1 comments/ 73293 views/ 1 favorites What She Wants By: AriaSilverfyre You pick me up and we return to your house. We settle in, in your bedroom. You take the massage gel from its place and carry it with you as you join me on your bed. Slowly, you remove my shirt, then my bra. My pants are unfastened and removed with my panties. I am lying naked on my stomach, on your bed. You also strip and soon are naked as well. You softly kiss my cheek as you open the container and take a bit of the gel from it. You set the container aside, but not too far away. You begin to massage my back, first spreading out the gel, making sure that my back is covered before you begin concentrating on certain areas, starting with the upper portion. You take your time on each knot, carefully making sure to remove it before moving on. My breathing becomes steady, yet slow, as I start to relax. The scent of the lavender from the gel helps. I purr softly as you continue working on my back, moving down to the lower portion. Your hands and fingers work magic on my muscles, releasing the tension and relaxing me still more. Soon, I am nearly asleep. I am so comfortable and your touch is so soothing. How I love to feel your warm fingers moving over my skin. I am not aware as you take more gel from the container. You return to the massage, now working on my legs and occasionally my behind, teasing me. You run you hands along my thighs and down my calves, then back up. Again you tease me, running your finger between my legs and up to my lower back. You are very much turning me on. I purr again as you slip a finger inside me for a second, only to remove it and tease my other side. You, too, are also becoming quite turned on. The massage is soon forgotten as our minds move to other plans. You play with me more, teasing and trying to make me as aroused as possible. You are doing a very good job. Your fingers dip inside and pull out, slick from my juices. Once again, they run up my backside, moving in circles around it, spiraling to the center. One presses inside a tiny bit, stretching me a little. I moan softly and raise myself to you, urging you to go deeper. You push farther inside, pausing for a moment to let me get used to the sensation. Gently, you begin to insert another. I spread my legs wider to give you easier access, and purr as you take to opportunity. Straddling me, you position your tip between my thighs. The wetness coats you as you slowly, teasingly, move into me. I move to my knees to help you gain better entrance. You slide easily into me, enjoying the feeling as much as I do. Reaching around, you play with my clit as you take me. Your free hand moves again to my behind and a finger slips inside. I moan again as you thrust harder into me. You stop and pull out, then begin to rub yourself over my behind, resting your tip at the tight entrance. Slowly, yet gently, you begin to push against it as I push back to aid you. Your tip enters, spreading me open as you pause to allow me to adjust. Once comfortable, I push back against you, taking more of you into me, inch by inch. You purr as I grip you tightly, the sensation almost sending you over the edge. You begin to move in and out, slowly at first and gradually increasing your pace. Soon, you are about to explode. You continue moving in and out and playing with my clit. Your fingers reach around and enter me, filling me. I moan softly as you fully fill me. It feels so good. Only moments away from exploding you pull out. As you do so, it sends you over the edge. You release yourself all over my backside, coating me with your essence. Your fingers continue their work inside me, tickling sensitive areas and bringing me closer to release. Soon, I too am near the edge. Moments later, my body tenses as the waves surge through me. We collapse together, your arms around me. We look into each other's eyes, gazing deeply into them while we catch our breaths. "I love you." I whisper "I love you, too" You reply as we lay there beside each other purring. What She Wants Tiffany sat in math class and tried to concentrate. It wasn't working. She hated senior math and wanted to melt into her chair. The teacher was old and mean. She was only getting a B in the class and her mom and dad were getting upset at Tiffany. Tiffany was an only child and was a complete brat. She had always gotten what she wanted and hated when she had to work for things. On her eighteenth birthday just a few weeks ago she had expected to get a BMW but instead had gotten a Miata. She was not impressed. Tiffany was on the shorter side and had dark blonde hair. She was very pretty curvy, which meant that the guys at school would drool over her. She hated when they flirted with her and had their eyes glued to her breasts. "Tiffany!" Tiffany looked up and realized that the teacher had asked her a question. She had tuned out the class completely and knew she was going to get in trouble. "You were just called to the office." "Oh." Tiffany stood up and grabbed her bag. She was always being called to the office for student council meetings, but normally the meetings were scheduled during her English or History classes. Her parents would only let her remain on school council if her math mark remained a B or better. This meant she couldn't miss any class time. She walked down the hall towards the office, smiled, and said hi to fellow classmates. Tiffany was wearing a plaid skirt and white sweater. She loved dressing up and spent hours in the morning making sure her hair and makeup were just perfect. When she walked into the office, she was surprised that the rest of the student council wasn't present. "Hello Tiffany. Come into my office." Mr. Andrew, the vice-principal, ushered her into his office and closed the door. "Your father is on the phone." Mr. Andrew handed her the phone and she sat down hesitantly. "Yes Dad." "There's been an accident. I need you to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. It's your mother." Tiffany bit her lip and held back tears. She got up and left the office without saying anything to anyone. "Tiffany! What's wrong?" The vice-principal followed her out. "My mom was in an accident. I have to go." Mr. Andrews watched helplessly as Tiffany walked out the door towards the parking lot. The drive to the hospital was short, but she didn't remember a thing about it. She entered by the emergency room and after asking at the desk, was directed to a waiting room at the end of the hall. When she entered, her dad and grandmother were sitting in the tiny room. It had gray walls and four chairs, one on each wall. "Tiffany!" Her grandmother came running and hugged her tight. Tiffany hugged her back while looking at her dad. "What happened?" "Tiffany sweetie. She passed away. It was a bad car accident. The doctors did everything they could." Tiffany gasped and collapsed on the floor. When her dad tried to get close, she kicked him away. She curled into a ball and cried her eyes out. She didn't want anyone touching her or comforting her. Life wasn't fair and she wanted to close her eyes and forget everything. Tiffany's dad and grandmother just hugged each other and tried to figure out how best to help her. Tiffany and her dad had always had a strained relationship. Her dad worked as a criminal lawyer and worked 60-70 hours per week. He was barely home and when he was, he would go on and on about how she needed higher marks to get into Yale. Of course, she really didn't get a say in what university she went to. Her father had gone to Yale, as had his father, and his grandfather. He didn't have a son, but he was going to make sure his daughter followed the legacy. The next few days were a blur for Tiffany. They had to deal with funeral arrangements and Tiffany was getting annoyed at how people were treating her. When she went to school, everyone looked at her with pity. Her teachers gave her extensions on her assignments and she almost screamed when her evil math teacher offered to waive the unit test and give her an automatic B. When she was at home, her father would be in his home office either trying to keep up with his cases or dealing with paperwork. On the day of the funeral, Tiffany woke up and pretended it was just another school day. She got through almost the whole funeral without crying. When her father stood up to give a short eulogy on his wife of twenty years, Tiffany couldn't help but cry. When she listened to her father talk about her mother, she realized that before she came along they were madly in love. He talked about how they would write each other love notes and how they would have pajama weekends where they'd relax and spend time together. When those around her saw her cry, they assumed that the death of her mother had finally got to her. No one knew that the reason Tiffany was crying was because if she had not existed, her mother would still be alive and her father would still love her mother. Tiffany's mother had passed away almost two months ago and things were starting to get back to normal. She and her dad were starting to talk again. She decided to stop being a bitch and actually accept the fact that her father was actually trying to make an effort. Tiffany was lying in bed trying to get back to sleep. The power had gone out and there was a thunderstorm. She had always been afraid of the dark. Being back in her father's huge mansion didn't help things since she could hear every creak and moan of the house. Tiffany got up and tiptoed her way down the hall towards her father's bedroom. She knocked lightly and then opened the door. "Daddy?" Tiffany was whispering. She didn't want to startle him. "Yes Tiffany?" As Tiffany's eyes adjusted to the darkness of his room she saw he was lying in bed awake. "You can call me a baby or wimp, but the storm is freaking me out." "Why don't you come sleep in here then." Tiffany giggled and ran into her father's bed. Before her parents got divorced, she used to crawl into bed with her parents. They would all snuggle together. She was in elementary school at the time, but for some reason at this moment in time this was what Tiffany needed. She needed to feel safe and secure. Her father wrapped his arms around his daughter and very soon they were both asleep. The next morning, Tiffany woke up and realized she was in her father's bedroom. The power had come back on and the clock radio was blinking 12:00. She really had no idea what time it was. As she got up, she smelled her father's famous pancakes. She ran down the stairs and as she entered the kitchen, she grinned. Her father had on jeans and a t-shirt along with his chef's hat and pink frilly apron. "Hi sweetie. I can call you sweetie right?" "Yes Daddy." Tiffany sat at the breakfast bar and poured herself orange juice. "I'm glad you're not moping around the house anymore. I know we have a long way to go before everything is right between us, but I'm happy that you are accepting the fact that I'm trying." Tiffany rolled her eyes and giggled. Her father always spoke so proper and dignified. They ate in silence. Tiffany spent the rest of the day in the living room doing her homework. She had missed almost two weeks of school and needed to catch up on her classes. Her father spent the day in his office catching up on his work. Around five o'clock, he stuck his head out of his office and called down the hall. "Pizza or Chinese?" "Chinese." Tiffany hated pizza. Actually, she hated all Italian food, but she knew her father wouldn't remember that. Once the Chinese food arrived, they ate in the living room. After dinner, they sat on the couch and watched a horror movie. Her father loved old horror movies and Tiffany didn't have the guts to tell him they scared her. By the end of the film, she was practically sitting in his lap. When that movie was over, a romantic comedy began to play. "Want to watch this too Tiffany?" "Sure." Half way through the movie Tiffany could feel something hard under her. When she squirmed her father moaned a bit and she bit her lip. He was hard. Very hard. There was nothing very sexual going on in the movie so she wondered if she was causing this. All sorts of thoughts were running through her head and she didn't even realize that her nipples were hard. Her father must have noticed because the next thing she knew he was nibbling softly on her neck. Instead of pulling away she turned to face her father. He smiled and pulled her completely into his lap. He kissed her softly and she responded. Her hands were frantically pulling on his t-shirt and he had to push her hands away. "Not so fast." Her father whispered against her ear. He ran his hands down her back and caressed her round bottom. Tiffany was so aroused and all thoughts of this being wrong flew out of her head. All she knew was that she was wet and horny and he was nibbling her shoulders gently. Her father pulled down the spaghetti straps of her tank top and caressed her nipples. He was going so slowly and she needed it faster. He licked her left nipple and then her right. Tiffany was moaning and was desperately trying to undo his jeans. "Let's go up to my bedroom baby." Tiffany nodded and instead of him guiding her off his lap he slid his hands completely under her bottom and picked her up. Tiffany wasn't exactly tiny, but her father was very physical fit. They got into his bedroom and he placed her on the edge of the bed. He locked eyes with her and undressed completely. His cock was so hard and throbbing and Tiffany licked her lips in anticipation. He pulled off her tank top and leaned her back, his hands pulling off her shorts and panties. He suddenly sank four fingers deep inside her pussy and began to finger fuck her. "Oh fuck daddy." Tiffany was not expecting that and began to thrash around. His fingers felt so good inside her and she was already close to cumming. She had had sex with two of her ex-boyfriends, but they were young and inexperienced. She had never felt this amazing. He latched onto her left nipple and sucked hard. He was kneeling above her and watched as his daughter thrashed around. He let go of her left nipple and sucked her right one into his mouth. Her nipples were so hard and he loved how big and soft her breasts were. He buried his face in her cleavage and pushed up to massage her g-spot. "Fuck!" Tiffany screamed out as she orgasmed. She felt like she needed to pee and her whole body was shaking. Her pussy was soaking wet and she couldn't concentrate on anything. Her father continued to rub her g-spot, feeling it pulse and swell above his thick fingers. "Cum again sweetie." He was coaxing her to cum again and he was so aroused, watching his teenage daughter orgasm so easily and so quickly. Tiffany came three more times and then he stopped. Sliding his fingers out of her pussy he sucked on them lightly. He leaned down and kissed her nose. "Good night Tiffany." Tiffany closed her eyes and was asleep immediately. Her father cuddled up against his daughter and was asleep quickly as well. Tiffany woke up to a cold empty bed. It was seven in the morning when she stumbled out of bed and went to the washroom. She was sore and as she remembered the night before, she didn't know what to think. As she got dressed for school, she tried to figure out why her father had done that and why she hadn't said no. Yes, he had been away from her life for a number of years, but they were related. Her father was in his office with the door shut and so she left for school without saying anything. During the day, she tried to rationalize that what had happened between her and her father was fine. She decided that it wasn't really sex and that she was eighteen and a consenting adult. She had four more months of school and then would be in college. If she got into Yale she would be living in residence anyway. By the time she got home, she had a list in her head of all the reasons why last night was O.K. She walked into the house and was ready to talk to her father. She stopped dead in her tracks. Her father was kissing this blonde woman in the kitchen. She glanced at the doorway and pulled away. "Jack. Your daughter is home." Her father opened his eyes and smiled. "Hi Tiffany. Sorry about that. This is Madeleine." Tiffany just stared in awe. He had a girlfriend? Since when? Wasn't she the most important person in his life? "Hi." Tiffany tried not to smirk and watched in disgust as the two of them cooked dinner. Throughout dinner, Tiffany learned that Madeleine was as French professor at the community college and they had been dating for a few months. After Tiffany's mom died, she had stayed away to make sure that there were no rumors flying around. The moment Tiffany was done with dinner, she stormed into her room. She was so angry and wanted her father. She waited in bed until Madeleine left and she must have fallen asleep because when she awoke it was three in the morning and she was on top of her covers, dressed in her school clothes. She knew what she needed to do. She tiptoed into her father's bedroom and after undressing climbed under the covers. She slid down until her mouth was above his cock and she began to lick the tip. She had only given two blowjobs in her life, but the Internet was a great place to learn sexual techniques. She wrapped her lip around his cock and hummed. She felt him grow in her mouth and that urged her on even more. She pushed more of his cock into her mouth and when the tip hit the back of her throat she took a deep breath to relax and pushed more. She pulled back and deep throated again. She could taste the salty precum oozing out of the tip and as she wrapped her hand around the shaft she could feel it pulsing. She knew that eventually he would cum in her mouth and she didn't really like the taste of semen, but would do this for her father. Jack woke up and felt a warm wetness around his cock. He tried to figure out what was going on. Madeleine had refused to stay over and he had gone to bed sexually frustrated. Now he was getting a pretty good blowjob. He opened his eyes and after pulling back the covers saw his teenage daughter sucking his cock. "Oh baby." Jack cried out and immediately began to cum. The image of his daughter between his legs with her pink lips wrapped around his cock was too much. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail and he grabbed it and pushed her harder onto his cock as he came. Tiffany swallowed her father's cum and pretended to like the taste. He was holding her hair and once he finished cumming he let go and pulled her up to a sitting position. "How the hell do you know how to do that?" Jack's mind was spinning. His daughter had just sucked him off and he had loved it. "I read how to do it on the Internet Daddy." Tiffany was cuddling up against him and all he could do was wrap his arm around her. He was exhausted from such an intense orgasm and really couldn't think straight. "We'll talk about this tomorrow." Her father fell asleep first and Tiffany was close behind. The next morning, Tiffany got ready for school like normal. Jack was in his office, but had left a note saying they would talk when she got home from school. Tiffany was floating on clouds all day. She loved sucking her father's cock and loved when he fingered her. She knew he would let this continue. She had always gotten her way. Tiffany got into the house and went to his home office. He worked from home a lot since his cases involved a lot of travel. Instead of having an office, it made sense to put money towards a home office so that when he was in town, he could be with his family. Of course, after the divorce it didn't make sense, but he loved the freedom of working from home. Jack was sitting at his desk and looked up as Tiffany walked in. She was wearing a short jean skirt with a tight purple sweater. Her hair was curled today and she had the exact amount of makeup to accentuate her chocolate brown eyes. She got those eyes from her mother. "We need to talk sweetie. What happened the last few nights isn't right. If anyone found out I could be put into jail. Do you understand?" Tiffany's lip quivered and he knew she was going to cry. "But Daddy!" "I know sweetie. There is no other way." "Can't we keep it a secret?" Jack thought for a moment. She did have a good suggestion. Madeleine wasn't putting out yet and he was a pretty horny guy. As long as they didn't have sex it wasn't that bad. He guessed he was just freaking out because the latest case he was working involved a murderer. His client was currently in jail and it gave him the creeps every time he had to visit. He wanted to remain on the right side of the law. "Yes sweetie." Tiffany grinned and jumped into his lap. She kissed him hard and before long she was spread eagle on his desk while he licked her pussy. She was holding her legs in the air and moaned as he pushed four fingers inside her pussy. He rubbed her g-spot and that caused her to orgasm. "Daddy I need to pee. Oh god that feels good." Jack grinned and knew what was happening to his daughter. "Don't hold back baby. You're going to gush." Tiffany cried out and felt her clit swell. He was pushing against her g-spot with three fingers and she had this intense urge to pee. She finally let go and cried out as she orgasmed. Her father sucked her juices and licked her pussy clean. "That's my girl." Tiffany and her father spent the next few weeks having a set routine. Tiffany would go to school during the day and after finishing her homework would spend the evening making out with her father. They never had intercourse since they agreed that was wrong, but Tiffany got better and better at sucking his cock and he loved the taste of her pussy. On a Sunday morning, Tiffany sat pouting on the kitchen counter. Her father was leaving for a criminal case and wouldn't be home for two weeks. "I'll call every night Tiffany. And you can get take out every night if you want. Please don't pout. I hate being away from you as well." Jack walked over and softly kissed his daughter. They had been doing everything sexual except intercourse for the last month. She was used to him being away so much, but this was the first time he was leaving since they had begun their secret relationship. Jack grabbed his things and walked to the waiting taxi. He hated leaving Tiffany, but had a career and if she was going to be a high power attorney like he was, he needed to earn enough to send her to Yale. Tiffany was miserable the whole time her father was away. She hated sleeping alone and even though she slept in his bed, it wasn't the same. Just as she was getting into bed the phone rang. "Hello." "How's my baby girl." Tiffany giggled. Her father had started calling her that and she loved it. Since most times he would lick her pussy while saying that, she loved it even more. "I miss you Daddy so much." Tiffany was whining a bit, but she wanted to make her father feel guilty. "I know sweetie. Can you pick me up at the airport tomorrow? My flight gets in at two o'clock." "Of course Daddy. So what are you wearing right now?" Tiffany giggled as she slid her hand into her panties and began to stroke her clit. "Tiffany! This is not a good time." "I'm wearing those pink panties you like and nothing else. My pussy is really wet and my clit is very hard. I'm rubbing it right now." Jack closed his eyes and imagined his daughter on her bed playing with herself. He was sitting on the bed in his hotel room in only boxers. His cock was throbbing and begging to be touched. "I'm wearing those black boxers you love. Masturbate for me. Tell Daddy what you're doing. Be a good girl for Daddy." Tiffany moaned and rubbed harder. "I'm fingering myself with two fingers. I'm so wet Daddy. My clit is throbbing and I want to cum." What She Wants She wanted to be touched like someone wanted to be touching her. She wanted someone to act like her body was a tempting and sexy and delicious. She wanted them to enjoy feeling her smooth skin and tangling their fingers in her soft hair and touching her in the places she normally kept hidden under lace panties. She didn't think there was anything wrong with wanting to be touched. But she didn't want to simply be touched. She wanted someone to want to touch her. It wasn't just running their fingertips over her skin, it was sensually feeling her and letting her know that making her feel sexy was what they both wanted. And then, because he wanted to see her, because he wanted to appreciate her body, they would pull her shirt off and the corners of his mouth would turn up when they unclasped her bra. "Beautiful." He didn't need to say it out loud. He could say it other ways. He could, because he wanted her body, hold her tight against him. Or rove his mouth down her neck and shoulders, teasing a breast with his lips and pulling a nipple into his mouth. And when she was ready, he would remove the rest of her clothes, pulling down her lace panties and letting them slide down her legs. From here, because he would want her to be moaning and squirming, he would prop himself down between her legs, her smooth inner thigh brushing against his ear and his mouth teasing her up and down. Because he wants to make sure she's ready, he nips and blows at the inside of her knee, then works his way up her thigh until she's craving what he's been withholding. Using his fingers to massage around her lips and work up her clit, he checks her face to make sure she still wants him. By now she's biting her lip and trying to arch closer to him. Spreading her, his lips cover her as he sucks against her clit, pushing two fingers into her and pushing down against her muscles. She's biting on the knuckle of her pointer finger and kneading her breast with her other hand. She arches against his mouth and rocks against him, his fingers pushing her to a level of need she didn't know he could give her. Now, because her sensuous body and the musky scent of her skin have him rock hard, she wants him. She's moaning, saying his name and biting her finger, lost in her desire for him. He leans over her body, running his lips along her neck. She gently pushes at his shoulder in silent communication and he rolls onto his back. Using her hands on his chest for balance, she positions herself over him. Holding him up with one hand, she slowly eases down, gasping when her ass cheeks meet his waist. She circles her hips in her pleasure at having taken in all of him and starts tilting her body up and down over him. His fingertips glide over the curve of her waist and up over her breasts and she moves her hips faster and faster, working for the release her body is begging for. Leaning forward to be closer to him, she pitches her hips back and forth. He closes his arms around her, her hair tickling his nose and the sweet scent of her sex and her shampoo swirl in his head as her body, warm and slippery, closes around him. Her moaning increases as if she is close to an orgasm so he lifts her waist up and thrusts into her. Reaching his hand down to tease her clit, she throbs against him as he pushes into her, in and out. Each time he thrusts up and fills her completely, she can feel her body warm and her skin tingle as her orgasm finally throbs and spreads to her entire body. She clutches at his shoulders and her climax pushes him over the edge. Her warm body covers him and her hot, wet pussy envelopes him as her body naturally relaxes after her climax. He knew he had sated the desire he had built in her and the feeling of fulfilment tightened his muscles and tension built until it released, her warm body still around him. She slid down and nestled into the curve under his shoulder, her hair still tickling his nose. Brushing it aside, he lightly raked his fingertips up and down her back as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his body against hers. What She Wants Her heart was racing, her eyes only able to register pure black around her. It took awhile for her to realize to she was blindfolded, and then she quickly learned that she was also tied down. She tried to move around, but to no avail. She was trapped, and frantic. Where was her boyfriend? What had happened to her? "Now, Ms. Harrison, you have been a very naughty young woman. And for that, you must be punished. Again and again, do you understand?" A voice boomed at her. She whimpered and nodded, stiffening as she felt hands on her naked thighs. Naked?! How did that happen? She thought to herself. "You will find it quite impossible to escape. I'm going to remove the blindfold now, and you are going to do exactly as I tell you to. Then you may leave, understand?" She choked out a raspy, "Yes.." and was suddenly blinded by the light as someone removed her blindfold. It took a minute to register where exactly she was, and who she was with, but then it clicked. "John.. What.. What's going on?" She blinked a few times at her tall, muscular, naked (and very turned on) boyfriend's best friend. "I told you already, you have been bad. Slutting around in your short skirts and tank tops that seem to spill your tits. They are rather nice, too..." He commented, reaching down to stroke a nipple, which imediately puckered at his touch. She couldn't believe how her body was betraying her -- This was Aaron's friend who was almost ten years older than she, how could she be turned on by this? Yet the moisture between her legs grew, and the smell of her juices reached her nostriles in no time. He must have smelled them, too, because he grinned and commented, "Turned on, are we?" She closed her eyes in shame, unable to see him reach down to her cunt, and dip his fingers inside. She moaned a, "But I'm dating.. You know that..." and sundry protests until he began fucking her with two fingers. She rocked her hips back and forth, really getting into it. Laughter exploded from him, "I never knew you were such a hot little slut..." He forced a third finger inside of her, and then four so that he was practically fisting her. She came quickly, covering his hand in her cum, which he then lifted to her lips, "Smell that?" She nodded. "That is your sin. Now lick it all off." Eagerly, she began to lick every inch of his hand, tasting her sweetness. What the hell am I doing? She thought to herself as she was sucking her own cum off of this boy's hand. Since she was tied down, she couldn't protest as he positioned himself above her, ready to penetrate her warm, wet, tight little cunt. But secretly, being tied to this boy's bed excited her. She wanted it more than anything, and tried to wiggle herself closer to his cock when he rubbed the head against her slit. This sent chills down her spine, making her nipples stand on edge. "You want it, don't you?" He asked, grinning at the expression on her face. She simply nodded and moaned a little. "You really are a slut..." He laughed just before forcing his entire penis deep inside of her. Her hips bucked upward and she bit her bottom lip so that she wouldn't scream. Bending down to her ear, he whispered, "Scream, bitch." With that, he banged her hard and fast as to get her to moan and cum all over his bed and his cock. She screamed, "Oh God... Oh my God.. What is happening to me.." He began breathing hard as he pounded in and out of her sopping wet pussy. "Who cares?" Her muscles tightened around his cock and he grunted loudly as he shot stream after stream of cum deep inside of her. She came shortly after, the orgasm causing her entire body to shake violently. "Oh man, Aaron was right... You are good..." "Aaron?! What does he have to do with this?" She cried. Suddenly she noticed a man in the corner, grinning at her. "Aaron..?" The man nodded, and then quickly approached the bed. "Was she good, John?" Smiling at his response, "Very good, very good.. You can leave now, I left our door unlocked." After John left the room, Angel giggled slightly, "He isn't as big as you... Come here, I need a real man.." Aaron ginned, "But you liked it?" "As always.." What She Wants "Tell me what you want." His voice cut through the darkness, and she strained to see his face. "I can't," she whimpered, "My head makes the words, but I can't get my mouth to say them." She rose up on her elbows, trying to find him. She felt his weight still on the bed, but in the darkness, his beautiful face eluded her. His touch was absent on her flesh, making her increasingly nervous. "Touch me, please ...." "Where?" "Anywhere." He took a fingertip and softly traced a line up the front of her shin, then drew away. "That's not what I meant, and you know it!" He smiled, the frustration in her voice amusing him. "Then tell me what it is that you DID mean, Princess ..." "I ..... I want ..... um ....." Her voice quivered. This was so hard for her! Why was this so hard for her?! He wasn't asking for anything more than to tell him her pleasure. Commanding her own body in private is easy for her to do, but to actually verbalize that was nearly impossible. Damn her fine Southern upbringing! Damn these inhibitions! Damn this man for pushing her to the edge only to back off and make her want and need so badly! "Yes?" he queried, knowing that the frustration was battling with the lust, and he could see that lust was winning. "I want a hug, please." "That's a good start, Princess," he said, moving up and taking her solidly in his arms, holding her warm body against his. He nuzzled her fragrant hair, and she turned her face toward him, hoping for a kiss. He did kiss her, but on the forehead. Her brow furrowed. "What's the matter, little girl?" "That's not what I wanted," she pouted as he brushed away the hair from her face. "I see. Then you will have to tell me what you wa...." She pulled his face to her and cut his words off with a heated kiss. She held his face in her hands, normally a move reserved strictly for him. She wasn't one to take any sort of control in the bedroom, yet tonight, he was forcing her to. A strange, erotic twist for her, and to his delight, she was finally warming up to the idea. When the kiss broke, they were both breathless at its ferocity. An air of sexual tension hung all around them, making their senses come alive for the first time in a long while. "Touch me ...." she said, reaching out and taking his hand in hers. "Here." She placed it on her breast, showing him how to delicately coax her nipples to erection. He watched in sheer amazement as she guided his hands on her body. He knew he pleased her before, but having her show him exactly the right touch, the intensity, even the order of things made this so exciting for him! "Like this?" He continued the movements she had showed him, varying them only slightly as he watched the pleasure roll across her face. "Ohhhh, yessssss!" She lay back on the bed. "Lie next to me, please!" He did, and he reached for her breasts once again, but he couldn't resist leaning down and kissing her face, and whispering in her ear. "Princess, you are so beautiful! Teach me ..." She took his hand and ran it over her soft tummy. She had always avoided his touch there before. It was one of the many things she hated about herself, but this time, she was allowing him to stroke her there. "You are so soft and warm," he murmured, "I love every inch of you." She allowed his hands to roam her body for a bit before making her next request. "Would you please sit up and let me sit against you?" Intrigued, he scrambled into position, and she sat between his legs, her back to him, and leaned back onto his chest. She was careful not to hurt the growing erection he was now sporting. "I can't say it. Maybe I can show you." He wrapped his arms around her, and she took his hands in hers once again. She guided them up her inner thighs, and finally to her pussy. She draped her legs over his, spreading them almost obscenely. She traced his fingers this way and that, showed him how to touch her clit ... a touch that was a bit heavier than he expected her to withstand. She told him that keeping his fingers wet was the key to pleasuring her ... it was easy to rasp away pleasure with dry fingers. She dropped her hands and allowed him to touch her on his own. She began a gutteral groan as his fingers set up the perfect rhythm, plunging and strumming her pussy into a dance of pleasure. He nibbled her neck and continued to murmur encouragements into her ear, letting her know that he was so glad she decided to share her pleasure with him. That he loved her all the more for opening up herself and trusting him. The orgasm swept over her, and she didn't cry out. She rode the waves of pleasure as he watched and orchestrated it, but this wasn't exactly what she wanted. She gave herself a moment of recovery before she turned completely to him. "May I?" "Anything, my love. You know that." She straddled his now-raging hard-on and lowered herself onto its girth. He watched her face, as his body became a part of hers, watched each grimace and pleasurable nuance until he felt her pelvis settle against his hips. She didn't begin frenzied movements, only cuddled against him and gyrated her hips in a slow cadence. They didn't need frenzy. They needed the closeness. She nuzzled his neck and he pushed her up so that he could use the newly-learned techniques on her breasts. He slid his hand between them, and placed a wet finger against her clit, listening to her moans turn to groans and feeling her grip him inside in a velvet vise. She was cumming, and the feeling of her orgasm against him sent his off with an explosive hum. She felt him lurch up against her, but he, too, was quiet. It was as if they were afraid their voices would break the spell between them. She sighed and slid from his hips, lying down next to him. He slid further down on the bed, pulling her to him and covering them both with a blanket. They still said nothing for a very long time, savoring the feel of their flesh pressed against each other, their warmth radiating against each other. In a moment, she whispered against him, "That is what I wanted." What She Wants She knew it was time to have a talk with him, so that night when he came home, she sat down next to him on the couch. "If we're going to spend the rest of our lives together, we've got to have better sex," she told him flatly. "I mean, it's ok, but the fire's not there, the magic in the sex that we had before is gone. It's like, every time we even get around to having sex, it's just in, out, and you get off. I need a lot more than that!" She realized that she had raised her voice, caught up in her feelings and her need to get it out. She saw the hurt in his eyes. "Why didn't you ever tell me it wasn't good? You know I would do anything to please you... but you have to tell me. I'm not a mind reader!" he told her. "I love you more than anything and I want you to be happy. Hell, we can start right now. What do you want me to do?" he asked, standing up and facing her. "I want you to take your time" she told him. "I want you to go sloooowly" she drew out the word to emphasize her point. "I want you to actually explore my body, every inch. I need you to touch me gently, kiss me all over, find every sensitive spot on me..." she trailed off as she realized how romantically silly her words sounded. But he didn't seem to think she was silly. He smiled down at her and slowly stripped off his shirt. She could feel herself getting wet just looking at his body. His chest and stomach were hard and defined, thanks to his hours at the gym. She loved how strong he was, and loved how deceptively gentle he could be when they had sex. She wanted the kind of sex that they had shared when it was new, when they had first started dating almost 5 years ago. He leaned over and picked her up from the couch, cradling her in his arms. She buried her face in the space between his neck and his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent, a smell she loved. He carried her to the bedroom, and laid her gently on the bed. He moved away, then reached down and unbuttoned the clasp of her jeans. Slowly he slid the zipper down and tugged her pants off. When that was done he also pulled off her shirt. Lying in just her bra and panties, she felt her excitement mounting and knew that her wetness was visible to him even in the dim evening light. Slowly he began to massage her lower legs. He moved up her legs, over her torso, and onto her arms. He moved back over her chest, paying special attention to each nipple as his large hands passed over her firm breasts. Finally, holding her head in his hands, he bent and kissed her, softly at first, then more insistent and his tongue probed her mouth, tasting her as she tasted him. He pulled away and placed his hand over her mound, moving in small circles over her with his fingers brushing her slit through her panties. She arched her body to meet his questing fingers, and he chuckled. "What's this?" he asked softly. "You want me to go slow and yet you seem impatient for attention. Which is it, baby? Fast or slow?" Without waiting for an answer, he pushed her panties aside and plunged 2 fingers into her hot wet pussy. She moaned and arched further as he pulled his fingers out and then shoved them back in. After the slow, tender beginning, this was a wonderful new pace and she was enjoying every second more than the last. When she thought the pleasure couldn't get any better, he withdrew his fingers and moved off the bed. "Oh shit, come back, oh damnit, I need it, please!" she moaned as he moved away. "Don't worry babe, I'm coming right back" he assured her. She glanced at him and saw that he was fumbling at his own pants and boxers, trying to free his hard cock. Finally he got them off and moved back onto the bed. Without saying a word she moved slightly to intercept him as he positioned himself to enter her. Instead, she took him into her mouth, surprising him. "You've been doing so well" she explained. "I figure a little payback would be nice." He sighed as her soft warm mouth descended on his shaft, tensing as she deepthroated him to the hilt. After a minute of this, she heard him moan. "Shit!" he gasped. "I'm not a god! You do that much longer and I won't be able to stop from cumming" he warned. "Well we wouldn't want that just yet, now would we?" she teased. She laid down and he entered her in one smooth thrust. His throbbing cock moved in and out of her pussy, sometimes slowly and gently, other times fast and hard. She loved it all. She didn't know how he was able to keep from cumming this long; it was much longer than he could ordinarily go. Her thoughts faded as the pleasure in her pussy increased. She pulled away and moved to her hands and knees. Looking over her shoulder at him, she told him, "I want it hard and fast, ok?" He nodded and pushed into her. As she had asked, he began to fuck her hard and fast, his skin slapping hers loudly. Suddenly, on impulse, he smacked her lightly on the ass. "Oh my GOD!" she yelled. "Oh yeah, please, baby, hit me again, mmmm!" He smacked her again, a little harder, on the opposite cheek. After he was positive that he wasn't hurting her, he began to spank her as he fucked her, harder and harder as he fucked her faster. He knew he was just about there, and he could feel her climax coming. "Come on baby" he whispered. "Come with me, come on, come on, come on" he grunted as he thrust one final time into her. He held her hips and pulled her onto him as his cum shot from his cock in an explosion of pleasure he had never felt before. At the same time she moaned and he could feel her pussy pulsing around his cock, and he knew she had cum as well. Slowly they collapsed onto the bed. He held her close and she kissed him softly. "How was that, was it good enough for you?" he asked. "Better. But I'm definitely not going to be satisfied with anything less than that from now on!" she told him. He pulled her closer and kissed her neck. "That's fine by me babe" he assured her. What She Wants I had not felt like finishing this story until I got an email from someone who said that they kept looking for me to write more. It is this person who inspired me to finish it and I dedicate the final offering to you. I felt like I had won the lottery. Here I was trading blow jobs with an incredibly beautiful young lady, and I wanted to give as good or better than I had received. So I decided a little teasing was in order. I wanted to start slow and build up her tension for a better climax. It will make perfect pay back for all that teasing I was subjected to all summer. In the flash of a moment my mind played back pictures of sweet sexy Cindy hanging around in tight clothes bumping in to me. Or an innocent hug held a little to tight for a little too long. The occasional nipple slip that we both would pretend didn't happen. Pay back is a bitch but we both were going to enjoy it. Standing on her knees straddled over me in the lawn chair she brought her hips closer to my face. Time for phase one. I grabbed Cindy's hips with both hands stopping her forward movement. I went straight for her amazing looking belly button and began planting kisses. I worshiped at her abdomen, softly kissing everywhere. Meanwhile I moved my hand in towards her center till I found my secret target. First I found the lips of her pussy and pretended to brush her there by accident, I moved it off leaving my thumb next to and almost on top of her clit. It was easy to find because of it's size. I left it there and continued to kiss around everywhere I could reach. She began to softly moan as I moved southward, expecting me to go in for the kill. At the last moment I moved back up away from from where she wanted me to kiss. This time her moan was one of frustration, but I stuck to my plan. A few seconds later I put my thumb on top of her clit and applied some pressure and movement. I still had one free hand and I used it to trace circles softly on one of her ass cheeks. It felt amazing. A perfect shape, firm, and soft all at the same time. Cindy was moaning again, her frustration from a moment ago now a distant memory. Moving my hand from her ass I grabbed one of her tits. It was a nice hand full and caused my cock to start getting hard again. (wow that didn't take long!) Taking her nipple between thumb and finger, I began to abuse it. I pinched and twisted it mercilessly. She loved it and the volume of her moans increased. I slid my thumb from her clit into her slit and teased her opening gathering moisture as lubricant. After a short stay there I moved back up until I felt her clit again and traced wet circles all around it. It wasn't taking long to achieve the desired result and her moans turned into a whimper. Her volume was increasing, and as long as it didn't get much louder we would be okay. The river carried sound easily and we could be overheard if someone was near nearby. The next few minutes were almost as pleasurable for me as they obviously were for her. I explored everything thing I could with my kisses, as I pinched and twisted nipples and rubbed her clit and labia. All the while she demonstrated her appreciation with the ever increasing volume of her whimpering and moaning. I escalated my assault on her by very swiftly inserting two fingers into her pussy and pumping like a piston. I wasn't ready for her reaction and flinched a little when she let out a short shrill scream. My first thought was oh my God I have a screamer on my hands. I never had a screamer. This was too cool! My next thought was fuck I have a screamer on my hands. "Shh someone might hear us" I warned her, and she toned it down a little bit. I used the next few moments working on her pussy with one hand and kissing and fondling every thing else I could with my mouth and other hand. When I felt I had built her up enough I started kissing my way south again with purpose and intent. I went straight where she wanted me to. I gave her the adoration that she deserved by wrapping my lips around her nether lips and commenced giving her a French kiss down there and then moved to suck on her clit. She let out a muffled scream and I was happy at first to see she was using some restraint in her vocalizing. It sounded like she had one of her hands over her mouth. Then it dawned on me that she had both hands on me. One was on my shoulder and the other was pulling my head tighter to her pussy. I looked up to see what was going on and Cindy had somehow grown another arm. A less tanned arm with a sleeve from a pink tee shirt. Then came another arm seemingly out of no where snaking it's way around her midsection as if someone was trying to steady her. Now a second very pretty head popped out grinning down at me in appreciation of the scene before it. Shit! It was Lisa, Cindy's sister. I lay there frozen not knowing what to do or what to expect. Cindy opened her eyes looked down and said "Don't stop Uncle Rock, Lisa isn't going to tell on us!" " What?" I managed to stammer. I was dumbfounded but managed to ask "She's going to watch and help keep you quiet?" "Yah" Lisa replied speaking for the first time. "I've had to do this before. She's too fucking loud, I heard her when I went out side to make a phone call and knew what she was up to." "Maybe we should move this indoors" I said. "No" Cindy protested. "I want cum out here with the sun on my skin. I love having sex in the sun." I agreed that it was nice, and instructed Lisa to do a good job as sound muffler. Play time was over I wanted Cindy to cum, no more teasing. I put my mouth on her clit, glanced at Lisa's smiling face and then began licking and sucking on her clit. I worked my fingers in and out of her hole making sure I curled them up to try and hit her G-spot. I kept at her clit because it was producing the desired effect, and because I was infatuated by it. It was what I considered large, even tho I had seen pictures of bigger ones, and Cindy sure liked what I was doing to it. I glanced up again and watched Lisa as she watched me. She alternated from observing what went on at Cindy's pussy, to looking at my cock. Cindy was looking down at me and I broke contact with her skin long enough to give her a quick smile and a wink, and then was right back at it. I kept the same rhythm going, I didn't want to cause her to back away from her impending orgasm. Then I felt a hand grasping my cock. It was Lisa's hand and she was using it to explore my genitals. Her hand slowly explored the head, fingers circled the cap and then wrapped around the shaft moving downward. When she reached my balls her hand cupped around them and tested their weight. Then she tested their elasticity. She stretched them as far as she dared. Now her curiosity finally satisfied she began working on my cock in earnest. It was a long time since I had a hand job, and what she was doing felt so good. Cindy was making noise in abandon now that she could enjoy her blow job and not worry about how much noise she made. Feeling that her time was near I set about pushing her over the edge. I doubled my efforts with my mouth and gave her a quick slap on the ass. She responded nicely and after a few more slaps I moved up to her tits and began working on her nipples. I didn't know that Lisa had let go of my cock until she grabbed it again and began working it back and forth in her pussy lips. As she guided it inside of her I looked down at the ground and noticed a pair of panties and white shorts in a heap on top of a pair of flip flops. She had worked them off with one hand while she muffled Cindy's mouth with the other. Lisa was already very wet and worked her herself up and down my dick getting more and more of it lubed as she made to impale herself fully on it. She felt wonderful on my cock, her pussy tightly grabbing around it. When my cock was finally all the way inside her she stayed there getting used to my size and enjoying the sensation. She felt warm wet and tight, and I didnt care how long she took to use my cock, it felt so good. Cindy was whimpering again and I knew she was at the point of now return. I engulfed her clit with my mouth and sucked on it like it was a piece of hard candy. My hand was a piston in her pussy again, pounding out a rhythm with my fingers. Suddenly she was there. With a shudder she began to convulse and writhe with pleasure. Thankfully Lisa's hand never left Cindy's mouth because she let out a long scream. Her face had a look of blissful agony as her orgasm played itself out. When Cindy began to come down from her pleasure I felt Lisa begin to move up and down on my cock. She had both hands on me now steadying herself as she concentrated on fucking her Uncle. After a few minutes Cindy's breathing had slowed down to almost normal and getting up off of me she proceeded to plant a long wet kiss on me, and we played sword fight with our tongues while she rubbed her hand on my chest. I returned the favor and grabbed one of her abused tits and set about soothing it. Lisa was clearly into what she was doing now, her fingers were playing in her pussy. First on her clit and then traveling down to encircle my cock as she pounded up and down on it, then back to her clit. The added stimulation from her hand was driving me crazy every time it came down around my cock. I was feeling that familiar feeling, the tingle of pleasure that coursed thru my very hard member. I started playing with Lisa's small tee shirt covered tits to help her catch up in case she wasn't as far along as I was. Plus I wanted those tits that I had been lusting after for so long, and now I had my chance. Lisa whimpered like her sister while having sex, but she was able to keep her volume down. We carried on for a few minutes. Her hand went back and forth from dick to clit. My hand was exploring her very intriguing breasts through the thin material of her pink tee shirt. When reached under her top and my hand was finally skin on skin with her tits she began to cum on my cock. There was an almost explosion of wetness from her that covered my cock and dripped down onto my balls. "I'm cuming!" Lisa stated. I was lost in my own pleasure for a moment and I knew I was going to cum. It took what must have been just a few seconds, but felt like a whole minute had passed. Then I started shooting my seed inside of her. "I'm cuming too" I replied. Lisa seemed to get some added pleasure from us coming at the same time and a second orgasm washed over her. Cindy was now planting kisses on me and worked her way up to my ear where she said, "I hope your enjoying this as much as I am." All I could do at that point was nod my head in agreement. Finally we were spent, and I pulled Lisa's Tee shirt up over her head and then she was as naked as the rest of us. She looked beautiful, her tits were just a little bit more than handfuls. She was a little more curvy than her sister, and she had a neatly trimmed landing patch of hair above her pussy that made your eye move right down it to her nether lips. Like I've said before she is a girly girl and plays the part to utmost delight of all the males around her. We sat around and explored each other bodies with our eyes and sometimes our hands as we talked for a while. I learned that Cindy got her tan from sun bathing in a discrete corner on the roof of their dorm. Lisa tanned there too but Cindy was the one who spent the most time up there. Sometimes she had a boyfriend with her and thats where Lisa was employed to make sure Cindy kept quiet while they fucked so that no one would discover them. They first started the practice when they were at home and didn't want to be discovered when they masturbated in the bedroom they shared. Cindy had worked long and hard on her deep throat technique using her boyfriend as a training tool. Lisa was trying to learn to do it and wondered if I might be interested in helping her learn how. She really liked to be gaged by a big cock and felt that mine would do just nicely for that purpose. I was happy to volunteer. After a while we put our cloths back on and after a final kissing and groping session we went home to do other things, but the three of us promised to get together soon and pick up where we left off. What She Wants Is What She Gets! My brother moved his family to our neighborhood after visiting us one summer. They all fell in love with the area and since the oldest child wasn't doing well in school, it was decided that a change of location and school would be best for everyone involved. We live down a one lane gravel road that meanders along the side of a mountain river. That's the appeal of this area. It's pretty country, quiet and private. You can't see your neighbors from your house and that suits me just fine, as I like to sunbath in the nude when summer comes around. It's a habit I got into when our daughter moved away and we became empty nesters for the first time. My brother is very prolific at fathering girls. Of which he has five. All of his girls are attractive. Especially the two middle girls. Lisa is the older of the two. She comes by her blond hair naturally, is quite athletic and is on the Cheerleading squad in college. She is slim and trim with long legs and small pert breasts. Her long locks frame her cute face and fall down on her shoulders when, she doesn't have them pinned up on top of her head. I've had a tough time trying to keep from blatantly ogling her (and her younger sister) when they were around. I guess I always thought that because they came as extra baggage to the current family it was ok to look and daydream about them but not to touch. You see they have a different mother than the rest of his kids, and came to live with him when he married my wife's little sister. In spite of this they grew up to be good kids, and soon went off to college to further their education, and become responsible adults. You couldn't help notice the fact that Lisa and her sister Cindy had blossomed into very pretty young ladies, a fact that dawned on me one summer when the girls came home from college. Lisa always had good looks, and is a girly girl, but now she was more filled out in the hips, and her breasts are bigger than I remembered. Growing up, Cindy had short hair and was more of a tomboy. She did however have a gorgeous smile and I knew that she would some day become a very pretty woman. That seemed to happen sometime during her freshman year at college, as I had noticed when Cindy and Lisa stopped over to say hi when they arrived home for the summer. Cindy was all grown up and more filled out too. Charisma seemed to just pour out of her now. As we talked and joked I noticed that her laugh and mannerisms just grabbed ones attention. This is one girl that would have no trouble making her way in life. All she had to do was laugh and smile at you to melt your heart and make you do whatever it was that she wanted. Lisa is very pretty, but Cindy had become gorgeous! Her hair was now longer and made her look all the more grown up. Her breasts (which were never much in the past) were now a generous handful, and obviously not bound up by a bra. She had her older sister's long legs, which were nicely tanned. I couldn't help wondering if they were tanned from a tanning bed or from the sun. Little did I know at the time, that I would get the chance to discover that secret! One afternoon Cindy called me at work and asked if she could come over and swim off the dock that I had for launching canoes. I liked to canoe as a way of keeping in shape. I also liked to sunbathe in the nude on that dock. I said yes of course, and thought maybe she would still be there when I got home, as my mind wandered through a playground of forbidden fantasies. And when I arrived home there she was on the dock lying in a deck chair. I figured I should go over and at least say hi, and offer her something to drink. As I grew closer my jaw dropped and my heart raced! Cindy had nothing on except for sun screen. It smelled like coconuts as the scent drifted by me on the breeze. Obviously she had gotten tired from swimming, and fell asleep under the warm rays of the sun while resting. I didn't know what to do at first. Realizing that I might never get a second chance to see her naked body again, I let my eyes wander across her nude form making a mental picture of her for future reference. I was sure she would die from embarrassment at being seen by her uncle, and run off to never be seen by me again, so I stayed as quiet as I could. Her skin was beautiful, smooth and tanned from head to toe. No tan lines. Not a one. There's no place to sunbathe in the nude at college. So I thought I had my answer, only a tanning bed could have done that. Her breasts were perfect and just the right size for me, about a C cup I guessed. Her areolas were smallish. They looked to be about the size of a quarter with nipples standing erect and about as big as an eraser on a brand new pencil. Her stomach was flat, and her belly button was an innie, the most perfect I had ever seen. I wanted so much to lay my head there and never leave. Her pussy was completely bald. I couldn't tell if it was that way naturally or if it was shaved, and her clit was big, the biggest I had ever seen. It begged to be kissed and sucked on. Looking down, I almost thought that I was looking at a much younger girl, because of the size of her breasts, and no hair on her pussy. But I knew better. She was in her twenties and was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in that stage of undress. And that's when it dawned on me. Why not join her. I had been to nude beaches before, and I knew that everyone was there to see, and be seen. Maybe I could slip out of my clothes join her on the dock, and when she woke up she would realize that I like nude sunbathing as much as she did. We could do it together. She must have nudists mentality with that perfect body completely tanned like that. Things didn't have to be sexual; we could be two nudists enjoying the sun and the view. At least I hoped we could. I quietly went inside grabbed a beer and got out of my cloths and into a robe and sandals and crept back up to the dock. She seemed to still be asleep. I took my robe off and carefully lay down on a deck chair next to her, trying not to make a sound and wake her up. I didn't know what Cindy's reaction was going to be when she woke up and found me there, so I was going to enjoy the view while it was there and try not to wake her up too soon. I watched here perky tits, and her flat belly rise and fall with her breathing. I took in the sight of her hairless pussy, and marveled at the beauty and woman she had grown into. My cock stirred and I willed it to stop growing. I didn't want to get caught with a raging hard on. But I did want to put on a good impression when she did wake up. So I tried to meditate on keeping it some what erect. And then somewhere along the way, from watching her sleep, I fell asleep too. I know what you're thinking, what a dumb ass! You spoiled everything. Now all she has to do if she wakes up first is gather her things and slip away. But that's not what happened. Slowly I started to wake up with the feeling of someone's lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I started to get the sensation of someone's whole mouth engulfing my cock, and my cock getting harder. Boy I must be dreaming because then it felt like my whole cock was down someone's throat! My eyes blinked open and I realized I wasn't dreaming. There was my whole cock down Cindy's throat. My God I thought. She must not have any gag reflex to be able to do that. I'm no porn star candidate but my wife measured me once when it was good and hard and it just did come up to seven inches. None the less here she was deep throating my cock with no problem at all. She looked up at me and noticing I was awake, removed my pride and joy from her mouth and with a beautiful smile on her face said. "I noticed you joined me for a little nap in the sun." "And then I noticed your perfectly tanned half hard cock, and couldn't help myself." "I just had to pay it some attention." "It looked so good!" Not being able to think clearly in situations like these, my only response was. "Where did you learn to suck cock like that?" "Oh it takes some practice." "And don't get all prudish on me." She was reading my mind now as I was coming to my senses, and noticed my parental instincts kicking in. "I can tell what your thinking, and number one I'm a big girl now, and number two I will make up my mind what I do and whom I do it with!" "Besides I don't consider you part of the family." "We are only related by marriage, my father to your wife's sister." "And that woman's not my Mother." "Shoot if cousins can marry in some places we can have our little fun." "We're both consenting adults!" "Ok, Ok." I replied. She had started stroking my cock when she took it out of her mouth. It felt wonderful under her manipulations. I now wanted her to continue what she had started. But first something needed saying. "I realize all that, and I just want to be sure you really want to do this, and that you promise no one will find out about it." "We both don't need the trouble that would cause." She smiled that devastating smile again stuffed my dick in her mouth and said "Off Courff." "Don't talk with your mouth full young lady, and get back to business." I scolded. With a giggle she doubled her efforts, and proceeded to perform the blow job of the century on me, taking my length and girth in with ease. She would swallow my cock all the way down till her cute nose rested on my belly, and her chin was on my balls. Staying there until she gagged for air, she would come back up and stroke the length of it while she caught her breath. Then Cindy would start her mouth back down my cock again keeping up the same routine and steady rhythm. "Let me work on that Pussy of yours." I said wanting to return at least some of the pleasure she was giving me. She turned just enough for me to be able to reach it and still not diminish the wonderful experience she was giving me. I cupped her smooth firm ass cheeks with my hand and gently stroked it until my hand was familiar with its terrain. Then I set my fingers in search of her love hole. Finding it wet with her juices I stuck a finger in and explored around. She started moaning and I stuck two then three fingers in that wonderful pussy, her moans of pleasure spurring me on. I moistened my thumb with her pussy juices and sank it into her ass hole up to the first knuckle. I then put my two middle fingers back in her pussy. I looked for her to object and when she didn't I started working on both holes at the same time. She was getting all worked up and making noises. I knew she was a screamer and if it wasn't for her sucking my cock she would probably be getting real loud as she grew closer to cuming. Thinking about having my dick in the mouth, and my fingers in the pussy and ass of such a gorgeous creature was brining me to the point of no return. Having her insert a finger in my ass hole pushed me over the edge. This was new for me. I guess she felt if her ass was fair play, so was mine! It felt great combined with her gagging on my cock. I was finally past the point of no return. "I'm Cuming." I said and started grunting. Spasms of pleasure washed over me and I looked down to see her take my cock out of her mouth long enough to watch a thick white rope of cum shoot out the tip and onto her lips. Then as if admiring her handy work, with a huge grin she swallowed my dick hole again. She sucked on it for all she was worth as it went all the way back down her throat, and she left if there while I pumped shot after shot of cum down into her belly. She couldn't do anything in this circumstance, except swallow everything I pumped into her. She came back up for another quick breath and then went right back down on my cock causing another wave of pleasure to hit me, and I continued to pump hot cum down her throat. It seemed to last a lifetime, but must have only lasted a couple of minutes. Finally I came down from my orgasm and she went back to sucking the length of my shaft again, which is something I love to have done to me after I cum. I wonder where she picked that up from. Concentrating on my pleasure had caused her to back away from her orgasm, but I planned to do something about that soon. After cleaning me up with her mouth, she hopped up, threw her leg across me and straddled my chest. With a grin on her face she said. "I've wanted to do that to you all summer!" Even though it stunned me to hear her say that, I asked "Well what took you so long?" "I didn't know how to approach you." she replied. "Then I got the idea to ask permission to go swimming on your dock." "I figured I could pretend to fall asleep sunbathing with nothing on, and when you saw me naked it would be all down hill from there." "I was just going to wing." "But I fell asleep while waiting for you to discover Me." she pouted. "I thought I would join you when I found you, but I fell asleep too." I replied. She said "When I woke up and found you naked I knew you wanted to fuck me too, so I went ahead and jumped your bones, aren't you glad I did?" She asked. "Yes I am." "You're great at sucking cock." I said. Then something dawned on me. "Hey are you telling me you set this whole thing up?" I asked in amazement. "Uh huh "she answered." Grabbing me by the chin she forced me to look her in the eyes and stated. "Hey don't you think its time to return the favor?" And with that she stood up on her knees and started to bring her sweet pussy with that wicked huge clit towards my grinning mouth so I could suck her off as payment for the head she gave me. What she wants is what she gets! I wondered where Lisa was for a brief moment. Then I concentrated on doing as good a job on her as she had done on me. To be continued!