The Third Image: A naked woman hangs suspended from a high ceiling, her wrists and ankles secured to trapeze-like bars, her waist held up by a strap suspended from a chain. Her breasts dangle below her, nipples pinched by clamps connected by a chain. Her legs are spread apart widely. A man stands between them, wielding what might be a lash. Implements of torture hang on a wall, and a vast array of sex toys is spread on a table. The man appears to be staring right up her crotch.

The Dream: Again, the woman is Pam and I am the man standing behind her, fascinated by her hairless crotch and eager to play. Pam’s fantasy is to be mistreated, sexually and physically. I am willing to be the dominator but, again, we agree that nobody will really be hurt and we set rules for stopping or easing off, should she wish it. There is no way for Pam to release herself from the bonds she has chosen, so a lot of trust is involved.

It would be nearly impossible to fulfill this fantasy of Pam’s in a hotel room, so we have found a place where it can be played out more realistically. It is an exercise room in the large Maryland country house of friends. It has attachments in the ceiling for trapezes and other exercise equipment. Perhaps the owners have used it much as we plan to, which adds an element of titillation all its own. The owners are away.

A ladder against one wall gives us access to the ceiling fittings. Pam has brought chains, straps, and a case of “toys” which she hasn’t opened. We find two trapezes among the owners’ equipment and hang those at a height which will place Pam’s rear orifices at the height where my penis will have a straight shot at them. She hauls out a wide leather strap with loops on the ends, and a couple of chains with which to hang it between and parallel to the trapezes. Digging in her kit, she comes up with soft restraints for wrists and ankles and, to my surprise, a pair of man’s black tights with no crotch in front. She asks me to wear them. I’m glad to oblige. They look suitably decadent for the scene we’re about to play, like something out of a French sex novel or a Marquise de Sade story, and they certainly make my parts look impressive. The tight cutout pushes me forward and upward, and the pale color of my penis and balls contrasts strongly with the black fabric.

I eye the setup. “Looks almost like the picture,” I say, “but I have one question. How are you going to get up into this rig?” She answers without hesitation: “With the stepladder and a little help from a friend – namely, you.” This should be interesting. Manhandling a naked woman into the position required by the picture grips my imagination. The mental picture is a vivid one, complete with ideas about handholds. Hmmm.

Pam now opens her box of tricks and begins spreading them on the cloth-covered table, directly alongside where she will be suspended and within easy reach for me. It is an interesting array. There are dildos and vibrators of various shapes and sizes, several plugs of the sort that go up asses, a small whip with soft, red lashes and a handle shaped like a rather impressive penis, various clamps for nipples and, I assume, vaginal lips – and a selection of speculums, ranging from one small enough for anal inspection to one that surely would open a cunt wide enough for a good look up there. “Holy smokes!” I exclaim. “You want me to use all that stuff?” I ask the question in tones of awe, but with much more than a hint of lasciviousness. “Use what you like,” Pam answers,

“but use it as though you meant it.”

Now it’s time to get her into the position she says she has been thinking about for years.

It isn’t easy. Getting into position is the part they leave out, in those French novels. A short stepladder helps, but getting Pam’s belly into the middle strap, then placing her hands and feet on the trapezes simultaneously, so she doesn’t just rock in the strap, is both funny and frustrating. Finally, while her unfettered hands grasp one trapeze, I spread her legs and attach an ankle to each end of the other with the soft bonds she has brought.

In this position, I have a deliciously unobstructed view of the enticing cleft between her legs. Her mound rises in a gentle curve to disappear toward her belly and, with her legs parted widely like this, her long central furrow spreads enough for me to glimpse the pink, lightly glistening folds within. Not wishing to tear my eyes from that delightful sight, I stand there too long for Pam’s patience. “Are you going to eye my ass all day?” she growls. “Oh, I could, I could!” I answer, but quickly move to her hands which, like her ankles, I secure to the ends of their trapeze with two more velvety bonds.

Moving back behind her I pause again, finding the view really interesting. With the leather straps now holding her legs splayed wide, Pam says she can feel the air in the room waft across her pussy lips, which are opening themselves as she wriggles, suspended in her bonds. I now can see not only those lips, but also between them. With no pubic hair to obstruct the view, even the tip of her clitoris can be seen peeking from its hood. The erect clitoris and obvious moisture on the pink lips of Pam’s pussy make it obvious that she is aroused by her predicament. My eyes rove further up, to where her buttocks also are spread wide open by the over-extended position of her thighs. Her anus is light pink and crinkled shut. Not for long, I think. Her breasts hang freely below her, her body unsupported from her hands to her belly. Her large nipples are hard, achingly hard, as they point at the floor.

We are ready.

“Hmmm,” I muse, trying to sound dramatically fiendish. “Where to start? This lash thing looks interesting.” I pick it up by its cock-shaped handle, which I stroke in front of her, where she can see it and contemplate where it might go. Then, again wandering behind her, ducking under the trapeze holding her legs apart and moving between them, I swish the lash through the air a few times. It sounds a lot less menacing than it looks, but even so I notice that Pam’s buttocks clench at each swish.

With the soft, pliable lashes, I rub her bare, shaved pussy, now soaking wet from sexual tension. I slide the lash along her side, making a trail to her left breast, which I smack gently on its large nipple, then again more sharply, enjoying the sight of the nipple crinkling to an even more erect state. Those nipples beg to be sucked on, but there should be time enough for that, later.

Taking careful aim, I land the next swish in the middle of her left buttock. The lash makes a satisfying smacking sound but obviously startles Pam more than it hurts her. She makes a low, unintelligible noise. Swish! The lash strikes her right cheek, this time a bit harder. Her buttocks really clench, this time, and she lets out a slight yelp. “Are you OK with this?” I ask. “Yes. Keep going. Harder,” she breathes.

I do just that. The swishing lash lands alternately on each nether cheek, and sometimes on the backs of her stretched thighs. After a minute of this, her flesh starts to redden, her yelps become louder, and her buttocks clench tighter as each stroke lands. The clenching gives me an idea.

I tuck the lash into the waist of the tights and take a tightly clenched cheek in each hand, pulling them apart. Her anus winks at me invitingly, so I pull out the lash handle and press its pecker-like head against her hole, pushing lightly. “Ahhh!” she gasps, arching her back and trying to grip the shaft with her buttocks. I won’t allow that. “Relax it,” I growl, just as she had done with me.

“Lubrication?”

“No. No. Just push it in. I want to feel the resistance. I want to feel pain.”

“In the words of the immortal Daffy Duck, ‘I don’t like pain. It hurts me,’” I reply. We both laugh and I shove hard on the big handle, which enters her in short jerks as her anus spasms in time with her laughter. Her laughter stops and so does the handle. “Relax it or I’ll just shove this thing in!”

Her sphincter stays tight and I push hard on the handle. It seems to pull the rim of her pucker in with it, but it starts moving, slowly. For a moment there is a further tightening as Pam automatically tries to reject the thing, then the bulbous tip forces its way past the hard ring of muscle guarding her rectum and it is all the way inside, sliding deeply and easily into her.

“Ahhh! Ahhh!” Pam shrieks. I begin to twist the handle around and slide it in and out. It doesn’t move easily, still dragging the rim of her anus with it. I watch this phenomenon in fascination. I also notice that her pussy is gleaming with moisture. I reach between her legs and collect some of it on my fingers, then transfer it to the lash handle on an out stroke. It slides more easily on the next in stroke, so I slip my fingers right between her lips, next time, setting off a minor body quake as I drag them along the sensitive inner surfaces, making sure that they linger around her clitoris.

Having collected an amazing amount of slippery girl-juice this time, I do a serious job of lubricating the lash handle. It begins to slide in and out, in and out, rhythmically, easily and, obviously, excitingly for Pam. The sounds she’s making no longer are indicative of pain but of pleasure – pure, genuine pleasure.

Well, this fantasy isn’t supposed to be all pleasure, so I withdraw the handle and watch as Pam’s charmingly expressive ass-hole flutters, opening and closing but closing a little more with each spasm. Even fully closed it is swollen and winking, asking for more.

What more? Let’s see what else is on Pam’s smorgasbord table of toys.

Several large, dong-shaped items are hollow with a hose barb on one end. “What are these?” I ask. “Some sort of enema nozzle? You interested in enemas?” Pam actually blushes. “Well…no…at least…I don’t know,” she stammers. “I’ve thought about it and I bought those nozzles, but I’ve never tried them. I’ve just used them as dildos.”

Willingly, I select the largest and help it to find the entrance to Pam’s vagina. She’s so wet that it goes in with hardly a pause. I grip her clitoris between two fingers, sliding it gently back and forth between them as I move the big tool in and out of her, very slowly but unceasingly. In moments she is gasping, then reaches a huge climax, her body lunging up and down between the trapezes. I lose my light hold on her clitoris, but continue to move the nozzle/dildo in and out of her. Aftershock after aftershock roils her body. She is gasping for air. “Stop! Stop! My God! That’s so…so…my God!” she cries.

But I don’t stop, and neither do Pam’s climaxes. They do grow weaker, however, and I decide that it’s time to change the game, or at least its venue.

I squeeze a large blob of lubricant on the tip of my finger and rub it gently and slowly around the rim of Pam’s still swollen anus. Her hips rise in an automatic response, trying to seek more of the lubricant’s cool relief. I smile as I tease the opening, and I’m rewarded with a moan from Pam at the erotic sensations she is experiencing through her entire pelvic floor.

At the sound of her pleasure, I firmly but slowly push first the tip and then my entire long finger into Pam’s rectum, continuing until it is embedded as deeply as it will go. Pam’s toes curl in response and I can see her tight body trembling with the tension it has built up. I twist my finger through a full rotation, feeling how hot and tight Pam’s rectum is. That’s going to give me quite a thrill before this day is over, I think.

Gently pulling my finger all the way out, I notice how Pam’s anus pulls at me, trying, perhaps despite her, to hold the finger deep inside. I apply more lubricant and slide my finger deeply inside again, twisting and turning, coating the first inches of her rectal tube liberally with the jelly. By the time Pam is lubricated, her body appears to be a mass of sensations. Her bottom had been irritated and still was sore enough that it was making her squirm, but the jelly was taking most of the hurt away. Now, the sensation of that cool finger twisting and sliding deep in her rectum has her squirming from different feelings.

As I pull my finger pull from her, I select another nozzle from the table, this one looking very formidable and new to me, although I’ve read about its kind. This long, thin nozzle features two inflatable balloons, which aren’t so slim. One balloon, deflated of course, would be inserted into her rectum and the other, close behind it, would be left outside. The idea is that when both are inflated they press close together, making an unbreakable seal between them, ensuring that water injected through the nozzle stays there until released.

We aren’t playing with water, however, just with the nozzle – at least for today. I let the narrow tip of the nozzle’s long, thin tube touch the center of her anus. The hard, cool plastic separates her anal ring, now more open than it had been for the lash handle. She is completely unable to resist its penetration. I twist the nozzle tip a couple of times, to get her hole used to the feeling, before pushing it forward.

Insertion of the first balloon is uncomfortable for, even deflated, it is awkward and resistant enough to be difficult. Even so, Pam’s anus seems to flare out and accept it. Once it is inside her, I pause to study the thing.

Two squeeze bulbs, used to inflate the balloons, now dangle between her legs on short hoses. The sight is far more sensual than one might imagine. The inflator bulbs look like the ones on blood-pressure cuffs. Each squeeze will send air into the balloon surrounding the slim tube inserted in Pam’s bottom. My cock, already hard and erect, now actually is throbbing. I think about sticking it up Pam’s vulva after the balloons are inflated, imagining the sensation, knowing that I’d come in seconds, both wanting yet not wanting the exciting, high-pressure sexual tension to be released.

Pam holds her breath, waiting for inflation of the balloons to begin. She doesn’t have to wait long. As I squeeze the first bulb, Pam feels the object in her rectum move and I see the device shift its position, now sticking out straighter. Several strong squeezes have Pam squealing in protest, as first the internal, then the external bulb expands.

Inflation of the nozzle has pulled her anus open wider. The sensation makes Pam push involuntary, but with the two balloons pressing against one another there is no expelling the thing. No amount of pushing could have any effect on this nozzle.

I move quietly until I am standing close between Pam’s flexed and outstretched thighs. For a moment, there is absolute silence then, unable to resist, I wiggle the end of the nozzle’s long tube. Because it extends farther inside her than the dildos had, the sensation is like an electric shock to Pam, as she feels the nozzle being manipulated. The wiggling of the device deep inside her body causes her to moan softly and to squirm. It is so sensual a response, and the lips of Pam’s pussy are so puffed out and wet, that I can’t resist tapping on the end of the nozzle tube. This time Pam gasps. A shock wave from the tiny tap seems to run down the tube to reverberate deep in her belly.

I chuckle at the sight of the peculiar nozzle sticking out of Pam’s spread behind, and Pam strains at the strange feelings as I continue to wiggle the nozzle back and forth. This teasing creates conflicting sensations, but it is obvious that most are of a sexual kind. It is obvious, too, that Pam is highly aroused. Her clitoris has been erect and peeking out of its protective hood almost from the moment she was suspended from the trapezes. Both it and her nipples are hard. Even with all the other sensations running through her, she admits that the feelings in her clitoris and nipples are uppermost in her mind.

I gently stroke my fingers down from the top of Pam’s bottom cheeks, along her bare slit to her clitoris. “Noooo…” she moans as she feels her control slip away. This last sensation is too much for her. As much as she has been trying to hold back, dragging my fingers along her swollen slit and pulling at her clit drives Pam over the edge. Her orgasm seems to start down behind her navel, deep within her. Again I tap the end of the nozzle as Pam’s hips buck and she struggles with the onset of her orgasm.

It is all too enticing for me to resist. Moving right up behind Pam, I sweep the inflator bulbs aside and thrust my swollen, throbbing, eager cock into her. Her vaginal walls are pressed close together by the balloon in her rectum. My ready penis can stand only seconds of this intolerable friction, as I had predicted, and I join Pam in heaving, panting, orgasmic ecstasy. She rocks in her suspension and I grab her hips so I can continue to thrust and spurt and thrust some more without dropping out of her.

When it is over, we agree that it is time to remove the inflatable nozzle, which had done amazing things although not put to its intended purpose. Pam relaxes into the wide strap around her belly and her anus opens up like a flower as the nozzle slides out. I put it back on the table, studying the array of toys as yet unused.

“What next? Ahh, what next?” I croon as my fervid imagination goes back to work.

Pam’s much-abused anus catches my eye. It is puffy and red and, I decide, in need of a kiss, so I plant one right in the middle. Pam jerks forward against her bonds. I run my tongue around the rim of the distended muscle, which tightens and flares with each soft touch.

I reach forward to where Pam’s large breasts are hanging, their nipples eagerly extended. Taking a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, I roll them as I let my tongue wander down her widely spread vaginal slit, licking juice from its lips and ultimately from her clitoris, its engorged tip peeking out of its hood, beckoning. Pam gasps and bucks and heaves as tremors of excitement run from nipples to clit and back, stimulating her ever closer to another orgasmic quake, but I do not pause. My fingers and tongue are relentless, increasingly frenzied, as the heat of passion takes over my senses, too.

Then she crosses the line, tossing and turning, howling wildly as intense orgasm explodes through her body. My tongue and fingers continue their restless rolling and probing, and her furious excitement storms on. I can feel my cock erect and throbbing again and once more I thrust it into the welcoming folds of Pam’s wet and turgid sex. Having come strongly only minutes earlier, I am able to thrust and thrust and thrust, long and hard this time, before the soft embrace of her cunt becomes unbearable and I explode into her again.

We take some time to catch our breath, now, talking quietly about what we have done, how it felt, whether it fulfilled the fantasies that engendered it – and what to do next. My eyes light on the gleaming selection of specula among the toys spread on the table. I pick up a big one, opening and closing its jaws like a hand puppet under her gaze. The puppet comparison is irresistible, so I make it talk to her: “Guess where I’m going, today? I’m going right up your gorgeous cunt, I am! I’m going to spread you wide enough to see all the way to your throat! Ha-ha-ha! What do you think of that?”

Pam laughs, so I prance around behind her with the monstrous thing, cackling all the way, my cock and balls bouncing ahead of me where they’re thrust by those sexy-comical tights.

I neither lubricate nor warm the speculum’s big jaws. Instead, I push its mouth right up against the opening of her vulva, which promptly tightens from a large, dark opening to a closed one. It can’t resist the speculum, though. Slowly, with light but unremitting pressure, I twist it and push it and it starts to slip between Pam’s soaked lips, which make little or no resistance. Not wanting it to go too fast, I turn it and push it ever so gently. With each turn to left or right, my hand deliberately brushes Pam’s inner thigh and I feel her vaginal muscles tighten at the touch.

But even the slowest of pressures eventually takes the speculum all the way in. I pause to admire this shiny metal thing surrounded by Pam’s engorged labia, as though held there by them. Never having seen anything like it, I take my time enjoying the view before starting to open the jaws, one slow click at a time. Click…click…click…I can see the hole opening between the jaws now…click…click…

“Come on, you bastard! Open it!” Pam demands. “Oh, no,” I reply. “Not all at once. This is too good to rush.” Now the back of the device is flush against Pam’s pudendum. Click…click…click…the opening is a good inch in diameter now and I can see a short way inside, where pink membrane glistens juicily. Click…click…click… “It’s big,” Pam grunts. “I can stop if you want,” I answer. “No…no…don’t stop,” she whispers lightly.

A low moan escapes from her as the jaws open still more. I wish I had a flashlight but, lacking one, I decide to reach inside. First I feel around with one finger, then two…three. My fingertips encounter unseen, unknown shapes. Pam tenses. “God! You’re touching me all the way inside!” she moans, her voice now trembling with arousal. The velvety vaginal softness is thrilling as my fingers wander over its surfaces. Her stomach muscles are taught, her intimate parts thrust toward me. An upward glance, and I am staring once again at her anus, winking at me with each muscular contraction of her vulva.

I remember that there is a much smaller speculum on the table, its size and shape telling me that it is for rectal examination. I pick it up and contemplate Pam’s puckered and twisted opening, then place the jaws against it, again making her gasp – probably at its coldness. “Here we go,” I mutter, pushing the instrument into her. She stiffens as the jaws pass through the ring of her sphincter, sliding into the dark depths of her rectum.

Farther it slides, and Pam comments that it is uncomfortable but very arousing at the same time. My cock, although that might seem impossible, has swelled even larger to a purple fullness, for I, too, find that “arousing” is the right word for this whole experience. It is wonderfully pleasurable and I feel a gathering fullness in my loins. “Almost there…”

I continue to slide the instrument home until its handle presses right up against Pam’s distended asshole. I squeeze the jaw handle and Pam gives a loud grunt of surprise as the twin steel tongues separate, opening her incredibly wide. “Oh…oh…my God!” she gasps as cold air bursts upon the sensitive tissue within.

It seems impossible for the speculum to stretch her much farther but, as I keep turning its ratchet screw, so the dilation keeps increasing, unbelievably. It takes nearly a minute to counter the tight muscular grip of Pam’s anus until she is opened as far as possible. I lock the jaws and peer between them. For a short distance I can see pink flesh, but all is dark beyond that – and I have no flashlight. Definitely an oversight.

I can easily put a couple of fingers through the opening, however, and do. They slide easily along the soft, yielding walls, pushing as far as they can go. “Oh…yesss…” Pam hisses. “That is delicious.” I step back for a moment to take in the unusual, almost science-fiction view of Pam with gleaming steel specula dangling from her vagina and rectum, then decide to remove the larger one.

Touching that big vaginal speculum again sends waves of pleasure through Pam’s body, emphasized by the swelling of her nipples and labia, not to mention the bountiful moisture running down between her legs. Releasing the speculum’s jaws, I withdraw it, slowly, sensuously. Extending an index finger, I trace it down her crevice from just below the rectal speculum to the fullness of Pam’s mound. She shivers as I brush lightly across her clitoris. I cup her swollen labia in my hand, rubbing slowly back and forth between her thighs, lightly massaging her inner lips with my fingers. Pam responds with her whole body, gasping at each new touch.

For a full minute I continue this delicious manipulation before slipping a finger into the steamy crevice itself, sliding it deeply into Pam’s hotness. She shudders as the digit works its way inside her, and thrusts her hips back with another grunt of pleasure. “You’ll come if I keep doing this,” I murmer, but without a pause as I let the slippery finger do its work, and suddenly I tap the rectal speculum. “Ahhhh…” Pam shudders as another deep orgasm takes control of her body. As she thrusts and heaves against her bonds, I slack off the speculum’s ratchet. It closes more rapidly than her anus, so I withdraw it and watch that gaping hole as it spasms in synchrony with her orgasmic throes.

The delectable vision of Pam’s bottom wriggling so near my face, the swell of her thrusting buttocks only inches away, again is too much for me to resist. Placing my lips between those twin pillows of flesh, then against the orifice they surround so splendidly, a wave of incredible excitement washes over me. I let my tongue sweep over her flowering anus, barely teasing it at first. Pam, still in orgasmic aftershocks, whimpers in pure pleasure as I thrust and probe with increasing fervor, pushing the tip of my tongue into the very center of her asshole as my fingers continue their exploration of her vagina.

She moans louder, eyes screwed tightly shut, pushing herself backward as though to impale herself on the twisting little arrow of my tongue. My fingers move to the stiff nubbin of her clitoris, caressing that turgid cylinder, their tempo matching the motion of my tongue in her bottom. She moans again, pushing back harder, then suddenly throws back her head as yet another orgasm grips her with full force. “Ohh…oh! God! Oh, God, that’s so good!”

Waves of intense pleasure surge through her body, every nerve ending seeming to sing with delight. The contractions surge through her loins, her vagina gripping my fingers and her anus trying to hold onto my tongue as her sphincter tenses and relaxes again and again. The sensation in my own loins is incredible, and even before Pam’s climax has expended itself, unable to hold back I shoot a huge load arcing across Pam’s rear.

Feeling completely drained and breathless, I wonder how Pam is doing and ask whether she wants to continue. Indeed she does! This was too hard to arrange and took too much planning to stop now, she says, but admits that a short rest would be helpful. Pam relaxes as much as she can in her bonds and I lean against the table, which thrusts my now-shrunken cock forward. Pam eyes it lasciviously. “We’ll bring that back to life pretty fast,” she promises.

Pam’s large and inviting breasts are hanging below her and I have a fine view of them from where I sit, leaning against the table at her side. As she talks, turns her head or laughs, they jiggle and bounce and sway. I begin to toy with them, at first simply stroking her large nipples with my fingertips, barely touching her. They swell and protrude immediately. I roll them between my fingers and they harden. Hunkering down below her I lick them, suck them and roll them with my tongue, to Pam’s obvious pleasure. I imagine the juices beginning to flow between her legs. My cock now is pointing right at her, aroused yet again by her erotic response. Reaching over to the table, I pick up the nipple clips, joined by a short length of chain. They look a lot like the ones in the photograph. I slip their soft tips around first one distended nipple, then the other, tightening them with a sliding adjustment. They don’t hurt, she says, but they look very decadent. I tug lightly on the chain, which pulls her breasts down and closer together. Moving the chain from side to side, forward and back, sets them in a fascinating, undulating motion, incredibly sensuous. Pam is not remaining still or quiet through all of this. On the contrary, she is grunting and exclaiming and wriggling in her bonds. Pam’s wriggling is wanton and licentious to the point that my cock is jumping and dripping again. After all it has done, I wonder how it keeps rising to each occasion, but I’m not complaining. I gently run my fingernails up her spine and across her shoulders, making her wriggle some more. Pam giggles and says that she’s desperate for more. Moving behind her again, I run the tip of my finger down the pretty cleft between Pam’s buttocks, playing lightly at the narrow gap beneath the overhang of her bottom, grazing the inside of her thighs teasingly, then slipping over the newly-gathering wetness of her puffy nether lips. I survey the effect and chuckle softly. Her clit is like a hard little cock, I think.

Pam has given herself over completely to these sensations and throws her head back with a gasp of pleasure. “Put it deep inside,” she moans. “Put it all the way in me…” Instead, I place my hand lightly on the outside of her thigh and gaze at the enticing crevice confronting me. Pam’s bottom is full and delightfully sexy. The soft curves of each delectable cheek lie only inches from my face and I can sense the aroma of her arousal, a rich, salty tang that sends a shiver of excitement through me. I use both hands to spread her inner lips completely open. Her sexy musk sends a fresh, powerful wave of lust through me and I press my face to the crevice, hotly kissing its smooth, sensitive skin. “Oh…ohhhh!” gasps Pam in surprise and pleasure. I thrust my tongue into the hot crack, sweeping it over the twisted knot of her asshole and down to her clitoris in frenzied circles. I grip her hips tightly and press my face deeper still between those soaking lips, licking and probing hungrily. Pam begins to moan louder and harder as I lick and tease the hard nubbin of her erect, pink clitoris and wonderful sensations sweep through her. Now! I think, and thrust my eager cock into her, deep into her, all the way, as she had demanded.

Thrust and thrust and thrust, hard and deep and ardently. Thrust and thrust and… It is all over in less than two minutes. Pam and I come simultaneously, gasping and grunting with pleasure as waves of orgasm grip us. I release my grip on Pam’s hips and my tired cock slips from her. I try to return to the kissing and licking, but Pam finally has had enough. So have I, to tell the truth. Slowly, I walk around her, releasing her bonds. She drops her feet to the floor and stands shakily. I turn to face her. “Who would believe that we could do all that?” she asks. “That’s what fantasy is for,” I reply.