Guenter Klow - Sirens and studs

"Follow me to my bedroom, Trent," she commanded. "Your training is about to begin."

He didn't follow too closely, wanting to enjoy the view of the excitingly big, strong looking woman in the exciting, clinging garment. Those thighs would be so smooth and warm, her behind looked so wide, so much to be kissed and licked. Was there any hope in the world, he wondered, that one day, that big behind would be turned up naked over his lap with color spreading as he spanked it?

In her bedroom, the woman put the strap down and sat on an armless chair. Her knees wide apart, she allowed him to watch as she rubbed a hand hotly over the crotch of her panties, then she issued a command and the boy sobbed as he went to her and lay across the beautiful big thighs which were not as firm as the thighs he had known, but felt so smooth and just nicely soft. As he wriggled into position, his stiff penis twitched against silken skin and the woman played with a pair of white buttocks as she scolded her naughty boy.

She spanked hard and Trent cried loudly as he kicked his legs and squirmed, but always there was that twitching, stiff penis to tell her how much he was enjoying the punishment as her big hand kept rising and falling, slapping from cheek to cheek, increasing the volume of his crying and the hardness of his penis.

And then the crying boy was on his feet, rubbing hands over glowing buttocks, trying to focus through wet eyes on the beautiful, exciting woman as she opened the top of the sexy garment and pulled it down to her waist, baring huge, exciting breasts.

"Suck," she commanded as she picked up the strap and, as Trent hurried to obey, she curled the leather around an already burning behind.

Holding one breasts with both hands, he sucked warmly, greedily, his body jerking each time the leather strap was brought down across his behind and thighs. And then Trent was sucking the other breast while her big thighs rubbed together in heat.

Kneeling on command, he managed to strip the garment down her thighs, down to her feet and she stepped out of it, naked, then picked up the strap again.

"You are going to suck my cunt and my arsehole until I tell you to stop," she informed him in the same curt tone. "If you refuse, my strap will burn your ass. Get down on your knees."

Trent licked his lips in anticipation of a visit to the steamy hot regions between her thighs and between her plump buttocks, then he looked at the strap which dangled from her right hand and the threat became more thrilling than was the promise.

"No," he snapped, his eyes shining, "I won't suck your cunt. I won't suck your ass either and you can't make me."

The woman was barely able to conceal her smile of joy as she realized how totally masochistic the exciting boy was.

"We'll see about that, Trent," she replied, her tone surprisingly calm as she slapped her thigh hard with the strap. "Bend over, grip the arms of that chair with both hands and keep your bare ass turned up. After my strap has kissed it enough, you'll beg to suck my cunt and my asshole. Start dancing, you stubborn little bastard," she said, the strap whistled through the air and he cried out loudly as it caressed his behind and fires flared anew.

Trent cried and danced through a severe strapping and then he was on his knees, his arms wrapped around her big thighs as he begged.

"Oh please… let me… please let me suck your cunt… Let me suck your asshole and curl my tongue right up it… Oh my ass… my bum… it's so sore… please let me suck you and make you come in my mouth…"

Dropping the strap, the woman took her wonderful boy to her wide bed, her big thighs flew apart, he stared at the long gash in her white crotch, drooled at the sight of it. Then his mouth was fastened to it and he was sucking hungrily, his face and head seemingly totally lost in the crotch of the big, beautiful woman.

She climaxed strongly, almost broke his neck as she held his head in her crotch with her thighs scissoring, then Trent was sucking again, sucking and lashing the juicy interior of her slit with his skilled tongue.

After her third climax, she'd had enough for the time being, so she rolled over and then she was on her knees with her head down on the bed, her wide, white rump arched high, cheeks parted to display a surprisingly tiny pink anal ring.

"Suck, Trent. Suck and ream and be good about it or your ass will pay dearly."

Trent knew he would want many more strappings from the exciting woman, but not that day, so he buried his face as he went to work on her behind with mouth and tongue and she kept moaning and panting until, after a long time, she took her behind away from him, turned over and pulled his face back into her crotch. After two more orgasms she decided that she'd had enough for one day.

At least she thought it had been enough until she saw that his penis was still throbbing with desire and that there was a look of pain on his face that had nothing to do with strapping and spanking.

She smiled warmly as she held her arms up in invitation, Trent gave a little cry as he moved over her, then he was lying on her warm, fleshy body, his stiff little tool pistoning in an excitingly slippery, hot vagina. When he fired his charge into her hotly sucking depths, she held him very tightly.

This time, fate was much kinder to the boy and he didn't lose his partner. He visited her often and, about once every four trips, she allowed him to play the daddy role and as his hand and the strap slapped her big behind, Trent visited the outer reaches of heaven, then the roles were reversed and he eagerly served her with his behind, his mouth and tongue and then ended the session lying on that lush body, his hard tool blasting semen deeply into her hot, wet depths.

Each time Trent's sister returned home on vacation, Trent took her to visit the wonderful, mature woman. Wanda loved it from the outset and though the big woman had never even tried lesbianism, Wanda taught her, eagerly and her sex life became further expanded.

When Trent's parents died, his sister had graduated from the university and had taken a job in the same city. The children were left with a very big estate and they decided to take the older woman into their home as a housekeeper and sex partner.

The arrangement has been going on for five years now and all concerned are more than delighted with every aspect of it.

Linda had been trying to ignore sexual hunger all day. In fact, she had been trying to ignore it all through nine months, since her divorce.

She had gone to the basement recreation room of her suburban home to clean it up in an effort to take her mind off her problem, but that hadn't worked either. Instead, she found herself pushing her shorts and panties down and reaching into her crotch to meet the issue.

"Damn," she muttered, "why in hell didn't I go to my bedroom where the vibrator is?"

Since she had learned so much about masturbation, Linda knew that the vibrator provided much better orgasms than her finger did, but she didn't feel like pulling her clothes up, making the trip upstairs and starting over again. That would have broken the spontaneity she had felt when taking her pants down.

"What the hell, at least I'd better close the drapes," she told herself. "There's no point in entertaining the neighbors while I'm fingering my twat."

Just as she approached the window to reach for the drapes, she saw Barry, the boy who lived next door. He had opened the side gate and was leading her dog, Knute, out of her yard and into his.

"What the hell is he up to?" she asked and, forgetting about masturbating for the time being, she stood and watched.

It wasn't long before she found the answer to her question.

Barry's family dog, Cleo, a big Collie, was tied in their yard because she was in heat. "The little bastard," Linda gasped. "He wants to get her screwed so he can watch."