11 comments/ 37306 views/ 0 favorites Completely By: Kaishaku On Saturday my girlfriend... ah, fiancé introduced me to her asshole. Perhaps I should say anus to be a bit more anatomically formal. Anyway, she had just stepped out of the shower and completed an alluring show out of drying herself off. I simply sat on the bed and watched, feeling my erection slowly twitch to full attention. I leaned onto my side and prepared myself for her to climb onto the bed with me and carry on nakedly together. Instead, she tossed me a vial of lubricant from the medicine cabinet. She finished drying off and walked over to me. Turning her nicely firm curved ass to me, she bent over, reached back grabbing the cheeks of her ass and slowly spread them for me. When I didn't move from the bed she said, "Come on, lube up and let's go." "Go where?" I asked. "Baby," she replied, "we've been together nearly a year, been engaged for over a month, I think it's time you've fuck me completely." "You mean I haven't before?" "That's not what I mean. You've done my pussy and mouth, it's time you've finished me off. Fucked me in every hole, fucked me completely." "But," I said, pausing while thinking of a couple of other holes that seemed it bit bigger than the star like pinhole I was looking at now, "won't it be a little messy?" "Well, a little, but so is all sex, hell life is messy for that matter. Just look how messy having a baby is." "But this has nothing to do with babies," I said, pensively convincing myself that, this had nothing to do with babies. "Besides I just showered, so I am nice and clean for you, and we can use a damp washrag to clean up afterwards." "And we need to do this so..." "So I can be completely fucked, so we've done everything." "Everything?" "Like I said, you did my mouth and pussy, why not my ass?" "Okay, but will it hurt?" "No, well just a little. I've tried before it with a dildo." "I was talking about me." "You, how could it hurt you?" "Well, it just seems so small." "Come on, let's try something new. You do want to do this don't you?" "Yes," I replied after what I hoped wasn't construed as too long of a pause. "Okay, then we'll put some lube on your cock," she said, turning and squeezing the vial until the clear liquid ran down the length of me. "Now work it around." I wrapped my fingers around myself and worked the lube all over me. When I finished I said, "Okay, all lubed up." "Now go ahead and lube me up a bit." "Lube you up?" "Yes, just get some on your finger and work it in there." "Work it in?" "Yes, come on now," she growled, pouring a few drops of the greasy liquid on my finger. "Now work it in." She turned, bent over further and then spread her cheeks wide. I reached out and lightly touched her star, rubbing the lubricant over the tightly stretched skin. "You need to work it in." "Work it in?" "Yes, yes, push your finger with the lube into my asshole." "Into it?" "How else are you going to lube it?" She turned her head so I don't think she saw the grimace on my face as I slowly pushed my finger, turning it slowly, back and forth. Her asshole seemed to loosen up as my finger ever so slowly burrowed into her tight opening. When I finished I still wondered how my cock, which was obviously several times bigger around than my finger, was going to fit. Standing up, I grabbed the lube and dripped a bunch more over the head of my cock. I then grabbed her hips and moved forward until the head of my cock was nestled up between her cheeks. "What do I do now?" "Just like your finger, push it in," she replied. "Just like my finger?" I thought to myself. I leaned forward and tried to thrust, but it was like pushing against a wall. "It doesn't seem to be working," I said. "Push harder, like you want to fuck me good." I gritted my teeth and pushed. At first nothing happened, but then, she seemed to open some to me, slowly letting me ease into her. Yes, the head had slipped all the way into the tight opening. "Now push in more." "More?" "Yes, all the way." "All the way?" "Yes, yes, come on.' I firmed up my grip on her hips and pushed, inching my cock into her. Surprisingly it didn't hurt me, in fact it felt quite good... really good. It was like fucking her pussy, but not as wet and much, much tighter. I kept pushing in until I felt my cock bump up against something solid. "Is that it?" I asked, noticing my cock wasn't quite all the way in. "No, you just need to push again." "Again," I repeated. I continued the pushing and, just like she said, it worked. My cock was now buried deep in her ass. "Okay, it's all in." "Well, now fuck me." I backed out slowly, feeling her muscles squeezing in on me, pinching me out. I only backed out a short distance before shoving back into her, but damn, oh damn she was so tight and warm. Quickening my pace I could felt the tight pleasure over the entire length of me. I also felt her fingers moving near my balls, but realized she was working her clit and my balls just happened to be bouncing in her way. I kept up a good pace for a minute or so, but by then the overwhelming sensation on my cock simply was catching up to me. Normally I was always able to keep from coming too soon, but damn not now. I mean I tried, I looked at the clock, repeated the numbers, then added them, then squared them and divided by two. Fuck, it just wasn't working. I bent over her and listened to her breathing, but no, she wasn't there yet and I, I, I was teetering on the edge. Hoping to hold off, I slowed down, and then stopped, but that only made it worse as I started moving again. Finally I had to simply give up and give in to the sensation of her. Clamping onto her hips, I thrust hard, shoving myself deep into her. I then quickly withdrew and shoved again, feeling the intense pleasure as it happened. I came, spurting my cum deep into her ass as I moaned loudly and simply enjoyed the incredible tightness of her. I could feel her body slacken some in frustration but all I could do was wrap my arms around her stomach and hold on, trying to keep my cock in that wonderful warmth as long as I could. All too soon I felt her muscles squeezing and I felt the utter loneliness as my cock slipped from her. She turned and grabbed the rag, tossing it over my cock as I whispered, "I'm sorry, it was just so intense. I couldn't hold off." Smiling stoically, she said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Next time I'll get a bit more of a head start and maybe you will be able to hold off a little more." "Next time," I asked pensively... then letting it all replay in my mind I continued, "Yeah, next time. Next time it will be a lot better." Well, there I was, proud to know that I had done it, I had completely fucked my girl... ah, fiancé. Completely Coherent Essay It might be an unpopular position that there are at least twenty places a man can fuck a women, with his cock stiff and erect and ready to bust. It may be even less popular that a woman can enjoy any one of those ways equally to a man. Few girls actually derive pleasure from having their earhole fucked, a sticky head jamming up against the cartilage, depositing streaks of precum in the hole. She hears that obnoxious sound of pounding in her ear, she can only make strained eye contact with her lover, she can only restrain him with one arm. Yet, somehow, somewhere there is a girl who loves it, wants the whole load oozing out of her head at the end of sex, wants only to be pounded in the side of the head until a migraine mounts and her neck becomes stiff for the love of pure earsex. Maybe it has nothing to do with the where and when, maybe all that's important is that she is pleasing her man, and maybe he doesn't even enjoy earfucking, maybe he gets off on the fact that she loves him so much that she would endure someone smashing their cock into the side of her face, and he loves her for that. That must be making love, no matter how absurd it is. In the same way that one couple in a million is earfucking with neither of them actually physically enjoying it, there are one million couples who want to try something absurd, but are too embarrassed, or proud, or respectful of their partner's wishes to even bring it up. While I wouldn't be one of those earfuckers, if someone wanted me to do it to them, I would. I would disappear from the world for a week and play slave for her if she wanted me to, and she knows that, but she thinks it's too weird. I would love her to do the same for me, and she doesn't know that, and she never will, because she wouldn't want to be thought of that way, and I know that. So why don't I get off on not enslaving my love. Why don't I flip the script and consider my repression a form of loving servitude and sacrifice? Not all love is sex, but, I believe, all sex is love, in some form or another. There is no clear line between romance and fetish. I like to place my fingers firmly on her inner thighs and pull the skin outward to see how the elastic skin connects to her plump outer lips. Exactly how much tension does it take for them to separate and expose those shy inner beauties? And for how long need that tension be applied? And the inner lips, what makes them open to me? It's like watching an apple tree blossom. The petals fall away and a green fruit hangs there for you to sink into, save the sweet juice, suck on the seeds and spit them out with a trickle of saliva. Equally, that whore on your computer screen shows you the forbidden fruit, the red delicious prolapse that she forces from her asshole with the sound of a well lubricated fart. Is it depraved to get off to her? Is it depraved to love her? Rape, non-consentual sex? Is that not love? There are hundreds getting off on reading rape stories on Literotica. Even that highly personal non-fiction you posted here about molestation, sexual trauma, anonymous assault? Someone (presumably male, right?) has masturbated to it. That story about the abusive Dom/me who took it too far-- no, not the one where she cried "no! stop! please!", but the one where she cried the humorous safeword with utter seriousness, agony and despair: "llama!", "chiffon!", "rosebud!" and the punishment still does not relent. That's the one that really turns them on. We have intentionally reversed the connotation of words, perverted them. Is that depravity, or is it still in realm of sex and love and romance? That mentally ill person on the street who rapes someone in broad daylight, is that love or just mental illness? Can rape be unrequited love? we don't like to think of rape like anything but a hate crime, a violent crime, a powerplay, but it is also sexual in nature. There is a certain aspect of love to even choosing victims. No matter how far I disappear down this rabbit hole, I'll find the rabbits who dug the whole and seen the mole people deep down and kept digging and still never saw the bottom. Completely Cuckolded The following is a true story about events which took place about a year ago. Although it happened some time ago the images are still fresh in my mind and I feel the need to get it off my chest. My wife and I started dating in university. I was studying to be a teacher and her a physicist. We started dating and there was instant attraction, we started having sex not too long into the relationship. We would always meet every chance we got in those days. After school ended we decided to get married, I was 25 and she was 24. Going into our relationship I always knew that she was the more sexually experienced of the two of us, but this did not really bother me. Soon after we got married my wife was pregnant with our first, and only child. Taking care of our son at first consumed both of our lives. During the pregnancy, my usually very skinny wife had put on a few pounds. She started going to the gym to work the weight off and in no time was looking back to normal. The only difference was that her hips were now pushed out giving her and fuller figure, with still no fat to speak of. My wife is an extremely attractive woman to me. She's 5'7" with a very thin build. Not much in the way of breasts, but her legs and ass more than make up for that. She has long brown hair, and very pretty face with soft features and brown eyes. I've always gotten hard just from touching her. She did a great job of staying in shape, handling a small family and preparing for her career. I bed Michelle was always the submissive one. She loved getting it doggie style and having her hair pulled while doing it. She was quite wild in bed, she had rape fantasies, threesome fantasies and all sorts of others. But that's mostly what they were, she would not have done most of the things we talked about. My wife was always quite vocal during sex and we would tell eachother fantasies while screwing. For years it always did the trick for getting both of us off. I loved fucking her skinny fit body, she is so sexy. She soon got a job as a research scientist at the weather office; I was working a school for my first teaching job so things were going pretty well. Our son was now old enough for daycare so we could both work. I worked five day weeks, but my wife only worked four. She was on compressed days so she worked longer hours on the four she did work. Life seemed to be going at a normal pace. Nothing could have really prepared me for what happened. One Friday we only had a half day at the school because of parent teacher interviews. I had some interviews in the morning but was done around 11:20. I decided to go home to relax. When I got there I saw a strange car in the driveway. I didn't recognize it as a friend of any of ours, plus they would all be working. I decided to go around the back and enter the house through the basement entrance. I went in quietly at first and heard nothing from the main floor. But as I went up the stairs heard the noises of my wife being frantically fucked. I froze in shock and listened for about five minutes. My wife was talking dirty to him, not something completely out of character. Things like "fuck me, fuck my pussy" were said. Then she screamed out, "you have such a big dick". As I would soon find out she was not lying. They continued to bang away, with me standing on the bottom of the stairs. Then I got my head sort of straight and headed up for the bedroom. I opened the door and there they were my wife and a man I recognized right away. He was the guy I would she her standing with sometimes when I went to pick her up from the gym. He was a big muscular black man and he was fucking my wife on our bed, and he was showing no signs of stopping. I yelled, "you're fucking my wife!!???" He just said, "yes, I am" in return and kept going. I was frozen in shock. From my view all I could she was my wife's legs up in the air and a black ass pumping away at her. And to top it all off she was still moaning and screaming for more. He had no problem giving it to her. He was giving it to her harder and better than I could have ever done. After about 5 more minutes of fucking I saw him tense up and start to cum in my wife's pussy. I couldn't believe this guy just came in my wife on our wedding bed. At first I couldn't ell if he had a condom on or not, I hoped he did. I got my answer when I saw him remove the biggest dick I have ever seen from my wife's pussy. It wasn't even fully hard anymore and it was still huge. He had no condom on it either. Right in front of me he leaned forward and kissed my wife. I felt so much rage toward this guy. As he was getting up I went to attack him, a very bad move. Soon enough this naked black guy was kicking my ass like I was nothing. All I remember from the beat down was his big dick flapping in the air as he stomped on me. The same dick that just fucked my wife and was dripping with a mixture of their cum. All the while shouting at me to get up and calling me a bitch. Then he grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up and told if I raised a hand at my wife he would come back and beat me double. After that he just got dressed and left. Left me on the floor, beaten and my wife lying on the bed fucked. I must have sat there for an hour until I heard a little voice. It was my wife's saying, "I'm sorry" and, "It's the only time that it happened". I didn't now what to say, this was going to ruin my whole life. The rest of the night consisted of my wife tending to my bruises and telling me how much she loved me and that she didn't want to lose what we had and so forth. While she tended to my injuries I started to get strangely submissive to her. Even though I never imagined early that day that my wife and I would be making love we did that night. I couldn't make her scream like her lover did but it was still good. I noticed that she was looser and that couldn't be helped. She seemed so innocent in the whole thing that I had to forgive her. The way she made it sound was that she didn't want it to happen. But when I asked if she enjoyed it she said that she did. I days following what happened we talked about it. My wife agreed to stop seeing the black man and that we would consider it a one time thing. After that I wanted to consider it over and done with. Still on a few Fridays I would come by to check on the house finding nothing each time. It was also hard not to feel bad about it, I had been completely humiliated by that guy. I pictured him telling his friends about the married woman he fucked and the husband he beat up. And no matter how hard I tried to fuck my wife I could never get the reaction I saw when he was fucking her. I also felt inferior to him because of his large dick. He really was a well build man I'm guessing around 6'6" muscles everywhere. Like the muscles on his ass that strained as he pumped his load into my wife. Every black man I saw from that point on has intimidated me, even the black students in my classes. I couldn't believe my wife was fucking one One day my wife and I were sharing some alone time when she got all emotional and told me that she had something to tell me. Then she confessed that she continued to fuck that guy after that time. That they would fuck after work sometimes or whenever else they could. And the worst part was that she was pregnant and he wanted her to keep it. She assured me that it wasn't my fault, it's just that she fell in love. She admitted that the reason she was going was sexually motivated and that he did things to her body that I just couldn't. I didn't know what to say, the woman that I loved was leaving me because I couldn't fuck her well enough. She let me fuck her one more time before we separated. She wasn't to into it but I got off hard. The whole thing has left me humiliated and a single father. Right now we are going through a divorce. One that is very embarrassing for me since by the time it's finished she will be having a black baby. And someday my son will know that mommy left me for a black man. All of this is very hard to deal with as well as the fact that I find the whole thing rather arousing. And that image burned into my mind of my wife's legs up in the air and that black ass pumping away. Her screaming and talking dirty. I masturbate thinking about it and that is not helping me move on with my life. Also going around feeling intimidated by black men does not help matters. Also knowing that my wife is screwing her brains out every night is not a comforting thought. Completely Relaxed Like most men, I pretend to spend very little time on my looks and I tend to walk right by all the millions of cosmetics stalls in departments stores and malls. But, a few years ago a new shop at the Mall caught my eye. Well, actually it caught my nose, as the most delightful fragrances wafted out. I did my best to ignore it a few times, but finally, I was drawn in the by the perfume of lavender, lemon, rosemary, basil and a hundred other herbs, spices, fruits an flowers that had been used to make the most amazingly colorful array of soaps, shampoos, conditioners, bubble baths, moisturizers, you name it. A number of other shoppers, almost all young women, were similarly drawn in and there we all stood, picking up honey soaps and almond-vanilla creams. I was drawn to a wall that advertised ‘For Him” products and was especially drawn to a shaving cream that claimed to tame that wild, manly beard. I am not sure I have a wild or manly anything, but the slogan worked and I bought a tub of the stuff. The stuff really did work. Having suffered shaving burns on my chin and neck for years, this cream really did result in a smoother shave with no flaming redness afterwards. I was sold, and have been a monthly customer for their shaving cream, and every now and then I buy some blissfully luxurious item like a magnolia – rosemary bubble bath (after a tough day at work), or a mint shampoo (for falling hair!) One day I reached for my supply of shaving cream when I heard a lively voice next to me. ‘How’s our favorite male customer doing? That shaving cream still working for you?” It was Jenny, the regular salesgirl on Saturday mornings. To refer to Jenny as a girl though was an insult; she was all woman. Her red hair was brushed away from her face, but tended to fly back in front of her gray-green eyes. I spent a lot of time looking into her eyes during our regular little pre-sale chats to keep myself from being drawn past her long neck to her most noticeable features, her generous, and very unattainable, breasts. Her sales uniform included a white, button-down shirt, but Jenny invariably left one button more than her colleagues undone to accommodate her boobs. This always left a titillating stretch of creamy cleavage for all to admire. She was by no means a slim woman, but thanks to the measurements of her bust and hips, she remained a perfectly proportioned woman. “Oh great, thanks Jen,” I mumbled turning away from her to grab my cream. I knew that I could not keep my eyes above her neck long. “Why don’t you try this one, we call it Morning Shave. It is for sensitive skin. Do you find that shaving in the morning burns?” “It used to, but this regular one works just great for me. I just used it this morning, and see, no burns or breakouts,” I said holding my face up for her as if I was a face model at a photo shoot. “It smells great on you,” she said bringing her face close to my shoulder. Jenny surprised me by running her cool hand down the surface of my cheek. She was close enough to brush one firm breast against my arm. I started counting her delightful freckles on her cheeks and nose to keep from dropping my gaze. “You do have great skin, you know?” she said, blushing slightly, “most women would die for that complexion.” She left her hand on my cheek for a brief second. “They’d hate to have to shave every morning, though,” I quipped hoping to brush off the unexpected, and very original, compliment. Most women mentioned my sense of humor or my mind, a few noticed my eyes; none had ever said anything about my skin. “You need anything else?” she asked quickly, breaking the awkward silence after my failed attempt to lighten things. “Here, you have to try this new shampoo. It has spirula, a seaweed, they use in Japan for hair conditioners. Or, how about a massage bar. These things are great …you’ve got to try one. Here this one is called Cocoa Delight,” she placed a warm, creamy soap-like bar in my hand, “it actually is made of chocolate and milk blended with cocoa butter. Don’t you just love the rich smell of chocolate? This one is perfect for a sensual massage. You will love it!” It looked like soap to me, but it did smell great. “You rub it onto the person you are massaging as if it was soap, but it feels more like a lotion or a massage oil on their skin.” I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like Jenny was talking faster, making her sound like she was making a sales pitch for used cars on late night TV. I placed the bar back in her soft hands. “Actually, I am not into massages. They make me …I don’t know, they make me kinda tense,” I admitted running my hand through my hair. I always hated admitting this. It was like saying you hated babies – people automatically assumed you must have some psychiatric disorder. “Aw, come on …really?” she asked, incredulous as anyone else I had mentioned this to. “Yeah, really. Something about being afraid of vulnerability, I guess. Maybe it’s a man thing, like Morning Shave.” I said, again trying to brush it off with humor. Again failing miserably. Jenny smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling, “Everyone I know loves my massages, men and women. It’s something I do on the side for all my friends. And I use all these products, especially the …” she paused for a second as she looked at the massage bar display. “I tell you what,” she said softly, looking me right in my eyes, “you pick up any one of these, and bring it over to my place tomorrow afternoon, and I will show you how relaxing a really good back-rub can be. Deal?” I was sure I had heard wrong. This gorgeous specimen of femininity was offering me a massage on a Sunday afternoon. Before I could say anything, she was bent over the sales desk writing on a slip of paper. I looked at her round ass, her red skirt stretched tight over her delectable hips. She turned around and put the slip in my hand. “See you there at around 2, tomorrow?” she said before taking my purchases and ringing them up. I spent the rest of that day and much of the night replaying those few minutes. The sane part of me reminded me that she had said that she did this for all her friends, male and female, and so surely that was all I was here. A new friend. She could not possibly be screwing all her friends, male and female, so she could not possibly have been trying to insinuate something, even if she did think I had smooth skin. Unfortunately, the horny and certifiably insane part of me tends to be louder, and kept replaying the way she had touched my face and her smile and her cleavage …and generally that was the clinching argument. At just after 2 the next afternoon I rode my bike up to the neighborhood she had indicated her on her slip of paper. I rang the doorbell as nervous, and simultaneously hopeful, as a teenager on a high school date. I had come in my shorts and T-shirt and held the Chocolate massage bar in my one hand. In the other, I carried a box of chocolates, a last minute purchase, because it seemed the right thing to do. Jenny opened the door wearing a light, flowery robe tied loosely around her waist. It looked Japanese and it struggled to keep her distinctly un-Japanese figure under wraps. “Hi, these are for you,” I handed her the massage bar and the chocolate box, working hard not to sound too excited, or too teenage. I looked her over, noticing her robe concealed less than half the length of her thighs. It opened slightly to reveal even more smooth flesh, before the fabric covered the epicenter of my lust. “Yummy! So, which one do I get to rub all over you?” she asked, quickly adding, “Just kidding, come in.” She led me to her large, bright living room. In the center was a solid table on which she had placed a few foam pads and a layer of soft sheets. Next to the improvised massage table, she had placed a sideboard with a number of bottles and boxes. She went over and placed the chocolate massage bar with the others. She then turned toward the kitchen with her chocolate box. “That’s for later, I hope you will stay after the massage and share it with me.” Of course I caught very little of what she said because my attention was fully occupied by the expanse of very white, very inviting bosom revealed by her robe. “Would you like a drink?” she asked standing in front of the windows. She pulled the drapes shut, which was a pity because the natural light pouring into the room was very relaxing. “Sure, if you are having something, something light, though.” I said as she closed all the curtains and began to light small candles around the room. “I love a little wheat grass smoothie in the afternoons. Does that sound good?” “Sounds great,” I replied, having no idea what wheat grass was, let alone of I liked its taste at any time of the day. The candles filled the room with the soft scent of the ocean and a dancing, playful light. “I’ll go get the drinks, and you can get yourself comfortable up here,” she indicated the table, “and you probably want to removed your shirt, and I’ll leave it up to you if you want to shed the shorts as well.” She walked out leaving him standing with his mouth agape. She popped her head back in to say, “It’s a lot more relaxing with nothing on, though.” I stood by the table for a bit, deciding between the safety of the shorts and the wild, free behavior she was recommending. I stripped off my T-shirt, looked down and noticed that my member was already rising from the thought of having her hands on his naked back. “What the hell!” I thought, “I’ll be on my front, so she won’t see my erection. Besides, if it is as relaxing as she claims, this will probably go down in no time. And I am sure she will leave the room again at the end I can pull my shorts on again without her seeing my dick.” I pulled my shorts off, and was about to ease my boxers over my erect cock when I heard her coming back so I jumped onto the table, groaning as I pressed down on my still-clothed hard-on. She came and stood beside me and placed the drink next to my head on the sideboard. I turned my head toward her. My eyes were level with her scrumptious white thighs. I longed to lift her robe to see where her legs met. I moaned inwardly as my dick twitched in response to the thought of her possibly naked crotch under that robe. I tried to focus on the delicate fragrances of the candles. She walked over to the side of the room and soft, piano music drifted across to me. “I am going to start with your neck and shoulders and then your lower back. Most men are very tight around their necks, and at our age, the lower back starts feeling the strain of everything we have ever lifted,” her voice was soft and soothing. ‘First some sandalwood fragranced oil for your shoulders,” and I felt a warm, sensual fluid run down my shoulder blades to my spine. She moved so that she was standing by my head. I felt her hands on my shoulders and immediately stiffened. “I promise not to hurt you, just try to relax. Think about the ocean, the waves, the surf,” and it worked until I pictured her in the surf, wearing a tiny green bikini, her boobs bouncing as she ran toward me, her legs firm and ready to wrap around me …so much for relaxing. I focused on her hands, moving up and down my shoulders, and her fingers pressing against the bottom of my neck. She stretched over my head and pushed down gently with her fingertips and relaxed the ropes of muscles I did not know I had in my neck. She then rubbed the sweet oil in small circles on my shoulders. “So hard, the muscles here, baby, you really need to ease up here.” Of course she had no idea where I was really hard. I moved my head so that I could look at her legs as she stood in front of my head. I could see the robe rise as she stretched to reach below my shoulders. With every move I could see a hint of darkness where I imagined her pussy was waiting for me. While I could not see it yet, I could just distinguish her sweet secretions amid the sandalwood oil and the candles. Her pussy had a distinctly feminine odor that tickled my olfactory senses and sent involuntary messages to my cock, making it jerk painfully against the table. I wanted to reach around her lovely wide ass and squeeze each of her butt cheeks below the robe, but I remembered that scene in ‘Friends’ where Rachael’s Italian boyfriend Paolo does that to Phoebe and how he was universally condemned as being a perv. I kept my hands to myself. She straightened up to pour some more oil on her hands and the reached for my lower back, running her hands up and down my spine from my neck to where my boxers began. The feeling was intense and I moaned. “You like that?” she whispered. “Yes.” I admitted turning my head toward her crotch again. This time every time she reached down to my lower back, her robe separated over her creamy thighs revealing her glistening pussy lips. They were shaded by a shock of fine red hair. As she reached over my head, she brought her juiciness close to my face and I could almost smell her fluids as they formed a shining sheen on her exposed lips. I saw that a fine line of pubic hair ran down each side of her slit. I wanted to run my tongue between those lips, find the source of this narcotic perfume she was wafting in my direction. Jenny’s hands were moving now with greater force and every now and then a finger would establish itself below the waistband of my boxers. Finally, she moved positions so that she was next to me. ‘I think that’s enough for your back, now I go lower.” Lower! I thought. She ran some more massage oil onto her hands and started on my legs. Oh, that kind of lower. She started massaging my calves and moaned, “such well formed legs!” “I ride my bike everywhere.” “So muscular here …and here,” she exclaimed, moving her hands up to my thighs, her fingers pressed my inner thighs and the touch of her hands so close to my balls made me open my legs slightly. I had no idea how much was visible from underneath my boxers. I could feel her hands sliding upwards, still massaging the sensual oil into my muscles with slow circular motions. Her fingertips were now digging deeper into my flesh forcing me to clench my teeth and moan. “I thought you did not like being massaged?” she asked. “I have never been massaged like this,” I replied honestly. My cock was rock-hard against the table and I knew I would have to relieve it soon. She was now bending down further and I could feel the front of her breasts through her robe on the backs of my legs. She moved her hands so that they were probing slowly inside my boxers. I opened my legs further as I felt her warm breath on the backs of my thighs. I started moving involuntarily, so that her hands reached my ass. She massaged them under my boxers so that my cheeks spread apart. She must have been able to see my scrotum from where she was standing, but she never stopped pressing her oily fingertips into my ass. I could feel her breathing become faster. She withdrew her hands from my boxers and said, “Turn around, I should also massage your chest and shoulders.” I knew I was only there for a backrub. I was also a little hesitant to show her the effect she was having on my cock. I knew that I was not only hard but I had leaked a gallon into the front of my shorts. She moved so that she was now sitting on the table. I could feel her knees press against my legs. She lowered her head next to mine and whispered into my ear. “Come on, baby, turn around so I can work your whole body.” I could feel her weighty boobs pressed against my back. That broke my resistance and I turned around, erection nearly bursting out of the slit in my boxers. The blue and white striped fabric was distinctly darker where the tip of my cock was. Jenny pretended to ignore my obvious erection. Instead she moved so that she was sitting between my legs. The movement had caused her robe to open even more and I saw her boobs nearly pour out. She reached up, exposing her thighs and a brief flash of dark pubes. She picked up a new bottle with a softer aroma and poured some of the oil directly onto my chest. Jenny then leaned forward to begin massaging my chest. “Hmmm …I like hairy chests,” she moaned. I was too busy staring at hers. I could now see her boobs swaying under her robe as she moved both her hands in circles around my chest. I lifted my head slightly, making my abs taut. She ran her fingers on them, sticking the tip of her tongue out. I saw pink nipples on the tip of each breast as the robe was held together only at her waist. She pushed me back with both hands, “Lie back, baby, let me work you.” I lay back, still staring at her nipples as they danced inches above my skin, separated only by a thin, and now very open, robe. Jenny followed my gaze to her tits, but made no effort to close her robe. Instead she sat back on her feet and looked at me with a smile. “You like what I am doing? You like this kind of massage, don’t you?” she asked and I could only nod. She spread her knees forcing my legs apart so that my balls were visible to her through the legs of my shorts. I could see her pussy now clearly. Her pink lips were shining now with a clear fluid. “You’ll like this even better,” she said, opening her robe completely and leaning forward so that her heavy, naked, pink tipped boobs rubbed against my belly. She then moved forward so that the nipples ran lines through my chest hair. My skin was still oily, allowing for smooth gliding of tit against skin. I moaned loudly as her luscious white globes picked up the oil from my skin. My cock jerked drawing her attention. She lowered her body so that her deliciously suckable tits rubbed against my cock, separated only by the soaked fabric of my boxers. She kept moving up and down my body, forcing her boobs against my sensitive cock. I could hardly stand it when she opened her warm mouth around my covered cock. She sucked some of the juices from my shorts. “Mmmmm …I think you have been enjoying yourself without telling me, you naughty boy.” And with that she rubbed her face all over the front of my wet shorts. Finally, she slipped her fingers under the waistband and lifted the sticky boxers over my exposed head. She then started moving forwards and backward again, this time rubbing my sensitive helmet between her oily tits. Seeing my pink head lost in that deep cleavage was nearly enough to make me spew onto her boobs right there. “I think I still need to relax this one muscle,” she said grabbing hold of my cock at the base and licking the very tip of the head. She then raised her mouth so I could see a long stand of precum form between her lips and my cock. She then bent down and licked the underside of the head, running her tongue down the hard shaft down to my balls. She tongued my cock up and down until my head was completely exposed and ready for her mouth. She opened her warm mouth and took me in half way, sucking and licking me. I could feel the never-ending movement of her tongue lapping on my mushroom head as she sucked it deeper. “Oh Jenny, that feels so great …your warm mouth!” I managed as she started bobbing her head up and down in a maddening rhythm. The sight of her red hair flying as she sucked me made my dick throb deep in her wet mouth. She must have known I was going to come soon because she slowly let me out of her lips. She sat up and straddled my slippery body. The robe was open under her waist and I now had a perfect view of her wide-open cunt. She held the lips aside for me as she brought her hips to my face. I instinctively stuck my tongue out and licked her between her open labia. “Lick me deeper, baby, lick my wet pussy,” she instructed. I grabbed her round, firm ass globes and pressed my face further into her aromatic center. My nose was ground into her as I delved deeper into her heavenly cunt. Her juices started running out of her onto my chin and neck as I licked her in circular laps around her pussy. She readjusted her position so that my tongue touched her right above her slit. Completely Relaxed “Ooooooh, there!” she moaned, “my clit is so sensitive, baby, be careful, or I may come on your sweet face.” I licked her clit first with the tip, and then whipped it with broad strokes, of my tongue. She clenched her thighs, pressing my face between them. “Oh baby, suck it! I can feel you making me come, baby, suck my clit, suck it hard, suck it NOW, suck me!!” so I did. “I can feel your soft face against my pussy, your mouth, your lovely lips …ooooh” and I felt her pussy expand in the pink, soft portion between the clit and her peehole. She screamed as juices gushed out of her hole into my mouth and I hungrily lapped them up. She scooted back on her ass so that my cock was pressed deep in her crack. She sat up and held my fully engorged cock in her hands, and squatted down directly on the head. ‘Come inside me, baby, fuck me now,” She moaned as I pushed inside past her wet pussy walls, “this is what I wanted, oh god, what are you doing to me?” I wasn’t doing anything. The heat of her recent orgasm and the continued contractions of her pussy were making me throb repeatedly. I knew that I was going to spew my load in seconds. I looked up at her bouncing boobs and licked her pink, puffy nipples. I thrust hard into her, slapping my balls against her ass. I could see her shadow dancing on the walls because of the flickering candles. “You are making me come, oh, you are so hot,” I moaned into her swaying tits. She grabbed my face and pressed my head hard into her generous boobs. ‘Suck them like you sucked my clit, baby, and I will scream again for you.” How could I resist an invitation to suck the objects of my lust for the last few months. They were why I got erect every time I shaved, they were what I had wanted to suck for days now, and here I was sucking them as they heaved up and down, as her pussy coaxed my cum out of may balls. I thrust one more time, deep inside her pussy, feeling her pubes against my belly and my balls on her wide ass. “Here it comes, …oh, Jenny, fuck me, I’m coming” I warned, as a huge stream of cream left my balls, ran up the length of my shaft, making my cock expand in her pussy just as it spewed massive gobs of cum deep. The jerking of my cock and the warm fluid filling her hole made Jenny have one last, massive orgasmic contraction that nearly forced my exploding cock out of her. This managed to squeeze one last jet of hot cum out of my exhausted cock. Jenny collapsed on me, grinding her saliva-drenched tits on my chest. I felt her hard nipples against me. She kept my shrinking cock in her as long as possible and then eased it out with one hand. “Now you are finally completely relaxed,” she whispered into my ear. I fondled the expanse of soft flesh on her ass and lay there with a contented smile on my face. “I think I could get used to these massages.” Completely Surrendered Kneeling on the hard, unforgiving floor, my skin flushes with arousal and frustration, and humiliation. I can feel every small abrasion, every welt, every slight abraded patch of skin throbbing and heated from your flogger. I have to struggle to keep my chin from dropping, to keep my breathing as even as possible, to keep my eyes from meeting yours. I am aware, all too aware of the slightest air current across my skin, too tuned into the slightest in-drawn breath of the girl kneeling a few feet away, too focused on every minute movement as you circle and stand before me. Your booted foot slides between my thighs and presses on each in turn, forcing them wider, forcing more exposure. My fingers clench together tightly behind my back as you drag the toe of your boot against me, making my hips buck slightly. I think my embarassment complete as you and I both study the wet, glistening end of your boot, until you laugh softly. Your voice is low, rough when you tell me to stand and climb on the padded horse. I am nearly mindless as I do so, almost completely malleable. Your order for the girl to rise and shackle me into position is immediately obeyed- she wastes no movements or time fastening the leather and metal around wrists and ankles. Bent awkwardly, exposed, a panic begins to bloom. The silence is nearly complete except for your footsteps and the rustle of your clothing as you circle me, studying. The slide of your gaze over every inch of me is nearly physical. The stroke of your palm, wide and flat down the length of my spine brands every reddened bit of skin with an overwhelming heat. The sound of the slap of skin on skin, your hand to my ass, is almost more powerful than the sting of the contact. I jump, cry out softly, and bite my tongue. I keep my eyes lowered, face lowered, even as your hand movement signals the girl into action again. Her footsteps are soundless as she moves away, then back. I can feel her heat, smell the scent of her shampoo, her body- a clean, bright smell, so different from the muskiness of my own skin. And a new scent, lightly spiced...her fingers rub briefly over one nipple, then the other. My throat aches with the urge to moan, and then I have no choice. The oil she has applied tingles, itches, throbs. Every nerve is now focused on my hard nipples, and in near desperation I begin twisting on the horse, trying to gain some relief, needing friction, soothing, attention, anything. Too focused on my own body, I miss her movements near the back of the horse until her hands are sliding quickly against me. The pleasure is intense, my hips lift once. Her wrist turns quickly, her finger circling over my clit once, twice, leaving me moaning even as she withdraws. Before she has rounded the horse I am whimpering, the tingling beginning, sending me writhing. Tugging on the restraints, hips lifting and trying to grind into the horse, seeking any sort of relief.. My legs begin to quiver slightly, my body fighting the urge to maintain control. As if in a daze I watch you stop her, lift her wrist, bring her hand to your nose, then release her. She moves quickly, replacing the small vial of oil and rinsing her hands from a pitcher of water, drying them quickly and returning back to a poition at the rear of the horse. You step forward and I quiver, feeling very much like a mare in heat, scenting a stallion. Close to losing control, determined not to, nerves confused and shooting sparks in every direction. My own arousal, thick now in the air, and your own scent fills my head. My fingers clench tightly, curling, nails biting into the palms. My hips rotating, pressing down, back, any direction, even as I fight not to. Your hand reaches out, cups my chin, lifting it, forcing me to look into your face. Hard, unyielding, and your gaze so hot, and amused. I fight to make my own expression impassive. I meet your eyes, swallowing thickly, manage to pull a faintly bemused look, completely spoiled by my writhings. Your fingers flex on my jaw, then tighten, holding me in position. Your hand lifts slightly, a gesture of command, and behind me the girl slides her small hands up over my thighs, lightly grazing the rash of welts there. I gasp, then groan when her hand cups me. I can see it in your eyes, the unholy gleam, and my own gaze narrows. Locking my eyes with yours, my chin lifts up from your grip slightly. When she obeys your next command, one finger sliding inside me, another resting just lightly against my clit, my eyes close. The sensations in my nipples, my clit, my whole body rail at me. One shudder, two pass through me, and your voice commands me to open my eyes. To look at you. I obey, and your grin pisses me off. I jerk my chin away, only to have it captured again in your hand, the other hand pulling back on my hair at the same time. I see it in your face, can tell what you are thinking when your eyes lock on my mouth. My lips are swollen from my teeth biting them, from pressing them together, now they are fuller and damp and slightly parted. Purposely I slide my tongue out, dragging it over my lower lip, just to see your reaction. There it is, that brief moment of consideration, when your eyes nearly unfocus for a split second before blazing hotly, your expression hungry. For the briefest moment. This time you nod to her, and she slides 3 fingers deep, so deep, once, twice, once more. The index finger of her other hand tapping on my clit, only intensifying each sensation. This time a hoarse cry escapes, and I see the satisfaction in your entire body when she withdraws all touches. My body seeks more, now so desperate. I want to beg, need to beg, and bite down on the words. Shaking, a tear slips out from beneath my lashes, my body simply draping over the horse limply when you move away. Weak, so weak, and still fighting, but whether for complete release from your presence or just from this particular pleasure pain I don't know. That panic that had begun to bloom before now burgeons brightly when I sense you behind me. My heart pounds, my blood thickens and runs hotly. It is an anticipatory fear, one that makes me jump and gasp when your hands slide down over my back from shoulder to thigh. Your palms curve over my ass, your fingers splayed wide, your thumbs sliding inward and spreading me open. Totally exposed and completely vulnerable to you. I hear you mutter something quietly, and the girl moves again, then returns to your side. The itching, tingling in my nipples, my clit is overwhelming, the heat and awareness of the raw skin another layer of pain and pleasure. The psychological factor rules all, the embarassment and arousal blanketing everything, both smothering the capability for rational thought and sharpening every nerve ending, heightening every sense to a pinpoint. Your hands haven't moved, with the exception of fingers flexing lightly, and now a different sensation...wet, slick, warm, a trail of moisture slides from my tailbone over my ass and down, so slowly that I could scream. And then her finger...lightly, insistently, pressing against my ass. Rubbing first, then circling, and then sliding in, just barely. A quick glance over my shoulder shows you in rapt attention of her, her actions. My thighs tighten, my legs tense, resisting her, and your hand delivers 2 sharp smacks in quick succession. Her fingertip probes lighty, turns, I can tell she is working the oil into me, and my head drops forward. I don't want to respond, and my hips still, but my body clenches. And your low growl lets me know you are aware of it. Suddenly she is in front of me, her hands adjusting the wrist cuffs slightly. And behind me, the tell tale rasp of a zipper, of clothing, and body heat. The front of your thighs, your hips pressing into me now, your hands gripping my hips. Seared by your heat I moan, then groan when you slide into me deep, filling me. Your hips pulling me back onto your hard cock, you pump, driving soft grunts out of me. My hands grip the horse easily now, and I push back into you, rocking, thrusting, crying out loudly when the sensations culminate and rocket me to the edge. Hovering, right there, so close, so very close, body throbbing painfully with pleasure at every point, scored by heat arrowing through me, until you withdraw. The protest hasn't even formed when I feel the head of your cock, thick and full, pressing at my ass, and pushing in. The pain sears me, I am stretched, inch by excruciating inch you push in, further, further, forcing me, forcing into me. My cries of pain are smothered by the girls mouth, as she kisses me deeply, stroking my hair gently. The tears fall freely now, my body adjusting, accomodating you like I never thought possible. Searing, burning up my spine, echoing through my hips, my body clenches around you, and around nothing. What it cost you to hold still and wait I'll never know, but when my hips flex once, testing, and the pleasure overshoots the pain and makes me gasp, you thrust fully, then withdraw. And again, inside me, rocking into me, steadily pumping. Your hands pulling me back, my cries of both pain and pleasure mixing with your groans and growls and grunted commands. I am aware, on another level, of her mouth on my breasts, her hands on my skin. I am all too aware of the heels of my hands pushing down into the horse for more leverage, my hips aching and the amazing complexity of being both empty and full at the same time. The physical application of heat and cold is nothing compared to the sexually induced sensation, body rocketing so high so fast in sheer pleasured confusion that sensations overlap and combine. Pain, God, pleasure, all at the same time. You filling me, deeply, stretching me, pounding now, fierce, hard, fast. Shoving back into you, onto you, being impaled, pinned, fucked but good. Her hands plucking, sliding over you, over me, and finally, finally, filling me, deep, flicking against my clit and sending me flying high, far, and fast. Squeezing you, milking you, crying out your name and surrendering it all to you, giving in fully. Feeling you cum, hard, filling me, your hands raking over my back and setting my skin on fire once more, leaning over me, pressing into me, your hands cupping my breasts and squeezing the, pulling me back into you, your lips brushing over my shoulder in the briefest kiss before you withdraw from me fully and fall limply forward onto the horse. Completely surrendered to you. Completely Unplanned I've been living in California for about 5 years, and, in that time, I have made a lot of good friends. Cruising the local bars, I met a young Asian woman and her husband who were very much into karaoke. She's not originally from California, but has lived here for a few years. She has a cousin who is from the same place as she. The cousin is who this story is about. I had heard that her cousin was moving to California. As beautiful as my friend was, I had to imagine that the cousin was just as beautiful, if not more. I was right. I was at the pool table playing a game of 8-ball when they walked into the bar – "they" include my friend and her husband, and her cousin with her fiancé. She and I were introduced to each other. We exchanged a hug and they found a table in the seating area. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Black, just-beyond-the-shoulder length hair, about 5'1", and very petite – not to mention flawless, beautiful skin. I continued playing pool when my name was called to go on stage and sing. I scanned the audience and found her sitting with her fiancé. I was jealous, I will admit, because he was sitting with such a beautiful woman, wishing it was ME that was sitting with her. I sang my song, got off stage, and made my way back to the pool table. I was watching her out of the corner of my eye the whole time. SHE was watching ME too. I immediately had a smile on my face. I continued with my game, and after I lost, I was just hanging around until I was to sing again. Her fiancé stepped away for a little while. I decided to drum up some small talk with HER. I got the usual details – where she's originally from, how long she's been engaged, how long they've known each other, that kind of stuff. Knowing that her fiancé works, and she didn't have a job yet, I offered to show her around. She agreed, and we exchanged numbers. About a week later, I decided to give her a call and see if she had any plans that day. She said no, and I offered to pick her up and show her around. She gave me her address, and I was on my way. As I approached her address, I called to let her know I was there. I had to circle the building a few times to find some parking, as the only parking available was on the street. She met me on the street, and led me to her apartment. She told me to come inside and have a seat on her couch. She offered me a glass of water, which I accepted. She lay next to me on the couch, and was "complaining" of some tense muscles. I asked if she wanted me to massage her muscles, and she said yes. So, I started to massage her shoulders; her backside facing me. It must have felt good, because I heard her moaning a little. I asked if she was okay, and she replied "mm-hmm." So I continued. As I continued to massage, I pulled her back so she was laying on my chest. I massaged her forehead, and her eyes, then her head. Went back to her shoulders, and worked on her arms and hands. I continued to massage in that manner for a while, and then my hands found their way to the front of her body. I started to massage her chest, and she didn't move, so I didn't stop. I kept massaging her chest, and out of nowhere, she turned around and kissed me. I was shocked – but happy. I took her blouse off, followed by her bra, and soon the jeans and panties came off. Her pussy was SOAKING wet. I couldn't believe it. We continued kissing, and before long, I broke the kiss, and started kissing and biting her nipples, and moved my way down her body. My tongue found her sweet nectar, and I lapped at her pussy furiously, like a dehydrated dog lapping at their water. She orgasmed for a good amount of time; my face just drenched with pussy juice. As I was eating her pussy, I wanted to find out exactly how far she would let me go, so my hand found her ass, and I stuck one finger by her hole. No reaction. I decided to wet my finger and penetrate her hole. She reacted to that; she allowed my finger to move in slowly. In and out it went, little by little, until my whole finger was in there. Her pussy became even wetter, and I got more than I bargained for. I continued to eat her pussy and play with her ass. It was AMAZING – UNTIL – TEXT MESSAGE from fiancé ... DAMN IT! "Leaving the office now. See you in a little while." Needless to say, I had to get dressed and get out of there, as he works not far from home. But, you can best believe, that wasn't the last time I saw her. More to cum soon ... Completely Yours It's winter break, the kids stayed with my family for the week. Perfect opportunity for us to take off to a fabulous secluded lodge near the river, rented just for you and I, no other guests on the site. 3 bedrooms, a screened porch, a hot tub, a great room with fireplace all to ourselves. No lines we can't cross this time, only the white hot fire we've been fueling with gasoline. I can't keep my hands off of you on the drive there. Nothing too overwhelming, stroking your hand and arm and leg and chest. We finally arrive. Once out of the car, you take me in your arms and hold me, maybe just a few minutes could be forever. And for the first time, you take my face in your hands and we kiss for the first time. My body explodes with sensation. But finally we have to tear apart from each other and unload the car. Inside, the fireplace is already going, music playing. You change into sleep pants and relax on the couch while I change. You know when I come back to the room that it is only the dress, black lace thigh highs, shoes, and nothing underneath. But it isn't time yet. This first time isn't about the physical desire, it is about being together for the first time.... body, mind, and soul. I curl up next to you, safe in your arms at last. I slip off my shoes and put my legs over your lap, my head against your shoulder, your arm holding me to you- just feeling your heartbeat, hearing your breath, and taking in the smell. Then I use my fingers to make circles lightly on your chest, shoulder, arm while your hand explores my legs and hips and back, carefully avoiding my lower lips and my breasts... just for now. This feels like an eternity of just touching and exploring and feeling the bodies that have been so off limits... but in reality a short time. Then I move my hand back to your chest, and your stomach and your hips and your thighs and lean in and kiss you again, strong and wanting, letting you know that now I am yours completely. As we kiss, you lay me back on the couch and remove your sleep pants. Then you untie the top of my dress, leaving just a bit of fabric around my waist, most of my body exposed for you. As we kiss you can feel how warm and how wet I am, but first you take the time to explore my body, now your body for the first time, with your hands and your lips. All of it now, kissing the front of my body while your hands work down the back of my body... working your way from my lips to my ears, neck, shoulders, to my breasts. There you taste and enjoy both sides. Then you move down to my stomach, my waist, my hips, down my legs, sliding my dress off as your hands explore my back, my hips, my ass, and my legs. Then you return up the inner leg, I can feel your lips and breathe through the lace of the thigh highs. And then kisses to my lower lips.... leaving me absolutely breathless. And then you enter me, hip to hip, breast to chest, closer than ever. As the tension mounts, I wrap my legs over your shoulders while you pound deep into me, teasing my nipples and my clit. Long, slow deep strokes building to a frantic pace until we come together, felling your juices inside of me. We lay on the couch for a long time, wrapped up together and enjoying just being together, no worries, no rush, no outside influence. When you drift off to sleep, I get up and fix us dinner. We will need to eat, we have a long weekend ahead of us..... You awake to the smell of dinner... steak and baked potatoes. The table is set with candlelight. I join you, now changed into a long black robe. After dinner we go out on the deck and lay under the stars together, warm under a blanket.. After a while the chill sets in. We move to the hot tub. The steam from the water rises up against the chill night air. We slide in and relax our bodies, letting the warm water rush over us, touching just at the fingertips, letting our muscles relax. And we sit that way until I pull your hand into me and kiss all of your fingers. When I finish I take on finger and lick it from palm to tip and then surround it with my mouth, sucking it gently. Then I whisper in your ear that it is my turn to know your whole body, and you scoop me up and carry me inside. Once there, you lie on your stomach on the bed, at my request. I sit straddling your body, and start at your shoulders massaging and kissing my way down – first your shoulders, your arms, your back, your hips, your ass, your thighs, and your calves – working my way slowly down taking time to explore and taste every inch of your body. Then you roll over and I slowly work my way back up the same way, but avoiding your cock that is more than ready for my attention. I work back up your calves, then your thighs (just lightly grazing your balls), your hips, your stomach, and as I work my way up your arms to your shoulders I straddle your cock with my pussy, lightly rubbing it back and forth across your shaft while I massage your shoulders and nibble your ears and kiss you. You try to enter me, but I whisper in your ear one more time "Not yet, love, I haven't tasted all of you yet." With that I moved back down the bed and begin to lick you cock – running my tongue up and down your shaft, and around your head, holding it with one hand and running my nails on your torso just above your penis. And then I begin to take your head in my mouth each time I get to the top of your cock. When you almost can't stand it anymore, I wait, and then take your cock in my mouth and start thrusting it in and out, slowly, as deep as I can handle. I take it out for a breath. We roll onto our sides, my face still at your cock, giving you some freedom to set the pace of the thrusts. As the excitement builds, I take your cock out of my mouth, you roll onto your back, and I mount you. I thrust up and down, rolling my hips at the same time, faster and faster, feeling my clean shaven clit rubbing against your stomach. As I cum the first time, you pull out of me. I move onto my knees and elbows, butt in the air. You kneel behind me and enter me again, hands on my hips, pulling me deep into your cock.... in... out.... in.... out.... my hand stroking my clit and your shaft with each thrust. Then we both cum again, violently, our bodies shuddering together in ecstasy. And finally we lay spent wrapped in each others arms and drift off to sleep... knowing we shouldn't be here... knowing we don't belong anywhere else... knowing we only have a few days...