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We got on very well and agreed to meet the following morning to continue
our chat. No plans, nor even the original reason for the meeting had been
mentioned, so I went back to my hotel for the night to dream of them alone.

The following day we met in my hotel at about 10 o’clock, to go site
seeing. They lived about 2 miles from the sea, so we drove out to a cove
there. It was breezy but very warm, being mid September. The beach was
deserted, but we moved back into the dunes behind to get away from the
wind, and sat down on a travel rug to chat.

I had brought a picnic basket from the hotel, from which I took a bottle of
wine. We sat there drinking wine and chatting about almost everything.

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“You are an expert,” Garolynn said as she licked her lips where some of
Peter’s cum had rubbed off from Janis’s mouth. “Where did you learn to do
that?” “My first husband,” Janis replied. “He made me suck his cock right
after we were married. He liked to get sucked off and we would practice a
lot. His sperm tasted way different that Peter’s. When I got divorced, I
dated several men. Sometimes I would suck them off rather than fuck them. “He fucked me about once a week but
would never consider oral sex. He thought it was dirty, or something. Since
our divorce, I have had some experience with other men, but not in the oral
department, like you Janis. I have had men please me orally, but that was a
new experience just a few years ago. I have sucked on men’s cocks but,
believe it or not, Peter was the first person to cum in my mouth just this
afternoon. I was surprised by the amount of cum and the taste, although I
must admit, Peter, it didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. But then
Janis says everybody is different, so maybe I started at the top of the taste
pile,” she giggled. “I have never made love to a woman before today and
really had negative feelings about it. However, while I would not say it is
my preference, I enjoyed making love to you Janis. You are a treat to watch
when you are cumming. I knew that was you this afternoon, but I couldn’t be
sure until you came tonight. I wish I could get into it that well. When I
cum, its good, don’t get me wrong; but when you cum, your whole body is in it.
Its like you are in some other world. And Peter, you are a great partner.




I
found that most men like to be sucked off and if I swallowed the sperm, they
appreciated it more. I’m no expert, but I suppose I have sucked 3 or 4
different men off over the last several years. I have gotten to where I
really enjoy sucking men off, albeit some men’s sperm taste far better than
others.” “My, that’s quite a summary of your sex life,” replied Garolynn.
“Well, we’re all friends here, aren’t we?” asked Janis. “At least I hope so
as we have each played with the other’s sexual fantasies here for the last
couple of hours.” “My husband was not nearly as sexually oriented as your
first husband, I guess,” said Garolynn.




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Alice Sex Date

Alice had been naughty. Her lover was away for the weekend and she was
bored. When Dave called her, telling you about the concert tickets he had,
she knew what he wanted, but between the boredom and wanting to see the
concert (and Dave’s build) she went.

Dave did everything he could to turn her on. He had drinks at his place
ready before she left. she sat out on the lawn at the pavilion, drinking
wine. He put his arm around her, and at every opportunity Dave touched her,
stroked her, patted her, massaged her.

He spent a good ten minutes rubbing her forearms when she talked about
typing much of the morning. He spent longer on her back, and the kiss at the
end had seemed so natural.

The three that followed were more forceful. She didn’t protest when his
hand began rubbing her breast … she rather liked it.

On the way home his hand was under her dress as he drove, teasing her
pubic mound so that by the time she reached his apartment you were wet and as
horny as she could remember being. He took her on the rug in his living room,
and then later in his big bed.

For Alice, things had gotten out of hand … and she loved it.

Dave had continued to maintain possession of either her breast or her sex
the whole drive home. When they had entered the house he had begun kissing
her in earnest as he undressed her. His tongue had explored her in ways she
had always refused to her lover, Mark. Dave had simply been insistent. He
had tongued her mouth–deeply. He had gone all over her neck, licking her
ears.

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“What do you mean you don’t know if you’re ticklish or not? You’re
18 years old!” Bob had been dating Angela for about 2 months.
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She was
perfect – 5’5″, classic Italian looks, great body, great personality.
She was also the only child of a very wealthy car dealer in town, so she
was spoiled rotten, but had also been lonely most of her life.

“I just said nobody had ever tickled me, so I don’t know what it is
like,” she replied. “I’ve often wondered.”

“Your mother or father never tickled you as a child? Or anytime?” Bob
wondered. “No, they aren’t real touching people, so how could I have been?”

They were sitting on the side of Angela’s swimming pool. Boy, she
looked great in that blue bikini! Nobody else was home, so Bob had a great
idea. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll find out if you’re ticklish or not!”

Angela actually seemed sort of excited by the thought, and she jumped
right up and ran in the house. “Where should we go?” she asked. Bob thought
for a moment, then said “You have a four-poster bed, right?” She nodded.
“Go to your bedroom and pull the covers off of the bed, and I’ll be in in a
minute.” She ran off.

Bob went into the living room and found what he was looking for — a large
basket with long, stiff peacock feathers — and selected two of them. He
started upstairs, but then thought of something else and made a quick detour.

As Bob walked into the room holding the feathers in one hand, Angela
smiled, then asked, “Why is your other hand behind your back?” He answered,
“Well, since we don’t know if you’re ticklish, or how ticklish you are, I
thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make sure I didn’t accidentally get hit or
kicked if you started jerking around.” He pulled out the neckties he had found
in her father’s closet and said, “So, can I tie your hands and feet, just in
case?”

Angela looked a little unsure for a minute, but then agreed. “But if I
don’t like it, when I say STOP, I mean STOP. O.K.?” Bob also agreed.

Having Angela lay down on the bed, Bob tied one end of the necktie to her
right wrist and pulled her arm over her head to secure it to the bedpost. Going
to her left side, he did the same with her left wrist. He then repeated this
with both of her feet, leaving her bound spread-eagle and absolutely helpless.

Bob sat down on the bed next to her and said, “Are you sure you want to
do this?” She nodded her head, not quite sure what she may be in for. “O.K.!
Here goes!!!”

Taking one of the feathers, he started at her left wrist and began slowly
sliding it down her arm. She did nothing. He got closer and closer to her
underarm, until she should have been writhing in agony. She didn’t flinch. He
picked up the other feather and used both of them on her armpits, sides, and
stomach. Nothing. Not even a smile.

Now sort of disappointed, he moved down a little and ran the feathers up
and down her soft inner thighs. Her eyes widened, and she started to wiggle a
bit. “What is that?” she asked amazedly. “That, my dear, is the start of your
ticklishness.” He continued stroking her legs, and was rewarded with more
squirming and some laughter.

Tiring of this after 15 minutes, he dropped the feathers and gently took
a knee in each hand and began tweaking them. She jumped around a little, but
not much. Then he reached underneath her to grab the backs of her legs, and
did the same thing. Now, she went wild! While she laughed uncontrollably and
tried to pull out of the ties, he tickled her for another 10 minutes.

When he finished, she was panting and sweating and looked at him and said,
“I don’t think I care for being tickled. Untie me please.”

With a devilish look in his eye, he innocently commented, “But I haven’t
gotten to your feet yet!” She didn’t even want to try though, insisting he
release her.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Angie, but I can’t. I wouldn’t feel I had
fulfilled my duty to you if I didn’t help you find out if your feet were
ticklish or not!”

Pulling a chair up to the end of the bed, Bob sat down at Angela’s feet.
“You promised you would stop when I said to!” Angela screamed. “Sorry,”
was his only answer.

Taking a feather in each hand again, he began lightly running them up and
down the tops of Angela’s feet. Starting to get a smug grin back on her face,
Angela laughed and said, “Ha! Doesn’t do a thing. Now untie me!” Instead of
replying, Bob switched the feathers to the bottoms of her feet. Immediately
she regretted being smart-mouthed, and began giggling. “Please, stop. I can’t
take any more!” “No, we have to make sure you are really ticklish on your feet!
This is just the beginning!”

Taking the pencil-like tips of the feathers, he attacked her insteps and
heels without mercy, continuing for 15 minutes this way. NOW, she was begging
for him to stop. But still no relief.

Now he ran both ends of the feathers between her toes, creating a new wave
of chuckling and pleading.

Trying a new tactic, he found a ball-point pen and wrote ‘Bob loves Angela’
one each sole 5 times. “Oh, look. Your feet are dirty! I’ll have to wash
them for you!”

Going into her bathroom, he half-filled a bucket with warm, soapy water and
found a soft scrub brush. As he sat down, she realized what would happen, and
pulled even harder on the neckties, but he had tied her well.

Nearly in tears from the previous torture, she looked at him with puppy
dog eyes and said, “I beg you not to do this. Please?” He almost relented,
but something said “Why not?” So it began.

Dipping the brush into the water, he then brought it to the sole of her
right foot. “Still say ‘Doesn’t do a thing?'” he taunted. Holding the top of
her foot with one hand he scrubbed lightly but firmly across the arch, instep,
heel and under the toes of the foot, soaping it up good, but not removing much
ink. “This brush isn’t doing much good (although she had almost passed out from
being tickled so much) maybe I’ll try this nice sponge.” Thoroughly wetting the
sponge, he then applied that to her bare sole, again making her writhe and
scream.

Now he transferred his attentions to her left foot, with the same results.
She was getting tired, and crying from laughing so hard, so she just lay there,
occasionally jerking of jumping, but still unable to escape.

Her feet were now clean, and he produced a nice, fluffy towel to dry them
on. He then kissed each foot on the sole, each knee, each thigh, her tummy,
and gently licked and kissed each underarm (with the licking making her squirm
around and hoarsely whisper “PLEASE STOP”). Then he kissed her hard and long
on the lips and asked, “Are you mad at me for not untying you? ‘Cause if you
are, I can ask your feet instead!”

With a look of near-terror in her eyes, she vigorously shook her head and
said, “NO, I’m not mad!” Being bound and tickled for 2 hours left her limply
lying there when he untied her. He lay down next to her and began to caress
her face. “I think it’s time I help you find out if you’re ticklish, buddy!”
she exclaimed. He did decided it was only fair, and allowed her to tie his
wrists and ankles. He’d tell her later that he wasn’t ticklish!!!!

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