In chapter 01, Sara vividly recalls the cum-soaked farewell party given to her by her crewmates, as she embarked on her probe ship mission.nnSlipping back to the reality of the tiny probe-ship, Sara found a damp patch on her skin-tight flightsuit, where she had been rubbing herself through the material. Burning with desire, her previous horny state only aggravated by the memories of her last orgy, Sara stripped out of her suit, and lay back naked on the pilot's couch. Her fingers found her clit, and a sigh escaped her lips as the direct pleasure of her own skin hit her. nnSara's eyes closed, her head fell back and her mouth hung open, as her fingers began to move in small rapid circles over her clit, feverishly working her towards the release she so desperately craved. It came upon her in under a minute, her pussy clamping down on a non-existent cock, the waves of pleasure rolling over her, her juices flowing liberally out of her pussy, where they ran down between her legs and onto the warm soft fabric of the couch. Sara's fingers slowed their assault on her pleasure button, but kept up enough pressure that the aftershocks continued for as long as she could stand it. nnSitting up a few minutes later, Sara found she still ached for sexual gratification, her pussy craved a hot rod of man-meat, and a good dousing of jism. Opening the personal storage compartment under her seat, she pulled out the purchase she had made just before embarking. Breaking the seal on the packaging she extracted her new 'RealDick5000' the latest in dildo technology. nnSara had read about this in a netzine, and had decided it would go some way to mitigating her enforced celibacy. Packed with technology, the fake phallus she held in her hand could be programmed to almost any shape or size, along with a huge range of motion. The feature that had most attracted Sara however, was the incredibly lifelike feel, along with the large hanging balls, that on command could pump out a sizable quantity of fake manjuice. nnHolding her semi-erect substitute dick at the base, Sara couldn't resist popping the head of it into her mouth, just like she would with a real man. To her surprise, it felt and tasted exactly as it should, and as she began to lick and suck on it, the computer wizardry caused it to stiffen and enlarge, until she had a fully erect, throbbing 6-inch male organ in her grasp. Sara knew she could program the RealDick5000 to be almost any size she wanted, but hadn't read the manual yet, and was far too horny to stop now. As far as she was concerned, right now this was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. nnLaying back on her couch, Sara rubbed the head of the dildo over her pussy, still wet from her earlier activity, and now growing wetter by the second. The already warm cock in her hand grew perceptibly hotter, and pre-cum began to ooze from the end. A tiny part of Sara's brain told her she had gotten her credit's worth with this one.

We lay in bed, our legs entwined. My left hand lightly stroking the soft skin of her back. I bent my head forward and softly kissed her forehead as she calmly slept. I could feel the soft velvet skin of our breasts pressed deliciously together and the slick wet folds of her pussy resting on my upper thigh. I listened to the rhythmic sighs of her breathing and felt her warm breath as it caressed my cheeks. A smile of bliss spread across my face as my right hand ran lovingly through her silky auburn hair. My left hand danced slowly down her back and then ran up the gentle flair of her full round hips. My lips moved forward to kiss her pert little nose and then the full softness of her upper lip. Her lips parted as she slept and I pressed mine to her in a soft wet kiss. Outside a cold February wind roared past the window as we lay under a heavy down comforter wrapped in sweet bliss.nnNever before had I felt so alive, so complete, and so at one with myself. I wanted to caress her entire body, to run my hands over her tantalizingly soft skin, but instead I lay there in her sweet embrace. I wanted to kiss and suckle her big beautiful breast and to drink from the fountain of her soft folds, but instead I lay next to my sleeping beauty and enjoyed the serenity of the moment.nnI had been lying here since the early hours of the morning drifting in and out of a semiconscious state unable attain a deep sleep because of the flood of emotions running through my body. I had made love to a woman for the very first time and it was the single most satisfying moment of my 28 years.nnWe had met at work, where I was the employee and she the wealthy customer. My boss's instructions were to keep her happy because her accounts meant a lot to the company. Everyday she came into the bank to take care of her finances, and everyday she waited for my window to clear. She was always so friendly and her warm smile sent chills through my body. I had never experienced a conscious attraction to another woman but I found myself drawn to her.

It was great to get your letter. Turn me on a bit? A BIT? Talk about an understatement. I have to tell you, Jessica, that I really enjoyed it a LOT. It did more for me than anything I've read for ages. Just what it did, well, that's another story. Maybe some other time, but let's just say that it really hit the spot.nnAnd now I suppose it's my turn. Your description of your first time really did the trick for me and so I hope you don't mind if I follow your example. You asked me not to mind if you were being a bit literary at times, and so I hope you'll return the compliment now. This is a story which begins a long time before it really starts. Don't worry, you'll see what I mean.nnIt was during my first year at university. I was nineteen, studying French in London. One day I'd been to Camden Market and was waiting for a bus into town, when I noticed someone in the same queue, a woman with black hair in a long coat, probably in her late 'twenties, who looked really familiar but who I couldn't place. It bugged me, because I've normally got a good memory for faces, but try as I might I couldn't remember where I knew her from. She must've noticed me looking at her in a puzzled sort of way, because she kept darting glances at me as well and frowning to herself when she looked away.nnWell, when the bus came we both took it. The woman was in front of me in the queue and so she got on before me.

Continued from part 3.nnAuthors Note: I want to thank my new friend, Barb, for her excellent suggestions and help with grammar and punctuation. She's made this a better chapter.nn*nnUp to now, I had spent the entire evening creating an atmosphere of suspense, excitement, mystery and sexual tension for Jan. I wanted her to know what was going to happen, but have enough surprises in store for her so that she could never tell what was going to happen next. nnDuring our time in her bedroom, I was methodical in trying to embarrass her, but in a way that gave her an excuse ??“ a way to say she wasn't in control and therefore, couldn't change the events that occurred. I played up to her fantasy of being exposed and touched. I did a lot of things to expose her and to touch her in a way that was completely new, and it excited her so much to do these things with the full knowledge and permission of her husband. nnWhen we moved downstairs where Kenny was waiting for us, I continued the same approach. Slowly building the tension, getting closer and closer to the point where she knew things were going to happen. I enjoyed building her anticipation of the inevitable that was to come. My goal was to raise her sexual arousal and get her to say and do things she wouldn't normally say. And if I don't mind saying so myself, I had brought her to the edge of her level of comfort and held her there all night. nnIt was time, though. All the preliminaries had been completed, she had been prepared and dressed. Her frame of mind was where it needed to be and she was ready ??“ ready for the real thing. I still wasn't sure if it was the spanking she was interested in, or just the sexually charged situation the spanking would create. It didn't matter, we were here and it was time for Jan to be spanked. nnEverything we talked about was about to start. Even though I had tried to prepare her for what was to follow, I was sure that the events of the next hour were going to hold a plethora of feelings for her.

The waves rippled in the sand on the other side of the wall from the bench. There is no motion as I stare out across the light reflecting across the bay. Except the light rippling noise, all appears still and quiet. There was nothing to the left or to the right of the bench. Sitting quietly on a Sunday evening and wishing that I could be your only dream.nnWeeks had passed since the last vivid dream of Anita. It felt so real and yet felt so distant. Here I sit on this bench again and relive the thoughts. It is a bit strange this feeling within, much like the feeling on one's tongue after licking a battery. I foolishly did that as a kid. If you haven't done that, don't bother it isn't all that good. nnMonths had gone by since the first meeting with Anita. There have been friendships and feelings, but none like that exchanged between us in that brief moment of time. Memories of licking Anita to floods of pleasure much like the shining ocean crashing before me now. nnThe weather had been very warm the past week and it was about to change quickly. A typical band of thunderstorms were forecasted for this evening that would change the temperature significantly in the next few hours. I lay down on the bench and looked up at the sky and saw the stars above. A few planes circled on the way to the airport further down the coast. I closed my eyes.nnI naturally drifted off to sleep.

Kevin Parsons was a son who loved his mother deeply. He hated his abusive father just as deeply. The man was a bully and a drunk.nnThe young son often heard his mother's cries and his father's yelling. He would peek in and see her on knees begging not to punisher any more. Often Rachel Parsons' body would sport bruises and cuts from their 'lovemaking'.nnMany nights the loving son would try to muffle his mother's cries with a pillow. It would fail and he would weep feeling so helpless. Many times after such beating he would go to his mother and comfort her. The wounds would be treated. The young son often expressed hatred toward the abusive parent. nnRachel knew her son wanted his father gone. The few times he tried to champion his mother were unsuccessful. Unfortunately, Kevin was just too small to do anything to stop the mean-spirited father. The efforts would leave him beaten severely. The mother's agony would increase with the sight of the bloodied child. nnIt broke the young son's heart to see his mother in a huddled quavering mass crying. The pain would multiply with the view of her child being so beaten. They would hug together in a fearful crying ball of quivering flesh.nnWhat really puzzled the young lad was why did his father treat his mother so cruelly?

I woke up early. around 6 AM and looked over to my left to find the love of my life, Mari, still asleep on her side, with her back towards me. She was exhausted when she got in at about 2:30 in the morning. She stayed awake just long enough to give me a hug and a kiss, shed her scrubs and collapse into the bed. I rolled over onto my left side put my arm around her waste and curled up against her. I loved waking up next to Mari and just lying there and spooning with her. As a matter of fact we both enjoyed it so much that on the days I had to go to work and she didn't I would purposely set my alarm for a half an hour before I had to get up just so that we could spoon. nnAs I lay there, holding Mari, I started kissing and nibbling her neck. She began to stir a little and moaned ever so softly as she pushed herself against me. I now had a raging hard on, but I couldn't bring myself to attack her. Knowing that she had gotten so little sleep, I was content to lie there with my arm around her and enjoy the closeness that we shared. About an hour later I carefully slid out of the bed, trying not to disturb her, and went into the kitchen to make some coffee.nnCoffee in hand I headed for the living room and sat down to watch the formula one practice on TV. I figured that this would keep me occupied until about 9 AM, and then I would go out and cut some fresh flowers, put them in a vase, and make breakfast. Then I would surprise Mari with breakfast in bed along with the fresh cut flowers. After my second cup of coffee I had to take a leak, so I headed for the bathroom. nnWhen I was done I didn't flush the toilet, since the bathroom was right next to the bedroom and I didn't want to wake Mari. As I exited the bathroom and started to creep past the bedroom door I thought I heard a noise, so I paused at the door and listened. Sure enough I heard it again, it sounded like someone was moaning. Then it hit me.

Esmeralda was celebrating her 70ies birthday. She was a fun-loving and still very vivid woman. Esmeralda had been attracted to women all her life but had also always been a bit shy. So there had not been a lot sexual relationships in her life. In the last years she had discovered the internet for getting to know new women and having fun with sexy e-mails.nnEsmeralda was about 1,62 m (about 5f 4i) tall and was not slim at all. One could call her ???chubby???. She had quite curvy hips and very voluptuous thighs and arse. Her face was also chubby and round and therefore still quite lovely. She had full, red lips and white teeth. Her brunette hair was cut quite short. Due to her figure also her breasts were not small at all. In spite of her age, her skin did not have a lot of wrinkles, which was a benefit of her chubby body. She did really take care of herself and tried to stay in shape. nnShe had been looking forward to her birthday celebrations. She had invited all her friends and on a separate evening her two best friends, Joan and Barbara, had wanted an evening reserved. So Esmeralda had willingly invited them.nnEsmeralda had prepared some food and some tasty wine, but when she asked her friends to sit down, Joan said:nn???We will not stay long, Esmeralda. We just wanted to bring you our present. A special present.