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Four Nights of Freedom: Night 01

By: Mike Franklin



Committed, monogamous relationships are hard for men; it's just not natural! We are hunters, conquerors – we were programmed to gird our loins, take up our spear and do battle! Ok, so maybe I'm being a little dramatic. But any man who hears the magic words and doesn't feel that rush of adrenaline is no longer truly a man. Those words: "Business trip." As in "Honey, the company is sending me on a business trip. I'll be gone all week."

Gentlemen, start your engines. Rig your sails. Throw out the first pitch. Do the ceremonial coin toss – whatever! Just so long as your loins are girded, and you are ready for the hunt. Because no matter how good your relationship, no matter how good the sex is at home, when a man hears 'business trip' there is only one thought that flashes in his brain – "Maybe I can get a little strange while she's gone."

And that is where I found myself, that Friday when LeAnne came home and told me that her company was sending her to New York for a buyer's convention and that she would be gone all week. She was leaving Sunday and as soon as her plane was in the air, I was on the phone – sharpening my spear, setting my traps with bait, girding my proverbial loins.

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When I was in high school, I had assembled a group of girls that I could count on in a pinch. Whenever I needed a date (see laid) there was a list of girls that I could call on a moments notice and make some plans. Now a few years later, most of these girls were crossed off that list. A couple of them had kids (a couple of them had a couple of kids); a couple of them were married. One of them had even become a missionary – I guess she liked the position so much she made a career of it. But the one constant on that list was Brittany. The only girl that I had ever been with that had slept with more people than I had.

Not only was she as close to a sure thing as I still had available in my little black book, she was also the hottest. She had been a model as a teen, doing bathing suit and lingerie layouts for magazines and store flyers. Brittany was a small, petite little girl standing barely five foot tall with golden blonde hair, stunning blue eyes and surprisingly big tits for her small frame. She also had this great hour-glass figure and a sex drive the likes of which I hadn't encountered before or since.

It took me one call to locate her.

"Hello," she said in her husky little voice.

"Hey Brittany, bet you can't guess who this is."

I heard her chuckle softly. "And I bet you can't guess what I'm wearing. How are you Mike?"

"Well, I was doing good until I got the picture of you answering the phone naked in my head – now I'm doing fantastic. How about it, what are you wearing?" Brittany always ran around her house in next to nothing, if not nothing. More than once she had answered the door stark naked when I came to visit.

On the other end of the phone I heard Brittany taking a drink of something. "Bubbles and bathwater, baby. Now when are you and I going to get together again?"

"Actually," I said. "That's what I was calling about. I've got the place to myself for a few days and wondered if you would like to keep me company. I miss you!"

She laughed. "I'm sure you miss certain parts of me, baby. But no matter, what night shall I join you?"

"How about tomorrow, Monday. Do you want to do dinner? I can cook or we can go out."

Brittany laughed again and I heard her take another drink of whatever she was sipping, most likely a glass of expensive blush. "No need baby, you don't have to feed me to fuck me. I'll be there at eight."

I rang off, and my adrenaline surged. I was going to get my loins girded, expertly. Monday night couldn't come soon enough.

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Eventually, of course, Monday night did come. I had everything set, a fire in the fireplace and some good wine chilling on the kitchen counter, when the door bell rang. I took one last look at myself in the hallway mirror and then opened the door. Standing there in front of me was someone who looked like she had stepped right out of the pages of Playboy.

Her blonde hair was long and hung down in curls, framing her beautiful face. Her eyes were deep blue, like the color of arctic water, and her lips were painted bright red. Brittany wore a white silk dress that fit her like a second skin and I was sure that the dress was all that she was wearing. Her nails were painted the same bright red that her lips were and she wore tall heels, what she used to refer to as 'fuck me' heels. I stood there holding the door, just staring at her.

Brittany took a drag off her cigarette and blew the smoke out the side of her mouth – I don't know how but she made even the act of smoking sexy. "Great house, are you going to invite me in or are we going on a tour of the landscaping?"

I stuttered and stammered and finally managed to get out of my own way and let her in. She sauntered in, swishing her hips seductively. As she passed I got a whiff of her perfume, it was something very feminine and very expensive. She started down the hall toward the kitchen and I shut the door and followed.

In the kitchen I poured us some wine and joined her in a smoke, me lighting up an Ashton Corona as we sipped our wine and caught up. It was mostly small talk, as it always was with Brittany. We enjoyed each others company for one reason; we were unbelievably compatible in the bedroom. She told me that she had done some modeling after high school and had actually spent two years in Japan doing shoots for some companies over there – I guess the Japanese are really into the whole blonde look and she made some great money while she was there. Then she had come back to the states, had missed home, and now she was stuck in an office doing accounting work for her fathers' health care business.

Brittany finished her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray, then she tilted back her wine glass and drained the contents. She deftly slid the fine crystal back on the counter and then slid out of her dress in one smooth motion. One minute I was standing there, puffing on a good cigar, making small talk with this totally hot girl and the next she was standing in my kitchen totally naked. Unlike Clinton, I inhaled. The smoke from the cigar burned my lungs and caused me to cough and choke; Brittany just stood there, naked as the day she was born, with her hand on her hip and a smirk on her perfect lips.

"Gonna be ok?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"Um, yeah. It's just that I wasn't expecting that."

She looked down at her body. "It's not like you haven't seen it before. I know it's been a couple of years but it's not like it changed that much. I didn't suddenly grow a penis or anything."

I laughed. "I know that I've seen you before, I guess I just wasn't prepared for how amazing your body is. Not that it wasn't before, you understand, it's just that..."

I was rambling. She shut me up. "Let's go fuck," Brittany said, turning and leading me up the stairs to my bed room. I quickly followed her, watching her ass sway from side to side as she ascended the stairs to my bedroom.

My bedroom is plush, the centerpiece being a huge king sized bed that felt like sleeping on air. The room was exquisitely decorated with paintings on the walls and antique furniture – none of which I had picked out of course. Brittany walked over to the bed and sprawled out of the fluffy down comforter. 

"Great bed," she purred, staring at my crotch as I approached. You've heard of bedroom eyes, well the term was coined for her specifically. She hadn't even touched me and I could feel my cock starting to grow in my pants.

Brittany sat up on the bed and I stood before her as she took off my belt and unzipped my pants. I stepped out of them and pulled my shirt off over my head, leaving me in just my underwear. She looked my near naked body over and let out a little appreciative purr, licked her lips and then ran her hands over my muscular chest and shoulders.

She pushed herself up on her knees and put her hands around my neck, pulling me close to her mouth. Her lips were soft, like the pillows on my bed, and I found myself kissing her with gentle intensity. Brittany was shoving her tongue in my mouth, lapping at my tongue with a gentle flourish. Her hand was on my cock, rubbing it gently through the material of my shorts, teasing me to an even greater state of erection. 

I started running my hands all over her body, feeling the familiar shape of her. Her breasts, perky. Her hips, slender. Her legs, smooth and strong. I put my hands on her ass and felt its perfect shape as I squeezed them and pulled her closer to me, pressing my cock against her. The smell of Brittany's perfume was intoxicating and I felt my head start to spin and I was starting to lose myself to the intensity of our lust.

Brittany broke our kiss and pulled my head down to her breasts. She is such a small girl, petite and little, that her full B cup looks huge on her. They are the most perfect pair of tits I have ever seen, perky and responsive, they are tipped with sensitive nipples surrounded by quarter size areolas. I put one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked gently, then did the same to the other. Her back arched at my suckling, and her hand pulled me in closer. 

I kissed around her nipple, tasting the soft skin of her breasts as they heaved with each breath she took. My mouth was taking in her skin, licking it, suckling it and letting it fall back into place. I tugged and pulled at her with my lips and mouth and she gave me a little moan of pleasure and encouragement.

While I was sucking on her breasts, Brittany had worked her hand inside my boxers and now had my growing member in her hand. She squeezed it roughly, aggressively, as she had so many times before. Her soft hand worked up and down my cock, stroking me to my full nine inches.

Brittany pushed my head away from her and kissed her way down my body, stopping at my nipples to give them a hard suck on her way by. Down my chest she went, leaving a trail of red lipstick. She moved her legs behind her and lay on her stomach, her face in perfect alignment with my cock, which she now had exposed having pushed my underwear to the floor.

She liked things slow and performed as such on my cock, licking the full length of my shaft continuously until I begged her to put me in her mouth. Teasingly, she put the head of my dick in her mouth and then popped it back out, repeating the process until I thought I was going to explode in want and lust. Then at the perfect moment she pushed her lips down on me, taking half of me into her mouth. I let out a gasp of pleasure as I felt the warm wetness of her engulfing me and her tongue begin to gently massage the underside of me in quick, little strokes.

I don't know how long she blew me, probably no more than fifteen minutes but it was a lifetime of pleasure. Brittany used all the techniques that I remembered her using, and some that she had picked up since last we were together. She broke the coupling and looked up at me with those entrancing eyes.

"I want you inside me," she said breathlessly. "All the way inside me."

"Don't you want me to go down on you?" I asked.

"Not now, later," she said, seeming even more out of breath. "No need, I'm so wet already."

Who was I to argue? If this amazingly hot woman wanted me to fuck her then by god I was going to fuck her. I helped her onto her back and moved her up the bed until we were lying in the middle of the soft plush. I took a moment to admire her before I entered her, putting my cock at the entrance to her pussy and sliding in slowly. Even with as wet as she was, and with all the sexual experience this girl had, her pussy was still very tight.

Brittany worked her hips against mine and I slid deeper and deeper inside her. Her hands were on my back, pulling me into her and I started to fuck her with slow thrusts in and out. Brittany pulled her legs up, wrapping them around my waist and locking her ankles, the angle exposing more of her to me allowing me to penetrate her even deeper with each stroke.

It had never taken Brittany long to cum before and, like other things, that hadn't changed either. Her breathing increased and I felt her legs tighten around me, as she came she dug her fingernails into my back and scratched deeply into my skin. She let loose a loud chorus of moans, her orgasm seeming to stretch on forever.

Her orgasm subsided, Brittany laid back and let me take her how I wanted. My cock was buried all the way inside this little sexual goddess, her tight pussy stretched to take all that I had. I lifted her and put my hands beneath her, cupping her ass in both hands, pulling her to me with each thrust. My head bent, my mouth found her breasts and I licked and teased both of her nipples in turn. Her manicured hands were in my hair, pulling my head down, keeping me in place on her chest. I humped at her with an ever increasing urgency, feeling her body join with mine as her wetness flowed around me, encased me, pulled me deeper into her.

My mouth moved up and found hers, we kissed the kiss of lovers; long and deep and passionate. I slid my hands from beneath her and ran them down her thin, smooth thighs to her knees. Pulling her legs up and apart, I locked them over my elbows as I raised myself up off Brittany, supporting my weight on my hands. 

From this position I had total access, total control. Her pussy opened to me and she put her hands on my shoulders, holding on tight as I began to fuck her with deep, powerful thrusts. Again and again I slid my entire member into her deep chasm, pausing with it deep inside her to push against the very back of her. Brittany began to cum and her body shook with pleasure. Her nails again dug into my skin and she threw her head back as she convulsed with orgasmic delight, great wails of pleasure spilling out of her pouty red lips.

My cock felt like it was on fire and I knew that if I didn't get out of this girl soon I was going to lose control. Reluctantly, I slid from inside her, feeling her pussy squeeze me on the way out as if begging me not to go. Moonlight spilled in through the sliding glass door and I sat there just admiring her in the soft light.

Brittany looked up at me, lust filling those deep blue eyes. "You are just as good as you ever were, baby. Now tell me what you want, you can do anything you want to me. Tonight I'm yours to take anyway that you want."

I planned on taking her in every way too, but right now I needed the storm that was brewing in my cock to subside. "Let me lick your pussy," I said, lying down on the bed beside her. "Straddle my face, use my tongue to get yourself off. This night is as much about giving you pleasure as it is me."

She smiled, liking my response very much. Brittany settled her knees on either side of my head and lowered herself onto my mouth. It was freshly shaved and smelled sweetly of her perfume and the musky scent of her pussy. I took a deep breath, savoring the smell of sex. Her pussy nestled onto my mouth and I could feel how smooth she was. My desire for her was riding an amazing crescendo and I began to eat her feverously. 

My tongue darted in and out of her wet slit, tasting her juices as they dripped onto my lips. Brittany moved her hips, causing my licking to be directed just where she needed it too. I put my hands on her ass and ran them over her legs and calves, feeling their smooth skin under my fingers. 

Brittany was pulling at my hair now, holding my head in place as she bucked her hips furiously, moving my tongue in and out of her hole, back and forth over her clit. She came with a scream, her hand holding me in place until she had finally caught her breath. When she came a flood of wetness escaped from inside her and I lay there lapping up the sweet taste of her as she recovered.

She pivoted, expertly moving her body until we were lying against each other – her lips on my cock and my face between her legs. Brittany took me into her mouth and began to do her best to deep throat me. Like I said, she's a little girl with a little mouth but she does wonders with it. I could hear her choking and gagging on my cock as she pushed it to the limits of her throat. 

While she was working on my cock I continued to lick her, this time taking my time and enjoying all the delights to be found between her legs. I kissed the soft insides of her thighs, feeling her quiver each time my lips met her skin. My tongue darted in and out of her pussy, licking at her gooey wetness, tasting her. I moved my hands to her ass and spread her cheeks, revealing her small rosy hole to me. I licked that too, in long swirling motions that ended with my tongue pushing inside her, opening her ass to me.

Brittany slid her body off of mine and rolled on top of me, straddling my cock, placing it between her legs and impaling her petite body with it. In our past sexual encounters this had always been the best part, as Brittany was an expert at riding a cock. The girl knew her body, knew what she wanted, knew how to get it and how to please her partner in the process.

She began as she usually began, by riding me hard with long strokes that put me on the verge of falling out of her before she would slam her pussy down on my cock with all the force she could. Her hands were on my chest, nails digging into my skin, her head thrown back with pleasure. In only a few thrusts she was cuming again and she collapsed against my chest. I held her ass as she came and thrust inside her with quick movements helping to intensify and prolong her pleasure.

Once her latest orgasm subsided she rose off my chest but stayed close to me, her silky blonde hair falling into my face. I could feel it and smell its fragrance but I was otherwise blind. She began to fuck me hard and fast, her body moving with awesome speed. My hands held onto her ass for dear life as she brought me close to orgasm, backed off at just the right moment, then brought me to the brink again.

I laid there panting, my whole body tingling with anticipation and pleasure. Brittany slid herself off of my cock and looked down at me with a devilish grin on her face and wickedness in her eyes. She reached behind her and took my cock in her hand, when she lowered herself back onto me I penetrated her, but it wasn't her pussy I was in; I was inside her tight ass.

Brittany rolled her body back into a crouching position and she began to take my cock into her ass, slowly letting me penetrate deeper and deeper until I was all the way in. I was speechless, in total shock that a small little ass like that would stretch to accommodate my entire cock. Brittany began to ride me and I looked down, transfixed by the sight; my cock appearing and disappearing each time she went up and down.

Like everything else that had to do with sex, Brittany excelled at taking a cock in her ass. Once she was relaxed and fully open, she began to ride me hard, shoving my entire cock up inside her each time she descended on my pole. I put my hand between her legs and slid a finger insider her pussy, finger fucking her as she rode me.

Her breathing became shallow and she took a breast in each hand, pushing them together. Brittany slowed and tilted her head forward, causing her blonde locks to fall in golden pools on my stomach and chest. She came; I could feel it, like a tremor deep within the earth as it speeds toward the surface, her legs shook, her ass flexed, her pussy tightened and she exploded.

She came for what seemed like an hour, her body pressed against mine, shaking and quivering all over, loud cries of pleasure unceasingly coming from her mouth. Brittany lay against me for a long time, basking in the glow of a monumental orgasm.

"Holy shit, baby. I've never cum like that before." She said, her voice muffled by her hair. "I want you to cum, tell me how you want to cum. You can do anything you want, cum anywhere you want. Just tell me baby, my body is yours."


Four Nights of Freedom: Night 01



"On your stomach," I said. She dislodged my cock from her ass and slid off me and onto her stomach. Brittany was still breathing heavy, trying to catch her breath.

I moved behind her and put the head of my cock against her anus. She reached her hands back and pulled her cheeks far apart to give me full access. Without much effort, I slid inside her, thrusting in her ass until I was once again fully penetrating her. Using my arms to support myself, I raised myself off of the bed, holding myself there as I began to fuck her.

Brittany's ass felt amazing and as I watched my cock go in and out of her I once again marveled that such a little ass could take my entire cock. Once I felt comfortable pushing into her, confident that she wasn't going to be injured by my jabbing against her colon, I began to really get into fucking her.

Each time my cock went into her ass, it went a little deeper still and I could feel part of her giving way as I pushed. My speed picked up and I began to give into my lust. Brittany was beneath me, her hands grasping at the bed sheets as she started cuming again. I never slowed, never broke stride and I fucked her through that orgasm and the next.

Sweat was pouring off of me and I could see that Brittany's body was glistening in the moonlight as well. I was near total exhaustion but I continued pushing as deep inside her as I could – it felt so good that I never wanted the feeling to end. Leaning forward, I whispered to her that I was going to cum soon. She suggested that we change position's one last time.

Brittany moved onto her back and pulled her legs wide apart, exposing her ass to me. I slid inside her; she was so stretched out by now that there was no resistance at all. Brittany was holding onto her ankles, pulling her lean, sexy legs as far apart as they would go. Her breasts rolled and heaved with each powerful thrust to her backside. My hands were again on her ass as I rode her towards the inevitable. 

My cock pistoned in and out of her and I was starting to lose control, my explosion immanent. Brittany looked up at me, staring at me with those eyes and I could see in them that she was on the verge again. A few more thrusts did it, for both of us, and we came together; her body convulsing as another lightning storm of orgasms ripped through her body while my own body was ridged as I shot jet after jet of cum deep inside her ass.

We collapsed against each other and just held one another for a long time, trying to catch our breath. I had girded my loins, stalked and hunted my prey, captured it and brought it back to my cave where I had feasted!

Brittany lit a cigarette, its red ember burning brightly in the dark room. "More wine?" I asked.

"First more wine, then more cock," she said that mischievous smile on her lips.

I never did get to sleep that night; Brittany kept me up all night. We fucked and sucked each other in every way imaginable. Tuesday I had to call off work just to get some sleep - I woke just in time to get ready for night number two. 



Four Nights of Freedom: Night 02



When I finally awoke the next day, the sun was getting low in the sky and darkness was starting to creep in. Brittany was gone, I found a note from her on the night stand.

"That was a great night, baby. Call me soon! XOXO Brittany" She had left an imprint of her lips under her name in red lipstick. I was certainly going to call her again, but I don't know how soon it was going to be – it was going to take me some time to recover from a night like that.

I struggled out of bed and into the shower. My body was sore all over from the sexual Olympics of the night before and the muscles of my cock hurt from all the times that I had cum. Hot water streamed over my body and I stood under its spray for a long time, beginning to feel human again.

I hopped out of the shower and toweled off, splashed some aftershave on my face and walked naked to my closet. The clock on the wall told me it was just after eight, leaving me enough time to get dinner together before Karen was to arrive. Dress for the evening was ultra casual and I slipped into a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt, perfect for the occasion.

In the kitchen I started working on dinner, a simple chicken dish that wasn't exactly a test of my culinary skills. I poured myself a Scotch, a nice dollop of ten year old Glenmorangie and lit a cigar. As dinner simmered I went out on the back porch to watch the day give way to night and breath in some fresh air.

Sitting there I started to think about the last time I had seen Karen. It had been just a month of so before her wedding and it hadn't been a happy meeting. I had met her husband Jason the week before at a golf outing and disliked him immediately. He was a squirrelly fucker who looked like Al from 'Home Improvement' and drank way too much. When he drank he started running his mouth and he had been asked to leave the golf course midway through the post outing dinner. When I saw Karen I had told her my thoughts on her soon to be husband and they didn't go over too well. Needless to say, I didn't wait by my mailbox for an invitation!

Then last week when I was out at the mall I had run into her. Her grandmother had passed away after a prolonged illness and she had come back to town, alone, for the funeral. She told me that she was staying in town for the next two weeks and wanted to get together and catch up – it had been almost four years since we had last spoken. We exchanged numbers and I promised to call, which I had done immediately after LeAnne told me she was going out of town. Sure, Karen and I had been good friends, but there was also a six month period when we were in college that we had spent humping each others' brains out.

Inside the house the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. 

"Mike!" Karen said, spreading her arms to give me a big hug. We embraced warmly and she seemed genuinely happy to see me. "This house is perfect for you, out in the middle of nowhere with no one to bother you. I always pictured you in a place like this."

"Yeah, I really like it. It was the first place the realtor took me and I told her to cancel all the other appointments – this place was exactly what I wanted. But don't stand out there admiring the front porch, come inside. Dinner is almost ready."

Karen entered the house and slipped off her sandals. I led the way though the downstairs, giving her the mini tour as she padded barefoot down the hall behind me. 

"Mmm, smells good," she commented as we entered the kitchen. "What's for dinner?"

I removed the lid from the pan and gave the dish one final stir, tasted it and added a final dash of salt. "Ah, just a simple chicken dish. Call it, 'bachelors special.' What would you like to drink? I've got just about anything, including some good wine."

She picked wine and I served our dinner. We went out to the back porch and sat at the table, enjoying the cool evening air as we ate. Conversation flowed easily; we had always been terrific friends. We filled in the last four years – my work, her work, my moves, her moves, everything. When we had finished our meal, we went back inside and settled in the living room, settling onto opposite ends of an overstuffed leather couch.

Karen was drinking wine and I was working my way through my third Scotch when the subject turned to her marriage. I hadn't wanted to broach it since the last time conversation had ended badly but she brought it up and so I figured it was fair game.

"You were right about Jason," she said, not looking at me, instead staring intently into her wine glass. "The guy is a total asshole."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I had always hoped that I was wrong about him, that he had simply been having a bad day at the golf course. I hoped that he would make you happy."

She laughed, still gazing at the liquid in her glass. "Well, I didn't see that side of him for quite a while, then all the sudden... well, that's about all I see now. He started working for this environmental company, started traveling a lot and it seemed like the more he was gone the more he resented having to come home. It was like he didn't want to come home because then he would have to be a husband. Does that make sense?"

I just nodded at her, not saying anything, letting her unburden herself.

"I'm going to file for divorce if he ever comes home long enough for my lawyer to serve him. I've thought about having an affair, but it's been so long since I was into the scene that I wouldn't know where to start. Guess I'll have to figure it out soon, though. But who is going to want someone like me?"

I refilled her glass. "Don't talk like that Karen, you are just as beautiful as ever. And you have so much to offer – good looks, good conversation, sense of humor and you are one helluva lay!"

She looked me and a smile spread across her face, then she began to laugh and soon we were both laughing hysterically – probably because of the amount of alcohol we had drank but it worked to break the tension in the room brought on by the heavy topic. 

We looked at each other over the rims of our glasses, each wondering who would make the first move. Turned out, we both did.

No sooner had we set our glasses down on the coffee table then we were all over each other, our hands moving over each other in familiar ways. We fumbled with buttons and zippers and clasps, leaving each other in a half dressed state as I pushed her back onto the couch.

Karen's shirt was gone but her bra was still on, though unclasped. Her ample breasts spilled out of the loose lingerie and her pants and underwear pulled down to her knees. I pushed her legs back to her chest exposing her pussy.

My cock was sticking out the trap door in the front of my boxers at full attention. I lined myself up with her pussy and jammed myself inside her, not bothering to be gentle. Karen's pussy was just as I remembered it, wet and warm with plenty of room for me to get inside and pound away.

Karen has a nice body, not a flawless body, but one built for fucking. She is rather tall, almost five foot ten with long legs that end in her nice round 'bubble butt.' Her chest is also very nice, with a cup size bordering on 'D,' tipped with big, sensitive nipples. Perhaps her best asset is her pussy – not only did I always find it wet and warm and receptive to my advances, but she came insanely easy. Many times just the penetrating her would set her off.

And that is exactly what happened when I entered her there in my living room – she came immediately. If I had any worries about not being able to perform after last night's sex marathon they were quickly put out of my mind as I began to slid my full length in and out of this sex kitten.

I banged away at her with all the passion that I felt for her – at one point I had really loved her and envisioned a future with her. I watched as her large tits flopped against her chest as I fucked her with long, deep strokes. Karen was holding onto my arms, her grip firm on my triceps and she began to squeeze hard as she came yet again. Don't be alarmed or think that I'm bullshitting you, but in the past she would routinely cum twenty to thirty times during our sexual encounters.

Karen and I were pulling at each other with furious passion, and soon the clothes that hadn't come off in our initial 'attack' were also strewn about the room. I pushed her legs back and apart, laying myself down on top of her, placing my bare chest against hers. We kissed as I kept fucking her pussy, feeling its warmth wetness inviting me in deeper. I broke our kiss and went to work on her tits.

One thing about her having ultra-sensitive nipples was that if you got her in the right mood, you could make her cum just by sucking on them. Obviously I was working on her with more than just my mouth, but I attacked her nipples just the same. I pushed her flesh together and buried my face between her huge mounds, smelling the soft scent of her body spray. Concentrating on each breast in turn, I began to work on her nipples, taking them into my mouth and sucking on them hard before flicking my tongue over them softly, then biting on them rather roughly. It was the varying pressure on her nipples that drove her crazy and it worked tonight as it had so many times before – I heard her moans start softly and gradually build to a loud explosion as she came again.

She pushed me up off of her and back against the arm of the couch. My cock was sticking straight up in the air and I could see that it was coated in her wetness. Karen shifted positions on the couch, kneeling before me on the soft leather. She opened her mouth and put me inside, sucking her juices off of my engorged prick. Again and again she ran her mouth over me, giving me the same expert blowjob that she had so many times before.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth, for some reason my desire to be inside her that night was very intense. I stood her up and bent her over the arm of the couch, which made her ass stick up in the air seductively. My cock entered her pussy easily and buried to its full depth in one motion. Karen cupped her breasts in her hands and held on as I grabbed her hips and pulled myself into her with violent thrusts. Desire and lust had taken over my body and I was going to give this girl the fucking of a lifetime if it killed me in the process.

Again and again I slammed into her and she began to cum, I could feel the muscles inside her tighten and release as she did. I never let up for one second, just continued my assault on her insides with my cock. Karen let go of her breasts and steadied herself on the couch, I reached around and replaced her hands with my own. I pinched her nipples hard and felt her quake with the stimulation.

My cock slid inside her again and again and the heat coming off of us was incredible. Never before had I felt someone so hot and so wet inside, the temperature in her pussy had to be approaching that of the hot tub out on my back porch. Sweat was rolling off of our overheated bodies. Karen slid herself forward, causing my cock to slip from between her legs.

She turned and sat down on the couch, taking my cock into her hand and looking at it. "I love to lick the taste of my pussy off of your cock," Karen said as she took me into her mouth again. Her blowjob was fast and deep, but she wisely released me from her mouth before my orgasm became immanent. Standing up, she took my hand and pulled me over to a clear area on the floor and pushed me down. 

I sat on the area rug, looking up at this amazing sexual creature. Karen moved down to me and put her legs over mine, using her hand to make sure my cock found its mark and slid me inside of her. We were sitting facing each other, our arms around each other, our mouths pressed together in frantic kisses.

Karen began to ride me and I helped her along, pulling up on her shoulders so that the thrusts would be even deeper. Our kiss continued and the position was very erotic, her body was open for me to explore every part of her from her legs, to her ass, to her chest. I ran my hands over her entire body, feeling the softness that I had felt so many times before. As Karen continued to ride me, her efforts were rewarded and she came again.

She broke our kiss as her moans of pleasure intensified, then pushed me onto my back. Karen sat up straight, pulling her knees underneath her, and started to ride my cock up and down. She used her hands to help increase her pleasure; her right hand worked at her breasts, cupping the flesh and rubbing her erect nipples as her left hand went between her legs to rub her clit.

Karen began to ride me expertly, her hips moving in every direction to maximize our pleasure. Not long after she took control she began to cum and I don't think that she stopped cuming the entire time she was riding me. Her efforts were about to make me lose control and I wasn't quite ready for that just yet and so before I reached the point where I would surely cum, I pushed her off of my cock.

She collapsed on the rug next to me; we were both panting loudly and covered in sweat. I moved my hand between her legs and inserted my finger while my mouth moved to cover one of her breasts. I finger fucked her until she came again; I was having great fun eliciting those little cries of pleasure out of her when she did.

We looked at each other and smiled. "Shower time," I said and we hurried to our feet. During our past relationship shower sex had become our absolute favorite, the only limit to our exploits the amount of hot water in the tank. Well, she was going to love the shower in this house – not only did it have two huge water tanks but the shower was big enough to fit about six people and it had an array of perches, benches and hand holds. One look at the thing and you had to conclude it was designed just as much for 'water sports' as it was for getting oneself clean.

Moments later we were in the bathroom, waiting for the shower temperature to adjust so we could get under the hot jets. Once inside, Karen lathered me up, paying special attention to the areas we had decided were "especially dirty." She let the water stream over my body, clearing the suds away and then I was in her mouth again.

Karen was sucking my cock with reckless abandon, using the extra wetness provided by the shower to aid in getting more of my cock into her mouth. I reached out and grabbed a hold of two of the handles, steadying myself as she gave me an expert blow job. She slid me out of her mouth and said "I want you inside me again so bad."

When she released my cock I moved to the small bench built into the wall of the shower and sat. Karen turned her back to me and lowered herself down onto my cock, using her hand to guide me between the soft lips of her pussy. She rode me slowly, moving her legs up and down and rotating her hips as she took me deep inside her. Water streamed over our bodies as she fucked me, taking my entire cock inside of her with each stroke, slowly raising herself off of me after each time I fully penetrated her.

Karen continued to fuck me with those long, lazy motions and I laid back and enjoyed the feeling of my cock being engulfed within her. Her hands were back to their usual places, one of them on her breasts and the other massaging her engorged clit. She was trying to make herself cum and I helped her along by sliding one finger inside of her ass – something that always seemed to be that one last push she needed to put her over the edge. As usual it worked and soon she was trembling with orgasm, her cries amplified in the shower stall.

I pushed her up off of me and repositioned her so that she could stand with her back against one of the walls, her foot lifted and resting on one of the strategically placed ledges. I dropped to my knees and put my head between her legs. My mouth filled with the water that ran down her torso and dripped from between her legs. I moved myself deeper under her until her pussy was easily accessible to my mouth and tongue. I licked inside her pussy, tasting her slippery juices. My tongue probed into her as deep as it could, bringing out more of her wetness with each lick. I kept at her, licking away at the soft folds of her pussy until my neck ached from holding the position.

Karen and I looked at each other as I got back to my feet; I took my time admiring her body, the water cascading down and over her in tiny rivers. She reached out and took my hard cock in her hand, stroked it gently and pulled me to her, guiding me inside her pussy again.

She put her arms around me as I began to plow into her, my own hands gripping her ass, firmly pulling her hips to me in perfect rhythm with my thrusts. My mouth was on her breasts, sucking as much of her flesh into my mouth as I could, feeling her quiver each time I applied pressure to one of her nipples.

Heaving breaths turned into moans as Karen came again, her orgasm seeming to stretch on forever as we lost ourselves in each other. We were fucking each other, the effort of the action divided equally between us. Each time I would thrust into her, I was met by her hips as they rotated forward to allow me to penetrate her even deeper. The sounds of our bodies, wet and naked, slapping together echoed in the small chamber.

Karen was cuming again and I felt the familiar tug of need in my groin, letting me know that it wouldn't be long before I was going to cum myself. When I told Karen that I wouldn't be able to last much longer, she only intensified her efforts. Her hands were between her legs, frigging her clit furiously as she worked to push herself over the top toward the orgasm to end all orgasms, as she called it.

My hands gripped her ass tighter and my thrusts increased in urgency; I was going to cum any second. The orgasm that Karen had been working toward ripped through her body with perfect timing, reaching its peak as my balls tightened and jets of my cum rushed from my cock and were deposited deep inside her pussy.

We held each other as the waves of pleasure washed over us like the water from the shower we were standing under. Karen smiled at me and kissed me gently. "It's good to see that for everything that changes, some things never do."

Eventually we untangled our bodies and washed each other in an act of tender intimacy that seemed in stark contrast to the urgency of our love making. We toweled off and went into the bed room, crawled into bed and snuggled in close to one another. Minutes later we both drifted off to sleep, neither of us stirring until the sun came up the next morning.



Four Nights of Freedom: Night 03



Wednesday morning I was back at work, behind my desk that was piled high with files. Several documents needed a revision before being sent out for signatures and I spent the morning crossing "T's" and dotting "I's." Carla, my secretary, went to make copies and fax them to other law firms across the country while I dug into the little fridge I kept in my office, came out with a can of Mountain Dew and a Power Bar, and had lunch at my desk.

That afternoon I had to be over at "The Morgan Co." to put in some serious hours finishing their new supplier contract – it had to be finished today so that it could be shipped off in the morning, signed Friday, finalized and in place for the start of business on Monday. I knew that it was going to be a long evening, maybe even stretching into the early morning, but it absolutely had to get done.

Around 1:30 I checked a couple of references, stuffed papers into my attaché case, switched off my office lights and locked the door. 

"Carla," I said to my secretary as I hurried past her desk. "I'm going over to Morgan, I'll be there until we get that contract finished. Any messages I'll return tomorrow afternoon, unless it's urgent then page me."

My very capable secretary smiled and nodded. "Good luck getting the contract finished Mr. Franklin," she said as she pushed a button on her phone to answer an incoming call. Before she finished her greeting, I was out the door and into the Benz.

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At the Morgan Company I took the stairs to the third and top floor, emerging in the bare lobby. The executive secretary sat at her perch behind a Formica desk, absently filing her nails and chewing gum. She never even looked up as I entered.

"They're in the conference room, Mr. Franklin. They said for you to go right in." 

I gave her a little wave and a smile that she never saw and walked down the carpeted corridor to the conference room. Seated around the table covered with stacks of documents were three people; Mr. Morgan, owner and CEO, Charlie Butznick, his CFO, and Rebecca Johnson, a Jr. Executive that was the point person on the new contract. 

We said our pleasantries as I walked in and set down my case. I shook hands with both men and gave Rebecca a warm smile which she returned with a brilliant smile of her own. Mr. Morgan and Butznick were what you would expect from corporate heads; white, slightly overweight, balding and about as exciting as corn meal. Rebecca on the other hand wasn't. 

She is a stunningly beautiful black woman with light, dusky skin. A former college gymnast, she's short but possesses an amazing body and striking features. Long, black hair cascades down over her shoulders in lazy curls. Her eyes are dark and sultry, her lips full and pouty. From years of training her body was muscular and tight, her calves well toned, her breasts full and her ass round enough to fill out any skirt. Gazing at her beauty and stealing glances at her body was the best part of putting together this contract – that and the enormous amount of money I was billing to Morgan, of course.

Mr. Morgan had a few points of the contract that he wanted clarified and we reworked some language until he was satisfied. Mr. Butznick also had some questions on how the terms had been stated and with a few notations and footnotes we were able to satisfy his concerns as well. This all took time, too much time and when I glanced at my watch it was well after 7:30 in the evening. But we had the terms complete, all we needed to do now was to make the final changes, proof read it one last time and in the morning, overnight it to the client in Texas.

I gathered up my papers and stuffed them back into my case. Mr. Morgan and Butznick said they were going home, that they would leave the final details up to me, but Rebecca offered me another set of eyes to look over the contract before we called our work complete. I was grateful to have someone else to look it over, especially someone from the company with that much intimate knowledge of the deal. She followed me back to my office in her car, a nice new style Toyota that fit a rising junior executive perfectly.

The changes didn't take long, me working at my computer while Rebecca toured my office, looking at my various plaques, trophies, certificates and other paraphernalia one displays in his office in the attempt to impress clients.

"All set," I said leaning back in my chair and pressing the print button twice, causing my desktop printer to roll out a copy for both her and I. We took up chairs at the small table in my office and directed our attention at the finalized contract.

After almost an hour of reading, I set the papers on the table, satisfied that all was in order. Soon after Rebecca did the same and professed that she too was satisfied that all the details had been spelled out.

"Good," I said. "Carla will get it out first thing in the morning and it will be in Texas by Friday. Looks like we'll hit that deadline after all." I yawned and stretched, looked at my watch and noticed it was after 9:30. I was hungry as hell too, not having eaten a thing since lunch. "I'm going to head to Caplin's and grab a bite to eat, if you are interested you're welcome to go."

Rebecca smiled at me. "If you're buying, count me in."

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The restaurant was down by the river and during the normal early dining rush usually had a good crowd. When we got there the place was half empty and they sat us at a table immediately. We ordered and sat there sipping drinks, making small talk. Our meals came and our table grew quiet as we both hungrily cleaned our plates.

Our empty plates pushed away from us, we sat at the table and sipped our drinks. Instead of small talk, we started talking about all the things that polite society says to avoid. We covered religion, politics and everything in between. I was totally charmed by this raven haired beauty, not only was she amazingly sexy she was extremely intelligent.

Around us waiters were wiping down tables and I noticed that we were one of only about three tables left occupied in the entire place. My watch said it was after eleven, closing time for a respectable eatery in this part of town.

"I'd invite you back for a night cap," I said to Rebecca, holding the door open for her as we left. "But it's already after eleven and..."

"Of course I'd love a night cap," she interrupted. "Now that the contract is done and finished, I can relax a bit. Besides, a deal like that deserves a celebration. After being stuck in that little room with my bosses for the last month, spending some time with someone as entertaining as you is just what I need."

I smiled, looking at her in the soft glow of the street lights. God, she was beautiful and if she wasn't worried about the time, neither was I. We hopped into our separate vehicles and Rebecca followed me for the fifteen minute drive back to my house. 

We parked and I led her to the house, entering through the side door off the kitchen. I set my keys on the counter and Rebecca closed the door behind her, flicking the lock as she did – a habit that women who live alone acquire quickly in the big city.

"What can I get you to drink," I asked going over to the cabinet that held my glasses and opening the door. "I've got wine or just about any liquor."

"Bartender, give me a double bourbon, on the rocks." She said as she kicked off her heels and padding into the kitchen on her tiny feet.

"Now that's a serious drink." I put some ice in a glass and poured bourbon over it, handing her the heavy crystal tumbler.

She knocked the drink back, swallowing the entire thing in one gulp, not seeming to notice the burn of the strong alcohol as it hit her throat. "We black woman are always serious," Rebecca said and handed the glass back to me. "Another if you please."

I poured her a second drink and then poured myself a large glass of Glenfiddich Special Reserve, a smoky twelve year old Scotch that I really enjoy. Drinks in hand, I gave her the tour of the house and she seemed impressed at my taste in décor – I didn't bother to tell her I had hired someone to come in and decorate.

Tour over, we settled into the den at the back of the house that doubles as my home office – or will double as my home office if I ever get to spend a day away from the firm! The room is all wood and leather with a deep stained walnut paneling on the wall and dark leather chairs and couches along the room's perimeter. One entire wall was covered with a floor to ceiling bookshelf that housed hundreds of books – some I'd read, most I hadn't. A large picture window was set in the far wall and overlooked the vast woods behind my house. Out that window, I could see the leaves, silvery in the moonlight, flutter and twist in the gentle breeze.

Rebecca settled into one of the love seats and pulled her legs up beneath her – her muscular calves visible out the bottom of her knee length, very nice, very professional skirt. Our conversation picked up where we had left off at the restaurant, pausing only when our drinks needed refilled.

The alcohol was going to my head, loosening my tongue and I started to tell her stories of clients that I had worked with, that were hilariously funny but probably not the best things for me to be telling. If Rebecca noticed she didn't seem to care, and was laughing at all the punch lines. We were having a marvelous time, getting quite drunk and telling each other stories of our lives.

Our laughter stopped, dried up as it does sometimes and we sat there in an uncomfortable silence for the first time all night. She sipped her drink and I did the same, not out of thirst but simply to be doing something. Rebecca was picking imaginary threads off her shirt, not looking at me. I in turn was examining the spines of the books on my shelves, actually spotting a few that I would have to find the time to actually read someday.

When she spoke, her voice was so low that I had to strain to hear what she was saying. My mind, foggy with drink and shaken with surprise was having a hard time comprehending what she had asked. Rebecca figured that I simply hadn't heard her the first time, not realizing that I was simply too stunned to answer her. She looked up at me and asked again, raising her voice just enough that she was sure I would hear her this time.

"Would you like to make love to a black woman, Mike?"

I took a long drink of my Scotch, trying to make sure my ears weren't deceiving me. Here was this professional woman, extreme in her intellect and beauty, asking me if I wanted to make love to a black woman, presumably her by the look in her eyes.

Words failed me. "Ah, I never have... sure I would like to... I mean, if..."

Rebecca seemed to read my mind. "Yes, I'm offering, if that was going to be your question. I just didn't know if you had a hang up about, you know, race."

"Absolutely not, I just have never had the chance. Especially with someone as beautiful as you, not that I don't find black woman attractive, it's just that none have ever been interested in me or if they were they weren't very attractive and..."

As I spoke, Rebecca got up from her seat and came over to where I sat. She silenced my rambling with a kiss, long and soft. Her lips were full and moist and her kisses were the kind one can get lost in. I felt her soft lips part and her velvet tongue was in my mouth, licking at my own tongue in lazy strokes.

She moved on top of me, her little frame fitting into the oversized chair easily, as we continued to kiss. I put my hands around her, feeling the taunt muscles of her back, strong and toned from so many years in the gym. Her hips ground against me softly and her skirt was pushed up revealing even more of her toned legs, the skin on her upper thighs was the color of caramel. 

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as we embraced; there was no rush, no tearing off of cloths, no overwhelming urgency. We both knew what we wanted, knew instinctively that we were going to get it and were content in taking our time getting there. Rebecca's hair fell on my face and she pulled her mouth from mine, tucking her soft curls behind her ear and smiling at me sweetly. "I love for a man to take his time, to be gentle and slow. Can you be that for me tonight, Mike?"

I wasn't sure but I wasn't going to tell her that. If it was slow and sensual she wanted, I was going to do my best to provide it. I nodded my affirmation that I could perform as she requested.

Wrapping my arms around her I stood up from the chair, lifting her light body up with me as I did. We stood in the dark room and looked at each other, looking into each others eyes for any signs of doubt. There were none to be found. I bent low and kissed her, noting just how small this ebony goddess was. I took her hand and pulled her across the room over to my large mahogany desk that stood in front of the picture window. I sat down in the chair and she stood before me, our vantage points now reversed as she was now looking down on me.

Moonlight was streaming through the window, basking her in its blue glow. In the light her hair appeared to be ink, totally void of color and liquid in the way it flowed around her. Her eyes, dark to begin with, were deep set with shadow making them even more mysterious. Black, white, yellow, purple, whatever – this woman was the most strikingly beautiful woman I had ever seen.

My hands caressed her body through her clothes, down her front and up her back, feeling her skin taunt against her muscled frame. I stopped at her blouse and started to undo buttons, peeling her shirt from her when I had released the last one from its hold. Her shirt fell to the floor, revealing a silky red bra that hid her ample breasts. "The panties match," she said, a lilt of mirth in her voice.

"Oh yeah?" I said reaching behind her and unzipping her skirt, letting it fall to her feet in a pool of fabric. She wasn't lying; her crimson top was matched by a silky thong of matching color below.

Rebecca stepped out of her skirt and kicked it across the room; it landed on the floor next to the bookshelf in a pile. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her toward me, her stomach level with my mouth, my lips kissing her taunt abs. Her skin was sweet to the taste and I kissed her again and again, leaving little wet marks all over her lower abdomen.

While I was kissing her stomach, caressing her perfect ass in my hands, Rebecca had reached behind her and unhooked her bra, shrugging it off and onto the floor. I looked up and saw her naked breasts, raising and falling almost imperceptibly with each breath she took. They were perky and perhaps bigger than her slight frame required (but neither of us could be heard complaining), the same color of caramel as the rest of her body save for the dark 'Hershey kiss' nipples at the very tip.

I placed my hands on her breasts and felt the weight of them settle into my palm. I squeezed them gently and felt her nipples grow hard, put them between my fingers and worked them to their full size. My mouth found her right nipple and I sucked on it gently, tasting a black breast for the first time. Rebecca's nipples were so responsive, her breathing would intensify each time I applied pressure to the dark buds.

While my mouth concentrated on her breasts, devouring each in turn, my hands were exploring her body. She was a few years removed from competitive gymnastics but she was still in the kind of shape that other women spend countless hours at the YMCA trying to achieve. I ran my hands all over her back, caressed her butt, felt the smooth strength of her legs. My fingers hooked into the band of her underwear at her hips and tugged, dropping them to the floor and causing her to now be totally nude.

I leaned back in my chair and just looked at this amazing woman standing before me naked, bathed in the soft moonlight. Her face was beautiful, with those dark eyes, high cheekbones and cute little slightly upturned nose – the rest of her body was just as enticing. She had broad, strong shoulders that helped give her the ultimate 'hour glass' figure when coupled with her slim waist. Her legs were lean and strong, with thick thighs and well defined calves. Her whole body was that soft caramel color that made her seem exotic and from what I could see there wasn't a spare ounce of fat on her perfect body.

If Rebecca hadn't made the next move I think I may have just sat there all night and starred at her naked body. She unbuttoned my shirt and slid her hands inside, running her small hands over my stomach and chest. Her hand hooked the front of my pants and she pulled me up out of the seat, unlatched my belt and slid down my zipper causing my pants to fall to my ankles. She yanked my underwear down and off then helped me step out of both articles of clothing – we were now both standing naked in the moonlight, our eyes drinking in the sight of one another.

Rebecca put her hand on shoulder and pushed me back down in the chair and then gently got down on her knees before me. My cock hung between my legs semi-erect and she took it in her soft hand as her soft lips kissed a path from my chest down my stomach to my crotch, her hand encouraging me to become fully erect by the time her mouth opened to accept me inside.

Her blowjob was slow and sensual and she spent a lot of time tugging at skin of my shaft with her soft lips. It was unlike any feeling I've had before and it was enjoying the newness of it. Rebecca would often place kisses from my head all the way to the base of my shaft, then take her velvet soft tongue and lick up the underside of me until she was back at the head and then repeat the process. Occasionally she would push me between her lips and take me inside her mouth, but that seemed secondary to the soft kisses she was using to pleasure me.

Like I said, it was like nothing I had felt before. It was like a combination of being teased and pleasured at the same time and I sat there looking down at her, watching her, transfixed by her technique. Rebecca flicked her tongue over the tip of my penis and smiled up at me. "Soft. Sensual. You like?" My head bobbed in agreement. "Now you lick me the same way. Will you eat me, Mike? Lick me slowly, suck my clit gently, slide your fingers in me deliberately."

In my experience, some girls like to talk dirty. Some will beg you to fuck them harder; some will demand that you fuck them harder. I find that sometimes that kind of banter excites me and sometimes it doesn't – most of the time it's all the same and can get rather played out. What Rebecca was saying, well that, that was something all together different. Was it dirty? Sure. Was it commanding? Yes. But the way she said it, made me feel like I was in control, like I was doing her a favor, like I was the one in the position to provide her with unbridled pleasure. I told her that I could do as asked and she released my penis and stood.

Rebecca moved to my desk and sat on the edge. I hadn't had time to decorate and so there were no artifacts that needed move out of the way as she stretched herself out on the desk top before me. I wheeled my chair close to her and found that I was in the perfect position to perform as requested.

Spreading her muscular legs, I moved my face to her pussy. I could see that she had a small, well manicured bush of soft black hair, shaved into a triangle that pointed the way to "Pleasure Island." Since this was my first time ever going down on a black woman, I spent a few minutes examining her. Rebecca's pussy lips were dark folds of skin the color of onyx that when peeled back revealed the soft pink of her inner vagina, which seemed to radiate almost like neon when contrasted against the darkness that surrounded it.

I slid my tongue into her then, tasting her for the first time, she tasted amazing. Rebecca's pussy was already slick with her wetness and as she had asked me to do I licked her slowly, coating her lips, clit and hole with my saliva and her juices. Using my fingers, I peeled back the folds that held her clit captive and sucked on it softly, pulled it into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue gently. While I worked on her clit, I slid a finger inside her and massaged the inside of her hole in a slow circular motion.




Four Nights of Freedom: Night 03



Judging from the reaction of Rebecca's body, I was performing up to task. She drew her legs up, opening her pussy wider and allowed me to slip a second finger inside her. My tongue started to explore the area between her legs, licking her clit, her soft pussy lips, the insides of her smooth thighs while I used my fingers to continue stimulating her hole, moving them in and out of her wetness with slow pushes.

Between my legs my cock was fully erect, straining upward like the periscope on a submarine, trying to get in on the action. I stood, pushing the chair back and out of the way. Rebecca's pussy was both wet and wide open; I was ready to experience my first black pussy and my first black pussy was ready to experience me.

I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to Rebecca's pussy and moved it against the outside of her, starting low, moving upward parting her soft lips and ending at her clit, using the head of my cock to further excite her. After tracing a few trails up and down her pussy the head of my cock was coated with enough of her wetness to lubricate my way inside of her.

Rebecca braced herself against the desk as I began to slowly push inside her. My cock parted her soft dark lips, dipped into her pink hole below, then slipped further inside of her. She was tight, not too tight, and her wetness was indescribable. I slid as far inside her as I could and then pulled back out, completely out and looked down at my cock – it was coated in a thick, slippery sheath of Rebecca's juices.

I slid back inside her slowly, savoring the feeling of penetrating her hot pussy. Again I pushed inside her as far as I could and then withdrew completely; the difference in temperature inside her and outside of here was like night and day. I penetrated her again, taking my time to enjoy the feeling of sliding into her flesh, then past, and deeper inside her still. I fucked her, deep and slow, my eyes taking in her amazing body as I did.

"You're fantastic," Rebecca said to me between breaths. "Keep fucking me like that and you'll have me cuming in no time." Who was I to disappoint the girl, I kept on fucking her and even used my thumb to massage her clit, wanting to help her toward orgasm as best as I could.

What I was doing seemed to work because I could see Rebecca's body stiffen, then feel her muscles clench around my cock before she let out a moan and relaxed her entire body as her orgasm hit. Her back arched off the desk, pointing her tits straight into the air. Rebecca held her breath, released it in one huge rush of air, and rode the crescendo of her orgasm. Rebecca's body trembled slightly and I felt a rush of liquid between my legs – apparently her pussy became exceedingly wet when she came and her juices were flowing freely from her, onto my crotch and down her ass, forming a puddle on the surface of my desk.

As I waited for her orgasm to subside, I bent low and paid some attention to her ample breasts, sucking on each rock hard nipple and massaging them in my hands. Rebecca reached up grabbing her ankles, then pulled her legs down putting them even with her torso, then holding them in place with her arms – a move only an extremely flexible person, or former college gymnast, could pull off. I looked at her pussy and it was totally wide open, totally mine for the taking. I took it.

I had the urge to go totally crazy and fuck this girl as hard as I could, but fought it back and continued to work on her with slow strokes. Rebecca moved her hands between her legs and rubbed her clit as I pushed inside her to new depths with long, powerful thrusts – Just because she wanted me to go slow didn't mean I was going to take it easy on her!

The feeling of fucking her in this position was awesome, her pussy upturned at this severe angle caused her to feel even tighter and helped me to hit her internal spot with each thrust. The muscles in her legs bulged, tight from being flexed back as far as they could go, looking very nice indeed; as I fucked her I ran my hands over the her strong, muscular thighs and calves.

With Rebecca working away at her clit and my cock hitting her in just the right way, she was cuming again in no time. Her body reacted in the same way it had before and after she exhaled she spoke to me breathlessly. "Don't stop what you're doing, keep making me cum, keep fucking me until I can't take it anymore."

As requested, I kept right on fucking her. Hey, what can I say? I enjoy taking orders from beautiful, exotic women.

Rebecca came what must have been four or five more times; once she really got going it was hard to gauge where one orgasm ended and the next began. When she could no longer hold that position, her legs were starting to cramp, she released me from her pussy. We were both covered in her juices and my desktop looked as though someone had spilled a glass of water and not bothered to clean it up.

I slid my cock from inside her, reached behind me for the chair, pulled it back into place and sat down between her legs again. Giving her some time to recover, I simply licked her wetness from her, running my tongue over her thighs, the inside of her legs, her ass cheeks and hole. The taste of her was good and exotic, and the amount of fluid she produced was a strangely sexy phenomenon. 

Once Rebecca's breathing returned to normal and she seemingly came down from her orgasmic high, I started working on her pussy and clit again. My tongue probed deep inside her hole, tasting even more of her, the moved up to her clit and flicked at it softly. After a few licks I moved my tongue back down, tracing the folds of her charcoal colored lips, bypassing her pussy hole and ending at her ass. I pushed my tongue inside her small hole, giving it a couple of loving licks before heading due north and setting my tongue back inside her vagina.

This continued until Rebecca couldn't stand it anymore. She looked down at me over her body. "It's my turn to fuck you," she said, sitting up and forcing my mouth away from her. She slid herself off my desk and pushed me back in my chair, turned her perfect backside to me, and sat down to take my cock inside her again. Her soft hand guided me home, lining me up with her wet pussy, and as she descended down my shaft I watched in awe as her dark lips parted and reoriented themselves on my hard member. 

Rebecca bent low at the knees, forcing every inch of me inside of her, impaling herself on my rock hard cock. I sat back in the chair and watched as she began to ride me up and down; I studied her absolutely perfect ass, tight and round not an ounce of fat to be found, and her pussy lips as they dragged over my shaft leaving slick trails of wetness as she pushed and pulled me inside her.

I was being ridden, quite expertly, just as she had asked me to fuck her; with long, deep, slow strokes that allowed her to feel every inch of me as she took me inside her pussy. My hands were on her hips, guiding her up and down, feeling the shape of her figure. Rebecca's back was bent forward and I could see that it was laden with muscles and perfectly sculpted in a sexy 'V' shape. This girl's body was something to behold, indeed!

She rode me to orgasm, her's not mine, and then slid me from her as she stood up. Rebecca walked over to the other side of the desk and beckoned for me to follow, I did, and she ordered me to the floor with nothing more than the pointing of her finger. I positioned myself in the middle of the pile rug and Rebecca mounted me.

This time she was facing me, letting me drink in the sight of her front. My hands were immediately on her breasts, even before she had me inside her, which she quickly rectified. Rebecca squatted on the balls of her feet, rather than the traditional on top position woman usually go for where their shins are on the floor.

She played with me for a while, moving me around inside her hitting every spot that there was to hit, before she settled into a steady rhythm. Rebecca took her time fucking me, going up and down with slow deliberate movements. She was smiling down at me, giving me that knowing look that woman do when they know we are totally into them – I was so totally into this girl.

Rebecca continued to ride me with those slow strokes for a while, but then she started to lose control and began to work on me faster and faster. She was breaking the rule, go slow, but it was her rule so I guess that entitled her to break it if that's what she wanted to do – one thing for sure she wasn't going to get an argument from me.

I laid back and enjoyed the fucking this ebony goddess was putting on me. Rebecca started to fuck me with more and more urgency, fucking me with faster thrusts causing our intimates to meet with soft 'slapping' sounds. She put her breasts in her hands and tweaked her dark nipples, adding to her pleasure, bring her orgasm closer. Again and again she drove herself down onto me, jamming everything I had into her and then withdrawing so she could do it again.

She came, screamed, and her pussy became as wet as the rainy season in Africa (that's very, for those that didn't know). Rebecca's juices flowed from her, drenching me and the rug that I was laying on, and still she didn't slow down. She just kept on fucking me, orgasming again and again, covering me in so much of her juices that I might as well have put on some swim trunks and just dove headfirst into her pussy. When she could no longer sustain the action she was performing she collapsed forward landing with her head on my chest, my cock slipping from her sopping wet snatch.

Rebecca laid on me for a long time, trying to compose herself. In a soft voice she kept saying things like "Holy shit," "Wow, oh wow," and "Unbelievable," over and over – I think she enjoyed herself! When she could speak again she looked up at me with her dark eyes. 

"Sorry about your desk and the rug, I sometimes get that wet when I'm really into the sex, and I was really, really into it tonight. You were great, you played by my rules, and now you need to be rewarded. Pick a place to sit," she said smiling.

I dragged myself over to the seat I had occupied when we first entered the room, the oversized leather lounge chair. My half finished drink sat on the table beside it and I tilted it back and swallowed rest of the amber liquid. No sense wasting good Scotch, damn it!

Rebecca crawled over to the chair where I was seated and put her head in my lap, slid her lips over the head of my cock and down, taking me into her mouth. She began this blowjob as she had the last, sucking me into her soft lips, kissing up and down the shaft of my penis seductively. I sat there, empty crystal tumbler in my hand and just enjoyed the attention.

I looked down between my legs and saw only a mess of dark hair spilled over my loins; Rebecca was starting to take me into her mouth with increasing frequency. I felt her lips part and felt my shaft being pushed further and further into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat; she was able to fit about two-thirds of my cock.

Rebecca moved her mouth up and down my shaft, dragging her lips over my full length, letting me feel their softness on my cock. She pulled my cock free and swirled her velvet tongue over the head of my dick, flicked the sensitive area just under the tip and then put me back in her mouth. Her pace quickened and I put my hand on the back of her head, feeling her silky hair between my fingers.

She continued to work at me and soon she had brought me to the brink of orgasm, then coaxed me over the edge, causing my sperm to flow from my cock and into her waiting mouth. Rebecca's tongue massaged the head of my cock as I came, prolonging the pleasure, causing me to spill forth every last drop of cum that I had to give. When I had no more to give, she sent me on a final trip down her throat, licked me clean and sat back. 

Rebecca tossed her head, flipping her hair back over her shoulders, looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back at her, totally spent and utterly exhausted. It was after four in the morning and for the third straight night I had managed to work my way into a different wet, warm pussy.

I offered her a place to sleep, wanted her to stay with me so I could wake up to her in the morning, but she said that she needed to get home and let out her dog. Rebecca dressed and I walked her to the door. 

As I opened the door she turned and looked at me. "So how was your first taste of black pussy?"

"Incredible," I responded. "I was totally blown away. And your body is just crazy, so perfect! I don't know if I've ever wanted to make love to someone that I just got done making love to so bad, if you can follow that."

"Oh, I do. You know the thing about black guys having big dicks, well, I've been with black men and they don't measure up to you at all. Don't you worry, we will absolutely do this again. You've got my number and I know where to find you, we'll plan something soon."

We kissed passionately and she stepped out into the early morning air. I watched her go, watched her amazing ass sway as she walked to her car, waved to her as she pulled out. No matter how soon we got together again, it wouldn't be soon enough.



Four Nights of Freedom: Night 04



I felt like death warmed over, and must have looked like it too. When I finally wandered into the office it was past ten, and I hadn't bothered to shave. My secretary, Carla, looked up at me as I walked in and smiled her big 'Good Morning' smile at me.

"Late night finishing the Morgan contract, Mr. Franklin?"

I looked at her bleary eyed. "Uh, yeah. Real late. Real late. That contract go out to Texas this morning?"

Carla beamed at me. "First thing this morning it was sent. Mr. Morgan called to thank you for the extra effort you put in to meet their deadline."

It was no problem, I thought. I had enjoyed putting in the extra effort, especially the part where I got to actually put it in Rebecca.

"Wonder if he'll be thanking me when he gets his bill. Carla, I'm going to lay down on my couch, any of the partners call wake me, else don't disturb me until one."

"Sure thing, Mr. Franklin." The phone rang and she turned her attention to answering it. I unlocked my office door, set down my brief case and stretched out on the couch. The next thing I remember is Carla shaking me gently awake, telling me it was time to get up.

I told her to order out for sandwiches, I needed a shower and a shave. The office had a bed and a shower in the back, set up by one of the original partners after his wife kicked him out. I showered, shaved and put on a fresh shirt kept in my closet for situations like this. When I got back to my desk, my lunch was waiting for me.

As I ate I cruised the internet, checking out the latest baseball news. There was one heck of a pennant race going on in the National League and I caught up on all the stories as I hungrily devoured my turkey on rye.

In the early afternoon I managed to get some work done and accumulate some billable hours; gotta keep the partners happy. I was doing a review of one of the contracts that a client had asked me to look over when my intercom buzzed. 

"Mr. Franklin. There are two young ladies here who would like to speak with you."

"Anyone I know, Carla?" I asked, wondering how many young ladies that I knew who would show up at my office unannounced.

Carla buzzed back. "Yes sir, they are both interns here. Cindy and Trisha, I believe."

"They say what they wanted?"

"No sir, they did not."

"Ok, well send them in then."

My heavy office door swung open and in walked the two hottest interns at the office, Cindy and Trish. From the talk around the water cooler they were the two hottest that the firm had ever hosted.

Cindy is a perky little blonde who runs around the office with a smoking little body that she likes to show off by wearing skirts that tend to run just a little too short. Her legs are long and muscular, the result of a youth spent as a tennis protégé, and her breasts are small but perky; her hard nipples could be seen poking through her tight shirt.

Trish is dark and exotic, with dusky skin and almond shaped eyes. She has dark hair that is cropped short to frame her pretty face. Trish is full figured, with extremely large tits that strain against the front of whatever shirt she is wearing, and with a full, round ass that she stuffs into tight pants. She also wears thongs, we know this because most days it rides up just above the waist line of her pants; some of the associates even place bets on the color she will be wearing that day over morning coffee.

"Afternoon ladies," I said looking them both up and down. "What can I do for you?" They walked over and took seats on the opposite side of my desk.

Trish, clearly the bolder of the two, spoke first. "Well Mike, is it ok if we call you Mike?" I didn't object in the present company, made a motion with my hands denoting such, and she continued. "Well Mike, we heard that you have been 'batching it' all week, and I wanted to see if you would like to..." she raised her eyebrows and continued. "Spend a little time together."

I was shocked at the forwardness of this girl but I was in my element, in my office and I kept my poker face. I turned and looked at Cindy. She was sitting there blushing, her hands pressed between her knees.

"We hardly ever get to see you around here," Cindy began, not looking up at me. "And we both kinda think you're, you know, cute. You're not like the other lawyers around here, you are so nice, and well, young."

Trish continued. "Yeah, and we have so many questions about the law and we can't ask our bosses, they just want us to make sure all the filing it done and the billing sheets are updated. They don't have time for us."

This was lame. They weren't even trying to be believable. They had heard the gossip around the office about how I was spending my week of freedom and they wanted in on the act.

"Ladies," I began. "If you want to get together after hours that's cool, but this is my last night of freedom, so I could only entertain one of you, and that doesn't seem fair to the other." I wasn't sure what office policy was about fraternizing with the help and I wanted to side step any potential pitfalls if I could.

Trish leaned across the desk, her large breasts spilling out of her low cut shirt. "How about, Mike, you entertain both of us. Like, at the same time?" She had that look in her eye; you know the one I mean, where you know that the only thing on her mind is getting freaky.

I looked over at Cindy; she was now looking at me intently, waiting for my answer. I figured what the hell, and made my pitch. "Ok ladies, if you are willing to share then I'm game. Seven at my place, we'll do dinner on the grill, see what happens. Bring your bathing suits and we'll hit the hot tub after we eat."

Both girls smiled seductively and stood to leave. "On last thing girls," they both turned to look at me. I decided to see how far I could push them. "I want you both in skirts, short skirts, and no panties. Those are my terms, if you can handle them I'll see you at seven."

Trish smiled and narrowed her eyes, leaving little doubt that she would be there, attired as requested. Any doubts I had were about Cindy, and she put those to rest when she turned and lifted her skirt up to show me her cute little ass. She turned back around, smiled, winked and blew me a kiss. Both girls were out the door and I sat back in my chair and thought about the amazing streak I was on this week.

+++++

It was just after seven when the girls arrived, sporting the dress code I had specified. Meat was on the grill, thick steaks and tender chicken, and both the girls had brought some beer with them. We stood around on the back porch taking sips of cold beer while we waited for dinner to be done.

Both girls were thoroughly impressed with the large deck off the back of the house, complete with eight person hot tub, built in picnic tables and an integrated fire ring. 

As they explored I went to the grill and turned the meat, decided it need a few more minutes before it was totally cooked. When I turned back around, Trish was sitting on one of the benches next to the railing. When she was sure she had caught my eye, she shifted her body, uncrossing her legs letting me see that she indeed was wearing no panties. An evil smile crossed her lips for a moment and then she took another sip of her drink, acting like nothing had happened.

Trish had flashed me, and if Cindy hadn't been there or I didn't have dinner almost done I would have marched right over to her and fed her my cock. This girl was uniquely sexy, in the curvy, voluptuous way; much like a dark featured Marilyn Monroe. Let's just say that she had it in all the right places, and her skimpy outfit only helped to accent that point.

Cindy's skirt was short too, much like the ones that she wore to the office, but much tighter. It hugged her slim hips and tight ass, moving with her like a second skin as she sashayed across my porch. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that stopped just below her breasts, showing her flat, tone stomach.

Dinner was ready and we sat down at the table to enjoy the meal. Conversation flowed easily, and we were all laughing and cutting up as we ate. The sexual innuendos flew, and seemed to get increasingly raw with each beer we consumed. It was a raucous good time and we did as much laughing as we did eating. When the meal was finished the girls helped me clean up and then we were back on the porch, where the steady flow of booze continued. 

We were sitting in a circle now, Cindy on a deck chair and Trish on a wooden bench, me perched on the end of the picnic table. We were carrying on our conversation, but while we were talking the girls seemed to be having a contest to see who could show me their pussy more times. Every time I would look at one of the girls, she would be crossing her legs one way, or lounging back another way, letting me get a good look.

The sun went down and the beers were almost gone when I suggested we hop into the hot tub. I showed them to the guest bedroom where they could change and I went upstairs and put on my suit. On my way out the door, I stopped in the kitchen and grabbed us each a Corona, popped the cap and stuffed a lime in the neck. I was waiting for them in the hot tub when they emerged from the back door.

As they traversed the length of the deck heading for the tub, I sat back and just admired them. Cindy was wearing a candy apple red two piece, cut just right for her body. It covered just enough to be something that you could wear into public and not get arrested for indecency. Trish on the other hand wouldn't make it out of the house before the cops would have to cuff her.

Her bikini was black, or what there was of it was black, anyway. The top consisted of a thin string attached to two tiny triangles of fabric that barely covered her nipples and the bottom was basically non-existent; a small bit of material to hide her womanhood and not much else. 

The two young beauties lowered themselves into the tub with me, grabbed their beers, took long swallows from them. They commented on the warmth of the water, how nice it must be to have one outside my back door, how they would use it all the time if they had access to one – all the things that people who don't have a hot tub are prone to say.

We were talking and splashing water – it seemed that we were all just waiting for each other to make the first move. I figured that I might as well go for it, try and get this thing started and see if I couldn't score with one or both of them on my last night of freedom.

"You girls comfortable with your bodies?" I asked. The both looked at me like I was a moron, like I hadn't seen them flashing me all night or seen the bikinis they were wearing.

Under the water I slipped off my trunks and set them on the side of the tub with a wet 'thwack.' The girls took the hint and both untied and removed their tops. 

Cindy's breasts were a bit smallish, but perfect for her little body. She had very small nipples and almost non-existent areolas; as the water bubbled around her they would peak out of the water from time to time. She didn't seem uncomfortable with no top on, just a little embarrassed; especially when she saw Trish. 

Trish's tits were huge, and I mean huge! When she took off her top they spilled out and I though I actually heard them splash into the water they were so big. Her nipples were a dark crimson red and were thick as my finger, standing at full attention. She also had her nipples pierced, with gold bars running through both.

"Holy shit, Trish," Cindy said. "How the fuck do you carry those things around?"

"Well, it's not hard. Most of the time I can find a handsome man willing to help share the load. How about it, Mike, will you help me carry my heavy burden?" Trish stuck her lip out and pretended to pout; I however moved to take her up on her offer.

I put a hand under each of her massive tits and lifted; they were heavy as hell! I couldn't imagine hauling those things around all my life. "These are impressive," I said as my fingers found her fat nipples and rubbed. Trish pushed her body up and out of the tub, giving me full uninterrupted access to her breasts. 

I put my face between them and pushed them together, kissing and licking every bit of flesh that I could get my mouth on. I sucked on her nipples, pulled at her nipple rings, bit them gently, pulled them roughly. Trish seemed to love it all, never saying a word just running her hand through my hair holding me to her bosoms. I don't know how long I had spent with Trish and her two friends, but obviously it was too long for Cindy's liking. 

As I was still sucking on Trish's tits I felt a hand reach for my cock, take it in hand and begin to stroke me. I turned my head to see Cindy next to me, her hand under the water and on my manhood. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to ignore you."

Cindy moved back to the far side of the tub, stood, wiggled out of her bottoms. She bent over showing me her very nice, little backside. "Well, I just didn't want you to forget about this," she said spanking her behind softly.

I moved away from Trish and over to Cindy, putting my face between her legs in much the same way as I had with Trish's tits. My tongue licked the smooth area around Cindy's pussy, then found her clit, circled it, flicked it with my tongue. She moved her hand behind her and pulled my head deeper between her legs as I began to eat her little pussy.

While I was tonguing Cindy's snatch, Trish took over with my cock, putting it in her hand and giving me an expert hand job. She tugged at me and I stood slightly, exposing my hard cock just above the bubbling surface. Trish took it in her mouth and sank her lips deep onto me, then rose back up and flicked her tongue across the head. I felt something cold, metallic, and looked down; for the first time I noticed the shiny metal ball protruding from her tongue. 

Her nipples and her tongue, how many piercing did this girl have? Turns out, Trish had one more, as I found out first hand. Right then, I had got to try and concentrate on eating Cindy while Trish tried to stuff my entire nine inches down her throat.

As I licked, Cindy leaned back into my face, pulled me in tighter and held me in place. I sucked on her clit hard and sent her over the edge, she had won the race to the first orgasm; now the only prize left was to see who could cum more that night.

Cindy stepped away from my mouth and Trish released me from hers, I sat on the edge of the tub, cock sticking straight up in the air. The girls moved to positions before me and Trish took up where she had left off. After a few licks she released me from her mouth and Cindy took me into hers; the blowjobs were totally different, like the difference in drinking liquor and beer, both are good but each has its own unique appeal. Trish's mouth was big, her lips large and soft, her tongue velvet. Cindy's mouth was small, but her tongue was very strong and talented. She put the head of my cock in her mouth and fluttered her tongue over my sensitive parts with amazing skill.

They were playing nice, sharing me between themselves. It was actually the perfect blowjob; one would work on me full bore until she brought me close to cuming, then the other would take over and the difference in their technique would allow my orgasm to subside until they worked me back to that frenzied state, where the other one would take over and repeat the cycle. 

I felt like a king, like royalty. Here I was sitting on the edge of my hot tub with two extremely sexy women working on my cock with their mouths like it was the last one on earth. Trish put me into her mouth, shoved me deep in her throat and I lost it. My hand held the back of her head, held her in place as my ball tightened and my cum shot out into her mouth. She held me in her mouth while I came, her soft tongue massaging out every last bit of cum that I had to give. Trish didn't swallow my load when I had finished, instead she turned to Cindy, pushed her head back and opened her mouth, held her mouth over Cindy's and let the cum she had just sucked from me drip from her lips and into Cindy's waiting mouth. 

When she had redeposited my load into Cindy's mouth, the two girls kissed passionately, smearing my sticky cum over each others face, sharing my first load of the night. I have to admit that it was probably the most overtly sexy thing I've ever seen live and in person.

I led the two from the hot tub over to one of the deck chairs and laid myself down on it. We were all totally naked, except for Trish who was still wearing that sorry excuse for a bikini bottom. She slid out of the little piece and set a foot on each side of the deck chair, lowered herself down and showed me the last of her piercing's; a small gold ring placed through her clit.

"Well there's something you don't see everyday," I said and we both laughed. Cindy was working on my semi-erect penis again with her mouth, trying to breathe life back into the beast, as Trish lowered her shaved, pierced pussy onto my face.

Trish knew what made her feel good, knew what she wanted, made me give it to her – not that I minded. She positioned herself on my face and I stuck my tongue into her slippery hole while she used her hand to play with the piercing in her clit. When she was positioned on my face the way she wanted, Trish fucked my face; there is no other way to describe what she did.

My head was essentially immobile because of the angle of the chair and the pressure she was applying to my face and she went to work on me, using my tongue to pleasure herself. Trish stimulated her clit while she bucked her hips over my face, rubbing her pussy, lips and anus over my tongue at whatever speed and pressure she desired.

As Cindy's efforts were returning my cock to full luster, Trish evened the orgasm score and exploded all over my face, flooding my mouth and nose with a torrent of her juices. Her wetness came in waves, covering my face in her sticky juices. 

Trish stood up and she and Cindy switched places. Cindy turned to face Trisha, then lowered herself onto me, not only covering my mouth with her small pussy but also covering my face with her sweet ass – I guess this is what they mean by 'sit on my face.' 

I put my hand to work exploring Cindy's ass and legs, running them all over her smooth bottom as I caressed her pussy with my tongue. Her vagina was very small; I could fit my entire mouth over it, and was covered in silky blonde pubic hair soft as down. Cindy let me eat her as I wanted to and I took my time, enjoying the scent and taste of her. She seemed to really enjoy me sticking my tongue in her and licking around the perimeter of her hole in slow circles so I worked on her like that until she let out a soft cry and came again.

Not to be outdone, Trisha sucked on me for a few minutes and then mounted my hard cock, slipping it between the soft folds of her pussy lips, pushing me to the depths of her wetness. Trisha rode me like a freight train, slamming her pussy down onto my cock, causing her huge tits to bounce against her chest with a rhythmic slapping sound.

Trish released me from her pussy and Cindy quickly took her place. Cindy mounted me, placing the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and started working me inside her. She was tight, so very tight, and getting any significant amount of my cock inside her small pussy took some time.

While Cindy was working on getting me deep inside her, Trish was helping me to enjoy all the treasures of her body. She sat on my chest and leaned forward, putting her large breasts in my face, allowing me to have full access to them. As I sucked and caressed them, Trish gave me little instructions on how she liked it. When she said 'squeeze harder' I squeezed harder. When she said 'bite me softly' I bit her softly. It was refreshing to be with a woman who knew her body, knew what did it for her, and wasn't afraid to ask that it be done.




Four Nights of Freedom: Night 04



The muscles inside of Cindy finally relaxed enough so that she was able to get most of my cock inside her. She rode me, and even though she clearly wasn't as experienced as Trish, she still made it feel great. Cindy was moving my cock in and out of her tight pussy with long strokes, pushing me deep inside her, pulling her hips forward to rub the head of my cock over the spot inside her, then lifting herself back up, pulling my cock from inside her until only the head was inside her. She would then repeat this process, clearly enjoying herself.

Trish and I kissed, a deep and sloppy kiss. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and held onto her by her piercing. Trish broke our kiss and whispered into my ear, "Do you want to fuck my ass tonight Mike?"

Damn right I did and I told her so. Trish moved back up to my face, this time facing the way Cindy had, spreading her round ass wide so that I could use my tongue to prepare her rear door for entry.

Cindy's motions were becoming deliberate, she was close to cuming She ran me deep inside her one last time then came with a burst of soft moans. She held me there, deep inside her as she let her orgasm come and carry her away. Cindy slid her tight pussy off of my cock just as I finished prepping Trish's ass to take my cock.

We changed positions so that Trish was on the deck chair, knees under her, ass high in the air waiting to be fucked, so, I fucked it. I put the head of my cock against her hole and pushed, feeling her ass stretch to take me inside, feeling my cock slide deep down her tight tunnel. I started slowly, working to get all of my cock inside her, making sure she wasn't in any discomfort. Once I had her stretched out and receptive, I started to fuck Trish's ass with a fury.

I grabbed her wide hips and propelled myself into the depths of her ass, slamming my balls against her pussy, opening her to new widths with each thrust. Trisha was loving it, encouraging me to continue, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands so that I could penetrate her even deeper. 

Lost in our own union, Trish and I had momentarily forgotten that there was someone else there. We heard a soft moan and looked over to the seat next to us, there lay Cindy, hand between her legs, fingers inside her pussy, pleasuring herself while she intently watched me fucking Trisha's ass.

Trish turned her head and looked at her. "Ever had your pussy licked by another woman, Cindy?" Cindy said that she had not. "Then move that cute little ass onto this chair in front of me and I'll fix that."

Cindy stood up, moved like she was in a daze, and got into position in front of Trish. As I continued my assault on Trish's ass, she locked her mouth on Cindy's pussy and began eating her, licking her with quick flicks of her jeweled tongue. Cindy leaned against the back of the chair and threw her head back, enjoying Trish's attention.

I on the other hand was being driven nuts by the scene before me – here I was butt naked on the back porch of my house, my cock buried balls deep in the luscious ass of one girl while she ate the pretty young thing spread out before her. Even though I had cum already once tonight, I felt the familiar twinge and knew I was going to have to get a hold of myself if I didn't want to blow my load again.

I backed away from Trish, my cock sliding reluctantly from her ass, moved to watch as she continued to work her tongue on Cindy. It didn't take long for Trish to have Cindy cuming and this time when Cindy came she screamed, grabbed the back of Trish's head and held her in place as she bucked her hips against Trish's face.

"Oh my god, that was fucking intense," Cindy said when the feeling finally left her. "I need a cock."

Mr. Helpful, me, was right there with the solution to her problem. "Got a hard cock right here, just for you." Trish moved out of the way and I grabbed Cindy by the ankles, moved her down the chair a bit and slammed my entire cock into her snug little pussy in one violent stroke. This sent Cindy over the edge again and she lay there shivering as wave after wave of orgasm crashed against her, eventually leaving her washed up on the beach of pleasure.

I began to fuck her with long, hard strokes, leaned my head down and sucked on her tits roughly, making sure that in the morning she would have marks left from where I had sucked. I pounded her, slammed all nine inches of my rock hard cock into her again and again. Cindy tensed and came again, still I kept pounding. Then she came again, still I didn't stop my assault. Over and over she came, her whole being seeming to transform into one big orgasm. 

"Holy fuck, stop. I can't take any more," Cindy finally said in a rare moment between orgasms. I stopped, not right away, I made her cum a few more times before I finally withdrew. Cindy just lay there, prone, looking absently at the sky.

"You fucked the girl into a coma," Trish said laughing. "Now I get you all to myself!"

We moved to the deck chair next to Cindy, giving her some space in which to recover. Trish laid me down on the chair, my cock pointing straight up in the air, turned her back to me and lowered herself onto me. I slid inside her ass easily and Trish leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees for balance. Slowly at first she began to ride my cock, pushing it to its deepest depth, holding it there, then withdrawing it just as slowly until the tip just about fell out before repeating the process.

Trish started picking up steam, started really getting into it. Her movements became more intense; she slammed her round ass down against my hips again and again producing a loud slapping sound. I just lay there watching as my cock continuously disappeared and then subsequently reappeared from inside her nice, tight ass hole. I knew from the few times that I had talked to her that Trish was a sexual freak, she just put off this vibe, but I couldn't have pictured this in even my best fantasies.

I wasn't going to be able to take this kind of pounding much longer before I came. When I informed Trish of my pending explosion she simple smiled back at me and increased the speed of her descents.

Moments later I exploded and shockwaves of pleasure tore through my body. The muscles in my cock squeezed again and again depositing my second load of the night deep inside Trisha's ass. Tomorrow morning at the office when we took bets on the color of her thong that day I was going to put five bucks on 'semen' colored!

When I was finished pumping my load into Trish's ass, she took the opportunity to totally blow my mind yet again. She slid herself off my cock and moved about halfway up my chest, close enough that I wouldn't have to strain to see what she was doing in the relative darkness. Trish reached into her ass with two fingers, brought them out covered in cum and put them in her mouth. She squeezed her hole tight and my cum flowed out of her, she moved her hand to scoop it up, licked her fingers clean again and put them back in, working to get as much cum as she could out of her ass and into her mouth. The sheer nastiness of the act was so astounding to me that my cock, despite having produced two loads already this evening, sprung back fully erect!

Trish noticed my cock growing hard again and slid it into her mouth, sucking me clean. "I see you like watching me be nasty," she said looking back at me over her shoulder. "How about we do one more nasty thing before we call it a night?" 

I agreed and she told me to fuck Cindy's pussy and not stop until I had deposited another load inside her. Cindy was amenable to the idea and when I got back to the other chair she was already on her back, her legs in the air, spread wide.

This time I went slow, savoring the feeling of Cindy's super small pussy clenched around my large cock. I also knew that this might be the last 'strange' I got in quite some time and so I was going to enjoy it! As I fucked Cindy, Trish came over and stood in front of me, grabbed my head and pulled me to her pussy. She was wet and musty, heavy with the scent of sex. I ate her as I continued to fuck Cindy.

I concentrated on taking my time, but like all good things, it had to come to an end (or is that CUM to an end? In this case I think it is). After fucking Cindy with strong, deep strokes for almost a half and hour and making Cindy cum a few more times, I felt my lust surging one last time and my cock dumped it's third load of the evening deep within Cindy's tight pussy.

I collapsed on her, exhausted and lay there as I felt my cock begin to lose its erection. I disengaged myself from her and slid down to the bottom of the deck chair, where I could watch the proceedings.

After I pulled out Trish put her head between Cindy's legs and began to lick her gooey pussy clean of all forms of cum – both Cindy's and mine. I saw Cindy's pussy flex, contract, and cum came pouring out of her and right onto Trish's tongue. Trish didn't share it this time; she swallowed it all herself.

The three of us staggered back over to the hot tub, leaning on each other for support as we went. We got in and the warm water actually felt cool against our over heated bodies. None of us said much as we sat there and let the bubbles pour over us, washing the sweat from our bodies. Eventually we decided that we had had enough and went inside to change.

When Trish came out of the spare bedroom she whispered for me to come and look inside; there sprawled on the bed was Cindy, half naked, her jeans pulled up only to the midway point of her thighs. Trish whispered, "She sat on the bed to finishing pulling them on and just fell asleep."

We both had a silent chuckle and then I pulled a blanket from the closet and covered her up. Trish and I went up to my bed room, neither of us were ready to call it a night so we proceeded to fuck and suck each other in every way possible until the early hours of the morning. When I eventually passed out from sexual exhaustion I had just deposited one last load in Trish's ass and fell fast asleep, my cock still inside her.

One last thought flashed in my mind as I drifted off: What a way to spend my four days of freedom.