0 comments/ 153454 views/ 4 favorites Please By: shanier I want to walk into a room where you are, walk over to you and put my hands on your chest, lean into you and kiss you, run my tongue around the curve of you lips…suck your bottom lip into my mouth and taste the sweetness of you…put my arms around you, hands tight against your back…lightly scratching my nails across your shirt-covered back…while nibbling your ear and then working my way down your neck with forceful bites… I want to stand back and look at you, your intense eyes, your serious mouth, your posture so unsure of a body so sexy…I want to reach over and take the tail of your shirt in my hands and pull it up off of your body, exposing your chest…then lean in to quickly take each nipple between my teeth…before kissing my way down your stomach…alternating kisses and bites down to the waist of your pants…kneeling, I want to put my hands on your hips and move you in closer to me…then run my hands over your hips, down the outsides of your legs and then back up the insides, until I again reach the waistband of your pants, only allowing my hands to lightly brush your cock…then I want to unfasten your pants and slide them down your legs slowly, feeling the natural contours of your body, and admiring the bulge in your boxers. Once your pants are removed, I want to run my hands up your legs, sliding my fingers into your shorts, feeling the smooth skin on your pelvis, hips, and ass…Then I want to stand and move behind you…again run my hands up your legs and under your boxers, squeezing one of your beautiful ass cheeks in each hand…biting your cheeks through the thin fabric of your shorts….then pulling them firmly down and off of you, leaving you completely bare… While you stand with your bare ass before my face, I want to run just the tip of my tongue between your ass cheeks, softly tasting your sweet skin….I want to lavish attention on your creamy white ass, tasting every bit of it, while your cock, untouched, becomes engorged. When I’ve had my fill there, I want to lay you down on your back, and put your legs over my shoulders, lifting your ass and giving me a good look at your hard cock, your balls, and of course your asshole…I want to lean in and touch the tip of my tongue to the head of your cock, gently, but firmly penetrating your piss hole…pseudo-fucking you as a harbinger of things to come…I want to feel and taste your pre-cum on my tongue, before I use the it’s tip to spiral down the length of your shaft, to the base of your cock…and then gently suck on your balls…every inch of you tasting so good. I want to take your whole cock in my mouth, my lips tight around its base, then slide slowly up the length of your erection, keeping my lips tight, attempting to milk the cum from deep inside of you, hoping you can feel my desire pulling hard on all the soft parts inside of you…making you want to cum….but you won’t cum, because in my imagination, there is more planned… After giving your lovely prick some affection, I want to turn my attention back to your ass…and trail my tongue from the base of your throbbing muscle to the tight pink folds of skin around your asshole, tasting each fold, wetting your puckered opening, pressing the tip of my tongue against it, nearly penetrating you, before I push all the way in and taste you at your depths…I want to push my face firmly between your ass cheeks, trying to get my tongue deeper and deeper inside of you, rolling my tongue around, making it full inside of you, touching all the walls of your tunnel…the taste so sweet, I push harder between your cheeks trying to reach all the way inside of you… As I probe the depths of your beautiful ass, I want to take your swollen cock in my hand and stroke it, squeezing it as firmly as my pussy would…and when you reach to help me, I will move my hand to your balls caressing them, encouraging you to keep stroking your hard cock, I will roll my tongue inside of you, and massage your balls, now tightening, like the rest of your muscles, from the pressure of an imminent orgasm. Why you ask? Because I can think of nothing better than having my tongue buried in your sweet ass as your hot white cum gushes out of your cock and all over my face. Please! For ten years I became what I jokingly called a 'professional student' and enthusiastically studied many different subjects at various Colleges and Universities. During this period I spent one year as a part-time 'mature student' at a local College taking 'A' level Sociology . The class, about twenty strong, consisted of (and had been designed for) 18 to 22 year olds who had decided, rather late on, to get the required grades for University acceptance. I was an ancient 33 and had enrolled just for the academic interest. Not unusually, I was one of only three attending males. Throughout the year I had a great time, not only was it a lively class, but being the only male who could speak without tripping over raging hormones and crippling shyness, I became a willing confidant to some of the girls. Of these girls, I should tell you about two of them in particular. Firstly; 19 year old Tricia. I hit it off with this blonde 'tramp' immediately, her flirty and playful personality was instantly engaging. A shockingly crude sense of humour made her great fun to be with and an (all too obviously displayed) lithe beauty made her great fun to look at! From all the lurid tales Tricia told me, she seemed to have a different yet unsatisfactory boyfriend every week. Secondly; the quiet 21 year old; Maggie. She was a bit of a mystery to me because, although I failed to get much conversation out of her, she seemed to like me enough to sit by my side in most lessons. Every now and then in life, you meet someone who really floats your boat and often, you just can't work out why. I know there's the usual physical attractions (i.e. 'great ass', 'massive tits', 'six pack' etc), as well as the often clichéd spiritual connection: the 'We're just sooo alike' claim, but sometimes an un-quantifiable fascination grabs you roughly by the throat and won't let go. Maggie certainly had me by the throat. Unfortunately though, I couldn't get her to say more than three words to me. She was a Goth, or at least she looked like one; pale skin, black hair and clothes, all topped off aptly with a sepulchral disposition. I can best describe her physical form as being like that of a 'buxom wench', curvaceous and shapely with very round, prominent breasts. Yes, I know what I just said about basic attraction, but, as spellbinding as those large titties were, I think it was Maggie's face that had that un-quantifiable affect upon me. She was not classically beautiful, her open, dark eyes were intense rather than pretty and her full, down-turned lips gave the appearance of perpetual sadness. All this was framed by luxuriant black and wavy hair that fell in wide ringlets down to the middle of her back. Something about this combination made me weak at the knees. It could be that my fascination sprang from both Maggie's sad, troubled face (that made me want to tenderly hold her) and those hot tits, ass and thighs (that made me want to fuck her hard over whatever desk was available). One of the girls I didn't make any impression on what-so-ever, was the petite and bookish 18 year old; Lucy. She wore thick rimmed glasses and dowdy 'grey' clothing that screamed: "I want to be a librarian!" Although cute looking, she shyly avoided close contact with anyone else in the class, giving her a demeanour of social ineptness. Unfortunately, I did manage to upset her once during a heated classroom debate over the public and media response to Princess Diana's recent death. I had argued that it was nothing more than hysteria and hypocrisy. Lucy, who obviously had strong feelings for Diana, started crying and in her distress, ran weeping from the room. I felt rather bad about my unthinking behaviour and later on, asked some of my fellow students if she'd be ok. "She's a wimp, she's always crying!" said Tricia harshly. These words sparked a quick-fire exchange between the group: "Leave her alone, Lucy's just very sensitive." "She's always crying 'cos people keep taking the piss out of her for being a lesbian." "NO WAY! She's a lesbian!?" "It's what I heard." "Yeah, I've heard that too." "Well she'll have to ditch the brown socks and cardigan if she wants to get any action with me." this unsympathetic remark from Tricia, once again set off a barrage of responses: "TRICIA!, you're such a slut!" "Jeeez, Trish, you're so mean!" As they dissolved into gales of laughter, I left them to their character assassination and wandered off, none the wiser. At the beginning of the very next lesson I went over to Lucy and apologised for my previous lack of consideration. She gave me a thin-lipped smile and accepted my contrition with an abrupt nod, which I think meant; "Ok, now go away and leave me alone." As the academic year drew towards a close and the reticent English summer struggled to make itself known, our lessons changed their emphasis from study to revision. In addition, the girls clothing changed from thick coats and scarves to short skirts and tight fitting tops. Rising sap was not just the preserve of oak trees and teenage boys, it affected 33 year old men as well. In a room full of exposed college-girl flesh and high tables that gave unobstructed views, I found my concentration on Sociology seriously wavering. If I was a tie wearer, I would have been continually loosening it (or at the very least, daydreaming that Maggie was loosening it). One hot morning in late May we arrived in class and waited for our lecturer. As usual, I had grabbed a chair at the back of the sunlit room. On my right sat Tricia, wearing a short pink skirt and white 'boob-tube'. On my left was Maggie, sporting a black skirt, black stockings and (yes, you guessed it) a black low cut top. Thank God I wasn't wearing a tie! Whenever I looked at Maggie, my eyeballs felt like they were on puppet strings, as they alternated from her magnificent cleavage up to her endearing face and then back down again. It was like the battle between good and evil; neither aspect ever gaining the upper hand. After ten minutes of chatting and fishing out our books, the classroom door opened and a member of the administrative staff stuck his head through the gap. "Mrs____ isn't here today, so instead of her, you've got a film to watch." he said. This practice was not uncommon in the colleges I went to, sometimes it was entertaining, sometimes it was boring, but rarely was it educational. The man briefly left, only to reappear pushing a high trolley with a massive TV and antiquated video player on it. He wheeled it erratically to the front of the class, plugged it in and stepped over to the expansive windows to draw the blinds. With the room suitably darkened he set the tape running and wordlessly walked out. Some of the students left almost immediately, they, like me, knew this was probably going to be a waist of time and had better things to do. The rest of us who stayed behind, obviously did not, and we waited sceptically in the semi dark. The screen flickered and jumped as the tape began to play, bathing us all in a unearthly strobe like light. Another regular feature of these televisual feasts was the TV volume: For some reason it always had to be set at 'ear-splitting'. College rules I guess. Anyway, we settled down expecting to see an old and dry professor telling us loudly about the pitfalls of a meritocracy, or explaining the middle-class bias in the IQ test. To this day I can not understand why then, we got a film of some Scandinavian University carrying out scientific studies on the human orgasm. I can see that gender and sexuality have an affect on social structures, but this explicit footage of masturbating women being watched by white-coated scientists with clipboards, was totally surreal. Within five minutes we could all see what we were in for and more people left. Four or five of the girls 'tutted' their disapproval and exited, followed, surprisingly by one of the young lads Eight of us remained; three giggling girls at the front desks, the other young lad on the next row, Lucy, sitting attentively on the third row and finally myself, Tricia and Maggie skulking at the back. As the stark footage rolled on, showing woman after woman masturbating and cumming at a piercing volume, I started to get hard. The fact I was sat between two absolute babes made the whole situation worse. It was at this point that I regretted choosing to wear loose fitting, white cotton tennis gear and crossed my legs to try and disguise the tell-tale bulge. In an attempt to distract myself, I glanced around the room and my eyes fell on Lucy who sat keenly studying the screen. She too had her legs crossed, but to my amazement, was also subtlety gyrating her ass upon the seat. This sight raised my temperature to an uncomfortable level and now my cock seemed to be turning my boxers into a tent. Tricia suddenly placed her left hand on the back of my neck, leant towards me and put her glossy lips to my right ear. "Looks like Lucy's enjoying the movie." she whispered. Her warm breath blowing over me, her soft hand upon my neck and her firm tit pressed against my arm sent an excited shiver down my body. I nodded my agreement, unable to speak because of the tingling anticipation surging through me. I sensed, rather than saw, Tricia look down at my crotch. "Oooo, looks like you're enjoying it too!" she whispered again, this time with a sultry lilt. I uncrossed my legs and glanced down at the obscene display my cock was putting on in my lap. Tricia brought her other hand over and ran the palm along the length of my jutting bulge. Curling her fingers down over the tip she squeezed, pulling the white cotton tightly around my gland. "You're just a dirty old man aren't you?" she giggled into my ear. "Is it the movie or Lucy wanking that makes your dirty cock so hard?" Tricia savoured and emphasised the word 'cock', elongating it with a husky, guttural affection. My "dirty cock" was "so hard" due to the overload of turn-ons that lay before me: The scientific porn, Tricia with her toying hand and filthy talk, capped off by the innocent Lucy, masturbating more and more obviously upon her chair. I didn't answer the provocative question, choosing instead to turn my head and lightly kiss her cherry flavoured lips. She smiled naughtily, checked no-one in the other rows were watching and slowly unzipped my fly. Taking her left hand down from my neck, she slid it through the open zipper, pulled down the boxer's waistband and deftly flipped my member free. "Hmmm, you are a big boy aren't you?" she purred as my dick flopped heavily against my stomach, drooling a strand of pre-cum on to my 'T' shirt. Tricia eagerly took hold and ran her small fist up and down my hardened length. I turned to Maggie, wondering if she'd seen what the 'tramp' to my right was doing. She had seen and was staring fixedly at Tricia's blatant stroking. Maggie's hand was laying across her substantial and brazenly displayed cleavage, her little finger extended down under the stretched fabric of the low-cut top. With a flicking movement, plainly discernable under the taut material, she stimulated a long and erect nipple. Sensing my lecherous interest she looked up at me with those dark, hypnotic eyes. Even though her face was almost expressionless, Maggie's intense gaze somehow transmitted her growing arousal. "You like Maggie watching us, don't you?" Tricia said, diverting my attention. I could tell from the wavering voice and rubbing right hand in between her thighs that she was getting hot as well. "Yes I do, but I bet your cunt is so wet that you're gonna stain that slutty pink skirt." I said Tricia nodded slowly, her fingers tightening their grip on my veined tool. She opened her slim legs and lifted up her skirt, showing me the white panties underneath. She pouted playfully and licked her glistening lips "You're just a dirty little girl aren't you?" I teased. "Hmmmm, yes I am." she replied. "Why don't you play with my 'dirty little' pussy?" Running my right hand slowly along and up her golden brown thigh, I brought my fingers to rest upon her damp panties. Tricia moaned into the nape of my neck as I dragged two fingernails across the translucent cotton crotch. Opening her legs even further, she ground against my scratching hand. Another female test subject came hard and loud on the TV, as if urging me on. Happy to comply, I pulled the thin panties to one side and circled my fingers around her wet hole, teasing it gently before bringing them up over her swollen clit. Once more Tricia groaned into my neck, kissing and biting my tingling skin. Her left hand had come to a rest at the base of my phallus, she was too lost in her own pleasure to concentrate on my twitching erection. Then a second, but uncertain hand closed tentatively around my nearly deserted shaft. I looked round at Maggie, she stared back at me with watery eyes and bit at her lower lip as if worried that I may reject her searching touch. My heart raced and my stomach tightened in an almost painful yearning. There was no other girl in the world I would rather have holding my cock. She lightly drew her fingers over my bulbous head , spreading wet pre-cum all around it. "Ohh, yes Maggie." I moaned. "Stroke it." With greater confidence she slipped her palm back and forth over the tip of my purple gland, whilst her deft fingers played about the rim. She tenderly massaged my dick, instead of roughly jerking it. The sensation was incredible, and God, I could have lost myself in those beautiful eyes! "Kiss me." I said to her. Maggie shuffled her chair right up next to mine, placed her left hand on my cheek and brought that sexy, down-turned mouth up to mine. I kissed her ever so softly, savouring the taste and feel of her full, sensuous lips. I began flicking my tongue lightly over them, and gradually she opened her mouth letting our tongues meet. At that electric moment our kissing became urgent and passionate. Meanwhile Tricia's right hand closed over mine, urging me to finger-fuck her. Straightening my first two fingers I slid them, centimetre by slow centimetre into her needy cunt. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah!" Tricia gasped , her head now resting on my shoulder. With my fingers buried deep into her muscular tunnel, I curled them upwards and then clamped the palm of my hand firmly against her shaved mound. Tricia responded by pushing her slim hips forward and writhing upon my locked grasp. I realized how lucky I was to be kissing the hottest girl in the class whilst simultaneously finger-fucking the dirtiest! "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Tricia swore as her hole tightened around my fingers and her squashed, pink bud reacted to the grinding pressure of my palm. They say men can't multi-task, well I was about to find out if that applied to me. With my unemployed left hand I began to stroke and caress Maggie's generous right thigh , gradually bringing my circling fingertips over and beyond her black stockings. I dragged the pleated skirt upwards as my teasing reached the warm flesh of her pale, upper thigh. Her smooth skin, was pliant and responsive to my groping fingers. Maggie broke off our kiss, dropped her hand from my cheek and looked down at the crumpled skirt gathered around her waist. Following Tricia's example, she pulled the hem right back to expose her black lace panties and erotically spread those curvaceous legs wide apart. Still impaling the quietly cursing Tricia on my right hand, I cupped my left over Maggie's panty crotch. I groaned in unsurpassed pleasure, her delicate panties were completely drenched, as were her parted and slippery inner thighs. Only once previously had I been with a girl who literally poured from her pussy, and that had been 15 years earlier. For me there is no greater turn-on, or expression of overwhelming desire, than a girl's juices running in streams down her legs.. The wetness had flowed copiously in to the folds at the back of her skirt and I breathed in the musky aroma of Maggie's sweet lust. I watched her as she stared at my hand pressed firmly against her crotch, again she bit at her lower lip and her breathing came in shallow gasps. I don't know why, but the sight of her desperation made me feel as if my heart was breaking. I slowly pulled the lacy material away from her waiting hole, Maggie shook and quivered in expectation. I forced my gaze to the front of the class, because just looking at Maggie was going to make me cum. To my surprise, I noticed two things, firstly all the other students except Lucy had left (which, to be honest was not that surprising). Secondly, Lucy herself had turned round and now faced us. Her be-spectacled face lay sideways along the back of the chair and she had let her dull green cardigan fall from her shoulders. The shapeless brown skirt was now pulled up above Lucy's bare, tightly closed thighs and buried deep between them, her own busy little fingers. Lucy's eyes flitted from Tricia's face, down to her spread legs that splayed out pornographically from my penetrating hand. Tricia stared back at the masturbating 'bookworm', whilst slowing her lewd gyrations upon my palm to a more considered pace. I got the feeling that she was putting on an X-rated show just for Lucy's benefit. Where-ever I looked, the image before me made me want to shoot all over Maggie's pre-cum smothered fingers. I briefly closed my eyes to keep the pressure in my balls at bay and felt for Maggie's soaking flower. Slipping my fingers about the lubricated labia and slit, I could tell her large, drowned petals were so very hot and swollen. She moaned huskily, as my fingers parted her pussy lips and rested lightly over her ready hole. In response, Maggie's hand clamped tightly over my cock and she began to ride it quickly up and down. Denying her willing cunt what it wanted, I raised my fingers to find her clit. When I brushed against her prominent and swollen button, she gave a little sob. Maggie gasped and cried repeatedly from the insistent rubbing of my fingertips. Her bud jutted out proudly like a wet pearl, hard and round. I clasped it between my straightened fingers and, watching for her reaction, squeezed gently. Her mouth opened wide in pleasure, Maggie's once passive face now fully expressing heightened arousal. "Huhh...Huhh...Huhh...PLEASE!" my dream girl begged.. My fingers ran down through Maggie's bushy mons and I curled them at last, in to her gushing pussy. She gripped the table leg with her left hand and bucked in the chair. Tricia's head lifted from my shoulder and her hand left the base of my throbbing cock. Sweet, shy Lucy had crawled across the floor on and was now on her hands and knees under the table. She brought the side of her virginal face up along Tricia's inner thigh, kissing it softly as she progressed. Impatiently, Tricia buried her hands in to Lucy's hair, sending her thick glasses spinning to the ground. Then pulled the startled girl's mouth aggressively to her cunt. I felt Lucy's lips and nose crush against my hand, Immediately her tongue started frantically licking my creamy fingers and probing Tricia's stretched hole. Withdrawing to allow Lucy unhindered access to her pink goal, I felt her wriggling tongue flick at my moist fingers even though they had left Tricia's cunt. "Lick it, lick it!" Tricia ordered as she forced Lucy's pony-tailed head between her shaking thighs. I smeared my drenched fingers across Maggie's expansive cleavage, trailing Tricia's pussy juice and Lucy's saliva across the white flesh of her heaving bosom. Sliding my hand under the halter of the black top I greedily cupped and fondled her breasts, the irresistibly soft flesh felt satisfyingly heavy in my grasp. Leaning over to experience as much of Maggie's heavenly body as I could, I kissed and lapped at the curved upper slope of her right tit, tasting the heady mix of Maggie's salty skin and Tricia's cunt. Whilst pinching at her bullet like nipples with one hand and finger-fucking her flowing cunt with the other, my teeth pulled at the low neck-line of her top: I wanted to explore all of her wetted breast with my worshipping tongue. Please! She let go of the table leg and slid the taut shirt-strap from her right shoulder. Her tit was no longer constrained and I hurriedly yanked the material down, exposing the perfect globe. I savoured its great size and orb like form, wonderfully adorned by a high areola that puckered tightly around a hard, pink nipple. Lifting the round breast to my lips, I sucked and tongued her engorged button. Maggie pulled impatiently at the restrictive top and her left tit bounced free. Watching me, she began aggressively pinching and twisting at her other nipple with an urgent thumb and forefinger. To my right Tricia was cumming loudly. "YES, YES, YES." she cried, grinding Lucy's wet face into her shaved sex. "OOOHHH FUCK!" Tricia speedily leant over and took my rock hard cock roughly into her mouth. "Unngh. Unngh. Unngh." Tricia groaned over me, her mouth fighting with Maggie's jerking hand for access to my manhood. Maggie's pussy muscles gripped fiercely around my fingers and she wailed loudly as her orgasm hit. Pouring juices, squelched noisily about my fingers as the release (that I so wanted to give), wracked her thrusting body. My own orgasm was way overdue and I felt it rising up from my tight, aching balls. Groaning, I pushed my groin upwards and sprayed the back of Tricia's eager throat. Spurt after pumping spurt filled her mouth with waves of hot seed. The white surges of cum overflowed thickly from Tricia's slurping lips, covering Maggie's hand and my cock in copious pools of spunk. The three of us leant back in our chairs, exhausted and spent. I was probably the only one also dealing with two aching arms. Tricia, gleefully wiped away the cum from her lips and chin, whilst simultaneously stroking Lucy's mousy hair. Lucy had nestled her head contentedly on Tricia's lap and, like a cat that got the cream, licked her sticky lips. Maggie sat silently with her eyes closed, her black top now re-hung over her shoulders. I placed my hand around the back of her neck and gently pulled her to my shoulder. She lay her head against mine, our flushed cheeks touching. Once again my stomach knotted in yearning. I want this girl to be mine, I thought. Unfortunately it was not to be. After another ten minutes or so, we left, most of us having to deal with the prospect of walking around with embarrassing damp patches. Maggie had the largest area to hide because the back of her skirt was thoroughly soaked. As we left the building, I kissed Maggie, but she barely responded. I took her face in my hands and looked in to her eyes, they were as sad as ever, but she managed a weak smile for my benefit. "See you on Friday?" I asked, Friday was our next lesson. She nodded and turned away, leaving me standing outside Block C, alone and confused . But Maggie didn't attend the next class, in fact she failed to turn up at any of the remaining classes. I cursed myself for not getting her mobile number. She did sit the exam, but to my regret, quickly disappeared the moment the test finished. After my fruitless search for Maggie, I breathlessly bumped into Lucy and Tricia standing outside the hall (they had become firm friends!). The three of us went for a lunch time drink to relax and followed that with an eventful trip to my flat, but that's another story. I only met Maggie one more time and that was at the end of year party, but that also, is another story. If your interested , Lucy got an 'A', Tricia got a 'B', as did I. From what I heard, Maggie got a 'U'. Please? I love it when it starts to get warm out again. I can put on my tee-shirts and capris and start to feel the sun on my skin. Pale as I am, I don't tan, but I still enjoy the feeling of the sun. I can open the windows and smell the fresh air. The house gets toasty inside from the sun's natural warmth, not from the manufactured furnace. But another thing starts to happen as it gets warm...I start to get horny. I love to lay on the bed naked on my belly with the window open, the fan blowing overhead, my legs parted so I can feel the breeze against my labia. As a mom, I know that I'm not the greatest to look at. My skin didn't hold up very well, but I work out and my body is curvy and firmer than most moms. Often during these times I like to attempt to tease my husband. It rarely works, but I still enjoy trying. First lying next to him while he watches TV and rubbing lotion on my legs, then massaging it into my breasts. My nipples start getting hard and I like to rub my palms over them. Generally at this point I have got MYSELF more aroused then my husband. I snuggle up next to him, nuzzling my face into his neck and chest and breathing deep. I love his masculine scent and I start to feel my lady parts warm up. Breathing deep I run a hand up his shirt, trailing my fingers through his chest hair, down his side, back up and across his nipples, feeling them perk up for me. I continue this motion for a few minutes, just savoring his soft body and skin next to mine before pulling his shirt up and pressing my breasts to his chest and running my hand over his boxer briefs. I tilt my face up to his, waiting for a kiss, but he is enjoying having the attention on him and wants to keep me coming for him. My hand glides down his thighs and up over his boxer briefs again, briefly toying with his gently swelling head and elongated member before trailing my fingers back up to his sides again. Slowly and gently, up and down, up and down, teasing with my hands and fingers until I feel that he is fully hard. "Wanna take these off for me?" I ask. He leans his hips up and pulls with his hand on the left and I pull down on the right. His cock bobs up to meet me and I feel my mouth start to water. I have always loved my husband's cock. As strange as it sounds, it is just perfect and beautiful to me. Beautifully colored, nicely shaped head, he is cut, but the skin is not tight around it. Moving as slow as ever I take his tip into my mouth, savoring the way my tongue fits perfectly around it and admiring the silky smoothness against my mouth. I linger at his head for a while, gently sucking and flicking my tongue around him before lowering my mouth deeper onto his shaft, sinking another inch at a time until my lips start bumping against his belly. My husband has a good 7 inches, but I also have a hell of a control over my gag reflex! I more I stroke my mouth across him the harder I feel him get at my lips and the more I can see his balls start to tighten and his feet start to arch. Oh no, not yet big boy! I need a little bit of attention too! I move myself and point my ass up toward his face. It's a tease of my own. No matter how much my body changes, he loves my ass. He starts rubbing and gripping my butt cheeks, teasing his fingers over my puffed labia, probing at my clit here and there before gripping my ass and pulling me back to his face. Sixety-nining has always been one of his favorites and he takes to it vigorously. He pushes his tongue into my slit as I slurp away at his dick and slowly trails it up to my asshole, giving some short, powerful licks. He grabs it, massages it, nibbles at my butt cheeks and even bites them a few times. Licking from my clit to ass again and getting me really lubed up he slips his thumb to my ass while sucking on my clit and gently starts to press. Generally I am not a big anal fan. What can I say? It's one of my sexual faults. However, I let him indulge because I have a plan of my own. He is being gentle; I have to give him that, as he continues to press and eventually works his thumb into my ass. He is sucking on me furiously and I am sucking him back just as hard, being careful to watch his balls and feet. I can always tell when he is about to explode and I won't be swallowing his cum this time around! I let him indulge in his ass play for a little. Even working my hips back into his hand before rising up and off of him. He grabs at me, tries to pull me back down to him, but I have my own fantasies in mind tonight and it's time for me to be a little selfish. He is lying on his side of the bed with his legs spread. I grab at his hands, "sit up" I coax. "Why" he asks. "Please?" I practically beg. So he sits up, propping some pillows behind his back and leaning back against the head board. I grab his hand again and place it on his cock. "Please?" I beg again. He knows what I want. I bring it up often enough. One of my biggest turn ons. Watching a man masturbate. He takes his cock in his hand and I feel my pussy tighten and moisten already. He grasps it in his own familiar way and starts to slowly stroke. I can see his balls tighten and fall in repetition with his strokes and sling my own legs over his so they are spread wide, giving me a full view of him and also giving him a few view of myself. Here is where my anxiety and guilty pleasure sets in. I know that my hubby is not nearly as much of a voyeur as I am. The embarrassment of my big swollen lips sets in. Even after all the years with my husband it still embarrasses me. However, the pleasure of pulling on them and slipping them around between my fingers in still there. I love how wet and puffy they get. I can slide 3 fingers down, my middle going right to my clit and slit, and the pointer and ring finger in between my inner and outer labia, and still see my puffy lips poking out from between my fingers. My husband starts to watch me, still slowly stroking away, massaging his lower belly and balls with the other hand. I grab a pillow and put it behind me, lean back, and slip my other hand down to insert a finger to rub at my g-spot. Firmly at first, enough to make my eyes roll back for a second, and moving into my familiar movements of gently switching my finger back and forth across my swelling sweet spot. My eyes don't leave my husband. How I LOVE watching him masturbate. I wish he would let me watch him more! My clit is very hard, my pussy very wet, and both are being stimulated as intensely as my eyes. I see my husband's balls are very tight, his body is tense, and he is sucking in his lower lip over his teeth as his orgasm approaches. I feel a familiar sensation building below. One that I love and I have been practicing on my own solo masturbation sessions, but I know my husband is not that fond of. That familiar burn in my thighs of my orgasm and the tingling sensation similar of needing to pee... I am in a conundrum. I know that a squirt has built inside of me. I know that it will feel amazing to let go. I know that my husband will not be thrilled if I proceed to do this all over him without warning! My husband starts breathing deep, his head is back, he starts to moan and looks down just in time to unleash an eruption of cum across my legs, belly, and pussy. His hand moves with his last strokes, milking the last few drops out of his cock and I know that it is now or never. Learning back, I arch my back, give my g-spot a few last firm swipes, remove my hand from my pussy and rub enthusiastically at my clit. The orgasm is there and with just a slight bearing down i feel the heat from within and scream as I let myself squirt across my husband's belly and legs like he did to me. I collapse backward, lightly petting at my spent pussy. My juices are dripping off my fingers and rolling down my husband's body. It felt amazing, and I am scared to see my husband's reaction. I catch my breath and raise my eyes up to his face, feeling myself blushing. He smiles at me, "feel better, honey?" I nod, embarrassed, but also thrilled at fulfilling this fantasy that has been on my mind so long. "Good. Now legs off. I need to go clean up!" Please She lay in bed, tucked under the covers. Her eyes were on the bright television screen before her, but her mind was elsewhere. She heard his steps in the hallway outside the bedroom and her mood brightened. She had been waiting for him. By only the light of the television, she watched him step into the room. He moved to the foot of the bed, undressing. She heard the sounds of the rustling fabric and her pulse quickened. He turned the television off and then came to stand beside the bed. She licked her lips anxiously and slid over to make room for him in the bed. As he stood over her, she could just barely see the smile on his face as he gazed down at her. He flipped back the covers, exposing her to him and the smile grew. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as he slid into bed with her. He lay on his side, his hand finding her bare hip. He moved his lips forward until they found hers. They shared a sweet kiss as his hands slid to her backside. Her own hands moved to his back and her leg slid over his hip. He deepened the kiss in response to her eagerness. His hand squeezed her butt and she moaned with pleasure. She loved his hands on her. His mouth slid from hers as he pushed her onto her back. He laid kisses against her neck, nipping and sucking. Her breath came quickly as her skin slipped between his teeth. His hand found her breast, squeezing it just as he had done her butt. She felt her pussy began to throb as found her nipple, first teasing her with slow caresses and then pinching and pulling in time to his teeth at her neck. She moaned loudly, gasping at the feeling. Her hands tried to push his head, "Please," she whispered. He tasted her mouth again before moving down to her breasts. Her toes curled as his mouth touched her tender nipple. They were always so sensitive when she was aroused, and now was no different. Her right hand went down to find her wet sex, hot, throbbing and begging to be touched. As her fingers slid across her clit, her body arching up towards his mouth, she realized that she was already close to orgasm. He grabbed her right hand, freezing her ministrations on her swollen clit. "Not yet," he growled. She moaned with disappointment and a touch of fear. She didn't know if she could hold on much longer. He took her wet fingers and slid them into his mouth, sucking them clean of her juices. She lifted her head and looked down at him, still gasping. "Please?" she begged, her body writhing in anticipation. He moved so that he was now kneeling between her legs. He gripped her thighs and held them open for him. He teasingly placed tender kisses on the inside of her thighs, rubbed his beard against her tender flesh. "Please?" she begged, her crotch rising off the bed with need. He lowered his head to pussy, feeling the heat from inches away. His eyes on hers, he grinned before darting his tongue out quickly to touch her throbbing clit. She was nearly sobbing as she begged once more, "Please?" He lifted her legs over his shoulders and said, "Count to three and then you may." He was so close to her hot sex, she could feel his breath and it drove her mad. She was trembling as she started to count. "One." She watched his mouth coming closer. "Two." Just as she began to say, "Three", he latched his mouth onto her clit, feeling each orgasmic throb on his tongue. He saw her hands clawing at the sheets as he rolled her through one, then two orgasms. His tongue dipped to her tight hole, tasting the cream that had flowed. As she calmed from the second orgasm, his hand went up to her breast, squeezing her nipple in time to his sucking. And then she was rolling through another, and another orgasm. She felt like she was flying and every time she would start to come down, he would send her back up again. But as her body became acclaimed to the pleasure, it began to want more, to want him more. She put her hand through his hair, the other on his hand. "Please," she begged. He lifted his head. He stared up at her for a moment, as if he didn't know what she wanted, what she needed. "Inside, please?" she begged. It seemed like he was moving in slow motion as he began to crawl up her body. His mouth pressed to hers and she tasted herself. She felt his hand between them, sliding his hard cock up and down her slit. She cried out, her hips jumping, as if trying to catch him. He smiled down at her. "So eager," he murmured. He positioned himself at her soaking wet entrance. He watched her eyes roll up in her head as she slid slowly inside her. He rested his forehead on hers, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of her around his cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms going around his neck. She started moving her hips and he moaned before following her lead. His hands gripped her hips as he moved in and out of her, faster and faster. His mouth found her neck and nibbled at her as she began to orgasm again. She was muttering jibberish now, as she always did after the fifth orgasm. It actually turned him on to hear it, to know he'd pleased her into oblivion. She could tell by his breathing that he was getting close to his own orgasm. Her lips pressed to his ear as she began to beg once more. "Please, cum, please cum in me." He growled as he slid deep inside her one last time before his orgasm overcame him, his cock spurting hot cum against the throbbing walls of her womb. As they collapsed tiredly onto the sweaty sheets, she whispered in his ear, "Thank you." Please? For weeks, I've been craving a certain kind of attention. I love sex with you, in all its myriad moods, especially since you and I have gotten so mercurial in our escapades. We might start light and playful, and have it flip into rough and hungry, and sometimes I'll start something and you'll decidedly take over and finish it. But for a long, long time, I'd been wanting—needing—to be controlled. Ravished. I was distracted for days, thinking about that tone of voice you get, or that mischievous look in your eye. How implacable you can get, and how inspired you turn out to be when I misbehave. You really don't have any idea how impossibly sexy you can be. How deliciously frightening. I kept dropping hints. Asking for what I needed directly seemed like cheating, and the more I fixated on that notion, the more important it became to wait you out, wait for you to start something. It became like a test of wills for me, but you didn't even know we were at war. A couple of days ago, I gave in, and sent you a text message. "I'm laying here, imagining your hands wrapped around my throat, your teeth digging into my flesh. I keep almost coming." And you didn't see the text message. It never went through. It was just as well my temporary improper lapse would be defeated by technology. Today, we had to run a couple of errands, and you finished whatever project you were working on, and I hauled myself out of bed. You held your hands out to me, and I gratefully padded naked over to you, to feel your arms squeeze tightly around me as you pressed your face into its familiar cozy niche between my breasts. We both love when you do that, pressing your beard-cushioned chin against my sternum, your arms pressed so far around my waist that your hands are on the opposite hips, making me feel so safe and protected and intimately connected. Without moving, you flicked your eyes up at me, and twinkled at me, and I gave in. I bent down to kiss you, and took a chance and delicately flicked my tongue, kitten-quick, across your lips. I whimpered when you kissed me back, just as soft, until we were devouring one another from the mouth down. My hands were clenched in your hair, nails pricking the nape of your neck, my body sinuously twisting my breasts back and forth against the furry pelt of your chest. It tickled my nipples, which only added to the blossoming sensations. After what seemed both like forever and no time at all, you'd gripped my hair in your fist and sunk your teeth into my shoulder, your other hand finding my already-slick labia. You didn't stroke me, you just held my heat in the palm of your hand. If you'd applied even the slightest bit more pressure, your fingers would have slipped inside, brushing against my clit. I writhed in indecision: did I want to press down against your hand, to force the issue, or did I want to prolong that exquisite torture? Before I could decide, let alone act, you were gently pushing me down to the floor. I went to lower my head, but you tightened your fist in my hair and drew my gaze up to yours. I shivered, trying to hold my position, trying to not disappoint you, and did my best to wait your pleasure with grace. It fleetingly crossed my mind to dip my head to you anyway, to see how long you could maintain control when I was sucking your cock into my throat, the way you like best. I shook just a little bit harder, and restrained that impulse. When you did finally let me tip you into my mouth, we both groaned at the sensation. I didn't know what flavor you wanted tonight, and you weren't giving me many clues, so I simply did what I wanted until you indicated otherwise. Slow, sultry, slick suction, just the head in my mouth, sometimes slipping up or down, but only in the tiniest of increments. I wanted it to last, regardless of our need to run those errands, and relished the notion that I could stay right there, just like that, forever. Abruptly, you pulled me up, hard, and I struggled to keep my balance, to stay dignified. I don't know why, but I hate to look sloppy unless a cock is in my mouth, and then I just don't care. You swooped down and kissed me, destroying my composed facial expression, and with the sternest, most dangerously soft voice I've heard from you yet, you told me to go my room, get a toy of my choosing, and bring it back. You wanted me to try to come before you did. You still don't have any idea how incredible you are. I'm baffled by it. I scampered back to you, and waited. You again pushed me to my knees, and without a moment of hesitation this time, drove your cock into my mouth. I had to scramble to get myself into position. You hoarsely assured me, as you pushed my head back and forth, that there would be no penalties if I couldn't achieve your goal. That was good, though, because in less than a minute, you were groaning, your hips thrusting in rapid hunches, and I drank you down. I sat back, delighted with us both. My vibrator was forgotten. I just curled myself around you, a small smile on my face, and let you catch your breath. After a few minutes, I looked up, and simply asked, "May I help you into the shower, sir?" Sir. That feels lovely to say. Please I want to please you. Naked, I kneel before like the whore I am. I wait for your command, ready to suck and worship your cock. You're standing before me, wearing only your blue jeans. On my knees before you, I begin by blowing hot air from my open mouth, into the crotch of your jeans. The heat from my mouth seeps through the thick denim and warms your cock, straining beneath the fabric. As you moan, enjoying the sensation, I reach up to unbutton your pants and unzip them, pulling them down so I can take in the full sight of you naked. Sitting back on my heels, I gaze at your cock intently. I love seeing the way it twitches and grows under my inspection, bulging and vascular, turning a deep shade of pink. As you stand, you lean your shoulders back against the wall behind you, pushing your hips forward, making it easier for me to pleasure your cock. I lean forward and continue to blow hot air from my mouth onto your ever hardening, thick dick. You've got more than enough for a woman, with 9 inches of thick cock. "Suck it," you command, placing your big hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to the tip of your dick. Sticking out my tongue, I flick the bottom of the tip back and forth with the end of my tongue before swirling my tongue around the tip. Impatiently, you press your hand harder into the back of my head and press your cock inside my hot, wet mouth. Reaching out, I grip your cock with my hand, right at the base, as I suck you off. After several minutes of licking and sucking it slowly, I begin to suck faster and harder, stroking it along as I go. Looking up into your face, I show you my watering eyes as I take the full length of your cock into my mouth and throat. Taking my mouth off of your dick, I allow my saliva to drip from my lips onto your dick before slurping and sucking it back into my mouth as far as I can. Grabbing my head, wrapping your hands into my hair you pull me forward, further onto your dick and begin quickly and nastily fucking my face. Making me gag on your fucking dick, my eyes begin to water more than before. With tears streaming down my face, I open my mouth as wide as I can and push two fingers into both sides of my mouth, pulling my lips open completely and stick out my tongue. As you continue to fuck my face hard, I gag loudly on your cock as it enters my throat each time. Spit drools from my open mouth as you fuck my face. "Ohh, fuck yeah, baby," you moan softly, as I worship you. Hearing how much you're enjoying what I'm doing, I feel the familiar twinge in my pussy as I get hotter and wetter for you. Pulling your cock out of my mouth and stroking you fast, I tell you how much I love your dick. "Mmm, baby... I love your big fucking cock," I say, "I want to hear how much you like it." Groaning louder each and every time my mouth envelops your cock, I moan around your dick, making vibrations in my mouth. Stroking your dick at the base, you moan again as I suck it hard. "Put your hands behind your back," you demand, as you push your cock into my mouth and hold my head steady so you can fuck it as hard and fast as you want. "Oh fuck, girl! That's so fucking good. That feels so damn good." Repeating your praise, I continue sucking, my only wish to get you off. My pussy is getting wetter and wetter, yearning to be touched and licked and fucked. "That's it, that's it baby, yes!" you groan. "Take it all the way, baby. All the way down your throat. That's it, baby. Ahhhh... Yes do it again. Do it again," you beg, as I lean back to take you further into my throat. "Deeper, deeper, deeper. Choke on that fucking dick." I did exactly what you asked. "Do it again." You command. "Oh god yes! Ohhh fuck, give it to me. Do it again." I begin to shake my head back and forth, keeping your dick in my throat. "Oh fuck," you whisper as my head moves side to side. When I retreat your hand pushes my head further forward and you whisper, "Come on, come on, all the fucking way. Come on, yes baby." You can't get enough of my sloppy blowjob. Taking it out and spitting onto your dick, you love it and whisper loudly, "Oh spit on that cock, yes baby! Oh fuck, come on, that's it. Ohhhh..." Your head rolls back as you close your eyes and lean back against the wall behind you. Pulling back and wrapping my palm against the tip of your cock, I begin to rub and grasp the end, soaking wet with my saliva. I squeeze my hand against you repeatedly. While my hand pleases the tip of your cock, I begin to tongue the skin of your sac, between your big, hanging balls and then around each ball in a figure eight pattern. Never knowing where I'll lick next makes you anticipate each next move more and more. I like keeping you on your toes. My free hand wanders behind you, cupping and squeezing your ass and scratching my nails into your smooth skin. Falling lower, I scrape my nails down the back of your leg and back up, getting ever closer to the crack of your ass. Still licking and sucking your balls deep into my mouth and cupping the tip of your cock, you suddenly feel my slippery, wet finger slide between your ass cheeks, finding your puckered hole. Rubbing around it with good pressure, you push back onto my finger, slipping it into your ass up to the knuckle. "I'm gonna cum, baby," you warn as you release my head from your hands and lean into the wall, still only with your shoulders. Slowly and unconsciously grinding your ass onto my finger allowing me to hit just the right spot, you beg me to continue to stroke and suck your dick. Gaining speed and force you begin to tense more and more. "I'm cumming, baby!" you grunt as your balls tighten closer to your body. You shout out with pleasure as you fill my mouth with three long spurts of hot cum. Spitting your cum from my mouth, I rub your cum covered cock over my face and plump lips, spreading your cum all over my face. Wet and sticky, I lick your dick slowly from base to tip until you beg me to stop, too sensitive to take more of my loving. "Please fuck me, Master," I beg as I reach down between my thighs to show you how wet I am. Rubbing my cunt quickly with two fingers, I soon slip those fingers into my slit. "Stop, bitch," you command. "You don't get to cum today. Maybe tomorrow. Only when I say." Snickering, you add, "If you're good." Whimpering and whining, I obey your command. As your whore, only you control when I cum. I wouldn't do anything to displease you and I take my hand away from my pussy. You grab my arm, bringing my hand up to your mouth and sensually lick and suck my fingers into your mouth, tasting my pussy. Moaning, I enjoy the warmth of your mouth on my fingers. Still, my pussy aches and throbs, needing to cum and the sensations of deprivation are painful. Your mouth on my skin makes me want you even more and I try to pull away. Feeling my reaction to your mouth, you reach out quickly to slap my face and call me a whore. "Don't fucking move," you say with a gruff, manly voice. Reaching your fingers down between my open thighs you rub my clit with the softest of touches. "Is this what you want, whore?" you ask. Whimpering, I cream all over your fingers as they dance along my pussy, teasing and torturing me, desperate to cum. "Please..." is all I can muster, grabbing and scratching my nails down your arm, holding it still so I can slide and rub my cunt against you, begging you for sweet release. "Stop moving," you warn. I stop my thrusts against you. "Don't you dare fucking cum," you whisper into my ear as your fingers lightly spread my pussy lips and again find my wet hole and swollen clitoris. Already leaking juices from my pussy, you slap my cunt hard with three flat fingers. Not expecting this, I scream out loudly. Needing to cum, and unable to control myself, I unabashedly try to push against your fingers to grind my pussy into them so I can find my release. As punishment you begin to slap your fingers against my pussy harshly and quickly, until I am on the edge of falling into an intense orgasm. Suddenly you stop everything, stand and walk away, reminding me to be good as you leave. Abruptly and coldly, I am suddenly alone. My pussy is straining for any touch that will bring me to orgasm but I cannot and will not disappoint you by helping myself to get there. The pleasure is intense but the pain is even stronger. I need you to come back. I need you to make me cum. Please. Please The late afternoon sun streamed through the dusty window, casting a bronze haze over the shelves of books in the remote part of the library. He watched the light fall across her shoulders. She stood with her back facing him, balanced on the rungs of an old ladder. He let his gaze follow the rays of sunlight down her body and took inventory of her petite frame. Her thick brown hair was tied smartly in a bun. The collar of her white silk blouse lay crumpled and loose from her neck, exposing smooth olive skin beneath a string of pearls. His mouth watered at the thought of kissing that nape, tasting the heady mixture of salty perspiration and the sweetness of her skin. He followed the lines of silky material to where it tucked into her black tight skirt. Her curves contrasted sharply with the straight line of books she adjusted. Hugging her hips, the skirt stopped just above her knees. His fingers twitched with anticipation as his gaze lingered on the slit in the material, wondering what treasures lay beneath it. A pair of short but shapely legs ended the inventory - a pair of firm legs he knew would feel like a vice around his waist. She tried to balance on one of her black spiked heels as she stretched to put a book away on the top shelf. The movement exposed more of her leg - the split moved up her thigh and he caught a glimpse of the lacy top of her stockings. He silently moved toward her. He stood behind her, allowing only an inch to separate their bodies. He took a deep breath and inhaled her spicy scent - she oozed sex. Placing a hand on the back of her knee, he traced her black stockings up her leg and reached beneath the slit of her skirt. He was rewarded with the discovery of a soft, wet, warm cunt. He studied her, waiting for a scream, a slap, a kick, something to express her anger and surprise at his invasion. She amazed and pleased him by tightening her grip on the ladder and biting her lip in a seductive smile. With this encouragement he continued exploring her pussy. He teased her lips, letting his fingers revel in her neatly trimmed hair. He smiled as he heard her set free a small moan. A finger slipped between her tight lips and found a pulsing clit. She responded with another moan, letting her hair fall across her shoulders. His free hand inched her skirt around her hips, allowing a breeze to tickle her exposed flesh. He stepped closer to her. Laying his head on her waist, he buried his face in her loose flowing hair, letting the soft tresses intoxicate him. Pressing his body into hers, he brought his finger to his lips and licked her juices - she tasted better than he had hoped. In an instant he was addicted - he needed her. He inched her skirt up to her waist and gave her ass a little push. She took a step up the ladder and spread her legs for him. He loved a woman who trusted her instincts. He took a moment and stared at the beautiful ass before him and lightly kissed it, massaging her with his hungry lips. His fingers moved back to her wet pussy and probed, inspiring a torrent of whimpers and wiggling hips. In between moans he heard her whisper, "please." At the sound of her plea he almost lost control. Taking a deep breath he looked over his shoulder making sure the aisle was empty. He leaned closer to her, allowing his hot sighs to caress her clit. A shiver ran through her body. He closed his eyes and gingerly licked her clit, savoring her unique flavor and then fought the urge to spend hours sipping from her beautiful pussy. The ache to be inside of her, to be consumed by her, outgrew his sudden addiction to her taste. He gave her pussy a parting kiss and then slipped his hand into his pants, quickly releasing his throbbing cock. He gently drew her down the ladder until her wonderful ass was an inch above his waist. He held her hips in place, preventing her from sinking into his lap. He wanted to hear her again, had to know she craved him as much as he needed her. Sensing his need and being consumed by her own desire, she begged him, "please, please." He grunted his response and eased her onto his hard cock. Upon contact his mind reeled with the sensation of her flesh devouring his. He bent his head forward, buried his face in her hair, and pressed her body against the wooden ladder. His right hand rested between her silk covered breasts, holding their bodies in place against the books she was straightening only seconds earlier. His left hand gripped her waist, holding her hips against his body, not allowing her to move. She wriggled against him, circling her hips while her pussy rhythmically gripped and then released his cock. He stood completely still and reveled in her gyrations. Not able to fight the wave of passion any longer, he quickly lowered his hips, allowing his cock to slide from her wet confines and then immediately pulled her down against him, thrusting deeply inside her. She cried out, "Oh god, please, more, pleeeease." Unconcerned about the pain his tight grip could be inflicting on her hips, he moved her body up and down against the ladder, pushing her up the rungs then pulling her roughly against him. He closed his eyes and lost himself in everything that she offered him – her musky scent, her tight grip, her whispered pleas. He thrust faster. Harder. Deeper. She quivered and melted at the onslaught. He could feel her rushing to the edge of her orgasm and discovered he needed to watch her crash over the brink. She cried when he slid his cock from her dripping pussy. Dazed, she allowed him to turn her to face him. He held her chocolate eyes with his gaze as he allowed her to lower back on to his cock, wrapping her legs around his waist. He watched her close her eyes as she savored the sweet sensation of being completely filled by his cock, resuming the ride to the edge of her orgasm. Pure pleasure washed over her face as she grabbed his shoulders, threw her head back and moaned. He could barely keep his own orgasm in check at the sight of her. Suddenly, he felt her pussy tighten around him and squeeze his cock so that all he could do was flex inside of her. Only then did he close his eyes and allow himself to explode within his beautiful, irresistible lover. He held her close to him and ran his hands through her hair, as they both slowly came down from their mutual highs. It was his turn to moan when she lightly kissed neck. He felt his heart breaking when he set her on the ground and placed inches between their bodies. He gingerly rearranged her skirt, straightened her blouse and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She looked up at him then, drowning him in those tragically chocolate brown eyes. Again she surprised him by standing on her tiptoes and gently kissing his lips. She smiled at him and turned to leave. Loneliness washed over him at the thought of never seeing her again. He reached for her hand and it was his turn to beg, "Please don't go." She turned, smiled and led him home. Please The key card releases the lock with the faintest click as he simultaneously pushes it open. She is waiting just beyond the door. The light spilling in from the hallway glints in her hair as he walks toward her. She stops him with an upraised hand, close but not quite touching his chest, warding him away. He reaches back to close the door, then leans back against it, wondering what she has in mind. He almost asks, but thinks better of it, as she hasn't spoken a word yet either. As he stands, watching her, he takes in everything about her. Long thick hair, a mixture of chestnut and honey, falling in slow lazy waves to her waist. Even her slightest movement sends it rippling around her. Her face is unremarkable other than wide deep brown eyes, the color reminding him of a shot of Jack Daniels. She appears to wear no make-up that he can see, her lips very full but unmarred by any dyes. His eyes linger as they travel downward. She's wearing a very fitted black half shirt. The slight darkness of the room and the deepness of the shirt's color make him unable to guess what, if anything, she wears under it. The shirt reveals a small expanse of skin across her smooth stomach, as her black drawstring pants start just under her navel. He follows the flow of fabric down and sees a small silver ring on one of her toes. Looking back up, he notes that she's watched him make his observations. With a slight smirk, she hooks her fingers under the edge of her shirt and lifts it over her head in one smooth motion. He's now able to see that she wore nothing under it, as her breasts fall free. They are fuller than he would have imagined for her small frame. She lifts her hands to cup them, letting her thumbs play lightly over the quarter sized nipples that harden at her touch. Letting one hand fall away, she unties the drawstring of her pants. They fall slowly across her hips, and then to the floor. He sees that she is completely shaven, a stark contrast to the copious amounts of hair spilling to her waist. She steps out of the pants that have fallen to the floor and stares into his eyes for a moment, before turning away from him. Parting her legs slightly, she bends forward to pick them up, but lingers in that position for a moment. It's all he can do not to push her against the dresser nearby and take her from behind, but he lets her play out her game a bit more. Standing again, she walks over to the bed and motions him closer. He reaches her and lifts a hand toward her hair. Again, she stops him and indicates for him to sit. As he lowers himself to sit on the edge of the bed, she hovers over him for a few moments, allowing him to look up and see the weight of her breasts, swaying slightly as she breathes. Then she turns away and sits on the bed herself. She leans back agains the headboard, facing him, her feet on the bed just inches from where he sits. Again, she raises her hands to her breasts, teasing the nipples between her fingers. She pinches them and then cups her hands and squeezes her breasts together, making the nipples stand out sharply. Drawing her knees up, her hands fall to her thighs, which part as she strokes the smooth skin inside them. In slow circling motions, her hands travel down the inside of her legs toward the center of her body. She pauses like that for a second, then one hand begins caressing her outer lips. She plays slowly at first and then uses her other hand to part the outer lips, letting him see that her clit is swollen as she teases it with her fingers. She kneads it between her fingers, then strokes it, repeating these motions, letting her hand speed up as she works herself into a near frenzied state. He sees she's nearing the edge, when she stops suddenly, her legs shaking, and slowly inserts a single finger into herself. As she withdraws it, he sees it glisten with her wetness. She catches his eyes and brings the finger up to her mouth, staring at him as she licks it. She raises herself onto her knees and leans toward him, pulling his shirt over his head, then unbuttons his jeans and plays a bit with the zipper before she works it down. Leaning back on her heels, she watches him finish undressing and sit again on the edge of the bed. He's suddenly more turned on by her staring than by anything up until this point and is unable to stop himself from wrapping a hand around himself and giving a few strokes as she watches. He sees in her eyes she enjoys watching him, which spurs him on even more. He moves his hand away as she approaches, ready now to let her do whatever it is she wants. She straddles his lap as he leans back onto his hands, thinking finally he'll get a release. Instead, she reaches down again to part her outer lips and presses her clit against his hardness. She begins rocking her hips, rubbing herself against him, hands planted now firmly on his shoulders. He feels her heat and wetness and involuntarily moves his hips, trying to press inside her, but she's insistent. She slides herself over him again and again, covering him in her wetness, which seems to push her on more. Her elbows bend and her nipples rub against his chest as she rocks against him harder. She begins to lose control and leans in closer to him, lowering her head to the soft skin between his neck and shoulder. He feels first her tongue searching and then feels her teeth close in on him. She bears down hard with her teeth but he's unable to stop her as the movement of her hips has him mesmerized. His hands go to her hips and begin to help guide her in her motions. As her teeth dig deeper into his skin, his fingers dig deeper into her skin. She begins to tremble and move even faster. Suddenly she stops and pulls off him completely. Her eyes glazed and nearly black instead of deep brown, she finally breaks the silence with one word. "Please.." Please * * * * * Click Here to listen. (11.5 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I'm glad you decided to stop and read this, because I really do need your help. You know I wouldn't ask unless it was very important. So, would you please give me just a bit of your time? You see, I have this wetness between my thighs - and it isn't going away. But, wait, it's not just that. I have two perfectly hard nipples, as well. And I feel flushed, and I'm unable to concentrate, or even to remain still. Please, don't you think you could find it in your heart to help me out, just a little? ...What? You want something in return? Well, I'm sure we could arrange something... So, you're staying? Good. Because just the idea of you staying has already made my symptoms worse; my nipples are practically aching now, and I'm sure you've begun to smell the scent of my sex in the air. The thought of you caressing my thighs, of kissing my neck and my lips, of feeling your body against mine excites me even more. But, why listen to me just talk about it? Please don't keep me waiting. Come over here, right this instant, close enough so that I can feel your warm breath. That's right; I want you close up against me. Now, kiss me. Don't hold back, kiss me and let me feel how much you want me too. Because you do want me, don't you? You want me almost as bad as I want you, isn't that right? And I have to say almost as bad; because I know there is no way that your desire could match mine. That warmth, that desire, that yearning that you feel right now is only part of what I feel for you right now. Because, you must know that I don't just want you right now, I need you. I need to feel every place on your body, and I need you to touch every part on mine. I need for us to become entangled and for us to forget where one of us ends and the other begins. I need to feel each caress of your fingers over my skin. And I need to feel you for more than just a moment; I am going to need you for quite a long while today. I hope you don't mind. I also hope that you don't mind that I am going to grab onto your ass while you're kissing me. Just quickly grab it. You know that it turns you on, because it makes you know how much I want you. I hope you don't mind that I'm a moaner. And the moans start very soon for me, almost as soon as you start kissing me. I hope you don't mind that I'm not going to be able to wait long today, that I'm going to need you to bring me to an orgasm quickly. Oh, don't worry, I promise that that won't be all. One is only the beginning for me. Plus, I never stop until you're happy as well. I also hope you don't mind that I like to whisper dirty things into your ear. I like to tell you a little story, a little fantasy while we enjoy each other. Sometimes I like to tell you about how I wish we had another person there, watching us, or maybe even joining in. Sometimes I like to tell you about how I enjoy being a dirty and naughty girl. Sometimes, I like when we don't talk at all; when we just listen to the sounds of our own moans and caresses. Sometimes I like to act out ideas that I've come up with. Sometimes I like to have you control me, to have you force me to pleasure you. Sometimes I like to control you, to draw your orgasm out agonizingly long. Is all that okay with you? Will you do that all for me, right now? Will you keep kissing me the way you are now until the kisses trail down my neck to my breasts? Will you please kiss them? My breasts yearn to be kissed by you. But, you don't have to stop at the kissing. You can suck on them, or nibble on them, or tease them, or fondle them, or stroke them. They're yours to do with as you please. So, go ahead, touch them. I wish you could know how good that feels. Can I touch you, too? Do you mind? Do you mind if I run my hands over your chest, if my soft lips brush against your neck? Do you like it when I touch you? You know, each time I touch you I can feel more wetness seep out of me. I can hardly wait to feel every inch of you. I know that I'm only nineteen, but I promise that my touches will still feel delicious on your skin. I know your touches certainly do. I can feel tremors with each caress of your hand. Do you mind touching me even more? I love how your hands feel on my breasts, but I long for more. I'm smooth to the touch down between my thighs. I don't think that you'd regret touching me. You might even enjoy the slippery wetness that covers your fingers. So, will you please touch me? I'll touch you, too. You would like that, wouldn't you? I'm sure that you'd like for me to explore you. Can you feel how warm and wet I am right now? I hope you like touching me because I love the way your fingers are dancing across my clit. Oh god, you're making me feel so wonderful. Please don't stop. Please. Oh, where did you learn to do that? Whatever you're doing it feels amazing. Oh god. Please keep touching me. Oh, why did you stop? Oh! You're going to taste me now? Oh god, of course I'll spread my legs open wide for you. Oh wow, I didn't know that something could feel more wonderful than your fingers, but your tongue...oh wow, the feeling of your tongue against my slit is overwhelming...spectacular...oh please, move your tongue like that, oh yes, just like that. Do you like how I taste? Mmm, I'm glad you do. Will you let me taste you at the same time? Let me explore you with my lips, with my tongue. I hope you enjoy that because I love doing it to you. Oh god, it's wonderful to be savoring you while your tongue delves deep within me. Mmm, yes, please don't stop. Oh god, your tongue is amazing. I hope you don't mind if I moan while my mouth continues to caress you. Maybe you don't mind, maybe you enjoy the reverberations that you feel from each moan that escapes my lips. Oh yes, oh yes, I love it when your tongue flicks over my clit. Oh, I'm so glad that you decided to stop and help me. The way that your lips feel against my pussy is unlike anything I've ever felt before. ...What? You love how my mouth feels enveloping you as well? Oh, I'm so glad that you do, because I absolutely adore tasting you. Isn't it amazing how we can make each other feel so wonderful at the same time? Oooh, you're getting close? So am I. Oh god, please push one of your fingers inside of me while you keep sucking on my clit. Oh yes, that's right. Oh, I am so close. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh, I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out, you're driving me right over the edge. I'm so close to exploding for you. You must love this power you have over me, being able to force my orgasm upon me, so that it sweeps me away with its intensity. Oh, can you feel my hips press up against your face? Can you feel my muscles contracting and squeezing? Can you feel my body begin to tremor? Oh god, I hope you don't mind that I'm pushing your head down into my pussy, holding it there, but god, it feels so good, and I am right there...oh god yes, right there...oh god. Ooooooh yes. Oh yes. Oh god yes. Oh, god, yes, you make me feel so amazing. Oh yes. Oh god. Oh, I came for you, covering your face with my juices. I hope you enjoyed it, feeling my thighs squeeze you tight, feeling a flood of my wetness saturate your face. But, now it's your turn, and you're close, too, aren't you? I want all of your cum to coat me, like mine is covering you. My lips are going to help bring you over the edge. And my hands grasping onto your butt, pulling you closer to me is going to make you groan with pleasure. Oh that's right, you're close. You're so very close. That's right, cover me with all your cum. All over me, come on. Cum for me. Oh god, yes. Wow, you're amazing when you cum. There's so much of it, and you look so intense, so wonderful. And your body feels amazing when it happens. Oh, I really am so very glad you decided to help me out. Promise me we can do it again sometime, okay? Because I'm sure I'll ache for you again. I hope you'll want me again, too. Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself She knew she shouldn't turn around but the feeling of being watched continued to creep down the back of her neck like icy fingers. Kira was not a superstitious person by nature but she had always had a sixth sense about danger, and she had to admit walking home on the night of a full moon had her in full creeped out mode. "Get yourself together chica and stop being such a baby" she told herself. Pull up those big girl thongs and get your ass moving, she thought. At 25 years old and 5'7", Kira was extremely well endowed in all the right places. Courtesy of her Afro-Asian roots, she had an ass men drooled over and tits with big chocolate brown nipples that topped her 40DD's. This luscious package of caramel delight was balanced on a waist so small people often thought she wore a corset. Something her Japanese mother often told her to stop snapping at people about and be proud they noticed in the first place. Kira wasn't so sure about this logic, she garnered way to much male attention for her taste, but she wouldn't start doubting her mother's wisdom now. It had steered her in the right direction many times before. A bit mystical and mysterious Kira's mother was but anyone with their heritage would be. She sure wished she had listened to her mother about her previous occupation. Kira once upon a time made her living as an escort. She was one of the top five escorts in the business simply by way of her exotic looks alone before an overzealous client decided to kick his dominance play up a bit by slicing her face when she refused to take it up the ass....literally. She was young , afraid, inexperienced and lacking the defensive skills inherent in her people at the time. Somehow she knew he would not make it a pleasant experience for her. Madame Sharone told them if they were uncomfortable in any situation it was their right to refuse services. This she knew the Madame took very seriously. The girls were provided top notch security on every date. However, that time security could not get there in time to prevent the unfortunate incident. Two seconds and her beautiful caramel tone was awash in blood. The wicked sharp letter opener extracted from the senator's briefcase did its intended damage. The scar has since healed and lightened until it's barely noticeable along the outside of her ear to just below her chin, but Kira is reminded of that fateful night five years ago every time she washes her face or applies light makeup. Nothing her waist length wavy black hair won't cover she muses. Forcibly bringing herself back from her dismal reverie she finds herself on the subway platform waiting for the train. "What a fucking night. My back is killing me. I've got to stop being such a cheap ass and buy a car", Kira moaned. Though most people in Manhattan just took the subway in lieu of driving or just hailed a cab. It was absolute madness trying to find a parking space in this city. Most people just didn't want the hassle or added expense that came along with owning a car. Sighing, Kira thought it would be nice to get a ride home on a regular basis. She pulled her coat tighter around her thick curves as she saw the bright lights of the approaching train. It was cold as a witch's tit out here she thought. Spring has got to move its ass! Just then the train slowed down to a stop and the doors opened. Kira moved swiftly to any empty seat. "Well isn't this my lucky night." An empty car was a blessing to a tired and worn out Kira. She could doze off in peace before she reached her stop. Power napping was a welcomed reprieve to her sore feet and frazzled brain. Waiting tables sucked. However it was temporary until she finished her Masters in Fine Arts. Her real passion was the singing she did at a super club part-time. In addition to working that night she crammed in a five page assignment this morning and uploaded it to her professor only a day late. School was kicking her ass these days. She was almost done, degree in sight by a matter of two semesters and she had to graduate even if it killed her. Not even realizing she fell asleep Kira was jolted awake by the sudden grinding stop the train made. Nearly throwing her off her seat Kira grabbed onto the pole in just enough time to catch herself. Unfortunately not before cracking her head on the metal support pole in the process. "Ugh! That better not leave a bruise! I have to sing tomorrow evening and a black and blue forehead is NOT sexy. What kind of moron is driving this train?" she screamed. Yes the car was empty so she felt no compunction whatsoever to control her outburst. Just then the lights went out. Not an uncommon thing on the subway but for some reason she could not explain the icy fingers were back, crawling up and down her neck. The lights remained off. This did not seem typical at all. The lights never took this long to come back on and come to think of it she never heard the conductor make an announcement either. "Huh, this is freaking me out and it's too late for this shit. Halloween is way over and April Fool's Day is not here yet." Kira suddenly felt lightheaded and her head began to pound. She attempted to stand but found her legs were not cooperating. After slumping back down onto her seat the next thing she remembered was feeling woozy then nothing. Kira awoke to cold hands ripping her jeans from her body. Another set of clammy paws were tearing at her cardigan and tee-shirt. "My cardigan....my fifty five dollar cardigan! Dudes are you serious! Do you know how often I can afford an Ann Taylor button down cashmere cardigan! Once a fucking year you imbeciles!!" She must be losing her mind she thought. I'm worried about a sweater in the middle of getting raped. Wow were her priorities in the toilet or what. Evil cackling preceded some really foul breathe as fiend 1 fondled her double D's, leaned down and roughly took a big brown nipple into his mouth. Biting down and sucking just this side of pain mixed with pleasure he hungrily attacked her other nipple. "These nipples taste like fucking milk chocolate Reese" the cardigan killer said to fiend 2 now licking up the inside of her thigh. "Shut the fuck up Rafe and let's get what we came for and be done with this already. My cock is about to burst if I don't fuck her cunt soon." "Well you're the one about to lick her from ass to clit when all you have to do is plow her pussy right now. What the fuck are you doing Reese?" Kira thought, shouldn't she be screaming and trying to fight off this attack? The fact that she was actually asking herself that question scared her more than getting her pussy licked and sucked and her nipples chewed on by two complete strangers. Maybe because it actually felt divine and she hadn't been fucked reeeeally good in over a year. The last man she dated was too busy rolling off of her mid snore to worry about if she orgasmed or not. Two minute Tom that he was. She usually got herself off right after anyway. These two must think she was still unconscious or just didn't give a shit because they hadn't noticed her eyes were slightly open and sweat covered her body. On an unconscious level she surmised she must be scared if she was covered in sweat, right? At that moment Reese, fiend 2 began drilling her surprisingly wet pussy with his tounge. He started rough and just plowed his tongue in and out. It had to be the longest tongue she'd ever seen or felt for that matter because she felt it travel all the way up her canal and hit her in all the right places. Aside from Gene Simmons who owned a tongue like this? Not only was it long but it felt ribbed. Kira was totally lost to the sensation created by this beast called Reese's tongue. Her second assailant chose that moment to remind her he was still there as he lifted her back off the seat and slid behind her to use him as a sadistic comfy cushion. As her pussy was being ravished by the most lethal and exquisite tongue in the world and her breasts were being manhandled deliciously, her juices began to gush out of her hot canal. He couldn't lick it up fast enough. Her pussy was oozing thick cream just as she began to orgasm. She felt the buildup and release of pressure flow through her body so fast she wasn't prepared for the impact. She couldn't contain the scream ripped from her throat. "Am I wet enough for you now?" Kira said breathing heavily and trying not to own up to how much she needed that orgasm. Shock staggered the two for just the barest of seconds and they continued their assault on her sex starved body once again. The one named Reese stated, "So you're awake huh you little tease. That's fine with me as your screams will be music to my cock, slut". "Reese her pussy walls will milk your cock wonderfully now that her heart rate has sped and the air smells like a mix of fear and excitement", Rafe said. He continued to stroke and pinch her nipples possessively. He moved back from her body, his fingers slipping from her nipples to lay her flat again. He seemed to be wearing no pants because he was able to thrust his pulsing cock into her mouth immediately. He gave her no time to adjust before he rammed his thick hard cock down her throat. Kira was so taken aback by the ruthlessness of his thrusts that she began to choke as he bottomed out at the back of her throat. Kira was no novice to oral but he was fucking her mouth like a demon hell bent on drilling another hole in the back of her head. It didn't help her that the angle allowed him even deeper access as he held her head tilted upwards as he continued to fuck her mouth. Just when she knew she was going to hurl all over his dick and pass out again he pulled out until just is throbbing thick head was all that remained. His moaning grew even louder just as he spasamed and liquid heat began pouring down her throat by the buckets. It just shot and shot down her throat until he stopped jerking and then dulled to a slow drip. Rafe removed himself from her hot mouth and climbed off Kira to resume his spot at her breasts dripping creamy cum on her tits in the process. As he continued to tweak and suckle each one he squeezed them both together and licked what was left of his cum off her breasts. He liked the way his spunk tasted, loved to suck his cream right out of a woman right after he shot inside of her. Was even better mixed with her creamy cum as well. Maybe Reese would allow him to eat a cream pie after he finished fucking this juicy one. He surely hoped so. Speaking of Reese, he was licking and sucking her cunt with a steady pace and ferocity that was unnatural. Well they were a bit unnatural after all Rafe thought to himself. "Awwwww ohhhhh this shit feels so damn good! Please don't stop you fucker please don't stop!". Just then another orgasm ripped through her body and super sensitized everything connected to a nerve. Simultaneously the sucking of her nipples and the licking of her clit became too much sensation for her to handle and she lost consciousness again. She awoke once again to a foreign feeling of being sandwiched between two bodies. Just as she opened her eyes completely Rafe who was beneath her raised her thighs up until her ass was off his cock and in the air. With her head resting on Rafe's shoulder she felt warm thick fluid drip down the crevice of her ass cheeks. Reese parted her cheeks and smoothed the warm viscous fluid around her hole and began to slowly work his finger inside. "Oooooo what a tight little hole this one has Rafe. I don't think she's ever been fucked open." Kira felt two fingers then three slide in this time, spreading her hole that much wider with each glide in and out of her hot tight ring. As Rafe began to lick and suck her neck Reese lowered her semi opened hole slowly onto Rafe hard cock. Kira's initial instinct was to squirm and move away but Rafe bit down on her neck with just enough pressure to immobilize her or dare she run the risk of pulling away and ripping skin and meat. Rafe slowly thrust upward just enough to breach the tight rim of her ass to get his head through. At that moment the pain was all Kira could think about although his bulbous cock head was lubricated with a mix of pre-cum and lubricant, his hot stick was huge inside her ass. As he continued to push forward Reese continued to push her even lower until his cock was fully sheathed in her screaming hole. Lubricant withstanding he was just soooo big. Kira felt like she was being ripped apart from the size and pressure but just then she felt Reese's tongue on her clit. Oh boy was that a welcomed sensation. He alternated french kissing her pussy lips to sucking and laving her clit while Rafe continued to open up her ass with continued slow measured thrusts. Reese inserted a finger into her drenched heat at the same time wringing moans from all of them. Reese removed his fingers and mouth and climbed onto the seat between their outstretched legs. Brushing his hand against her pussy he slathered her cream to coat her lips and lathered his straining rod. He angled his cock at her opening and thrust so far inside pushing her further down onto Rafe's power driving cock. For the first time Kira screamed with the alternating pain pleasure sensations racking her body. Rafe had a death grip on her tits, offering them up to Reese like a sacrifice which he happily accepted and sucked and bit like a starving animal. Kira knew she would be terribly bruised in the morning but the feeling of being impaled on a cock in her ass and a cock in her pussy was a feeling she could not come close to describing. If anyone had told she would have enjoyed being fucked, debauched and sodomized all in one night she would have called them a fucking liar and drop kicked their ass into tomorrow. But here she was enjoying the wildness of their fucking. Yes she let them believe they had the upper hand but they had no idea just what type of freak they stumbled onto tonight. For Kira was a special kind of breed. Her mother's people weren't called Sirens because they sat on top of police cruisers. No, Sirens called errant sailors and men alike to them and ultimately their deaths. As all three continued to pump in and out of each other, cocks filled Kira to bursting as she felt them continue to expand in both her holes she knew it was almost time for their last climax. Both men were sweating and grunting, rutting on her body like sex crazed lunatics, Kira began to feel her orgasm gather momentum from every part of her body. With the men on the precipice Kira opened her mouth and out came the sweetest song any man had ever heard. Reese threw his head back and thrust into Kira's battered pussy like piston while Rafe was forced to limit his thrusts to half the speed of light, they both erupted in her ass and pussy holes at the same time. The beautiful pitch of her voice and the heat of her scorching pussy drove them to the brink of madness. Kira's muscles milked both men's cocks until the both screamed for mercy for her body literally had a death grip on their cocks. Kira felt both men collapse and try to relearn how to breathe. As Kira brought her song to an end she stared at the top of Reese's head perplexed. She thought fiercely, I'm a Siren for heaven's sake these two men should be dead. Reese lifted his head as if he were in her head and said "we know love, for we are Sirens too. The male colony has dwindled down to just the two of us over the centuries and we were desperate to find a female Siren of the right age and fertility to help us repopulate. We've been following you for a month now but it was only on the full moon we had a chance to impregnate you. You have no idea how happy we were to finally get you alone and introduce ourselves properly" he said with a beautifully wicked smile.