Anthology of
Ménage Anthology
Volume II
Ashley Beckem
Jennifer O’Donnell
Erika Aldridge
Blake Reynolds
taylor Lang
Copyright 2015 Daisey Chain Publishing
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From the Publisher
Thank you for purchasing our book. This is our first and we have three more lined up to publish in October 2015. Happy trails and dreams, and I hope you all enjoy this book and our upcoming Loving Couples Anthology.
Authors’ information
Ashley Beckem
https://www.facebook.com/EroticAuthor.AshleyBeckem?fref=ts
http://www.amazon.com/Ashley-Beckem/e/B00LSPEELC/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1442154098&sr=8-2-ent
Ashley Beckem grew up in the fridgid northern part of Chicago. At the tender age of eighteen moved to South West Florida for college. Presently chasing after an elusive MBA. Current hobbies include spending reckless amount of time on the beach, boating with friends, and loves being active (biking, golf, running, or tennis). Never far from the trusted Galaxy to keep in touch.
Jennifer O’Donnell
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http://www.amazon.com/Jennifer-ODonnell/e/B008EK8KTQ/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1442154117&sr=8-1
Jennifer O'Donnell's writing is intended for couples; it is meant to be an inspiration for them to expand and enhance their relationship, especially the sexual aspects of their time together. Jenn emphasizes the sacred nature of the marriage bond, even as she encourages the couple to explore whether or not they are broad minded and adventurous enough to bring a third party or new experience to the marriage bed. Her obvious goal is to encourage each of the individual partners to express his or her wants, needs and desires to the other in an effort to make their intimacy even more meaningful and, should that expression lead to the couple's experimenting with a new twist or a different turn, then more power to her and to them. Jenn takes real life situations and spins them into a gossimer web that shows their golden nature and tempts the edges of convention of an individual partnership in a most provocative manner.
Taylor Lang
http://www.amazon.com/Taylor-Lang/e/B00Q9443AO/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1442154177&sr=1-2-ent
Erika Aldridge and Blake Reynolds, were too shy to publishing anything at the moment but will publish an update ASAP!
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STORY 1
A Curious Woman
By the time my idea of sexual liberation emerged, after my divorce; I felt very ashamed of my thoughts. But this didn’t stop me from going ahead with my exploits, I definitely wanted to explore my sexuality on an extreme level. No holds barred.
It was natural to experience doubts and uncertainties when I took the initiative to become an independent woman and enjoy life exactly the way I wanted, because I was raised in a family with a very high moral code. I was raised to think that “what they would say” mattered above all other things, and I was never taught anything that wasn’t the perfect way of being a “proper lady” in every sense of the word; how to sit, how to walk, how to dress, how to talk, how to look, and the list goes on endlessly. At around the age of 12, when it’s supposed that a girl has a well shaped personality and knows what she want and what she doesn’t want, I felt confused and lost, waiting for something to arrive that never came along.
I felt like I had become what others wanted me to be, but didn’t know what I wanted to be, and had nothing but what I was taught as a model, so I was trapped in that model. As I grew older, I condemned the behavior of my friends, which was unacceptable from the point of view of the values I had learned, even though they seemed at least as well adjusted as me. They ran off to be with their boyfriends, who dumped them at a moments notice, and then I would see them cry. At the time, I branded them as fools. Today, it seems to me that they had a better modus operandi; at least they were free and lived what they felt like doing without fear of retribution---which is normal behavior at that age (and should be at any age.)
I never had a boyfriend in my teen years. I thought that the right thing for a woman was to wait for Mr. Right. I held on to this philosophy through my mid-twenties, and remained---a fucking virgin! Around this time, I had known a man of wealth, also in his mid-twenties, with a moral sense that matched my father’s, that is to say he was a male chauvinist, jealous and insecure. We almost got married! We had Jekyl and Hyde relationship for two years. It was beautiful, yet at the same time it was horrible. When I was with him I felt like I was in prison and never able to be myself. At the same time I really liked his affections and being at his side.
I remember the first time I went to his house. It wasn’t a very large place, two floors with granite stairs. His living room was equipped with two couches and a 3D plasma TV. We were watching a movie, and he turned off the TV, and started a very passionate make out session. I was wearing a skirt and a shirt, and after a while of making out, things began to heat up. The time came when I dared to jump on him; I was embarrassed to feel his hard cock, so I didn’t get too close to that area.
He started caressing my legs, and lifted my skirt up slowly; then he squeezed my ass in a fascinating way. I’d never felt the sensation that comes with someone desiring me, and I was immediately turned on and pressed myself against him. His cock was completely hard, and it felt amazing. I was waiting for him to invite me to his bedroom, feeling desire for him with great intensity and my pussy was completely wet. My curiosity to feel what it would like to be penetrated got the better of me, and I stepped out of my normal boundaries, taking some initiative. Whispering in his ear with a seductive voice, I said, “Should we go upstairs?” I knew he could feel my hot breath against his face, and knew that he had heard me. My objective was to turn him on even more, and I wanted him to reply with an instant, “Yes.”
He parted himself from me, opened his eyes wide and caressed me. Then he took my hips and pulled me to him as he said, “Are you sure? I don’t want to put pressure on you because that decision is very important” His answer was like the ultimate gentleman-prince. His delivery made me feel like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on me, and it cancelled out every growing desire that I had toward him. I felt like a total failure. It seemed totally absurd that he would speak that way, at a moment when something seemed so primal and obvious. I played along and managed to articulate an innocent “yes” with a shy smile, but the truth was that I was thinking, “Jesus Christ, would you fuck me already?”
We went upstairs and the room was cold so the first thing I did was to hug him; he started to kiss me again, and my hands rose to run my fingers through his hair. I held his head with my arms then attempted to press him against me, but he removed my shirt and stepped away to take in my figure. I saw how his eyes slid all over my body, how he saw me with lust, and how he took special notice of my breasts, still covered by my bra. Then he came close and gradually slid his hand to the fastener
to open it, and he let it fall down gently as I felt the cloth brushing my skin.
We headed to the bed, my body shivered uncontrollably, my heart was pounding fast and I felt how Brad was unbuttoning my skirt with his head near the zipper. He was breathing hard and I could feel every one of his exhalations on my belly. He slid my skirt nimbly off my legs also removing my panties, pulling from the sides. Rapidly he came to me and we shared some wild and wet kisses, my pussy had dried, however, maybe because of my nerves.
Brad took saliva with his fingers and started to play circularly with my clit; I started to feel tickles running through my body, then a deeper sensation. To describe the way I felt would be difficult. I shivered every time he moved his hand and an internal energy rose out of me in a mysterious way. I had to moan to relieve the tension off my legs and torso. Once my pussy lubed up sufficiently, Brad felt his opportunity to penetrate me. He stood over me, and I opened my legs as wide as I could to give him space for movement. I felt the tip of his dick on my little hole; it felt like a stone, like someone pushing a huge stick through a very small place that was tight and narrow.
He tried several times to make his way into me, until he finally managed it. It was magnificent! I felt every inch of his cock inside my wet, throbbing pussy, and with every thrust I felt how the walls of my vagina contracted and sucked him inside of me. It was phenomenal. The movements were soft, controlled, and pure.
After fantasizing so much, I always pictured myself on top of my partner; I wanted to know immediately, how it felt to be on top. I would regret that urge in the days to come.
We rolled over as we kissed, Brad was still inside me; we were fused together with him under me and I started to move intuitively, up and down. At first I felt a stunning pain that disappeared completely after a couple of minutes. Brad looked at me with an indescribable admiration, he couldn’t stand the intense excitement and he came. The entire experience didn’t last longer than fifteen minutes.
It was magical, but I didn’t have an orgasm, despite feeling for the first time, all those things I had never experienced before. Therefore, I was a little disappointed, but more so when Brad said, "Virgins don’t move like that, besides I didn’t see you bleed"
I’d never been so angry, confused and beset with mixed feelings. I didn’t know what was more pathetic, whether it was holding myself back my entire life for an encounter that was so disappointing or having kept myself a virgin only to be accused of being a liar and a whore. I guess it would have been okay if I had allowed myself to be a whore---no harm, no foul. Maybe I would have even enjoyed it then. On second thought, I wouldn’t have enjoyed it at all. Not even then!
At that precise moment my life changed. My opinion regarding the importance of the expectations of society, moral and otherwise, turned around one hundred and eighty degrees. Such expectations were worthless, as people were apt to make judgments that didn’t reflect the truth of one’s character, anyway. Even if I was the nicest, most upright, purest female in the world, people would always find something to criticize.
A Curious Woman
After twenty-two years of complete boredom, any excuse was good enough to get rid of the social dictatorship under which I existed. I wanted to enjoy life, feel what it was like to be a woman, enjoy my sexuality, feel desired, and fulfil all of my fantasies. I wanted to take advantage of my condition as a woman, use my sexuality as a weapon without caring about what anyone said of me.
So that’s what I did the moment I left Brad behind, and I went after every boy that attracted my attention--- at least those that were available. I found the first one very quickly, his name was John. He was tall, with brown eyes and hair to match, perfect white teeth, and a voice with a sensual accent. He was crazy for me from the time he had first seen me several years earlier, so when I contacted him, his answer was immediate.
We met at his house; I was completely horny, and from the moment I walked through the door I felt an unstoppable desire to fuck him. My pussy was totally wet; in fact, I could feel my panties dripping. I had dressed in a tight black mini skirt with mesh pantyhose; my shirt was transparent and revealed my red laced bra underneath. I had the attitude of a zealous cat. I wanted sex and I wanted it then and there. The moment we saw each other, some sort of silent communication took place and we knew that our encounter represented nothing more than to give one-another limitless pleasure.
John received me smiling, but his nervousness was clearly apparent as he wouldn’t look me straight in the face. Instead, he used his eyes to inspect every facet of my body in a matter of seconds, and it was obvious that he desired me. He wore tight jeans that allowed me to see his slim legs, and a cotton shirt fitted close to the skin which showcased his beautiful torso. He looked so hot and tasty; the shape and muscularity of his shoulders and arms was amazing and drew my attention immediately. His face had real sensual appeal with full pink, almost puffy lips, and big brown-black eyes. I wanted to eat him up.
When I saw him, I threw myself into his arms, pressing against him and slowly surrounded his neck with my hands. With the door still open behind us, he passed his hands around my hips and secured me against his big crotch; he wanted me to feel it, and to know that he was about to explode too. I brought my lips closer to his, and felt his hot breath against my mouth. I stretched a little more to delicately graze his lips, then touched him with the tip of my tongue and licked him. He shuddered and I could feel his desperation to kiss me passionately as he moaned slightly. Then he bit my lower lip and stretched it toward him, causing me a little pain.
The moment was so exciting. A sensation of anxiety exploded inside me that I’d never felt before, provoking me to a great necessity for pleasure. I started kissing him deeply, placing my tongue inside of his mouth, an infinite dance of tastes and sensations coming and going without disappearing. Our breathing became fast and strong, and we both moaned expressing the building excitement. Every now and then I pulled the hair at his neck as he squeezed my ass, pressing himself against my pussy.
He ripped my skirt off, nearly tearing it and I felt a burn on my skin from the cloth raking across my body. Then he took my bra off and my tits suddenly fell forth, looking big and firm for his delight. He immediately went for them with his mouth, beginning at the neck and moving down to the nipple upon which he sucked vigorously. I took off his shirt as fast as I could and threw him onto the nearest couch where he pressed me down with his hands eager to penetrate me. Then I started to suck his neck and move downward, biting and nipping on him every step of the way until I reached his pants which I began to remove while looking into his eyes with lust. His expression read of explosive excitement; he wanted to fuck me hard, and we were both impatient.
I managed to get his pants off and his cock sprung out like an unsheathed sword; erect, firm and ready for action. His member actually throbbed and the veins sprouted out; it looked so provocative that my first reaction was to put it in my mouth and suck on it. John put his hands on my head and grabbed my hair guiding my motions up and down; I was drooling all over his cock, and I loved the feel of it at the back of my throat. The head of his dick was so big and periodically I licked it like a lollypop, which produced moaning sounds from him.
He clasped my chin and gave me a deep kiss, then used my arms to raise me up and turn me around. Then he lifted my skirt and took off the little thong I was wearing; my pussy was dripping with desire, and my meaty butt cheeks seemed to excite him even more. I came to this conclusion by the way he grabbed them, and spanked me hard until a scream came out of my mouth. This was the first time I had ever felt a hard spank and it was awesome. I was standing, arching my back and had my arms upon a table that stood in front of us. My ass was completely exposed to John’s face and afterwards he spread my cheeks to look at my asshole, and started to lick it with circular movements. I felt my asshole throb with desire, another completely new sensation, and I started to moan desperately, never having felt anything like that.
“Oh ye
s! Keep going! I love this! Don’t stop John! I demanded. John stood up and kept massaging my asshole, slipping his finger just a little inside; my asshole contracted at the first stimulus trapping his finger inside me, rapidly John slipped out his finger and grabbed his cock, guiding it into to my moist, hot pussy. I felt the head opening the gates of my cave, what a delight! In just one movement he penetrated me so deeply that there wasn’t an inch of his large cock outside of my pussy.
John took my hair and pulled it until my head inclined backward, then he put his other hand on the side of my hip and started to ride me like I was his mare and he was my horseman. He did it with a sustained rhythm throughout the session, fast and deep, his cock sliding easily inside me, I was so wet that my juices were flushing out. My ass cheeks sounded against his groin, like thunderous applauses. The walls of my throbbing pussy entrapped John’s cock with a pressure that didn’t allow it to slide out easily. This was so exciting that we both started to cum at the same time. John started to tremble uncontrollably; the rhythm had become slower and deeper with each thrust. His cock had grown bigger and bigger until he finally pulled it out to come on my ass. The cum dripped between my buttocks, and crossed over my thighs. John fell back grabbing each side of my hips with his two hands.
An electrifying sensation ran through my limbs, and my muscles tightened; I was on my tiptoes as he came, and I shivered in the purest of pleasure. Then, suddenly I felt light as a feather.
After experiencing our orgasms, we stood up, looked at each other and smiled. I picked up my skirt and put on my clothes. Neither of us had had spoken a word throughout our encounter, and only communicated through gazes and fucking. I suddenly realized that we hadn’t even closed the main door of the house, which put an ironic smile on my face. As I walked to the exit, I noticed that John was mechanically following me, he absolutely hadn’t grasped the nature of our encounter.
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