E101: Somethings blue
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Posted:Aug 31, 2019 9:22 pm
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2019 11:25 am
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Similarly, Donald knows that Emma likes the anal sex, her longing for plug up in her seems be a regular thing now. So like Emma with her strapon for Donald happening every several weeks, more regularly, Emma will enter the bathroom see the enema bag set for her.
Each times delight runs through her knowing what this is going lead .
Sometimes Donald will come in help her. Then it would be at least bagfuls filling her abdomen so completely that Emma feels like she will soon explode. But during those times, as she lays over Donald’s lap and feels his hand rubbing her back while the other massages her slit and clitoris makes her relax and wait the time in bliss he allows her release.
During the times when she does it for herself, she bends over the counter and stands that way for fifteen minutes before releasing. And then usually repeats the procedure once more.
Today Donald is helping her. It is the second time they have done this since they returned from their trip. The last few days, she has been sitting on her plug while eating and wearing one when she was attending meetings or conducting other business. This stretching of her always thrills her awaiting the final joy.
Donald is very through today, making sure full bags of salted water flush up in her. He holds her in position over his lap for almost a half-hour. By about fifteen minutes she begins squirm some. That results with her cheeks being spanked a few times as she is told to hold still.
The feeling of Emma’s cunt being rubbed while feeling the sting of the spanks sends needles of pleasure running through her.
Donald takes almost hours complete his cleansing using bags. He doesn’t tell Emma the other motive for doing so. He knows with everything of her body, in an empty state she will weigh a pound or less, and with all her exercise the last few weeks he knows she will be down over the pounds that worried her so.
share the joy with her, he stands her on the scale after she is finished and he weighs her, moving the weights across the bar, then bringing them back balance. Taking his time doing this as he enjoys her now red ass wiggling in front of him. Emma is elated. She knows she lost some of the weight, but Donald will weigh her every few days, so she is never sure.
She has lost pounds.
She twirls and hugs and kisses him in her excitement. Donald slaps her ass once more and tells her head the bedroom get dressed.
There he dresses her in light blue panties, a scanty bra of the color, and then slips a dress of the over her. He walks the ‘special drawers’ of her dresser and brings a blue leather leash which he clips her pearl necklace.
Emma knows in this situation what the leash means and is now on her knees immediately. Donald tugs at the leash, and she follows him crawling into the living room.
Now while Donald does have his office, with all that it is in it, Emma has never been allowed enter. Instead these days, he often sits with his laptop working at end of the dining room table which came from Emma’s family home.
Making Emma kneel next him as he works does arouse him so, especially after a while when she lays her head on his thigh remind him she is his faithful pet.
Emma is submitting herself this role so much since their return. She is not sure why it feels so right do so, but if Donald wants her just kneel by his leg as he works, she loves the closeness him and will not complain.
It is a bit interesting Emma that she has never seen his office. And why he prefers work here now. But whatever, that is his space, and she does now have free run of his house. No, she realizes that from Donald’s generosity, it is ‘their’ house now.
As he works, from time time, Donald does down on his pet. The wonderful view of her almost exposed tits in her low-cut dress is rather arousing. He so wants fuck her that way right now, but knows, letting her squirm with the waiting for what is come is so much better for her, and she does get such pleasure from the being held at bay for a while.
This goes on for most the afternoon, but when his pet lays her head on his lap, and he feels her breath fluttering over his cock, even through his pants, it affects him, and he begins get so hard.
He knows she is doing it on purpose, let him know she is ready and waiting. Emma, while accepting the subservient role, has been controlling thing how she wants them lately. He realizes she is topping him from the bottom, being the in charge of everything that happens. How she pressed for the additional exercise session, yes she had another motive too, but he knows how much she does enjoy their fun in the basement.
Perhaps, just a bit, it is time to teach her that she is not the makes the rules.
Donald finishes what he is working on and then pulls on Emma’s leash make her stand. “Emma, bend over the table,” Donald tells her. She does as he asks, thinking he is going do some finger ass like he at the kitchen table.
She is surprised instead that after he flips her dress up over her back and pulls her pants her knees, he stands the left of her, raises his hand and brings it down spank first cheek after another.
Emma cries in surprise of this.
“Emma, you are beginning push things a little too much to have your way it seems lately, and perhaps you need a bit of a reminder about your proper place,” Donald tells her as he rhythmically spanks her cheeks.
Tears form in her eyes partly from the sting of each slap, but more from his admonishment of her.
After several minutes of spanking Emma with his hand, he warns her not to move a muscle, and he steps away. Emma hears him go down the hall to the bedroom and then return.
Now Donald does not feel Emma needs that much punishment. In his mind her taking some control or steering events, is an enjoyable minor offense. But seeing her cheeks becoming so rosy red and thinking about soon ass fucking her watching her pink orbs bounce before him is just too enticing of an idea not to bring it to a conclusion.
Emma does not move from the spot he leaves her in, though her ass is quivering from the stinging. When Donald walks back in the room, seeing her butt wiggling trying to shake off the pricking feeling on her cheeks makes him smile.
He walks back up to her, put his hand on the small of her back to hold her and rubs the hairbrush over and over her cheeks, so Emma knows what is going to happen.
Emma whimpers and apologizes and promises not to misbehave in any way from now on.
Donald tells her to spread her legs more and to hold still. The brush is raised and comes down on her right cheek. Quickly followed by a blow to her left. Back and forth, Donald goes all of Emma’s cheeks, and upper thighs are nicely reddened.
Donald picks up Emma’s leash and spanks her times more on each cheek with the leather handle of the leash which she jumps as they her. He tells Emma stand with her panties still around her knees, her dress does fall down over her warmed ass. He places the handle of the leash in Emma’s mouth, tells her go clean her of the smeared makeup from crying, get undressed, and be in position for him on the bed.
“You have fifteen minutes,” Donald tells her. He hasn’t given her time limits for completing things in a long time. Emma hurries comply with his wishes.
She cleans and refreshes her makeup, undresses and kneels on her knees and arms on the bed, her legs spread and the leash handle still in her mouth. She is in position within minutes, but then she has wait.
She so wants rub her stinging ass, but she doesn’t dare. And what is taking Donald so long? Twenty- minutes have passed since he sent her the room. She twitches a bit from her itching, burning, ass but stays in position. She realizes he is making her wait as an additional piece of her punishment.
Finally about forty minutes later, Donald comes and stands at the end of the bed undress. Emma’s cheeks are fading some, but still, have a nice pink glow them.
Donald sees that Emma has placed a condom and the lube at the end of the bed for him, she is a good subservient for the most part he smiles himself.
He takes the leash from her mouth and pulls it down her stomach between her legs and hooks the handle over his hard cock. The pull of the leash rubs it against her slit and clit, arousing them in the process.
Donald puts the rubber on, squirts some lube on the tip, and a bit along Emma’s crack. He climbs up behind her spread legs and rubs the lube up and down her and some into her hole to prepare her.
He rubs her pink cheeks and slaps them lightly a of times, then spreads them and presses his glans up into her ass hole. She resists a bit when he hits her outer sphincter, but as he rubs her back some telling her to relax, Emma does, and he is able to press past the inner sphincter and well up into her.
Her sigh of contentment from the finally happening after the build-up all day tells it all. He pushes in and out of her over and over, going in a little further each stroke. He feels Emma’s anus already beginning to throb against his shaft.
Each time Donald pulls away a bit, the leash tightens across her slit. She moans each time from the sensation. After a bit, he reaches her, pushes the leash the side, and begins rub her clit with his thumb and press fingers up into her vagina to pump against the wall to her rectum to add to the intensity of this act.
Emma goes wild. Her back arches, and she wails as the full impact crashes over her. Donald does not let up at all, rather continues pound her and finger her a second, and then third hard climax before himself releasing. He feels the condom fill with cum. He slows the pace final stillness and then pulls of Emma.
She gives a final gasp as the leash once again pulls against her. Donald takes the handle from his cock, reaches and unclips the leash from her collar.
Emma falls on the bed in a state of wonderment. Donald leans and kisses the back of her neck before going the bathroom get rid of the condom and clean himself a little.
Back on the bed with Emma, Donald pulls her him as she mumbles over and over that she will be better behave and not try direct how things go. Donald chuckles, kisses her head, and tells her she is wonderful how she is, and he does like how she quietly exhorts herself at times.
Yes, the autumn for them passes nicely.
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E100: Somethings borrowed
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Posted:Aug 30, 2019 10:46 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 2:2 am
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During the fall, Donald’s obsession with Emma’s feet and toes seem to grow. Often when they sit on the couch reading or watching a show, he will have her lean against the pillow at one end of the couch, with her feet on his lap. Totally content, Donald massages her feet for hours. From time to time, lifting one to suck on each toe and lick her soles. He finds himself spending more and more of this time with her big toes in his mouth, sucking contently as he runs his tongue between her nail and flesh.
After an afternoon of such play, Donald discovers himself longing for something more. He tells Emma to prepare herself as he gives himself a thorough enema. Emma now is coming to know this need of Donald’s every month or so. It is an interesting game that they play, and now it seems a part of their on-going schedule.
She goes to the closet in the smaller bedroom where they play this out always. There Donald has stored her "suits" to wear. He bought some different ones for the fall, but the one for today will be rather different in a way.
It is a replica of his old school uniform. He also has one for himself, which he plans to wear today. Donald’s need to repeat what he went through back so many years ago seems to be a repeating need of his.
He explained to her a week before that with her it seemed like a safe and controlled place where he can, for a short while, satisfy this strange longing he has to keep repeating what happened back then. Then, he hated it and thought he would never want to experience anything like it ever. But as he grows to know Emma, and her capabilities, her doing this for him seems to turn the nightmare into a pleasant dream.
Emma puts on the special strapon Donald had bought for her to wear after the first time. It is dual headed, and nice, smaller cock to slide up in her, which the base laid nicely in her slit, rubbing against her clit. The larger prick at attention for use on Donald.
She dresses in the white button-down shirt, with the school tie. The boxers, dark pants and belt, finishing with the blue blazer with the school’s emblem on the pocket. She goes to the nightstand by the bed and takes two condoms out and places them in the center of the bed. She then goes and sits at the desk with a book opened. As she waits, she does read some of it. There are several books of erotic stories Donald has put in here for her to enjoy while she is waiting for him to finish preparing.
A few minutes later, there is a timid knock on the door. She calls out, “Come in.”
Donald enters wearing an identical school uniform. His hair is slicked back as it is still a bit wet from the shower he must have just taken.
She turns in the chair and grins at him. “I see you can follow instructions. As I told you at dinner, it is time for you to be reminded of your place here,” Emma says in a gravelly voice.
“Yes, sir, I understand. I am here for your enjoyment, for any whim you might have,” Donald replies in a weak voice.
“I am glad you are coming to learn what is expected of you. It has been a while, and I do feel a need. You will have to serve for me as we are not allowed to leave the campus during the week. Otherwise, I would be enjoying some girl in town, but you will have to be my bitch for tonight,” Donald’s tormentor from his youth tells him.
Donald feels like he is back in the Prefect’s dorm room about to be forced to submit himself to this brute. Shivers run through his body as he realizes that doing this now with Emma playing the role does arouse him so. He feels his cock already hardening and pressing against his fly for release.
Emma notices too and decides to add that to the story they are weaving between them.
“So, you say you don’t like my attention to you, but I see you are rather eager for our play to begin,” the Prefect tells young Donald who blushes deeply at this comment.
“Come here,” the Head Boy commands him as he turns his chair to face the bed.
Donald goes and stands right in front of his now master. He knows what he has to do. He has been taught well about what is expected. He lowers himself on his knees between the perfects legs. Donald can see the outline of his large, hard, cock in front of his face.
Donald gulps, this is the beginning of his submission to his tormentor. He lifts his hands and unbuckles the perfect’s belt. Then unbuttons his pant. Donald feels the trembles running through him as he lifts his index finger and thumb to pull the fly down.
Now the worst part. Donald must reach in and pull the cock and balls out through the boxers slit. Standing hard in front of his face, Donald sighs as he feels the hand on the back of his head, pressing him forward to take the glans into his mouth.
He does as directed. The strapon is so lifelike. The material soft and pliable making it feel like he is taking a real glans, including that slit, into his mouth.
Like he played with Emma’s toe, he slides his tongue back and forth over the slit which allows him to press in just a bit. His hands are on the base of the shaft, squeezing it up and down as he begins to suck more and more in.
The hand on the back of his head presses more of the prick into his mouth. Donald gags a little but allows more and more to push in now at the back of his throat.
“Suck it good, cadet, make me nice and hard for you. Show me how much you want this,” Donald’s captain tells him.
The softness of the cock in his mouth does feel so real life. It was an excellent purchase, and Emma is playing the role so well for him. Donald feels himself wetting his trousers with precum already.
Emma makes him suck on her for almost twenty minutes, helping Donald to get in the headspace for what is to come. Donald enjoys how Emma changes things and the timing every time they do this, so he is unsure when and what will come next. Finally, she tells him to stand up and get the rubbers. As he turns to do so, he feels hands come around his waist to rub his hard cock through his pants. Donald knows the wet spot has been felt. Donald is bent forward some as he reaches for the condoms on the bed. As he feels the hands on him, he freezes in this position to wait for what is to come.
The hands lift up and undo his pants. He knows what will soon happen as he feels first his pants being lowered to his ankles, then followed by his underwear.
“Step out of your pants I want you to be spread wide,” he is told. Donald does as he feels himself blushing when the hands reach back to his cock and stroke it, seeing how hard he is, and the cream which has already spilled from him.
“Hand me one of the condoms, you are already starting to make a mess,” Donald is told.
He reaches back to hand one of the condoms to his nemesis. He hears the package being open and then feels the hands on him again as they roll the condom up his shaft to cover him. To keep him from "making a mess" as they both know he will cum before this is over.
The Prefect stands behind him now, and Donald knows what is happening as pants and underwear are also lowered and stepped out of.
Donald is made to turn around and put the condom on his master’s cock. Holding the phallic in his hand, so hard and ready for him, he runs the condom up the massive shaft. As he does, his tormenter squeezes his balls a little and mocks him some. The tips of their covered glans rub against each other like dogs rubbing noses in greeting.
Donald is turned around now, and his back is pressed down on the bed. His ass raised, his legs spread wide, he feels the approach up between his legs, the cock head rubbing up and down his crack.
Then he feels the lubricant being dripped on him, around his hole and some up in him. There is something new that is added which Donald did not expect. He feels a lube launcher being pressed up in his asshole and a stream of lube squirted in his rectum.
He hides his head in his arms, awaiting what will probably be a long and hard onslaught.
Donald braces himself as he feels the glans of the cock against his asshole, just beginning to press into to him. Oh, this is the moment when he knows he is the Perfect’s complete and total ass slut. And somehow now, rather than hating what is coming, he finds himself so aroused to have this done to him.
Emma knows that Donald is in his own zone, she is aware of what is going through his mind. She wonders a little if she might have gone a bit too far adding the surprise of the launcher, but she does want him well-oiled for this, and from his reaction of trembling so when it is inserted she is sure he is enjoying it immensely.
Emma presses her cock farther in Donald, now a good three inches in, with five more possible. “Beg me to fuck you, cadet. Let me know you really want me fully,” she says in a gruff voice.
Donald panting cannot believe she is making him say this, but it is turning into the best fantasy play at this game they ever did. “Yes Sir, Master, please, oh please, fuck me like I deserve to be fucked,” he cries.
Emma moves her hands to the sides of Donald’s head to brace herself to push in farther, but she does move one hand to caress his face. “Yes, you are my good little subservient, you are beginning to know your place and enjoy our special time together, aren’t you?” the Prefect comments.
Donald whines, in reply, “Yes, Sir.”
Emma presses in on the next thrust three more inches. She bounces in and out of Donald’s ass as he moans and trembles.
Should she press all of this cock up in him? Can Donald handle it? Is he in a good space right now? Emma wonders all these things as the game plays on.
“Do you want all of me, cadet?” the Head barks at Donald. It adds to this whole situation and fantasy that the Prefect, his Master, never does use Donald’s name. He is like a non-entity, just there, bent over, for the Prefect’s pleasure.
“Please, sir, more cock please,” Donald spills out. He is so in this place. In reality, he knows what is going on, and it is Emma doing all she can to fill this strange need of his which keeps arising. But, he is in the place, in his old Head’s room, submitting himself, now fully and willingly. Never would such responses have escaped his lips then, but now, the ass pounding he is having fills him completely.
Donald knows he is on the brink of cumming. Emma can sense this too as she rams the strapon into him fully. Donald lets out a cry experiencing all of this toy so up in him. He feels the soft balls banging against the back of his balls.
The thumping on his balls does make him explode. The condom is filled, he worries that some might even seep out.
Emma, knowing from the shaking of Donald’s body as she thrusts over and over into him that he has come. She continues her attack for just a minute or two more, then pulls out of him. Donald collapses on the bed, fully and completely spent.
“Cadet, dress and get out of here, until next time. You have serviced me well tonight,” the Prefect tells him as he gathers his pants and goes to the bathroom.
Donald totally exhausted from this experience picks up his pants and underwear from the floor. The filled condom is hanging from his flaccid cock, ready to drop off. He carefully takes it off. Ties the end and lays it on the desk for his ideal Prefect to find. A token of gratitude for what has transpired.
He doesn’t want to, but knowing it is all part of this game, he puts his underwear and pants back on and goes to his bedroom to undress from this costume.
As he hangs this outfit in his closet, which is mostly empty now, all his daily clothes have been moved to their bedroom, he shudders some as he thinks about how well Emma can take the dominate role when needed to give him the experiences he so finds himself wanting.
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E099: Somethings new
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Posted:Jul 31, 2019 4:11 pm
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2019 11:57 am
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A week later, Donald gets to delve into his shopping fetish. He spends time every day previewing the new fashions of the seasons on different websites. Then moving to his favorite shopping sites to choose items he wants to include in his cart for consideration. He works his way through his different classifications of clothes: the lingerie, the outfits, the apparel. The only thing he has not yet shopped for is the suits for his and Emma’s special nights. But that will come.
Emma is being so docile and agreeable to all his desires these days. Donald is basking in the attention and subservience. But, the more complacent Emma becomes, accepting everything Donald dictates to her, the more he finds himself wanting to pleasure her as much as he can.
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And this new fixation on Emma’s feet and toes have carried him away some. Come Friday, when she gets her usual mani/pedi he tells the tech to just buff and preen her toes, but not to put any polish on. Emma is a bit surprised after months of them being pampered, but she is starting to wonder about Donald’s new interest in her feet.
When he more or less rushes them through their trimming with Sasha and leave without any of their playtime, Emma is more and more curious.
Donald tries to act nonchalant about it all, but Emma sees him visibly shaking some as they get into the car to drive home.
She knows he has been paying a lot of attention to her feet the last few days, which has been in a strange way to her very erotic. But Donald has not expressed himself at all to explain this new interest.
When they get home, Donald quickly undresses them both and leads Emma to the living room couch where he has her sit. He sits on the coffee table facing her, his knees between her spread legs. He has a wonderful view of her cunt to peek at from time to time when he allows his concentration to waver.
But right now, he has something else on his mind. He lifts Emma’s right foot up on his knee and then bring out a small box from the table. Emma is curious where this has come from as she has never seen it before.
When Donald opens the box, she sees it has several bottles of polish, toe separators and other implements for pedicures. She smiles a bit, wondering where this is going.
Donald first lifts her foot to his lips and sucks on each toe from the smallest to the big toe as he massages her soles and ankles. After the treatment earlier at the spa, this just adds to the relaxation Emma feels. After fully enjoying the delights Emma’s toes now offer Donald, he takes a wet wipe and cleans her foot. Then lifts her left foot and does the same.
Then he puts the toe separators on to spread them a bit. Donald picks up two or three different bottles of polish, deciding which he wants to use. Settling on one finally he opens it and takes the brush .
Emma is amazed how skillful he is applying the polish starting her toe, working his way up the toes to the main one. She knows Donald never goes into anything half-heartedly but is curious how he learned to apply the polish so well.
Her curiosity gets the better of her, and Emma asks Donald about this. He turns a little red and sheepishly tells her, “I practiced some on my own feet. Luckily I could get all the polish off before you got home.”
On hearing this, the tinkling of Emma’s laughter fills the room.
Donald does an excellent and professional job painting her toenails. He feels himself hardening with each swipe of the brush. When all have polish on them, he lifts the foot some and just blows against each toe to help the polish dry. The soft wafting on her toes does stir Emma, and she feels herself begin to get wet.
Donald completes this same ritual with her other foot. Then back for the second coat on all. Holding both her feet, Emma’s soles pressed against the sides of his standing cock he just blows and fans her feet for almost a half-hour to make sure the polish is all dry.
Emma admires his handiwork and tells him it looks as good, or better than what the spa does. Donald looks pumped up from the praise. For the last time, he takes each foot in turn in his mouth for a final sucking, spending extra time on each big toe and the slit between the nail and flesh.
Both are and ready for satisfaction by the time Donald has finished, so he moves over to the couch, pulls Emma on his lap facing away from him. His legs are up on the coffee table, and he moves hers to be on top his. He lifts her to slide onto his aching cock, and as he rocks and rocks her to both of their climaxes, he enjoys seeing her newly polished toes dancing up and down on his legs with each new thrust up in her.
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Early the next week Donald has completed his preliminary shopping. Now is the time to seriously choose which outfits to purchase, and Emma needs to be a part of this. After both being out during the day at the college and meetings, when they get home, Donald helps Emma undress completely, and she gazes at him as he does the same. He leads her to the dining room table, where he has a laptop set up.
Taking her on his lap, his starting to harden cock between her legs, resting in her slit, he opens the first of the clothes sites for Emma to see what he wants to for her. Emma is flabbergasted. All the clothes Donald already has for her is mind-boggling, more clothes than she probably had in her lifetime. And now, this whole new wardrobe. She can’t fully take it in.
As Donald shows her over forty outfits, dresses, for the most part, telling her to pick her favorites to order. She is overwhelmed.
“Donald, they are all lovely, but why so many new things. The dresses you have already gotten me are barely five months old,” Emma laments to him.
“Emma, I want you to always perfect for every season. Please just indulge , I like doing this and seeing you in new outfits,” Donald replies.
“But the closet is overflowing already,” Emma counters.
“Don’t worry, most of the last seasons will be given away to make room for your fall outfits,” Donald assures her.
And then Emma begins to comprehend. If this is important to Donald. And, if the clothes, hardly worn, are going to a good cause. She will accept this quirk that Donald seems to need. And to be honest, all of the outfits he has been dressing her in do make her feel so different than the bland wardrobe she wore until meeting this man of her dreams.
As Donald begins the fashion show on the laptop, seeing these wonderful possibilities before her, Emma does begin to drip for some reason. ‘Is she now a clothes ,’ she wonders.
But her wetness against Donald’s shaft lying next to her slit does wonders for him too. And the realization that Emma is getting excited over the clothes too. His cock grows more and more until it is a hard rod lying in Emma’s crotch. The glans touching her clit, the balls settling so close to her vag.
They continue the shopping show as both let out sighs feeling each other so close. This wanting to consummate the act, but both knowing they want to hold this feeling for as long as they can. So they review the outfits.
As Donald clicks on each dress in the cart, he gauges whether to keep it or not on the throbs he feels against his shaft from Emma’s cunt. Dresses she seems to like makes her clench and unclench unconsciously. Ones that she does not care for, get no reaction. She comments on each, and even says some she does not react to are nice. Donald only cares for her sexual response to each, so even if she says he likes one if he does not feel the pulsing against his hard shaft, he deletes it from the cart.
Donald’s analytical researcher mind stores this reaction to shopping away for further study. Is there a noticeable sexual reaction to outfits individuals are drawn to? Do women feel something inside them when they see the ‘perfect’ outfit? Do they feel their bodies reacting in such situations?
By the time they get to the lingerie, Donald’s prick is well oiled from Emma’s juices now flowing so readily from her. He turns her on his lap to the computer screen and lifts her up and down on his quivering cock. They will continue this part of the shopping spree with him up deep inside her.
Emma sighs with pleasure as she feels Donald’s hard shaft up where it is always supposed to be. As she looks the skimpy panties and bras, she continues to contract against him in a mixture of enjoying him up in her, and the display of underwear clicking by in front of her.
Both are taking longer to go through this selection as Emma lifts and lowers herself on Donald over and over. The longing to reach the illustrious height they both know so well is taking over their concentration.
As the last set of undies are displayed, Emma shouts out, “Yes, yes, yes!” Her body shaking as tremors run through her, the sides of her vagina squeeze tight against Donald’s cock as she milks the of him as she submits to the climax overwhelming her.
Together they both feel electrical shockwave run through them as they cascade over the mighty falls of total completion. Emma holds on to the table to support herself, and Donald, who is leaning against her back, his mouth just her ear, breathing deeply, trying to catch his breath again.
When both have calmed, they lean back in the chair, Donald still up in her as she now gently throbs against him in post-coitus satisfaction.
Donald is able to place the order whispering in Emma’s ear in between licking it, that everything should be here for her fall wardrobe before the autumn equinox.
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At the beginning of October, Emma hears from her realtor. Her house has been sold.
For an amazing , more than she had even listed it for. It seems there had been a bidding war between three parties all wanting the house. All the time and Emma had spent having it painted and cleaned to a lighter, airier feel off nicely it seems.
After over a month of them bidding the price up over and over, the victor emerged when the others dropped back from anteing up.
Emma now has a nice fortune between what has been sold at the auction house, which has finally finished; the hundred dollar she had found and the ones she has been for added value; and now the house. And she hasn’t really started her ’s jewelry yet to bring in that additional income.
Emma tries to give some of the to Donald, but he refuses. He tells her to put it all into her accounts and investments and spend the , or give it away. Whatever way she wants. His income and investments are enough for them to live; however, they fancy.
So, Emma visits the bank once again. Grace, the assistant greets her and chats with her when she arrives, and then the bank president trying to draw her visit as long as he can as he lusts over the transformed Emma who he would so like to be able to care for and cherish.
He knows he will never have a chance with her. He has seen how she looks that Dr. Ryan in such a way to know she is fully taken by another. But he will do all he can in the small capacity she allows him, caring for her investments and savings.
They decide where the should be placed to get the best return on her . As of now, just the income from the return is a nice annual income for her, but she hardly touches it, so it continues to grow and multiple.
When he tells her the current value of her accounts, Emma immediately writes substantial checks to her church, the community library, the local food pantry, and soup kitchen, and to other worthy groups desperate for funds.
The president watches as she writes check after check with no concern about how much she is giving away. He makes sure all of the paperwork is completed properly for her taxes. He knows her balance will not be hurt much by these generous , but it is fascinating seeing such dollar be given.
And as the president watches Emma distribute these funds, leaning into his desk to write the check, he lets himself fantasize over what he can’t have in real life.
He can see her cleavage as she leans forward, her low cut dress does just give a peek at her lace bra. He imagines standing and walking in front of Emma in the leather chair. Reaching behind her and unzipping her dress, so it falls down her arms and lays at her waist. He trembles at the sight of seeing her lovely breasts heaving in her bra. She wants him as much as he needs her.
She looks up into his eyes and puts her arms around his neck to pull him down to her to kiss him. Oh, the sweetness of her kiss. He wants it to go on and on. As they continue to kiss, he reaches behind her and unhooks her bra and moves her arms from his neck to draws the bra off her to lay in her lap mingled with the top of her dress.
Her magnificent orbs on full display for him. Emma areolas are a rosy pink against her tan skin. He is enthralled seeing her breast nice and tan too. From the fleeting glimpse, he has had the president had come to imagine her being tan all over now.
Emma nipples are so hard and perking at him, showing him how ready and willing she is for him.
He imagines his cock, which is hard now in his pants, being brought to lay between her breasts. Emma reaches her hands to squeeze her boobs against his hard-throbbing prick entombing it within this lovely cavern.
He feels himself pumping himself there, lifting his head to peek the top as his balls brush against the bottom of her tits. Over and over.
Then he runs his hand down Emma’s stomach, inside her dress, searching, searching. He finds the top of her panties and slides his fingers inside the elastic to get to the prize awaiting him.
He runs over her mons, how clipped and short she is, he takes a moment to wander over the soft tufts of hair there. Then his middle finger presses against the top of her slit. Such sticky wetness greets him.
He slides so easily down the inch to Emma’s clitoris and begins to circle in spreading her wetness over it to add to the commotion he is giving her. She breathes harder and harder, her bottom twisting and squirming trying to feel more of the pressure of his touch on her as she holds her boobs in place as he fucks her breast.
“Can you make sure all of these are mailed to the different organizations?” Emma says as she writes the last entry into her checkbook, bringing the bank president back of his fantasy to the reality in front of him.
His cock is so hard in his pants, and luckily, Emma brought him back to the present reality when she did. A moment more and he would have exploded in his trousers.
He assures her they will be mailed today, and as she stands to leave, he just half stands stretching his hand to shake hers across his desk. He does not dare to stand more, or all would be revealed.
Emma shakes his hand and leaves. Smiling to herself as she does. She had seen the blank expression on the president’s as she wrote the checks, and knew he was in his own space. She can imagine what was happening there for him. She remembers the online with him months ago and what he had revealed, so her visit today must have offered him some mental enjoyment at least.
She wonders if Donald dressed her purposely today in this low-cut dress knowing the reaction it would have on the bank president. She would not be surprised if Donald had. But she will not ask.
Back in his office, the president quickly shuts and locks his office door, and then moves to stand in front of his desk, leaning a little on it in front of the chair Emma has just vacated. He opens his pants and takes his still throbbing cock from it. Imagining her in front of him, he jerks himself hard until he comes, squirting all over the leather chair as if his is covering Emma’s breasts and stomach.
It takes him several minutes to come down from the . He quickly gets some tissues, cleans off the chair and goes and opens his office door.
‘Grace, make sure the cleaning people wipe down all the chairs in here good tonight,” the bank president tells his assistant.
Grace, knowing what would go on in the president’s office, just smiles as she says she will leave them a note to do it every other night.
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Since their visit to New York, and that special store, Emma now and then goes to their site to study more and more of the toys and treats they have to offer. It is expanding her horizons of what all there is to add to play. She has put a few things in a wishlist but does not yet have the courage to purchase.
But one day she sees something different, and it stirs something in her. She reads all the details about it, how to use them, and what is included. Emma giggles with delight as she adds this to her cart to purchase now.
Emma smiling hits the order button. When she first started viewing the site, she had been so bold as to add all the information for shipping and charge . Her confirmation tells her it will all be here in a couple of days. She shivers in anticipation and hopes that Donald will enjoy. Finding new things to arouse him does seem to be her main focus these days.
Two days later, the package arrives, and she hurries to get it from the door and scurries to the bedroom to prepare. She throws two large towels over the bed to cover it. She opens the box and takes the things , placing them on the bed. She strips completely and then calls to Donald, asking if he is free the moment.
Donald has been working in his office all morning, stopping only for a quick lunch with Emma. He heard her moving around a bit ago as he is finishing up his work. He knows she opened the front door a bit ago and then go down the hall to the bedroom.
His day has been productive, so he welcomes whatever interlude Emma is now suggesting.
He calls back he will be right there, saves his work, and closes his computer.
He walks into the bedroom and is delighted to see a fully naked Emma standing before him. She does have her pearl necklace on which is such a part of her now, a wonderful reminder for both of them of the road they have traveled together to this moment in time.
He sees the towels on the bed behind her, and his eyebrows raise a bit until he sees what is also laying on the bed. The one box says it contains an edible, glow-in-the-dark paint kit, and the other is a set of washable magic makers. What has Emma come up with now?
He laughs as he undresses dropping his clothes on the floor where he stands, and then moves to take Emma in his arms to kiss her.
It is always so satisfying when they stand like this, so close together, her breast rubbing just his nipples, her cunt, so wet pressed against his cock. Even when he is not yet hard, feeling her juices against him starts his manhood to grow.
“So, my minx, what do you have here? What do you have planned for us?” Donald asks her as he kisses her hair.
Emma chuckles as they drop to the bed. Sitting cross-legged facing each other, they open the box of paints. They each pick up a brush and one of the pots of paint. They begin to decorate each other’s arms, neck, chests, and stomach. Switching colors now and then to add to the artwork.
The feel of the brushes stroking against them lightly is poignant. Then Donald tells Emma to lean back, he spreads her legs over his knees, and with a very serious and determined on his , he begins to paint flowers all over her mons, down the crease in her legs and over her thighs.
Emma is becoming a work of art. She closes her eyes to just feel the sensation of the brush against her skin.
Then she feels something different. Donald has taken the markers in hand and adding delicate features to his paintwork.
He spreads her labia, and she feels the pen against her clit, circling and marking it. She opens her eyes just a bit to see if she can tell what color Donald is using.
Then the paintbrush is back coloring her labia. When Donald is finished, he tells her to lay with her legs spread. He gets off the bed for a minute and then is back with his phone in his hand.
Emma looks at him questioningly, and he tells her just to spread her arms too, he wants to get a picture of the canvas he has just created. Emma does as told, spreads her arms and legs, closes her eyes again as she smiles, and can tell the flash is going off several times.
Finished, Emma sit up and takes the phone from him and tells Donald to lay back as it is his turn now. She does want to see the artwork Donald has done on her, but first, she wants to create a masterpiece on him too.
She paints around his nipples and down his chest and stomach in abstract figures and designs. Donald realizes the pleasure of feeling the paint covered brush run over his body. It does send shivers through him.
When she paints up and down his shaft, and then covers his balls with the paint, it is provoking. After using the markers on his thighs, making sure he is tattoo-covered, Emma takes Donald’s phone and snaps pictures of his painted body now.
Then she tosses the phone aside for them to enjoy the pictures later.
She turns off the lights, and with the heavy drapes, the room is engulfed in darkness. Except for the glow of the paint on each of them. The phone is brought back , and pictures of drawing dancing in the dark on each of them are taken to see later.
Now, Emma wants to taste this edible paint. She kisses Donald deeply and then begins to run her tongue down over the artwork following the lines she has just painted. The paint has a fruity taste to it, but the enjoyment of investigating Donald’s body with her mouth is what is the true enjoyment.
Donald realizing what she is doing and loving the sensation of her tongue running over him wants to be in the game too. He flips Emma on her back and begins to devour his artwork too.
Back and forth, they toss and turn, taking turns to enjoy removing the paint now. Working down over each other’s nipples, chest, and stomach. Then on both legs, saving the best of the banquet for the last course.
And then they are both at that final platter. Donald twists around, so they are lying side by side in the sixty- position. Both just breathing heavily as they catch their breaths for the final indulgence.
Donald licks around Emma’s mons and creases, making her moan for him to get to the inner treat. Emma is just licking his glans lightly to start, cleaning away the paint there completely. Then up and down Donald’s shaft before taking it fully into her mouth to suck away her artwork.
Donald has worked his way to her colored labia and sucks on each in turn to clean them. Then spreads them so he can fully concentrate on her painted clit. The wonderful feeling rushing through Emma as he does erase his artistry from earlier.
Donald’s balls are not forgotten either. Emma takes one at a time into her mouth to suck and clean. They feel so filled right now. Rushing fluid to his hard cock, which bounces against her forehead as she sucks away.
Both are at that pinnacle point when release is immediately needed. It is stirring how quickly Donald flips himself around as he rolls Emma on her stomach and lifts her ass up. He barely wets himself with her juices before ramming into her vagina, up in her deep. Hitting the entrance to her cervix.
Emma shouts out in ecstasy, feeling Donald in her. She throbs against him with unabashed lust. This coupling does not last all that long due to the wonderful buildup to this moment. Donald bangs her over and over as she cries out in pleasure, feeling him so hard and fully in her.
Together they both to a crashing finale. Emma feels Donald’s sperm already starting to drip of her with her abundant juices before he has even pulled of her.
They laugh together the silliness they have just engaged in. When totally recovered, they venture to a long shower making sure all evidence of their afternoon play is washed away. Later, Emma and Donald take their time admiring each other’s artwork from the pictures that they have taken.
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E098: Somethings old
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Posted:Jul 30, 2019 7:03 pm
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After their trip Massachusetts when they got back home, Donald notices a new plumpness Emma. They had been indulging in a lot of good food. He knows he needs get her back into a regular exercise routine to get rid of the or so pounds she must have put on.
A of morning after their return, after their morning routine and shower, Donald made Emma step on the scale in the bathroom. It was an old-time doctor’s scale where weight moves across the bars gauge your weight.
Donald takes elaborate time first moving the bottom weight to hundred, then pressing the upper weight up and up where the scale would not move balance.
“Emma, you have gained weight, a bit too much,” Donald chastises her as he moves the bottom weight up to -hundred and fifty. This time the upper bar balances at -hundred and fifty-.
Now Donald does not mind this fuller Emma, it adds her curves, and the little tummy on her now is delightful, but he does want her in fit form.
He spanks both her ass cheeks and tells her they need up her exercises schedule help her lose this extra weight.
Emma is so embarrassed; she blushes, realizing she has gained back most of the weight she has lost over these months with Donald. Tears fill her eyes.
Memories rush back over of her of her father off-handedly chastising her. Calling her a ‘butter-ball’ in her teens when she gained weight. Her mother would put her on a diet of cottage cheese and sizzle steaks for weeks weight dropped off her. Emma realizes that contributed a good bit how she dressed before meeting Donald.
Now his words bring all those feelings rushing back over her, and the tears spill . She hurries from the bathroom and puts on the clothes Donald laid on herself and leaves the bedroom, and house, for her morning meeting.
Donald finds himself standing in the bathroom dumbfounded. What came over Emma? He hadn’t meant anything by his words, more just kidding her a little. He is confused as he dresses and leaves also. Emma has never acted this way before.
He texts her when he gets the Institute, asking if she is alright. He realizes she will be in her meeting so is not surprised when he does not hear a reply almost noon.
“I am fine. If you feel I do need exercise more lose weight, I understand. Whatever you feel is right sir,” is all Emma’s text reply says.
Now Donald is more baffled by her reply. So unlike the ongoing texts, she usually sends him of late. He can almost hear the anguish in her voice as she typed this response.
‘What is the matter,’ Donald wonders. He had not seen the tears in her eyes this morning, and now this comment about her weight. Did he do something upset her about that? He knows she does like the time they spend in the basement, he thought she would enjoy the idea of more time there.
When Emma arrives home that afternoon, Donald is waiting for her at the door. The downtrodden on her and whole-body stance are worse than the first time he met her. With his mind, he can’t comprehend what has overcome Emma.
He pulls her into his arms, kisses her hair, and he hugs her closely. “Emma, what did I do? Why are you so unhappy?” Donald quizzes her.
Emma looks up at him, amazed that he has no idea about how cutting his comments this morning was. “If you think I have gotten fat, please do what is needed to make me acceptable to you again,” she says in a quiet voice.
‘Oh, my, what have I done,’ Donald thinks, as he replies to Emma, “You are fine how you are, you aren’t ‘fat,’ you are always ‘acceptable’ to me no matter what. I am sorry if I said something hurtful to you.”
Donald lifts her and carries her to the bedroom. Lying her on the bed, he quickly undresses her and himself. He caresses and kisses each part of her body over and over, telling her how beautiful she is to him.
Emma melts from his attention, as she craves for something more from him. She takes his cock in her hand and strokes it, jerking him to hardness. All Donald can think as he feels this is, ‘how could I live without this woman? She now knows how to touch me so well.’
Donald quickly hardens, but he wants so to let Emma know she is treasured so by him. He does now feel bad about his off-handed comment this morning. He kisses Emma’s neck as he whispers in her ear, telling her how dear she is to him, and he doesn’t care about anything but her being with him.
He moves his lips down to kiss down the center of her neck to between her breasts. The runs his tongue over the first one, and then the other, of her wonderful orbs. After circling then both, he returns to the first to attention fully Emma’s nipples. Sucking on them make them hard and upright.
then does Donald move his lips down over her stomach, kissing and licking it over and over saying how beautiful Emma is to him.
Emma is enjoying every second of this, Donald’s comments are so dear to hear, but she still is herself worried about the weight it seems she has gained. But with the immediate attention, she puts those thoughts aside for the time being.
Lower and lower Donald goes on her. Emma feels his tongue running back and forth across her mons. Then down her hips to her thighs. Spending so much time nibbling at each of her inner thighs from above her knees up to the creases in her upper legs. It all feels so wonderful.
Emma is throbbing so hard, wanting to feel Donald’s lips, tongue, fingers, and so much more in her pleasure dome. And he does not deny her. As he finishes his kissing of her inner thighs so sweet and wonderful to him, his fingers run up to spread her labia to get to the prize. So close to her special box that her sexual scent fills his nostrils with her heady smell.
And as her lower lips open fully to him and he feels her wet release, her wonderful smell does fill the air. It takes a moment for him quickly rush taste this delight too. His tongue runs up and down her slit taking in all the juices. Sticking into her vag to catch what is yet expelled, then up to her clit to lick the wetness from it.
Emma wiggles in delight. All that happened this morning is somewhat forgotten as she feels the decadence of Donald’s tongue on her.
She knows he is very hard as her hands run to his crotch over and over to feel him. She does not want the attention he is showing her to end, but this inner need to feel him hard up in her is taking precedence. But his tongue does feel so good.
Donald continues to service Emma, almost as he is paying penance for what he now knows he has somehow done to hurt her. He wants her to cum and cum and be back to be his smiling, happy – what is she him? She has been such his sub of late, his sexual partner for months now, his constant companion that he does not want lose, she is everything him he now knows. Life before Emma seems meaningless him.
On he goes licking her clit over and over as his fingers press into her vag dancing around and finding Emma’s g-spot to push against. Emma response as he hopes. He feels the sides of her vag throb against him as her back raises and arches. Emma cries as she feels the tides of delight rush over her completely.
What levels Donald is able bring her . His attention and knowing every part of her and her desires could never be replaced by anyone else.
When she has come back down earth, Donald just strokes her body bring it back desire once again. He does so need release himself in her now. As she shows such willingness, he moves between her legs.
“Emma, is this okay with you? I don’t have if you are not up it right now,” Donald says in such a contrite voice.
Emma looks deeply in his eyes and just shyly nods him. A small “please” escapes her lips.
Donald still overwhelmed with this so different Emma he does not understand, but so wanting have himself fully in her. then does he ever now feel fully content. In those moments as he is fully up in her, it is like they are . So tied together in mutual longing and need for pleasure and release.
As he presses into her completely, he lays somewhat on Emma, his arms on each side of her holding his weight back some. Once so insider her, at this instant, Donald realizes he does not want to move. He wants to be fully and completely inside Emma. If they could function in life this way, he would be in heaven. He knows that is not possible, but it is moments like this when they are just wholly together as , that is so magical for him.
He lifts up after a few minutes of indulging this feeling. He feels Emma’s heart beating so strongly against him that he knows she pleasured by this interlude also. Kneeling between her legs, he begins pump in and of her. He feels her pulsating against him with each inward motion, holding him as a clamp vibrate against him.
This is an intense coupling between them. Donald knows Emma is on the verge of another powerful climax, and that it will come before he is the point of releasing into her. Will she have the power to cum a third time?
As these thoughts barely cross his mind, Emma does arch her back again, clench him hard and cry as she is overtaken by a second climax. It all is feeling so good her now.
Is it because she has spent the day feeling so negative about herself? This sexual release exercising all that from her mind for the moment. Whatever the reason, she is letting herself enjoy this flash in time at hand. She knows even with that climax and Donald still hard in her, she is going start peaking any second again.
Donald sees Emma come down from that summit and starts push into her harder and harder again. Her pulsations against him do not lessen, increase in pressure. He is so close.
Donald looks Emma deep in her eyes, leans and kisses her thoroughly as he feels her grasping his cock in her vag over and over. He pulls back from her lips for a few minutes as he pants as he reaches his climax.
His sticky sperm fills Emma as her juices pump of her as she cum is harmony with Donald. Both are now so relieved of all the inner tensions they have been feeling all day. Donald leans and kisses her as he enjoys her squeezing the last drops of him from her. Her vag side compressing against his dwindling shaft get every bit of him.
Once both calmed enough, laying side by side, Donald holding Emma tight he asks her what had happened that morning? How had he hurt her?
In a broken voice, Emma tries explain about her father’s comments about her weight growing up. What she went through gain his pleasure and acceptance again, even her mother’s role in it all.
Donald hugs her even tighter feeling so bad what horrible memories his off-handed comment this morning must have brought back Emma. In a low voice, he tells her he does not mind however she looks or her size. He likes her just as she is, she doesn’t need change at all.
But Emma tells him she does want the accelerated workout, she does want lose this added on weight, for her. She has felt so much more positive these last months having slimmed down with him.
Donald laughs a little as he says they can do more exercising, and perhaps should also up their sexual mingling as that seems be how Emma drops the most weight. Emma laughs in return and tells him she is open whatever workout schedule he could have for her.
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They started the routine the next day and would for the next month or so have exercise time late afternoons a week for hours, or more depending on where it led . By the end of that period, along with all else, they found themselves engaging it, Emma lost not those pounds but more.
Emma never felt better about herself or more confident. It was worth the workouts, and after the month they did go back or times a week. Both enjoying their time in the basement’s special chamber.
The first day following Emma’s disclosure, Donald instructs her be undressed in the bedroom by o’clock. Standing as he has taught her, legs apart, hands behind her neck, Emma awaits his arrival.
Donald enters the room dressed, walks up Emma, and tells her take his clothes off him. Emma knows he wants her do this in a very sensuous way.
She begins unbuttoning his shirt slowly, running her hands the shirt after each button is opened to rub his chest lightly. When the shirt is fully unbuttoned, she moves the sides away and kiss and suck on his nipples they are hard then bends and licks down his stomach to his belly button.
Bending so, she undoes his cuffs as she takes his hand and sucks on his fingers. Her hands move up from his stomach lightly fluttering over him to his shoulders to take the shirt off him and lay it on the bed.
Emma’s hands move back to his belt and unclasp it and pull it of his pant loops. She places it on the bed. Then unzips of his pants. Her fingers inside the waistband running her nails back and forth over his mons as she opens the pants. Her hands move his back slide down in the waistband caress his ass as she lowers the pants the ground.
She then kneels in front of him and lifts each foot take his shoes, then socks, and finally the pants off him. She reaches up, squeezing his now hardening cock through his boxers, her hands run up his ass from the cuff the elastic pull them off him.
When he is standing in front of her now nude, with Emma kneeling in front of him, she leans in and takes his cock into her mouth to suck it more. Donald at first enjoying this so much holds the back of her head, stroking her hair close to his groin. But after a of moments, Donald knows if this continues as it is going, he will cum before they get the exercising in, he gently pushes Emma from him and tells her stand again.
He gets a leash hook her pearl necklace, though her collar, and pulls on it for her follow him the basement. She feels herself starting get damp between her thighs as she anticipates what is ahead.
She is not disappointed; the crop is sitting on the bench next the circle waiting. She raises her arms for Donald cuff her wrists pull her up more on her toes. He drops the leash, so it is hanging between her breasts, the handle bouncing against her cunt.
Donald tells her to start, and Emma begins to run the circle. The leash handle is having an interesting effect on her as it knocks against her pussy, so close to her clitoris as she runs. And at each circle, Donald is sitting on the bench with the crop in his hand to spank against her cheeks and thighs on each turn she makes.
Donald keeps her at this much longer than in the past. Almost forty- minutes pass since Emma started. Her bottom and thighs are bright rosy red from each circle she completes, and he makes her move much faster than in the past. Her pussy and clit are sore from the handle’s attention to her. Donald stops her finally when she comes up next to him.
Her body is glistening in sweat from the exertion. Donald uncuffs her as he kisses her and runs his hands all over her dampened body, bringing the wetness to cover her red cheeks and thighs. then does he touch her there for the first time this afternoon.
She shudders from his touch against her now tender cunt, but she does not want it to stop as the mixture of pains and pleasure overtakes her. Donald indulges her for a few minutes, then takes her leash, spanks both cheeks and tells her that it is time against the wall.
He pulls her willingly to the pseudo rack and locks her wrists and ankles in place spreading her wide. “Emma, I am going to keep arousing you over and over, it will make you burn calories while having enjoyment,” Donald explains to her.
He picks up a small, but powerful, vibrator and turns it up fully. Emma trembles at what she will soon be feeling and have no way to move from it. Donald spreads her labia wide to have full access to Emma’s throbbing clit. She feels the vibrator move closer to her, and she aches all over.
She feels the first beats against her clit, and she moans. Donald holds it there as he sits on a stool in front of her. His lips are just at her tits, which he will soon enjoy, but for now, he wants to see how quickly Emma will come this way.
He is soon rewarded as Emma cries lustfully, her back is arching, and he sees her sticky juices running down her thigh. He moves the vibrator away to run up and down her thighs as she calms herself.
Then Donald moves it back over her slit, running up and down, pressing it up in her vag searching for her g-spot. He knows he has found it when Emma cries and thrashes her body as much as she can so tethered. He holds it in her she cums a second time her body quivering as she does.
Donald again moves the vibrator from her, bring it back her clit for another round. This time he does lean into her and suck on her nipples as she feels the vibrator against her, bring her to multiple sources of enjoyment. When Donald sticks fingers up into her vagina to complete the trilogy, Emma is overtaken with pleasure.
Emma is shaking to her core feeling this wave after wave of excitement wash over her. She feels so tender in her pussy right now but wants more and more. The sweat is streaming off her.
Donald brings her to topple over the brink more time from the vibrating against her clit. A third time she cries as he can seem tremors running through her body. The is a sudden stillness after that. Donald pulls the vibrator away and turns it off.
Emma is slumping in her manacles, totally and completely spent.
Donald takes the shackles from Emma’s wrists and places her arms around his neck as he lowers them both to undo the ankle cuffs. When free, he carries Emma to the bed and lays her on it. She looks up at him from glazed eyes and can see how hard and in need Donald is.
So sore, but there is this finally want to feel him inside her. She takes hold of his prick and guides it to her vag. Donald tries to pull back some telling her she must be worn . Emma just replies, “Please.”
Emma again directs his cock her , wet, awaiting cave, and he responds and enters her. She immediately clamps the sides of her vag against him. Yes, feeling his hard cock up in her throbbing against her as she pulsates fulfills this final desire in her.
Donald responses her yearnings and begins ride her hard. Lifting her legs up over his shoulders be able thrust into her deeper and deeper.
Emma cries as her fourth climax builds a roaring conclusion. Her back arching as it does, the clenching against his cock so hard brings on Donald climax too. He is soon spurting all he has up in her as she shudders against his prick squeezing every of him.
He collapses next her on the bed. Their first session lasts over hours as they both crash sleep from all the energy exerted.
It is going on o’clock by the time they climb the stairs, arm in arm now, the leash left behind. After a quick supper, some mindless tv viewing they fall into their bed, holding each other tight as they fall to sleep.
Emma and Donald have several other exercise sessions in the basement, much like this first , but never quite so intense.
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E097: Home again
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Posted:Jul 14, 2019 9:09 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 2:2 am
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It is a four-hour drive from Atlanta, Georgia to home, and after stopping along the way for a leisurely meal, it is close to nine o’clock when they get home. After unpacking the car, they leave the suitcases and hampers to deal with the next day. A quick hot shower and they collapse on to their awaiting bed. Both realize they have missed their bed the last two weeks as they quickly fall into a deep sleep.
Autumn is now upon them. Emma and Donald get back into a regular routine. Donald is only teaching one class this semester. He tells Emma he wants to move away from teaching and spend more time on research and writing. The lecturing is becoming boring for him.
He passes the podium over to a new colleague at the Institute, a younger man who seems to have a great deal of potential.
Emma is back in swing with her committee and organization meetings, which keeps her out for most the day twice a week. Those days are also when Donald lectures. When they come together in the evening, they are overjoyed to be together again. Donald also spends a day or two each week at the Institute, but for the most part, he works from home to be close to Emma as much as he can.
Emma slips back into her role of being his submissive much of the time. She is not totally sure why she likes this position so well, but at present, she is content. Donald basks and puffs up from this attention. He returns to some of his arrogant ways like he was at the start. Not as bad, but to have someone showering him with attention, pumping his ego up, does make him a little much at times.
But Emma does not seem to mind it. Though, if Donald were really paying attention, he would realize when he gets too full of himself, Emma has ways to bring him back down to earth before he bursts.
Together they fall into a nice schedule. Fridays the spa, and some time with Sasha after their grooming. Sunday afternoons a good hour video with Dorothy and Maude. Donald and Emma side by side as all four talk and share what happened during the week.
At times Donald and Dorothy will each other during the week for private conversations. is also happening for Emma and Maude, who after her night being disciplined find there is a strong bond between them.
Two days after they get home, Emma and Donald spent the day preparing the pecans following Emma’s family recipe. It is a fun day, and the fragrance of the whiskey and nuts filling the kitchen added to the intoxicating experience. It starts with them sitting at the kitchen table together. Mutually, as it had been a while, they both have butt plugs firmly their asses while they prepare the nuts.
Donald cracks each shell, then Emma digs the meat out to fill the large ceramic bowl in front of her. The plugs an interesting role for each. As Donald flexes his muscles to crack the nuts, his ass tightens making him feel the rocket in him intensely.
For Emma, not quite as extreme, as she holds the pecan in her hand to pierce out the meat, and then throw the shell in one of the bushel’s near her feet, the back and forth movement of her body does make her plug dance in her magnifying the impact on her.
By the time the first basket was empty, both are breathing deeply, and drips of sweat are forming on their foreheads and upper lips. But they keep going.
Once all have been shelled, a huge vat is filled with four large bottles of good whiskey, honey, and the special spices from the secret recipe. Donald is amused Emma is willing to share this family recipe with him. She explains after the pecans have boiled for a bit, soaking in the whiskey and flavor, they will be roasted on baking sheets in the oven to make them crisp. Covered with and other spices.
While the nuts are boiling, Emma turns to the counter and begins to make and roll out pie dough for five pies. Donald stands behind her and shifts between helping her roll the crust evenly and playing with her pussy getting her nice and dripping.
The crusts in pie pans, they are put in the oven for initial baking as the pecans are sifted from the liquid which is now a wonderful nectar. There are numerous mason jars ready on the other counter. The nuts spread on pans, seasoned and placed in the other oven to bake, the flavored whiskey cooling to be jarred. Donald cannot contain himself anymore.
He turns Emma towards him and kneels in front of her to lick the wetness from her. She leans against the cabinets and cries out in pleasure as he does. Kneeling this way does press the plug in him more and between the feel of it, and the taste of Emma he is soon very hard.
And then the timers go off to the take the crusts and pecans from the oven. But is only a momentary diversion before Emma is down on her knees, sucking his cock and balls to be sure all are completely covered with her saliva.
Everything can wait for a while. Donald drops to the kitchen tile floor pulling Emma with him. Not quite as cool as the stone floor the house in West Virginia, but enough to send shivers through their bodies.
Donald pulls Emma on top of him to straddle him and take his prick deep in her. On his back on the floor like this Donald does press the plug in farther as he feels the wonder of Emma’s vag closing over his shaft. Already throbbing in anticipation.
Donald reaches around Emma to press her plug in further also. Feeling it press against the side of her cock filled vagina is stupendous.
She rides Donald hard, both trying to feel the maximum fullness with each thrust. Emma’s hands drop to the floor on each side of Donald’s face to help her lift and drop on him. Faster and faster in a flurry to reach the climax they both are hungering for.
It is not long before they both feel the crashing waves flow over their bodies. They shudder together as Emma clenches Donald as he spurts out stream after stream of semen into her.
After they dissolve together, the moisture of both mixing and covering their whole bodies, Donald reaches behind Emma and gently pulls the plug out of her. She moans from the release. Emma lifts on her knees so Donald can roll over, and she releases the plug from him too.
Then as Donald takes the toys to wash well and put away, Emma, as if nothing really unordinary has just happened, begins to mix the filling for the pies. Using a good cup of the flavored whiskey in the batter for each pie.
The pies filled, the special pecans topping them, they go back into the oven to bake. The pecans are divided among mason jars to have for the whole winter, even after sending some to Dorothy and Maude, and presents for Sasha, Karen, and Julie.
The same for the special whiskey mix now cooled, it is poured into several jars to share and have ready when wanted.
The last of the fluid is poured over rocks in two glasses, additional whiskey added to counter what has cooked off. The wonderful pecans are added to the drinks as a garnish. As the pies cool, Emma and Donald take their drinks to the living room. In between petting and playing with each other, they enjoy this wonderful new cocktail they have created.
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Friday after their return home, Emma and Donald spend the afternoon the spa with Sasha. She has missed them and to show it, Sasha is thorough and precise as she trims them both. Especially as their hair has grown some during the weeks away.
After Emma and Donald undress for their individual sessions with her Sasha also fully undresses so they can all appreciate the loveliness of their bodies as a build for what will happen shortly in the next room.
In the special bedroom, after once again all hugging and kissing a bit, Donald pulls out two packages and hands one to each of the women. They giggle in delight of a present. Opening them they see they each have a pair of the editable underwear Donald, well Emma, bought in New York City.
Emma is beside herself, thinking about what is to come. Both she and Sasha quickly pull on the panties and flop on their backs on the bed, their knees lifted, and thighs spread wide. Donald laughs at the sight.
“It seems some of us are rather eager for this game to begin,” Donald teases.
He tells Sasha to roll on her belly as he wants to start on her ass. She quickly rolls over.
As Emma watches, Donald begins to lick Sasha’s ass cheeks and crack. The skimpy back of the panties dissolves as his tongue touches it. Sasha squeals with delight from Donald’s wet tongue and the stickiness of the panties fading away.
Watching, Emma feels herself getting wetter and wetter and does feel her crotch is starting to melt itself from the juices she is dripping on them.
She does not want to deny Sasha the pleasure she is now having, but Emma’s cunt is throbbing so hard, she needs to feel Donald’s tongue on her. Each sigh and moan from Sasha make Emma drip a bit more.
Finally, when the back of Sasha’s panties has been enjoyed fully, and for matter dissolved, Donald playfully smacks her ass cheeks and tells her it is Emma’s turn now. And turning to her, he dives to her beaver to begin to finish making the fabric around her cunt and now sheared mons disappear.
Emma wiggles so with the delight of Donald’s tongue, he has to take his hands and hold her hips steady as he eats away to find her hidden treasure.
The undies all gone from Emma, and Donald knowing she has cum once from the anticipation and then attention, he lifts from her to sit cross-legged the bottom of the bed.
“Emma, I know you want to taste these panties too, so you may now enjoy Sasha’s panties from the front and the pleasure of the juices of her slit,” he tells both the women.
Sasha, who still on her stomach had been enjoying the show between Emma and Donald quickly rolls over and prepares herself for Emma’s muff dive.
Both women are so elated by the . Emma, the tangy taste of the panties melting in her mouth, mingled with the exotic taste of Sasha’s cunt. Sasha the feel of Emma’s tongue exploring and pleasuring her from the top of her mons, down, lingering on her clit, further down her slit to run around the entrance of her vag, and then Emma tongue in it discovering once again the charms it provides.
Watching this display is arousing Donald a good bit and knows both women are at the brink and soon will be crashing together. He picks his glass of wine to sip while watching the finale, which does quickly come.
As the curtain comes down on this show, and both lay back to catch their breath. Out of the corners of their eyes, they see Donald lower his wine glass, and dip his hard cock into it. Lifting it out as the wine whirls around his shaft, he asks if anyone wants a little wine?
Emma and Sasha look at each other, laugh and crawl across the bed to him, to in unison begin to lick his balls and sides of his shaft to when both their lips and tongues are hovering over his glans.
As they do so, both are kissing and stroking each other’s faces. The feel of two tongues on his shaft is earth shaking to Donald. He has been holding back cumming, but this, which he really hadn’t expected to happen when he jokingly asked his question, is mind-boggling to him.
Feeling Emma’s and Sasha’s lips and tongues on him, as they kiss with his shaft in the mix too is something he could never have imagined. He knows he will not last much longer.
As do the women as they have been taking turns, and together, to lick the precum, which is free-flowing from him. When they each take a ball in their index and middle fingers, as he feels them in sync pressing their ring and little finger firmly against his taint. He knows he can’t hold back anymore.
Both Sasha and Emma realize this and quickly bring their mouths to the tip of his glans. As he releases his semen, they take turns and together catch it all as it flows out of him. Lapping it all then sharing his cum between themselves in deep kisses.
Donald spent, Emma and Sasha, overwhelmed with what has just transpired, the women lay their heads on Donald’s stomach, just staring and smiling at each other.
Donald looks down on these two wonderful women and watches as in turn, they take their fingers to wipe the last of the cum from each other’s lip and lick their own fingers clean.
They lay this way for a good while, Donald relaxed now rests some. He can feel Emma’s and Sasha’s fingers finding each other’s cunts across his thighs. Slowly and casually, they just in each other’s wet rivers, not trying to make each other cum, but just to enjoy the feeling of being caressed.
In the end, all fall to sleep for a short while, so content with being so in touch with each other, both physically and mentally. It is a very good reunion. And as the next few months pass, they often enjoy each other this way.
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As the fall equinox approaches a week or two later, Donald decides it is time for Emma to have a new wardrobe for the season. He realizes it has been weeks since their shopping trip over the Fourth of July the beach house.
This purchasing clothes and accessories, especially now he has someone to dress every day, is an obsession with him. He acknowledges he will want to change Emma’s wardrobe each season to keep this need in check.
Donald works it out in his mind. Yes, four times a year, a shopping spree. Emma’s closet and drawers cleared of old things to make way for the new. A few ‘favorite’ outfits will be kept so to bring back memories when worn the next year in season. The rest will be donated to worthy causes. And his mind whirls a bit when he thinks perhaps a few other shopping extravaganzas will be required during the year when they take trips or special events happen.
He begins some preliminary shopping. Just a few dresses in fall colors right now to start a cart. While it never gets cold here, it is nice to have Emma dressed to coordinate with the seasons. He classifies the shopping to do for different binges. Lingerie will be one wonderful splurge; he will take his time over . Dresses and outfits another. Accessories and shoes to match everything perfectly will come after .
And then, a final, very special, shopping event to pick out the outfits for Emma to wear when he has her put on the strapon to use on him. There is something about her dressed in a man’s suit when she does this extraordinary indulgence he enjoys adds to the experience for him. He does want them to game regularly now, he knows.
He feels himself harden just thinking of all the shopping will be ahead for him. Yes, many pleasant days of him viewing outfits to choose from. Filling his cart to later review which to keep and which to discard before the final purchase.
He places his hand over his pant-covered crotch as he murmurs to himself, ‘Down , save for Emma. She will be home soon.’
An hour later, Emma arrives home from her meeting to find a naked Donald waiting at the door to greet her. It is thrilling to throw herself into his arms to receive a warm, welcoming kiss and hug.
Donald lifts her and carries her to the bedroom, where he stands her next to the bed. Turning her away from him, Donald runs his hands and down the front of her body over the silky fabric of her dress. While he is more than primed to needing to satisfy his longings, Donald wants to savor the feeling of every part of Emma’s body right now.
Being rubbed through her dress, feeling the slinky material buffing her skin, sends static waves through Emma’s body. Donald’s light touch, after her body has been longing for him the last hours gets her juices flowing.
Donald lifts his fingers to the back of her neck and just lightly runs his index finger and down from the bottom of her hair to Emma’s shoulders. Now she is feeling electric currents down her spine, all the way to her ass hole where it seems to throb against her. The shocks spread out over her ass cheeks, circle her thighs to send the final jolt to land firmly in her cunt, making her wiggle from the sensation.
Emma’s body is alive! And so ready to be used.
But Donald, though also so ready, wants to take his time to relish her body’s wonderful secrets first.
He reaches and unzips her dress and allows it to fall off her to the floor. Running his fingers down her spine now to where her bra fastener is waiting. Stopped by this roadblock, Donald unsnaps it, and leaves Emma’s bra opened in the back, but still held by the straps on her shoulders.
Donald continues his downward pass of her spine with his fingers. The original currents starting with his attention to her neck are now supercharged. Feeling the light pressure, almost a tickle on her spine.
Emma shivers with delight as she feels this overtake her. Donald turns her and holds her close to him as he runs his hands over her this way. Emma can feel his chest and heart beating against the front of her bra. His hardening cock is pressed to her now dripping pantie cover crotch.
Then after running up and down her spine a few times, this time he follows from her tailbone, down her crack to her rosebud, circling it and pressing in, not far, but just enough to make her moan. Donald’s hands inside her panties, one caressing her cheek the other playing her hole is enthralling, His ability to reach and heighten her desire before fulling undressing her is intoxicating.
Donald pulls her away from him just enough to finally lower her bra off her and then sliding his hands inside the elastic of her panties. First checking how wet she is already, then moving his now sticky fingers to over her cheeks and back thighs as he pulls the panties down off her.
They are now standing how they most enjoy. Both totally naked, facing each other and just barely touching each other’s chests and groins. Donald takes Emma’s face in his hands and pulls her to him to kiss her long and hard.
“I seem to have missed you a lot today,” Donald tells her. He tries to sound offhanded, but Emma knowing same longing all day is overjoyed to hear his confession to same yearning.
They fall on the bed, and Donald turns Emma on her back. Beginning the top of her head, he kisses and licks, and fingers and touches, every inch of her body working his way down farther and farther.
Making sure he hits every one of her favorite places, paying extra attention at each. Cupping her breasts in each hand, squeezing them while sucking and biting Emma’s nipples. Down over her stomach and nibbling at her close-clipped mons.
Donald’s fingers find their way into her wonderfully heated slit, damp and inviting. Emma lifts and spreads her legs to make sure he knows the welcome mat is out for him. Spreading her labia with his fingers, pinching them a little as he holds them apart, his tongue hones in on the opening to the treasure chests for a bit, then to the pearl which is kept out of the box to sit on a pedestal of its own, to be cherished for its own right.
Yes, this unique pearl is almost like to secret button to spring open the jewelry box to be able to enjoy the riches stored there.
Such attention is making Emma squirm and want to be able to touch and lick Donald in return. There is a frustration when he does this to her, not letting her reciprocate. But it is a joyful frustration, as she enjoys every moment of what is happening to her. Actually, probably even more, as she can relish what is happening to her without returning the attention at the same time.
Donald’s skillful fingers and lips soon have her at a frenzy level. She knows she is on the brink. Emma lifts her ass to bring her cunt closer to Donald to increase the pressure she is feeling. Donald presses her ass back down on the bed, and leans closer, to give her, almost, what she so needs.
“Damn,’ Emma thinks, ‘He is pacing me again. I so need a release, but he will tease me almost there, only to back off as he often does.’
Now Emma knows, when Donald does to this to her - bringing her close, then back down a level - when she finally does cum it will be a massive and very satisfying orgasm. But working towards the final release does keep her on fishhooks.
By this time, as Donald works his way to her inner thighs, to keep her at the peak, just not tipping over, he is having so much fun. He realizes the shopping spree he planned for this evening will not be happening probably. But there is always time for other day.
Down Emma’s thighs, he goes. To her knees, and over her calves. When he reaches her feet, he sits cross-legged with them in front of him.
Donald has always liked Emma’s pedicured toes and even sucked and licked her feet before. It was enjoyable, but he never thought anything about it much. But today it is different.
As he takes the first foot in his hand to rub, Donald looks Emma’s foot closely. Suddenly the lines, curves, and structure of her delicate foot stir something more in him. All he can see is the beauty in it, and Emma’s perfectly shaped and polished toes. He is enthralled with her feet.
He massages them as he begins to take toe after toe between his lips to taste and suck them. The little ones are like growing clits against his tongue. Each getting just a little larger and longer too, requiring him to suck each a bit harder.
When he gets to Emma’s big toe, it is no longer like a clit, but in his mind, he feels like he is sucking on Emma’s hidden glans. Running his tongue between the nail and the flesh is almost as if she does have a slit in it. And, she has two of them for him to pleasure on.
Now until this moment, Donald never thought about wanting a man’s glans or cock in his mouth. Yes, he had serviced bully school doing so to harden him before he was ass fucked, but hadn’t had any sensual impact on Donald.
This now, thinking of it as the undisclosed entrance to Emma is causing him to shake with excitement.
Emma wonders what is coming over Donald, his attention to her feet and toes is rather arousing to her but glancing down on him, and his noticeable reaction to what he is doing to her makes her curious.
“Sir, are you alright?” Emma asks him. When he does not reply, seeming to be in a trance as he rotates between sucking her big toes deeply, she calls out again, “Donald!”
Donald jumps, hearing her voice and sits back with a sheepish grin on his face. He pulls himself together and begins to work his way back Emma’s legs to her pussy to pick there where he had left off. But he now knows, from this moment on, he will worship Emma’s toes and feet and will want to gratify this new desire often.
He wonders if he dares tell Emma this new obsession he has discovered. In time, yes, but for now, he wants to hold this discovery to himself.
Donald again with fingers and tongue bring Emma to the brink. This time, as he has gotten so stiff from his toe , when he knows she is point, he knows it is time to finish this wonderful game they are playing.
Donald takes his fingers covered with Emma’s juices to lubricate his glans and moves to be situated perfectly to press into her vag.
Donald holds himself with just his glans in the opening of her vagina, remembering what if felt like for just much being in his mouth as he sucked on it. And moment it feels like Emma is sucking his glans with her introitus. It is a mesmerizing thought, but his immediate need takes over, and he pushes deep into Emma’s throbbing and awaiting vessel.
They fuck fast and hard. Both now state where the climax is so close, both need to press on to the finish.
Again and again, Donald pumps against Emma. Feeling her clench against him like a vice grip, trying to squeeze his sperm from him. When she reaches down and takes his balls in her hand, feeling how rock hard and ready they are, it does only take her tightening her hold on them a few times for Donald to explode in her. Just as Emma’s back arches as she holds him tight and calls out.
As they fall together in the afterglow, Donald thinks, ‘Yes, shopping can wait.’ And he does now have a new fetish to consider.
After a few minutes, Donald shifts himself to be laying beside Emma facing her feet. He asks her to just take his glans in her mouth, nothing more, to gently suck on. Emma is happy to do whatever she can to pleasure Donald at this minute.
As he enjoys her lips covering his glans, Donald bends Emma’s feet close to his mouth. He takes one of her now discovered glans back in his warm mouth, and contently sucks on it the same time. It is all he imagined it could be. He does not want to cum again, but just enjoy the tender affection being offered to do this and feeling it.
Emma wonders what is going on in Donald’s head right now. But, the feel of his lip and tongue sucking her toe is satisfying in a very different, though a little strange, way. She does feel soft tingles run through her body and seeing Donald shudder now and then she realizes whatever this is, it is affecting him in a very unusual way. But is fine.
While gently suck each other, both contemplate what a wonderful beginning of their first autumn together this is starting to be. Yes, Emma and Donald have fallen into a wonderful pattern of life together now.
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Emma and Donald rest well that night, totally sated in all ways by the time they return to their room. The next morning they are up and on the road early as Donald tells Emma they have a long stretch ahead of them today. The drive will be over eight hours.
As it is a long drive today, Donald dresses Emma in pretty pink underwear, shorts, and a polo shirt. He really does prefer her in dresses, but her tan legs and plump ass do look nice in a pair of shorts now and then. Emma in pants he only likes when they play that a particular way.
They drive for a few hours and then Donald is starting to feel the toll of so many days of driving. He sees the notice of a park ahead and pulls off to it for a bit to recharge. The stop is worth it.
They find a nice secluded grassy area under a tree. Donald brings the basket and cooler out, and they spread a blanket to have a picnic.
The sandwiches Dorothy made are still rather fresh in the cooler, and the assortment of fruit just drip with flavor. The homemade baked cookies are a wonderful finish to the meal.
So satisfied they lie back on the blanket content to feel the sun beaming down between the tree branches on them. Emma asks if Donald would like her to drive for a while as he has been doing it all of it so far, and with such a long trek today.
He assures her with a little rest now, he will be fine.
“How much of a rest do you want, sir?” Emma asks him, as her fingers roam up and down his thigh and then his crotch.
“You little minx,” he replies and pulls her to him, so she has a better angle to provide him with the attention she is suggesting.
Suddenly, Donald is pulled into a fantasy from Emma’s soft touch. It is like they are two teens in the backseat at a drive-in. Emma is a sweet young thing, just starting to be willing to explore more. So far he has only been able to get to second base, above her clothes. He so wants to move forward to third, and ultimately a home run.
Tonight, here in the back seat, his pure, innocent, Emmy seems to suddenly want to explore his third base. All the better. He does allow himself to gasp a bit feeling her hand outside his jeans tentatively rubbing him.
Emma looks at him is some surprise at his reaction to a normal thing she has often done to him. But the look on his face, his half-closed eyes tells her that something more is going on.
She leans close to him and kisses his lips, then whispers in his ear, “Are you alright, Donald?”
He hugs her and tells her, “Right now, Emma, be seventeen, your first time ever touching me, or any man. Let me enjoy imagining you exploring as a for the first time your boyfriend.”
Emma giggles with delight and replies, “Donny, is this how I am supposed to do it?” As she lightly brushes her hand across his covered groin.
Donald moans at her willing acceptance to play this out right now. “Oh Emmie, that is nice, here, let me show you a little more,” Donald replies as he takes her hand in his and runs it back and forth over his growing mound.
“Oh Donnie, how big you are getting,” Emma giggles. And then the real fantasy play begins.
He feels her hand running over his thighs, back to his groin over and over. The feel of his pants tightening around him, holding him in is this delightful sensation.
No, he is not really in jeans, but his shorts are holding him in rather firmly. The stroke of Emmy’s hand outside his pants as he imagines that this is the first time that they have reached this point together is stirring him so.
He runs his hand over her thigh which Emmy sighs about, but when he moves his hand to the front of her pants, she firmly takes it away and places it back on her thigh. This small battle goes on several more times.
Each time Emmy is a little slower at taking his hand away. The next time, when she lets seconds pass before her hand reaches to remove his hand, he is able to allow his fingers to rub over where her mons would be under her shorts.
The next time, he can move a little lower his fingers dipping in between her thighs to stroke against her clothed labia.
All this time Emmy is caressing, cupping and squeezing at his growing manhood. She has even found her way to his balls to cradle them and embrace them.
By now, Emmy is allowing Donny’s hand to stay between her thighs, and she mews as she, for the first time, is feeling someone rub her slit, pressing against the entrance of her vag, and rubbing against her clit.
It is so different and wonderful, feeling this touch through the fabric of her clothes. Donald/Donny is also feeling this different sensation. The fantasy that it is their initial exploring of each other, being able to touch this way for the first time. The naughtiness of them playing this way. Neither of their parents would approve, and both would probably be grounded if discovered. But oh so worth the risk.
The tightness of his jeans is increasing. He feels his shaft compressed against his zipper. Donny unbuttons himself, takes Emmy’s hand, and tries to lead it inside his pants. Emmy resists and instead moves to rub his lower stomach through his t-shirt.
“Emmy, please,” Donny begs her, taking her hand again to move inside his jeans. Again she pulls away to rub his stomach instead, this time at least under his t-shirt. Her fingers over his bare abdomen feel wonderful. Never has Emmy ever touched his flesh under his clothes before.
He tries his luck and moves his hand up under her shirt to feel the softness of her belly for the first time. Emmy whimpers, some in the loss of attention to her crotch which she is coming to enjoy, with the amazement of how she now feels wet in her panties.
She knows she has not peed, but this new sense of sticky wetness in her pussy is so delightful.
But the experience of Donny’s hand rubbing up against her stomach to... oh my, he is squeezing her boobs outside her bra. Oh, closer to her than through her blouse like he did last time feels so much better.
Then he lifts her shirt up to her neck, to gaze at her bare stomach and pretty bra for the first time. He bends and kisses Emmy, which is unique as her shirt now is pressing against his neck as he does, which makes the kiss even sweeter.
He moves down and kisses her breasts outside her bra while Emmy moans as he does. Then Donny lifts her bra up to reveal her lovely nipples and tits for his view.
He sighs deeply at the sight.
Emmy starts saying, “No, Donny, you can’t.” But when he lowers his lips and takes one nipple in to suck on, as his hand moves back to caress her pussy outside her shorts, it turns to, “Oh, Donny.”
He knows he has claimed her as his bounty, to do with more or less as he likes.
With his other hand, he firmly takes her hand again and presses it down inside his jeans. He allows her to stay outside of his underwear, for now, but oh, to feel her fingers run over his glans and shaft, so close is unimaginable.
He unzips his pants, to allow Emmy’s hand better access to his shaft and balls. She acts hesitant, just as he desires her to. But he is pressing her fingers down. She stays outside his underwear as she does allow him to push her hand down into this cave to explore.
Emma finds herself entering this same fantasy and imagines she actually is getting to be with a boy in the backseat at a drive-in when she is in her teens. Just the idea of that, almost seeing the movie playing in front of them on the large screen, the tinny voices of dialog coming through the amp clipped to the front window, makes her drip more and start to throb.
How Donald can suggest places to take her to. All, whether he realizes it or not, helping her live so much that she never got to before.
Donny is silently teaching Emmy how to stroke his cock to jerk him off and squeeze his balls, his hand over hers. Once she squeezes his balls a little hard, and he winces in slight pain. “Emmy’s those are very delicate, and you need to be careful how you play with them,” he tells her sweetly.
They kiss, and Emma pumps his cock inside his pants, but outside his underwear. To Donald this in extremely arousing. And while he would never confess this to Emma, trying to appear more worldly than her, he had never experienced this adolescence ritual himself, so it is so intoxicating to be fantasizing about it now.
Donald kisses Emma deeply, then again taking her hand, leads it inside his underwear to be grasping his cock full on. Ooh, the first touch on it, uncovered sends rushes cascading through him. It is like the first time that his cock has ever been touched besides by himself.
He cries out some, and a good bit of precum escapes. It amazes Donald that here under a tree now ay almost fifty-years-old, he can be truly experiencing the sensation of being a getting jerked by a girl for the first time.
Emmy is surprised at the drippings from the slit in the head of Donny’s penis. She had heard about this in health class, but it is different to see it happen in real life. She tentatively touches the sticky wetness and rubs in down over Donny’s glans and shaft. It gives a nice lubricant to jerk his shaft up and down with.
Donald needs to control himself, but the boy here now is so sensitive to every touch, tickle, caress he is getting that he knows he will soon spill out. As much as he wants to hold back.
Donny is so proud of himself that he is firmly on second base with Emmy now. But she somehow is fully on third base. He wants to be there also so together they can make a run for home plate. Not tonight, but to have the players trained and ready for the next series.
Feeling Emmy’s hand squeezing his bat tightly, running up and down the length of it trying to find the best grip to hold it with to knock the ball out of the park, is too much for Donny, and his wad flies out of him, up over the wall it almost seems. He can hear the roar of the crowd going wild at this momentous event.
He grabs his handkerchief and wipes away his spewed seed. Then turns to Emmy and kisses her long and hard. “Please Emmy,” Donny says as he again slides his hand into her waistband. “Please, let me.”
Emma sighs contently, as the feeling Donny has been arousing in her is so exotic and wonderful she does want to feel more of his touch. Just as Emmy knows she will now want to often touch Donny unclothed, down there.
She spread her legs and signs expressing her willingness, and Donny’s hand is down inside her shorts, but on the outside of her panties for now. His fingers feel the sticky wetness dripping through her panties as he runs them up and down her slit.
Emmy cries out in delight.
The scene on the movie screen turns very dark, and Donny feels this is the sign for him to go forward. He fumbles to undo Emmy’s shorts and opens them some. His fingers caress the top of her mons around her panty elastic and then he takes the plunge.
He is there! He makes it to the promised land. Oh, the joy of feeling a female’s anatomy for the first time, uninhibited. Yes, the damp pasty fluid seems to just stream out of Emmy giving off this aphrodisiac scent. Donny so wants to taste it to know its flavor. Does he dare?
He scoops up fingerfuls of Emmy’s love paste and draws them to his mouth. Emmy watches in wonder as he licks his fingers clean before dipping them back down into her treasure cove again.
“You taste, and feel wonderful Emmy,” Donny tells her. He concentrates on remembering what he learned in health class about the important places to touch to please a woman.
Emmy is rewarded by his attention to his lessons. She feels two of his fingers shyly exploring the entrance to her woman cave, treading in carefully, almost timidly, but once through the entrance, becoming bolder, dancing around in this new playground Donny has found.
He soon finds and is bumping against her g-spot, spot on. Oh, the sounds escaping Emmy as she feels this happening.
And Emma, so also in the role now, is overcome with lust as Donald is expertly touching the exact spot to create such a response. She knows she is soon going to cum herself. She is panting heavily now.
Donny moves his thumb to search for Emmy’s clit that he remembers from his studies is one of the keys to open a woman fully. Emma feels him circling it over and over, and then seeming to hone in on his target, he begins to buff it as he continues to press her inner magic spot.
It takes no time now for Emmy, and Emma, to explode. Her hold body visibly shaking as he can feel her throbbing tightly against his fingers, and her juices almost spurt from her.
Emma has never cum this hard before. Not with this much liquid flowing from her. Donald is amazed by the reaction their fantasy play is making on each of them. He brings his now semi-dry, and semi-stiff, handkerchief and wipes her as best he can. The back of her shorts are a bit soaked as he has been playing inside them rather than taking them down.
Donald tells her to sit tight. He stands, tucks himself back in, and hurries to the trunk to get a new pair of shorts and panties. Then as Emma lays on her back, he lifts her legs and pulls the sodden items off her, wipes her some more, and then pull on the new panties and shorts, lifting her ass in the process to pull them up under her.
Zipping her up, then just patting at Emma’s crotch, Donald laughs and tells her she is now all cleaned up. Emma just smiles up at him.
At this point, Donald knows they need to get back on the road, but he is still feeling worn out, so he asks Emma if she would be up to driving for a while. She readily agrees to, and they are soon back on the road.
Donald, with his head back and eyes closed, is in a somewhat twilight sleep. Emma has her eyes on the road, though her right hand occasionally reaching over to caress Donald’s thigh. Such attention does cause some wonderful near-dreams to run through Donald’s mind as they drive along.
Both of their thoughts linger back to the play they just engaged in. It is so marvelous to imagine them together, young, for that first, discovering each other with so much anticipation of what will be ahead.
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Later that evening, in the hotel room, Emma gazes out the window and sees a young man in his late teens sitting on a trampoline near the pool. She watches him as he talks on his cell phone to someone. When he hangs up his phone, he jumps up with it in his hand and begins to bounce over and over with glee, his arms raised, fist clenched in a victory dance. Higher and higher, flipping once, twice, three times. Emma laughs with joy as she realizes that the young man had to have been in a conversation with a girl, and she has agreed to go on a date with him.
Tears of pleasure run down Emma’s face as she thinks about the sheer delight the young guy is experiencing in anticipation of what might be. The uninhibited release of such satisfaction that for this moment, he has won the prize, the total victory he was striving for.
The radiant look of happiness on his face as he jumps and cries out in joy over such a small thing, but such a major thing for him at this point in his life.
Later that night before sleeping she tells Donald about what she observed, and he holds her tight telling her that yes, it sounds like the start of something which will be possibly wonderful for the young man. But at that point, just the expectation of what might be could be an even greater thrill for him.
Donald sighs some thinking about what had transpired between them this afternoon and can so relate to the trampoline jumper in the self-satisfaction that he will have a date with the girl of his dreams.
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The next morning, Donald and Emma are up at nine o’clock. Bathed, dressed, and packed up by ten. Yesterday while she was driving, Emma saw some signs on the way into to Atlanta, Georgia for some orchards just outside the city, on the route they will take home.
Over breakfast, Emma suggests they stop at one to get some fruit and pecans. She tells Donald that her grandmother had a wonderful, secret recipe for making whiskey-soaked pecans. She only got to eat a few of them growing up, and only once on her eighteenth birthday in a wonderful whiskey drink. She would like to try it again. Plus, those soaked pecans did make the best pecan pie.
Donald is all in for this idea. The possibility of what their harvest could produce edges him on to make this happen. There would be time to stop and pick some pecans and still get back home by evening.
So off to the orchard they go. There, they chose to pick the pecans themselves. The nuts are just starting to ripen and fall from the trees. The owners directed them towards the back of the orchard where the trees were, explaining they had just mowed under the trees the day before, so picking the ripened nuts off the ground should be easy.
Donald and Emma follow the path as they are directed and spend about an hour harvesting a couple of bushels of pecans. They will have to shell them all at home, but the thought of the fresh, raw, pecans for them to enjoy right off the tree, and how Emma describes the things she can make with them, gives them so much incentive.
As they finish, Emma stands looking up at the tree with a different expression on her face. Donald asks what she is thinking.
Emma tells him that the lower branches are not that high up, and she has never climbed a tree or even sat on a branch. Donald chuckles a little and tells her they will resolve that right away. Lifting her up, over his shoulders to place her on the branch of the pecan tree.
Emma giggles with delight, here she is a forty-plus woman sitting in a tree for the first time. She feels so free and happy.
And then something overcomes her.
Emma leans back and dangles by her knees from the tree branch. Looking at the world from this viewpoint is so different and satisfying.
Donald, concerned runs around the tree to stand in front of her hanging torso. She laughs with glee seeing him this way.
“Donald, come here,” Emma beckons him.
He steps close to her hanging and is very surprised when she unzips his pants and pushes them and his underwear down.
She is hanging at the perfect level. She lifts Donald’s shaft up to her lips and takes his glans into her mouth to enjoy. Donald is astonished at what is happening to him, but the first touch of her tongue on the back of his shaft hardens him immediately.
‘What is this woman doing to him, and how can she be so sexually charged?’ Donald wonders as he enjoys ever lick and suck being given. Being done as Emma is hanging down from the tree branch!
Then Donald does focus some and sees that Emma’s dress is flipped down, being held by her armpits covering her some as she sucks him. Her pussy is in front of his face, almost winking at him.
This morning he had dressed Emma in very skimpy thong panties. The small ‘V’ over her pussy barely covered it. And now that is on full display seeming to be begging for attention.
Donald does not need any more incentive as he feels himself throbbing and shaking from Emma’s mouth service a bit below.
He pushes the sheer fabric to the side and descends on Emma’s cunt. So wet and waiting for him. Emma lets out a gasp of surprise when she feels his lips on her for this first time. The gasp and aftereffects do cause her to bite his shaft just a bit. Not too much, but enough for Donald to join in her gasp.
This unique and never would have been thought of position. Emma hanging down from a branch, upside-down, sucking at Donald’s cock. He leaning in to pleasure her pussy dangling in front of him is so new and original.
In a word, it is almost perfect. (Perfect being only when Donald is fully up in Emma as they both throb and shake). But this is subliminal for them both.
They can not keep their lips and mouths off each other. In this gymnastic venture, they are both being so satisfied, as they quench each other’s need.
Who could ever believe that a lonely pecan tree could offer such sexual delights?
Emma thinks of this as she hangs from its limb and hopes that the tree is also enjoying the euphoria that is now happening.
She pulls Donald closer and closer to her to take more of his cock into her mouth to suck and pleasure. The result of pulling him closer to experience this is that he is in such intimate contact with Emma’s dripping slit, clit, and vag. All calling to him to come please her today.
Which he is more than willing to do as he feels his prick enlarging and pulsating within Emma’s mouth. Oh, his second favorite place for his dick to be. If he cannot be up deep in Emma’s vag, then here in her mouth as it licks and sucks him is his second heaven.
Their hanging, oral sexual play continues for a while. Emma can spread her legs on the tree branch enough for Donald to have full access, with panties pushed aside, to Emma’s cunt.
Emma sucking and hand playing with Donald’s prick as she hangs from the tree makes both of them move from being horny to at the brink of sexual explosion.
Donald thinks, ‘If Emma presses her tongue against the back of my shaft there, below my glans, one more time I will not be able to hold back.’
While Emma at the same moment is thinking, ‘If Donald even licks the tip of my clit again, it is all over for me.’
And so, each unknowingly does exactly what the other needs. Emma’s tongue pressing at that perfect spot for Donald; Donald whisking over Emma’s clit perfectly; they both cry out in unison exclaiming their momentary joy.
It takes a few minutes for them to compose themselves, Donald lifts Emma down from the tree. They mentally shake off what they just experienced while physically dusting off the leaves. Each hoist one of the bushels and both on shaky legs, move towards the stand to pay for what they have picked.
Back in the car, Donald starts on the last leg of the journey back home. Both are so quiet, trying to resolve what just happened between them in the orchard. And both, individually wonder.
Once again, they have stepped over a line, finding this new and erotic adventure to delve into. It really wasn’t anything that extreme which happened in the orchard, but they keep pushing the boundaries some. How far would they go before perhaps destroying everything?
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E095: Richmond, VA
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Posted:Jul 9, 2019 9:57 am
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Around one in the morning, they moved to the big bed awaiting them. While they always sleep interlocked together, the extra space around them after the small beds of the last several days is appreciated.
They sleep long and hard. It is near nine when they awake. Donald orders room service and they shower while they wait for it to arrive. Eating breakfast in front of the window, they see the morning view without all the bright lights. It still is captivating.
And Emma squirms with delight to herself that she has now visited New York City, and what a visit it is.
The valet pulls their vehicle up and they are headed south by ten-thirty. The next two days drives will be longer, but Donald does want to reach home by Saturday.
Before he starts, he pulls the vibrator from Emma’s purse and plugs in into the car charger to get it ready for action when needed.
They head to Richmond, Virginia for their stop for the night. Emma fully realizes that the whole travel itinerary has been carefully planned by Donald, and even with some of the ‘detours’ they took, all is going as he planned.
Emma feels a warm glow flow through her as she appreciates the time and thought Donald has put into making this trip so perfect.
About two hours into the drive, Donald opens the console and removes the charged vibrator. Emma looks at him and giggles.
“Emma, I want you to show me how you can satisfy yourself while I drive,” Donald commands her as he hands her the wand.
Emma gulps takes the vibe and spreads her legs. She twists in her seat some so Donald,, glancing over will be able to see the vibrator in action on her cunt. She lifts her dress just a bit, as she wonders if passing semis will be able to look down and see what she is doing. The thought of being on display again starts her throbbing.
She turns on the vibrator on low. And presses it against her panties to run up and now her slit through the fabric. Donald allows her to play at this basic level for a few minutes as he switches his attention back and forth from the road ahead and the lovely display being provided next to him.
He tells Emma she needs to increase the speed now that she is warmed up enough. And suddenly feeling in that sub place following all Donald commands of her she replies, “Yes sir” and presses a few times to get to a higher, more intense setting.
Donald enjoys his glances at her squirming so as the impact of the vibrations stir her. He sees her pull the vibrator a little away from her, trying to give herself a reprieve for a moment.
“Emma, keep it pressed against you. I want to see you bring yourself to climax without so much playing around,” Donald admonishes her. The sternness in his voice makes her shiver and hurry to comply with his wishes.
She presses the head of the vibrator hard against her clit and lets it dance over her, doing what is needed to get her panting and shivering with what is not far off.
Her head is back against the headrest, her mouth open panting, her face and neck bright red as she feels her almost there.
Then a truck does come up next to their car and honks as it rides right beside them, the driver looking down at the delightful scene taking place beside him. Such a nice surprise to break up the tedium of the drive.
Donald tells Emma to turn her head and wink at him so he knows she appreciates his attention. Doing so out the window is like when she played with herself in front of the computer weeks ago. It does take her over the edge and she cums shaking violently as wave after wave crashes over her. The truck driver gives a final toot and moves ahead of them.
Emma’s face remains red, even as she comes down from the climax, somewhat embarrassed about being watched, but then this other part of her almost purrs with contentment that she had two men watching her in such an act.
She wipes the vibrator down, plugs it back in and returns it to it hiding place in the console. This will be a wonderful added accessory for the Navigator.
They arrive in Richmond, Virginia around four-thirty in the afternoon. Both feel warm, tired, and sore from the drive. They have been in the car so much these last two weeks.
They go to their room and quickly strip and are in the tub bathing. They keep the water tepid so as not to become hotter. They take their time twisting and turning together washing each other completely. It is a lazy bath, and while both get provoked some by each other’s touch, they do not want to press it to something more right now.
After the bath, Donald quickly dries Emma’s hair, and they fall on the bed, not even getting under the covers, and drop off to sleep for a couple of hours.
Around seven they wake refreshed and hungry. They had nibbled on things from the food Dorothy and Maude had sent them on their way with while they drove, so they had eaten during the day as they drove. But it was not that much, and now cooler and rested did want something substantial to eat.
They quickly dress and drive to a nearby winery, which also serves dinner.
Before they eat, they go into the winery’s tasting room to sample the house selections. After sampling three or four, the sommelier asks if they would like to view the wine cellar. Donald immediately accepts the invitation, and he leads them to the steps down to it. Just then a large group enters the tasting room, and he apologizes that he can not give them a full tour, but to please go look around themselves.
They go down the steps and enter a cool, stone walled cellar. Rows and rows of wine are lined through the room. They wander through each aisle, looking at the different varieties offered. They go farther back in the vault and come to a row of just barreled wine, waiting to be placed on the racks to age.
It is interesting to see the new wine just finished. And over to the side, they see the equipment of the vineyard’s winery.
After finishing looking around, which really did not take that long, Donald turns Emma to one of the barrels which is about waist high and tells her to lean over it and hold its sides. Emma still in the mindset to follow all that Donald tells her to do just replies, “Yes sir” and bends over the lid.
She feels him lift her dress up over her back, lower her panties to her knees, and then the head of his penis rubbing against first her crack up and down, then settling in her slit to be moistened by her juices.
Emma feels the first hard drive into her as she realizes that Donald has been needing a release since her performance in the car on the way.
He bangs against her over and over, her stomach and thighs hitting the barrel over and over. She might end up with a couple of bruises, but it is well worth it for how wonderful it is feeling at the moment.
Donald is quivering with excitement inside her, and she begins to shudder against him as the sides of her vagina begin to contract and release against him.
Faster and harder, he rams into her. His whole being seeming to pulsate with each thrust. She begins to hear a deep rumbling coming up out of him, ready to escape. She moves her hands back to his ass cheeks, and her fingers near his asshole help bring him closer and closer to her with each push.
She is on edge now, ready to burst herself as she feels Donald press in one more deep time and shaking blasts his wad up in her with a low growl of satisfaction.
Emma takes her hands from his ass and leans against the barrel recuperating as Donald kisses the back of her neck. He lifts her panties and lowers her dress. Adjusts himself back into his pants after he wipes himself against the back of Emma’s panties to clean himself.
They are barely back to normal, walking towards the stairs when the sommelier joins them and asks if they enjoyed their tour. The assured them they truly had and thank him for the opportunity.
Upstairs they enter the dining room and have an appropriate meal to accompany the wine they had selected. It was fun that the Burgundy Donald chooses is the same type as is in the barrel they have just been over.
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E094: The bright lights of New York City
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Posted:Jul 8, 2019 10:12 am
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After a big breakfast the next morning, for some reason both are rather hungry, Donald and Emma lock up his aunt’s house and they are on the road.
Several of the Matchbox cars have been packed in the suitcase.
Donald tells Emma, “Our next stop is New York City for the night. I have all sorts of surprises for you today.”
Emma wonders what will be ahead for her in the big apple.
Four hours later, Donald pulls into the front of a lavish hotel on Forty-Fourth Street. A porter hurries to their car, opening the door first for Donald, and then Emma. Donald shows him which bag to take in for them. Then he tips the valet who comes to park their car for them.
Inside, Donald registers and a bellboy now takes their bags and leads them to the elevator and up to the forty-fifth floor. Not the top floor, but the view out over Times Square is breathtaking.
Donald hurriedly unpacks for them and helps Emma into a new dress, A lovely summer dress with a white background and lime green and bright blue flower pattern. He takes out the panties he plans for her to wear but puts them in a larger white shoulder purse he is packing for her.
He explains that it will be safer for her to have the purse strapped over her shoulders when they are out walking about. She doesn’t attention to what he is putting in her purse. She knows he will have her ID, but for , Donald takes care of everything for them.
Emma has in this short time come to accept and appreciate Donald’s getting her ready each day, even to the shoes and purses she uses. He always makes sure she has her phone and ID, and when she is going to meetings or out alone for anything, she might need or want.
While he is leaving her panties off her, which she does enjoy, she is glad the dress comes to just below her knees so she will not be suddenly exposing herself to anyone.
He seems to be in a hurry right now getting them ready. He is wearing a grey suit and tie for some reason. They go down to the lobby, and out front, the porter hails a cab for them. Donald just says that they want to go to Sixty-First Street and Second Avenue.
They are on their way, Emma wondering where they are heading. But she is overwhelmed looking around her at all the sights of the city as they head to their destination. At the corner of the cross-streets, Donald helps her out of the cab. She looks around wondering what they are doing here. But Donald, his hand familiarly on Emma’s ass, directs her across the street and down the block a bit.
When he stops her, she sees she is standing in front of a very elegant adult toy store. When they enter, she observes several dark wood desks and display cases around the reception area. A salesperson comes up to them immediately and welcomes them, asking if there was anything special they are looking for or would they like to look around some first.
Donald replies that they would like to browse for a bit, and they are led to a large merchandise room. Tables with all sorts of toys displayed by category, all pristine and attractively displayed.
Emma has never been in an adult toy store before, only that time at the paddle shop was it even close, but she knows this store is much more upscale than what you would find in the suburbs. The smell of the place alone gives off the scent of aristocracy.
They wander around the room, Emma giving small gasps at some of the things on display. There is everything to mild playfulness to very hardcore hoods, apparatuses, and equipment. She is grateful when Donald pilots over to an enormous collection of vibrators.
He begins turning different ones on, trying the various settings offered and seeing how strong they seem. The best ones appeared to be the rechargeable ones. Emma watches as he cups his hand around one after another, feeling the power. The ones he seemed to like best, he runs up and down Emma’s bare arms making her shiver.
Then when he begins to run some down her hips, over her cheeks and thighs, she knows she is starting to drip. Two of them, both rather powerful, he holds against her stomach and mons through her dress. At the time he has positioned her in front of him facing the table, so his actions are not really noticeable.
Finally, he calls to the clerk to ask for help. He shows the clerk three that he is interested in but would like to know the pros and cons of each, which would be the best one. The clerk directs them to one of the desks, which are all at a very discreet distance from each other.
Emma looks around a little and sees three other desks have customers with clerks at them. Two other couples and one just a man alone. She tries to hide her glances but is so interested in what each could be purchasing.
One couple is looking at handcuffs and masks. The other at different revealing lingerie. Emma is curious when she sees the man lift little swatches of the fabric and licks them. The swatch just seems to disappear from the wetness of his tongue.
She shivers at the idea of what it would be like to wear such underwear and Donald dissolving them on her.
The man alone interest seems to be in canes and switches. He stands and swings several canes one after the other, and Emma shakes in a different way knowing she would never want to experience that. The crop Donald uses on her when she is ‘exercising’ is more than enough for her, thank you very much.
She turns her attention back to the discussion Donald and their clerk are having. It seems Donald has chosen the vibrator he wants. He then asks the clerk for some of the best lubricant they have, which the clerk goes to get. Donald tells Emma to open her bag, and he reaches in and takes out a portable charger and plugs the vibrator into it and returns both to Emma’s purse.
It will be ready for use soon.
Now Donald saw Emma peeking around the room and her look when seeing the edible panties. When the clerk returned with the lubricant for his approval, Donald asks him to show them some of these panties also.
Emma is beside herself with the great expectations of the delights they might offer. Donald tries a few swatches, and even lifts one to Emma’s lips for her to try. The sweet stickiness she feels on her tongue as the fabric dissolves is a new sensation.
Donald adds several of them, and a few bottles of the lube as it does seem top of the line, to their shopping bag.
He turns to Emma and tells her, “Well, dear, as these are all things for you; it seems, perhaps you should be paying for them.”
Emma sputters in surprise at the comment, and the clerk just smiling at her. She reaches into her bag and finds her wallet and charge card. She hands it to the clerk and is somewhat shocked to see the total of what they bought is over five hundred dollars.
She is not worried, it is not the expense, she has the for their new delightful toys. But the fact that the store’s name will be listed on her credit card statement as to where she spent so much makes her blush some.
(Emma will in time find she had nothing to worry about, as when her statement comes, the name of the vendor for this purchase is some respectable sounding company. She then realizes that this was just one more lesson from Donald, about being unafraid and open to things more).
Leaving the store, with their new purchases also stored in Emma’s purse, Donald hails a cab and tells it to take them to Columbus Circle. When they get out, Emma sees that they are at one of the entrances of Central Park. How wonderful to see this place that she had read and watched so much about.
They have not walked far, and dusk is coming, when they reach one of the arched tunnels of the Park. No one is around, so when Donald and Emma are about halfway through, he backs her up to the cold semi-damp brick wall on the side. It is rather dim here.
Donald kisses her profoundly. Over and over. He is finding he cannot get enough of Emma’s lips and mouth. Kissing her so does arouse him so easily.
He leans and opens her purse. Pulls out the small, strong vibrator she just bought, unplugs the charger and turns it on. The low hum of it seems to echo off the walls of the tunnel.
Pressing against Emma, he lifts her dress enough to bring the vibrator up to her labia. Without hesitation, she spreads her legs to allow Donald to run it up and down her valley of lust. Oh, it feels so good.
And then Donald turns it up to the high throbbing setting and settles it on her clitoris. Emma grabs his neck to steady herself from this wonderful assault happening to her.
Donald has used vibrators on her before, but this one far surpasses them. And to her well worth the . Her legs are shaking as she clings to him for support. She keeps looking around, so afraid someone will catch them in this act.
But when they hear someone entering the tunnel, Donald presses up close to her body and begins kissing her over and over. As the people walk by, they just think a couple is using this more of this secluded spot to make out. It is a young couple in their twenties, who laugh as they are past them, and the man calls to them, “You go for it, old man.”
Donald is annoyed at being called an old man but realizes that, yes, at over twice their age, it would appear like that to relative . But he turns his attention back to Emma’s heavy breathing. He knows she is almost at the cusp; he switches the setting to a steady hard vibration, and she cries out. Clinging to him for dear life, she gasps and pants as she cums, her juices dripping down her leg to the ground.
Yes, this will be a good toy for her.
Donald turns it off, wipes it with his handkerchief and then dries her legs and cunt some as best he can. He opens her purse, drops the vibrator in it, and pulls her panties out. He makes sure no one is coming, and then helps her into them.
“I think for what is ahead for this evening you should be covered,” he tells her laughingly.
They walk the rest of the way out the tunnel, arm in arm, and just past the entrance, a and carriage are waiting for them. It is five-thirty on the , just as Donald planned.
He shows the drive his reservation, and they climb into the carriage. Emma now realizes that everything happening today has been arranged and reserved for them. She is amused at how he seems to have everything timed perfectly.
The ride through Central Park is enjoyable, Emma seeing many of the famous sites as they go along. After a half hour, they pull in front of the Tavern on the Green. Oh! Donald has planned for them to have dinner here. How wonderful.
They are quickly seated at a table and Donald orders cocktails for them. Over them, he asks her what she would like to eat. Emma grins at him wickedly then looks at the menu.
The dinner is divine. Starting with snow crab claws, then roasted garlic shrimp, grilled fish, and finishing with cream brulee and cordials. They take their time over the meal, but when seventy-thirty approaches, Donald says they need to get going.
‘What does he have planned now?’ Emma wonders. ‘This day’s adventures have been fabulous so far, what more could top it.’
She soon learns when they walk the short way down the street to the Vivian Beaumont Theater. As Donald goes to the ticket box to pick up their will tickets, Emma looks up at the Marquee and sees that it is My Fair Lady they are going to.
How perfect and appropriate. All the molding and teaching Donald has done for her, she realizes he is her Professor Higgins. And while she was not a guttersnipe like Liza, she did have so much to learn. She hugs Donald with gratitude when he has gotten the tickets. And then is overjoyed and can hardly contain herself when they are led to seats in the fourth row of the orchestra section. The view of the stage is going to be magnificent.
The is more than Emma could expect. She often goes to local community theater shows and watches telecasts of plays on television, but this is the first time she is seeing a professional performance. Throughout the play, she squeezes Donald’s hand, arm or leg when each scene is enacted.
Donald is thrilled that she is so mesmerized by the play.
After, waiting for a cab, she chatters on and on about the show, going back over every detail in a beguiling way. In the cab, she leans her head on his shoulder and tells him what a wonderful day he has given her. And how kind it is for him to plan it out in such detail.
Back in their room, before Donald turns any lights on, she hurries to the window to look out at the dazzling luminosity below. Time Square is alive with activities, and all the radiance of the signs and buildings around them is breathtaking.
She is so entranced with the view she at first does not notice Donald come up behind her until she hears a faint movement.
She feels his naked, body against her as he unzips her dress and lowers it down her arms, her hips, thighs and to the ground. Her bra is unhooked and tossed aside. Then her panties slowly pulled down as he caresses her cheeks and thighs as he does.
Still facing the window and the view, she is enchanted as he runs his fingers and hands all over her, exploring her like for the first time.
“Are you enjoying the view, Emma?” he asks her. “Why don’t you sit down so to be more comfortable.”
With that, he sits on the desk chair he has pulled in front of the window and pulls her on his lap. His hard prick is waiting for her, and as wet as she is from all the stimulus around her, Emma slides right on his member.
She gives out a low sigh as she feels Donald fully up in her.
They sit contently like that for a while, just gazing out at the panoramic view before them.
Then as Donald feels her throbbing begin, and his cock is shaking in anticipation, they rhythmically move together to climb the mountain of lust.
As Emma begins to climax for the first time, she cries out, “Oh, Professor Higgins, thank you.” She somewhat recoils from what has just escaped her lips, but as Donald begins to laugh, she joins him. The feeling of the laugher making Donald’s cock jiggle as Emma’s sides clench against this different feeling.
Perhaps laughter is the best medicine or aphrodisiac.
Together, as they watch the bright lights of Broadway, they synchronize their movements, and both reach the ultimate pleasure in seconds of each other.
Emma leans back against Donald’s chest, and they just sit like this looking out, Donald warm up in her, both so happy to be sharing this moment, this whole day, together.
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E093: Donald’s Boston home
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Posted:Jul 7, 2019 10:04 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 2:2 am
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As they drive to Boston, Donald points out things to Emma as she snaps pictures to add to her collection. She has gotten some wonderful shots with Dorothy and Maude, one of all four of them laughing together that she plans to have printed and framed for the women.
Almost there, driving down the brick covered streets leading to his home, Emma is impressed with the neighborhood and how Old World it looks. Donald pulls into the back gate to the house but has her walk with him around to the front for her to enter the house by the front door.
He carries their suitcase for the night, opens the door, and allows Emma to walk into the vestibule. As she looks around the entrance, Donald drops the suitcase to the floor, closes the door and spins Emma to have her back to it.
Then he starts to kiss her. Just a beginning peck which leads to deep, deep, never-ending kisses between them. Emma’s arms are around his neck as she leans against the door almost swooning from the feel of his lips and tongue greedily devouring her. They go on this way for over fifteen minutes, barely breaking away to catch their breaths before back with their lips locked together in uncompromising lust.
As Donald presses against her, she feels his cock hardening against her stomach. How quickly just kissing her has excited him. He takes her hand and leads it to his crotch for her to feel what she has done to him with mere kisses. She caresses against his shorts, then moves her hand to the cuff, up and in to squeeze him through his underwear, all the while still kissing.
They have often kissed long and hard before, but never this long, or standing as they are. Donald holds her close to him, only her hand between them playing his flute. His hands reach behind her and cup her ass, rubbing them as he pulls her closer and closer to them.
After about twenty minutes, they begin to feel the heat of the room, not just from them, but because the house has been closed up for months now. They reluctantly pull apart, for the moment.
Donald shows her around the downstairs, which surprises her a great deal with how light and airy it all is. The house must have been redone, for the most part, especially the kitchen, which is all new and modern but keeping the historic feel. The marble island in the center looks so cool and inviting. And they both realize this at the same time.
Emma’s dress is up and off her, her underwear thrown to the floor; the same frenzy of activity also has Donald naked just as quickly. He lifts Emma up onto the island and then climbs up between her knees. The coolness and gloss of the marble slab are so inviting. Donald is thrusting in her with his hard cock immediately.
Emma’s legs spread wide, dripping, is a ready receptacle. Every time Emma feels Donald’s firm hardness up in her is like the first time over and over for the first few thrusts. It amazes her still that he continues to want to be with her this way. She just hopes he never tires of her.
The quick reddening of Donald’s face and shoulders is a sign for Emma that this coupling will not last long. But that is okay. It is times like this that the build-up overtakes them both. And after all the preliminary kisses which have led them to this moment of fevered passion.
Donald seems to go into his own zone, feeling the wonderful throbs of Emma against him. Holding him tight before letting him move again. Feeling her sides milk his prick, trying to encourage every drop of semen from him.
No, it does not take long until he explodes up in her. Then a pause as his whole body shudders against her, then another wave of cum spurts from him. He has never cum this hard that he can remember. He feels totally drained.
He leans and kisses Emma again for a good while, remembering what a short while ago led to this acute release now. He pushes her damp hair from her face and gazes deeply into her eyes, so thankful that this surprising woman has entered his life and wants to be with him.
After a bit, they manage to roll off the table, and Emma hurries to the sink to get a wet rag to clean up any evidence. She ponders if Dorothy and Maude had ever found themselves on this island. But then remembering the worktable in the greenhouse, she smiles, knowing that they surely have.
Naked now and feeling the cooling of the air conditioning Donald switches on, they continue to tour the house. A lovely library, billiards room, dining room, and sunroom on the main floor. Up the winding wooden staircase to see the four rooms and three baths, and then up one more flight to see a small ’s playroom, left intact from when Donald’s grandfather was a living there, and two smaller bedrooms. Donald explained that back in the day, that is where the nanny and servants slept.
Emma is enchanted about the history hidden in this house. Servants and nannies. She knew her great-grandparents, and perhaps even her grandparents when young did have nannies and servants at the beck and call of the family. And even Anna did have that nanny it seems that watched them both on Wednesdays. Interestingly, both her and Donald’s pasts hold so much in common.
But what she most enjoys is seeing Donald’s bedroom here. She is underneath a little envious, as besides a nice double bed, like what she had in her own room growing up, shelves and bookcases are overflowing with books, models, rockets, race cars. Much like his room at the Cape, but even more so, and showing how he evolved as he grew up, but still keeping childhood remembrances.
Her room at her home growing up was more or less barren, one small bookcase with a few favorite books, and two dolls which she kept in pristine condition. Oh, downstairs was the piano she had lessons on, and a small desk in the corner of her father’s study where she would do her homework under his supervision. But really nothing to give any clues about herself.
Seeing close up a totally different world than what she grew up in is opening her eyes so much. It wasn’t that her parents were mean, indifferent, or cruel to her. They just were so wrapped up in themselves. And as it seems now, her mother, in other pursuits too. They were kind to her but did not really pay that much attention to her. They showed the proper concern and consideration which society expected of them for their social status, but for the most part, she was left to fend for herself.
She now realizes they really did not push her to interact with other , teens, or even adults as she grew up that much. Yes, she and Susan’s , Anna, were friends of a sort, but there were never any sleepovers or true sharing of confidences.
She doesn’t fault her parents; it is just now that she is truly seeing something so different that it makes her eyes open more to what her life was. And she also realizes that Donald is beginning to understand that too and is being so caring towards her as he comes to know her more fully.
She shakes her head hard to remove all these thoughts; why did they come rushing over her so, seeing Donald’s bedroom, she ponders.
Donald leaves her to explore his room some and goes downstairs to return with a plate of cheese and Greek olives, and a bottle of wine and glasses. He finds Emma playing with some of his Matchbox cars, running them back and forth over his desktop. He is amused to see her engaged in such activity.
He opens his closet, and from an upper shelf lifts down a tarp he used when camping in Scouts. Emma looks at him, quizzically. He lays it on the bed and helps her to sit on it. He pours them both a glass of wine, which they sip on.
Then he tells her to lie back against the pillows, which she does.
He takes the sharp cheddar cheese and begins to crumble it down from her chin, her neck, between her breasts, with a slight detour to add a bit around each of her lovely orbs. Over her stomach, in her belly button, down, down, over her mons.
Emma is responding now to the feeling of the soft dropping on her body and instinctively spreads her legs wide.
Yes, the cheese crumbs continue down, filling her slit and around her labia, even some in the crease in her thighs. Donald smiles down on her letting her know she is ready for his feast.
He lifts her wine to her lips for another sip, feeds her a bit of the cheese, and then after a sip of wine for himself begins to descend.
Placing the last pieces of cheese on her forehead, her nose, cheeks and lips, he begins. Nibbling and kissing as he does her forehead, now down to Emma’s nose to capture that morsel. Spending much time taking in the piece on her lips and then sharing it with her as it melts on their tongues as they kiss and kiss.
By the time he moves past her neck, shoulders, and to her breast, capturing every tidbit, he left, Emma is starting to throb. It is like he is Hansel, leaving a path for him to follow out of his enchanting forest. Luckily, this time, the birds have not eaten the droppings.
As Donald sucks her tits taking in more bites, Emma begins to moan. And as he moves down over her stomach, licking up each speck of cheese, she is beyond belief. His tongue dipping into her belly button to pluck the delight from there sends her to new heights.
Over her mons, he goes, collecting all his leavings, and then down, around her chest of pleasures to pick up the last little offering around her creases and sides.
When she doesn’t think she can stand it anymore, he dives into her cave to seize the last treasures from her, so more valuable with her wetness adding to the sharpness of the cheese. Emma crows with excitement as she feels his tongue beginning to offer the wonderful good vibrations against her clit.
She lifts herself up to his mouth to have more pressure against this delicate pearl needing this immediate attention. Donald does not fail her, and before she can even complete a countdown, she is rocketed into space, screaming out as she orgasms so hard and completely.
Donald moves to her side after her breathing calms, he helps her take another sip of the wine and starts to feed her small bits of cheese which she did not get to have as he had.
Finished with their small meal, they just fall into exhausted to sleep for a while.
A couple hours later, Emma slides from the bed, and after a short trip to the bathroom, she returns to the bed holding a couple of the Matchbox cars in her hand. She also spies the olives they had not eaten.
The covers have been tossed to the bottom of the bed, and Donald lies on his back, his beautiful body exposed to her.
After eating a couple of the delicious olives, she takes one and slides it wide over Donald’s glans.
Emma picks up the two small cars and begins to run them up and down his legs, pretending they are racing against each other. It is a silly little regression to things she never got to do when young, but she is just enjoying herself running this racecourse over his legs, then up to his thighs, over his shoulders, and down his arms.
She giggles softly with delight when she envisions the winning car crossing the finish line at his mons and the olive prize to achieve.
Donald awakes shortly after Emma begins this game, and through slit eyes, he watches her glee and hears her soft commentary over what is going on. It delights him to see such sweet elation on her face as she plays. And the feel of the small wheels running over his body is rather enjoyable.
When Emma ends the race with a little louder cheer and bends to capture the olive, as she does, Donald grabs her by the waist and asks who the champion is. She jumps, startled but falls against him, laughing in pure happiness.
“You, of course, I am sure you could win any Grand Prix,” she tells him.
Emma tells him to roll on his stomach, and now she begins a race around a track. Sitting on the back of his knees, starting at the bottom of his neck, she runs the car down his shoulder blades, his sides, and hips. Circles each cheek before running the cars up his crack and spine to continue the race on the other side. Over and over she goes, telling him to count the laps as the timekeeper.
The small tires running over his body are like tiny vibrators against each nerve. The feeling is starting to stir his loins. After about ten laps he can feel himself hardening, and he lifts his ass some, telling her the terrain now has some hills.
Emma laughs with joy at this game and makes sure to run the cars gently over his balls as she dives down into the valley from his hill. “The drivers have to go slowly and carefully over this part as it is very bumpy,” she tells Donald. He is grateful as he is not sure how the rubber tires would feel if dashed over his scrotum.
When Emma had completed nine more ‘laps’ Donald tells her they are coming into the home stretch, the flags are out, and the winner, if not the ‘racetrack’ wants his trophy. By now his testicles are filled to the max and release is soon needed. Donald can already feel a string of precum releasing.
Emma keeps the cars head to head for the final pass until just as she is coming up his spine for the last time, she lets one race ahead to cross the finish line first. As Donald cries, “And the winner and still champion is…” he flips over on his back and pulls Emma up to press her down on his hard dick. He continues, “The victor now holds his trophy high…” holding Emma up, so only his glans is in her, “and brings it down low for the crowd to admire,” dropping Emma down, so he is fully up in her.
“Now he is going to take his victory lap,” Donald goes on as he begins to pump Emma fast and hard making them both squeal out in glee.
It is a fast lap, and both of them cum quickly. Donald slows as his sperm swells out of him, and Emma clenches his shaft. Then, slower now, he continues to have her ride him one more lap around as they each reach a second, quieter climax.
Totally spent now, they collapse together on the bed, holding each other tight at first, then Donald takes the cars from Emma’s hands and places them on the nightstand. “Perhaps some of these cars should come home with us. I think I would like to try my hand at racing your Speedway,” he chuckles into Emma’s ear.
She just sighs contently thinking about the possibility.
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E092: Saying good-bye Tuesday morning
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Posted:Jul 4, 2019 3:08 pm
Last Updated:Jul 8, 2019 11:00 am
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Tuesday morning all are up by o’clock. Over breakfast, they about what Donald plans for their return trip south. He tells Dorothy that tonight he would like to stay in their Boston home for Emma to see it. Dorothy agrees readily with this plan.
“It’s not the most opulent house, but it is old and sturdy. It has been in our family for generations, almost since the first Ryan’s came to this country in the 00s,” Dorothy explains.
Emma is in awe. Her family has been leaders of their communities since the early 1800s, but to be inhabitants of the United States from even before is amazing to her.
Dorothy does assure her that many renovations and remodeling have occurred over the years, so not primitive, but keeping with the original foundation. Emma is excited to see it.
After breakfast is finished, Dorothy asks Donald to come with her as she would like to talk with him. Maude just nods to Emma that all is fine. After they leave the room, Maude and Emma take their time washing the dishes and talking. Maude telling more about her and Dorothy’s lives together.
“After our four years at college in wonderful bliss, and then two more years getting our master’s degrees at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, Massachusett, we were in this wonderful bubble of self-indulgence. We even managed to find summer jobs together so we would not have to return home for the summer. Oh, we spent a couple of weeks here on the Cape, and one visiting my parents, but from our sophomore year on, we were not apart.
After we finished our secondary degrees, our parents came up with the idea for us to spend time abroad, in Europe. It was 1967 the, and youth hostels were springing up all over Europe. The Beatles had just released Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Heart Club Band, trouble was brewing in the Middle East, but that would not affect us in Europe, inter-racial marriages were deemed unconstitutional, and gay rights were beginning to flourish.
Our parents wanted to reward us for making it all through our academic careers summa laude, and we relished the idea of time for us to together and enjoy our lust and love unencumbered.
Flying was an option, but on our way there we decided we would rather by ship. All we could think of was having days in be, mostly playing together.
By now, we had learned so many more ways to use our fingers, lips, tongues to satisfy each other all over. We had even bought some vibrators to stimulate each other, but it was funny, neither of us was ever really drawn to using a strapon. Our times with David and Bobby took care of that need. Together we just enjoyed the womanly touch to each other.
Armed with several converters for all our needs while in Europe to use our different ‘appliances’ we waved goodbye to our parents from the deck and then hurried to our room.
Grinning and giggling, we quickly undressed each other and fell into awaiting arms. Our kisses, with a taste of the ocean scent, were thrilling. Falling on the soft bed together was wonderful as we groped at each other, finding all the places each most enjoyed. It was two days until we surfaced from our room. The basket of fruits and treats our parent had sent kept us fed for any more than we needed than each other’s juices.
It was a frenzy of activity when we started as we pulled of port. Kissing and then licking and sucking each other’s breasts, then soon down between each other’s thighs, finding and playing with each other’s clits as we fingered each other’s g-spots to a mutual climax.
We would play, then sleep an hour or two and then back it again. It was a marathon we had created for ourselves. Actually more of a triathlon. We could not stop this fevered pace until we were both so sated and sore we were forced to.
By the end of the second day, we did come up for air a bit. We took a long leisurely bath together, washing each other fully with total delight. It was while doing so we came up with a new idea.
Both Dorothy and I were rather full, shall we say, in the mons department. And while thrilling to lick and suck each other hairs often, it did get in the way. It was Dorothy’s idea as she was soaping my pussy. Why didn’t we clip each other short to increase our enjoyment in that way?
The idea of feeling my short mons pressing and rubbing against Dorothy’s started my juices flowing. We soon were of the tub, a towel her, Dorothy’s legs over the end of the bed, spread wide. in a chair, glasses on – which I only wore for reading or close up work – and a pair of scissors and a comb in hand.”
Maude pauses and comments, “I should say I noticed that both you and Donald are well trimmed, don’t you feel it so liberating?” Before returning to her tale.
Just feeling each other’s skin so close it took things to a new dimension for us. But then I am getting ahead of myself.
I combed Dorothy’s hair in her mons, taking all the kinks carefully. That in itself was rather arousing for both of us. For her as I kept my finger running up and down her slit as I combed, for , naked before her gaze thinking about it soon being my turn. I held the first bit up in one hand and clipped close to her skin with the scissors. Over and over, starting the top of her mons, clearing the forest there, down to around her cave entrance. There I was so careful and peered so closely so not to nick her all.
It took almost a half hour, and the towel was covered in Auburn hair, but my love’s pussy, for the first time, was fully on display to me. I couldn’t help it, but after brushing away the remains of her hair I leaned and just gently kissed her labia. Then spread her lips wide as I first kissed all over her bare mons and then delved into her slit, vagina, ending on pressing her clit hood aside to begin to slide up and down and side by side on her clitoris bringing her to climax.
She shouted out with glee, telling me it never had felt so intense before.
Well, it was only moments later than the towel was shaken out, I was now on my back on it and Dorothy, wearing my glasses saying she wanted to be safe with what she was doing, was combing, and then clipping me clean.
When finished, we rolled together over and over, feeling our flesh so soft against each other.
The next night, when we did come to our senses, we dressed for dinner in three-quarter length gowns, but left our underwear off, and went down to dinner. To our surprise, we were seated at the captain’s table. Embarrassed that we missed the first three dinners, we gave the excuse that it took us a while to get our sea legs, it seemed. The Captain was distraught that we had not called for medical attention, but we assured him just sleeping got us through the worst of it.
Attention turned to other topics around the table, all delightful, but not as gratifying as us each, under the cover of the tablecloth, lifting each other’s dresses up and fingering each other’s lovely sheared beavers as we ate.
From that day on, we regularly clipped and trimmed each other so to keep that wonderful feeling together. And an amusing side story. When we returned from our European adventure and were with David and Bobby again, they were so aroused by our trim state they had us clean them up also, and they now keep each other trimmed all the time too. That did add to all of our thrill of playing together.”
Emma is enjoying Maude’s reminisces and would like them to go on, but Dorothy comes back into the kitchen where Emma and Maude are sitting at the table. There are tears in her eyes, which she brushes away.
Maude hurries to her and hugs her tightly. Emma is distraught, worried something horrible has happened, but Maude signals her over Dorothy’s head not to worry. But Emma wonders.
She does ask where Donald is now, and Dorothy tells her in a shaky voice that he has gone upstairs to finish packing. Emma hurries upstairs, leaving Dorothy sobbing quietly in Maude’s arms.
When Emma enters the room she wants to demand to know what has happened to put Dorothy is such a condition but stops in her path as she sees Donald with tears in his eyes too packing the last of their suitcases.
Something tells Emma that it is not her place to know, at least now, what has transpired between aunt and nephew. Instead, she just goes up behind him and hugs him tightly. Donald leans against her and sighs.
They finish packing and carry the suitcases downstairs. Surprising it is now approaching noon, and Emma and Maude are putting lunch on the table. Emma still has red-rimmed eyes, matching Donald’s in many ways, but she is full of smiles and cheer as she urges them to the table.
It is an excellent lunch; all are filled to the brim with exquisite seafood when done. They sit and talk, promising to return more often, and inviting Dorothy and Maude to come to visit them, trying to avoid the final farewell.
Donald is a bit overwhelmed about departing from his aunt, Maude, and the place he spent so many happy summers at. In the end, he pulls himself together and around two o’clock carries the bags to the car. Dorothy presses coolers and baskets filled with delectable delights for them to take home.
“Even if you just enjoy them on your journey back, it will keep us with you just a little longer,” Dorothy tells them.
And then the floodgates open, and all the women are in tears. Donald tries to stay staunch, but tears are forming in his eyes as they all hug and kiss each other goodbye. Donald and Dorothy clinging to each other like they were both trying to savor each other before their separation.
She tells him, with a slap on his ass cheek that he better not stay way so long ever again. He promises not too.
He and Emma climb in the car and waving as they pull out the drive they are on their way again. Soon for Emma to see Donald’s childhood home.
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E091: Labor Day
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Posted:Jul 1, 2019 12:18 pm
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Donald and Emma undress and lie close together in the bed. The only option 's possible in this narrow cot. They talk about what Dorothy and Maude revealed and their on-going relationship with David and Bobby.
All through their quiet chatting, they caress each other’s privates, enjoying the leisurely, gentle touch each is feeling as slowly the heat rises in them both.
Around three in the morning, both now perspiring a good bit, Donald suggests, “Let’s go down to the beach to sleep, it is too warm in here.”
Emma readily agrees.
Donald pulls two light blankets from the chest at the end of his bed. He wraps one around Emma and the other around himself, and they tiptoe down the staircase, out over the porch, and down the path to the beach.
Between the glow of the moon, and the sun just starting to peek over the horizon, they spread the blankets down and run hand in hand to the bay. The water cools their skin, but not the heat of desire filling them both.
They are quickly back on the blankets, twisting and turning to provide oral gratification to each other. Emma spreads her legs to allow Donald to lick and suck her slit. The slight roughness of his tongue makes her juices drip.
She has the shaft of his prick in her hand squeezing and jerking it as she takes his glans into her mouth to suck and lick. Donald feels her pressing the tip of her tongue into his slit a bit deeper and deeper. Her other hand is rubbing his balls back and forth against her palm. He moans with glee as he continues to travel over every millimeter of Emma’s pussy.
She squeals with appreciation as Donald’s tongue discovers the opening of her vagina, waiting restlessly for attention. Emma feels his tongue pressing up into her as she takes in more of his prick to suck on. Now her lips are just below the glans in sensitive little band below his mushroom cap. She bites it gently with her teeth before circling around it with her tongue.
Both are making each other so ready to consummate their joint passion. It is not much longer until Donald swings around and rolls Emma on her stomach. He lifts her ass enough for him to run his cock up and down her womanhood to wet it fully. Emma whimpers in anticipation, lifting her ass up more and spreading her legs wide.
Donald slaps each of her cheeks once and tells her to be patient. She gasps at the sting and just shakes her head to let him know she understands.
Now Donald decides to tease her more, make her wait for the final amusement. He just rubs his shaft up and down her slit, the glans tormenting her clit as she whines and wiggles, trying to feel his touch fully. He takes his peter away and runs the wet sticky glans up and down her crack; against her ass hole, playing he is going to enter her way.
Emma knows he is not going to fuck her in manner, as Donald is always careful to wear a rubber when they engage in , but just the small press against her opening makes her shiver with the unexpected pleasure of this pestering. As Donald plays her this way, back and forth between wetting himself more, then up and down her crack, they both are getting so aroused and anxious for final entry into Emma’s awaiting cave. She can already feel herself throbbing and clenching.
But as Donald continues to goad her, acting as if he might withhold the final joy from her, Emma realizes he is helping her to fall back into the role of his subordinate. And the frustration she is feeling with his torment helps her remember her place when he wants her there.
“Please, Sir, please,” is all Emma can gasp out.
Donald is overjoyed hearing her him ‘Sir,’ it has been a while since she has. He smacks her cheeks again and asks her, “Please? What do you want? What do you desire? Tell me what you are requesting.”
Tears of frustration are running down Emma’s face as she fumbles over her words, saying, “Sir, I am unworthy, but please, Sir, will you fuck me? Fuck me hard, Sir.”
Donald is satisfied with her reply and tells her since she has been so good, making her master so pleased on this trip, he will grant her this wish.
With , he trusts his manhood up deep inside her. Emma cries out in glee, feeling Donald up in her so fully. Her sides crush against him as he begins to repeatedly shove into her, each time a little deeper. Trying to access the beginning of her cervix it feels like. Emma is beside herself and just keeps whispering over and over, “Thank you, Sir, you are so kind. Thank you, Sir…”
To see Emma in this mindset as he enjoys the wetness and tightness she offers him is stimulating to Donald. He holds himself back from the final thrust and release as long as he can. Watching Emma’s body, moist again with perspiration in the of glowing moonlight mixed with the pink radiance of the rising sun, is miraculous.
Donald continues to slide his dick into her over and over. He knows he does not have long to go before he needs to release. He lifts his hand to Emma’s clit, presses back the hood and begins to orbit her planet.
He knows this will take her over the brink, and he hears her guttural moan as her back arches towards him, and she clamps against him throbbing. Yes, Emma is having her first release.
But Donald does not let up. Now he starts a wonderful tap dance on her clit as he thrusts in and out of her, enjoying Emma compressing against him with each drive into her.
It is not long now; both cannot hold back any longer. Emma is needing to explode once again as she feels Donald’s cock shaking in her signaling he is about to shoot his wad. And it happens. As Emma shouts out from climaxing a second time in moments, she feels Donald cum filling her and mixing with all her juices flowing from her.
They collapse on each other, breathing deeply to recover and then roll so Donald can hold her as they both fall fast asleep as the sun begins its ascent.
Lying there naked on the blankets, the cool morning breeze lulls them both into a deep sleep. They fall asleep around four in the morning and sleep until almost eight when Donald feels a foot gently kicking him awake.
He rolls towards the source and sees Maude standing over him. She has a bucket filled with clams in her hand.
She grins at him and says, “While it is lovely to see both of you this way as a start to the holiday today, perhaps you better collect yourselves before people start coming down to the beach.” Emma is lying on her back, so both of them is totally exposed to Maude for her appreciation.
Donald shakes his head to awaken, and grins back at her, apologizing saying he had not realized how late it already is. He nudges Emma awake as Maude tells him she had seen them when she came down to the beach to search for clams this morning. They were so sweet looking together asleep she decided to let them continue until she was done.
As Emma becomes alert to her surrounding, she sees Maude smiling her in appreciation of her glowing body. Emma blushes, realizing the state Maude is seeing her in, but after the other night over her knee and all happened, it seems only fair Maude could enjoy the view of her now.
They scurry to the cottage; their blankets wrapped around them as Maude follows her leisure. They enter the house and head for the stairs when Dorothy emerges from the kitchen. Dorothy laughs and says, “So Donald, you decided to camp out on the beach, did you? You did like to do when young, but then always alone, and with more than a blanket.”
Donald mumbles a reply, both he and Emma blushing deep red and hurry up the stairs to their room. There they could not help but fall together laughing being caught. Their blankets dropping to the floor as they hold each other, feeling their bodies together as they laugh with mirth.
Unbeknown to them, on rising this morning, Maude and Dorothy looked down on them both on the beach sleeping naked. They even went so far as to pull out binoculars to see the delightful display close up. Seeing the younger, tanned bodies, perhaps not perfectly fit, but a wonder to behold, was as good as gazing any painting in an art museum.
Maude had passed them when heading clamming but knew they had to have been up very late, so she let them sleep for the hour more as she filled her bucket. She and Dorothy will be making a delicious clam chowder for lunch from her morning efforts.
Dorothy calls up the stairs to Donald and Emma and suggests they get a little more sleep, as it is a few hours until the lunch picnic they will be attending.
And so, after a bit of tease and tickle between them, Emma and Donald do fall back to sleep for three more hours.
When they arise, they hurry to shower, there will be no playing together there this morning and are dressed and downstairs by eleven-thirty to help pack up the picnic baskets.
The block in Provincetown where the cottage is situated has a Labor Day picnic for all the summer residences before they begin to pack up and head back home evening. It always is a fun community event, and Dorothy and Maude are excited to show off Donald, home again, and now Emma too. The clam chowder, hot and ready is their contribution to the feast.
They pack the Navigator and head to the picnic which takes place on the beach close to the causeway near the tip of the Cape. Even those just summer for a few weeks each year the scattered resorts along the street join in the festivities.
Donald is surrounded by people offering hugs and greetings seeing him again after so many years. Dorothy and Maude beam at his reception. And Emma is not left out at all, she is hugged and kissed on the cheek in welcome. And even gets a few pinches to her ass from some of the old-timer men.
Lunch and the afternoon speeds by. So much good food, drink, and camaraderie makes the ending of summer perfect. Many of the younger families pack up by two o’clock to get on the road for the slow parade down the cape to the highway and home. All with regret another season the shore is now over.
Those older and now retired, laughed their ability to be able to take their time shutting up their cottages and enjoying into the Indian Summer still the cape. Dorothy and Maude do not head back to Boston until late September, early October anymore.
They all mingle and , moving from one picnic table to the next sharing memories and talking about more recent events. By the time the sun starts to descend, Donald is up to date about all he has missed over the last several years.
Everyone is enchanted with Emma and spills over each other, explaining any references made she might not understand.
As six o’clock approaches, they begin to pack up to head back to the cottage. All are tired, a little sunburned, and ready to it a day. Good-byes are said, and they leave, promising Donald and Emma will try to return each summer.
Hearing this, such a long-term promise from Donald stirs Emma’s heart. Did he really mean he feels they will be together from now on? She knows he has added her to his house deed and did tell her he saw them together from now on, but still in the back of her mind she wonders just how long this dream will last. It is hardly five months since she attended his lecture. Her mind whirls comprehending how far they have come in such a short period of time.
She wants it to continue forever, but she is not sure, not confident enough, to yet truly believe what is happening between them.
So when they are in bed by ten o’clock, exhausted from little sleep last night, and all the fresh air of today, she does rally enough to slide under the sheets, down, down over Donald’s chest, stomach and mons to find his awaiting tool.
She takes his dick into her mouth and begins to suck and it like a masterful flute, using her fingers to press the notes being played against his shaft. Donald does let out a song of delight as he feels her lips on him. But when she lifts her head from him for a moment to ask through the muffle of the sheet, “Sir, master, is this pleasing to you? Tell me what you desire,” he almost loses his load hearing this.
He pushes down the sheet to just over the back of Emma’s calves so he can watch her at work. He caresses her head and tells her she is pleasing him very much. They both sigh with happiness as Emma now takes him fully into her mouth.
Sucking him over and over her hands reach for his balls to lift them enough for her to suck on them some before returning to his shaft. And then the fingers of her other hand begin to circle his asshole and press against the opening over and over. Oh, he wants to feel himself up in her, but this right now is more than enough. She is bringing him to such a summit of bliss.
He doesn’t want to, but all the events of the day come crashing in, and he shortly cums. Emma sucks some of it up but lets the last bursts fall all over his mons. She wastes no time licking him clean, then moving up to be held in his arms tightly. His now flaccid phallus pressing against her crack they fall asleep for their last night, for now, in this narrow bed on the Cape.
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E090: More of Dorothy and Maude’s story
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Posted:Jun 30, 2019 4:39 pm
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After the adventure in the lighthouse, the four head for home. All have partaken the treats and drinks offered from the couple tending the lighthouse so have no need for lunch.
Emma and Donald don swimsuits and go to the beach for a while. They talk about taking the sailboat out again, but just lying in the sun other is so enjoyable they decide it would take too much effort. They realize they will not have another opportunity to this trip, but after their wonderful time, they want to keep as their memory of being sea together.
Maude and Dorothy putter around the house and garden some. Then Dorothy spends some time baking, and Maude begins to marinate steaks for dinner. They told the ‘’ to stay at the beach as long as they wanted to this afternoon, so it is approaching seven when they arrive back at the house.
Maude starts up the grill while they quickly showered and changed, taking a few minutes to rub aloe and lotion all over each other from the afternoon in the sun.
They have dinner at the picnic table in the yard, and all are well filled when finishing around nine pm. They quickly clean up, and then all move to sit on the porch looking out at the bay in the twilight. Lighting bugs blink over the yard, making it look like a fairyland. Especially with the tiny white lights, Dorothy and Maude had strung around the greenhouse.
Donald and Emma sit in a glider side by side and Dorothy and Maude in rocking chairs next to each other. All have drinks to sip on as they sit contently, first in quiet solitude then Maude begins to tell the next part of her and Dorothy’s story. Emma and Donald are happy to hear more and lean back in the glider to listen.
Maude picks up the tale from their first kiss:
“Our first kiss led to many others night. Never had a kiss felt sweeter and more delightful to me. So different from the men I had kissed and something I suddenly knew I preferred, or enjoyed, in a totally different way. Clinging to each other neither of us wanted this to end.
But after a bit, we reluctantly pulled apart and just stared into each other’s eyes. We both nodded to confirm what just happened between us was perfect and as it should be.
The rest of year went slow. We did regularly ‘check’ each other’s breasts and soon were sucking each other’s tits on a daily basis. We would separate for classes, but as soon as finished were playing together on one or the other of our beds until the chime of the dinner bell.
We hid our developing love, and lust, well from others. No one suspected. And after the first month of only us together each day and evening, we realized would have to go back to dating enough, so others did not catch on.
were spending each night together in one of our beds, holding each other as we fell asleep. I am not sure which I enjoyed more, the nights Emma’s back to me, feeling her ass against my cunt as I kissed the back of her neck until she fell asleep. Or the nights faced each other our breast through our nightgowns touching as her head laid on my shoulder. Or when Emma held me from behind and ran her hands up and down over my breasts and stomach.
were rather shy in many ways then. We did not explore below the waist, we wore nightgowns or pajamas every night, though we would enjoy each other’s exposed breasts in the afternoon and evenings after our homework for the day was done.
It was a wonderful beginning of our relationship as winter turned to spring, and then the end of our freshman year approached.
We did go back to dating in mid-February, starting with a couple of guys taking us to the Valentine’s Dance. We would make out with our dates some, and even suck them and fuck them occasionally to keep up appearances, and because we both did enjoy those activities also. After, back in our room, we would and discuss while it was fun, time, it was nowhere as good as what had.
made it through summer, somehow, being apart for most of it, but it was soon Fall, and were back together. From our sophomore year on, we were able to get a turret room in one of the four towers of Shafer dorm. It was perfect for us, and we reveled in the delights it offered us.
Dorothy now picks up the story. She and Maude have been grinning each other as each revelation is disclosed.
It was an ideal room, and the fact got to live in it for the next three years was perfect for us.
fall, after only being together for perhaps three weeks during the summer, one me visiting Maude in Rhode Island, her a couple of weeks the Cape with my family. Each visit was ideal. While romped and talked unendingly during the day the beaches, each night, as each had queen-size beds in our rooms, the thrill of coupling together made the weeks apart endurable.
Oh, and there were a few times we would take the sailboat out alone and find if anchoring off the coast away such delightful fun could be had in the cockpit of ship.”
On hearing this, Emma and Donald both blush, remembering what they had done there too. Dorothy acts like she does not notice and goes on:
“In our tower room, it felt like we were home. As soon as our parents departed, we were clinging to each other, kissing and unbuttoning our blouses. We could not get enough of each other as we sucked and played with our tits and nipples.
Then Maude took it to the next level for us. Her hand moved to my crotch, and through my pants, she rubbed me. I instinctively spread my legs and began to moan. Now all our top play had gotten us both wet over and over, but feeling her hand against me, moving up and down over my slit, even through clothes, felt so thrilling. She rolled on top of me and we ground our cunts against each other as we kissed and licked each other’s faces and necks.
Both moaning so, our tops off, we needed something more. But then the dinner bell rang. With lust in our eyes, this new throbbing and huge wetness between or legs, saturating both our panties, we helped each other into our bras and tops. We brushed each other’s hair quickly to hide what had just been going on. Added some lipstick and went to dinner.
The next hour socializing with classmates and dormmates as we ate was hard. We both just wanted to be back in our room to see where this all might now lead. But we played the parts we were supposed to and made it through the meal.
We returned to our room and were suddenly shy with each other. We knew what had just started would change things so much between us. Both wanting it so, but a bit unsure how we would proceed.
We sat next to each other on my bed. We talked about what we had learned about lesbianism at the different talks and gatherings we had attended. All were billed more as emerging feminist meetings but usually did slip to the feelings and activities between women. And we pulled out our ‘secret book’ we had gotten at one event. It showed different positions of women together for the most enjoyment.
Until now, for the most part, we had only looked at the beginning and how to enjoy each other’s breasts to the fullest. Now we wanted to know where further we could go.
For the next hour or so, we poured over the diagrams and drawings of women together. All the possibilities awaited us. both knew how to be with men to give them pleasure and had tinges of enjoyment from them. But point in time, while men pressed us to go down on them, enjoying the blow jobs bother were rather talented at. While the guy would offer a little hand in our cunts, they never moved their mouths to reciprocate the lip service gave them.
So, the idea of us moving to zone for each other held us back a little. night put our nightgowns on and did cuddle as fell asleep.
Years later, both confessed both wanted to lift each other’s hem and explore each other’s pleasure cave, but was much later when revealed our feelings from night.
The next few days were filled with starting classes, getting into a groove of school once again it wasn’t until the next Saturday afternoon things truly progressed.
It was a rainy afternoon, and the thought of doing anything much was dismissed. both had finished all the work needed for our classes by lunchtime. And when returned to our room after lunch, both knew needed to do something about the throbbing were having in our nether regions."
Again, Dorothy and Maude smile each other, remembering back to day. Donald and Emma are entranced with what they are hearing. Emma feels her panties filling again with her juices, and as she glances at Donald, she can see he is getting a bit hard from what he is hearing.
Maude picks up the story again.
“ both knew were ready to take next step, but still a little hesitant. came together between our beds and kissed deeply how we have come to enjoy. Then slowly, carefully we undid each other’s tops to push them aside so we could gaze each other’s breast even encased in bras. Yes, bras of the early ’60s were a bit much, but we reached around each other to release them and allow us to gaze on each other’s wonderful orbs which we both so lusted for.
We caressed and squeezed each other back and forth until we leaned down and in turn, took each other’s nipples into our mouths to suck and harden. We did so enjoy each other’s breasts. I loved Dorothy’s large, like wonderful grapefruit tits. Mine, more like an orange in size which she seemed to crave to suck and lick. We were both working our way to the frenzied delight we had been enjoying for months now.
But there was this deeper craving in both of us. We fell down on Dorothy’s bed, and my hand moved now into her pants. I wanted to feel if she was as wet as I was. Pressing down further as she gasped what was happening, I found her slit and was rewarded with this sticky wetness coming from her. I kissed her deeply at my discovery.
‘Baby,’ I whispered in her ear, and I began to unzip her, ‘let me touch and stroke you please, I so want to.’
Dorothy moaned with joy and responded, ‘please, yes, take me.’ was all was needed. Her pants were off her, and I saw my love totally naked before me on the bed. She reached up, quivering, and undid my pants and had me out of them in a moment.
For the first time, we were both naked in front of each other. It took a moment or two for us to take in each other and begin to reach and caress our full bodies.
We laid side by side, exploring each other. Running our hands up and down our hips and thighs. Tingles ran through us both as we gently touched and explored each other. in itself was almost enough for us for the moment.
But both our hands roamed their way to each other’s pussy to discover what delights might be offered there. In unison our fingers found their way to each of our slits, spreading our labia to find the wetness awaiting.
Together we stroked up and down each other’s slit. Buffing our clits and pressing just a little into each other’s vags. For this first time, we both were in heaven.
While we had played and pleasured each other before, neither of us had really cum together, or with any of the males, we played with. But this small act to start between us brought us both to the peak and over. The feeling of euphoria was more than either of us could imagine, and to reach such a state together, at the same moment, overwhelmed us.
Our bodies convulsing, we were not even sure what overtook us, but we knew we had reached a new phase in our relationship. Holding each other tightly, after a bit, we pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed to sleep. After night, never wore sleepwear again.
We now were so bound together. It would take time for us to try more and more together, but by the end of our sophomore year we were grinding and fingering, and then sucking and licking each other to maximin pleasure each night.
This was the start of something wonderful, which we never wanted to end.”
Emma and Donald are breathing hard hearing this remembrance, it is a bit strange for Donald his aunt is so willing to share about her and Maude’s sexual start, but his heart is a bit warmed she feels so comfortable telling the tale now.
And when Maude picked up the tale again, she is a bit breathless herself to start.
“It was a rather heady year, it was hard to keep our lust and love for each other a secret at the school, but managed. There were a few women which we later realized were in similar situations, who would attend the feminist rallies and symposiums, and we would with superfluously. did not want any of what had together to ever be exposed or got back to our families.
Then the most amazing thing of all happened.
had continued to date at least once a week. You both need to understand, Dorothy and I enjoyed the feel of a man’s penis, playing with it and up in us. So while the love we felt for each other was not really felt for others, the pleasure of being with a man was still desired. The difference in the experience made the delight we had in each other even more intent.
In the spring of year, met two roommates who did become our constant dates. After three or four outings with them, all of us engaging in basic foreplay and then on to the actual deed; over dinner one night, when no one was near our table, David and Bobby with a great deal of hesitation confessed something.
It seemed like us, they loved each other and were engaged in a sexual relationship. They too liked the touch and experience of a woman from time to time, but their commitment was to each other. Dorothy and I started to laugh uncontrollably, which did upset them some until we calmed ourselves enough to explain we were in the same position. Then all of us began laughing in delight together. We would be perfect beards for each other, and in a very enjoyable way to boot.
It did not take long for it all to be decided between us. Yes, we would all ‘date’ regularly, to keep people from wondering, but all understood our true interests in life.
We are all still friends and have spent many, many times the four of us in bed together. Dorothy and I playing with one or the other, then us together for them to watch and enjoy, then us as the audience as they bring each other to a summit.
It always, for outward appearances Dorothy with David, and I with Bobby, but we would switch and mix and match between us when we played. It has been a perfect solution for us, even now all of us are out in the open. still see and with them several times during the year. Not as much as when started, but time does take its toll some”.
As Maude pauses, Donald interjects to Dorothy, “I remember them being around, and you all going to New York to see plays together. I vaguely recall Grandma and Grandpa going on about wondering why you and David never got to the point of marrying. It does now all start to make some sense.”
Dorothy and Maude laugh telling him and Emma yes, for years both sets of parents thought they were perfect matches, which all worked towards their favor. And by the time they did not have to pretend anymore, all four of them were such good friends and did love their interplay together, they just continued on all these years.
It is funny in some ways their relationships with David and Bobby is almost as long as their own together has been.
It is then Dorothy looks the clock and sees it is approaching two in the morning. “Well, I think with the holiday ahead of us tomorrow we should all head to bed,” she says. They clear their glasses away, go into the house and up the stairs to their bedrooms.
Both Donald and Emma are rather aroused by all they have just heard.
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E089: Sunday on the Cape
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 9:45 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 2:2 am
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In the morning, Emma and Donald take their time in the shower, making sure each have been well soaped, washed, and specially cared for. First, after lathering Donald’s member completely, Emma rinses it as she kneels before him and takes the glans into her mouth. Donald was just starting to get hard, and the warmth of her mouth and tickle of her tongue along his slit makes his cock start to tremble.
Emma takes the shaft into her hand and squeezes and jerks it as she takes more of him in to suck on. She only takes about half of him in, allowing her room to circle him with her thumb and index finger and move first slowly up and down from the base by his balls up to touching her lips which continuously suck him.
Donald has to grab onto the sides of the shower to steady himself from this lovely attack. A deep growl begins inside him as he feels his balls fill with semen, now hard as two golf balls. Emma massages them some before pressing against his taint to send spasms through his body starting at his prostate and flashing out through him.
Such lovely morning attention soon has Donald at the brink and letting out a low howl as he cums in Emma’s mouth. She sucks it all in and swallows before standing and washing him once more.
He kisses her, tasting the last of his cum on Emma’s tongue. His hand lowers between her legs and fingers her slit, feeling the juices dripping from her. Back and forth he slides, pinching her labia and clit a little on each pass. Then three fingers up in her pressing against her g-spot and his thumb brush her clit, making it hard like a pebble. A well-washed pebble, so smooth and glossy.
Emma moans with enjoyment, feeling her vagina begin to contrast against Donald’s fingers, and her pussy pressing closer to him to feel his thumb as it moves faster over her clit and his fingers press harder over and over against her special spot.
She swings her arms around Donald’s neck to keep from falling over from such wonderous feelings ripping through her body. She feels herself climbing higher and higher to that magical peak, where once there, she cries out and succumbs to the relief crashing over her.
Her vag holds Donald’s fingers in a vise-like grip for almost two minutes before she can relax and allow him to withdraw. Both now so satisfied for the beginning of the day, Donald washes her pussy once again to clean up the spills.
They are soon dressed, and now very hungry for some breakfast. They are dressed for church as Donald knows Dorothy and Maude will be expecting them to attend with them. And for that matter, Emma will want to go.
Over breakfast, Emma is a little sheepish about last night, but Maude greeting her with a hug and kiss on the cheek asks how she is this morning, which makes all that happened last night alright.
They all climb in the Navigator to head to church. There they sit side by side in the pew. Dorothy and Maude hold hands between them; Donald’s arm is over Emma’s shoulder protectively. It is a nice service, and when they leave, seeing how beautiful it is out, Dorothy suggests that they visit the old lighthouse on the coast not that far away.
All agree that would be fun to do, so Donald heads in that direction.
The lighthouse points out to the Atlantic Ocean and has been around for over two hundred years. You have to walk up a path for a good while to get to it, but the view of the ocean and fauna around is well worth the trek.
When they reached the lighthouse and attached cottage, a couple comes out to greet them.
“How nice of you to stop by. It seems like with the holiday weekend everyone is occupied elsewhere. How are you, Dorothy and Maude?” the woman says.
Dorothy replies, “I am so glad it is you volunteering this weekend though am sorry you have it so quiet. This is my nephew Donald; you do remember him don’t you? And this is Emma.”
Introducing Emma, Dorothy beams.
The couple chatter hello to both and comment on remembering Donald when he was younger. A lot of small talk goes back and forth for a while. Then the woman brings out lemonade and cookies for them all to nibble on at the picnic table as they chat.
After a while, Dorothy asks if it would be alright for Donald to show Emma up to the top of the lighthouse as she has never seen one before. The couple encourages them to go on up.
“Us ‘old folks’ will just enjoy catching up on things while you do. Take as long as you like. The view out over the ocean is very arousing to see,” the man says, with a twinkle in his eyes.
Emma blushes slightly at the comment as Donald takes her hand to help her from the table and walk towards the door to the lighthouse.
She wonders, it is daylight now, will the light be on beaming out to sea, or is it only turned on at night? She shyly asks Donald, and he explains that they are kept on twenty-four hours a day, but while from sea boats can see the beacon, here it will not be as apparent.
As they enter the lighthouse, Donald has her go first up the winding metal staircase to the top. She knows he is right behind her and does feel his hand on her ass cheek, guiding her up. At times he is so close she can feel his warm breath on the back of her neck.
Yes, she can see how the man has said the lighthouse could be arousing.
It is a winding staircase, with every one-hundred-feet or so and a small platform before making the next turn. At the second of the landings, Emma feels Donald’s hand raise to her side and stop her from continuing. She does.
Standing there, with her back to Donald, Emma feels him first lift her dress up and tuck it into the top of her panties. Her ass is now revealed. Then he pulls the sides of her panties to her crack to be held there, making both orbs of her ass on full display for his enjoyment. This does excite Emma.
Donald seeing her beautiful tanned cheeks in front of him, is enthralled. He would have enjoyed seeing just a hint of pinkness from last night’s spanking, but he knows it fades fast. But her lovely ass on display for him is more than enough.
He leans and kisses all over both cheeks for a minute. Then slapping Emma’s ass just a bit, he tells her to keep going up to the top.
Watching her exposed ass sway back and forth as she climbs each step is like an aphrodisiac to Donald. He feels himself swelling inside his pants. Pressing against the zipper wanting to be freed.
Upward they continue, it is a bit of a climb to the top, with nothing to see really as do ascend. Well, for Donald, at least there is a nice view. For Emma, she feels this breeze over her uncovered ass, mixed with Donald’s warm breath when right behind her. And his leaning and kissing her cheeks now and then as they move towards the top of the lighthouse.
‘The beacon was calling them, but for what?’ Emma wonders. The tingle she feels between her legs from the way Donald has her climb to the top makes her hope about what might be ahead.
Donald, since his youth, has been to this lighthouse many times, but never in the way climbing the stairs today are. It does offer a magnificent view from the top, which he will enjoy again, but this time, how he feels right now might have something added to just enjoying the view.
Finally, while it seems like forever, which is only about ten minutes or less, they reach the beacon. Walking into the space overlooking the ocean and on the other side, a view of the bay, they just stand and enjoy the stunning view all around them.
Emma is entranced. She circles the tower to see every angle it has to view, gasping at each brilliant vista before her. Donald enjoys the view out the windows, but more, Emma’s bare ass moving around.
He walks up behind her and pulls her panties to the floor. Emma giggles at what he is doing. Then she feels him lowering the zipper on the back of her dress. Donald lowers it over her arms, down over her hips and thighs to the floor. She is now standing naked except for her lace shelf bra Donald dressed her in that morning. Her nipples are exposed as she feels him reach to them and pinch them to hardness.
As he is doing this, Emma reaches behind her and unzips his pants, allowing them to fall to the ground. She rubs his cock through his underwear, reaching in the fly she cups his balls, caresses his prick to hardness and then bring it out through the fly to be exposed. She reaches back in to also bring his balls to the light of day.
Standing looking out, the beacon beaming behind them makes for just a silhouette of them showing out, if anyone would be looking towards the lighthouse.
Emma hangs on to the bar at waist height running around the tower as Donald’s hands lower over her breasts, down her stomach, to find her pussy to pet and scratch. She moans with the enjoyment of his touch. She can feel how wet he is making her.
Donald continues to finger her for several minutes as they look out to sea. Some boats are going by, pleasure speedboats and sailboats, and freighters and fishing vessels on their way both south and north. Little do any of them know the fun going on at the top of the lighthouse.
As she whimpers at his wonderful touch, Emma looks down and sees Dorothy and Maude with the couple sitting at the picnic table having drinks now and talking. Donald has aroused her now to such a point that she wants to feel his cock deep within her.
She reaches back again and takes his penis in her hand. Her palm pressing the back of his cock as her fingers and thumb move up and down his shaft, hardening him even more. She spreads her legs wider and leans some against the bar.
When Donald is stiff from her administrations, Emma pulls him, by his prick, towards her, and directs his cock into her. Donald gets the message quickly and presses deeply into her, still stroking her clit to bring her to her first climax.
There is satisfaction for both of them to be this high in the lighthouse, looking out to just sea before them, while engaging in fucking each other to delight. Donald pressing in and out of Emma over and over, twiddling her clit until she gives a small scream, letting him know she has cum for the first time now.
The sides of Emma’s vag are clenching against his prick now, another tell of her climax. She does not want this to ever end.
Harder and faster now, Donald pushes in and out of her in a frantic attempt to bring them both to climax now. Emma is huffing with each thrust into her. It all feels so good as she feels herself rising to the peak once more.
Donald pulls himself back, so only his glans is in her, then shoves back in deeply to touch her cervix. They both are flustered and perspiring some. And both are moaning with mutual glee.
With all his thrusting in and out, it is not long until both shout out in mutual happiness as they cum together. Donald holds Emma tight for a minute before pulling out of her. And then their communal wetness drips down Emma’s legs.
Seeing her condition, Donald drops to the floor and starting at her knees where it has dripped, he carefully and completely works his way up on each leg to Emma’s pussy to clear away any signs of their recent activities.
This pleasures Emma to the point that she cum a third time, making more for Donald to clean up as she leans against the bar and window, shivering with delight.
Donald helps her into her panties and straightens her bra, after one more suck on each nipple to keep them hard. He pulls her dress up over her hips as she pushes her arms in as he raises it to her shoulders. Bringing her close to him, so she can feel his penis against her cunt, though now hidden, he zips her back up.
Emma helps him to put his pecker back inside his underwear, then kneels on the floor to pull up his pants, but before bringing it past his thighs, Emma leans and kisses the tip through Donald’s underwear. Then she finishes pulling and adjusting his pants for him.
She stands, and Donald tries to comb her hair a bit with his fingers. She is a bit disheveled so he tries as best he can.
They descend from the beacon after one last glance at the sea. Emma in front, Donald’s hand on her ass, where she loves it to be.
Back at the picnic table, Emma tells the couple and Dorothy and Maude that the view was spectacular, and she could not get enough of it. They all chuckle a bit, all suspecting what Emma cannot get enough of.
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