http://www.naacpnvf.org Mon, 12 May 2008 05:05:10 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 en http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/12/a-vibrator-spices-up/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/12/a-vibrator-spices-up/#comments Mon, 12 May 2008 05:05:10 +0000 admin http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/12/a-vibrator-spices-up/ A Vibrator Spices Up Their Sex Life
Christina knocks on her boyfriends door. Wearing a very low cut black wrap around dress, and very high heels, with a black lacy garter, stockings, and matching thongs underneath. She hopes that her outfit will spice up her love life. It has become rather mundane lately. She stands up super straight and pushes her tits out when she hears him unlock the door. He opens the door and the look on his face makes is very clear that her efforts were not in vain. She walks past him, looking at him very seductively, and heads straight for the bedroom. He closes the door and locks it, and practically runs after her. She plops the shopping bag in her hand down on the bed and turns to face him. “Well, how do I look?” She asks. “Very sexy” he replies, “Why are you all dressed up?” She says “To seduce you silly. Now go get me a chair from the kitchen!”
“OK” he answers with a puzzled look on his face. Christina pulls out some silk neck ties from his closet and has them in her hand when he returns with the chair. “Put it over there.” She says. He does as he’s told and just stands there looking at her. “Take off your clothes!” She almost yells. He looks at her for a second and then does what she says. “Sit down baby.” she tells him. He sits down and she slinks over to him, his eyes are all over her awesome voluptuous body.
She straddles him and pulls his arms behind his back. She ties his wrists together with one of the neck ties, and then ties it to the chair. She stands up to get off of him by rubbing her breasts in his face, and then she gets on her knees and ties first one leg and then the other to the chair with the neck ties. She stands up and looks down at him all helpless, and a devilish grin spreads across her beautiful face.
“Now I’ve got you where I want you.” She says. She sits down on his bed in front of him, and reaches in the shopping bag she brought. “Now you see baby, I bought this vibrator for 2 purposes. You get to watch the first one right now.” She says as she holds a nice sized vibrator in her hand. She pulls up her dress, sucks on the vibrator for a minute to get it lubricated, and turns it on. She pulls her thong panties to the side, and lightly rubs the vibrator on her clit, causing her to cry out.
“Are you paying attention babe?” She asks, although he is obviously paying attention. He looks like he’s drooling. He tries to get out of his restraints to touch her, but she says “NO! If you get out of those there wont be any more physical contact for you!”
He says “OK fine.” She went back to concentrating on the task at hand. She started to rub the vibrator up and down her pussy lips, and down to her tight little asshole. She spread her lips with her other hand, lifting her hood, and rubbed the vibrator on it, making herself moan, turning her legs to rubber. She ran the vibrator down to her pussy hole and slowly stuck it in. She began to fuck herself with it, moaning in pleasure. She took the vibrator out and rubbed her clit with it some more, while she fucked herself with her fingers. She rubbed the vibrator over her clit, pressing down harder and moving it up and down faster. She began to moan louder as her orgasm built up inside her, waiting to explode.
She shoved the vibrator inside her one final time and then she exploded. She screamed in orgasmic delight, fucking the vibrator wildly, trying to ride every last wave of her orgasm. When she finally came down, She set the vibrator aside, got up, and went over to her boyfriend. “How did you like that baby?” She said.
“You made me so hot, look at how hard I am!” He said.
“Mmmmm I can see hunny. Do you want me to kiss it?” She said.
“Yes please, I need it so bad!” He replied. She got on her knees and took his rock hard cock in her hand. She began to stroke it up and down, causing him to groan and say “Yes baby! YES!” She leaned her head down, and licked the head of his dick, teasing it with her tongue, flicking back and forth across the tip of it. She put her lips all the way around his head, twirling her tongue all over it, making him squirm.
She pushed her lips and mouth down further, feeling his hardness filling her mouth and now throat. His cock reached the back of her throat and he started thrusting his hips, fucking her throat, and she let him, she knew this was how he liked it. He was moaning and groaning as loud as she had with the vibrator. She moved her tongue all around over his shaft as he fucked her mouth, and she could feel that he was on the verge of cumming. She pulled away and stood up.
She took off her dress, and straddled him. She pulled her panties to the side, and guided his hot throbbing cock into her sopping wet pussy. She very slowly slid down onto his dick, savoring every inch. They both moaned in unison. She put her hands on his shoulders, and began to ride him. She pumped herself up and down on his dick. Harder and faster she rode him, building an orgasm inside her that made her scream in pleasure. She pounded into him harder and harder, until she rammed down one last time, screaming, and digging her nails into his shoulders. She sat there for a second to get her energy back. She then got up and untied him.
“Now” She said, “This is where the 2nd purpose of the vibrator comes in. I want you to fuck me in the ass while I fuck my pussy with the vibrator.” she said.
“Really baby? Can I cum in your ass too?” He said.
“Of course, silly!” She said. She reached into the shopping bag, and pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly. She handed it to him, grabbed the vibrator, and got on all fours on the bed. He needed no encouragement after that. He got behind her, and put some lube on his finger, and slid one finger into her asshole. She turned the vibrator on and began rubbing her clit with it.
“More baby! Give me more!” she said. He stuck two fingers in her, and fucked her ass with those. She was pushing back against his fingers, trying to get them deeper inside of her nice tight ass. He took his fingers out, lubed his dick up and put his head up against her little pucker hole.
“YES! fuck my ass!” She yelled. He pushed his dick in very slowly, letting her tight little ass get used to the thickness of his cock. She continued to rub the vibrator on her clit, and pushed her ass back, trying to get him to fuck her hard. He took her cue and began sliding in and out of her, going a little faster.
“Fuck me harder baby, please fuck me harder, I want your cum deep inside my ass baby!” she moaned. He grabbed on to her hips, and fucked her harder and faster as she fucked her pussy with her vibrator. He began to yell
“Ohhh yeahhh bitch, take it, yeah!” He smacked her ass again and again, pounding into her, digging his nails into her hips, smacking her ass, yelling at the top of his lungs. This was all she needed to send her over the edge.
Oh god baby I’m cumming! Yeah fuck my ass, harder, I’m cumming! Shoot your load deep in my ass!” She screamed. He began to yell and grunt and he stuck his dick in hard and as far as it would go, and she could feel him explode inside her ass. It felt so good to have him cum in her ass. She loved it. He collapsed on top of her, driving her to the bed. The both lay there, exhausted.
She could feel his hard-on shrinking inside her still. He finally got up with a grunt, pulled his dick out, and cum dribbled down her still very sensitive pussy lips and clit, making her moan.
“Aren’t you glad I bought the vibrator, baby?” she asked.
“Oh yeah. It’s one of the best things you’ve ever bought!” He said and he kissed her.

]]> http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/12/a-vibrator-spices-up/feed/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/a-new-dawn-ch-04/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/a-new-dawn-ch-04/#comments Mon, 12 May 2008 01:05:15 +0000 admin http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/a-new-dawn-ch-04/ It was a cool July day as Dawn and I drove to West Virginia to meet Ryan once again. This would be our first visit, away from the adult bookstore, with the young man back from Florida helping his parents with the family business. It would turn out to our last visit, at least to date, with the former Marine.
There was no entertaining truckers by Dawn exposing herself to them on this trip. We chatted casually about general things and the coming evening. We would arrive early enough to prepare for our meeting with Ryan. In the past we talked back and forth about what we were doing, how we each felt and how it might affect our relationship, but we felt relaxed and comfortable this time. We knew Ryan now and that added to the comfort level each of us felt. The option still remained either of us could call this off at any time, but our trust and confidence in each other, and our relationship, remained strong and continued to grow stronger each passing week. This remained nothing more than fun for us, no emotional involvement, a form of foreplay and Dawn delighted in doing things that were pleasing to me.
This is not to say she didn’t derive any pleasure from this, because she did, but her often stated reasons always she was doing it to please me. She still had her own fantasies she wanted to explore and live out, but those were not panned for this trip either. One was to see me suck another man’s cock. It was with more than a little relief to me Ryan wasn’t interested in this. The other fantasy, originally mine, was to see her to be with another woman. The hope I had had was now becoming one consuming her. She liked looking at other women and now the thought of being with one turned her on more and more. She had a lap dance once with a stripper that ending in fondling, kissing and hugging, but while it turned her on, it was too short. There was another attempt at this which resulted in an accident breaking her nose as the dancer tried to snatch a dollar bill from Dawn’s lap, raising her head quickly, the dancer’s head striking her nose. At first it was funny, then not so funny, although we can laugh about it now. She had asked Ryan before we made our way down to see him if he had a female friend he could bring along, but he hadn’t been back home long enough to establish that kind of relationship with anyone.
We arrived at our hotel just outside Parkersburg. I had reserved an executive suite on the first floor with an outside entrance. No particular reason except it makes it easier to carry things in, and out again at the end of the weekend.
A king-size bed dominated the center of the room. A work area to one side of the bed with a long mirror above the table/desktop running the length of the wall, level with the bed. The lighting for the work area had three settings. On the other side of the bed, a rocker-recliner with a small table and reading lamp attached to the table between the bed and chair. The bed had three pillows and we had brought additional ones with us. The bathroom was large with a bathtub, a tub being so important to Dawn. Preferring a warm, long relaxing bath, she detested showers.
I laid down on the bed as Dawn scurried about putting things away, moving one piece of furniture, and making a pot of coffee. The only furniture she had moved was the reading lamp and small table it was connected to placing it on the other side of the chair. She turned it on the lowest setting satisfied the light was sufficiently dimmed by the chair in front of it, now between the bed and lamp. Before grabbing a cup of coffee for each of us, she set up two camcorders, one on each side of the bed. One was fairly close, the other further away. She then laid down next to me to smoke a cigarette and drink some coffee.
As she put her cigarette out, I looked into her eyes. With the look of a woman half her age, there was a sweet innocence about her, yet after being with her almost two years by then, I knew deep inside her was a caged, sexual heat waiting to pour out of her at any moment. There was such a contrast in her demeanor. So demure when around others, this petite woman would turn into a whore and a slut in bed. Words would roll off her lips like, “Fuck me. I want to suck your cock. Eat my pussy. Cum in my mouth. Fuck my ass. ” But, it all seemed so natural coming from her. These were not dirty words to her, but words of love. It was so different compared to my previous experiences when I first heard these words coming from those sweet lips of hers, but now it was so natural to me as to her.
We had about three hours before meeting Ryan. We had decided to meet him elsewhere rather than have him come to the room. It gave each of us one final out if either of us wanted to exercise the option.
I had my own ideas about using up some of the time we had, but “not now, ” she said in a cooing voice. “Save your creamy cum for later, Baby. ” With that, she bounded off the bed with the enthusiasm of a young girl getting ready for her first prom making her way to the bathroom to run some bath water. From experience, I knew most of the rest of the time would be spent by her getting ready for the evening to come. I settled back with another cup of coffee, cigarette and turned on the television.
About 30 minutes later she emerged from the bathroom completely naked. Before turning off most of the lights in the room, I caught a glimpse of the freshly shaved pussy and the thin horizontal line of reddish hair about an inch above her clit. I knew where my mouth wanted to be, but she once again scampered around the room, drying her hair, applying makeup, setting out and lighting candles before settling in for another cup of coffee.
We kissed for the first time since arriving, her hand reaching down between my legs to tease my cock which grew hard in her hand. As our tongues touched, I could taste the freshness of the coffee in her mouth. I so much wanted her to go down on me, but she just continued to tease and play. Putting her coffee down, she laid on top of me, sliding her clean pussy up and down the length of my cock. I reached down to put it inside of her, but she pulled her hips away and started to slide down my body. I could feel the heat of her breath on the head of my now hard shaft and soon light kisses and a darting tongue on it. Feeling her mouth lightly sucking the head, I thrust my hips slightly up, but she pulled away. “Later, ” she whispered. The sexual tension I was feeling was more than I could handle, but she wasn’t giving me any choice. She left me again to apply still more makeup to her face and starting getting dressed. I resigned myself to having to wait. I took a quick shower and was surprised to see she was dressed when I came out of the bathroom. Pair of jeans, a sweater and pair of sandals shielded her once naked body from my eyes. Her long reddish-brown hair flowed over her shoulders. She was so beautiful and sweet looking, but I knew when we made it back to the room, with or without Ryan, wanton lust would overtake her and she would savagely attack like a bitch in heat. Walking up behind her, I moved her hair and kissed the side of her neck. She leaned her neck back and to the side for a few seconds then turned and kissed me deeply.
“C’mon Honey, get ready, ” she told me. “It’s getting late. I called Ryan while you were in the shower to make sure he’d be there. ” The fragrance of her perfume intoxicated me as I pulled away to finish getting ready. I knew one thing for sure, if anybody changed their mind now, it wasn’t going to be her. Usually on our first night in West Virginia, we would be together alone. It was the second night we would go out and play our games, whether it was the glory hole at the bookstore or going to a strip bar. This was a change and it made me wonder about the next night, Saturday, and what tomorrow would bring.
As we hopped in the car to meet Ryan, nothing was planned. She remained adament she would not kiss him. There was something about kissing that was too emotionally involved and intimate for her. She seemed pretty sure she still didn’t want him cumming in her mouth and wasn’t sure about fucking. We met Ryan at small restuarant for coffee and small talk. I had always been the observer, although I knew tonight would be different. I didn’t feel any discomfort as she met his every innocuous chatter with a flirtatious comment of her own. We looked at one another to see if there was any last minute hesitation by either of us, both of us returning a smile to the other. “Why don’t we get out of here, ” she suggested. There was no hesitation on the part of Ryan or me. We hopped in our car, he in his, following us back to the hotel.
Once in the semi-darkened room, two small lights on and several candles burning, I noticed for the first time Ryan was shorter than me, about her height. He wasn’t really muscular. He had a husky, solid body, and there was a certain strength in his 30 year-old body. His head was almost completely shaven, in contrast to my long hair falling over my shoulders.
My thoughts were broken when out of the blue, Dawn announced, “I’m going to take a quick bath, you guys get comfortable. ” Through my mind ran “what the fuck!” I followed her toward the bathroom talking quietly.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to swish my pussy, ” saying the words I had heard so many times before. “Besides, I don’t know how to break the ice. Get your clothes off, Honey, lay in bed and wait for me. ”
Now was the awkward moment I dreaded and she wasn’t helping. I had all kinds of scenarios running through my head about how all of this would start, now they were gone. Turning to Ryan, I told him she was going to freshen up and wanted us to get ready for her. I could hear the bath water running as he stripped off his clothes. I felt like I was undressing for the first time in gym class, wondering what the other guys were going to think. It was a strange feeling climbing in bed with another naked man-maybe more so for him because Dawn had already told him her one fantasy about wanting me to suck another man’s cock. We laid quietly, a slight distance separating us, barely looking at each other, as we laid in bed waiting for Dawn. Covered by nothing more than a sheet pulled just slightly up past our waists. When I heard the bath water stop, I knew she was done. Reaching for the remote, I turned on the CD player and waited, with Ryan for her.
Dawn came out of the bathroom wearing a dark blue bra and matching bikini panties, a color that matched her deep blue eyes. She confidently walked over to each camcorder, flicking the button on each, the red light on each now blinking. Standing before the foot of the bed, she slowly hooked her fingers in the elastic band of the panties, sliding them down her long, slender legs, revealing to both of us the red line of hair just above her shaven pussy. Lifting first one leg, then the other, the panties fell to the floor. Placing one foot, then the other, on the bed, she stood high above us, her feet spread just wide enough to remain between our own legs. Reaching the clasp on the front of her bra, she undid it, shrugging her shoulders slightly, letting it fall from her body.
She towered over us fully exposed, the light of the candles dancing off her breasts. Looking down at both of us for a moment, she dropped to her knees between us. “A couple of shy guys, huh, ” she said as she pulled the sheet down exposing both of us to her and to each other. It wasn’t the first time I had seen his thick shaft, but I had a slight moment of discomfort.
“Let’s see, which cock to suck first, ” she said. Glancing at me, “I think guests should come first, don’t you, Honey?” It didn’t call for a response and there was no time to give one. I could see his body jerk as she took his pulsating cock to her lips. From the many times we had been to the glory hole, I had seen many cocks. His was not particularly long, maybe six inches, but the girth was wide and the youthful hardness was evident from the veins almost bursting through the skin. I felt a shiver run through my body as she slowly ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. Hearing him moan as she slid her tongue around and over the mushroom-shaped head, my own cock was awakening at the sight of what was transpiring before me. She was even bolder this time than the time we had been together before. Watching the oral copulation unfolding before me, her right hand holding his quivering cock at the base, pointing it skyward, I started to lower my own right hand to stroke myself. I felt like I had been on the edge for more than three hours now.
My eyes stayed fixed on her mouth and head as I slowly stroked myself. I didn’t want to cum yet. The cum screaming to be released from my body was going to be saved for her. She moved her head to the side, opened her eyes, staring deeply into mine, running her lips up and down the side of him, both of us holding our gaze into each other’s eyes. Her lips looked like she was playing the flute, a personal concert for me, but from time to time she would pull her head back rolling her tongue along his length giving me a better view to see what she was doing. The wanton lust I knew would be there was in her eyes, especially when she licked off the precum that kept accumulating on the top of the thick, fleshy piece of manhood. To her, it was a drink of the gods. If nothing more ever came out, this she loved. If only somehow I could bottle this for her to sip at night I think she would be in heaven. I felt like exploding. She seemed to sense this and reached over with her left hand, grabbing my moving hand, stopping it in place. Pulling and pushing my hand away from the pleasure I tried to give myself, she gripped it hard, holding it still further away from my blood engorged organ. Her mouth and tongue continued their movements, her tongue tracing the veins of his burgeoning cock. Moving her mouth up, she tried to burrow her tongue in the little hole on top.
Sensing I was a little calmer now, she reached over and took my cock in her hand and slowly pumped it as she opened own mouth even wider, taking him fully in her mouth, letting it sink slowly into her mouth, inch by inch, until it disappeared from sight, her chin now resting on his balls. I could see the fullness of him push out against her cheek, amazingly the one on my side, her head not moving. From experience I knew she was contracting her throat around the meaty flesh buried deep in her mouth. His cock now fully embedded in her mouth, the tip piercing the back of her throat, he wanted to move his hips and up and down, but, removing her hand from me, placed her hands on his hips holding him still. He tried again to raise up, but her mouth and head remain locked blocking any fucking motion by him. It was like her lips were glued to the base of his cock. I could tell he wanted to fuck her face so bad. The relief being denied me was also being denied him.
Her hand now gone from me, I replaced it with my own. I don’t know if she sensed this or saw it, but she moved her hand back over and stopped mine. She moved my hand away once again, but I fought her, trying to push her hand back down, to take my full grown shaft in her hand and finish me off, but I could feel her arm stiffen and hand tighten on mine denying me the relief I sought while keeping his cock buried deep in her mouth. I so wanted to jump up, get behind her and ram my cock deep in her pussy from behind, or tear her mouth away from his cock and replace with it mine, shooting my cum in her throat.
Slowly she lifted her head, exposing his wide cock from the bottom up, again inch by inch. When she reached the top, she squeezed her lips together and sucked. As she slid her mouth off the head, I could hear a popping sound. She looked up at me with those pretty little doe eyes of hers. I watched as her body began to move up his, her tongue lightly tracing the area from his stomach to his chest, stopping to tease his nipple between her teeth. I wanted to scream out, “What about me!”
It must have taken a couple minutes to work her way up him, seemingly a long time but to me, it seemed like an eternity. But, she hadn’t completely forgotten me. I could see it in her eyes, and besides, she knew this was what I wanted-to see her with another man, to see her suck his cock and maybe fuck him.
She moved the top half of her body to mine, the lower half still on him. Our lips met, our tongues explored each other’s mouth. The musky taste of his cock filled my mouth as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I could feel the wetness of his precum mixed with her saliva.
I placed my hand on her back, pulling myself up slightly, almost in a sitting position against the pillows behind me as she continued her slow crawl upward. I wanted my own cock in her mouth so bad by now. Sliding my hand down further to the top of the top of the crack of her cute little butt, I could feel her hips moving up and down. I had been able to get myself up far enough for her to greedily stuff my aching cock in her mouth. Looking over at the mirror, I could see her curved body and realized either he managed to move his cock into her sweet pussy on his own, or she had helped get it in with her own hand. Either way, they were fucking. They were actually fucking right before my very eyes. I kept my eyes on the mirror watching the reflection of him slowly fuck her as she sucked my cock deep into her mouth. I watched as his rock hard cock moved, first slowly, then more quickly, in and out of her cunt. I stared intently at his face and eyes for a few moments wondering if it was how I looked when I was burying myself in her. His eyes were closed and there was a grimace on his face. I knew she wanted to sit up, control the tempo of his manhood as it moved in and out of her. I’m not sure how comfortagle this position was for her but somehow she managed to maneuver her head to look up into my eyes as she continued to sucking my cock and fucking his. Her eyes were glazed over, slowly rolling back almost gone from my sight, her hips continuing to meet his. She had the “I’m being fucked look” on her face we had joked about between ourselves before. Looking back at the mirror, I could see the light from the flickering candles glistening off his wet cock as it plunged in and out of her soaked entry. I could feel her body start to quiver and shake, knowing she had reached her first orgasm.
As the intensity of the orgasm began to subside, her hips stopped bucking and slammed down hard on his. She held herself there a few moments, pushing him as deep inside her as she could, her body still quaking. As calmness and tranquility restored themselves to her, she pulled him out of her immediatelyand at same time removed her mouth from me. She moved quickly up my body. The woman that so enjoyed being put in the position of complete submission was now in complete control. I didn’t know anymore if she was prolonging this for me or for her. All I knew was the tension was building deep inside of me and felt some frustration knowing relief was not immediatley at hand.
She made her way up my body until her vaginal lips were kissing my mouth. This is one of my favorite positions for eating, sucking, probing and licking her sweet tasting pussy, but instead of coming up even further to place her delicacy directly over my mouth, she pushed forward, grinding her pubic region into my mouth, forcing my tongue in her pussy. I lapped up the juices flowing from her with my tongue. The thought of Ryan’s cock having been pounding away at her tender pussy just moments before heightened the sexual excitement for me. It took my mind off my own frustration in not have shot my own load yet and maybe I thought, just briefly, about his own denial of ultimate release. I knew her most sensitive, pleasureable area: her nipples. Twisting, pinching and lightly biting would send what she described as shock waves from her nipples to the inner-depths of her pussy.

]]> http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/a-new-dawn-ch-04/feed/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/a-womans-fantasy/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/a-womans-fantasy/#comments Sun, 11 May 2008 21:04:49 +0000 admin http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/a-womans-fantasy/ It happened 2 years ago, I never planned it, it just happened. I was 38 years back then and had been married since I turned 18. I’ve never had an extra marital affair before but of course have considered it many times. I never strayed outside my marriage and I consider myself to be a great wife, mother and an excellent consultant.
Sometimes in my line of work, my travels take me to remote areas of the country and on occasion, overnight stays are required. It was on such a trip that I ended up in Hurricane Mills Tennessee. Not very much there except for a motel, a gas station and restaurant/truck stop type place and a few odd small factories. It was seven in the evening and after a long day of travel and meeting with my client at one of those small factories for most of the day that I finally checked into the motel. As if it was such a great gesture on the motel’s behalf, they included a coupon for one free drink at the bar for each night of stay. It really wasn’t that great of a place but for the sake of not driving too far in the mornings, I chose to stay in Hurricane Mills. Before having diner, I thought I’d take advantage of my free drink at the bar.
Needless to say the bar was empty except for another woman who I assumed was another guest, the bartender, and myself. After a few minutes at the bar, the other woman struck up a conversation with me and we exchanged small talk. She was in town on business as well and as a medical auditor for the state she explained, she travels extensively for her job. She was here to inspect the medical procedures at the local state penitentiary. She introduced herself as Julie and came across as very pleasant and well spoken. She looked to be in pretty good shape, rather tall and slender, with jet-black hair and a killer smile. We munched on finger foods and chatted until around 9 or so then we said our good nights and I retired to my room.
It was the next evening that changed my life. Again I arrived back at the motel around 7 pm and thought I’d stop by the bar and have that free daily drink again before going to diner. Julie was there when I arrived she greeted me and motioned me over to join her. We each ordered a glass of wine and just sort of continued our chat from last night. By 7:30 we decided that we should have diner together since both of had not eaten yet. There was an Italian family owned restaurant just half a block away and we decided that would do, the street was well lit and we wouldn’t have to drive. As we walked over, I was thinking it was nice, not to have diner alone for a change. It never fails, when a single woman on business goes into a restaurant or bar by herself, every swinging dick in the place figures she’s out there to get laid. So tonight, I didn’t mind the company.
The restaurant was nicer inside than we expected. Once seated, we noticed all the tables covered with white linen and full silverware settings neatly laid out. The room was dimly lit with soft background music playing that added a rather nice romantic touch to it. We ordered a bottle of Chablis with our diner and clicked our glasses together before taking a sip. Julie and I talked about our husbands, kids, work, and health etc. I told I was 38 years old and she told me she was 45. It surprised since she looked much younger, I had her pegged at around 38-40, we woman do that all the time. It was incredible just how well we got along. We had the same views on such topics as abortion and child rearing. It was like we had been friends for years. We talked and had eaten a lot that night throwing our diets to the wind and we realized we had consumed all of the Chablis. We were on our second bottle when our entrée’ arrived. I was having the veal Marcella and Julie chose the seafood Italiano.
Now I’m somewhat outgoing but Julie was defiantly an extrovert. She had a way of drawing you in when she speaks to you and her mannerism makes one feel comfortable being around her. By the time we were done with our meals, Julie was awfully giddy and I was feeling no pain. The wine had played its tricks on us and we agreed that we were both a little shit faced. This was definitely weird. After diner we walked or should I say stumbled back to the motel. Lord knows we both needed the walk after a meal like that. We arrived, and discovered the small bar was closed for the night. It was rather odd since it was only 10:30 pm. What the hell! We said. What’s going on? Julie suggested we go to her room, she had a couple of those little wine bottles that you get from airlines chilling in the fridge. Her room came with a small fridge and a microwave. I was a little tired but since it was only 10:30, I thought it was a good idea for half an hour or so. On the way to her room, we joked about how some guys can be such pigs all the while making pig grunt noises and we giggled like a couple of drinking college girls all the way to her room.
Once in her room, I plopped down on the bed and put my feet up while she busied herself searching and opening those two cute little airlines wine bottles. We joked about their size. Julie poured each of them out into a glass handed me one. We held them up and said “cheers” and took a sip. As late as it was and realizing that I just a little too much to drink, I stretched further down against the back of the headboard, adjusted my skirt so it didn’t ride high up my thighs and kicked off my shoes, “my feet are killing me” I said as I kicked my heels off. She turned slightly and said “if you don’t mind, I’m going to get out of these things. I’ve been bound up in this monkey suit since 7 this morning. I didn’t give her action a second thought since I myself was in the same situation not taking the time to change out of my work attire.
Julie was wearing a dark blue skirt and jacket with a plain white blouse. It was a typical woman’s business suit. She wore her skirt above the knees more on the short side, a little snug around her hips and thighs but still tastefully conservative and business looking. It looked great on her and she looked very professional. With her back to me, she began to strip and change into a robe. After she removed her jacket, skirt and blouse and was standing there in her panties and bra, I couldn’t help but steal a peak and then scolded myself quietly for doing so. Julie was quite shapely for her age. She had little if any sags, and was very firm. I told her she’s doing a good job of looking after herself because she looked great! and apologized for peaking. As she was putting on her robe with her back to me, she turned her head to face me and smiled. “I wish I could look that good!” I commented. “You look pretty good yourself, what are you talking about?” she said. I responded, “no way babe, you’ve been drinking!” “No really, your very pretty and your body looks fantastic.” she said. I responded by saying “it’s amazing how well clothing can cover up all the flaws.” We both laughed.
Maybe it was the wine that we had plowed back during diner but with her comment, I felt myself go flush. I felt butterflies in my stomach and felt that familiar wet warm feeling in my pussy. I knew we were a little wasted but I thought it odd for her to casually go ahead and change in front of me like that, we hardly knew each other. I think she caught me checking her out her out while she was changing but I wasn’t worried about it. All I saw was the outline shape of her firm tight butt cheeks underneath her bikini panties. Was she flirting with me?, or is she a little too tipsy from drinking? I thought. Am I reading this right or am I just a little too drunk? Until this moment, I had never given a second thought about perhaps another woman coming on to me. Oh sure I’ve fantasized on many occasions that I was being eaten out by a woman while making love to my husband, but heck I never considered it to ever be a possibility. My thoughts were interrupted when she said, “you look real good Rose as she continued the conversation. You wear your clothes well and most woman would be envious.” I was feeling strange by her comments, almost flirty if I could describe it. My mind began to wonder what it would be like to caress another woman, what would it feel like to kiss Julie. Crazy, sexy, and absurd thoughts were going through my mind a mile a minute and I guess I justified them as the effects of too tired and too much wine.
Julie walked over to the other side of the bed, placed her glass on the end table and laid down on her left side facing me propping her head up with left her hand and elbow. She starred at me, I looked at her quizzically and smiled, “what?” I asked. She commented how nice my perfume was….”was it Claiborne?” she asked? I said, “Yes, you like it?” she shifted her body a little closer to get a better sniff and I noticed her bare breasts exposed from within her loose fitting robe. Her left breast was practically fully exposed in her attempt to shift closer. She must have slipped the bra off after putting her robe on. I was trembling at the site of her semi exposed breasts and now her face was just inches away from mine as she took a sniff of my neck to catch another scent of my perfume. “Mmm I love Claiborne,” she said “it’s one of my favorite” She started to tell me how much she enjoyed our diner together and how pleased she was to have made my friendship. “I never felt so at ease with another person after such a short period of time” she explained and I told her I felt the same way. Now more relaxed, I shifted to my right side supporting my head up with my hand and elbow to face her.
She leaned over to me again, placed her arm on my shoulder and gave me a hug. I felt her breasts pressing slightly against my arm and my heart was throbbing a mile a minute. I could feel my soaked panties from my dripping pussy. Not believing of what might be happening I surmised it was just a sisterly type hug, but then her lips touched my neck as she commented something about my perfume again. I heard her say something but my mind did not comprehend. Still with her arm on my shoulder and her face just inches away from mine, Julie asked if she could kiss me. Surprised and excited, I froze as I was unsure how to react to this newly found emotion. I was in a daze. I tried to say yes but couldn’t. Julie gently kissed me full on the lips and for a moment I remained dazed unable to respond. My free hand went to her waist and we pulled each other in to tighten our embrace. She kissed me and held me tight and trance like, I responded. By now I was beside myself enjoying this forbidden encounter. Julie broke the kiss off first and said “I’ve wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you Rose.” She had never done this before and had been wanting to play out her fantasy for years” she explained “if I’ve offended you” she said, “please forgive me”. “No not at all” I expressed, I feel flattered and excited.”
Julie placed her hand on my breast and we kissed, a deep passionate kiss as I moved my arms around her waist and tried to pull her even closer. Our kiss lingered and she began to undress me, slowly at first then I helped her. She removed her robe and we both lay on the bed with only our panties on. We were almost fully naked side by side rubbing our bodies together in boiling lust. Julie was a gentle aggressor as she moved her hand tenderly down to my now soaking wet pussy and began rubbing my clit through the panties with her fingers. She said “you’re really wet down there” and with that we removed our panties. She took my hand and placed it on her drenched pussy. I glided my fingers in and out of soaking wet cunt, as we lay side-by-side with our tongues lashing furiously in and out of each others mouth. I came first. I had never cum that fast in my life and with such intensity. I rarely have orgasms!
Julie came right after me and as she came, I sucked on her breasts feeling rather smug with myself that I actually got her off! We caressed and held each other for what seemed to be an eternity and she asked me if my husband ever goes down on me. I replied “yes, but not as often as I’d like him to” with that Julie began to suck on my breasts, kiss my stomach and lick my navel. She placed her mouth on my pussy and began to lick me there. I was screaming in delight as she paused and asked if she was as good as her husband. It was nothing like how my husband ever did it! I felt like I was being eaten for the first time! I came again and again with such intensity that I felt almost faint. It was amazing. She eventually let me eat her and by now I wanted to so badly. We spent that entire night eating each other out, holding, kissing, caressing and fist fucking each other till early dawn. Unfortunately the next day was a travel day for both of us and we had to part our ways. On my flight home, I couldn’t help but notice how sore my poor little pussy and how pretty the stewardess were.
We have phoned each other several times since then and got each other off over the phone but have never been able to get together. I look at woman now in a whole new way but I haven’t perused any. I’m thinking of trying to seduce someone on my next business trip but in the meantime, it has spruced up my sex life with my husband and of course he doesn’t know anything about it.
Comments welcome.

]]> http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/a-womans-fantasy/feed/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/pandoras-box-ch-03/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/pandoras-box-ch-03/#comments Sun, 11 May 2008 17:04:58 +0000 admin http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/pandoras-box-ch-03/ So you can see that I’d spun a pretty intricate web for myself even before we set out on this vacation together. LaToya and I didn’t even talk for the rest of the week. We laid low and while I can’t speak for her, I spent a great deal of time reinforcing my love and devotion to Patrice.
It was last Thursday, when as we settled in for an evening of our favorite weekly television shows that Patrice casually announced that we were going on vacation the next day. “Honey, we’re going out of town tomorrow.”
My attention was on the television and she knew it. “Oh that’s nice.” I answered. Not asking any of the “Who, What, When Where” questions I would’ve normally thrown at her. She grabbed the television remote control and live TV paused. “Damn TiVo, ” I giggled.
“I said, we’re going out of town tomorrow.” Patrice repeated more forcefully than before. I could tell that she was waiting for a response from me that was worthy of all of the planning and preparation that went into planning this special impromptu excursion.
I didn’t really want to bite because I knew that she wasn’t going to tell me when and where we’d be going. I sat and looked at her for a few minutes. Her eyes were fixed on me. “Okay, ” I sighed, “I’ll bite. Where are we going? When are we leaving? What are we going to do when we get there?”
A smile kept across Patrice’s lips and a giggle escaped her. “Everything you need to know will be communicated to you on a ‘need to know’ basis. Out of all of the questions you’ve asked, all you ‘need to know’ is that we’re leaving sometime within the next twelve hours. I cleared things with your boss, and I suggest you get upstairs and pack a bag with about a week’s worth of clothes and be ready for anything.” With that, she un-paused the television and the show I was watching came back to life.
I marched upstairs to my room and threw the door of my closet open. From the top shelf, I pulled my suitcase, garment bag, and overnight bag from the top shelf and opened each of them on the bed. “How do you pack for a trip when you don’t even know where you’re going?” I asked myself silently.
After a few minutes of pondering, I put it together a couple of outfits that could be both dressy and casual, some jeans and shorts for every day, and couple of bathing suits. One large suitcase, garment bag, and overnight bag later I was, just as she asked me to be, ready for anything.
I padded into the bathroom and turned on both showerheads. I needed to shower, wash my hair and shave. I was kind of miffed that she didn’t give me enough time to get a mani/pedi and a “Brazilian”. It hurts like hell, but I love the feel of my bare skin against the softness of whatever I choose to lay against it.
“Wow, both showerheads?” Patrice asked as she appeared in the room out of nowhere. I jumped and spun around just in time to give her my best scowl.
“What did I tell you about announcing yourself before you just sneak up on a sistah?” I said through clenched teeth in my best attempt to feign a scowl. Patrice has always had a soft step and always seemed to pop up and manage to scare me every time. We had a running joke between us about the years off my life she takes every time she scares me.
“I’m sorry baby.” Patrice smiled as she snaked her arms around my waist from behind. “I’ll try and remember to walk louder.” Her lips instinctively planted a kiss right below my ear causing goosebumps to immediately appear across he surface of my skin. “I didn’t come up here to scare you, I just came up to see if you needed any help with anything since I did give a lot to do in a short amount of time.”
“Well, there’s nothing really, I was about to jump in the shower and ‘mow the lawn’ since you didn’t give me enough time to make an appointment with the spa.
Patrice laughed and shook her head.”If ever faced with and extreme emergency, my wifey’s first course of action would be a manicure, pedicure, and a Brazilian wax just in case her hands feet or baby soft private parts were to become the focal point of the day.”
I playfully punched Patrice in the arm. “Never underestimate baby soft private parts.” I gathered my shower cady and headed for the shower. I never get in without it. It carries my entire collection shower jells, loofahs, razors and other bath and body goodies. Without it, the bathroom would be covered in my “stuff” and Patrice would be in bath and body hell.
“Why don’t you turn off all that water and let me give you a good old fashioned shave?” she asked lovingly. “Take it as my way of making up for not allowing more time for preparation.” I paused a moment to check her face for true sentiment. It was a cross between sincerity and devilishness, but beggars can’t be choosey.
“I guess I’ll let you attempt to redeem yourself.” I said as I turned off the shower. “Where do you want me?” I asked trying hard not to allow the grin in my voice to reach my lips. “On the bed, on the counter, where?” I asked snapping my fingers in a ‘time is money’ fashion.
Without saying a word, she motioned to the bedroom. I grabbed a towel, spread it out onto the bed and pulled up my robe. She grabbed a new razor from my shower caddy and poised herself on her knees at my feet. “Okay, I want you to pull your knees up toward your chest and let them fall apart naturally.” Patrice said in her most clinical tone. “Please scoot down toward the end of the bed… further…. further… ahh, right there is perfect.”
“Alright, Ms. Thang, let’s get one thing straight…” I giggled, “No monkey business, I just want a shave, nothing more, nothing less.”
I spread my legs and shivered as the cool air in the room kissed my skin. It wasn’t too bad, just a little fine black hair covering my puffy cocoa colored mound. “Excited, are we?” Patrice smiled looking me in the eye from between my legs. I could feel a couple beads of wetness forming in anticipation. “About the trip, of course, or are you just happy to see me down here between your legs like this.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lied averting my eyes to an imaginary spot on the ceiling. There’s something about a light between your legs. No matter who it is, it always feels like a trip to gynecologist office. “Can we get moving?” I asked impatiently.
Patrice obliged by laying a damp warm washcloth over my pussy to soften the hair. I closed my eyes relaxing and spreading my legs even further apart in preparation of what was to come. Patrice removed the towel and ran her hands over the hair. “Ah, ah, ah…” I said. “No funny business, remember?”
“Will you hush and let a sistah do her thing?” Patrice asked. “I don’t come down to your job and push buttons on your computer, do I?” I shook my head and rolled my eyes. She can be so silly sometimes. She dipped the towel in the warm water of the basin and applied the cloth to my pussy a second time. This time she held her hand over it pressing the cloth into my skin with a rubbing motion.
It felt heavenly, but I was doing my best not to let her know. Her offering to shave me was just the long way of her getting some. Spending a half an hour or so between my legs was the perfect segway into ‘hot sex on a platter’ to her, but I was determined to make her work harder than normal.
Patrice reached into the caddy and pulled out her favorite cucumber and melon scented shaving gel and squirted on the tip of her fingers. She dabbed the gel painfully slowly all over my mound and my lips being careful to cover every single hair.
After rinsing her hands in the basin of water, she picked up the razor with on hand. Steadying herself with by holding the skin taught with her free hand, she took long downward strokes in the direction of the hair leaving only a trail of bare skin behind.
It only took a few minutes before everything was shaved except the inner lips. “Don’t think I’m trying anything funny, but I’m getting the hair on the inside now.” Patrice announced as she rinse the razor in the basin of water. The inner lips were so sensitive, especially after all of that external manipulation. I sighed aloud as she slid her fingers inside the inner lips and held them open. “Hey, no orgasms up there, I’m trying to work here.”
I held back a moan, as my pussy was practically throbbing. She held the skin with her thumb and I felt her fingers slid deeper into my sex. I knew she was only shaving me, but it felt like she was teasing me! All of her care and precision made me wetter by the minute. I tried to think of other things while she finished up and before I knew it she was wiping me clean with a warm towel. “Clean as a whistle ,ma’am.” Patrice smiled. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“You better put some lotion on that, Ms. Thang.” I said quickly. “The last thing I need are bumps.” Patrice reached into the shower caddy and grabbed lotion that matched the scent of the shaving gel she used to shave me. She squirted a generous amount into her hand, and then rubbed her hands together vigorously. She started at the base of my inner thigh, rubbing and massaging the lotion in as she moved her way up.
Patrice massaged and kneaded the lime green cream into my skin until it was gone. I was so relaxed I had almost fallen asleep. Patrice grabbed both of my thighs and gave my pussy a complementary blow of warm air across my skin. My head popped up and I looked down to find that she’d done a great job. “Perfect!” I smiled as I started to get up off of the bed.
“Wait,” said Patrice as she pushed me back down onto the bed. “I forgot a spot.” I spread my legs for her once again, expecting her to apply more shaving cream or lotion, but she didn’t. Instead, she covered my clean-shaven slit with her mouth and slid her tongue deep inside my sex.
My pussy welcomed her touch and a moan escaped my lips. She pushed her tongue even deeper inside me as I lifted my ass up off the bed in and effort to meet each and every thrust. Skillfully, Patrice’s tongue darted in and out of the folds of my pussy before focusing on my swollen clit.
She held a firm grip on my hips as my body shuddered beneath her. I began to feel warm and fluid deep inside my core, and as it spread throughout my body I called to her, “Oh baby, I love the way you love me.” Her tongue strummed my clit like the strings of a guitar as wave after wave of my climax rushed over me.
I couldn’t control my movements as I bucked and trembled beneath her ministrations. She opened her mouth and accepted every drop of my sweet sticky girlcum. Our eyes locked, as I lay still convulsing from the aftershocks and with a silly grin plastered on my face. “I love you, ” I giggled,”You brat!”
When I had fully recovered, I sat up and wrapped my legs around her waist and held her in my arms. I captured her mouth in a passionate kiss, tasting myself on her lips and tongue. “I thought I told you no funny business.” I cooed.
“I wasn’t being funny, I was dead serious about getting all up in that pussy tonight.” Patrice laughed. I held her close to me for a few more minutes and before we cleaned up and hit the showers. We had a long day a head of us, but I looked forward to being curled up in her arms until morning.
I was serious about what I said too. I loved the way she loved me, which made it even more difficult to keep the events of the past couple weeks from her. As I washed her back in the shower I thought silently about getting and handle on the situation. I couldn’t allow LaToya to persuade me into being unfaithful again. I had everything to loose and nothing to gain.

]]> http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/pandoras-box-ch-03/feed/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/two-women/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/two-women/#comments Sun, 11 May 2008 13:05:10 +0000 admin http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/two-women/ Being in love with my partner is a wonderful experience in love, but our lovemaking is something that I have never experienced before in my life, there is nothing that we wont do for each other as long as it does not cause any pain and we are both comfortable with the situation. He was the one that encouraged me to fulfil my sexual fantasy of making love to another woman. That I have done several times and I thoroughly love the feel, taste and smell of another woman but now, I’ve decided, I want to take this a little further, and have him join me in yet another wonderful sexual experience and fantasy.
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Paul’s Revenge
Paul was lying quietly in between us, I thought he was just luxuriating in our presence and in the afterglow of what we just done, but I was far off the mark. He was scheming his revenge. I hardly noticed when he moved off the bed and left the room as Judy moved closer to me and kissed me gently on the lips. We wrapped our arms around each other, gently stroking and kissing. Paul entered the room after a few minutes and sat on the bed watching us, when I looked up at him I could see he was hard again, his cock standing fully erect and still shining from when I sucked him.
“Would you ladies like to indulge me this time?” he asked us both. I looked at Judy and saw she already had a grin on her face, “OK babe, what do you have planned?” I asked. “Just stay there for a while and enjoy what you’re doing, I have some things I want to get and then I’ll be back” the last few words sounding like Arnie Swarzenpecker. Judy didn’t waste any time, she pushed her left leg between mine, lowered her mouth to my breasts and softly licked and sucked my nipples. I let her get on with it, just stroking her hair and enjoying the effects her mouth was having on me.
I was starting to really get into what Judy was doing to me, her mouth on my nipple sucking hard and now she had one of her fingers slowly sliding up and down my inner thighs. Paul quietly entered the room, and was moving around before either of us noticed him. “OK ladies, are you ready?” he said. We both sat up and waited for his instructions. Paul told us to get on our knees, facing away from each other, me the foot of the bed and Judy the headboard with our arses touching, then he took the straps that we’d used on him earlier and tied our legs together just above our knees.
“Let me see those arses high girls,” he said, “Lean on your elbows’ Judy and I both dropped down to our elbows and I could feel my arse cheeks spread and my pussy open wide, fully presented to him. I felt his hand run gently over my back and I presumed he was doing the same thing to Judy. He has a very gentle touch for such a large and strong man, shivers followed his hand as it moved from my shoulders down my spine, between my arse cheeks, missing my pussy and clit then returning back up to my shoulders. He did this several times and each time he missed out my pussy I groaned in frustration.
Paul lowered his mouth to my arsehole and flicked it with his tongue a couple of times then moved away, I heard Judy gasp and knew he’d done the same thing to her. “Move forward a little girls” he said, pushing my arse forward as he spoke, then I felt something large at the entrance to my pussy. I tried to look through my legs to see what he intended to push inside me, but my breasts blocked the view. Paul slowly pushed the object into me; I felt it easily slide in, as I was so wet, it was filling me, “Bloody hell,” I thought, “it’s huge”. Paul slid the object in then slowly out until I pushed back against it. I felt it slide further and further into me until, with a surprise, I was pushing against Judy’s arse, “The bastard, he’s using a double headed dildo on us” but before I could say anything, I felt Judy push hard against my arse, driving the dildo into me. I pushed back again with the same result and very soon we were fucking each other arse to arse, the impact causing my skin to ripple around my arse and my breasts to swing back and forth, my nipples rubbing on the bed sheet.
Paul hadn’t finished yet. We were both approaching a massive orgasm when something very cold ran down between my arse cheeks, the same thing must have happened to Judy because I heard her squeal behind me. I looked over my shoulder and Paul held up an ice-cube for me to see, a HUGE smile on his face, then he put it back between my cheeks, circling my arsehole, down to the full entrance to my pussy, the ice-cube melting and the cold water running over the dildo and around to my clit. I dropped my head to the bed, breathing heavily, but it shot back up as Paul smacked us both on our arses. The heat from the smack spread quickly around my arse and down to my clit and pussy. I nearly came there and then, Judy had pushed her arse back hard when Paul had hit her and the dildo had shot deep into me, hitting my cervix, I cried out in pain/shock/pleasure all at once, not truly knowing what I felt when I pushed back against Judy and we resumed fucking each other.
Paul let us carry on for another short time then he repeated what he had done with the ice-cube, I only had time to breathe in sharply before he hit my other arse cheek. I couldn’t believe how my body was responding to this treatment; Paul had never smacked me before, and my body loved it. I started fucking Judy again and she pushed back harder each time, the sound of our cheeks hitting resounding loud in the room. Now we didn’t stop when Paul applied the ice-cube or smacked our arses, we were too close to Cumming and this just added to the pleasure.
Paul changed tact again and, with two hand fulls of wet, watery ice, he grabbed the breasts nearest to him. Judy and I both shot backwards and our orgasms hit us, I inhaled and held my breathe as the waves and waves of pure pleasure rolled throughout my body. I was conscious of someone screaming, not realising until later that both Judy and I had screamed at the same time. The dildo was buried deep inside both of us, our arses grinding against each other; the orgasm seemed to last for hours before I exhaled and fell forward onto my face. The dildo slid out of me as I went forward causing after shocks to ripple around inside my pussy.
Paul untied us, letting us stretch out. I was having difficulty getting my breath back; my heart was hammering in my chest and every now and then, little after shocks would cause me to moan out loud. Judy was in no better state, her eyes had a glazed look to them, and her hands were squeezing and pulling on her nipples as her after shocks hit her. Paul left the room, his hard cock pointing the way, and returned with three very large glasses of, what turned out to be, icy cold Brandy Sours. I turned around on the bed so Judy and I were able to look at each other, “Wow” was all I had the energy to say, and Judy just laughed and nodded.
We took a few sips of our drinks then Paul said, ”OK girls, watching you just now has certainly made me very hard and I’m sure your pussys have had enough for a while so I think a nice blow job to finish me off.” Paul positioned Judy and I kneeling on the bed, facing each other and told us to kiss. I leaned forward and kissed Judy open mouthed, my tongue searching for hers, my hands gently stroking her breasts. I felt Paul move on the bed then I felt his cock at the side of my mouth. Paul was standing to the side of us and had placed his cock at the same level as our mouths. I pulled my mouth back a little, still moving my tongue inside Judy’s mouth as Paul slid his cock between our lips. Paul started to move his cock back and forward, our tongues rubbing hard against it, occasionally flicking the head as it passed back to the side of our mouths.
I knew it wouldn’t take long and I was right. Paul started to hump our mouths faster then stopped, he took hold of his cock and pushed it into my mouth where he let me have the first blast of his cum, no sooner had it left his cock then he pushed it into Judy’s mouth, letting her have the next blast, then back to my mouth where he let me suck the rest of it from him. I rolled his balls gently in my hand as he came more than he has for a long time. After a minute he sat down heavily on the bed, “Shit that was good” Judy and I laughed with him then lay down on either side of him again, running our hands over his chest and stomach.

]]> http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/two-women/feed/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/at-his-pleasure/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/at-his-pleasure/#comments Sun, 11 May 2008 09:04:54 +0000 admin http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/at-his-pleasure/ It was the summer of 1685, and my father, Sir James Campion, had been imprisoned for his support of the Monmouth Rebellion. King Charles II’s illegitimate son, the Duke of Monmouth, had come back from exile to take the throne from his Catholic uncle, James II. He came with 4,000 supporters, Protestants all, who were opposed to the reign of a Catholic. The King’s army soundly defeated Monmouth and his followers at the Battle of Sedgemoor. Supporters of the Rebellion had been captured, rounded up, and imprisoned in the south west of England, my father among them. What made me fear even more for my father’s life was that Judge Jeffreys was making an example of the highborn rebels, of which my father was one.
My mother had immediately taken ill upon the news of my father’s capture, and so it was up to me to plead for his life. Without my mother or my father to oppose my rash actions, I took our carriage to the town where my father and many others of the Monmouth Rebellion were imprisoned. The town was in chaos. Many families of the doomed men had the same idea as I. Others were there as spectators to the traitors’ executions.
I was able to secure a small room at an inn near the center of town. If anyone thought it unusual for a young woman to be traveling on her own, none gave evidence of it. There were more important matters at hand.
I went down to the inn’s dining room to see if I could find one of the King’s soldiers to help me find out where my father was being held and when his trial would occur. A man seated by the door caught my attention immediately. He was familiar to me. As he had not yet noticed me, I studied him at leisure. It was obvious that he was tall; his long legs were stretched out before him and casually crossed at the ankles. He had thick, blond hair that grew back from his high forehead and an aquiline nose that gave him a patrician appearance. But it was his eyes that I remembered most; they were an icy blue and I recalled how they could light up, and then the ice turned to an almost blue flame. He had intrigued me the moment I met him in London during my season, but my mother and the other ladies chaperoning the balls and parties for the girls making their debut at Court had warned me away from him.
He was Lord Jago Trevellyn, and he had no interest in the young ladies for any honorable purpose, for he was not looking for a wife. He had been married some time before and already had his son and heir. His wife had conveniently died in childbirth, and he was able to carry on as he pleased. There were tales of debauchery and seduction connected to Lord Trevellyn, and all of the society mamas steered their girls far away from his notice.
He must have sensed he was being watched, for he looked up suddenly in my direction. The slow smile on his face told me that he recognized me. He stood up, unfolding his tall frame, and motioned me over to his table. The room was crowded and I had nowhere else to go, so I joined him.
“Miss Campion, I believe? What brings you to this madhouse at such a time as this?”
“I-I’ve come here looking for help.”
“Ah, of course, I heard that your father was one of the men involved. He’s imprisoned here?”
I could only nod my head miserably. I wondered at Lord Trevellyn’s presence here as well, and then remembered that his country estate was in the vicinity.
“Then he will be facing Judge Jeffreys. Not a happy prospect for a man such as your father. I remember we met under much more pleasant circumstances than this. It was the Rosslyn’s ball, was it not? I found you utterly enchanting, and then you disappeared.”
I felt myself blush. How could I tell him politely that after sharing a dance with him and some mild flirtation, I had been almost forcibly removed from the ballroom? His sardonic smile told me that he knew why I had disappeared, and he was finding my discomfort amusing.
“My mother wasn’t feeling well that night, and we had to leave early.”
“Poor lady. I was quite disappointed; I felt we were getting acquainted rather nicely, and I had hoped to continue our discourse.”
“I’m sorry, Lord Trevellyn, I’m not here to engage in social chatter. I must find a way to save my father.”
“You came here alone to do that?”
“Yes, my mother is distraught. There is no one else; I have money. I went to my father’s solicitors, and I brought a good deal of money with me. I hear this Judge Jeffreys can be bribed. Is that true?”
“Shhh… my dear girl, don’t let anyone hear you say that or you will soon be joining your father. I know Judge Jeffreys, and while he is amenable to certain monetary compensations, he is very discreet about it.”
“You know Judge Jeffreys?”
I was formulating a plan in my head, and the very sophisticated, very urbane Lord Trevellyn played a prominent role in this plan.
He nodded slowly. “Yes, I know him.”
“Could you…would you…?”
“My dear Miss Campion, I would be delighted to come to your aid in any way that I can. Let me make a few discreet inquiries, and I’ll let you know what I can do.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you. I can pay the judge, and I can pay you too.”
Lord Trevellyn laughed smoothly. “I can assure you, I don’t need your money. There are other forms of payment that I would be happy to receive in place of money.”
“Anything, Lord Trevellyn. I’m so grateful for your help.”
“Well, don’t hope for too much, Miss Campion, Clarissa, may I call you Clarissa? I quite feel as if we are conspirators together. I will do my best to help your father…to help you. I will return at six of the clock this evening to report my progress.”
“Thank you, Lord Trevellyn. I’ll be waiting.”
I watched him leave the room, and indeed he was a man among men. He stood taller than any man in the room, and he had such a regal bearing. I brushed aside the bothersome warnings that were lurking at the edges of my mind…”seducer, rake, reprobate…” These were the words I had heard in connection with Lord Trevellyn, but all I could think of was that he was my savior.
I returned to my room and waited impatiently for the dusk to steal across the sky. He was so commanding, so self-possessed; he instilled in me great confidence that he could do anything. I thought about the picture I must have presented to him today. When he had met me before I was turned out in all my finery – silk brocade ball gown, glittering jewels, hair dressed in a French fashion. I glanced at myself in the mirror. The dress I was wearing, although not my most becoming was at least the right color for me. It was a dark jade green that matched my eyes. My thick, dark hair was pulled back into a messy chignon at the nape of my neck. Curly tendrils were escaping about my face, and I looked years younger than my 19 years. I don’t know why I was thinking about my appearance at an important time like this; my father’s life was teetering at the edge of a deep and frightening precipice. Lord Trevellyn was that kind of man though, the type of man who made you wonder if your clothes were the latest fashion or if your hair was perfectly in place. Well, mine wasn’t and he still offered to help me.
Finally, the clock reached six, and I rushed down to the dining room to meet Lord Trevellyn. His countenance gave me no hint as to the success of his endeavor; he still gave me that slow smile when I entered the room and pulled out the chair opposite his. The dining room was still crowded and noisy and I had to lean in across the table to hear what he had to say.
“I’m sorry, Clarissa, I could not offer Judge Jeffreys money without putting myself in peril.”
My face must have showed my disappointment for he took my hand in his. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I clutched at his hand momentarily.
“No need to be so upset. I have another plan that I think will work marvelously.”
I brightened up considerably at this new hope.
“In fact, I was able to talk to Judge Jeffreys about your father, and he has already been moved to a private cell upon my recommendation.”
“He has? Thank you, Lord Trevellyn. Do you think he will be pardoned and released?”
“Please call me Jago. I do feel as if we are quite friendly now, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes I do. Please tell me. Is Judge Jeffreys going to spare my father?”
“Not quite so fast, Clarissa. He’s been moved to a private cell, and he will be released as early as the day after tomorrow if you do one small favor for me.”
I was puzzled. What favor could I possibly do for Lord Trevellyn? He had already refused money. I felt as if I would do anything for him at that moment if only he could help my father.
“Yes, I’ll do anything you ask.”
“That’s very accommodating of you, Clarissa. Your father will be released the day after tomorrow upon my recommendation to Judge Jeffreys if you agree to spend the night with me.”
For a moment, I thought I heard him incorrectly. What was he suggesting? He wanted me to spend the night with him in what manner?
“I-I don’t understand Lord Trevellyn. Spend the night with you?”
“Oh please, it’s Jago. Yes, spend the night with me. Sleep with me. Be my lover, be my mistress, be my slave for one whole evening and your father will go free.”
I stared at him in shocked silence. Surely he was joking. Then the words of my mother and others came back to me in full force. He was evil. His face seemed to change before me, and that blue light burned in his eyes again. Gone was the solicitous, kindly man who was helping me. In his place was a leering monster willing to barter with my father’s life for a night of…of…what? What did he want from me? I was a virgin; when our neighbor, Jeremy Lloyd, returned from his service in the King’s army in the Netherlands, we planned on getting betrothed. I had to refuse this despicable offer.
“How dare you. That I will not do. How could you in good conscience take advantage of my situation in this manner?”
“One problem with that statement, my dear Clarissa, I don’t have a ‘good conscience.’ Do you wish to see your father go to the gallows? I’ve already spoken to Judge Jeffreys; he is willing to pardon your father upon my word. Become my slave for the evening and your heart’s desire will be fulfilled, as will mine.”
“You are the most degenerate…”
“Oh? You have intimate knowledge of degenerates? My dear, you have no idea.”
As I continued to stare at him in disgust, my mind was working. One night, surely I could get through one night. No one need know about this. I was sure that even Lord Trevellyn wouldn’t want this to become public knowledge. One night and my father would be free. One night and my mother would recover. One night and I need not see Lord Trevellyn ever again. I had thought about being in this man’s arms once. When we had danced together, his touch sent a thrill throughout my body. What would it be like? It was called “a fate worse than death,” but apparently that wasn’t the case, since many women had willing chosen this fate before, and apparently many women had chosen this fate with Lord Trevellyn. But that was the difference; I was not choosing this, not really. He was coercing me in the most horrid, most lurid manner possible.
“Think about it Clarissa. If you refuse, your virtue will remain intact but your father will be dead. Is your virtue worth your father’s life?”
“My father’s life is worth more than anything.”
He brought my hand to his lips, and they felt as if they were scorching me.
“I see that you are intelligent as well as brave. I can’t tell you how much I admire you for coming here on your own to save your father’s life. I felt that such courage as that should be rewarded, and I am going to reward you twofold: by saving your father’s life and by giving you a night you will never forget. I’ll send my carriage around for you at seven of the clock tomorrow evening, and you shall stay with me until seven of the clock the following morning. Later that day your father will be released.”
I felt as if I couldn’t remain in his presence a moment longer, so I jumped up from the table and rushed back to my room. What had I done? What was I thinking? I couldn’t go through with this. When Jeremy and I wed, I would not be a virgin. Would he be able to tell? What did Lord Trevellyn mean, slave? I would have no will of my own. I would have to do his bidding in all things.
The following day passed more quickly than I thought possible. It was almost seven of the clock, and he would be sending his carriage to take me to his country estate. I had heard a little of Trevellyn Manor, of its opulence and its beautiful gardens. Lord Trevellyn was a man of great wealth and influence. Indeed he had been one of Charles II’s confidantes, and the King had turned a blind eye to the antics of his favorites at Court. I checked my appearance in the mirror; I didn’t know what he expected of me. I hadn’t brought any eveningwear with me. I was being ridiculous; I doubted if we would be dining together, and once again I was filled with apprehension as to what the night ahead held for me.
As the clock struck seven, I hurried downstairs. True to his word, Lord Trevellyn had sent his grand carriage to transport me to Trevellyn Manor. The coachman jumped down and helped me into the carriage. His expression gave nothing away; in fact, he didn’t even look at me as he handed me inside the carriage. Were exploits such as this common for Lord Trevellyn? Trevellyn Manor was some distance from the town, and at last we pulled into a tree-lined drive. When I alighted from the carriage, the Manor stood before me in great splendor; it was magnificent.
Lord Trevellyn himself greeted me at the door and ushered me into the great hall. There were suits of armor and swords and shields mounted on either side of the hall; a sweeping staircase rose to the left of the hall.
“I’m so glad you kept your promise, Clarissa. There are a few small rules I want to discuss with you before the night’s festivities begin. First, two of my servants will prepare you for me; you are not to speak to either one of them. They know the rules also, and any indiscretion on your part will be reported to me. They are very loyal servants. Next, you are to address me as ‘master’ for the remainder of the evening. Do you understand that?”
I nodded.
“That won’t do at all, Clarissa. When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me properly. Is that understood?”
I very nearly choked on the words. “Yes, master.”
“Very good. I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes on you at the Rosslyn’s ball. We could have enjoyed such a pleasurable evening if it weren’t for those meddling old women. I could tell you were enjoying my company as well. You are a woman of great passion and spirit; I cannot abide shrinking virgins. Now then, for the rest of the evening you will do my bidding. I will not tolerate any disobedience; a little hesitation on your part is to be expected, but you will comply in all things. Do you understand the rules, Clarissa?”
“Yes, master.” It was a little easier to get out this time. I could do this. Just then two women came through a side door into the hall. They were both obviously servants; one was past middle age with graying hair and a round jolly face. The other was younger, thin and plain featured and clearly in awe of Lord Trevellyn.
“Ah here are Mrs. Fisk and Molly now. Go with them, Clarissa, and I will see you shortly. Remember our rules.”
The servant named Mrs. Fisk took my arm to lead me up the staircase, and the younger one, Molly, followed behind. Did they know that I was here against my will? Well, not exactly against my will but manipulated into being here? I wasn’t to speak to them. Did they think I was here willingly to spend the night with Lord Trevellyn? I wanted them to understand the circumstances, but if I spoke they would tell him.
They led me into a beautiful room with thick red carpeting, a large four-poster bed with a red and gold brocade coverlet, heavy red drapes at the window, and a large fireplace covering almost one entire wall.
Mrs. Fisk spoke first. “Take off all your clothes, Miss.”
Oh God, I had to disrobe in front of these two servants?
“Milord doesn’t like to be kept waiting, Miss, so be quick about it.”
The younger girl stood in the background smirking. I wanted to slap her. Instead I took off all my clothes and Mrs. Fisk took them away from me. She then led me into an adjoining room with a hipbath already filled up with warm water. She ordered me to step into the tub and squat down in the water. There was lilac scented soap and Mrs. Fisk lathered it up and began washing me. I squirmed in discomfort as she touched all of the most private areas of my body. Molly had pitchers of warm water that she poured over my body to rinse me.
She poured the water between my breasts and laughed. “Lord Trevellyn will like her. She has big breasts and big nipples.”
I blushed scarlet to have my body discussed in such a manner. Mrs. Fisk didn’t reprimand her as I had hoped she would, so I guessed that she was allowed to treat me with disrespect too.
Mrs. Fisk and Molly both toweled me dry in front of the fire, and as Molly began combing out my long hair, Mrs. Fisk began rubbing scented lotion on my body. Despite my disgust at being handled in such a way, it was a pleasant feeling.
“Now then, Miss, lie down on the bed with your legs hanging over the side and your bottom at the edge of the bed.”
I hesitated momentarily. What were they going to do? I lay down as she instructed, and my eyes grew large as she approached me with a pair of scissors and a straight-edged razor, the type my father used to shave his face.
Molly laughed again. “Look, she thinks you’re going to do her harm, Mrs. Fisk. Oh don’t worry, Miss, milord has other plans for you this evening.”
I hated Molly. Then to my complete shock, Mrs. Fisk used the scissors to begin cutting my pubic hair. I cried out as she started, and she patted my leg and told me not to worry, that it wouldn’t hurt a bit. She then lathered up the scented soap again and spread the lather over my mound. Using the razor, she shaved me completely clean. I felt so exposed and humiliated, but she wasn’t done.
“Now bend your knees and then drop them to the side so that you’re spread open.”
I stared at her in utter dismay and consternation. Why was he subjecting me to this?
“Just do it, Miss, and it will go fast for you.” She didn’t seem unkind and I was grateful for that at least. I did as she told me feeling completely ashamed at the position I was in. She spread the lather between my legs on the very folds of my outer lips and down toward the crack in my bottom. She then expertly wielded the razor to scrape away the hair there. She asked for Molly’s help to prod me this way and that so she could get to all the hair, and I hated Molly’s fingers on me. It was clear that she was taking pleasure in my humiliation.
“Oh look, Mrs. Fisk, she’s enjoying this, isn’t she? You see her clit is growing bigger and her lips are all puffy.”
I didn’t know what she was talking about, but it was true. I had been feeling a pleasurable sensation when Mrs. Fisk started shaving me, and Molly started pulling the folds of my outer lips this way and that. But how did Molly know what I was feeling? Was my own body betraying me? Then to my complete horror, Molly flicked her finger at the little bud nestled in the fold of my lips.
“It’s getting bigger and harder.”
To further my degradation, Molly took my bud between her two fingertips and rolled it back and forth. Involuntarily my hips bucked forward wildly.
Mrs. Fisk finally spoke. “That’s enough now, Molly. That’s for milord’s pleasure, but we will of course report her response to him.”
Now Mrs. Fisk was the enemy too. When she finished shaving me, she rubbed some of the scented lotion all over the shaved area. Again, I couldn’t stop myself from pushing up against her hand. Molly seemed to take great delight in this, and I cursed my body for betraying me. This was just the beginning. How was I going to get through the rest of the night?

]]> http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/at-his-pleasure/feed/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/full-moon-tales-ch-01/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/full-moon-tales-ch-01/#comments Sun, 11 May 2008 05:05:17 +0000 admin http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/full-moon-tales-ch-01/ She was not at all what people thought. There were layers, myriads of layers that had yet to be uncovered. She had moods, numerous moods as changeable and fluid as quicksilver. Her kittenish smile could turn into a snarl in the blink of an eye.
Friends and acquaintances joked about werewolves, or were-somethings, but she knew; knew there was just something about a full moon. Something that got the blood pumping and the senses heightened. She swore that sometimes, she could smell a man a mile away.
She enjoyed men, enjoyed their differences. The broadness of their shoulders, the roughness of their stubble. There was always something that drew her. Sometimes it was their mind, sometimes a smile or just the way they moved.
This time, it was his eyes. A whiskey colored gaze that seemed to see too much. Added to a flexible mind and nimble hands, it was a combination she was weak to resist. As she’d never been one for self-control, she plotted and made a plan to get what she wanted.
She made her way into his home, unhindered by the locks. She’d learned many things in her varied life, and getting into a locked building was not a problem. She quickly made herself at home, poking through his things and generally giving in to her curiosity. However, she hadn’t come just to snoop. She’d had definite ideas of what she wanted.
She slipped off her innocuous black coat, revealing the deliberately provocative outfit she’d put together specifically for today. Slick vinyl boots encased her legs to mid thigh, emphasizing their length. An abbreviated black skirt, made of thin stretchy material ended just below her crotch, leaving inches of pale thigh bare between skirt hem and boot top. Up top, she was laced tightly into a full corset. It cinched her waist and pushed her breasts together so that they formed soft mounds above the lace edge. She loved the feel of being corseted, loved the way it immobilized her and left her breathless. Already, the skimpy lace panties she wore were soaked.
She draped her coat over a chair, leaving it in a prominent place so that he’d know someone was there when he came in. She didn’t want to give him a heart attack. At least not right away.
Then she went into his bedroom, and pulled up all the blinds to let in the moonlight. Tapping a finger against her ruby painted lips as she surveyed the room, she tried to determine the best way to display herself. She tried a number of positions before deciding. Lying on her back, legs splayed. On her stomach, knees bent and ankles crossed. On her knees, hands on her hips, head thrown back.
In the end, she chose to perch on the edge of the bed, knees bent, legs apart; her upper body propped up on her elbows. She settled into position just moments before she heard the locks rattle and the outside door open. His footsteps crossed the floor then paused.
She knew he’d spotted her coat. Her lips curved up when she heard his keys hit the floor. Then his footsteps slowly moving closer. He came through the doorway and stopped, staring at her. She felt a gush of moisture between her thighs as she met his heated gaze.
Silently, he approached and went to his knees between her legs. His hands grasped her ankles, his fingers caressing the glossy vinyl of her boots. She licked her lips and spread her legs further, her skirt ruching up to her hips. His gaze dropped to the vee between her thighs, barely covered by fragile lace. He lowered his head, pressing his face close to the lace.
His hands slid upwards, sliding over the sleek vinyl, passing over her bare thighs. One hand went between her legs, cupping her; while the other lifted to trace the top edge of the corset, fingertips brushing her breasts. What little breath she had shuddered out on a sigh. The hand at her pussy shifted, pressing against her. Closing her eyes, she hummed with pleasure then abruptly moved away, sliding her hips back on the bed.
She lifted her legs onto the bed and turned away from him, coming up on her hands and knees to crawl to the head of the bed, swaying her hips provocatively. Then she shot him a look over her shoulder. She knew exactly what she looked like this way, her waist cinched by the corset, her hips flaring into her ass as she crawled away from him.
He got to his feet, kicking off his shoes and coming around to the side of the bed. Reaching out, he skimmed a hand over her rump, dipping his fingers below to press against her. She kept her eyes on his even as he drew back his hand and slapped it against her rear, the impact making a dull thwack. She jerked at the blow, gasping even though she’d seen it coming. He smiled then, delivering another blow to the other side. Instinctively, her upper body dropped and she lifted her hips, offering herself to him.
“Slut.” He said softly, stepping back.
She smirked and waggled her hips. When he made no move to strike her again, or even touch her, she pouted at him and then rose up on her knees, keeping her back to him. Gripping the hem of her scant skirt, she tugged it down slowly. Teasingly sliding it over her hips, revealing her lower body inch by inch. Down her thighs, then she lifted her knees one at a time, pulling the skirt down her legs and off. Once it was free of her heels, she wadded it up and tossed it at him.
He deftly caught it, sniffed it and then let the skirt drop. “You smell like a bitch in heat.”
Letting out a laugh, she turned to face him. She spread her legs a little, exhibiting to him how little the tiny lace triangle covered. Skimming her hand over the front of the corset and down between her legs, she dipped her fingers beneath the lace and inside herself. Then she reached out, pressing her moistened fingers against his lips.
His lips parted and she slid her fingers into his mouth. He sucked on her fingers, drawing them deep into his mouth to taste her fluids. When he released her fingers, his hand shot out to grip the back of her neck, yanking her close and pressing his lips to hers with bruising intensity. He thrust his tongue into her mouth.
She could taste herself on him. She reached out and fisted her hands in his shirt. His mouth was crushed to hers, his tongue tangling with her own. Then his hands were at the top edge of her corset and he grasped it, pulling the top down to expose her breasts.
He handled them roughly, gripping the soft globes in his hands and kneading them, pausing to pinch her nipples cruelly. She cried out, whether in pain or pleasure she couldn’t say.
“Whore.” He whispered against her lips. “You like that don’t you?”
She tugged at his shirt, and he released her breasts long enough for her to pull it over his head and toss it aside. Then he was touching her again, squeezing her breasts, his palms pressing against her hard nipples.
He dipped his head, capturing her mouth again, and then one of his hands was delving between her legs, pulling the lace panties aside to thrust two fingers deep inside her hot canal.
While his fingers thrust inside her, she struggled to remain upright, the feelings were so intense. Her eyes closed and she heard him undo his belt and heard the zip of his jeans; but was so enthralled by his fingers deep, so impossibly deep, she didn’t register it until he pulled his hand away.
She whimpered and opened her eyes.
He was naked now, his cock hard and thrusting out proudly from his belly. As she gazed at it, a drop of pre-come oozed from the tip.
“Suck me.” He growled.
She hesitated briefly, her attention focused totally on his engorged member.
Then his hand was on the back of her neck once more, fingers tangling in her hair as he forcefully guided her mouth to his erection. The head of his shaft bumped against her chin and then her lips. Perversely, she kept her mouth shut.
“Do it.” He ordered harshly. “Now, bitch.”
That had been what she was waiting for. She opened her mouth and took him in, allowing him to force her head down until his cock hit the back of her throat. He guided her in an insistent rhythm, thrusting in and out; fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy. Every so often, he would withdraw almost completely before thrusting deep into her throat once more. Each time he did this, she would use her tongue on him, swirling it around the head, and lapping at him.
Suddenly, he shoved her away from him with a snarl. She fell back onto the bed, limbs splayed. He stood motionless, eyes closed. Breathing deep to regain control. When he opened his eyes again and met her gaze, she cocked an eyebrow at him.
He climbed onto the bed, looming over her. “Tramp.” He pressed a hand to her chest, pushing her down. Tearing the fragile panties away, he slid his fingers deep inside her vagina once more. Two, then three fingers stretched her, filling her. Her hips bucked against his hand and pleasure spiraled through her.
His hand moved from her chest to wrap around her throat. She let out a low moan as his fingers glided into her. She was soaking wet, her juices flowing around his hand, dripping into the crevice of her ass. He lowered his head, bringing his mouth to her pussy flicking at her swollen clit with his tongue. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth, hard enough to make her cry out.
Her hands clutched at him, her nails raking down his chest. He released her throat and she watched as he wrapped his fist around himself, stroking his pole with quick jerks.
Eyes glazed with lust, he withdrew his fingers and grasped her thighs spreading her legs wide. He moved closer, his rampant arousal brushing against her sensitive flesh.
“Is this what you want, slut?” He goaded. “You want me to fuck you?”
She could only moan inarticulately. She wanted him inside of her with a desperation that bordered on insanity. He teased her, his grip on her legs strong and sure. Brushing the head of his cock against her labia, he rocked his hips, stroking up and down her slit.
She closed her eyes, moaning. He pressed against her legs with his hands, forcing her knees back toward her chest, opening her and exposing her pussy to him fully.
She was vulnerable to him, spread and wanting. He continued stroking his flesh against hers, almost entering her but not quite.
“Say it.” He ground out.
Her eyes fluttered open and focused on his face. He positioned the tip of his cock against her dripping hole.
“Say it, whore.”
She licked her lips, every nerve in her body straining with need. “Please.” She whispered.
“Not good enough.” He told her. “You have to say it.”
Her hands wrapped around his forearms, her nails digging into his skin. “Please.” She gasped. “Please fuck me.”
He rammed his hard cock into her in one quick move. He filled her deep, his erection stretching her bordering on pain.
“Please… please, please.” She begged.
He began to move, his strokes swift and brutal, beating into her pussy. She panted in time with his movements, crying out every time he thrust home.
“Bitch. Slut. Whore.” He snarled insults at her as he hammered into her flesh. His balls slapped against her ass in rhythm to his maneuvers.
She could feel it rising up within her, a hunger, a need, her blood rushing in her veins.
She pushed at his arms, forcing his grip from her thighs. She then gripped his shoulders, pulling his body down on top of hers, and then rolling with him so that she was now straddling him.
She braced her hands on his chest, her fingers kneading his muscles as she rode him. Her head thrown back, she circled her hips, gripping him with vaginal muscles.
His hands went to her hips, guiding her movements, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a rictus grin.
She moved with abandon, lifting herself up with her legs only to slam herself down on him repeatedly. Her breath came in shrieks as her orgasm approached.
He reached down with one hand and fingered her clit, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.
She came with a cry, her hips jerking wildly, and collapsed on him. He continued thrusting, his hips lifting off the bed as he fucked her, the hand on her hip sliding around to slip into the crack of her ass. Her probed her anus with one finger, then suddenly slid it into the tight opening.
She gasped, bucking against him. His pace increased, and he impaled her one last time, his cock deep within her pussy as he came. He groaned, emptying his seed within her in hot spurts. This triggered another climax for her, and she sobbed, orgasming again as her slid his finger in and out of her ass.
In the aftermath, his hand was caressing her back in long soothing strokes. She sighed and stretched against him. Turning her head, she darted her tongue out to lap at the sweat on his throat, gently pulling his skin between her teeth.
Outside, the perfect globe of the full moon dropped in the sky.

]]> http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/11/full-moon-tales-ch-01/feed/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/10/spice-up-your-life-ch-01-04/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/10/spice-up-your-life-ch-01-04/#comments Sun, 11 May 2008 01:04:42 +0000 admin http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/10/spice-up-your-life-ch-01-04/ Part 1
Will was standing towards the back of a large crowd which had gathered outside the Fidelio Theatre House, a venue which had recently been converted to a decent sized live music venue. He only lived a couple of streets away and was hurrying home, attempting to beat the cold November weather. He couldn’t remember who was supposed to be playing tonight, but it looked pretty popular.
Apologising he squeezed through to the front of the crowd, hoping he could find a way through and over the street. He hardly had time to get his bearings, only noticing there was a gap in the security fencing just in front of him, when the crowd gasped and moved forward. Will was thrust through the gap into the midst of a large security team. Everyone was taken by surprise, not least Will, who just caught the words “Quick, grab him, we need some fun” before he was collared from behind and dragged along with the entourage.
He was being roughly led towards a shining silver bus by a burly security man in the usual trappings. Just ahead of them, where the knot of security was tightest he could make out the backs of several female heads.
“Not the…” he half gasped. About to complain to the man, he stopped and decided to see what would happen. What did he have to lose anyway?
Will had recognised the group correctly, it was the Spice Girls who had been playing the Fidelio, and Will had been persuaded to go on by their apparent desire to involve him in their ‘fun’. Whatever that would be he was sure it couldn’t be bad. Just thinking that to himself was causing stirring in his trousers.
He was led up the steps of the bus, through the front section where the security team had halted and shown through a door into the rear.
Part 2
His eyes only just managed to remain in their sockets at the sight that greeted him. Here were Victoria, Emma, Geri and Melanie all laying back on a giant bed strewn with pillows, exhausted from their performance but still managing to giggle at the guy ogling them in the corner.
“Where is…” Will started, but was interrupted by Geri
“Oh don’t worry about her, Mel isn’t feeling very well, but you don’t need to concern yourself with that. It’s the rest of us that need a bit of your TLC.”
“I need a lot” said the blonde haired Emma, her eyes glittering as she smiled sweetly at Will.
“Well, ok”, said Will, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
“Hey, don’t be afraid, just come and sit over here”, Victoria, in a long black skirt split down one side from the waist, beckoned him over. She had crossed her legs, the skirt leaving little to the imagination. Will walked over and sat down, the bed accepting him with soft reassurances. Victoria took his hand and placed it on her thigh.
“There, that’s better”, she said as a tingling ran down his spine. Her thigh felt firm and strong, she would be a good fuck. Slowly he started moving his hand up and down. Victoria threw her head back and let out a long sigh.
In the meantime Geri had come over and was kneeling down in front of him, a hungry look in her eyes. She was wearing a very tight, short cut dress, styled in a Union Jack and covered in sparkling sequins. Her breasts were heaving out of the top, and he caught a glimpse of her panties as her legs stretched apart. Her hands came up and found his zipper, tugging it down and parting his trousers. Her hands were nimble and assured as she slipped his trousers down, followed quickly by his boxer shorts.
“Yummy, looks like you have got a present for me” she exclaimed, her lips parted ready to accept his dick.
It had sprung up as soon as its restraints had been removed, and not a minute too soon. Now Will grasped it and guided it into Geri’s mouth. Immediately she started bobbing up and down, her lips sliding along the shaft. Inside her mouth, the tongue was wrapped around the shaft like a snake and it felt fantastic.
As Geri’s motions become firmer, he sharpened his grip on Victoria’s thigh and pushed harder. She was now lying back on the bed, her hand disappearing under the dress searching out her warm pussy. Her sighs were becoming more pronounced, and her chest, with her delicate breasts, was heaving up and down in time with Wills movement.
On the opposite side of the bed, Emma and Mel were also having fun. The blonde’s lacy pink panties were around her ankles as she leaned back on the bed. Mel’s head was buried between her nubile legs, her sharp pink tongue was at her pussy, teasing and stroking the soft pink skin with its tip. Emma’s eyes were closed, a look of ecstasy on her face. Mel’s leopard skin covered ass was up in the air, swaying gently.
Geri was extremely good at blowjob’s it would seem, and Will was quickly approaching his first climax of the night. Before it could happen he pulled away, his dick, shiny with Geri’s saliva, came out of her mouth and stood proudly in the air.
Geri sat back breathing heavily. From a small drawer in the cabinet next to the bed she found a new condom and took it out of the packet. Placing it in the opening of her mouth, she once again took his dick and slid her mouth over it. As she went down on his dick the condom was stretched out. After a couple of strokes she let his dick out again, now entombed in its plastic cocoon.
With his dick free Will turned over onto Victoria. He sat astride her, his legs either side of her hips. Gently he slid her dress up, exposing her bare pussy. With a deft moment he slid is dick inside her and gently pressed down. He leaned into her, his hands coming down to her face, pushing a strand of hair out of her eye. His hips gently came down to meet hers, all seven inches of meat being allowed into the folds of her body. His lips met hers and they kissed passionately, her tongue finding out every corner of his mouth, just as his dick was penetrating her vagina. As she relaxed, his movements become more assertive – his hands clutching her sides as he pushed hard into her. Wills head was now buried in her neck breathing in her bodily aroma which reminded of him of fresh alpine air. Evidently he was touching the right spots as she was emitting a grunting.
This lasted a couple of minutes, until Victoria sent them rolling over, the hot woman now kneeling astride Will. As soon as she was in this position she started riding up and down hard and fast. Her hands were running through her jet black hair and her face had a look of intensity on it. Will was startled by her sudden ferocity but he quickly recovered and started leaning into her thrusts. His hands found the straps of her dress, pulling them down to free her tits. About the size of tennis balls, there was ample breast to get his hands around. He fondled them as she rode him hard, his dick sliding in and out in a blur of motion.
Her next move was to spin round, his dick momentarily in the air as she swapped her legs, now sitting astride him but facing away. Towards him her cute ass was exposed in all its firm glory. Again she sat down on his cock, forcing it up her vagina
“Geri, come and suck me whilst I ride him”, she said.
Geri, who had been pleasuring herself on the floor, joined them on the bed, leaning into Victoria’s pussy as Will fucked her. Geri’s ever nimble tongue joined the melee, stabbing at Victoria’s pussy, sliding past Wills cock. Victoria was in absolute ecstasy, now content to allow Will to do all the movements she leant back making sure as much of her pussy was available to Geri.
Victoria’s hips shook as the first orgasm tore through her body. Her fingers found the juices rolling out of her body, rubbing it into her breasts. A second orgasm came as Will upped the pace. He was close, and as the moment approached he fucked her harder and harder, his dick pushing further and further into the inviting cavity. With a suddenness he came, his dick exploded inside her, and he fell back to the bed with a groan.
Victoria raised herself off him and turned to help Geri take off the condom. Both of the women now sucked at his dick, trying to get as much of his sticky cum as possible.
A few moments passed as Wills heart stopped racing and his breathing returned to normal. He needed to fuck again but knew he needed a couple of minutes to recover, and then his body kicked in with its own objection.
“That was incredible” said Will, “but I really need to pee, sorry”
“It’s right through there…we’ll be waiting” Geri replied, her mouth sticky with his cum.
Part 3
When he returned through the door from the bathroom a figure sprang up at him. It was Emma and she looked hot. Grabbing her round the waist, he spun her round and gently backed her into the door to the bathroom. She was extremely light, but her figure felt really good between his arms. He was already stiff and ready to go as her legs came up around him. Shifting his arms he caught the underside of her thighs and raised her up so that his dick was teasing her pussy. Their lips met and they kissed long and hard, his dick softly touching her pussy without sliding in. Their embrace lasted almost a minute, her eyes staring into his, revealing depths of feeling and showing a brimming desire for him that he could only oblige by satisfying her craving. As their lips parted his hips thrust upwards drilling his dick sharply into her
“Oh yeah!” she screamed, her head pushed backwards so he could kiss the soft curves of her throat and neck. “That’s it! That’s it! Oh fuck me hard” she was panting already as he thrust up again and again, pushing into her body.
Now her legs were wrapped around him, freeing his hands to explore her tits and ass. Both felt amazingly good, her tits large and supple, ass athletically firm. She was wearing a tight fitting pale blue dress that enhanced her figure very well, but his hands found the zipper and pulled it down. Below it she was wearing a pink lace brassiere that cupped her bosom together giving some great cleavage. Will buried his head in its lovely curves as he continued to fuck her up against the door.
Groping around her back, he found the clasp and unhooked her bra. It came away releasing her tits.
She came three times before he was ready to blow. Her orgasms accompanied by great contractions in her body and screaming that shook the room and worried the windows. She was really feeling the heat of their fuck and it was driving Will crazy.
He mercilessly fucked her now, pressing into her, forcing her body to ride the door as much as she was riding him. His hands squeezed her breasts and he found his fingers exploring her ass as he searched for more ways to give her the high of her life.
Just as he was about to come he withdrew his dick and let her go, she dropped to her knees almost immediately and so he showered her face with his cum. It dripped down her chin and onto her breasts but she didn’t care. She just knelt there exhausted.
Part 4
Will was now high on adrenaline and he was already looking to get his next fix. The bootylicious ass of Mel B was beckoning to him. He climbed on to the bed and crawled over to where she was licking out Geri’s pussy.
“Excuse me, I hope you don’t mind if I just feel you up”
His hands caressed her thighs and long arching back, her skin hot and sweaty after her exertations. She pulled away from Geri so that she was backing into Will; she was evidently ready for some of his meat. Will was all too happy to give her some and so he leant back and gently removed her leopard skin panties. She definitely had the best ass of the four. It was firm and shapely and ready for a good seeing to.
First of all he was going to give her pussy a rocking. His shaft was already firm and newly protected as he slid it in to her tight pussy. He gasped, she felt so tight and good. He grasped her hips to get some leverage and started thrusting in to her. Her tight pussy wrapped around his cock as well as Geri’s lips had done earlier. The side of the coach he was facing had an enormous mirror. Looking into it he could see Mel and the expression of utter pleasure on her face. Her tits were swaying with the force he was generating. Reaching down he grabbed them and started fondling them. Like her ass, her breasts were firm and full of feeling.
It was time to move up, her pussy felt great but he wanted to try out that ass. Pulling out his dick he gently inserted it into her asshole. His hips again started grinding forward, pushing a little further in each time until he had the whole thing in. It felt fantastic and Mel was already making orgasmic groans. Once fully in he started thrusting harder and harder with greater pace. By now Mel had her face buried in the bed spread, her hands clutching tightly at folds of the material.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her up so that he could feel her body. She leaned back into him so that his dick pressed hard against her insides as it moved rhythmically up and down. His hands went down and found her pussy. Fingering her caused even more shocks to run through her body. With his other hand he gently massaged her breasts, stroked her stomach and explored her neck. Again she came, a burst of hot liquid showering his fingers as he stretched and stroked her pussy. She fell forward back into the warm embrace of the bed.
Will stroked harder and deeper until he felt the pressure building up inside. Again he pulled out just in time to rip off the condom and shower the beautiful arch of Mel’s back with his cum. Mel lay there panting, her eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her lips.

]]> http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/10/spice-up-your-life-ch-01-04/feed/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/10/amish-fun/ http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/10/amish-fun/#comments Sat, 10 May 2008 21:05:22 +0000 admin http://www.naacpnvf.org/2008/05/10/amish-fun/ I’m Michele, a 19 year old cross dresser. I enjoy going for long drives out in the country side. Sometimes I would pass farms where there were young Amish men would be working. On hot days the men would take off their shirts as the toiled in the fields. I almost wrecked on a number of occasions staring at them and wondering what it would be like to have one of them.
So feeling adventurous I decided to play out my fantasy. I bought one of those black bonnet hats that the female amish wear, black nylon knee high socks, and a pair of old fashioned black boots. The boots had stiletto spiked heels, I want to be a slutty little amish girl.
I packed it in a bag and headed out to the country. My cock grew hard from excitement as I drove up and saw the men in the field. There was a dirt road just past the field. I turned onto it and parked my car. In the car I applied my makeup and lipstick (I know amish don’t wear this, but I told you I’m a slut). Then I grabbed my bag and headed into the woods above the men.
I reached an area where I could spy on them, but they could not see me. I laid out a blanket that I brought then removed my clothes, except for the black nylons. I then put on my bonnet then sat down and put on my boots. I kept looking to make sure the men didn’t see me. Now in my outfit I spread my legs and began to play with my hard on as I fantasized about having one of those sweaty young men.
Suddenly I heard a twig snap behind me. I turned quickly towards the sound. There stood to amish boys, they looked to be about 18 or 19. I almost got up and ran, but they had their hands rubbing over the bulges between their legs. “Jacob he has the urge too”, the one said to the other. I smiled and said, “I won’t bite..unless you want me to”.
The boys stepped out of the brush and stripped. They were covered in sweat and dirt from working in the hot Summer day. Jacob, the larger one, in more than just height, of the two knelt beside my face put his one hand behind my head and eased my face to his cock that he was holding. “Take me bitch”, he ordered me. I opened my lips and put his thick rod into my mouth then closing my eyes I began to move my head back and forth. The smell and the salty taste of sweat on his dick excited me. The other one knelt between my legs wrapped his arms around my thighs and began to lick up and down on the shaft of my cock.
“Aaahhh..Joshua, this bitch sucks better than thee”, Jacob groaned as I milked his pole. The he ordered Joshua, “Prepare this one for mating”. Joshua sucked on the middle finger of his right hand then slid it between my ass cheeks. I sighed slightly as I felt his finger enter my tight brown puckered hole. He then steadily finger fucked my ass as I continued to suck Jacob.
Jacob then growled, “Is it ready?”. Joshua eagerly responded, “Yes the bitch is prepared for mounting”. Jacob withdrew his spit covered cock from my mouth and commanded Joshua, “Turn the bitch over”. Joshua grabbed my legs and rolled me onto my stomach as Jacob stood then knelt behind me. “Get on your knees harlot”, he demanded. This was better than my original fantasy. I reviled in being abused by two strong amish studs.
Joshua sat in front of me and spread his legs and stroked his cock. Jacob put his one hand on the small of my back and with the other guided his cock into my ass. “Oooooooooo”, I moaned as his meat filled my butt. He then put his hands on my hips and began to fuck me. “Yes bitch..take it..take it all”, he hissed as I sang out in pleasure, “Oh..oh..oh..”.
“Suck me..suck me”, Joshua with a crazed look on his face ordered me to do. As I lowered my head he forced it down onto his cock. Hungrily I sucked his dick as Jacob fucked me.
The boys grunted loudly in unison, “ugh..ugh..ugh..” as they enjoyed this slut. Their bodies soaking in sweat as the used me for their play toy. Jacob then exclaimed, “Joshua..I feel my release about to come upon me..ugh..ugh..uuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh”. As I felt his hot cum spurting deep inside me I let out a muffled cry of pleasure.
Then Joshua suddenly let out a groan as I felt his dick twitch and shot spurts of cum in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some dribbled out of my mouth and ran down my chin.
Jacob pulled his spent cock out of my ass and stood. “Joshua lets us get back before the elders miss us”, he said. Joshua stood and I was able to put one arm down and reach between my legs for my cock. The boys dressed as I laid there on my knees and jacked off. “That’s it bitch..let us see you pleasure yourself”, Jacob said. I rolled over onto my back and stroked myself till I cried out and white streams shoot up and splashed down onto m