok Samantha lets work through this long list of indiscretions. I hear your very forward, far too outspoken, flirtatious, even sexually suggestive in your actions and manner, trying to embarrass male staff into letting you get your own way by using your assets. Walking around to stand in front of me once again he looks me up and down, I can feel his eyes on my breasts which are starting to develop a reddish glow.

Pushing those breasts under their noses, wearing too tight a top and to make them stand out and display even more, and short clothing that flashes your knickers like a brazen hussy”.

My hands subconsciously tug down my very short skirt, and I try hard not to push my breasts forward, although as with most things, the more you try not too the more it happens.

“Just look at that blouse you have on, it is far too small, so tight and you can’t do it all up, it is pushing your breasts up and out at the top, or is it you are trying to seduce me too into going easy on you?”.

As I again try not to push my breasts forward, he unsuccessfully tries to do up the top buttons of my blouse, his hands brushing the bare tops of my breasts make my body tingle, I am so damn wet I can feel the small rivulets escaping and running down the inside of my thigh.

“See what I mean Samantha… This blouse is not suitable, it does not meet with the uniform code, it is useless, what is the point of wearing it if it does not do what it is meant to, you may as well walk around with your breasts out….. Is that what your trying to do Samantha, are you wanting to show me those breasts?”

With that his hands grasp the loose unbuttoned edges at the top and with a sharp sideways tug he rips the blouse wide open, buttons scattering across the room as my breasts are released from the tight supportive top. I can feel my hard nipples under the bra, pushing hard against the material, it just increases my wetness further. His hands still grasping the top he pulls it down over my shoulders and drags it down my arms, in the window I see the a faint reflection as it flies through the air across the room.

“What is that?” he says sternly as he once again circles around me as I try to stand straight and not let my shaking legs let me crumble. “You can’t call that a Bra, it hardly covers anything” his finger traces the top edge of the material as if to clarify his point, as it traces the darker areola it brushes the side of my nipple and my heart beat reaches full staccato. It is a god job he has walked behind me, I am almost drooling and I am biting my bottom lip to stop me sighing and screaming out what my brain is telling it to, “take me!”.

“Worthless”, just one word is said as I feel his fingers slide under the strap behind me and grasp either side of the clasp. I felt the bra tighten then release as the clasp was snapped apart, and once again my arms felt the thin straps drag down my arms until it fell away and flew across the room in a similar fashion to my blouse.

Although the room was warm, my nipples felt as if an icy breeze had blown across them, I could almost feel them growing and hardening as they jutted forward uncovered for all to see. He slowly moved back to stand in front.

“Yes I can see they are very distracting, and these..” he said reaching forward and taking the nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand, “Could make it very hard for males to concentrate”. He tugs each nipple firmly but gently as he rolls them in his fingers, parting and slightly raising my breasts, then he lets them fall. I think I sighed with disappointment, I was so alive, tingling, and my pussy was absolutely dripping, I so wanted him! He picks up the list once more and this time a ruler too, the ruler is used to lift each nipple, flicking and letting them spring back to their now very hard and pointed position. He repeats this time and time again without saying a word.

“So Samantha you seem have got your way with me on our first indiscretion, you have got what you wanted and are flashing your titties under my face, how is that feeling to you? Has it done what you expected and make me all excited and want to go easy on you?”

I almost say that from the hard bulge I notice in his trousers that I think it had, and that I bet he is thinking same as me, that going easy wasn’t the idea at all.

“it is these naughty things that have got you into trouble Samantha,” a loud crack breaks the sudden silence as the flat end of the ruler makes rapid contact across the soft skin at the top of my breast, quickly followed by a matching whoosh and crack on the other. It was not painful, it was the unexpected action and the loudness of the slap that made me jump.

“So what is next on my list, we have dealt with the teasing of male staff by flashing your breasts, the next says you were seen lifting your skirt and flashing your knickers to your male classmates and tutor”. He lifts the front of my skirt with the ruler, I am almost squirming and can feel how wet I am and just know that it is going to show through the material.

“Not enough of a skirt to hide anything never mind lift to flash, maybe we need to take this away from you too”. His hands grasp the skirt and pulls it roughly downwards, letting it fall in a pile at my feet. Standing in just knickers, white socks and plimsolls I was reminded of the embarrassing changing rooms as my breasts developed, but the thought does not hang around more than a few milliseconds, it was overrun by the thought of me grabbing his face and pulling his mouth hard against this damp patch and holding it there tight.

“Oh dear you have wet yourself Samantha, have you pee’d your pants girl?”

I start to say I have not peed my pants but the sudden upwards slap of the ruler onto my already tingling pussy lips and the long rubbing sensation as he draws the length of the ruler up the outside and over my throbbing clit takes the words from my mouth, replacing it with a wanton sigh.

Even though the image is feint I can see by the reflection in the glass of the window that a large damp patch surrounds my pussy, the wetness making the knickers almost translucent, the outline of my lips clearly very visible.

“Such a naughty girl wetting her knickers”, the ruler slaps along the wet ridge where my two lips meet, then the corner of the ruler is edged under the material where it meets my thigh, sliding under it peels the crotch aside making the wet material sit in the groove at one side, again he draws the ruler along my lips and suddenly whoosh it strikes against them with a small sting.

“Ouch” I gasp, why the hell I said ouch defeated me, because that would be what we expect I guess, the sensation didn’t hurt, in fact far from it, it made my pussy ache and my clit throb, Ouch was not the word, ‘Touch Me’ would have been far closer to the mark.

“Bend over and touch your toes!”. As I try to reach my toes it is hard to keep my balance and I am told to move back over to the desk that had been set up for my arrival. I grasp either side firmly with my hands as I lean forward. “Can’t leave you in those wet things can we” he says as I feel my knickers ripped off, the excitement along with the now lack of support from my knickers and with nothing now to absorb my increasing wetness it is free to fall, I feel the droplets forming and rolling down the very edge of my lips, and as the ruler makes a sudden stinging contact with my cheeks I feel the droplets move, some run down my inner thigh, the others drop and splash to the floor.

As the ruler makes contact and creates that sting on cheeks my body twists as if trying to avoid another, my knees are wobbling and keep buckling making my bottom suddenly drop.

“Hold still, your making a mess of my carpet”, he takes hold of my hand and leads me over to the chair, as he sits down he pulls me to one side and pulls me over to lay across his lap. “This will stop you falling down!” he says to me.

Unable to see, this time facing away from the window I wait expecting the ruler to strike again, I wait, he keeps me on edge anticipating with false movements, then suddenly I feel his legs moving and his body twist as he raises his arm, the awaited crack echoes across the room but this time it feels warmer, that wasn’t a ruler that was his hand.

Left cheek then right cheek, I can feel each cheek getting hotter, the burning sensation as the glowing redness increases, he spanked me on my last visit, but this was different, maybe it was the scenario, bringing my role play fantasy to life, but this time it was more, verging almost on painful yet so very exciting at the same time, stinging to the point that tears trickle down my face, I cry, yet strangely enough I do not want it to stop.

He lifts me up into a kneeling position, my red hot backside bouncing as it tenderly tries to rest on my cooler ankles and feet, I can feel the rubber soles of my Plimsolls gripping the hot reddened skin as I try to get comfy.

“So Samantha, is this punishment making you think again?, or will I be seeing you next week to repeat it?”. The list appears once again and I wonder what else is on it, please be something to make him eat me, I’m now yearning so badly and desperate to feel that mouth once again on my wet pussy.

“Looks like we are coming to the real bad behaviours now, are you going to tell me your side of the story, or do I just take it your guilty? He leans closer, looking straight at me, daring me to answer or to turn my gaze.

“So you were caught round the rear of the male changing rooms, on your knees in front of a male, just like you are now, so then what were you doing Samantha?”. I do not answer, but watch him stand and undo his trousers, they fall to the floor and he kicks them from his feet. I can see the outline of his hard member inside his black pants, so wanting to reach for it and touch but not daring to.

“So then Samantha, was you sucking his little cock?” I nod, I can now see his own cock being released from under the elastic, it springs forward waving as he moves. “Well if you can’t tell me, I think you had better show me what you were doing”, he reaches forward and grabs at my hair either side of my head, pulling my face closer, pulling my mouth till my lips make contact with the tip of his hard rod, I try not to appear too eager, yet I am dying to taste, one of my hands reaches forward and cups his ball sack as the other hand grasps around the shaft and along with my lips pushes back the foreskin and exposes the throbbing dark purple glans to my tongue. I begin to suck and take him deeper in my mouth rolling my tongue around the bulb, teasing the tight little hole and the Frenulum the little flap of skin underneath that I know he likes.

As I get used to the size of him in my mouth I begin to take him deeper, feeling a light tugging on my hair and a light thrusting into my lips as he pulls me onto him, taking my mouth deeper and faster.

“This will teach you to gobble the lads behind the changing rooms, if you want to suck cock Samantha then taste a mature cock, feel a real man take your throat”. With that he pushes right to the back of my mouth, I gag a little as it starts to pound softly opening up my throat then gives in and accepts it all.

My own pussy feels like floodgates have opened, and one of my hands slips down, finger searching out my clit which has a throb as powerful as a big bass drum on a marching band, I so need to cum and I rub hard and fast as I wantonly suck and take as much of his hard cock as I can. I so want him to explode in my mouth and let me taste, yet also so hoping it isn’t over yet and he takes me,. Not just take me, I am so on fire I want him to ravage me, fill me, slam so hard and so deep into my pussy it hurts.

“Mmm Samantha, you have shown me how you sucked them, but did you take it further afterwards? Did you let them have more of you?”. Eagerly I began to nod a yes. My mouth continued to rapidly bob up and down his hard shaft and my jaw was aching from sucking for all I was worth, I felt his hand slide over my naked bottom, an unexpected slap almost made me choke on him, sending that bright knob further down my throat than ever before. Pulling my bare bum round to the side of his legs, his fingers slide down the freshly shaved and smooth crack till it finds the tip of the dripping lips and my clit.

I almost choke again as his finger slipping inside me makes me sigh, not a good thing to do as a hard truncheon is forcing open your gullet and pushing its way down the tight gripping tube of your throat. A second finger eases inside me and the two work their way up and down my soaked pussy. I can feel myself near coming and the wetness increases gushing over his fingers.

“I don’t think they are enough to stop the flooding Samantha, I think we need to find something else, something bigger”

I am so hoping that means what I hope it means, reluctantly I let his hardness slip out of my mouth, all wet and glistening with my saliva and a little of his own pre-cum it waves left to right, so close to my face it looks massive and it is hard to believe I have just swallowed it all. He pulls me to my feet and leads me back over to the desk, again I am made to lean forward gripping the sides, his fingers slip easily back inside me as he kneels down behind, this time not just the two fingers but three, much tighter in my pussy and now twisting as they plummet in and out, my breathing starts to match the rhythm of his fingers.

I am that close I feel myself pushing back, riding the length of his fingers, forcing them harder inside me, pushing the finger tips deeper and feeling the wider base of the fingers stretching my hole wider. God I so wanted to cum!

“It is still running, I think we need something even bigger don’t you?”, I think my stertuous breathing answers that question without words as his buried fingers lift me upwards as his other hand on my shoulder straightens me. He turns me around to face him and sits me on the edge of the desk, I grip the sides tightly unable to lay fully back on the short desk, his hands slide under my wet thighs and raise them lifting my feet over his shoulders.

“Do you want to see Samantha?, do you want to watch a real cock slide into that wet hole of yours, feel it stretch and fill you far more than those over-eager young males”. All I could do was nod and make a small whimpering noise, sat upright my eyes were fixed on the purple bulb that was now against the entrance to my pussy and slowly disappearing in the folds of my lips.

I could feel my pussy walls stretching, so slowly he eases his cock deeper and deeper, it feels never ending, as if it should of stopped with nowhere to go, yet it pushes till I feel it so deep inside it is brushing against the pubic bone.

The tightness and hardness of this intruder making my stomach muscles tighten, his hands grasp my shoulders and suddenly he thrusts hard inside me, taking my breath away as this fleshy piston rams fully home. That does it, I can not hold back any longer and the powerful orgasm ripples through me. “YES FUCK ME SIR!” I scream as he continues to pound hard inside me.

“You obviously like that Samantha, bet they didn’t do that to you”. He drops my feet back down to the floor and flips me over, my bare breasts laying on the desk he quickly slips that hard cock back inside me, reaching forward he grabs my hair, forcing my head to look upwards as he pulls it towards him, thrusting harder than before and much faster now.

“Now that’s how you fuck girl!” he says as he increases speed and pounds my pussy till the desk begins to shuffle across the floor. He releases my hair and I feel his strong hands sliding down each of my arms, grasping my wrists he pulls both my hands behind, one either side of the crack of my hot bum cheeks, my thumbs almost touching. Just when I thought I was getting everything, he surprises me further and using my arms to pull me back he slams even harder into my throbbing chasm, my pussy goes into an overdrive of its own, pulsing and grasping around his rapidly thrusting shaft, and the feeling of his cock suddenly throbbing, growing wider as the pulsing waves of his propelling juices raced to the tip, is enough to send me into a deep set orgasm that I can feel pulling my stomach muscles, tugging on the muscles around my lungs making it hard to breathe and triggering a fit of tremors.

He continues to thrust as best he can, making my orgasm last as much as he can and then slowly letting it settle a bit before his wet slippery cock plops out, covered in my milky juices. With a last firm loud slap across my ass cheeks he moves away, leaving me dressed only in short white socks and plimsolls and a still leaking and very excited pussy. I can hardly ease myself back to stand.

“Detention is over Samantha, I shall be keeping a close eye on you, forget the immature groping behind the changing rooms, if you need help with your studies you only have to come visit your headmaster after classes”.

Role play over, well at least for the time being, I head for the bathroom to clean myself up, the level of wetness was unbelievable and my thighs were wet right down to my knees. It is so surprising how the addition of role play and acting out a fantasy of mine added so much intensity to the sex itself.

I was ready for a nice hot coffee which I knew was already running through the machine as I rinsed off the shower gel and dried myself in the big fluffy white towel that had been laid out, a gown had been hung up in the bathroom ready too, always prepared, Paul has always been like that, forward planning and readiness. I walk out from the bathroom and a steaming coffee is placed into my hands, I start to walk back to the front room but Paul stops me in my tracks, instead aiming me in the direction of the bedroom.

“Don’t think your getting away with just that, I haven’t tasted you yet, and I am certainly going to do that. I shall just clean up and I shall be in”. As he pops into the bathroom I enter the bedroom, walking around the swing I climb onto the bed and sit up against the pillows, the sunlight faintly glowing through the closed black satin curtains giving just enough light to see by. I was enjoying my visit, maybe enjoying it a little too much, and from my knowledge of Paul I just knew that I had quite a bit still yet to come.

Just as Paul walks into the bedroom his mobile phone starts to ring, answering he looks slightly shocked, placing a finger over his lips he indicates to keep quiet as the caller talks to him. He asks them to hold while he gets a pen and he walks out closing the door behind him. Returning ten minutes later and deep in thought, it takes a few minutes before he returns to his normal self.

“Hope everything is ok” I ask him, “Nothing bad I hope”.

“No far from it, just very unexpected, a busy weekend ahead” he says smiling.

“That’s nice for you, I have a busy one too, been told I am being taken out for my Birthday on Saturday”. My God Saturday, just two days away, will I have recovered by then and able to walk without wincing.

We drink our coffee and relax in the semi darkness, the aromatic candles on the small mantelpiece above the fire flicker and make shadows dance on the wall. Paul’s hand starts to stroke over my still tingly skin, softly moving up one arm, across my shoulders and down the other, gradually increasing the arc of play till he brushes across the top of my breasts. His head moves forward and I feel his warm lips wrap around my nipple and begin to suck it into his mouth, his hand now cupping the breast, kneading the soft skin between his fingers. So far they had only had a brief tweak, now they were enjoying themselves.

Alternating between each of my hardened nipples, squeezing my breasts firmly together he gives my bosom the attention it so wanted earlier. His hand slides slowly down over my tummy which is already full of butterflies, finding my mound and then the puffy swellings guarding my tender button his fingers start to part my lips and pull back the hood of my clit, the fire was instantly reignited and I thrust myself up to meet his hand.

He kisses down my front until his rough tongue rasps directly over my revealed clit, I sigh loudly and tremble as he begins to play with her, oh yes this is what I have dreamed of so many times in the last week, how does he create that sensation, how does he make me feel that way?.

As his sucking grows more enthusiastic he moves his legs towards the foot of the bed and straightens laying back beside me head on the pillow. I felt disappointed, I don’t want him to stop, but I shouldn’t of worried as he pulls me over onto him, pulling my leg over and with a hand on each bum cheek guiding my wet pussy down over his mouth. As his wriggling tongue searches the tightness of my ass and then between the folds of my lips and teases at the dripping hole I find it hard to hold myself up, as my arms give way I drop on him, unsupported my face falls onto his hard cock and it does not take me long till I am once again sucking, working my lips along the firm growing shaft.

How long we were in this sixty-nine position I can only guess, how many times I came and flooded over his eager mouth I’m not sure either, two maybe three, could have been four, I wasn’t counting but I just knew I had to have him inside me again, not a mad bout of brutal pounding, just a slow soft and sensual deep penetration. Very Deep Penetration!

I lift myself up, un-straddling his face I swing around re-straddling as I lean forward to kiss him, tasting myself on his wet face I make the most of this sudden ‘in-control’ period and take the lead. Raising my bum I reach underneath and slip his knob into my wetness, then as slow as I could I lower myself till I have taken it all, my eyes rolling as I rock and thrust my hips forward and move the tip so deep inside till it presses and feels oh so good.

We chat and we kiss, in no rush I just ride him slowly, raising myself up till he almost falls away then sliding down till my lips are kissing the base of his cock and his balls. Building myself close to orgasm then slowing even further as it threatens to start. Oh yes I could do this for hours, good sex isn’t all frantic.

His mobile phone bleeps loudly once again, his hand briefly releases it’s grip of my right breast and he glances at the message. Looking relieved he tosses the phone onto the bedside table and pushes the hair back from my face.

“Days without a message, then soon as your otherwise engaged everybody wants to contact you” he playfully jokes, “That was Carol, just says she going to come soon to collect her laptop, must be the hundredth time I’ve been told that”.

I carry on slowly riding him, but now he has moved his hands to my ass cheeks, he pulls on my downward slide and holds me hard against him, fully embedded, it increases sensation even further as his fingers dig in to my cheeks and he twists me around on his hard shaft. The door bell rings but there is no way either of us is going to go and answer it.

I am now building up fast, not sure now if I can or if I even want to hold back again, leaning forward I push one of my nipples into his mouth and immediately feel the strong suction and then the sharp nipping sensation as he runs his teeth along the sides of my hard teat. Now as I thrust down on him he double slaps my ass, a stinging double strike making them clench and jolt.

“Yes, yes, make me cummmmmmm” I scream as this wave erupted from within and I suddenly go crazy, I come with a loud “Fuck Yes!”.

I have to stop him for a minute, leaving him still embedded I lay on him, shaking, trembling, panting so hard trying to get enough breath. So hard to calm when there is a hard length of a man filling you, every movement making you shudder and gasp.

“Oh Carol”, I think he has either messed up with my name or is trying to wind me up, and it is not until I hear her reply that I realise it is neither. Turning my head I can see her standing just inside the bedroom door, she looks a little flushed and I wonder how long she had been standing there, after all it had been a little while since the doorbell had rang.

“Oh my God its you Sam” she says with surprise as she sees my face. “When nobody answered I thought you was out Paul, I used the key I brought back, was going to pick up my laptop and leave key on the table, I didn’t think you would mind”

A strange mixture of feelings shoot through me, aware of her being with Paul in past made me feel suddenly guilty of being caught in the throes of orgasm with him, unfounded guilt as she had walked away and given it all up. Maybe a dash of fear shot through me too, she knew people who knew people, what if she tells everyone.. Still full of a hard cock and unable to slide easily off I was unsure of what to do. My face must of said all.

“I don’t blame you Sam, he’s a devil isn’t he, so bloody addictive too”. Unsure of what to really say to her I just try to smile and nod in agreement, uttering a garbled remark such as ‘yes he is’.

“Lucky you, you beat me to it, I was sort of hoping myself that we could of had another session, its been well over a year nearly two now, and yet I still yearn for those sensations, and I know from the way you came you know just what I am talking about”.

I roll off Paul to the side, his still erect cock slaps wetly back onto his stomach, I see Carol’s eyes following it and the look in her eyes, I knew that look, I had been seeing it all week every time I looked in a mirror. A strange yearning, not just a desire but a need, and one my own play with toys or sex with my husband had not quelled and satisfied. A feeling that stayed there, ground away at your insides and sent your brain into a dithering spin.

“Join us then”, I could hardly believe I had just said that, what was I thinking, especially knowing she had been with women in the past. What on earth had made me come up with such a suggestion?

“I didn’t think you were into women Sam” Carol said as she moved to sit on the corner edge of the bed, “must admit it’s very tempting, I’ve not come like he makes me, and nobody has ever made me squirt like he does”.

“Ermm I’m not Bi, but I am sure he has enough for us both” I apologise, why I apologise I am not sure, my sexuality is my business and I shouldn’t have to apologise for not wanting to make out with a woman.

Carol’s eyes seem to look up and down my body, examining me, maybe comparing as us women tend to do. Then her eyes go back to Paul’s rigid cock, her hand slides slowly up his hairy leg, she looks at me again.

“Can I Sam?”, It really should be Paul she is asking not me, but I nod and she leans forward slipping her lips around him, loudly sucking and licking, “Oh Sam I can taste where you came on him, I need to come that way, just as I watched you come from the door”.

Quickly she slips off her skirt, her top next yet leaves her small bra in place, without giving Paul time to play with her at all she springs over his lap, wiggling her bottom she manoeuvres onto the top of his shaft and pauses there taking a couple of deep pants.

“Fuck” she shouts as suddenly she slams down taking every visible part of his cock and holding it there just as I had a little while before. Thrusting her hips, gyrating, her sighs grow raspy.

Paul pulls her forward, flipping off her bra and then squeezing her breast in his hand he bites her teat, from what I could see laying right beside it was quite hard too, it certainly did the trick though and Carol’s sighs became a loud and definite “oh my god, oh my god, I’m coming”. As if this was keyword, a secret command of instruction, Paul gripped her ass and used it to both lift up and slam it down on his shaft, his powerful legs thrusting up to meet her, I may not be Bi, but watching this so close certainly was getting me going again. Carol came, and i mean really came!

“Fucking hell” she screamed, as she morphed from a woman into a wild demanding blur, bouncing and throwing herself about in violent orgasm, the sloshing of her wetness as her first squirt for near two years broke the dam and gushed all over Paul’s privates.

Hot , bright red and panting Carol drops to the side, “Your turn” she says and reaches for my arm pulling me back over Paul, I hesitate at first, eager to suck him yet worried about the taste of her on him. Warily I lick the tip, I hardly notice anything so accept the purple bulb into my mouth, I can taste it, a taste not that un-similar to my own yet different too, I suppose the same as a perfume can smell different on someone else, a taste that becomes more apparent as I work down his shaft and meet his wet ball sack, a new taste for me, maybe one you have to acquire, yet not unpleasant.

“Let me watch him fuck you Sam, I do so like to see it close up” she says again pulling my hand till I am sat astride him, her hand letting go and grabbing his manhood, rubbing the tip of it along my lips before guiding it into the still wet and partly gaping hole. Watching, especially so close certainly does excites her, she is transfixed watching my pussy being slammed hard and deep, her breathing matching my own, and if I had reached my peak yet again and come I think she would have too.

Paul slows his deep thrusting and moves me over to the side, I think he needed to come up for air for a bit. He instructs us to lay side by side across the bed, bums on edge of the mattress, legs bent and held back with feet waving in the air, he squats on the floor between us and his hands stroke us and finger us in unison.

“Have you given Sam the butterfly thing yet Paul?” Carol asks, I think my face shows that I am intrigued, Paul’s shows a big smile that says ‘No but I am just about to’. Carol’s breathing suddenly gets faster, the moaning louder, and her body actions more vigorous. The gurgling and slurping noise emitting from her pussy which Paul is now fingering at such a speed makes it clear she is flooding and with a scream she arcs her back in a violent orgasm as Paul continues to thrust his fingers fast inside her, I watch in amazement as they are forcibly expelled and as he rapidly rubs her lips and across her clit a strong jet of fluid curves through the air.

As Carol gasps for air beside me, he turns his full attention to me, both hands now stroking over my mound and inner thighs. He leans forward and sucks my clit hard into his mouth and that is all that was needed after watching Carol squirt so far to make my own orgasm trigger, not as powerful as Carol’s but still lasting longer than normal.

“Put her on the swing and do the butterfly Paul, I want to see you make her squirt like you do me”. Legs still shaky after just coming myself he pulls me to my feet and stands me in front of the swing, guiding my hands above me to hold the straps he then grips the base while I just lay back into it. As Paul raises one leg Carol raises the other and soon they are held in the padded stirrups, adjusting the buckles both legs are raised and naturally parted.

“What is the butterfly Carol?” I ask, wondering what I am going to be subjected to. Paul has passed Carol the two soft cuffs and she attaches them to my wrists, clipping them to the spring loaded clips half way up the first set of straps. Whatever it is I have no option but to accept it now.

“Oh it is something you wont forget, are you ready to squirt Sam?, are you ready to really squirt?”, she moves over to the side and stands partly leaning against the wall to get a good view. “Are you going to show her on screen Paul?”. So far he has not used his video camera with me, nor have I seen myself on the screen that sits on top of his wardrobe directly in my line of view. He flicks the power button on the screen, then I hear the video camera supported on the black tripod bleep, the screen flickers and as it settles there I see my pussy as I have never before.

He removes the bullet, I am in two minds whether to scream at him not to, but I had already learnt that Paul does not leave you without, that if he stops something then there is something even better about to come. I am not proved wrong, I now feel two fingers teasing my pussy, yet these two fingers were the index fingers from each of his hands and not the same one.

Very slowly and softly they slide in and out, gradually pushing deeper till the knuckles prevent further depth, thumbs at the top they pushed back the hood of my clit on each inward movement and each thumb brushed the button upwards on the way in, downwards on the way out. The fingers then changed their pattern and started to work in opposing directions, one going in as the other came out, this carries on for about a minute then both stop deep inside and I feel them stretching my pussy walls outwards as they part.

Paul pulls out the large silver shiny bullet and after parting my lips and pulling my clit hood back with fingers he rests the softly vibrating toy direct against my very aching button. I can feel the juices forming inside me, and as his finger starts to push and slide in and out I can also hear it, I look up on the screen and watch as on each inward push of his finger droplets of my pussy juices trickle along the length of my lips before dropping away.

I am very wet, I can hardly look away from the screen, watching this close up that was almost surreal, hard to accept that it was my pussy and hard to believe that it could be so damn wet. A brief glance over at Carol showed she was as transfixed as I was myself, only she was not watching it on screen but from just a few inches away, her chin almost resting on my thigh.

I feel pushing, stretching, and looking on the screen I see that Paul is now working not two but four fingers into me, two from each hand as he gently repeats the same actions as he did before, including the alternating and scissor like actions. It felt amazing, looked amazing too, and even sounded amazing as she gurgled and splashed.

“Look how much she is flooding Carol, I think she is really liking the effects of the Venus Butterfly!”. I see Carol reach over, her finger traces up the crack of my ass with the tip and catches the glistening juice on its side, it was unusual to watch her pop this finger in her mouth and suck it, unusual but somehow also exciting, almost flattered that another woman thought I tasted good.

His fingers slip out and I see him reaching for something on the bedside table, he passes it to Carol as his tongue slides between the gaping lips and laps up the torrent that is emitting from me. I see Carol flip the top of the bottle and dribble it onto Paul’s hands as he rubs then together in a washing like motion.

Then once again I feel the four fingers easing inside me, parting my walls and now my entrance too, tenderly I feel the tightness increase yet again, now it is three fingers that explore my hot wet pussy, three from each hand that is.

The same routine as previous, but the tightness now increasing the possibility of another orgasm that I feel waiting in the background to be released.

Again his thumbs flick and rub my clit and my moaning becomes louder. The sensations although gentle and slow making me hot, that sort of burning sensation you get when being stretched and about to come. I gasp loud then hold my breath as I yet again feel things tighter, his little fingers join the others, four from each hand, eight fingers in total, Oh my god eight fingers right up to the knuckles, those bony knuckles that now rub against the sensitive widely stretched opening.

This time he holds them inside longer, I can feel the pressure although he is not trying to push his hands deeper, his thumbs squeeze my clit between them and I feel him trying to force his fingers apart inside me, fingers from each hand trying to push in opposite directions and stretch me wide.

Then he does it………

The second he does I can feel it deep inside my stomach, Oh my god I am going to come big time. So that’s why its called the Venus Butterfly…

I cant explain the sensations inside my pussy as his fingers wiggle independently, fluttering rapidly like the wings of a butterfly, that and the rapid flicking of my very hard clit sent me somewhere I had not been before, then he made it even more intense as he parted and fluttered at the same time, I could feel the surge, just like watching the waves on the beach rise up, gain height, slightly frothing at top, then toppling over as they break with a roar.

My wave started deep inside my body, tumbling as it rushed and built momentum, but this time the roar was actually me, as my pussy exploded in a crazy fit of rapture I began a growl that increased to a scream, I screamed even louder as Paul suddenly started to work each set of fingers in and out rapidly and this time alternately, then I swore, the torrent expelled both his hands as it broke free, I swore louder than I can ever remember, repeating and with each making it sound a little more aggressive.

“Fuck, Oh Fuck, OHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!!”

A long stream of my hot pussy juice shot straight over his shoulder, and as his hand moved the second just made my squirt explode in all directions just like it does when you place a thumb over a tap. Carol also screamed, as my juices drenched her face and ran down her breasts, droplets hanging and waving from the hard pointed teats. My pussy didn’t want to stop, I know it was in reality only seconds but it seemed ages, and even after the powerful squirting had stopped I could hear myself flooding and it falling to the floor, the waterproof sheet sounding like rain falling on a tent in a storm.

There was certainly a storm going on inside me, I had come before, had what I thought were powerful orgasms, but this topped the lot, whether it due to all the previous play and orgasms prior to it, or if it was the actual ‘Venus Butterfly’ itself I was fully intending to explore more in the future. Carol was sliding her fingers up her breasts, sucking off the sweet wet juices and searching for more.

“Has Sam tasted herself, tasted the squirt that’s just drowned us all?, Let her taste it Paul!”. He buries his face in my still sensitive and almost untouchable pussy and his tongue slides up between the lips, he then slides up the length of my body, grasping a breast in each hand he pulls me to him, kissing me so I taste. I feel his hard cock slip between my lips, no guidance is necessary and it slips to full depth. I am still shuddering from coming, my aching tube needs a few minutes to calm down and return to normal size, my clit needs to relax and stop sending me into uncontrolled electrified jolts. I know he so wants me, but right at this moment I cant take him, not there anyway, maybe Carol will take him, she is flushed and had obviously been playing with herself while I had the butterfly treatment she had suggested.

Paul moves round to my head, reaching up he adjust the buckles of the two or three straps nearest to my head, I start to lower, head tilting back I know what is coming and I eagerly open my mouth wide to keep this throbbing hardness busy for a while till I calm. His cock looks drenched, splattered in my torrential squirting, tattooed with streaks of my white frothy cream from his penetration deep inside me. my juices taste warm, his hands fall onto my breasts and squeeze as the tip reaches the back of my mouth, a slight gagging then my own juices lubricate its path beyond. Gently he begins to take my throat, deeper and deeper till each thrust is stopped by his balls hitting my lips.

Carol’s eyes are glued to this thick hard shaft as it ploughs in and out of my mouth, sighing loud as she frantically rubs her own clit and lips. As she approaches another small orgasm her legs buckle, she reaches forward grasping my supported legs, falling and landing on her knees between the vee of my hanging legs, I can feel her shaking, her hands cold, wet, I think I am not the only one that is flooding like crazy.

I feel her hands stroking my thighs, the motion making the swing rock gently, automating the deepthroat blow job action I am giving to Paul. It feels strange, hands cuffed and held apart above me and my feet through the loops of those stirrups I have absolutely no control on what is happening, I can not speed it up or slow it down, can not increase or reduce the depth he enters me, for someone so used to having control it surprised me how it excited me.

“Wow Sam, your pouring” says Carol as the rainfall sound suddenly fills the air, just like before I feel her finger slide up the wet lips and hear her suck them into her mouth, only this time she didn’t stop the action and repeated it, I feel my lips toyed and parting, a tingly feeling as her nails are drawn down the sensitive edges of my lips and disappear along the crack grazing across my wet anus then returning till the sensation of them passing over my partly exposed clit makes me shudder.

For someone who has never thought about being with a woman, who has had no ‘Bi’ tendencies or desires in the past, I was laying here being stroked by a woman. Further more as her finger slid inside my wetness I didn’t object, as another joined it I never said a word, and as she started to work them inside me I actually felt myself using my hips to promote it.

Oh my I was actually enjoying it, a strange yearning was growing between my legs, a yearning that silently screamed ‘Give me more’, as her tongue slid roughly across my hard clit before her lips sucked me inside I could of even screamed out a big ‘Yes’ if I wasn’t gagged so efficiently with a very hard and fully embedded cock that was as deep as it was ever going to go. The sight of Carol eating my pussy was obviously exciting Paul a lot as I could feel the pounding of the blood making his cock enlarge, stretching my throat and making the front of my windpipe swell.

Although unable to verbally emphasise how good this actually felt and how much I was enjoying it, I think they both knew by some other means, maybe by the way I moved, thrusting up my hips and curling my legs around the back of Carol’s head pulling her in even more, or was it by the loud moaning between each deep thrust of Paul’s hardness as I tried to fill my lungs with air.

Her fingers slip out, and I feel a new soft sensation as her lips suck and almost chew along the length of my labia, her tongue feeling exquisite as it teased the source of the flooding, dipping inside, flicking in the wet pool. One of her thumbs stretching my clit hood hard upwards and then rubbing my clit, again I feel the rasping of her nail over the sensitive patch below and feel it bounce across my anus, then slowly easing the tip inside being careful not to scratch.

I could not pant and take Paul down my throat at the same time, my pussy was on fire and as unbelievable as it was I did not want her to stop. Again Paul’s good understanding of women did not let me down, that almost psychic if not telepathic mind reading knowing when to do something and when not to, he pulls out of my mouth with a loud plop, strings of my spittle swaying from his shaft. His hands reach for the buckles and I feel myself rising up a bit, again I can see the screen, and in close up Carol’s tongue pushing in and out of a red, very shiny and extremely wet pussy and her finger quite rapidly working in and out of my ass.

Walking back to the foot end and joining Carol between my angled legs, he slightly adjusts the camera angle and zoom, and without stopping Carols play he manoeuvres behind her, I feel her face forced against me as I see him thrust deep, Carol groans loudly, her actions enhanced further as he thrusts, it feels as if he taking us both.

Her fingers feel as if thickening inside of me, and a quick look at the screen shows me why, in a slow semi twisting action her hand is slowly easing inside me. I feel the hard knuckles slip beyond the opening, the initial almost painful stretching suddenly giving way to immense pleasure as her small hand starts to work away in my tight pussy.

It didn’t take very long, Carol was whimpering, groaning, almost growling, so excited and turned on by what was going on she was unaware of anything apart from her pleasure and fisting my wetness.

Suddenly she stops, for a second frozen, suspended animation, and then she erupts, expelling his hard cock with another loud gasp she gushes out onto the drenched sheet covering the floor., Another scream and her pussy sounding as if a tap had been turned on, I knew she came fast with Paul and that she she got very wet from previously seeing the videos of her, but to see it like this was far different, and amazingly I was going down the same path, I have always got wet, but since we first played just a week ago Paul has definitely brought out my inner Tsunami.

Carol’s hand had slid out of me as she came, on all fours now and panting hard, she throws a spare towel down to soak up our combined efforts and stop Paul from sliding on the shiny red vinyl sheet.

I feel Paul against me, feel his hard cock slide inside my still stretched pussy, dripping in my hot juices he pulls back just a fraction till the tip slides down my lips and then I feel the increasing pressure as he opens my anus and it wraps tightly around the ridge of his cock, the swing certainly does increase depth of penetration and I gasp as he pushes slowly till there is nothing left to push.

The slightly uncomfortable feeling of your ass being invaded and filled disappeared almost immediately, well lubricated it accepted him and the heat from friction soon started to increase the feeling. From a soft slow unhurried exploration it quickly increased to a hard rampant thrust, his body banged against my ass cheeks as he held the straps and pulled me to him. My ass burnt, it stung, it ached, ached for more!

Carol was again transfixed watching him take me, watching the way the anus tries to maintain grip on the skin of his cock. I see her with her hands on Paul’s cheeks pushing him deeper inside me.

“Her pussy looks ready for you Paul, ready for you to fill and take as hard as you can”, I think if Carol had been wearing a strap on she would have been there ahead of him. Her hand grasps around Paul’s wet slippery shaft and I feel it being redirected into my other aching hole. Yes I was damn ready for him, so ready, I yearned for him to take me as he had last week, or even harder and faster than last week. I was so worked up I just needed one thing.

To be fucked senseless!

There was no gentle warm up this time, no gradual build up of speed or depth, the very first thrust was a hard slamming one which took my breath away, his hands on my hips he used all his weight and strength in his legs to ram home inside me. God I loved it!

The swing moving quite a bit with the force of his thrusting made the image on the screen blurry, “I’ll stop her moving” Carol said as she walked around to stand above my head. As she leant forward and took each of my breasts into her hands I could smell the sweet slightly musky aroma of her drenched pussy, her mouth took a nipple and began to suck, I could feel the top of my head being rammed into her thighs as Paul took me hard.

I was coming and coming, there was hardly any time between them, the sensation was unbelievable, I had been worked up to such a level that now every several thrusts of that lovely hard cock triggered a tremble, each building, getting so strong it felt as though my insides were being pulled out.

I heard the rasping noise as the buckles on the top straps were adjusted, my arms ached from being held upwards, now they suddenly were pulled tighter as my head lowered. Still massaging my breasts with one hand as she sucked and bit on my nipples Carol stepped closer, her other hand on her wet crotch, fingers parting the shiny wet lips and rubbing spreading the wetness.

She pushed further and for the first time in my life my lips felt a pussy being rubbed on them. Soft and extremely wet it sort of reminded me of eating a big piece of juicy watermelon, I could feel the wetness on my cheeks and the the same juices seemed to be filling my mouth. My first time, I feel a bit unsure of what to do, tentatively I push my tongue out feeling the softness, I start to explore the differing textures as my taste buds adapt and get used to the sweet warm moisture. Mmmm I think to myself, no wonder Paul loves doing this so much, its not really that bad, not bad at all.

Paul has stepped up things, hard animal like thrusting pounded at my pussy, the thrusting ramming my mouth tighter on Carol’s wet hole making her squirm and sigh. Her hands reach up and release my hands from the cuffs and I grasp behind her holding her ass cheeks so my mouth does not slip off.

A feeling I had never felt before suddenly took complete control of my insides, I was coming again, not that I had noticed myself actually stop between the last couple. My insides felt like an earthquake starting, tremors at first, building and spreading, I struggled to breathe, my heart pounded so hard I could hear it, my legs seemed to be in a spasm, pulling Paul hard into me as I tried in vain to raise my pussy onto him harder.

“Oh Fuck me Paul, give it to me” I cant believe what I am saying and I don’t give a shit, Im there, right on the brink of something new, and the only thing I could think of was being pushed over that edge. “FUCK ME HARDER!”

My wild behaviour, and hopefully the effectiveness of my actions on and in her pussy with my tongue and lips starts Carol shaking too, her breathing becoming very loud and irregular, her body jolting, her sucking of my teats now ceased as she moans louder and louder.

Her pussy pushed harder onto my mouth as again her legs tremble to the extent they giving way, and then I am suddenly gasping for breath, gasping like you would if you fell into the river or sea, her pussy just exploded completely, it wasn’t a jet, it wasn’t just a squirt, it was a total emptying, the dam had burst, burst directly over my face.

Paul’s breathing was also so loud, each of his hard thrusts were accompanied with a loud ‘Yes’, he was dripping with perspiration and almost red, he was a blur as he thrust so fast and with all his might.

Suddenly that sensation I had been waiting to experience happened, a weird silent lull when I could not hear a sound and my body felt no sensation, then a powerful wave of sensation that screamed in my head that I had gone too far to go back. Still being held by Carol and her own tremors, my body suddenly blew, the biggest orgasm of my life ricochets through every cell of my body, my vision blurs, light flashing like sparks, it sounds as if I am underwater and at first I don’t even realise that muffled noise it is me repeatedly screaming out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK!”

Not a word I tend to use often, yet right now I couldn’t think of any other word, my minds dictionary contained just the one word, with a sudden uncontrollable scream which must have been heard across the town I doubled the entries in this dictionary, matching the sudden two fold increase in sensation.

“FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I scream.

Paul grasps my waist, his fast thrusting changes to a irregular hard thrust,“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhh” he screams as I feel his cock swell, and as he pulls his cock out of what once was my pussy but now felt so different as if a pound of semtex had exploded inside it, he came. His white cream shot up and over my tummy, splattering my left breast just an inch from Carol’s face.

Carol squealed, her thighs squashed my face as she massaged the white cream into my nipple and rest of my breasts, unbelievably she came again, another gush splattered over my face, I could feel it running over my ears. Even without playing just the sight of Paul coming over me like that with both of us shouting was enough, she wasn’t going to be left out, she came with us.

“Oh my sorry Sam” she said as the realisation of what had happened sunk in, lifting herself off my wet sticky face which felt it had gone a round with a power washer she raised me up. My arms still ached from being cuffed high for so long, and my legs were just numb, in fact my whole body felt numb, made of jelly and unable to support its own weight.

Paul lowered my legs from the stirrups and his arms around me lifted me to my feet, the intention was to go to the bathroom, yet the bed was only two feet away and that seemed to be like a trip up Everest. He helps me spin round and sit on the bed and I just fall back onto it, curling up into a foetal position beside Carol, tears streaming down my face as emotions flood through.

“Oh my God, what the fuck was that, what just happened to my body?”

Carol giggles, her breathing is still heavy and it takes a few breaths.

“Yes I remember feeling the same when it happened to me, when he did it to me the first time I thought my head was exploding, that I was having a brain haemorrhage, I know I shall never forget that”.

I can see Carol still trembling, shaking quite a bit in fact, and I begin to wonder to myself if Paul is going to make me like this over time when I suddenly realise that it is me shaking.

“Aftershock?” Carol asks me with a knowing look, “they last for hours!”

As breath returns to us all we begin to talk, Carol asks why there’s a desk in front room and a headmaster sign on the door to the living room, Paul laughs and signals to Carol to direct that at myself, I try to answer generally giving just a brief idea yet Carol is persistent.

“Oh so you hadn’t just started, you had been at it already. Come on then tell me all about this fantasy, tell me what you both did, and don’t miss any out!”

I am forced to divulge every little detail about my earlier ‘Detention’, and it seems to be getting Carol worked up all over again.

“Carol missed out on a spanking, she like her ass slapped” Paul says, giving Carol’s ass a loud slap. “Go on Sam your turn” he says as he rolls Carol’s bottom into the air in front of me. I jokingly slap it, just gently.

“Mmmmmmm Harder Sam” this time it was Carol that spoke, “Much harder”.

She slides herself over my legs, laying across me, and I slap her harder, it seems the harder I slap the more she gets excited and moans, “Harder!” she tells me and I can feel it stinging my hand. Paul passes me the long black heart shaped leather paddle, frightened of hurting her at first but my confidence that I am not growing with each thwack on her now rosy red cheeks as her orgasmic moaning says ‘I like that’.

Paul takes away the paddle and passes me the leather thronged whip, his hands grasp her glowing hot cheeks and pull the apart, nodding to me to use the whip, but this time letting the thongs hit her lips and clit. I am amazed at how much she is enjoying it all.

“Finger me Sam, please, make me come”, she is shuffling about, on fire, her hand grasping Paul and trying hard to excite him back into hardness, pushing her bum towards me, held wide by her own hands showing me those lips and the wetness behind. Another first, but I try to convince myself that I can do it, I just have to do what I like having done. My two fingers trace up the silky wet lips and slip inside, now I had done this to myself many a time yet this felt so different, I think of what Paul did to me, and also back to just a short time before when Carol had fisted me and I begin to roughly take her pussy with my fingers.

Increasing to three, then four, her wetness growing, I see Paul reach for the bottle of oil and he trickles it over my hand, how does he always know?. Fisting was far different from what I expected it to be, I don’t mean receiving it, I loved that feeling of being so full, of it being so sensitive, I mean as the person performing it. At times almost crushingly painful, at others a warmth and tightness that enabled you to feel every twinge and throb inside her.

“Yes, yes, yes” Carol pants as my hand takes her deeper and I twist it slightly as it thrusts while buried. She begins to shudder on my hand, her pussy muscles spasm and grip tight and I can not remove my hand from inside her.

Paul stands beside the bed, his cock hard again from her playing with it and from watching me take her with my hand. I hear her gargling, a wet noise with an unmistakeable plop sound with that gasp, I didn’t need to watch to know what he was doing. Carol was enjoying this roughness in a way that I had never experienced, working her body onto me, making my hand go so deep, the more I did it the easier the motion became, now far from being gripped and limited in movement inside my hand was sliding completely in and out.

Paul bunched up her hair, holding it he bobbed her head on him, the tears streamed from her eyes as he took her deeper, it looked rough but I knew from experience Paul wouldn’t hurt, and Carol was not only shoving herself onto my hand but also doing the same to his cock.

“Slap her ass as you fuck her pussy Sam” Paul says loudly, I do it once, twice, and on the third time Carol spits out Paul’s cock and cries out as she judders into a fit, once again the floodgates open and I feel as if I am under a shower as it squirts in all directions around my hand before it catapults it out, obstruction removed I get yet another blast, how the hell does a fairly small framed woman similar size as I am produce so much fluid?

Paul after doing his best to hold back most of the day is almost ready to come again himself. Reaching forward I grasp his shaft and try to work it up and down to make it happen.

“Ride him Sam, you will be there ages that way, ride him and feel him”, as I straddle over his legs she turns me around, instead of facing him she makes me grasp his ankles and I lower myself down on his cock that she holds upright and guides into me. Aftershocks still coming, I know I am not going to be able to do this long without coming yet again.

My legs feel weak, I try to slam myself down on Paul the best I can, Carol straightens me up and then pushes me back into Paul’s arms, his hands grasp my ass cheeks and assist my bouncing, thrusting upwards too. Suddenly I feel Carol slide down, and as Paul’s hard cock takes my pussy in strong upward thrusts, her mouth encompasses my clit and sucks crazily.

Wow now that was a new feeling, a bloody great new feeling, an amazing sensation that deserves only one thing, and just like Carol had, my floodgates open and I shower her just as she had showered me. Poor Paul, I try to carry on riding him but my body just collapses spent, totally spent!.

He is almost there anyway, and Carol rapidly works his shaft with her hand, his groans tell us he is there and ready to let us have it, Carol grabs my head and pushes it so our lips are either side of his shaft, I can taste the precum and feel her hand still rapidly working him, he begins to judder and Carol pulls my head over him.

“It’s all yours Sam” she says as he explodes and shoots straight into my mouth. It’s a perfect ending for a perfect experience, making sure I have every drop I swallow the lot. Carol may spit, but right now I definitely swallow!.

Paul goes to the kitchen, returning with chilled bottles of water for us to rehydrate, and we lay there for a while just talking, trying to regain the strength to attempt a clean up, we were in such a state, all so in need of a shower yet not the energy to actually stand in one.

“So did you set this up between you?” I ask, suspicious of the events.

“No” replies Carol, “I took the chance to call to collect some things, I am supposed to be at home”

“Oh I thought you set it up after your phone call”, I am still intrigued.

“No it wasn’t Carol on phone earlier Sam, she only sent us a text” says Paul.

He doesn’t elaborate on who it was, but I believe him, I don’t think he would of set up this without knowing I was wanting it, this just happened. What am I talking about, how can I say it just happened, I asked her to join us, it was me that initiated it, Oh my god!

I feel shocked at myself, in my head I try to justify my actions, that I had no choice because of how she caught us, that I felt guilty because they had been together for a few years, but at the end of the day there was no reason. If there was a reason then it was a subconscious inquisitiveness, intrigue, a wonder of what it was like and what women got from it. A desire?

Paul was absolutely right, given the right scenario at the right time and all women could be tempted. Despite all our previous debates on this I had done exactly what I said I couldn’t, what I said I never fancied, I had just not only done but also enjoyed!

Carol showers and dresses, shooting off home before she is missed, I lay on the bed with Paul, holding tight and grinning crazily like a Cheshire cat, each movement showing me what they meant before about ‘Aftershocks’, the mattress touching as I swing my legs off the bed, the rubbing as my thighs push the swollen lips together, everything seemed to trigger these minor orgasms. My shower did the same, and Carol reminded me of how she had to keep stopping her car as the vibrations proved too much, Oh I was so not looking forward to the drive back home.

The journey home was staggered, just as they had said about from one of Carol’s epic sessions, my body had been excited that much and made to come so many times that now it just didn’t know how to stop. The uneven road surfaces, pot holes, lumps in the road, anything that caused a jolting or vibration set me off. Not powerful explosive screaming gushing orgasms, but still gut wrenching in their own right, more consuming, the need to close eyes and let it ride out, it was this need that made it imperative to lay-by hop with my car windows wide open to ensure safety on the way home.

Aftershocks was such a truly descriptive word, after my many ‘Earthquakes’ and ‘Tsunami’s’ in Paul’s hands, and in fact Carol’s hands this time too, these were the ‘expected’ follow on tremors.

The journey, well the bits of the journey not hi-jacked by mini orgasm or the basic needs of driving, gave my mind a lot to run over. I saw my bedraggled reflection in the internal mirror, I had showered and done the best to make myself presentable, I most probably was, yet my mind full of the knowledge of what I have spent the day doing makes me believe I look far worse than reality.

Emotions flickered, guilt came and went, it is so hard to explain but I didn’t really feel guilty, it didn’t feel as if I was ‘Cheating’, this was more a need, a necessity, something that had to be done like an operation. I wasn’t emotionally involved in the normal sense of an affair, and I was no nearer planning to leave and go live with him as I was a month ago. I was not doing this through love. the love was there, both ways there were a lot of feelings and had been for a long time, we were ‘very close’ but in a friendship way, I loved talking with him, loved his company, god I so loved his touch and his abilities to pleasure me, we were so on the same wavelength, he seemed so tuned in to my needs and desires. But I had my own family life around me.

Carol was right, I could so see why she kept going back to see Paul even though she decided not to be with him on a permanent basis. He, or the sex with him was in her own words “Addictive”.

Yes that is it, its an addiction. Some people turn to drink, some drugs, some smoked, me? my addiction had become to get well and truly pleasured by Paul. No this wasn’t cheating, this was my comforter, this was 'Therapy’!.

I see the road sign that tells me home is ten miles and my mind starts to reflect on the days other surprises. I don’t mean the role-play events, I already knew that these would enhance my sensations and add something to the days sex between us, No I mean events in the scenario that followed this.

I had in the past many conversations with Paul about threesomes etc and bisexual sex between two women, he had often teased me and told me I would love it, I thought he just wanted to get his leg over and have a threesome, well yes he did I suppose, but as I always explained to him, Women were just not my thing, and I had no intention of trying it.

Trying it?, my god today it felt like I had not only tried but read and thrown away the manual. We had not kissed like I had with Paul, so I guess really I had not explored it to the full, although it felt to me there wasn’t much that wasn’t actually done to me, and shockingly what I had done in return. No it wasn’t Bisexual verging on Lesbian, If Carol had produced a strap-on dildo I would of freaked out, no this was bisexual due to the threesome scenario.

All this justification that my mind keeps searching for, as if I need a reason, as if I need an excuse, as if I needed to validate my involvement, I had done nothing to be ashamed of, hurt nobody, had a great time and a lot of fun, I didn’t need reasons. Actually I did not just have ‘a lot of fun’, that was such a lame understatement, today’s events had been and excuse my swearing “Absolutely and undoubtedly fucking mind-blowing!”

Was I now Bi? This flickered through my reasoning channels, trying to find a definitive answer. I didn’t think I was, yet I had done things today that were restricted to that category. I glance at the ladies passing by my window, just the normal thoughts of my god what is she wearing, or she is pretty, that dress looks nice, no urges or desires to call over and scream part your legs girl I want to tongue you.

I still find it hard to believe that today my tongue had done exactly that, for something I had always laughed off, denied interest, and said ‘No way’, I had actually enjoyed the sensations. I guess if I was blindfolded being licked is exciting regardless of which sex performing it. The same goes for being fingered and fisted, they are actions that create stimuli, obviously done enough they are going to have the same effect, to make you come.

Most shocking to me was the enjoyment I got from actually doing it myself, I cant say I had any feelings for Carol, we knew each other, but were not what you could call friends, her body was great for her age, yet I didn’t have any desires or sexual fantasies about it. It was the actual actions that were exciting, the sensations of touch.

I can see now why Paul can literally spend hours on foreplay, why he so enjoys creating the pleasure, why he pushes and pushes to make this pleasure extreme. The softness combined with the wetness along with that ‘hidden’ aspect of a pussy resembles a pleasure that could be described as if describing a box of soft centre chocolates, soft and melting to a slippery state in your fingers, sweet and smooth on your lips, and as your tongue searches and finally finds the soft gooey centre that exquisite rapturous taste.

Yes, more than the actual taste for me was the way it felt, the amazingly varying textures, the warm wetness, the silky juices that wrapped around fingers and hand, the tightness and the pulsing of those walls around me.

I loved the very visible effect my actions were having, It was knowing that it was me and the way I moved my fingers, delved my hands, licked with my tongue or sucked lips or button that was causing such intense pleasure. When performing oral sex on a man you can hear him moan, there is even the odd throb and jumping of his cock, but until he finishes and comes there is not a lot else to see or experience. However I saw today that with a woman that is so different, a pussy reacts to stimulus far more than a penis, a pussy’s texture changes, colours change, smell and taste change, they open and close like a flower, tight one minute, gaping wide the next, and they flood with juices. Oh yes they certainly flood!

What an unbelievable day, I still could not stop smiling as I reversed the car onto the hard standing and tried so hard to get my brain off of the days fun and return to Mother / Housekeeper mode.

See I just knew that all would be sorted after a visit, that I would lose that total obsession and be able to retire the daydream and be good ole Mum again.

I stick the milk in the cupboard, the sugar back into the fridge, empty a tin of baked beans into the dogs bowl as I sing “Love to love you baby” to myself.

“Oh Mum for goodness sake, you haven’t heard a word I said………”