by Alison Tyler
“ ‘I’m ready to do whatever you want to do,’ she says.
“I say, ‘Now, I want you to take the nurse’s uniform into the lavatory, get our of your dress and put on the uniform.’ ‘Will do,’ she says. ‘I always looked good in white.’ Then I ask her, ‘Are you wearing a garter belt to show off those fine black silk stockings you have on?’
“ ‘Yes,’ Lucy answers, ‘I’m wearing a pretty pink garter belt with the cutest little red bows.’ I tell her to take off her knickers but leave the garter belt and stockings on and also I ask her to leave on the red sling-back high heel pumps she is wearing. I tell her they accent her gorgeous gams and shapely ankles. ‘You sure know how to make a lady feel like a million bucks,’ she says as she rises from the couch. She shuts the door of the loo behind her. I whisk off all my clothes, including my shoes and socks. I go sit on the bed.
“When she comes out, she stands directly in front of me so my head is level with her crotch. With trembling fingers I start to undo the buttons down the front of the nurse’s uniform from the bottom up; one, two, three, four, five buttons right up to the waist. I pull open the uniform and there, framed by the pink lace of the garters and those cute red bows, is the biggest, glossiest, curliest most beautiful black bush I could imagine. Lucy puts her hands on my shoulders, starts to gently massage the back of my neck.
“ ‘Come to mama,’ she says and I wonder if she’s played this game before.
“I lower my face into her verdant garden. I take some of that hair into my mouth, between my teeth. I tug gently then move south, nuzzling her delta. I am suffused by her aroma, a combination of Ivory soap, some expensive perfume, maybe Chanel No. 5, and something else, an underlying odor salty like the sea. I send out my tongue, my advance scout. I soon find what I’m looking for, her shy bud, her little cockette. I begin to kiss, nibble, tongue it. I suck on it until it swells to the size of a grape.”
I was so engrossed in the story. I hadn’t realized my hand was all curled up in my skirt, on top of my vulva, pressing against it. Uncle Irv didn’t seem to notice. He was looking up, over my head. “I was in paradise,” Uncle went on. “Lucy was still rubbing my neck. I was sucking her like a hero and my fingers were around that fellow between my legs. I was close to bringing myself off when Lucy pipes up, ‘Irv, you bad, bad boy, you bit me!’ If I did, I certainly didn’t realize it. I stopped doing what I was doing between Lucy’s legs. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I said, ‘I never wanted to hurt you, Lucy dear.’
“ ‘Sorry’ she snorted. ‘Sorry or not, you are a bad, bad boy and deserve a spanking!’
“Lucy stepped back, unbuttoned the top of the nurse’s uniform and let it fall to the floor. What a body, her knockers were bigger than watermelons. She sat down on the bed, grabbed me like I was a powder puff, flipped me over and slammed me on top of her knees. She held me down with one arm over my rib cage, and then she started smacking me with the palm of the other. At first it stung, making my skin tingle, but then I got to kind of like it.
“Each time her hand came down, her soft bosoms bounced like fat fluffy pillows against my back. The stick between my legs was hard as a rock, but still I could swear it was getting bigger and bigger. Then Lucy stopped and, and well, you can imagine what happened next.”
“I certainly can, Uncle,” I answer. “You are such a great storyteller, and,” I add, “you sure are an amazing kinkster.”
“Thanks, Trixie,” he says. “So, are you going to write a story about me?”
“What do you think?” I ask him, and pour us another drink.
SIT AND SPIN
N. T. MORLEY
KASEY SHOWED UP for her first spinning class dressed in her brand-spanking-new workout clothes and ready for something exciting. As soon as she saw the instructor, however, she wasn’t quite sure. She had heard about him from the other women at the health club. A mammoth Norwegian, he was rumored to have a lascivious streak. From the looks of the spinning machines, Kasey figured that had to be true.
There were a dozen other women scattered about, enough to almost fill the room’s complement of machines. The women stretched and warmed up, bending their limber bodies into improbable positions. Kasey had already stretched.
“Let’s get started,” said the Norwegian with only the slightest trace of an accent. He was a muscled Adonis in a tightly fitting top and shorts that showed off the impressive bulge of his manhood. “My name is Hans. I see from the sign-up sheet that we have a new student today. Let’s all say hi to Kasey.”
Kasey blushed a little as the women eyed her with great interest and said, “Hi, Kasey,” in one musical purr.
“Hi,” said Kasey. “Glad to be here.”
“Now, Kasey, what brought you to my class?” asked Hans.
Kasey blushed deeper and shifted uncomfortably, feeling the eyes of the entire classroom of women upon her.
“I heard it was different,” she said.
A giggle rippled through the room, and Hans chuckled.
“That it is,” said Hans. “Well, let’s get started. Everybody choose a machine, and strip.”
Kasey had never undressed fully in a classroom full of women before; in lap dancing class they always wore G-strings. Still, her classmates didn’t show a bit of modesty; with a whir of female flesh, T-shirts, tank tops, gym shorts and tights all ended up folded neatly next to the spinning machines. Kasey nervously removed her sports halter and bicycling shorts. Now nude except for their socks and gym shoes, the women stood obediently by their chosen machines, as if at attention. Hans walked around the room slowly, smiling at each woman before inspecting her, sometimes patting her ass or stroking her belly, exploring each body with his fingers.
“Excellent definition, Miriam,” said Hans to one pert redhead, who blushed and smiled as he fondled her inner thigh. “You’ve really been making progress.”
“Thank you,” Miriam said.
When Hans got to Kasey, his hand went instantly between her legs. She whimpered as he felt her cunt, his brow furrowed in disappointment.
“You’ll definitely need additional lubricant, Kasey,” said Hans. “The machines in the front of the room are self-lubricating, but this one hasn’t been replaced yet. Girls, are any of you wet enough to trade with Kasey?”
“I am,” said Miriam perkily, and hurried over to take Kasey’s machine. Kasey obediently traded with her while she stared at the upright dildo projecting from the seat of the spinning machine Miriam had abandoned. A small slit at the top had already oozed a clear, viscous lubricant over the head, making the penis-shaped device glisten in the fluorescent light. Nonetheless, Kasey eyed the dildo uncomfortably; it was several inches longer and quite a bit thicker than the other one, which Kasey had chosen for its manageable size.
“Not too big for you, is it, Kasey?” asked Hans with a wickedness to his voice. The room erupted in little titters.
Reddening, Kasey said quickly, “No. It’s just right.”
Hans clapped his palms together and headed to the front of the room. “Everybody mount!”
As the other women climbed onto their machines and, perching with the heads of the dildos at their entrances, easily slid themselves onto the lubricated organs, Kasey climbed onto her own, unsure of how she was going to fit such an enormous cock into her. Kasey was no dim bulb. Now she knew why spinning class was so popular here; each new girl had to undergo this initiation, taking the one machine with an improbably large member, as if to prove she could handle it.
Kasey climbed onto the machine and spread her pussy lips with her fingers, positioning her tight opening at the head of the big cock. She winced as she sat down, feeling the enormous head stretch her in a way she’d never been stretched before. She let out a little yelp as the head popped into her, and another round of giggles went through the room. Kasey had to wriggle her body back and forth to force herself down the length of the shaft. When she finally sat atop the dildo, she could feel the head pushing into her cervix, the thick ridges ne
ar the base rubbing against her G-spot. Every movement she made brought a fresh pulse of heat to her body. She could feel her nipples stiffening with the stimulation.
If I wasn’t lubricated enough before, thought Kasey, I definitely am now.
“All right, ladies, let’s start.” Hans hit a button behind the table at the front of the room. It was a curious table, Kasey noticed, looking much like a piece of exercise equipment itself—with stirrups and a cutaway for the legs, almost like a gynecological exam table. Kasey felt a thrill: so it was true what she’d heard about Hans. More than true, from the looks of it.
When Hans hit the button for the sound system, speakers began to pump rhythmic dance music while the TV monitors in the corners of the room flickered to life. The girls in the class started cycling, and with some difficulty Kasey did the same. The throbbing beat of the music was hooked to the vibrators positioned at the base of the dildos, hers now buzzing rhythmically against Kasey’s clit. But, more importantly, every turn of the pedals caused the seat to push up smoothly and then cycle back down, pounding the dildo into Kasey’s cunt as surely as if an exceedingly well-hung man were fucking her. It was all she could do to maintain her grip on the handlebars and stare up, slack-jawed, at the pornographic images playing on the TV screens. She whimpered and moaned as she fucked herself. She could hear her classmates moaning softly, as well.
“Now remember to keep up a steady rhythm,” said Hans as he circled the room, patting thighs, feeling bellies. “Feel those muscles work. The vibrators go to the music, but you control how fast your cock is fucking you. Pump faster if you start to get close. Kasey, how are you doing?”
Kasey stared at him, wide-eyed, moaning softly.
“Good,” he said, his hand clenching around her thigh as she worked herself up and down on the rising and falling seat, not quite matching the rhythm with her own, with the result that each thrust hit her harder. “You’re really working those quads,” said Hans. “Good going. Kasey, you’re going to do great in my class.”
“Th—thank—you,” she tried to say, her eyes rolling back in her head as she pedaled faster.
“All right,” said Hans. “We’re going uphill. Get ready to work!”
The pedals began to resist more, and Kasey urgently pushed harder, moaning, “Oh, God, oh God!” so that the rest of the room giggled. As the speed of the dildo fucking her started to slow, Kasey pedaled faster to keep it going.
Hans paused again in front of his newest student. “Kasey looks like she’s close already,” he said. “Now, remember what happens to the first one who comes? We’ve got a special prize for her. And girls—no faking!”
Kasey desperately pumped her thighs, making the dildo pound her hard as she pulsed toward orgasm. The intensity of the vibrator at her clit increased, and within moments Kasey was moaning uncontrollably, her whole naked body rocking back and forth atop the dildo as it fucked her in time with her body’s own movements.
Suddenly, Miriam let out a load groan and screamed, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” at the top of her lungs. Kasey was almost too far gone to hear it, but she dimly recognized Hans’s voice: “Come on, now, Miriam! You’ll have to fake it better than that if you want to win!”
Miriam looked down chastised as the other girls snickered at her.
Meanwhile, Kasey was unaware of Miriam’s attempt at deception. The newest member of Hans’s spinning class was perched on her dildo, pinching her own nipples, throwing her head back and shuddering all over as she edged toward an intense climax. The other girls in class watched her, and Hans stood stock-still in front of her, saying “Good girl, good girl, feel the burn, work those muscles—you’re doing great, Kasey…”
When she finally came, loudly, the pleasure exploded through her naked body. She shuddered and slumped forward against the handlebars, her ass raised high on the top stroke of the dildo as her feet slipped off the pedals and she hung there in midair, suported only by the dildo.
The room broke out in applause. Hans ran to the front of the room and turned off the music, and the girls stopped cycling. Hans stripped off his shirt and dropped his shorts, revealing a huge cock rendered quite hard by recent events.
“All right, girls, it looks like our new student is the winner today! Miriam, Susie, get her down from there and put her on the table. Faceup or facedown, Kasey?”
Kasey just moaned incoherently as Susie and Miriam lifted her, with some difficulty, off the machine. They carried her up to the table at the front of the room, where Kasey eyed Hans’s cock with sudden interest. It was even bigger than the dildo on her machine. Surely such a mammoth thing couldn’t fit inside her.
Kasey’s eyes flickered up to Hans’s face, admiring the finely chiseled Nordic features and the wicked smile he gave her. He winked at her as he stroked his cock up and down, and Kasey thought she saw a jealous glance from Miriam, a glance that flickered from Hans’s hard cock to Kasey’s lucky pussy. Kasey looked at the huge organ and decided yes, it certainly could fit inside her pussy, or at least she would make a rapturous attempt to find out.
“Faceup, please,” she said with a moan, spreading her legs to the edges of the table as Miriam and Susie laid her across it, her ass right at the edge of the cutaway so that her pussy was quite exposed and accessible. Hans came toward her with his cock in his hand.
Kasey’s cunt was wet and slick from the self-lubricating dildo, but the feel of Hans’s cockhead stroking gently up and down her slit made it juice even more. He was certainly well trained himself; rather than taking her immediately, he worked his cock from her slick entrance up to her hard clit, teasing it and making her moan for his cock, begging for it with her eyes. Hans looked down at her, clearly satisfied with himself in that way that only personal trainers can be.
“Please,” Kasey begged. “Fuck me!”
The sound of giggles shimmered throughout the room. Kasey suspected that every woman in here had, at some point, been on this very table, being teased by Hans. Begging for it. But Hans was in no rush. He let go of his cock and worked his hips to slide it up and down in Kasey’s slit without entering her, reaching up to place his hands on her small, high breasts and pinch her nipples as he tantalized her.
Kasey was moaning uncontrollably, her hips working hungrily and matching the strokes of Hans’s cock up and down her—and when he entered her, Kasey came almost immediately, arching her back and clawing at the table, climaxing with a loud cry of ecstasy as Hans’s massive cock slid deep inside her. He began to fuck her rhythmically with great, rapid thrusts of his quadriceps, pushing his cock into her so that even if she had wanted to stop coming, she couldn’t have. She soared high on the orgasm—thirty seconds, forty—and then she was pressed up against him, her ass pulled forward on the table, her arms around his neck as she pressed her face to his muscled chest. Hans lifted her fully off the table and all but bounced her up and down on his cock, his hands on her ass lifting her and dropping her down, the full weight of Kasey’s body ramming her down onto his thickness so that he filled her with new vigor each time. He met the downward strokes of her body with the upward strokes of his hips, and the power of his thrusts drove Kasey toward another orgasm as her classmates cheered.
When Kasey came for the third time, whoops and applause burst out all through the room. The sounds were almost drowned out by the great thunderous groan from Hans’s massive chest—he was about to come.
Planting his hands firmly on her ass and digging his fingers in—in a way that made Kasey’s thighs tug against her clit—Hans lifted Kasey bodily off of his cock, setting her down on her knees like a china teacup before him. Her mouth was on his cock immediately, barely able to get around the enormous head. The taste of her own pussy only made her hungrier for his come. He just fucked me with this cock, thought Kasey, her clit swelling anew as she realized it. It tastes like me. She reached down and stroked her wet slit eagerly as she sucked him, her legs spread just wide enough to allow her easy access as she fingered herself.
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She suckled Hans’s huge cock eagerly. Hans uttered a loud roar and thrust his hips forward, working deeper into Kasey’s mouth, deep enough that she had to open wide to take it. Hans let himself go in her mouth, and her lips came glistening off of Hans’s cock, not a drop of semen having been missed. Kasey offered Hans’s shaft one gentle kiss, tasting her pussy once more. She slid her hand out of her cunt and licked her fingers clean as Hans watched with pleasure, and the room burst out in applause and cheers again.
“Well,” said Hans, his voice trembling from his intense orgasm. “As you see, Kasey is multiorgasmic, so class could get pretty interesting from now on. Don’t forget those quad exercises, ladies, and remember your Kegels!”
Kasey’s classmates began to dress. She walked with some difficulty back to her machine and picked up her shorts and sports halter. Her hand went automatically around the huge dildo, still lubricated with her cunt and its own prodigious mechanical secretions. The feel of the huge thing in her hand sent a fresh shiver through her.
She turned to Hans, who had slipped on his shorts and was pulling his shirt over his head.
“I don’t suppose the room’s free,” she said breathlessly.
“Until the next class,” said Hans with a grin, “in forty-five minutes.”
Moaning softly, Kasey climbed back onto the spinning machine and began to feel the burn.
COIN OPERATED
JERRY JONES
KNEEL DOWN, BABY, and do exactly what I say.” She licked her lips as he dropped to his knees, then grabbed his head with both hands and moved his face up until his eyes met her own.
“Oh, baby, I’m going to play with you tonight.” She purred in anticipation, and pulled his head to her breasts. She could feel his warm breath through her shirt, and his trembling excited her. Her hands held him there, letting her anticipation build, imagining the scene in her mind until her breathing grew heavy and she was rubbing her thighs together, the denim jeans making a raspy counterpoint to her deep breaths.
