The First Time Doesn't Have to Be the Last pieces of Jade

The First Time Doesn't Have to Be the Last PiecesofJade

May 31, 2014 | 16126 Views Contest Entry "Come here," he said, leaning back. "On your knees. I want you to suck my cock." I paused in the act of bringing my wineglass to my lips. My eyes opened wide as I looked over the rim of the glass at him. "What?" I said. "Here? Now?" He raised his eyebrows and got that "look" he gets in his eyes sometimes. A look that makes me shiver with anticipation. "Do I have to say it twice?" Of course he didn't. I swallowed and hastily set the glass aside, then slid off the patio chair to the cement deck of the balcony. "Of course not," I said, kneeling at his feet. "It's just—" I glanced around at our exposed position once again. "You've never— We've never—" He stared down at me impassively. "There's a first time for everything, isn't there?" "Spread your legs," Jack said. I had seated myself across from him on the upstairs balcony, wineglass in hand, after handing him his gin and tonic. The air was muggy and thick, a typical summer evening in St. Louis; thunderheads gathering, threatening a storm. I wore a short summer dress, high-heeled, strappy sandals – and nothing else. I glanced down anxiously through the balcony's wrought-iron railings to the street below. In the early dusk it was still possible to look up from the street and see us clearly on the balcony. He saw my nervous glance down and met my eyes, waiting. I took a shaky breath and obeyed, spreading my knees apart for him, though I left the hem of the dress draped over my thighs. "Wider," he said, holding my gaze. "Hook your ankles behind the legs of the chair." I did as I was told, spreading my legs wide, feeling my heart starting to race. He took a swallow of his drink. "Lift your dress," he continued. "I want to see your cunt." I hesitated a moment, then pulled the hem of my dress all the way up, exposing myself for him – and anyone else that happened to be looking up. He didn't look at my pussy though, just stared into my eyes, and I knew that he was enjoying my reactions more than the sight of the flesh I was exposing for him. I imagined what he was seeing as he looked at me: the flush creeping up my neck, my lips parted as I struggled to regulate my suddenly shallow breathing. I also imagined what he would see if he looked down at my cunt, and knew he would like what he saw there, too: the folds of my sex glistening with moisture, pulsing a little as my pussy clenched and unclenched in my excitement and fear that someone might look up and see me there on display. I took a gulp of my wine. He looked down then, and his gaze on my bare pussy was like a caress. The wind picked up out of nowhere, teasing and cooling my heated flesh. He raised his eyes to mine again, pinning me there. "Touch yourself," he said softly. I took a shuddering breath and slowly, hesitantly, began to stroke my soft outer lips. The labia were sensitive after having shaved only that afternoon, and they felt like velvet. His eyes never left mine as I probed a little deeper, sliding my finger between my delicate inner folds, feeling the wetness gathering on my fingertip as I did so and an ache beginning to build inside me. My clit throbbed, and I brushed my fingers lightly across it, heightening the exquisite sensations. "Put a finger inside yourself, Carrie," Jack told me. He was leaning slightly forward, the drink forgotten in his hand as he watched my face. I had to force myself not to look down at the street again. I knew he could see the conflict of emotions playing across my face. The desire to do as he said, the fear of getting caught. Although he'd made me expose myself on the balcony and in other public places several times in the past, it had never been like this. He'd never made me masturbate in public. I shuddered and slid a finger through my wetness and into that tight, dark slit inside myself, letting the sensations roll over me and closing my eyes against the thought of someone seeing what I was doing. "Open your eyes," he said, his voice sharp. "Look at me." My eyes popped open again and met his. Far off, thunder rolled and the wind gusted. A smile softened the sharp edge of his tone. "That's it, baby," he said. "Fuck yourself. Put another finger inside yourself." The possibility of being seen or heard was forgotten as I stared into his eyes and pushed another finger into my cunt. My clit ached unbearably, and I started to circle it with my thumb, feeling my excitement rising as the wind began to pick up and the sun went down behind the darkening clouds. The feel of my pussy tightening around my fingers, and of the slick, wet skin of my cunt and my fingers pushing in and out, all while he sat across from me, watching me, was almost enough to push me over the edge into an orgasm. "That's enough," he said abruptly. I gasped, outraged, but stilled my fingers obediently, a panting sigh of displeasure leaving my lips. I saw a grin tug at the side of his mouth and knew he was remembering how shy I had been when we had first gotten together; how the first time he had made me exhibit myself for him had almost made me cry with embarrassment. A rumble of thunder much closer than before and the sound of a car going by on the street below brought me out of my reverie, and suddenly I was aware once more of how exposed I was, of what we were doing. I glanced down at the street below, but I knew better than to close my thighs yet, or to straighten the hem of my dress. I looked over at him and he nodded approvingly. I took a sip of my wine and tried to regain my composure. "Come here," he said, leaning back. "On your knees. I want you to suck my cock." I paused in the act of bringing my wineglass to my lips. My eyes opened wide as I looked over the rim of the glass at him. "What?" I said. "Here? Now?" He raised his eyebrows and got that "look" he gets in his eyes sometimes. A look that makes me shiver with anticipation. "Do I have to say it twice?" Of course he didn't. I swallowed and hastily set the glass aside, then slid off the patio chair to the cement deck of the balcony. "Of course not," I said, kneeling at his feet. "It's just—" I glanced around at our exposed position once again. "You've never— We've never—" He stared down at me impassively. "There's a first time for everything, isn't there?" My hands shook slightly as I reached for his belt buckle. My heart was pounding again and my pussy throbbed. I felt wetness beginning to trail down between my thighs. I loved it when he was demanding. I loved that fierce edge to him, the one that said he would allow no disobedience. I knew my best friend, Emily, would never understand it, and so I had never talked about our unusual dynamic with her, but Jack and I both knew he would never have to tell me to do something twice, no matter how outrageous it seemed. In fact the more outrageous, the more danger there was in being caught, the hotter it made us both. And the harder he pushed me to do those things, the wetter I got. Just last week he had called me at work and told me to finger myself to orgasm, right there at my desk, during a conference call. And I had done it, stifling my moans with a fist to my mouth as my CEO had droned on and on about— Something. I never did remember what the call was about. Jack's cock was already stiffening beneath his khaki slacks. As I stroked him through the material, I looked down at the street below. It was just past dusk, but it seemed darker due to the storm clouds that had begun to gather in earnest. A streetlight on the far corner made a pool of light, under which a woman stood, waiting for a bus. I felt Jack's cock twitch as his eyes followed mine. My pussy twitched in response. "Do it," he said. His voice betrayed his own excitement, and this excited me even more. With another quick, surreptitious glance at the woman standing at the bus stop, I unzipped his fly and pulled the top of his boxers down. His cock sprang free, already swollen, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I leaned forward and licked it up like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. I loved the taste of his pre-cum, and could only hope that one day he would come in my mouth, allowing me to taste his semen. It was something he said he seldom did, and never had with me. Yet. I kept holding out for that "yet." Thunder rolled overhead as I dipped my head to his cock again, taking just the tip in my mouth and sucking on it. He sighed and I continued to pull and suck on it for a few more minutes, concentrating all my attention there before I finally took him all the way in my mouth and felt his cock nudge against the back of my throat. I loved that moment, my mouth stretched wide, trying to keep my teeth from scraping him, even as I struggled to take in all of him. I loved the slide of his cock – thick and hard and insistent – as I took him deeper, opening my throat for him. I loved the struggle to take him deeper yet, fighting the gag reflex, wanting to swallow him whole. I forgot the street below and the woman who might look up and see me there on my knees, my head bobbing up and down in his lap, as I gave myself over to the pleasure of pleasuring him, of stroking him, up and down, with my mouth and hands. I looked up to see his head tipped back and his eyes finally closed. I realized how dark it had gotten, dusk giving way to night as lightning lit up the sky behind him, illuminating the planes of his face. Thunder crashed around us a moment later and he opened his eyes and looked down at me. "Don't stop," he said, his voice husky. I bent my face to my task, sliding my mouth down the full length of his cock again before pulling away slightly so that I could lick the shaft from the root to the tip, over and over. His hips jumped up at me and I felt his hand on the back of my head. Suddenly lightning and thunder crashed almost simultaneously over us, and a moment later the skies opened up, first in a few drops of rain, and then in a sudden, ferocious, deluge. When I started to sit back, preparing to head inside out of the rain, though, he put both hands on the back of my head, and pulled me to him again. "Don't stop," he panted, his voice hoarse. "Don't…fucking… stop." He pumped his hips up and thrust his cock in and out of my mouth as the rain poured down on us and the thunder crashed overhead. I was panting too, panting and gagging and swallowing rain. Suddenly I felt his foot between my knees, nudging them apart, and I spread them gladly, no longer caring if the bus stop woman could see us in the flashes of lightning. I felt his bare toes push against my cunt and I spread my thighs even farther apart, wanting to give him access, wanting him inside of me desperately. I didn't care what part of him it was. A second later I felt his toes pushing into me and as he pushed my mouth down onto his cock I pushed my cunt down onto his foot and started fucking him. I rocked back and forth with the rhythm of his hands in my hair and his cock in my mouth. Rainwater choked me, lightning blinded me, thunder pounded over us. In the moments between the thunder, I heard his harsh breathing and my own choked whimpers. I rode him, pushing, grinding myself against his foot even as he ground his cock into my mouth and I felt that beautiful, aching, spiraling feeling as my orgasm built, as I felt the invasion of his foot and his cock inside of me. He was pounding his cock into my mouth now, fucking my throat, and the first pulses of an orgasm began to wash over me. I tore my mouth away, gasping for air, needing to cry out as I came, but he grabbed my head again and pushed my mouth down onto him, forcing me up and down almost violently on his cock. "Don't stop," he gasped. "I told you—" But his words were lost in a crash of thunder and suddenly he pushed my head down and held me there tightly as his hips thrust up. My pussy spasmed, clenching around his foot, and his cock swelled in my mouth, and suddenly he was gasping and convulsing over me. I felt his cock jerk in my mouth and then the sweet taste of his semen mixing with the rainwater pouring down. I gasped and swallowed and looked up at him through the rain. His grip had loosened, but he still held my face between his hands. He grinned at me and shook his head. "There's a first time for everything," I said, smiling. Below us I heard the sound of the bus as it pulled away from the bus stop. I looked down, and as lightning flashed, I was sure that I saw a woman's face peering up at us from the back window.

Birthday Fisting

Birthday Fisting Mrs Juicy July 21, 2014 | 105957 Views

Then my words failed me as I felt Sir move his thumb off my clit and into my hole, slowly he rubbed and prodded until he found the right angle and then he was in. “Sir! Sir, slow please Sir!” I begged as I was sure I was about to be ripped apart. Never have I had ever felt so spread and so full. The walls of my hole molded around the shape of his hand holding him as tight as they could, protecting me from the inevitable onslaught that was about to come. The one thing Alice wanted above all else was to finally be fisted. We had talked about it for weeks, months even. In fact since we met on line about 6 months ago. The first few weeks we just got to know each other by email and on the phone. Our second meeting was our first weekend together. It was incredible - we barley left the bedroom. I fucked Alice in every hole three, maybe four times and she took it all and came back for more. Her desire was unmatched by any lady I had every met and it was only exceeded by her enthusiasm. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow was going to be different. Very different. -------------- Ben seemed different from all the other guys I talked to. Confident, cheeky and very knowledgeable when it came to conversations about sex. We had met on line and started to get to know each other quite well. The last time we met we fucked for the whole weekend ordering takeout so we didn’t have to leave the room. Ben new his way around a woman’s body I left that Sunday night feeling sore and deeply satisfied. Saturday was my birthday and the only present I wanted was to have a persons fist inside my pussy. I have had dildos black, pink, white, double-enders and massive fat ones. I have taken the biggest, fattest cocks I could find but still craved the one and only thing that I was yet to tick off the list. I have found most guys talk the talk but when it comes to it don’t have a clue. Some just are too bull at the gates or should I say flaps. Others get started and then back out worried they might break me or split me or something. Either way my soul still burned for it and Ben promised me it for my Birthday. I fully intended to enjoy my present. ---------- The following day I arrived at Alice’s place and she let me in. It was three minutes from the beach, which suited her long blonde hair, blue eyes and tanned skin. She was fit and her body was taut. She surfed and practiced Yoga regularly and her physique showed it. Alice let me in and I handed her a bottle of Penfold’s Grange for later. I know how wine takes her edge off and I haven’t found better than a good Grange for a celebration. I also needed her nice and relaxed for later as I was going to give her, the present she wanted. She wrapped her arms around me and closed the door behind us as we walked into the kitchen. It was three in the afternoon and Alice had already taken the top off a bottle of champagne and was three quarters through when I arrived. -------------------------------- Ben arrived about three in the afternoon. My pussy had been on fire all day every part of me just wanted it and wanted him. Wanted to be filled. I had already fucked myself three times with my soft fleshy 9-inch fat boy. That was before I even opened my eyes. (I had it by the bed after fucking myself with it last night so I just used it again this morning.) I got up and went out and did my walk on the beach then headed to the little grassy spot where I sit and watch the waves roll in and meditate. Then I did my yoga session before walking back home again. But today I struggled to concentrate. My pussy kept interrupting. It wanted more so I stretched my limbs and went home and took out the fattest dildo I have. It’s fat and about 7 inches long and brown in color. It’s not as soft as my fleshy one but not so hard as to feel totally fake. Slowly I slid it inside me, working my clit and pushing it in getting past my lips and into my woman’s nest is always hard, but I always seem to find the way. I lay with my legs spread wide and played with my clit until I came. The feeling of this protruding monster, along with thoughts in my head of Ben coming over to fist me, made me explode and I came everywhere; juice spraying all over the bedding as the orgasm ripped through my body like a cyclone leaving me totally exhilarated in its wake. About 20 minutes before Ben arrived I couldn’t sit still. So I went back upstairs and got my black long double-ended dildo and had some fun. The lube next to my bed made it easy for it to slide it into my pussy and my ass and I expertly used both ends to fuck both of my lower holes until I came. First in my ass, then in my pussy, then an almighty explosion as I pumped both to climax. Still I yearned for more; I yearned for Ben and his fist. Finally he arrived. “Its great to see you, I have been so horny all day. I just can’t shake it.” I said. “Did you bring my present?” I asked. Ben smiled. -------------------------- I could see that Alice was horny and needed a fucking. I didn’t know if she would be able to wait until that night. I took my hands out of my jacket pocket and extended them to her. On each wrist was a ribbon. “Go on then open them.” I said. Alice’s face lit up and she smiled so bright. “For me? Oh you shouldn’t have! And two of them!” She pulled on one of the bows and it fell to the floor. Then she pulled the other, again letting the ribbon fall away. “Do you like them?” I asked. “I sure do. It’s just what I wanted.” she said with a smile, pouring me a drink and topping up her own at the same time. ------------------- Ben pulled his hands out of his pockets both of them had a ribbon wrapped around each wrist, the ribbon was blue on one hand and a deep crimson on the other the ends frayed and the bows perfectly shaped. They were the best present I had ever received and I couldn’t wait to make good use of them . My pussy had a sudden rush of pleasure and I felt the juice start to run down my leg. I couldn’t wait I didn’t care for the niceties any way. I poured Ben a drink and filled up my glass once again. I was ready at easy and truly wanton. I sat looking at ben him telling me about his day but in truth all I could think about was him throwing me down and fucking me senseless like he did the last time we met. I held his hand in mine imagining it going inside me I wanted nothing else. “Ben I have fucked my self three times today. I want my present and I want it now . Please give it to me, please fist my wanton hole.” I lifted my skirt and showed him my bare pussy. He could see the juice marks on my legs and new I was ready for him as I spread my legs wide for him to see. He looked at me not shocked or maybe he was that I had took so long spread my legs the first time we met I said hi I’m Alice nice to me you now fuck me. So her was here for twenty minutes before I gave in to my desires. -------------------------- Alice was on fire. She stood in the kitchen lifting her skirt high and showing me her beautiful, shaved bare pussy. “It is so beautiful my dear.” I said, knowing what she wanted but making her work hard to get it. To earn it in a way I guess. “Ah Alice it’s early – there’s time for this later – let’s enjoy the moment right now.” Once again I knew this would push her buttons a little bit more. “Ben it’s my Birthday and I’ll get fucked if I want to… that’s how the song goes. You promised me a fisting and that’s what you are going to give me.” She stood like a child having a tantrum stamping her feet and spreading her legs wide, running her fingers over her pussy lips and clit. “Taste me Ben it’s ready.” she said ------------------ I held out the fingers I’d just rubbed all over my pussy. They were now covered in my juice. “Well taste me Ben - I’m ready.” I said. No was not an option. Ben moved closer and I put my two fingers in his mouth. His mouth was warm and soft and he sucked long and hard on both fingers at first then one and the other. As he did I felt two of his fingers disappear inside me. As I said, he knows his way around and found my g-spot immediately. Within a few strokes I was cumming, my legs spreading wider as he continued to suck my fingers clean and finger-fuck my hole. ------------------ Alice was in no mood for waiting, and what Alice wants Alice usually goes out and gets. Her fingers slid into my mouth. She tasted as good as I remembered. I sucked and licked her fingers then reached down and slid two then three fingers inside her and rubbed her g-spot making her cum providing me with extra play juice for what was about to unfold. “That’s a good girl Alice, you want them inside you don’t you Alice?” I said. Alice pulled me close to her. Her mouth was inches from my ear. “Yes I do Ben I really do need them inside me.” she said her demands gone and her want on show. “Take me to your bedroom I want your first time to be on your bed.” I said and she led the way. Although her place was light and airy, her room was dark. The windows were covered in a thick purple curtain which stopped all the light from shining its warming glow on us. Candles were ablaze all around the room giving it a soft light haze. The sent of sex and candle filled the air. “Are you sure this is what you want Alice? Really sure?” I asked knowing her answer before she said it. “Yes Ben I need it you know I do.” she replied. --------------- In my bedroom I had already lit all the candles in preparation for Ben’s arrival. The roomed smelled of my two-favorite things sex and sandalwood candle wax. It made me feel at ease, at peace, at one with myself. Ben looked at me and stopped he asked “Is this really what you want to do Alice?” “Yes” was my answer. Ben looked me up and down as he took a step back. “Take off your clothes.” he commanded. I lifted my shirt over my head and slid my skirt down over my ass and let it fall to the floor. I started to reach down to take off the short socks with frills at the top, but Ben told me to leave them on. “What is your safe word Alice?” he asked. “White rabbit, my safe word is white rabbit.” I had used it before and it always comes to mind if I need it. “That’s a good girl, now go lay on the bed ready for me.” he said. ------------------- Alice was more then ready and I asked her to take her clothes off to make sure she knew she was in the moment. As in life many moments rush by without us even knowing we had them. She confirmed her safe word and lay on the bed as I instructed. “Ben just one more thing. Can I please call you Sir - it just seems right?” she asked “Sure Alice of course you can. Your safe word is white rabbit and you are choosing to let me slide my whole fist inside your delicious sweet hole. Is this right?” I asked again, keeping her in the moment. My hand and fingers were running over her mound, as my mouth found hers and we kissed, not for the first time and defiantly not for the last. “Yes Sir that is what I want. Please Sir take me there.” she begged. We locked lips again as one of my fingers traced the outer walls of her pleasure pit. ------------------ I was ready. Ben, now Sir as I wanted him to be, was kissing me. My heart was racing as I felt his fingers trace the outline of my joy. ‘Am I ready, am I?’ I was no longer sure of anything, just the pleasure I was receiving from Sir’s touch and the safety and comfort of his kiss. “Do it Please Sir.” I pleaded. Sir continued to kiss me, then make his way to my hardened nipples which were standing straining and begging to be touched. His fingers; two? Three? I wasn’t sure, explored me deep inside. His voice was calm and reassuring keeping me relaxed as he explored me. “I want some lube Alice.” I head him say. “I want your juice as lube, cum for me, cum now.” His words were now controlling my body and I came as soon as he demanded it. I juiced up everywhere as the orgasm I was having swept through my body blocking out every other sense except pleasure. All I knew was Sir was fingering me, working three maybe four fingers inside my eagerly spreading pussy and I was happier then I had ever been in my life. ------------- Alice lay back, her legs spread wide apart and my three fingers worked her pussy rubbing one side of her walls then the other, moving so my fingers could rub the base of her tunnel and stretch it just a little more and more each time. My thumb worked her clit, which ensured a constant source of juicy lube. I could feel Alice’s walls contract on my three fingers when I told her to cum and like a good girl she did on cue. I worked my now four fingers straight with just a bit of curve on each. I worked them in and out of her and she opened wider and wider at my will. “Alice are you ready? You have had four fingers inside you before. Are you ready to go all the way? Tell me Alice are you ready to be fisted?” The words sent a pleasure bust through her. Alice’s eyes rolled back into her head and her body went limp then tight in pleasure. She couldn’t speak and just let her orgasm take her to her own private pleasure place. I continued to pump her. I moved her legs into the air and changed the angles and the pitch of my fingers shoving them all the way into her and past my knuckles. ---------------- I felt his four fingers reach into me and I knew it was coming. I was so scared, scared it would hurt, scared I would rip or break or be wrecked for any other man ever again. But I didn’t care, it was time, Sir said so and I wanted my present. “Yes Sir, do it please. Fist my hole.” Then my words failed me as I felt Sir move his thumb off my clit and into my hole, slowly he rubbed and prodded until he found the right angle and then he was in. “Sir! Sir, slow please Sir!” I begged as I was sure I was about to be ripped apart. Never have I had ever felt so spread and so full. The walls of my hole molded around the shape of his hand holding him as tight as they could, protecting me from the inevitable onslaught that was about to come. Each ripple, each tickle, every move sent waves of pain and pleasure through me. I was scared so scared. “Alice! Alice!” I heard Sir calling my name. “You did it Alice, you have my hand inside you. All the way Alice.” I heard him say I HAD A FIST INSIDE ME. I exploded. My cunt grabbed hold as tight as it could and I screamed and wailed. Sir seized the moment and slowly rocked with my motion his hand now open sliding out of me and then closed back inside. It was finally here, the moment I had waited on for such a long time was here and I loved it. I could feel my body give in to Sir’s wants and my legs fell open as wide as ever. “That’s it Alice, give in to your desires and your wants. That’s it, you are such a good girl.” ----------------- My hand was now working in and out of Alice’s now fisted pussy, taking her beyond anything that she had ever felt before. And the constant moaning assured me that she was fine. “More Alice? Do you want the fisting? Do you want it harder?” “I am not sure Sir!” she cried. Her eyes were rolling. She was looking at me then looking at the ceiling her eyes were disappearing into the back of her head. Her legs stayed wide and her body just accommodated any position I put it in. She was willing and wanton and her pussy had just broken its fisting virginity. I worked her faster, in and out, again and again, the inner flesh of her love tunnel grasping and releasing with every thrust. “Alice there’s one more thing you need to do. I want you to hold my arm and help me slide my hand inside you.” ---------------- Sir told me to grab his arm, he wanted to me to help him. Help him slide his fingers, his fist, deep inside me I shook at the thought and I was so scared to even touch his arm. “NO SIR NO! I… I can’t Sir, don’t make me…Please!” she begged her body now trembling. “Alice I am not asking you, now do it!” She reached out and found my arm grabbing it with both hands. “Now move it up and down I commanded!” she shook her head. “No! No, its too much!” she called out. “Do it Alice - you want it do it!” I knew she wanted it, she needed to be taken there. Alice started to lift my arm up and slowly pushing my fingers deeper inside her with every stroke. “You see that’s not so bad Alice is it?” “No sir! Thank you sir.” she said. I pulled my fist out of her now. “Alice I want to fuck you.” “Yes Sir fuck me! Please fuck me I want cock now!” Sir climbed on top of me and slid his cock in my battered fuck hole. It was swollen and his cock seemed bigger then the thick 8 inches he was gifted with. “Sir, you have grown Sir? You’re stretching me.” I said. I could feel every ridge of him, every bump, the roundness of his head as it entered and the lip of the base of the head as it left me. Everything was so sensitive so alive and real. Sir hadn’t broken me he had fixed me. ------------- I lay close to Alice, slowly working my way inside her, making love to her well pumped hole. I felt her walls hot and tight spread around me as I entered and pulled out of her. “Alice it’s time.” She knew what that meant. I was about to cum and I chose not to delay. I chose to cool her red-hot hole down with my love juice. I arched my back high as the impulses of pleasure took over and rode until the explosions met at the base of my cock and raced up my shaft. -------------- I felt every pulse of My Sir’s cock, every touch of his man jewels on my pussy. I was on the biggest ride of my life and totally at one with My Sir. I fell his body tense and I knew what was next and willed him to cum. He told me when and my walls clenched and squeezed and clenched again milking the hot soothing love juice Sir offered me to mend my fisted hole. As Sir pulled me close I had never felt so satisfied and contented in my life. My mind at was at peace and and my body well spent. This was the best birthday present ever. ----------- Alice lay in my arms at peace with the world and I was proud of her… but wondered what I could get her next year for her birthday.

Sex on the Beach

                          ThePhoenixClub

                  SWINGERS PARTY LONDON

Sex on the Beach

She tossed and turned; lost in an erotic dream. The images were so vivid that she could almost taste the salt from the sea. It was the beach dream again. The one that leaves her covered in sweat when she wakes up. Night after night, it’s the same. She is walking down a deserted beach at dusk. The sun is low, coloring the sky in pinks, reds, and purples. The evening is warm, and the air is thick with the scent of tropical blossoms. Warm water from the turquoise colored sea laps at her ankles, as she strolls down the white sand. In her dream, she is always perfect. A small bikini top encases her firm, bouncy breasts. Tiny triangles barely cover her coral colored nipples, which are forever erect despite the warmth of the day. She is tanned all over from the many days of sunbathing nude. Her body, lean and toned, glistened in the remaining light of the day. She was proud of her body; with it’s tiny waist and softly rounded hips. Never in real life would she wear a white bikini, much less a thong one. The tiny scrap of material nestled tightly in her crack displayed her round, lush ass. A filmy sarong made of the finest silk rode low on her hips; flaring open with every step her long legs made. Glad that she endured the pain of a Brazilian wax job, she knew that her bare genitals were smooth and pink. It was by accident that she figured out how sensitive her pussy was without hair. 
But, that is another story. As always, she is aroused. In every dream she has her pussy is often on fire; swollen and throbbing with need. The thong helps though. If she moves her hips the right way, the snug scrap massages her whole slit. All she needs is another to help ease the burning want. Who would the dream pick this time? The beach is deserted; no one in sight. The fragrant night air whips through her long red hair, which is tousled from a day of lounging on the beach. She sits down, feeling the fine grain of the sand scratch against her naked cheeks. Untying the sarong, she lets it fall out, baring her lower body. The tide is coming in. A daring wave crashes to shore, wetting her. She opens her legs wider, as the next one makes it way to her. The luke warm water tickles her pussy, but it’s not enough. Instead of putting the flames out, the teasing wave dashes out quickly. She’s frustrated. Her thong ties at the hips, and she is glad for that. Now, her pink slit is bare. Opening her legs wider, she gently spreads her puffy lips. She has always loved how her pussy looked. Fat, hairless lips surround another pair of smaller ones. The delicate skin covering her was the shade of the most delicious cotton candy. Using her middle finger, she pressed inward, causing her petals to open. She was wet and not from the ocean. Exploring deeper, it felt good to probe her sheath; to be filled. Leaning back on her elbow, she let her legs fall all the way open. The next wave crashed to shore, covering her in warm, salty brine. It seemed to stay a bit longer before rushing back. She was now sitting in a warm puddle of water. The tide was in. Not enough to cover her fully, the water gently lapped at her flushed pussy. The next wave came barreling in, and with her pussy gaping open, it filled her to the brim. She groaned. So, this was how the dream was going to go. She was going to get fucked by the mighty sea itself. Her middle finger, now free of its confinement, circled her engorged clit. The elusive bud, hidden by it’s pink protective hood, wanted to come out and play. She retracted the hood further, exposing her pulsing clit. The hypnotic motion of the wave seemed to mimic the actions of a firm tongue. Gasping, she trapped the sensitive piece of erect flesh between her fingers and tugged. Her clit grew; almost doubling in size. Sharp bolts of pleasure radiated from her pussy, as she jacked her clit as if it were a cock in need of relief. Her pussy, convulsing madly, was sucking sea water inside it before pushing a mixture of her creamy juices back out into the ocean. Her coral nipples, rock hard, were plainly visible through the transparent, wet material. She pushed the tiny triangles to the side. She needed her nipples and began to pinch and pull them the moment that they were free. She was lost in her erotic, lust filled haze. Deep in the ocean, he was aware of her. The moment she sat down and let his waves taste her nectar he felt her need. Her sweet taste filled his senses. He needed her. Swimming to the surface, he spied her ashore. She was beautiful to him; her back arched in pleasure. He slowly approached her. Not wanting to scare her away, he blended in with the nonstop waves, until his face was between her thighs. He was so close that he could smell her need. Slowly, very slowly, he leaned forward with his tongue poised. “The waves must be playing tricks on my mind. I swear I just felt a tongue,” she mused.Glad that water was his element, he let the fluid position his arms around her thighs. His body flowed around her, waiting for the right moment to materialize. With the next wave, he solidified; his strong upper body holding her hips close to his face. She looked up, quickly. Emerald green eyes locked with a pair of blue ones that seem to be swirling with the exact colors of the sea. His face was classic, with a roman nose, high cheek bones, and a sexy cleft in his chin. The more she looked the more he became apparent; his long wavy hair, black as midnight, floated around a pair of broad shoulders. “Oh, my god! I’m about to fuck a sea god,” she thought. Closer and closer his tongue got, until she felt it touch the very tip of her exposed clit. He licked around her fingers, which were still on her flesh. Her back arched higher, as he flicked her clit with his tongue, before sucking her fingers into his hot mouth. She tasted like hot need; so intoxicating. He could get drunk on her juices. She pulled her fingers from his mouth and tangled them in his hair. She needed him closer. “Please,” she whispered. She was burning with need, and yet, he hovered. His warm breath danced over her flesh. She could feel his lips graze her swollen labia. Now impatient, she tried to yank him closer, but he was unyielding. He was teasing her. Chuckling softly, he nipped at her clit; just a lick here and there. It was enough to keep her wound tightly. Her pussy was engorged. The loveliest shade of bright pink stained her chest, making her nipples dark red. The sexual flush was beautiful and suited her well. Without warning, he sucked her clit all the way into his mouth. His arms tightened around her hips, as she screamed loudly into the coming night. She could feel his tongue licking her nub, as the suction from his mouth pulled it further into his hot oral cavity. He asked the tide to leave. He wanted her all to his self. She felt the warm seawater pull back to the ocean, leaving this sea god with her. She couldn’t focus; his mouth was drawing all her blood to her clit. He encircled her bloated clit with his teeth and gently gnawed at the base of the throbbing bundle of sex nerves. Her legs were stiff; pushing her hips up high. She was about to blast his face with her cunt cream. He felt her body trembling. One more push and she would rocket into space. He sucked hard, while sawing his teeth on her clit. She screeched. He felt his chin get sticky with her nectar. “Now, you can do better than that,” he mumbled; mouth full of her tender flesh. He shoved two, thick fingers deep inside her seizing hole and tickled her cervix. She could feel her pleasure pulses getting stronger. It felt like he was pulling another orgasm from deep inside her. Loud, wet noises came from her pussy, as his fingers kept her in a constant orgasmic state. His control was slipping. He rubbed his granite hard cock against the wet sand. Heavy balls, that were full of cum, were drawn tight against his body. The long, thick shaft of his cock buried into the sand with each thrust of his lean hips.
She raised her head to watch him. All she could see was the top of his face, the lower half buried in her weeping cunt. His gaze penetrated her. He was watching her watch him. Just seeing him hump against the sand made her jealous. She wanted him inside her. As if he read her mind, he ripped his face from her pussy and rapidly flipped her over. He pushed her shoulders down roughly, and she had to turn her head to keep the sand from smothering her. “Don’t move,” he growled. She felt him nudge her legs open wider. A warm breeze caressed her open pussy, sending chills racing down her spine. He was motionless behind her. Never had he seen a more beautiful sight. Her pussy, still convulsing, was swollen and red, and her soft inner thighs were abraded by his whiskers. The tiny closed star of her ass twitched under his scrutiny. She could feel his breath on the back of her thighs, traveling higher. He kissed her sandy ass cheek before brushing away the grains with his large hands. His breath got closer. She shivered. His tongue, pointed, traced tight circles around her brown, hairless rosebud. Her hips wiggled, as he licked the wrinkled skin lightly. She never would have guessed that the pleasure coming from her anus would be so intense. Her already tensed muscles tightened even more when she felt his tongue invade her. She began to hyperventilate when his fingers slipped inside her pussy and copied what his tongue was doing to her ass. She wanted to push her hand underneath her body and rub her clit until she sprayed him in her nectar again. All the sudden his fingers and tongue were gone. His big body moved closer to her. He guided his blood filled cock to her open pussy. She could feel his large mushroom shaped glans trying to push it’s way into her tight opening. Panting, she savoured the ripping pleasure. Once the wide ridge popped through, his whole shaft was shoved all the way inside her body. His ball sac slapped against her clit, as if to spank it for being so naughty. His breath left in a rush. Her pussy was griping him like a warm, moist glove. She rippled all around him. As he withdrew, a sloppy sucking sound was audible. She couldn’t take much more. He filled her to capacity, only to leave her empty and wanting. His cock hovered near the entrance of her pussy for a microsecond before slamming back into her. The need was too great. She wiggled her hand to her clit and began to rub back and forth frantically. He was using long, slow, hard strokes, but what she wanted was hard and fast. She felt his finger probe her tightly closed rosebud, and her cunt wept a copious amount of oyster colored tears. Her thighs were wet; her pussy coated in with a thin layer of soft sand. He pushed his long middle finger into her snug ass and rubbed the head of his cock through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass. He groaned from the sensation. She groaned from being filled in both holes. His thrusts got faster. Her pussy got wetter and noisier. She could smell her juices mixing with his. Her fingers danced rapidly over her pulsing clit, as his hips were almost a blur. She was close to exploding again. When he yanked his finger from her ass to grab a hold of her hips, she cried out. The sudden relief of pressure from her ass somersaulted her into the most intense orgasm ever. She saw white flashes of light, as her cunt sucked his dick. He felt her cum. It was enough to send his hot seed racing up his engorged shaft. He grabbed her hips and pummelled her hard. It felt like his cock was about to burst, as spurts of thick seed filled her pussy. Several more short thrusts helped to wring the remaining juice from his bobbing dick. He pulled out of her velvet sheath and watched fondly as his white cum oozed from her battered hole. Night had fallen. The tide had to be returned. It was time for him to go. As the water rushed around her, she crawled further up the beach to avoid being drowned. Her sarong and thong floated around him. His magnificent cock jutted out from his body; a drop of cum hanging loosely to his slit. With sadness, she watched him melt into the water. For how long she sat there, she didn’t know. The beach began to get hazy; out of focus. It was time to wake up. WELCOME TO THE PHOENIX CLUB The Phoenix is a Club and a place of action packed parties. To book for the best swingers party London please call one of the mobile number and agree to club rules which you will find under the information tab located top right. The phone lines are open from 9am til 9pm. Please bare with us if you don’t get thru straight away. They can get busy! We have a luxurious venue in Central London minutes from Tube, Bus and National Rail Links. The parties are held fixed times and days, Monday to Friday, plus regular Saturday afternoons. 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How to give her a mind-blowing orgasm

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How to give her a mind-blowing orgasm “Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.” —Simone de Beauvoir A lot of men seem to think that the one sure-fire way to bring their lover to orgasm is by performing cunnilingus. It seems so easy! All you have to do is lick her clitoris, right? Wrong! Good oral sex is a delicate balance between technique and timing. You can certainly learn the technique, but the timing is a little more difficult. We’ll start with the easy part, technique. Although there are many different ways to perform cunnilingus, your partner’s preferences will vary wildly. Try several techniques to see what she likes, and then vary them to see what works best for her. Licking The same as with a kiss, a mushy tongue is unappealing to a woman receiving cunnilingus. Use your tongue as a muscle, concentrating your action on the tip of it. Flick her clitoris with a short, concentrated motion, varying your motions from time to time with longer strokes. This technique gives her quick jolts of pleasure mixed with brief moments of no stimulation, and then intense stimulation. You’ll be teasing her, increasing her sexual arousal and helping her build toward climax. Rotating Tongue Many people don’t realize that the area around the clitoris is also very sensitive. Again, use your tongue as a muscle and lightly trace the area around her clitoris with the just the tip of your tongue. Don’t get mushy! After you move around the area for a little bit, focus on licking small circles directly on her clitoris. Then go back to licking the area around it, as well as the rest of her labia and her vagina. Then move back to the clitoris. By concentrating the motion in small, tight circles and breaking up the action, you’ll soon have her revved up and ready for orgasm. Tapping Although not every woman likes this, those who do seem to love it. The idea is to flick your tongue in a sharp, quick pattern directly on her clitoris. It takes a little practice, but it’s well worth the effort. You won’t want to use this technique the entire time; mix it up with licking and the rotating tongue. Tonguing the Alphabet Another exciting variation to licking is tonguing the alphabet on her clitoris. Don’t tell her what you’re doing, or she might start giggling! Starting with A and ending with Z, cover the entire alphabet, and then start again. Repeat as necessary. This varied pattern will keep her body guessing about what’s going to happen next, tantalizing her. As she nears orgasm, focus on short, sharp licks. Variation is good at the beginning and middle, but at the end, she’ll probably want the same good technique until she climaxes. Face Straddle Many women enjoy being on top during cunnilingus. If that’s your partner’s preference, get comfy on the bed with your head on a pillow. Have her straddle your face with a knee on each side of your head and gently lower herself until she’s in reach. As you try different techniques, she’ll probably move above you, giving you clues about where to lick next. Follow her lead, and she’ll explode. Timing Really is Everything As I said earlier, the trickiest part of giving your partner satisfying oral sex is the timing. Your woman has probably used her hands to pleasure herself for years, and she knows what she likes. Unlike penetration, your tongue is a close approximation of her fingers, so your chances are 50-50 that you’ll either make her think of how she can do it better, or replicate her own technique, but better. The difference lies in paying attention to what you’re doing and following her clues, whether she speaks them aloud or shows you with her body. Another thing to remember is that for many different reasons, not all women like receiving oral sex. It’s a very personal love act, and it might not always be the right time for her. She could feel dirty, embarrassed or pressured to fake an orgasm so that you won’t have to keep giving her selfless love. The best way to cope with these negative feelings is to talk about them beforehand. Make sure she understands that what you most want to do is give her pleasure. If she doesn’t have an orgasm, oral sex still feels great! _Use your fingers _ There is nothing that a woman likes more than a multitalented man. And if you know how to use both your tongue and fingers at the same time, you will definitely become her oral sex king. While you’re French kissing her clitoris, use your finger to rub it at the same time. If you can rub your stomach and pat your head at the same time, you might want to suck on her clitoris, penetrate her vagina and thrust repeatedly with your fingers. Be careful not to lose sight of what you’re doing because the vagina is a very sensitive area and one wrong move can leave you hung out to dry. Keep up with what you’re doing to her. Make sure that you’re not thrusting your fingers too deep or too fast. You might also want to use your finger to rub her G-Spot; it’s not that big of a mystery as it’s a rough-feeling portion of flesh located on the anterior wall of the vagina. _The tongue’s the one _ Use your tongue freely and don’t be afraid to venture into uncharted territory; the more relaxed you are, the more relaxed she will be. And perhaps you weren’t aware of this, but if your woman is a gusher, the feeling of her ejaculate flowing all over your mouth is one of the world’s greatest aphrodisiacs. No one likes a slobbering idiot, so don’t lose your mind while you’re in her sacred garden. Don’t start drooling all over her vagina and don’t do random things when you’re giving her oral sex. Always have a strategy when you’re going down. Lastly, and we can’t stress this enough: Never bite any part of the vagina. Not only can it cause physical harm, but you’ll probably get thrown into the dog house. bon appetit There you have it WELCOME TO THE PHOENIX CLUB The Phoenix is a Club and a place of action packed parties. To book for the best swingers party London please call one of the mobile number and agree to club rules which you will find under the information tab located top right. The phone lines are open from 9am til 9pm. Please bare with us if you don’t get thru straight away. They can get busy! We have a luxurious venue in Central London minutes from Tube, Bus and National Rail Links. The parties are held fixed times and days, Monday to Friday, plus regular Saturday afternoons. Each Party lasts two hours and features a minimum 6 beautiful ladies and a maximum ratio of 2:1 Attendance by reservation only. Look forward to welcoming you all very soon Reservations and enquiries 07748 903868 / 07748 964653 enquiries@thephoenixclub.london

The Story of the Three kalendars,Sons of King, and of Five Ladies of Baghdad

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 The Story of the Three Kalendars, Sons of Kings, and of Five Ladies of Baghdad 13 Replies In the reign of the Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid, there lived at Baghdad a porter who, in spite of his humble calling, was an intelligent and sensible man.

 One morning he was sitting in his usual place with his basket before him, waiting to be hired, when a tall young lady, covered with a long muslin veil, came up to him and said, “Pick up your basket and follow me.” The porter, who was greatly pleased by her appearance and voice, jumped up at once, poised his basket on his head, and accompanied the lady, saying to himself as he went, “Oh, happy day! Oh, lucky meeting!” Illustration by H.J. Ford (1898) The lady soon stopped before a closed door, at which she knocked. It was opened by an old man with a long white beard, to whom the lady held out money without speaking. The old man, who seemed to understand what she wanted, vanished into the house, and returned bringing a large jar of wine, which the porter placed in his basket. Then the lady signed to him to follow, and they went their way. The next place she stopped at was a fruit and flower shop, and here she bought a large quantity of apples, apricots, peaches, and other things, with lilies, jasmine, and all sorts of sweet-smelling plants. From this shop she went to a butcher’s, a grocer’s, and a poulterer’s, till at last the porter exclaimed in despair, “My good lady, if you had only told me you were going to buy enough provisions to stock a town, I would have brought a horse, or rather a camel.” The lady laughed, and told him she had not finished yet, but after choosing various kinds of scents and spices from a druggist’s store, she halted before a magnificent palace, at the door of which she knocked gently. The porteress who opened it was of such beauty that the eyes of the man were quite dazzled, and he was the more astonished as he saw clearly that she was no slave. The lady who had led him hither stood watching him with amusement, till the porteress exclaimed, “Why don’t you come in, my sister? This poor man is so heavily weighed down that he is ready to drop.” When they were both inside the door was fastened, and they all three entered a large court, surrounded by an open-work gallery. At one end of the court was a platform, and on the platform stood an amber throne supported by four ebony columns, garnished with pearls and diamonds. In the middle of the court stood a marble basin filled with water from the mouth of a golden lion. The porter looked about him, noticing and admiring everything; but his attention was specially attracted by a third lady sitting on the throne, who was even more beautiful than the other two. By the respect shown to her by the others, he judged that she must be the eldest, and in this he was right. This lady’s name was Zobeida, the porteress was Sadie, and the housekeeper was Amina. At a word from Zobeida, Sadie and Amina took the basket from the porter, who was glad enough to be relieved from its weight; and when it was emptied, paid him handsomely for its use. But instead of taking up his basket and going away, the man still lingered, till Zobeida inquired what he was waiting for, and if he expected more money. “Oh, madam,” returned he, “you have already given me too much, and I fear I may have been guilty of rudeness in not taking my departure at once. But, if you will pardon my saying so, I was lost in astonishment at seeing such beautiful ladies by themselves. A company of women without men is, however, as dull as a company of men without women.” And after telling some stories to prove his point, he ended by entreating them to let him stay and make a fourth at their dinner. The ladies were rather amused at the man’s assurances and after some discussion it was agreed that he should be allowed to stay, as his society might prove entertaining. “But listen, friend,” said Zobeida, “if we grant your request, it is only on condition that you behave with the utmost politeness, and that you keep the secret of our way of living, which chance has revealed to you.” Then they all sat down to table, which had been covered by Amina with the dishes she had bought. After the first few mouthfuls Amina poured some wine into a golden cup. She first drank herself, according to the Arab custom, and then filled it for her sisters. When it came to the porter’s turn he kissed Amina’s hand, and sang a song, which he composed at the moment in praise of the wine. The three ladies were pleased with the song, and then sang themselves, so that the repast was a merry one, and lasted much longer than usual. At length, seeing that the sun was about to set, Sadia said to the porter, “Rise and go; it is now time for us to separate.” “Oh, madam,” replied he, “how can you desire me to quit you in the state in which I am? Between the wine I have drunk, and the pleasure of seeing you, I should never find the way to my house. Let me remain here till morning, and when I have recovered my senses I will go when you like.” “Let him stay,” said Amina, who had before proved herself his friend. “It is only just, as he has given us so much amusement.” “If you wish it, my sister,” replied Zobeida; “but if he does, I must make a new condition. Porter,” she continued, turning to him, “if you remain, you must promise to ask no questions about anything you may see. If you do, you may perhaps hear what you don’t like.” This being settled, Amina brought in supper, and lit up the hall with a number of sweet smelling tapers. They then sat down again at the table, and began with fresh appetites to eat, drink, sing, and recite verses. In fact, they were all enjoying themselves mightily when they heard a knock at the outer door, which Sadie rose to open. She soon returned saying that three kalendars, all blind in the right eye, and all with their heads, faces, and eyebrows clean shaved, begged for admittance, as they were newly arrived in Baghdad, and night had already fallen. “They seem to have pleasant manners,” she added, “but you have no idea how funny they look. I am sure we should find their company diverting.” Zobeida and Amina made some difficulty about admitting the new comers, and Sadie knew the reason of their hesitation. But she urged the matter so strongly that Zobeida was at last forced to consent. “Bring them in, then,” said she, “but make them understand that they are not to make remarks about what does not concern them, and be sure to make them read the inscription over the door.” For on the door was written in letters of gold, “Whoso meddles in affairs that are no business of his, will hear truths that will not please him.” The three kalendars bowed low on entering, and thanked the ladies for their kindness and hospitality. The ladies replied with words of welcome, and they were all about to seat themselves when the eyes of the kalendars fell on the porter, whose dress was not so very unlike their own, though he still wore all the hair that nature had given him. “This,” said one of them, “is apparently one of our Arab brothers, who has rebelled against our ruler.” The porter, although half asleep from the wine he had drunk, heard the words, and without moving cried angrily to the kalendar, “Sit down and mind your own business. Did you not read the inscription over the door? Everybody is not obliged to live in the same way.” “Do not be so angry, my good man,” replied the kalendar; “we should be very sorry to displease you;” so the quarrel was smoothed over, and supper began in good earnest. When the kalendars had satisfied their hunger, they offered to play to their hostesses, if there were any instruments in the house. The ladies were delighted at the idea, and Sadie went to see what she could find, returning in a few moments laden with two different kinds of flutes and a tambourine. Each kalendar took the one he preferred, and began to play a well-known air, while the ladies sang the words of the song. These words were the gayest and liveliest possible, and every now and then the singers had to stop to indulge the laughter which almost choked them. In the midst of all their noise, a knock was heard at the door. Now early that evening the Caliph secretly left the palace, accompanied by his grand-vizir, Giafar, and Mesrour, chief of the eunuchs, all three wearing the dresses of merchants. Passing down the street, the Caliph had been attracted by the music of instruments and the sound of laughter, and had ordered his vizir to go and knock at the door of the house, as he wished to enter. The vizir replied that the ladies who lived there seemed to be entertaining their friends, and he thought his master would do well not to intrude on them; but the Caliph had taken it into his head to see for himself, and insisted on being obeyed. The knock was answered by Sadie, with a taper in her hand, and the vizir, who was surprised at her beauty, bowed low before her, and said respectfully, “Madam, we are three merchants who have lately arrived from Moussoul, and, owing to a misadventure which befel us this very night, only reached our inn to find that the doors were closed to us till to-morrow morning. Not knowing what to do, we wandered in the streets till we happened to pass your house, when, seeing lights and hearing the sound of voices, we resolved to ask you to give us shelter till the dawn. If you will grant us this favour, we will, with your permission, do all in our power to help you spend the time pleasantly.” Sadie answered the merchant that she must first consult her sisters; and after having talked over the matter with them, she returned to tell him that he and his two friends would be welcome to join their company. They entered and bowed politely to the ladies and their guests. Then Zobeida, as the mistress, came forward and said gravely, “You are welcome here, but I hope you will allow me to beg one thing of you–have as many eyes as you like, but no tongues; and ask no questions about anything you see, however strange it may appear to you.” “Madam,” returned the vizir, “you shall be obeyed. We have quite enough to please and interest us without troubling ourselves about that with which we have no concern.” Then they all sat down, and drank to the health of the new comers. While the vizir, Giafar, was talking to the ladies the Caliph was occupied in wondering who they could be, and why the three kalendars had each lost his right eye. He was burning to inquire the reason of it all, but was silenced by Zobeida’s request, so he tried to rouse himself and to take his part in the conversation, which was very lively, the subject of discussion being the many different sorts of pleasures that there were in the world. After some time the kalendars got up and performed some curious dances, which delighted the rest of the company. When they had finished Zobeida rose from her seat, and, taking Amina by the hand, she said to her, “My sister, our friends will excuse us if we seem to forget their presence and fulfil our nightly task.” Amina understood her sister’s meaning, and collecting the dishes, glasses, and musical instruments, she carried them away, while Sadie swept the hall and put everything in order. Having done this she begged the kalendars to sit on a sofa on one side of the room, and the Caliph and his friends to place themselves opposite. As to the porter, she requested him to come and help her and her sister. Shortly after Amina entered carrying a seat, which she put down in the middle of the empty space. She next went over to the door of a closet and signed to the porter to follow her. He did so, and soon reappeared leading two black dogs by a chain, which he brought into the centre of the hall. Zobeida then got up from her seat between the kalendars and the Caliph and walked slowly across to where the porter stood with the dogs. “We must do our duty,” she said with a deep sigh, pushing back her sleeves, and, taking a whip from Sadie, she said to the man, “Take one of those dogs to my sister Amina and give me the other.” The porter did as he was bid, but as he led the dog to Zobeida it uttered piercing howls, and gazed up at her with looks of entreaty. But Zobeida took no notice, and whipped the dog till she was out of breath. She then took the chain from the porter, and, raising the dog on its hind legs, they looked into each other’s eyes sorrowfully till tears began to fall from both. Then Zobeida took her handkerchief and wiped the dog’s eyes tenderly, after which she kissed it, then, putting the chain into the porter’s hand she said, “Take it back to the closet and bring me the other.” The same ceremony was gone through with the second dog, and all the while the whole company looked on with astonishment. The Caliph in particular could hardly contain himself, and made signs to the vizir to ask what it all meant. But the vizir pretended not to see, and turned his head away. Zobeida remained for some time in the middle of the room, till at last Sadie went up to her and begged her to sit down, as she also had her part to play. At these words Amina fetched a lute from a case of yellow satin and gave it to Sadie, who sang several songs to its accompaniment. When she was tired she said to Amina, “My sister, I can do no more; come, I pray you, and take my place.” Amina struck a few chords and then broke into a song, which she sang with so much ardour that she was quite overcome, and sank gasping on a pile of cushions, tearing open her dress as she did so to give herself some air. To the amazement of all present, her neck, instead of being as smooth and white as her face, was a mass of scars. The kalendars and the Caliph looked at each other, and whispered together, unheard by Zobeida and Sadie, who were tending their fainting sister. “What does it all mean? ‘ asked the Caliph. “We know no more than you,” said the kalendar to whom he had spoken. “What! You do not belong to the house?” “My lord,” answered all the kalendars together, “we came here for the first time an hour before you.” They then turned to the porter to see if he could explain the mystery, but the porter was no wiser than they were themselves. At length the Caliph could contain his curiosity no longer, and declared that he would compel the ladies to tell them the meaning of their strange conduct. The vizir, foreseeing what would happen, implored him to remember the condition their hostesses had imposed, and added in a whisper that if his Highness would only wait till morning he could as Caliph summon the ladies to appear before him. But the Caliph, who was not accustomed to be contradicted, rejected this advice, and it was resolved after a little more talking that the question should be put by the porter. Suddenly Zobeida turned round, and seeing their excitement she said, “What is the matter– what are you all discussing so earnestly?” “Madam,” answered the porter, “these gentlemen entreat you to explain to them why you should first whip the dogs and then cry over them, and also how it happens that the fainting lady is covered with scars. They have requested me, Madam, to be their mouthpiece.” “Is it true, gentlemen,” asked Zobeida, drawing herself up, “that you have charged this man to put me that question?” “It is,” they all replied, except Giafar, who was silent. “Is this,” continued Zobeida, growing more angry every moment, “is this the return you make for the hospitality I have shown you? Have you forgotten the one condition on which you were allowed to enter the house? Come quickly,” she added, clapping her hands three times, and the words were hardly uttered when seven black slaves, each armed with a sabre, burst in and stood over the seven men, throwing them on the ground, and preparing themselves, on a sign from their mistress, to cut off their heads. The seven culprits all thought their last hour had come, and the Caliph repented bitterly that he had not taken the vizir’s advice. But they made up their minds to die bravely, all except the porter, who loudly inquired of Zobeida why he was to suffer for other people’s faults, and declared that these misfortunes would never have happened if it had not been for the kalendars, who always brought ill-luck. He ended by imploring Zobeida not to confound the innocent with the guilty and to spare his life. In spite of her anger, there was something so comic in the groans of the porter that Zobeida could not refrain from laughing. But putting him aside she addressed the others a second time, saying, “Answer me; who are you? Unless you tell me truly you have not another moment to live. I can hardly think you are men of any position, whatever country you belong to. If you were, you would have had more consideration for us.” The Caliph, who was naturally very impatient, suffered far more than either of the others at feeling that his life was at the mercy of a justly offended lady, but when he heard her question he began to breathe more freely, for he was convinced that she had only to learn his name and rank for all danger to be over. So he whispered hastily to the vizir, who was next to him, to reveal their secret. But the vizir, wiser than his master, wished to conceal from the public the affront they had received, and merely answered, “After all, we have only got what we deserved.” Meanwhile Zobeida had turned to the three kalendars and inquired if, as they were all blind, they were brothers. “No, madam,” replied one, “we are no blood relations at all, only brothers by our mode of life.” “And you,” she asked, addressing another, “were you born blind of one eye?” “No, madam,” returned he, “I became blind through a most surprising adventure, such as probably has never happened to anybody. After that I shaved my head and eyebrows and put on the dress in which you see me now.” Zobeida put the same question to the other two kalendars, and received the same answer. “But,” added the third, “it may interest you, madam, to know that we are not men of low birth, but are all three sons of kings, and of kings, too, whom the world holds in high esteem.” At these words Zobeida’s anger cooled down, and she turned to her slaves and said, “You can give them a little more liberty, but do not leave the hall. Those that will tell us their histories and their reasons for coming here shall be allowed to leave unhurt; those who refuse–” And she paused, but in a moment the porter, who understood that he had only to relate his story to set himself free from this terrible danger, immediately broke in, “Madam, you know already how I came here, and what I have to say will soon be told. Your sister found me this morning in the place where I always stand waiting to be hired. She bade me follow her to various shops, and when my basket was quite full we returned to this house, when you had the goodness to permit me to remain, for which I shall be eternally grateful. That is my story.” He looked anxiously to Zobeida, who nodded her head and said, “You can go; and take care we never meet again.” “Oh, madam,” cried the porter, “let me stay yet a little while. It is not just that the others should have heard my story and that I should not hear theirs,” and without waiting for permission he seated himself on the end of the sofa occupied by the ladies, whilst the rest crouched on the carpet, and the slaves stood against the wall. Then one of the kalendars, addressing himself to Zobeida as the principal lady, began his story. This entry was posted in Arabian Nights, Children's Stories, Stories and tagged Arabian Nights on March 27, 2009 by Editor. Post ← Arabian Nights: The Story of the Young King of the Black IslesArabian Nights: The Story of the First Kalendar, Son of a King → 13 thoughts on “Arabian Nights: The Story of the Three Kalendars, Sons of Kings, and of Five Ladies of Baghdad” diksha ramburuth April 12, 2009 at 2:23 am i am a great fan of arabian nights, if possible may i get an e-mail containing a full lengh story on arabian night for i have read all the stories on this site. i will be gratefull to you if i get the story on the following address:- dik.ramburuth@live.com thank you, yours faithfully, diksha. Reply ↓ man April 12, 2009 at 2:29 am it’ dull Reply ↓ man April 12, 2009 at 2:31 am i love this story the story of the trhee kalenders, son of kings… Reply ↓ Naved September 2, 2009 at 5:35 am mann its just great it really engrosses me every time i read it, just 1 simple question is this the complete set of stories or there is more to them let me know about it . . . . naved_scorpion@yahoo.com is my email id just in case Reply ↓ HI..... August 13, 2010 at 3:53 am Not at all interesting….really dull…. Reply ↓ Zobelda September 8, 2010 at 7:02 am Naved, have you forgotten the one condition..? NO QUESTIONS!! Now you have to die, pal.. :D Reply ↓ ankit March 21, 2011 at 8:28 am v.v.v.interesting Reply ↓ coffee April 7, 2011 at 11:19 am i realy like this story. i think we could learn a lot from it. Reply ↓ JB April 9, 2011 at 6:02 pm How the hell is this dull? It’s intriguing and sexy Reply ↓ Oriental Merchant June 11, 2011 at 4:59 am Oh Arabian stories are of marvelous workmanship; only if i could time-travel back to meet the author. I have so many questions to ask him, especially about the inspirations in which he sought to craft such a tale. Reply ↓ Isabella October 15, 2011 at 2:59 am Dull thats harsh I wanna hear how it ends! Reply ↓ chandni October 17, 2012 at 12:00 am i just loved this story. it’s very noice story Reply ↓ Huls October 17, 2012 at 6:19 am love the stories and their teachings u nlike todays stories which is only 4 entertainment. Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Your email address will not be published. Comment Name Email Website SEARCH THE SITE S GET THE ADVENTURE BOOK FREE ABC LEARNING FOR CLASSROOMS ABOUT THE SITE Films, photography, short stories, and games are the primary areas covered here. More than just opinions, you will find original films produced by your editor, Alessandro Cima. 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Fucking Sex Story Read English Sex Story Friday, 17 May 2013 Sex With Lovely Arabian Lady Hi folks, it’s about my tour to Egypt for business. I had to take a flight from Cairo to Nairobi when I reached airport I had three Arabian women in burka, one old lady, and two young girls out of which one was damn beautiful n sexy. They were ahead me while doing screening. I was just staring at the beautiful burka clad women. My eyes not ready to leave her glimpse then proceeded to the counter behind them n came to know that Nairobi flight is cancelled on hearing this. I uas upset and that lady spoke to the airlines person in Arabic language and they had heated arguments and then the airlines staff told as the flight has been cancelled due to technical reasons and we have been booked for next day’s flight and hotel will be provided by the airlines. Then as there was no option left and I told its ok there is no other way out. Then she also cooled down and spoke to me as what if tomorrow also they say the same thing. Well I said what else can and we do. Then we were given voucher and 4 of us proceeded towards bus to be taken to hotel while in bus I was staring at her and she also felt that I am behind her and but did not give any attention when we reached hotel. We were given rooms, the old lady and another girl took one room and this lady took another room, thereafter was my room after handing over voucher to hotel staff I moved to my room n so did they all again while in lobby and I was admiring her which. She noticed and started to respond while going her just smiled n said bye softly. I also went to room and was thinking of this lady. After half an hour got a call from reception that dinner is ready so went down to have dinner in restaurant I sat on one table and started my dinner in few minutes. She came to the restaurant alone. I smiled at her and she also responded and I asked where is her mother and sister, so she said it’s not her mother and sister, but she is her mother in law and the other lady is their maid as before reaching airport they had dinner so they don’t want have, but she did not ate earlier. I requested her to sit with me n give me company. There were other people in the restaurant having their dinner. She was a bit reluctant but then managed herself to sit opposite me while having dinner we discussed as where she was from n why going to Nairobi. She said she was from Yeman and married to a Kuwaiti man who is having a good job in Nairobia. She has gone to visit her parents with her mother in law and now going back to Nairobi while talking all this. I was just admiring her and she was also looking at me as she was interested in me while we had dinner we were in lift, she asked me what’s my room number and I laughed and told her why want come to my room or what, she also laughed n said just kidding. FUCKINGSEXSTORY.BLOGSPOT.COM bookmark us !!!! Then she told me bye and thanks for good company and went her room and I also was at my door, the she said bye and I too said bye n blushed my eyes n she gave me a naught smile and went in room. I also came in the room and I changed clothes and was thinking of her and my tool started to come in action in few minutes it was all hard enough to bang after about 2 hours and I got a call from her and asking was I asleep. I said no, then she said what am I doing, I told nothing then she said if nothing then why awake till so late night it was about 1 am. So I asked what was she doing and so she said she was also unable to sleep then I told her frankly that I was thinking of you so was not able to sleep. She laughed and told me the same then she said can I come to her room, I said ok, but she said do not knock as she is keeping the door open and I have to just come in the room. I did as was told. What a beauty, as I had seen her in burkha but now saw her in sleeveless nighty which was a bit transparent. I was looking at her boobs which were fantastic which she noticed and said what am I looking at, I was ashamed and then started to look somewhere else. She then got up from bed and came close to me. She said look I need you tonight as she likes me immediately. I turned at her and embraced her and started kissing her and kissing her necks, ears, eyes, nose lips and then smooch her. Took her to bed and she also kissing my neck then I got up and just touched her boobs, she said remove the gown n then do whatever you want to do. I removed her gown n she was now in a bran panty in front of me, she immediately removed my kurta and pyjama, as I was not wearing undies she just gold hold of my cock and started staring at it and then I removed her bra wow what a milky boobs and I asked her can. I suck it she said tonight she is mine I am free to do anything with her. I then started sucking her boobs with one my hand fondling her pussy which was very much wet then she pushed my head towards her pussy what a clean shaven pink pussy. I started to lick her pussy by which she was moaning and holding my head on her pussy hard. I inserted my whole tongue in her pussy which she was enjoying I moved my head down towards her asshole what a fine asshole she was having when my tongue reached at her asshole. She was not able to control herself n was moving her bums with her eyes closed. I kept on licking pussy and asshole till she came. I could feel tangy liquid flow in my mouth then she went quite looking at me and saying I am too much naughty. I lied beside her with my throbbing cock, which she saw and came close and took the same in her hand then I told her how about sucking she said why not and immediately took my cock in her mouth and started licking like lollypop nonstop. I was very hot n told her to leave me as I was about to come, but she did not leave me within minutes and I shoot in her mouth, she was looking very funny, my load half in her mouth and half on her lips. She spitted out and wiped her face and my cock with the tissue. Then we laid around in each other’s arms, kissing fondling, teasing. I asked what’s to be done next and she said it’s me who has to decide what’s to be done next. I told her and I would like to fuck her ass. She laughed and said why that hole when you have my tight pussy, then too I said while licking your asshole I was planning to fuck that hole. Well she said she has never tried there, better I fuck her pussy and I insisted her that I would do it very gently and if it pains. I would not do and finally she agreed and got up from bed, opened her bag removed moisturising cream and told me may be you would need it and I said, that’s better with this you would not feel difficult then made her sit in doggie position, went down to her ass licked her. And then when she was ready put some cream on my cock and some on the opening of her asshole and started to stroke, she screamed its very thick and cannot go, but then I fondled her ass and put my finder there to make her comfortable and within few minutes it seems. She was enjoying my finger then she herself told me to proceed. I started slowly and slowly within few minutes my whole cock was inside her asshole but am sure she was not comfortable with it any way as the strokes were faster. She started to enjoy n told me faster and deeper, then what I using my full stamina fucked her shithole and within minutes was out in her asshole made her lay on bed still my dick inside her hole and then when my cock went loose removed it. She was happy as she said its nice game, and she enjoyed ass fuck. By then it was 4 am so I told her shall I leave so she said I cannot unless I fuck her pussy. I told her for that I need to get sucked so my dick can bang her pussy. She then came in 69 positions sucking my cock and giving me smell of her tangy pussy, licking her clits and I was enjoying her pussy on my face within few minutes she made my cock hard and then said ok come on fuck me. I lied down and then made her ride on me, but this position she was not enjoying, so made her lie down n then put my cock in her pussy. Fully gone in her pussy and she moans like anything, guiding me to suck her nipples one by one which I was doing while stroking her. She was holding my buttocks harder and enjoying the fuck. She told me not to come unless she reaches and I was just trying to satisfy her and once she said she has reached I removed my cock and put the same in between her big boobs and tried doing Russian and finally in minutes. I was out all my cream in between her boobs. I then wiped out the cream and made my elf comfortable then I told I want pee she jumped from bed and said show me how you pee laughed and said what will you do me peeing, so she said would like to smell the aroma of my pee. I agreed but said would also smell her pee aroma, but she said why just aroma if I want I can play with her pee while she is pissing off, ah it was something new so I agreed and while I pissed she put her hands like washing hands with my pee. And while she was pissing I took my pose towards her pussy to get the aroma of her piss and then while she was pissing put my nose in between while she was pissing out then we took bath together and freshened yourself and it was 5 am. She said it’s time for me to move as she would take some rest and I also had to take some rest. We kissed each other and I pressed her boobs and she fondled my dick and we separated. Next morning we were in same flight but thinking of each other. I still miss that lady.