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Sunday Morning

By: dgthomas



You lay behind me and I feel your arm wrap around me and grab my breast. You begin to massage it and then grab my nipple. You massage it between your index finger and thumb. Nice and slow at first and then you begin to tug at it nice and hard.

A moan escapes my mouth as I finally awake fully on this bright Sunday morning. I roll over and look in your sleepy eyes and grin as your mouth starts a trail from my lips to my nipple. 

At first you suckle while your other hand is busy tugging my other nipple and my hand lays on the back of your head. You start to bite my nipple lightly making my back arch offering my nipple to you more. Your teeth clamp down and you pull your head and smile as you watch my eyes watching you intently. 

Your teeth release and you lick your way down to my cunt. Your lips lick the outside of my freshly shaven pussy and you feel me begin to squirm more as you hold my legs open with your hands. 

"Oh my...." I whisper and your head pops up and you ask,

"Shall I stop?" I shake my head furiously and say,

"No – go on. Please don't stop."

The tip of your tongue enters my already moist folds of my cunt and you begin to lick my clit and then slide your tongue to my hot opening and you dive your tongue deep inside me as my hips move closer to you. 

Your mouth clamps onto my clit and your mouth takes in it. Your teeth brush up against my clit and you nibble on it slightly as if your pulling my moans out of me. 

You climb up me and kiss my lips as I feel your hardness on my leg and my hand grabs your cock. I begin to stroke it as you kiss me passionately. Your cock grows harder in the possession of my hand.

You take my legs and pick them up over your shoulder and place the tip of your cock at my soaked entrance and you slide all the way inside me and I feel fuller than I did last night. You slowly slide in and out of me watching my cunt accept your cock. I move my hand to my clit and begin rubbing it harder and faster which makes you start to pump my cunt faster. Fucking me harder and bringing me to the brink of my orgasm.

I feel you reach for my ass and you start to massage my anal passage way. You slide two fingers in slowly as I moan and open my legs wider. You slide your fingers out.

"Turn over and get on your knees." You say gruffly as I do as I am told knowing what will come next. We spoke of it last night of trying it but I didn't think we'd be trying it so soon. 

You begin to spank my ass. It's color turning from pale white to a nice warm red. You grab the hairbrush off my bed stand and you begin to spank my ass turning it bright red and you chuckle as you notice the wetness spreading to my thighs. Your hand rubs my cunt and then you grab my dildo and slide it into my cunt. 

You enter 3 fingers into my ass and with your other hand I hear you grab the baby oil. I hear the cap open and feel the liquid drip between my crack. I hear moan and then you spank my ass as the liquid reaches my dildo in my cunt. You slide a fourth finger into my ass and you kiss my neck all the way down to my tattoo.

"Are you ready?" You ask as I hear the excitement rise in your voice.

"Yes..." I moan as I feel the tip of your cock push against my ass. You quickly slide all the way in as I scream and the dildo falls out of my cunt. I fall forward a bit and you pick me up holding my stomach with one hand while the other plays with my cunt. You let your cock sit inside of me allowing me to get used to the feeling. I whimper a bit feeling your balls against my cunt.

"I'm ready." I whisper – almost inaudible.

"What, lover?" I clear my throat.

"I said I'm ready. I want you to fuck my ass." You reposition your hands and grab my hips.

You begin to fuck my ass nice and slow as I begin to moan and whimper at the same time. Your hand reaches around and begins to pinch my clit and dig your nails in as you do so. As you fuck my ass slowly you tug on my clit and my cunt begins to throb. You reach for the dildo and slide it back into me as your thrusts turn faster and I know your cock is as hard as its going to get and I know you're almost there.

I meet you thrust for thrust as my dildo falls out.

"You're so hot you little slut." You spank my ass and grab it hard as you fuck my ass. "You're such a little slutty whore who loves to be fucked in the ass. Don't you?"

"Oh yes. I love being fucked in the ass. Do you know what I love more?"

"What's that, slut?"

"I want you to cum in my ass and feel it drip down my legs. I believe I would love that more. Cum into my ass I'm so close. Make me cum by shooting your cum into my ass and pulling my hair. I know you can. Cum into me!" I scream as I feel my orgasm start and I start to twitch underneath you. 

All my cum spilling down my legs as I feel you begin to pound my ass harder. I know that you're close to cumming. You grab my hair and you pull my back to your chest. You grab my breasts with one arm and then my stomach with your other arm as you cum into my ass. 

You hold me this way for a second before we collapse from exhaustion. You kiss my neck and ask with a heavy breath.

"Didn't I tell you it was going to be great?" I kiss your lips and say,

"Thank you for showing me how great!"

Sunday Morning



I woke up pretty early and I'm horny. I hate that. Well, ok, I like it if there's someone around to please me. And there is, but he's asleep. I climb into the chair next to his bed and watch him for a while. He's breathing nice and slow. Looking so angelic. I wish he'd wake up and do something devilish to me. But, I'm a nice girl. So I think I'll take my shower instead. I get up and walk into the master bathroom. Slipping out of my top and panties I climb into the shower, leaving the bathroom door open. Just in case. 

The water is finally hot, so I climb in. The water feels pretty good. Maybe this will be enough. I let the drops fall on my head, drenching my hair and cascading down over me. It doesn't take long until I've got a hand on my chest, playing with my nipple. Too bad it's my own. I glance at the door, hoping that maybe the sleepyhead in the next room will be watching. He's not. So I begin to touch myself with the other hand. 

It's not gonna happen. I want interaction and as soon as I get out, I'm gonna get it. So the soap gets pulled from its resting-place and begins its journey from the top of me down to the bottom. My hair gets washed, my legs, etc gets shaved. I keep glancing out, hoping to be seen, to have him climb in with me. 

I don't even bother too fully dry off, not even my hair. Let it drip. 

Wrapping the towel around me I walk quietly back into the bedroom. Sitting back down in the chair by the bed, I take my feet and I start pushing on him with my toes. There is a little bit of movement. I push harder. No go. This is starting to frustrate me. 

Time to do a bit more. Grabbing the sheets, I move them down and away. My foot finds its way to his crotch. The morning wood is clearly visible through his boxers. I start rubbing. Back and forth, up and down, round and round. 

He's moving now and making cute little sounds. Ah, and an eye opens. 

"Good morning baby, gonna wake up now?" 

He rolls the rest of the way onto his back and stretches his long arms. "Anything for you." 

A big grin appears on my face. "Anything?" 

Crawling onto the bed and snuggling up I start kissing his hands. My feet continue to rub against him, only now they are going up and down his legs. The hand kissing turns into finger sucking, licking and nibbling. He starts to kiss my neck so I move in closer, smashing by body into his. 

My mind is debating on whether to just pull down his boxers and ride it hard, or actually play a little first. Damn decisions. 

He bites my neck. So much for decision making. 

I push him fully onto his back, pull down the shorts and start to climb on top. No waiting. I was already wet anyway, inside and out. I grab a hold of him and start to put him inside of me. Very slowly I lower myself down. My muscles tense all over. Oh my, it feels good, really good. I wanna move, yet I don't wanna move, maybe just sit here for a second, and let my body adjust to what I've put inside of it. I take my hands and place them on his chest and I start to rock myself up and down. As I rock, I start to thrust my hips back on my way down. I watch the look on his face as I move. He's closed his eyes again, but I know that this time it's not to sleep. There is a huge smile and occasional lip licking, not to mention the sounds coming from deep in his throat. The longer I watch him, the harder I ride. He moves his hands to my hips and begins moving with me. He is getting close already, so I start to slow back down. Just barely bringing my hips forward and back now, moving my hand away from his chest I put two fingers in his mouth. I let him suck them for a moment and then use them, wet from his mouth to encircle one of my own nipples. 

The nipple responds quickly so I put my fingers back into his mouth and then use the same process on the other one. Now I've got hard nipples and a hard cock between my thighs. This is the kind of morning I like best. 

He removes his hands from my hips and places them on my breasts. His long fingers start to flick and tease me. Since my hand is free now, I move it downwards. After all, nothing wrong with a little clitoral stimulation. 

It's almost too much to take. I start to move faster again. He's close, I'm close. Why did I wait until morning? Should have done this last night, and then again this morning. Good thing neither of us has anywhere to go today. I'm gonna make him cum and then just keep bringing him back for round after round. He's young, he can take it. 

Now he's pinching my nipples, damn it hurts. Good thing I like a little pain when I fuck. As he's twisting and pulling I'm rubbing and riding. "Are you ready?" I ask. I don't wait for an answer, not that I could have any way. My orgasm takes over my entire body. The intensity of my climax drives him over the edge and he cums with me. He pulls me down to him, wrapping his arms around me, not letting me move as he shivers. Or am I the one shivering? 

We kiss, deeply, passionately. I slide off of him and start kissing his face, neck, arms, shoulders, chest and eventually everywhere. I cover his body with kisses. 

"I hope you don't think I'm done with you. You did say 'anything'." 

I keep kissing him, ending at his feet. He wiggles his toes, so I kiss each one of them too. Stopping to nibble on a few, daring to suck on one now and then. As my mouth works its way along his feet, his hand is working its way along my legs, up to my thigh and onto my ass. I jump as a slap lands on a cheek. Then, soon after, a finger starts to find its way around my labia. See there was a good reason for being on my knees with my ass in the air as I nibbled on a few toes. With a few fingers starting to slip in and out of me, toes just aren't gonna do it for me anymore. There's something else that needs to be brought back to life. I think I'll move my focus there for awhile. 

I move my mouth up along his legs, moving myself back too. I reach his thighs and spend a little extra time there before I get to my goal. Now, onto what I want, again. Life needs to be restored. I place him in my mouth, gently of course. He tastes good. No surprise there, he's been inside of me and I know I taste good. Sucking lightly, licking, kissing, caressing I bring him back. He fills my mouth now and I can become more aggressive. I do a few quick thrusts down into my throat and as I do, I am rewarded with deep thrusts from those lovely fingers that are inside of me. I spend some time focused on the head and upper parts of the shaft with my mouth and using my hand on the lower. I begin to lightly tease and cradle his balls with the other. I like balls. In fact, maybe they'd like a little attention too. Now I'm sucking his balls, rolling them around in my mouth with my tongue. My hand does its best while my mouth is away. 

I probably could have started off with the blowjob, since I really get off on swallowing, but for some reason, this time I just wanted him in me. Besides, I can always give him head again in a few hours. But, for what I want now, at least I know he'll be able to last after having cum once already. 

I move my mouth back onto his penis. I like balls, but I like sucking dick more. I start to deep throat again. Women who can't do it will always tell you "it's the top half that feels everything anyway so it's not really necessary". Yeah, whatever. Maybe not physically necessary, but I have yet to meet a guy that didn't totally love it. Maybe it's psychological, but I can feel him getting harder and harder every time I do it. 

He's got a hold of my hips with both hands again. Damn I was really starting to get into the work his fingers where doing. OH! Hey, my leg is getting pulled over, not just over a little, but over his face. A mouth is even better than fingers so I help out and position myself above his face. 

His lips touch mine and I can't help but to spread my legs wider and move closer to his mouth. I like his mouth. He's got a great mouth, and great lips. And right now they are getting higher and higher on my list of things I love. 

Those hands are back on my hips again, moving me to where he wants me. I like being where he wants me. 69 is a gift from heaven. 

His tongue starts its assault and my senses leave me. I know I should be doing something, but I can't seem to remember what. The only thing I know now is that my clit is being sucked. Not just sucked, but sucked well. The hands start moving and the fingers start penetrating again. Only this time, they are going everywhere. I can't help it and I start moving. 

That's when I remember what it was I was doing. How could I forget that I've got a dick in my mouth? Of course, if he keeps doing what he's doing now, I'll forget again. Fuck it, I can't concentrate. So I shove it all the way down and just ride out the pleasure I'm receiving. As much as I'm wiggling he should still be getting some pleasure out of it. 

If he keeps his mouth where its at and doing what he's doing with all those fingers being in all those places he's gonna end up with a very wet face. I'd tell him how close I am, but my mouth is full. I'm sure he can tell though. Oh yeah, he knows, he must because he's starting to wiggle those fingers and he's got down that rhythm with his mouth and tongue. My movements become inconsistent. I can't stop myself. I have my second orgasm this morning and it's much stronger than the first one. They usually increase in strength the more I have. I love my body. And right now my body wants that penis back inside of it. But he won't let me move and he won't stop eating me and I can't quit shaking. I could hold it back, but why? If he minded, he would have let go and just fucked me. I let go and "cum" all over his face. Now I have to have him. I struggle to get free. 

I turn myself around and grab him by the hair, pulling his face to mine I start to kiss him. Grunting and groaning I pull him on top of me. 

He starts to tease me. Barely touching me, making me think he's about to penetrate and then pulls away. I'm gonna loose it and start begging soon. I'm already starting to whimper. I start to bite his neck, not nibbling either, biting. I want something and since I'm not getting it so I'll replace it with something else I love. If he doesn't fuck me soon his neck is gonna start to bleed. 

My nails start to dig into his back. I'm pulling with them, pulling him up. I want him. "Give it to me you prick!" 

"What? You don't like a little playfulness?" He says. 

"Only when I'm the one doing the playing." Meanwhile, I'm trying frantically to shove my hips up and closer to him. 

But he keeps moving back. I wrap my legs around his and shove harder. He evades me. He starts to tease me again, just allowing me to have the barest minimum, a piece of the tip now and then. It's driving me crazy. So I start biting harder. That's when he grabs my arms, pins me down and lifts his neck up out of reach. I start crying, literally crying. I can't help it. He's watching me and enjoying it. He's actually smiling as he torments me. 

He lets go of my arms and leans back towards me. I grab hold of his back, pulling on him. My nails dig in. When he finally delivers my body reacts violently. And then I loose all rational thought. I can't breath, think, hear or see. I might be screaming, but I'm not sure. If I am, I don't really care. He pulls out and I can't move. Not on my own anyway. I'm trembling. I can't stop trembling. 

He takes a hold of me and flips me onto my stomach. Reaching down he shoves my ass up in the air and pushes my knees forward. I can't even get the strength to get my hands underneath me so I lay there with my face and breasts smashed into the bed. 

This time, it's all on his terms. Hard, fast and deep. I think I might be having another orgasm, but I'm not quite sure the last one ever ended. I'm not really sure of anything other than intense satisfaction. 

At some point in time, he must have cum again and put my legs back down. I think he's kissing me somewhere, back maybe. 

"Are you ok baby?" 

I can't seem to get my mouth to work so I just kind of mumble and make funny whimpering noises. 

He covers me up and walks towards the bathroom. Clearly he needs a shower. I can see the red lines I've left on his back. Some of them are just lines. Some are actually bleeding. 

I force myself to speak, "You wouldn't want any help in the shower would you?"



Sunday Morning: 11am



HE LAY WITH his eyes closed and took inventory. He didn't feel too bad considering; a mild headache which could go either way when he grew brave enough to open his eyes. Thank God it was Sunday and he could enjoy the hangover if it kicked in.

He lay on his side facing away from her, facing the window. He opened his eyes and blinked at the corona around the blind. He had no idea of the hour since daylight broke early at this time of year. He blinked again several times but the bleary haze persisted. He was pleased to note that the headache kept its voice down though.

'How do you feel?'

He sighed and rolled onto his back and turned his head to look at her. 'How did you know I was awake?'

She smiled: 'Just a feeling,' and she reached across, her hand and arm appearing from under the lip of the duvet. 'How do you feel?' she repeated as she draped her arm across his body.

'Yeah ... not too bad. Bit of a headache. You?'

'Probably the same as you. I'm manageable. I'll live.'

He rolled further over onto his side and faced her square on. She moved her arm to accommodate him and then gave a squeeze.

'What time is it do you think?' he asked.

'Not a clue. Does it matter?'

'I suppose not,' he shrugged, 'but I do know one thing ...'

'What's that?'

'I gotta pee.'

She laughed at that and pushed at him gently. 'Thanks for that.'

He rolled again and lifted the cover before sitting upright. She giggled at his ginger movements. He looked at her and felt a bubble of affection swell in his chest. She looked so lovely to him lying there in their bed. He took in the messed up blonde hair and remnants of smudged make-up. 'You ballsed up the make-up removal, babe,' he grinned and made circular gestures with his forefinger around his face.

'It was gone five in the morning when we got in, she remarked only slightly indignant. 'Now fuck off and go for a piss.'

'Such a lady,' he retorted with a laugh.

He stood in front of the ceramic and thought about his wife as the stream of urine splashed into the bowl. He remembered her elegance of the night before and how she'd looked in that dress. The stream dried and he washed his hands as the first glimmer of arousal spiked. He returned to the bedroom and, naked, leaned against the jamb. He studied her for a few moments before she realised he was there. Her eyes were closed; she looked so peaceful.

'What are you doing you weirdo?' she smiled at him, comfortable in their casual, affectionate insults. It was just their way.

'Just looking.' He stood there, leaning against the wooden frame, arms folded, ankles crossed and with the toes of one foot resting on the carpet. 'I love you, you know.'

A long pause before she broke the seriousness. 'If you really loved me,' she pouted, 'you'd go and make me a bacon sandwich ... I'm starving.' He laughed then and reached for his dressing gown that was hanging from the door. 'And a nice cup of tea ...' he heard her call as he went downstairs towards the kitchen.

He filled the kettle with water after putting the bacon on to grill. The aroma soon wafted around the room and his mouth watered with anticipation. Soon after he was climbing the stairs with a plate in one hand a mug in the other.

The sandwich went uneaten and the tea cooled untouched, for when he entered the bedroom he saw his wife sprawled on the bed, covers askew, eyes closed and mouth agape while her right hand moved in slow circles between her legs.

'I can't help it,' she murmured when she opened her eyes and saw him standing there. 'I just came over all ... all ...' Then she closed her eyes again as her body tensed and she groaned.

The arousal spiked again, more urgent than before, and his penis twitched and thickened under his dressing gown. He put the plate and mug down on the landing carpet behind him and then watched her. She opened her eyes again and stared back at him while she continued to masturbate. His cock stiffened quickly and was soon at full-blooded erection while his wife's heavy-lidded stare held his eyes. He saw the circles around her nipples contract and darken while the teats grew long and thick. She massaged first one breast and then the other and all the wile kept up her slow, lazy movements against her sex.

She held a hand out towards him in silent appeal and, shrugging off the robe, he went to her. Their fingertips touched and then their fingers entwined and he stooped over her to kiss her mouth. When he rose from her, the woman released his hand and with it, held her labia apart. She slid first one and then another finger into the centre of herself and groaned with the pleasure as she pushed them deep. Then, with devilment sparkling in her eyes she held the fingers to him.

'You filthy whore,' he murmured, but still took her fingers into his mouth. He made a show of licking each digit, moaning as he did so.

His wife smiled and opened her legs wider. 'Taste me,' she murmured. 'Come here and lick me.'

He climbed onto the bed and knelt on it with his knees between her legs. He looked at her sex; her mons nearly smooth save for the strip of pubic hair at the apex of her cleft. Her labia pouted loose and engorged and he growled in appreciation already positioning himself before her. He pressed his mouth to her body and was rewarded by a deep groan.

'Fuck ...' she panted as he worked on her. 'That's ... Oh ... God ... Don't stop, please ... Don't ever stop.' Her hands forced his face tighter against her body and her fingertips dug into his scalp. Without lifting his mouth or pausing he groped for his wife's hands and, when he found them, held her captive, palm to palm with their fingers intertwined; her hands locked with his. She wriggled and writhed while her husband tongued at her and she struggled in vain to break his grip. Eventually she gave a great groan and pushed herself against his face as her climax bubbled. 'You ... You glorious bastard,' she sighed. 'I'm ...'

He released her hands and pushed her legs wider apart, at the same time hooking her under the knees and pushing them towards her chest. He renewed his assault from this new angle and in so doing, heard his wife's vocal appreciation as she came.

He stopped suddenly while she was still lost in the throes of her climax. His cock, which had wilted, grew suddenly erect, and he took it in his fist and gave several slow strokes. His wife's eyes opened and she looked at him while she took great gulps of air. He saw the lust and desire in her expression and felt an arterial burst of the same emotions surge through him.

'Kiss me,' she groaned. 'Kiss me ... I want to taste myself.'

Ignoring her messy, unkempt appearance and the sour residue of the previous evening – a sullied state he found perversely arousing – he clambered towards her and they kissed. Still locked together she reached between their bodies and took his member in her hand. She wriggled into a position to accommodate him and then pulled him to her body. Then, continuing the kiss, he slid his entire length into her, groaning into her open mouth as their tongues slid and coiled in a serpentine dance.

They rocked together, her hands moving up and down and over his back as the heat of the day outside sheened their bodies in a film of perspiration. The sounds of their lovemaking grew ever more sordid as their bodies slid and slithered together. She panted and groaned while her hair matted with sweat and mascara tears dribbled down over her cheeks. With a vigorous, athletic shove and a grunt of exertion the woman somehow rolled her husband over onto his back and, still keeping him inside, lifted herself into position to ride him.

'Squeeze my tits,' she exhorted and began to rock back and forth above him. 'Come on, get rough with me.'

He looked up at her as her long hair fell in lank rats' tails over her face. Her soiled appearance spurred him; his wife had the appearance of some gutter whore and, to his surprise, he loved it. He reached up and covered her breasts with his hands. He could feel the hard nipples against his palms and was overwhelmed with the urge to suck them. He let go of his wife's body and heaved his torso off the sodden bed. He managed to take one teat into his mouth and sucked on it before licking around and around the areola. He managed the same feat with its twin before his body gave way and he fell back against the mattress.

Next, his wife placed her hands palm down on his chest and she raised herself so she could place the soles of her feet on the bed. Then, crouched over him like this, she began a slow slide up and down, up and down, up ... and ... down.

From his supine and helpless position he could clearly see his wife's labia clinging to his girth as she rose on the upward stroke. There was a tide-mark of her arousal that was beginning to foam as the vigour and intensity of her motion increased. 'Shit,' he grunted through clenched teeth. 'You feel ... You look so ... so ... so fucking beautiful, babe. Jesus ...'

'And you feel so thick inside me,' she returned. 'I love it. I love the way you fill me. And ...' her body slapped down against his again, '... I want you to come inside me. I want to feel that stuff all hot and thick ... Oh, shit ... I'm going to come.'

The woman slumped forward against her husband's chest; her breasts squashing against him. He took control now and gripped her hips and lifted her up and down on his cock. He pushed upwards with his hips to meet each downward movement as he manipulated his wife's body over his own. He heard her whimper and sigh and groan, with each sound urging him on. He could feel his orgasm begin to surge, the rush of his semen inevitable and unstoppable now.

'Fuck me,' he grunted. 'Use your slippery cunt and fuck me.' And then he was engulfed in the bliss as he fulfilled his wife's wish.

A few minutes later they lay side by side in the ruined bed. She turned to look at him, her eyes flicking down to his penis. 'You're still hard,' she said.

'Yeah.'

'Give me some more?' She shuffled onto her side, back to him, and pushed her backside towards him.

He looked at the curves of his wife's body and felt a renewed wave of desire. He rolled onto his side and, with one hand at the root of his cock, and the other peeling the gooey folds apart, he guided himself into her again. 



Sunday Morning



Imagine a lazy sunday morning. you are reading the paper in the kitchen, leaning your elbows on the counter, propping your head on your hands. Your parents are away so we are both wearing only robes to keep the winter chill off our bodies. In my hands I am carrying a pair of beautiful red heeled shoes, the kind with ribbons that lace up your leg like a corset, and a bottle of mineral oil.

I put one hand on the small of your back and rub gently up to the nape of your neck, relishing the luxurious feel of your red silk robe as you look over your shoulder briefly and smile at me. "What are you up to, mister." you say with a hint of mischief in your voice. 

"Oh, nothing, love." I say coyly, "but would you mind putting these on for me?"

You turn towards me, slowly, and wink at me over your shoulder. "Of course, love, anything for you."

You snatch the shoes from my hands playfully and immediately slide your feet into them and with a smirk say, "Well, a little help for your lady in red or what?"

Taking the hint I kneel slowly before you, sliding my hands ever so gently down your sides, over your hips and down your smooth silky calves. We sigh, almost in unison, relishing the feel of my rough calloused hands against your silky skin. Leaning in slightly I kiss your gently on the knee and look up at you with hooded eyelids, my hands snaking slowly up the back of your calf towards your ass, hoping for a quick feel. But you are too quick for me and smack my hand away before I reach my prize. "Oh, no mister. I am enjoying this article and would like to get back to it, you just tie up these shoes for me and no more funny business. Ok?"

"Sorry, love." I say feigning disappointment and lace up your shoes, my eyes feasting on the contrast of the red ribbons crisscrossing over your pale skin to the middle of your calf. 

The shoes laced you test your balance, the muscles in your legs straining and rippling beneath your pale skin. "Lovely," you say and turn back to your paper, resuming your position with your elbows propped upon the table.

Standing behind you I take in the wonderful view before me. Your back is arched and with the heels on, your ass is thrust into the air slightly, pulling the silky robe up to expose the jewel of your sex and the firm roundness of your butt. 

I step forward and lean into you, my hands once again caressing the small of your back and working their way up over your silken robe to the nape of your neck. I'm not certain but I think I hear a faint sigh escape your lips as I begin to gently massage your shoulders with my fingers. "Good article love?" I ask, my voice only a breathy whisper in your ear. 

"Mmmmm, yes." 

I slide my hands back the length of your body working my thumbs in tiny circles around your spine all the while enjoying the sound of your breath quickening. When I reach the small of your back this time I don't stop instead continuing my caresses until I can hook my thumbs under the hem of your robe. Using the palms of my hands I give your ass a gentle squeeze and then slide them slowly up your back again taking the robe with me this time. 

As I slowly expose your back to cool air in the kitchen goose-bumps rise on your skin and you can feel me growing hard against your ass. Leaning forward I gently kiss the back of your head and the side of your neck and face while sliding my hands around your body to gently brush against your breasts. At my feather-light touch your nipples grow instantly hard and I can't resist cupping your breasts lightly in my hands lifting their weight and squeezing ever so gently. 

Your back arches away from the counter and another soft sigh escapes your lips as you press yourself back against me ever so slightly, feeling my straining cock pressing against your ass. My hands deftly untie your robe and it falls open slightly exposing your breasts to the cool air of the kitchen, and then find their way to your belly. I rub your belly for a moment before sliding the tips of my fingers into the holllows where your legs meet your body. I use a gentle pressure to roll your hips forward and pull you towards me arching your back even more and pressing your head and breasts down against the counter.

Stepping back I can see that you are almost completely exposed, wetness already glistening in the soft curls of your pubic hair, but I am not satisfied. I put my foot between your legs and gently urge you to part your legs, which you do willingly. You begin to speak, saying something about the article, but I quickly shush you and pull the tie out of your robe. The silken tie stretched between both hands I slide it over your head and pull it across your eyes. I tie it in a bow at the back of your head and whisper in your ear that you should be quiet now and just enjoy what is to come. I pull my own tie free from my robe and drape it over your bare back. "Wait here, just like this," I say and leave the room. 

When I return your are standing straight facing the counter, the tie from my robe at your feet your own robe open and once again just barely covering the round globes of your ass. In a stern voice I say, " I thought I told you to stay just as I left you, and now here you are standing straight, not leaning. Whatever will I do with you?"

"But..." you begin to protest but your words are quickly muffled as I slip another tie over your head and into your mouth as a gag. "Shhh, love. It's okay. Just kneel down and pick up the rope from my robe and hand it to me." You try to mumble something but your words are muffled by the gag and you begin to resign yourself to your fate. 

Kneeling slowly you feel around on the hard wood floor until you find the tie from my robe and then quickly stand up and hold it out before you. I step towards you, my footsteps padding softly on the cool floor and take the tie from you with my right hand as my left hand finds your hip and slowly turns you back towards the counter. 

Standing beside you I whisper softly in your ear that you will enjoy this, if only you behave yourself and I am very satisfied when instead of speaking you nod your head slowly. Stepping behind you I take one of your hands in each of mine and pull them back behind your back while slowly sliding your robe off your shoulders so that you are wearing only the red heels and the blindfold and gag. Using the tie from my own robe I carefully tie your hands behind your back before kissing up and down the length of your spine. 

With my hands once again on your pelvis I position you as you were before and gently spread your legs with my foot. "Now lean forward love, and put your head on the counter for me." I whisper in your ear. For a moment you just stand there and I am forced to put my hand on the back of your neck and push you gently forward and down, your blind face moving slowly towards the counter, not resisting but not going entirely willingly either. You let a gentle sigh escape your gag as you feel the softness of the silken pillow I have placed before you without your knowing. 

I step away from you and admire your beauty for a moment and then pour some of my mineral oil onto your back enjoying your muffled squeal of shock as the cool liquid hits your warm skin. Starting with your back I begin to work the oil into your skin rubbing in slowly warming circles all over your back and up the lengths of your arms and across your shoulders. Using my hands to warm the oil first this time I reach around your body my cock pressing once again against your ass and sliding against your quickly moistening vagina, and begin to massage it into your breasts and stomach. 

Kneeling behind you I warm more oil in my hands and begin to massage it into your left calf, gently kneading the muscles as I move up your thigh, covering your leg in glistening oil. As I move around you to oil your right leg you feel my breath on your vagina, blowing warm air over you parted lips. I flick my tongue out quickly and tease your clit for the briefest of moments, enjoying yet another muffled squeal from you. 

Starting at the top this time I massage my oil gently into your thigh, my fingers sometimes brushing your swollen pussy lips and your moist pubic hair and eliciting sighs and moans from you. With both your legs and your torso oiled I stand and move around behind you once again. You can hear me warming more oil in my hands the rough calluses making the softest scratching noise and you arch your back in anticipation thrusting your ass up towards me.

I start with the left cheek, working the oil into your butt in slow, firm circles making sure to coat every inch and then move to the right. You wiggle and wriggle your body enjoying the sensation of my firm touch on your soft skin and trying to prolong it for as long as possible. 

With your ass cheeks oiled there remains only one spot left for me to coat and you raise your ass even higher in the air, your toes pointing in your heels, in anticipation. I step forward towards your ass and bring my whole hand down on first your left, then your right cheek. You are shocked, but do not move from your position, letting only the tiniest of squeals escape through your gag. 

"That's for being a naughty girl and not staying put while I was gone." I say firmly. As I speak I admire the faint red hand prints that are forming on your ass. "And now, I think this is what you were waiting for." I say, as I slide my middle finger between your legs so that the tip is resting gently on your clit and the length of it is nestled along the cleft of your sex. 

I leave my finger there for a moment enjoying the feeling of your body wriggling beneath me as you move your hips trying to rub your clit and your vagina against my callused finger. "Be still my love, lest I am forced to spank you again for being bad." My voice is only a breath in our ear once again, my body pressed against your back my cock resting in the valley of your ass. 

I drag my finger slowly out from between your legs letting the gentle pressure part the lips of your vagina coating me in your warm wetness, and stepping back slide my finger tip over the puckered rosebud of your ass. I repeat this procedure a three or four more times, each time allowing my finger to slip a little deeper inside your vagina until finally your ass is glistening with as much of your wetness as your sex. 

Kneeling behind you I slide my finger into your sex ever so slightly and pause there for a moment, wiggling ever so slightly before pulling it completely out. I lean forward and blow on your swollen vagina and then slip my finger back in up to my first knuckle before taking it out once again. 

This time I blow gently on your asshole as I slide my finger slowly into your pussy up to the second knuckle. As I begin to slide it out once again you let out a low moan of pleasure and I stop for a moment at the first knuckle before thrusting my finger all the way into you. With a gentle pressure I begin to stroke the walls of your vagina my finger wriggling inside you and thrusting slowly in and out. 

I am very pleased when you spread your legs a little more and arch against my exploring finger. I lean forward my hand still caressing your vagina and kiss you gently on your left and then your right ass cheek. As I slide my finger out of your vagina I cup your sex and begin to gently massage your clit with the pads of my fingers in slow gentle concentric circles. 

Your hips respond and begin to move once again but I am lost in the moment and thoughts of punishment are long gone. I slide my hand away from your dripping pussy and with one hand on each of your ass cheeks I part your ass. I admire your glistening sex for a moment before leaning in and dragging my tongue over the cleft of your pussy from clit to ass darting it out slightly to penetrate you just a little. I play there for a moment teasing your lips with my tongue and thrusting it a little further into you every few seconds. 

My hands still holding our ass open I pull my head away and blow gently on your vagina before leaning in once again and kiss you right on the rosebud of your asshole. As I swirl my tongue around your puckered ass I slide my hands around your body and begin stroking your clit with one while the other enters your vagina and begins to thrust in and out of you in time with my probing tongue.

As I press my tongue harder and harder against your ass you begin to relax and I can feel it entering you ever so slightly. Your hips are rocking furiously now, the muscles in your parted legs rippling beneath your creamy skin. When my tongue finally presses through the tight ring of your ass you let out a low moan that lasts for a few seconds and you begin to tremble slightly. 

Abruptly I stop all my ministrations and stand up behind you, not touching you in any way. Your hips are still wriggling, rolling back and forth as you shift your weight from leg to leg trying to keep the sensations going. Faintly I hear you begging through your gag for me to continue. Your words are desperate, pleading. and so I step forward and you feel the warm pulsing head of my cock against your vagina. 

I tease you a few times dragging the tip of my penis over the cleft of your sex before pressing firmly against you and sliding easily into you. I fall forward as I enter you and you feel the heat of my body press against the cool exposed flesh of your back as we both let out a long low moan. With my penis buried all the way inside you I cup your breasts in my hands and squeeze them firmly, once again lifting their weight, before tugging gently on your hard nipples. 

As I begin to slowly thrust in and out of your vagina I cover your back and neck in soft loving kisses and pant words of love and encouragement in your ear. "That's it love, enjoy it. Your so wet...mmmmm. So tight. My naughty girl, getting fucked like a slut in the kitchen. Good girl." 

I use my right hand to reach around and between your legs and begin to gently caress your clit with my finger tips in time to my slow thrusting. Your body is undulating beneath me now, your back arching and rippling up and down as your rock your hips taking me deeper and deeper inside you, always pressing your clit against my probing fingers. 

I hear you moaning and trying to speak and then you spit out your gag. "Fuck me harder...please. I want to cum. Please." With that I put both my hands on your hips and begin thrusting harder and faster, my cock moving quickly in and out of your dripping pussy. 

"Like that love, is that how my little slut wants it?" My voice is broken, panting from the effort of fucking you.

"Mmmmm, yes. Please... I want to cum. Make your little slut cum all over your cock... Please" Your voice is strained and shrill, your back is flushed and you are rocking furiously against me the pillow sliding around on the counter beneath your head. 

As I fuck you I slide my right hand away from your hip and let the tip and gently smack your ass, first on the right, then on the left and then again on the right. "That's for spitting out your gag!" I pant and slide my hand over your ass massaging your ass cheeks.

When the tip of my thumb passes over your asshole you moan loudly and thrust your ass into the air so I apply the tiniest bit of pressure and being gently rubbing my thumb over your asshole in time to my frantic thrusting. "Mmm yes..." You moan, "Put it inside me. Put your thumb in my asshole while your fuck me."

Without hesitation I apply more pressure and my thumb slides easily into your ass and you let out a low growl of pleasure. "You are a dirty slut aren't you?" I ask breathlessly.

"I'm your dirty slut love...." You pant. "All yours."

I fuck you with renewed vigor urged on by your dirty talk and I can feel your pussy growing tighter and tighter around my penis, your juices dripping down our legs as you get ready to orgasm. 

Abruptly I stop everything and step away from you my penis sliding out of your pussy only seconds after my thumb leaves your ass. You moan with disappointment and thrust your ass into the air, begging me to fuck you with your movements. "No... Please. Fuck me. I want to CUM!"

I step forward and lean down over you my cock pressing against your asshole before sliding up the valley of your cheeks and resting there. I whisper in your ear as I replace your gag. "You have been very bad my love. Talking back. Spitting out your gag, I don't know if you deserve to orgasm. You might have to prove it to me."

Around your gag you mumble desperately, "Anything...I'll do whatever you want. Just let me cum... PLEASE" 

With your gag firmly tied in place I take my cock in my right hand and position it so the tip is pressing against your asshole. "Then I want this. I want your ass, and then you can cum." You try to speak but your words are muffled and you nod your head frantically with frustration. "Good then...I'll untie your hands and you can touch yourself all you want while I fuck your ass. Agreed?" You nod frantically again.

I untie your hands and you immediately begin using your right hand to play with your clit, rubbing it in quick little circles, desperately trying to regain the orgasm I robbed you of. Your left hand snakes back around your body and grabs my cock and presses it firmly against your ass. "That's it love..." I pant.

You arch your ass into the air and slowly begin to press back against me, pressing the tip of my penis against your tight asshole. Finally you feel it begin to relax and the head of my cock slides a little ways inside you until the entire tip has disappeared into you. I moan loudly and you begin to wriggle your ass back even farther, ever so slowly taking me deeper and deeper into you. Once my penis is all the way inside your ass you let go with your hand and begin to move slowly back and forwards fucking me with your ass, the whole time your fingers are working frantically on your clit as you feel your arousal dripping down your fingers and legs. 

I begin to thrust slowly my hands on your ass cheeks and move only slightly in and out being careful not to hurt you. "That's it love.... play with yourself while I fuck your ass" I moan, lost in the moment. 

After only a few minutes you arch your back towards me and stand up from the counter. I take your breasts in my hands and squeeze them hard, kneading your soft flesh and tugging at your nipples. You lean your head back and turn it to kiss me and I use my left hand to release your gag. You feel my tongue on your lips as we frantically thrust together and then on your ear and your neck. We are one moaning thrusting mass of pleasure now, both of us whispering dirty words of encouragement and love into each others ears.

Finally you bear down on me with your ass as you reach your climax, heat moving through your whole body, and instantly you feel my hot breath on your neck as my penis spasms inside your but filling you with my warm cum. 

With a loud sigh I slide out of you and we fall together to the cool hardwood floor covering each other in loving kisses, both glowing with pleasure and love.

THE END.



Sunday Morning



Copyright Oggbashan August 2005

This story is based on a 830 word story in German 'Sonntagvormittags' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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One Sunday morning, my wife went out to visit one of her friends for a few minutes and I was left at home alone. Suddenly the doorbell rang. When I opened the front door there were two very attractive women wearing long trenchcoats spattered with the rain that was falling hard outside. Both of them were not as tall as I am and younger – about wife's age. Their sun glasses and fine silk headscarves hid much of their faces.

What could these elegantly dressed ladies want with us? I thought.

"Good morning. We are two of your wife's old schoolfriends and as we were passing we thought we would surprise her." 

"I'm sorry. She's out at the moment. She should be back in half an hour." 

"Oh, that doesn't matter," said the woman on my left glancing at the other. "We don't mind waiting. We're so rarely in this town that a half hour's delay is worth it to meet our old friend. Perhaps we could come in wait for her? Let me introduce ourselves. I am Anjana and she is Elena." 

I was slightly startled by their insistence as they pushed gently passed me, leaving me to shut the door behind them. I decided to make the best of it, showing them into the living room and offering them a drink.

Four beautiful eyes smiled at me as they removed their sunglasses. They removed their wet coats and headscarves revealing silk scarves draped around their shoulders. I noticed that they were wearing white silk gloves. I took their coats and wet headscarves into the hall and hung them up. After a few minutes of chatting about this and that, the weather, politics and what had happened recently in our town Anjana suddenly asked me: 

"Have you read the recent best-seller about how to kidnap and keep a prisoner?" 

"What?" I said "Has someone written a manual on how to conduct a kidnap?"

"Yes," Anjana replied.

"What use is that?" I asked. "I can understand the need for a manual on how to prepare for a job interview, or how to maintain a car, but not on how to do a kidnap. I don't believe it. You're kidding me."

Anjana smiled provocatively at me. "It's true. Ruth Maibild wrote it." She said. "Among many other tricks of the trade she tells how to make someone helpless with just two short pieces of string this long." She held her hands about 30 cm apart.

"That short?" I retorted. "I don't believe it. That's impossible!"

"It is possible." Anjana replied. "Why not let me demonstrate how she says it should be done? I haven't tried it yet. If I remember what she wrote correctly I think I can do it to you. Will you let me?"

I still didn't believe it. I nodded consent.

"Elena, you have some string?"

"Yes, Anjana."

Elena took a small ball of string from her handbag and cut two 30cm lengths with a pair of nail scissors. Anjana nodded approvingly. The pieces of string looked too short even to tie a parcel.

"OK. Now let's see if we can do this trick right. Can you stand up and turn your back towards me?"

I stood.

"Now, please put your thumbs together behind your back."

I did. Anjana wound the string around them and crossed the knot, pulling tight. The string dug firmly into my thumbs. I eased my arms. Anjana was right. I couldn't free myself from that pathetic piece of string.

"Don't struggle yet. I haven't finished. Please sit down."

I sat down on the settee. 

"Can we take your shoes off?"

I nodded. Elena took my shoes off and rolled my socks down, pulling them off.

Elena wound the second piece of string around my big toes. This time I could see exactly what she did. After circling the toes twice, she made a knot. The two ends she passed between my toes and knotted again, forcing the first turns tight. 

Now I was completely helpless. My thumbs and hands were behind me, digging into my back. My feet were held together.

"We've nearly done," said Anjana. "Does your wife still keep her scarves in the wardrobe?"

"No." I said without thinking. "They are in the cupboard in the hall."

"OK." Anjana replied. "I'll be back in a second."

She went into the hall returning with a large handful of my wife's silk scarves. Elena swung my feet up onto the settee and lowered me onto my back.

"Which one of these do you like best?" Anjana asked. "They are such a beautiful collection."

"The white one with the riding scenes." I replied.

Anjana put the other scarves beside me on the settee and spread the white one between her hands. Elena started carefully folding them into triangles. It took just a few seconds. When she had finished she walked behind the settee. 

"I'm sorry. This one is slightly stained, see..." Anjana said.

She held it scrunched in her hand with part of the material towards me. I peered at it. I couldn't see a stain even when Anjana brought it very close to my face.

Elena suddenly pulled my head back with one hand. Her other hand forced my jaw down. Anjana pushed the white scarf deep into my open mouth. She grabbed a scarf that Elena had folded so carefully and forced it over my stuffed mouth. Elena dragged it back and knotted it fiercely behind my head. 

Anjana covered that scarf with another, lapping my face up to my nose. Elena tied that one just as tightly. My feeble grunts were lost in the sound of the swishing scarves as they wrapped my head from above. I couldn't free myself from those ridiculously short pieces of string as Anjana blindfolded me with another scarf. 

"I'm so sorry to screw up your wife's beautiful scarves," I heard Anjana say, "but we wanted you helpless. Now you are and we can get on with what we came to do. Just a few more touches..."

I felt scarves tightened around my elbows and knees. As Anjana continued to talk I heard Elena going upstairs.

"...and now you are really helpless. Don't worry. We won't be long. We just want your wife's jewellery. She might forgive you for losing that. Whether she will forgive you for messing up her scarves? Or for being taken in by two small women? If I were her, I'd leave you tied up like this for hours. What do you think? Will she let you free at once? Or let you suffer?"

Elena's footsteps came back down the stairs. She went through into the kitchen.

"She's washing up our glasses," said Anjana. "We don't want to leave a mess for your wife, do we?"

They wouldn't be leaving fingerprints either, I thought angrily, not with those white silk gloves. Once the glasses were washed up there wouldn't be a trace of them. I heard the two of them collecting their coats. Feet came back towards me. A kiss was planted on my blindfolded eyes, covered by tightly wrapped silk.

"Goodbye," Anjana's teasing voice faintly penetrated my wrappings, "Thank you for being SO co-operative. Now what will your wife do to you? Think about it while you wait for her."

I heard the front door shut. I struggle helplessly in my silken bonds. I have a real fear that my wife might leave me like this. She will be furious... 



Sunday Morning



She came by for breakfast around 9 this morning – coffee, French toast with vanilla extract in the batter, and bacon. She enjoyed the contrast between the sweetness of the maple syrup soaked French toast and the saltiness of the bacon, as this was the first time she had tasted the two together. One very attractive thing about her, in a never fixed top 3 – her incredibly soft hair likely another - is how honest her enjoyment is – giving pleasure to such a person is a luxurious pleasure in its turn. And like most luxuries, better to occasionally indulge than to expect on a regular basis. 

After breakfast, we talked, restarted the fire in the woodstove, and walked around the house, looking at the various plants flowering, sprouting, and growing. The wood from the forest is neatly enough piled, and most the kid toys put away, but still, no yard and garden are that attractive in early spring. We came back inside – the gorgeous spring weather of the last 3 days is today gray and 50°. Considering that various things we like to talk about are best without others around, private time is just the first step in a woven tapestry. 

She had arrived in the way I generally prefer women – unshowered (not that there is anything wrong with freshly showered, by itself – I was), no make up, hair done in a couple of pullbacks. Adorning / braiding / brushing / pinning / tying is so easy to make hair attractive, and look interesting – but most women spend more time on make-up which generally is a waste of time, in my generally shrugged off opinion. 

The room is still full of her scent. That is a sense I fully enjoy, and the smell of her body, especially as the accepted back massage inevitably turns her on, is irresistible, leading to even better massaging, a positive feedback loop of the best type. And I only do my best massage work on bare skin – that is one of my requirements for good work. And in her case, no problem at all. She left her jeans on, and laid down, lightly kneeling with a couple of pillows supporting her stiff back. A half hour or so of working her body over with my hands led to definitely less tension. And because she had pulled off her shirt and bra a long while before. less clothing getting the way of my hands.

Cutting a lot of wood by hand makes giving a decent massage pretty casual if very enticing work, and she kept wondering if I was getting tired. Not really, and considering how hard I became leaning ever closer to her skin and rubbing her ass through her jeans, there was no way I would stop. My lips started brushing her skin as I kept smelling the perfume of her skin, somehow dark like her hair, and then my fingers started running through her exquisitely soft hair, tracing along her ears and neck, and back into her hair. By this point, we were both enjoying ourselves and getting too turned on to stop, not that we wanted to. After several minutes of lightly using my lips over her back, neck, and ears, I started to very lightly run my fingers over her back, and she started quivering at the touch, gasping at times. My other hand started stroking over her jeans, at times rubbing along her thicker seam at the V of her legs. Then the phone rang, a slight interruption, quickly answered – real life is like that.

I knelt back down beside her, and started rubbing her back, moving my hands in a pattern which sank slowly but steadily lower over her chest. Her quivering and gasping became more constant the closer I came to her breasts, and as I started to rub the very edge of her breasts, and then along the outside of her dark nipples, she started moaning without any hope of stopping, her body relaxed but still tensely waiting for more. My hand moved steadily between her glorious breast and the giving pillow, my fingers spread underneath her, and I knew exactly where her large, rounded nipple was, merely from her gasping. Her breast lay heavy but soft, and moving my other hand to her other breast the same way caused no objection from either of us – if something works the first time, it will probably work again and again. And paying attention closely to someone's pleasure at what is happening always leads to me enjoying myself in turn, a delightful spiral. 

But anything can be done too long, so I moved one hand to her ass while the other still held her breast, nipple in palm, but no longer was it being rubbed, a simple circle the only motion my hand was making, holding her breast balanced on my outstretched hand. I started stroking the taut fabric of her jeans, and my hand moved over her ass, then down along her thighs, to her knee resting on the carpet. As my hand started back along the inside of her thigh, moving up, she started to be heavier on my hand, her breast being ever more deliciously a handful of sexy woman. I played with her ass and thighs for several minutes, sometimes my hand sliding and pressing along her crotch, and the harder I became, the more she would move against my hand. 

Then the phone rang again, and after another short interruption, she rolled over, saying it was a good time to put her shirt on, since she had to leave in 15 minutes or so to go home, in time enough to casually get ready for another dancing lesson with her long time boyfriend and another couple. 

As I kneeled back down at her side, she rolled over, lightly moaning that we should stop, while her hands went back behind her, baring and raising her breasts, with the dark nipples irresistible and her turned on breathing making a gorgeous rhythm of hot liquidly rolling tits – and in this case, the difference between the words and the actions was unimportant, as she was playing her own version of our game, getting both of us ever more turned on. My hand reached out, and it was hard to understand whatever it was she may have said, as she simply started to moan as my fingers reached the breast nearest me, and started making her nipple hard, pressing together with more force the harder her skin crinkled, working her normally flat nipple into something more noticeable. Very shortly after, I bent down, unable to stop myself from kissing her on her other nipple, and as soon as my lips felt her, we were not concerned about anything except our enjoyment. There are a number of ways to enjoy a woman's breast, and carefully listening and feeling while being so turned on yourself is a good way to know which ones are best enjoyed – a swirling tongue, light biting, and as the nipple gets harder, ever more games to make it harder, easily felt when done well. After maybe 15 minutes of wet kissing and sucking, her nipples were hard, the wet one not being currently sucked in my fingers, slipping between them. In my experience, such large nipples never seem to get very erect. After I had stopped, she moaned we should stop, and said she wanted to stop, panting the while. I simply put my hand between her legs, and she started rubbing herself liquidly against my hand. I did absolutely nothing else – my hand merely stayed in the same place, without any motion of mine at all, and said nothing at all.

She started gliding her crotch along the full length of my finger, and I could feel how she shifted herself until we both knew that her spread wet lips were on each side of her jean's stitched seam and my fingers, with her clit being slid up and down, slowly faster and harder against my hand. She started to gasp, and really grind herself against me, my cock now hardening in turn from her obvious arousal, and the fact that I was the direct cause of the orgasm she started to have, at the end with her pussy simply quivering against the edge of my finger and thumb at her crotch. We slowly noticed the time, and it was around 12:45pm – not late, but definitely time to be leaving. 

As she got up in front of me to put on her halter/sports bra, I couldn't resist feeling her breasts to try seeing how hard I could make her nipples, and how they would poke through the fabric of her cotton elastic bra. A somewhat minor key fun - her large nipples never really get that erect. She ran her hands over my jeans, and after a few seconds, she was doing to me what I had done to her before. Incredible – jeans are some of the best material for playing with another person, whether a vibrator or another's hands. But the time was gone, and regardless of how wonderful her hands felt on my cock, and how much she wanted to do to me what I had done to her, she did need to leave. After a few more delicious strokes, my cock hardening more and a certain feeling in my balls, I told her to stop, more or less moaning while I moved against her hands on both sides of my cock and thigh, and she did. I then grabbed her back, wanting more, and she simply pulled away, and she and then I just started laughing, since I obviously was as completely turned on as she had been before. If you can't laugh about sex as part of life, you probably don't have the right partner. The entire thing has more than its share of absurdity, and laughing honestly with someone is a good sign of having a true partner, even if it can be hard to take first at times. And this is what makes male/female friendships a challenge, if sex is not completely ignored by two people who are interested in each other.

We are both looking forward to a hot and sunny summer, where we can keep enjoying our time alone at the lake.



Sunday Morning



She stood looking out the window in the kitchen with her tight gym clothes on. She had been awake early to do a yoga lesson and her dark hair was swept up in a loose ponytail. It was morning and the sun was barely shining through the evergreen trees that lined her backyard. A pesky squirrel was competing with some blackbirds for the sunflower seeds she had spread out on the deck just minutes ago. She was watching so intently that she didn't hear her lover sneak up behind her. He had been in the shower and smelled fresh and musky. He stood behind her and softly pressed his naked body against her and wrapped his long arms around her waist. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath. His dick felt hard against her ass and she moaned with anticipation. These were her favorite mornings.

He took her left arm and lifted it up in the air as she placed her hand on the back of his head. She had a soft touch and he loved the feeling of her fingertips on his head and neck. His head came forward and he started to nibble and kiss her neck. His arms were still tightly wrapped around her waist but as he kissed her neck, he could see that her nipples were started to harden through her white tank top. They were screaming to be pinched but he just let them sit there untouched. He knew who was in charge. As he moved his mouth slowly to her ear, she got goosebumps as his hot breath hit her ear and neck. "Are you ready to be my dirty slut?" he whispered in her ear. Without warning, he grabbed her arm forcefully and pulled it back down to her side. He took a step back and pulled her ponytail hard as her head snapped back. He kissed her mouth roughly, violently tasting her tongue. He stopped and stood over her, still gripping her ponytail. He felt his dick harden to its capacity as she stared up at him with those innocent blue eyes and he thought about his control. 

He pulled her head up, twisted her around and put his hands on her shoulders as he pushed her down to her knees. She smiled when she saw his big dick just inches from her sweet mouth. He wanted to fuck her mouth and he knew how much she wanted to taste it. She looked up, her eyes begging him. He nodded at her and watched her go after what she craved. She loved how his dick felt in her mouth and she cherished every moment. She liked to start slow and suck on the head. Her hands stayed busy and softly rubbed his balls. Slowly, she would take it all as her tongue stroked his shaft inside her wet mouth. His head dropped back and he let out a moan. Her lips were tight and her wet tongue was so warm on his cock. He looked down at her again and their eyes met. She grinned as his dick went slowly in and out. He reached down and pulled the band out of her hair and threw it on the floor. 

She was his bitch and he knew how to treat her like it. His big hands came down on both sides of her head and he tightly grabbed a hold of her hair and gripped against her head. His hips started thrusting back and forth and he felt his dick go down her throat over and over again. Her left hand reached around and squeezed his ass as he fucked her mouth harder and harder. Her right hand was in between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second and she closed her eyes and wished that he was fucking it. She slipped two fingers in her juicy cunt, then three. She looked up at him and the look on his face meant that he was about to cum. Quickly, a fourth finger went inside of her. She moaned and screamed while her mouth was being fucked as she came on her four fingers. He was staring at her now and he loved her sounds and the way she looked as she brought herself to an orgasm. The sight of her made him explode as he pulled his dick out of her mouth and shot it on her tongue. Some juice dripped down her chin but she was quick to take her fingers and catch it all. She stood up and sucked his cum off of her fingers and lifted her right hand to his face. He took her fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean, tasting her sweet pussy juices.

She walked over to the counter and grabbed her bottle of water. She took a big drink and offered some to him. As he was drinking she slipped her pants off and leaned against the kitchen counter. She never wore panties while doing yoga. She watched him finish off the bottle of water and she knew that he was such a sexy man and she was lucky to have him. He put the bottle down on the counter and approached her with a smirk on his face. They could do this all day and they often had. Both of them had an insatiable appetite for sex and for each other. They were kissing now, softly and slowly. He placed his hands on her waist and lifted her gently onto the counter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled on his bottom lip. He knew this meant she wanted to get fucked but he pulled away and said quietly "Not yet." 

He grabbed her legs and lifted them up until her pussy was spread open for him. Her feet rested on the countertop as he ran his fingertips over her inner thighs. She was panting and her breath became short as they continued to kiss while he teased her. She was almost whining now and he knew he had tortured her enough, so he knelt down and started to flick her clit with his tongue. It was swollen and he loved to tease it. She was easy to get off and that was something he loved about her. He placed a couple of his fingers in her pussy and worked it slowly. She was wiggling and moaning and he knew she was close. With a great plunge, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked on it while finger-fucking her nasty wet little pussy. 

She gasped while she grabbed the back of his head and she started scratching at it as she came hard and fast for him. His tongue went from her clit down to her hole and he darted it in and out and then buried his face as he tongue fucked her as deep as he could, which he knew would bring her to another quick orgasm. She was almost screaming now, the pleasure too much to take. After the second climax, she pushed his head away and her legs fell. He smiled and lifted her off the counter and stood her on the ground but her legs were too weak, so she fell slowly to the floor. He looked down on her with satisfaction. She looked so beautiful lying there and as he looked deep into her blue eyes, his dick felt hard again. He bent down and scooped her off the floor. She was much too valuable to him to let her lay on a hard floor. He brought her into the living room and laid her body softly on the couch. 



Sunday Morning



"I need to talk about something." Toni said as I took her breakfast tray. We'd eaten the omelets I'd made, in front of the fire.

"Let me freshen your tea. Then we can talk." Toni had been quiet since she came down stairs. What could be wrong? This was our first sleep-over. We had discussed and planned it. The concert last night was on my side of town and the round trip to her place would have put me home very late. "We're not having 'next morning second thoughts' are we?" Only our third time making love, but I thought it had been rather spectacular. Last night we had literally exhausted each other. This morning I was wakened by Toni fondling me and then climbing on top and rubbing herself up and down on my excited state. She then blew me away by squatting over me, a foot on the bed at each side of my hips, impaling herself on my cock and bouncing her hips until she collapsed forward onto my chest as she clasped me, tightly, with her pussy muscles. She had squeezed so hard that I had difficulty ejaculating. The omelet had been perfect, even if I do say so myself. What had I done to upset her?

Toni was dressed in sweats and sport socks. She was leaning forward, chin in hands, elbows on knees, staring into the fire. I placed her tea on the low table before her. "No, everything was wonderful." She turned and sadly glanced at me. "That's part of my problem. Barry, tell me honestly, do you really like me? Do you think we can become an item?" Now she was looking directly at me. "Because I like you and I believe we can. And we're so good in bed," she smiled.

Good in bed ... The first two times were delights of exploration, even if we had some awkward moments getting to know each other, but last night was fireworks! I gave her a direct honest answer. "I'm enjoying you very much and would like to continue to get to know you."

For a few minutes Toni was quiet staring into the fire. She then reached out to my hand, squeezed and said, "Thank you." 

I wondered what terrible secret she was struggling with. "I think relationships deserve honesty. I don't believe that requires the hundred and one doubts and queries we each have need to be blurted out all at once. If you have something you want me to know about you, then when you're comfortable talking about it, will be good enough for me." 

Silence from Toni, again. I warmed both our teas.

"I need to tell you now. It might make a difference to you, and we have the time this morning. I can read the Times later." Toni took a deep breath, as if resolved to go ahead, and turned facing me, one leg on the sofa under her.

"Except for a once only, with a painter working at my house, my sex life ... well there hasn't been any ... since Jim left us four years ago."

"I've had a long dry spell myself," I said.

"Barry, please don't interrupt me. This is hard enough for me with out distractions." I sat mute.

"About four months ago we had a leak develop in the shower of the hall bathroom. It took several weeks for the repairs to be made. During that time Jimmy had to shower, so he used the one in my bathroom."

Toni went on. "We got into the routine of me taking my shower and then calling Jim Jr. to wake up and take his shower."

"I don't go prancing around naked in front of Jimmy, but over the years he has come in on me and me on him so that we have seen each other nude and partially dressed, occasionally. We've never made a fuss over it. Likewise, I never thought much of him seeing me in my underwear. He certainly walks through the house in his boxers frequently. I've had to shoo him upstairs when I have had visitors, more than once.

"Well, our routine developed with me dried and in a robe after my shower, doing hair and makeup at the mirror, when Jimmy would come in, strip and get into the shower. Sometimes I was out of the bathroom by the time he got out of the shower." 

My god, she's go the hots for her son, I thought. So that was her guilty secret.

"I'm not proud of it, but I couldn't help noticing Jimmy in my mirror. He's no athlete. Jim left a full workout apparatus in the basement so Jim Jr. has used it regularly. As a result his body is well developed and buff. I couldn't help myself. I knew I shouldn't, but I looked at his body. I stared. I'd position myself so as to be able to get the best view of him when he came in and undressed. I soon realized that if I prolonged my makeup I could see him dry himself, also. A twofer," said Toni derisively. 

"The more I saw of his penis, the more I wanted to see it. Sometimes, when he first came into the bathroom he would still be partially erect. I'd fantasize about what his dream had been. If he peed, I had a perfect mirror angle. If I saw him dry himself he would lift and wipe around his prick and balls. I couldn't get enough. I thought about his body and especially his cock all day long. I had dreams, you wouldn't believe, about that body and what could be done to and for it. I even had a couple of nightmares where he had no penis or it was hacked off. Can you believe it?"

"Sounds like you were obsessed with his body." I offered.

"Obsessed, that's a good word. My day was revolving around our morning shower routine. I am so ashamed. It gets worse.

"I raised the ante. I was noticing him and I wanted him to notice me. I started calling him before I was dry so he might see me pulling on my robe. I let the sash lose so the robe would gap open when I leant forward to put on eyeliner or the like. This gave him a view of my breasts, particularly when he peed, he could look at me in the mirror. I delayed dressing so I would still be in my bra and panties when he came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I did this whenever I dressed in particularly sexy undies. Do you think I was bad?" Toni went on without waiting for me to answer.

"I think he noticed. A couple of times he made comments about my sexy underwear and once while he was peeing he told me I was "showing nip, Mom."

"So you're a letch and a tease," I joked.

"Don't jest, I'm being serious. I can't believe I did all this. Anyhow, one morning after this had been going on for a little over two weeks, I was late getting up, so I called Jimmy to shower before me so he wouldn't miss his school bus.

"I don't think I planned this. I'm sure the Freudians would say something else. Any way, after he was in the shower, I brushed my teeth and then - I swear the devil made me do it - then I took off my robe and nighty, and announced, 'I'm coming in to shower with you, move over.' And did just that."

"Whoa! Did you make Jimmy's day?"

"He said, 'Aw, Mom' and turned away from me. My heart was in my throat. What had I done? I wanted to turn and run dripping to the far end of the house and at the same time I wanted to feel and hug and caress his wet body."

By this time my imagination and Toni's story was getting me pretty excited. I started to slide down the sofa toward Toni. She held up her hands, "Keep your distance, I'm not finished."

"Your obedient servant." I slid back to my end.

"In the shower I grabbed the soap and started to wash his back. I said, 'Isn't it nice to have your mom wash you?' and got a grunt in reply. He did let me continue. What a turn on it was being so close and running my hands over the body I'd been gawking at and fantasizing about for weeks. I couldn't stop; his buns; his broad back; his arms, I soaped them all, over and over." Toni looked at me. How was I taking all this I think she was asking herself. She paused and sighed.

"I turned him round to wash his front. He was ERECT! The cock I'd lusted for each morning was saluting ME." Toni went on rapidly. "I took hold of it and started to jack it. Not gentle or timid, but with heat, with intention and firmly. 

"It only took a few strokes. He groaned and started to ejaculate cum all over my stomach. I was startled and thrilled. What a turn on after weeks of foreplay. My son squirted on me. I hugged him and squeezing against him. My belly was against his still hard prick. I pushed. With my belly I rubbed his spunk against his cock and loins. We felt and sounded slippery, grinding together. 

"Jimmy must have got really excited. At first he tried to fondle my tits, but I was pressing too close and moving against him. He then put his hands under my arm pits, lifted me on my tippy toes, shoved me back against the wall and rammed his cock into me, and fucked me as only a horny eighteen year old strapping young stud can."

Toni sighed and stared into the fire. I didn't know what to say. I know her story had me kind of worked up.

"Now you know why I had to tell you. There's more."

I tried to be serious, "I can understand that this is a very emotional experience for you, but you don't have to tell me and you don't have to go on."

"Oh, yes I do. Understand, Jimmy didn't rape me. I was more than ready. He just slipped into me. I set the whole scene up. I excited him ... and myself. 

"Hard and fast he stroked into me, crushing me against the wall. He made me cum, I screamed, he kept pumping, I cried out in tremors of ecstatic lust, and finally he erupted within me. I felt it fill me and push out of me around his prick.

"Without a word, Jimmy pulled out, let me down and stepped back under the water flow, rinsed himself off and got out of the shower. I was left shuddering, hardly able to stand, leaning against the wall, feeling so empty. He just pulled out! What had I done?"

"Been well served by son Jim, by the sounds of things," I said. The story had served me pretty well, also.

"I wasn't worth a damn the rest of the day. I didn't get any of my things done. How was I going to face Jimmy when he got home? How would we manage in the next few days. I was a wreck of self doubt, recrimination and self-loathing. I had sinned. I had scared him for life. Ruined him for a wife. I wanted to die."

"Seems to me you and Jimmy have a pretty good and loving relationship now, so something must have worked out."

Toni looked at me for the first time in quite a while. "You're right. Jimmy solved the problem. That night he walked into the house, 'Mom, my love, where are you?' He put his arms around me and gave me a big hug and kiss. A real kiss. Then he asked, 'Did my horny Mother get what she needed this morning? I sure got what I needed. God, I love you, Mom!' He picked me up and swung me around.

"I'm not going to pretend I don't have second thoughts about all this, but to cut a long story short, after days of discussion, Jimmy and I came to an agreement, and this is where it affects you. 

"In June, Jimmy starts at Boudin College. We realized we were each horny and sex starved -- me since the separation from Jim, and Jimmy since his girlfriend was wooed by a basketball jock -- and we had lusted for each other for a long time. The bathroom routine was just the icing on our cakes. So we decided to enjoy ourselves together, whenever we want, until he leaves for college."

"You mean you're having sex with Jimmy on a regular basis?"

Toni looked at me with an impish grin, "Yep, and loving every minute of it. Sometimes a couple of times a day. Other times we go for days without."

"I know Jimmy is aware that you were here with me last night. How does he feel about sharing you with me?"

"He is delighted. He has been very concerned that I was not dating enough and giving myself a chance to find someone to love. He also says he likes you. He won't stand in our way."

I said, "Stupid question, how do you feel about having two men in your life?"

"What woman wouldn't think it the best ever? Seriously, I think I showed you last night how I felt about you and I just tried to tell you how I feel about Jimmy. The question is: how do you feel about me now that you know I'm an incestuous mother, I love it and don't feel much guilt now, either?"

I started to slide toward Toni, "May I approach the scandalous woman at the end of the sofa?"

She smiled at me, but said, "Depends what you're going to say when you get here."

"Ever since I bought this condo, I've fantasizes about making love to a beautiful woman in front of this fire." I reached for the waist band of Toni's sweat shirt to pull it off over her head.

THE END

© 2009 Balmain



Sunday Morning



Daybreak arrives far too quickly. Our bedroom softly glows, lit by a morning sun filtering through the trees. Half-awake, half-asleep, my mind reluctantly emerges from a wonderful dream – a dream replaying memories of last night's sexual reverie. As I drift into consciousness, I become aware of a presence in bed with me. That presence is you: under the sheets, hidden from view, inspecting my body. Not wanting to distract you, I lay quietly while you continue your exploration.

Your body lays at a right angle to mine. I can't see what you are doing, but I can feel it. I feel your warm breath on the hairs of my leg. I feel your fingernails along my inner thighs, inching upwards towards my crotch. I feel your hair running across my sensitive skin as you move, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Hovering over my flaccid member, you run your fingertips across its length. You gently take hold of it, the warmth of your hands starting my blood to flow. You softly roll it between your fingers, pausing occasionally, as if inspecting a new-found plaything for the first time.

You once told me how incredible it was that something so small and soft could become something so large and hard. And how you delighted in holding and sucking on my limp cock and feeling it grow within the warm confines of your mouth. You relished that your beauty, your sex appeal, your talents, had such influence over my body. As I drift awake, it seems you are eager, once again, to make my flesh respond spectacularly to your loving care.

You continue your inspection - lifting and looking, tracing the veins, feeling the bumps and ridges that give you such pleasure. Moving closer, you place a gentle kiss on the head and watch for my body's reaction. Again, with the softest of touches, you place your lips upon my manhood, tenderly kissing its peak. You finish each kiss with a light swirl of your tongue across my most responsive flesh. A low moan escapes my mouth. Sensing I am coming to life, you kiss the crown a bit more firmly, followed by several licks of your tongue along my shaft. My body responds, as always, to your erotic care. My erection grows as you had hoped, filling your mouth and hands with the evidence of my lust and excitement.

You shift your body and move even closer, directly over my cock, and place its head in your mouth. You begin to suck me more energetically, more passionately. My skin is coated with your saliva. From the noisy slurps coming from beneath the sheets, I can tell you are thoroughly enjoying the task at hand. My dick grows steadily under your care, making it nearly impossible to capture its entire length. Undaunted by this challenge, you hungrily roll me around your mouth, licking with your tongue and sucking ever stronger.

My cock swells, its girth filling the available space between your lips. My length pushes against the back of your mouth. No longer able to contain me, you begin sliding your lips up and down my shaft. You eagerness to deliver my pleasure delights me. Gripping my hardness with your lips, you repeatedly travel the length of my cock, pausing occasionally at the peak to swirl your tongue around the head.

Almost reflexively, my hand travels under the sheets to take hold of my cock. You push my hand away, replacing it with your own. You wrap your fingers around the top of my shaft and slide your tongue along the underside, matching your tongue strokes with the movements of your hand. The combined action of your hand, lips, and tongue now have full control over my body. I begin to thrust my hips upward, further increasing the sensation between my erection and your fingers. I push back the sheets and watch intently as you continue licking and kissing my cock's slick sides, running your lips along its length as though you were enjoying a stick of sugar cane. Looking up at me, you flash me a broad smile, followed by a slow, sensual lick across the length of my erection.

"Good morning" you tease. "Did I wake you?"

I don't bother to answer you, instead reaching for your body. Sliding my hands down your back to your behind, I cup the soft roundness of your ass cheeks and dip my fingers into the valley between them. Following the natural path of your body, I find the sweet wetness of my destination. Upon feeling my fingers, you shift your ass towards me, offering easier access.

Feeling you wet with desire, I am compelled to pull your body around so I can get at you. I raise your leg and maneuver myself underneath your treasure. I gently pull you down onto my face, parting your lips with my tongue. Softly, I begin to lick you. I taste your sweetness, my tongue traveling across your crevice, occasionally flickering your now swollen clit. My hands roam over your ass cheeks, tracing your curves. As mouth works its magic, my fingers probe inside you, leaving you squirming with delight.

Your hand closes tight around my cock as my tickling tongue lashes out at you. You press your body down onto my face, forcing me to dip even farther into you. Greedy for pleasure, you begin grinding your body against my open mouth. Your wetness covers my lips. My hands hold your ass tightly as I try to keep pace with your body's movement. Your juices continue to flood upon me, running down my cheeks.

Sensing myself losing control, I act to prolong our fun. With a subtle buck of my hips, you release my cock from your lip-lock. My hands on your chest, I lift upwards to guide you into an upright posture. You coo lustfully as you straddle my face, placing your treasure chest directly above my waiting mouth. I begin to concentrate my affection on your clit, attempting to bring you to a level of excitement equal to my own. You sway your hips upon my face and mouth, rocking in time to my lapping. Each time I hit your mark, I feel your legs tighten around the sides of my face, squeezing me like a most enjoyable vice.

Looking upwards, I see your hands running across your body. Realizing I had neglected your breasts, I reach upwards to cup each one. I place one in each hand, gently squeezing, fondling, and rolling their fullness. I tweak your nipples between my fingers and tease them into erection. Your hands now freed, you reach down to your pleasure zone. As my tongue explores you deeply, your finger rubs the contours of your clit, causing your body to tremble with excitement.

Nearing your bliss, you shift slightly your position. You pull your lips wide apart, inviting my full attention to your clit. You rock your body in a circular motion, swaying your hips back and forth, pushing yourself down onto my extended tongue. As your legs are shivering against the side of my face, I know we are nearing your final approach. My lips reach out, capturing your clit between them. The tip of my tongue gives its full attention to the very center of your pleasure.

At last, you succumb. Your body goes taut as your orgasm arrives in force. Your head thrown back, you cry out with pure abandon. Your screams of delight further encourage my affection. My tongue, moving as a blur across your clit, causes your body to collapse upon me. Gasping, struggling to catch your breath, your head falls flush with my still prominent erection. We can do nothing but simply hold one another tight, allowing you to regain your composure. After several moments, the waves of ecstasy washing over your body slowly recede.

As we rest, I am almost lulled back to sleep by the comfort of our shared bed, the warmth of your body against mine. Our stillness ends as you climb off me. "Your turn," you whisper in my ear. Rolling on your back, you place your head on a pillow and you spread your legs wide. Not one to miss this opportunity, I eagerly move between your open invitation.

As I stand above you, you pull your knees up slightly, exposing yourself even wider. The wetness upon your sexual lips is evident, literally glistening in the sunlight. With one hand, you reach out for my cock, guiding me into your warmth. I slide into you easily. We press our bodies together, our lips and tongues connecting again. Our kisses mimic our movements. With each thrust inside you, I am rewarded with your mouth upon mine, feverishly kissing me as our shared passion grows.

Sliding my cock in and out of you, I can see the joy written across your face. Without a word, your expression alone tells me that you are again nearing bliss. My thrusts become more deliberate, focused on giving you exactly what you need. Your legs wrap tightly around me. Your hands are thrown around my back and neck. Your face is against mine, leaving your mouth upon my ear, breathlessly giving me a description of your pending explosion. With each plunge, you are brought closer to the edge. Bucking wildly, you push your pelvis even harder against me. Gazing upon you, I continue plowing inside your sweetness. After building in intensity, I feel your insights reach the summit. Your legs drop to my side. Your eyes roll back. Your body tenses up. Your lower back arches itself off the bed. You press your body tightly against mine, your sleeve gripping my shaft with each convulsion inside you. Your hips continue grinding up onto my member, pushing your exploding clit against the movements of my prick. You mumble incoherently in my ear, your words revealing nothing except your being lost in desire. Wave after wave of pure pleasure courses through your body.

Breathless, you encourage me to pursue my own release. "Baby, don't stop. Please don't stop." I continue to push myself deep into your body, the walls of your vagina still tight and trembling as you receive me. Your hands grab hold of my behind, pulling me closer towards you with each stroke. Your finger traces the line of my ass crack. One finger probes inside me, causing my balls to further tighten. You whisper your desire into my ear, your warm breath and kisses leaving me ravenous. My own explosion is introduced by a low, guttural moan. Jet after jet of cum spurts into you. Your body responds instantly to my cock pulsating inside you, coating your walls. Your body shudders all over again, joining me in ecstasy.

I pull out of you only after my cock has deposited the last of its seed deep within you. As soon as I exit you, you spin around and stuff my dwindling member into your mouth. You begin resuscitation, eagerly licking and sucking me. You hungrily devour my flesh, your suction seemingly reversing the flow of my blood. You thoroughly lick me clean, savoring the mixture of my cum combined with your own juices. I chuckle to myself, in awe of your insatiable lust and my body's ability to respond to it.

Satisfied with your rescue efforts, you turn yourself over onto your stomach and raise yourself onto your knees. Your posture leaves no confusion as to what you want. I place the tip of my cock upon your slit, and groan heavily as I watch you push yourself back upon me. Your lips stretch wide as they accept my return. My slippery cock slides easily into your warmth and wetness, deep into your body. We quickly resume where we left off: our bodies connected, moving in time with one another, our pleasure in synch.

You feel my balls slapping against your clit, and you reach down between your legs to massage them. Your fingers work to coax another load of cum from me as we fuck. Gripping your hips, I try to hold you steady as I glide in and out of your wetness. Your fingers leave my sac for your clit, where you being to work your body towards one more crescendo. Reaching from behind, I massage your tits. Your breasts are warm, flush with excitement. Your nipples are fully extended, pressing into my palms. Overwhelmed with sensation, you bury your head in the pillows, leaving your ass held high in the air. From this position, I am able to watch my pistoning prick disappears into your folds. Your sex lips seemingly suck on my shaft. Our bodies make a slight slurping sound as the cum from our earlier romp is squeezed out. Our combined juices coat my cock and foams as we fuck. This fantastic view causes me to begin driving even harder into you. In and out I plunge, meeting you as you thrust back towards me, your body swallowing me whole. I reach around you, my fingers joining you at the juncture of your pleasure. This simple touch pushes you past the point of no return. Your climax takes over, your body surrendering to the sensation of my cock pounding you from behind while our fingers stroke your sensitive clit. Your body convulses repeatedly as you ride this orgasm across the finish line.

The intensity of your orgasm leaves me no choice but to follow.

"Mmmm. I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum."

"Oh yes, baby. My mouth. Give it to my mouth," is your frantic reply.

You quickly spin around, placing your face at the level of my manhood. The juice from your pussy coats your open lips as I slide my cock between them. I thrust inside your mouth, your tongue coating the underside of my manhood each time I approach. Whenever I pause for a second, you close your lips around the crown, licking and sucking greedily until I teasingly pull away. We play this game for a moment, until you grab my ass and pulling me into your throat. It is clear what you wish for me to do.

I lean forward so my cock is pointed straight into your mouth. With your hands pulling on my ass, I am left no choice but to continue sliding between your lips. After a minute of your affection, your saliva is slathered across my length. I watch in amazement as your mouth, somehow, impossibly, takes my length inside. Looking down, I see your full attention is devoted to devouring me. I can feel the tip of my cock reaching back to touch the insides of your throat. Your loving is simply too much for me to bear.

Instinctively, I begin thrusting my hips. My explosion is imminent now, a fact my increased movement alerts you to. You grab my rod and begin stroking rapidly. With one hand you lift my balls; with the other you stroke the length of my hardness; and with your lips and tongue you kiss and lap at the crown of my cock. The result is inevitable. When the first spurt ejects onto you waiting tongue, you close your mouth around me and suck hard, drinking me in. My head thrown back, I can feel you draining me of every drop. My entire body weak, I steady myself by holding onto your head and shoulders. Only after I am completely spent do you release me. But even then, your hand continues stroking me, coaxing out the last of my cum and causing my nerves to tingle. Your hand becomes coated with my love juice and your tongue lashes out to lick me clean.

Completely spent, we collapse into one another, our desire totally satisfied for the time being. Our lips meet with passion. Basking in the afterglow of our love-making, we are satiated, content for the time being to simply kiss and cuddle. The morning sun has now set the room ablaze in light. In the distance, the kitchen clock chimes eight times. Our day has just begun.



Sunday Morning



Sunday morning - before the world has turned too far. A golden silent Sunday morning, like memory.

You lie there, caught in that deep warm pool between sleep and wakefulness, caught in the world of dream reality and timelessness. Your heart beat slow as time itself. Just breathe.

[Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah  Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica  Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla  Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir  and all the rest]

He arrives silent, spiritual, a warm ghost crossing from night to day, from dream to life, from night to Sunday morning. You don't wake, don't move. Just wait. Just breathe. But your heart knows: a double beat, a treble to to start the world turning. 

[a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries  and high above the church bells start to ring  and as the heaviness the body oh the heaviness settles in  somewhere you can hear a mother sing]

The bed moves slightly as he eases himself behind you. In your dream you smile a little, the slightest twitch, the first wakeful moment. But still you immerse yourself in the warm pool. Not wanting to lift towards the light, not able to move for comfort constraining you. His arms go round you, lifting you slightly to reach under, round and up. His upper hand rests on your shoulder warm and burning. His lower is a butterfly kiss on your stomach.

A distant song is playing, two female voices soaring to the heavens and singing to the angels.

[then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road  how much weight? how much weight?  then it's how long? and how far?  and how many times before it's too late? ]

You hear the breath, the slightest exhalation caresses you. And you wait. Stars turn and die, The galaxies become cinders and memories and then not even that. At last, at last he kisses your neck. So gently, so softly that you're not even sure. Is this the memory of another life? But your heart knows, and beats again.

and you realise that his hand on your shoulder is moving down, the burning glacier. And his hand on your stomach is moving round, in the smallest circles, the lightest touch incendiary on your nerves, lighting fires throughout your dream, throughout your body. And your heart beats again.

[calling all angels  calling all angels  walk me through this one  don't leave me alone  calling all angels  calling all angels  we're cryin' and we're hurtin'  and we're not sure why...]

And now you are aware, the heat from his body fuels your heart, slow golden flames, still in dream reality. But so much hoping it is - will be for ever - real. Kisses drift from neck to ear, the oldest feeling and the newest. his hands are still, so light, moving gently. Your mind calls "there", "there" and "please". But you are still so silent, keeping your silent stillness. Except your heart, for it knows and leaps and loves and ....begs.

Time is speeding up. your body is waking up and waiting, waiting, waiting ("There", "There", "There"). His hand has moved from your shoulder, forward, round and down. Slowly getting to the first "there". Too slowly. You've stopped breathing, all you can think about is the point, the contact, the heat from his hand. And just before the touch when you will be able to breathe again his hand lifts and jumps to cup the curve of your breast. ("Tease, Tease")

Now you start to move, pushing backwards to find his shape. Minute movements in a slow dance. 

[and every day you gaze upon the sunset  with such love and intensity  it's almost...it's almost as if  if you could only crack the code then you'd finally understand what this all means ]

He gives you the smallest bite on your ear lobe. Sunday morning is split by a jolt of lightening, electricity that flashes from your head to your toes. Now you breath, an intake of air, a sound, perhaps it's even a gasp. You sense his smile as he tracks his lips back down your neck. Now you're sure, this is morning, this real, this is now.

And he touches your nipple ("There!"). It's so hard, so suddenly, so.....connected to the rest of your body. His hand, slightly calloused, rubs you slowly and catches the centre of your soul and all of your attention. Now you're smiling too.

His lower hand pulls you against him gently. You help and in moving, touch the furnace heat of his body. His hand on your breast is more insistent but also freer. He strokes down your side in movements as soft as down, as hard as steel. 

[but if you could...do you think you would  trade in all the pain and suffering?  ah, but then you'd miss  the beauty of the light upon this earth  and the sweetness of the leaving 

You can feel him, hard in the small of your back. You want to turn to face him, to face what turns your world this Sunday morning, but he holds you tighter than before. Deep in his chest you can hear an almost purr. His upper hand returns to your nipple and rubs it harder, and then the other. Your heart knew from the start. This perfect now is just a beginning. The slow golden fire is whiter, hotter. Your wants become wider. Now you actively help, lifting a knee in invitation.

His lower hand has been ignored for too long and you push it downwards. ("There.... now there").

His teeth on your shoulder provide just enough pressure to remind you that this isn't just your dream. Isn't just any dream. And suddenly he cups you and it isn't a dream at all. 'There' no longer counts. Heart, body, soul are screaming "Now" and more quietly, back a bit, they're whispering "Please".

calling all angels  calling all angels  walk me through this one  don't leave me alone  callin' all angels  callin' all angels  we're tryin'  we're hopin'  we're hurtin'  we're lovin'  we're cryin'  we're callin'  'cause we're not sure how this goes]

The song has finished, its slow heartbeat replaced by a more urgent pulse. The light on the curtains is brighter, sharper. It's been a long time since night. A long time since dreams and spirits. 

The hand that cups you presses harder but not hard enough, not now. This moment defines you, your body has no edges, no boundaries. As he touches you, you are everywhere drawn by his hands. Each small movement discovers more, opens more, explodes a little more. Your body has become like light itself: heavy, molten, white and more alive. Alert in this dream like never before. Each move of his hands catches the air and pulls it from your body, small gasps.

His lips bite gently at your ears, your neck, your shoulder. His lower hand is now massaging your breasts with more urgency. ("Oh God, please let this never stop")

Behind you his body starts to move, a new beat, a new song. Shifting perceptibly. Now he lifts your knee, taking the chance to stroke the inside of your thigh. This undiscovered country is a map of new nerves. You can no longer separate the individual parts of your body except one ("There", "Now", "Please"). He brushes you...a butterfly brushes you? Running his fingers over and up and down, and again...again. You quiver, trapped in the light like a small animal. Your intellect, words, volition have all deserted you. You are light, and warmth, and heartbeat. More and more you are moisture and need.

You are totally his. ("I surrender")

He has been slowly moving to reposition and now the stroking fingers are replaced ("Yes" "Now"). You can feel his thickness, rubbing against your outer lips, replacing fingers with something more basic, more needy, more welcome. He moves slightly, just enough torture every nerve in your body, just enough to match your shallow breaths. But as you stretch to welcome and receive him you feel the smile on your neck again. He stops. Everything stops. Once again the stars rotate and supernovae flare. Once again you can't breath, can't think ("Tease" "Tease")

Again he moves, a steady slow pulse and his hand drifts round to rub your clitoris. Fire, electricity, shock tugs air into your chest and expels it in short sharp shots - these are gasps.

And still he moves in that slow steady pulse. The meeting point wet from you, from him, from lust, from fantasy and dreams. This must end. This can't end.

But he pulls away again to change the angle, to put his tip....("There")...to....

Just breathe.

....to...

Heartbeat stops

....to....

In one swift moment he pushes himself completely inside you. And he is yours, and you are his and you are nobody but stars. Nobody but heat. Nobody but growing light.

Now his rocking triggers new urgencies. THIS is need, all that came before a pale shadow of this Now, this Time, this You. You move to match his rocking, pushing yourself upon him, pushing him deeper and deeper into your body, into your heart, into your soul. For the first time he makes a sound, a small gasp of his own that tells you that it is not all one-sided. That it might be more even than it seemed. That his heart is beating. And you imagine then that you can feel it against your back.

Together you move and stretch and try...reaching to get closer and deeper and closer. Still finding new areas of need ("There") but now he goes there and there and there changing rhythm to reach those other parts to make it more complete. This is your time.

A new sunrise starts, not in the east but deep inside your body. No less golden and white and molten than the Sunday morning rising outside. This Sun comes more quickly, rises less gradually but fires the same new life, the same new day. Now you cannot breath, the air is too thick, the time required too long. And the new sun is in your eyes and in your fingers and in you. Deep in you, where you can feel his firmness, can feel his strength, can feel his movement.

And this Sun comes more quickly....an....an....(indrawn breath at last) ...an....explosion. A purifying fire rushes over you, through you again and again. Now the angels have come for you. You hear them in each small death, each small breath. You cry out in sadness for the world, in awe at its beauty. You cry out in sadness that this must end. Pain and pleasure have no meaning against this totality, pure feeling, pure light.

Even as you start to slow, start to breath again you feel a different beat a different urgency. behind you, round you he flexes stronger and less gentle than before. His movements in you become fiercer, the purring beast now shows his power and his demands. Now the pulse is rising, two hearts, two bodies faster. This is passionate and primitive and ignites a different fire in you. Force him upwards, force him to share your light. Or share his. This is a dancing fire on a cave wall, this is the edge of darkness.

You can feel his body tensing, concentrating, focussed. and it sends you into the light again. A surprise as it catches you and lifts you, hands clenched, screaming rising. You feel, deep inside you that he becomes harder than ever, tighter than ever. Until he shudders and you shudder again.

And breath.

For one moment drawn out the world is just you two. Sweat and fire and burned out nerves that aftershock you still. 

At last you can move again. to stretch and relax. To link back up to your body.

He leans on one elbow and cups your cheek pulling your face round a little to kiss your lips.

"Good morning my light." 



Sunday Morning



I shifted my weight on the couch and felt the spring jam into my side.

"Ouch!" I said, startled and groggy.

"You ok?" Jace asked me. He was still balled up under the sheets on the floor next to my couch. I could barely see his tangled mop of blonde hair poking out from the top.

"Darn couch is attacking me," I mused. I attempted to shift the boxers I was wear without being noticed. Lifting my hips off the couch, I lost my balanced and rolled on top of Jace.

"Well Good Morning to you too," he groaned. Emerging from his cocoon of a bed, Jace turned his baby blues on me. Could it be only last night that we fucked in his bedroom?

"Told you the couch was attacking me, kicked me off of it."

"Well then, its loss my gain," he replied, lifting the sheets off of him and pulling me under them. He wrapped one of his well defined arms around my waist and pulled me in close. This is what I love the most. This right here... But why is he doing this? My thoughts would not leave me alone. Not since last night, not since New Years.

"Ah yes, that it is," and against my better judgment, I snuggled in closer. Pressing myself into him fully; shoulder to shoulder, back to chest, legs intertwined. I could still smell the mix of our scents on his skin. Or was it my own? I couldn't tell but I wanted to just smell that always. I am a masochist aren't I? And as that thought passed through my mind, we both heard footsteps on the stairs. I sprung up and back onto the couch and Jace retreated back into his cocoon. Maddy and her boyfriend, James, came down the stairs.

"Hey there sleepy heads!" Maddy chirps.

"Ugh, what are you doing up at..." I look at the clock, "ugh 9am!" I moan.

"James and I are going to run to the college, figure out our books for the semester. Can you two put the blankets and pillows back together for me?"

"Sure, no problem. How long do you think you are going to be out?"

"Between an hour or two. Are you going to be here when I get back?"

"Yeah, I'll stay till you get back," answering that I thought about being left alone with Jace in an empty house. Nobody here to hear us, see us. We can't get caught. We can be loud and as rough and wild as we wanted. I could already feel myself getting excited. My nipples began to poke excitedly through my top, since I was wearing no bra. As Maddy and James got their things and began to leave, I was back to thinking of how I felt last night. I thought about how Jace tossed me around and abused my body by bringing me orgasm time and time again. I practically could taste his lips and tongue still. As soon as Maddy's car was pulled out of the drive way and up the street, I could feel a pair of warm hands make their way across my abdomen. It was these same hands that mustered noises of ecstasy from my soul. He snaked his hands around my torso and pulled me back down onto his make shift bed and pulled me close.

"I just want to hold you again," he muttered into my hair.

"Well I don't mind," I retorted. I snuggled up to him, wrapping my arms around his and I realized I wasn't the only one reliving last night. His pick was rock hard and pressing against my lower back as I pressed my body against his. The connection he and I shared was almost scary, or as others like to say two people one brain. His grip on me seems to tighten with every passing moment. The electricity passing between us was suffocating. We both know we should keep our composure but it's becoming too much. The dam which is our lust was about to break again.

He inhaled the smell of my hair, pressing himself even harder against me. His fingertips are running up and down my sides, tickling and exciting me. I could feel my sex begin to burn and ache for him to give it the attention it yearned for. Our feet and legs intertwined and I began to rub mine seductively against his. His fingers had no mercy against my skin, his nails scratching ever so slightly against my skin. The sensation causes me to arch my back and press my shoulders into his muscular chest. I could feel his heart practically pounding, so hard I began to hope he was losing all control too.

Our breathing rose and grew heavy with passion as our lust was beginning to take control. We were each other's personal hell. Before I could get a grip of myself, I turned to him and pushed him onto his back. Straddling him, I pressed my lips against his and he met mine with a sexual frenzy that buried any sense of moral being. Sliding myself down onto him, he entangled his hands into my hair, pressing my face even harder into his. I turned my head away from him and he continued to kiss my cheek, neck, shoulders, slightly nipping at my skin as his lips traced my delicate skin which covered my neck. A slight whimper escaped my lips and with that, he took control of me. Flipping me onto my back, my hands locked into his, he brought his mouth back down onto mine. His grip on my hands loosened and I freed them to roam Jace's body; down his back, gliding across his rippled muscles down to his toned butt. I pressed my hands flat against his ass, gripping it tightly and pulling him into me. I could feel my juices puddle between my legs.

"Oh Alissa," he groaned into my ear. His hot breath tickled me and my sex responded by throbbing for him. I pressed my hips into his and he began to rock his, grinding himself into me. My chest was heaving, causing my bosom to bounce. Like a trained operative, Jace swiftly removed my top, releasing the only piece of fabric containing my 36 C's. They sprang free from my tank top, ready for the abuse which was about to be bestowed upon them. My nipples stood firm and proud, like chocolate kisses atop a cream white mountain. Jace slide down, moving his mouth from my neck to my nipples. He attacked them with such ferocity, I nearly came. Sucking, biting, and kneading by breast. As he switches from one nipple to the other, I let out a moan, an indication of the state I was in.

"Jace, you are not playing nice," I gasped, "you... you're... oh god that feels so good." Jace stops and looks up. I take his moment of hesitation to take control again. I turn him back over, the sheets entangling around us. With him on his back, I sat up, my breast firm and round on top of my chest. Jace reached up towards my breast, but I caught his wrist. I pinned them down above his head, my nipples gently gliding over his own.

"Don't you move now," I growled to him. I gave him my best seductive look and released his wrist. I inserted my fingers into his waistband, pulling his boxers down. His prick sprang up once released from its entrapment. I could see the precum glistening and knew that he was barely containing himself. Licking off the pre-cum, I grasp the base his member in my hand and begin sucking, stroking him with my tongue. I continue to lick, suck, and tease Jace. After I torment him long enough, I begin gathering speed as I sucked him off. Jace let out a growl deep within his chest and with that, I took his entire prick into my mouth.

"Oh Christ Alissa!" Jace moaned. I continued to manipulate the swollen head of his member, every few movements I taking him all. I began to hum sending vibrations through my mouth and he responded by thrusting his hips towards my face. I continued this, changing from humming to running my tongue up and around his member who was continuously and fiercely worked in and out of my mouth. I massaged his engorged member between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

"Uh... Alissa.. Oh, please. Christ." I came off him with a pop and smirk his way. Jace pulled my face back towards his and kisses me again. He ran his tongue against the roof of my mouth and tuned me back over onto my back. He slid his hand down my stomach and quickly removed the boxers I was wearing. There we were, naked, smelling of sex, and just getting through the foreplay.

His fingers go back down, running lightly over my skin, stroking my pussy lips softly, teasing me into oblivion. I claw up and down his back, leaving scratch marks, evidence of my lust and passion. Jace's sensual assault moved to my clit. He slips two fingers, in and out, rubbing my clit with his thumb, little circles, causing me to moaning softly. I lean my head back and close my eyes, concentrating only on how wet my pussy is, how swollen my clit is, and I can hear his breathing change and he starts to move his hand faster. Jace decided he had tempted me long enough and repositioned himself between my legs. I could feel the head of his prick rub against my entrance and I raise my hips, hoping to force him into me, but Jace pulled away.

"Oh no you don't," Jace growled. And before I knew it, in one swift motion, he thrusts his entire prick into me; my pussy enveloped and milked his member. It felt even better than last night and my moan was evident of that.

"Fuck me. Hard. Now!" I whimpered. Jace didn't need another command. He began to pump himself in and out of me. I raised my hips to meet his every thrust. My animalistic instincts took over and I could not bear it any more. He squeezes my breasts as he pounds his throbbing shaft into my tight, open pussy as I wrap my legs around his waist, closing any gap between us. His grunts and growls mixing with the deep make me drip with my love juices. My sex was beyond throbbing. I could feel that wave build up. My toes began to curl, my hips bucked. I was coming and coming hard. Jace continued to fuck me through my orgasm. The walls of my hole spasm around his throbbing prick. He collapsed on top of me. Slick and wet with sweat and smelling beautiful. I was out of breath, still trying to regain consciousness from the intensity of my orgasm.

"Get on your knees," Jace ordered. I looked back up at him, he was so intoxicating. I had to obey. He got off of me to allow me to move, and I turned around from him, placing my torso onto the couch, my knees on the floor. Jace parted my legs with his own, his member covered in my juices. He found the entrance to my hole again, it was still wide open and he thrusted himself back into me. His hands on my hips, he controlled the rhythm. With one hand on my hip still, the other made its way up to my breast and pinched and pulled my nipple. His touch made my sex set on fire again. He pumped harder and harder. Both us panting and moaning, his deep from his chest, mine short, loud, and breathless. His hips began gyrating faster and faster, driving me towards an earth-shattering climax. 

Jace collapsed on top of mw; our bodies in a sweaty tangle as we both tried to recover from our orgasmic bliss. The feeling of him pressing his chest against my back enticed me, completed me. 

We both slid off the couch and fell to the floor, still within each other's embrace. My hair stuck to my face and Jace went to kiss my shoulder when I turned to look at him. Our eyes met and we knew what happened was wrong, but it felt so right at the same time. There was no explanation as to why our deadly attraction was as intense, but the passion it sparked could not be denied as to be anything less than cosmic. Just like every other time, he kissed my cheeks, lip, eye lids and forehead. He brought my head to his chest and held me tight.

The smell that was created between him and I was burned within mind. Forever to be associated with us and the passion we shared. After a few minutes of holding each other, we knew it was time to make it all seem as if it didn't happen. We gathered our clothes and got dress. Then we put the living room back together, hiding all evidence of what just occurred. I gathered my belongings and headed for the door. Well can't say it wasn't a way to start a Sunday. As I reached for the handle, Jace turned me around and kissed me good bye. It was soft, tender, apologetic. 

"Drive safe, ok?" Jace asks.

"Don't I always? I respond, both of us trying to put back on the mask that hides our lust and passion from one another, as well as the world. 



Sunday Morning



As Cindy arrived home from church...she thought about all the errands she'd have to run and the fact her parents were expecting her to visit and to listen to them rehash their senior citizen bus trip for the eleventh time. The good thing about church was the feeling she got when she felt the world come off her shoulders for a little while. She wore a multi colored dress with spaghetti straps to allow her sunburn to heal a bit better. As she walked into her warm house...she was tempted to change to shorts and a tank top except that she felt too lazy to change. As she started clearing the dishwasher...she felt a presence that she wasn't expecting. Her breathing began to get deeper as she heard his voice behind her. 

"How was church...my pet?" he asked. Her breathing stopped for a moment before she responded back. 

"It was fine...Master. I was a good girl this morning." Her response was curt. She could feel her pussy start to get wetter as she felt his breath on her ear. 

"But I wanted you to be bad..." he whispered. He knelt down and pulled the bottom of the dress upwards a bit so that her granny panties were showing. She immediately turned red knowing her master did not like them and forbade their use when he was present.  

"Master...I wasn't expecting you today. So I wore..." her speech was cut short by the feeling of him rubbing her pussy through the panties. She moaned involuntarily. He then stood behind her and let the dress fall back into place. 

"I was supposed to have the kids today. The bitch forgot to tell me when they were going to the beach. So I get to spend my time with my pet. Or would you rather I go so you can be the good girl?" His last question was more sarcastic than inquisitive. She turned to him. 

"I-I-I- I just wasn't expecting you Master. That's all." As she turned towards him....he grabbed her wrist and led her towards the bedroom. It was a few moments before they reached her bed and her master pushed her onto it so she landed on her hands and knees. He smiled wide before he reached down and pulled the dress over her rear end. The granny panties were in view. He playfully tutted before pulling them down below her now exposed pussy. 

"Even if I am not present...my pet...you are still not to wear these. I would have expected you to remember that these do nothing to flatter your gorgeous ass. I am going to have to spank you for it." The last sentence he spoke was more as sarcasm again because he knew how much of a pain slut she was. She loved her ass being as pink as her favorite butt plug. As he grabbed the flogger...she was frozen there motionless. The first smack was sudden and she yelped a bit before she composed herself. 

"One..." she responded. He struck her with it again. 

"Two..." she responded. In her mind she made a resolution to trash every pair of granny panties she had in her drawers. The spanking continued as he kept swatting and she kept counting until she reached thirty. There were a few quiet moments before she felt his tongue slide into her pussy. 

"Mmmmmmmm..." she cooed as his tongue started to snake its way between her lips. Her knees began to get weaker while his tongue started to slide up and down to absorb her juices from the spanking until he stopped suddenly. She wanted to moan in protest...simply because she wanted to cum on his tongue. Her protest would have been short lived because she felt him slide his length inside of her. Her mouth opened and a moan came out before she felt him take her dark locks into his hand and her moans became louder. As she edged closer to climax...she started to hear knocking at the door. She heard him cursing under his breath as he pulled out. As she rolled onto his back...she saw his naked ass walking towards her front door. 

The door partially opened and she heard her neighbor complaining about the noise. She thought in her mind how much of a busybody her neighbor was. She then heard her master charm her enough and admonish that he just got back from a business trip and they'll try to be quieter before he slowly closed the door. As he walked back into her bedroom...she could hear him grumble a little bit before he put himself back into his dominant mind set. 

"Slut...I need my cock hardened." It was more of an indirect command than a request as she slid onto the floor. She took the opportunity while he was talking to the neighbor to slip off the offending panties so her knees were not tied together. As she took his length into her mouth...she could taste her juices on him. She loved the taste of her on him. In her mind...it was like her mark on him although she had marked him many times in the past since this divorced father of two met her at the local grocery and became her dominant. As she greedily swallowed his cock...she felt him start to waver a bit.

"Oh God...Cindy....I'm gonna cum..." The climax felt good exploding inside her throat. She loved...no...craved her master's cum down her throat. As she swallowed his offering...she had a slight bit of doubt as to whether she would get a chance to finish the teasing he began. Her master sat on the bed before resuming his control. 

"On the bed now slut....dress up....I need to see your cunt." He usually never was that vulgar. As she hurried to comply with his wishes...he grabbed her favorite glass dildo from its preferred spot and started to slide it into her pussy. She felt it as he used it on her with his tongue making occasional licks on the tip of her clit. The orgasm was edging closer before he looked up at her. 

"I want my reward..." he said before he slid his tongue onto her clit. As she started to cum....he pressed his tongue against her clit on top of the toy to taste her sweetness. Her eyes closed before she lay lifeless on the bed. As much as he wanted to take more of her...he realized she had things to do. 

"My pet...time to get ready." She smiled at him lazily. 

"Master...can you go to my parent's with me? You know I hate drinking there alone."

"Sure I can..." he answered. "Just make sure you put on the pink boy shorts. I never want to see you in grannies again." 

She smiled as she looked up at him. Her parent's won't be so hard to deal with after all.



Sunday Morning



Waking up on a Sunday morning is always something that has always been very refreshing to me. I'm not sure why, but I think it is just the fact that I know I have nothing to do and nowhere to be. There is a steady calm to the day that you don't get from any other day of the week. 

Rolling out of bed I look over at my wife with a little smile on my face knowing that a bomb couldn't wake her up, so instead I go to the bathroom to take my morning piss and start the shower to get ready for the day. I'm not sure why the first piss of the day is the best, perhaps from a whole night of not peeing, but feeling my urine flow through me in a steady stream into the toilet bowl was a feeling of relief. My head cocks back and my eyes roll behind my head as the steady stream soon turn into a small trickle that brings me out of my delirium. I shake the few remaining drops off the tip just in time to feel the steam that is starting to form from the running shower. 

I step in carefully, even with the rubber mats on the floor I've always been cautious, and let the water hit my face and chest with just enough power to heighten the rest of my senses. I feel that the water is a little too hot, so I balance out the temp by turning on the cold water enough to make myself comfortable. 

I just stand there under the water and let it hit my face and run down my body. First it runs down my neck as it seems to find all the comforting cracks in my veins and my muscles. Then it comes to my chest, where it seems to find a nice valley between my pecks and the cavities of my stomach. When it reaches my cock, I feel some of the water part and run down my legs and some of it runs to the edge of my flaccid member and runs down a stream to hit the bathtub floor. I turn around and lift my arms over my head so that the water will find a path down the middle of my spine and run straight into the crack of my ass and down my legs. 

The sense of comfort overwhelms me as I turn to face the shower head once again.

I hear a faint noise coming from behind me. I slowly turn around to meet eyes with my wife. She wraps her arms around me and gives me a kiss. God she's beautiful. I have my arms around her and turn so that she is in the steady stream of water. I watch her close her eyes in anticipation for the water to playfully run over her body as it did mine. I can't help but look down at her breast as they start to glisten from the water running over them. I move my hands down and grab as much of her ass as my hand will allow and lift her up on her toes. She smiles and lets out a giggle that she knows always makes me go mad. She looks at me with a mischievous smile on her face, and then releases me from her grip and slowly moves to one side of me until she is behind me. She presses against my back and I feel her tits as they squish against me and spread out around my back. She pushes against me so hard that I put my hand up on the wall to keep myself from falling over, as I do so she slides her tits down my back until they are over my ass, where she shakes and moves her tits teasing my ass and making me go insane. 

I am suddenly a fly caught in the web of my wife's passion. 

There is a change of feel to my ass, instead of the heavy softness of breast rubbing my ass cheeks, I feel her hands grabbing firmly on both sides of my ass. I clinch my ass muscles a little from the surprise but soon relax and let her have her way with me. She moves the palm of her hands on circles for a while, but then uses her nails to dig down on both my cheeks, running her nails from the top of my cheeks to the bottom and back up again but this time with only the slightest bit of pressure making me almost feel like I'm being tickled. 

When she feels like she has had enough fun playing with my ass she slowly moves up, letting her breast brush against me soft and sensuous. I feel like I might be able to support myself standing again, so I let go of the wall and lean back into my wife. I soon feel her hands slowly making their way around my body and onto my chest. I feel like it is my turn to take back a little control, so I let my hands fall along her side until I can grab her hips and parts of her thighs. I think she knows my thoughts of trying to gain a little control back, so she moves her hands down my stomach until she reaches the area where my cock and balls meet, then wraps her hands around both of them as if she is trying to package them for later. All the while she is standing on her toes nibbling my left ear. I finally realize that I'm not going to get any control back and lose myself into her will. 

Her hands are still wrapped around my man parts only now she is using her right hand to slowly jerk my now rock hard cock, with her left she begins to roll my balls around like she is getting ready to use them as dice for a crap game. The pace of the jerking begins to pick up tempo a bit but not enough to get me too excited, just enough to keep my cock nice and hard. I feel her hand release my balls and move around back to my ass, where she begins to run a finger up and down the crack only stopping slowly on my hole to give me a tease. I turn my head to look at her and I know she can see the lust in my eyes with every one of her movements. I feel the finger finally stop running up and down and stopping on my asshole where she begins to press and make little circle right around my tight little hole. 

Every part of me is in total ecstasy, with the stoking of my cock and the playing of my asshole. Soon I feel the tempo increase on my cock, while the pressure increases. I roll my eyes back at my wife and all I see from her is a devilish grin as she increases the tempo of the jerking. I have just enough will to whisper, "I'm going to cum," at what point she releases my asshole and grasp my cock with both her hands, then proceeds to rapidly jerk my cock, as if there is a prize to be one by making me come. She rises again back on her toes and whispers, "cum for momma," right before she grabs my ear lobe with her teeth to give it a gentle tug. 

I lose all control of myself and cum starts exploding out of me like it is backed by dynamite. It sprays all over the bottom of the tub, the walls and down the drain. My wife still has both hands wrapped around my cock and is slowly milking every last little drop, completely draining anything left in my balls. She reaches up and squeezes the tip causing my leg to shake, and with her right hand releases a small left over bit of cum that she gathers and then brings around to her mouth where she begins to lick her hand clean. 

"You always taste so good. Yummy. You finish up and I'll go make breakfast." She says with the kind of perky pep you hear from valley girls. The back of the shower curtain moves back and bit of cold air rushing into the area. I'm bent over with my hands on the wall trying to get my wits about me, when I feel a nice slap on my ass that brings me back to reality. When I hear the door shut, I am finally able to catch my breath again and can do nothing but smile as I finish my shower.



Sunday Morning



He wakes up slow, arms stretching above his head. Already positioned between his legs, I wrap my hand around his hard cock and squeeze firmly. Leaning over, I take the swollen head of his cock into my mouth, working my tongue around every contour. He exhales in a soft moan, his head turning from side to side on the pillows. I move my lips slowly up and down his shaft, my lubed hand gliding up and down in unison. I hear his breath catch, and peer up to see his half-opened eyes fixed on me. Keeping eye contact, I move my mouth all the way down his thick shaft. Keeping my hand tight around him, I reach underneath and start to gently play with his balls, cupping them in my hand. His eyes close, and his upper body stays completely still save for the movement of his chest as I explore and tease every inch of him. Gripping his cock tightly, I suddenly increase the suction with my lips and quickly slide up and down his shaft as he moans and his hands clutch the pillow so hard his knuckles turn white. When his breathing starts to become erratic and heavy, I deliberately slow down, leisurely enjoying teasing him. My tongue flicks across the tip of his cock, savoring the pre-cum and sending chills up and down his spine. 

By now, he knows the rules of this game. Move and I stop. Stay completely still, and I continue. Beg, and I just might give you what you want right away. Say anything other than "please", and you're in trouble. 

He sighs contently, his eyes still locked on me. I flick my tongue playfully on the sensitive tip of his cock, and then move away to retrieve a box from the nightstand. Making my way back to him, I open the box facing him, revealing a single strand of pearls. I take them from the box, setting the box on the other side of the bed. Undoing the delicate clasp that holds the necklace together, I wrap the strand around his lubed cock, trapping the pearls with my hand. Lazily, I stroke the pearls up and down his shaft, his eyes rolling in the back of his head from sheer bliss. The pearls massage every inch of his cock as I twist my hand around his shaft. I bend down to take the head of his cock in my mouth, adding to the sensations overwhelming him. Whimpers escape his mouth as his breathing quickens once more. 

"Please," he whispers, not looking at me, his voice deeper than it normally is. I squeeze his shaft firmly in response, as he fights his body's urges to move. 

Ignoring his plea, I work my tongue all around the underneath of his sensitive head, matching my pace with the pearls, his body jerking and twitching in pleasure. He moans, thoroughly enjoying the slow tease. 

I back off from his throbbing cock, leaving the strand of pearls wrapped gently around it. I crawl up towards him, my body naked except for an old white t-shirt of his. I make my way up to his face, pausing to chastely kiss his full lips, before leaning back up on my knees and positioning myself above his face. Spreading my legs as wide as I can while still supporting my weight, I begin to rub my clit just out of reach from his lips, one hand on the wall in front of me to keep me from falling over. 

My moans of pleasure echo off the light yellow walls of the bedroom, the rising sun giving him enough light to enjoy the view. 

"Please, baby, please, please," he begs, wanting me to move just a little closer and let him lick me until I cum. I dip down, and quickly straighten back up, enjoying the look in his eyes and the hint of desperation in his voice. 

I start to tremble and shake, having a difficult time holding myself above him as I get closer and closer to coming. I slide down, hovering just above his face. His tongue eagerly licks my clit, flicking over that sweet spot until I cry out for him. His lips latch on to my clit, his tongue moving up and down as he sucks on it, until I'm right on the edge of oblivion. He blows directly on my clit, sending shivers dancing up and down my spine. He knows to wait, to let me decide when and where I'll cum. 

Trembling, I slowly slide down him, until the tip of his cock is right outside my pussy. Holding myself above him on all fours, I rock back and forth, allowing only the tip of his cock to slide inside. I pin his arms down with my hands, and slip just the head of his cock inside of me as I work my hips in a slow circle. I'm wet enough, with his tongue and the lube still on his cock, that there's no resistance as I slide all the way down on his thick cock, the pearls still wrapped around his shaft. I lean back, my hands playing with my breasts as I gyrate my hips, the pearls rocking back and forth inside of me as I grind my clit on his pelvis. 

His moans and whimpers add to my arousal, my wetness soaking him and the sheets beneath us. My every movement causes the pearls to rub inside of me. The sheer pleasure of every sensation causes me to throw my head back, my fingers pinching my nipples tightly as I raise and lower myself on his hard cock. My moans turn to whimpers as I slowly approach orgasm, my body shaking, my tight pussy clenching against his shaft and the pearls. 

"God, baby, please. Please, please, please don't stop." His words come out breathlessly, his hands tightly grasping the pillow above his head, as he fights to control his urge to push himself deep into me. I lean forward, positioning my full breasts so as I move they gently hit his face. I take my hand, and trace the outside of his lips with my nipple, allowing him a couple of tongue flicks before moving it away again and repeating the movement with the opposite side. 

I push his wrists down into the bed, and slam myself down on him, the noise of our bodies coming together echoing off the walls. His loud moans turn almost to growls of pleasure as I ride him, my nipples softly rubbing up and down his chest. His back arches, and I take advantage of this, grinding my clit even harder on his pelvis. I put one hand behind his head, forcing him to look up at me. 

"You like this baby? You want this?" I ask him, my words come out breathless, as I keep up the pace I've set. 

"Yes, god yes. Please, baby, please let me come like this, please." He begs. I can tell already he's so, so close to going over that sweet edge. 

"No." I tell firmly tell him. I can see the disappointment flash for a second in his eyes, but I ignore it. I have more than this in mind to please him with this morning. "You can make me come like this, but you're not allowed to come just yet." I say to him, a hint of mischief in my voice. 

"Prop yourself up on your hands." I command him, and he obeys. The change in position allows him even deeper access to me, which I take full advantage of, careful not to push him over the edge and make him come yet. I stop riding him, and just grind my hips into him, feeling his cock caress my cervix softly. The pearls slide around inside of me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. 

I lean forward so my nipples can brush across his chest, gyrating on his cock. I grab him tightly by the jaw, bringing his face closer to mine as I capture his lips with my own. My tongue grazes his, my nails lightly scratching down his back, being careful not to dig in too deep. I know how much pain he likes, and exactly how to give it to him in a way that makes him beg for more. I quickly nibble his lower lip, before leaning back, not trusting myself to do more. I put one hand on his shoulder, and lean my body back to put on a show for him as I move his cock all around inside of me. I start to lose the rhythm as I come, my head thrown back, and my screams and cries echoing around the room. 

His body is shaking, his eyes closed in concentration, trying so hard to please me and not come until I say so. I slowly slide off of him, the sensation sending ghosts of shivers up both of our spines.

"Lay down." My tone is low, my voice almost scratchy. 

He almost collapses on the bed, the look in his eyes pleading, his hands resting above his head. I re-wrap the pearls around his cock, and grip it tightly in one hand. I lower my head, and quickly flick my tongue against his cock. I glance up, watching his every reaction. His eyes are wide open, not wanting to miss a thing. I slowly slide the pearls up and down his shaft, knowing at this point it won't take much to bring him. I slip the head of his cock in my mouth, and increase the suction until he cries out in pleasure, and keep sliding my hand up and down, leisurely. My tongue darts all around his cock, lapping up the taste of my juices and his pre-cum. 

"God, god, god," he chants, his chest heaving with desire. I place my other hand on his hip, to remind him to keep still and let me play with him as I like. I can feel him fighting his desire to thrust, as I squeeze the pearls harder against his shaft. His eyes are half closed, and I know it won't be long now until he can't hold back. 

"Say please." I say, my voice full of mischief, my hand twisting the string of pearls around his well lubed cock. 

"Please..." his words almost end in a low scream, his eyes barely open. I look into his eyes as I take his cock into my mouth again, letting him know with a look that now, I'll give him what he wants, what he needs. 

I increase the tempo, moving my hand and mouth faster up and down his shaft, his whimpers and sighs getting louder and louder. His back arches, and I slide his cock as far into my mouth as I can get it, the pearls wrapped tightly around his thick shaft, squeezing him as he comes. His hands mangle the pillow, ripping it unconsciously as he comes down my throat. 

As he finishes, I flick my tongue against the sensitive spot right underneath his head, making him jerk and twitch as the sensation plays throughout his body. His breathing is starting to catch up, and he swallows hard, gasping for air as he comes down from the overwhelming orgasm. 

"Good morning, sunshine." I say with a playful laugh, quickly kissing his cock before leaving to clean up and start breakfast.



Sunday Morning



I leaned back and let out a relaxing sigh. Today had all the makings of a great day. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, I was out by the pool, and I had the lips of a skilled cock-sucker wrapped firmly around my dick.

Carmelita kneeled in the shallow end of the pool, her body underneath the water and her head bobbing on my cock, while I sat on the side with my legs submerged in the pool. I let out a moan and put a hand on the back of her head. Carmelita swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and started slurping it like a straw. I had the sudden impulse to buck my hips as hard as possible and finish off inside her mouth.

"Slow down," I wheezed. "I don't want to come yet..."

"Yes, sir," she said in a sultry voice. 

After few more minutes of Carmelita's blowjob, I had to push her away. She floated back into the pool and smiled while I stood up and held a hand out for her to follow. She stood up, revealing one of the best bodies I've ever had the pleasure of fucking. Carmelita had always had a good body, but something had changed her body for the better. Having our daughter Pennelope had really shaped Carmelita's body into a curvy masterpiece.

Her breasts, hips, and ass had all went from exceptional to works of art in the year that passed since I'd gotten her pregnant. Today was the first time we had fucked since she gave birth three months ago, and I wasn't about to waste the opportunity by coming during a blowjob.

"Let your hair down," I said as she stepped out of the pool. 

"Tell me why..."

"I want to see it move and bounce while I fuck you."

"Yes, sir..."

I led Carmelita to the canopy by the pool. Underneath the canopy was an outdoor bed. If I tried to count how many times Carmelita and I had fucked on this bed, I would probably lose count at some point. She let her hair down, the long raven locks tumbling down from her head and down to the small of her back. I grabbed Carmelita by the waist and kissed her. We spent a few minutes making out before I pushed her down on to the bed. I grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times while she rubbed her clit to get the juices flowing.

She spread her legs and allowed me entry into her pussy as I climbed on to the bed. We kissed a few more times while I lined up my cock and pushed inside. I cursed a few times when I felt the resistance my cock met. Looks like someone had been doing their kegels.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I whispered as I started to thrust.

"I wanted to be tight for you. This pussy is yours... papi."

My throat let out a groan when she added that last part. Carmelita knew talking dirty in Spanish is one of the things that gets me off. I picked up speed with my thrusting. I pushed through her tight pussy and hit bottom at her cervix with the head of my cock. I put one hand beside Carmelita's head, the other on her right breast. I tweaked her nipple, sending her into a pleasurable babble of Spanish. I started thrusting faster, stretching her tight pussy a little more with each thrust. She ran her hands down my back while her legs wrapped around my waist. I looked down at her and loved the sight before me. Carmelita, impaled on my cock with her beautiful hair splayed all across the bed, her fingers going to town on her clit while her face carried a look of pure lust.

I reached down and rubbed Carmelita's lips with my thumb. She reached out and took my thumb into her mouth, sucking on it while we fucked. She kept moaning, working her clit while I kept up ramming her pussy.

"Dámelo, papi," she whispered. "Vete a la mierda tu putita!"

The thumb sucking and Spanish combined with the normal stimulation to send that old familiar feeling in my balls.

"I'm close, baby," I grunted. "Can I come inside of you?" 

"Sí, papá. Esta es su coño, dame tu leche"

I took that as a yes and kept plowing. My cock started throbbing after a few more thrusts. I positioned myself so I could stare into Carmelita's sparking emerald eyes while I came. I let out a moan and felt my cock explode inside of her. A second later, her pussy clamped down on my cock as she came as well. 

"Vamos dentro de mi coño, papá," she yelled. 

We kissed, our tongues darting and playing inside our mouths. I rolled off of Carmelita and on to the bed beside her. She nuzzled up neck to me and kissed my shoulder and neck. I reached down and pinched one of her nipples.

"Ow," she said in mild surprise. "Stop. They're 

still sensitive."

"I didn't hear you complaining a few minutes ago when I was playing with them."

"We were fucking. You could chop my head off in the middle of sex and I wouldn't notice until after I've came."

We talked in the afterglow. I asked about Pennelope, how they were for money. All the while Carmelita kept rubbing her pussy and the collection of our juices seeping out of her. I told Carmelita there was money for her on the nightstand in the master bedroom. The usual plus some extra for Pennelope. After a few minutes, she got up and started back into the house to finish up while I went into the pool for a quick swim, cleaning off any remnants of our coupling.

Satisfied, I climbed out the pool and found my swim trunks. I slipped them on and laid back down on the outdoor bed to take a nap.

"John... John..."

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. The sun wasn't where it was when I closed my eyes, and now my wife was standing over me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. We're home."

"Have a good trip?" I asked. "How was your mom?"

"Same story, different day. I see Carmelita came by... I wish I could have been here. Glad to see she cleaned the drapes, they've been needing it... How did she look? Any different then when she left to have her kid?"

"She looked like she had a baby recently," I said noncommittally. 

"And you gave her that bonus?"

"Sure did," I mumbled. 

"Good. I'm going to go make some lunch. I'll call you when it's ready." She reached down and kissed me on the cheek. "Glad she took care of everything."

"Yeah," I said once my wife was out of earshot. 

"She took care of everything."

I rolled back over on the bed and closed my eyes. As great as this morning was, I was already looking forward to next Sunday morning when my wife and kids went to church and our maid would come by to take care of everything once again.



Sunday Morning



Sunday morning after our evening of my wife dancing, flirting, kissing and being groped by a horny good looking younger man, and I woke really early, with a huge hard on, and nothing on my mind other than what my wife got up to the previous night, and what she might be going to do next Saturday. Time dragged slowly as my mind turned the events over and over. On the one hand I was incredibly turned on by what had already happened, while, on the other hand, I was scared to death that she would actually go through with it and let this guy Paul fuck her.

Eventually my wife woke up, and without saying anything she started fondling the head of my rigid cock.

"Good morning big boy. Obviously you are as turned on as I am by what went on last night. Come on and fuck me, I'm so horny!"

I rolled on top of her and she guided me into her hot, steamy cave. I started to thrust in and out straight away, as she didn't need any foreplay.

"That feels so good baby, were you thinking about last night, and it got you hard?"

"Yes."

"I'm turned on as well. I can't stop thinking about how good it felt to have Paul's fingers inside me, with his thumb flicking my clit. Were you thinking about that as well?"

"Yes."

"I keep remembering how hard his cock felt in my hand. He's big, you know, maybe even bigger than you, and much younger, of course, so he'll have more stamina. Do you agree?"

"Yes, I suppose."

"There's no suppose about it. The question is, should I let him fuck me?"

"I know."

"And what have you decided?"

"I'm not sure."

"You're getting very close aren't you?"

"Yes, I don't think I can stop!"

"That's ok, my love, you can cum as soon as you like, and I'll close my eyes and pretend it's Paul fucking me."

"Thank you my love. Oh God, I'm cumming!"

"All finished now my love? That was very quick. Now you need to get your lovely tongue to work between my legs. Take it slow, I want to have a nice relaxing time thinking about Paul, and his clever fingers and strong arms, and big hard cock. You can taste your cum and imagine that it's Pauls cum. Ok my love?"

She didn't wait for an answer, just pushed down on my head.

I lapped away at her pussy lips, slimy with her arousal and my own cum, wondering whether I would soon be licking Paul's cum out of her satisfied sex. I moved quickly to her clit, and in only a couple of minutes she was getting excited. I felt her hands take hold of my balls, which were conveniently suspended next to her hand, as I was head down between her legs, slurping furiously. I could hear her getting closer, and feel her arousal through the strength of her grip on my balls, so I increased the rate of flicker of my tongue on her clit, and she increased her gasps, and her rate of breathing, and squeezed my balls even harder. Her grip on me became really painful as she started to hit her peak, and just as she shouted my favourite words 'I'm cumming!' she crushed my vulnerable balls in repeated attacks, squeezing with all her might as each wave rode over her.

Eventually she started to calm down, and she stopped her staccato squeezing, but her grip was still very firm, and I waited patiently for her instructions.

"We need to have a proper talk this afternoon my sweet, do you agree?"

Another hard squeeze.

"Yes my love."

"To decide what we are going to do about Paul, whether I'm going to let him fuck me next Saturday, or not. You seem to keep vacillating, saying yes when you're having sex, then not sure at other times. I'm not saying it's your decision, my love, but I'd like to be sure where you stand before I make my decision. I think we'd best ask Carol to get involved as well, do you agree?"

Two quick hard squeezes.

"Yes my love, I agree."

"Good, now go and shower."

A hard whack to my exposed bum followed this remark, so I scurried off to shower.

Early Sunday evening, it was still sunny and warm, so my wife, Carol and I sat ourselves on garden chairs on the lawn in the part of the garden which is still sunny until late. I poured glasses of wine for all three of us, and we relaxed and chatted about this and that. After a while my wife's tone changed.

"We need to talk about what I'm going to say to Paul when he rings."

"I agree," Carol chipped in.

"I've come to a decision which I think will help us. Carol, I want to see what you've got on my husband. I think it's distorting what he says, and also it might have a bearing on my decision about Paul."

"Oh ok, no problem."

"Please, do you have to?" I pleaded.

"Yes I do, how bad can it be?"

Carol got her ipad, and set it running through the pics and the movie of me wanking into a pair of my wife's worn panties.

"I see, so that's what you get up to when I go to work, masturbate into the panties I wore the day before."

"I'm so sorry my love, I promise I won't do it again."

"Why would you say that? I think it's really sweet. It shows me how much you still love and desire me, and that you think about me when you wank. You do think about me don't you?"

"Yes my love, I always think about you."

"So was it true that you imagine me having sex with other men? Or was that what Carol told you to say?"

"It's true, that's one of the fantasies I think about when I'm wanking."

"Is it the main one?"

"Yes my love."

"Hmmnn, we'll need to investigate all your other fantasies, let's try for another one. Do you, perhaps, fantasise about me locking your little penis up in a steel chastity cage?"

"Ermm, well..."

"Come on, tell me, yes or no?"

"Yes, sometimes."

"Good, that's what I suspected."

"So, we had fun playing with your fantasy about me cuckolding you, didn't we?"

"Yes my love."

"Good, well I've decided not to sleep with another man just yet, as I think the circumstances aren't quite right, so I think we should experiment with this new fantasy. I've been online and found a lovely secure little cage for you at Pampered Diva Gifts. I need you to get your credit card and go online and order it. It's the one by Metal Worx. Can you manage that?"

"Yes, of course, but it was only a fantasy, I don't actually want to be locked in chastity."

"Don't get in such a panic, it's just going to be a bit of chastity play, I'm not going to lock you up permanently, just for a couple of days approaching a weekend when we can have some really hot sex. What do you think Carol?"

"I think it sounds like fun. Also, if you are going to forego sex with the gorgeous Paul, the least your husband can do is do without a couple of wanks into your worn panties."

"There, my love, Carol is right, don't you agree?"

"I suppose so."

"Well, go and get your credit card, and let's get this thing ordered."

So I got my card, went on the site, and ordered myself a cock cage, so my wife could have fun locking me up.

Life was normal and boring for a few days, until the cage turned up. Then life became very un-normal.

We ordered the chastity device on Sunday evening, and it said delivery was 7-10 days, but on Wednesday morning it turned up. I had to sign for it, then I put it on the table. It seemed to be threatening me, as though there was some small demon inside the box.

I decided to hide it and pretend it arrived Thursday. My routine is that I masturbate every morning except Friday, as I want to be extra horny for Saturday morning when we usually have sex. It occurred to me that my wife would want to put it on me straight away, which would be Thursday and Friday without relief, hence my idea of hiding it. At about 7pm my wife and her sister came home from their trip.

"So where is it then?" my wife demanded "i know it's arrived as I got a text from the carrier. You forgot that we put my mobile number, not yours, didn't you?"

"What was your plan, hide it for a week?" Carol demanded, smiling malevolently.

"Just for one day."

"Well, bad luck you got caught out."

"You'd better go and get it then, before I start to get cross," my wife instructed, with a little veiled threat.

I went in to my study and unearthed the box and returned to the kitchen a little sheepishly.

"Open the box, my love, and let's see what we've got."

"Of course, sorry."

I undid the box with some difficulty, as my hands were shaking.

"It looks cute," Carol suggested to my wife, "but quite small, I hope we can get him in it."

"We?"

"I'm sure Carol will want to help, since it was her suggestion in the first place, my love. Now drop your trousers and pants. Do you need to wash it first?"

"No, I showered after gym."

"Ok, stand here in front of me."

My wife squirted some hand cream onto her palm and coated my penis and balls. Unfortunately the pleasant manipulation started me getting hard, even though I had masturbated that morning. My wife didn't hesitate, taking a ball in each hand she squeezed quite hard.

"Ow! That hurts!" I protested.

"It's supposed to hurt, my love. Look it's working already. Carol, get ready with the ring."

"Please stop, it's small now."

"Ok Carol, go for it."

Carol slipped the ring over my shrunken penis without too much difficulty, due to the hand cream, but my foreskin was pulled back, exposing the head of my penis. She reached a finger behind one ball and pushed it through, then did the same on the other side. It hurt each time, not rolling on the floor in agony pain, but pain nonetheless.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!!"

"Don't be such a baby. Now let's put the lock on. Carol, you keep one key and I'll keep the other. We wouldn't want to lose both keys would we," my wife joked.

"How long are we keeping him locked up for?" Carol enquired.

"Surely just 'till Saturday?" I squeaked.

"Don't panic my love, we'll make love Saturday morning as usual, so it's only one extra day of abstinence for you to endure, I'm sure you can manage that, and we can have some great sex Saturday morning."

"I suppose so."

"Now pull your clothes up and get dinner sorted"

I discovered quickly that I had to sit down to pee, which was irritating, but otherwise the device gave me no problems. Thursday morning I woke with an attempted hard on, which was very uncomfortable. I certainly didn't want to lie in, but it was a working day, so that was ok. By the time my wife and her sister got home Thursday evening I was beginning to get quite horny.

"Take off your trousers and pants, my love, we want to inspect our little prisoner."

I did as she instructed, but felt uncomfortable about this 'we' business. I wasn't being shared with Carol when my cock was free and useable, but now it was locked up, she was involved.

"It looks so sweet," my wife cooed, wrapping her hand around my balls and starting to stroke them. My penis immediately tried to get hard.

"Does that hurt, my sweet?"

"Yes."

"A lot?"

"Quite a lot, yes."

"I read that I should do this every day, as it keeps the circulation going, although it apparently makes the frustration worse. Still it's only until Saturday morning."

"Can I have a go?" Carol chipped in.

I couldn't believe this, my sister was suggesting that she stroke my balls.

"Yes, of course. You stroke his balls while I stroke his winky, I'm sure he'll feel something through the gaps."

Sure enough there was some sensation, which added to my sister stroking my balls, and the fact that the whole scene was unbelievably erotic, made my penis strain against the cage as though it might be able to break it. It was really painful, and unbelievable frustrating.

"Please stop, it really hurts," I begged, almost crying.

"Ok, that's enough for now, get dressed and make dinner."

That night I slept very little, as I kept getting painful erections, and in the morning my wife insisted on stroking my balls again before she got out of bed. My frustration was off the scale, my balls actually hurt from the pressure of cum in them.

During the day at work, every pretty girl I saw caused my cock to stir, and with the state I was in every female looked gorgeous!

In the evening the routine was similar to Thursday, with my wife and her sister playing with my genitals, and giggling about my discomfiture. My wife insisted that I prepare dinner naked except for my cage, which meant they could both keep touching me.

After dinner I was told to sit on the sofa, between my wife and her sister, and to spread my legs, and drape them over their legs, leaving my caged equipment vulnerable to them both.

"So my sweet," my wife started, "Tomorrow morning we are going to have great sex, as I promised, but we need to agree what I mean by great sex. For instance it would be great for me if you licked my pussy for my first orgasm, then perhaps used a vibrating dildo for the second and third. What would make it even better for me would be the knowledge that you would remain frustrated for another week. Do you agree that that would be great sex?"

"But you promised I'd get to cum this Saturday!"

"No I didn't, I said we'd have great sex, and the plan I just described will be great!"

"Sounds good to me," chipped in my wife's sister.

"Alternatively, I could perhaps let you put your penis into my pussy for a few minutes at the beginning, but there would have to be something in it for me. What do you suggest my love?"

"I've no idea what you would like, please tell me, I'll agree to anything!"

"Ok, I'll help you out. First you need to tell me that you would like me to put you straight back in the cage when you've cum, and want me to control your cock completely from now on. Second, you need to explain to me that you think I should take lovers whenever I want, and that you promise to always have a good attitude about that subject. Actually, I think that should do it. Do you think you can do that when we wake up tomorrow morning?"

"Yes my love, if that's what you want."

"It certainly is what I want. You'll have to be handcuffed to the bed before you are unlocked, by the way, and locked up in the cage before the cuffs are removed. You do understand why, don't you?"

"So that I don't try to resist being re-locked?"

"Quite right, well done. I think he's going to make a great chastised cuckold, don't you?"

"It's a good start, anyway. So, are we going out on the pull on Saturday night?"

"Oh yes, that sounds like a great idea, we can test his new attitude, now he's wearing an attitude adjuster."

So, Saturday morning arrived, and I was very excited at the prospect of fucking my wife, and getting to cum, although I wasn't looking forward to being locked up again. My wife woke a little while after me, and she was still sleepy as she rolled over towards me, slid her hands inside my shorts, and started stroking my balls.

"Still want to make love to me, my love?"

"Yes, very much."

"I'm very proud of how well you've done, wearing the cage and not making a fuss about it."

"Thank you my love, it's been difficult, and I don't know if I can manage a whole week."

"Well, I think it's a bit soon to make this thing permanent. I think I should take the cage off and put it back in the drawer for now, then maybe put it back on later in the week. It will give you a chance to have a think about whether this is really what you want."

"But I thought it's what you want?"

"It was mostly Carol's idea, and I went along for fun. The thing that excites me is fulfilling your fantasy of me having sex with other men. It's just that Carol thinks the only way for you to cope with being a cuckold, is if you are permanently locked in chastity. If you can manage without, then that's fine. You think about it and tell me what you think."

"Ok, my love, thank you."

"Anyway, let's get you unlocked, and have some fun. Now, I suspect you'll only last a few seconds, so you must promise me that you'll lick me to two or three orgasms afterwards."

"Yes my love, I promise."

I was so confused, relieved about the chastity device, but also worried that my wife was still pushing to be allowed to sleep with other men. I admit that it is a fantasy which I have to help me cum when I'm wanking, but I don't think I ever thought of it actually happening.

Anyway, my wife was right, I came really fast, which was a bit frustrating, and I then spent about forty minutes bringing her to three orgasms with my tongue.

I was still between her legs giving her little kisses, with her third orgasm subsiding, when Carol walked into the room without knocking.

"Well it's good to see him doing something useful, but you need to lock those dangly bits, before he gets used to being free."

"I've decided to leave him out for a few days. I don't think he's ready yet."

"Well, you know what I think. What I actually came in to say is that I've just heard that I've got the job in Somerset, and they want me to start tomorrow. Are you alright to drive me down?"

"Yes of course. Gosh, this is all very sudden," and to me, "Go and shower, don't just sit there showing off your cock to my sister."

So I went off to shower as they made their plans for Sunday.

The rest of Saturday was spent sorting Carol's packing, loading the car, getting boxes in and out of the loft. When we went to bed my wife cuddled up to me and took my penis gently in her hand. She didn't stroke me or move her hand at all, she just held me gently. I was so horny I quickly got erect.

"I thought you might still be horny. I'm quite satisfied, but I could perhaps help you out so you don't keep me awake wanking, would you like that?"

"Yes my love, very much."

"Ok, well then You have to do something for me."

"What is it my love?"

"I'm just going to hold your monster while you tell me a story. I want you to describe one of your fantasies where I get to have sex with another man. Can you do that?"

"Yes my love, I guess so."

"Ok then, please start."

"We go to one of those dinner dances at the hotel, like we did last Autumn, and as before we've been allocated to a table of lots of couples who don't know each other, but there's an empty seat. Next to you is an attractive man in his forties, but there is no partner next to him. Being gregarious, and flirty, you start chatting to him, and soon learn that his name is Peter. Also that his wife was supposed to come, but she had flu, and couldn't face it, however she insisted that he should still come, and at least eat the dinner, since they'd already paid for it. We all eat our meal, and you keep chatting and flirting with Peter, as you do. Then, when we are having coffee, you whisper to me that Peter is thinking of leaving when the dancing starts, but that you think it would only be right to suggest he dance with you for a few dances. You ask me if I would mind that, and I somewhat grudgingly say that it's ok, and you suggest that I might enjoy watching them dance. I say 'I'm not sure about that, but you can dance with him'. So you tell him that he must stay, and that you'll dance with him, and in fact, why not now."

"This is a good story my love, I can imagine that happening."

"So, you both bop around for a couple of dances. He keeps leaning in to talk to you, touching your arm. Next the band announce that they're going to do a couple of smoochy romantic numbers for all the love birds. Peter makes to leave the floor, as I was expecting, and in fact, I was starting to stand up to replace him, when you hold his arm and say something to him, and he turns back as you put your arms around his neck to dance close. As the two of you rotate, you reach the point where you are looking directly at me, and you blow me a kiss, then as you continue to turn, I can see he has his hands on your bum, holding you in tight to him. I'm feeling so jealous, but also incredibly turned on."

"This is such a hot story, keep going."

"The first slow number finishes, and as you are waiting for the next number you start kissing him, a really passionate kiss, and his hands are all over your arse, and even when the music starts, the two of you are just kissing and groping each other. Eventually the song finishes and the two of you walk hand in hand back to the table. You sit back down and turn to me. Putting your hand on the top of my leg you say,'Peter had such a hard on up there, pressing into me, I'm so turned on'. Then you start rubbing my crotch and realise that I'm also hard 'Well, what a lucky girl, with two hard cocks to play with, let's see if we can get you even more turned on shall we?'"




Sunday Morning



"Now I'm getting really wet, let's swap. You play with my clit while you tell the story, I'll deal with your cock later."

"Ok my love. Where was I? Oh yes, you tell me to pull your dress up over your knees, No-one can see us where we are sitting, so I do as I'm told. Then you turn to Peter and start kissing him again, and as you do you take his hand and place it between your knees. He gets the idea straight away, and starts sliding his hand up under your skirt. Your right hand is on his crotch squeezing and massaging, and you reach out and grasp my hand with your left hand. His arm is steadily disappearing under your dress, and then I know he's reached your panties as you squeeze my hand rather hard. After a little while you turn back and say to both of us 'When I lift myself up, you boys must pull down my panties, do it quickly so no-one notices. We do exactly that, and you tell me to put them in my pocket. You look at Peter and lean in to kiss him saying 'Carry on with what you were doing' and you pull my hand and place it on your left knee, and I know what you want, you want me to open your legs for him. I gently pull your leg towards me, opening you up to his hand which is moving quickly up the inside of your right thigh. You give a little sigh as he touches your sex for the first time, then you squeeze my hand and tell me that his fingers are inside you and he's playing with your clit, using his thumb, the way I do it."

"I'm getting so turned on by your story, keep rubbing my clit, I think I'm going to cum...ooohhhh! Mmmnn, that was so good baby, Don't stop touching me and carry on with your brilliant story."

"Well, just as you came on my fingers, you quickly start to cum on Peter's fingers, trying not to draw attention, but having a strong orgasm nonetheless. Peter withdraws his hand, licking his fingers in appreciation of your taste and scent. You drop the hem of your dress and have a short whispered conversation with Peter before turning to me and saying 'Now he's given me such a lovely orgasm, I have to do something for him. He's got a room here, so we're going up there so he can fuck me, you can come and watch if you want to, but don't say anything. Just sit and watch unless I tell you otherwise. We all three stand and you walk with us either side of you, holding hands. When we get to his room Peter starts to undress, and you tell me to undress you. You only have your dress and bra on, so it only takes a second, then you slip into the bed saying 'Sit' to me. I sit and watch as Peter mounts you and starts slow long strokes, in and out, in and out. You look at me and blow another kiss, then moan and tell him to 'fuck me, fuck me hard.' He's fit and strong and in control, and after a little while you cum again, on his cock, but he just keeps going, riding you right through your orgasm, then quite a while later, you are getting close again, and this time he speeds up and lets himself climb the slope towards orgasm, faster and faster he goes, until you cum screaming, as he cums groaning. Afterwards you lie together for quite a while, gently kissing each other, I'm just mesmerised, stunned that I've just let you be fucked in front of me by another man."

"I know what I'd do next, I'd get on the side of the bed and tell you that you need to lick me clean, as I lie back and let Peter kiss me and play with my nipples. That's such a hot idea isn't it, you having to lick his cum out of me while I kiss him, thinking about him, not you...I'm going to cum again in a moment...was that what was in your fantasy?"

"Yes, exactly that."

"Good...ooohhh God, I'm cumming again."

"Wow, that was so good, the only negative being that it's just your fantasy, apparently, not something you'll allow me to actually experience."

"It's not about me allowing you, I'm just unsure about what it would mean for us."

"Ok, well, why don't I just stroke you for a little while as we discuss it a bit more."

"Ok, that sounds good."

"Now, when you created that fantasy you were wanking, weren't you? Did it turn you on?"

"Yes, of course."

"And if the first part happened, me dancing with Peter, would that turn you on?"

"Yes, probably."

"So at which point do you think it would stop turning you on?"

"I don't know, maybe never."

"Good, now we're getting somewhere, and you're getting close, I can tell. I'd better slow down."

"No please, make me cum."

"Tell me you are turned on by the idea of me fucking another man."

"You know I am."

"Tell me you'll let me do it."

"Please make me cum."

"Tell me you'll try to help me make it happen!"

"Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"I'll help you fuck another man."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

"Ok then, here you go..."

"Aaahhh..."

When I'd shot about a gallon of cum all over my wife's hand, and licked it all up as instructed, she cuddled up to me telling me she loved me, and reassuring me I'd made the right decision. I still wasn't sure, but I'd given my word again. I didn't think I could go back on it this time.

"We'll make a start next weekend, my love," she purred, "Night night, sleep well."

"Night my love, I love you."

"I love you my love, you won't let me down this time will you?"

"No my love, I promise."



Sunday Morning



Rolling over and staring at the clock. 7:15 The numbers a bright red reminder that it was Sunday morning... OUR Sunday morning. Both working full time jobs we always tried to make as much time for each other as we possibly could. We were both off on Sundays so we made it our day. I would usually wake up before she did (she's quite the sleeper) and would just watch her. It became a nice routine. 

7:20 My favorite way to wake her up would be to start kissing up her calf my lips pressing over her warm soft skin. By the time I would get to her inner thigh she would be awake smiling down at me knowing that another Sunday morning had arrived. The red numbers ticking away slowly rolling back over to the empty side of the bed where she was supposed to be. 7:27 Her work schedule changed. Our perfect little plan stopped dead in its tracks every third Sunday. 

7:33 A few times I am able to get myself back asleep. Most times I lay in bed restless my mind racing remembering all those Sunday's past and the things we did. The same result every time all revved up and no place to go. Not this time I thought to myself. 

7:51 Quickly springing out of bed I race to the shower. Throwing on some clothes I grab my car keys sending her a quick text. "Cumming to see you xx." Searching around the store searching her out my eyes fixated on her. Walking up behind her I Slide my arms around her kissing her neck and whisper in her ear "Hi sweetstuff I missed you." 

8:45 She is startled at first, turning in my arms she faces me her smile spread out across her face placing her wet soft lips against mine. "What are you doing here?" I grab her hand and don't say a work.. looking around the store I led her up the stairs to the breakroom. Knowing not many of her coworkers will be in this early my plan going smoothly. Kicking the bathroom door open and pulling her inside. She asks again "What are we doing??" 

I press her up against the door pushing myself against her I smile "Its Sunday Morning baby..." My lips attack hers suddenly biting and sucking them. My hands running up her sides under her top. Her hands reach for mine trying to stop me before she succumbs to my will breaking the kiss to slide her shirt over her head. My fingers quickly undo the snap on her bra and it quickly joins her shirt. I take my hands and cup her big, firm tits and squeeze sending chills through her body. 

As she lets out a soft moan she starts to protest. "Oh my god baby you are so going to get my fired." Her nipples tell a different story as her body begins to betray her mind. My lips close over her hard nipple as I squeeze one tit and suck on the other. She pulls my shirt up from the back her nails dragging against my skin. Knowing I am going to get my way ( I usually do cause she loves me) she pushes me into a stall until I am sitting down you kneels in front of me unbuttoning my jeans pulling them down along with my boxer shorts my already hard cock springs forward. 

Her eyes glisten at the sight of my throbbing shaft and she catches the head between her lips and sucks hard. My hands on the side of the stall slowly make their way to the back of her head as she trails her talented tongue down the base deep throating me completely holding her there till she gags hard. Letting her up she forces her mouth back down over and over again sucking my cock and squeezing my balls. She finally lifts her head from my lap her chin glistening with saliva. She looks at me and says "My turn." 

Pulling me up I know exactly what she means. She is already shaking her hips from side to side sliding her jeans and thongs down kicking them to the side. My eyes fixated on her ass as she walks past me and jumps up on the counter. Her heavy tits bouncing as she does. Her legs spread and her fingers go to work on her clit. Stroking it pulling on it I watch it grow seeing it start to pulsate on its own. With a simple phrase in her sexy growl she commands me, "Suck my fucking minidick!!" I dive right in taking it between my lips working it up and down. The "head" throbs and my tongue presses against her. Her cunt already dripping wet easily allowing two of my fingers inside. She pulls my hair pulling my head back and looks down at me. "Say it" she says. 

My immediate response "I love sucking on your minidick." She forces my head back against her and I restart my sucking motion it isnt long before she start to hump against my face forcing her minidick into my mouth. Her orgasm is trigged soon after as I press a finger from my free hand into her asshole. Screaming out she's cumming into my mouth. 

Breathlessly she says. "Again"

As her third orgasm subsides she pulls me up to kiss her. She moans tasting herself on my lips we savor the taste together before she breaks the kiss and looks be in the eyes and tells me to fuck her. My hands on her hips pulling her to the edge of the counter my cock at the perfect height I slam forward my cock disappearing into her cunt with a single hard thrust. Her legs wrapping around me pulling me back into her I start to fuck her hard and fast. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she begs and I do.

Pounding her cunt over and over again my eyes fixed on her. Hers on mine I cup her tits and squeeze hard digging my nails as they bounce up and down. Her head snaps back as I begin to stretch her nipples out from her body. "I love you baby," I tell her as my cock pistons in and out of her her ass slapping against the counter and she screams again as she cums pushing me away as she starts to squirt drenching me with her juices. 

"Fuck me from behind baby," she tell me and I gladly oblige. Bending her over squishing her tits into the counter watching ourselves in the mirror. Raising my hand I smack her ass sharply causing her to arch her back. 

Slamming my cock back into her my hands on her hips pulling her back onto my dick. "I love the way your cunt feels on my dick baby," is what I whisper into her ear as I lean forward forcing my cock deep into her. Her plea's of me to fuck her return. My cock soaked with juices I pound harder my thighs slapping against her ass as she begins to push back towards me. Forcing every inch of my cock into her. 

My pace quickens and she knows I am close to cumming. She looks back at me and says "Cum with me baby I want to feel you explode in my cunt. Fuck me hard and cum in my cunt. Scream my name baby fuck me CUMMM." 

Her last and most powerful orgasm hits. Her walls spasm and quiver gripping my cock my balls tighten then explode sending stream after stream inside her "MADISONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!" Is all I can muster as the sweat drips down off my forehead onto the small over her back. Holding her in my arms I kiss her tenderly. "Mmmm god I love you baby." 

She smiles and kisses me back giggling and tells me, "MMmm morning baby. I love you too," she tells me as she begins pulling her pants back on. "Make sure no one is out there.r as she starts to get dressed. 

"We're good," I tell her rebuttoning my jeans and pulling my shirt back on. Turning back in time to catch a glimpse of the girls before you puts her bra back on. She looks at me and smiles she throws my shoes at me pretending she is mad I take her back into my arms and kiss her long and hard. "Now thats a Sunday morning," I tell her. 

She kisses me back and says " Mhmmm but what are we doing for lunch..."



Sunday Morning



"Micah."

I groaned slightly at the sound.

"Micah, wake up," a voice sang to me.

I groaned again, louder this time.

"Micah, babe, you can't stay asleep all day," the sing-song voice chided me, "you have to wake up now."

"It's Sunday," I mumbled in protest.

"Exactly! It's your one day off this week, and you're wasting it by sleeping! Come on, it's pracatically noon already."

Through one half-opened eye, I glanced the alarm clock on my bedside table: 8:46 A.M it read in harsh red numbers.

"You're an ass." I felt a scruffy chin against my cheek, followed by a brief kiss. I yawned in response.

"Oh, don't be like that. You know how I hate to be alone. I just miss you, especially since we've both been working so much."

I had to give him that one - we'd both been working 60+ hours a week, with our days off never coinciding with one another. Reluctantly, I peeled my face off my pillow and turned to him.

"Good morning," I greeted him with a breathy sigh. He flashed me a dazzling smile.

"There's my beautiful boyfriend. I was worried you'd begun to mold there."

So dramatic. "Nick, it's not even 9 yet. And if I may add, we were up rather late last night."

He bit his lip and eyed me devilishly. "Yes, yes we were. You didn't seem to mind being kept up so late as I remember it. And why was that? Do you remember?"

A flash of memories from the night before filled my mind - Nick and I, drinking wine over dinner, watching a movie, cuddling beneath an old blanket. Then, the two of us forgetting the movie altogether as we expored each others' mouths and bodies as if for the first time, even after two years together. And some time after that which could have been minutes or hours, me tugging him by his lips with my teeth into our bedroom, only a few steps away in our tiny apartment. I recalled the two of us falling onto our bed, tangled in the sheets and each other, eager to please and be pleased while our tongues danced carnally and unrestrained. Nick popping up unexpectedly looking half-crazed, reaching behind him with a deft hand in search of an almost empty bottle of --

"Micah? Still there?"

His amused questions snapped me back to reality. "Well, if you'd have had kept your hands to yourself, I might not be so put-out."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't make yourself into a martyr. If I'd kept my hands to myself you'd be begging me to so much as glance at you right now."

I gave him a kiss on his beautiful, smugly set lips. His stubble scratched me in the most pleasant way, and I was just going to deepen the kiss when he pulled away. I gave him a quizzical look.

"Babe, and I say this with all the love in my heart, but you really have to go brush your teeth." He gave me an adorably apologetic look.

Fully awake, I hopped out of bed and went to brush me teeth. Of course, Nick had already brushed his teeth, being the sleep Nazi he is. If it weren't that I liked his facial hair so much he probably would have been shaved, too. Since he never cleaned the sink out after he shaved, it was doubly beneficial.

"It's raining," he said to me by way of greeting as I returned.

"So it is," I agreed as I glanced out the window. I hoped he wasn't planning on going hiking, as he'd mentioned in passing a couple times the week before. I climbed back into bed and turned towards him. "Maybe we can just take it easy today? I know how you like to go out and do things, but a day together here sounds nice too, right?"

He chuckled at my anxious hopefulness. "You know, that sounds great to me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we haven't had much alone time as of late. We somehow never seem to be able to manage a day or two together."

"I completely agree," I said with a sly smile. "What do you want to do first?"

He stroked my arm lightly, and leaned in close to me. He trailed small kisses from the corner of my lips to me left ear.

"How's breakfast sound?" he whispered seductively.

"Mmm, delicious," I replied as I licked my lips.

All of a sudden, I was alone in the bed and Nick was pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants.

"What are you doing?" I asked, completely confused.

"I'm going to make breakfast," he replied, his eyes twinkling.

"Breakfast?" "Yes, breakfast. As in, actual food."

"You really are an ass," I muttered as he walked away.

"I heard that!"

"You were meant to," I called to him.

I slipped on a pair of boxer briefs and followed into the kitchen, where Nick was already heating a pan and beating eggs. Damn, he moves fast. I admired the way his ass looked beneath the thin fabric of his pants as he poured the yellow mixture into the hot pan.

"Hey, would you mind helping? Or are you too busy ogling me?"

"You know it," I smiled at him, unabashed. But to appease him (and to prevent him from cracking an egg on my head) I put a couple pieces of bread to toast. I pulled out a two plates, and served our drinks.

In a few minutes the omelettes were done, the bread toasted. We sat together at our small round table and ate in relative silence. After we finished, I cleaned up - okay, I threw the dishes into our dishwasher - while Nick watched from his seat at the table, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Are you ogling me now," I asked with faux-shock.

"You're damn right I am. Come here."

I abandoned the pretense of cleaning up and went to him. I held his face in both my hands and kissed him softly. He reached up to me and knotted his fingers into my hair, slipping his tongue into my mouth with a small sigh. I moaned slightly as the kiss deepened, my breath coming in gasps. Our tongues danced together heatedly and my hands drifted to the base of his neck. All at once I pulled away, grabbed his hand, and wordlessly, we made our way to our bedroom.

Once there we took up where we'd left off, assaulting one another's mouth with tongues, moans, and sighs. My hands travelled to his bare chest, and I ran my hands through his sparse hair. He leaned his head back, momentarily breaking the kiss, and groaned loudly. Taking this as an invitation, I lowered my lips to one pebbled nipple, bringing forth a breathy moan from Nick. I circled my tongue around the stiff peak before clamping my teeth around it and pulling back slightly. I took a look at his elongated nipple and groaned at the sight of it before repeating the erotic practice on its twin.

"Oh...keep that up," he begged.

I blew softly on his erect nipple causing it to tighten, and Nick to take a sharp breath inward. Once more I enveloped him with my lips, licking, sucking, and biting until he was writhing deliciously beneath me

I let him go again, and he brought me up forcefully to meet his lips, kissing me with a sort of crazed hunger. I could feel his erection lightly poking me, and could almost taste the need on his lips. I continued to play with his nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between my fingers, while his hands began to make a journey downwards.

They skimmed lightly over my hairy chest and belly, until they finally met the top of my waistband. He stroked me through the thin piece of clothing, my member already fully at attention and waiting to be lavished. He did not attempt to remove my briefs, nor so much as work around them; he seemed perfectly content to drive me mad as he haphazardly teased me through my briefs with one hand, and agonizingly caressed my thigh with the other.

In response, I dropped my hand to his lap where he was eagerly anticipating my touch. I stroked him through his sweats, securely tied around his slim hips, and brought him to the brink of insanity along with me. Our sounds of pleasure became louder until we came upon an unspoken truce and simultaneously shifted so that the other may assist in the removing of the last barrier that lay between us. My underwear caught around my ankles so that I had to kick them off, while his pants fluttered unceremoniously to the ground.

We both groaned as we were released and free to roam along the other's body as we pleased. He immediately resumed his rhythmic stroking, whereas I entertained myself with the pre-cum that had formed at his tip. I used it as lubricant and began to stroke him up and down along his considerable length, palming his balls occasionally.

He began to pick up the speed of his hand on me, and in response to this I shoved him down onto his back with me on top. He seemed a bit shocked, but licked his lips all the same. I brought my lips onto his once more, then kissed a trail down his chin, his chest, over his belly, and following his happy trail. He watched as I made the slow, sensual trek down his body, and leaned back, overcome, when I fluttered small kisses along his most sensitive appendage. I breather heavily upon him when I got to his tip, I could feel his anticipation and excitement, when I decided to change my plan and torture him a bit more. I gave his tip a small kiss, then followed the path I had forged. He groaned again, this time in frustration, and perhaps as bit of anger, as I lovingly repeated the circuit up his body.

"Oh, fuck, Micah. Fuck...Oh...," he feebly attempted to form a coherent sentence.

He urged my head lower as I painstakingly laid the tiniest of kisses upon his navel, and this time I complied. I made quick work of the small area left unkissed, and brought myself immediately to his tip for a second time.

I held him in my hand for a moment or two, before finally bringing him into my mouth. He made some noise of appreciation that I couldn't quite distinguish, and amplified it when I began to swirl my tongue around him. I started to bob my head up and down over him while he whined above me. He felt so velvety smooth in my mouth, while also being harder than stone. He reached the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly, which he must have known, as he pulled out a bit for me. I brought my hand into the picture and used it as an extension of my mouth, so that as much of him was being fondled as I could manage.

While I used my hand to pump him, I brought my tongue to his base and then to his balls where lavished them, too. I sucked them lightly, followed by licking that deliciously delicate space between his anus and testicles. I buried my face there, inhaling the intoxicating musky aroma, feeling his thighs tighten around me. I stayed there for some time using my mouth, while I massaged his throbbing erection with my hands.

I sensed that he was close to losing control under my attentions, and moved away from beneath him. As I went back up, Nick seemed almost frantic with need. He was unfocused and flustered and frenzied and goddamned sexy.

"You don't even know how fucking sexy you are," I growled, "you're hot as fucking hell."

I buried my face into his neck, licking, nibbling, and sucking at the skin there. His nails scratched at my back, digging in deeply when I nipped at his clavicle. He scraped his nails lower along my frame, until he arrived at the tapered tops of my ass.

He brought his attentions there and began to knead, enjoying my moans of pleasure as I focused solely on how his fingertips played across my cheeks. His fingertips slowly found their way to my crack, and there they slipped up and down, teasing me. He spread my cheeks apart slightly, running his fingers into the new-found territory. Unexpectedly, he clenched me in his hands, his nails biting softly into the tender flesh. I cried out loudly, taken by surprise at the rough way he handled me.

He doubled down on his efforts as passionately kissed me, and bit my tongue with more than a little force. As he assaulted my mouth, his fingers continued to explore my ass. With one finger he started to circle around my asshole, grazing over it but not giving in to what I really wanted. I started to move a bit, urging him. He ignored my hint and continued to frustrate me, even as I whined for him to do more.

"Nick, please," I begged against his lips. My pleading did nothing to chip at his resolve, so I employed a different tactic. "Nick, I swear to God, Allah, and Buddha, if you keep it up I'm going to throw your gaming system out the window."

My threats and complaints went unheard, and I might have thought he hadn't heard me if I couldn't feel his smile against me, and the low rumble of a suppressed laugh tickling me. I sighed into him again, wanting to scream out my vexations but worried he'd abandon the process altogether.

Just as I was about to issue another empty and pathetic-sounding threat, I could feel his digit cautiously press into the center of the puckered hole. He watched to gauge my reaction, and I tried to display on my face exactly how much I wanted him to keep going. He seemed satisfied enough to ever so slowly continue filling me with his finger until I could feel his knuckles pressed against me. He moved his finger around inside me before taking it back out, then plunging back in. He established an excruciating rhythm with his finger, and I was quickly craving a second.

As if he could read my mind, he added another finger to his pumping without warning. My sighs grew louder and my breath was coming in gasps, a few expletives slipping between my lips unrestrained.

Too soon I could feel my control waning, thin and feeble against Nick's skillful hands. At once I pushed away from him, surprise rendering him momentarily immobile. Shock painted his features as he wondered at my abrupt departure. As I stared down at him, I took a moment to regain what little composure I could before leaning back down until my lips could reach his ear. There, I licked the lobe sparingly before taking it into my mouth and biting down. He was still confused by me, but didn't object to my redirected attentions. Once I had him - and myself - under control again, I breathed heavily into his ear.

"Turn around, Nicholas," I directed him.

He moaned at my use of his full name that was so rarely used. Obligingly, he did as I requested without question. On his front now, I massaged his back, lightly running my nails down his spine. He reached his arm out horizontally until he was able to grab a pillow, which he laid his face on and moaned into. Wasting no time, I made my way to his beautiful ass which jutted up like a treasure chest between his hips.

He had a perfect ass in every way. It was absolutely gorgeous; David's stone ass had nothing on Nick's. Nick's was stunningly sculpted, and just shaped to be held in my hands. It was rounded and slim, like a bubble that had split in half and found its way onto his body. The cheeks stood proudly, independently round in their own right, but meeting against each other to form an almost majestically exquisite-looking ass.

I ran my hands around it, lingering at the bottom and enjoying the way the cheeks molded to the shape of my palms. I skimmed one with my fingertips before delving it up into Nick's crack. I ran my fingers into him deeply, before continuing to brush up his cheek, where my fingers came back out. I splayed both my hands over his ass, holding onto him firmly. My fingers dug into every part of him, kneading him, leaving little red circles when removed. I let one finger snake its way back into his crack, settling upon his puckered asshole. I played with it, rubbing and circling it, before gently pushing into the small hole. I was well received as my finger was quickly swallowed. I pumped my finger into him a few more times before removing it all together and pulling back yet again.

Before he had time to protest, I had buried my face between his thighs, licking the innermost muscles that met between his legs. I heard a contented sigh from above me, assuring me that my actions were not misguided. I continued my tongue up until I reached the lowest part of his ass, in the delicious space where the two cheeks meet before fusing together. I shoved my tongue in between them, searching, searching, before coming upon his most forbidden spot.

His hole felt soft against the tip of my tongue, and I circled around it, relishing its taste; but I didn't stay there long. I speared into it with my tongue, and heard a muffled curse as I did. I twirled my tongue inside of him, which elicited more muffled noises that grew louder and louder. I fucked him with my tongue, thrusting it in and out and around, with my fingers squeezing his taut cheeks.

I slipped my tongue out and used it to follow the curve of his crack, tracing up between his shoulder blades. He turned his head to look behind him, and I reached towards him to kiss him. He kissed me greedily and full of lust. He was callous and clumsy, almost shaking with desire.

Pulling away, I rubbed my hands about his body as I dipped lower. My hands came once more upon his ass, tantalizingly lifted above the bed. I got up behind him and fondled his ass for a few moments before separating his cheeks from one another. I dipped down to kiss his lower back before descending straight down to his asshole. I made a meal of it, sucking and teasing it, getting him good and ready.

Once I was satisfied using both my own judgement and the sounds coming from him as guides, I took my tongue out and searched around us erratically for a tube of lubricant. We had it last night...we're two men, why the hell don't we have a single bottle of lube anywhere in this entire room?

"Nick, where's the fucking lube?" I asked him in a gravelly voice, not prepared for practicalities in that moment.

"Forget it, just go for it," he demanded thickly.

"Nick, it's going to be uncomfortable for you," I warned, "just help me find the --"

"For fuck's sake, Micah, I said go for it," he snapped at me.

I was taken slightly aback by the severity of his voice. He raised his ass invitingly, furthering his point. I didn't want to hurt him, but he seemed to want it. I looked down at myself - my tip was dripping with pre-cum, and Nick's asshole was covered in my saliva. But...

Before I was able to come to an actual decision, Nick made it for the both of us. He reached beneath himself and grabbed me, bringing my tip to his hole. I didn't move for a moment, still apprehensive to risk hurting him, but he began to move towards me ass-first.

With a groan of equal parts defeat and lust, I pushed myself into him. We moaned in unison, forgetting our qualms. I entered him slowly, hopefully easing any discomfort he may have had. I bottomed out in him with a sigh and was still, enjoying the small spasms Nick made around me.

"Micah, move. I'm not as delicate you seem to think I am," he groaned, having lost patience with me. "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt, it feels good. Or, it would, if you'd trust me."

The last of my resistance melted away, and I started to freely pump in and out of him. He cried out as I picked up speed, and I cursed into his back; my balls slapped against his ass, stinging exquisitely. I reached around him and stroked him in synchronization with my pumping. He made loud, rasping noises that fuelled my desire, making me pound into him even quicker.

"Ooooh, fuck, yes," he moaned, "this is what I meant. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..," he trailed off moaning into the pillow. His appreciative moans brought me closer and closer to the edge, and I was fighting to keep myself in check.

"Nick, I am so fucking close," I muttered through gritted teeth. "Come with me," I begged him.

My pleading voice was his kryptonite, and moments later Nick was mixing my name with curses, shouting into the pillow. I followed immediately, screaming wordlessly, releasing him from my firm grasp.

We lay together panting and moaning, neither of us moving away from one another. Neither of us could move had we wanted to, I'm sure. My legs had turned into jelly, amd felt unhinged. I leaned on him, and he on the mattress, while we came back to Earth.




Sunday Morning



Nick was the first to break the silence.

"That was fan-fucking-tastic," he sighed. Then he started to giggle.

"What are you laughing at," I asked, amused.

"Just that I almost said we were going hiking this morning. You looked so cuddly and relaxed I didn't have the heart to try and take you out."

I got off him, wincing as I slipped out of his ass. Laying down beside him, I kissed his jaw softly.

"I'm glad my laziness had such gratifying results," I joked.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. You know, it's still early; there's plenty of time to get our boots on and take to the trails."

I groaned.