I was living with my parents on their farm in the South West of the State. I was twenty two at the time. It was a small farm-let that adjoined a larger acreage. The farm had a stream running through one corner of it, you could reach it after a several minute walk, a lovely little oasis. It was a secluded spot on the property, on occasions I would go there to sunbath listen to music on my Walkman. I would usually take my clothes off, under the sun's warmth and being a twenty something young man inevitably an erection would sprout from between my legs and out of habit I would masturbate.

One time I took the rifle with the idea of bagging few rabbits from a nearby warren. I spent my time in the sun listening to music and playing with myself, finished up and left. Along the way home I realised I left the magazine to the rifle behind. I returned, walking up over the crest of the hill, there I observed our neighbour emerging from a spot within the creek bed. I was immediately panic stricken with embarrassment. I watched her make her way along the boundary fence until she was out of sight. I walked back down and over to her vantage spot. It was among the tall Bracken ferns, well camouflaged approximately forty feet from where I had been sunbathing and gave her a clear view of me.

I was still in the grip of panic at being discovered, however this panic gave way to a rush of delicious excitement sending tingles up my spine to the nape of my neck. The revelation that someone had invaded my privacy during my most intimate moments was thrilling. The memory of that revelation lingers and is a powerful drive in my fantasies. It is difficult to fully describe the effect it had on me at the time and still does, the thrill was erotically intense possessing my imagination and fuelling desire. A week later I had a chance meeting with the neighbour in the only general store in town. We bumped into each other at the checkout. I couldn't conceal my embarrassment and blushed bright red. Our eyes met and we exchanged pleasantries, but she did not acknowledge the secret she kept.

The neighbours had bought the property about three months ago, Mum and Dad had met them for a cuppa and an introduction. It was the following weekend after bumping into her at the store, that my mum asked if I could go over to their farm to help move some things in their garden. The husband worked away as a Mine executive in some remote location, Mum said she could do with a hand. I visited their property and helped out in the garden it wasn't more than a couple of hours worth of work, I blushed whenever our eyes met and I think I remained the colour crimson the entire time. At the end of the little working bee she invited me back that afternoon for some drinks as a show of appreciation. I have never felt so awkward, clumsily I accepted.

On return I chose a beer I wasn't a wine drinker then. We chatted she told me about what led them to purchase the property and the work her husband was in, what she had done as a career. I was starting my fourth beer and she finishing her third glass when the conversation changed. There was a long long silence before she spoke, with a grin she disclosed she had been walking around the property two months before and had stumbled upon me, she said she was transfixed with my performance, confessing that she would take regular walks with the off chance on seeing me. Over the preceding weeks she was able detect a loose routine and lay in wait within the creek bed from which she could spy, she informed me that this tactic gave her the opportunity to observe two more episodes of my sunbathing performances.

My heart jumped straight into my mouth, the colour drained from me as I broke into cold sweat, she could see the terror in me and quickly moved to put me at ease. It wasn't a problem for her. I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights full of fright. She said our meeting in the general store emboldened her to act on what she knew. Kathryn walk over to me took the beer from my hand, placed her glass and my beer on the kitchen counter, moved in close lifting her arms around my neck and planted a gentle peck upon my lips followed by a second lustful kiss. I remember returning the kiss, we moved towards the bedroom, however we only got as far as the lounge, before we were both naked and entwined.

Kathryn relieved herself to be an amazing woman, she was forty four years old, had two degrees the first in Psychology the second in Industrial Chemistry. She had worked in marketing in the cosmetics industry and was very successful. There was resentment and disenchantment between her and her husband. Kathryn's family had a long been involved in Hotels /Hospitality in Victoria, old money her mum held the purse strings on the business side, her father was an Artist of some note. Kathryn attended private girls school, mixed with the right people and families and could navigate her way through upper society of Victoria, she appeared out of place in the rural landscape. In time, I became aware of how determined, self-willed and bold Kathryn could be, likewise in equal measures she was wilful, unyielding and pig headed. Kathryn used the same words to describe her mother, they had locked horns from an early age with acrimony as a defining feature to their relationship. I suspected that Kathryn had come to this corner of the country in self exile as part of some falling out with family, friends or society the details of which were never relieved.

Kathryn's husband worked as an executive in the mining industry overseas, away for six to eight weeks at a time home for a month then off again. Their relationship was one of uneasy convenience, each had injured the other with infidelities in the past and a war had been fought between them. They had long come to an agreement of keeping their lives private and separate maintaining the unsettled appearance of proprietary.

We began a relationship that night, an affair that lasted for two years. Looking back with hindsight I was naive and did not possess the maturity and experience to gain a deeper understanding of Kathryn's needs and appetites. I was an uncomplicated distraction with youth, enthusiasm and an inexhaustible supply of semen as my allies. Kathryn engaged in pleasures without regret or remorse. While she liked to play games there was no pretence of coyness, if gripped by an appetite she would seek to satisfy it. There was blocks of time taken up with companionship and activity, but when we did become entwined it would always lead to adventure. Kathryn introduced me to a great many things. I embarked on an education that has shaped my desires ever since, she is the most sensual and erotic woman I have ever known and I have aligned my sexual compass to her ever since. Kathryn had a wondrous figure soft voluptuous curves, beautifully shaped bosoms and jade green eyes. Kathryn carried her sensuous figure with confidence, she had a salacious bust line, she would wear a signature fragrance "Chloe" a spellbinding blend of Rose, Magnolia, Freesia and Musk. I have sacred memories of breathing in this exhilarating scent from her sumptuous round breasts as she sat mounted a top of me leaning forward to present a ripe nipple to my lips. Kathryn’s belly curved out from under her bosoms in a beautiful full arc reaching it’s terminus at her pubis, when seated her tummy would form the most gorgeous of lines, a seductive tightrope running from hip to hip. Nestled below her exquisite belly a luscious flexure of flesh, culminating in the epicurean folds of her sex.

Kathryn introduced me to sensual ideas and erotic practices, and as a young country boy I was captivated by her. Kathryn enjoyed oral sex, she was an advocate for it both as the recipient and as a protagonist, it was her preferred pathway to climax. Kathryn had a proclivity for fellatio and I suspect for cunnilingus, she would regularly welcome me to rest between her open thighs my cock nestled securely within her, but the greatest joy she received from a rigid cock was to hold it in her hands and taste it in her mouth. Kathryn had a ravenous enthusiasm, she would lay between my legs, elbows to each side of my hips. Taking one of her extravagantly plump breasts, place it's soft warmth against the base, retract my foreskin down along the shaft and put her lips to the head, her eagerness, whimpering sequels of satisfaction and encouragement were exhilarating.

It was a miraculous revelation for me that such pleasure could be given, she would drink the entirety of my orgasm. As my climax subsided she would knead out the final portions from deep in my cock and when the mood took her have me taste my cum from her fingers. Kathryn’s impatience to greedily devour my semen would regularly invigorate my erection and provide her with the opportunity to extort more of her beloved treat. Upon depleting the reserves of cum in me, she would remain resting between my legs and continue with her caresses for an hour or more fondling me, diligently administering her attentions to the shape, weight and texture as my cock shifted from hard to soft and from soft to hard. Kathryn would use her fingers to intimately map the figuration of my penis and testicles, creating a profile within her memory. This gave me the most wonderful feeling of being held. We would lie on our sides face to face, cradling her close her arms reaching down, her breasts spilling out from between them and her hands, one firmly around my cock. The other gently cupping my testicles, rolling them slowly in her fingers like worry beads, or she would simply hold them enchanted by their internal gymnastics as they moved within their fleshy jackets.

On occasions a malevolent quality in Kathryn would emerge she’d place the head between her teeth, using the tip of her tongue probe it’s eye, she would take little firm bites of the head, gradually increasing the pressure of each bite, blurring the line between pleasure and pain. My head would react swelling in her mouth. I would feel the blood surge into my mushrooming gland, stretching it’s skin threatening to split open along the seams of the helmet under the building pressure. I suspected Kathryn derived gratification from dispensing pleasure and inflicting suffering.

Kathryn had a maturity not just in years and intellect but in sexual appetite. One evening not long into our affair I was visiting sitting sipping on a glass of wine, Kathryn’s girlfriend phoned and in the conversation she announced I was present and identified me as the one she would spy upon. A pang of embarrassment raced through me. I could hear a giggle of excitement from the phone. The conversation quickly changed as Kathryn began scheming with her girlfriend. Kathryn with a mischievousness expression mixed with malevolent intent summoned me closer. The tone in Kathryn’s voice altered she instructed me to put down my wine glass. I was then commanded to remove my clothes which I obliged, all the time Kathryn was relaying my reactions to her girlfriend.

Standing naked I was directed to fetch another glass of wine for Kathryn. Upon completion of this task, I was sent on another errand to collect the towels from the guest bathroom. On my return I received additional instructions to drape the Chaise Lounge with the towels.

I was then ordered to recline on the Lounge and not move, Kathryn disappeared down the hallway to her bedroom and returned a minute later with a long cane sporting a curved handle at one end, like the ones Kewpie Dolls were tied to from Side Show Ally and bottle of baby oil in her hand. By this time I was partly aroused, my penis awakening from it’s sleep enlarging in dimensions.

Kathryn positioned a chair beside the Lounge, resumed her description of the unfolding seen. Kathryn rose from the chair and stood to oversee my compliance. I was to obey every every command to the letter. I acknowledged the rules of conduct albeit with a smirk on my face. Kathryn took the cane a prodded my cock into life as it grew and became erect, she grabbed the baby oil and added a drop of oil to the head of my penis, I instinctively went to spread the oil with my hand and received a lash from the cane on my thigh “FUCK THAT HURTS” I snapped the smirk flying form my face, a second lash for talking out of turn “FUCK OFF” I replied. Kathryn lifted the cane a third time, in that instant she transformed, with menace in her voice she stated that I had not been told to move and that she now had judicial sovereignty over me, asserting her power with a quick jab of the cane into my abdomen. I winced with pain and again went to bring my arms up to fend off any further attacks, I hesitated thinking better of it, and kept them at my side. Kathryn reported to her girlfriend that I was learning to behave. The fun had gone from this and my change in attitude was reflected in the inattention of my penis. Kathryn noted this and repeated her prodding with the cane, then kneeling beside me she reached over and gave me a long lustful kiss then whispered seductively in my ear in the same menacing voice “You Will Only Cum When I Permit It. If I Decide You Can Cum You Will Please Me With A Spectacular Display. Anything Less and Your Punishment Will Be Server”. My cock immediately responded with vigour drawing a comment of approval from Kathryn and the threat of punishment if it failed her again. A scintillating and alarming factor of this situation was how subtle the transition from relinquishing control, to having it robbed from me. The underlying fear in that loss of control fuelled the intensity and added weight to the erotic excitement.

Kathryn returned to her bedroom and I remained motionless on the lounge, on her return all she was wearing was a; black lace Venetian Mask and plain cotton nightshirt, it reached down covering her belly but leaving her meticulously groomed vagina visible, the nipples of her lavish breasts elegantly protruding through the cloth. The simplicity and intimacy of her apparel contrasted disturbingly against her cruel intent. I lay still upon the lounge arms by my side. Kathryn sanctioned the task of coating my penis with the baby oil she had applied, using one hand only. I cupped the inflated head of my cock twisting my hand and drawing it down the shaft, pre-cum welled up in the eye of my cock bursting it’s boundaries creating a small rivulet, I closed my eyes relishing the attention a tap of the cane on my forearm, as a warning not to deviate from her instructions. My gratification is not the focus and I should not stray from the path. Sitting on the chair Kathryn continued the conversation with her girlfriend. I heard Kathryn agree to an instruction from the person on the end of the telephone line, the pace at which my predicament was unfolding quickened, along with my own racing heart beat.

Kathryn straddled me with her thighs either side in a reverse cowgirl fashion and ease herself down to have her sex touch my lips. In this way she had control over position, pressure, contact and duration. I received the command to begin pleasuring her, I fill my lungs with the sublime essence of her sex. I savoured the delicacy of the rich ripe folds of her labia, she moved across my face, all the time barking detailed instructions. Kathryn shifted her hips forward bring my lips to the hole nestled between the cheeks of her opulent ass. I was commanded to explore this private region. It was an obscene indulgence, I remember the surge of elation that gripped me, the sense of perversion at my lewd gluttony. I remained there, my lips pressed to the flesh of her opening, my tongue gaining admittance igniting her arousal further. It had a delicious outlawed seduction in the act. Kathryn call to Jessica “What Are You Doing?” the reply from the handset “You Know What I’m DOING”, “Good” was Kathryn’s affirming response. I became aware that over the course of the evening, Kathryn at times served as Jessica’s proxy, the two women sharing in the pleasure between them. Kathryn continued orating the multiple pleasures proliferating throughout her body to her girlfriend, bonding her in the act, a Ménage à trois in absentia. Kathryn returned to her original position forcing me to trace the contours of her lips with my tongue, she had long since placed the handset of the telephone down on the coffee table her girlfriend privy to the performance listening intently and indulging covertly in the pleasure her friend was experiencing. Again Kathryn barked instructions to penetrate the internal workings of her vagina. At this point Kathryn brought her weight to bear on my mouth, my tongue finding it’s way deeper into her vagina, her hips rocked back and forth each time sliding her clitoris to the centre of my mouth finding the tip of my tongue. The tempo increased, approaching crisis point the tone in her commands betrayed her urgency.

Reaching forward she grasped my erect penis, gathered my balls with one hand pulling them up along the shaft towards the tip, gripping the base tightly causing each of my testicles to balloon out either side over her clenched fist. Kathryn pressed her clitoris to my mouth, I remember the desperation contained in her howling order to keep my lips and tough in place. As her orgasm commenced, the grip on my cock intensified to painful proportions. Kathryn called her girlfriend’s name “Jessica”, “I’m Cumming”. Once over the precipice Kathryn’s climax took hold of her, a deep guttural cry escaped Kathryn followed by wails of ecstasy. My mouth filled with her ejaculate spilling over my face, enveloping me in the machinations of her convulsing sex as she climaxed, feeling the powerful spasms of her anus firmly pressed against my face. Kathryn succumbed to the ecstasy sitting motionless on my face her vagina continuing it’s contractions. Finally she released her grip on my cock fell forward resting the side of her face on my thigh, in doing so allowing me to breathe.

Kathryn reclaimed her equanimity dismounted and returned to the chair cane in hand finished the remaining portion of wine left in the glass, picked up the phone’s handset from the coffee table and spoke into the mouthpiece seeking endorsement of the show, her girlfriend awash with exuberance for the performance, squealing with envy and delight. The conversation eventually settled on me. Kathryn listened intently for a long time to her girlfriend interjecting with verbal acknowledgements. At the conclusion of the conversation Kathryn stated that she had something special in mind. Returning the hand piece to the coffee table, Kathryn stood and made her way to the kitchen to filled her glass with wine. When she walked back into the room she took a sip of wine before placing it down next to phone and removed the nightshirt, she continued to wear the mask.

Disrobing from her nightshirt freed her cleavage, two sumptuous ivory orbs perched on her chest, her standing nipples betraying their arousal encircled by deep pink pigmented areolas. Two weighted full breasts aspiring to movement buffeting each other in a pendulous dance as she readied herself for the finally of the nights performance. I lay on the lounge mesmerised by the visual feast of impassioned flesh, immersed in the carnality of my desire.

Kathryn took the baby oil poured some into her hand, bending over me applied a liberal covering of oil to my penis, she poured a second amount into her hand and reached down between her thighs to applied it. Kathryn then stepped over straddling me, her calves either side of my hips facing me, she apprehended my cock positioning it and lowered herself, nuzzling the lips of her vagina with it’s tip, tormenting my desire. In the same malicious tone she reinforced her authority over me reminding me of my continued obedience. Kathryn began her decent, to my astonishment my penis did not encounter the moist warmth of her vagina, it’s progress met with resistance. I became cognisant of Kathryn’s forbidden indulgence, the sense of taboo inflamed my lust, I would not offer contrition nor would not seek absolution for this sin and no penance would be too costly. I embraced this corruption and would gladly sell my soul for it.

The intimate aperture which I previously had my lips to was now constricting over the head of my cock. Kathryn’s decent forced my penis through the tight band of muscle, she paused acclimating to the presence of my cock in her rectum. My head now resting in the textured confines of her back passage. “Jessica Can You Hear Me” and audible “Yes” through the handset. “Jess I’m Taking His Cock In My Ass” a shrill cry of approval could be heard. My body began to tense, Kathryn sensing my outlawed intentions leaned forward pinching my right nipple hard between her thumb and forefinger, the pain receptors in my brain ignited driving my attention to the source of my distress. “No” was the command issued by Kathryn as she applied more pressure to the skin caught in her grasp. The baby oil provided ample lubrication and through the pain, fleetingly sensations of the snug embrace with the added delights of her involuntary clenching as she deliberately eased the length of my cock into her interior chamber, the cheeks of her posterior coming to rest on my hips. Kathryn eased her grip on my nipple lessening the pain and called out to Jess “I Have Him Inside Me”, Jess whinnying her blessing and cheered her accomplishment. Kathryn released my nipple then cradling her bountiful breasts in her hands as an oblation, choking their flesh distorting their volume forcing them to burst the restraints of her fingers and spill from her hands, distending her nipples into fleshy nubs.

Kathryn ascended, clenching the muscles of her pelvic floor as she rose stopping as she reached the rim of the helmet, then quickly returning to her seated position reinserting my cock back into the sultry passage. Kathryn issued her final order “CUM”, I obey.

The rapture of my climax was ferocious it emanated from my cock flooding my abdomen with visceral ecstasy expelling the air in my lungs in an outcry of release. The sensation dominated my senses driving me headlong into an extraordinary orgasm, spasm upon spasm, spraying stream, after stream, after stream of cum, Kathryn maintained her movements, her anus suckling the reserves of seamen from my testicles. Kathryn lingered on my lap and waited for my orgasm to complete it’s cycle, leaning forward rewarded my final performance with a passionate kiss, she lifted herself up, my engorged penis slithering from her. Kathryn remained straddling me, the cum deposited in her bowel seeped from her relaxed opening, falling in generous viscus globules flooding my navel, excess cum made it’s way down the inside of her thighs pooling on the towel that lay beneath us. Kathryn embraced me her bosoms spilled out across my chest, like plush velvety cushions the summits of her nipples still hard, her intoxicating perfume mixing with the musky odour of my spilt cum fashioning an incandescent fragrance, filling my lungs and searing its signature into my memories. Kissing me again she whispered in my ear “You’ve Been Spoiled Tonight. You Will Probably Never Be The Same Again”.

The bitch was right.