Wild, Wet Wharf Weekend (MF,sf,anal,oral,exhib) There I was, a woman of 47 years, dressed in my Victoria's Secret black, lacy stockings and velvet choker, and butt plug-- lying atop a king-sized bed in a tiny honeymoon inn overlooking the ocean. I was awaiting the arrival of a young man I'd only "met" via a reply to a piece of raw, erotic "literature" I'd submitted to an Internet newsgroup. Oh, we'd gotten to know each other through email. I'd even watched a homemade video (created especially for me) featuring you masturbating to orgasm. I'd been fascinated by the extreme dimensions of your youthful cock, but also by the volume and range of the ejaculation as it spurted from the tip of your awesome organ. Three times we'd brought one another to orgasm--over the telephone! And speaking of fascination, how can I omit the two bits of 'jewelry' adorning the hidden areas of your body. You. had mentioned several times (before sending the video), that you'd had a hot secret, but wouldn't let on to me exactly what it was. You are a tremendous tease--a trait that seemed to turn me on to the point of my pussy thumping madly on the seat of my chair. The video revealed the secret--not one, but two hidden piercings: the right nipple, and a larger ring known as a P.A. (for Prince Albert, beloved consort to Queen Victoria). The rather large ring first pierced the skin right at the rim of your cock and then emerged through the hole on top. In the video, you. showed how freely the ring could be spun around, and intimated how much your orgasms have intensified since having it instilled. Judging by the amazing stream of cum in the video, I had no doubts of the veracity of that statement. I'd experienced three orgasms as I massaged my own pussy during the course of watching the video. Another bit I'd discovered was that you love giving spankings. I'd never even considered the sexual excitement inherent in being on the receiving end...but reading your descriptions of this activity in a fantasy you'd written for me had left me sopping wet and throbbing so hard I'd been forced to masturbate--right in my office! Already at this point, I'd crossed more barriers than ever before in my life. But there was yet another to traverse--turning a virtual computer affair into a real experience of the flesh. And I was MAD to do it! An opportunity arose for me to visit a city not too distant from the one in which you lived and worked. It was to be a business trip with four colleagues, but if we planned it properly, we just might be able to have a day and night together. Each of us had agreed not to masturbate for the week preceding our rendezvous. But I, finding myself in bed one night, literally shaking with desire, had broken the promise. You had not. So you had a week of sexual tension building up, hoping for a tremendous explosion as a result of our first encounter. You would not be disappointed--nor would I. So there I lay, in the throes of one of those "Oh God, have I really done this?" moments of doubt and fear, waiting for your plane-delayed arrival. Sooner than expected, I heard a soft rapping on the balcony door. Leaping from the bed, I fumbled with the door latch to find you standing before me--your full 6'3" frame towering above my petite 5'4"... In order to bring our eyes to the same level, you quickly sat down on the arm of an upholstered chair near the balcony door. I stood in the "V" produced by your very long legs, my belt buckle pressed against your belly. We shook hands. In a second I'd placed my hands on either side of your face and begun to kiss your mouth. Gently at first...very gently, as you'd imagined in yet another written fantasy, describing this meeting. Your lips were soft, and just the right level of moisture....I could feel the heavy pulsing between my thighs as I forced my tongue between your lips, alternately sucking each of them, then sucking your huge tongue; sucking it deep into the back of my mouth. You moaned softly. I couldn't be coy about this. In a flash, I was undoing the buttons of your flannel shirt. My mouth was all over your chest and belly. I covered the left nipple with my mouth, trying to gather it between my teeth for some gentle nibbling. But the right nipple proved to be an easier quarry. It, of course, was pierced by a small, gold ring which caused it to be permanently hard and ever so sensitive. My lips closed over it. As I drew the flesh gently between my teeth, you. let out a loud groan of pleasure. My pulse quickened. Between my legs, my clitoris was swelling to what must have been gargantuan proportions. I was incapable of waiting to set eyes on your huge organ as I'd always been excited by the thought of a great, pendulous cock. Now that it was within my grasp, I thought I'd burst if I couldn't see, and stroke and suck it. We'd both agreed to wear matching butt plugs for the several hours before meeting. Never had I imagined, let alone considered doing such a thing. But the friction it caused was heightening my desire even before you had arrived. Now you were squeezing my ass cheeks, pushing the plug in deeper with each movement. I thought I'd burst with wanting you.... I'd been imagining for weeks how that giant dick would feel under my lips...even invented a nickname for him--'Victor.' And now, Victor would soon be mine to enjoy. Your fly was proving more difficult. With a tremendous erection behind the stiff denim, the BUTTONS (still teasing me I guess) were almost impossible for my trembling fingers to negotiate. Victor was straining against the fabric, begging for release. You helped. We tugged the jeans down below your knees and you kicked them away. You now sat before me clad only in thin, gaily-printed boxer shorts, which had in them your gigantic, bulging cock, all bent to fit into its place of confinement. Almost drooling, I reached in to straighten him out to his full length, the ringed, swollen head emerging through the top of the elastic waistband. Unable to wait, I fell to my knees and began licking the gorgeous tip. You. were unable to control a loud moan..."Ho" you nearly screamed. Encouraged by the unmistakable reaction, I slid my lips around Victor's head, tightening them around the rim while pressing my stiffened tongue to the sensitive skin around the ring. It felt glorious. With my mouth nearly full of cock head, I began to suck in earnest. You yelled loudly and stood up, unable to remain seated. I sucked harder and harder, pulling in more of your cock, its head now pressing against the roof of my mouth. Your body began to shake uncontrollably. Sensing your approaching orgasm, I began to knead your buttocks roughly. Suddenly I reached between the cheeks and quickly yanked out the butt plug. You moaned very loudly. Without stopping my intense sucking, I inserted the index finger of my right hand into your anus as far as it would go. Stopping for a split second to allow the sphincters to adjust, I then began to move it in and out, while wiggling it back and forth simultaneously. Your moaning was continuous now, legs and hands trembling past control. Grasping my bobbing head in your long fingers, he whispered, 'Oh god, I'm going to come...!....!!!!" The hot cum began spurting into the back of my throat...gobs and gobs of it....I thought it would never stop. I'd NEVER swallowed so much cum....and finally it was over--for a few minutes, at least. Recovery was quite rapid. Before Victor had begun to slacken, you were unbuttoning my denim shirt. Underneath I was wearing only a thin, front-hooking black bra, the orbs of my c-cup breasts creating a luscious cleavage which even turned ME on from my vantage point. My nipples had long since gone hard, and in the next moment, you were biting and sucking them through the satiny material. I felt the crotch of my panties beginning to feel warm and wet. Your dexterous fingers were unsnapping the bra fastener, releasing my full, voluptuous breasts for viewing, touching, licking and sucking. I love looking at my own breasts, seeing your lips fasten themselves to the large, hard nipples. Your cock had risen back to full attention, and I couldn't keep my hands and lips off of it. You were on your knees, removing my shoes, I was fumbling with the buttons and zipper on my cotton khakis, my pussy throbbing wildly, almost shouting for attention. I stood there in my black, lacy French-cut panties and black stockings, feeling very sexy and knowing that I looked as much. Somehow we'd moved over to the bed. I climbed atop your prone body, rubbing my pantied crotch back and forth over your once-again rock-hard cock. I was soaking wet, straddling your hips. With my fingers, I moved the material away from my boiling cunt, opened the lips, and sank down slowly on Victor's bulging head. Feeling my eyes rolling back into my head with delirium, I began moving my sopping pussy slowly up and down the full length of your cock. It was so huge, I could feel the friction of every cell of our steaming sexes, straining and growing larger to meet each others' rhythmic thrusting. "Let me taste myself on your cock," I implored, really just wanting the giant, hard cock between my lips again. You quickly obliged, gently rolling me onto my back and thrusting Victor into my mouth. "How does it taste?" you inquired. I was too busy licking and sucking to say much more than "Salty, kind of...but I like it." And then his face was between my pussy lips, doing some licking and sucking of his own. It was highly exciting, but I wanted my first orgasm to occur with your lovely dick deep inside my cunt. So we reversed positions again--me on top, Victor sheathed in my pussy. I was riding him pretty hard, getting myself fairly delirious. Never had any cock so filled my vagina, and I was quaking on the verge of coming.... Suddenly, with a surge of strength that took me totally by surprise, you. literally sat up, forcing yourself deeper into my hot, slushy pussy--snaked your way to the edge of the bed, and with a mighty heave, stood up, lifting me, still impaled on your cock, totally off the bed. In another instant, my back was up against the wall as you slammed into me harder and harder, until my mind left earth while the orgasm shook me from head to toe. I was, for the moment, satiated, but you. were still rock hard. The sight of your still-huge erection had me excited again almost immediately. I climbed onto your thighs and began, once again, to lower myself onto Victor. "Turn around on my cock," you invited.... Suddenly I became aware that my body had tensed up from all the pre-meeting anxiety. Though I didn't dare to hope that you might even THINK of massaging my rigid muscles, you surprised me by turning me over onto my stomach across the bed. Then, straddling my thighs, you began to knead my neck and back muscles, squeezing and pressing with agility and skill, loosening me up, vertebra by vertebra until I was feeling ever so warm and liquid. I felt very grateful; I felt HOT. That was when I felt the first almost gentle blow to my left buttocks. You had mentioned that giving spankings excites you, and to be honest, the thought of it had caused my pussy to throb and its juices to flow. I found I liked the sting of your open hand against my soft cheek. You struck me again, harder. Pussy juice began flowing down my leg, as you inserted two fingers into my slit. The blows were coming faster now, the stinging heat sending me into a delirium of pleasure. I'd always liked the sensation of heat on my buttocks...this was incredible. THWACK! The pain was intense, but I thought I was going to come, your fingers moving in and out of my steaming cunt. As you pummeled me again and again with your left hand, you slid the fingers of your right hand out of my pussy, dragging the sticky moisture around to my anus. Another powerful slap....and the fingers plunged into the tight little rear hole. I was delirious with pain and pleasure. And then suddenly you stopped. Sliding off of me, you then moved yourself into a sitting position, legs spread apart in front of your body, back pressed up against the headboard. You motioned to me that you'd like me to lean back against your chest, and I was happy to oblige. We seemed to melt into one another as you reached around my chest and began to softly caress my breasts and nipples, with the effect that I soon became warm, wet, and thoroughly re-aroused. I reached behind me to find your cock, hard and stiff. I began to stroke it with long, hard movements. In another instant, I had turned myself around and we were face-to-face. I began to kiss your mouth passionately, sucking your lips between my teeth, thrusting my tongue almost to the back of your throat as you sucked hungrily in return. Holding your face in my hands I began to probe your left ear cavity with my erect tongue. This sent thrilling stabs straight to your cock, it seemed...but I was only getting started with my payback. I began to kiss your chest, licking and sucking as I traversed the distance from your throat to your gold-ringed nipple, which I licked ever so softly, looping my tongue through the center of the little gold piece. Then suddenly I bit the nipple hard. You let out a loud yelp of exquisite agony as your huge, bulging cock pointed straight for the ceiling, a missile, ready to launch. I bit again, suddenly. Same reaction, but more intense. Again, harder....grabbing the shaft of your monolith...I squeezed as hard as I dared. You yelped in pain, sweat dripping down your temples. "I love you, Monica......!!!" You seemed to intensely enjoy this brand of pain, and instinctively I began hurting you everywhere. First I grasped the hair near your temples, yanking your head back, biting your lips, and dragging my finger nails hard across the skin on your inner thighs. You moaned loudly. I found I was becoming so turned on by these acts of dominance, my pussy was hot and throbbing like crazy. I bit the nipple again, as hard as I could. You cried out in ecstasy. I did it again and again in rapid succession, sending you almost into a delirium of pain and pleasure. The vaginal pulsating was becoming nearly unbearable and your cock was a sight to behold, larger and stiffer than it had been all night. I needed to feel it inside me, filling me. "I need you to fuck me, long and slowly....PLEASE....FUCK me, fuck me....." You did not need too much coaxing. In an all-too-long instant, you had me on my back, legs spread apart. You were looming above me, slowly lowering your immense ringed cock into my oily slit. The head entered me slowly...ever so slowly. Your face was twisting up with pleasure as you could feel my vaginal muscles begin to gently squeeze the head of your hot dick, over and over again. "Ohhhhh....you groaned." I couldn't believe the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling as your turgid, thick member began grinding slowly in and out of my sopping cunt. I felt my entire body quiver as each stroke brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Wanting to prolong this heaven as long as possible, I asked you to remove your cock from my cunt and let me lick my juices off of it. Quickly you complied with this wish. Straddling my neck now, you lowered your huge, wet, glistening cock into my hungry mouth. As I began licking and sucking its head, you asked me to describe the taste. "Good...kind of salty..." I replied, as I licked every drop off of the throbbing shaft. "Put him back in now--slowly, I implored." I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head as the hot, hard flesh slid back into my tight, wet, throbbing pussy. Slowly, now...in, out.....in, out...slower, now faster.....you began driving your cock deeper and harder into me. It was so huge, I could feel every vaginal cell curling around it, squeezing it rhythmically as he pumped harder and harder and harder. And then I exploded, breaker waves thundering through my body like never before, a muffled, guttural groan escaping from my throat, the orgasm shaking me almost out of my skin. Seconds later I felt hot semen squirting deeply into me as you gasped and moaned through your own orgasm. And we lay there, totally spent....at least for the moment. Finally you mustered up sufficient energy to roll off of me. We'd been lying cross-wise on the king-sized bed, so we further adjusted ourselves for correct orientation and fell almost immediately off to sleep, lying in each other's arms. It seemed only moments before the sun was again beaming through the window, though actually several hours had passed. I awoke feeling a strange sort of irritation, for lack of a better word, deep inside my vagina. Returning from the bathroom, I saw that your eyes were open and you were motioning to me with outstretched arms. I rolled the covers down the length of your long, lanky body to discover what I'd hoped to find--your cock, once again bulging and standing at 'attention.' My vaginal irritation became more pronounced and definable: I wanted fucking. With rapidity that stunned even me, I was kicking my panties off and climbing on top of your thighs. Already soaking with desire, I positioned my opened pussy lips directly above Excalibur (as I'd begun to think of your gorgeous, adorned member) and sank down on him, pumping and squeezing with all my might. Your eyes closed in ecstasy as I watched the pleasure spreading over your face, spurring me on to greater squeezing of my vaginal muscles around your turgid, hot cock. My own delight was so intense, I could feel another come approaching--all too quickly. With a sudden surprised gasp, my body began shaking uncontrollably, and once again I was totally spent. You seemed happy in having observed my upteenth orgasm, as we lay there together, staring up at the ceiling. We'd been planning a trip to the wharf and the sun was shining so brightly it would have been a shame to waste the day in bed. It was time for a shower. You adjusted the temperature to be good and hot and allowed me to climb in first so that the hot water fell on me before reaching you. I remember thinking this extremely considerate for a man of such youthful experience. You took the soap in your hands, lathered them up, and began gently spreading the bubbles around my fatigued body. It felt marvelous and I was enjoying the attention more than I cared to admit. Then you tenderly lowered my head directly under the spray in order to fully wet my hair. Pouring shampoo into your palms, you began massaging my scalp. This was heaven. The shower was clearly planned as a treat for me, and I was enjoying it immensely. Speaking of 'immense,' I suddenly became aware of your physical closeness to me. Looking down between my thighs, I saw the ringed tip of your distended penis peaking through. I squeezed my thighs together, putting as much pressure on it as I could, as you rubbed soap into the crack between my buttocks. You were rocking back and forth, luxuriating in the slippery friction. Suddenly I was seized with the desire to stroke your cock, bringing you to orgasm in the shower, to see the semen oozing (it couldn't POSSIBLY spurt at this point) off the tip. I turned my body around so you would be the first recipient of the hot water, and began rubbing the stiff, slick organ between the heels of both hands, stroking the tip and spinning the gold ring with my fingers. Squeezing really hard, I then grasped the shaft in both fists, one over the other, and began pumping as hard as I could. I really wanted to suck it, but that would be contrary to my plan. As I rubbed faster and faster, you were slipping back into delirium, nearly losing your balance on the slippery tub surface. You pressed your hands between the tiled wall and the shower door, and braced yourself. Moaning loudly and continuously, delighting me beyond description, you finally uttered, "Monica.....here it comes...!" As I kept up the rhythm, little white bubbles of viscous fluid collected at the end of your cock, dripped off, and slid down the bathtub drain. Moments later we were climbing out of the shower, toweling off, and preparing for the rest of the day. After a quick breakfast, we headed for the wharf. It was a glorious, cloudless day and there were large crowds milling about on the docks. We walked about for a while, hand in hand. Then, as I leaned against the rail, you behind me, gazing out across the bay, I became aware that you had slipped your hands under my jersey and were busily kneading my already stiff nipples through the material of my bra. God, this was exciting! It would have been obvious to anyone looking, and the thought of this was turning me on incredibly. You were excited too. In another moment, we'd swung around so that your back was facing the water and you sat down on a jutting rail beam. I straddled your thigh and began rubbing my throbbing crotch against the rough denim covering your heavily muscled thigh. Scanning the crowd, we saw that there were LOTS of folks watching us. Some were staring, mouths agape. Some were smiling. Some were trying to appear as though they weren't looking at all, but they couldn't drag their eyes away from this bold couple, turning themselves on in full public view; his hands very obviously inside her shirt, her pussy grinding away on his leg. I tried to imagine all those cocks, stiffening and straining against their confinements....streaming pussies throbbing away from across the dock. I was nearly crazed with desire...but it would have to wait....