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A Night to Remember

By: AndrewJackson



My wife had no idea what my plans were. She liked playing games; I did too. Tonight, I put a double shot in her drink. Before dinner, I slipped behind her, and ground my cock against her ass and grabbed her tits.

"I've got plans for you tonight." I whispered in her ear.

"And what might those be?" She turned and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue in my mouth.

"I'm not telling. After dinner, you'll be tied down and drunk. But more than that, I won't say."

"Maybe I can't wait until after dinner."

"Maybe you'll have to."

So we sat down and started to eat a simple dinner of chicken, green beans, and a salad. I made her a second drink -- with another double shot. She sipped her drink, played with her food, and squirmed in her seat.

"You look a bit flushed. Unless I miss my guess, you're getting pretty wet with anticipation. I'll bet those nipples of yours are hard, and your cunt is nice and moist. My pierced prick would slip in you pretty easily, I'll bet. Looking forward to getting some cock?"

"Mmm... I guess that's the problem with being married so long. You read me pretty well..." She finished her second drink and pushed away from the table. "I need to get downstairs -- I am afraid that someone is going to fuck me silly."

"Those are pretty well founded fears, I must say."

I followed her down the stairs and we fell on the bed. Beforehand, I had tied some ropes to the four corners of the bed, and hid them underneath. A blindfold was under my pillow, along with my iPod. I had set up a separate playlist of a guy talking dirty in a soft voice, over a background of soft music.

I pushed back the covers, and we started tonguing each other. I nibbled on her neck, her ears, and kissed her hungrily. After a minute or so, I rolled over on top, and continued the foreplay. Her blouse came off, then her pants, bra, and panties. I broke away for an instant.

"Here. You'll need these." I reached under the pillow, and put on the blindfold. Then I took a rope and tied one arm, then the other over her head. She started to squirm. 

"What if I'm not in the mood?"

"What if I'm Santa Claus?"

"Well, if you're Santa Claus, then I'd better get my legs apart. I can tell you're going to be naughty, but I'll be nice -- I want you to give me my present!"

So she spread her legs, and I tied the other two ropes to her ankles and immobilized her. 

"Are you going to tell me what you are going to do to me, bad Santa Claus?"

"No -- I won't tell you everything. But I can say that you've let your hair grow, and that just won't do. So you need to relax, and not squirm around too much -- I don't want to nick you!"

Then I put in the earbuds from the iPod, and started the sex playlist. I draped a warm washcloth over her mound, and got my razor and shave cream. I squirted the cream into my hand, and rubbed it into her pubes. I took a swipe with the razor, leaving a bald area behind the blade. I rinsed the razor, and took another stroke. With each pass, her bald spot expanded. Within a few minutes, her pussy was bare. With the warm washcloth, I wiped off the last bits of shaving cream.

I leaned over and started caressing her clit with my nose -- rubbing the crease, flicking it back and forth as I licked her bald pussy. She squirmed and started to pant. She moaned, and then started crying out with her first release of the night.

"Stop teasing me, you bastard. I need that cock of yours. I need it now!"

"Not yet, not yet." I murmured. I was just getting started.

I took an antiseptic wipe, and wiped down her pretty, bald pussy. I put on a pair of gloves, and wiped her down a second time. The clamp and the piercing needle came next. I carefully selected a good spot on her clitoral hood, then pushed the 12g needle through. She flinched, nothing more. I slipped a captive ring into the end of the needle, and drove it through the new hole in her flesh. Removing the needle, I snapped the ball in place and dabbed away the small drop of blood that had formed. It took less than a minute.

I stood back, and admired my work. Her bald, pierced pussy beckoned me; I no longer could control myself. I pulled my fat pierced prick out and slipped it into her. She was so wet -- so ready for me -- the ring in my cock head eased between her cunt lips with no resistance at all. "Finally!" she cried out. "Give me every inch, you prick! I am going to milk every drop of cum out of those balls of yours!" She started to scream, and her cunt clutched at my dick. With just a few strokes, my cock exploded, and I started to coat the walls of her twat. Finally, I pulled out and watched the mixture of her juices and my cum leak out of her bald, freshly pierced pussy.

I used a couple of Kleenex to sop up the mess, untied her, and turned off the music. I turned off the lights, and took the blindfold off, and held her in the quiet darkness.

"That was wonderful," she murmured as she drifted off to sleep. 

We'll see what she says in the morning.

A Night to Remember



The room was dim as he waited. Hungry with anticipation he churned uneasily on the edge of the bed, and fidgeting with the bulge in his pants. A drop of perspiration traced the ridges of his furrowed brow. His temperature rose when he heard the shower water stop. He followed her shadow under the bathroom door as she stepped from the shower to the vanity. The movement of her powerful legs caused his engorged cock to stir. 

"I'm almost ready!" her liquid voice beckoned as she turned out the bathroom light. 

Now that the room was completely dark, he reached back to adjust the mini-blinds and allow the soft moonlight to stream in. Slowly, he watched the bathroom door open. She emerged as the goddess Venus, herself. Her curves flowed defiantly from her slender waist. Her breasts, round and supple, seemed ready to burst above the top of her damp towel. The sight of the moon rays sparkling on her glistening soft, dark skin made his mouth absolutely dry. 

Like the seductive temptress she was, she decided to further rouse the fire in him by performing a little show with her bath towel. Slowly she peeled the towel down the front of her body. First she revealed one succulent orb, then the other, peaked by nipples hard enough to cut glass. His pulse quickened. Next she turned around and opened the towel from the front to slowly let it slide down her back. And oh, what a back it was. Slender, athletic and with well-defined muscle tone. Still even more slowly, she allowed the towel to reveal the dimples just at the base of her lower back. Practically boiling with anticipation to see her completely disrobed he reached out to give her a hand. But sensing his motion behind her, she quickly turned to dodge his advance. Facing him, she dropped the towel to the floor and reveals a completely shaved pubic mound. This observation came in stark comparison to her thick and healthy head of hair. Her twisted locks sprang up and out in all directions. This drove him crazy. It was a symbol of her electrifying sex appeal. Until that very instant, he fully expected to see a fully coated thick and fluffy muff. She flashed him a crooked smile as she watched the realization of this unexpected turn set in. 

"Do you like?" She inquired, the almost rhetorical question, almost at the very instant, her answer poked its head from her lovers pants.

"It's your turn to strip for me, baby." she said as she crawled onto the bed behind him.

Without much delay he was completely bare, and erect and flexing and ready to delight in the many exquisite pleasures that her flesh presented. She motioned with her fingers for him to crawl towards her on the bed. Once he was next to her, she pushed him down onto his back. With the stealth of a jungle cat she mounted her willing victim and reached down with one hand to test the resolve of his throbbing member. There, pulsing with a life of its own she glided her palm and fingers up and down the length of his shaft, carefully circling its very sensitive head.

"Oh, no baby, this will never do!" she chided with mock dismay.

"What do you mean? I'm as hard as ceramic!" He responded in disbelief.

"For what I have planned for you, my darling, I need you as hard ....as ......steeeeeeeel!" she hotly whispered into his ear giving his cock a tight squeeze for emphasis.

"I am one lucky bastard, aren't I?" he asked as the realization of her intent set in.

Slowly, she pressed her hot sexy body against his. As she ground his erection between them, he caressed her plump rear cheeks. The heat emanating from them was intoxicating. They filled his hand with electricity that radiated throughout her loins and into his own. She circled her pelvis to taunt him further. Still not satisfied with his rigidity, she sat up with his shaft wedged between the folds of her hot pussy. With the talented muscles of her vagina, she planted slow sucking kisses along the length of his cock. Above him, he watched as she ran her hungry hands over two very tightly poised nipples, down her taught belly and pulsing throat. He could hear her labored breathing above him as she slid further up his penis until the head was nestled in her hot gaping entrance. Determined to make sure that he was ready for action, she kept on sliding forward, pausing to nestle his cock head against her puckered rectum. She shuddered above him as her mind raced with possibilities. Further still, she planted pussy scented kissed along his rock hard abs, sternum, pecs and neck. Threatened with her bare pubic mound kissing his neck, he tilted his head forward so she could straddle his face. The heat and fluid flowing from her slit was as warm as his own breath. He felt her settle her powerful thighs around the sides of his face. Now he understood. She wanted him to play her game. 

"Okay," he thought to himself. "Two can play this game!"

Gently, he allowed his mouth to roam her tender inner thighs. Above him he watched her staring back at him over two tightly cupped breasts. She knew he was up to something. Then her entire body quivered and she dropped her pendulous breasts and grabbed the headboard for support as his tongue brushed across her highly sensitive clit. In long forward and back slurps, he traced the length of her slit from anus to clit, careful to spiral around each as he passed. With each pass, her breathing became even more distorted. Her thighs began to clench around his ears as he forced his tongue deep into both of her openings. By the subtle change in the flavor of her pussy juice and the rate of its flow, they could both tell she was near her release.

Not wanting her lover to have all the fun, she reached back and tightly gripped his phallice. As the flames of desire rose in her so did her own hunger to taste his sticky hot seed. Without protest from him she rose, and straddled him, returning her gash to his face and quickly stuffing her face with his now straining cock. "Yes, now that's what I call STEEL!" she mumbled as she forced his thick erection deep, down into her throat. Each thrust from his hips sent his balls against her nose. She loved it. He loved it. Even more determined to get her off first, he wets a finger and deeply plundered her tight asshole from behind. She responded by releasing more cum onto his thrusting tongue. Not to be outdone, she took a hand and, massaged his balls and very softly circled the rim of his own ass. Just the slightest suggestion that she too might enter his rectum and massage his prostate gland from the inside was too much for him to bear. She knew that he was about gush. And with renewed vigor, he intensified his double assault on her openings. 

The moment of release was upon them both. They each took in one last breath in preparation for the first waves of orgasm to overtake them. She was the first to burst into his hungry mouth as he gobbled each tasty milliliter of her sacred syrup. But just as the back of her throat was bathed with the first warm jet of his cum, she seized him at the base of his penis, below his nuts, preventing any further release, sprang forward and shoved his violently pulsating rod up her has wet ass, to the hilt. The difference in texture nearly tripled the power of his ejaculation. As he bathed the inside of her tight writhing ass, even more fluid burst out of her hole and ran down his intensely thrusting shaft. As she knew he would appreciate this twist in their escapade, she decided to look back over her shoulders to be sure. All the evidence she needed to assure her that she had successfully rocked his world was written all over his face. His eyes were wide, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming freight train, but were oddly crossed as though he were high on some distant drug induced hallucinogenic cloud. 

Still not satiated. She began to contract and release the walls of her tight ass along the length of his cock to milk all the residual semen from his still throbbing phallic. 

"Still hard? Good!" she said under her now controlled breath. "Now be a good boy and fuck the shit out of me!" she commanded.

Unwilling to disappoint her, he rolled her onto her side, and then on all fours, still deeply stuffed between the heavenly globes of her ass cheeks. Now, perfectly positioned to fuck her in earnest, he plunged his cock deep inside her well-lubricated anal opening. Just a test thrust ensured that she was ready as she unleashed a passionate moan of satisfaction. Down into her steamy stretching bowels he thrust. Faster. Harder. Louder she cried for him to give it to her. As she toyed with her left nipple, he caressed her right at the same time. He listened to not just her impassioned moans, cries, and sighs, but to the steadily increasing sloshing sounds of his testicles slapping against her fully engorged clit. A full twenty minutes of this went by before he let loose another fire dowsing downpour of cum inside her ass. She had three distinct orgasms and was still on her plateau for multiples. 

After minutes of catching their breath, they rolled over onto their sides. He draped a well-muscled arm over her side and gently massaged her heaving breasts. She in turn squeezed his semi hard cock inside her ass and continued to do so until they drifted off to sleep, for the morning would come all too soon. She would need her strength to keep the dildo up her ass as he fucked her sopping pussy until noon.



A Night To Remember



Angela had just finishing brushing her long blonde hair, getting ready for bed, it had been a long day with one thing and another. Her morning had started so well with Steve joining her for her shower. She smiled as she replayed their "fun" in her mind. Getting wet and wild! She had stepped into the glass shower stall, closing the door behind her, turning the water on. Gasping as the cold water ran down her naked body. Shivering. Waiting for the water to warm up. Her nipples reacting to the cold. Stiff. 

She grabs a facecloth and the soap, using the soap, lathering up, lots of bubbles. Taking the cloth and washing her breast, creamy breast covered in soapy bubbles. The cloth a little rough on her sensitive nipples. They harden under the touch of the cloth. She washes the soap from her breasts. Feeling a breeze on her bum, she turns around to see Steve's smiling face and his naked body there. 

"Want some help lathering up, babe?" He asks. 

Angela laughs. "Come on in, lover. "Angela steps towards him, just out of the water's range. Grabbing his large, rigid prick, in her warm soapy hand. "I see you brought me a present!" She kisses him on the lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she slides her soapy hand up and down his swollen prick. 

"Mmmm. " He says against her lips. Steve steps into the shower, gently pushing Angela back under the warm water. Standing under the warm water with her, enjoying the feel of her hand on his prick, stroking him. He reaches for her. But she laughs and ducks away. Kneeling, she washes the remaining soap from his prick. Holding the base of his prick in her hand, Circling his tip with her small tongue, slow circles on the head. "Oh god, hon. " Steve groans as she slips him inside her mouth, sucking on his prick. Taking him deep into her mouth, he feels the head of his prick touching the back of her throat. 

Steve watches Angela as she gives him a blow job. She was so good at giving head. He thrusts a little as he feels her hand on his balls, squeezing them gently. Holding his hands lightly on her head he encourages her movements, pulling slightly in and out of her mouth as she sucks on his prick till he starts to jerk his hips. Steve pulls out of her mouth. Pulling her up to standing. His hands touching her beautiful body. Kissing her neck, venturing lower, towards her lovely breasts, tasting her skin. Fresh. Warm water running down their bodies. 

Caressing her breast with his lips. Taking her nipple into his mouth. Sucking so gently. Her body starts to respond to him. Steve releases her nipple, kissing her smooth breast. His tongue flicking across her wet skin, licking between her breasts, drawing her other nipple in his warmth mouth and sucking, greedily. Angela moans a little as he sucks on her nipple. 

An involuntary sound low in her throat. He strokes her hip, his hand drops from her hip, caressing lightly on her inner thigh, the sensation of his touch on her skin, slightly tickling her, the feeling almost erotic. Her legs part slightly and seizing the opportunity, his hand slips between her legs, stroking her pussy with his fingertips, his fingers sliding into her pussy. 

His finger eases between her outer lips, moving in the opening of her pussy. His finger slips inside her, fingering her, as she responds to him. She is occupied by her bodies feelings. Aroused at his finger inside her. He strokes his hand down her back. Across her pert bum and down her thigh. She arches her back towards his probing finger, thrusting inside her. Steve withdraws his finger from her willing pussy. 

Moving her against the shower wall, he raises her leg, and positioning himself, using his hand he places his prick against her pussy, rubbing his prick through her outer pussy lips. Teasing her. She thrusts her hips against his erection, eager for him to enter her. He places his prick against her slit, thrusting his prick inside her tight hole. Her pussy lips, spreading, welcoming him. He thrusts himself all the way in feeling her tight pussy constricting on his prick. Angela moans, bucking her hips against him. Steve feels himself close to cumming, speeds up the pace, thrusting deeper inside her, lifting her leg higher, increasing the sensation for Angela. 

"Steve, oh god, I'm cumming. Oh yes, yes yes. Oh god, yes. " Steve, spurred on by Angela's climax, cums, shuddering inside her. Steve holds their position, enjoying the feeling of his prick inside Angela's slippery, tight pussy. Brushing her wet hair from her face. He kisses her, tenderly on the lips. That was great. " He whispers into her ear. Anglea nods. "Yes. " She quietly says. Letting her leg go. Pulling her fully under the water. Steve and Angela share the soap, laughing as they sexily wash each others bodies. Washing the soap off their bodies. Kissing under the water. Steve watches as Angela washes her lovely hair. Quickly washing his own. All fresh and clean. 

Steve reaches for the shower, turning it off. Angela looks at him. Steve steps out of the shower. Steve grabs a large fuffy towel, "Come out. " She steps out of the shower, he comes towards her, wrapping it around her slender form. Embracing her with his arms. Tucking the edge of the towel so that it stays on her. He grabs another towel from the towel rack. Toweling her hair dry with the spare towel. Tossing it into the clothes hamper. Undoing the towel from around her body. He uses the fluffy soft towel to dry her, patting her down, paying particular attention to her breasts, drying her nipples. The soft towel rubbing across her nipples. 

Her erect nipples stroked by the material, causing them to harden. Angela sighing as Steve dries her. Patting her dry, her breasts, taut, flat stomach. Lightly touching her mons. "Spread your legs for me, baby. " She complies. His hand, covered by the towel, brushing against her inflamed pussy. Rubbing against her clit. His fingers stroking her pussy through the towel. Angela relaxes against his hand. Grinding her pussy against the towel. Steve laughs. "No more, my little wench. I'll be late for work. " Wrapping the towel around her shoulders, he scoops her up into his arms kissing her on the lips. Steve carried her to the bedroom and put her down on the bed. "Let's get dressed. " 

Angela puts her brush down. Sitting at her dressing table, looking in the mirror. She sighed. Steve should have been home by now. Anglea removed her makeup, smoothing in her face cream, slow, even strokes on her slender neck, massaging the cream into her face. Her thoughts drifting to earlier in the day. Getting a flat on the motorway had been a real hassle until that nice young man had come along and changed it for her. She laughed to herself as she remembered how she had deliberately dropped her keys and bent over so that he could get a good flash of her well rounded bottom and a hint of her smooth shaven pussy . (Angela deliberately wore no panties. Ever since she had met and married Steve she had blossomed from a shy young girl into a very confident sexual woman. It was a real turn on for her to brazenly exhibit herself. ) The man had been staring so hard at her butt that she thought he deserved a real eyeful. He had gone so red and stuttered as she turned back to face him. Seeing the bulge in the crotch of his jeans "One good turn deserves another". She had said as she got into her car. Angela had driven off, laughing, with him still standing there looking hot and flustered. Doing things like that made her pussy moist. 

She had driven to the local garage to get the puncture fixed. Angela reapplied her makeup in the rear vision mirror before getting out of her car. The man from the garage walked towards her. Admiring her long blond hair, big breasts, tiny waist and long slender legs. Angela smiled to herself. Men had been admiring her all her life. But she had always shyed away till Steve had wooed. Now she loved the attention and milked it for all it was worth. "Can I help you?" The guy asked. Sounding very friendly. Looking her up and down. Stopping at her chest. Seeing the perfect creamy skin. Her dress so low cut that he could swear he could almost see the shadow of her aureola. He leaned close to her. Angela inhaled deeply knowing her breasts seemed bigger when she did this. "Oh, " She says in a quiet, breathless voice. "I got a puncture on the motorway and I wondered if you could fix it?" Flashing him her best smile. The one that promised much if she was pleased. "Sure, sure. We're a little busy but I could do that for you. " He walks away from her to the reception desk. He grabs the log book from behind the counter. Angela leans on the countertop, her breasts resting on the top. Allowing him a better look down her top. The man looks up at her, from the log book, catching a good eyeful. "Leave it with me and you can pick it up at three. "OH. Can't you do it now, please?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure. " Says the poor man. Flustered. Five minutes later she was driving away with the puncture fixed, leaving behind the poor man with a very prominant hard on. 

Angela had stopped on the way home at the grocery store. She needed a few things. She grabbed some fresh fruit, the local newsaper and a bottle of wine. As she approached the checkout aisles she picked the shortest one. Noticing the young man packing at the end. The young girl served her. Scanning her groceries. Angela stared at the young man, adjusting her brastrap, letting him see more than was already showing. The young man went red. Blushing as he stared at the large breasts before him. . She turned and spoke to him. "Do you think this melon is too ripe? Would you give it a squeeze and see?" The young man's mouth dropped open. "I , I, I don't know. ""Oh well I'll take it home and see. " Angela paid for her groceries. Collecting her change from the girl. The young man handed her the paper bag, accidentally brushing his hand across the naked flesh of the tops of her exposed breasts. The young man pulled his hand back quickly. But Angela smiled, looking at his crotch. Seeing a bulge growing under his jeans. "Someone looks pleased to see me or have you a banana in your pocket?"The young man's face was now almost beetroot. Angela dropped the bag to the ground. "Oops. Silly me" As the young man bent over to pick them up for her. Angela grabbed his bum, giving it a squeeze. Taking the bag from him, she laughed as she walked away. 

Angela came back from her daydream as her cat rubbed himself on her leg and purred. Angela picked him up and stroked him. "Do you want to go out, puss?"She murmured to him. Angela walked to her front door, unlocked it. Sox leapt from her arms into the cool night. Just then the phone rang and Angela ran to answer it. "Hello? She paused as she listened to the person on the other end of the phone. "Oh I was hoping you didn't have to work late tonight. Mmm? I know it's important that you finish this case but I miss you when you're not here. " She laughs. "What am I wearing? You are naughty. I'm wearing my silk robe with nothing underneath. Ok. " Her free hand slips inside her robe. "I'm touching my pussy. Slipping my finger inside. Mmm It's so tight and moist. It feels so good. "Her hand moving beneath the material. I'm stroking my clit. It's hard. Oh god that feels so nice. Yes I'm fingering myself. Thinking of you inside me. Yes, yes, I'm excited, aroused. " Her fingers moving faster on her wet pussy. "I'm imagining your hard prick thrusting, deep inside me. OH, oh I'm cumming! Yes, oh god, oh god, yes! God, lover that was good. I love it when you talk dirty to me! 

" She blows him a kiss through the phone. Have you got a hard on now?" She giggles as she listens to his reply. "Well what could we do about that? Hmmm? Ok remember that fantasy of yours where I'm sleeping in our bed, you have to work late. There is a power cut so I go to bed early. Falling asleep quickly. Tired from our early morning love making. And a long day. I haven't been asleep long when I hear footsteps in the hallway. It's you tiptoeing down the hallway. I pretend I'm still asleep. Unaware there is someone in the house till a hand is placed on my mouth. I'm so scared. I try to scream. but only a muffled sound comes out. The intruder grabs me, dragging me, kicking and screaming. Tying me to the kitchen chair. Telling me to touch myself. Talking to me dirty. Making me finger myself till I cum. Then you take off your mask. I smile at you. You untie me from the chair. 

You make me kneel on all fours, facing away from you, demanding I bark like the b***h I am. To whimper for you, begging you to enter me. I push my aroused, moist pussy towards your dribbling prick. Enticing you to me with the scent of my desire for you. You take me roughly, forcefully, thrusting your prick deep inside me till we both cum from the rough passion of our lust for one another. We lie in each other's arms in front of the warmth of the open fire. Falling asleep together. "She laughs a little as he talks to her. All better now? Good. " She smiles. "Will you sleep on the couch in your office? Ok, honey. I will. I love you too. See you for breakfast then? Ok. Bye. " Angela went back to her front door and called the cat. "Sox? Sox? Come on, puss. It's cold out there. " Sox did not come running like he normally did. 

Angela pulled her thin silk robe tighter to her naked body. It was warm inside with the open fire going but freezing here in the open doorway. She didn't want to leave Sox out in the cold. "Sox, puss, puss?" Angela heard a crashing noise from outside and Sox meowing. Angela shivers in the cold. Her nipples stiff against the silk robe. Aching from the cold. She turns on the outside light. "Sox?" She calls. Cautiously walking outside. The sound had come from the back of the house. She stayed close to the side of the house. It was a very dark night. The clouds covering the full moon. Angela was beginning to feel nervous. Normally she was so confident but it was spooky. "Sox?Sox" She whispered urgently, almost scolding the damn cat. Angela could just make out in the gloom her rubbish bin. Laying on it's side with the lid off. No sign of the cat. "Sox, did you knock the bin over again, you nuisance. " Sounding a little relieved. 

She picked the bin up, standing it upright and placing the lid on top. Walking back to the house, deciding that Sox could just freeze his balls off out here. Just as she walked around the corner of the house there was a strong gust of wind and she heard her front door slam. "Damn. " Angela said as she realised she had not snipped the door. She was now locked out of the house. Because the fire was on all the windows were shut. She was starting to panic. She had no way of getting inside and she was locked outside, in the cold wearing nothing but her silk robe. Angela sat on her frontstep. Trying to think of what she could do. The concrete underneath her butt was freezing. After a few minutes of sitting there she remembered that the bathroom window was open. Just slightly but she was sure that she could squeeze her slender body through. 

She goes round to the bathroom window, getting a bucket from the garden shed. Standing on the bucket and reaching inside the window, trying to reach the latch. Her fingers slip on the cold metal a few times before getting it to turn. Anglea tiptoes on the bucket. Holding the window ledge and pulling herself through the small gap. Just as her feet touch the cold bathroom lino the lights in the house go out. "Great!" She says. "A power cut. " She walks towards the wall. Feeling her way as she goes. Walking down the hall into the lounge. Feeling the warmth from the open fire. The fire is dying down. Angela puts another two logs on the open fire. The wood catches quickly, the flames quickly licking around the dry wood. She kneels in front of the fire. Warming her stone cold body. Staying there for a few minutes till the chill goes off her body. 

Getting up from the floor, Angela makes her way to the kitchen. Searching through the cutlery drawer for the torch. It wasn't there. Steve must have used it and not put it back. Bother she thinks, leaning against the bench top. God, she was so cold. She reaches into the open cupbaord above her looking for the bottle of whisky Steve kept there. Taking a clean glass from the dishrack, pouring herself a large glass. Angela knocked back the contents. And poured herself another as the warmth from the alcohol radiated through her body. She held the refilled glass in her hand. Walking down the hallway to her bedroom. Deciding to climb into bed and finish her drink. She turns back the bedclothes and undoing her robe, letting it fall to the floor. Quickly hopping under the covers. Sitting up she sips at her whiskey, slowly. Angela leans over and opens her drawer. Pulling out her ashtray and a small tin box. She opens the tin and removes a large joint and a lighter. Placing the joint in her mouth, she puffs on it, inhaling deep. The sweet strong smell of marijuana pervades the room. Slowly sipping her drink and sucking on the joint, feeling her body completely relax. Thinking. Relaxed and mellow. Time slips by. A half hour or so. Angela begins to feel a little sleepy. 

Angela finishes her whiskey and the joint, stubbing it out carefully. Placing the empty glass on her bedside cabinet. And the tin back in her drawer. She slips out of bed, into the lounge, stoking the fire. Pushing the logs so that the fire would die down quicker. Lessening the chance of one rolling out. Angela stood in front of the fire. Arms across her breasts. Standing in the fire's warmth. Warming her lovely lithe, sexy body, shadows flickering on the wall from the fire's flames. She dreamily closes her eyes, liking the feel of the direct heat from the burning logs on her skin. She sighs and walks back to her room, getting into bed and snuggling down, enjoying the remnant warmth of her electric blanket. Thankfully she had turned her blanket on early and the warmth was lingering even though the power was off. Anglea hears a creak. She doesn't worry. The house creaks all the time. The two whiskeys and the joint leaving her feeling warm inside as well, stoned and slightly tipsy she drifts off to sleep. Warm and secure. Not hearing the sound of the spare room door opening. Nor the slight squeak as the door opens. The footsteps, slow and deliberate. Hesitating. Waiting. Biding his time. 

Angela wakes with a start. She feels a little woozy. The effects of the joint and whiskeys. She thought she had heard footsteps down the hallway. Or was that her imagination working overtime?She sits up. Listening. Was Steve home after all? She listens. Hearing nothing. She starts to relax. Suddenly she feels a hand on her mouth. Her reactions slowed by the marijuana. The messages taking awhile to get through her muddled brain to her body. The gloved hand tightening against her mouth. Muffling the scream she was about to let out. It isn't Steve! She knows it isn't him. The aftershave her assailant is wearing isn't his. "Oh my god!"She screams mentally. "Is this for real?"Angela wonders if she is hallucinating. Was the marijuana laced and she was having a bad trip? Or was she having a nightmare. Dreaming this whole thing. She is confused. Not fully aware that it could be real. Her senses a little dull from the alcohol and joint. Feeling herself dragged from her bed, she kicks out, flailing with her arms. Trying to get loose from the grip. Her assailant grabs her slender arm pulling it uncomfortably behind her back. "Don't fight me. Or I shall consider doing worse to you. " His voice, deep and cold. "Are you frightened? You should be. " She feels his hand moving from her mouth. She fills her lungs ready to scream as soon as he lets go. "Don't. "He says, sounding menacing. She hesitates, he takes his hand away from her mouth. "Please, don't hurt me. " Begging him. 




A Night To Remember



"I'm not going to hurt you. I want to have fun with you. Like you do with men. Teasing them, flirting, flashing your hot pussy in their faces. Your sexy breasts hanging out for men to drool over. Offering yourself like a hot tramp. " He whispers in her ear. She starts to sob. Too scared to scream, and knowing no-one would hear her. Living in the country was peaceful but in this case having your neighbours 2 miles away didn't help. He would be way stronger than her. Maybe if she didn't fight he would not hurt her. She didn't want to get him angry. She had never been much of a fighter. Growing up she had always tried to avoid confrontation. She feels drained. She wishes that this was a dream. That it wasn't happening to her. All the fight goes out of her body. "Good girl. You do as your told and we'll get on fine. I'm not going to do anything to you that you don't want me to do. " Angela's shoulders shook as she sobbed. Her mind racing, how could she get away from this man?She felt so vunerable, naked in front of her assailant. He had said he wasn't going to hurt her. She tries to calm herself down. He pushes her, taking her into the lounge. The fire has been banked, large flames engulfing the logs. 

Holding her arm with one hand, Angela sees by the firelight his hand slipping into his pocket. Taking a piece of cord from his pocket. Looking intently at her. Angela stares back at him, trying to make out his face properly. He wears black. Black jeans, black polo shirt. And a black ski mask. No shoes or socks. She can just make out his eyes through the holes. "Don't look at me unless I say you can. " Angela lowers her head. Looking away. He ties her in front of her. "Stand here. You will not move. There is no where to go. If you try to get away, I will be able to catch you. Do you understand?" She nods, her heart beating fast. She could try and get to the door. He leans close to her face. "Don't move. " His voice menacing. All is quiet. She wonders where he is. She hears noises coming from the kitchen. Quiet footsteps on the lino as he returns. The man speaks to her. "Look at me. " Angela looks at him, eyes slightly cast down. "I said look at me. " Spoken more forcefully. Shelooks directly at him. "Drink this. " Angela shakes her head at the glass he is offering. Wanting her wits about her. "I said drink it. Now. " His tone strong. Demanding to be obeyed. She reaches for the glass. Her hands bound. With difficulty she takes the glass from him. Obeying him. Sipping tentatively at first. Tasting it. It was her favourite wine. Sauterne. Fruity and pleasant. "Finish the glass. " Angela tips her head back, skulling the wine. He refills her glass. telling her to drink this fast. Refilling her glass again and again till the bottle in his hand is empty. Angela feels a little lightheaded. The alcohol coursing through her body. 

"I want you silent till you till I say you may speak. " Angela nods. Angela blushes a little as the man stares at her. Licking his lips. "Stand still. " He firmly tells her. He puts his hand at the base of her neck. Squeezing. He moves closer to her. Using his free hand to grab her ample breast. Taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. Blowing hot air on her erect nipple. Angela stiffens. Trying to pull back but unable as his grip on the back of her neck tightens. He rolls his tongue across her nipple. Sucking it into his mouth. Angela feeling the effects of the bottle of wine. Just then the front door opens. The man pulls away. Steve walks in. There is no surprise on his face as he sees his wife standing naked, before the fire with a stranger. Steve walks towards Angela. The man stands his ground. "Angela, my darling. I see you've met Nathan. " Angela looks at Steve. Her eyes begging him for answers. "He was in my office when I called you. I put our call on speakerphone so he could hear our conversation. It got me to thinking. How much I love you and how sexy you sounded. And then I came up with the idea of combining two of my fantasies. "Steve strokes Angela. She quivers at his familiar touch. Closing her eyes and inhaling his masculine scent. "I asked Nathan to help me out. I want us to play out two of my fantasies. 1. You are surprised by an intruder, dominated by him and 2. I come home to join in on the fun. " Angela looks straight into Steve's eyes seeing the man she loves so much. Willing to do anything for him. She looks at Nathan. He takes his ski mask off revealing his face. Angela recognises him now from the Christmas party. He had kept touching her, brushing past her. Making eyes at her. Steve unties his wife, rubbing her wrists where the thin cord had rubbed a little. Steve caresses Angela. Running his hands over his wife's naked body. Touching her on the neck, his hand feeling her lovely blonde hair, wrapping it around his hand, pulling her to him, inhaling her scent. Using his other hand to stroke her erect nipple, tweaking it, watching it stiffen more under his touch, drawing lazy circles around her nipples, watching her lean closer to him , demanding his touch. Steve turns to Nathan. " She is silent. " Nathan nods. "Till I say otherwise. " Steve turns back towards his wife. His other hand moving from her hair, one hand continuing to play with her nipples, down her back, she arches her back, sensitive to his carress. His hand rests on her bum. Cupping one cheek, in his hand, squeezing it, drawing her closer to him. "Take off his clothes. " Nathan says. Angela looks at Steve. He nods. Continuing to touch her. 

Angela reaches out to Steve. Undoing his tie. Tossing it to the ground. Unbuttoning his shirt. Removing it from his muscular arms. Steve moves his hand from her nipple to the back of her neck. Her face so close that he kisses her, roughly on the lips. Forcing his tongue into her mouth. Angela responds. Kissing him back, her tongue probing into his mouth. His other hand caresses her pert bum. Back up her slender hip across to her mound. Warm under his hand. Nathan stands in the shadows. He watches Steve and Angela. Angela undoes Steve's pants, carefully unzipping him because of his obvious erection Brushing her hand across his stiff prick through his boxers. Easing his trousers down his thighs. Undoing his shoes, taking off his shoes and socks. Then his pants from around his ankles. Pulling his boxers off. Looking up at him adoringly. Steve pulls her up to him. His hands running over her body, exploring her exquisite sexy form. Her upraised large breasts, her slender waist and her pert bum. Going lower. Steve crouches at Angela's feet. Kissing her feet. Caressing her calf. Licking his way up her leg to inner thigh. Kissing her pussy, His fingers slipping inside her. Feeling the juices in her slick tight pussy, welcoming his thrusting fingers. "I see you are already aroused. " Standing up Steve pulls Angela close. "Angela, I want Nathan to join us. " 

Angela looks at Steve. Silently questioning him. "Do you want to play?" Angela nods. Steve embraces his wife. Nathan walks towards the couple. Steve pulls away from his wife. Turning to Nathan. Letting him lead. Nathan touches Angela's hair. "You are so beautiful. Standing here naked. Submissive to me and now to your husband as well?" Angela nods. She feels excited. Her body thrilling to the closeness of two sexy males. To the thought of submitting herself to them. Nathan runs his hand down the small of her back. "Undress me. " He whispers into her ear. She helps him to pull his polo shirt over his head, then kneels before him, reaching out, undoing the button on his jeans, unzipping him. Almost gasping as she sees he is not wearing any underwear and his large prick is exposed. Nathan steps out of his jeans. Angela admires his prick. Long and thick. Circumsised. Steve stokes the fire. Banking it high. Ensuring their warmth. Smiling at his wife. Encouraging her. 

Nathan strokes Angela's head. Pushing her head to his stiff prick. Angela still on her knees in front of Nathan lifts his hard prick to reveal his balls. With her tongue finding the underside of his balls, licking him from his balls, to the base of his prick, upward to the very tip of his prick. Licking him like a lolliepop. Stroke after stroke of her gentle tongue on his hard prick. Angela takes Nathan's erect prick into her mouth. Sucking him. Angela sucks hard on Nathan's hard prick. Taking him deep into her mouth. Licking the tip, her tongue gliding up and down his shaft. She cups his balls in one hand, and holds the base of his penis with a tight grip. Rolling her tongue around and across the tip of his prick. Steve kneeling behind her, strokes her back. His stiff prick rubbing against the cheeks of her firm bum. Enjoying the sensation of his prick on her smooth skin. Running his hands over her firm body. Cupping her generous breasts in his large hands. Watching his wife give Nathan a blowjob was very erotic to him. She was so damn good at giving head. Steve started stroking Angela. Carressing her hip, down to her bum. His hand slipping between her legs. Lower and lower, getting closer to her pussy. 

Almost feeling the heat from her. Angela always got off on giving him head. Said that it made her feel a little naughty. Her religious parents had told her that sex was dirty. That God had created man and woman for procreation only. Steve smiled as he thought of hiss seeing their precious daughter now. Sucking another man's prick and noisely enjoying it. Steve slid his fingers into Angela's moist pussy, his fingers searching for her clit. Finding it and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger, flicking his fingertip across the hard nub, slipping two of his fingers inside her, slowly thrusting his fingers deep inside her tight, welcoming pussy. Stroking slowly in and out of her pussy, feeling her tightening her muscles against his fingers, exciting herself more. "You like that don't you baby? You like me fingering you. My fingers deep inside your tight warm pussy. " Steve speaks to her. Angela gives a muffled moan around Nathan's prick in her mouth. Angela thrusts her hips back at him, replying with her body to his question. Nathan starts to jerk. His hips pushing his prick further into Angela's mouth. Angela takes him in more, his hard prick down her throat. Angela feels Nathan's excitement building. Her body tingles. Feeling Steve's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, making her thrust against his hand, his finger occassionally rubbing on her clit. And Nathan's large prick in her mouth. She felt so naughty but so sexy as well . She slows her strokes, tightening her grip on the base of his prick. Prolonging his arousal, holding back his climax as long as possible. Angela releases Nathan's prick. Holding him in her hand. Her mouth and lips forming a small circle, then taking only the head into her mouth, using slow stroking movements with her hand, putting him into her mouth, sucking as she pulls him in and out. Angela looks up at Nathan. 

Steve pulls his fingers from Angela's pussy, plunging back into her wet pussy with all his fingers, spreading her tight pussy wide. Angela responds immediately to his fingers by thrusting her hips fast and hard against his firm fingers, deep inside her. with Angela, watching and enjoying as Angela changes her technique. Seeing Nathan thrusting with his hips. Nathan starts to grunt, and pulls his prick out of Angela's mouth. Angela opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out, inviting him to cum. Nathan jerks spasmodically as Angela's hand strokes up and down his rigid prick. His cum sprays into Angela's open mouth, on her tongue, dribbling a little out the sides. Angela swallows Nathan's cum. Licking her lips. Nathan steps away from Steve and Angela. Stoking the fire. Disappearing from their view. Steve's fingers thrust in and out of Angela, making her pussy wet, dripping with juices, she whimpers. She cums against his hand, making small noises as she does. Steve strokes her outer lips. Feeling her juices as they run from her pussy. Nathan returns. Holding in his hand a piece of cord. Handing it to Steve. Steve stands up. Taking Angela's hands. "Trust me. "He says to her. Nathan grabs a kitchen chair placing it in the warm lounge. Steve sits Angela down on the chair. Pulling her hands behind her back, tying them. Comfortably tight. To ensure she cannot get free. Nathan pulls Angela's knees apart. Pulling her body to him. "You have such a beautiful pussy. So smooth and soft. " Nathan runs his hands up Angela's thighs. Steve kneels by Angela's side. Stroking her lovely breasts and places her erect nipple in his mouth. Sucking on her tender nipple, rolling his tongue on the very tip. 

Nathan strokes Angela, his hands soft and gentle, his fingertips graze her inner thigh. Kissing her inner thigh. his lips soft and tender. She sighs. Nathan strokes closer to her pussy. His fingers feeling her soft, skin, lingering on her pubes. Caressing her outer pussy lips. Angela gasps as his fingers slip inside her wet pussy. Nathan moves his finger inside her exploring her tight, warm pussy. Angela begins to squirm a little. With Steve sucking on her nipple and Nathan slowly fingering her she was starting to get very aroused. Her body aglow with sexual heat. Nathan sticks his finger deeper into her pussy, then taking it out, putting his finger to his lips and sucking her pussy juices from his finger. Spreading her knees further apart and shuffling her bum forward on the chair, allowing him easier access to her pussy. He kisses her pussy, his tongue laps at her slit, his tongue rasping on her sensitive pussy. Searching for her clit. His tongue finding her hard nub, flicking his tongue over her clit. Angela groans. Nathan curls his tongue around around her clit, giving it a little suck. Pulling it into his mouth briefly and letting it go, simultaneously lightly sucking on it and flicking his tongue over and around it. Angela's moans get louder and louder, she thrusts her wet pussy against his tomgue and mouth. Nathan eases back. And then darting his tongue into her open slit. Thrusting his tongue into her pussy, feeling her pussy responding, she grinds her hips into his face. Harder and harder she thrusts. In and out Nathan probes her with his tongue. Angela screams as she cums. An intense orgasm ripping through her body. Her juices freely flowing on his face. Nathan licks up her cum juices. Nathan moves away. 

Steve caresses his wife, stroking her breasts and her face. Standing up he unties her. Holding her face in his hands. "You are such a sexy wife. I love you very much. " Nathan stands behind Angela. Touching her. Turning her towards him. She feels Steve's hand on the small of her back, pushing her towards Nathan, into his arms. Nathan encircles her, his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. She feels his erect prick pushing against her stomach. Kissing her hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing it's way, roughly into her mouth. She reponds kissing him hard back. Passionately and lustfully they kiss. Steve pulls her long hair to on side. He kisses the back of her neck. Nathan stops kissing her. Angela catches her breath. "I want to fuck you like a bitch in heat. "His voice husky with lust. Angela opens her eyes wide. Another of Steve's secret fantasies! To see her screwed like a she dog. By another man. He had said it once when he was drunk. And now they were going to play out another of his fantasies. Angela turned her head to look at Steve. Querying? Steve sees the look on his young wife's face. "Yes. " That simple word sealing what she would do for her husband, the love of her life. Nathan turns her head back towards him "You may speak now. " Angela nods at him. "Will you submit yourself to me?" She nods. "Yes. "

"Like a bitch in heat?" Nathan asks. "Yes. " Angela's heart is racing. She is so excited by what they are about to do. Her pussy 

Angela kneels on all fours, facing away from Nathan, she turns her head towards him. Raising her ass high. "Woof. " Inviting him to take her. Whimpering, Angela backs towards Nathan who has knelt behind her. Steve standing in front of her. His rigid dick in his hand. Stroking himself as he watches his wife. Angela looks at Steve seeing the enjoyment in his face, she is eager to please him. She wriggles her aroused, moist pussy towards Nathan. Offering her aroused pussy to him. She looks at Nathan, whimpering, low in her throat. Enticing him to her. Nathan, on all fours, carwls towards her. Sniffing her. Nosing at her pussy. His tongue licking her. Tasting her scent, her excitement. Angela thrusts her moist pussy towards his dribbling dick. "What are you?" Steve whispers. Close to her. "I'm a she bitch in heat. " Angela says. Panting as she speaks. Steve kneels in front of Angela. Groaning. "Oh god, Angela. This is such a turn on. " Angela moves closer to Steve taking his very hard prick in her lips. Nathan follows her. Nosing at her. She encircling Steve's prick with her mouth. Her tongue licking the precum from his tip. Sucking his juices into her mouth. Opening her mouth wide to take him in, Angela sucks his prick into her mouth. Her tongue busy on his stiff dick. Eager for Nathan she waggles her hips. Her moist pussy exuding juices. Steve watches as Nathan closes in on Angela. Seeing his large prick, erect ready to enter his wife. Steve bucks his hips, his prick thrusting further into Angela's mouth. Nathan places his prick against her pussy. Angela remains still. Nathan enters her, forcefully thrusting his hard prick inside her tight hole. Angela whimpers as he thrusts deep inside her. Roughly he thrusts, animalistic in his approach, taking her like a dog would his mate. 

Nathan thrusts hard and deep into Angela. Holding her hips tight in his hands, providing him more leverage, reaming her pussy good. Angela is highly aroused by Nathan deep inside her, thrusting his large prick in and out of her tight pussy. Filling her up, spreading her pussy wide. Angela feels herself close to climaxing. She thrusts against Nathan's stiff prick inside her. Feeling him fill her up. His throbbing dick inside her tight pussy. Angela takes Steve's prick full into her mouth. Taking him all the way in. Her mouth slides up and down on his shaft. Sucking him off. Her tight mouth on his rigid prick. Steve bucks and thrusts his hips as he watches Nathan fucking his wife. Thrusting inside her, imagining his prick deep in her tight, constricting pussy. Visualising his prick being inside her pussy, using her mouth instead. Taking her, while she whimpers and begs him for more. Nathan howls like a dog. "Fuck, she's so tight. "Nathan's large prick fills her, thrusting deep inside her as he feels his climax nearing, thrusting faster, deeper in her, far into her vagina, reaching his peak, climaxing, cumming inside her. Angela screams as she cums. Writhing against Nathan's prick. Steve jerks as he cums in his wife's mouth. Angela sucks Steve's spunk down, swallowing her husband's cum. Her pussy muscles relaxing. She is exhausted. The three relax, the fire has died down, the room cooling off. No-one has noticed. Their own body warmth high from their combined heat. Nathan relaxes inside Angela, spent. Pulling his cum drenched prick from her drenched pussy. Steve withdraws his prick from his wife's mouth. Carressing her lovely face. "Thank you, baby. "

Nathan slides his prick from Angela's slick pussy. Angela remains on all fours, her pussy leaking her cum juices combined with Nathan's. Steve helps her up. Nathan kisses Angela on the mouth. "Steve, you're a lucky man. Having a sexy wife who loves you very much. " Steve nods. " Yeah, I know. " Nathan pulls on his clothes. Leaving silently. Shutting the front door behind him. Angela kisses him back. The power suddenly comes on. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Steve asks. "Yes. " Angela whispers. Looking adoringly into her husband's face. "I did too. Did you like Nathan?"




A Night To Remember



"Yes. " She nods. "I want us to get together with him again, soon. " Angela nods her head, agreeing with him. "Let's have a quick shower and go to bed. " Steve says to his wife. "Will you share some of your fantasies with me?"

"Yes. I will. "Steve and Angela walk to the bathroom. They shower together, Steve washing Angela's tired body. Washing his own and towelling them both dry. They climb into bed together, sexually replete they curl up against one another. Within minutes Steve snores gently beside Angela, she is thinking. Will Steve still respect her when he hears of her fantasy? She trusts him. She cuddles closer to Steve. Quickly falling asleep. Angela dreams. She dreams of the fantasy she has had since she was a young teenager.



A Night to Remember



I sat quietly on the sofa, watching some late night TV. The only light in the room was that from the television. I began to loose interest in the movie that was on and my mind began to wonder.

Thoughts of a recent afternoon began to fill my head and my cock began to stir. I could see myself standing there, at the top of the stairs, my young cousin lying on her bed, her silky robe open, exposing her well developed, sexy body. Her tits were firm and very large considering her age, I thought, and her legs were spread wide; exposing her near completely shaved pussy. Her open legs allowed her beautiful pussy to except the large black dildo that she was fucking herself with.

I watched her for a few minutes. As she slowly slid the cock in and out of her wet pussy, I was amazed that my sexy young cousin could take it all. It was a good nine inches long and about two and a half inches thick. It was about as large as I am, maybe a little larger, but I was amazed with the ease at which she took it.

As she continued with her self-pleasure, I continued to go unnoticed and since we were alone at the time, I quietly pushed my shorts down, exposing my rock hard erection, and began to masturbate. As I slowly stroked the length of my shaft, I watched her push the dildo in and out of her sexy hole, while, with her other hand, she playfully pinched and teased her beautiful nipples. I found myself wishing it were my cock inside of her. 

I was becoming more and more excited. I became filled with lust for her. Here I was 24 years old, with a rock hard cock, and there she was 18, about to finish high school, young, hot, and sexy...every man's fantasy...she was there, fucking herself with a big black dildo. I assumed her mother didn't know about her little hobby.

I watched the sexy scene for as long as I could. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of my cock and, I could barely resist shooting my load right then and there. Suddenly, another wave of excitement rushed over me. I had an idea...a wonderfully nasty and sexy idea.

I pulled my shorts up, and carefully tucked my throbbing cock away, being sure that my erection was plainly obvious. I stood there on the stairs for a moment, getting up the nerve and figuring out exactly what to say, then, to my surprise, without hesitation, I walked into her room.

She freaked out when she saw me. She covered her body, jumped up off the bed, and ran to the bathroom. After the initial shock (I pretended to be shocked as well) she emerged from the bathroom, still in robe, and walked to her bed and sat down. She tucked the dildo into a dresser drawer and asked what I had seen. I told her that I had seen it all, but I didn't let on to my watching. She became concerned that I would tell her mother about her little toy and her self- pleasure session (my plan was working), but I assured her that I would not.

At some point, she made the mistake of saying that she would do anything if I would just not tell her mother about what I had walked in on. Of course, I loved that, and I told her that there was one thing she could do...when she asked what, I told her that I had watched her for several minutes, and that I could not believe how sexy and well developed she was. To my surprise, she didn't seem too bothered that I had watched her, in fact, it seemed to relax her a little. I knew it was now or never. I told her that I wanted to masturbate, and that I wanted to eat her pussy while I did it.

I think my response surprised her, and she seemed a little reluctant, so I reassured her that it would be good for both of us...I assured her that I would not tell her mother about what I had seen. Without speaking anymore she stood, and let her robe fall to the floor. There she was again...that sexy, young body in full view. My cock had never softened, but in fact now, was growing even more engorged.

She lay back on her bed and spread her legs for me...much like the way she had spread them when she was receiving her big black dildo. I wasted very little time. I took off my shorts and pulled off my shirt. I was completely naked with my cousin and the fun was about to begin.

I laid over on my left side, and positioned my head between her sexy thighs. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke myself as I gently began to taste my young cousin. As I ate her sweet pussy, the smooth freshly shaved skin to the sides of her snatch gently brushed the corners of my lips. She became wet very quickly and her breathing became rapid as well. She slowly moved her hips in rhythm with my tongue, gently grinding her pussy against my face.

She reached orgasm after a few minutes and I could detect a sweet change in her taste. I continued jerking my dick. Suddenly, without speaking, she got up and positioned me on the bed and knelt between my legs. She took my cock into her mouth and slowly began to pleasure me. She gently caressed my shaved ball sack with her cool little hands and slowly licked the length of my shaft with the tip of her warm tongue. She took the entire length of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. It was obvious that she had experience despite her age.

She continued sucking my cock and balls until I was nearly ready to explode. She made a couple of comments about my balls being shaved. She said she liked to lick them. She said their skin was very soft against her tongue. I was on the verge of filling her mouth when she stood and again, without word, changed our position.

This time, she made me stand and she laid down on the bed. I could not believe my eyes or ears when this sexy, young, cousin of mine spread her legs in front of me and said, "fuck me, now!" I was shocked, amassed, and very excited all at the same time. I asked her if she was sure, but all she said was, "fuck me, now!!" I hesitated for a second and she could tell that I wasn't quite sure. She explained that I was not her first, and she made it clear that she was ready to have me inside of her. 

I moved between her legs and positioned my cock against her opening. Slowly, I entered her and she let out a loud moan and shuddered slightly with pleasure. I began to work my dick in and out of her sexy young pussy. She was very wet and her juices coated my cock. I took her tits, each their turn, into my mouth and gently licked and sucked her nipples. Hers are the most beautiful, sexiest tits I've ever had the pleasure of having.

Slowly, we continued our "forbidden encounter," each of us enjoying the sheer pleasure of the moment. With each stroke, I buried my cock as deep as I could into her pussy. She matched every one of my strokes with a movement of her hips, allowing maximum penetration. It was then that I realized I was enjoying every man's fantasy...a young, sexy, teen, hot for my cock. 

We continued to fuck for several minutes and it became obvious that we were both getting nearer and nearer to reaching our climax. She came first, coating my dick with her sweet wetness, then, it was my turn. My breathing was nearly out of control... I was getting full penetration with every stroke...I filled my cousins warm, wet snatch with shot after shot of my hot, creamy semen. She shuddered with pleasure as the intensity of my orgasm, brought her to another.

As I sat there on the couch, in the light of the television, remembering that afternoon, my cock began to swell. I could see, and almost feel, my sexy young cousin's body against mine. I'm hoping for more experiences with her, but I will never forget our first encounter. It will go down in my mind as one of...if not the... greatest sexual experiences of my life. 

So there I was, and before I realized it, my cock was in my hand and I was stroking myself right there, in the living room, while I re-lived that afternoon in my mind. I cupped my freshly shaved balls with one hand while I stroked with the other. I was so horny, and so into it that I didn't realize that I was being watched. 

I heard a soft cough and I opened my eyes. There was my mother...standing there...there I was...naked, on the couch, cock in hand. I jumped up and pulled up my shorts. I tried to leave the room, but she said, "stop honey, don't be embarrassed, it's ok. You have a wonderful body and most everybody masturbates...it's ok." She asked what I had been thinking about and I made up some crazy junk about some girl I knew.

Even so, she seemed strangely interested. She told me to tell her about it. So, I sort of made up a story, but it felt strange talking to my mother about it. It was even stranger that she seemed to want details and more details. She said that she wanted to know exactly what had happened between this "girl" and I. Lucky for me she didn't know this "girl" was just made up.

She continued to press for details, so I decided to get a little bolder. Then, unexpectedly, she told me that I should take up where I had left off and that would ease my tension and then I could more easily tell her about "Jenny." My mother wanted to watch me jerk-off? She assured me and said, "go on it's ok! Don't be shy!"

So, I slowly pushed my shorts back off and I could feel my mothers eyes lock onto my cock. It was growing hard again and as I touched it, a sense of nasty, steamy lust fell over me. I sat there, right beside my mother, and began to stroke my cock and tell her about "Jenny." I made up some crap about how we had sex in her pool one weekend and as I stroked, I could tell that mom was very interested in both my story and my cock. She continued to comment on my body. She was now talking about how wonderful my cock looked and she too (like most) commented about how she thought my shaved balls were sexy.

All of a sudden, without warning, my mother reached out and pushed my hand away from my cock. She bent over and took me into her mouth. She cupped my balls with her hand, and wrapped the other around the base of my shaft. I couldn't believe that my own mother was sucking my cock. It felt so good; I could barely stand it. My dick was in my mother's mouth and she was very good at sucking cock. 

The fact that my own mother was sucking my cock was enough to make me want to shoot off, but I resisted wanting to enjoy the pleasure and intensity of the moment. I put my head back to relax but, so that I could still see my cock in my mothers mouth. It was such a sexy scene. Most guys at some point fantasize about their mother but here I was living a fantasy.

Just then, the scene caught up with me. My back arched slightly, my breathing increased, and I let go of my load into my mother's mouth. Shot after shot of my warm semen filled her mouth and she eagerly accepted all of it. She continued to suck me until my orgasm subsided. Then she moved her warm tongue to my swollen balls where she caressed them gently. She continued to lick and suck my balls until my cock began to grow again. 

She sat up and slipped out of her nightgown exposing her body to me. I quickly leaned over and took one of her breasts into my mouth. She was fairly well endowed, probably a B cup, but anymore than that would be a waste. I sucked her tits each their turn, and it was obvious that my mother and I were going places that most mothers and sons only fantasize about, at best. As I continued to suck her tits, I slowly slid my hands between her legs in an effort to part them. It worked and now, my mother's pussy was exposed to me and was there, ready for me to touch.

I gently touched the soft, dark hair that covered the area. My mother shuddered with excitement. I slowly work my way to her pussy lips, and parted them with two fingers. She was already wet and I was pretty sure she was ready for whatever I had to offer. I slowly pushed a finger into her wet hole. She moaned with pleasure.

Slowly I fingered her warm snatch until I got up the nerve to push her back gently on the couch. I quickly slid to the floor, between her legs, and promptly inserted my tongue into her vagina. She came right then. I could feel the moisture of her orgasm on my lips. She was in ecstasy and I was enjoying the chance to pleasure her. I continued to tongue fuck her pussy and lick her clit through a few more intense orgasms. I loved the way she tasted.

My cock had begun to harden once again. Mother knew what I wanted and she wanted it too. She gently squeezed my shoulders and made me stand. I stood before her...her young man, well developed, hard dick in hand, ready and willing to do whatever mother said. She laid on the couch before me...my mother, the object of numerous fantasies, now, the object of my desire. At that moment in time, we both knew what the other wanted. Our "forbidden encounter" had been sheer pleasure up until now, but that pleasure was only a fraction of the outright ecstasy we would soon experience.

My mother spread her legs wide before me and in a soft, reassuring tone, said, "it's ok, we both want it." So, I slowly crawled between her legs, and she gently put her hands on my waist. I placed my now rock hard penis against her opening and slowly slid it into her. We both winced with pleasure as I entered her pussy and slid my cock in as far as it would go. Right away, she came. My mother's warm juices coated my cock. Slowly I began to make love to her. I pumped my dick in and out of her and she began to match my every stroke with a slight rocking of her hips.

As we made love, the heat of the experience covered my body with a thin layer of sweat. The intensity was almost more than I could stand. I bent down to take one of her breasts into my mouth. I gently sucked her erect nipple and she arched her back and groaned with pleasure. I released her tit from my lips and moved to achieve full penetration. At that point, she leaned forward and kissed one of my nipples. Then, she began to lick it and suck it much the same way I had licked and sucked hers.

No one had ever done that to me and it was all I could do to contain myself. When she noticed my pleasure, she switched and paid the same kind of attention to my other nipple. We were both in ecstasy and continued to fuck for what seemed to be a very log time. Her pussy was dripping wet, and my cock slid in and out nearly effortlessly. Her pussy was perfect to accommodate my better than average cock. She muttered between breaths, things about how wonderful I felt inside of her, about how big and beautiful my cock was, and how she wanted to feel me fill her pussy. 

Before long, we were engrossed in the sensuality of the moment, and she began to cum on my cock again. As she did, I began to reach orgasm and I told her that I was going to fill her pussy. She was lost in the moment...in the sheer pleasure of having her sons cock and she began to beg for it. She begged for me to fill her pussy. She begged to feel me shoot my load inside of her. She arched her back as another orgasm hit, then rocked her hips, pushing her pelvis upwards, allowing me complete penetration. At that point with my cock buried inside of her, I shot, without doubt, with biggest load of semen I had ever shot, and I shot it deep into my mother's pussy.

What a night to remember. I will never forget the sheer intensity of the experience. I had always fantasized about my mother...most boys do...I'm just one of the lucky few that actually get to experience the fantasy.



A Night To Remember



"Guys hit on me all the time, what makes you different?"

"I'm not hitting on you, that's what makes me different."

The incredibly hot blonde stood staring at me, not sure what to say. I had just told her that her boyfriend was a loser and she could do much better. She must have been expecting me to follow it up with suggesting that I would treat her better, but the truth was, I was too busy for a girlfriend. I had returned to college after several years working, and between school, studying, and work, I was stretched to the limits. Unfortunately, seeing all of these 18-22 year-old hot babes kept my cock stretched to the limits as well. I couldn't help but flirt with some of them as they came through the small restaurant I worked at on campus.

But this girl was different. Not only was she by far the most beautiful girl on campus, but she had this presence about her, an elegance that I could not describe because I had never experienced it before.

"So what's the deal," I asked, "you're so beautiful that most guys are too scared to ask you out?" I have become more bold as I have gotten older. I was too shy to say something like that to a beautiful girl while I was in high school.

She looked at me questioningly for a moment. I saw a hint of interest from her for the first time. "It has been a lot like that."

I interrupted her, "But let me ask this, does the fact that you are so beautiful go to your head?"

"You ask a lot of questions! I don't know, I try to just be me, but sometimes I get lonely and only guys like Steve ask me out. What's a girl to do?" She was being honest. I had only seen her come through the restaurant a few times, and we didn't even know each other's names, but she was always very nice, something you don't always see in beautiful women. I also suspected she came from a wealthy family, and because I came from a working class family it had always been easy to detect any attitude rich people have. She had it, but she seemed honest and sincere. And damn was she beautiful! I could stare into her blue eyes forever. But I wanted more than that. My mind kept telling me that I couldn't fit a girlfriend into my schedule, but my crotch was telling me something else.

"Guys my age bore me, to tell the truth. All they want is sex, and they aren't even very good at it."

My mind instantly created countless images in my head. 

"Older guys are more mature." Somehow I added, "and more experienced."

"You know your way around a woman's body, I suppose?" She smiled. I didn't know if she was serious or just teasing. But I kept my cool.

"Yes, I'm very familiar with how to please a woman."

"This is supposed to be the point when you say 'can I show you?'."

"I don't have to say something tacky like that. The offer is on the table, if you are interested let me know." 

I found out her name was Denise, and we talked for a few more minutes, then she left.

I only work a few days a week, and Denise doesn't come in everyday, so it was a while before I saw her again.

I said hello and tried not to seem eager. 

"Still seeing Steve?" I asked.

"Not really."

"What does that mean?"

"I told him I didn't want to see him anymore."

"Oh, do you have anyone new in your life?" I wasn't sure what I would hear. She was definitely flirting with me, but she wouldn't come out and admit she was interested. If I really wanted her I would have to make the move.

"I'm not sure, there is this one guy I seem to keep thinking about."

I was in. "It wouldn't happen to be me, would it?" I flashed my most charming smile.

"Maybe." 

"Do you want to get some coffee, or something when I get off work?" I asked.

"That sounds nice."

We spent an hour that night talking over coffee at a nearby all-night cafe.

I learned that she wasn't really rich. Her parents were well-off, but her dad had taken a bath when internet stocks crashed. I started to see more of her personality that night - and I was hooked. She loved animals, had a dog, rode horses, and she loves baseball. Not bad, I thought. All-American beauty loves baseball.

I told her a little about myself, that I had worked for a few years before returning to college. We laughed together at my stories of the crazy people I used to worked for. She seemed interested in everything I had to say, unlike a lot of dates I have been on.

I could really fall for this girl.

I asked her out again, this time a formal date, or as formal as dates get in college: bowling. 

When the night came I picked her up at her sorority house. She made a point of showing me off to all of the girls, which I found particularly fun.

Bowling was a great choice. It gave me a chance to get a good look at Denise's ass. She was wearing tight jeans, and her ass was tight, firm, an amazing! She also had on a t-shirt, but it wasn't too large to tell that she had a really nice set of tits. I have been with women with huge breasts, and some with tiny breasts, and I actually prefer them in between. Denise's were just right, from what I could tell.

After bowling we ended up back at my apartment. She had made some excuse about needing to use a bathroom, and my place was close by. I was checking my answering machine when she returned from the bathroom and, standing behind me, started running her hands over my legs, my ass, and reached around and rubbed my crotch. I was wearing jeans that were a little tight to start with, and they were suddenly getting much too tight!

I turned around, and for the first time we kissed. The first couple of kisses were soft and sensual, and I could tell she was a very good kisser. Then we opened our mouths, and her tongue shot into mine, exploring my tongue. I returned the favor, and we started feeling each other's bodies through our clothes.

I picked her up and carried her to my bed, setting her down on the edge. I leaned down and removed her sandals, exposing her bare feet. I have always found women's feet sexy, and hers were beautiful. I gently kissed one foot, then the other. She squirmed a little on the bed. I stood up and gave her a wet kiss, then leaned over and helped pull her t-shirt out of her jeans and pull it over her head. She had a pale blue silk bra on from Victoria's Secret that really highlighted her breasts. It was so sexy it should be illegal. My cock was ready to burst.

I deliberately took my time and kissed her neck, pushing her hair away from her ear, and kissed and licked her ear lobe. She was getting extremely hot as I could easily tell from her moaning and body language. I don't think any of the college age boys ever took their time with someone like this, they just jumped right into fucking. And that is a damn shame. Her body was begging to be kissed, licked, tasted, and explored. If my cock would oblige, I wanted to spend hours on her body with my mouth.

I went back to her neck, and started down her chest. I lightly brushed her breasts with my face, then kissed below her breasts on her upper stomach, teasing her. I touched her sides, and felt how warm her skin was. I moved my hands to her breasts, teasing her for a moment by lightly brushing them, and then I cupped them in my hands and gently squeezed. "Uhh.." she moaned softly. This girl was amazing. I resisted the urge to tear off her jeans and just start fucking. I wanted this to be the most sensual experience of our lives, and I knew the fucking would be extra hot when we got around to it.

As I kissed her breasts, over, around, and through the pale blue bra, I slipped the bra clasp open with one hand and slowly moved the straps over her shoulders. She quickly moved her arms to remove it, not wanting anything between my lips and her hard nipples. I kissed her areola, one at a time. I licked her areola, intentionally staying away from her nipples, which were very hard. Then I took one nipple in my mouth, and squeezed her breasts up and into my face while I sucked. Denise arched her back and let out a long, moaning cry. 

I licked and kissed her nipples and breasts for a few minutes more, then started moving down her flat stomach. She was in incredible shape. Her stomach was tanned, firm, and I could see muscles, but she wasn't overly developed like some female body builders can be. I paused at her belly button, partially because she had laid down, and because she had it pierced. I licked her belly button, and gently took the ring in my mouth and pulled softly. "Uhhh..." she softly cried. I flicked my tongue in her belly button and continued down...lower...lower. 

I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them. Then I pulled on her hips and slid the jeans off. She helped by picking one leg up at a time, and as I slid the jeans off I saw that she had a pair of matching pale blue silk thongs on, and that her legs were awesome. They were perfect, shaved, toned, and tanned. She laid back on the bed, and I stood on the side of the bed, leaning over, kissing her legs.

I started at her feet, slowly kissing and licking my way up. I paused behind her knees on each leg, and I softly rubbed her legs as I went.

As I kissed her legs, I looked at this amazingly beautiful creature laying on my bed. Her eyes were closed, and she was enjoying my kisses. She was only wearing the panties now, and her firm tits were exposed. My cock was harder than ever before in my life. I felt like I could cut diamonds with it! I tried to slowly move up her legs, but I so desperately wanted to taste her.

I finally got to her panties. Since they were high thongs, they exposed her hips nicely. I noticed she didn't have any tan lines, not on her breasts and not even from bikini bottoms. I would have to question that later.

I kissed her hips, and slid my fingers under the thong material, quickly pulling it down halfway. I was teasing her. She thought I was going to rip the panties off of her, but I wanted to take a moment and lick her through the thongs. The suspense of what lies underneath is part of the excitement. I kissed her thighs, and she opened her legs to give me better access. I brushed my face against her pussy, which was bulging through her thong. I could feel an intense heat coming through her thong, and I thought about how fantastic it would feel to have my hard dick inside that hot, wet pussy.

I finally couldn't take it anymore, and I pulled her thong off, lifting her legs one at a time, and sliding it over her feet. I stared in amazement. She had the most incredible blonde pussy that I had ever seen in my life! It was shaven, with a small amount of golden pubic hair left on top. The lips were not red, not purple, but a soft pink. There should be monuments built to honor this pussy! It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I leaned down, brushed my face against her warmth, licked her thighs once more, and finally put my tongue on her hot cunt. An electric spark must have gone through her body, because she almost jumped off the bed. I slide my hands under her thighs, so I could open her legs and hold them up. I kissed her bare pussy, rubbing my face against it, and then I stuck my tongue past her lips and into her. I immediately was greeted by a flood of wet juices. I sucked them down, licking every corner of her pussy I could reach. She was moaning and moving on the bed. She could barely kept still. I licked my lips clean, and leaned down to her exposed clit. I softly licked it once. Again, the electric spark rang through her body and she almost jumped off the bed. I leaned forward and breathed hot air on her now wet clit, teasing her. Then I leaned in and took the clit in my mouth, sucking on it, and running my tongue over it in my best imitation of a vibrator. 

She moaned, pressed her body against my face, and arched her back. 

"Oh, Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Ye...." The third yes was cut short by a groaning noise that must have started from deep inside her. I didn't think she could do it, but her back arched even more, and she started bucking her clit against my purring tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! Yeah, oh, that's so hot, that's so..fuck! I'm cumming again!!" Up she went, back arched, and now she started bouncing up and down on the bed. I tried to keep my mouth on her pussy and my tongue on her clit, which was so swollen. I caught a quick glimpse that she was squeezing her tits and one hand was pinching a nipple. I have never seen a woman so turned on before. I thought she was going to explode, and the fact that I had caused this with my mouth was such a turn on.

I slowed down my purring on her clit, afraid I was going to kill her. She slowly settled back on the bed, but her lower back was still slightly arched. I kept my mouth on her clit, licking it slowly, not wanting to move away. The last few electric sparks rippled through her body as she spasmed. 

Slowly she calmed down. I reluctantly took my mouth off of her. My mouth and lips were covered in her juices, which I did my best to clean up with my greedy tongue.

I moved up to lie next to her. I wondered if she had enough left to do some fucking, as my cock was going into hyperdrive.

I looked at her, laying on the bed. Her eyes were still closed for a moment. She looked like an angel, she was so peaceful and beautiful. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me and smiled.

"That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced! Thank you!" She breathed fast, as if she was still getting over it.

"It's not over yet, honey, my friend is in need of attention." I motioned down at my pants.

"Oh, yeah...I almost forgot about you!" she said, and she shoved me on my back and practically tore my t-shirt off. Then she reached down and pulled my shoes and socks off, undid my belt buckle, unsnapped my pants, and started yanking them down.

"Wait! You forgot the zipper." I said. This beautiful, naked woman was practically raping me, she wanted my cock so badly!

She undid the zipper and pulled my jeans off. When she got to my boxer briefs she didn't waste any time. There was no foreplay, she pulled them off me and my hard cock slapped against my stomach. She leaned down, held my stiff cock up straight with one hand and began to lick it. 

"Ohhh.." She moaned.

"Ohhh.." I moaned.

She took my cock in her mouth, licking up and down with her tongue as she slid her mouth over it repeatedly. She paused, and then opened her throat and took all of my cock in her mouth. I almost fainted! I had never had a woman do that before, and this beautiful rich girl was the last person I would ever expect to do that! She held her mouth on my cock, then slid it off. 

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked.

"Lots of practice," she grinned, as she looked in my eyes and took me in her mouth again.

She kept her blue eyes locked on mine as she sucked my cock, up and down, up and down, eyes locked on mine. I was entranced. Then she closed her eyes and started to moan as she sucked my cock. I have always thought the ultimate turn on is a woman who moans with pleasure as she sucks a hard cock. You can tell she definitely loves doing it, and Denise was on fire.

"If you keep doing that I am going to cum," I warned.

"That's the idea," she said, removing my stiff rod from her mouth long enough to talk. Her mouth was so hot and wet, and her tongue was playing its own game as she slid up and down my pole.

I felt a familiar tightening in my balls. "Uhh..." was all I could get out. My entire body stiffened, and I began to spurt gobs of hot cum in her mouth. She began moaning louder as I was cumming in her mouth. She kept sliding up and down my cock, with some of my cum getting past her lips as she did this, running back down my shaft. As she moved her mouth up and down, her lips were picking up the cum on my cock, and now she had a load of gooey cum dripping off her lips. I started to shudder, as only my best orgasms can make me do. Now it was my turn to buck up and down, and she held my cock in one hand and did an expert job of keeping her mouth on it, draining all of the cum I could muster. 

As I slowly laid back down, she stroked my cock to get the last drops of cum. She took my cock out of her mouth, and looked at me as she stroked me. My body was still spasming, but it was getting under control. As a drop of cum would appear on the head of my engorged cock, she would lick it away.

I collapsed on the bed, literally drained.

She moved up next to me, smiling. "Good?" she jokingly asked.

I didn't need to answer. I just looked at her.

"If you don't mind, I want your hard cock to fuck me now." She was straight to the point.

My cock wasn't going soft, but to give it a breather, I decided to lick her pussy for a few minutes. She was wet again, and I let my tongue sneak down and lick her asshole a few times. She moaned when I did it, and I made a mental note that maybe the next time...

I opened her legs wide, and leaned up, moving my body forward and between the opening. She looked up at me.

"Fuck me."

I took my hard cock in my right hand, and guided it to her pussy. I slowly pushed forward, getting the head in. I paused, and waited for her to beg me to go on. When she did, I pushed in further, then all the way. I withdrew completely and did it again, this time not pulling out. After a couple of strokes my cock was lubricated with her juices, and it moved freely. She was so warm. I leaned over her, bracing myself on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my ass and I began to pump into her. She was moaning, or more grunting this time, and she put her hands on my ass, moving them back and forth with each thrust. Forward...back...forward...back. I was in heaven. I looked down and saw her firm tits shaking back and forth with each stroke. Her eyes were closed in enjoyment. Her grunting got louder, and we were both close to cumming.

I leaned ever closer to her and gently rubbed my lips against hers, over hers. I moved my head to the side and kissed her neck, ran my tongue up to her ear, licking it.

"I want you to cum for me," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, yes!" She breathed out.

I moved back to her lips, and this time as I brushed her mouth she opened her lips and hungrily attacked my tongue. That was enough. She moaned, "Yes!...Uhhh!...I'm cumming!" 

Just as she started to tighten up, I went off, blasting load after load of my hot cum deep inside her tight, hot, wet pussy. We bucked like wild broncos, trying to throw the other off, but we held on for dear life. 

The moment started to fade, and as we were breathing heavy, we fell into one another's arms, physically and emotionally spent.



A Night To Remember



They were having a really good night. The food had been great, the wine plentiful and the beat of the music had helped them to relax. They were sat in a shady corner of the club, joking and teasing with each other and starting to feel the effects of the wine. Sat with them was Bill, a guy who had joined them in conversation earlier. He seemed a nice enough person and was clearly enjoying their company. Gary waited till Fee excused herself to visit the ladies room and he leaned over and told Bill that he had noticed how he was looking at Fee’s shapely breasts. Bill started to apologise but Gary stopped him and whispered something that made Bill’s jaw drop in amazement and a big smile grow on his face instead.

Fee returned and sat back down between the two men, her short skirt riding up her smooth, tanned legs as she crossed them. Gary turned to Fee and kissed her lovingly as his hand slipped into her blouse and began to rub her braless nipple. As she kissed him back her nipple grew hard at his touch and he knew she was feeling horny.

Giving the signal to Bill he continued his caresses and Fee felt another hand slip into her blouse and begin gently stroking her other nipple. Her eyes opened wide and she looked questioningly at Gary who just gave her a big smile. She was moaning softly as the two men rubbed and pulled at her swollen nipples in the dimly lit alcove. Gary unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her smooth breasts and moved down to suck her aching nipple as Bill did the same to the other. 

Bill’s hand on her leg moved further up only to find that she had no underwear on at all and that her pussy was as soft and bare as the day she was born. His erection was straining at his pants as he began to probe with his fingers, sliding them gently along her pussy lips. He could feel the heat and wetness of her eager cunt as he found her clitty and started to slowly rub it. Oh my, she was wet! Gary watched as Bill began to finger fuck Fee, feeling his own dick throbbing. Fee was moaning out loud now, her legs spread as Bill’s fingers slid in and out of her hot, wet hole.

Gary could stand it no longer and unzipped his pants, took Fee’s hand and placed it on his swollen dick as he sucked on her nipples. Fee stroked his hard dick firmly and managed to manoeuvre herself into a lying position where she could take Gary’s dick into her mouth. Bill too had his dick in his own hand and was wanking himself slowly as he bent his head down to kiss Fee’s thighs, moving the kisses higher until he was breathing in her sexy, musky odour. He could smell her excitement and it made him even harder as he moved closer to her naked wet cunt.

Fee felt his hot mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking her, his tongue flicking across her stiff little clitty, darting between her lips and probing her wetness. She was moaning with pleasure as she sucked on Gary’s swollen, throbbing dick, feeling him twitching in her mouth as her pussy was being licked by another man’s tongue. She started to cum in great shuddering waves, pulsating and throbbing, moaning and squirting her juices all over Bill’s face. Gary, who loved to see her cum began to shoot his creamy load into her mouth, cumming and cumming. He pulled out of her mouth as he shot his last spurt and a stream of cum splashed across her cheek. GOD! She looked sexy! Cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth and across her face as Bill lapped up her cunt juices.

Gary suggested that they all go back to his place, about 5 minutes down the road. They gave Fee a few minutes to compose herself and clean up a little then they all went.

In Gary’s house they all headed to the bedroom where both men started to strip off Fee’s clothing, kissing and caressing her as they stripped too. Both men were hard again and Fee was feeling very horny and extremely lucky. She knelt down on all fours before Bill and took his dick in her hand, guiding it towards her mouth. She began to lick his hard dick, starting at the base and working her way to the very tip and back down leaving a wet trail along his throbbing length. Her tongue worked on his tight balls which she took into her hot mouth and began to gently suck as she wanked him. Working her way back to his twitching cock she placed her hands on his ass, holding him securely as she sucked greedily on him. Her fingers probed and found his tight asshole and she lost no time in slipping a finger in there. Bill’s dick was sliding in and out of her mouth as she fucked his ass with her finger. Gary had stroked his own dick back to a full erection and placed himself behind her pert ass, enjoying watching her sucking on Bill’s thick cock.

She moaned out loud as she felt Gary’s fingers enter her swollen cunt and start to pump in and out of her wet hole as she sucked on Bill’s dick. Gary could wait no longer and he teased her dripping cunt with his throbbing manhood and slowly entered her slippery pussy, gasping with pleasure at her tight hotness. He started to fuck her slowly and deeply, knowing she loved it that way as she shuddered and moaned in ecstasy, her cunt gripping him tightly. He slid in and out of her, his eyes closed as he felt her around his dick, fucking her hard and deep, making her whimper.

He could see Bill was close to cumming as his thrusts got harder and faster. Fee was sucking passionately as Bill let out a cry and started to shot hot cum into Fee’s eager mouth, at the same time Fee started to cum too, her pussy throbbing and pulsating around Gary’s solid dick as he pounded into her shuddering cunt. As he brought her to orgasm Bill was still spurting, directing his hot semen onto Fee’s upturned face. She moaned out loud as Gary’s orgasm ripped through his body and erupted, filling her already soaking pussy with spurt after spurt of hot, slippery cum.

What a night!



A Night To Remember



Chanel was one of the few black girls at school, and one of the only ones I knew. Growing up in predominately white neighborhoods, and going to all white private schools had shielded me from black people growing up. I had been with several girls in high school, but none of them compared to Chanel. She was about 5'5 and 135 lbs with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen. Her thighs were twice the size of my last girlfriend, and her ass was like something out of a magazine. When the weather got hot she would wear these skimpy little skirts that came about halfway down her chocolate thighs, with a halter top that showed off perfect stomach and eraser sized nipples. She had been the woman behind a month of wet dreams, but today was going to be the day I made my move.

Soon as class ended I walked up behind her trying to think of bullshit small talk, but what happened left me speechless. As usual Chanel was wearing a skimpy little tennis skirt showing off her Janet Jackson like body. As I closed in on her I had my eyes glued to her gorgeous legs when it happened. Sharon pulled a pack of gum out of her purse and as she attempted to close her purse she dropped the pack of gum. As she bent down to pick it up her skirt rose up her legs and revealed the skimpiest thong panties I have ever seen. Her ass was beautiful. It looked like two chocolate bon bons separated by piece of blue satin. My mouth dropped. I quickly turned around to see if anyone else saw what I was seeing, but nobody was watching. My nervousness of my first encounter with Chanel mixed with the picture in front me had given me a biggest hard on I ever had. She quickly picked up her gum and turned around to see if anyone was watching and spotted me. Instead of being upset when she saw me starring she looked like she was smiling. Still bent down, her head was about a foot away from my raging hard on. She looked my right in my eyes, and with an erotic smile on her face said, " enjoying the view Bobby. " Had she planned the whole scene? Had she been secretly watching me?

She slowly stood up with a models grace, slightly brushing her hand against my raging cock and whispered in my ear, " I been watching you Bobby. Meet at my apartment in twenty minutes, I've got a surprise for you." She pulled out a pen and took hold of my hand and wrote her dorm number, brought her hand back down to my cock, gave it a quick squeeze and said, " I'll be waiting Bobby," and walked away. I damn exploded in my pants. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that she could be watching me. I can't believe she just had my cock in her hands, and in twenty minutes I'll be in her apartment.

When I got to her dorm I was unsure if what just happened was real or in my imagination. I almost turned around a walked home three times. The girl of my wet dreams was waiting behind the door. When I knocked on the door it slowly opened. As I peeked inside the room I could see that it was lit with about twenty scented candles. I walked in and saw the most erotic scene I've ever seen. Chanel was laying on the bed totally naked. She looked like she was glowing. Words can not do the woman justice. As I walked to the bed she slowly stood and walked over to me. Without saying a word she walked over to me slid one hand under my shirt pinched my nipple and with the other hand grabbed my chin and pulled my face down to hers and gave me the softest, wettest most erotic kiss I've ever had. Her tongue expertly darted inside my mouth and met my tongue. She was in total control. It was like I was a virgin all over again. She pulled my shirt off and began sucking on my nipples and unbuttoning my jeans. She pulled me over to the bed, she sat down and continued to take my jeans off. She reached for my manhood through my boxers and slowly began to stroke my cock. All I could do was lean my head back, close my eyes and enjoy the sensations I was feeling. She slowly peeled off my boxers and my cock jumped out of its cage. Chanel slid her lips around my and slowly began the best blow job I have ever experienced. Her tongue would trace back and forth on the head of my cock and then all of a sudden her mouth would just dive up and down on my pole. It felt like she had a vacuum around my cock. The candles, the blowjob, Chanel, it was all too much two minutes into the blowjob I blew my load all over Chanels face. Instead of it making her mad I think it got her excited, because when I looked down at her face I saw the same erotic smile that I saw in the hallway.

I reached down and picked Chanel up and slid her back on the bed. I stepped out of my jeans and boxers and climbed on top of Chanel. I quickly gobbled up her perfect B cup tits in my mouth and began sucking. I nibbled on her eraser sized nibbles and heard her moan for the first time. As I sucked on her nipples my hand eased it way down her stomach to her sweet pussy. She felt like she was fire. As soon as touched her swollen lips she jumped. As I slid my finger inside her she leaned her head over to me and slid her tongue into my ear. I slid another finger in and she grabbed my revitalized cock. She was wetter than any girl I had ever been with. She bit down on my ear and pulled me on top of her, grabbed my rock hard cock and guided it to her opening, looked me in the eyes and whispered, " Fuck me." 

That was all I needed, the virginal feeling I once had soon disappeared, I was back in control and planned on giving this girl the fucking of her life. I spread her legs wide, grabbed hold of her precious tits, and began to plow into her. I started with slow deliberate strokes and worked my into a swift powerful banging of Chanel. Her hot box could take no more, her legs quickly wrapped around my waist forcing me deep inside of her and she let out a moan the whole floor had to hear. Chanel came hard and flooded my cock with her juices. She quickly jumped off my cock and begged me to come in her mouth. 

She grabbed my cock and sucked like never before. She would go from slow to fast, from licking my head to licking my balls, and just when I thought I would never cum she deep throated all ten inches of my cock and squeezed my balls. My cock exploded like it was the first time. Cum was spilling down the sides of her mouth and she just took her tongue out and with one swipe licked it all up. She collapsed on top of me said, "Damn, I been waiting all semester for this day."



A Night To Remember



This is my first erotic story, on any site. I appreciate feedback.

The first time I saw him, I honestly thought nothing of him. He didn’t really stand out, just another weird guy working in a Video store. That is until he walked up to me and asked me if he could help me. I looked up into his dark eyes underneath bushy eyebrows, and smooth lips with a long goatee. He was like nothing I had ever seen before: smooth, charismatic, and very gallant. I was eighteen and new to town, very naive. He bowed rented me free movies, kissed my hand and blew me away. 

I soon became obsessed with the Video store guy, Steve. Only coming in when Steve was working to rent movies that I had already watched because he recommended them to me. I felt it wasn’t going anywhere, so I slowed down and didn’t go to see him for a week. It was torture.

As soon as I walked in, Steve invited me to coffee because he was early to work and wouldn’t be required to work for at least an hour. I told him that it would make me late to a date but the guy could wait. He just smiled, a tad smugly and asked whom. I hid my grin; I felt it would give it all away. I told him then, on the way to coffee that I had been seeing a guy that worked down the street at the guitar store and that he took me to a guitar show. I told him that it was the most fun I have had in a long time because I got to meet Anthrax. They were incredible. I detailed the evening when we came back and went to his place to relax and have a drink. Steve got very interested at this point, knowing something was to come out of this conversation. 

We got to the coffee shop and ordered our drinks and I took up my story again.

Joe-the-guitar-guy sat as close to me as he could and handed me my drink. I had only had sex once before and did not realize the advances that he was making. Not until he just about dove down my throat. (Steve laughed at this) If there was one thing that Joe couldn’t do, it was kiss. I tried not to get turned off by this and turned my head away so that he could nibble my neck. His hand roamed up my leg taking the hem of my skirt with it. To his surprise I wasn’t wearing any panties. (Steve gave me an intrigued look at this comment, but I commenced with my story without letting him ask the obvious question that was traipsing on the tip of his tongue.)

Joe moved his fingers straight into me, with out any prelude. I squealed in pain and he pulled back hastily. I was so angry that he was nothing more than inexperienced. I had that for my first time and didn’t want it again. Joe took me home soon after.

Steve laughed and told me that it was no wonder that I went to coffee with him instead of seeing Joe again. I smiled as he took my hand in his. I didn’t anticipate the incredible charisma of this man and found myself plotting to sneak out tonight to have coffee with him again, knowing full well that I had a volunteer job first thing in the morning. 

He was late, about a half an hour, but I waited a little down the street from my house so my mother wouldn’t see me out. When he did pick me up we drove straight to the coffee shop. We got our drinks and sat outside. As we were talking the subject of my being new to the area came up and I told him, no I had never been up to The Cross at night, and sure I would love to see the view. 

We drove up to the cross and then to a secluded spot some distance away and he parked so we could see the lights leading to the water so far below. Steve unbuckled his seatbelt so I followed suit. After an awkward silence, he took off his glasses and kissed me. I melted then and there. He was amazing. When he kissed my neck I was surprised when he bit me. Oh! But the pain was only sweetened when he sucked cool air over the bitten skin. My whimpers and moans were the only sounds that I heard as he drove all thought out of my mind. 

I couldn’t control myself and I brought my hands up his shirt to feel his smooth back. Such touches brought his hands down to pull my shirt up and reveal a bare chest. My nipples grew hard in the cool night air and then warm as he licked and bit them. Pleasure ran down my body making my toes curl. I unbuckled his pants as he pulled my skirt up. To his delight there were to panties to deal with. He gave me a wicked grin as he tore his pants down and slipped on a condom. It was over so fast. In and out and in again and he blew his load. He apologized and I didn’t care. I was so warm. 

We went to a diner to grab something to eat. It was 3am. After I finished my dry English muffin and coffee, I waited for him to finish up in the bathroom. An extremely gorgeous man walked in and commented on my red Doc Martins. After he was seated he came up to me and asked me if I wanted to join him for breakfast. I was so tempted but Steve was on my mind tonight. I declined.

Steve picked up some more condoms and an energy drink. He had wings tonight. He drove me to the top of the parking structure and led me to the back of the car. We sat and watched the stars some. That’s when he pulled me to him. I was sitting on the back of the car and he was standing with his pants around his ankles. He ran his fingers up and down my lips feeling my juices flow. I was more than ready for him and he pulled out his hard cock and plowed me right there on the car. The pleasure was so intense that when he pulled me off the car and fucked me standing I never noticed the difference. It became too much and I kind of panicked. He calmed me down a bit and he took me into the back of the car and pulled my legs over his shoulders. There was so many feelings swirling around inside of me and the pleasure was just too much for my eighteen-year-old body. I blacked out. I came too with Steve over my wiping the perspiration from my brow. He still hadn’t come. I offered to let him teach me how to give head. The look of sheer joy on his face was all I needed. I took off the condom and let myself become the student. He tasted so salty sweet that I took to cock sucking like a baby to a sucker. Moments later he announced that he was about to come. When he did I found it warm and sticky all over my mouth and face. I giggled as he handed me a towel. 

It was 6:30am; there is no rest for the wicked...



A Night to Remember



The evening had been going very well. It was to celebrate Tracy & Adam's 6th wedding anniversary. They had invited all of their old friends; most had gone to school with them and had married others in the group.

As I watched from across the room, I noticed Adam bringing another drink for Tracy. This had to be at least number 6. I wondered why he was plying her with Rum & cokes. I knew Adam had an affair with another one of our old classmates wives and wondered if this was to get Tracy to pass out so he could play around a little.

Tracy had found out about Adam's wayward ways about 3 months ago and had put a quick stop to it by threatening to leave him if it ever happened again. Since then Adam had been towing the line and behaving himself. But, I had a feeling he was soon going to go back to old habits. 

A bunch of us were going to be staying at Tracy's & Adam's for the whole weekend since it was a two-hour drive back to the city. I was one of them. My name is Josh and I have known Tracy & Adam for about 15 years. I used to go out with Tracy before she and Adam got together. Even though we had split up we remained very good friends. Adam and I played on the same hockey team in college. We hung around together and double dated. Me with Tracy and Adam with whichever girl he had that week. 

Adam liked to get the girls drunk and then go and park. I don't know if that was because he thought that was the only way he could get off first base with them. But that was what he liked to do. He also liked to show us guys what he had. First he would get the girls feeling really good and slowly lift the back of their dresses up while dancing showing their panties (if they wore them). Pretending that nothing was wrong he would kiss the girls or hold them closer and wink if he saw one of us looking his way.

Now I have to admit I liked the view as well as the next guy. I remember getting into trouble with Tracy more than once when I would sneak a peak. But even knowing what Adam was like didn't stop Tracy from dating Adam after we broke up. Surprisingly I never saw Adam do the same to Tracy all the time they dated. Maybe she had warned him she knew what he would do and not to try it with her.

But now as I watch Adam, I wonder if he is back to his old games again. Adam and Tracy never had kids due to some illness Adam had when he was a kid. They didn't want to adopt so they stayed childless. Not having children had allowed them to save up most of their wages. Adam went back to school and graduated with a masters in Business. He now owned an investment firm and traveled all over Canada & the US. The money to start had come from Tracy's inheritance after her father died. This money is what had kept Adam in line, or at least discrete.

Around 1:30 am the party was winding down. Some left to stay in cabins they had rented around the lake. Other's like me stayed in one of the many rooms in Tracy & Adam's cottage. There were a few who decided to head back to the city and had stopped drinking alcohol to drink coffee or pop a few hours earlier.

I had turned in for the night, Tracy & Adam was going to stay up to talk to some old friends for a few hours. I had been sleeping for about an hour when I woke up. Someone had turned the stereo up. I got out of bed and pulled on my swimming trunks and opened the door. The cottage had the bedrooms upstairs and there was a wrap around balcony that over looked the living room. 

As I looked over the banister I noticed that three of our friends Tony, Chuck & Mike were still up with Tracy & Adam. It was clear that Tracy had had a few too many tonight. Adam was sitting next to Tracy on the loveseat with his arm around her and the guys sitting across from them on the sofa. 

Adam was rubbing his hand up and down her side while he talked. I could hardly hear what they were saying because the music was so loud. Adam said "why don't you tell us about what we were talking about at the councilors office". (they had been seeing a marriage councilor to sort out their problems).

"No" Tracy said, " That was private." Tracy was trying to sit up properly to take another drink but was having some problems. Adam helped her and changed the subject. "Let's have a dance honey," he said as he lifted her up off the loveseat. " I like this song". 

She put her arms around Adams neck and they danced slowly to an old Platter's tune. As they danced I could see Adam whisper in her ear. Her face went red and she tried to push him away. Adam wouldn't let her go. She finally settled down and just danced with him. Adam held her really close and talked to her as his hands started moving around on her ass and up her back and down again. Slowly her red dress was riding up her backside. Everyone could see the red thong panties she had on as well as the red garter and stockings. Either Tracy didn't care or didn't know what was happening.

Tony, Chuck and Mike looked at each other and smiled. Mike put his hand on his crotch and squeezed his cock through his pants as Adam looked over to them to make sure they saw what he was doing and winked and smiled. By the time the song ended her dress was back where it belonged and Adam sat Tracy back down on the loveseat and went to get refills for her drink. When he came back I noticed that only Tracy was still drinking. The guys had all changed to coffee.

Tony pulled out a couple of joints and lit them up. They passed it around a few times making sure Tracy had most of it. Again Adam started talking about their visits to the marriage councilor and how it had helped their marriage. Tracy agreed that it helped them talk about things they might never have mentioned before. 

Adam said one of his fantasies was to watch someone have sex with his wife. Tracy was upset that Adam would talk about their private lives in front of their friends and told him so. Adam said what's the problem, their old friends. They aren't going to go around and talk to everyone about it. Tracy didn't say anything just sat there with he r head down in embarrassment. 

Adam continued that he didn't know that he would like that until Tracy had mentioned that she had fantasized about having sex with more than one guy at a time. He admitted that he was surprised and a little pissed off when he first heard this. But after a while he started thinking about it and he too started to fantasize watching her get fucked by other men. Tracy said It's only a fantasy, it doesn't mean it's supposed to happen. 

Tracy then got up and started to clean up after the party. She almost made it to the kitchen when she almost tripped. Adam rushed up and caught her. He told her to leave it till tomorrow and started to help her back to the loveseat. As he held her he started to kiss her and tell her he loved her. He started to move his hands down her back as he kissed her deep and desperately.

It had been a long time since he had kissed her like that and she started to respond to kiss, momentarily forgetting that they weren't alone. His hand moved down to the hem of her dress and started to slide up under it. The guys watched from the sofa and from the bulges in the front of their pants they were obviously enjoying it. 

Tony was not trying to hide the way he felt as he slowly rubbed through his pants as he watched his friend's hand disappear under Tracy's dress. They watched as Adam slowly ran his hand up to his wife's ass and then he moved her so he could have access to her pussy while he still kissed her. 

Adam started to kiss Tracy down her neck to the top of her breasts. It was then that Tracy opened her eyes and saw the guys sitting there watching everything that was happening. Shocked as she realized they still weren't alone she tried to push Adam off of her. He grabbed her arms and held them to her side and continued what he was doing.

Tracy squirmed and tried to free her hands. Adam pulled her hands over the top of her head and told her if she didn't want everyone in the house to come see her like this she had better keep quiet and enjoy it. Holding her both of her hands in one of his he reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then using his leg to put between her's he pried her legs apart and started to kiss her stomach as he rubbed his clit with his other hand.

I knew from experience Tracy would soon forget her surroundings, as she got hotter from the fingers that obviously knew what to do. After a little while Adam didn't have to hold Tracy down anymore. He slid down to the floor and grabbing her legs pulled her closer so he could get his mouth around her pussy. 

He started to flick her clit with his tongue while his fingers fucked slowly in and out of her pussy. Then taking some of the pussy juice out of her cunt he started to rub her asshole. Then slowly started to put his finger into her ass and pull it out. She started to buck her ass off the loveseat and push her pussy into his face to get him to do it harder.

He took his face and hands away from her and turned to the guys. All three of them had their cocks out of their pants and were stroking them like there was no tomorrow. Adam signaled for them to come help him. In no time at all, all three of them were out of their clothes and had moved the coffee table out of the way.

Tracy didn't try to stop them as the three of them helped Adam put her on the floor. She was too far-gone. She needed a cock to fill her pussy and she didn't care where it came from. As she lay on the floor she saw three cocks standing at attention and pointing towards her. She reached out to grab the closest one and put it in her mouth. She sucked the cock and moved her hand up and down it while holding another in her other hand and jerking it off. Adam had moved away and taken his pants off. He was happily masturbating while he watched his wife of 6 years sucking off one of his best friends. 

Tracy was lying on the floor with her legs spread wide open as Tony was eating her pussy the other two guys sucked on her breasts and took turns fucking her face. Adam seeing an opportunity here ran to the closet and got his movie camera. He came back in the living room and started to film his hot drunk wife sucking cock and getting her pussy eaten.

Tracy opened her eyes and saw Adam with the camera and almost bites off Mike's cock trying to get Adam to put the camera away. Adam told her don't worry, the film is for us to play later. No one else will see it. Just enjoy yourself, this is what you always wanted. Tracy gave up when the guys wouldn't let her go and laid back and let them continue. After about another fifteen minutes Mike moved down to eat Tracy's pussy and Tony took his place up by her head. I was by now very hard while I watched the gang-bang going on in the living room. 

I must have made a noise when I moved because all of a sudden Adam looked up and saw me standing there with my cock in my hand. He grinned from ear to ear and motioned me to come down and join the party. He didn't have to ask me twice.

As I got into the living room I saw Chuck lie down on the floor and the other two help Tracy to put his cock in her now dripping pussy. She rode him like there was no tomorrow. As she went up and down on his rigid cock the rest of us stroked ours until we couldn't take it anymore. 

Chuck held her still for a while so he wouldn't come too soon. As he did this Tony had gone down and started to lick Tracy's ass. When he was sure there was enough lubrication he started to put his cock up to the brown hole and push. Chuck feeling what his friend was trying to do pulled Tracy to him and held her still. Tracy's eyes went big when she felt the intruder trying to gain entry to a place she hadn't used for a long time. With a pop Tony was in. Then Tony and Chuck coordinated their movements so when Tony went in Chuck would come out. In no time they were both forcing them selves into the tight holes while Tracy could only hold on for dear life. 

Mike went up to Tracy's head again and grabbed her hair to guide her mouth to his cock. Tracy felt really full with a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass and one in her mouth. Since Chuck was moving her up and down on his cock her hands were free to hold Mike's cock as he fucked in and out of her mouth. I had been standing on the sidelines watching and stroking my 7-½ inches, when Adam told me to go join in. I moved over to the other side of Tracy and pushed my cock to the side of her face. Her eyes were closed as she neared her orgasm. Feeling the other cock she turned her head to take it into her mouth as she moved her hands over Mikes cock.

Adam was moving all around to get every possible angle of his wife getting royally fucked. Feeling that Tracy was close to coming the guys doubled up on the speed of their fucking and were now fucking her as hard as they could. Tracy was moaning as I fucked her mouth. Mike still getting his cock pulled by Tracy as she sucked mine was also getting close. Suddenly he grabbed Tracy's head away from my cock and put his in Tracy's mouth and face fucked her and started to groan as what must have been a month's worth of seaman pushed into her mouth. He fucked her face for another minute or two and then pulled away to collapse on the floor. Tracy quickly turned back to me to get my cock back in her mouth. As I fucked her mouth the guys both let out a load groan and filled both Tracy's holes with hot come. As I started to come Tracy let out a bunch of muffled screams as she also came.

As Tony pulled out of Tracy's ass a stream of come ran down to her pussy. Slowly Chuck raised her off of his chest to set her on her side on the floor. She had collapsed after her orgasm and didn't have the strength to lift herself back up. 

Adam was too hard to wait till Tracy had rested. He grabbed her legs and pulled them open and dove in between them. As he fucked her he told her how hot it made him to feel all that come already in there. He kept saying how hot they all looked while he watched them fuck her. As he fucked her he had one hand holding her ass while his finger pushed up into her ass. As he came she also couldn't hold back and came again.

After everyone had rested and had a drink we all retired to Adam & Tracy's room for a dip in the hot tub before we started all over again. Needless to say we didn't get much sleep that night. Tracy forgave Adam and finally admitted she did like all the attention. The evening was to be repeated for many years to come. Tracy has realized that some fantasies are good to share with your friends. And Adam finds Tracy more co-operative with his dancing games than she used to be. Tracy has shown Adam she is more woman than he alone can handle. Good thing he has friends like us, right!



A Night To Remember



"Tell me why we are here again?" Sahara leans in towards me and asks while grazing my cheek with the lightest kiss.

"Because we really need to get out more baby. Ever since we got really serious, we have kind of isolated ourselves from everyone else and I just thought we needed a change. I thought it would be fun to come here and see some people we haven't seen in awhile, that's all." Sahara had this serious look on her face that was a dead give away that she had something on her mind that she wasn't telling me. The way her liquid blue eyes looked down at the table instead of at me always gave her thoughts away. They say a persons eyes are the windows to their soul, and in Sahara's case it was definitely true. 

"Look baby," I say as I reach for her hand and squeeze it, "if you aren't having a good time we can leave as soon as we finish our drinks and go someplace else if you want. Tonight is supposed to be about us and I want you too have a good time too."

"I am, it's not that."

"Then what is it? I know there's something you want to say but aren't." I was still stroking the back of her hand with my thumb, I love the feel of her skin beneath mine. Most of the time I don't even realize I'm doing, it just seems to be a natural way to show my affection and love for her.

"How do you do that?" She half giggled, pushing my hand away playfully. "How do you always know when I'm not telling you something?" Her expression softens and her face brightens momentarily as she questioned me.

"Easy honey... it must be love." I laugh. "Now, tell me what's on your mind."

A few rows of tables up from us was a stage where a band was just now heading up for it's set. It was one of those stages that are only 3 small steps up from the floor, but the live music was the reason I first came to this particular lesbian bar for the first time about 8 months ago. If there is one thing in this world I love as much as women, it's music. It was here where Sahara and I first became friends, then it gradually grew until we became lovers two months later and have been basically inseparable since. 'Joined at the hip' is what our friends like to call us, and for good reason I guess. I watch through the darkened room as the four woman band strut towards the stage when suddenly I realize that this wasn't just any band, this was 'Not 2 Sweet'. 

For the life of me I'll never know where they came up with the name for the band because all four girls were in fact very sweet individuals. Sahara and I first met Justice, Rita, Lynn and Annie just after we got together. We had been at the bar one night when they were playing one of their first gigs, and a mutual acquaintance introduced us all. We hadn't stayed in close contact with most of the girls, but were friends all the same. One of the girls, Justice, and I had become very close friends over the past six months. I hadn't realized that they were playing tonight though, and this was a pleasant surprise. Sahara and I raise our hands almost in unison sending frantic waves their direction hoping to catch their attention. Annie was the first to spot us. She smiles and mouths 'hey' as she waves, and soon the other girls follow her lead before turning back to their instruments and preparing for their set. 

I turned my attention back to Sahara. "It's great to see them again, isn't it? I had no idea they were going to be playing tonight."

"Yeah, great."

"Okay Sar, what is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's really wrong Drew." Her finger aimlessly pushes a small salted pretzel in a figure eight pattern on the table in front of her as she speaks. "It's just that...well, we haven't been out in a while and I just thought we might go someplace a bit more umm...exciting or something. Everything we do is so predictable."

"But we used to come here all the time and you loved it."

"I still do Drew. I love whatever I do with you, you know that. It's just that I wanted tonight to be special... I wanted a night to remember."

The second Sahara said she wanted 'a night to remember', it was like a light bulb lit up in my head. You know, like one of those scenes in a cartoon where the zany character has an idea and BAM!, this light appears over their head letting the audience know they had just come up with some brilliant plan. That's what it feel like. The corner of my mouth turns up in a half grin , I was pleased with the sudden scheme I just thought of. I push my chair back swiftly so I can get up from the table. Too much enthusiasm, I think to myself with a smile still on my lips as the chair topples over backwards and on to the floor causing everyone in the place to look up from their drinks and in our direction. 

With a swift turn I leave the chair on the floor where it had landed, and head towards the stage before I give myself a chance to think about what I'm about to do. I wasn't going to allow nervousness to set in. I was really going to do this. No backing down this time.

"Drew!" Sahara calls out as I work my way through the crowd of tables and towards the stage with great determination. "Come back here. What are you doing?" Her voice sounds panicked, like maybe she thinks I've gone crazy. Hell, maybe I have and everyone in the place has just become aware of that fact before I have. 

I never slow down my charge to the stage as Sahara looks on in bewilderment. Looking back over my shoulder at her, I flash her my sexiest grin and answer her question, "A night to remember." That's all I say, that was all that needed to be said. She would get what she asked for. I was filled with confidence. It could be the pure adrenaline of what I'm about to do, or it could be the tequila shots, but at this point I didn't really care. I feel alive. My heart has abducted my mind, and I'm just letting it happen... seizing the day, living in the moment.

Justice and the band, like everyone else in the crowd, notice me bounding towards the stage. I can see the questions in their expressions as I walk up the three steps and join them on stage. They look at each other, then at me, and then at each other again. Finally, Justice pulls me aside, wraps me up in a warm hug that tells me she's glad to see me, and asks the question I'm sure everyone is thinking. "Drew, have you been drinking...like A LOT?"

"I've had a few," I laugh and smile at her, "but that's not the reason I'm up here."

"Then why the hell are you up here?" Justice asks, playfully punching me in the shoulder. "You know, you could have just waited until after our set to say hi."

"I know," I say still smiling. "I didn't meant to interrupt but I was actually hoping you guys could help me out with something." I motion for the other girls to join us so I can speak with them as well. "Hey girls...you're probably wondering what I'm doing here, right?" 

A chorus of 'hi Drew's' and 'how are you's' quickly follows and then I get right to business. "Girls," I say seriously, "I need your help." I proceeded to tell them my plan as we gather tighter in our football style huddle. The girls are exchanging giggles as I speak, but thankfully they are ready to help me in anyway I need. 

"Sahara just said she wanted a night to remember, let's give her one." I sound like a coach trying to pump a team up before the big championship game. "Now, you're sure you know the song?"

"Yes Drew, we know the song. This will be great, don't worry." Lynn says and gives me a quick good luck hug. Hugs from Rita and Annie soon follow and within two minutes of getting this idea, I'm ready to do it.

"Ready girl?" Justice teases me. "Last chance to back out. You know it's not like you at all to do this. You usually blush when somebody gives you a simple compliment and now you're going to get up and sing in front of all these people? Are you sure?... I mean absolutely sure?"

"I'm sure. What can I say? Love makes a woman do crazy things."

"All right then. Let's do this girls. This one's for love." Justice says and the others all scamper back to their instruments and prepare for the song. She nods at me, grabs a microphone and heads towards center stage.

"Ladies, we have a very special treat for you tonight. This is my friend Drew... Justice puts her arm around me as she speaks to the crowd. "Now, Drew here needs our help with something. Shall we give it to her? What do you think ladies?" The crowd cheers and applauds, whistles fill the room. "I think that's a yes Drew. But..." Justice emphasis the word 'but', "before we can begin, we need the guest of honor up here at the front. Sahara...get your butt up here girl!" 

The crowd cheers again as Sahara sinks down into her seat. It was of no use to try and hide in a lesbian bar where everyone knows everyone, it was like an extended family of sorts. A couple women from near by tables each grab one of Sahara's wrists and practically lift her from her seat, pulling her towards the stage. Justice sees the women approaching and begins to speak again as they settled Sahara in a chair just in front of the stage.

"There's the woman of the hour." Justice looks at me, and then at Sahara. "Do you have any idea how much this woman must love you to get up here and do this?? I've known Drew a while now and the wildest thing I've ever seen her do before this is leave the house with wet hair." A clap of laughter rings out from the crowd and Sahara's cheeks flush with embarrassment at all the attention. The sad part is Justice was right, I'm not a risk taker by nature. If someone had told me I would be doing this tonight I would have bet them every last cent I had that they were crazy, and yet here I am. "You are one lucky girl Sahara." Justice pauses before speaking again. She looks as me, "Anything you want to say before we begin Drew?" She hands me the microphone now and goes to grab her guitar.

"Yeah..." I say in a soft voice, "it's me that's the lucky one." A chorus of 'awwws' fill the room and I add with a laugh, "but Sar... you can NEVER... EVER... say I'm predictable again. In fact, I think you should be up here, with me." 

Sahara doesn't move from the chair. "Come on baby...please!" I smile reassuringly at her and slowly she rises from her chair and moves to the side of the stage where she climbs the steps and stands before me. The whole time the crowd is cheering and clapping, encouraging her to go along with the plan. Sahara was by far the more adventurous of the two of us, but tonight our rolls have been reversed and I think I was going to like it. I grab her hand and kiss the back of it, just once, and then turn my back to her and the crowd. I suck a long, deep breath into my lungs and give the band the nod that means I'm ready. Ready as I'll ever be, I think.

The crowd goes dead silent as the first chord from Justices guitar sounds out. The song has a very bluesy/rock feel to it, the guitar very dominant and proud in it's sound. Justice strumms away on her opening solo that lasts about twenty seconds. My back is still to Sahara and the crowd. Here I stand clad in a tight red T-shirt and black leather pants, swaying my hips seductively, bobbing my head along in time with the soulful music. Then the moment comes, the moment I break in.

I move towards Sahara like a jungle cat, slow and sensual in my movements. I lock my eyes on hers and start to circle around her body, my finger running along her bare mid section. I let my finger tip just slip ever so slightly inside the top of her hip hugger jeans while I sing the first few lines of the song in a deep, throaty voice playing up the sexual tension for the crowd.

"She's got a nasty reputation...and a talent for sin... She's the kind of trouble...I'd like to be in..." 

The crowd screams and whistles as I practically devour Sahara with my eyes right in front of them. There is no secret to what I'm feeling, everyone knows it and I don't care. I start running the fingers from my free hand through her long black hair. I rub my body on hers as I dance against her and continue to sing, the passion inside me growing. 

"I wanna be your lover... I wanna be your slave... you're the kind of woman... makes me wanna misbehave... I'll give you want you want girl... let's make it understood... If you wanna be bad... yeah, you gotta be good..."

I lean in close to her like I'm going to kiss her, stroke her cheek and pull her face towards mine allowing our lips to almost touch and then I put my hand on her chest and push her back lightly. I love teasing her, and the crowd, like that. I feel a dampness growing between my legs, getting off on the sexual tension between us in front of all these people. I think I may have found my true calling. I feel like a natural up on the stage and the crowd is loving it.

"They'll be no lying... no foolin' around... they'll be no seven day weekends... no nights on the town... that's the way I want it... that's the way it's gotta be... If you're looking for trouble... you better get it from me... So get on your knees girl and do what you should... If you wanna be bad then you gotta be good..."

Another guitar solo for Justice. I drop to my knees, facing Sahara, and move my thigh against her leg. I work my body slowly all the way up hers, looking straight into her eyes with a devilish grin on my face that tells her tonight, I'm the one in charge. Sahara is wearing one of those T-shirts that show off a woman's mid section and when I reach her stomach I run my tongue along her belly button in one quick smooth motion leaving a trail of moisture behind. Sahara sucks a breath in at my touch and the crowd screams again. Sahara's breath quickens, she's sweating a bit. 

I'm standing again with her now, our lips just a fraction apart and our eyes lock on each other in passion. Any hint of embarrassment Sahara had was feeling has seemingly been replaced by what I hope is pure lust for me, that she is as caught up in the moments as I am. If she isn't, she soon will be. I'll do everything in my power to seduce her. The crowd again hollers it's approval, more screams and whistles fill the room as they anticipate a kiss which won't come. The tempo of the song switches slightly now and I must rip my gaze away from hers.

"Let's make a night to remember... January to December... Let's make love to excite us..."

I place two fingers on Sahara's lips, lightly brushing them and letting them trail down her throat, her neck, the hollow between her breast and then place my flat palm on her stomach. I move around behind her while holding her with one arm around her waist. Her hips begin to move to the music, I press tight against her, move with her and continue singing.

"... A memory to ignite us... Let's make honey baby soft and tender... Let's make sugar darlin... sweet sweet surrender... Let's make a night to remember... Let's make a night to remember...."

I slide around in front of Sahara now, my arm still holding her as close to me as I can get. She positions one leg between mine as we continue to dance and grind our bodies together, the song draws closer to it's end.

"Let's make love to excite us... Let's make a night to remember... Let's make a night to remember... All life long."

A short guitar solo and a few beats of the drum and the song's over. The crowd jumps to it's feet still screaming and whistling but the only thing on my mind is Sahara. The rest of the room melts away and all I know is that the woman I love is in my arms and nothing else in the world matters. Time freezes, the seconds between the song ending and getting lost in her eyes, seem like an eternity. My breath is rapid, and it's not from the song or the dancing, it's her. It's always her. I can sense the lightest layer of perspiration glistening on her skin, a partial gift from the hot spotlights that light up the stage, and from partly from our performance I'm sure.

We say nothing. Sahara grabs my face with a force like never before and pulls me to her for an impulsive kiss. I drop the microphone and hold her face as well. Her tongue traces my upper lip, I stick my tongue out to meet hers and twirl it around it for a split second before kissing her full on the lips. Our tongues continue to dance the way we had just been doing on stage. We kiss like this for I don't know how long, completely oblivious to the fact that others are watching until Justice taps me on the shoulder. She says nothing, just simply points to the audience staring at us and enjoying the show. They yell comments our way but most can't be deciphered because they all come at once. Sahara and I don't pull apart at first, just shift our gaze outwards. Our lips are still together from the kiss, through our smiles our teeth touch and we begin to laugh as we realize what we've just done and that all these people watched. 

"I can't believe I just did that!" I say while covering my face with my hands and laughing. I can only imagine how red my face is, my cheeks feel flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

"Me neither!" Sahara laughs and grabs my hand, interlocking her fingers in mine and squeezes tight. "Take a bow Drew...these people love you!" Sahara takes our locked hands and raises them over our heads. She bows to the audience, I played along with her and do the same.

"Thank you, thank you..." I reply while bowing. I figure I couldn't possibly get any more embarrassed so I go with the moment and decided to have some fun with it. I grab the microphone off the floor beside me and speak to the appreciative audience again. "Now for my next number, I'll be doing a song by...."

Sar rips the microphone out of my hand and doesn't let me finish. She apparently has something to say. "Next song my ass! Sorry folks, but the only encore Drew here will be doing tonight is in bed! " Clasped hand in hand, she practically drags me off stage as I trail behind her. We look like a mother who is dragging her scolded child through the super market. Unlike the scolded child though, I know I'm not in trouble. I was about to get some very nice rewards for the risk I had just taken. 

"Thanks girls!!" I yell back over my shoulder while waving at the band "I owe you one!" 

At first I wasn't sure if they were able to hear me over the crowd noise but Justice waves back frantically and yells... 'You owe us more then one for this D. Call me tomorrow....I want details!" I nod and smile at her so she knows I heard her. After working our way through the crowd we come to a sudden stop at the table we had been sitting at for most of the evening.

"I thought you were taking me home for an encore." I joke as Sahara rummages frantically through her purse, eventually throwing a twenty dollar bill down on the table for the last drinks we'd had. "You know Sar, the bill will probably only be about seven bucks... that's one hell of a tip. Do you wanna wait for change?" 

"Nope." Is all Sahara says and I have to laugh. She clutches my hand again and ushers me to the door. I wave back at the people watching us, bow a couple more times and blow a few kisses their way for fun. I have never seen Sahara this anxious to get anywhere for anything and it's a real turn on for me. She shoves the door open with the free hand that wasn't holding mine and we step into the black of night outside the club. 

No sooner has the heavy door of the club closed behind us, then Sahara has captured my face with both hands. We stand in silence in the middle of the doorway outside the bar just looking in each others eyes, searching for words to tell each other what we are feeling. I watch as her affection filled blue eyes lock on mine, our faces so close that I can feel the warmth of her breath on my lips as it contrasts with the cooler evening air that surrounds us. Slowly her eyes look down towards my lips as she strokes each one of my cheeks with her thumbs. Her tongue slips from her wanting mouth before my eyes, tracing her upper lip first, then her lower as she moistens them. 




A Night To Remember



Her eyes move back up to mine now and for a moment I wonder if this is real. Everything has happened so fast and unexpectedly that for a split second I question if this is just some fabulous dream. Will I awake any minute as my alarm goes off? Will I wake up in my bed alone and sweating? No, this is no dream. This is really happening. I think. I snap out of my own thoughts and back to reality as I feel my back hit the wall to the right of the bar entrance. Sahara removes her hands from my face as we came to a stop at the wall, interlockes them with mine and raises them all the way over our heads. Her body presses so firmly against me now that I can feel the swell of her breasts against mine, the motion of her breathing, and I even swear I can feel her heartbeat the second she leans in and kisses me. There is nothing soft and gentle about this kiss, this kiss comes from pure lust and I love it. 

We continue to kiss like that, our tongues sparring inside our mouths until we hear the soft giggles of a passing group of people who are entering the bar. I'm not sure how long we make out pressed up against the wall of the bar, a couple of minutes maybe, but it's enough for us to know that just kissing isn't going to satisfy our thirst for each other tonight. We gasp for a few breaths of fresh air and try to slow our breathing but it's of no use. We head through the parking lot towards my car, hand in hand. The night is getting cooler then either one of us had anticipated, neither one of us has brought a jacket or sweater. The night air combines with the perspiration glistening on our skins causeing goose bumps on both our arms. As we walk I look over at Sahara in that tight sexy shirt that displays her breasts so well and I can't help but notice the way her nipples poke out and stand proud against the fabric. Sexy as hell, and she's all mine. 

When we reach the car I have another brilliant idea come over me from out of the blue. "Here," I say and toss the car keys at her, "you drive." The keys hit her square in the chest and jingle when they strike her. She hadn't been expecting them and didn't catch them in mid air, but she does catch them in her open hands as they fall towards the ground.

"But you never let anyone drive your car." When she speaks she makee sure to accentuate the word 'never', and she's right. I never have let anyone drive my car before this very moment.

"Well, there's a first time for everything, so why not now?" 

"The better question would be, why now?" Why tonight?" She holds her hand out towards me gesturing for me to take the keys back from her open palm. "Here."

"Why now?" I repeat, "Cause I love you and I want this to be a night to remember." I reach for her hand and close her fist over the keys, pushing them back towards her so she knows I want her to keep them. "Now stop asking questions and drive." I laugh lightly for a moment.

Sahara smiles, her body language relaxes noticeably, and she slides the key in the drivers side door lock of my black 69' ford Mustang. I walk around the car to the passengers side. She holds the door open now, but instead of climbing behind the wheel she looks across the car at me with her 'are you sure about this' look. She doesn't have to actually say anything to me, I know what she's thinking, and what she needs to hear. "It's okay baby, I trust you." I say.

I reached my arm out across the top of the car and her hand meets mine in the middle of the roof in a quick embrace. Looking her in the eyes at this moment, I can't help but see the significance of our hands meeting in the middle of the roof. In my opinion compromise it what makes a relationship work. Always finding a middle meeting ground to any situation, just like our entwined hands in the middle of the roof right now. We were going to make it through anything that came our way, I was sure of it.

She lets go of my hand and slides behind the wheel of my mustang like she has done it a million times before. I bend down to watch her through the passenger side window. She has both hands on the steering wheel, holding it with all the love and care of a mother holding a newborn child. I know my baby was in good hands. She slides the key in the ignition, turns it, and the engine roars to life. She looks amazing behind the wheel, but she has forgotten one thing... I rap on the window three times and wave at her. 

Normally I'm a terrible lip reader, but I can make out what she said just as clear as if I had been right there in the car beside her. A simple 'Oh shit' escaped her lips as she lunged across the car to open my door and let me in out of the damp night air. "I'm sorry babe..." she apologizes, "kinda got caught up in the moment."

"It's okay," I reply with a wicked grin, "you can make it up to me when we get home." She just smiles back at me and starts to back the car out of the parking stall. The tires spin slightly, kicking up a small swirl of dust and gravel beneath the black monster I called my baby. She is clearly anxious to get us home as quickly as possible and who am I to object to that line of thinking. Sahara's apartment is only a few blocks away, so we would be there in just minutes but I won't waste any second that I can be touching her.

I reach across the empty space between us and place my hand on her right knee. The skirt she's wearing leaves the flesh beneath my palm exposed and despite the cold outside, I find it warm to my touch. The warmth of her skin against the cold of my hand causes her to jump slightly as I run my hand slowly up her thigh and under her skirt, stroking the inside of her thighs. The closer I get to her mound, the warmer her flesh gets beneath my fingers and the warmer I get between my legs. 

"Hey, hey..." she says looking down at my hand and then over at me, "Whatcha you doin down there?"

I let my eyes wander from her lap, up her body, and finally finding hers. There is this permanent, cocky grin that seemed to be stuck on my face that just wouldn't go away. "Just trying to get my hand warm..." I pause and add coyly, "I swear."

"What happened to the 'If you wanna be bad, you gotta be good' thing from the song you sang to me?... I don't think you're being good."

"I said, if YOU wanna be bad, YOU had to be good..." I just love teasing her like this. "I didn't say anything about me. I can be as bad as I wanna be." I let my hand venture further up her thigh until I find the silky smoothness of the thong that covers her delicious pussy. Immediately upon contact she jumps slightly, then pushes back against my hand.

Other cars that pass us and peer in must have wondered at the look on Sahara's face as I push my three middle fingers harder against her panties. I slide them up and down several times slowly. The patch of wetness that I found on her thong when my hand had first arrived was rapidly growing because of the movements of my fingers. I push my middle finger down harder now causing the silky fabric of her panties to slip up, and in between, the lips of her pussy. I work the fabric into her slit, catching her clit when I reached the top. She's beginning to squirm in the drivers seat now, letting out soft moans as we pull up to her apartment building and she shuts off the engine.

She arches her back and throws her head back against the seats headrest as I let my hand continue to manipulate her hard clit through the material. I could tell she wanted me to finish what I was doing right here in the car, but I had other plans. I slowly remove my hand from under her skirt and raised the 3 fingers to my nose, inhaling the scent of her sex deeply. I love the smell, was intoxicated by it really. They should make an air freshener that smells like this, I thought, someone would make millions for sure. There's no better smell in the world.

I open my car door and step out on to the hard pavement. Sahara hasn't yet moved from behind the driver's seat, she sit's there in an almost trance like state brought on by passion. It really is cruel of me to leave her hanging like this, but I will make it up to her in a matter of minutes. I walk across the car and open her door for her. She steps out, kisses me deeply for a moment, shuts the car door behind herself and snatches my hand...all in that order. She's practically hauling me into the lobby of her apartment building in the same fashion that she had hauled me out of the club not that long ago. 

The lobby of her old apartment building is deserted except for Chester, the night watchman. He must be about seventy and spenda almost all his time behind his little security desk. All he has for entertainment is a feed from the few security cameras in the building, and whatever the latest novel is that he brings to work with him. Right now he appeares to have nodded off at his post. He makes no movements at all to greet us like he normally does as we enter the building. He really is a sweet old guy, all the tenants love him.

"I can't wait to..." Sahara starts to say, pulling on my arm harder now to get me to the elevator.

"Sahara, shhh...." I say holding up my index finger to my lips. "Chester is sleeping." I lower my voice to a whisper now. "You don't wanna wake him do you?"

"To hell with Chester. I..."

"Remember what the deal is Sar. You have to be good, remember? So let poor Chester sleep okay."

She doesn't speak again. We step as softly as possible towards the elevators to the right of Chester's security desk. We push the elevator button and wait impatiently for our chariot to arrive. I say 'we' because Sahara and I reached out and hit the button at the same time. We always play this little game over who will get to hit the button first whenever I come to her building and visit her 5th floor apartment. Childish I know, but enjoyable all the same. We stand hand in hand in silence, staring up and watching the elevator descend towards us. I don't know what it is about elevators but your eyes are automatically drawn to watching that thing that shows you what floor it's on. Third floor... second floor.... the familiar 'ding' of the elevator bell let's us know that it has arrived and the doors will soon open for us. 

Just as the doors open, another evil thought crosses my mind and a devious smile spreads across my lips. My heart is saying no, but my body is singing a completely different tune. Sahara turns and looks at me as we step into the confines of the elevator. "What?" she asks me, questioning the sudden grin on my face.

I dodn't respond with words, but with action. Once inside the elevator I push the 'close door' button immediately. Usually this is where I would push the button for the fifth floor but tonight I push the button for the fifteenth floor. I mash Sahara against the wall of the elevator, kissing her deeply, just like she had done to me at the club. She breaks the kiss almost immediately and begins to reach for the button for the fifth floor. "You pushed the wrong button Drew." 

"Oh no I didn't..." I reply while grabbing her wrist before she can reach the button. "I feel like taking you for a bit of a ride first. Do you mind?" I hold her wrist to the wall and press my body against hers so she can't move. My other hand slides up her thigh and under her skirt like it had in the car. Her panties are soaking wet now. I let my hand linger there, gently massaging her mound beneath the cloth. I push the crotch of her panties to the side and slide two fingers inside the slippery warmth of her pussy. I flick her clit just once with my finger, she responds by tossing her head back and letting out a throaty moan. 

I sneak a quick glance up to see what floor we're on. We're traveling between the fourth and fifth floors now. I turn my attention back to the beauty before me. I rub my finger across her clit again and suddenly she snaps her head forward and speaks in haste and in short gasps. "Shit!... Chester... camera..." is all she can manage to blurt out as she points to the security cam in the upper corner of the elevator.

I pay her warning no attention and continue circling her clit with my finger. I lean in and suck her earlobe, my tongue runs down her neck and finally comes back up to her lips. I run my tongue across her upper lip and then the lower before kissing her, my hand continues to bring her pleasure down below. Just as our kiss heightens in passion the elevator come to an unanticipated stop, the doors open, and we hear giggling that makes us turn in that direction. 

Here before us stand two beautiful teenage girls waiting to get on the elevator. They had caught us in our very private moment, the shorter blonde girl seems to be more embarrassed by it then we were. The pale skin of her cheeks flush red as she looks at her friend and then back at us. I know just from looking at this girl for that brief moment that she has caught us doing something she has often dreamed of but never acted on. I remember the feeling very well.

I look up to see what floor we are on. We are on the seventh floor and rather then wait I grab Sahara's hand and lead her out of the elevator. I speak to the girls as we approach them. "There you go girls...it's all yours now." The blonde girl smiles shyly at me and I smile back. As I pass her I reach out and touch her shoulder, wink at her and say... "Go for it...but don't do anything I wouldn't do." Her cheeks grow redder now.

As Sahara and I practically run for the stairs I hear the other girl say to the blonde, "Oh my god can you believe that? What do you think she meant by 'go for it'? Do you think they thought you and I were... or would do that?" The blonde girl still hasn't replied yet as we reach the door to the stair way and start to take the steps down to Sahara's apartment two at a time. 

"Look out horny woman coming through..." Sahara laughs, pushing me aside gently, "and you know how we can get." She picks up her pace and is several steps in front of me now. "Come on slowpoke. Can't have me if you can't catch me!" 

"Oh don't worry about me..." I start to run after her, she runs faster. "I'll have you right where I want you soon enough!" I gain on her as we bust through the door to the fifth floor. Nothing like the thrill of a good hunt to get the blood flowing! I think as I chase her down.

We reach Sahara's apartment door, she fumbles first for her keys and then trying to get the key in the lock. She's trying to go too fast, and her hands are shaking slightly. I put my hand on top of hers to steady it as she finally slides the key in the lock and turns it. "Thanks" she smiles.

"Anytime." I reply, turning the knob and pushing the door open. We stumble inside and she turns on the light switch beside the door. It's only a small light above the door but it gives the room a nice warm glow. I take off my shoes, shut and lock the door behind us and watch Sahara as she slips out of her boots too.

As soon as her boots are off she puls her shirt up and over her head. She wastes no time in following with the complete removal of her skirt, bra and soaked panties in that order. This isn't a slow, seductive strip tease for my benefit. She knows I'm watching her undress but she doesn't tease me, just gets right to the point. Here before me standd the woman I love wearing absolutely nothing, her hair flows over her shoulders and her hard pink nipples stand proud for me to see. I devour her with my eyes, eat her up with my stare.

She smiles at me wickedly. "Your turn." 

"Hey, my game - my rules, remember?" She watches me now and she nods. I reach under the back of my shirt and undo the clasp of my bra. I slide first my left and then my right arm out of the straps and pull my bra out of the sleeve of my shirt. I give it a little twirl above my head, and toss it aside. Moving towards her now I slide my shirt up and over my outstretched arms, my already naked tits now bounce before her. I move more towards her now and place my hands on her naked hips. Our breasts touch as I fumble with the button on my pants and I walk her backwards towards the closest thing to us - the kitchen. "I think I need some help with these buttons." I say.

She stops me from walking forward. Her hands cup my breasts, slide down my stomach, and undo the top button of my leather pants. I feel the zipper slide down in one quick motion. Her fingers hook through the belt loops on each hip and not so gently tug and work my pants down towards the floor. Her lips place tiny licks and butterfly kisses down my thigh as she slides my pants down my legs. I step out of them leaving me standing in only my lacy red panties. I place my hand under her chin and raise her up to my lips and again we kiss. I start to move her back towards the kitchen again, flicking on the light switch when we get there.

I ease her back on to the table in a sitting position. Bending down in front of her I put my hands on her knees and slowly push her legs open exposing her sweet pussy to my hungry eyes. I start kissing the inside of her knee, placing small licks and kisses further up her thigh. Sahara's hands find her own tits. She licks her finger, circles her Aureola with them and then tugs at her nipples while she watches me approach her waiting mound. Her eyes are fixated on me and my movements. I can feel her her wanting...her need for release as my mouth continues it's tender journey up her thigh.

My tongue rests just inches from her pubic hair now and I can't resist the urge to sink my teeth in to her muscled upper thigh. Biting down lightly as if feasting on her body in an effort to feed my own hunger and desire. The tip of my tongue just barely run over the hair surrounding her pussy, the initial taste of her pussy juices on my tongue brings my taste buds to life and I dive in for more of her delicious nectar. With a flat tongue I run it up and down the length of her slit, over and over again, like a child lapping at ice cream cone on a hot summer day. My tongue circles her clit now and she squirms on the table above me, placing her hands at her side now for balance and throwing her head back in ecstasy. I attack her clit. Sucking, licking, biting in various speeds until she cries out and begins to tense with the orgasm building inside her. I feel her hand on the back of my head now, her fingers entagled in my hair, holding me to her. She squeezes my head between her thighs, she screams and cums on my face. I reach my hands around to her ass, cupping her cheeks and holding her to me as her orgasm takes over her body and her muscles spasm. I clean her with my tongue, savoring every last drop of her love. She holds me there between her thighs until she stops shaking and her breathing begins to slow.

A couple minutes pass as I'm waiting for her to regain her strength. I can't stop touching her though. I want to make her cum again and again, but limit myself to rolling my tongue up and down the inside of her thighs, biting and kneading them with my mouth as she rests above me and slowly loosens her grip on my head by opening her thighs. I slowly begin to stand, Sahara still sits on the table, like this we are almost the same height. She wraps her legs around my waist and hooks them at the ankles behind me, this pulls her towards me and I can feel the warmth of her inner thighs on the exposed flesh of my stomach. With her hands she reaches for my face. Her fingers brush my cheek, she stares into my eyes longingly. Staring back I see more then a pair of sparkling blue eyes. In her eyes I see me... everything I am and everything I could ever be. She's a part of me now, a part of my heart and my soul. If only she knew. "Kiss me," Sahara whispers.

She slips her arms behind me, around me neck and we kiss... soft, sweet, sensual kisses. With her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist it feels like she is a part of me. I wrap my own arms around her waist and back slowly and carefully away from the table for a few steps. She clings to me and we continue to kiss before she unwraps her legs and lets them slide down my body till we were again standing face to face.




A Night To Remember



Unhooking her arms from around my neck she moves her kisses to my throat and over the side of my neck. She switches between licks and slow sucking kisses and my body fills with goose bumps. I can cum just from someone doing this long enough. My neck is an extremely sensual spot for me, and I enjoy someone spending an ample amount of time there. I'm ticklish there so any touch at all sendes little shock waves of pleasure through my body, but what she's doing to me now is so much more. Pure heaven. Even my nipples aren't this sensitive. I often wonder if it's just me who gains so much pleasure this way or if other women are the same way.

Suddenly she stops, hooks one finger in the waistband of my underwear and moves me towards the large sofa she has in the living room. She is walking in front of me, leading me around by the underwear like a dog on a leash. She keeps peeking back over her shoulder at me with this indescribable grin on her face. Every move she makes seems to be slow motion, sexy and deliberate. Her naked hips sway as she walks. Her smooth perfectly shaped ass gives me an urge to bite into each cheek like they are a ripe peach. Just as we reach the sofa and I was about to bend down to do so she abruptly turns to face me and speaks.

"So, have I been a good girl so far?"

I just smile and pull her hard towards me, surprising her, she lets out a short and harsh laugh. Her body presses against mine fully, our breasts smash together. "Very good." I say.

"So I get to be bad now, right?" She barely has the words out of her mouth before she quickly slides her hand inside my panties. One finger slips into my wet pussy and rubs my clit hard in a tiny circle. I let out a gasp, she has caught me off guard. "Anything I want? Anything goes?" I lean towards her trying to kiss her. She lets my lips almost touch hers and then pulls away, she continues to rub my clit forcefully. I don't answer, I just mumble an inaudible 'mmm hmm.' I'm hers now and she coan do whatever she wants. I just want to be here with her like this. "Complete submission...I like that." That grin graces her face again, and again without warning she acts. She yanks my panties to the floor in one swift motion and tells me to step out of them and get on the couch.

I sit down and she sits beside me. Sahara kisses me for a short moment and then strokes my nipples with her thumbs. She squeezes my breasts, kneading them, pulling and twisting the nipples till they stand taller for her then I think they ever have before. She wraps her lips around them and sucks, circles them with her tongue and again as quickly as she had started, she stops and begins giving me directions.

"Here," she says grabbing a cushion from the end of the couch and placing it on the arm rest beside me, "turn side ways and get comfortable... but don't lay all the way down." I wasn't sure what she was up to but I gave her a playful 'are you crazy?' kind of look and did as she asked. I lean with my back against the cushion and the arm rest, put my legs up on the couch and stretch them out full. I cross my legs at the ankles and cross my arms across my chest just like this was any other time I had stretched out on her sofa. She laughs at my silliness and I'm rewarded with a quick peck on the lips. "That's good hun, I'm glad you're comfortable but..." she pauses, "not exactly what I had in mind." 

She reaches down and uncrosses my ankles, lifts one leg and slides it towards the edge of the couch until it slips off and falls to the floor. She crawls up on the couch to the space where my leg had just vacated and uncrosses my arms too. My full breasts are once again revealed to her loving eyes and I'm completely at her mercy once again. "Okay, take me if you must!" I joke. I love to make her laugh almost as much as I love giving her the pleasure she had just enjoyed on the kitchen table. I was usually as successful at one as I was the other.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I nod and smile. She reaches down to once again insert a finger in my sopping wet pussy and runs it the length of my slit before removing it and bring it to her lips to taste me. "Oh yeah, you're ready." 

She's on her knees between my legs but slides one leg over my leg which was hanging off the couch. She straddles my leg, her pussy rests on my upper thigh just a few inches from my own. I know where she was heading now and I definitely approved. She starts to rub her pussy up and down my thigh with slow, sexy movements of her hips. Her wetness touches my skin, her pussy lips spread allowing my thigh to slip inside and put pressure on her clit. She pushes herself down harder on me now, rocking herself back and forth as she rides my leg. She's facing me, her eyes half closed, breasts slightly swaying with her movements. She looks sexy as hell.

She continues to massage her wet pussy on my thigh. She reaches down, grabbing my ankle and raiseing my one leg so it comes to rest on the back of the couch. My pussy is completely wide open and exposed to her now, she maneuveres her pussy up my thigh, and a top my own. She grinds her mound against mine. I push back and move my hips in time with hers. Her hips thrust back and forth, her hands find my breasts. She runs her thumb in circles around the nipples, pinches them and then pulls them providing just a hint of pain, but a whole lot of pleasure.

Our bodies overtake us, layered with sweat and breathing heavily we rub our centers together for what seems like an eternity. Our clits touching, our juices seeping onto each other, our orgasm slowly welling up inside us like a volcano ready to explode. In this moment together two separate individuals failed to exist... two bodies, two hearts become one as Sahara leans down and pulls me up to her holding me close and kissing me as we cum together. The room is filled with the sounds of our love making, the pleasure we take in pleasing each other evident by our sighs and moans. Holding each other as tight as possible we climax, our bodies shake and spasm and we kiss sensually until we can move again. Just lost in the moment, the world around us doesn't exist. We're alone in the universe and it's just the two of us. 

"Thank you." Sahara leans in close and whispers in my ear.

"For what?" I ask.

"For making me so happy." She pauses, smiles, and then speaks again. "Nobody does it better than you. This is definitely a night I will remember."



A Night to Remember



Song: Let’s Make A Night To Remember
Artist: Bryan Adams

"I love the way ya look tonight 
With your hair hangin' down on your shoulders 
N' I love the way ya dance your slow sweet tango 
The way ya wanna do everything but talk 
And how ya stare at me with those undress me eyes 
Your breath on my body makes me warm inside 
Let's make out - lets do something amazing 
Let's do something that's all the way 
Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body 
Now I never want to let your body go... 
Let's make a night - to remember 
From January - to December 
Let's make love - to excite us 
A memory - to ignite us 
Let's make honey baby - soft and tender 
Let's make sugar darlin' - sweet surrender 
Let's make a night - to remember - all life long"

* * * * *

Desiree slowly swayed to the music softly playing from her radio player. Slowly her body moved to the sounds of the music as the fire, providing the only light, played with her body casting loving shadows and light upon her slender form clad in her white silk night gown. Out in the dark night a gentle storm rolled across the sky above the small cabin, as she continued to dance, her hands moving to her sable hair as her eyes closed as she began to sing along with the lyrics of the song. Little did she know that she was being watched with much interest.

Mark had just stepped out of the bedroom fresh from his shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist to cover himself. A low rumble rose in his throat as he watched Desiree's hips sway softly as the silk of her gown gave the allusion of her floating in her movements. Her back was to him giving him full reign to admire her lush derrière. He could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties.

Slowly she turned around and opened her eyes to see Mark drinking in her body with his green eyes that glittered with lust and passion. She continued dancing as her eyes washed over his body. He was magnificent with clothing on, but standing in the doorway of their bedroom with droplets of water slowly trickling down his chest , there were not words to describe him. She looked down at his towel and knew that she had his fill attention. Slowly she smiled and held open her arms to him.

"Dance with me," she softly said as her body kept moving. Mark said nothing only slowly strode to her dancing form, his hands grasping her hips and hauling her close to him so she could feel his hardness press into her as he began to move with her. She moaned softly and began kissing the droplets of water that ran down his chest and over his nipples as she braced his forearms. Mark groaned softly, her kisses sending flames licking across his skin and her soft breath fanned the flames even further. He too closed his eyes and began to grind himself into her as he breathed in the smell of her special perfume, which always made his loins tighten painfully.

She responded readily by moving her hands to his hips and pulling him closer grinding with him as her pulse began to quicken and a moistness began to gather in her own sex. Her lips continued moving across his chest nibbling on his nipples as he brought his own lips to her shoulders. Their breathing had long passed quickened and their desires grew with each sway of their bodies. 

Carefully, Mark lifted Desiree and wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered the straps of her night gown to reveal her full breast. He continued to move to the music grinding himself up against her as he suckled her breast in the most tender and loving way. Desiree cried out and cradled his head to her breast as he loving caressed her back with his hands. Her body was on fire as her nails began to rake at his back as he caught one dusty pink nipple between his teeth biting and rolling it between them.

Her moans and his heartfelt growls mingled and danced with one another just as their bodies did. Soon it became too much and Mark walked to the bearskin rung in front of the fireplace and gently lowered Desiree to the lush and warmed rug. He then removed her night gown fully exposing her wonton body. Unable to control her hands, Desiree reached up to her kneeling lover and with one fluid movement removed his towel and tossed it to the other side of the room.

Mark lowered himself to her open arms and their lips met in a passionate kiss that rocked the very foundations of their souls. They tasted and fed of each other's lips as if it were their very last kiss. Almost as if they depended on each other for the very next breath. They rejoiced at the hot feeling of each other's bodies next to one another and the sparks and flames they created.

Desiree moved her hips against Mark restlessly, but he had other things in mind as his kisses moved from her lips to her breast. Desiree arched her body hungrily against his mouth as he, ever so agonizingly slow, kissed and licked a trail of fire and ice down her body. Desiree gasped as his large and powerful hands parted her legs exposing her shaved secret promise. She always kept herself shaved for she knew how much it turned him on and every time he saw her bald and exposed, it was as if he was looking at her for the first time.

With an animalistic growl, Mark buried his face in the sweet wetness of her, driving his tongue deep inside of her. Desiree screamed out his name and arched her entire body against him as if it was a sacred offering. Mark gladly accepted dipping his tongue in and out of her and then moving to suck on her love bud as he worked two fingers in and out of her soaking up her juices and filling the air around him with her saccharine scent. Her moans enticed moans of his own as his mouth moved back to her hole. He nibbled, licked, and sucked until her moans grew into desperate cries and her desperate cries grew into shrieks and her sheiks into full blown screams as her juices flowed freely into his mouth and on his goatee.

"Mmmm, you taste so good darlin'," he commented as he licked his lips and fingers. She said nothing. She couldn't speak, only keep her eyes locked with his as he ascended her body to reach her lips.

Again she raised her hips to him so that he may enter her but he ignored her, kissing her breast. Desiree smiled catching on to the little game he was playing. Reaching down between them she grasped his cock in a vice grip, causing him to cry out. She began to pump her with his hand alternating between quick rapid strokes to slow sensual teasing strokes.

Mark laid over her balanced on his elbows as she tortured him with no ends. Her movements held him in paralysis, his mind lost and his body on fire as she tortured him to no ends. Every time he felt himself approaching release from the quick motions of her hand she would slow down and smile evilly up at him.

With loud grown he grasped her hand, ripping it away from his throbbing and dripping cock, and placed it along with it's twin above her head. In one swift motion he drove into her with enough force to produce a soundless cream from her lips. 

"You like toyin' with me don't you Des?" he said as he began to move inside of her slowly surprising himself at his own self control..

"Mark," she gasped as he slowly and tenderly moved in and out of her body. He wanted to take his time loving and teasing her just the way she enjoyed doing him. Mark bit the inside of his lip fight back the animalistic urge to surge inside of her and take her with wild abandonment

He had every intention of loving her slowly, until she began to move restlessly against him, bucking her hips and that was all it took to break his self control. Howling he began to snap into her moving her a bit across the carpet as he surged into her. She was so unbelievably hot and wet as he powerfully thrust himself into her over and over again. The sounds of his testicles slapping loudly against her filled the air along with the smell of sex.

"Oh god Mark!" she screamed her nails clawing against his hands.

"Ohh yea…so good!" Mark howled as he released her hands and drew her body closer to him. 

Des wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and he recklessly pounded her. Tears began to form in Des' eyes as his thrusts became so very bittersweet. He was so large and she was so small and tight and the friction was unbearable.

Suddenly, a force unknown surged into Mark's aggressive body and he moved quicker his growls growing louder to match the scream's of Des. Their bodies began to tense to painful degrees as they felt their Shangri-La approaching.

Mark drove on and on his hips snapping powerfully. His fingers began to bite painfully into Des' hips and he felt her nails dig into his back drawing blood.

"So close, so close!" Mark gritted though his teeth as he continued to reach for the stars for the both of them.

Without a forewarning their bodies exploded in a beautiful array of passion, lust, love and desire as their fluids met and spilled over onto the rug. Their cries left their throats and matched the fury of the thunder that was crashing around the cabin. Mark clinched her body to his as the both jerked and trembled from the intensity.

When they finally calmed Mark allowed her to relax against the softness of the rug as he stayed inside her, his manhood still a powerfully erect rod. Slowly they kissed as Mark gently rocked in and out of her.

" You are something else, you know that darlin?" Mark said still fighting for his breath.

Des giggled. "What did I do?" she said innocently.

"Don't even think about playing innocent with me darlin," Mark said biting her lip. "The way you were dancing was anything but innocent."

"But you liked it," she commented biting him back on his lip.

"You damn right I did," he said replied. " And I'm not done yet. I'm not letting your body go anytime soon darlin. This will be a night to remember." 

"Let's make a night - to remember 
From January - to December 
Let's make love - to excite us 
A memory - to ignite us 
Let's make honey baby - soft and tender 
Let's make sugar darlin' - sweet surrender 
Let's make a night - to remember - all life long" 



A Night To Remember



It was the end of season, the summer was nearly over but it was still warm for the time of the year. The company had had a good year and was holding a celebration dance at the hotel. It was getting late and the people were beginning to leave. It had been an enjoyable evening.

You looked wonderful in the black dress you were wearing, your hair was cut short, allowing me to look upon a beautiful face, your graceful arms were bare and the laughter that you had was most enchanting. As it was a company evening I was in an Armani dark suit, white shirt and silk tie. 

I asked if you wanted to leave and you suggested a midnight stroll along the seashore. So we left the hotel and took the short walk to the beach. The sand was soft under foot, making it difficult for you to walk in your shoes. I offered the support of my shoulders, as you leant down to take your shoes off. Passing your shoes to me, you said.

"I'll won't be needing these as well" 

And with that you lifted your dress, to display a slender pair of legs, clad in stockings. You proceed to roll them slowly down your legs. I removed my shoes and socks, and rolled up my trousers to my knees. The stockings I placed in my pocket.

"Ok I'm ready lets go" you said with a smile on your face.

I handed you back your shoes for you to carry as I had mine in my hand. I placed my arms around your waist, and we set off towards the water edge. I caught the scent of your perfume from your neck on the gentle breeze.

"You smell divine tonight" 

"Thank you" you replied

I leaned towards you and place a soft kiss on your neck.

"mmmm" was your response

With the water lapping at our feet we walked along the seashore, further away from the hotel. The Moon was full and casting shadows on the beach. There only the two of us, no one else was about.

I suddenly reached down to pick you up and made to throw you in to the water.

"Oh no you don't!" you screamed and raised your arms to hit me on my chest. I ducked and you missed me, your shoes went flying out in to the sea.

"Oh No!"

"Fear not fair maiden" I said as I put you back down on your feet. Having noticed where they had landed in the water, I waded out to retrieve them. As I bent down to pick them up, a wave crashes over my back. soaking my suit.

I heard you laughing from the water edge. You were trying to hide it behind your hand. It was such a delightful laugh. I started to laugh with you. I made my way back to you, drenched, and handed back to you. your shoes.

"What do we do now, build a camp fire, to dry off?" I asked.

"Yes, a good idea, there's some driftwood over there" with that you pointed towards the dunes. 

Collecting the dry wood, we walked towards the dunes. Pretty soon we had a campfire going, and were sitting side by side.

"This is really cosy" you whispered

"This is cosy, but I'm soaked," I said sitting next to you, beside the fire.

"Is that steam coming off you?" you asked

"Yes, afraid so" I replied, as I peeled off my jacket and laying it by the fire.

"You had better get them dried off" 

I undid my tie; my shirt and they followed the jacket.

"Would you mind turning round, while I remove my trousers?"

"Not at all" you said as you turned your back to me.

I quickly unzipped them, and pulled them off, as I did, I catch you having a quick look at me. I kept my shorts on for modesty.

"I hope you're keeping warm?" you asked.

"Yes I am, and you can turn round now"

"The fire is beautiful," you said, as you turned back towards me

"And so are you" I replied, as I looked in to your eyes.

I reached for your hand, you took it and I pulled you closer to me. As I wrapped my arms around you, I kissed you gently on your lips. 

I started to stroke your back with my fingertips "mmmm, that's feels nice" you said, as we pull away

I felt for the zip at the back of your dress, and slowly pulled it down; you reached up to your shoulders, and peeled off your dress, letting it drop to your waist. I watched you, as it slid down yours arms. Your petite breasts enclosed in a black lacy bra, glistened in the firelight. The soft breeze caused your nipples to become erect.

"Do you like what you see?" you asked

"Yes I do" I replied.

"You are very beautiful"

"Would you like to see some more?" You asked shyly.

"Only if you want me to" 

You stood up and let your dress drop to the sand. To me, you became the vision of Venus, standing there, with the moon behind you, and the glow of the fire, enhancing your beauty. I looked up at you; your tanned body glistened with the heat from the fire. Sweat formed between your breasts. A droplet ran down your stomach, stopping when it reached the edging of your thong.

You sat back down beside me, and reached for my hands. I allowed you to take them; you then placed them on your breasts and leant forward, this time you placed a kiss on my lips. We laid down on the sand together, side by side, looking in to each other's eyes. I let go of your breasts, and started to softly stroke your sides, as you turned towards me. Spoken words now had no meaning, nor was there any need for them. Your body quivered as I touched you. Wrapping our arms around each other, we moved closer. 

I released the catch on your bra, allowing your breasts to fall free. Sliding the lace covering over your arms. I kissed your sweet lips again. Following the bra with my mouth, I planted kisses along your neck and shoulders. You reached for my chest and placed your hands upon it. 

I wondered if you were going to push me away, but soon realised that my fears of rejections were unfounded, as you started to brush your hands against my nipples. I lowered my head towards your breasts, and gently suckled upon them, drawing your nipple between my lips. One of my hands continued to dance softly on your back, as the other cupped your breast, gently squeezing it. Your nipple grew erect between my fingers; the other enjoyed the sensation of my tongue flicking upon it.

You uttered soft moans of delight, as I continued to feast upon your nipple. Your hand slid lower over my stomach, only stopping when you reached my shorts. You placed you arms around to my back and pulled me even closer to you, so close, that you could feel my growing manhood against you.

I rolled over on to my back, pulling you with me, so that you were above me. We kissed again, this time our tongues darted together, touching and tasting each other. You slid your body down mine. Kissing and licking my neck, and then my chest. You stop poised above my nipples, not sure what to do next. And then with your mind made up, you lower your head and started to suck hard upon them, taking each one in turn. Gently nibbling on them, letting me feel your teeth upon them. Then it was my turn to murmur sounds of delight.

I reached down to your back and gently stroked it, feeling the soft skin, beneath my fingers. You moved your body lower, replacing your mouth with your hands on my nipples. Rubbing them with your fingers and thumbs. Your tongue dips in to my navel and then you sucked upon it. You ran your fingers down my body, taking hold of my shorts, you then started to lower them, inch by inch, with each inch of my flesh exposed, you placed as kiss, till finally my manhood came in to view. 

You lifted your head, and looked in to my eyes. The desire that I saw in yours was returned in mine. You lowered your head, and placed a kiss upon my manhood. I reached down to your arms and gently pulled you back up to me. Taking hold of your hips, I turned you around, so your sex was above my mouth, still encased in the black lace covering. You lowered your self on to my tongue as it sought the sweet juices. Lowering my hands to cup the cheeks of your bottom, I started to lick between your heavenly lips, poking my tongue though the thin material, tasting your juices as it soaked in to the lace.

You leant yourself forward and push down my shorts. Taking hold of my manhood with one hand, you placed it between your lips and proceeded to suck on it. With the other hand you reached for my balls, and gently squeezed them, rolling them in your hand.

I slid my hands back up your back and reached for your breasts, massaging them. The lace was soaked with my saliva and your juices, so I gripped the thin material with my teeth and moved it to one side exposing your sweet sex to the night air. With your sex now displayed, I continued to lick between your lips, sucking upon your clitoris, 

You wrapped your tongue around my harden manhood, and proceed to lower and raise your head, taking as much of my manhood in to your mouth as you could. Your mouth was so warm and wet, so inviting. I could feel your teeth as they gently gripped my manhood, as you draw then up and down. More murmuring of delights escaped my lips.

As my tongue licked faster and probed between your sex, you started to push back; Moans of pleasure were issued from you. You lifted your self up and turn yourself around, so you were facing me. Spreading your legs so you were kneeling over me, you then looked into my eyes as you impaled yourself on my manhood, bracing yourself by holding on to my shoulders, you lowered yourself slowly. I reached up to your hips to support you, as you take more and more of my manhood, deep in to you. When you finally came to a stop, my manhood was fully enclosed deep within your moist, warm, tight sex. 

It was a truly heavenly feeling for both of us. 

You raised your hips till just the head of manhood was still in you, and then you lowered yourself again. You repeated the movements slowly till you felt a glow of excitement within you, and then you started to moved faster, building up a steady rhythm, 


I raised my hands to cup your breasts and squeezed them gently as you thrust harder upon me. The feeling of your tight sex, upon my manhood was one of total wonder, a feeling that can not be expressed in words. I looked in to your eyes and saw that they were becoming glazed as the moment of orgasm approached. You thrust harder and faster, filling your sex with my manhood, Your sweat glistened even more in the moonlight. You moved your hands lower on my chest till you reached my nipples. You pinched them hard, as I rubbed yours in return. 

I could not explain the feelings that were building up within me; I wasn't far from the release that my body was seeking from the pleasure we gave each other. From the sounds you were making, it would seem that you were close to the edge as well. 

I could see that you were beginning to tire, the thrusting was getting slower. I released your breasts and took hold of your hips again.

"Hold on my love." I whispered, as I lifted you from my manhood.

Laying you back down on the sand, I turned you over, so you were on you hands and knees. Kneeling behind you, I slowly entered your wet sex, slowly pushing my manhood deeper and deeper, until my balls were brushing against you.

You pushed against me, using your hands in the sand. Leaning over you, I cupped your breasts, as I pulled back, leaving the head, just inside you. I slowly pushed back in to you. Your hips moved back to meet me, and then our movements were as one. Together we thrust at each other, harder, deeper and faster, building up the rhythm, harder deeper, faster.

Our bodies was now a blur, the moment was coming for both of us. 

The blinding lights arrived for both of us at the same time, as I released myself into you. Your body shuddered in ecstasy, and your juices poured from you. 

You fell forward on the sand, quivering, leaving my manhood in the air. With nothing to hold on to, I fell beside you. 

The feeling emanating from our bodies was one of love and contentment. I lifted my head, to see that the sand had stuck to the sweat on our bodies. Your body was still quivering and I put my arm around you and held you tightly as the last convulsions of your orgasm subsided. 

There, we lay in the sand, arms in arms, softly stroking each other, the feeling of closeness, bathing in the afterglow of our union. Together we watched the stars above us. The moon started it journey down as the sun began to rise, bringing with it, the dawning of a new day. The first rays lit your face, and with them, it captured your smile. The dying embers of the fire were twinkling out. We never noticed it turning cooler, as the warmth from our bodies was shared.

My clothes were dry, but I felt so comfortable with you, I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay there with you. I turned and kissed you on the forehead and then the lips, my mouth uttered three words.

"I love you."



A Night To Remember



They spotted her on the dance floor and started making their way to her. When they got to her one of the men leaned down to her ear, "Miss, we'd like to invite you to the VIP room." She looked at the in surprise, "Me?" 

"Yes Ma'am, would you like to come?"

"Hell yeah I would!" Jeannie was happy. All the times she had come to this club she had wondered what happened in the VIP section, and she had always wanted to go up there one night and now was her chance. She had seen other women get invited up there and they always came out looking like they had had the best time of their lives. She took the hand of the man that had invited her and let him led the way up the stairs to the room.

Once inside she looked around, finding that she was the only female there among 20 men. She was handed a drink and the men began to make small talk with her until she was asked to dance for them. 

She realized up until they had asked that no music was in this room, you couldn't even hear the loud music that was on the main floor up here. Now, there was a music filtering through the speakers on the ceiling of this room. It wasn't the same fast pace dance music that the rest of the club played but slow rhythmic music that had just enough beat to it to dance well to but not to fast. She decided to call it stripper music that's what it reminded her of. 

She began to move to the beat of the music, swinging her hips, running her hands over her body up into her hair, and lifting it back way from her face as she bent her knees and slowly made her way to the floor, then back up again. 

Soon the guys started to dance with her. One would get behind her and one in front. They moved their hands up and down her body, letting their hands rest on her full breasts or firm ass for a minute before moving on. She felt her pussy begin to throb, dancing with all these men was making her very horny and she decided that she'd have to take one of these guys home tonight. 

Out of the corner of eye she saw a man stand up. She hadn't seen him sitting there at all, but he must have been the ringleader to this group for when he stood up and started making his way towards her all the other men moved away from her. He came up behind her and began to sway his hips to the rhythm she had all ready set forth to the song. Just like the others he ran his hands over her body. She felt him bend his head down into her hair as they moved and she pushed further into him, nuzzling her ass into his crotch as his hands began to run up her thighs. 

Instead of running both of his hands back up her sides, like the others did, his hand found its way to her pussy. He began to rub slowly at her clit as his other hand kneaded her breasts through the material of her dress. At first she tried to stop him, but he wouldn't take his hand from her. 

He began to rub faster and harder on her hard little bud as his lips came down to kiss her ear and neck. She leaned back on him more, letting the sensations from her cunt take over her entire body, not caring that all these men were watching as this man brought her to orgasm. 

He moved her back and sat her on top of his lap as he sat on a table. She opened her legs wider, letting him have better access to her, letting the others see her hairless snatch. 

She moved her hips to the rhythm of his fingers until those movements turned into thrusts of passion as she began to cum. Her body jolted as wave after glorious wave of her orgasm enveloped her body. Her moans growing louder than the music coming through the speakers. She forgot about the others as her body tingled with its wonderful feelings. 

She started to come down, the man's hand slowed but he never took his hand from her cunt. She opened her eyes and saw the others, most half-naked by now. She tried to get up but the man held her to him, and he quickened his pace over her swollen sensitive clit sending her into another explosive orgasm. 

He didn't let her finish this time though, and she whimpered as he took his hand from her. He picked her up and sat her on a barstool. Once he moved away the other men enclosed her in a circle, their dicks in their hands. She looked around at them all, never paying attention to their faces only at the cocks that she had made stiff. She wanted badly to feel them all in her cunt, she needed to cum.

One guy stepped forward and placed the head of his cock on her lips. She brought her tongue out and slowly licked the sweet tasting drop of precum before taking him completely into her mouth. One by one they all got a turn to fuck her mouth, shoving their dicks down her throat, pumping their hips hard into her. She loved the feel of all the different sized cocks going into her mouth. Some she could take down her throat with no problem, others she would gag on for a minute before being able to take the whole length. She kept her legs spread wide open the entire time, letting them all see her juices running from her to create a puddle on the seat.

Once they had all fucked her mouth they stood her up. She put her hands on the stool and she felt the first cock go into her soaking pussy. She looked back and saw that it was the guy that had fingered her earlier, she had figured that they would give him the first shot at her cunt. As he drove his cock deep into her others started to come to her mouth again. She took whatever dick was in front of her, sucking them off as she was fucked. 

Soon she felt the cock leave her pussy and one after another enter. Just like when she was sucking them all, she loved to feel the difference with each one. They all felt great, she was in a state of pure ecstasy, an on going orgasm that made her body shake constantly. 

She had lost track as to how many dicks had entered her, and at this point she didn't care about anything but feeling whatever one fucked her throbbing cunt next. She heard someone say to put her up on the pool table and she felt hands around her waist, picking her up and brining her to the table. 

She was laid on her back and for a while they all stared at her. Watching as her pussy juices ran down her legs, seeing her chin and chest wet with her own spit from sucking so many cocks. They all talked in a low tone so that she could not hear what they were planning next for their little whore tonight.

She watched as they began to advance apon her again. One man sat her up and placed her on top of him, her back against his stomach. She began to fuck him as another man came up in front of her, raising her legs as he started to push is dick into her all ready filled hole. She moaned loudly as she felt her cunt stretch over both cocks, the feeling sending her deeper into her state of ecstasy. More guys came once again to her mouth, and again she took turns sucking them off as these two cocks fuck her. 


After a while the two guys moved and two others began to pound their rods into her cunt. Her head began to spin with all the movements and soon she found herself on her hands and knees. She felt another cock thrust into her pussy and then another start to push into her ass. She was too far-gone with passion to make him stop. She braced herself as she felt the invader push deeper into her tight virgin hole, screaming out as the entire length of the dick pushed inside of her as another filled her cunt. 


The man stopped for just a second to let her get a little more used to him before he began to fuck her ass. Once the pain subsided the feeling of one cock in her cunt and another in her ass was even better than when she just had two in her pussy. She became more like an animal, grunting and moaning as orgasm after orgasm hit her body but it was soon to be over. 

They let her finish one more orgasm before the two men pulled out and laid her on her back on the green cloth of the pool table. They all gathered around her and someone told her to open her mouth. She did so, opening her mouth as wide as she could. She watched as ten of the men came up on the table, settling on their knees, while they jacked themselves off. She felt the first squirt of hot cum hit her tongue and she moaned loving the hot salty taste. 

She didn't swallow but kept the mouth full of cum in her mouth, letting it seep out and run down her lips as the others came all over her body, drenching her tits, tummy, and pussy with the thick white cream. 

When the first ten were done five more came up. Someone told her to swallow the rest of the cum and turn around. On her hands and knees again, she felt cum hit her puckered hole, and back. One guy shoved his dick into her mouth and she tried to swallow his entire load, most of ran back down her chin. She was turned over once more as the last of the guys came to her. All of them cumming in her mouth, she gagged as she tried to swallow it all. 

She lay there after it was all done all of them looking at her cum-drenched body. She was a mess; her face, hair, body, cunt and ass were covered in the sticky white goo. She smiled as she sat up and looked at herself. One of the guys told her there was a bathroom with a shower towards the back of the room where she could clean up. 

After she had cleaned all the cum off herself and was getting ready to leave the room she looked back at the men that had just fucked her. She smiled, "thanks guys that was fun." They all nodded at her and she left to go home too tired now to dance anymore.



A Night To Remember



Recently I had a phone call from an old friend who said he would be in Tampa on business and would love to see me and my wife Cheryl again. We made plans to have dinner at one of the better restaurants on the beach and Bob arrived at 7 pm right on time. We had a lovely dinner with lots of wine and rehashed old times. 

During dinner Bob mentioned that his wife had a terminal illness that made them give up sex for life. Well, what a shock as we are all in our early 50's, way too early for that. I guess the alcohol was getting to us as I suggested that Bob cancel his hotel room and spend the night with us. Actually, I was hoping to get Cheryl to give him a mercy fuck and let me watch! 

We left his car at the restaurant and drove home in our car all the time talking about what he was missing and that maybe we would let him watch us do our stuff. When we arrived at home I fixed some more drinks while Cheryl slipped into something a little more provocative. As the evening drew on I whispered to Cheryl that instead of having Bob watch us I would like to watch him fuck her. At first she was totally against that as we had never done that before and she didn't know how I would react, or how it would affect her. 

We all went for a late night swim in our pool and while Bob was toweling off I asked my wife again to give Bob some and I would slip into the bedroom closet and watch. If at any time she felt uncomfortable she would be able to stop. I then told Bob what I had planned and he about came in his pants when I proposed it to him. Cheryl is 5' 2" weighs 110 pounds and has 36 C tits to die for. 

While they were having another drink I slipped into the closet and waited. In a few minutes they entered the room and Bob sat on the side of the bed still in his swim trunks while Cheryl slowly removed her robe. Bob's eyes about popped out of his head when he saw that Cheryl had the body of a 20 year old and I could see his erection protruding from the front of his suit. 

In a flash Bob was out of his trunks and had Cheryl on her back on the bed. He began by eating her pussy until she was really hot, and so was I watching. Then he changed positions on the bed so that he was facing the closet and looking me in the eyes as if for permission to fuck her. Cheryl couldn't see me and was staring at Bob's enormous cock in awe. It must have been 10 inches long and about 3 inches thick. I knew she had never had one that size so I was about to step out and call the whole thing off when Bob slowly, but ever so gently eased his massive tool into her vagina. It must have taken over 5 minutes to just get the head in, but once that was in, the full dick was sliding in and out with rapid thrusts and the wet juices were shiny and slick for me to see from my vantage point. 

Cheryl was in seventh heaven by this time and while she is not a screamer, she was moaning and thrashing about on the bed and shouting, " harder, harder,". With this Bob pulled the entire rod out and then shoved it back in to the hilt and began to fuck her faster and faster. In a few minutes they both were ready to come and Bob said, " Is it okay if I come inside you?" Cheryl said, " sure I can't have kids anymore so come on big boy." With that they had a massive orgasm together and I came out of the closet with my dick in my hand and a massive hard on. I was really turned on by what I had seen and as a result that night lasted until early the next morning when all three of us woke up sleeping together and what a night to remember. 

We haven't repeated this and may not ever do it again, but Bob and I had a great time rehashing it over the next few days. Now we can't wait for his next business trip down to Tampa.



A Night To Remember



This is a completely true story, and one I won't soon forget. I discovered girls at the age of 13. The girls seemed to notice me too. After all, I had long dark blond hair and baby blue eyes. I spent most of my time with the opposite sex. I will admit my grades weren't what they could've been. Soon I was 18 and had grown to be 6'2, and had a massive cock that all the girls wanted. 

It was to be my last year of school before I went to college. I was horrified to learn that my parents decided to send me to an all boys' school! I protested the rest of the summer but it was no use. That fall I found myself at the school. It was the biggest school I had ever seen. I didn't know anyone and I was very shy at first. I wasn't even close to being a little scrawny kid and could usually take care of myself, but what if a group decided they didn't like me and ganged up on me. 

It took me a while but I soon learned to find my way around pretty easily. I still occasionally got lost but everyone around me seemed to be nice about it and helped direct me to wherever I needed to be. 

One night I had sneaked out to walk around because I was having trouble sleeping. I knew I wasn't allowed to be out of my room after lights out but I couldn't help it. After I caught a breath of fresh air I tip toed back down the hall towards my room. I was almost home free when a hand reached out from inside a room and grabbed me! The hand yanked me inside of the room and slammed the door. He pinned me against the door and was kissing me! I tried to struggle and get away, but it was no use. He was just stronger than I was. Soon I felt his hands begin to undress me. Once I was completely naked he stood back and took a good look at me. I took that time to get a good look at him. He was taller than I, about 6'4. He had short golden brown hair and green eyes. He was nude like I was and had a nice smooth slim body. Then my eyes fell to his cock. It was erect and must have been at least 10". 

Without a word he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. He pushed his throbbing manhood to my lips. He didn't need to tell me what he wanted. I parted my lips and let his meat slide into my mouth. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. He grabbed my head and slowly started fucking my mouth. He pushed it to the back of my throat until I gagged, then he pulled back out and slid in again. His head fell back as he moaned in pleasure. 

My mind was racing. All I did was flirt with girls, now I had a man's cock in my mouth! What shocked me even more was that I was starting to like it! I knew there was no way I was getting away, so I began to relax. I began to run my tongue over his throbbing meat when it slid out of my mouth. 

Right then I began to wonder if he was going to cum in my mouth. I really didn't want him to, but what was I going to do if he did? My question was soon answered. He let out a deep moan and I instantly felt his hot load spill into my throat. I figured that I had better swallow so I swallowed as much as I could. I found that I didn't mind the taste of that either. In fact, I kind of liked it! 

His cock softened and slipped from my lips. I didn't move, afraid of what would happen next. He gently grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet. He dragged me over to his bed and pushed me down on my back. He smiled at me and looked down at my cock. To my surprise it was hard! He got down on his knees and gripped my 12". He began to lick it with his tongue up and down slowly, sending electricity through my body. He got up onto the bed and took my entire length deep into his throat. I still have no idea how he did it. He bobbed up and down on my shaft slowly at first, but increased his pace. 

Just before I thought I would cum, he stopped. He flipped me over onto my stomach. I knew what was coming next and I was terrified. I thought he would just fuck me hard and raw but I received a pleasant surprise. I felt him spread my ass cheeks and felt something warm and wet pressing against my opening. I soon realized it was his tongue! I couldn't believe how good this was feeling! I let out a soft moan as his tongue slid into me. Then to my disappointment his tongue was removed. " This is your first time isn't it," I heard him say.

I nodded my head and I heard a drawer open. Soon I felt something cold and wet being squirted onto my ass hole. I felt 2 fingers slide into me up to the knuckles. The fingers were removed and I tensed up in anticipation. I felt the tip of his monster cock press against my hole. I felt his hand on my back and heard him say, "Please relax babe."

He pressed a little harder and nothing happened. He grabbed me and flipped me back over onto my back. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders. I felt his cock press against my opening once again. "You need to relax," he said. 

I close my eyes and did my best to relax. Slowly the head began to slide into me. I felt a sharp pain and I jumped. He stood still for a moment. Then with 1 slow thrust he slid the whole way in. I have never in my life felt anything more painful than that. He stayed still for a few minutes to let me adjust, then he started sliding in and out. I bit my lip in pain as tears ran down my cheeks. I opened my eyes to look at him. His eyes were closed and he had a look of ecstasy on his face. As if he sensed that I was looking at him, his eyes flew open. He looked down at me with those sharp green eyes. He bent over me and kissed me. Then he moved down and kissed my neck. I began to relax a little more. It still hurt like hell but I was starting to feel a little pleasure along with it. He quickened his pace and the pain began to fade away. I moaned and I looked up to see a big sexy smile on his face. His breathing became ragged and he started to pound into me. His head fell back and I felt his hot cum splash against the walls of my insides. I then came all over his chest and mine. He collapsed down on me in exhaustion, his softening fuck meat still inside me. "What's your name?" he asked.

"My name is William," I answered.

"You have a very nice ass William. I hope you come this way again tomorrow night."

I kissed him to let him know that I would be back tomorrow night and every night after that.

We stayed close the rest of the year. I spent many nights in his room with him. He taught me everything I know and I owe him a lot. I cried the day he left for home. He promised me he would never forget me and that I would see him again someday. I went to college and met my roommate who looked very confused. I did for him what Stephen did for me. Soon after I got a wedding invitation from Stephen! I was nervous but I went. I sat with him for hours talking about our times together. 

It has been a year now and we still keep in touch. He is happily married with a daughter, but who knows, he may someday show up at my door. 

This is a true story sent to me by a friend. It took much coaxing to get him to write it down and send it, and we would both appreciate any feedback you might have.



A Night to Remember



"Hello?" Ann asked, picking up the phone.

"Hey, what's up?" Will asked.

"You'd better hurry up and get your ass over here, before 'Friends' starts!" Ann demanded with a laugh.

"Whoa, alright then, I'll be over in a few ok?" Will replied quickly.

"Ok, I'll see you in a bit then," Ann said.

"Bye," Will said.

Ann hung up the phone and made her way to her room. She flopped down on her bed, picked up the remote and flicked through the channels. She took a quick glance at her radio clock. It read 7:50. Will would probably be late, as usual. He always came over, every Thursday, to watch 'Friends'. It was one of their many traditions. They had been friends since the beginning of high school when they had both moved to California at the beginning of the year and hadn't had time to make friends. They had both been in the same homeroom and had ended up sitting by each other. Their friendship just took off from there. Now in their last year of high school they were inseparable. 

Ann closed her eyes and lay there when suddenly she had the feeling that someone was in the room with her. Her eyes snapped open and just two inches from her face was Will. 

"Ah!" Ann yelped in surprise, "Will!" she punched him in the chest.

"Oof," he let out and sat back on her bed, "man, Ann."

Ann gave him a smirk and looked at her clock. He was five minutes early.

"Good timing. For once," she said with a laugh.

"Whatever, I brought some goodies!" he went and brought a plastic bag to her bed. He pulled out a 4-pak of Schmirnoff Ice and handed her one.

"Ooh, thanks!" she exclaimed and unscrewed the top.

The both sat on her bed, drinking, and watched 'Friends'. By the time it was over they had both finished the 4-pak. Ann was feeling pretty good by then and jumped off her bed.

"I totally need to dance now!" she squealed and went to her stereo.

She put in some CD's and pushed play. Love 'Em All by Baby Blue Soundcrew came on and she blasted it.

"I love this song! Come on, Will, and dance with me!" she exclaimed and pulled him to his feet.

They began twirling and moving around her room, screaming and laughing. After the CD went all the way through Ann put a slower one on and they both collapsed on her queen size bed, breathing hard. Ann turned her head to look at Will. He had his eyes closed and his chest was heaving up and down and he was sweating. Something inside Ann gave a little jump and she got a shiver down her spine that traveled through her entire body. She thought to herself that it might have just been the alcohol talking but Will suddenly looked really hot. She had always found him attractive but it had never occurred to her until now. And he had really been moving it really good a few minutes ago while they were dancing. She suddenly got a crazy thought of what it would feel like for him to take her in his arms and kiss her softly. Surprised, she pushed the thought aside. But lying beside him, only inches apart, she couldn't help noticing his manly physique, how he sprawled out next to her. She let her eyes travel up his body, lingering on his peaceful face. His eyelashes were long and soft looking; his lips were full and slightly parted. She looked away then and closed her eyes, to try to block out these thoughts that she knew she shouldn't be thinking. 

Just as Ann closed her eyes Will opened his. He gazed over at Ann, lying next to him. She was breathing hard. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face, like she was far away. He wondered what she was thinking of. I hope she's thinking about me, he suddenly thought. Then he caught himself. Shocked, he let himself think it. She looked so incredibly sexy right then too, her chest heaving up and down. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, her arm next to his. He had always thought her beautiful but he had never thought of her other than a friend. But at that time the thoughts he was having were more than just friendly. He thought of gathering her perfect body in his arms and kissing her softly on her pouty lips. He wanted to burry his hands in her thick chestnut hair and take in the exotic smell of her. He wanted to taste her and feel her skin against his. He started to go hard in his pants and quickly blinked, trying to cut out the arousing thoughts he was having. Woa, Will, slow down, he thought to himself. Just then Ann opened her eyes and looked into his. She smiled and propped herself up on one elbow, leaning towards him. A silky piece of her hair fell across her face, hiding her emerald cat-shaped eyes. Will lifted a hand and tucked the hair behind her ear. He let his hand linger there for a second and then trailed it down the side of Ann's face. Ann's mouth pulled to the side in a sexy smile and she placed her hand against his chest.

Ok, what did he just do? Ann asked herself. And what am I doing? Does he like me? Is he feeling the same way I am right now? Oh I hope so.

Will opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but decided against it and his mouth stayed opened. He trailed his hand back up the side of Ann's face and then down to her lips. He traced them lightly with the tip of his finger, memorizing their exact shape. Ann closed her eyes and Will explore her face with his fingers. He traced them up to her eyes, along her eyebrows, then lightly touching them to her eyelashes and down the side of her nose. He cupped the bottom of her chin and her eyes slowly fluttered open, gazing at him under heavy lashes. They looked at each other; they were so close, their faces only inches apart. Ann's eyes dropped to Will's parted lips and she licked her own. Slowly, ever so slowly they moved their lips together until they were just touching. They were both breathing hard, nervous and excited. Will nudged Ann's bottom lip with his and she moaned quietly. Ann softly touched the side of Will's face and kissed him. They pulled apart and Will quickly pulled Ann back to him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her more intensely this time. This time when they came apart they were both breathless.

"Hmm Will," Ann purred, noticing the bulge in his jeans.

Tentively she drew her hand away from his face and down his body to satisfy the part of him that needed it. She ran her hand along the front of his jeans and looked at him to see his reaction. He smiled at her and closed his eyes so she took this as a sign that he was enjoying her touch and pressed harder against his pulsating erection. She grabbed it and he groaned then pushed her back on her bed and lunged for her swollen lips. 

"Mmm," he moaned as he nibbled her lower lip.

Ann grabbed the back of his head and pulled him on top of her and snaked her tongue into his mouth. Will flicked his tongue at hers and bit it. She purred in her throat and her hands roamed down his back. Suddenly Will jerked out of her grasp and sat up. Ann narrowed her eyes, "what?"

"Uh, are your parents home?" Will asked in a panic.

"No, they're out. They'll be out till late," Ann reassured.

Will smiled and pulled her up then ripped her shirt off over her head, growled, and then went straight to her neck. He licked it, moistening the area, then started sucking and biting. 

"Oh," she moaned and he pulled her neck tighter to his mouth, sucking hard.

"Hmm Will, that feels so good."

He groaned in response and stopped sucking and kissed down her neck to her chest. He reached behind and undid her bra, pulled it off, and reached his hand to her breast. Her nipples grew hard under his hands and he bent his head down to an erect nipple and teased it with his tongue. Ann arched her back, thrusting her breast to his face. Will continued to suck and bite her nipples and brought his hands to the buttons on her pants. He hastily undid them and she helped him slide them off. He cast them aside and stared down at her, sprawled out beneath him, wearing only her blazing red thong. Their eyes locked and Ann drew her breath in as Will pulled his own shirt over his head. Ann sat up on her knees to face him and touched her hands to his broad chest. She spread her fingers over it and trailed them down to his navel, surrounded by thin hair. She gazed up at his face and leaned in to kiss him. Their kiss started slow and sensual then heated up, as their passion grew wilder for each other. Will moaned as Ann grabbed at his jeans, unbuttoned them and reached inside. Their lips stayed tightly locked together, tongues wild and hot and they fell back to the bed. Will whipped his pants off, tossed them to the floor and threw his body onto Ann's. At the instant touch of bare skin on bare skin they both moaned and grabbed at each other, not being able to get close enough. Will tugged on Ann's panties and she helped him slide his off. Ann gazed down to his big, thick cock and seductively smiled at him, "oh Will, you're so big. I want you inside me now!"

Will's heart beat fast at her demand but he had a different idea.

"You want me inside now? Or…" he trailed off and moved his body down hers, followed by his tongue. 

Ann smiled and closed her eyes, bringing her hands to his head. He worked his way to her navel and ran his tongue around it then bit her stomach then moved between her legs and kissing her inner thighs, teasing her. She was moaning and thrusting her hips to his face and when he thought she couldn't take it anymore he buried his face in her pussy. 

Damn, she's so wet and hot, he thought to himself as he flicked his tongue at her clit. She's so ready for me.

Ann's body was on fire and she clamped her legs around Will's head as his tongue delved deep into her wet centre. Her body shuddered and she cried out.

"Oh Will, I can't take this!"

Will worked his tongue faster and harder on her clit and finally she threw her head back, pressed his face hard to her pussy and came hard and fast. Ann fell back to the bed, gasping for air and Will drew his body up beside her and kissed her lightly on the forehead. She smiled at him and pulled him on top of her and kissed him hard.

"Your turn Will," she murmured and rolled him so she was on top.

Then she kissed him down his stomach keeping her eyes focused on his the whole time. Will's mouth fell open and he watched her she slide down his body, finally reaching his dick. She kissed beside it and it danced to meet her mouth, eager for her hot mouth. 

"Ann," Will breathed.

She gazed up at him and slowly twirled her tongue around the head then grabbed his dick and licked hard up the sides then licked at the indent below the head. Will let out a groan and grabbed Ann's head and pushed it down to shove his dick deep into her mouth. Ann bobbed her head, sucking him hard and followed her mouth with her hand. Will reached down and grabbed Ann's breasts and played with her nipples and he heard her muffled moan and she sucked harder.

"God Ann!" Will said as he fucked her face and she grabbed hard at his ass.

"Fuck me now Will," Ann sat up and he threw her on her back and thrust his cock hard into her.

They both cried out as Will pounded into her and Ann wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and gripped his tight ass.

"Faster! Harder! Come on Will!" Ann urged.

"Ugh," Will moaned and fucked her fast and hard.

Then Will flipped them so Ann was on top and he gripped her hips and rocked her against him. She grinded into his hips and dug her nails into his chest.

"Yeah baby, good girl," Will gasped.

"Mmm, you like that?" Ann asked.

"Fuck yeah," Will answered and gasped again and Ann rode him faster.

Then Will pulled her down to him and thrust inside her at the same time she fucked him.

"Bounce it," he said and Ann bounced her ass and he gripped her hips.

They were both breathing hard and faster as they got closer.

"Here I come. Ready?" Will asked.

"Ugh…ugh, yeah," Ann moaned.

"Ahhh!" Will cried out.

"Say my name!" 

"Oh Ann, Ann, Ann, Ann," Will panted.

Waves of pleasure rolled through both of them and held onto each other tight, Will writhing underneath and Ann pressing hard into him. Then it was over and they just lay there, Will still inside Ann, breathing hard and kissing each other lightly.

"Mmm, that was good, you're amazing Will," Ann whispered.

"That was good. I love you Ann," Will said.

Woa, did I just tell her that I love her? Will thought to himself. Well I do, he realized.

Ann's eyes widened in shock. Then she smiled, stroked the side of his face and said, "I love you too, Will."

Will smiled up at Ann and kissed her. Then they curled up together and drifted off into a peaceful slumber, arms around each other and dreamy smiles on their faces.



A Night To Remember



There were nights that were lively, and those that were quiet. But on Fridays, Dale had an opportunity to spend time with his friends. Knowing that tonight would be boring if he spent it at home, he went out- this time alone- and went to a nightclub where he could sit and have a few drinks with friends. What he didn't expect was to be picked up by a woman on the hunt for a guy, and she would be the biggest break of his life.

Driving over to the Club Chameleon at about 11:30p.m. that evening, he didn't know that his friends over there had set arrangements to make his night worthwhile. He was going to remember this night as one to end them all. And his friends outside the Club were going to make it better. They arranged to have a limo pick him up after 3:00a.m., and take them home to spend the night together. But the next day would be even better, as a surprise was coming in the mail- and it would make them happy.

Getting over there, he was greeted by his friends. Most of his friends had some tables set aside for them, and they were going to make Dale lose it. Ever since he graduated from high school, he was a virgin- one who never had sex at all- and had no girlfriend. So they were going to get him hitched. In fact, one of his friends, Christina, had a crush on him, and he didn't even know it. Tonight was going to be the night that she breaks the word of the secret bond she had with him- and he was going to be happy for it. Getting there at Midnight, they opened the night with some drinks- he had a glass of wine- and sat in conversation. They knew that he liked to dance, so the crush asked him to do the slow dance that was coming up. Greg knew that he enjoyed slow dancing, and surprised him with his favorite- Sailing by Christopher Cross- while he did the vocals. That put Dale in the mood for the night ahead.

With the night ahead, Dale was getting the feeling that his friends cared about him, and that lessened his inhibitions. It would be later that night that Chris was going to make his night even better. His family was there, and they had arranged to take his car home, that way he could spend the night with his friends. Chris was getting his attention, and he was excited about it. They didn't see it, but looking at the one woman had given him a boner that wanted to get inside her. As the one hour closed in, she was going to take him to Chris' home in that limo- and a night of ecstasy would ensue. Getting there, they had sat around the fireplace and talked over wine. Chris had sat near Dale, and was getting his attention. Stroking his hair with her hand, she wore a fragrance that he liked. They recalled nights before when they got together, and made this night memorable. But this was Dale's first time, so he didn't have that many memories. So he got to listen in on the conversation. But his friends knew that he was getting ready, all they needed was the right signal. Recalling that he liked dancing to slow music, they put a love song from the 80's on the CD player. That was the break Chris needed to pull off the seduction. As they danced, she gazed into his eyes.

"Dale, did anyone tell you that you have lovely eyes?" she asked. "No, no one has," he responded, "in fact, no one has ever liked to be around me." "Well, I do," she replied, "I like being around you. You're warm, you like being around people. My friends agreed, if you had not gone out, you would have been lonely this night." "Thank you, Chris," he replied, "I never thought anyone cared about me."

"Dale, can I tell you something?" she asked. "Yes, I'm open," he responded. "When I looked at you the first time," she stated, "I would not have believed that I would have so much as a crush on you. Now, I know why I fell for you in the first place. I was in love with you from that one time, but I was too shy to tell you. But now was the right time. Dale, would you come up to my bedroom with me?"

When they got up there, she went into the bathroom and put on a black lace teddy and fingerless gloves. She directed him to the bed, where he noticed a pajama suit in black silk and a card on it: "Dale, you're the best person I know. This is for you, enjoy it. Chris."

Changing into it, it felt good on him. He enjoyed it, but the night was going to be better. When she stepped out, his jaw dropped. She looked Stunning in the teddy and gloves. Pouring them some wine, she asked, "Dale, did you ever think that you would hit it off this big with me?" "No way, Chris," he said, "This is the best night ever. Thanks- for everything." He drew her up to kiss her on the cheek, but she directed it to her lips instead. She did a french kiss next, and that got the boner back. She moved to the bottoms of the p.j.s and pulled them off. Seeing his cock this hard made her wet with anticipation. She licked it on all sides, then plunged it into her mouth, sucking it, making it grow bigger. She just about brought him to orgasm when she released him and started licking up his chest, back up to his mouth where she kissed him again.

She then took off the teddy & gloves- this he liked. She was better this time, and he rose to his feet and kissed her, their tongues swirling together. Taking her down on the bed, he kissed her down to each tit, and sucked on them, making them hard at the nipples. Kissing at each point on the way down until he reached her pussy, he smelled her scent- then dove in. His Tongue jabs and licking at her clit made her scream in ecstasy. She enjoyed this so much she came in his mouth, and he caught her every drop. Dropping back up to her head, he kissed her, letting her taste her juices. But the next part was going to be even better.

She let him get on the bed, then took him in the '69' position. As he was making her moan with excitement, she was bringing him to the point of ecstasy. But then she had a smile on her face as she broke the position- and moved her pussy over his rock hard dick. They knew what she wanted, and it was happening.

She plunged herself onto his cock, screaming with excitement. As she started fucking him, moving up and down on his cock, she leaned forward and kissed him again. This time was the best- no doubt about it. She kept the movement while her moaning kept intensifying. But then she got off and laid beside him, positioning for the 'spoons' method. As he penetrated her, he started moving in and out of her, giving her all the joy she could bring. When it came to the point where he was going to come inside her, he moved off and she sucked him dry. This night was even better- but the next day was the best part of it.

Dale got a letter from a gentleman who was Christina's father. Usually, he didn't open this kind of stuff, but something drew him to the letter. Opening it, the letter read as follows.

Dale,

Christina told me that she had a crush on you, and when she showed your picture to me- I knew that she was going to get you one time or another. Apparently she did, last night. But there was one thing that she could not do, and she wanted me to do it.

She expressed a desire to marry you, even though you're a poor person. She knows you to not be able to spend money lavishly on the one, but your love is what you give the most of. That's what I also appreciate about you. So I would have this honor- would you marry my daughter? She thinks very highly of you, and so do I.

Mark Wright.

Dale did not usually consider an offer from the father, but something in his heart clicked, and he used a favor from the City Records Clerk to find out on Mark. Apparently he was the richest man in Clarkston, owning Businesses, homes and other interests in Clarkston, and stock interests in 5 computer companies. So it attracted to Dale to take an interest in his daughter, with the simple reason he would be marrying into a wealthy family as hiss. This could jumpstart his Internet Development and Management business. That was the biggest break he needed.

He went up to Mark's home in the Heights and talked at length with him. Mark was interested in learning how a man, a student in the Local Community College, learned so much about how to publish on the Internet in spare time, that he wanted his experience to work with him. How Dale found out that he was wealthy was of no concern to him, what mattered is that he get Dale to marry Chris. When Dale proposed that he be able to just marry, and have help in jumpstarting his Internet Management business pleased Mark so much- he accepted Dale's offer. Then Dale took a ring that Mark had bought for his daughter for her birthday, and decided to make it their Engagement Ring. Once they got together at her home, Dale sat down with her and their friends and talked about what the 2 discussed. What really made Christina happy was the Ring- her dad bought it for her Sweet Sixteen, but didn't give it to her. Now, it was Dale's turn to surprise her. He gave her the box, and said no words- the look of sincerity on his face said everything. She reached over and hugged him, she didn't need to say a word- her hug, and the kiss that followed- was her response. 6 months later, they were married in Dale's Home Church. At the reception that followed, Dale and Chris thanked each other- for letting their feelings find each other. 



A Night to Remember



I remember thinking to myself this is football weather. The temeperature had began to cool down outside as the sun was lowering in the sky. My drive home from work was usual except for the man I saw standing by a broken down pickup truck. I thought to myself I should stop but instinct told me to keep going. I drove another mile or so and my mind was still on him, something about him just kept calling my name. I abruptly turned the car around and went back. He was still standing there with the hood up and steam rolling from the engine. I pulled up behind his truck and got out. He looked around from under the hood and smiled as if to say thank goodness someone stopped. I asked if I could do anything for him or if he needed a lift somewhere. He said he was on his way to his friends wedding and was kind of glad to have the trouble, he didn't want to show up without a date. He said forgive me for not introducing myself I am Eric. I said glad to meet you Eric I am Angeleah. Oh that is a beautiful name, Angeleah, is it a family name? No just a plain ordinary name. You never said would you like a lift somewhere? Oh yes please there is a gas station about 5 miles down the road maybe I can make a call get someone out here to tow this truck in. So I know we just met but would you consider going to this wedding with me? I really hate to go alone. I am not really one to take up with strangers but this man had some kind of strange pull on me. It was like an instant bonding the kind where you feel as if you have known each other forever. I told him I would but we would have to go to my house where I could change and he could call a wrecker from there.

Soon I was dressed and we were on our way. We wouldn't be too late I hoped. So this friend of yours why are you so worried that you don't want to show up alone?? Well you see this is no ordinary friend she is my exgirlfriend the one i wanted to share my life with. Immediately I felt like turning around and going home. He must have sensed this and assured me that they were still friends she just no longer felt the passion that he felt for her. He said I have tried to move forward but I have never met anyone else who makes me feel like she does. At least I hadn't until now. I turned to see him blushing. Oh my I exclaimed!! You know I wasn't going to pull over in fact I drove past you and then turned around. I know he said I saw you pass and hoped you would come back. I felt this urge to come back as if you were somehow beckoning me. Oh, my dear it is fate. Fate brought us together and on a night like this.

Soon we had arrived just in time to be seated. Each party of the wedding came in. As we arose for the signaling of the bride I was quite amazed at the sheer beauty of this woman and then to be quite honest amazed because somehow she reminded me of me. Not the look exactly I am not sure what it was I mean I have never seen this woman before but she was quite beautiful. As she walked down the isle she saw Eric and I and smiled as if to say good for you.

The wedding party had begun. The music had been playing upbeat but soon waas changed to slow romantic music. Eric took my hand and we walked slowly to the dance floor. I had never felt passion and love exude from someone elses body. His cheek against mine, oh how i longed for him to turn so we could kiss. He must have sensed my desire for he turned towards me pressed his lips to mine. I nearly fainted. My gosh this man is incredible. I must be dreaming please tell me I am not dreaming.

He was in town only for the wedding and had no place to stay I suggested he stay with me. At least until his truck was ready. I had already found that he was a nice man and felt as if I could trust him. I let him drive home for I wanted to just watch this man. But the chemistry between us just made me want him so badly. I leaned in close to him and kissed him he smiled.I began kissing his neck and rubbing his chest. I slowly ran my hand down to his crotch. I could feel his cock bulging underneath his black dress pants. He was still smiling as if to say go on. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and leaned down and kissed the head. Precum was oozing I lapped at it and slowly took his cock in my mouth. He groaned and asked me not to stop. I pushed my head down hard and felt his cock enter my throat. Reflexes told me to back it up but I so wanted to please this man. I began stroking his cock with one hand and pushing it into my mouth and just when he was ready to cum we were back at my place. Damn I thought. He put his cock back in but only half zipped his pants. We walked towards the door. As I opened the door he told me to wait as he lifted me up and carried me in. He stood me in front of the couch reaching under my dress to remove my pantyhose.He then gently pushed me back on the couch as he buried his head into my pussy. He looked up at me and smiled my wetness was driping from his chin. He began licking and sucking at my clit. I never had time for the momentum to build before I began to cum. And before I knew it I had cum twice oh god how i wanted this man.

He lifted me from the couch and carried me to the bedroom where he slipped off his clothes and then proceeded to undress me. I asked him to lie on his back and I mounted him. Slowly I pushed the head of his cock into my pussy. I wanted to enjoy every inch as it disappeared into me. I started out riding him in a slow and steady pace and quickly turned into a rage of pure sex. I was pumping harder and harder and ohhh my gosh I was cumming he was cumming the pure excitement of it all had left us totally helpless to our actions. As my mind was coming back down from this sexual high I noticed the look in his eyes. If love at first site is possible then this man has to be the one for me. I lay exhausted on his chest as he rubbed my back. We were talking about anything and everything. The holding and cuddling was so nice. It is so nice to have someone there to talk to. But it did not last for long as my desire for this man was once being aroused. THis time he wanted to mount me. He got on all fours and used his knees to push my legs apart. When he entered I gasped it was like the first time all over again. His cock was so natural to me. We fit together perfectly. He was making love to me like no other ever had. The way he moved was so different was as if he knew exactly what i wanted. Our bodies slapping against one another. He angled in such a way that in no time I was cumming and he was ready to shoot his load only this time he pulled out moved up on the bed and stuck his cock in my mouth. I was going to get what I had wanted. As I began sucking hungrily he began to cum. I felt the first squirt hit the back of my throat and slide down I was tryin to suck every drop from his cock. Not to lose a drip. He lay back exhausted this time and we drifted off to sleep.

The smell of breakfast? Hmmm was this man cooking? He stepped into the room with breakfast on a platter. I have never been treated this special. It is time that you learn how a woman is supposed to be treated and if you will have me I would like to stay a while. Oh please stay as long as you want just as long as you let me suck your cock everyday. It is a deal if I can eat that sweet pussy of yours.

It has now been 15 years and every time I go outside in the fall it feels like football weather. And the memory of Eric, well lets just say we have sex everyday and everyday it just keeps getting better and better.



A Night To Remember



It all started one summers evening when my mate Adrian and his wife Christine came to stay.  We had all known each other for a year or two and they came to stop for a long weekend with my wife Jean and I, as there was a play on at the local theatre Saturday night that they wanted to see which had some TV celebrity as the star. On the Friday night we decided to go out for a drink but before we went, we had quite a bit to drink in the house and the girls were a little tipsy before we even set foot in the pub. They were both dressed in light summer dresses, with no bras on whereas Adrian and I had on jeans and t-shirts.

The local pub was about 10 minutes stroll away and it was a real pleasant walk in the balmy summer evening, in fact it was so nice and the pub was so hot, we all sat outside by the river bank, just us men entering the bar to get our rounds of drinks.  As the evening wore on the girls got a little drunk and the conversation got a little risqué with sex becoming a hot topic. The girls were also moaning about the heat so when they went to the toilet, together of course as girls do, Adrian and I suggested that they removed their panties to cool off!

When the girls returned some minutes later they were both giggling and Jean handed me her white lace panties, still warm, rolled up into my palm.  I noticed that Christine had passed something, rolled up in her hand, to Adrian. I guessed that they were her knickers.  I instantly felt my cock growing in my jeans at the thought of these two girls sitting there with no panties on under their summer dresses.  The evening wore on and after more drinks, it was soon closing time and the pub shut.  We started to walk home and the conversation was still risqué as we walked along hand in hand with our respective wives.  Jean and I occasionally stopped for a snog and a grope of her naked arse over her dress; I noticed that Adrian and Christine were doing the same and that he was stroking her breasts as well.

When we got in we poured another drink and decided that it would be a good idea to watch a blue movie on the video as Adrian had brought a selection with him that he had just acquired from a mate of his who worked in Germany. I put the tape on and was amazed that the quality was very good, except for the crap background music, and that it was in English too and had not been dubbed.  I sat on an armchair while Jean sat on the floor in front of me. Adrian and Christine sat together on our sofa. The only light in the room came from the table light and the TV screen and as the movie progressed bawdy comments were made about the actors and actresses and the storyline.

It was after I realised that Adrian and Chris had gone a bit quiet when I saw that his hand was down the front of her dress and he was feeling her breasts in between exchanging passionate kisses. I was enthralled as I saw him rubbing her boobs and she started to rub his cock over the top of his jeans.  I nudged Jean and whispered for her to watch them too as my cock started to grow once more in my jeans and started to feel very uncomfortable, trapped in my pants.  Christine’s breathing started to quicken and I saw that Adrian’s hand was now under her dress and was touching her pussy. I felt really hot and I could hear that Jean’s breathing rate had increased as well as she turned slightly and started to rub my hard cock over my jeans.

Interest in the blue movie ceased as we watched Christine pull down Adrian’s zip fly and struggle to get his cock out which she then started to lick and suck. We saw that his was bigger than mine, maybe 7 or 8 “ long and we could clearly see that the thick purple head was wet as she licked his hard shaft. Meanwhile Adrian had pulled her dress up over her head and she was stark naked!   My cock hardened even more at the sight in front of me, as Adrian felt her petite tits and lowered his head to lick and suck on her nipples. She had stopped sucking his cock but we could clearly see her hand slowly stroking his cock up and down.  Adrian then pulled of his shirt and then raised his arse of the sofa as Chris pulled off his jeans and underpants.

I was feeling really horny by now and I knew Jean was feeling horny too by her heavy breathing. I moved my hand down the front of her dress and started to fondle her tits, her nipples were erect and she moaned softly as I rubbed them between my fingers. She pulled me down onto the floor and we started to kiss passionately as I stroked her thighs and felt her hot and very wet pussy that was soaking. She pulled down the zip on my jeans and managed to my relief, to free my hard cock from my underpants. The tip of it was wet with pre-cum and I raised my arse from the carpet so she could pull my jeans and pants right off. We kissed some more as I rubbed the outside of her wet pussy, only pausing to pull her dress over her head.

The noise from the other couple had increased and we looked over to them to see that Adrian and Chris were also laying on the floor and he had his head buried deep between her open thighs and was, from her gasps and moans, obviously giving her pussy some special treatment with his tongue.  She lay flat on her back with her legs raised and was also rubbing her nipples with her own hands. I noticed again that she had very small tits that had almost disappeared as she lay back. She carried on making louder and louder moaning noises and it was obvious that she was nearly ready to cum.  She arched her back and let out a loud moan like a wounded animal and howled with pleasure as Adrian continued to lick and suck her pussy.

This turned us on even more as I moved my head down and positioned myself between Jean’s thighs and started to lap at her dripping pussy. I flicked my tongue in and out and had only nibbled on her clit for a very short time, maybe even seconds, when she gripped my head and shuddered with her orgasm.  I moved my head away, and we kissed for a few moments before she moved her head down and started to lightly stroke and lick my throbbing cock. While she did this I saw that Adrian was now on top of Chris and she had her long legs wrapped around his back as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. You could hear the slurping noises quite clearly as he fucked her and she gave out low moans every time his cock went deeper into her.

Jean was by now sucking hard on my cock and I knew that if she kept this up, I would soon be shooting my spunk into her throat which I didn’t want to do as I was desperate to fuck her. I gently pulled her up and rolled her onto her side, stroking her tits as I did so. I moved behind her and pushed her knees up so we were like spoons so I could enter her wet pussy and fuck her and be able to watch Adrian & Chris at the same time.  They had moved into the doggie position and he was holding her hips whilst pumping his hard, glistening cock, wet with her pussy juices, in and out.   She started to moan again, getting louder and louder as his cock was thrust inside her.  Once more she had a loud orgasm and I felt my cock throbbing as it was getting closer to spunking.  Reluctantly, I pulled my cock out and rolled Jean onto her back gripping the cheeks of her arse and lifted it up so I could insert my cock back inside her soaking wet pussy. I stared to nibble her neck and lips as I slowly started to fuck her again, trying to concentrate as hard as possible so that I could hold back from cumming as long as possible. She wrapped her legs around my back and drew me in close.  

I then noticed that Adrian was back on top of Chris and she had her legs around his shoulders. They were only inches away on the floor and we could clearly see his glistening cock, obviously sticky and wet with her pussy juices as her he fucked her harder and harder. She moaned, “ Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me,” as he pumped away faster and faster until he started to grunt and then thrust himself deep inside, shooting his hot spunk into her. She thrashed around moaning and moaning with her orgasm. This triggered me off so I started to fuck Jean faster and faster. Jean was gasping and started to shout, “ Fuck me, fuck me harder,” copying Chris’s words. I felt me cock starting to throb and I knew that I could hold back no longer as I felt the spunk moving up my cock. Just as Jean had her climax I shuddered as my spunk shot inside and it seemed to keep shooting and shooting. I gasped with pleasure as I filled her wet pussy with my spunk and we lay there for a while cuddling and caressing each other.

By now the video had ended and we were all a little bit startled by the hissing noise and black and white flecks from the TV screen. We were all a bit quiet and lay on the floor for a while making small talk.  Before long Adrian & Chris said their goodnights, picked up their clothes from around the room and went up to bed. I guess we were all feeling a bit embarrassed by what had occurred. We had a coffee and cleared up the lounge before making our way up stairs. 

We heard soft moaning coming from their bedroom and could hear the bed creaking and we were tempted to knock on the door and ask to watch them again, but we were both feeling very tired, after all the drink and excitement and climbed into our bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.  It was certainly a night to remember!



A Night To Remember



This is a true story; the names have been changed to protect the horny. My name is Vegas, Johnny Vegas and I am married to the most wonderful woman in the world. Her name is Mia and she is a professional dancer. I do stand up comedy. We don't get to see each other too much, but when we do… watch out! This is the story of one of our most recent encounters. Enjoy. I do.

Mia and I started out that evening like many others, quietly relaxing at home. The sexual tension had been building all day as Mia is and always has been a tease. She teases me unmercifully, only wanting to build up to the moment when we give into our desires. She does little things like wearing skirts with no underwear and flashing me in public, she brushes against me every so often, making sure to brush against my groin in the process, and she kisses me, deep erotic kisses that curl my toes. I love to feel her tongue in my mouth and she knows it. God I love that woman. Anyway, like I said, she had spent the entire day doing exactly these things and more, trying to work me to a fevered pitch. She likes me in a fevered pitch and today I was hotter than a Macon baseball field in August. We made dinner together and sat down to eat, talking all about our adventures on the road since last we met. 

The conversation turned toward sex, like it always does between us, and the latest fantasies we had shared via phone calls and emails to each other over the weeks we had been apart physically, both of us on the road. We talked about the latest twist in our sex lives; Mia wanted to take on multiple male partners and I wanted to watch. We had only discussed this a couple of times in the past, but I could tell the idea of a gang bang turned her on immensely. She wanted to be the center of attention for a group of well-hung, horny men. I wanted to watch her with those men, maybe even take pictures and video the evening for posterity. We discussed different ways to make that fantasy become a reality and Mia's eyes burned with a passion only rarely seen of late. I would do whatever it took to make her fantasy come true. 

We retired to the bedroom for the night and while Mia showered and pampered herself, I read the evening paper. That paper changed our lives. One ad, one ad advertising a phone line for singles and couples that was free for women to call. The idea hit me that this was the way to make Mia's fantasy come true. She got out of the bathroom, looking spectacular, and I pointed out the ad to her. She was naked, her nails and hair were perfect and she ginned impishly at the idea that we could call up and order in a gangbang for her. She agreed to make the call, just to see if we got any responses. 

"Hello. My name is Mia and I am an aspiring porn actress looking to shoot my first amateur movie tonight. I am looking for several well-hung young men to have their way with me on camera. If this is something you are interested in, please respond via my voice mail box," was the message she had left, already having set up a voice mail account with the phone bank service. While waiting for responses, we listened to other ads and I slowly rubbed my hands up and down her long legs and across her firm stomach. She loved the touching and caressing and I could tell she was getting really excited.

"Check your box, just to see if anyone has called," I said.

"It's only been 5 minutes or so," she replied. 

"Go on, check it anyway."

She pushed the keys on the phone that would give her mailbox messages and was surprised to hear, "Hello, you have 4 new messages. First new message. 'Hi, my name is Dean and I do believe that I can help you with your little project, leave me a message in mail box #43215.' WOW!" We were surprised, as the other three messages pretty much said the same thing. She spent the next few minutes working up the courage she needed to leave the messages for complete strangers, wondering whether or not to give them our phone number, looking at my face for any signs of jealousy and contemplating the actual number of men she wanted to try for her first gang bang. We settled everything by giving everyone our second phone line that we used mainly for faxes and the computer. She started leaving messages and each time she did, her nipples would crinkle. After leaving our number for the fourth guy, she dialed her voice mail box number again and there were 5 more messages from nice sounding young men, and a couple of messages from losers. 

She settled on doing eight guys that night, how she arrived at that number, I'll never know. She called the last four men and left our number and we waited for the calls. They started coming almost immediately. We arranged to meet the 8 guys at our apartment and they were told to arrive at 9:00 sharp. As it was only 7:30, I knew the wait would make Mia even hornier than she currently was. She spent the time primping, nervously applying makeup and picking out the evening's attire. She settled on a black spandex mini-skirt that accentuated her long legs, a shimmering halter that tied around her neck and back and open-toed 5" heels she knew I loved to see her in. I nixed her idea of wearing any panties, even though she really wanted the extra covering they would offer. Even though she was a professional dancer, Mia had only been naked in the privacy of our own home. I could tell the idea of 8 strange men looking at her body made her nervous. It only excited me more.

The first gentleman arrived at 8:45 and Mia answered the door with a smile. The young man was nervous and immediately excited as his eyes took in Mia's curves and outfit. I invited him into the living room and offered him a scotch while we chatted and waited for every one else to arrive. At promptly 9:00 the doorbell rang and when Mia answered it we were all shocked to see 6 guys standing outside. They certainly followed our instructions to the letter! Mia invited them in and a couple of men reached out to cop a feel as they strode by Mia. She jumped at the touches and looked at me. She had a fire in her eyes as she surveyed the room. Two of the men played bartender, fixing everyone a drink and I made introductions and set down the ground rules for the evening. 

"Gentlemen, it seems we are one man short for the night as we had lined up 8 of you to fuck my wife Mia while I watch. Each of you will get at least two chances to show her what you can do. She will take you in her mouth, her pussy and her ass, but it is up to her which and if any hole you penetrate tonight. If it gets to be too much for Mia to handle, she will exclaim the word, 'Zebra' and that will be our signal that everything will come to a stop right then and there. Please keep in mind that this is Mia's first gang-bang and if it is successful, we will invite you back for her next! Does anyone have any problem with these instructions?" No one moved. "Any questions?" None. "Then let's get settled, talk a little, and let the evening progress as it will. Mia, please put some music on, something soft and sensual."

Mia reached down to our stereo and put on the easy listening station. Every man watched every move she made. I suggested we all start by stating our names and tell a little about our jobs. Most men love talking about their careers and soon the room relaxed. Mia started to get comfortable and as she did she relaxed her legs (she was sitting on the arm of my chair) and the guys on the floor kept straining to look up her skirt. I absent-mindedly started to rub her inner thigh, slightly pulling her legs further and further apart. The men could clearly see what was about to happen and the room got quiet once again. 

"Mia, why don't you get this party started. If you will kneel on the floor… and gentlemen, if you will stand around her in a circle… good. Now Mia, start with any man you choose and pull his pants off, then go around in a circle until you have all 7 dicks in front of you." I said. 

She did just as I asked taking the pants down of the guy right in front of her. He helped her by kicking off his shoes and taking off his shirt. Once he was naked, she moved to the second guy and soon had him naked as well. When she got to the third man in line, a man standing behind her reached down and pulled up her skirt, exposing her ass to the room. Mia wiggled her butt and giggled as she moved onto her next man. She undressed two more and the first man she had undressed reached down and untied her halter from her neck. The halter fell to her waist and her nipples crinkled at the rush of air upon them. Mia undressed all the men quickly now, wanting to get to the next part of the evening. Once all the men were naked Mia turned to me and asked what to do next. I told her it was completely up to her and that I was going to set up our video camera. 

I went into our room where the camera was kept, retrieved it and came back into the living room to find Mia still on her knees sucking one guy off and holding a dick in each hand. Her head bobbed in rhythm as I sat up the camera. Mia moved from one man to the next, sucking here, jacking there, rubbing her breasts and butt against one or two men at a time. She was quickly getting into the groove and soon had all 7 men hard as rocks. I got the camera operational and the men pulled and prodded Mia into a half standing position. She was bent at the waist with a dick in her mouth when she felt the first fingers enter her pussy. She writhed against the stranger's hand and didn't even look back to see who was pleasuring her. To see her this excited turned me on immensely.

The man who was fingering her pulled his hand away and replaced his fingers with his dick. With one thrust, he had entered her. She moaned in pleasure and the guy she was sucking grabbed her hair and started to fuck her mouth. Mia's body moved back and forth, a sex piston designed to bring off these two men as she reached her first climax. Soon enough, the man fucking Mia's face pulled out and shot off on her face with a grunt. He was quickly replaced by another man and cum ran off her chin as she sucked this man's dick. The man fucking her pussy came rather quickly and he joined the other spent man. Cum dripped from her cunt as another dick quickly filled her pussy. Mia's knees were trembling and moans were coming from her throat as she was fucked from both ends all over again. She moved her ass round and round, intensifying the pleasure for the man fucking her until he too shot off in her. She came again and again and the juice from her cunt and the cum from her two lovers ran down her legs and onto her ankles. The sight was incredible.

Mia stopped sucking the man in front of her and lay down on the floor. She pulled her knees up to her chest and her pussy lips were separated and slightly swollen from the fucking she had received. Another man jumped at the chance and lay down on top of her, inserting his dick into her waiting cunt. The man she was sucking resumed his place at her head and she turned to the side to resume sucking his dick. Two men reached for her hands and placed them on their dicks and Mia started stroking them off. The man at her mouth came on her face, pulling out at the last possible moment and Mia licked his cum off her lips and as far down her chin as her tongue would reach. She pulled the man on her left to her mouth and another man replaced him at her hand. So far, 4 men had cum on her or in her and she was still raring to go. Mia's hips bucked as the man fucking her unloaded into her pussy lied still. He caught his breath and joined the men who had cum over by the couch. I looked at the 5 of them and noticed that they were starting to get hard all over again. Who can blame them? Watching this action would make any man hard, probably 3 or 4 times!

Mia took the last man to fuck her cunt with a grunt, as his penis was fatter than the rest. It was amazing to me to see the way her cunt stretched and took in his entire girth. The man at her mouth looked down at the man fucking her, saw the cum ooze from her cunt and lost his load. Mia swallowed some and let the rest run down her cheeks, letting his cum join the cum from his predecessors. The man fucking her cunt was all alone now and this is where Mia started to talk dirty. 

"Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, shoot off in me! I want to feel your cum run down my pussy and in my ass. That's right, fuck me good and I will let you fuck my ass! I've never had a dick so large in me before. Fuck me." Mia was lost in her own world now. I motioned for one of the previous men to take turn at her mouth. As he approached her, Mia said, "Wait! I want you all to fuck me in the ass, one after another, shooting off into my asshole. Just wait until he cums in me and then I'll take you all in my ass." The guy looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. Whatever Mia wanted, Mia got. 

The man fucking her couldn't hold out forever and soon he shot off into her with a cheer from the men sitting on the sidelines. Mia didn't waist a second, rolled over and exposed her ass, raising it off the floor. As she did, her ass cheeks opened up to reveal her asshole coated in cum. Through ragged breaths, Mia instructed the men to line up beside her and as the man in front came, the line was to move down. Mia wanted to be able to look up and down the line as she took man after man in her ass. She also told the men that they were not to pull out, but they were to cum inside her ass. She really knew what she wanted. The men did as they were told and Mia looked at the first guy from over her shoulder as he took his position behind her. Before he could enter her, she asked me to join her. I was a little confused as I just wanted to watch this part, maybe partake after the men left. She asked me to take my clothes off and to sit in front of her so that she could rest her head on my lap. How could I refuse? I undressed while the man behind her slowly stroked his hand up and down her ass and to her pussy, transferring what cum he could to her asshole. As I sat down and Mia buried her head into my crotch, the man in position eased into her asshole. 

Mia breathed deep and long, the tension easing from her ass and body. I could feel her breath on my cock and balls but she never once touched me. She had her nose buried in my nut sack, inhaling and exhaling with what seemed to be control at first, then with lust. I could tell that she had relaxed and was getting into her assfucking when she started to grunt. She sounded so primal, grunting into me like that. Her ass bucked back and forth against the cock inside her and looking down the line of men, I wondered if she would be able to take them all. 

One by one the men fucked her, each cumming and being replaced by the next in line. Mia continued to grunt and groan and I continued to watch with pleasure my woman being taken like a common street whore. After 4 or 5 men had fucked her ass, her asshole stayed open like a rose that had bloomed in the springtime. Load after load entered her ass, never to see the light of day again. She looked back and forth at the men she had fucked and the men she was waiting to fuck. Her ass bucked and heaved convulsively whenever a man reached down to stroke her clit as he fucked her ass. She took 6 of the seven men without uttering a single word and when it was time for Mr. Girth to take his turn at her ass, Mia spoke. 

"Oh my god, ok, boys, thank to you all for making my fantasy come true, but it's time to leave. My husband and I will be entertaining this man for a while, but you can all leave now. Leave me your numbers and we will do this again, I promise!" The men all protested half-heartedly but did as they were asked. 

Once the men left and I locked the door, Mia asked the guy his name. 

"Jim," he said. 

"Jim, thank you for helping to fulfill this fantasy for me. I chose you to stay for two reasons. First, I wanted to feel your cock in my ass. As I told you, I have never had a cock quite so large in me, much less my ass. Second, I wanted to have you fuck my ass while I suck my husband's dick. I want you to fuck me slow and to really make it last. I want to feel your cum shooting in me as my husband shoots his load down my throat. Is that ok with the two of you?"

We both nodded agreement and Mia said, "Well, then let's get started!"

She repositioned herself like she was before, with her head in my crotch and her ass in the air. She took me into her mouth as Jim moved into position behind her. I felt her lips engulf me and I felt the velvety smooth softness of her tongue and had to draw in a breath. She took her time sucking me off, wanting to increase her pleasure. I could see and feel the cum on her face from the other men and the sight was an incredible turn on. She looked beautiful and sexy all at once. Jim entered her ass real slow, drawing out her pleasurable torture and when he was all the way in her ass; she started moving real slow against him. He pulled out just as slow and she tried to thrust backward to keep him inside her ass longer to no avail. He slowly pushed his dick back inside her ass and she moaned on my cock. The sensation her moan sent down my cock and up my spine is indescribable. Jim slowly fucked my wife's ass harder and harder, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside her as she sucked me off. Her head was bouncing on my dick and I reached a hand up to hold her hair out of the way so I could watch her suck me off. 

After a long slow ass fucking, Jim looked at me and winked. I knew he must be getting close and he signaled for me to hurry as well. I took Mia's head and started forcing her down on my cock harder with each stroke. Jim started pounding my wife's ass with a fury, his balls slapping against her pussy lips. She moaned and looked up at me with a lustful look I will not soon forget. I took that as an opportunity to grab her hair with both hands and proceeded to force her head up and down on my cock. I was using her mouth as a jerk off machine! She loved it and only moaned louder when Jim slapped her ass cheek in rhythm to the ass fucking he was giving her. I watched as her ass-cheeks turned pink and then red from his slapping her ass. I moaned out loud, hoping that was signal to the two of them that I was close to cumming, not wanting to interrupt the flow with words. Mia locked eyes with me as I pounded her head into my crotch. Jim grunted once and stopped fucking my wife's ass, trembling instead as he unloaded his semen into her asshole. I knew from the look on his face what was happening and started to unload my cum filled balls deep in my wife's throat. Mia started her own orgasm at the same time, whimpering and crying out in pleasure. 

Jim stood up, cleaned himself off the best he could while my wife and I lie there. He went to his clothes, dressed and walked over to the door. He turned to survey us once more before leaving, dropped a business card on the floor, and left. I took Mia's hands in mine and helped her up and into the bedroom. She sprawled out on the bed with dried and drying cum all over her body. She beckoned me over. I kneeled by her head to see what she wanted.

"I love you," she said.

"And I you," was my reply.

"Fuck me?"

"Of course."

It was truly a night to remember.



A Night to Remember



He leaned down to brush her lips with his own. It was an offering to her for almost the first time since they came together. Usually he was in control, he held the reins of their lives together. He held the flow of emotions in his strong hands but for this night he understood. She let him have control. Not out of fear or out of amusement but because she trusted him. Though he stumbled from time to time, he would not hurt her on purpose. This he understood and the depth of her trust scared him.

Gently, more gently than ever before he caressed her face. He studied the line of her brow, her jaw. With his artist's eyes he generally saw the physical beauty of a woman but tonight he saw the glow that made her truly beautiful. He knew her face intimately. She wasn’t a great beauty but she had always brought him back. She had never really known why.

She let out a little sigh and turned her lips to his hand. As her lips touched his palm he closed his eyes. The sensation was pleasant. Her lips on his palm always sent a jolt through his body. He took a slow breath as he felt the tip of her tongue, slowly, lightly licking down his palm. It wasn’t a heavy touch, it tickled in fact but it was so sensual., with only a touch, she eased him onto his back, her mouth still lightly massaging his palm. Once he lay flat she slowly moved her lips and tongue down his wrist, so slowly it was almost painful to him. His skin became sensitive to the tickle of her hair over his chest. He tried to control his breathing, to let her take control. It was hard but this was so good.

She lifted her lips from his skin and blew lightly across the dampness. It caused little goose bumps to cross his skin. She smiled at the little moan that escaped his lips and then moved quickly up to his shoulder. She wanted him badly, so badly but she wanted him to feel just how much he meant to her. She started again with the gentle, light kisses, this time along his collarbone. The skin was thin across his bone and she could feel his pulse under her tongue. As she made sure to trail her hair across his chest she could feel him jump. This was so delicious. Barely sexual but she had him quivering with need. Now if he could only hold out she would feast on his so soft skin. He tasted so good.

Moving slow, she moved down to the broad muscles of his chest. They were lightly covered in hair, that glistened in the candlelight. She licked and kissed her way down slowly, inch by inch. He tasted so good to her tongue. She had wanted to take her time pleasing him and it looked like he was going to let her.

Slowly, almost achingly slowly she lightly dragged her tongue around his nipple. It tightened just as her own did in response. She could feel his hands move, coming to rest one on her hair and one on her naked hip. She nipped his nipple, almost playfully. The gasp he let out made her giggle, breathlessly. She lifted her face and looked into his eyes for a few moments. His hand caressed her hair softly and he licked his lips. He mouthed for her to go on and she smiled. Bending her head, she returned to slowly tasting him. His head settled back, his eyes rolling shut.

Unconscious of her own body’s response to what she was doing, she pressed her body along his side. As she continued to lick down the center of his chest, she moved so that she had one of his legs pressed between her own. He could feel the wetness against the skin as her hips rocked gently against his leg. She was beginning to purr as she licked and nipped. It was harder than he thought to let her continue. He was fully aroused now. His swollen cock was standing up a bit from his body.

He almost reached down to stroke himself but he curled his fingers into a fist. Let her do as she wishes, As she moved down his abdomen to his belly he gasped. She had dipped her tongue into his belly button. The wet tip tickling him. She giggled and then in a swift movement, darted her head down and licked the tip of his hard cock. The sudden wetness made him gasp again.

Finally bringing her hands into play, she wrapped one small hand around the base of his cock and moved her head down. She slowly closed her lips over the tip and sucked gently. Both of his hands came down into her hair. He tangled his fingers in the soft strands and did his best to breathe. The feel of her mouth was wonderful.

Concentrating only on pleasing her love, she started a slow up and down motion. She sucked gently as she pulled back and licked as she slid down. It was not a fast, passionate movement she set up. More the same gentle, sensual touch that she had used to arouse him in the beginning. She wasn’t trying to bring him to climax. she wanted taste him, to pleasure him for as long as she could. And she wanted to feel him inside her own body. To feel him fill her with his being. This was just a way to get him ready.


she continued to gently suck on him, till she felt he was ready. She could feel his pulse still, now from inside her mouth. His breathing was becoming harsh and she pulled back, letting him slip from her mouth. With a final kiss to the wet organ she slid up his body she lay full out on top of him she took his hands and placed them on her hips, then she put her hands on either side of his face and slowly, deeply kissed him. The kiss held all the love she held for him and gave it into him. His head was swimming from what she had been doing and the kiss took his breath away. His hands moved from her hips, slipping one up to her breasts and the other trying to slip between them.

She moaned and slid her legs to either side of his hips. She could feel his cock pressed against her outer lips. She began to rock against him, rubbing her wetness along his shaft. She needed him, badly but she was going to make this last as long as possible. As his hand moved between them she bit her lip. Pressing closer to him she shook her head a little bit. He moaned again as he felt himself slip out past the lips of her wet cunt

She moaned in response. She could feel the pressure building. She gasped as a jolt went through her and then she pushed down. He slid inside her just as she tightened around him. She had rubbed against him long enough for a small orgasm to shoot through her body and the feel of his hard cock sliding into her was heaven.

Together they moaned and began rocking. Shudders past over them both. He grit his teeth. He was so close to cumming but he didn’t want to so quickly. He wanted her to cum over and over before he did.

With a groan he rolled her over, plunging deep inside of her quivering form.deep grunts coming from his chest. He could feel her walls tightening again and again, her voice calling out his name as her legs locked about his hips. The sharp prick of her nails in his skin made him thrust harder and then just when he thought it would be too much, he too exploded in pleasure.

As they both slowed and came to rest she opened her eyes and looked into his. As always, hers held a hint of wonder. She brought a slow, trembling hand to his face and touched his cheek. He looked down at her, a touch of that same wonder in his eyes. He spoke before she could I love you... Then he kissed her deeply.

As he broke the kiss, he whispered. Never doubt that, love.

She smiled softly, her fingers trailing fire across his skin. I never have....



A Night To Remember



Note: The names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent or should we say the guilty...

HIS STORY

That was one of those nights that any man would never forget. I remember it starting when my wife Janet, her girlfriend Dani and I went fishing at the pier in Newport News. We got there in the middle of the afternoon and we fished until way past dark. My wife who is also bisexual, wanted to get separate rooms so that her and Dani could spend the night together. Now you'd think that Janet and I would have a lot of threesomes together, but the fact is that I let her have all of the fun by letting her have sex with other women while I stay at home with the kids. I've really never had the desire to sleep with another woman, but I did have the hots for Dani.

I have told Janet that I wouldn't mind sleeping with Dani, Janet would just shake her head and remind me that Dani really didn't go for other men.

Anyway, it was after nine o'clock at night and since I had been up at four that morning, I told them that I was ready to go back to the hotel so that I could get some sleep. Dani said that she was feeling really dirty and that she wanted to go back to take a shower before she went to bed. 

Janet had that mischievous look on her face and that normally meant that she was horny and wanted some action, mainly from Dani. So after packing up the fishing gear into the car, we drove to the hotel and as Dani and I got out of the car, Janet said that she wasn't tired yet and wanted to go to a bar for a few drinks. I didn't care what she did, just because I knew that I was going to get any from her tonight and the fact that I was tired. Dani said that she didn't mind and the two of us kissed Janet and went into the hotel.

Now our rooms were right next to each others, mainly because I would hear the two of them going at it and Janet knew that it tortured me because I knew I couldn't get any. Dani and I got to our respected rooms and we let ourselves in. I jumped in the shower to wash off the stench of the fish and bait. I finished drying off with the towel and moved over to the bed and laid on it with just the towel wrapped around my waist. 

A few moments later, I heard a knocking at my door. I figured that it must be Janet wanting some more money for the bar, so I get off of the bed and walk over to the door. When I open it, I'm surprised to find Dani standing there with nothing on but a towel wrapped around her. I noticed that she had some cloths with her, tucked under her arm. I stood there gawking at her as my cock begun to rise, lifting my towel up. Dani looks down and smiles sexily.

"I'm glad that I can make you rise to the occasion." She said to me.

I still stand there with my mouth hanging open.

"Are you going to let me come in or should I stand here in the hallway so everyone can see me half naked?"

I manage to move to one side as she brushes past me, her skin touches mine sending an electric shock through my body. I shut the door, some how, and I walk over to the bed where she had sat down. I couldn't believe that she was here with me, half naked and sitting on the bed. I look at her as my hard member was trying to poke through my towel. Smiling at me, she motions me to come over to her. 

Standing in front of her, she looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes of hers and says to me, "I've never given a blow job before so you'll have to tell me if I'm doing it right". 

She takes the towel off of me as my hard cock proudly points upward. I don't have the length that I would love to have, but I've been told that my cock is pretty thick. Dani grabs my cock with both of her hands, squeezes it as pre cum seeps from the tip of the head. She sticks her tongue out and licks it off of the tip of my cock. I guess she must have liked it for she began to lick the head and then the entire length of the shaft. 

She bathed my cock in her saliva for what seemed like a long time when she wrapped those soft lips of hers around my cock and began to bob her head along the length of my throbbing cock. I grabbed her head with both of my hands and started to thrust my cock, forcibly in and out of her mouth. 

I reached down and managed to free her body from her towel and her boobs were as large as I imagined. Her nipples were hard and they were an angry red color. I reached down and pinched one of them and heard her moan with pleasure as she sucked hard on my cock. 

Her pussy hair was the same color as her strawberry blonde hair, neatly trimmed to a small patch just above her clit. God, I wanted to taste her. 

So I pulled out of her mouth and got down on my knees in front of her as I pushed her down on the bed. I lifted her legs on to my shoulders and lowered my face down to her pussy. She was really aroused as her scent met my nose; I felt my cock jump from the aroma. I began to kiss her inner thighs, nibbling slowly towards her pussy lips. 

Just before I got to her clit, Dani grabs my head, shoves it into her pussy as she thrusts her hips up to meet my lips. Now Janet had taught me the finer points on how to eat pussy, but she hadn't told me how to hold on to a gyrating pussy. Boy, Dani was wild! Every time that I touched her clit, she'd start bucking her hips and I couldn't get my lips around it. 

Stopping, I got her to move to the middle of the bed and I got back in between her legs again. Again when I touched her clit, she would buck madly and I couldn't get a decent lick in (pun intended). Finally, I got my arms above her legs, pinning them down as I got to work and really put an effort into my pussy eating.

Now I'll tell you that if you believe that every woman taste the same, boy you are in for a rude awakening. Dani's pussy had it's own flavor, which I devour greedily. She tried to buck her hips, but I forcibly held them down. That beautiful pussy of hers wasn't getting away from me this time. I do believe that Janet would have been proud of the effort that I put out, cause I knew that Dani would tell her when she saw Janet.

Dani began to grab my head, shoving it harder into her pussy when she screamed out, "OH GOD! I'M GOING TO CUM!"

I felt her whole body shake as she lifts her upper body off of the bed, writhing around as she pulls my hair. I had stopped sucking on her clit, but she kept grinding her pussy into my face, bringing herself to another orgasm. 

When I managed to pull my head away, she looks at me with lustful eyes. 

"Fuck me!" Dani demands as she spreads her legs open wider. 

I crawl in between her legs and place my hard cock against her pussy lips. With one hard shove, I find myself all of the way inside of her. I hear her grunt as I began to pound her tight pussy. Now let me tell you, Dani has the tightest pussy that any man could ever find. I mean, I almost came when I first entered her and had to concentrate on not shooting my load off in her.

Dani urged me to fuck her harder and harder. My god, she is such a nymph. Before I knew it, she had us doing doggy style, while I was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. I guess that I wasn't pinching them hard enough, for she grabbed my hand and was forcing me to pinch them harder. 

Dani screamed as an orgasm hit her and her pussy muscles squeezed my shaft, trying to milk the cum out of me. I grabbed her ass cheeks, and then slapped them with my hands until they were beet red. I felt her have another orgasm when I began to rub her anus with my thumb.

"Put it in me!" Dani screamed as she tried to maneuver her ass so that my thumb would enter her tight asshole.

Willing to oblige, I got it wet with her pussy juices and then rubbed it against her anus. After repeating the action several times, I finally got my thumb in up to the first knuckle. She moaned loudly as she humped my cock and thumb at the same time. My thumb sank in up to the base and I felt her pussy and asshole tighten around my cock and thumb as another orgasm hit her.

I didn't want to cum yet, this woman was a fuck of a lifetime and I wanted to go all night long. Dani was ready to pass out from all of the orgasms that she was having, so she wanted me on top of her again.

"Make me pass out." She said moaning as my cock slipped passed her swollen pussy lips and deep inside her tunnel. Willing to oblige, I pounded her pussy with everything I had. My balls were slapping against her ass cheeks and they tighten with the anticipation of releasing the cum that had be pent up for some while now. 

I looked down at her face as she reached another orgasm. Her eyes rolled up into her head as I felt the first wave of my long needed release. I felt the first shot of my cum firing into her pussy as Dani gasped for air. I continued to shoot my load inside of her as I felt her body go limp. 

"Shit!" I thought to myself as I got off of her. 

I thought she was dead. I checked her out and found that she was breathing. (I later found out that she does that often).

Semen continued to drip out of the tip of my cock as Dani came to. Sitting next to her, Dani's eyes slowly opened up and she smiled warmly at me.

"Janet was right about you." She said still smiling. "You sure know how to fuck a woman.

I laid next to her as we kissed passionately. As we kissed, I felt my cock began to grow hard again. She reached down and grabbed the base of it. Holding on to her, I rolled over on to my back, bringing her with me. Now that she was on top of me, Dani guided my cock into her as we continued to kiss. That's when I heard a loud scream coming from the other room. 

Startled, I stopped everything because the scream came from Janet and Dani's room. Concerned about Janet's safety, I tried to get up, but Dani would let me. She was laughing. With a puzzled look on my face, Dani explained that Janet was having a little fun of her own right now. I became really confused at that moment.

"Remember back at the pier?" Dani asked me.

"Yes." I replied still confused.

"Remember when Janet and I went to the bar at the pier to get us something to eat. Janet told you that she found the bartender really hot and wanted to sleep with her."

"Yes, I remember." I replied, and then it came back to me. "She's..."

"Uh huh." Dani said as she kissed me on the lips. 

Janet was in the other room, making love to the bartender.

Dani felt that my cock had went limp and got off of me, slid down me and began to bring my soft cock back to life with her eager mouth.

The next morning, after going at it all night, Dani and I were loading up the car with our bags, when she nudged me and pointed towards the hotel. Coming out of the side door was Janet and whom I guessed was the bartender. They had stopped on the sidewalk in front of the door and began kissing each other. 

Dani moved closer to me and whispered to me, "They must have had a really good time together last night."

"I know that we did." I replied. "Or did we?"

Dani elbowed me in the ribs.

The bartender and Janet had gone their separate ways with Janet walking towards us, grinning from ear to ear. Throwing her bag into the trunk of the car, she shuts the trunk of the car and begins to get in the drivers seat.

"Hold on a sec." I said. "I really think that I should drive.

"And why?" She asks.

"Because of this." Dani replies and kisses Janet on the lips.

"I think that you two should sit in the back seat and have a little fun on the way home.

And with that we set out for home.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: To my new and old readers - I do apologize for a grave mistake in the category that this story was originally placed in. The next part in this story, which is in the works, was the one to be placed in the 'Lesbian Sex' category, not this one. My thanks to the person who pointed that out to me. But please remember to vote. Thanks. Cha...



A Night to Remember



Dawn was racking her brains trying to remember what comes next. Her boyfriend, Steve, had emailed her an explicit story of exactly what he was going to do with her tonight and even though she read it more than once, she couldn’t quite remember all that was going to happen. That being the case, she waited anxiously in the dark, tied spread-eagle on the bed, blindfolded, wondering what was coming next. She didn’t have to wait long. She could hear his footsteps coming back down the hall. He’d been in the kitchen doing something, but what was unclear. Dawn felt his eyes burn into her skin as he drank in the sight of his helpless, beautiful captive. She felt him hover over her, then lightly kiss along her jaw with softly. He traced a line to her ear and gently nibbled on it causing goose bumps to rise on her back and legs. Dawn squirmed just a little. 

Steve took a long drink of something, probably beer and continued to kiss Dawn; along her neck, down her chest, across her tummy she felt his feather-light lips. He kissed down her left thigh, pausing every few inches to give her little bites and sucks. A barely audible moan escaped Dawn’s lips as she enjoyed the attention she was receiving. He continued hi trek down her leg to her ankle where he slowly ran his tongue around the bone and then across the sole of her foot. it tickled but it felt good at the same time. Again, goose bums on her legs. Dawn knew her nipples were rock hard even though she couldn’t see them. They ached to be touched, suckled, nipped at. Steve seemed to read her mind as he traced a line up her other leg, moving a bit quicker than her had gone down. When he paused where her legs come together, Dawn expected him to at least flick his tongue across her clit, but he moved higher. Dawn could feel his warm breath across her stomach and up to her breasts. It seemed to take forever, but finally he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it gently. It stood even more erect, but the ache subsided. Dawn felt a trickle run down the inside of her leg. It couldn’t be. She couldn’t be that wet, could she? Steve had shifted his weight and the trickle she felt was a drop of honey he had placed just inside her lips. He started to softly suck the sticky honey from her lips causing Dawn to moan out load. His tongue separated her lips and slowly penetrated her. Dawn held her breath. No one had ever been this gentle, slow and deliberate with her. It suddenly occured to Dawn that the two haven’t said a word since she’d been bound. 

“I want to taste you”, she said. 

It was more of a demand than a request, but if Steve heard it, he ignored her. He kept sucking her lips and lightly flicking his tongue across her clit. 

Dawn started to move her hips in rhythm to his sucking when he pulled away. She felt his weight lift off the bed and wondered what was next. Oh how she wished she’d paid more attention to the email. A sudden drop of something cold and wet brought Dawn back to the present. She remembered something about a popsicle as another drop hit her right on the nipple and Steve’s mouth immediately covered it, warming it. He nipped it lightly and ran the cold, wet, sticky pop across her other nipple which was quickly treated to the same warmth of his mouth. He shifted his weight again and the head of his cock brushed her lips. Dawn opened her mouth expecting to be rewarded with the taste of him but he backed away, leaving her mouth hanging open, waiting. Steve kissed her then slowly inched his hard cock into her mouth. Dawn sucked softly but deliberately, as Steve returned his attention to her pussy and clit. Dawn felt something pressing against her opening and knew immediately that she was about to be entered by her favorite toy. It was shaped like a dildo, but it had a dolphin shaped bud portruding from the top. This dolophin fit neatly on top of her clit and when it was turned on, sent incredible buzzing sensations through her clit. Steve slowly pushed it into her inch by lucious inch. Once it was all the way in, he switched the power on low and the toy hummed deliciously on her clit. He moved the toy in and out, twisting it, rotating it, making it hit every sensitive spot inside Dawn’s pussy. Steve’s cock popped out of her mouth as she gasped Steve had just turned up the speed a bit and the sensations were incredible for Dawn. She uncontrollably rocked her hips forward and back, up and down trying to get more of the toy inside her. 

“Please”, Dawn begged, “I want the real thing now”. 

Steve just snickered a little and continued to work on her with the vibrator. Dawn felt a her juices trickle down the crack of her ass. As if on cue she felt a second object between her legs. Steve had undoubtedly pulled the purple vibrator out and was gently pushing it into her ass crack. He stopped before it penetrated, leaving it just at the opening, buzzing lightly, teasing her rear hole. 

“Don’t let either of these slip or you’ll pay” he said as he slipped off the bed. Dawn wondered what else could he be doing? Her thought was answered with a quick flick of his wrist. The light, rubbery whip came down across Dawn’s stiff nipple making her jump, causing the fish to slip from between her legs. She felt it covered in her juices against her legs. 

“That will cost you”, Steve said not quite harshly. 

He reached for something off the bed and Dawn heard paper being ripped. 

“No”, she thought. “Not another popsicle! He couldn’t possibly have another one. It would’ve melted by now!” 

She felt the cold tip of the popsicle against her nipple. The pop felt soft and squishy. It had definitely melted quite a bit, but Steve didn’t seem to mind. He greedily sucked the sticky chocolate off her. His fingers parted her legs and pressed the cold tip against her pussy. He didn’t put it in her, but licked the chocolate off her lips, lightly teasing her with his tongue. He separated the folds of her pussy with his fingers and pressed the pop inside. Dawn’s body went rigid for a moment before his warm caressing tongue entered her to help warm her. He sucked every bit of the popsicle out of her. Dawn could hear his slurping, contented moans as he relished the taste of the chocolate mixed with the taste of her. He put his lips on hers and gave her a long wet kiss. Their tongues dueled and fought with each other passionately. Steve retrieved the dolphin and slid it into her again, this time turned up a little. He again cracked the soft rubber whip across her nipples, but this time Dawn was able to hold the vibrator inside. He drew the whip across her belly, teasing her. he whipped it across her upper thighs. Dawn was moaning louder now, wanting to come. Steve grabbed the dolphin and started working it in and out ready to give Dawn what she wanted; what she needed. The purple vibrator still hummed along, pressed against the opening to her ass. It felt warm and slippery there, but it felt sooooo good at the same time. Dawn felt the fire start to spread through her belly as the dolphin buzzed her clit. Her hips moved slightly faster and more urgently the closer she came to coming. Her hips working up and down caused the purple vibrator to penetrate her ass slightly. This excited her more and she decided to try to get more into her. Dawn bucked her hips slightly harder and felt the vibrator enter her further inch by inch. She felt more full than ever as her orgasm crashed into her with full force. Dawn screamed not caring who heard her as her orgasm ripped through her body, wave after wave washing over her. Steve slowly pulled the toys from her gripping pussy and ass and dropped them on the floor. 

He lovingly kissed her cheek and whispered, “Was that good?” 

Dawn could only manage a weak smile and asked to be untied. Steve granted her wish and Dawn immediately wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Without saying a word her head dropped to his lap and she took his rock hard cock into her mouth. The warmth was incredible and Steve just laid back and enjoyed her sucking him. Dawn could taste the pre-cum on the head and decided that tonight he was going to come in her mouth whether he wanted to or not. She doubled her efforts, pumping her hand up and down on the shaft, turning her hand sucking it all the way down to the base. Steve moaned out loud.

“He can’t last long like this” Dawn thought to herself. 

He bucked his hips slowly in time to her sucking and she heard his breathing get deeper and more erratic. She fondled his balls and stopped licking long enough to lick between his balls and ass. She returned to his shaft wanting to feel him shoot stream after stream of hot, come into her mouth. She felt the head of his cock swell and he told her, 

“I’m gonna come”, as if she couldn’t tell. 

Dawn fondled his balls and slid one finger down the crack of his ass. That did it. His hips bucked off the bed, burying his cock in her mouth and shot what seemed like a gallon of thick, hot come into her mouth. She’d done it! She’d been able to make him come with her mouth. Feeling proud of herself, Dawn smiled as she wiped the come from her lips and face. She continued to suck hoping he’d stay hard. She needed him inside her so bad. Dawn wasn’t disappointed. She climbed on top of him and eased down onto his still stiff cock. She felt it probe deep into her, stretching her the further she went down. Then, getting a rhythm they both know well, she rocked on top of him while he thrust up to meet her. He kept hitting that spot! 

“Oh, God, what is that spot he always hits?”, Dawn thought to herself. 

She could feel her orgasm building inside her again. Steve was moaning and breathing heavy and she knew it wouldn’t be long before they came together. She started riding him faster, grinding her slit against him. He trust up to meet every grind. Steve reached up and fondled Dawn’s nipples, pinching them gently and rolling them between fingers. That did it. Dawn humped down on him hard, driving his cock inside her, burying it to the hilt. She ground onto his hips as he held her hips forcing her to keep humping. His fingers grabbed into her flesh as he let out a low growl and shot wads of thick come into her pussy. Dawn’s pussy clenched his cock, spasming around it as she came. Her juices flowed out around his quickly softening dick, and down her leg onto his stomach. Dawn collapsed on his chest as his arms encircled her, holding her tight. He blew cool air onto her forehead and whispered, 

“That was amazing!”



A Night To Remember



Last night as she got home from the theater, she changed into her long satin night gown and matching robe, and curled up in the warmth of the overstuffed chair. In the dark, with the exception of candlelight, she relaxed with her cup of hot chocolate. Watching the snow fall outside and listening to the wind as Natalie Cole played softly on the stereo, she let her imagination run wild. 

He was there. 

He walked up behind her, leaned over, and whispered... "shhhhhhhhhh trust me." He took her cup and without letting her see him he tied a silk blindfold around her head. 

He knelt beside her and asked her if she would do what he asked and she hesitantly agreed. He helped her to her feet and asked her to take off her robe. She did. He sat her back down again. She felt his hands on her legs and it sent a shiver up her back. Once again she felt the cool silk, around her ankles this time, as he tied her legs to the chair, spreading her open under her nightgown. 

She was sure she was blushing, afraid he would find out just how wet she was at this intrusion. (but, at the same time wanting him so badly to know how excited this made her feel)

He asked her to "feel how hard your nipples are..." and she casually brushed her hands across her nipples. He spoke louder, more demanding, and barked... NO, PLAY WITH THEM and she jumped slightly but obliged. She massaged them and rolled the thick bud like tips in her fingers, through the fabric of her nightgown as one shoulder strap slid down her arm allowing him to see the soft round breast she was playing with. He told her to lick her fingers and then play with the nipples inside the gown.. and she did. 

He watched her wet fingers glisten as she tugged on her breasts willingly. Then she felt his head as his hair tickled her hand, his lips touched her fingers and instinctively she offered her breast to him as if feeding an infant. 

She wished she could close her legs, she was embarrassed to think she was close to a climax, this easily. He nibbled slowly at each breast until she thought she would burst and she moaned softly. He licked his way up to her face and licked her lips gently as she tried hard to make him linger there, to taste his mouth, his lips, HIM... but in a second he had moved on to other things. 

As her breathing quickened she whined softly, begging to be untied and he patiently kept repeating... "no angel, let me please you." But in a whisper she could not recognize his voice. 

The thrill of pleasure and disgrace and danger filled her soul and only added to her wetness. He moaned as if getting as much pleasure from this charade as she. His voice was distant almost, as she felt his tongue, just then, touch the inside of her ankle and she cried NOT MY FEET and he held them firmly and promised not to tickle her. Her strength surprised him once he touched her feet, her reaction tugged so hard at the straps around her legs they imposed welts on her delicately soft loins. Boy, she IS ticklish he thought in a laugh. He positioned his warm, wet lips, around her flesh sucking on her inner leg and licking slowly up the inside. He stopped at the knee and she instinctively parted her legs more as if offering an invitation for him to taste her. He licked behind her knee and felt her tremble, he turned to look up at her and caught that irresistible smell of her womanhood and he smiled mischievously. With one hand on either knee he held them apart as she blushed with embarrassment. 

As he held her legs, exposed, she wondered if he knew, could he tell, how excited she was? How, him, tying her, taking control, and now, about to force himself on her, was actually her fantasy? 

She wants him to know. 

He teased her, taunting her to let herself go *he knew she wanted to cummmm, the thrill of being taken and not being in control was almost consuming her as she panted and thrashed almost in pain as he dove into her pulsing opening and she burst as he touched her with his tongue. Screaming she flowed and let loose as he fought o drink her passion. 

Her knuckles were white, as her hands held tight to the arms of the chair. His tongue snaked in and out of her pussy as she coated it with her warmth. He drank her offering like a hungry cat and gently brought her back to earth nibbling on her clit as she regained what was left of her self-respect. He brought one hand to his face and wiped her from his chin, smiling to himself, having taken what he wanted, but still not gotten his own relief. 

He stood up, bent over and took one tie off her leg and gathered her hands together and tied them in front of her. Then he released the other leg and whispered in a low growl... "on your knees." Still blindfolded, she sat on her knees, looking every bit the sub. With the straps to her night gown around her elbows and her ample breasts visible to her *master*. He took her hair in one hand and pulled his fly down with the other and offered her his hard cock. He pulled her to him with force and growled "suck it bitch." 

The excitement grew within her. 

The ache to please him overcame her inhibitions and she took him. He tilted her head back by yanking her hair and watched the blindfolded wench. (The excitement of taking him in her mouth was only heightened by the knowledge that he could see her. There was no room for pretense about being forced as he saw her so eagerly open her mouth for his hardness. She was her own bitch, not only serving him but serving that dark desire to have that moment of surrender to her own fantasy of being seen on her knees with juices running down her thighs and a hard cock in her mouth. ) 

Oh she was good. 

She took him deep as her cheeks hollowed out sucking him hard. His knees bent and his hips thrust forward meeting her hunger on every stroke. She started to moan. She brought her hands up and played with his balls as she wiggled them into his pants. He pulled her hair and demanded she put her hands down. She whimpered. I want to fill that pretty little mouth with cummmmm you tease" he growled through clenched teeth. She knew enough not to ask why he called her a tease, but to simply obey. (She was a tease, a tease to herself, and she had been since childhood. When she moved a boys hand away from her breast but later fantasized about exposing herself to him and offering her nipples to his eager mouth. When a hand sliding up her leg was redirected while fantasies of sliding her panties to the side and playing with herself for his pleasure danced in her head. Giving the obligatory hand job to deserving boyfriends, always silent and routine, while her true thoughts caught in her throat. 

But tonight was the night to obey her heart. 

She dragged her tongue up the throbbing vein in his cock and used her teeth carefully to pull just hard enough to make him crazy. He pulled her off him just by inches and he moaned and took his dick in his hand and held it as he came watching himself explode all over this vision's face making sure to get enough in her mouth to satisfy her craving. He stroked himself and wiped his cock on her lips taunting her and calling her, which only made her want him more. He pulled her to her feet and sensuously licked his cumm from her cheeks and chin and kissed her hard, sharing it with her. 

He moaned as he kissed her, the thought of his cumm from her mouth excited her and he knew it. She had shared her erotic thoughts and dreams with him before. 

He sat her down again. 

He moved around the room blowing out the candles leaving the room in total darkness. he put on his coat and his shoes is silence. She knew not to ask questions of a dom. He unlocked the door before returning to where she sat. The straps of the gown still around her elbows, her voluptuous breast still aching for his touch, but he dare not go there again for his hunger would spoil everything. 

He knelt beside the chair and whispered "I will untie you my dear, but you must promise me NOT to remove your blindfold until you hear the door close." 

In a meek breathless whisper she licked her lips, tasting what was left of him and managed to mumble... *yes master*. And... he left. 

She pulled off the blindfold, embarrassed at how she looked, still totally un a where as to who *her master* was. Silently not wanting to know for the mystery still had her wet. As she stood up, something fell from her lap... one deep red rose with a chain and two rings attached and a note... *for next time*



A Night to Remember



I live happily with my partner in Queensland, Australia… when I’m not writing; I enjoy my partner’s love, our sex life and the occasional sex with my girlfriends… I hope you enjoy the stories about my fantasies and my real adventures…

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I unlocked my front door and immediately kicked off my shoes with a sigh of relief. It is Friday night, no more work for a few days and this is a long weekend, what will I do with myself as I’m all alone this weekend.

I poured myself a wine, turned on my favourite CD of the moment, sat in the chair and listened to the sexy, husky voice of Stevie Nicks. “Am I game enough to play out one of my fantasies?” I wondered.. One glass led to two and that was enough for me to say out loud, “Well lady, it is now or never and you need to be out of here by no later than 8pm.”

Leaving a trail of clothes behind me I walked to the shower, turned on the taps, regulated the water temperature, stepped into the stall and just let the warm water cascade over my body. As I washed and conditioned my hair I began planning my evening, “God I hope this works”, I thought because I knew that if it didn’t come off, I would never try this again.

I dried off, wrapped a towel around my hair then walked to the kitchen naked for another glass of wine as I decided what I was going to wear tonight. The wine was giving me a nice buzz, enough for me to go all out with my outfit tonight, something I would not wear out normally.

Putting on my white sheer G-string and matching sheer bra, my nipples automatically hardened against the very soft see-through fabric. Standing back, I gazed into the full length mirror, I could see the little tuft of pubic hair above my shaved pussy, my pussy lips pushed hard up against the material, just the thought of what I was going to do had made me wet. I slipped my fingers down under the small amount of fabric and inserted one then another into my wet pussy, slowly pushing them in and out a few times.

I ran my wet fingers up my stomach, put them into my mouth and sucked all my sweet juices from them…mmmmmm…tasted nice.

Slipping into a very short black tight skirt and cream coloured blouse with the top buttons left undone. I was showing a lot of cleavage with just the tip of my bra showing. I tied the bottom of the blouse at the waist revealing a little bit of midriff, put on my black high heel shoes, applied my make up and finished drying my hair. I had decided to leave it down in a mass of blonde curls.

I stood back and surveyed the finished product; even I was pleased with what I saw. A woman in her mid forties, shoulder length blond hair, large breasts and a pretty good figure with long, slender, well tanned legs. 

I walked into the new piano bar that had opened up not so long ago, noticing the little side-glances from some of the men there. I blushed a little and starting to wonder if I really should have worn this outfit. I sat at the bar on a stool with no back and ordered a wine, “That’s on me” said a deep voice behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a man about 6’ tall dressed in an open neck shirt and dark trousers. I smiled and said “Thanks.” “ Mind if I sit next to you?” he asked with a sly grin, feeling a little uneasy I replied with “It’s a free country sit where you like”

Raising my drink to him I introduced myself “Maggi,” “He has a very nice, sexy smile” I thought as he just said, “John.” We chatted for awhile about what we did for work and life in general, and all the time I knew I had had way too much to drink. As I was talking to him, I couldn’t help but place my hand on his knee occasionally or on his hand in a gesture of friendliness. John must have realized this as he asked, “Have you eaten yet?” “NO” I replied, “I am starving and a little drunk so maybe food would be a very good idea.”

“I know a great little Italian restaurant down the road,” he said, “Sounds good to me,” I said “But first I need to go to the ladies room.” As I swung around on my stool I opened my legs a little to get off my chair. I saw John’s eyes wander to my parted legs and knew he could imagine a hidden treasure there. This excited me as well as knowing what was to come later tonight. I was very aware of all the eyes on me as I slowly made my way to the ladies room, so I decided I would give them something to look at and wiggled my ass a bit more than normal as I walked. It was while I was in the ladies room I decided to remove my G-string.

“Ok, all ready” I said as I approached John, he quickly finished his drink and placed an arm around my shoulder as we walked out. We walked the two blocks down the road to the restaurant, it was fairly late and the restaurant was nearly empty. The waiter led us to a secluded little booth down the back. John ordered a bottle of Chianti and we both decided on seafood pasta.

An hour or so later we had finished our meals and were nearing the end of our wine. I rested against the back of the booth and slowly opened my legs a little, John tried not to make it too obvious, but I could see he was having trouble holding onto his words as he spoke. I reached over and took hold of his hand and placed it on my inner thigh, leaving it lightly touching the edge of my pussy lips. I didn’t take my eyes of him as he slowly parted my lips, then, with his experienced finger, he found my clit, slowly giving it a little rub before moving down a little, pushing it into my now very wet pussy. “I love a shaved pussy” he said, I smiled at him and said, “Lets get out of here”

We paid the bill and he called a cab. “To the Hotel Royale” John said to the driver as he got in next to me. When we were settled in the backseat of the cab, I leaned up close to him and, slowly and very discreetly, moved my hand up and down his very hard cock that was straining against the confines of his trousers.

I stood next to John at the counter as we booked into the hotel as Mr. & Mrs. John Smith, my hand discreetly rubbing up against his hard cock. At this stage I really didn’t care who could see me, I had had a few too many drinks and was as horny as hell. I am sure anyone that stood close enough to me could smell the juices that were now dripping from my hot, wet pussy.

Once inside our room, John laid me down on the bed. Not even bothering to undress, I opened my legs and John began to tongue my clit and pussy. He sucked and licked my clit, gathering up my juices then running his tongue down to the crack of my ass and back again. He did this several more times then, with a thrust of his tongue, was deep inside my pussy then he slowly inserted a finger into my ass, tongue fucking me at the same time. With all this happening to me at once it became too much for me, I started to buck my hips against his mouth and finger. I felt my orgasm hit me with extreme force. Being aware of what was happening to me, John lifted his head a little then sucked on my clit. “Oh fuck., Oh fuck,” I yelled as I came to the wonderful feeling of John’s tongue, mouth and finger.

When I had partly recovered, I frantically removed the rest of my clothing with Paul doing the same. I got on my hands and knees and spread my legs apart, my pussy lips were very wet and swollen as I waited for his hard throbbing cock to enter me, “Fuck me baby” I said to him. I felt his hard cock enter me. John took it very slow, deliberately rubbing the head of his cock on the little g-spot just inside my cunt. I pushed my ass hard up against him, rubbing my clit and extending my fingers further down to his balls, feeling his wet cock as it was slowly going in and out of me. With my other hand I was pulling and squeezing my very extended and hard nipples. The faster I seemed to be trying to go the more he tried to slow it down, this sort of teasing was driving me insane. When John felt my muscles start to tense around his cock, maybe he decided enough was enough as he started to pump me faster and faster.

With my head buried deep down in between the pillows, I came hard, the pillows stifling my deep animal growl as I felt my orgasm hit me with wave after glorious wave. No sooner had my orgasm died down and John had removed his still very hard cock covered with my cum, I swung around and licked the head of his cock, tasting my cum and ever so sweet juices. With my mouth covering the entire head of his cock, my hands gently tugged at his balls, I felt his whole body tense as he started to cum, spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat, I eagerly and happily sucked and swallowed as much as John would give me.

Totally exhausted, we lay there, side by side catching our breath, I looked over and said “Paul, did you remember to bring my overnight bag?” 



A Night To Remember



It was finally the weekend. My boyfriend Mike and I were going out to a bar to see a band and some friends. When we got there, we were the first ones there. We both ordered a beer and found a seat.

Everyone started showing up, and the beer was coming more regularly. I don't even remember how many beers I had, but I know I was feeling really good. We decided to head home, both of us were pretty hammered so we had his brother drive us home. 

When we got home I got changed for bed and crawled under the covers. Mike came in and turned out the light and climbed into bed with me.

I was already to go to sleep when I felt his hand starting to rub my pussy. Oh, it felt so good. I started moaning and rubbing against him. I was getting so hot. He slid his hand into my pajama pants and into my thong. "Mmmm your pussy is so wet." he told me. He started rubbing my clit harder. Then slid two fingers inside my dripping wet cunt. I bucked back against his hand, wanting more.

We ripped our clothes off and he got down in between my legs. His tounge found my shaved pussy and he started licking and sucking. It felt so good, I kept wiggling around and moaning really loudly, which got him going more and more.

He was nibbling my clit and sucking my pussy lips. It was more than I could handle. Screaming, I came loud and hard. He licked up every last drop of my cum, then came up to kiss me and share with me. Oh, it tasted so good, too good. 

He sat up then and pushed my head down to his throbbing, rock hard cock. I licked the tip with my tounge, circling the head. He started moaning loudly. I took it half way in my mouth, then came back up. Then, I took it all the way in, so I could feel the head touching the back of my throat. He loved that so much that he grabbed the back of my head and kept it there. He started pumping in and out, fucking my mouth.

I love to deep throat him, it pleases him so much. He continued fucking my mouth. "Oh fuck yeah baby. Suck my cum out of me."

His pumping got faster and faster and he slammed his cock into my mouth and held it there as his warm cum filled my throat. He pulled out a little so the cum was in my mouth so I could savor the taste. He pulled out a little more so the last squirt of his hot cum hit me in the chin. I licked it up, couldn't waste a single drop.

He leaned back, feeling satisfied for now. "Finger fuck yourself, baby. I want to watch you make yourself cum." I sat at the end of the bed, facing him. I spread my legs wide open so he would have a perfect view of my pussy. I reached down and started rubbing my clit.

"How's this babe?" 

He looked down at me approvingly, "Oh yeah, baby. Now put two fingers in your pussy. Pump your fingers in and out, then use three and finger fuck your pussy hard." 

I slid two fingers in my wet pussy, "Babe, my pussy is dripping wet again. You make me so hot." I began pumping my fingers in and out. "Mmmmmm, oh yeah." I then added another finger. I now had three of my fingers invading my pussy. I started going at it really hard and fast. "Oh fuck. Damn baby, I am going to cum!" I continued fucking myself until my whole body shook violently in ecstasy.

"Baby, that was awesome. Look what you did to my cock."

I looked and it was rock hard again. "Damn babe. That looks nice. It would look better going in and out of my pussy right now."

He gave me that sexy smile, "Lay down baby, you are going to get this cock, and you are going to get it now."

I layed back and he moved up to me. I put my legs up so my ankles were resting on his shoulders. He teased my pussy with his cock. He kept touching the tip to my pussy lips. Then, all at once he slammed the whole seven inches deep into my cunt.

"Oh yes. Damn that feels good, babe. Fuck my cunt." He began pumping his cock fast and hard, it felt so good I kept moaning really loud, so close to cumming.

"Shut up!" he told me. I tried to keep it in, but I just couldn't. It felt so damn good. My moans began escaping my lips again. This time he told me to shut up and he put his hand over my mouth. This really turned me on, he had never really been controlling during sex before, and I loved it. He took his hand off my mouth right when I began cumming. I let out a big scream.

"The only time you should be screaming is when my cock is in your ass."  

"But baby, I love your cock so much, I can't help screaming."

He looked down at me, "So, you love my cock, huh? Tell me again, and yell it out like you mean it."

"Oh fuck baby, I love your cock! It feels so good in my hot wet pussy! I love your cock!"

He smiled down at me, "Okay baby, roll over." So, I turned around and got on my hands and knees. He slapped my ass, hard enough to sting pretty good.

"Oh Yeah baby! That feels so good." He slapped it harder. Then reached over and picked up his belt. He began whipping my ass with his leather belt. "Ahh! Yes! Whip my ass, baby." My ass started to burn, I could feel it turning red.

"Yes, you have been a bad girl." He whipped me again. It hurt so good, and the words he was using made me cum right then.

"Ohhhh fuck, baby, I am cumming!" He put down the belt, grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into my dripping wet cunt and started ramming it. He reached up and pulled my hair so my head went back as far as it could. He continued slapping my ass while he fucked me. 

He pulled out and stayed right behind me. I was kind of confused for a moment, until I felt the tip of his cock at my asshole. I had never had anal sex before, but I had been thinking about it recently. Luckily his cock was very wet from my pussy juices.


"Ready?" he asked. I just moaned a little and he slid his cock slowly into my ass. "Ohhhh baby. Your ass is so fucking tight."

He began fucking my asshole slowly at first, then faster. I couldn't believe I was letting him fuck my virgin ass. But it felt so good. It didn't even really hurt that bad at first, thanks to my cunt juices.

I was moaning loudly at this point. It felt so damn good. "Oh damn, I think I am cumming! Your cock feels so good in my asshole!" I was fucking him back and my body started to shake.

My cum started dripping down my thigh. I reached down and scooped it up with my fingers. I reached back and offered it to him. "You eat it baby, I want to see you suck up your own cum."

I liked my fingers clean. "Mmmmm, my cum tastes sooooo good." He continued fucking my ass. I could feel him tense up. Then, I felt his cock explode and release all that cum into my ass.

"Now, tell me you didn't like that." He smiled at me.

" I loved it baby. I loved having your cock in my ass." I collapsed on the bed.

I heard him move and then I felt his hand on my pussy. He slid two fingers in my cunt and his thumb in my ass. " I'm not done with you yet."

He began fucking my pussy and my ass at the same time with his fingers.

It felt so good, all I could say was "What are you doing to me! It feels so good. Don't stop, baby. Keep fucking me hard. OH! Yes!" He finger fucked me so hard and so fast, I came right away. He pulled his hand away from me and his palm was full of my cum. He licked up half of it and offered the rest to me. I sucked it up right away.

"Damn, baby. You did things to me tonight that I thought I would never do, ever. And baby, it felt damn good. You are the best." I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.

He looked at me after we kissed and told me, "and that's not the last time, baby." We drifted off to sleep with smiles on our faces. I will never forget that night.



A Night To Remember



It was another boring summer. I was home from college, with not much to do but sit at home with mom and my younger siblings. The one summer I actually wanted to go out and get a job... no one was hiring. So I was limited to babysitting and trying to find other things to do with my life. All was going according to the mundane ritual until I got an unexpected e-mail. 

It was a response to one of those online personals adds... one that I had composed in boredom over a year ago. I had long since ceased getting responses and had mostly forgotten that the thing existed. Yet here was this e-mail... 

Lyric, 

I came across your add and was most intrigued. Your words were most enchanting and your picture... your smile and your eyes, they engulfed me. Perhaps I am going overboard with my poetic praises but I did so enjoy that brief glimpse of you that I felt compelled to write and hopefully chat with you in the future. 

Ever so sincerely, 

Davinci 

And with that, the courtship began. I wrote him back and we began to e-mail back and forth, then to chat. His presence seemed to fill something in me that was missing. A few weeks passed and we upgraded to telephone conversations... a few more weeks and we agreed to meet. Oddly enough, he didn't have a picture, but chatting with him made me feel so good I decided I didn't really care what he looked like. I just enjoyed talking to someone who just seemed to enjoy my company and wanted to take me out. I had been so lonely; I just wanted to have some fun. 

It was a warm night in July when we met: shortly after sunset. We had a date to go to a jazz concert. I prepared carefully, and with some degree of excitement. This was my first real date in a long time, since my high school prom really. I took a long bubble bath with my favorite body wash, Victoria's Secret – Secret Crush. I put on my black satin bra and panties and put a splash of body spray in a few strategic places. I wanted to make a good first impression, so I put on my best "get im" ensemble... the black dress that showed the cleavage and the leg, and the strappy black heels. I've always been a minimalist when it comes to makeup; a little color on the eyes, a little something on the lips and I was ready to go. 

When the doorbell rang, I had two kids underfoot, but that didn't stop my jaw from dropping when I first looked into his eyes. He was beautiful... in the most masculine sense of the word. I'm not saying he was pretty, but handsome doesn't cut it, he was like a work of art. He was tall and handsome, with exotic hazel eyes. His hair was fashioned in long, and well kept dredlocks. He was dressed in a dark suit, looking exquisite. I couldn't believe that this guy was interested in me, but it was no time to ask questions. He produced 15 roses; 1 for each sister, 1 for my mother and a dozen for me. He handled my family with the utmost charm and soon we were out the door, walking toward his black Lexus. He guided me with a hand on my shoulder and I felt a warm jolt of electricity as his hand touched my flesh... I had the instinctive feeling that this was going to be a night to remember... 

He was the truest of gentlemen from the roses to the way he opened my car door and escorted me in. It wasn't something I was used to. He drove with his arm draped across the back of my seat and his fingers traced innocent circles on the bare flesh of my shoulder as again I felt the warm current of electricity between us. We reached the jazz club and he again came around to open my door and escort me in. I looked at him, again mentally marveling at the fact that he was here with me. The music was wonderful. We both enjoyed a single glass of wine, him mainly because he was driving, I just because I liked to be cautious with alcohol. 

We chatted during the pauses in the music. Nothing too significant, we had covered the essentials online; this was just about feeling the chemistry between us. 

I felt extremely drawn to him in ways I couldn't explain. I found myself lost in his eyes for minutes at a time. He took my hand, kissed it, and asked me to dance. We stood, as I found myself drawn into his embrace as we danced. So close to him, so close to his eyes ... I drowned in them as my body came alive in new ways as it melted into him. I was intensely aware of every place in which his hand touched me: my bare shoulder, the small of my back, my hip... he casually grazed my behind and one hand rested there. My head rested on his shoulder and I felt as though we were floating. And then he stroked my hair gently and I looked up at him. He guided my face upward, tilting my chin and his lips caressed mine. The kiss was gentle, magical. So magical in fact, that my inhibitions melted. He kneaded my flesh with his hands and I moaned softly, reeling from the sensations, my body on fire from the inside out. 

After a time the music faded and it was time to leave. This time as he drove his hand rested not on my shoulder but on my thigh. Without much thought my legs parted a bit and his fingers toyed with the hem of my dress and danced higher and higher on my flesh. I had grown most definitely wet, and though part of me screamed in disapproval the larger part of me wantonly wished for him to discover this moistest of flesh. Then, at a red light, for the briefest of moments he did just that and a moan escaped my lips. 

"Don't take me home, not yet. Take me with you" 

He was silent, and withdrew his hand from my thigh. I let out a disappointed sigh until he changed direction. 

"Don't look so disappointed Sweetness" he said, "you are so intoxicating that you steal my attention from the road. If I keep looking at my hand and its travels, there's no telling where this car will end up."

I laughed, for even through my haze of passion, I could see the humor. That haze however, was hard to shake. I squeezed my thighs together. I cracked my window, hoping that the air would cool me, but realized as my nipples responded to the cool breeze that this too was a mistake.

"It's too quiet, why don't we listen to a little music" I said, reaching for the radio controls.

He grabbed my hand, preventing me, and I felt the same electricity as before this time heightened by my arousal. "Music" he whispered as we stopped at another red light, "Is a wonderful idea. Why don't you make some for me?" With that, he guided my hand into my lap and placed it where his had left off, firmly against the thin layer of black satin. I gasped in shock and passion.

"Just the music I want to hear ... please do continue."

Absently, I stroked the satin strip, feeling it grow increasingly moist. I moaned softly the whole while. He did not look at me, but kept his eyes glued firmly on the road as we reached yet another red light.

"Stop" he said firmly, and I did. "A question my dear; have you ever felt leather against your bare flesh?" I shook my head no. "Well then, now you will learn what you have been missing. Pull up your dress,let it gather at your waist, then pull down your panties. Let the leather caress your skin"

I did as he instructed, and no sooner than my panties had fallen to my ankles, I found myself grinding against the leather, breathing heavily.

"Music to my ears" he said as he glanced at me briefly, "And a feast to my eyes, although I would say your nipples might protest your neglect." Indeed my nipples were standing at attention, so much so that they were obvious through my dress. No sooner than he had stopped speaking, my breasts were cupped in my hands.

I had never done anything like this before, but here I was in this man's car, fondling my breasts with my bare ass against the leather seats and my panties around my ankles, eyes closed as the car filled with the music of my moans and the smell of my sex. Yet at this moment, I could find no protest. Everything seemed completely natural as I submitted to his will.

I was drawn out of my thoughts as the car rolled to a stop. But this time, it wasn't a red light, we had pulled into a garage, and the automatic door was closing behind us.

"Welcome to my little corner of the world" he said as he stepped out of the car and came around to my door.

He opened my door and I instinctively began to step out. He stopped me before I could, wordlessly reminding me that my ankles were hindered. He helped me to stand and then knelt down and slid the panties back up from my ankles, past my calves, over my thighs, and back into place.

Then he stood, pulling me into another of those magical kisses. This one was less chaste than the first, now that we were in private. As he kissed me, he slid the zipper of my dress down my back and caressed the bare flesh he had exposed. He broke the kiss long enough to slide the dress off completely and tossing it into the car, then pushing me against the car he kissed my lips a while longer and then moved down to my neck kissing with a fierce passion ... but then he hesitated. I looked at him with an eyeful of questions and he turned away.

"I can't." He whispered.

"Can't what?" I asked, my voice faltering.

"I must take you home, before this goes too far."

"Davinci: look at me? I'm standing in your garage in black lingerie. I think it was perfectly clear where this was going. If you didn't want this then why did you bring me here?" I demanded.

"I am not a man ... not like any man you've ever known and I..." He grew silent and still.

I was utterly confused and crushed at the sudden rejection. I approached him and embraced him, though his back was still turned. "I don't understand" I whispered, "If you want to stop; to take me home, that's fine but I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why"

He turned to me, and he looked different, but I couldn't place what it was. His eyes had a fire within that wasn't there before. It wasn't so much a visible difference, but they were more piercing ... haunting. He took my hand in his and I noticed his nails, they were pointed and sharp as blades. They hadn't been that way before. Then he spoke revealing fangs and repeating what he had said before.

"I am not a man, not like any man you've ever known. Now do you understand?"

I was speechless for a moment. Part of it was fear, part of it intrigue. My mind said to run, but I couldn't, I didn't want to.

"So you're a ... a vampire? And all that time online and on the phone; it was just an excuse to... " I said, finally starting to back away.

"Yes I am a vampire. But you are something special. My life is a lonely one indeed. When I told you I was drawn to you, this was true. I just wanted to not be a monster for a night... but I am what I am. That is why this can't go further. The hunger when I kissed you there, the hunger was so strong."

As he spoke, he seemed to return to normal or to what I thought was normal. The voice inside, telling me to run, was still present but was growing faint, as the urge to stay increased. I was still drawn to him, and even without that magnetism, I had so many questions. Vampires had always been in the same mental category as the monster under a child's bed, not real: but there was no denying the reality of the transformation I had just seen. I had so many questions. Mentally and physically unfulfilled, I couldn't bring myself to leave, not yet.

"May I come in? Just for a while. I have questions... I think I deserve answers."

Wordlessly he escorted me inside. The air-conditioned house was cool, making me suddenly aware of my clothing or lack thereof. He disappeared and returned with a robe for me to wear. I wrapped it around me and sat down on the black leather sofa.

"Why do you trust me?" He asked, "When I don't even trust myself."

"If you were going to hurt me, you would have done it already. We are drawn to each other, there must be a reason... and besides it's not every day one gets to sit down and chat with a vampire" I smiled, and he smiled back. He kissed my forehead in a way that was midway between brotherly and romantic. I felt at ease and not in the least bit afraid that I was spending an evening with a vampire.

I had many questions swimming through my mind and wanted to ask them all at once, but I couldn't quite hold on to one full thought for long enough to ask it. 

"I know you have many questions. Ask me what you will, I will answer."

I began hesitantly, with what seemed to be my most pressing question, "If you had bitten me out there, would I be a vampire now?"

"No," he laughed softly, "much of what you've heard about vampires is myth. It takes more than a simple bite to become a vampire. I'll tell you now also that I quite enjoy a good piece of garlic bread, I won't burst in flame at the sight of a crucifix, and I'm not afraid of fire."

That had actually knocked out a few questions at once, so I went with the next most pressing question, "Do you kill people?"

He sighed before he spoke, "I have done some things that I am not proud of, and yes sometimes murder... but I do not have to kill in order to feed, and I try my best not to. I'll answer your next question... Most nights when I feed, I find a woman at a bar or some such place, or let women find me. We flirt, I buy her a few drinks, and we flirt some more until she wants me back at her place. Depending upon my mood, and how many drinks she's had... sometimes we," he paused for a moment and looked at me, "I can't call it making love; sometimes we have sex and sometimes we don't. Either way, once I feed I leave her there sleeping and she never suspects anything more than a one-night stand. Such things are common now, years ago it was more difficult... but I do not enjoy hurting people, and I try to be as harmless as possible"

"So then why, am I different?" I asked.

"Because you are here, not in a hotel room or your home: Because you aren't drunk and because, you... I can't explain the rest"

We continued with question and answer for a while. I learned that he was about 170 years old. He had been a slave and was in his 20's when he became a vampire. I asked him how it had happened and he told me of how the mistress of his plantation was a vampire and how she had deceived him into becoming the same.

"I never knew how she became what she was. Her family thought she was on her deathbed, which is what caused her to demand darkness and sleep all day, only moving about at night. I was her attendant each night because all of the slave women were afraid of her. She was a wanton creature, and made demands of me each night that I was afraid to refuse. Each night after she had filled her blood lust, she forced me to fulfill her carnal ones. Sometimes she would be angry if she hadn't fed well, and would whip me with more force than any man ever had. Otherwise she was fond of me... so fond that she made me into what she was, so that she would have an eternal slave."

"But how," I asked, "did she do it? How do you make a vampire? And you say she deceived you?"

"There are 3 steps to making a new vampire: First, blood must intermingle between the vampire and its subject, and then the subject must drink from the vampire's blood. Finally, the vampire drinks from the subject until they die as a human and are reborn as a vampire. The night of my transformation... I don't know when our blood mingled exactly. She whipped me that night... more fiercely than she ever had; she must have dripped her blood upon my open wounds. Later she gave me a cup to drink from; saying it would give me strength. I drank from the cup, fearing to disobey her, and the next thing I remember was her setting upon me with her fangs. Thus, I became a vampire. I never wished to be what I am," he said sadly.

The tale saddened me. I saw the conflict in his eyes, and imagined him living with it for more than a century. I reached out and put my arm around him and he submitted to my embrace. I held him there for a while. He sat up and looked into my eyes saying, "It's been ages since a woman held me like that." He looked me in the eyes with that piercing gaze until we were both entranced.

Slowly, I slipped the robe from my shoulders, letting it fall. I continued to gaze into his eyes, silently offering myself to him. Without breaking the gaze, I leaned in closer to him. It was not so much an embrace as it was the sheer magnetism of our proximity. A sharp contrast to the fierce passion we had experienced in the garage, this moment was pregnant with passion, but was delicate and soft. His hand caressed my face like fine silk in a soft, warm breeze. Our gaze was never broken and became the window between our souls. We floated into each other and our lips met in a gossamer kiss. Stroking his hair, I offered him my shoulder to cry on, or drink from whatever pleased him, but he did neither. He simply rested there for a few moments, accepting my comfort.

"You are what you are Davinci, you don't have to be ashamed. You don't have to think of yourself as a monster" I whispered.

"It has been years, decades since a woman held me like this. I thank you for your tenderness and sympathy. It means more to me than you know," he said as he leaned in to kiss me again. My gesture however, was far from over. I feathered him with kisses, from his lips down to his neck as I began to undress him. Unbuttoning his shirt, my tongue explored each new patch of exposed flesh. When the shirt was undone, I lavished special attention on each nipple. I rested my head against his chest and listened to his beating heart as my hands sought his pants. He assisted me in this liberation and soon his manhood was free and standing upright in all its glory. It was a beautiful as he was, standing there like a noble monument to his manhood. I took his cock in my hand and for a time there was no thought in my mind of vampires or blood, only passion. I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip. I sucked only on the tip for a while continuing to stroke his prick. Then I gradually began taking more and more of his mass into my mouth. My pace was slow and deliberate, until finally I was taking it all in as my fingers massaged his balls. My free hand reached between my own legs, blindly providing myself stimulation. I moaned onto his dick and began to pick up speed, wanting only to pleasure him. I was so focused on his pleasure that I removed my fingers from my wetness and offered them to him. He drew them into his mouth sucking gently as my head bobbed over him, faster and faster, up and down. He reached down to stroke my hair and as the intensity increased his fingers grasped the hair and he took control of my motion, turning me completely into an instrument of his pleasure.

His breath came in gasps, and I felt him twitching inside my mouth. I knew he was approaching the edge. As he did so, he tried to push me away. I looked up at him and saw the same transformation in his eyes as I had seen before, but I didn't care. I continued my oral ministrations until he exploded and as he did so he bit into the finger he had been sucking on. I had been expecting this, but was surprised not at the bite itself but the fact that the pain was only momentary, like a needle shot, and was followed by a small flood of pleasure. I swallowed every drop of his seed and then rose from his lap, offering my throat to him. This time the combination of fleshly lust and bloodlust combined were powerful enough to stop him from hesitating and he sank his fangs into my throat. Again I felt the pinprick followed by a wave of pleasure, then another and another. I clung to him as the room began to spin and my body trembled as though we had just made love for hours. The room slowly faded to black as I continued to float on these waves of intense pleasure.

I awoke no longer on the couch but in a bed. It was a huge four poster bed with satin sheets. I found myself there beneath a blanket. He was beside me stroking my hair, and as soon as I opened my eyes, he was looking into them with concern. He kissed me on my forehead again and sat up.




A Night To Remember



"I'm sorry Sweetness. I took too much, too fast. How are you?"

"I'm fine" I said and sat up. Upon doing so I realized that I wasn't as fine as I thought, "Ok maybe I'm not fine, cuz the room is going in circles." I rested my head on his shoulder. "I thought it was going to hurt" I said, "but it didn't. It felt good. Does it always feel that way?"

"I don't know Sweetness," he replied. "I'm not the one who feels it. Now, my angel let's see if we can't replenish you some."

He arranged pillows against the headboard behind me and had me sit back. While I was sleeping he had prepared a tray of food, knowing that after the loss of so much blood I would need something to regain my strength. There were cheese and crackers, a bowl of strawberries, and a glass of sparkling apple cider. He fed me the cheese and crackers first. I started to feel better, and by the time we got to the strawberries the room had stopped spinning. 

"How are you feeling now?" he asked while offering another strawberry. In response smiled and accepted the strawberry, sucking on his fingers afterward. "I'm fine Davinci. You've taken good care of me."

He fed me the last strawberry as he said, "I'm not done taking care of you yet my angel. You've given me a great gift tonight, and I must repay you. I plan to pamper you until sunrise"

I looked at the bedside clock. It was 2 am, which meant I had several hours to be pampered. I wondered exactly what he had in mind. He picked me up and carried me into the master bathroom. It was a magnificent space; ivory marble with gold accents. There were lit candles all around and the shadows danced on the walls. And then there was the tub; large and luxurious. He had drawn up a warm bath for me. Without a word, he removed what was left of my clothing and I stepped into the water. It was heavenly. I closed my eyes and let the warmth seep through me. He slipped in with me so that his back rested against the wall of the tub and I rested in his arms. I turned my head towards him and pulled him into a kiss. "I still don't understand," I said, "why someone like you ever even noticed me. No one has ever made me feel the way that you do. I've always been invisible to men: and the only ones that see me either just want to be friends or just want to get off".

"Then they are blind." he said, "You are a treasure that none of them deserve."

"So is that why I'm still a virgin," I laughed, "because no one is worthy of me?

"You are... still a virgin?" He paused for a moment. He mumbled something I didn't understand. I turned to look at him and his expression was strange, as if what I said had just caused him a major revelation. "What I said was Latin, it means: Freely offered virgin blood shall mark The One" he said. "There is a legend among vampires that each creature of the night has a kindred spirit somewhere in the human world; an angel who freely offers virgin blood. You did that tonight. You are the one: My One!" He pulled me into a passionate kiss and I responded with equal passion. "There is much that you should know; but that is for another night. I'm not done with you just yet."

I had a mouth full of questions about this "The One" business, but his kisses drove me to distraction. Our tongues explored each other and beneath the water his hand made its way again between my thighs. He made slow circles around my clit as we kissed. My hips took on a rhythm all their own, a dance of need and desire. He stood and pulled me up to join him. Our lips met yet again, his tongue dancing with mine. Without breaking the kiss he stepped out of the tub and lifted me out as well. We remained that way for a while, our wet bodies pressed together as time seemed to stand still for our breathless, passionate kiss. 

Finally I pulled away, for lack of breath. During the pause he wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed another for me. He patted me dry from head to toe and I did the same for him. He then took me by the hand and guided me back to the bedroom. He told me to lie on the bed, and as I did so he quickly applied some oil or lotion to his body. I relaxed on his bed, totally nude and resting on my stomach. Without looking up, I sensed him approach me and his hands began to glide over my shoulders and back, massaging in the jasmine scented oil. I moaned softly beneath his firm, yet gentle touch as he moved to my lower back and then kneaded the supple flesh of my backside. After a few moments he moved on down my thighs, my calves, my ankles, and then the soles of my feet. He returned to my shoulders and worked his way over my arms before urging me to turn over. He massaged more oil into the front of my arms, then my hands, massaging each finger and then the palm. He kissed the back of my right hand before he continued. Now he applied the oil to my breasts; purposely lingering there. He cupped them in his hand, massaged them and allowed his fingers to glide over the nipples, evoking a soft sigh from me. He moved on, massaging my stomach, then down the front of my legs back down to my feet. He gave me a thorough foot massage that made me tingle in places nowhere near my feet. He slid back up my body, purposely ignoring the part of me that was aching for him. He returned his attentions to my rock hard nipples, as his tongue took turns dancing over each, and his fingers teased. 

I began to moan in pleasure and in protest. My hips ground against him, begging for attention. Finally he granted it, with a trail of kisses down my abdomen to my mound. He kissed me there, and then placed feather light kisses up and down my thighs. He then licked up and down each outer lip, and then sucked on each inner lip before finally licking in one long line up my entire slit. His tongue dove into the depths of my pussy, jabbing in and out a few times, followed by another long lick. He continued this pattern a few times and then decided to finally let his warm wet tongue dance in circles around my clit. He made a new pattern of this, a few slow circles around my clit then he would stab his tongue into my pussy a few times, back and forth. Finally he restricted his tongue to flicking my clit and began to finger me. I moaned my approval and began to flick my nipples, heightening my sensation. He began to move faster, and I pinched my nipples harder. Soon he was fingering me furiously, his tongue flicking my clit faster and faster as three of his fingers pumped in and out of me. I pinched and twisted my nipples even harder as I ground my pussy against his face, beginning to tremble slightly. He took this trembling as a cue and sucked my nub into his mouth. This new sensation sent me falling over the edge. 

"Davinci! Oh yes, Davinci, Davinci!" I screamed over and over again as the waves of pleasure washed over me. He did not stop the suction on my clit, and wave after orgasmic wave pounded me until I was a weak, trembling primal mass moaning and gasping uncontrollably. Only then did he stop, and come up to kiss me, giving me a taste of myself.

I must have drifted off to sleep then, because when I next opened my eyes, he was sitting on the edge of the bed gazing at me. He had put on a robe and had retrieved my clothing, which was laid out on the bed beside me. I looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was nearing 5 am. I also noticed that sitting there was a leather bound book and what appeared to be a jewelry case. Again the magnetism between us drew our bodies together as we kissed. After a minute, he pulled away from my lips and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Dawn is drawing near my Love," he said gently, "You must go soon, but I want you to take some things with you". He handed me the book which was simply labeled "For The One". Out of the jewelry box he pulled a delicate silver necklace with a round pendant at the end. He pulled from his pocket one last item, an extra set of keys to his home. He told me to come back, if I so chose, once I had looked over the book and made my decision. He would answer no further questions. 

I got dressed as he called me a cab. He then led me out of his room and into his basement. There was the elegantly crafted wooden box where he slept. He climbed inside, and I leaned in to kiss him one last time. I closed the lid with a slight sense of sadness. I gathered the things he gave me and went upstairs, where a few moments later the cab waiting. It had indeed been a night to remember... and I had a feeling that there would be more nights to come.

I hope you enjoyed this tale, there is a continuation in the works for the near future. For now, please do pause and vote to let me know what you thought of my first story submission. 



A Night to Remember



For the past few years, I have had fantasies of experiencing sex with another man. Guys do not turn me on when I see one walking down the street, nor do the Hollywood “hotties” do anything for me. 

But, the idea of being in bed with a man, experiencing all the things men aren’t supposed to experience, really turns me on. I would say that for the last year I have turned to my bisexual fantasies during masturbation and even sometimes when I’m engaged in sex with my wife.

My closest friend in the world recently moved out of state and now we only keep in touch over the phone. I might also add that a suggestion from him is the reason I have been fantasizing about other men. 

Let me explain. A few years ago, Joseph and I were doing some bar hopping during a “guy’s night out”. We were walking along a downtown street when we passed an adult bookstore. We were both kind of buzzed and trying to figure out what we wanted to do, so for the lack of anything better, we entered. 

I had been in these stores in the passed and so had Joseph, but never together. We walked around together, looking at the different movies and magazines. At times, we were acting like teenagers, pointing out huge breasts or abnormally large penises. We were having a good time and were enjoying our juvenile outbursts.

We started back to the booths, and Joseph admitted that seeing a few movies would be just the thing for him “I could use a good cum!” He exclaimed.

Now, I’ve jacked off before in the booths, but I never told anyone about it! So, when Joseph proclaimed his intentions, he took me a little off guard. I followed along, saying nothing to him. We got our tokens and went inside the dimly lit room.

We stopped at the “directory” of movies and both decided on different lesbian films. We went to separate booths across the hall from one another. 

When I got into my booth, I put the tokens in and began flipping through the channels to find the movie I was looking for. 

Within a few minutes I was watching a scene involving two women who were kissing and exploring each other with their hands. I was getting pretty horny and I decided to take my penis out and masturbate. 

I watched the two buxom women pretending to have sex and stroking myself into frenzy. Within a few minutes, I had a fair orgasm, (okay, okay, pretty damn good one). I slid myself back into my pants, and exited the booth.

As I was exiting the booth, so was Joseph. He was smiling and jokingly asked “was it as good for you as it was for me?” My only reply, of course was, “What are you talking about?” He stopped and leaned up against the wall, looking at me incredulously. “Oh come on, you mean that you didn’t jack off?” He quietly asked. 

I was getting embarrassed, so I decided to shift the attention from me back to him. “You just had a better movie than I did!” I jokingly pushed him aside and opened the door to the booth he was in to get a look at what he was watching. 

Well, if I was embarrassed when he asked me if I was jacking off, I was extremely embarrassed to see what he was watching. When I looked at the small screen, his movie was still playing and the scene was on two guys, wrapped up in a sixty-nine and going to town on each other’s erection!

When I came back out, I fully intended to apologize to Joseph and tell him that it was okay and I didn’t care. After all, he was my best friend. But, when I backed out of the booth, he was gone. 

I exited the store and I couldn’t find him anywhere. I was a little concerned, because he was the driver that night and I didn’t want him to be affected by what I saw.

I headed back to the parking lot that his car was in and found Joseph leaning against his car.

“Why did you leave?”

“Why do you think?” Was his only reply. 

I knew that he was mad and probably deathly embarrassed. I figured that I had to do some damage control. “It’s okay man, I don’t care what you were watching!” 

“Yeah, but now you know. Come on let’s get home!”

With that, he opened the door to the car and climbed in. I walked around and also got into the car. I really wanted him to know that I was okay with this and that he should also. “Joe, you and I have been best friends for years!” I quickly added, “I don’t care what you’re into, you’re my best friend and that’ll never change.”

Joseph reached across and punched me in the arm, rather hard I must add. “So, you don’t mind that I watched a gay porno and got off?” It was more a questioning statement than a question. My reply was instant “I’m not concerned about that, and yes I got off too.” Joseph looked at me, smiled and drove on. 

We drove in silence for a while. My mind was wondering about my discovery and also wondering what it was about the movie that got him so hot. 

“Can I ask a question?”

“Oh, here it comes!” He was really defensive and for good reason, I guess.

“No, really. I just wanted to know what it was about sex with a man you find interesting.”

He pulled the car over to the side of the street and put it in park. “Bryant, I’m not gay and not really bisexual.” He added: “I’ve never slept with a man and don’t intend to.” He stopped and looked out the windshield for a minute before continuing. 

“It’s kind of like watching two women have sex. It’s the mystery of sex with a man that sometimes turns me on.” Chuckling, he put the car in gear and moved back into traffic. 

“What are you laughing about?” I wondered.

“I’m not going to come onto you.” Then, laughing harder: “Unless you want me to.”

That got us both going and we laughed and joked about being gay all the way home. 

Joseph and I never said another word about it.

Since that night, I never completely got the idea out of my head. I went back to the bookstore one night, got some tokens and sat in a booth to watch one for myself. 

The movie was a “fuck-flick”. It opened up with a guy sucking on another man’s erection. He was using his hand in rhythm with his mouth. The other guy was very hard and moaning. Within a few minutes, the man being sucked was moaning louder, he grasped the head of the other man and began to orgasm. The sucking man lifted his mouth off and began to pump the penis he was working on with his hand. The next scene was a cum shot of monumental proportions. 

Sitting there, watching this made me extremely horny. I couldn’t believe that I was getting hard watching this, but I couldn’t deny it either. During the next movie, I had my own erection out and stroking fast. 

I watched a scene that showed one man licking the pre-cum from another. I got an idea and looked down to see my own juices flowing. So, naturally, I tasted myself and found that just doing that turned me on even more. So, I came furiously! I caught my own seed in my hand and licked a little. I found that the taste wasn’t bad at all and within a few seconds, my hand was clean.

For the next two years, my curiosity consumed me. I graduated to looking at pictures on the Internet and watching gay porno flicks more and more. I’ve used cucumbers inside me and even my wife’s vibrator to further my curiosity.

About three months ago, Joseph called me and told me that he was coming back for a weekend. I made arrangements to take that Friday off and told Joseph that we’d be able to spend the entire weekend hanging out.

My wife was away visiting family for the weekend, so we could basically do whatever we wanted. Of course my thoughts ran the gambit of possibilities. I never shared my newfound commonality with my friend, but I decided that I would when he got here.

I picked up Joseph from the airport and we headed back to my house. Once inside, we put his things in the guest room and I left him so he could get situated. 

That night, we went out for a steak dinner and some drinks. We chatted for hours to catch up on jobs and family news. We went to one of our old favorite bars and continued to catch up on our lives. At the end of the night, we were both pretty buzzed and decided to take a cab home.

Once inside, we settled onto the couch. I was sitting on the couch with him and we were sharing a Scotch. I raised my glass for a toast and we clinked the glasses together, “To the best friend in the world!” I toasted.

“Hey, always best friends.” He replied.

I figured that it was now or never. I wanted to advance this and see what happened. My only fear was that he had changed his views on being with a man and I would ruin the whole weekend. But with the alcohol and my horniness, I decided to push forward.


“What about more than best friends?” I asked. To me, it sounded like more than a whisper and I feared that he didn’t hear me.

He mockingly choked on his drink and looked at me. “What do you mean?” and he laughed a little.

“Well,” I stared, “Do you remember in the porn shop, when I looked and saw that you were watching a gay flick?”

He flared immediately, “Why did you have to bring that up?”

I reached over and put my hand on his knee, “Relax, don’t get defensive. I just wanted to know if you remembered that.” I said.

“Yeah, I remember, why?” He was still a little upset. Again, I was in the damage control phase. “Well, after that, I couldn’t get my mind off the idea. I decided to go back to the porn shop to investigate.” I explained.

Joseph was silently waiting for more. So, I continued: “I watched a few movies myself and found that I was extremely turned on by watching two men together.” 

He raised his eyebrow about as fast as he raised his glass to his mouth draining his drink. “And?” he asked.

I felt my face flare, the heat on my forehead was intense and I knew that I was blushing. “And . . . I haven’t gotten the idea out of my head since.” I confessed. “I’ve been back to watch movies several times. I masturbate thinking about it and I always come hard.”

I waited for his reply and finished my drink. Joseph got up, and asked if I wanted another. I handed my glass to him and he poured us both a glass. 

Sitting back down on the couch, he turned to face me. “What are you saying?” He asked. 

Here it is, it’s either all the way or back out. “I want to, I want to – try.” I squeaked. “The way I figure it, there isn’t anyone else I want to try with but you.” I continued: “We’ve been friends for years and if you’re still inclined that way, I’d love to explore with you.”

“Let’s sleep on it tonight and see if you still feel the same in the morning when you’re not under the influence, okay?”

I felt let down, but what could I say? “Okay, but I’m sure about this. It’s all I’ve thought about for months!”

“Then you’ll still feel the same tomorrow morning, let’s think about it a little, and let me think about it.”

Then he was up off the couch and walking to his room. “G’nite.” Was the only thing he said.

I figured that we were done as friends. I figured that he’d changed his thoughts and was no longer interested in sex with men. I felt dejected and a little mad; after all, it was he that put these thoughts in my head.

I finished my drink and headed to my room. I got into bed and began musing over my mistake of coming on to my best friend. The alcohol took control and soon I was drifting to sleep.

In my sleep and booze induced state, I heard a soft knock on the door. “Bryant?” Another knock, “Are you awake?” I sat up in bed, “Yeah, what’s up?”

Joseph opened the door and said: “Can I come in?” 

“Of course, I’m sorry that I suggested that.” I said, and then continued: “I didn’t really stop to think that you weren’t interested in that anymore.”

Joseph sat on the bed beside me. It was a warm night and I only had a sheet covering me. He placed his hand on my inner thigh, near my knee. “It’s not that I’m not interested, I’m just worried that our friendship would suffer.” 

I leaned back on my elbows and looked at him. I could barely make up the outline of his face in the darkness. 

“Joseph, I only asked you because you’re my friend. I don’t want our friendship to suffer either, but I do want to experience this. And, I want it to be with you, someone I trust and someone I know won’t turn into a freak.” 

While I said that, I lay back and placed my hand on his knee. I could feel that he wasn’t wearing pants but I didn’t know what he had on. I let my thumb rub back and forth on his skin. And his thumb started to move on my leg.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“You have to know that I have fantasized about this for years. I never made any advances because I didn’t want to harm our friendship.” He continued: “but, now that I know you’re thinking the same thing, I have to make a request.”

My heart was beating faster, “Anything!” Was all I could say.

“My fantasies revolve around taking care of you. I want to satisfy you. I want to feel you inside me.” He said. “I don’t want to fuck, I want to make love.”

“Ohhhh, that’s what makes this with you the best thing.” It was a dumb response, but the only one I could muster.

He continued to stroke his thumb on my knee, but now he was squeezing slightly with the rest of his hand. “I want us to have sex, just like we would with a woman.” He said. That confused me a little. But he erased the confusion by his next question. “Will you kiss me?”

If I had needed any further coercing, that was it! 

I sat up on the bed, taking my hand from his knee; I reached up and found his face. I whispered: “I would love to kiss you.” Leaning into him, I found his lips with my own. I felt the stubble of our chins as I slightly parted my lips to touch his lips with my tongue. Joseph leaned in to me and his mouth also parted. For the first time, our tongues touched and I felt a tingle run from my tongue, through my body and explode in my crotch. 

In a few minutes, we both loosened up a little and our kissing became more intense and passionate. We took turns sucking on each other’s lips and tongues. Both of his arms were wrapped around my neck. Our heads were leaning to opposite sides; our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. It was incredibly intense.

Joseph broke our kiss first and I moaned my displeasure, but he soon began to kiss my neck, moving his tongue in light circles on my skin. He kissed up to my ear lobe, gently sucking it into his mouth. Then he moved back to my neck, playfully biting and licking as he went. I could feel his hot breath on my skin and my penis was more erect that I had ever felt. 

I was in another place in my mind. My most recent fantasies were coming true! I could feel his stubble brushing against the skin of my neck and then my shoulder as he moved his mouth to explore further. 

My hands came up to his arms; I reveled in the feeling of the muscles in his arms and then his shoulders. I took his face back into my hands and raised his mouth from my skin. I planted my mouth on his and we were back to twirling our tongues together. 

I let my hands slide to his chest and my fingers found his nipples. I pinched and lightly pulled at each nipple, they were hard and pronounced. I loved the feel the hair around his nipples and I was getting more and more turned on by the second. 

Joseph gently pushed me back onto the bed and lay himself with his leg between mine. His crotch was on my hip and his hip was pushing into my own swollen crotch. We were back to kissing and I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me and the feel of his erect penis grinding against my hip.

I let my hands slide down his strong back. One hand I slid down his ass feeling the cotton of his underwear. I grasped one cheek in my hand and squeezed, pulling his crotch into my hip even further.

“Mmmm, this is better than I expected.” He moaned.

“I love this, I love to feel you on top of me.”

I slid my free hand down his back and around his hip. I pushed it between our bodies and felt him. I had never seen Joseph naked and didn’t have the faintest idea of what his penis looked like. But, I could feel through the fabric of his underwear that he was of average size and very hard. 

I loved the feeling of his hardness in my hand. My hand slid from his scrotum and along the shaft to the head. I traced the shape of the head with my finger, but couldn’t really get an idea of how it felt from the position of my hand.

“Let me feel you.” I whispered in his ear.

He rolled over onto his back and his hand immediately plunged inside my own underwear. 

“Ohhhh, you’re so hard. I’ve never felt another man, but this is what I’ve imagined.”

I don’t know what I said, but I know a sound came out of my mouth. I was on my side, and I was propped up on my elbow. I reached to his face and used a finger to trace his lips. His tongue came out and he licked my finger before sucking it into his mouth. It was very erotic and very tender.

I was very aware of my finger inside his mouth and his hand wrapped around my erection. I slid my finger from his mouth and replaced it with my tongue and as he sucked on my tongue, our saliva mixing together, my hand slid down over his chest. I felt his firm stomach with my fingertips and continued to the waistband of his underwear. 

My hand slid inside and the brushed his hard penis. I wrapped my eager fingers around the shaft of my friend and began slowly stroking him. I only stopped long enough to touch and then grope his balls and then back to his penis. 

I could feel that he had almost no pubic hair and his scrotum was clean-shaven. I was so turned on by this! I keep myself trimmed and my balls are free of hair as well. I marveled in the feeling of his hard penis and the soft skin of his scrotum. 

He sat up and pushed me back down on the bed again, this time a little more forcefully. He got up onto his knees and hooked the waistband of my shorts. Very deftly, he stripped me of my underwear and I lay there, naked and waiting for my friend and now my lover. 

Joseph leaned over me and lightly kissed my mouth. He moved his face to the side of mine and whispered: “I want to make you cum.”

I couldn’t answer him and I don’t think he was asking my permission anyway. His face left mine and went directly to my crotch. 

He leaned on one elbow between my spread legs. Joseph took my hardness in his hand and began to stroke it. I soon felt his hot breath against my thigh and I could feel his tongue on my skin as he traced a line with his tongue up my thigh, kissing lightly as he went. 

He used his tongue to trace the area of my skin where my thigh reaches the pubic area. I was lost in an exotic, passionate place that I never wanted to leave. He gently laid my penis back onto my body and replaced his hand with his tongue. 

My lover ran his tongue from my scrotum, along the shaft to the head and then back down to my balls. He gently sucked one ball into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue. I could hear a moan escape from him as he worked with my ball in his mouth.

I was getting so turned on, I almost forgot about his body. But I soon rectified that. I began to rub his leg from his ankle up to his crotch. He was still wearing his underwear, but my fingers easily slid into the leg opening and soon I had him back in my hand. I wanted unrestricted access, so I released him and with one hand pulled his shorts off. 

When I got his shorts down to his knees, my hand went back to his stiff penis. Now, I could take his whole penis into my hand and stroke it. 

“Ohhhh, that feels sooooo good!” Joseph moaned.

“Mmmm, you feel sooooo good in my hand.”

He was licking my balls and shaft again. Each time his tongue reached the head of my penis, my body shuddered. I wanted him to take me into his mouth. 

“Please, Joe, suck me into your mouth, pleeeeeeease!” I begged him.

I felt him lift my erection again, and his hot mouth engulfed my cock.

“Yeeessss! Oh please baby, suck my cock into your mouth.” I think I was screaming! It felt sooooo good and it felt so naughty but wonderful at the same time.




A Night to Remember



Then, just as in the movies I had watched, he began to match the movements of his mouth with his hand. He was sucking hard and I heard all of those wonderful sucking, slurping sounds. 

I was really pumping his hardness with my hand. Each time I reached the top of his penis, I ran my thumb across him. His cock-head was getting really slick with pre-cum and I couldn’t believe how fantastic it was to feel him. I was actually having sex with him! 

After a few minutes of being in his mouth and jacking him off, or attempting to. The sounds of our moaning and his slurping got to me. I slid my body to a position that put would put us into a sixty-nine. 

I think the fact that it was very dark in the room helped us with our inhibitions. The second that my face was close enough; I sunk my mouth onto him. My tongue was running over the top of his head and shaft. Each time my mouth reached the contour of the head of his penis, I stopped long enough to enjoy feeling. He wasn’t too big and I could get most of him into my mouth. I could feel the head touched the back of my throat; I smiled inside at the thought of having a man in my mouth. 

The room was filled with the smells of oral sex and with the sounds of slurping and moaning. It was fantastic! 

After a few minutes of our mutual sucking, I got that feeling, which begins in a man’s balls and starts to move up the shaft of his penis. I was going to come if Joe didn’t stop sucking me. I didn’t want to have an orgasm just yet, I wanted it to build and build until I exploded.

Joseph must have sensed this as well because I plopped out of his mouth. 

“I don’t want you to cum in my mouth.” He whispered.

“I was very close and I don’t want to cum yet either.”

“I want you to come, just not in my mouth.” He said. “Do you have any lube?”

I got off the bed and went to the bathroom where my wife keeps the KY jelly. When I returned to the bed, my eyes had to adjust to the dark again. “I can’t see.”

The light suddenly came in the bedroom and I could see my lover on the bed laying there waiting for me. He was beautiful! His chest, stomach, hips and legs were toned and just fantastic! But, what I was focused on was his penis. What an erotic sight and to think I just had him in my mouth! 

“How should we do this?” I asked as I sat on the bed beside him and reached out for him. I had his penis in my hand again and leaned over to put it back into my mouth. I sucked for just a few moments and I felt his hand on me, lightly stroking me.

“I just want you inside me and I don’t want you to use a rubber.”

I came off him to give him my answer, “That’s fine, I trust you and I want to fill you with my cum.”

Joseph smiled, and sat up to kiss me. Our kissing quickly became passionate again. We were moaning into each other’s mouths and our tongues were dancing again. Joseph took the lube from my hand and then took my other hand off his penis. 

He opened the bottle and squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers then he guided my hand between his spread legs. My fingers glided down, over his balls and found his puckered hole. 

I gently spread the silky liquid around his hole and figured that he’d probably need more than that. I took the bottle from him and repositioned myself on my knees and between his legs.

“Lift your legs for me baby.” I whispered my instructions to him.

Joseph’s knees were up against his chest in a second. I moved forward and opened the bottle again. 

I looked down and all I could do was stare at my best friends private areas. He was hard and his penis was leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. His smooth balls were spread flat at the base of his erection. Then I saw the object of my attention. 

His star shaped hole was there for me and only me. I squeezed the liquid onto his balls and watched as it ran down to his hole. I quickly capped the bottle and used my fingers to wipe the fluid from his hole and spread it all around. Then up, over his balls and to his shaft. 

I gave my lover a wicked smile and grabbed the bottle again. This time, I squirted the lube onto his penis and stroked him. I rotated my fist while moving up and down. Each time I got to his head, I squeezed and rotated again. He was moaning and squirming around in pure sexual pleasure. 

I moved a few inches forward to get my penis closer to his hole. I took my penis and pointed it at his hole. Finally touching his puckered star with the tip of my erection, I started to tease him with the head of my penis. I pushed in very slightly, just so he could feel the pressure. Then I pulled back and rubbed it up, down and around in circles.

I kept up the gyrations with my fist on his stiff cock. First stroking up and squeezing, rotating and then slowly back down. I released his penis and stroked his balls, while still teasing his ass with my erection.

“Inside, inside!” He was almost screaming. “I want your cock inside my ass, now! Pleeeeeeease baby, don’t tease me!”

I took my hand from his penis and squirted even more lube onto my own penis. With one hand, I was stroking myself and getting very slippery and with the other, I continued to spread the lube around his hole.

I pressed against his opening with my middle finger. I felt it enter easily, as his greedy ass was almost sucking at my finger. I slid it in all the way and then back out a few times. Then I added another finger, slowly pushing inside, rotating a little and the pulling it back out. Each time I pushed inside him, Joseph raised his ass to take my fingers in as far as possible. Within a few minutes, I had three fingers inside my lover.

When I figured he was ready, I pulled my fingers out. I used the same hand to lube myself even more. I leaned over Joseph who quickly wrapped his legs around me. Our lips met at the exact moment that the head of my penis touched his hole.

We kissed very excitedly and I pushed slightly. I was waiting for some kind of sign that he wasn’t hurting, but none was given. I assumed that his feverish kissing and sucking on my lips and tongue were enough of a sign.

I pushed a little harder and I felt the head of my penis slip inside. I stopped and waited, still no sign of pain.

“Are you okay?” I breathlessly asked.

“No, I want you all the way inside!” He rasped.

I pushed harder and we went back to our kissing. Joseph finally placed his heels on my ass and pulled. I could feel my cock sink into my lover’s ass. He was tight and very hot. It was the tightest thing I have ever felt. 

Joseph stopped kissing me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He whispered into my ear: “It’s hurting now, stay still.” I did as instructed and remained very still for what seemed like hours. 

Then, with no words, Joseph moved his hips back and forth. Soon, he was rotating his hips a little and then he lifted his hips, forcing me further inside.

“Are you okay now?” I whispered.

He pushed me up to see his face and I saw him smiling. I leaned in and kissed him as softly and as erotically as I could. 

“Make love to me Bryant.” 

I pushed in and then pulled out a little, his kissing was harder and more focused. I pushed in and kept pushing until I was completely inside him and my balls were resting on his ass. 

I slowly pulled out about half way and then slid back inside. I kept this up for a long while, very slowly and very deliberate. Then I pulled out as far as I could without leaving him and then slid back inside. Soon, I was moving in and out of him with ease, his muscles relaxed and we were making love. 

It was the most passionate love making session I had ever had. But soon the passion gave in to lust for both of us. 

Joseph pushed me up by my shoulders and reached down and raised his legs to his chest. This put me into a position to thrust. I took over holding his legs up, I let them fall a little, so I wouldn’t be leaning over him so much. 

When his body was in the right position, I slid in and out. Each thrust I moved a little faster until I was shortly slamming my cock into him. My thighs and hips were slapping against his ass cheeks and my balls were slapping against the upper portion of his ass.

I looked down at his still hard cock and I could see his balls sliding back and forth in their sack. What an incredible sight! To see my erection sliding in and out of his ass and to watch his balls moving around, I started to reach the threshold.

Once again, Joseph sensed my pending orgasm. He reached down to quickly and purposefuly jack himself off.

“Ohhhh, Bryant, fuck my ass!”

“Ohhhh, ah, ah, yeah, I’m going to cum!” I moaned.

“Yeeessss, please fill me up!”

Once again, I did as instructed and exploded inside my best friend’s ass. When he felt me filling his body with my hot sperm, Joseph exploded too. He came in torrents, the first shot landed on his chin and then his chest and stomach.

He looked so fantastic when he came. I could see it all over his face that he’d had a great orgasm.

When my own orgasm died down, I gently lay on top of him again. I wanted to feel his sperm between us. I licked out with my tongue and took his seed from his chin into my mouth and we kissed very gently and very lovingly.

We lay there, silent and spent while my erection faded and slipped out of him.

“Mmmm, that was sooooo good.”



A Night To Remember



After midnight we began to tire of the old bar scene. Anthony suggested a strip club just for fun. Of course, I was reluctant after my last experience at a strip club but I accepted the offer and off we went. I had only been in a strip club twice so Anthony picked one of the more classy and expensive ones around so it would be a better experience and he knew my friend Heather worked there.

The place was packed already and we grabbed a table that was left. We sipped on a few beers while waiting for the next set to start. We watched some of the on stage dancers. We started comparing which ones were better. Anthony would "accidentally" brush my nipples or let his hand drift close to my crotch. The alcohol was having an effect. I squirmed from his touch and began to softly moan. A few dancers asked us to come up to the stage, but I was still a little reluctant and I turned them down. Anthony told me we should go up for one dance that this place was classy and he wanted me to see this, so I agreed.

We watched several of the girls and picked out one we both liked. As the stripper ended her set, Heather caught our eye. She was up next. We decided this would be the best one to go up to mainly because we discussed before that I thought Heather was hot and Anthony agreed.

Heather started dancing directly above us. Anthony was loving this and getting quite horny. He was getting quite brave cause the next thing I knew he moved his hand under my shirt. I offered no protest, and I just gave him a sneaky sexy smile. I was really getting into this when Heather dropped to her knees and removed her top. Her breasts were like 38D and she rubbed them all over right there for our view.

Heather must have saw what Anthony was up to. Heather moved closer to me. Heather preceded to push her tits in my face and rubbed her nipples across my lips. Damn I could not help myself. I had to lick one of her nipples. Our eyes locked and she knew what I had wanted to do to her all these months. Heather had my full attention now. She stood over us again gyrating and rubbing, with a little gleam in her eye knowing now.

Heather was going try to get to me now that she knew. She slid her thong off and gestured for me to help her. I was more than willing so I could see what her sweet pussy looked like. Heather bent over and gave us full rear view before getting down and leaning back. She started rubbing her pussy right there in front of us. Her set was about over and she leaned in and whispered to us that we could see the rest when she see gets off tonight. She leaned to me and gave me a passionate kiss I almost fell off my chair.

We had always wanted to try out a threesome. But finding that third partner was a chore, she had to be just right, I would not just accept any women. Now was our chance. Heather came over to the table after she got changes and asked if were ready.

I thought we would never get home. We shared some idle chit chat but we all knew what was going to happen when we got back to the house. I was so wet just thinking of the possibilities.

When we got home I put on some music. I asked Anthony to get us some beers. You could feel the heat building in that room. Before we know it, we're all up dancing, totally relaxed. The room dimly lit with scented candles, creating an erotic atmosphere.

We have finished our beers, and its effects have warmed us all, adding to the relaxed atmosphere. 

"Come and dance with me." Heather said as she grabbed my hand. Soon we were grinding together. Heather's hands worked their way under my skirt. I could not help but smile as I could feel one of her fingers enter my wet pussy.

Anthony joined us. He stood behind me, pressing his cock against my ass, his hands rubbing my stomach, working his way up to my tits, driving me wild. I eventually could not take much more so I suggested we move to the bedroom. I was so ready to start this.

I diverted Anthony into a chair we had placed in front of the bed, instructing him to watch. "You cannot touch either of us or yourself, until I say you can!" 

I wanted to see him fuck Heather, fuck her like she had never been fucked before, but first I wanted to taste her. Lying Heather on the bed, I started to kiss her sexy body. We were all buzzing pretty good, but Heather turned me on so much. I slowly start to glide down her body, briefly stopping to suck and nibble on her tits before moving down towards your wet and ready pussy. I slid her panties to the side and began to lick her pussy.

I teasingly spread the lips of her pussy and began softly licking all along the slit, from bottom to top. I then begin flicking my tongue against her clit, driving her wild. As her body started reacting to my tongue she squirmed in desire. I stuck my finger deep inside her pussy and began to pump it in and out. She moaned loud, arching her back. Anthony was rock hard watching us together. I wanted to give him the show of his life. 

I slid two fingers inside her pussy and fucked her hard. She began to pinch her nipples, caressing her body down to her stomach. Heather grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my face on her pussy harder. I sucked her clit and fucked her harder. She was moaning louder every time I thrust my fingers inside her.

"Oh God, oh God I'm going to cum. Don't stop, don't stop! Ooohh god!" She was breathing so hard, arching her back and moaning loud. Just as she was about to cum, I dove my tongue as deep in her pussy as I could get. Mmmmmm she tasted so good. 

“Enjoying the show?” I said with a mischievous grin.

He nodded and licked his lips

I thought by now Anthony needed a little attention. She looked at Anthony, then at me. I told her to go ahead if she wanted to. She got up and knelt down between Anthony's legs. Sliding his boxers down, she began to lick the head of his cock. Down his shaft, sucking on each of his balls, then back up to his cock sucking it hard.

"I want you to cum down the back of my throat. Mmmmmm! I love your cock and I can't wait to taste your girlfriend's beautiful pussy." I could tell Anthony was getting close so I moved beside Heather and began licking his balls while she sucked his cock. Anthony grabbed a handful of hair from each of us. 

He pushed Heather down on his cock and moaned, "Don't stop, I'm going to cum in your sweet mouth. Oh yeah. Just like that. " He moaned louder as he began to shoot warm loads of cum down her throat. "Oh, you like that? Don't you?" 

"Uh-huh, I love it!" she said licking the remaining cum off her lips. She kissed me so we could share his cum. God, I do not think I ever have been this turned on. 

Anthony was rock hard watching very soon from watching me and Heather kissing. I got up and motioned for him to take her. He thrust his hard cock into her wet pussy. Her pussy was wet with her juices and my saliva. I watched as he fucked her harder and harder. I was so excited seeing this that I got out my dildo and started to fuck my own pussy in rhythm to their fucking. Anthony knew I was close to cumming, so he suggested a switch. He wanted to see Heather fuck me with her tongue. 

Heather got down between my legs and licked me from the top of my slit all the way to my ass; I was squirming with joy. Slowly up and down my slit she licked, pausing at my clit to nibble it between her teeth very gently. Between my moans, I told Anthony to take her from behind. I wanted him to fuck her while she was going down on me. As soon as he entered her wet pussy from behind, she was moaning into me, licking me faster and faster, paying more attention to my clit. I knew we were both going to cum any minute. Anthony started pushing into her harder, making her face go into my pussy harder, and all at once we all came. Anthony filled her sweet pussy with his cum, as I came in Heather's mouth, I looked down and I could see her juices and his flowing down her legs. 

"Lets switch" I moaned. "I want to get fucked now!" I then got on my hands and knees and Anthony stood at the end of the bed, behind me. Heather started rubbing her clit as he started pounding me. I leaned down and started licking her pussy. Swirling my tongue around her clit. God it felt incredible. I was moaning louder with every thrust from Anthony. He slapped my ass hard several times. I squealed every time his hand came down. I was nibbling her clit very lightly, finger fucking her pussy so hard.

"I'm going to cum" I screamed "Ooohhh God! Don't stop baby. Fuck me harder. Oh ya." I moaned louder than ever as I felt waves of my orgasm.

As Heather began to climax again, she let out a scream, "Oh yeah, fuck that pussy! Harder. Make her take it. Give that pussy what it needs." He was fucking me harder than I thought was possible. Holding me by my hips, thrusting with all his strength. 

I could tell that Anthony was getting close. He was using all his strength to please me. Fucking me harder than he had ever had. I was enjoying every second and hoped that the both of them were having fun as well. We were all breathing hard, Anthony was grunting louder with every thrust. He told me to get on my hands and knees beside Heather. "I want to take turns fucking both of you." 

He pulled his dick out of my pussy "Do you want me to fuck that sweet pussy or that tight little asshole?" He asked as he gave her ass smack. 

"Oohh fuck my ass. You'll love it, I promise. Please I want that cock in my ass so bad." 

"Tell Dee how much you like it." He said being rough with her. Jerking her head back by her hair and smacking her ass. 

"Oh Dee it feels so good."

He quickly pulled out and stuffed his cock into my pussy. Holding me by the waist as I started kissing Heather. She got under me and started nibbling and sucking my tits. That was all I could take. She grabbed my ass and began to dig her nails into my flesh. He kept thrusting harder and harder. "I love fucking that tight pussy. You love it to don't you." 

I screamed as my orgasm rippled through my body. "Oh God. I'm cumming!" 

That was a night to remember for all of us. But it was not the last night we would all share together we all agreed wholeheartedly on that one.



A Night To Remember



Ken and Kathy were camping with their three kids, a boy 15 and girls 13 and 11 at the lake next to Jim and Joan and their son 14 and daughter 11. By Saturday afternoon the two families were getting acquainted. The adults were water skiing on one boat while the kids were off on the other. 

Saturday evening they got together for dinner then sat around the camp fire. They live about 160 miles from each other. They made planes to camp together again in three weeks. This time they shared a camp site. Everyone from both families really got alone fine. Plans were made to spend The weekend before the Fourth of July at Ken and Kathy’s house. Jim, Joan and the kids arrived around nine Friday evening. 

Saturday afternoon the boys begged to stay the night with a friend who lives across town while the girls said they wanted to stay over night at a slumber party at one of their friends houses. The boys were picked up and Ken and Jim dropped the girls off getting back to Kens place around Six. 

Walking in the front door, Ken immediately embraced Kathy and gave her a very passionate kiss. Jim stood there watching them, surprised. It was a very hot seen. It had been a very long time since he’d seen a couple engaging in as hot and sexy a kiss. Ken looked at Jim, then Joan. I hope, we’re not embarrassing you. No, they answered, a little to quickly, a little to emphatically. Everyone laughed. Well then? Kathy questioned, before again pressing her open mouth to her husbands. Jim took Joan into his arms and kissed her, stiffly at first, but soon got into it. It was strange, but fascinating to be kissing, while another couple was kissing right next to them. Jim was really getting turned on. A glance showed Ken had his hands on Kathy’s ass, pulling her willing body to his. Jim lowered his hands to his wife’s hart shaped ass and pressed his hardening cock to her abdomen. Her neck bent back as he work his tong in her mouth. After awhile he realized they were watching. He brakes the deep kiss and steps back. Wow, That was hot, he said, to a round of laughter. Yes, they agreed. Hot, Kathy said, fanning her crotch area. They roared with laugher.

They Barbecued stakes and ate on the patio enjoying the warm evening with Pictures of Margaritas. They’re beginning to feel the Tequila, losing their inhibitions. Sitting on the bench across the table Ken and Kathy kiss deeply, openly fondling each other. His hands caressing her large breasts. Taking the cue, Jim pulls Joan close and kisses her long and deep, caressing her ass with one hand and her tits with the other. She seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. He could feel her hard nipples throe her bra. The friends caressing just across the table from each other added to the heat building in each of the couples. They tried to make conversation, but it was frequently interrupted by progressively longer more fervent petting. 

Breaking a deep kiss and pulling Kens hand from between her legs, Kathy said, I was going to show them the clothes I bought yesterday. It was decided that she should put on a fashion show. Ken and Jim headed for the living room while the women headed to the master bedroom so Kathy could change into the new clothes. That was getting very intense, Jim told Ken. Wouldn’t have taken much more of that, and we would have had to excuse ourselves. Ken protested that they needn't be embarrassed nor excuse themselves. Ye, we would have, unless to want to watch us get carried away, Jim told him. Ken laughed at that.

Soon Kathy was prancing around the living room in a business suit while Joan acted as announcer, describing the outfit. Next was a house dress followed by a very nice evening gown. Then she came back wearing a knee length skirt and blouse. Hey, That’s not a new blouse, no fair, Ken said. I don’t have a new blouse. Should I wear just the skirt? Why not? We’re friends. She looked at Joan, who nodded. She glanced at Jim, then, looking straight into Kens eyes, slowly removed the blouse. That’s not a new bra either, Ken laughed. No, it’s not, but I am not taking my bra off. Jim was hopping she would and tried to hide his disappointment, he’d seen her in a bikini that was skimpier than the bra. 

Honey, Why don’t you model the negligee I bought for your birthday? Ken asked. I can’t do that, It’s way to shear. Anything under it would show and look funny, It’d show way too much of me. Besides, it’s not new. That’s OK, it’s nearly new and besides, you look very good in it, it’s a shame that only I get to see you in it. Pleas, Pretty Pleas, model it for our friends. Well, I don’t know, she stammered, I’d be practically naked. Jim wondered if he should ask her to put it on, but just then, Joan said, Oh, come on, its OK, she encouraged her, it’s OK. Show us, we promise we’ll look. You’ll look, won’t you, Jim? she laughed. Yes, I really, really want to see it, Pleas put it on, Jim begged her. There, you see, Joan said, we all want you to model it for us. Well, OK then, she reluctantly agreed, but you’ll have to dim the lights so you can’t see so much. As soon as they went back to the bed room Ken got up and lowered the lights, then got a large flashlight from the kitchen. Returning to his seat, He placed flashlight next him and put a finger to his lips as a signal for Jim to keep quite.

Joan returned grinning from ear to ear, and with an exaggerates sweep of her arm she announced, Here’s Kathy. Kathy is very attractive. Jim’s seen her in a bikini, so he knew she had large breasts, but, he was unprepared for the absolutely, stunningly, beautiful woman who walked into the room wearing a button up the front very shear white negligee. In the few minutes they’d been gone, they’d combed her long dark hair so it hung down her back and applied sexy make up. She looked like a model in a men’s magazine . She’s 36, 5-5 about 150 lbs.

When Ken shined the powerful light on her, She was startled, like a dear caught in head lights, but did not bolt. The white lace garment all but disappeared. She glanced at Joan, who smiled and nodded. She smiled at Ken then began posing like a model, holding each position for a few seconds then striking another. Her beasts are like a couple of honey-dew melons, with large dark pink areolas and large nipples. Her shaved pussy, with its dark pink slit was clearly visible. Her waist’s thicker and her butt is fuller, than Joan’s. Her nicely shaped legs tapered from her full round butt to small ankles. She’s the first nude woman, besides Joan, Jim’s seen in a long, long time. he could not stop himself from staring, his mouth hanging open, licking his lips. Thinking, Absolutely beautiful.

See, we’ve shocked him. I was afraid of that, Kathy said, pointing at Jim. Yes, it appears we have, Joan laughed, look, he’s licking his lips. I think he wants to eat you up. Seemed she was enjoying this. She wasn’t at all upset that Jim was drooling over their nearly nude friend. Ken obviously was enjoying watching his wife exhibiting herself. He began directing her, like a photographer. Put your hands under your tits, now lift your tits, she did. Spread your legs, he called, pointing the light at her crotch. She did, exposing her large pussy lips. 

Taking Joan’s hand Kathy said, now, it’s your turn to model this. Joan glanced at her husband who nodded letting her know it was alright with him, if she wanted to. They headed to the bedroom. 

Wow, That was something. She’s beautiful, Jim sighed. Ken smiled broadly. I’m glad you like. I think she’s very beautiful and extremely sexy. I’m glad you agree. Jim tried to think of something to say besides, I want to eat and fuck her, but that’s all he could think, and he did not want to say that, so he said nothing. Ken broke the silence, Can’t wait to see Joan in that. It dawned on Jim that his wife would soon be wearing the negligee. Soon Ken would be drooling over his nearly nude wife the way he had drooled over Kathy. Jim hopped Joan would pose the way Kathy had. He knew Ken would be as turned on by Joan as he had been by Kathy. 

Kathy returned wearing a modest night gown. With, a sweep of her arm she announced, Here’s Joan. Joan’s always been beautiful, but at 35, She’s become a truly gorgeous woman. Her golden hair frames an angelic face. She’s 5-9, 145 lbs. Although she’s had two kids, she enjoys an athletic build with a thin torso and broad shoulders, and her breasts are the size of baseballs and nearly as firm, with large nipples. Her small waist flares to perfect hips and a super nice hart shaped ass supported by long thin finely tapered legs. There is a distinct contrast between the bronzed tan of the exposed skin and the creamy milk white skin where her bikini blocks the sun.

When Ken turned on the spot light, the shear cloth disappeared. She obviously is enjoying displaying her nudity. Her light pink half-inch diameter, half-inch long nipples are standing at attention. The pink lips of her pussy are slightly open, wetness clearly visible on the sparse, soft blond pubic hair. Wow, Ken almost moaned. Isn’t she beautiful? Kathy asked. When she stripped a few moments ago, her beauty almost took my breath away. Ken starred, in a trance, pointing the flashlight at her. She puts her hands to the back of her head and slowly turns around, then bends from the waist placing her hands on the floor showing her perfect butt, then she spreads her legs wide, looking between her wide spread feet, her ass and pussy now below the thin material open for them to see. Kathy took her hand and slowly stood her up, then slowly unbuttoned the negligee, then stepping behind her, she slowly removed it. She’s standing facing Ken and Jim, only a couple feet away, wearing only a smile. Now we’ve shocked Ken, Kathy laughed. And Jim, Joan added.

Jim was numb. He knew his wife was no prude, but, only a few men had seen her nude. He gazed at her perfect body and glanced at Ken. Thinking, does Ken make the 4th or 5th, maybe the sixth, let me think. He tries to put a name to each man who has seen her in all her naked beauty and glory. Me and John of course, and Bill and Chuck and, and, hum. His thoughts are interrupted by the women. 

They’re saying, NO FAIR. We’ve gotten totally nude and you’re still dressed. It’s your turn to put on a show. I am not putting that on, Ken said laughing, pointing at the negligee. Well, I think you two should just take everything off and model your naked bodies, Kathy said. Well at the very least you should model your Speedos or something, Joan said. Well its only fair Ken said, after all you two certainly put on quite a show for us. What do you say Jim? Well, I did not bring anything, I mean, he stammered. Don’t worry, I have something they’ll want us to model, Ken said, pulling Jim down the hall.

Ken quickly removed his clothes. Jim could not keep from looking at Kens bare ass as he rummaged throe a drawer while Jim slowly removed his clothes. When Ken turned around, Jim gasped. He’d never seen a cock so big. Jim must have been staring because Ken glanced down at his hard cock then looked at Jims. Yours is nice, he said, boldly gazing at Jims hard 7 inches. Kathy will love it. That startled Jim, What did he mean, Kathy will love it. Staring at the giant cock, Jim couldn’t find his voice. He pointed at it, How, he stammered. How big? It’s over nine inches long, and almost six inches around Ken told him matter of factly. Kathy was a virgin, we had a hard time getting it in at first, but now she loves it. However, she says she sometimes wishes it were smaller so she could deep throat it and takes it in the ass. She also says she would like to be able to squeezes down on a smaller cock and milk it with her pussy muscles. We often talk about her having sex with a guy with a smaller cock. We have a dildo about the size of your cock, and she loves it. We pretend its real, she deep throats it, practices squeezing it in her vagina. She loves it when I fuck her in the ass with it, I could never get this in they’re, he said, holding his huge cock. She loves fucking the dildo and especially loves taking up her tight little ass. She’d love to have a real cock all the way into her ass hole. Jim’s only known this guy a few weeks, yet, tonight they’ve seen each others wives nude and are standing nude talking about sex like he’s only talked with his best friend, Bill. 

Jim? Ken’s suddenly very serious, Kathy and I have a fantasy. In our fantasy a couple watch us make love, then, we watch them make love. Jim must have looked as shocked as he was. Hesitantly, Ken continued, I didn’t mean to spring it on you like this. Kathy and I have talked about you and Joan possibly being the ones, but we intended to get to know you better, to feel you out about the subject. We didn’t expect an opportunity so soon, I mean, you know, that the kids wouldn’t be here, that we’d be alone. I mean we’re hopping you’re interested. If you’re not, forget I brought it up, I mean, it’s not necessary. We don’t want this to spoil our friendship. 

Yes, Jim almost shouted, yes I’m interested. That’s one of my favorite fantasies. She may be willing. We’ve talked about it, never thought we’d do it. After the kissing, the fondling and the nudity, how much more could it be for us to watch you make love, or you watch us for that matter. I will ask her, I hope she’ll agree. They put on the satin briefs, but with Kens hard cock reaching above his navel and Jims nearly reaching his navel they did not begin to cover their hard-ons, so they put boxer shorts over the briefs.

In the living room the women had put out coffee and shacks. When they walked in Joan took Jims hand saying, We need to talk and led him down the hall. Kathy and Ken want to put on a sex show for us, then they want us to let them watch us have sex. What do you think? Jim took her into his arms, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. Sounds good. When ever they start, we will watch Jim answered, they kiss deeply. Wait till you see his cock, Jim whispers. Kathy says it’s big, Joan said, hugging him. Big, is only the half of it, you’ll see, it’s huge. I want you to know, it’s OK with me if you want to touch it, I mean, I understand, I wanted to touch it myself. They kiss deeply. Caressing her butt, he pulls her crotch to his ragging hard-on. He’s about to fuck her standing right there in the hall. Maybe, She whispers, you’ll finally get to watch. 

Those words nearly caused him to shoot his cum. He’s asked her many times to suck a cock while he watched. When she told him, just before they married, that she had sucked John’s cock, he found, to his surprise, it was extremely arousing. He asked for details and found the more details she gave, the hotter he’d get. John was her high school boy friend, they’d get nude and he’d finger fuck her to orgasm and she’d suck his cock till he came into her mouth. The more he thought about it, the more arousing the thoughts became. Johns cock in her mouth is like a porn movie playing in Jims head. Before long he asked her, then begged her, to let him watch while she sucked Johns cock. 

Shortly after they married Joan got drunk at a party and told John that Jim knew she had sucked his cock, and that he wanted to watch her suck it again, he refused. She told Jim that John had refused and they both took him aside and begged him, she kissed him and told him that if he would let her suck him while her husband watched, he could then fuck her, but he seemed discussed and said no. Since then Jim has asked her to suck and maybe fuck other guys, including his best friend Bill, and their friend Chuck, but she’d have nothing to do with that. Saying she’d suck John if he wanted her to, because, after all, she already had, but not another guy. For awhile the thought of watching his wife suck and fuck another guy was almost an obsession. 

About six years ago, they and Bill and Chuck, went out and ended up at a strip club. When they got back to their house Joan was pretty drunk and the guys talked her into stripping for them. After that they got naked together a few more times and Jim tried and tried to talk her into sucking and fucking one or both of them, but she would not. For the last few years he’s only occasionally jacked off to the fantasy. Now, she’s hinting that maybe she’ll suck Ken’s massive cock. Jim could only hope so.

Hey you two, don’t start without us, the coffee’s getting cold, Ken called. Well we are getting hot enough to heat it up, Jim answered, bringing much laughter. They sat in the dinning room drinking coffee and eating snacks. Why’s Joan the only one nude? Kathy asked, standing to remove her night gown. Jim had nearly forgotten Joan was nude, it seemed so natural. Ken and Jim stared at the two naked women. 

Why are you guys dressed? Jim glanced at Ken, then stood and slid the boxer shorts down making sure his hard cock was not showing above the briefs. Sexy, said Kathy. Now, your turn big boy, she said, turning to her husband. Ken stood and slid the boxers down. His cock stood at least 5 inches above the waist band of his briefs, his huge balls making a large bulge in the thin material between his legs. Joan gasped. She was not prepared for the size of it, even thou Kathy and Jim had both told her. Isn’t that nice, Kathy almost sighed. Now show Joan the rest of it. He slid the briefs off. His cock’s standing at a forty-five degree angle above huge balls. Joan stares at it. 

OK, your turn, Kathy said. Jim is reluctant to let her see his cock because it is only three-fourth the size of Kens. He remain sitting next to Joan while slipping off the briefs, his hard-on is standing strait up. Beautiful, Kathy says, May I touch it? Sure, Joan answered for her husband, if I can touch Kens. Be my guest Kathy smiled, only thing is, I want to see you do it.

Ken moved to stand next to his wife directly in front of Joan. Kathy reached out and took Jims cock in her hand, but watch intently, as Joan slowly reached out and stroked Ken’s massive tool. She stroked it softly over its entire length, then wrapped her fingers around it, then she wrapped her other hand around it as thou trying to gage its size. She slowly slid her hand down and cupped his balls, then wrapped her hand around the head. Looking at Kathy she asked, How in the hell do you ever get this inside of you. Kathy laughed, wasn’t easy at first, but now I can take it all, and love it. I bet, Joan said absently, gazing at the hard cock in her hands. They laughed, Joan stammered, I mean, I mean. Ye, we know what you mean, Kathy said. For the first time that night, Joan turned beet red. Jim wondered If he really knew what she meant, or if he was just wishing that she wanted to have it in her.

Looking at Joan, Kathy asked. Would you mine if I try to deep throat him, Not at all, Joan said, as long as it’s just an experiment. Kneeling, she kissed the head of Jims cock, licking it, she smeared the leaking pre cum over the head, then took it into her mouth, slowly she worked more of it in until her nose was pressing into his belly. She swallowed repeatedly. The combination of his cock deep in her throat and watching Joan stroke Kens cock was too much, with out any warning he shot his load. She swallowed every drop. When he had finally pumped it all, she let his cock slowly slip from her mouth. Yes, Yes, I can she said in triumph. Ken, saying good job, leaned down and kissed her, licking Jims cum from her mouth. Jim tries to catch his breath. He’s embarrassed to have shot his load without warning her. Sorry, he offers. Don’t be, I wanted it, she says. Joan and Ken say in unison, That was so hot. Showing that what had just happened was OK with them.

Joan had not let lose of Kens cock. Now gazing at it, she asks, may I? Of course, Kathy answered. Jim watched intently as she leaned forward and kissed it, then began sucking on the area where the bottom of his giant opening met the sensitive skin under the massive head. Large amounts of pre-cum coated her lips and nose. She took the head into her mouth. The site almost made Jim cum again. He had waited so long to see his wife suck another cock and now it’s happening just inches from his eyes and it’s even more of a turn on than in his fantasy. She slowly let it slip out. Taking this, will require a lot of practice, she said. They laughed. She went right back, this time taking nearly 6 inches. Ken shouted, I’m going to cum. The first massive spurt chocked her and she pulled back. The next one hit her chin. The rest of his load shoot into her open mouth. When he finally stopped she turned with her mouth open so her husband could see. He put his mouth to hers, sucking the cum from her tong. She’s fed him his own cum this way, but this was so much more intense. A small amount of cum spurted from his cock, as he climaxed again.




A Night to Remember



I met him one night when I decided to take some down time and drove out to the point, parking and watching the sunset. It had been a long week so I needed some time to myself. As I watched the last of the suns rays dive down below the horizon, I noticed a car pull into the parking area and watched it, not really knowing why. It was driving slowly as if the driver was looking for something. It circled the lot then came back in my direction. Now I was watching it because my curiosity was aroused. I wondered what he was up to and I didn’t have long to wait to find out.

The car pulled in to the parking stall right next to mine and the driver looked over at me with a smile on his face. I nodded and looked back at the disappearing light. When I looked back, the driver had gotten out of his car and was changing clothes right between his car and mine. I couldn’t help but look as he straightened up. He was totally naked and just standing still between the cars as if he was waiting for something. I couldn’t see his head above the roof but I could see everything else he had and I must admit, I was impressed.

He was well built and his cock hung down between his legs, it being longer than anything I had ever seen before. As I watched him, he seemed to be showing himself to me for whatever reason and my cock started to tingle a little. He seemed so natural as he stood there, letting me look at him. He must have known I would be as he turned towards me so I got a full frontal view. He stood there for a few minutes and then turned around, leaning on his car, extending his ass out towards me. Again, I admired his shape, his buns smooth and firm and as he ran his hand slowly over his ass, he drew his cheeks apart just enough so I could catch a glimpse of his hole.

It was a warm evening and I started to sweat as I continued looking at this man’s body being shown to me in such an open manner. I felt a trickle of sweat run down between my legs and the tickle spurred my cock to grow even more. Somehow, this man had mesmerized me and I couldn’t take my eyes off his naked form. Finally, as another car came into the parking lot at the far end, its headlights shining brightly, he moved so the glare of the lights caught him. Seeing him in the dim light, I noticed his cock was now semi erect and it was starting to rise even more as I watched. He reached down with his hand and wrapped it around himself, slowly rubbing up and down his length as it grew harder.

He ran his hand up and down himself a few more times and then turned so his erection was pointing straight at me. I noticed the wetness on the tip of his cock and he wiped it off, raising his hand out of my sight after doing so. By now, I was fully erect and my cock was straining against the fabric of my pants. I still couldn’t take my eyes off his erection as he stood and let me admire him in the cooling air. He waited until the car had parked and its lights were turned out. He walked around to my side of the car, still totally naked, his erection swaying as he walked. He came right up to my open window and stopped, his hard cock inches from my face as I sat watching it come closer and closer. 

“You like what you see?” he asked, in a deep raspy voice.

I just nodded but I’m not sure if he could see my reaction or not.

“If you like it so much, why don’t you touch it?” he asked in a low voice.

I slowly reached out and touched my first cock other than my own and felt its head. 

“That’s it, take it in your hand and rub it a little,” he said, moving closer to give me better access to his length. I ran my hand up and down his length as he groaned softly at my touch.

“You have a soft touch,” he said after a few minutes. “I wonder how your hot mouth would feel wrapped around me.”

I wondered too as I pulled his hard cock closer to my mouth, opening my lips and surrounding his head, gently sucking on it.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Suck it,” he said through gritted teeth, a slow breath escaping from him as I tongued him. “Take as much as you can into your mouth,” he continued, moving so I didn’t have to bend out the window as much. “Take it all.”

He pushed the head as far back into my mouth as he could and I almost gagged when it hit the back of my throat. I reached up and held him with my hand as I continued sucking and licking him while he led me on.

“Yes, suck it. That’s it. Suck me harder.”

I did as he said and sucked on it as hard as I could, making him groan more and more. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned down to look at me. 

“You like my ass too, don’t you,” he said, looking down at my straining cock. “Would you like to lick it too?”

Without another word, he turned around and thrust his ass at me, spreading his cheeks apart with his hands. All I could see was the whiteness of his cheeks and hands but I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out, touching his hole tentatively.

“Oh yeah, lick it,” he said. “Lick it and suck it.”

I ran my tongue up and down his crack as he pushed his ass at me. I found his hole and probed with the tip of my tongue, pushing against his opening. Suddenly, to my surprise, my tongue entered his ass and I found my tongue surrounded by hot, soft skin. I can’t describe the feeling but I extended my tongue as far as I could, trying to get deeper into him as he pushed against me, trying to help me. I used my tongue like a small cock and fucked his ass with it. He was groaning louder now and soon I felt him start to move away as the cool air hit my hot, sweaty face.

“Um, that felt good,” he said turning around to face me again. “Would you like to do something else to my ass?” 

He hesitated, watching my face.

“Would you like to fuck my ass?” he asked.

For the first time I looked up at him and found myself looking into the eyes of a complete stranger. One who was offering me his ass to fuck. 

“Yes,” I answered softly. “I’d like to fuck your ass.”

“Well, come on then. I know just the place,” he said starting to walk away from the car.

I followed him with my eyes until I could hardly see him in the darkness then I got out of my car and followed him. He rounded some trees and stopped, waiting for me. I caught up to him and he reached out and grabbed my hard cock, right through my pants.

“Hmm, I think you’ll do just fine,” he said, quickly reaching for and undoing my pants. 

They were down around my ankles in no time and he helped me take my shirt off too. I stepped out of my pants and stood looking at him, completely naked, my hard cock sticking straight out at him. He reached out and wrapped his hand around my cock and I could see the grin on his face.

“You’re more than I expected,” he said, moving closer to me until I could feel his breath against my cheek.

”I think you’ll fuck me really good,” he said as he moved back a bit and bent over, his ass pointed at me, his cheeks open.

“First get me nice and wet,” he said, pushing his ass at me some more.

I leaned down and started tonguing his crack and around his hole, slobbering all over him, getting him as wet as I could. After a few minutes, I stood up and moved towards him, guiding my cock towards his hole. I thrust my hips forward and entered him easily, right to the hilt, my balls resting against his ass.

“Oh yeah, fuck me stud,” he said as I started to move in and out of him. “Fuck me good.”

My balls slapped against his cheeks every time I thrust fully into him and I ground myself against him, trying to get further inside him. I pounded away at him for what seemed like a long time before I felt the familiar feeling starting in my balls.

“I’m coming,” I almost yelled as my balls slapped his ass one more time. “I’m coming,” I grunted as I exploded deep inside his canal, sending waves of hot, sticky come up into him.

He groaned when he felt my cock spurt the first wave of come and pushed back against me as I held myself tight to his ass, pumping my load into him. My legs started to shake and I thought, for a moment, that I was going to fall but I held myself up against him for support. Finally after emptying my balls into him, I started to pull out of him as he groaned and moaned beneath me. Finally, my head popped out of him and I fell back on the grass, panting and trying to catch my breath as he slumped forward onto his knees.

“That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time,’” he said after a few more minutes. “Anytime you want my ass, you can have it.”

I nodded and started to gather up my clothes. He didn’t move but watched me as I dressed. When I finished and turned to leave, he held out his hand and I helped him to his feet. Our mouths met briefly in a fleeting kiss and I turned and walked away. By the time I got back to my car, my head was spinning and I looked back to see if he was coming but he wasn’t there. I sat in my car for a few minutes, waiting for him but he never came so I left, my head, still a daze of thoughts as I drove out of the parking lot.

I thought about it all night and couldn’t get over how it felt to fuck a man up his ass. How tight it was and how erotic it seemed. The whole thing seemed so unreal. I went back many times to the parking lot after that but I never saw him again. Maybe some day, I’ll see him on the street since I know that ass so well. Until then, I’ll keep going back to the parking lot and hoping he comes too.



A Night To Remember



Like many other men, I had long entertained the idea of watching my wife being taken by another man. I probably got the idea from a swinger’s magazine. We had never been involved in any sexual activity outside of our marriage and although I had mentioned my fantasy to my wife, she had always been consistent in her response, which was negative. We were both 26 years old at the time and had been married for about six years. My wife, Barbra, had been somewhat overweight in her teen years but had worked hard to lose the excess weight and had maintained her figure through two pregnancies. She had medium length blonde hair, weighed about 112 pounds with very pert 32 inch breasts and was 5 feet tall. Her nipples were about the size of half dollars and with a little attention would erect to about 3/4 of an inch. Her body was very firm with an ass that was pure heaven. Whenever we went to our favorite watering hole she often received a lot of attention from our male friends, both married and single. That was where we met Bill, a fellow who worked with her brother. Bill was about 6 feet 2 inches tall with a slender frame and was quite good looking. He was reputedly a real good “lover” and seducer of women. Whenever we went to our favorite club, which was just about every Friday night, he would usually be there. Over a period of months we became very friendly. Bill always made it a point to spend time with my wife and have a few dances with her. He was always a gentleman and it was probably this that attracted Barbara to him. 

We occasionally held parties in our finished basement and we always invited Bill. It was after one of these parties that my wife told me that “He could put his shoes under my bed anytime”. I know that she had consumed a fair amount of drinks that night but was still surprised to hear my usually modest and private wife make a statement like that. Needless to say, it got me thinking about how I could make my fantasy become reality.

About 2 months passed and we decided to have another party on the Independence day weekend. We had about 30 people and the liquor flowed freely. Bill and Barbra spent quite a bit of time together and he held her tightly when they danced. In the dim light I watched as he lowered his head whispered something to hear. She immediately raised her head and they became locked in a kiss. I became both jealous and excited at the same time. I knew then that he had found her receptive to his attention and was going to see how far she would let him go. At a later point I lost sight of them for a few minutes and then saw them return from the unfinished part of the basement. I knew that they didn’t have time to do much but I was positive that they did something. 

The party started to wind down at about 2 a.m. and finally there were just the 3 of us. Surprisingly Bill thanked us and said that he would be on his way. Barbra went upstairs to the bathroom leaving Bill and myself alone. I took the opportunity to ask Bill if he would like to see if we could talk Barbra into a game of strip poker. I knew what his answer would be. At that point I went upstairs and met my wife as she exited the bathroom. I put my arms around her and asked her if she would like to be adventurous and play strip poker with Bill and I. She pondered my question for a moment and then said “why not!”.

We sat in a circle on the carpeted floor of the basement and started dealing. Bill and I both lost the first few hands and were quickly down to our pants. Barbra finally lost a hand. She was dressed in a silver jump suit and was wearing only bra and panties underneath. She stood up, unzipped the jump suit, stepped out of it and sat down. I lost my pants next and on the very next hand lost my last piece of clothing. Bill then lost his pants and was down to his underwear. Barbra lost the next hand and removed her bra. Here was my wife exposing her breasts to another man for the first time. Bill and I both stared momentarily at her erect nipples. When she lost the next hand, she stood and removed her panties. Now she was totally nude in front of another man for the first time. Bill then stood up and removed his underwear stating that he didn’t want her to feel self-conscious. He revealed a semi-rigid cock that was at least half again as big as mine and I was proud of my 6 plus inches. My cock was at full mast and still paled in comparison to his. I had never seen a cock that big and judging from the way Barbra was staring at it, she had never seen one like it before.

I leaned towards my wife, put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her as I lowered her to the floor. She responded by grinding her lips against mine as our tongues met. I reached down, cupping her cunt and found it soaked with her juices. I broke the kiss, turned to Bill and said “Give me a hand here”. He immediately parted her legs and went down on her. His hands were all over her as I continued to kiss her passionately. I then moved to her breasts and started to lick and suck on her nipples, which were harder and more erect than I had ever seen. After about 5 minutes I said to Bill, “Let’s switch”. I moved to her pussy and Bill alternated between kissing her and tonguing her nipples. We kept this up for a while and then I again said “Let’s switch”. Bill went right back to her pussy and I kneeled by her head and offered my cock, which she took into her mouth. She turned her head to the side and I watched her lips move on my cock. I knew that I wouldn’t last very long even though her position made it awkward for her to suck me so after a couple of minutes I pulled my cock from her lips and kissed her. She looked up at me and said in a very subdued voice “Somebody please fuck me”. I then suggested that she should return the favor to Bill and suck his cock while I went to get a rubber. She then took Bill’s head in her hands and said “Let me suck you”. Bill stretched out on the carpet and Barbra positioned herself between his legs, took his hard cock in her hands and slowly let her lips encircle the head. I started up the stairs and looked back to see her head slowly bobbing up and down as she managed to work about 4 inches into her mouth.

I returned to find her still ministering to Bill. He then reached down and pulled her up so that he could kiss her. She was on top and straddling his body with his cock pointing at her moist cunt. At this point I really got crazy. I took his cock and started rubbing it on her pussy lips. Her hips started to move in a grinding motion giving me a chance to titillate her clit as it became exposed. Now her hips started to move in a downward thrusting motion and I guided the head of his unsheathed cock into her pussy. Bill responded by planting his feet and thrusting his cock deeper into her cunt. As he did this she uttered an “Ooh”. I leaned over and whispered to her, “Fuck him like you fuck me”. She put her hands on his chest and pushed herself to a leaning position over Bill. She supported her weight on her knees and then with her eyes closed, started moving up and down on his shaft. This is a favorite position for her and I wondered how long Bill would last as she squeezed his cock with her cunt. I fingered her nipples and lavished kisses on her neck and ears and said to her “You look so sexy fucking Bill”. It was easy to see that she was getting close to her first orgasm. “Do you want him to cum inside you?” She looked at me and said “I’m not on the pill”. “It feels so good but I don’t want to get pregnant.” I responded by saying “If it feels that good, if you want to feel him shoot his cum into you, it’s okay with me if you want to take a chance this one time.” She then said “Oh…I don’t know…it feels so……oh God….I’m cumming……Bill…..Bill…come with me….please….cum inside me.” She pushed down on his cock, taking all of it as she started her climax. Bill’s hands held her hips as he thrust up to meet her, burying the length of his cock in her. He groaned as the first burst of his seed blasted into her cunt. With each spasm of his cock she uttered an “Ooh” and pushed down to take him as deeply as possible. I guess Bill hadn’t cum for some time as he delivered at least 6 or 7 copious jets of hot sperm into wife. When she finally collapsed on his chest, his balls were covered with his seed and it was pooled on the floor between his legs. 

When Barbra moved off Bill’s prostrate form I took her in my arms kissed her, said “I love you” and then lowered her to the floor and entered her pussy in one thrust. She held my cock with her muscles as I thrust into her seeking my release. She shuddered again in another orgasm. It didn’t take long before I added my cum to Bill’s in the most explosive orgasm of my life.

This happened a long time ago, before STD’s and AIDS. Alcohol did contribute to the situation and she didn’t get pregnant. Luck prevailed over stupidity. This was the first time for us but not the last and although we divorced some 20 years later, for unrelated reasons, the memory of that first time is indelibly etched into my memory.



A Night to Remember



"Just wait, you'll see!"

We are sitting in my favorite restaurant and I am wearing a hot, sexy little red number that you just gave me and the perfume that drives you wild. I hear those same words that I have been hearing for weeks now when I ask about tonight. For weeks I have been waiting to find out this big surprise and for weeks I keep getting those same words from you. Now the time is here: My birthday. After weeks of watching you sneak around, making mysterious phone calls and going to last minute "meetings," the time has FINALLY come to reveal what you have planned for me. We finish dinner and it is off to the next stop but not without one last phone call from you to make sure everything is in order.

* * * * *

Now I am walking with you arms around me, guiding me. I am blindfolded and do not have the faintest idea what is in store. I hear you unlock a door and then you walk me inside. This is not a place I know as the smell is unfamiliar. A shiver of fear and / or excitement runs down my spine and you sense it but reassure me that I am safe. "Sit here," you tell me as you sit me in a very comfortable and rather large chair – very easy to relax in. 

You sit next to me, telling me to relax and enjoy my birthday surprise when it arrives. The excitement and suspense is making my nerves tingle and I am quickly getting aroused. I reach for you and find that I am not the only one in such a state as your cock is rock hard through your jeans. I squeeze it tightly and hear the moan that escapes from your lips. 

"Do we have time for some pre-festivities entertainment?" I ask.

"Like I could say no to you," you respond, kissing me in the sexy way that I love.

Still blindfolded, but taking that as my cue, I reach out for you with all my pent up sexual excitement. Kissing you more and more passionately, you feel my "animal" lust take over and know that this will be a night to remember.

* * * * *

I am horny as hell by now and needing to satisfy these burning cravings that I have. I take your head in my hands and kiss you long and hard, letting my mouth explore the very depths of yours - the fact that I am blindfolded only adding to my excitement. My hands trail down over your chest, caressing the skin, while my lips and tongue leaves yours but instead finds your eyelids, your ears, your neck then down to meet my hands caressing your chest. Gently I suck on one of your nipples, then the other, biting them ever so gently. I hear the moan escape you and that only feeds my fire. I feel myself getting hotter and wetter every second that passes. I reach down to your cock and find that I am not the only one getting hotter as the bulge in your pants has a damp spot on it. By now I don't care how much time we have, I am going to do this MY way and not worry about the time 'til the rest of my surprise.

I stop and pull away from you only long enough to unzip the back of my dress and let it fall to the ground. I remove the sexy bra and panties, too, until I am just standing there in front of you bare naked. I reach for you to remove your clothes as well. You start to assist me but I stop you - I want to do this myself! 

As I take off your shirt, I run my hands over your chest then up to your shoulders, following the same trail with kisses and flicks of my tongue. I hear your breathing quicken and I give you another hard kiss. 

Once your shirt is off, I run my tongue and hands down your body to your belt. Using nothing but my mouth, I undo your belt, the button on your pants, and then your zipper. I reach up and slowly pull down your pants as I reach around to cup those wonderful ass cheeks of yours. You are breathing very fast now and moaning loudly. You keep trying to speed up my progress or feel my rock-hard nipples but I tease you and pull away. By now we are both nearing cuming with excitement and we haven't even got to the best parts yet. 

"Damn, I wanna fuck you," I hear you say.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM – me too but in due time," I reply, though even I don't know how much longer I can hold out.

As I remove your shoes then your pants the remainder of the way, I feel that cock of yours standing fully at attention, oozing pre-cum. I reach up with my tongue to catch the pre-cum. That is all you can stand as you grab my head and demand me to suck it now. I am more then eager to oblige as I shove your cock down my throat. You thrust your cock into my mouth and, within moments, you shout and shoot your wad into my open mouth. Damn, you taste good! 

I sit back on my heels to let you regain composer and hear more moans. These aren't familiar though and you see my anxiety.

"Don't worry, now it is your turn. Your surprise is here," you tell me. 

You pull me up and have me lay back onto the bed as you tell me what you are going to do. You remove my blindfold and I find myself in nice hotel room, still nude, and lying on a king-size bed.

"For your birthday, I decided to make one of your fantasies come true."

I wonder what fantasy you are talking about. My mind is reeling as two men, naked from head to toe, come out from the door behind me. 

"Ah, now I know." I have always wanted to have three men at once – One to fuck, one to suck and one to jerk off onto me. The thought of it happening has me soaking the bed with my juices. "And you are completely alright with this?" I ask. One look at your cock answers that question as you are already fully hard again.

"Yup," is all you have to say.

* * * * *

After brief – very brief introductions, I can't wait to fulfill my long-held fantasy. Every cock in the room is rock-hard and ready for action and my dripping wet snatch is just as ready. Still tasting your cum on my tongue and feeling the throbbing between my legs has made me very, VERY impatient.

"You know what I want and let me tell you, I can't wait much longer!" I say. "But it is up to you guys to make my dream a reality and I need some relief, NOW!"

Smiling, you drop down to your knees in front of me. Reaching between my legs, you feel the moisture pouring out of me. "You want relief, huh?" laughing since you can tell the obvious answer. You reach down and rub my clit with your fingers and I nearly go through the roof with desire. I am sitting here pleading with you not to stop as you move your tongue to where your fingers just were. You know that I am going to cum like a geyser and that I will only get hornier as a result. Nibbling on my clit, you stick your fingers up inside me, pushing until you find that magic spot. I am struggling to maintain composer as you are driving me wild. You continue to finger-fuck me as I feel the orgasm build as something catches my eye from the side of the room. I glance over to see the guys stroking their rock hard cocks and that is more then I can stand... The dam breaks and I let out a loud moan as I coat your face, hand and the chair with my cum.

My orgasm only makes my desire more intense and I demand some more action. The two guys come over to where we are more then a little eager to oblige. You tell one of the guys to let me suck him as he moves toward my mouth. I reach out and grab his cock with one hand and guide it towards my lips. With the other hand I stroke his ball sac gently. I can tell he enjoys this, as I hear him suck in his breath and taste the sweet precum on his tip. I try to go slowly and tease him with my mouth. Using my tongue, I make a path all over his meat. Up one side of his shaft and back down, up again and twirl my tongue around and in his slit, back down and suck his balls, first one then the other – repeating this path over and over. Overcome by desire, he thrusts his cock towards me as I engulf it in my mouth. I take a few short bobs on it then deep-throat it all the way as he yells out. I am watching the two of you stroke your cocks as I do this and I don't think I have ever seen you so hard. You see me watching you and come over to me.

I look at you both with all my pent up passion. "I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard!" I demand to you, "And you – you get up here so I can suck that cock of yours, too!" I tell him. Quickly he moves to my face and before I know it, I have his cock in my other hand while I stroke him, too. Taking turns licking and sucking both cocks, I am feeling the effects of another orgasm building and can hardly keep still.

You are more then ready for some serious fucking yourself as you approach me and spread my legs wide. Lifting my legs onto your shoulders, you waste no time but ram that wonderful cock deep inside me. The feelings of cock finally deep inside me and cocks in my mouth and in my hand is too much for me to take and I scream as the orgasm overtakes me, soaking your cock and balls as my cum squirts everywhere. 

I am like a sex maniac now – I want more and more! You are still buried deep within me, taking slow strokes, as you are on the verge of cumming, too, but trying to hold out. I sense this and want to prolong it, too, so I concentrate on the cocks in my mouth and hand. I am hungry for the taste of cum and start working both of them over with wild abandon! Alternating between deep-throating their cocks and sucking their balls, I hear both guys breathing fast and breathing hard. I know they are ready to cum as they are dripping like crazy. By now I am so hot that I can't stop! I wrap my legs around your waist and scream for you to fuck me as both guys start jerking off their cocks. I am gyrating my hips to your rhythm as you pound your cock into me, over and over! I hear the moaning and look down just as the first guy shoots his load all over my tits. That is all I can take and with a loud moan, I cum again – long and hard. You feel my walls tighten and that puts you over the edge as well. I feel your hot cum fill me up, shot after shot, and that only continues my orgasm. I am screaming now as it feels like the pleasure is only getting stronger. Suddenly, I shove the last guy into my mouth as he starts shooting his wad, too. I want to taste every drop and it seems that he has plenty to give!

I lay there as my orgasm finally subsides. Every nerve in my body feels alive and over-sensitive. I cannot remember it being that intense and I am in a delirious state of afterglow. I am surrounded my men with very talented cocks and know that the night has only just begun... 



A Night to Remember



My therapist says that if I explain a little about myself before I start this, then maybe I'll start to understand how all of this happened to me. It's a kinda long story, so I hope you'll bear with me. I'll be as quick as I can.

First, you need to know a little bit about me. In grammar school, I had the misfortune to have exceptionally large boobs. By the sixth grade I was already spilling completely out of a B cup and was otherwise skinny as a scarecrow. Only a girl who has experienced this knows just how awful that is. I have always been real pretty with naturally blonde hair, but all that anyone ever noticed were these enormous breasts on this skinny child. I was teased and grabbed at constantly, and of course everyone told terrible lies about me. The girls said I was easy, and all the high school guys bragged about how many times they did me and stuff like that. Believe me, nobody had ever even gotten to second base with me! Maybe because of the way I looked, I was scared to death of sex, which makes what happened later really strange.

By high school, I was wearing a D cup, but the rest of my body had at last caught up with my boobs. I finally had hips and a shapely little derriere (my best asset, I still think), which was greatly accentuated by my fortunately very tiny waist. My legs stayed long and slender. Guys called me "Barbie Doll." I guess I was popular in high school, but because of all that ugliness from the past I was still kind of shy, too, and thanks to my mother, so terribly afraid of getting pregnant that I got the reputation of being frigid, which I certainly was not. I dreamed about it all the time and fantasized about lots of guys, especially some of my teachers. I wasn't sexually active, however. So even though I was popular, I didn't really have a lot of dates, though guys would flirt with me and stuff. 

There was this one guy, Bill, who my mother thought would be perfect for me, though he was a little older. He worked with her at the video store, and she'd just go on and on about how sweet he was and how handsome and polite and everything. He was all that, true, but he really wasn't my type in looks or personality. I suppose the thing that ended up actually attracting me to him was that he didn't press me to have sex. In fact, while we were dating, we hardly even made out much, not seriously anyway. I mean he would kiss me and feel my breasts through my blouse, and I could feel him get hard and everything, but he had a lot of self control. That's a good thing, because, even though he wasn't really my type, I really, really wanted it.and that just scared me to death. I thought for sure I was just this awful whore. (The therapist I've been seeing says that, at the time, I had a very high, but completely repressed sex drive. The therapist is the one who suggested I write this story, by the way.)

I married Bill right after graduation. I don't know why, really. At twenty-four, he was six years older than me and like I said not really the kind of guy I'm usually attracted to. Bill had a slender, almost effeminate build, and I've always been most attractive to more manly guys, and he was definitely not the assertive type. Most of his friends were either gay or real "sensitive" guys. He's not gay, I'm pretty sure, but he doesn't like the things other guys do, like sports and stuff, and he is pretty timid, especially around older men. I was always telling him that he should be more assertive, especially at work. He'd agree with me, but never was. It's just wasn't in his nature, I guess.

The other thing that's so strange is that he didn't have the personality that I'm really most attracted to, either. I really, really like strong, dominate men, the kind that Bill was so shy around. I remember when I was in the sixth grade and was visiting my dad at his office. We were going to go have lunch together that day and I had gone up to meet him. When he introduced me to his boss, I could see how nervous my dad was around him. I'll never forget what happened next. Just as we were getting ready to leave, his boss, Mr. Archer, told my dad to go get him and his secretary a cup of coffee before he left. I could see how embarrassed-humiliated, really-my dad was. When Daddy left to get the coffee, Mr. Archer turned to me and put his hand in my hair and told me how very pretty I was and what a great figure I had. He called me "sexy." God, it just sent shivers down me. I think that was the day I first became sexually aware, and I have never forgotten it. There was just something about him. He seemed just so awesomely powerful. He made the man I always thought was really strong (my dad) look so small and weak, but instead of being upset, I was excited by it. I had my first erotic dream about my dad's boss. 

So why did I marry Bill? I really don't know. The truth is, I really didn't want to get married right away, but he was so insistent, and my Mom liked him so much that there was just so much pressure to do it that I did. I don't regret it really, I guess, except maybe the part about not having been with many guys. Not any, really, except Bill. I was a virgin when we got married. I think maybe he was too. He wasn't a very experienced lover, I know now.

A month or so after we got married, we moved from Georgia to California where an old high school friend of Bill's, Tim Martin, was working at a car dealership in San Diego, a place called "Rancher Motors." He was the only one of his friends that I ever met who was at all "manly." When we met in Georgia, I could tell he kind of liked me, and it was actually nice that one of Bill's friends had the courage to come on to me a little bit. He actually kissed me once. It was very flattering, really. I kissed him back, too. I think he was surprised at my reaction. So was I! 

I don't know why he invited Bill out to California-they didn't seem that close to me- but he did, and after some talk about "fresh starts" and stuff, we decided to give it a try.

We got a little apartment near the beach, and Tim got Bill on as a junior salesman at the dealership. He did pretty well. For some reason, maybe his "sensitivity," he was especially good at selling cars to older women. Whenever an obvious widow would come in, she would be given to Bill, though the funny thing is, he was never allowed to close the deals. Mr. Brooks, who's the general sales manager, always ended up changing the contract terms. It used to embarrass Bill that he had to take back what he promised the women, but he never said anything to Mr. Brooks, of course. The funny thing is that the women always ended up feeling sorry for Bill, so they signed on to really bad deals because they didn't want to make him more uncomfortable, I think.

Bill hadn't been there long before we got invited to Mr. Brooks's house for a swim party and barbecue. I didn't know what to expect, so I was pretty shocked to see the way the women dressed for this party. I had just turned nineteen, and I guess living all that time in rural Georgia, I was pretty na‹ve. I thought maybe this is the way people dress in California. One girl in particular, Maggie, who is married to a young guy named Brad, who at that time was also a junior salesman, really shocked me. She had on a little sarong wrap that she wore way down low on her hips and this tiny little string bikini top that didn't leave anything at all to the imagination. She was blonde, maybe a little older than me, and had a good figure, but I didn't think she was all that pretty. Kind of hard looking, if you ask me. But the guys, omigawd, they were all over her, especially Mr. Brooks, the sales manager. And it was obvious that she didn't mind. Not at all. When we got home, even Bill commented on how hot she looked. That really surprised me. He usually doesn't notice that kind of thing.

Later that summer, we were all invited to Mr. Brooks's club for a dinner dance. This time, Maggie showed up in this semi see-through dress, backless with a cowl neck that dipped clear down to her navel. She did look good, I must admit, and she seemed so confident with all the attention she attracted. For the first time, I questioned my own taste and wished I had the courage to dress like that. I knew I had the figure for it, but I guess no one else would really know that from the way I dressed. I was still pretty conservative in that respect. Maybe it even bothered me a little bit that Mr. Brooks spent nearly the entire evening dancing with her. (To be honest, I had developed a little bit of a crush on him. Well, maybe more than a little! I often fantasized about being with him and on two occasions I had very erotic dreams about him. )

Looking around, I noticed that even though some of the wives of the younger guys were pretty and two had really fantastic figures that they were not exactly modest about, it was Maggie that attracted all the notice. When she walked around, you wondered how she could keep herself in her dress. She seemed constantly on the verge of spilling completely out of it. But I also noticed that guys' eyes never left her. 

A month after the dinner dance, Maggie's husband, Brad, got promoted, and even worse, became Bill's immediate supervisor, the one who approved all his deals. I know that bothered him a lot that Brad got the promotion that he thought he should have had, and really would have if it had been based on sales performance alone. It was particularly hard because Brad is about three years younger than Bill and has no college credits at all. Bill almost has his AA degree. But I guess that's the way life is.

A couple of weeks after that, Bill came home and told me that Mr. Brooks had pulled him aside that day and complimented him on what a pretty wife he had, but had added that it's too bad she keeps herself so covered up! This is California, he'd said! She needs to loosen up a bit, get with the flow! I was pretty shocked and even embarrassed when Bill told me that. Like I said, I really, really liked Mr. Brooks. He's in his late forties, I guess, and not really that good looking, but he's a real big guy and I just loved the way he carried himself. He seemed so strong and assertive, the kind of guy who demands and gets respect. I knew Bill was scared to death of him. I definitely didn't want him to think I was a prude or anything, but still I thought what he said was kind of out of line. I didn't say anything, though, and Bill never said anything else about it either, so I never did know what he thought. I mean I think we both kind of thought that Brad got promoted because his wife was doing Mr. Brooks, though we never ever actually said that to each other or knew if it was true. I even tried to joke about it that week, saying stuff like, "I ought to go to the next party naked so you can be Brad's boss," but I could see that Bill was kind of bothered by it all. 

I had more or less completely forgotten about Mr. Brooks's remark when, about four months later, Bill told me that we were invited to a house warming and Christmas party at Mr. Brooks's new house, where we'd have the chance to meet the owner of the dealership, Mr. Rancher himself. Because this was going to be a really special party, I asked if I could go and buy myself a new dress, and he said "Yeah, that would be okay," and I said laughingly "Maybe I should buy the kind of outfit Maggie would wear." 

"That's probably a good idea," Bill said sort of sarcastically, "It sure couldn't hurt my career."

His remark upset me just a little, tiny bit, like he was saying I wasn't attractive enough or sexy enough or something, I don't know. Anyway, those ideas were in my head when I went shopping the next day. 

Walking by what I always thought of as a sort of sleazy dress shop downtown, an outfit displayed in the window caught my eye. I guess it was supposed to be a formal cocktail dress, but omigawd, it was so revealing that it hardly covered anything. It was so outrageous that I was actually kind of embarrassed to just be standing there looking at it. It was a black, very clingy, backless dress, almost see-through, with a tiny little halter top front that left more than half of outside of the manikin's breast exposed . It enhanced its sexiness with slit down the entire front. The floor-length skirt had a slit matching the one on top which went all the way to the top of the thigh. It was an outrageously sexy gown, if you could call it that. I thought immediately that it would be such a funny trick to play on Bill to buy it and tell him that this is what I was wearing to the party, so I went in and asked to try it on. 

There were only a few of the gowns on the racks, one that was a size too small and several that were much too large, so I tried on the small one. Omigawd, it fit me like a glove-a very tight glove, I must say-and was the most scandalous thing I had ever worn, by far!! Like on the manikin, the outsides of my breasts were completely exposed, but since my boobs are a lot bigger than the manikin's, the slit in the front of the top became absolutely astonishing once I slipped it on and filled it out. Much more of my breasts were exposed than covered-much, much more! The slit in the top revealed all of my midriff clear down to well below my navel. The skirt itself was fastened together by four hook-and-eye buttons that barely reached down past the top of my thigh where the slit in the skirt began. All that stood between me and total exposure was a tiny tie on the back of the halter top and those four little buttons! To say that it was intensely sexy was really to understate. 

The second I tried it on I felt this enormous change in me. I felt sexy and alluring and omigawd so much like a woman! It was like the dress transformed me into a completely different person. I loved the way I looked and even more, the way I felt. God, I wanted so much to wear it in public, but how could I? It would be like wearing a sign that said, "Please fuck me!" The skirt was so tight I could hardly walk, but when I did I was astonished at the amount of leg that flashed out. Even buttoned, the slit in the middle of the skirt opened up dramatically, exposing my legs to the very top of my thigh when I walked. The skirt was far too tight and way too sheer to wear panties without showing ugly panty lines, but you certainly couldn't not wear them either! It would be like walking around completely naked! But standing still and looking in the mirror, I had to admit that the total effect was truly sensational. I had never had the courage to flaunt my body, and now I wondered why. I looked absolutely stunning. My body never looked so perfectly sculpted, and I know I had never worn anything in my life that fit me so provocatively or that made me feel so terribly sensuous. I suddenly didn't care what it cost. I wanted it. 

I bought the dress and hid it away.

It turned out that Bill had to work until 8:00 on Christmas eve, the night of the party, so I had plenty of time to plan my little joke. (My therapist says that I've been lying to myself about its being a "joke." He's probably right. But this is my story, so I'll tell it the was I want.) I hardly ever drink, but that night I had a couple of vodka collins and took a long, leisurely bath. While shaving my legs silky smooth, I decided for some reason to shave completely. I don't have much pubic hair anyway and I've always kept it really closely trimmed besides, so it wasn't really a big deal, but the funny thing is that the process of shaving got me so, so turned on that I felt right on the verge of a spontaneous climax. I resisted, though, because if Bill got all turned on seeing me in my sultry new cocktail dress, he might want to use me. Since he's so stressed at work that he's rarely in the mood anymore, I wanted to be ready if he was. And just maybe, since I was ovulating at the time, we would make the baby we'd been trying to have for over a year now. What a great Christmas present that would be!

Drying myself and putting on my makeup (and having another vodka collins), I don't think I ever looked as stunning.or as totally, totally naked. I was amazed and terribly pleased at how sleek my body looked totally shaved! I decided right there that I would always keep myself that way. (And I have.)

I did my eyes really dramatically and even wore these luscious false eyelashes that I have been so tempted to try in the past. I was so glad I did; they made my eyes look so sultry and alluring. I tried a bunch of different lip shades and finally settled on a very deep ruby that seemed to complement my eyes. I had gotten my hair highlighted and done in a short spiky cut the week before and it just seemed absolutely perfect for this outfit. I love being blonde! 

I slipped on a pair of very sheer black thigh high stockings and a pair of four-inch stiletto heels with a sexy ankle strap that I had bought last summer but never worn, and stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a little tipsy, true, and my judgment was a little muddled, but I just knew I had never been put together quite so perfectly. My breasts were impossibly full, my waist seemed wasp thin, and in those wonderful shoes, my legs just looked so perfectly long and shapely. I know it's just so awfully vain to say so, but honestly, I have never looked so striking.

It was just a few minutes before 8:00 when I slipped into that scandalous dress. For some reason I was very nervous when I put it on. When I turned and looked at myself in the mirror, I literally lost my breath. The gown was much more stunning and seemed even more revealing than it had been in the store. Maybe because, like I said, I was ovulating, which always makes my breasts nearly a cup size larger, I was spilling out of the dress. The skirt hugged my ass and showed its sultry shape to perfection. The flash of white flesh above my thigh highs when I walked would be intriguingly flirtatious, I knew. I looked fantastic.and totally available. I hoped Bill would agree. 

A little past 8:00 I heard the door open and Bill walk back toward the bedroom where I was waiting in what I thought would be a titillating, but funny pose. Bill just stopped dead in his tracks. "My God," he said, looking at me as if stunned. "You look so, I don't know.hot, I guess!" he stuttered. "What's got into you?"

"Well, I hope you will," I said laughing. "Do you like it?" I sort of purred sexily. "Do you think you'll get the next promotion?" I added, sticking my chest out and pulling the skirt back.

I don't even think he heard me. "Wow! You really do look great," was all he could stammer out. "You're going to kill them at Mr. Brooks's party! He'll love it," he said, hesitating nervously. 

"You silly," I giggled. "I'm not going out in this. I'd be arrested!"

"You're not?" he asked. 

I was puzzled by his reaction. I couldn't really tell by his tone of voice if he was disappointed or relieved. I got the feeling that he wanted to please Mr. Brooks and that he was willing to use me to get his approval, but at the same time was afraid of what might happen.

"You mean you'd want me to?" I said quizzically.

"I don't know. I guess so. I mean, why not? I guess all the other guys' wives dress like that, don't they."

"Well, maybe not quite like this, Bill," I said, laughing as I walked across the room to him, showing the full length of my leg and, I was convinced, probably a glimpse of my freshly shaved pussy as well. "I practically fall out of the dress when I move."

"Well, you could just be careful when you walk, couldn't you? Everybody will probably love you in it, Mindy. I know Mr. Brooks will."

Now I really was confused. The last comment made me recall Mr. Brooks's earlier remark. Did he really think I was a prude? Does Bill think I caused him to lose that promotion because I wasn't sexy enough? Alcohol was clouding my thinking, it was true, but I still suspected that the answer to those questions was "Yes!" and I decided then and there that maybe I should go to Mr. Brooks's just like I was. What could it hurt?




A Night to Remember



How stupid was that!

"Bill, are you sure you want me to go like this?" I asked apprehensively. "I can't wear anything at all underneath it, you know, and as you can see it's very obvious that I'm not."

"I guess maybe it's good for you to be a little different sometimes, don't you think?" he stammered. "I know Maggie will be dressed in something sexy. And Mr. Brooks, you know.," his voice tailing off.

I could tell from the hesitation in his voice that Bill wasn't absolutely sure about this, not after seeing the whole effect of the gown when I moved in it and my very observable nakedness beneath it, and I was pretty sure he expected me to veto the plan and wear the simple knit dress I had planned to wear. 

I was about to say I couldn't wear such a dress in public when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and, with Mr. Brooks's remark still echoing in my head and the vision of Maggie again stealing all the attention, I decided impulsively (and drunkenly) that I not only could, but I would. I felt sexy and beautiful in a way I never had. I wanted to be the one noticed tonight. "Okay, if you really want me to," I anxiously replied.

I could tell that my answer bothered Bill, but he didn't say anything more and left to take a shower and dress. I stupidly took the time to have another vodka collins and admire myself in the mirror. The combination of the two did much to bolster my confidence. I mean I was still quite a little bit nervous, but I also knew that there was something inside me that wanted to be recognized. I thought to myself that I deserved the chance to be the one looked at. For at least once in my life I would be the sexy one that everyone talked about. I knew I looked good and that I wouldn't be young forever. Why not flaunt it! It's not like I was going to be doing anything really bad, after all. And I did so much want Mr. Brooks to think I could be a little sexy occasionally.

I didn't have a formal coat long enough for the dress, but the fur jacket I got last year for Christmas went well with the dress and covered enough to make the dress look presentable in public.

At the house, Mr. Brooks greeted us at the door, smiled, and complimented me on how beautiful I looked. When he reached out for my jacket, I was suddenly very nervous. But when I unbuttoned it and felt Mr. Brooks slip it from my shoulders and recalled how sensational I looked in the mirror at home, I suddenly felt very calm and surprisingly confident. Turning to Mr. Brooks, I looked him directly in the eye and said, "Thank you so much for inviting us, Mr. Brooks."

The look on Mr. Brooks's face was just perfect. "Believe me," he said emphatically, as he let his eyes roam slowly up and down my body, "the pleasure is all mine." I felt truly desirable and for the first time, happy to be treated as a sexual object. The fascination, maybe even anticipation, in his glance was so suggestive and powerful that for the first time in my life I actually enjoyed the hint of lust I saw in a man's eyes rather than fear it. 

Bill, on the other hand, seemed on edge, even a little embarrassed. Mr. Brooks's obvious appreciation wasn't helping.

And then, omigawd, Mr. Brooks did the most outrageous and certainly the sexiest thing ever done to me up to that time. Speaking to Bill but never taking his eyes from me, he placed his forefinger at the bottom of the slit in halter top just below my navel and very slowly traced a line from my belly to my throat while telling Bill what a "truly stunning" wife he had. The finger caressing my body right there in front of my husband sent such a current of excitement through my body that thought I might faint. I felt certain that desire was written all over my face. I could feel Bill tense up at my side.

Fortunately, however, tipsy as I was from the alcohol and Mr. Brooks' electric touch, I managed to regain enough sense to backed away just as his finger began to move back down and below the waist of the skirt. Still, I smiled up at Mr. Brooks as I stepped back, took his hand in mine, and told him how pleased we were to be there. The way he looked at me when he put his arm around me and invited us to join him at the bar made my heart race.

I was astonished at how many people where at Mr. Brooks' party, and as we worked our way toward the bar area, I was just as amazed at the very definitely interested looks from the men along the way. God, I felt so sexy and alluring. Even though I was by far the youngest person there at the time, I felt so sophisticated and womanly. But again, I could sense Bill's palpable nervousness. I knew he was regretting letting me come here dressed like this.

By the time we had reached the room where the bar had been set up, part of Mr. Brooks' hand had found its way below the back of my dress, which made me very uneasy. He appeared to feel he could do what he wanted to me and seemed utterly unconcerned with what Bill might think about it. I was terribly nervous, but equally excited because he was acting out every fantasy I had ever had about him. It was literally like one of my dreams come true. I should have known then what serious trouble I was in.

At the bar, we met Maggie and Brad and Tim and his wife, Brenda. Maggie, who was dressed in a scoop-neck micro mini, obviously without a bra, gave me the oddest look and raised eyebrow as if to ask if I now considered myself "competition." Brad just gave a low whistle and told Bill how hot I looked. Tim also complimented me profusely, and I could tell that his wife, who was dressed okay, but who certainly wasn't going to steal any attention from me or Maggie, sort of scowled at him. All of this attention was going straight to my head. I was terribly conflicted. I knew I shouldn't have dressed this way, but I felt exotic and enticing. And above all, I now realize, I desperately wanted take Mr. Brooks away from Maggie, to make him acknowledge how much sexier I was than she. 

We all ordered drinks, and when I said I wanted a vodka collins, I overheard Mr. Brooks ordered the bartender to make mine a double. I know Bill heard it too and wanted to say something about that, like maybe I had had enough to drink already, but he didn't. He was too timid to say anything, I guess. For some reason, that excited me, too. Mr. Brooks was so obviously the boss!

We chatted a while, and when I had finished my drink, Mr. Brooks asked if we'd all like a tour of the new house. Brenda declined, saying she wanted to use the ladies' room. The rest of us said yes, and after making sure I had a fresh "double vodka," Mr. Brooks slipped his arm around me and began to lead us on the tour. I was very, very tipsy and more than a little woozy by this time. I wasn't sure I could walk without stumbling. I held Mr. Brooks' arm tightly.

We hadn't taken more than a few steps when I felt Mr. Brooks's hand slide around my back. I thought he was trying to support me, but when he slipped his hand beneath my skimpy top and cupped my right breast, I realized he had something else entirely on his mind. I was absolutely petrified. I glanced over to see if Bill had noticed. He must have, since he was standing just to my right, but I could tell that he was very consciously not looking. Mr. Brooks must have understood, too, because not only did he not remove his hand, he slid it up to gently pinch my nipple, which instantly began to stiffen in his grasp. I didn't know what to do. I was embarrassed. I knew this was wrong, very wrong. I tried to move away, but he just pulled he towards him even harder. I know I should have said something or at least tried again to move away, but in fact, I gave in. I found myself even pressing my body even closer to him. God, I was being such a ridiculous fool.

Our first stop on the tour was the study. I suppose because of all the drinks I'd had and undoubtedly also because of both my own nervousness and the sexual excitement of Mr. Brooks's hand fondling my breast, I suddenly felt very, very dizzy and had to sit down on the couch. I thought I was going to be ill, which would have simply embarrassed me to death. Mr. Brooks saw my condition and immediately came and sat beside me.

"It looks like your wife had a little bit too much to drink, Bill. Why don't you go out and tend to my host duties, and I'll stay here with her until she catches her breath," he said.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and certainly didn't believe that Bill would leave me here in this condition with Mr. Brooks. To his credit, he did hesitate and say that perhaps it would be better if he stayed, but when Mr. Brooks told Bill rather firmly this time that he wanted him to go tend to the guests, he turned and started for the door. I was astonished and scared to death.and yet, maybe deep down, a little excited, too. Mr. Brooks had just ordered my husband from the room. He had to have known that Mr. Brooks was not going to just sit with me. Like everyone else, he certainly must have seen him fondling me in the hall, and yet he left. Was he giving me to him or was he just not man enough to confront him, I thought confusedly? 

All I know is that Mr. Brooks must have felt extremely confident because before Bill had even gotten through the door, he had already loosened the tie that held my top up and it had fallen clear to my waist before he was completely out of the room. I fumbled at it, intent on pulling it back up, but Mr. Brooks quickly slapped my hand away. I heard Tim exclaim, "My God! What a rack!" As Mr. Brooks grasped both my very full breasts in his hands and began to fondle them, I pleaded weakly for him to stop, insisting that I wasn't that kind of girl, but my racing heart, panting breath, and stiffening nipples were telling an entirely different story. I was completely in Mr. Brooks' power now, and I guess he knew it.

"Bill's little whore is a bit drunker than I thought," he said to the rest of the people in the room. I prayed Bill hadn't heard it. "I hope you all won't mind if I just go ahead and fuck her now while she's still conscious," he laughed, pushing me down onto the couch. 

I couldn't believe what he had said, yet somehow the coarseness of the language excited me.

"Don't mind us," Maggie grinned. "It's not exactly going to be a rape, is it. I had no idea the little slut was so easy." Everybody laughed and joined in to encourage him to use me now while I was still awake. I honestly wanted to stop him. I'm sure I did. I honestly wanted to get up and leave. I know I did. I knew that Bill must be completely humiliated, but another part of me knew that I had better act right now because I wasn't going to be able to refuse him anything much longer. But surely, I thought, he isn't going to let them watch.

"How is the rest of your dress held together, Mindy?" Mr. Brooks asked. 

To my utter surprise, I meekly muttered, "The four little buttons there in front," beginning to shiver in both fear and anticipation. In a drunken stupor, I watched him reach down and expertly unbutton me and pull the dress away. Suddenly, there I was, except for stockings and shoes, lying totally nude in front of Bill's boss him and many of his co-workers. How could I have got myself in such a situation. I had no idea what I was doing or what would happen next.

A number of the guys came over to get a closer look. All of them were excited about my shaved pussy and had begun cupping my breasts or pinching my nipples or caressing the silky smoothness of my pussy. I was still fearful and anxious about Bill, still embarrassed about lying there on total display, but in truth, I had no idea how thrilling I would find it to be lying naked, admired by all these men, waiting for one particular powerful man to do what he wanted with me. I was terribly conflicted, wanting to flee to Bill on the one hand, and on the other, wanting to be ravished in front of his friends.

Mr. Brooks pushed everyone aside and was suddenly standing in front of me holding a very erect and magnificently large cock in his hands. I remember thinking absurdly in my alcoholic fog that it so right that such a powerful man would have such a magnificent cock. And it truly was! 

"Get on your knees, Mindy, and open your mouth," I recall him ordering me, pulling my head back roughly with my hair.

I was stunned. I believe I told him no, no, no, over and over again, at least I think I did, hope I did, but I also know in all honesty that, though I normally don't like this kind of sex-it seems so degrading to the woman-I quite willingly, even eagerly, dropped to my knees and opened my mouth to receive his beautiful cock. I had lost all sense of propriety. "God, the whore really is easy," I heard Maggie sneer. But suddenly, the only think that mattered was that I please this powerful, assertive man. It seemed proper that I do everything to satisfy such a commanding, dominant man. I belonged on my knees in front of him. I felt honored to receive his cock in my mouth. That's what a mess I was.

He didn't hesitate a second. His first plunge went clear to the back of my throat, gagging me. I pulled away, choking back tears. To my dismay, I heard my "audience" laugh. 

"She's apparently not too good at this," Mr. Brooks said to no one. 

I felt myself blush. I was just mortified. Was I such a prudish little girl that I couldn't even perform oral sex properly? And how mortifying to fail in front of this audience, but especially in front of Maggie, whom I despised.

Grabbing my hair again, he said to me, "I should get Maggie here to give you a few lessons, Honey. I expected more out of a hot looking little bitch than this. Tell her how it's done, Maggie." God, that hurt!

"Just ignore her when she gags," Maggie advised him "Don't let her pull her head back. Force your way down her throat. She won't be able to throw up if you get all the way down her throat quickly enough. Of course, she won't be able to breathe, either," she laughed.

Now I was thoroughly humiliated, kneeling there in front of Mr. Brooks, listening to Maggie instruct Mr. Brooks on how best to fuck my mouth. God, I couldn't even suck his cock properly?!

"That's why I love you, Maggie," Mr. Brooks intoned, grabbing the sides of my head and aggressively pulling me towards him.

Two hard strokes proved Maggie right. Rather than allowing me to pull back when I began to chock and gag, Mr. Brooks pulled my head forward and drove himself down my throat. Now, though I was still gagging, it had no effect. He fucked my throat with abandon. It was terribly uncomfortable. I couldn't breathe. My gag reflex was trying to push him away. Yet I was incredibly thrilled to be serving him, pleased that I could satisfy the oral needs of this supremely authoritative man. I felt so like a complete woman, as I looked into the intensity of his eyes while he forced his cock deeper down my throat. I hoped Maggie was watching as he finally plunged the last inch of his majestic cock down my aching throat, pulling my face into his pubic hair and holding it there. I nearly climaxed when he called me his "new whore."

After what could have been minutes or seconds, I have no idea, I heard Brad yell out that Bill was coming down the hall. Mr. Brooks paused a second but left his cock deep in my throat. "Find out what he wants," he said, resuming his assault on my mouth.

I was excited at first to think that Bill was coming to reclaim his wife, but I must admit, I was even more thrilled that Mr. Brooks seemed completely nonchalant, continuing to fuck my mouth forcefully.

"It's Mr. Rancher on the phone," I heard Bill say hesitantly a few seconds later. "He needs to speak with you."

"Can't you see I'm busy!" he demanded, withdrawing his cock and allowing me to breathe a moment, but still holding tightly to my hair.

I was completely drunk with alcohol.and with passion. I didn't know if Bill was in the room or not or whether he was aware of what Mr. Brooks was doing to his wife. Though the lights were bright, there was a crowd around me, and I prayed that he wouldn't see me kneeling naked there in front of Mr. Brooks or a moment later watch my lips again encircle his fat cock as he positioned my head to accept his thick rod a second time. It both amazed and subtly thrilled me that during that entire conversation with Bill that followed, Mr. Brooks never stopped fucking me in my mouth. In fact, his intensity actually increased.

"Goddamn it!" Mr. Brooks said, shoving his engorged cock again deep into my burning throat. "Find out where he is and tell him I'll call him back in a minute or two."

"Yes, sir," I heard Bill reply. "Should I tell him anything else."

"Goddamn it, Bill. Just do what I said. You can tell him I'm preparing a nice little present for him."

I heard Maggie laugh out loud.

I hoped Bill had left, because instantly the ferocity of his fucking increased. He began to viciously drive his throbbing cock down deep into my abused throat. Then I sensed him slow, and when a second later he took three or four more deep, hard stokes, I heard him gasp and felt his penis swell. He pulled out of me, grasped me by the chin and ordered me to open my mouth. The first three streams of his cum hit the back of my throat, filling my mouth. As I was swallowing his powerful semen, the next few landed on my face and dripped down onto my breasts.

He ordered me to open my mouth again while he squeezed the last few drops of his delicious semen into my mouth and then had me clean his cock with my tongue. I did so reverently. When I had finished, to my complete astonishment, he slapped me hard twice across the face, explaining that I had angered him by swallowing too quickly, causing some of his cum to be wasted.

I meekly apologized and wiped the cum that had fallen to my breasts, putting it in my mouth, hoping to appease him.

Pushing me back down onto the couch, he stood there looking at me. "I wish I'd known what a hot little whore you were a few months ago, Mindy. I had no idea you'd be so easy. Did you prepare that sweet little cunt for me?" he said, reaching down to stroke its silky smoothness. 

This was the second time someone had called me "easy," which I certainly did not believe I was, but somehow I found myself smiling shyly up at him, nodding my head slightly. Perhaps I had, I thought to myself.

"I'll bet it's tight, too. You're wet, aren't you, you little slut. You want Mr. Brooks to fuck you, don't you. You want Mr. Brooks to tear open that tight little cunt, don't you," he growled, pushing two fingers deep into my yearning pussy. "You need to be fucked, don't you!"

I heard myself murmur, "Yes, sir," and again felt myself blushing.

"How the fuck am I going to keep you conscious until I get back?" he asked. Turning to Maggie, he said, "You still using uppers?" When she replied that she was, he asked her how many she took at a time.

"I've never taken more than two at any one time," she replied. "But if you really want to get her high, I've got some ecstasy you could give her. One tab of that and she'll want every man in the room fuck her."

"Brad, go get this little slut another vodka. Maggie, have her take four of those pills of yours when Brad gets back and two of the ecstasy. I want her hot and bothered! This little whore is going to get herself well fucked before this night is over and I want her up for it. But Tim, nobody better fuck her while I'm gone, got that! I find that cunt all messed up and there'll be hell to pay! I don't care if she begs for it. There'll be plenty of opportunity for the rest of sales staff to use her when I've finished with her. I'm putting you in charge. You'll all get a chance to fuck her, trust me."

Mr. Brooks pulled me to my feet by my nipples, kissed me hard, and left. I sat back down on the couch thoroughly shaken. I was both dismayed at what I had let happen so easily to me, scared at what Mr. Brooks had said was in store for me, and yet deeply disappointed that it had gone no further. I wondered what had happened to Bill.




A Night to Remember



When Brad came in, Tim took the vodka and began to feed me the four uppers and the two ecstasy tabs Maggie had given him before leaving with Brad. The vodka burned my abused throat terribly, but I swallowed it and the pills willingly because Mr. Brooks had ordered me to. In my haze I was vaguely aware of Tim going on about how beautiful I was, how he had no idea I had such great body, and how he loved women who shaved their pussies, all the while feeding me the vodka and uppers and ecstasy. "I can't wait to get the chance to fuck you, Mindy," he moaned, caressing my tits and cunt tenderly with his free hand. "I've wanted to fuck you since I first met you. I'm going to really fuck you hard, make you remember me. I've always wanted to fuck you, you know. I'm going to fuck you a lot after this."

It all sounded so silly to me. I sat there for about fifteen minutes with Tim running his hands and tongue over my naked body as he examined every crevice and told me quite explicitly what he was going to do to me. I enjoyed Tim's tongue as it massaged my nipples and clit and heard myself moan when he pulled my clit between his teeth, but in truth, all I wanted was Mr. Brooks's extraordinary cock in me. Deep, deep in me! I don't know what had come over me.

I guess my performance with Mr. Brooks and all my naked, raw flesh sitting there right beside Tim and seemingly easily available finally became too much for him and he pushed me down and prepared to enter me. I don't know where the energy came from, but I fought him like crazy. How could he think to disobey M. Brooks! And how could he think I'd let one of his salesmen use me before he gave permission! He did manage to get inside me briefly, but I squirmed away. I think that embarrassed him. He asked me not to tell Mr. Brooks what had happened. I didn't answer, but I knew I would have to tell if he asked. 

By the end of that time, the pills I had taken had kicked in to amazing effect. I was still horribly inebriated, I know, but I was so very awake, so intensely alert, so dramatically energized.and so erotically charged! If Tim tried again, I don't think I would have stopped him. 

I managed to get myself back into my dress and was surprised at how stable I felt on my feet. I really felt like dancing, and as we left the room, I asked Tim to make sure he asked me to dance when we got back to the party. He assured me he would, and he was as good as his word. I think he was a little afraid of me right then.

We walked back to where Bill was talking to group of people I hadn't met. He introduced me to the very appreciative stares of the men and the somewhat less enthusiastic compliments from their wives and girlfriends. When I got dressed, I had apparently tied my top rather loosely and left the bottom button of the skirt unfastened. I probably looked pretty sluttish. I know he wanted to question me about what went on back there, but I was so energized that I think it confused him enough to just let it be. Or maybe he just didn't want to know. I have a feeling it was the latter.

Tim asked me to dance. I was eager to. I needed to expend some of this incredible energy flowing through my body. And I wanted him to know what he might have later that night, if Mr. Brooks allowed it. I was utterly shameless now. The drugs had done what Maggie said they'd do. I told him how much I was looking forward to him fucking me later that night. I felt his cock go ridged.

I have never danced so intensely or so frenetically or so erotically. I don't know how long I danced, but I do recall that I had at least four different partners trying to keep up with me, and that all of them managed to briefly get their hands inside the dress on one or two occasions. I made no effort whatsoever to stop them. None at all. I'm certain I was both encouraging and accommodating. I was totally engulfed in passion. I kept hoping that Mr. Brooks would come and dance with me, but he apparently wasn't here. I kept looking for him. 

When I finally returned to Bill, he was standing by himself. "Try to keep yourself in your dress, Mindy," was all he said, not looking me in the eye. I know I should have been ashamed or at least more considerate of his feelings, but all I could think to say was, "Let's go have some fun," smiling at him. "Why don't you come dance with me?" I asked enticingly "It's a slow one," I purred seductively, putting his hands on my butt.

He did dance with me, briefly, though his heart didn't seem in it. I slithered up against him, rubbed my breasts into his chest, and ground my hips into him, but he seemed too tense to respond. 

Then, omigawd, me heart began to beat so fast. I saw Mr. Brooks and a man I assumed to be Mr. Rancher talking with some people on the other side of the room.

"Let's go meet Mr. Rancher," I breathed intensely into Bill's ear. 

He seemed reluctant at first, but I was very insistent.

Walking across the crowded room, I felt totally alluring, and the look that Mr. Rancher gave me as we pushed into his circle proved I had reason to feel that way.

"Well, who's this attractive little package, Giles?" he said to Mr. Brooks.

"This is Bill Parker's wife, Mindy, Dale. And she is something special, isn't she."

The men in the crowd nodded in agreement. God, I felt so hot. I guess it was the ecstasy or the combination of ecstasy, uppers, and alcohol. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Maggie working her way towards us as well.

I edged closer to Mr. Brooks and, wetting my lips, gave Mr. Rancher a very provocative stare. I was pleased I had tied my halter top so loosely and wished I had only fastened one of the bottom buttons. I wanted his attention on me entirely when Maggie got there. I leaned forward enough to let my top gape completely open. I don't know what was happening to me, but I just didn't want to have to share any of this attention with Maggie. The drugs and alcohol were raging inside me now. When Mr. Rancher just stared openly at my breasts, which I'd so wantonly put on display for him, I felt enormously desirable. I wanted him to pull them from my top and fondle them. I wanted both Mr. Rancher and Mr. Brooks to take me somewhere and enjoy me totally. I wanted to please them; like in my fantasy, I needed to show them how wonderful I could be for powerful men like them.

"She's the one I told you about, Dale."

"Very nice," Mr. Rancher grinned. "Very nice choice."

And then, as Maggie pushed her way into our circle, I did the most horrible, wicked thing I've ever done in my life. I reached up on tip toes and whispered in Mr. Brooks' ear, "Make Bill go away."

He squeezed me, laughed out loud, and said, winking at Mr. Rancher, "Bill, we're going to be giving out bonuses to upper management shortly, and I'd like Mindy here to do the presentations. Let her see how it works, since I'm sure you'll be part of the management team soon. You can go on home. We'll send Mindy home in a limo shortly."

I knew Bill would never buy that. It was just too transparent. But I didn't care. "Go ahead," I smiled at him. "I'll be okay. Really, I'll be fine."

Bill gave me the strangest look. I could see that he was completely confused about what to do. Mr. Rancher chimed in, "Yeah, don't worry. You go on now and let us get on with our business. Be a good man now. We'll send her home shortly," never taking his eyes from my deliberately displaced breasts.

He was still hesitating when Mr. Brooks said somewhat sharply, "Bill, come on, let's go. Didn't you hear Mr. Rancher? We have business to do!"

Mr. Brooks's pulled my butt into his stomach. His hand was now openly caressing my belly, and as he turned to Bill to more firmly order him home, I shamelessly sucked in my tummy to allow his hand to slip easily beneath the waist band of my skirt. Mr. Rancher watched intently as Mr. Brooks's hand slipped beneath my waistline and began to caress my silky smooth pussy. I hoped Bill had left as he was told, because Mr. Brooks was making no effort to hide what he was doing. I knew that Bill couldn't have left the house yet, but I prayed he at least had left the room. I forgot all about that, however, when I felt Mr. Brooks reach up to untie my halter top. I lowered my head slightly to make it easier for him. The look on Mr. Rancher's face when my tits popped into full view made me nearly cum. There was such raw lust in his gaze. His expression was just so intensely provocative! 

Suddenly, another pair of hands grabbed the waist band of my skirt and in one quick motion ripped it completely from me. It was Tim. He had rendered me completely naked-except for my stockings and Mr. Brooks's hand massaging my cunt. It's exactly how I wanted to look. I heard murmurs of appreciation from the men around me, and best of all, the look of unadulterated envy on Maggie's face. "Look at the body on that bitch," I heard someone explain. "That's the smallest waist I've ever seen," an older woman exclaimed. That really made me feel terrific! "It's so perfect that she's shaved," she added. "She looks like a beautiful toy doll!" "A fuck toy," I heard the man standing with her say crudely. 

Mr. Rancher took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them viciously, pinching and twisting my nipples, pulling me from Mr. Brooks's lap. I felt other hands on my ass, and another pair pulling my thighs apart. Someone, I think it was Tim, was kneeling between my legscand had slipped his tongue into my cunt. He was wonderfully flickering it about my clit. "Has Bill left yet," I murmured to no one. I could see nothing but men's bodies around me.

"My God, you guys act like you've never had a piece of ass before," I heard Mr. Rancher laugh.

Suddenly, he had cleared everyone away from me, and grabbing my tits and lifting me to my feet, he swooped me up in his arms and turned toward the hall.

"As soon as Giles and I have had our fill of this hot little slut, we'll give you men a turn at it," Mr. Rancher said, motioning Mr. Brooks to join him. I prayed Bill had left like Mr. Brooks had ordered.

At the first bedroom, Mr. Rancher dropped me on a bed and began to undress. Like Mr. Brooks's, his cock too was large-longer, but maybe not as full as Mr. Brooks'--and as I gazed at it, I began to wonder if perhaps all powerful and successful men are endowed this way.

I should have been embarrassed, I supposed to hear Mr. Brooks telling Mr. Rancher how "easy" I was and to listen to him inform him about how best to use my mouth. I should have felt totally ashamed to realize that I was no more that an instrument of their pleasure and that I was about to become their mere fuck toy of the evening. But I was too far gone by that time. 

Mr. Brooks ordered me to my knees in front of Mr. Rancher.

"Ignore the gagging, Dale, and you'll get yourself a real nice little face fuck," Mr. Brooks suggested, steadying my head for him between his large hands.

"Open your mouth wide, bitch, and don't close it until I say so," Mr. Rancher growled. 

The course language seemed to excite me more and I opened my mouth eagerly. I wanted to give Mr. Rancher the same pleasure Mr. Brooks had gotten, and more than that, I wanted them both inside me. I wanted my body to be theirs to do what they wanted with it. I didn't have to wait long.

Mr. Rancher drove to the back of my throat, and with only a momentary hesitation, quickly pushed his engorged cock deeply down my throat. A great groan escaped his lips.

"Where'd you get this bitch, Giles? She's got the best body I've seen in years. Great tits, sleek pussy, and can suck cock like a pro," he exclaimed, pinching my nipples viscously and fucking my throat harder now. "I'd like to keep her awhile."

"She's one of my salesman's wife. I think I could manage to send him away for a week or so. Think you can get your fill of her by then?"

"I don't know. If her cunt is as good as her mouth, if she can fuck like that Maggie bitch, I might want her a little longer. All right, honey," he said, withdrawing his enormous cock from my abused throat. "Let's see what your cunt is like. Have you fucked her yet, Giles."

"Just her mouth. But her cunt and ass better be totally unused or some ass is going to be kicked," he said seriously. "Anybody fucked you tonight, Mindy?"

I shook my head. "No, sir," I murmured. "Tim tried to, though."

"You wanted to be fucked, though, didn't you. By every guy in the house."

I nodded my head meekly.

"Well, I think Mr. Rancher is ready to accommodate you, you little slut," Mr. Brooks laughed.

"Oh, yes, Mindy, that I am," Mr. Rancher growled, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me to a bed.

"Please, sir, if it's all right," had the foresight to beg," please don't cum inside me. I'm fertile right now," 

"Spread your legs and shut the fuck up," was his only answer.

I was definitely upset by his response, but when he stepped between my legs and spread my thighs, I thought I was going to pass out from pure excitement. I knew everything was wrong about what I was doing, but watching Mr. Rancher's throbbing cock descending toward my wet, yearning pussy, preparing to make it his own made my heart pound with anticipation. I knew that for the first time I was about to be taken by a real man, the kind who saw what he wanted and took it! 

He didn't disappoint. As his cock parted my labia and pushed deep into never before explored regions of my vagina, I almost instantly began to climax. He was so long and so hard and so sure of himself. The pain I experienced when he tore wildly into unused areas of my pussy was nothing compared to the rising wave of pleasure I felt coming from deep inside me. I could only hope he'd do what I asked and not cum inside me.

"Damn, this bitch is tight!" Mr. Rancher announced. "I don't think she's used to a full- sized cock. I'm going to have to work a little to get her opened up."

Turning to me, he said, "I'm going to fuck you harder now, Mindy, and I'm probably going to hurt you. You're not used to a cock this size, are you."

I shook my head. "No, sir," I gasped, "You're much, much bigger than my husband."

"Giles, why don't you come over and work the slut's mouth for a while," Mr. Rancher said to Mr. Brooks. "That'll give her something to concentrate on while I'm getting her tight little pussy opened." He didn't need any further invitation, and soon his cock was pushing its way down my throat.

Pushing my legs up to my chest, Mr. Rancher spread me open roughly and began driving his cock deeper and deeper into me. His violation of my body was so intense that even Mr. Brooks had to withdraw from my mouth to admire it. 

"Oh, God, oh, God, Mr. Rancher," was all I could say.

"You like to be fucked this way, don't you, whore," he panted out, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes," I moaned.

The long, rigid tool splitting me open continued its relentless invasion on my body. The more ferociously he drove his cock into me the more intense my pleasure became. I was deep in the throes of an engulfing climax when I heard him say breathlessly, "I'm going to cum inside you now, Mindy. Beg me, whore."

"Yes, omigawd, cum inside me! Please cum inside me! Fill me up. Fuck me hard. I want you to cum in me. I want your hot cum in me," I moaned obediently and frenetically.

Six hard strokes latter I got what I asked for. Mr. Rancher's fabulous cock convulsed once and I felt the most wonderful and powerful series of ejaculations fill my quivering pussy.

Within seconds of Mr. Rancher's withdrawing, Mr. Brooks had flipped me onto my belly and lifted my hips in the air to prepare his invasion of me. This time it would be my ass. I wanted to beg him not to, but knew that would do no good, and shut my mouth.

He wasted not a second. Both men laughed out loud when Mr. Brooks' rending of my virginal ass produced a shriek of pain. The more I cried out, the harder Mr. Brooks pounded, and the harder he pounded the more Mr. Rancher encouraged him.

"Rip her ass open, Giles. Get her nice and open for the salesboys," Mr. Rancher chuckled.

I've never felt such intense pain and it was with great relief that I felt him finally prepare to pull out of my ruined ass and begin his invasion of my much more willing cunt. The instant I sensed the entire length of his cock embedded in me, I began to climax again. Apparently, the excitement of watching Mr. Rancher's onslaught had considerably aroused Mr. Brooks, and it took only a dozen or so hard thrusts until he too unloaded his own massive load of seed into my ready cunt. 

"You through with the cunt, Dale?" Mr. Brooks asked, withdrawing his cock and offering it to me to clean. "I want to give the sales staff a go at her pretty soon."

"Yeah, I guess. That might be entertaining. I want to fuck that Maggie bitch next anyway. But I'll certainly want to fuck this whore again tomorrow, if the sales staff doesn't fuck her to death. Make sure you bring her around."

"No problem, Dale. Mindy's our private little whore now, aren't you, bitch."

I nodded my head yes.

"Answer me."

"Yes sir, I'm your whore, sir"

"Let's take a little bet on which one of us was able to knock her up," Mr. Rancher laughed.

"Let's do," Mr. Brooks replied. "Make it fifty bucks, and loser pays for the blood test."

"You're on," he laughed. "Tell the sales staff that they can cum in her mouth or ass, but that's it. They can fuck her cunt, but don't let any of them unload in it. Tell `em that if they do, they'll be out of a job in the morning," declared Mr. Rancher. "Mindy, nobody cums in your cunt until we say so, not even your husband. You got that?"

I answered that I understood, and was amazed at how turned on I was getting by the way they were talking about me I really was their fuck toy, something to play with. As horrid as it seems to me now, I enjoyed the idea of being their willing whore. All I wanted to do was to fuck and to please them with my body. Ecstasy is a strange drug.

When they walked me out naked to present me to the sales staff, I felt this great surge of pride. Tim was the first to greet me. He pushed me immediately down on to a couch and was inside of me before Mr. Brooks finished telling everyone about not ejaculating in my pussy. I could see Tim was so disappointed about that, but I made sure he got full use of my mouth. I think he was really pleased when I thanked him for his cum. 

I think four or five of the sales staff and all six of the garage mechanics stayed around to get their reward, and I tried my best to please them. They were rough with me, but I always smiled and thanked them. The experience of having every opening of my body filled at the same time was especially incredible. Brad was by far the most brutal, and at Maggie's urging, alternated between my ass and cunt with exceptional ferocity. When he entered my mouth, I could taste blood from his rending of my ass.

When Mr. Brooks finally took me to his limousine to drive me home I was exhausted and satisfied. Fortunately, he let me shower first or I would have been just covered in cum, as many of the men elected to cum on my face or tits. At Mr. Rancher's insistence, I dutifully wiped it from my body and put it in my mouth. 

Unfortunately, no one could find my dress so I had to get in the car wearing nothing but the short fur I came in. This would be hard to explain to Bill, I thought. As tired as I was, I didn't even bother to button it. I noticed Mr. Rancher's driver, a very ugly, mean looking colored guy, move the rearview mirror so he could get a better look. If he had been white, I probably would have been a little embarrassed and covered up, but I certainly wasn't going to worry about what a "nigger" (as we call them in Georgia) thought about me! I simply told him to get his filthy black eyes off of me and totally ignored him. I've always treated coloreds that way.




A Night To Remember



It was a hot night in the beginning of the summer. The air was thick and heavy. I decided to surprise you with your favorite meal, grilled filet mignon, baked potatoes, and steamed asparagus. I started the preparations early so everything would be ready when you arrived home from the office. I shopped mid afternoon and made sure I had everything I would need to make this an evening to remember.

I set the table for two, with the nice china and special silverware, usually reserved for the holidays. I then began to season the asparagus and place it in the steamer. I had already marinated the meat and set the grill ablaze. After placing the filets on the grill, I proceeded to start baking the potatoes. Once I had accomplished this, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I flavored my full lips with strawberry gloss and set my shoulder length brown hair free of the clips holding it off my neck. I know how much you love to run your fingers through my hair. On my way back down the stairs, I lit candles on each step, and the others that I strategically placed throughout the house. I checked my appearance one last time in the foyer mirror. At that exact moment I heard your car pull up into the driveway. 

I slipped on my stilettos to compliment my body hugging black dress that accentuated all of my lush curves and waited for you at the front door. As soon as I heard your keys jingle I opened the door wide. You took one look at me and your mouth was left agape. Your eyes scanned the area behind me and saw what I had done and a knowing smile appeared on your face. I kissed you sweetly and grabbed you by your tie, pulling you into the house. Once I got you inside I removed your suit coat and sat you on the sofa. I removed your shoes and led you by the hand upstairs to our bedroom. I sat you on the bed and asked you to wait there while I prepared your shower. I turned the water on to the exact temperature that you like and grabbed you a fresh fluffy towel. I came back to the bed and pulled you up by both hands. As you stood there I removed your tie, and shirt. I sighed as I looked at your chiseled chest and ran my hands over your muscular arms. All those hours spent at the gym were definitely showing. Next I undid your belt and tossed it onto the bed. Slowly I undid the top button of your pants, slid down the zipper and let them slide down your long legs. I let your pants sit in a puddle at your feet. Slowly I turned around so my ass would face you and bent down to remove your socks and slip your pants off your feet. You palmed my ass with your big hands and playfully spanked me. 

I led you into our bathroom, which was slightly steamy from the running the shower. I told you to get washed up and I would be back in 10 minutes to get you. I laid your black silk pajama pants on the bed, next to your robe, so you could put them on when you were finished. I forgot your underwear on purpose. I headed back to the kitchen to check on dinner. Everything was going smoothly, just as I planned. I flipped the steaks again, lowered the heat and set about checking the side dishes. Once I had this completed, I went to the stereo and turned on the cd player. I set it to shuffle, that way we'd get a good mix of music from all the cd's I had compiled just for tonight. I made some compilations of all of our favorite R & B music, old school and new. 

I went back up to the bedroom to see if you had finished showering. You had just stepped out of the shower when I walked into the bathroom. Your body was still dripping wet and all that I could think about was licking every drop off of your body. I tried to remind myself that I wanted to wait until later to touch you, but my body won out over my mind. I walked towards you. Your back was facing me. I licked a trail from the base of your neck to the crack of your ass. You turned around to face me. I was already on my knees. You stood with your delectable dick just close enough for me to lick. You leaned your big body back against the sink for support. I ran both my hands up your thighs and back down, tickling you with my nails. Your body shook slightly from the sensation. I licked the underside of your balls and gently sucked each individual one into my mouth. You were began to rub your hands through my hair. I looked up at you and all you could do is lick your lips and say " Don't stop now baby." I slid your balls out of my mouth and reached for your dick. It felt so good in my hand, hard and firm. It stood proudly at attention, waiting for me, calling to me. I felt a rush of power in knowing that my mouth was the reason for your arousal. I licked the head of your cock and all around the sensitive edge, then up the shaft and back to the head again. My mouth slowly enveloped you, like I was sucking a big lollipop, too big to fit all of it in my mouth at once, but worth the effort to get it all inside. You let out a moan to let me know that so far you were pleased with what I was doing. I pulled you inside, shallow at first and with each bob of my head, I drew you deeper into the warmth of my mouth. I teased you this way for a while before I truly went to work on you. I reached one hand down to cup your balls and gently play with them while I continued sucking your dick. I loved the feel of you against my lips and the taste of you on my tongue. You held onto the sink top with one hand, to steady yourself, while using the other to tug my hair. I usually get irritated when you do this, but now I was inspired by it, knowing you were enjoying what I was doing. I heard every sound you made, felt every shift of your body. I could feel my own juices spill over and I just wanted to make you feel as amazing as I did. I kept going, I tasted your pre cum, knowing the moment wasn't too far off. I wanted to taste you, to feel all of you trickle down my throat and see that satisfied look upon your face. I continued until that moment happened. You gripped my hair, and pushed as deep as my mouth would allow you to go. Your body tensed and then released. I felt your body shake as you exploded inside my mouth, spilling down my throat. I greedily swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of you. "Damn baby," was all you could say. I looked up at you with my big brown eyes, yours were still closed, but a sated smile crossed your lips. Your hand was still wrapped up in my hair, although you had loosened your grip. I gently pulled your hand off of my head and stood up. I turned the shower back on, and this time I got in with you.

I wasted no time getting cleaned up and left you to finish while I checked on our dinner. I rushed downstairs hoping that it hadn't burned during our tryst in the bathroom. Thankfully I had turned down the heat earlier on the grill, so I didn't ruin our dinner. In fact it still wasn't quite ready. I went back upstairs, and into the walk-in closet to put on my next outfit. I decided on a black, embroidered bustier, matching black thong, thigh highs, garter belt and black stilettos. I checked my hair in the mirror, threw on my robe and headed back into the bathroom for you. You were walking into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist. I helped you dry off and rubbed lotion quickly on your body. You got dressed in what I laid out for you and I could see your reaction to the feel on the silk against your body. I was glad it turned you on. I could see your dick begin to swell beneath your pants. I still had on my robe. You had yet to see what I was wearing. I led you downstairs, and sat you at the table.

I removed my robe and stood back so you could look me over from head to toe. You instantly got an erection and reached for me. " Relax, there will be time for you to eat me later," I said teasingly. I gently swatted your hands away and sat across from you so we could eat. I asked about your day at the office and you said it had been a difficult one. You went into more detail and I saw the frown on your face deepen. I could tell that your stressful day had taken a toll on your usually good mood, but I planned to take away any thought of your day at work. We finished eating and with drinks in hand, we went into the living room. 

Since it was the beginning of summer, it was too hot to light the fireplace, so I improvised with candles and we sat on the sofa. We looked into each other's eyes for a while. I have never felt so connected to you as I did in that moment. It was almost as if I could feel all of your thoughts. I leaned in to kiss you. Our lips touched softly, sweetly. I touched your head and placed my hand on your cheek. I had my eyes open and you opened yours. I hoped you could see in my eyes how much I love you, because I could see it in yours. I slid my body closer to you, but finally opted to straddle your lap. I could feel your arousal as soon I sat down. It felt good against my thighs. We continued to kiss in our current position. I love the way your lips feel against mine, how we seem to be so in tune with one another when we kiss.

The music changed to a seductive slow jam. I leaned my head back and looked deep into your eyes. I stood and grabbed you by the hand. "Will you dance with me baby?" It would be the first time we did this and one we would both remember. You tried to be a gentleman by putting your hands on my waist, when I knew you really wanted to place them directly on my booty. I wrapped my arms around your neck and buried my face in your chest. Our bodies molded together, we fit into each other like pieces of a puzzle. We swayed to the music and got lost in the song. I could feel your breath against my neck and your heartbeat in my ear. You placed your hands on my ass and pushed me closer to your rigid arousal. I looked up at you, your eyes were closed, a relaxed look upon your face. I guess you were really starting to forget about your stressful day. We continuing until the song was over and then I excused myself so I could prepare dessert. You let go of my body reluctantly. I asked you to wait in the living room until I called for you. I could tell you were about the say something. I placed my finger across your lips and said, " Don't ask any questions, you will enjoy what I am about to serve you." With that I left the room and headed for the kitchen. 

I had decided not to actually make dessert. I figured we could make dessert out of each other instead. I had bought all the usual stuff, strawberries, cherries, whipped cream, etc...I went to the fantasy shop and purchased a blindfold, some silk handkerchiefs, a feather, and a bottle of massage oil during my mid afternoon trip. I grabbed a small cooler from the pantry, placed ice in the bottom and added all of the fruits and cream to take to our bedroom. You eyed me suspiciously as I made my way up the stairs with my strange package.

Upon my arrival, I lit some lavender scented candles and put on a relaxation cd that sounded like the ocean. I set my cooler beside the bed, I hung the blindfold on the door knob with a note attached to it. " Please put this on, so you cannot see anything. No cheating. I promise I won't hurt you. Knock on the door three times so I know that you are ready and I will let you inside." I called your name and told you to come upstairs. I closed and locked the door and finished my preparations. I warmed the oil so I could give you a massage, and I tied the handkerchiefs on the bedposts for later. I heard your footsteps pause at the door and your chuckle after reading my note. You did as it said and knocked three times.

I opened the door and took you by the hand and led you to the bed. I took off your robe and pants. You stood naked before me. I just stared at you in silence for a few moments. I loved your broad shoulders and how your upper body appeared to be shaped like a V. I wanted you right then and there, but I decided to stick with my plan, it would be worth the wait. I asked you to lay face down on the bed, you hesitated at first and I reminded you that I was not going to hurt you, so you needn't be afraid. You complied with my request and lay on the bed. You heard the ocean in the background and relaxed into the sound. You commented on the scent of the candles and the feel of the sheets beneath you. It seemed as though your other senses were in overdrive since I had taken away your sight. 

I rubbed some warm oil between my hands and began massaging your back. I could feel the tension in your shoulders. I was determined to work out all of the knots. I worked out your shoulders and continued my way down your back, to your legs. I deeply kneaded the backs of your thighs and calves. I even massaged your feet, which you enjoyed immensely. I did your arms, and your hands as well. Once I was confident that I hadn't missed a spot I asked you to roll over and sit up. You seemed almost as if you had fallen asleep, but you did as I asked. 

Once you were in a sitting position, I fluffed some pillows so you could lean against the headboard. I leaned over the side of the bed and opened the cooler. I wanted to test your sense of smell. So with the blindfold still on, I alternated the fruit and asked you to tell me which one you smelled. If you guessed right you got to eat it and if you guessed wrong, I tickled you with the feather. We played this game for a while and then I decided it was time to get into something different. I told you to lie on your back and put your arms up. Again you did as I asked and I took each of your arms and tied the silk handkerchiefs around your wrists, not too tight, but just enough. Since you were so tall I could do the same to your ankles, so your body was completely vulnerable to my touch and you had no way to defend yourself. We were going to play " kiss and don't touch." I took the feather and started at your head and ran it along your face, to your chest, across you belly, down your thighs, over your feet and back up again. I used it to tickle your balls and lastly your penis. Your body shivered at the sensations you were feeling, not in a giggling sort of way, but in pleasure. The feather was soft and slightly silky. I straddled your legs and leaned down to kiss you. I drew your bottom lip into my mouth and sucked it gently. You tried to grab me, but your hands were tied up. I smiled at this and continued with what I was doing. I kissed you a little longer and then I got up. You felt my weight lift off the bed. I stood there silently watching you, waiting for your reaction. You just waited there patiently, sensing that I hadn't actually left you alone in the room.

I removed the whipped cream from the cooler and squirted it on your chest, in circles around your belly button and on your thick thighs. I placed my knees on either side of your head. Then I slowly began to lick the whipped cream off your chest, feeling the texture of your skin on my tongue. I started to work my way south. I no sooner reached your belly button and your dick was swollen was desire. I licked the whipped cream off you thighs and lowered my peach to your lips. " Taste this," I said. You cautiously stuck out your tongue and dipped it into my honey. That was all the coaxing you needed. You gave me a well-deserved tongue lashing and I came all over your face.

When my body finally stopped shaking, I grabbed a towel and cleaned off your face, I still did not untie your hands. Pre cum was sliding down your dick making it shine in the candlelight. I decided to clean that up for you as well, only not with a towel but with my tongue. I slid your firmness into my mouth and slurped up your juices. I decided that tonight, another first, I was going to ride you. I knew you wanted this, but until now I had been too shy to try. I guess the fact that you could not see me made it more enticing. I climbed on top of your firmness and pushed you inside my warmth.

I took you shallow at first, so I could adjust to your fullness and depth. I put my hands on your chest and began to rock. I really wasn't sure exactly how to move, but I went with my instinct and so far I was right. As I got into a steady rhythm, I took off your blindfold so you could look at me. As soon as I removed the blindfold our eyes locked. I could swear you grew bigger inside me. You were so hot by the sight of my hair cascading over my shoulders and my breasts bouncing. You gave me a satisfied smirk and said, " I like that baby, keep going." 

I took pity on you and untied your hands also. You seemed to touch me everywhere at once, devouring me with your kisses. I leaned forward, pressing my nipples to your lips. You flicked them with your tongue until they were tight and hard, then I fed them to you. You sucked them like a starving infant, not too hard, but just right. My body got juicier with the sensations rocketing through me. I came hard, squeezing you, drawing you deeper. You grunted with the pleasure of my contractions.

You rolled me onto my back and drove deeper into my sugar walls. My legs were over your shoulders and you surprised me by sucking my toes. I was in utter disbelief at that moment. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. With that you switched to the toes on my left foot and gave it the same treatment. I was so aroused by this that I came again, moaning your name as I did, over and over and over again. You with drew and rolled me on to my stomach and hit it from the back, my ass jiggling with every stroke. You playfully spank me and grab my ass cheeks firmly as you pull me deeper onto your stiff dick. I can't seem to get enough of you, so I grind myself deeper onto your member. You take one hand and wrap it into my hair and tug with each thrust. I feel like I am about to cum again, but you switch it up on me.

You lay me on my side, with one leg flat and the other propped against your shoulder. You bury yourself deep inside me, so deep I feel you in my chest and I still want you deeper. You feel so good inside me. I cry out to you and you kiss me passionately. 

You begin to stroke, slow at first, picking up the pace with each movement. You stick your finger in my mouth and I suck it as if it was your dick. "That's it baby," you say. You use the other hand to rub my clit. This is my undoing, you touched that sensitive spot so expertly that I can't hold back. I cum again and this time you cum with me. We both call out to a higher power and collapse, twisted and tangled in one another, sweaty and spent. Once we are able to catch our breath, we separate to cool off. Before I know it, I hear the soft sounds of your normal breathing, I turn to see your eyes closed and your chest rising and falling with each breath, content and relaxed. I am amazed by the love I have found in you and the love we made tonight. I know deep in my heart that I could spend the rest of my life with you and with that thought I fall asleep with a smile on my lips and forever in my heart. Until tomorrow...



A Night to Remember



It was a cold clear Friday night. They had been out to a play as part of their Christmas celebration. The Nutcracker was a delight, one of those things that you always see scenes from, but never see the entire ballet performed. She had snuggled on his shoulder the entire evening, his arm wrapped around her. He could still feel the impression the armrest made in his side.

It was not too late, and they stopped to buy some coffee from a small coffee shop that was in the process of closing for the evening.  Laughing together and talking about the ballet they wandered back on the sidewalk.

While they were downtown, he wanted to stop by his office and pick up some work for the weekend. As they walked from the theater to his office, a few flakes started to float down, caught by the wind, they swirled around the street lights, creating little patches of light. They would stop at the crosswalks, look at the nearly empty streets and hurry across against the lights.

They huddled together as they walked, shivering, his arm around her, feeling her body vaguely through her heavy coat. Each of them lost in their own thoughts. He found himself reflecting on the past, and their future. Their last child would leave for college next fall, and already their lives were refocusing on each other. He thought about it, and decided he like the feeling: he enjoyed focusing on her and on them. So much of the connection between them had been lost somehow over the last 20 years in the scurry of raising the kids, and in both their career ambitions. He remembered the spontaneity of their early relationship, hoping they could rekindle it somehow.

Opening the door to his office building for her, he greeted the guard by name as they unbuttoned their coats, brushing the snow from each other’s shoulders. He turned to her and asked if she wanted to come up, or wait in the lobby. She smiled, not wanting the magic of the night to end, and said she would join him.

As they rode the elevator to the 25th floor he studied their reflections in the polished elevator door. A mid-40s couple in their open coats stared back at him in the distorted pattern of the polished metal. He thought about how stunning she looked in her evening gown, black and sparkling, low enough in front to give a hint of cleavage, and low in back as well baring her sensual back. It was long, slinky and fit perfectly. Revealing enough to turn male, and some female, heads but not so revealing that it started tongues wagging. She had enough weight on her small frame to make sensual curves in her dress. If she stood on her tiptoes she could just kiss the tip of his chin.  

It wasn’t so much her appearance that turned the heads (although it certainly turned his), there was a sensuality about her that men found hard to resist. He still felt it, even after all the years they had spent together. Men were always flirting with her, and she flirted back, to a point. In their younger days the flirting bothered him, but over the years he had learned that she was not interested in any man but him. Once he figured that out, he enjoyed watching it, and the envious glances he got when the other men got nowhere with her, and he left with her on his arm.

The elevator doors opened, and he reached out to hold them for her. He slipped off his coat, and helped with hers, holding them both over his arm, damp now with melted snow. As they stepped up to the door, and he slid the key into the lock he felt her hand on his back. He turned to her, and kissed her softly, feeling her moist lips against his, the soft scent of her perfume in the air created an electric atmosphere. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he turned the key and opened the door.

The area was quiet and dimly lit as they walked down the corridor to his office. They went into his office it was mostly dark, lit only by the downtown lights from the floor to ceiling window along one wall. He said it would take a few minutes for him to gather things up. He tossed their coats in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

As he went to turn on the light, her hand covered his, preventing him from flipping the switch. He smiled and gave her a quick kiss, lips briefly brushing. He turned to his desk to gather his papers. After about 5 minutes he had them together and looked up.

He saw her standing in front of the office window, her face lit by the lights below, eyes shining.  The soft lights brought out the details in her face, her cheekbones, and her blue eyes. He could see the blonde highlights in her hair, mixing with the gray she struggled to conceal. With the shadows accentuating the soft swell of her breasts and the warm look of desire in her smile, he knew this was an image of her he would carry in his mind forever. He moved up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. She leaned back against him, her hands covering his on her belly and together they looked at the lights of the city below them.

After a few minutes of staring at the lights of the city below, he nuzzled her ear. His warm breath gently filled it, as he took the tip of her ear lobe in his mouth, tugging a little at the diamond stud earrings she had worn this evening. He heard a gentle sigh, and then a low moan escape from her lips, and felt her hands tighten a little on top of his.

His mouth slipped lower to the side of her neck. His tongue sliding over the smooth skin, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils, as the bitter taste filled his mouth. Gently sucking and licking his mouth and tongue slid over her neck. He moved across the nape to the other side. As he gently kissed the back of her neck, he felt her move his hands to cover her breasts, forcing his hands to fondle her. 

Her breasts felt full in his hands. He felt their warmth though the dress, as he suspected, she had gone braless. As he nuzzled and licked her neck, and his hands fondled her breasts he felt her press back against his stiffening cock.  Her hands slipped from his and she leaned against the window. She felt the cold glass under her palms. He felt his cock slide against the cleft between her cheeks through the dress. Moaning against her neck, his fingertips found her nipples and teased them through her dress: sliding over them, then gently pinching and rolling them as they stiffened.

Reluctantly his hands slipped away from her breasts, and excitedly fumbled with the clasp at the neck of her dress. As she slid the dress down her arms and let it fall to her waist, his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing the warm mounds. Allowing the long, hard nipples to poke between his fingers, then pressing his fingers together to pinch them. He felt her press her ass back into him, and a little moan slip from her mouth. He grinned at her obvious pleasure. He squeezed the buds almost tenderly at first, and then harder, his fingers pushing into the soft skin of her breasts, and her hard nipples along the sides of his fingers. 

Their breath was becoming ragged, and coming in short gasps as their passion rose.  She moved her hips forward and reached behind her. He felt her fingers slide along his hard cock, stroking it through his trousers. Her fingers teasing him as he had teased her nipples. Her fingers found his zipper, and he felt it slide down, and her hand eagerly snake inside, finding the slit in his boxers, and wrap around his cock and pull it through the opening.

His hands fell to her thighs and pulled her dress up, bunching it in his hands until he had it up and over her hips. He looked down and saw her thigh-hi black stockings, and the tiny strands holding the thong, one disappearing between the cheeks of her ass. Reaching around her hip, his fingers slipped over the front of the thong, feeling the rough surface of the lace it was made from. It just barely covered her mound. He slipped his hungry fingers inside from the top, sliding through the soft hairs, lower and lower until they slid through the wet the folds of her pussy. Searching, he found the hard button of her clit. His finger slid over it, wet and hard. He stroked it gently. He felt her shudder and call his name. Her hand griped his cock more tightly, squeezing and sliding up and down his member. 

His hand dipped deeper into her thong, cupping her pussy. He felt how wet and slippery she was, his fingers squeezing, pressing into her. His mouth was at her neck again this time she felt the sharpness of his teeth sinking into her neck. His bite sent a shiver through her.

He had to have her, had to sink his cock into her. Looking around he spied some scissors on his desk. Reaching, he grabbed them and slid them under the back of her thong, cutting both sides and pulling it from her. Putting the scissors down, he lifted the ruined thong to his face and inhaled her musky scent, feeling her moisture on his face. His tongue tasting her sweet juices her on her panties.

Moving closely behind her again, he thrust against her, his hard cock slipping between her legs and sliding along her glistening lips. She took half a step forward, pressing her cheek and breasts against the cold window. The thought crossed her mind what the scene would look like to anyone looking in. She felt the cold glass on her nipples, causing them to stiffen even more.

He reached down sensing the tip of his cock finding it’s way to the right spot; he pressed and felt his cock slide in a little. He felt the tug of her giving way as he entered her from behind. Eager small strokes, each deeper, working his way into her. His hands bunching her dress at her hips, pressing into her as he pulled her back on his cock.

A powerful sensation of existing for his pleasure swept over her, her hands on the window ledge, upper body and cheek pressed against the cold window. She knew the hardness of his cock driving into her, that wonderful full feeling, always the same, yet somehow always new. Despite their almost animal passion, the there was a feeling of oneness with the man she loved.

He began to pump, his hips working a rhythm that she soon matched. Driving deep inside her. He bent over her back, hands on the window by her head. She felt the material of his shirt against her back, and his trousers against her ass.

He slid one hand around her hip and between her legs. He felt his cock stretching her as he drove into her. His finger worked her clit, sliding over it, scraping it a little with his nail. He felt the shudder move through her, and her breath coming in short gasps.

He knew she was close, and he knew he was too. Driving into her, his hips pounding against her ass. He felt that familiar tightness from her as her pussy began to clutch at his cock and spasm. He paused, deep inside her to savor the rippling feeling along his cock from her. Then pulled out and drove deeply into her, pausing at the depth of each stroke. She was shuddering and moaning, he drove deeply, his hands sliding to her shoulders, squeezing as he let go, his hot cum spurting deep inside her. Shuddering with spasm after spasm they both came.

Breathlessly they stood there, panting, his arms wrapped around her, bent over her back. He softly kisses her neck and wordlessly holds her. Long minutes pass.

He whispers, Merry Christmas, this was an incredible present in her ear as he slides from her pussy. She stands and feels their juices inside her as her dress falls back down from her hips. She knows that by the time they get home they will have leaked from her and soaked her dress, but it brings a smile to her face.

She turns to kiss him, their lips pressed together. Their tongues tangle, moving from his mouth to hers and back again. He feels the warmth of her breasts against his chest through his shirt as their arms wrap around each other, holding each other close. The gentle sensation of her loosened hair tickles the side of his face.

She lifts and fastens the top of her dress back at her neck. He slides his softening cock back into his trousers. He picks up their coats, and as he helps her on with his tells her,

“I’ll never look at this office in the same way again.”

Her laughter echoes in the hallway as he closes his office door.

Monday morning he arrives early ready to start a new week. As he walks into his office, he catches the scent of her perfume and the musky smell of sex still lingering in the air. He spies her tattered thong lying crumpled in front of the window. He stoops to retrieve it, pressing it to his nose, and inhaling. He smiles a little smile, and slips it into his desk drawer.



A Night To Remember



The moon hung low in the Spring sky. The stars were so big and bright you could almost reach out and pluck them from the sky. I was filled with apprehension as I moved across the parking lot. The gravel crunched under my feet as I looked for the room whose number was prominently displayed on the key. My fears mounted the closer I got to the room. Was he inside waiting for me or would he join me later?

Sliding the key into the lock, I opened the door and slipped inside. Closing the door softly behind me, I felt around the wall inside the door for a light switch. As I flipped it up, the room was bathed in a soft warm glow. The bedspread was removed from the bed and the blanket and sheet turned back. A satin nightie laid on the edge of the bed. As I approached, I noticed a note resting on top of the nightie. Moving to the bed, I picked up the note and read, "Take a nice hot bath, put this on and wait for me...." I stroked the nightie. It was a soft cream color with beading and crystals on the satin bodice. The spaghetti straps crossed in the back and the wide flared skirt fell softly from the waist. It was so beautiful, it took my breath away. 

I began to slowly remove my clothes laying them across a nearby chair. When I was totally nude, I walked into the bathroom. I couldn't believe the sight that awaited me. Candles were ablaze all over the room filling it with a romantic glow. The tub was filled with a sea of fragrant bubbles; the candlelight seemed to glimmering and danced off of the them. A small ice bucket containing a chilled bottle of wine and a delicately stemmed wine glass were resting on the bathtub ledge. Carefully laying my nightie over the counters edge, I moved back to the bathroom door. My eyes darted around the room for any sign of life. My heart was racing - my senses taut. With such recent preparations was he still here somewhere in the room watching me, guaging my reactions. After a careful scrutiny of the surroundings, I was satisfied that no matter how recently he had been here, he was now gone. Returning to the bathroom I poured myself a glass of sparkling wine and headed for the waiting bubble bath.

The wonderful warm water and the soft caressing bubbles traveled seductively up my body as I lowered myself into the tub. I felt an instant relaxation overtake me. The tensions and anticipations of this meeting melted away as I gave myself over to the soothing mist and warm penetrating water. I rested my head against the air filled pillow attached to the back of the tub and closed my eyes. I gave myself up totally to the decadent warmth and fragrance of the waters. A soft moan escaped my lips as I slipped further down into the tub. Grabbing a nearby sponge, I began to wash the cares of the day from my body. With quiet deliberation, I washed each areas separately making sure all was thoroughly cleansed. As the sponge traveled across the most intimate parts of my body, my mind wandered to him and his commanding presence. I could almost feel his breath cool across my skin as he bent over me intent on ministering to every part of my body. I could feel his gentle yet demanding strokes, as he stoked my fires of desire. In the guise of an innocent cleansing, he would start the seduction process. He would ignite not only my physical desires, but that deep every encompassing need for him that was so easily awakened. My hips began to move and I groaned, just enough to pull me back to reality. I had no idea when he would return and he would be most upset if I took control of that pleasure he reserved strictly for himself. 

When I was done, I rested my head on the back of the tub once more. Sipping my wine, I could feel every muscle in my body start to relax. All of the fears and apprehensions I had experienced on my ride here seemed to evaporate in the intoxicating mist. I was left with a feeling of pure euphoria. I drifted farther and farther into a world of muted sounds and wild dreams. Suddenly my mood was interrupted by the sound of soft music filling the bathroom. Glancing over to the counter, I saw a small clock radio that I had missed before. I put the empty wine glass back on the tub edge and stood up. Grabbing a nearby towel, I wrapped it around myself and stepped out . Crossing to the radio, I noticed another note resting on top of it. I picked up the note and read it, "Put on your nightie, step out of the bathroom with your back to the bedroom and put yourself into my hands". 

A shiver of anticipation ran thru me again, as I dropped the nightie over her head and smoothed it into place. Once again I wondered if he was hidden somewhere in the room all the time. I had not heard a door open or the floor creak. Was he flesh and blood or some wonderful image conjured up from desire and need? Running a brush thru my long auburn hair, I checked my image in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes sparkled. Satisfied with what I saw, I moved to the door, opened it and stepped out... backwards.... into the bedroom.

Almost immediately, I felt hands on my shoulders. I jumped at the touch, so unaware of his presence; it seemed he had just materialized behind me. As I went to turn in greeting, the hands moved up to my head and held it in place. "Don't turn around," came a sultry male voice. 

I stood very still. My heart raced as I felt the hands travel up and down my arms. He knew how much I loved the feel of his strong male hands caressing my skin and he never miss an opportunity to indulge himself in this most pleasant pastime. As my hair was moved to bare my neck, I felt his warm breath move across my skin. I felt the pressure of someone very close behind me and suddenly lips traveled lightly up my neck. The touch was so light at first I thought I was imagining it, but no....it was real. The kisses traveled down my neck again and across my shoulders as the hands moved up and down my arms. A soft sigh escaped my lips as my body began to relax. 

Suddenly, I felt a soft satin blindfold slip across my eyes. I could feel it being tied behind my head and my insides leapt with excitement. My heart beat a little faster. I felt myself being turned around and led out into the bedroom. 

I strained to hear the sounds around me. With my sight removed, my other senses seemed to become more alive. I heard the rumble of traffic outside and the rustle in the room as he moved around. I felt soft leather against my wrist as he buckled the cuffs in place. My heart pounded loudly in my ears. My hands were placed back down to my sides and I felt my legs being gently moved apart. I readjusted my weight over my feet and waited. The soft feel of leather touched my ankles as another set of cuffs were buckled in place. I felt the seductive touch of fingertips as they traveled over my body....down my back and across my butt... feather soft. They traveled on down my thighs and calves and across my feet. Then they started to move up the front of my body. I felt them getting closer and closer to my pussy...and I began to flow. I could feel my warm wet juices beginning to moisten me. I went to bring my legs together, but a pair of strong hands stopped me. I moved my legs back into their original position and waited. 

The fingers continued to explore my body and suddenly I felt them glaze across my pussy lips. The wave of desire that engulfed me was intense. I gasp a breath and held it. Was he going to venture into the deep sweet recesses of my pussy? The fingers glazed across my lips once more and moved on. A wave of intense longing and deep disappointment passed thru me. The fingers traveled up across my abdomen and stomach towards my breasts. 

My nipples strained towards the fingers moving across my breasts. They yearned to be caressed, pinched, kissed and nibbled. I waited for the touch of his fingers. Finally, it arrived. His fingers gently stroked my nipples and they got even harder. The thumb and forefinger of each hand grasped a nipple and rolled it firmly. The spark ignited a wave of pure pleasure that traveled down my stomach and into the core of my desires. My mound of desire grew hot. The fingers squeezed my nipples harder and twisted slightly. I threw my head back and moaned ....a sound of pure animal pleasure and need. As suddenly as they arrived, the fingers moved on. Again I was filled with a sense of disappointment ...worse than before. The fingers traveled up my neck and to my jaw. They scorched a path of yearning across my cool skin. I was sure if I could see, the charred trail of their touch would be prominently displayed. They went gently across the jaw, across the cheeks and over the brow. The feel of his fingers left a warm sensual trail in their aftermath. My whole body was tingling with feelings and desires – needs and wants.

Abruptly the fingers were gone and I was left standing alone and shaking; only this time the shaking was born of desire and not fear. I struggled to hear the noises in the room. I could sense him approaching me again. My hair was pushed away as I felt a trail of kisses being laid across her neck once more. I rotated my head slightly and it dropped forward in response to the feelings going thru me. Small almost inaudible gasps and moans escaped me. I was losing control of my body and its responses. It was incredible. 

All of a sudden I heard the sharp slap and felt a sting on my butt. I jumped involuntarily, a sharp yip escaping my lips as my body reacted to the slap. The echo of it filled the room. The warmth spread across my butt. I felt warm lips on mine...soft and sensual - more devouring my mouth then kissing it. My head was swimming. I reached out in front of me to embrace him...totally without warning or control...I needed to touch him, kiss him, be enveloped in the strong safe haven of his arms. But it was not to be, he caught my arms in mid air and firmly placed them back down at my sides. His lips continued to explore me with a softness yet I could clearly sense a strong undercurrent of strength and control as well . 

Another slap caressed my ass. I jumped, but did not remove my lips from his. I felt his hand caressing the warmth on my butt where his slap had struck. It was a strange sensation. The sting of the slap and the warmth it produced caressed by his tender touch. I wasn't sure if he was trying to rub it in or soothe it away. I smiled as yet another slap landed on my cheeks. This one brought a sharp intake of air. It was harder and more determined that the others and the flesh was getting sensitive from being repeatedly hit on the same spot. 

I felt strong male hands wrapped firmly around her waist as I was pulled down and across his lap. There could only be one reason for this position. He intended to spank my already tender butt. I felt the satin nightie being folded back to expose my cheeks to him. A mild breeze cooled my bottom....so recently warmed by his hand ...and a shudder traveled down my body. Was it a result of the cool breeze or something entirely different? I had never been spanked in my life, not even by as a child. I was filled with a flurry of mixed emotions....apprehension, fear, excitement, anticipation and desire. I was amazed as I realized the emotions running thru me. How could I find this spanking exciting and anticipate it? Before I had time to ponder it further, I felt his hand cross my butt in two quick slaps. The pain filled me and the warmth spread, but wait a minute. That wasn't his hand. Oh no! He was using some sort of paddle. As the realization hit me, I wasn't so sure I wanted to go on with this. The hope that his hand would get sore thus limiting the strength and duration of the spanking evaporated in an instant. I wiggled in his lap, just as the next stroke landed on me . Apparently my wiggling had inflamed him. I jumped and screamed as tears sprang to my eyes. Then I felt a gentle touch - a velvet soft touch - move over my tender skin. It felt soooo good. It circled and circled my butt. The feeling was silky and sensual. As the hand was removed, a coolness crossed my butt raising goose bumps on my flesh. No sooner had I taken a deep breath than the paddle came down on my red butt twice again. The snap of the paddle resounded in the room as did my sobs. I wiggled again, losing complete control, as two more quick slaps landed. I wanted to push myself off of his lap and jump up but I didn't. I wanted to please him, to make him proud of me. 

I remained where I was and waited for the next slap to land. It never came, but rather his soft velvet touch was on my tender skin again. It was sliding across me, caressing and soothing me. It was such a contrast to the cold leather of the paddle. I loved the feel of his hands on me, even if he was administering a spanking, but I knew he wanted the sheer contrast - hard/soft and cold/warm. It was having exactly the effect he knew it would. I began to moan as he continued to minister to my tender backside. As suddenly as it came, it was gone and all I felt was the warmth radiating from my well paddled cheeks. Not a stroke had missed its mark. He was a true artist. I held my breath anticipating the next slap, but it was not to be. I felt myself being lifted from his lap and stood up straight again. My butt was warm and I liked it. The warmth seemed to radiate not only over me but through me. I smiled to myself. Who would have ever thought that a spanking could have turned me on so? My juices were flowing; my pussy was wet; my clit was throbbing. He raised my hands up in the air and slid the nigthie up, over my head and off.

"Lie down on the bed and move to the left till I tell you to stop," I heard him say. I climbed onto the bed and started to move to the left. "Stop," he said.

I felt him lean over and grab my left arm. He pulled it towards him and I could hear the snap of metal. He moved away and as I tried to pull my arm down to my side, I realized it was bound. I could feel him pulling my left leg towards him. In a moment I heard the snap of metal again. My left leg was now secured and I was unable to move it more than an inch or so. He moved to the right side of the bed and quickly secured my right arm and leg as well. I was now bound spread eagle and naked to the bed and at his complete mercy. What had I done? "How well do I really know this man that I allowed to do this," I wondered? It was a little late for that question. My fate was in his hands. My butt was still warm from the spanking and this just succeeded in worrying me even more.

I felt the mattress give under his weight as he climbed on the bed next to me. I felt the velvety touch I had just felt on my butt. It moved down my cheek and onto me neck. It felt so very good, so soft and comforting. My senses were totally concentrated on his touch. I felt dizzy and breathless - lost in a world of his making and under his control, and suddenly I knew it. The true sense of what was happening to me and my willingness to accept it was becoming crystal clear to me. I was torn between the world of cold conscious reality and soft dreamy feelings. 

The caress moved on across my shoulders and to the top of my breasts. A chill passed thru my body as I savored the sensations produced by his soft touch. My nipples were rock hard as they anticipated the feeling coming towards them. The softness brushed across my right nipple and I strained against my bonds to keep the nipple in contact with his touch. I was filled with not only desire and need, but a sense of utter frustration. All I wanted was the feeling to continue, but it was gone - moving towards my left nipple. As it glazed the nipple, I groaned out loud. My head was swimming and my mind was in a whirl. The softness was delicious. It teased and tempted my nipple and I could feel the nipple straining forward. Patient stroking and kneading brought it up to its full erection. The need in my pussy was incredible. The juices flowed and I longed to be filled. My hips were rotating in a steady motion. 

I shivered as the softness moved down my stomach and across my abdomen. I felt his fingers touch my pussy lips and I jumped in anticipation. I strained to open my legs even wider. I wanted this wonderful feeling to caress my clit, but I could not position her legs wide enough. The softness brushed over my full moist pussy lips....up and down it went. My hips moved faster than ever. I strained up off of the bed and tried to get the softness deeper inside me. To my consternation the softness moved on. It became painfully clear to me that everything would be in his time, not mine. Down my thighs and calves, across my feet it moved. Then it was gone.

I laid very still and listened. What would come next? Suddenly I felt hands caressing my body. They seemed to be everywhere at once...my breasts, my face, her arms, my legs and my pussy. Hands were moving all over me turning my skin to fire, stoking my desires. I began to moan and to writhe on the bed. I was consumed by the fire. My body ached with desire. As quickly as it began, it stopped. I felt movement on the bed and he was gone. I was alone with my thoughts and all I could think of was him. My heart filled with dread as I contemplated the possibility that he had left me - alone and filled with a longing for him that was so intense it felt like a physical pain.

I strained my ears once again to hear the sounds of him in the room, but I could hear nothing. Had he really left me here alone? How long would he be gone? Would he come back at all? All of theses questions bounced around in my head and I was full of apprehension.

Just then I felt him return to the bed. I let out a sigh of relief. My lips were covered with his ....a whisper soft across my mouth. His lips and tongue gently played with my mouth, starting my desire up again. He kissed my eyelids and my cheeks. His kisses trailed down my neck and across my shoulders. I moaned as his lips traveled over my body unimpeded. I felt his lips moving across the top of my breasts. First kisses and then his tongue tracing a path where his lips had been. My moans became louder; my desire more ardent. He licked my right nipple and I gasped. The sharp waves of pleasure immediately filled my pussy. My hips were frantic. I longed for release as the sensations got stronger and stronger. I pulled on my bonds determined to feel his mouth stronger on me. I felt his fingers close over my left nipple as he sucked and nibbled on the right one. I could hold out no longer.  

"May I please cum, Sir?" I gasped, barely audible. I hoped with all of my heart, he would give his consent. I was long past the point of controlling these feelings overtaking my body and I knew what cumming without permission would earn me.   "You may cum when and as often as you need to, little one," he replied.   I could not believe my ears. He was giving me complete rein on the wonderful sensations filling me. He had never done that before. This was a special night indeed.   My body began to shake with the first tremors of orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed thru me. I strained against her bonds as I felt my juices flowing freely from my body. He never stopped. Rather at the first sign of orgasm, he redoubled his efforts. Taking my left nipple into his mouth and grasping the right one with his fingers, he continued to tease me to release. One spasm of pleasure followed another until I felt I would surely pass out from his attentions. 

Finally, he stopped. I was left laying there spent and shaken. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and reflected on what had just happened. My mind relived every feeling and emotion in minute detail. Never had I cum so hard. Never had my senses been so keen. I was amazed at the strength of my responses. I longed to hold him in my arms and kiss him. I wanted to make love to him as he had to me. I called out to him, lovingly, "Sir?" I heard no response. "Sir?" I called again, still no reply. "SIR?" I called out in a panicked voice, but no response was forthcoming. 




A Night to Remember



Author's note: this was inspired by, and dedicated to...you know who you are!

It's dark in the room, and I can see your silhouette against the glow of your computer monitor. You sit, dressed in only a long-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties, reading the words I had written you last. Your left hand is softly stroking your cotton-clad lips through the panties, and your right is on the mouse, scrolling down. I can hear your soft exhalations as you read. They're becoming more rapid, more urgent.

Suddenly you're aware of me behind you. You've felt my breath on your neck, and you recognize it, though we've never met. You lean your head back and raise your chest, waiting for me to lean over you. Then you feel my hands slide under your arms on their way to your breasts. I grasp your firm, small mounds through the shirt, squeezing them, kneading them. My fingers surround your nipples, and I pinch them, hard enough to draw a quick intake of breath from you.

I dip my mouth to your neck, and bite. It's enough to make you flinch, enough to leave a small red mark on that perfect skin. I love feeling you this way, and I know somehow that you love it, too. A little pain often leads to a lot of pleasure, and your pleasure is already beginning, radiating from that soft, wet spot between those muscular thighs.

"Give me your hands," I say softly, and you raise them above your head. I hold both wrists in one of my hands as I loop the rope around them with the other. It's a soft cotton rope, not designed to chafe, only to contain, and I pull your arms down until your hands are behind your head, and tie them to the back of the chair. You start to ask what I'm doing, but I shush you, and you obey, anxious to find out for yourself. Bending down, I tie your ankles to the center post of your chair, firmly enough to control your movements, but not eliminate them. Your thighs are already opening and closing, squeezing the supple flower between them in anticipation.

"I brought you a present," I tell you, and slowly spin the chair around. You look up at me, squinting in the half-light, anxious to finally see my face in person. You smile. You're not disappointed, that's obvious. Then your eyes travel down my naked body, resting on my cock, which is hanging before you, and I see you tremble a little. Yes, it'll do, you think lustily. "Well, hi, lover," you say, your thighs still contracting on their own.

Then you look beyond me, onto the bed. There is someone there, reclining just out of sight behind me. You lean to the right, and see that it's a woman, or more precisely, a beautiful 18-year old girl. She looks vaguely familiar, but you don't know her. She's just one of the visions you had once, when you allowed yourself to think that way. She's blonde, with long straight flaxen hair. You can see a lean, hard stomach beneath a cranberry-colored crop top, and above a pair of white stretch shorts. Large, full breasts. Long, tanned legs, the muscles not unlike your own, a runner's muscles. She is smiling shyly at you as she leans on her elbows.

"Is she my present?" you ask, hopefully, not sure which you want more, my cock or her body. I look at you for a long moment.

"Ours," I say.

Then I turn, leaning over the girl, and begin to undress her, quickly. I rip the top up over her shoulders and pull it off her arms, which she holds up obediently. Then I hook my forefingers into the waistband of her shorts and pull them down, stopping when they are at her knees. She lifts her legs, all the while looking at you, and I slowly slide them off over her ankles. Her legs are pressed tightly together, but then she smiles at you and begins to spread them as she lowers them onto the edge of the bed.

Your eyes are on her pussy, your own clenching uncontrollably now. Puffy lips, with just a wisp of blonde hair above them, and the glimmer of wetness upon them. Soft. Pliable. Sweet. Young.

I stand to the side, watching you watch her, and smile. She looks at you confidently now, sure that you want her, and licks her lips. You mirror her movements. Then you turn to me, looking up. Your eyes say, 'well?' but I'm not ready to let you participate yet. Your eyes drop to my hand, which is slowly stroking my cock. It's hard now, and is already wet at the end. Precum hangs precariously from the slit, and you don't want it to fall wasted onto the floor. Nor do I. I wipe a finger over the end, and offer it to you.

Your lips close over the end of my finger, and I feel their softness, their fullness. Suddenly I want my mouth on yours. I pull my fingertip from those lips and bend over you. Your mouth is receptive, and opens as our lips meet. Your tongue is there, ready to greet my own, and they dance together for a few moments as we drink in each other's taste. My right hand returns to your breast, and I pull at the nipple again, pinching lightly. It's as hard as a little pebble under your shirt. Your breath trembles beneath my mouth, and I smile into those lips. Pleasure. Pain.

When we break, finally, I stand back and look down at you once again. Your face is flushed, I can see, even in the meager light from your monitor. It's beautiful, and sexy. So sexy. I suddenly grab your t-shirt at the neck and begin to tear it, pulling it off your body in two pieces. Chuckling softly, I turn to the girl on the bed, who has been watching us silently. She looks up at me and smiles, now eager to be included in whatever is going to happen.

I take one of her ankles in each hand and raise them above my shoulders, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. Her smooth soft pussy looks so inviting. To me. To you. I hold her legs there and she looks over at you, her lips curling in lust. 'Look at me,' she seems to be saying. 'Watch me being fucked, and imagine it was you.'

And, as I slowly drag my cock up past the crack of her ass and into the furrow between those lips, you do. You know exactly what she's feeling, as her lips part slightly, then begin to split wide open before my invading member. You can see my balls hanging down between my spread legs, and as they press up against the girl's ass, you know that I am deep inside her, and your own pussy grips against itself as it tries to share the sensation.

She moans, long and softly, and so do you. I stand, buried within her softness, for a long, long moment, and as you look from the girl to me, you realize that we are both looking at you. This, our pleasure, is for you, an appetizer of sorts. You know that now, and feel an orgasm approaching. Fast. Hard. Your eyes shut as you reach for it, but it's already there, and you let it barrel over you, your breath becoming ragged as your legs tremble beneath you. You can't move your feet, but you can squeeze your legs together, and you do, trapping your swollen clit between muscular thighs. Milking your own pleasure. Your coarse breathing fills the room.

Finally, you slow down. You slump back into the chair and feel the wetness below you. That was nice, but it's only the beginning of your pleasure. I pull from the girl and release her ankles from my grip. Turning to you, I untie your wrists as you lean over, eagerly, to take my cock into your mouth. Do you want to taste me, or her, more? It doesn't matter to me. I let you suck me.

Your mouth is soft and warm around me, your tongue busy. Your right hand cups my balls as you suck. You give me a quick, expert blowjob, but your eyes are on the girl, once again reclining on her elbows, watching you. I nod at the girl, and she rises from the bed and comes over to us. She sinks to her knees between your own, and puts her hands on your thighs, but her mouth turns to me.

I pull from your mouth and enter hers. She doesn't suck as well, but it doesn't matter: you almost had me coming, anyway. As she mouths me, her fingernails run up and down your thighs, teasing the firm skin. Her thumbs dip lower, and you spread your legs as widely as you can, longing for her contact.

When it comes, you gasp. Your own hands cover hers and lead her movements toward your center. Rubbing gently, spreading your wetness around. Exploring.

Suddenly I pull from her mouth and motion for her to turn around. She swivels obediently, sitting back on her haunches, her shoulders now between your thighs, her arms resting on your legs. I step into her and shove my cock into her mouth again. Roughly. Her head rests on your stomach as I begin to fuck her, and your hands come around her head to hold her still. Now we're fucking her together, me thrusting and you holding.

I ram myself savagely into her mouth, again and again. She is gagging, but you hold her head in an iron grip. Your hands both control and comfort. I, meanwhile, hold you own face in mine, and I bend to kiss you again. A soft, sensual kiss, as I take the girl below us roughly. Soon I can hold back no longer. Your mouth urges my climax forward, and I release myself into the girl's mouth.

Ah, god, that feels good! My balls tense and my cock pulses strongly, sending hot rivulets of cum into her throat and beyond. She gags once, coughs around me, and then begins to swallow. Our kiss goes on and on, your tongue deep in my mouth as I pump into her. More slowly now, enjoying the pleasure of the flow. 

At last I am satisfied. I tear my lips from yours and stand up. I look down at the girl. Her mouth is still around me, sucking gently, her tongue working its way around the head of my cock as it softens. Her eyes watering, she smiles at me, and I nod toward you.

This is to be your moment, now. You release her head, and she turns to you again, looking up at you. Smiling lustily, a stringer of my cum on her chin. Your breath is already turning ragged as you watch her, anticipating. I sit back on the bed to watch.

She climbs your body, lingering long enough to take your nipples into her mouth, one at a time. She sucks each one for a moment, rolling her tongue around it, making it even more sensitive. Your own hands wrap around her breasts. They are full and round, great handfuls of warm flesh. You knead the big nipples until you get the desired reaction from them.

Now she is at your mouth, and yours opens as she covers it. I watch you kiss, at first slowly, tentatively. Soon you are both moving against one another, your breathing becoming quicker. Your hands drop to her waist, and you pull her into you. You arch your back, feverish for the contact of her pussy against yours.

Rubbing. Caressing. Kissing. The sight of two women loving one another is so unlike that of a man and a woman. Your passion is palpable. You already seem to know each other's most sensitive areas. Your bodies move sinuously against one another, muscles flexing, pleasure echoing in every little sigh. I am already hard again, watching you. But I must wait. This is your time.

You slow her down now, just as she is about to lose control. You seldom lose control, and I love that about you. You draw back from her, looking into her eyes. Holding her waist. You smile crookedly, and crane your neck forward towards her face. She expects a kiss, but you want the cum drying on her chin. You lick slowly, sensuously, tickling her lips with your tongue as you pass over them.

She is shaking with desire now, but you are in charge, and you stare at her face, memorizing its beauty, readying yourself. Then, gently but firmly, you push her down your body. Now she knows what you want. Your hands are already rolling your panties down over your hips, past your knees. They catch at your ankles, the ropes preventing them from going any farther. 

She drops to her knees between your outspread thighs. She looks at your pussy for a moment, as if considering what to do. Suddenly you can't wait. Your pelvis undulates as you urge her forward. Your hands go to your thighs and below, spreading yourself. Your first spoken words to her echo in the darkened room.

"Eat me," you manage to rasp.

Slowly, so slowly you think she'll never get there, she dips her head forward. At the touch of her lips, your intake of breath is almost deafening. You buck forward, as much as your bound ankles will let you, and present yourself to her mouth. That pouty, beautiful mouth. She begins to lick you.

Her tongue moves up and down your slit, softly probing its recesses. In a little, then back down, then up again. Flicking your swollen clit. Her methodical technique is maddeningly sensual, and you entwine your fingers through her hair. Urging her forward, into you. Your moans quickly fill the room.

Her hand searches out your ass. I have told the girl about your sensitivity there, and she knows the time is right. You are finally, quickly, losing that control. You raise your ass off the chair as her hand slides up under you, her middle finger well lubricated with your juices. Your desire goes into overdrive as you realize what she plans, your anus already loosening in anticipation.

Crooking her finger upward, she slides easily into your puckered hole, and you sit down on her hand. So deep, now! Her tongue lashes your swollen lips as you ride her face, hips pistoning forward. You feel her finger in your ass as you rock back and forth, and it's driving you mad. She stabs straight into you with the tip of her tongue, and you begin to come.

"Oh...G O D!!!!"

Your body stiffens. I watch you throw yourself back, head hanging over the chair-back, mouth wide, as your orgasm overtakes you. Your fingers still entwined in her hair. Your legs shake uncontrollably. This is a powerful one, one that consumes you completely.

It seems to go on forever. Every time you begin to come down, another stab of her pretty tongue, another lap of your lips, another nibble of your clit, and you're off again. She can't get enough of pleasuring you, or you of her. Fine beads of sweat now cover your body, evidence of the passion you feel. Finally, it ends, and you slump onto the chair, exhausted.

I move now, and untie your ankles as the girl reclines on your bed once again. She watches us as we kiss once more, and I help you to your feet. You kick the restraining panties from around your feet as you move to the bed. To her. For you want her now, to taste, to tease as she did you. And I want to take you, as you take her.

She backs up the bed as you climb onto the end, giving you room to kneel before her. This will put you in a perfect position for me, as well. I smile my thanks at her, and she grins wickedly. She knows what I want. She also knows what you want, and she needs something, too. Release.

You first kiss her, softly. Then you begin your descent of her body, spending time on each breast as you go. Her belly, so hard and lean, and then on down through the wispy hair that frames her pussy. You take your time, enjoying her smell, her desire. I watch everything, from behind you, unwilling to spoil your moment. She draws her knees up, presenting herself to you.

Finally, your mouth covers her cunt, and I watch her face as you work her with your tongue. The range of expressions on that face is awesome, and I know you're doing your work well. She is squirming on the bed now. Moaning softly.

Now. I climb up behind you, on my knees. You moan into her as my hands go to your ass, caressing the curves, feeling the heat. I dip a finger into you from behind. You're so wet! So hot inside! I pull some of your wetness with my finger and spread it around your asshole. You moan again. This is for later, but I slip my finger into your ass, just to the first knuckle. I feel you relax around me. You'll be ready.

As you bring her rapidly toward her first climax, I slowly enter your gaping pussy from behind. It grips me tightly, clenching around me as I stroke. You are already close to coming, too. I can feel it in the way you spasm around my cock. The girl's moans are coming faster, louder. Her impending orgasm draws us along with it, and I stroke faster inside you, sliding my hand around to rub your clit. Your movements beneath me increase.

Soon the three of us are almost there. The sounds in this darkened room have risen steadily with our lust. Our breathing threatens to suck all the oxygen from the air. The sounds of lapping, the slap of my balls on your clit, the moans from the girl, your muffled mewling, combine to form a sort of lusty soundtrack for our little production here. But it won't last for long.

The girl goes off first, yelling out her pleasure. She stiffens under you. At that moment I pull from your pussy and go north. I push lightly against your asshole, and it yields to me. I slide easily in, and stroke quickly. I'm so close! I touch your clit again with my fingers, and this does it for you. You begin to come. Racing to catch up, I drive harder into you. Your legs tremble and give way, and you slump to the bed, with me riding you down.

Ah, GOD! I feel the first blast come spiraling up from my balls, even as you're crying out your own release, and I begin to fill you. I pump strongly, slowly, feeling every ounce of my pleasure enter your body. You enter into my rhythm, your ass clenching and unclenching as you take my seed, sharing our mutual climax. This is so good!

The girl, forgotten now, collapses back onto the bed. We move together still, unwilling to let the moment end. You rub your pussy, still so sensitive, against the sheets, and I know you're feeling those small, sweet spikes of pleasure still. I move my hands to your breasts, adding to the sensations. Your nipples are tight and hard. Sensitive. My cock feels huge in your ass.

For long minutes we rock gently into one another, until I begin to soften. You grasp me, unwilling to let me go, but nature wins out. At the moment I slip from you, you feel the last little spike, and groan, gratefully, but regretfully. I nuzzle your neck, and feel the gooseflesh form. Chuckling, I lay my head on your back and we drift off to sleep.

You awake with a start. Alone, naked on your bed. Feeling incredibly relaxed, but somehow still on some sort of sexual edge. Rising to your elbows, you feel the tingle as your breasts rub against the sheets. They're on fire tonight! Your whole body is burning, hot and wet, as if you've just run a marathon, but you're here alone. Aren't you?

Man, what a dream! Rising slowly from the bed, your foot contacts something on the floor. Your t-shirt, torn into two pieces, lies at your feet. Beside it, your panties. Looking around, you can't see anything. The room is dark. Your monitor has gone to sleep. You move the mouse to wake it up, and strain to see the message coming into focus on your screen.

"Good night, honey," it says. "Thanks for everything."



A Night to Remember



"I can not believe that we went to Adam's party. He is such a loser." Krista and I quietly entered the apartment, trying not to wake the neighbors. I have grown up living next to Krista my entire life. So, naturally when it was time to move to college, we got an apartment together.

"I know. That is the last time that we let him talk us into that." We changed our clothes and got into bed. We usually talk for hours until we both fall asleep, but tonight was different. We really did not say anything at all. After drifting off into sleep, I felt a hand brush over my stomach and under my tank top. I assumed that is was a dream, a very wonderful dream, and went along with it. The hand continued to move up my body and find my round, perky breasts. I felt fingers run over my hard nipple. I let out a moan that woke me up. When I opened my eyes, Krista's soft, pink lips were dangerously close to my own. 

I was not sure what do to, as the confusion settled I realized what was happening. I allowed my instincts to take over. I lifted my head and met my lips to hers. Feeling the tender lips of a woman for the first time was incredible. Her lips parted and allowed me to kiss her passionately. I rolled over on top of her and continued to kiss her. Then I moved my kisses over to ear and gently nibbled on them. 

As I trailed my tongue down her neck, she stopped me. "Chelsey, what are we doing?"

I ignored her question initially. I lifted her soft cotton shirt and licked her hard erect nipple. "If you want me stop, I will." All Krista could do was moan as I took her ample breast into my mouth. I rolled my tongue over her nub as I sucked on her nipple. I massaged her other breast with my hand. At first, I used my palm to rub her entire breast. Then I directed my attention to her nipple and gently squeezed and pinched it. My free hand moved down her stomach and tugged at her panties. 

I slid down her body and pulled her panties down as I went. I sat back and looked at her. My best friend had her shirt rolled up at her neck, her panties were around her ankles, her breasts were rising and falling as she panted, and her folds glistened from her wetness. "Please, Chelsey..." 

I loved to hear her beg. I wanted to hear her scream for her release. I returned to my position close to her feminine lips. I glided my tongue up and down her slit, careful not to touch her hot button. As I heard her breathing deepen with anticipation, I inserted two fingers inside her folds. Krista gasped for air as I thrust my fingers in and out of her wet, hot walls. I was still careful not to touch the one spot that she wanted me to touch the most. 

"Chelsey...come on" Krista could barely get her words out of her mouth. I allowed my thrusts to become quicker and harder, but still would not lick her swollen hard clit. Krista could not take it any longer. She took her hand and pushed my head into her. She moved herself until she was under my lips. 

"Stop torturing me. Please, I am begging you." I finally gave in, and gently brushed her hot button with my tongue. "Oh God, Chelsey..." She removed her hand from the back of my head and began to clutch the side of the bed.

After a few short licks, I took her hard button into my mouth. I licked circles around it and removed my two fingers from her opening. I heard her groan from disappointment. I quickly replaced them with three of my fingers. My hand moved in and out of her wet folds. "Chelsey, please don't stop..."

I had not intention of stopping. I quickened my thrusts and sucked her swollen clit even harder. I rode Krista's orgasm as it consumed her body. She began to buck against my mouth and her walls grabbed at my fingers. I still kept my pace through her ride of pleasure.

"Chelsey...I don't think...I can handle anymore." Her gasps grew deeper, and her moans became louder. Krista's second orgasm ripped through her. I thought she was going to scream. I kept my rhythm, but then slowed my movements as Krista's breathing returned to normal. 

I removed my fingers, now wet with her juices. Krista grabbed me and pulled me to her. She kissed me hard and with urgency. Her cream was still wet on my lips. She rolled over on top of me, and whispered in my ear. "Now it is your turn, and I plan to torture you more than you did me."

Krista removed her crumpled clothing from her body. Then she pulled my tank top over my head, yanked off my panties, and threw them to the floor. Krista straddled my stomach. I could feel her warm folds against my skin. She leaned down and blew softly on my breasts. I wanted her to touch them so badly. My nipples were hard and yearning for the press of her lips. 

Krista gently kissed my breasts, avoiding my nipples. Her soft little kisses sent shivers down my body. I reached to hug her, so that I could hold her close to me and feel her nipples press against my body. Once she realized my intentions, she stopped what she was doing, grabbed my wrists, and held them above my head.

"The torture, sweetheart, is only beginning. Don't try to speed up the process; that will only cause me to stop." Krista let go of my wrists and continued her gently kisses. I loved that fact that she was taking control. Krista slowly began to suck my nipples. I softly moaned and knew Krista was as wet as I was because I could feel her dripping on my stomach. 

She sat up and repositioned herself on top of my breasts. I could feel my nipple touching her clit. Krista slowly began to move back and forth on my chest. My skin was already wet from her saliva, but her own juices allowed her to glide easily. The feeling was amazing, but Krista was getting the most enjoyment. As her breath caught, her pace quickened. I wanted to touch her so much. I wanted to hold her breasts in my hands. I wanted to be able to slap her ass as she grinded on my breast. Krista held on to the headboard as her orgasm weakened her knees. She gradually slowed down until she came to a stop. Krista's beautiful large breasts rose and fell with every breath she quickly made. 

I was so hot; my own juice began to run down my leg. Krista reached over me and opened the drawer in her nightstand. She produced a very large dildo and shut the drawer back. Krista slid down my body and began to kiss the inside of my thigh. She used the dildo to circle my opening and trail up my wet slit. Her kisses stopped as she focused all of her attention on teasing me. She moved the dildo very slowly in a circle around the opening of my pink folds. Then she trailed it up and down my warm slit, but she would not let it reach the top to touch my swollen clit. 

When I almost thought I was going to come from the sexual build-up, Krista began to insert the dildo inside of me. If I tried to press into it, she would take it completely out and started the circling and teasing over again. Finally, I held onto my hips and forced myself to allow her to be in control. The phallic-like object slowly filled my feminine walls. Once it was entirely inside of me, she started to thrust it in and out of my folds. "Oh, Krista, that feels so good. Please...Please...lick me."

Krista would not fully obey my request. She continued the movements in and out of my body, but she would only lick around my hard clit without actually stroking it. The teasing was beginning to be too much for me. "Just suck me. I want to feel your tongue...now"

All at once, Krista took my entire clit into her mouth and she pushed the pointer finger of her extra hand into my bottom. The sudden pleasure sent my body into an intense orgasm. "Krista! Slow down...mhmm...I can't...uhuu uhuu uhuu..."

Krista went even quicker. She moved the dildo and her finger in sync as she pushed them in and out of my body. Her mouth never shifted from its fixed position. Her tongue flattened over my clit and moved in a circle faster and faster. I took a large pillow and held it over my flush face. I moaned and screamed into it as my second orgasm closely followed by my third sent my body into new waves of pleasure. 

Krista removed her finger from me, and slowed the thrusts of the dildo. I tossed the pillow to the side as my moans quieted. Krista pulled the large dildo from my contracting walls. She slid up the bed and kissed me on the check. We fell asleep lying nipple to nipple.

The next morning when I woke up, Krista was already awake and walking around in the kitchen. She heard me moving around, so she returned to the bedroom. "Good morning." Krista grabbed me by the hand and said, "It is time for a shower for two." 



A Night to Remember



It's Friday, 7pm and Rebecca is just arriving home. She unlocks the door. As she is shutting and locking the door for the night, she kicks off her shoes and throws her purse and keys on the entry table. She can't believe another week has gone by and here she is, alone again. No dates, no idea of what she's going to do. She'll probably spend the weekend shut up in the house, bored out of her mind. 

She goes to the kitchen and opens the fridge. Nothing there entices her. She grabs the bottle of wine that has been chilling in the bottom of the fridge for a few days. She opens the bottle and leaves it to breathe for a few minutes while she starts a hot bath for herself. As the water is running, she pours herself a glass, grabs the bottle, stops to get her big, soft bath towel from the linen closet and retreats to the bathroom to soak her cares away.

She has always kept candles in the bath so she decides to light them. She turns off the bathroom light and starts to enjoy the calmness of the candlelight. She turns off the water and starts to undress. As she is undressing she catches her reflection in the mirror. She hasn't notice just how much her boring life is starting to show in her face. She leans in toward the mirror to inspect her face closer. She's starting to see every one of her 37 years. She used to be a vibrant and exceptionally well looking young lady. Now she's developed into a lonely, sad woman. She gently puts her hair up into a ponytail and climbs into the tub.

She takes a sip from her glass and leans back to relax a little. As she drifts off into a calm place, she thinks of the last time she was with a man. She misses being touched, kissed. She has a hard time remembering what it feels like to be loved. It's been so long since she's felt desirable. Even longer since she's had a man make love to her. She sits up in the tub, gulps down the last of her wine, shaking her head. 

"Don't think about those things, there's nothing you can do about it. No one wants an old woman like you." 

She climbs out of the tub, wraps her towel around herself and exits the bathroom without a second look in the mirror.

She settles in on the couch with her wine and the remote. As she's flipping through the channels, complaining that there was nothing on, she decided she would run out and rent some movies for the weekend. She quickly dresses in her jeans and a tank top, the weather has been unusually warm for this time of year. She grabs her purse and keys, locks the door, and heads down the stairs. The rental place is just a few blocks away so she decides to walk the short distance. Even though it's a little muggy outside, it's a nice night for a walk, time to clear her mind. Rebecca enters the store. 

"There's a really big crowd in here tonight. Guess we all had the same thought at the same time," she says to herself. 

As she is spanning the racks on the wall, looking for the right movie for her mood, she notices a gentleman at the next rack. As she is checking him out, he looks at her and their eyes meet for a second. Rebecca's heart skips a beat and she looks away, avoiding him. She continues looking over the racks, careful not to look in his direction again. As she moves down the row, she bumps into someone.

"Excuse me," she says. 

"Not a problem, young lady," is the reply she receives. 

The voice was deep, soothing and, oh my, made her heart skip again. 

"Would you be a dear and help me, please," the voice asked her? 

She turns and replies, "Sure. What can I do to help?" 

Her eyes lock with his. She draws in a deep breath as she gazes into the most beautiful blue eyes. It's Him! She drops her gaze, sure that she's blushing like a school girl. 

"Have you seen this one?" he asks. 

She reaches for the video cover, looks at it and shakes her head no as she hands it back to him.

He took the cover back and said, "Thank you for your help. Would you care to join me and we'll check this one out together?" 

Startled at the question being posed at her she looks at him again. She notices that he's an older gentleman, probably in his late 40's. He has this gorgeous hair, dark with a wonderful proportion of silvery grey scattered throughout. He has a warm and inviting smile that reminds her of the Cheshire Cat, looks like he's up to something. Then there are those blue eyes. She just melts when she looks into those eyes. 

"Well, is it a date?" he asks, snapping her back into reality. 

"Sorry sir. I'm just going home. It's been a long week. I wouldn't be much company. Thank you anyway." 

She turns and starts to walk away, he takes her by the arm and stops her. 

"Please, young lady. It would be my pleasure to spend an evening with you. No strings attached, just dinner, a movie and a little company for a little while." 

"Sir, I don't know you from Adam. I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to accept your invitation. Again, thank you, but no thanks," Rebecca replied.

"Okay. Then, there is a coffee shop just down the street. Let's meet there in 10 minutes, talk and see what happens. You can grant me the benefit of the doubt can't you?"the gentleman states. 

What could it hurt, it would be better than spending the evening alone. 

Rebecca shakes her head yes and tells him, "Just coffee. Nothing else. Ten minutes. I'll meet you there."

He nods and walks away.

"It's just coffee. Lots of people, very public place. What could happen?" 

Rebecca tries to assure herself that it will be okay. She leaves the store and slowly walks towards the coffee shop. 

After a few minutes he strides up beside her, "Oh, by the way, my name is Nick. And your name is...?" 

She stammers out, "My name is Rebecca.." 

" Nice to meet you," Nick says. 

By this time they had reached the coffee shop. They both order a cup of coffee and sit at table at the side of the room. She stares into her cup as they have light but non-engaging conversation. 

"Rebecca, please look at me," Nick implores her. She looks up, locking gazes with those beautiful eyes again. 

He continues, "You are such a beautiful woman. Why are you alone on a night like this? If you were mine, you would never be alone." 

She blushes at the thoughts of this handsome man being hers. 

"I've not had much time for a life outside of work," she tells him. "I've just conceded to the idea of being alone, starting to get used to it I guess you could say." 

Nick got this look in his eyes that baffled Rebecca, almost like they got brighter, like a light was turned on behind that sea of blue. 

Rebecca changed the subject and after a few minutes of idle chat, she looks at Nick, "I want to thank you for the coffee and conversation, but, I need to be going. Maybe we will cross paths again. Thanks, have a great night." 

Without a second look, Rebecca turns and leaves the coffee shop, almost at a run. She quickly heads home, hoping he's not behind her, trying to catch up. She slows her pace as she nears her building. A sigh of relief escapes her, so glad she got out of that situation before she did something she would regret. Nick is an attractive man, it wouldn't have taken much for her to melt for and to spend the night with him.

She unlocks her door, about to enter, when Rebecca hears something behind her. She quickly turns and sees Nick standing there. 

"You didn't give me a chance to tell you good evening," he firmly states. "I just want you to know that..." as he reaches for her, "...you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in a while and I must have you." 

At that moment, he pushed her into the door and quickly follows, shutting the door behind him. 

"What are you doing?" demands Rebecca. "You have no right! Please leave now!" 

"I'm not leaving until you have given me the chance to show you what it can be," 

Nick states as he pulls her close and leans to kiss her soft lips. She tries to push away but he is too strong for her and he plants a firm kiss on her lips refusing to let go. She can feel her knees weaken, he does, too. He wraps his arm around her to steady her. He releases his lips from her, figuring she would fight so he poises himself, ready for the storm.

To Nick's amazement, she doesn't move. Her breaths have quickened and they come in shallow bursts. 

"Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to," he asks in a sincere voice. 

She has no control at the moment so all she can do is shake her head no. He leans down and kisses her again. This time it's softer, more sensual. Her knees completely give out this time. Nick reaches down and lifts her into his arms, never breaking the kiss, the hold he has over her. She can't remember the last time she has felt this way, giddy, losing all sense of her surroundings. He walks to the couch, gently placing her on the cushions. He drops to his knees, kisses her again and runs his hand down to her heaving breast and softly cups it with his large hand. 

Rebecca sits up, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him to her, kissing him with such passion and desire. Her body is aching with the raging desire that has been locked up all this time. She needs to be satisfied. She moves her hands to his waist, grabbing at the hem of his shirt and starts to lift it over his head. He obliges, leaning back slightly to make the task easier. 

She runs her hands across his smooth chest, he reaches and pulls her shirt over her head, tossing aside with his. Her soft skin, her breasts begging to be touched, heaving with every breath she takes. He buries his head into her cleavage as his hands work to undo her bra. Her scent is heavenly, driving him mad! As her bra falls down to her lap, Nick takes one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and it hardens even more with each flick. He fondles the other, gently pinching the nipple. She grabs his hand, stands up and quietly leads him to the bedroom. 

Once they reach the bed room, she faces him and drops to her knees. She unzips his pants and tugs them down to his ankles. She wraps her hand around his hard cock, closing her eyes, imagining how he will feel deep inside her most secret places. She places her warm mouth over the head of his cock, easing it into her mouth, inch by inch. She can hear him moan, a deep animalistic groan. 

She starts moving at a slow pace up and down his shaft, taking it deeper each time. He grabs her hair, pulling her off of his extremely engorged cock. He scoops her up, placing her on the bed, pushing her onto her back. He kisses the cleft between her breasts, slowly kissing down to her navel. 

He undoes her pants and in one strong move, pulls them off of her and drops them to the floor. He is staring at her, taking in all of her beauty. He eases her knees apart, kissing his way up from the ankles, past the knees and he softly kisses her inner thigh. 

He takes a deep breath, the smell of her sensual womanhood near sends him over the top. He wants to take her now but he need to know she's ready for him. He takes his tongue and lightly flicks her swollen clit. 

She moans, grabbing him by the hair, pulling him into the depths of her secret places. He takes his tongue and separates her lips, oh the first taste of those sweet juices. He plunges his tongue into her pussy, it's so wet and hot. She arches her back as he moves his tongue in and out of her hole, begging him for more. 

She cries out, "Nick, I'm going to cum on your face." 

With that, he buries his tongue as deep as he can, feeling her spasms as she has her first orgasm for him.

He can feel her relax a little and he moves up her body to her breast. He grabs them, squeezing, teasing the nipples. He leans and kisses her, sharing the taste of her juices with her. He takes one of her nipples into his mouth and he softly bites it. When he does, she squeals. 

He looks at her, she tries to find her voice but only manages to mouth to him, "Please, make love to me." 

He uses his knee to spread her apart as he climbs on top of her. His cock seeking out the hot spot like a missile. He finds her opening and plunges his cock deep into her. She draws a deep breath, he doesn't move, giving her a chance to become accustomed. 

He can't help himself and he starts to move in and out. Slowly but steady. He can feel her orgasm nearing. He picks up paces slightly. She starts to moan and her body shakes with the biggest orgasm of the night. He slows his pace, letting her enjoy every second of her orgasm. With the slightest of ease, he rolls over onto his back, keeping her with him, his hard cock never leaving that dripping pussy. Now she is on top of him and his hands and mouth explore her breasts, pinching, biting, kissing, tasting. She moves her pussy up and down on his hard cock. The sounds they make together, such wonderful music. 

She can feel another wave coming on. "I'm cumming for you Nick. I want to feel you cum in me." 

He grabs her hips and helps her bounce up and down harder, deeper, and faster. She leans her head back, closes her eyes and allows the waves to take her off, her orgasm starts. Nick makes one last plunge into her hot pussy and his balls draw up as he shoots the biggest load of his life deep into her pussy, cumming with her. 

She can feel his cock pulsing in her pussy and she screams. "Yes baby! Yes!" 

She collapses into his arms.

He rolls to his side and she turns her back to him, snuggling up as close as she can. She listens to his breathing, feeling his arm surround her, keeping her close to him. She starts to cry. He can feel her sobs. 

He turns her towards him, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" 

She shakes her head, "No." 

With a questioning look on his face, all he can do is look at her. 

"I haven't felt this way in a long time," she explains. "I just don't think I can handle not feeling this again." 

Nick lets out a soft chuckle. 

"Baby, if you let me, I will be here to help you feel this way, each and every chance we get." 

With that, Rebecca shuts her eyes and drifts off into the best sleep she's had in a while.

When Rebecca awakens in the morning, she's laying on the couch, empty wine glass and remote laying beside her. She's still in her towel. It was all just a dream! A damn dream! But it was so real, so exquisite. 

How could she have dreamed that...she lays back down, trying to shake the thoughts. She drifts back off into her dream world. 

She sees Nick, he comes to her, reassuring her, "As long as you let me, I will help you feel this way. All you have to do is close your eyes and I'm there, just for you." 

She drifts further off...wishing she never had to wake up. 



A Night To Remember



Damn I was so horny! It had been over a month since I had been with a man and my pussy was aching. My husband and I had separated and even though the sex wasn't great, I at least got it on a regular basis.

Since our breakup I hadn't been in a big hurry to meet someone else. I had a few offers from guys at work, but none that really excited me. I didn't really want to mix business with pleasure anyway. I didn't really want to go to work wondering if the guy I was with the night before was bragging about the blowjob I gave him. There were a couple guys I wouldn't have minded sucking their cocks and the whole office finding out, but so far they hadn't offered.

So here I was on a Friday night, wine glass in one hand and pussy in the other, wondering what to do. The decision wasn't difficult. I had masturbated every night for the last two weeks and my pussy needed something more.

I grabbed my glass and the bottle of wine to my bathroom and ran myself a nice hot bath. I soaked for an hour in the tub rubbing myself all over to heighten my senses and enhance my pussy's need. I neatly trimmed my jet-black pubes, removing any hint of hair from around my pussy and ass. When I finished my bottle I got out of the tub and toweled myself dry.

At my closet I chose a short black skirt my ex had bought to show me off when we went out. I had a matching black silk blouse that I also put on. The skirt was form-fitting and came down to only about four inches below my pussy. My blouse was loose, but always showed my hard nipples. I left it open far enough so that my firm B-cup breasts were teasingly partially exposed. Naturally I didn't ruin the effect by putting on a bra, and opted against panties.

After another glass of wine I headed to Tabby's, a local pick-up bar that I had heard was a perfect place for a woman to get laid. I had never been, but had heard the ladies at work (single and married) talk about the "talent" they had met there.

It was about 10 o'clock when I walked through the door. The place had a great atmosphere, and, to my relief, was not overly crowded. There were plenty patrons, but it wasn't wall-to-wall people. You didn't have to fight your way through the crowd, but there were plenty hot guys to choose from.

I decided to sit at the bar and scope out the "talent". A few guys immediately made there way over to get a closer look, but their attempts at conversation were lame at best and they were treated accordingly. The frequency of such visits was promising, though, and I knew I would be able to pick and choose the evening's entertainment.

About a half an hour after I got to the bar handsome young man, about 22 years old, came in the bar and walked towards me. He was tall, muscular and extremely good-looking. I have never been into guys much younger than me; he was at least 10 years my junior, but I figured I could make an exception for him.

He walked up and asked if he could sit next to me while he waited for his friends to get there. I motioned to the barstool next to me and he promptly sat down and promised not to be a nuisance. Wow! He had manners, too. I assured him he would not be any nuisance to me and asked him his name.

"Sean. And you?"

"Cathy. Nice to meet you, Sean."

We made small talk for a while. He had recently graduated from the local university and was waiting for a couple of his college friends, who he hadn't seen for a couple months.

I noticed Sean taking a look at the opening of my blouse a few times with appreciation in his eyes. I decided to turn my bar stool to face his so he could get a good look at my legs. Sitting down like this my skirt rode up my legs to where if I opened my legs at all my pussy would be on display. I kept my legs closed for the time being, but carefully crossed my legs without exposing myself in order to test Sean's interest. 

I wasn't disappointed. Sean took a good look and became noticeably agitated. If I wasn't mistaken there was even evidence of a slight bulge in his lap.

About that time two equally good-looking men the same age as Sean walked up and greeted Sean. After the initial greetings of good buddies who hadn't seen each other in a while, Sean introduced his friends as Wade and Bryan. Sean suggested they find a table and asked if I wanted to join them.

The guys found a corner booth and we all slid in with me sitting between Sean and Wade. I didn't leave much room for Sean, who was sitting on the outside, so that he had no choice but to sit close enough that our legs were in constant contact. Again I crossed my legs so that my skirt would ride up as high as it could without exposing myself. A move both Sean and wade noticed.

We chit chatted for quite a while. The guys were catching up with each other while asking me about myself and doing their best not to leave me out of the conversation. I was having a great time talking with three gorgeous guys. 

Throughout the conversation I would feel Sean's hand brush my leg. Each time it happened, electricity shot straight to my pussy. I could feel myself getting wet and I almost regretted not wearing panties that could at least soak up the moisture that threatened to start making my skirt wet.

I excused myself to use the restroom. While away I cleaned myself up to avoid any embarrassing stains. On my return I saw Wade had closed the gap a bit between him and Sean. Sean got up to let me back in and I was now sandwiched between the two men. Not uncomfortably so, but enough that my legs were now touching both men, which was actually quite alright with me.

Before I had the chance to cross my legs again, Sean placed his hand on my bare thigh and left it there. As a sign of my approval I reciprocated. My hand rested at the top of his leg right next to where I knew his cock would be. Sean took that as a signal (it was) and moved his hand further up my leg to where two of his fingers were under my skirt. I parted my knees slightly and felt his little finger brush against my outer lips. 

Sean's discovery that I wasn't wearing panties had an immediate effect. I suddenly felt something nudge the hand in his lap and realized his cock was growing right under my hand. It felt huge, and I reassured the embarrassed-looking Sean with a light squeeze on his magnificent cock.

At about the same time I felt Wade's hand on my other thigh. He started caressing me gently while Sean continued farther up. I was in heaven between these two men and I felt my pussy getting impossibly wet.

The four of us continued chatting it up as if nothing was going on between my legs. It started getting late when a slow song came on and Bryan asked me to dance. I was more than happy to accept as I needed a break from the hands that were driving crazy. I also felt bad about Bryan sitting by himself knowing what was going on.

Bryan pulled me to him as we swayed to the music. He had a hand on my ass gently squeezing and caressing it. My lips reached up to his and our tongues kept the same tempo as our bodies. His arms enveloped me and there seemed to be no one else in the world for a time.

When the song ended Bryan and I went back to our friends, this time sitting next to each other. When I sat down I allowed my skirt to ride up so that I was fully exposed to him. My fingers confirmed what I had thought I felt on the dance floor. Bryan's cock was fully erect.

As it was close to closing time, Sean suggested we continue the party at his place. We all agreed and headed to the door. We all hopped in a taxi with Wade in the front seat and me sandwiched between the other two in the back.

Once again I allowed my skirt to ride up and the guys didn't waste time showing their appreciation. Their hands were all over me and I took turns kissing them both deeply. One of them opened my silk blouse and let my breasts free. Bryan took a nipple into his mouth and started sucking and biting it. Sean's finger found the opening to my pussy and sunk into me. I started moaning loudly as my hands found two hard cocks.

The cab driver was watching us in the mirror and my eyes locked on his. It was such a turn-on being watched by him, but after almost hitting the curb he chose to keep his attention on the road and only glanced at us occasionally.

We arrived at Sean's house, paid the driver and started across the lawn to the front door. I didn't bother straightening my clothes, and even though my open blouse covered my nipples, my skirt was up around my waist leaving my ass exposed for all to see. The cool breeze felt good on my burning pussy and I decided to leave my skirt where it was.

While Sean opened the door Wade cupped my ass with his strong hand and I leaned into him. Once inside Wade and I sat together on the sofa. Sean put on some soft music that I'm sure he had for just such an occasion, and then he and Bryan went to get some wine and glasses. Wade and I began making out and I finally got my hand on the third cock.

When the wine arrived Wade and I stopped kissing long enough to join in a toast to a long, satisfying night. My hand remained on Wade's cock the whole time as we had a quick glass of wine and Sean refilled our glasses. 

I was leaning back with my dripping pussy fully on display to Sean and Bryan. After I finished my second glass I announced that I wanted to see what the guys were hiding in their pants since they were all getting to see me. Sean and Bryan stood and began removing their clothes while I started unzipping Wade.

I slowly exposed Wade's cock and yanked down his pants as he pulled off his shirt to reveal a perfectly sculpted chest. I took his cock in my hands and slowly stroked it while I checked out the other two guys' bodies and fully erect cocks.

My mouth went to Wade's chest and I started licking and biting his nipples. I slid down to my knees between his legs to get a closer look at his cock. There was a drop of pre-cum seeping out of the opening and I licked it off. I massaged my face with his cock and started licking and kissing the underside of its shaft. I finally wrapped my lips around the head and started to slowing fuck his cock with my mouth. 

I continued making love to his beautiful cock for several minutes until I remembered there two more well-deserving cocks in the room. I turned to see Sean and Bryan with their hard cocks in their hands. I told Wade I'd be back and crawled on my hands and knees to where the other two were sitting.

Both had a large amount of pre-cum oozing from their cocks and I licked Bryan's clean then turned to Sean and did the same. I then took Sean into my mouth and gave him the same treatment I had given Wade. I then moved between Bryan's legs and once again worshipped his cock with my mouth.

I had probably spent at least 45 minutes sucking their cocks and when I finally released the third one, Wade lifted me up and laid me on the couch. He started sucking and biting my nipples then worked his lips down my body until his head was between my legs. I came almost as soon as his tongue hit my clit. He was all over my pussy and I pulled my knees to my chest to give him greater access. His tongue dove deep inside my pussy and sucked up my pussy juice, which I could feel flowing like a river.

As his tongue worked its magic on me, I felt something on my lips. I opened my eyes to find Sean leaning over me pushing his cock into my face. I parted my lips and allowed him to fuck my mouth and mute my cries of ecstasy.

After about 20 minutes of some of the most awesome pussy and ass licking I've ever received, Wade got up and started replacing his tongue with his cock. My pussy was so wet he was in me in a single stroke. At the same time, Sean's cock was replaced by Bryan's.

The guys kept in rhythm with each other, fucking me slow and deep. I was in utter ecstasy, coming over and over again. Soon I felt Wade pull out and I let out a whimper, wanting my pussy to stay filled. 

I didn't have to wait long before Sean took his place. The three of us continued fucking like this for a few hours, with the guys rotating positions every 10 or 15 minutes. Every time one pulled out of my mouth or pussy, it was quickly replaced. I was on my back, feet high in the air, on the couch; I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the room, and bent over the back of the sofa. The guys kept 2 cocks in me at all times and I was close to passing out from pleasure and exhaustion, but they never let up. It was exactly what I needed.

Wade was the first to come. I was bent over the couch with Sean's cock in my mouth and Wade fucking me hard from behind. I felt his cock explode inside me as he groaned loudly. As Wade's orgasm subsided, Sean's began and I tasted his semen coat my tongue. Both men had come quite a bit and both my pussy and mouth overflowed. 

I lay back on the couch spent, but I had one more to take care of. Instead of jumping on top of me right away, Bryan sat with my legs over his lap and lovingly caressed me. From the time our lips first met on the dance floor and he held me in his strong arms, I knew Bryan would be my favorite of the three, and he was confirming that now in a big way.

I never wanted anyone the way I wanted Bryan right then. I asked if there was somewhere we could be alone. He picked me up and took me to the guest bedroom where we lay in each other's arms kissing and caressing each other. 

I looked into his eyes and said "I want you." He obliged by slipping his rock-hard cock into my come-filled pussy. He made love to me, holding back his orgasm for as long as he could. When he was ready to come, he pulled out and stroked his cock over my belly. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could see his cock explode. His cock began shooting streams across my stomach and tits. One shot even made it up to my chin and when he was done I wiped my chin with my finger and licked it clean. I massaged the rest of his come into my skin, spreading it evenly across my tits and belly.

Bryan then put his semi erect cock back into my pussy and we rolled over so that I was lying on top of him, my head resting on his chest, his sweat and semen intermingling between our bodies.

When I awoke in the morning I was still on top of Bryan. His cock was inside me and hard. I sat up and looked into his open eyes. The deep cobalt blue made my pussy instantly wet and I began riding back and forth on him.

I said "I could wake up like this every morning!" He nodded in agreement. 

He was soon filling my pussy with come and we lay in each other's arms until his cock fell out of me.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. After I was done cleaning myself up, I was greeted by Sean who wrapped his arms around me and kissed me good morning. I felt his cock spring to life so I took it in my hand and lead him back to his room.

Once on the bed, Sean proceeded to fuck me silly from behind. Before long he was shooting his come all over my back and I collapsed onto my stomach. 

Sean had failed to close the door and I looked over my shoulder to see Wade and Bryan watching from the hall. I looked at Wade and said "Might as well get in here and fuck me. The other two certainly have."

He didn't need anymore prodding than that and he took up position behind me on the bed. He began fucking me in earnest, and while he lasted longer than Sean, he was through in a matter of minutes, something I was thankful for. I was just too tired to fully enjoy anymore.

I got dressed with two loads of come on my back, not bothering to wash off. When the cab showed up to get me it turned out to be the same guy who dropped us off at Sean's. He gave me a knowing smile as I slid into his cab and I told him to take me back to my car at Tabby's. 

He asked if I had a nice night, and since he already knew what was going on, I told him quite bluntly that I had never been fucked like that in my life.

When I got home, I peeled my come-soaked clothes off and crashed hard on the bed. I slept like a baby all the way till the next morning. As I thought about my night out, my pussy started tingling and I brought myself to a mind bending orgasm with my fingers.

Over the next month I saw the three men, together and separately, a few times a week. While Wade and Sean were great fucks, it was Bryan who truly satisfied me with his love making.

Bryan asked me to move in with him and I agreed on the condition that I could still let his buddies fuck me. We have a wonderful life together and every Saturday night is "poker" night for the four of us.




A Night to Remember



I was going to be in home for a couple days only on my vacation and you had already said you wanted to see me. Having known you for the last six months, I wanted to have a chance to see you as well. 

The day before I left you came to my friend's house, where I was staying. They had to leave for a while and left us alone. We sat and talked for a while. The conversation turned towards sex. Not an uncommon thing for us with the depth of friendship that we seemed to share from the start. 

Speaking of what we wish our past partners would have done to us or let us do to them and all the things that my current partner wouldn't do for me. We laughed and learned from each other all the secrets of our respective bedrooms. 

You asked if some had kissed me from head to toe before. I admitted that no one had ever really kissed me all over and I wanted that to be done by someone and how though my partner had sucked my nipples he left me feeling that there should be more to it. I also confessed to you that I felt there was something wrong with me because I didn't feel a lot from nipple stimulation. 

You laugh and say you will show me otherwise and come over to me. I look up at you wondering what you were planning to do. You lean down towards me and put your lips to mine for the first time. You lightly kissed me at first, just your lips upon mine.  

Then you were moving your lips upon mine. Urging my mouth to open and let you enter by gently sliding your tongue out to touch my lips. Pushing further in as my lips begin to part for you until your tongue slides between my lips and teeth to explore deep inside my mouth. 

You plunder inside my mouth dueling with my tongue until your tongue knows my mouth as well as my own, before breaking your lips from mine. 

You drop down to your knees in front of me, putting your face level with mine as you lean in to discover my lips once again. I open for you as soon as your lips touch mine. My mouth opens for your tongue and my legs parting to allow you to move in closer to me. You accept both offers as you knee walk into me until your stomach is touching the chair and I can feel the heat of your body all along the front of mine. 

When you stop searching my mouth with your tongue and you break the kiss this time, you kiss your way along my cheek over to my ear. I feel your hot breath in my ear a second before I feel you pull my earlobe into your mouth and your teeth gently tugging on it. 

At the same time that you doing that to my ear makes me want to turn my head so you cant do it anymore it sends little tiny shivers from my ear down to the center of my sex and I could I feel myself growing moist, opening up for you. 

You finally release my ear and I sigh, though not sure if it was disappointment or relief that made me sigh as your lips begin to trail down my neck to my shoulder. First kissing, then nibbling, and finally soothing with your tongue. 

I figure you can't tease me to much more since I am still fully dressed and a part of me is disappointed by that fact. I want you to continue to work your magic on me. I like the feeling of my body opening up to accept you deep inside, but I also fear that I will disappoint you when you see that my body doesn't respond as most women's do. 

You lift your mouth up off my shoulder and look at me as if asking for permission to continue. I smile and you accept that as consent. 

Your mouth comes down on my right nipple and through my shirt I feel the hot moistness of your mouth as you pull me into you. I don't feel your mouth moving or you sucking on my nipple but I feel your heat on me. You mouth so close to the nipple yet not actually touching it makes me shift my self in the chair, bringing my wet pussy up closer to you as if begging for your touch. 

It is then that we hear the gate opening and my friend and her husband talking to each other. You get up and go back to your chair and we try to pretend as though nothing had happened, even though both of us realize there is business left to be taken care of this day. 

We share small talk with my friends for a little while, before you stand up and announce that you have to go take care of some things. As you leave you ask if I would like to come over to your house later since our visit today had been short. 

I know what will happen if I go. Yet I hear myself saying, "I will make sure there is nothing going on here. If I can come over I will call you later and let you know." 

Later, after finding out that nothing else had been planned by my friends for the night I tell them of your offer for a little more of a visit. Explaining it as since I had never seen your house you wanted me to know where you lived. 

I call you up and tell you to give me directions again. That I was going to come over in a little while. Needed to change my clothes and stuff first. 

When I get off the phone, I rush to get ready. I put on a black spandex bodysuit that I love to wear with the shirt that you had gotten me as a late Christmas present this year. I also brush out my hair and spray on a little perfume. 

As I am driving to your house I feel the butterflies in my stomach fluttering around with both nervousness and anticipation about what was to come. Knowing that if you made a move towards me I would be powerless to resist it after the way your touch had left me aching to be filled by you earlier. 

I arrive seeing you comfortable in your own house resting with only a pair of jeans. I see your chest with its light covering of hair and imagine the taste of you on my lips. 

You show me around your house. Taking me from room to room and showing me the spare bedroom and bathrooms, living room, etc. avoiding your bedroom. You ask if I would like a drink. I accept your offer. As you pour I sit down on the couch. 

I am overwhelmed with thoughts. Needing you to make a move on me and fill the void you had created and also fearing that if you do it will mess up the friendship that we are building. 

You hand me my drink as you sit down on the floor in front of me and we talk for a while about your house and family and all the things that friends talk about.

Now, finished with my drink I get up to take it in the kitchen and rinse it out. As I do so, you get up and follow me. Coming up behind me and putting one hand on either side of me pinning me up against the sink. 

You lean in to kiss the back of my neck, using your nose and chin to move the hair away to give you access. Your tongue flicks out and licks my neck and then your teeth gently bite into me. 

With that one simple caress from you I feel myself growing moist with anticipation of your touch again, only this time I know there will be nothing to stop you from doing so. 

You continue to tease the back of my neck as you move your arms in closer to me and then move them off the counter to wrap around my waist. Your hands down on each of hips, fingers just shy of touching my pussy through my pants and you pull me back closer against you letting me feel your cock against my ass. 

Your fingers slide over my mound to tease the top of my slit making me reach for the cabinet as if needing its support to stand as your finger begins to rub back and forth over my clit barely touching me. 

I am not sure if I want to push towards your hand demanding more contact with it or if I want to push my ass back onto you cock. I end up doing both. I first, push my pussy further onto you fingers and then back onto your cock trying to ride your finger glad that my pants were thin so I could feel your fingers sliding over my clit. 

You continue to tease my clit and let me try to ride your fingers until I am soaking your fingers through my pants with my juices and almost begging you to let me cum. 

You break contact with my pussy and turn me around to face you. Kissing my lips again before your head dips down on my chest again taking my nipple into your mouth through my sweater. 

I toss my head back and gasp as I feel the heat from your mouth moving over my already sensitive nipples as you go back and forth between the two. 

You hands reach out to my hands and bring them to your stomach. I know with out asking that you are hard and wanting me to open your pants and free your shaft from its confinement. 

I fumble with your to tight button on your pants with trembling fingers and when the button finally pops free you raise your head off my chest allowing me to watch as I unzip them slowly exposing your briefs that still is concealing your hard cock from my eyes yet showing me enough to know the shape and size of the head and of the ridge of your shaft. 

I lean in to kiss your lips as I let my fingers glide over your still covered cock. Teasing it to become just a little harder for me watching your hips thrust towards my fingers before I slide my hands into the waist band of your pants to grasp your hips and begin to slide them lower. 

As I lower your pants down your strong thighs I have to break my lips from yours to bend down dragging your pants down so I lean my face into your chest and lick around your nipple before gently taking it into my mouth and using my teeth to nipple on your hard nub. Tasting you for the first time and feeling your fur tickle my nose and lips. 

When your pants are down to your knees, I begin to slide my hands back up your legs. Sliding up the front of your firm legs, letting you feel my fingernails working their way up to your cock once again. 

Grasping your cock through your briefs I slid my hand over your cock. I tease you once again before sliding my hand into your briefs and pulling them down your legs also, finally baring your hard cock to my eyes. 

I reach out for you cock with both hands and cup your cock in them lovingly. I work my hands up and down your shaft massaging you. Watching as I stroke your cock to its full erection. 

I then lean in to kiss you again as my fingers and hands continue to stroke your cock. Thrusting my tongue into your mouth and then letting you enter mine so I could use your tongue as a tiny cock and suck on it as I jerked your shaft with my hands. 

Feeling your breath quickens and your chest vibrating with your moan, showing me how good I am making you feel. 

Finally, you can't take it any more and you pull yourself away from me. You tell me that if I keep going then I won't be able to feel your cock deep inside me until later. 

You bend and take your pants and briefs off, leaving them on the kitchen floor. Then take my hand in yours and lead me down the hall and towards your bedroom. 

Once at the door you pull me up in front of you. You slightly push me into the room and towards the bed. Turning me around so the back of my legs touch the bed as your lips touch mine and your tongue forces its way into my mouth again. 

You lean into me urging me to lower onto the bed as your hand slides under my sweater pulling it up and over my head, uncovering my body through my body suit to your eyes. 

I sit on the bed and you place your hand onto my shoulder pushing me to lie back on the bed. You follow me as I do to place your self on top of me, placing your hips between my legs. Your cock pushing into my pussy through the thin material covering me again making me feel as if my body was opening up to receive all you have to give as my wetness soaks through my pants. 

You kiss me again and start rubbing your cock onto my wet and throbbing pussy imitating a fucking motion with your hips. Reaching down to my hips and teaching me how to move with you before you enter me. 

Then bracing yourself on your knees, you reach up with your hands and begin to ease my body suit down off my shoulders. I arch up my shoulders allowing you to do so. Then arching up my lower back taking me closer to your cock the further you slide the body suit down my arms. 

Once the top is down around my waist you lean down and take my right nipple into your mouth letting me feel the wet heat of your mouth upon me for the first time with no barrier covering me. Making me gasp before moving to the other nipple to suckle at it. Nibbling with your teeth and then soothing with your tongue back and forth between the two nipples with your tongue sliding between the two. 

You finally stop teasing me with your mouth on my nipples and go back to removing my pants by placing my feet upon your chest as you stand up then putting your hands on my pants and tugging them down slowly taking my panties as well, revealing my shaved pussy to your eyes. You watching as my secret is uncovered by you and as you pull them further up my legs to my feet. You take one foot into one hand and watching as my legs open showing more of my pussy to you as you pull them off that foot before repeating the move with the other foot. 

You place my feet back onto the bed knees up in the air. You see the dew shining on my pussy as you ease yourself back down onto the bed and between my legs. 

Once again, your cock nestles my pussy only this time with no cover between the two. I feel the smooth head of your cock teasing my clit begging for entrance as you kiss my lips again. 

You reach with hands to urge my hips up closer to you and then you pull back a little. I feel the head of your cock poised at my wet entrance and I use my feet to push me higher pushing myself onto the head of your cock, showing that I am ready for you to be inside me. 

Your tongue pushes past my lips at the same time you push your cock into me. Letting you feel my wet heat on your cock all at one time. Burying your cock deep inside me as your tongue plunders my mouth. 

I am restless with need, aching to cum so I start moving my hips trying to force you to move with in me. 

You break the kiss and rise up on your arms to look down upon my face as you begin to pull back out of me then driving your cock back into me hard. You seem as though you are unwilling to leave my heat for long yet just as desperate as I am for completion. 

Bracing yourself again on your knees you pull my hips, forcing my pussy to ride your cock as your thrusts increase in speed and depth. Your cock touching deep inside my pussy, making it yours. 

I sense you nearing your peak and begin to thrust myself onto you trying to increase your pleasure. When you notice what I am doing, you remove one of your hands from my hips and begin to rub my clit with the pad of your thumb. Making me ride your cock and your thumb. 

You feel my pussy tighten even more around your cock as the first wave of my orgasm comes crashing over me and you drop down on top of me pulling me close as I call out your name with my release and begin to fuck me harder and deeper. You keep me at my peak even longer. 

I feel your cock tighten inside me, and hear your moans as your release is coming. I tighten my pussy around your cock and try to ride you through, increasing your pleasure and helping you touch even more of me as your white heat spills itself deep inside my belly. 

You continue to lay on top of me, both of us trying to regain our strength and bring our breathing back to normal. Neither of us wanting the moment to end, yet knowing it will. 

When finally, you did find the strength to move you rolled to my side and placed your arm under my head holding me close as we both drifted off to sleep wondering if there would ever be another time so perfect between us, hoping that there would be.



A Night To Remember



My husband Michael and I have been married for almost ten years now. In fact, in exactly two weeks, we will celebrate our tenth anniversary. Michael is a very caring, generous and giving man and in all the years we've been together he has always tried his best to exceed my needs both in bed and out; but as anyone who's been in the same relationship for more than a couple of years will know… things can become boring after a while.

About three years into our marriage, we experienced our first dry spell. Luckily we have always shared the fantastic ability to communicate freely with each other and after discussing our little problem we agreed that it might be a good idea to experiment with different fantasies; role-playing, dating, etc… to keep our love life interesting and exiting.

So far, it has worked incredibly. It has kept us exited about one another and even brought us closer together as a couple. This is the story of one particular "date" that really changed the way my husband and I see each other and helped us to bring one of our most vivid fantasies to life.

It was a hot Friday night in August. It was sweltering inside of our little apartment and I had been sitting in my corner chair reading and attempting to enjoy a nice cold glass of iced tea but I was sweating and cranky and couldn't really concentrate on the words in front of me. The heat had melted the ice in my drink almost immediately and at that particular moment I wanted to be anywhere but stuck in our small space with our broken air conditioner and the ceiling fan that barely circulated the air. 

Michael, being the sweet, sweet man that he is, sensed my discomfort and before long, he was behind me and whispering in my ear. " Hey, baby… I got an idea. Why don't you go take a nice cool shower and then afterwards you can slip on that sexy little black dress of yours, and I'll take you on the ride of your life." He almost purred as he spoke and within seconds, I was on my way to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes as I went.

I had been in the shower for no more than five minutes when I heard Michael's familiar whistle and saw him appear naked in front of me. He turned me around and began shampooing my hair and lathering my breasts and stomach. I was beginning to feel his cock hardening and rubbing itself on my slippery wet ass as his hands worked their way around my body. I made several attempts to reposition myself so that he could enter me but each time he pulled away, just to press himself against my tight bottom once again. Finally with a laugh he left me there alone, ordering me to hurry up and rinse off. He winked at me as he told me how much he couldn't wait to take me out and show me off. I may have thought that I knew what he meant…but I had no idea!

I toweled off and slipped my dress down over my head. On a whim I tossed the lacy red panties that I had been planning to wear into the corner, ran a brush through my long dark hair and raced out of the door. The panties were Michael's favorite, but somehow… I didn't think he would mind.

In the garage, Michael already had our cherry red convertible revved and ready to go, Top down and all. He watched my long legs appreciatively as I stepped carefully into the passenger side, lowering myself down onto the tan leather seat. Ouch! It was hot. As I took my seat, my short dress slid up just enough for the leather upholstery to burn my bare ass. I let out a little yelp and turned to see Michael looking at me with a concerned sort of amusement. With the same amused look still twinkling in his beautiful blue eyes and taunting the corner of his full lips, he leaned over to me. His eyes never leaving mine he reached down and lifted up my skirt and his fingers found their way between my thighs and deep inside of my already wet pussy just once before he quickly pulled them out again. "Good girl!" He said, as he offered his fingers to me for a quick taste before we drove off.

We drove around the side streets of our neighborhood for quite a while as he continued to drive me wild! Brushing his hand up and down my leg, paying close attention to my inner thigh but not once venturing back to the one part of my body that needed to be touched the most. Every once in a while he would reach over and give my hair a gentile tug and whisper things to me in his soft, sexy voice. Telling me, with excruciating detail, how much he wanted to fuck me, describing all of the places on my body he wanted to fuck me in and exactly how he wanted to do it. He'd say that when he finally decided to do these things to me that there wouldn't be a damn thing I could do about it other than to let him have his way with me and enjoy myself as he brought me to ever increasing heights of pleasure. 

By now he had me writhing in my seat, I wanted him so badly. I was relieved when at the next stoplight he leaned over to kiss me and while doing so fully reclined my seat. He told me to relax, to just lie back, close my eyes and to relax my body giving myself completely over to his control. I gladly obeyed.

We continued to drive as his skilled fingers began a much-needed dance on my throbbing clit. He moved in perfect little circles around it, sliding one and then to fingers in and out of my tight hole as he worked. I was in heaven at that moment, oblivious to all else. I never noticed the way the car began to steadily pick up speed nor did I hear the ever-increasing sounds of traffic… all around us now.

You can imagine my shock when my husband asked me to open my eyes and I found that we were on the highway. A huge semi-truck keeping time with us on the passenger side, the driver staring down longingly at my exposed pussy. The fact that we were in a convertible gave him a perfect view and I quickly tried to sit up and cover myself but just as quickly I was pushed back down again and instead of letting me cover myself Michael actually pushed my legs further and further apart exposing more of my pink, glistening flesh.

"Oh, come on baby, let him look," he said, " It's not like he can touch you, That's only for me to do.

" In fact, I've got a better idea. Why don't you put your beautiful hand where mine is right now and let us both watch you make yourself cum."

I'm usually pretty shy but I'd do anything for Michael and the prospect of having a stranger watch me with my husbands permission was too hot to pass up! I expertly worked my fingers in and out of my opening toying with my g-spot and then back to my clit rubbing and moving my hips in time with the movement of my fingers occasionally pausing to stare either into the eyes of my wonderful husband or those of the stranger watching us. I wanted them both to know exactly how much I was enjoying myself. 

It wasn't long before I experienced a very explosive orgasm and collapsed in my seat thinking that the show was over. I opened my eyes to gaze lovingly at Michael and soon realized that I was mistaken. He was driving with one hand while the other lie in his lap stroking his exposed cock.

" Now get your hot little ass over here and show that man who you belong to" he said. As tired as I was, I love to suck cock and after seeing it there hard and ready, waiting for the pleasures of my mouth there was no way I could ever resist. I got up and folded my legs underneath me facing my smooth naked ass in the exact direction of the truck driver and lifting it up in the air as I bent down into Michael's lap. I began by nibbling and teasing the tip with my tongue as I ran my hand firmly up and down his shaft. As I took his full length into my mouth and down into the back of my throat he began to moan rather loudly. I began moving faster and faster sucking and licking at the full length of his swollen cock. I moved my hand down to give his balls a tiny squeeze and with one last moan of pleasure he began to pump loads upon loads of hot delicious cum deep inside of my watering mouth. When he was finally done I could hardly help but give our new friend one last look as I licked the cum from my lips with a smile.

After tucking himself safely away and giving me an approving look, Michael quickly sped off. He knew that I couldn't wait to get home and plan our next adventure.



A Night to Remember



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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.

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WE LIVE IN BOMBAY, INDIA. We've been married for about fifteen years now. My wife is a knockout; at least I think so. She's dusky with really lovely, fine, regular features -- a slender nose, superb cheekbones and an exquisitely sculpted line to her chin and jaw. Her eyes are dark and large and she lines them with eye-black. Her mouth is really sexy with a full lower lip and the upper one bowed over it, and her teeth are very white and even. Her hair is dark and thick, down to the small of her back. She has a lovely long, graceful neck which leads to a pair of truly gorgeous breasts: sloping and high and full, tipped with long nipples that harden very, very readily, and set in really sex aureoles. I love the way they pucker and her breasts get swollen and heavy when she's aroused. Her waist is small and her belly is nice and firm and flat -- no love-handles, no sagging pouches, just the slightest, but firm, curve. Overall, she's a near-perfect 38-26-34. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky!

Madhu is hopelessly and delightfully addicted to sex. She's not a nympho or anything, but nothing gives her as much pleasure as good, hard, demanding fucking. I won't go into the full story of how we started on the cuckold-scene except to say that we've been doing it, with great satisfaction, for nearly ten years now and it was entirely mutual: I shared with her my desire to see her being fucked, and fucked hard, by another man, a bull of a man and, at once, Madhu accepted. Her excitement was evident and I was filled with a mixture of joy and arousal and a terrible dread.

Anyway, it started and that first incident was sado-masochistically mesmerising and utterly irresistible. Our chosen bull was a hired gigolo. We'd decided it would be best to start with someone skilled and also relatively anonymous. The man was very, very good. Good looking, well-built, exceedingly well-hung and something of an artist when it came to sex. Nothing rushed about his technique and his stamina was truly awesome. He took his time and it was more in the nature of a seduction. They were together for a long time that evening. And I watched with a pounding in my head and heart, my eyes burning, my ears echoing with her cries of lust and passion as he fucked her again and again and again like I have never been able to do. She loved every minute of it, panting and moaning and writhing ecstatically with him, letting herself be taken repeatedly and her love calls were obscene and erotic. I can still remember the sight of her on her forearms and knees on the living room carpet, rocking back and forth, her swollen breasts swinging and jiggling, her face turned up and over a shoulder and radiant with passion while he took her from behind straddling her hips. I watched his big cock grinding in and out of her cunt and saw how he fucked her first for her pleasure and then for his. He topped it off by fucking her mouth and creaming in her face. It was the first time I'd seen her do that -- with me, she'd always refused, but this time she seemed unable to say no to anything, she acted like a wanton sex slave. I moaned as I watched his cum spurt into her open mouth and splash on her face and breasts and saw her smiling lasciviously as he finished.

It took us two days to recover and then, when I was fucking her, I kept thinking of the guy and I knew she was, too. It added to our pleasure, each knowing the other knew but not saying. Our orgasms were terrific. That night I asked if she'd like to do it again and she said yes, of course, as often as possible. And that's how it began.

Now in India social norms are very different from what they are in Europe and America. It's a far less egalitarian society and most (practically all) households have live-in full-time servants and domestic staff. The wages aren't high so this isn't as impressive as it sounds. Besides, one needs the staff because the other basic infrastructure really isn't that optimised for people to manage on their own. Anyway, the servants (men and women) are always economically less well off than their employers and significantly so. Most of them don't even have a basic education. They often come from villages seeking work in the cities and take jobs in houses and as errand boys in offices or chauffeurs and such. Indian society has always regarded them (unfortunately in my view) as 'socially' less privileged (no one uses the word inferior any more, but that's what they mean). Contact with servants is required, by social mores, to be distant and aloof. No familiarity. They do not dine at table, for example. Nowadays things are changing and the new generation of servants is better dressed and considerably more modernised. The women, for example, now use make up, simple though it is and only on special occasions, more often and dress better.

The point is that any kind of overtly familiar relations with servants are very much still a scandal. Forget about sex with them. That's completely out. So imagine the thrill when our next bull was one of our house servants, a sturdily built young man in his early twenties, lean and hard-bodied, and rough in his manner. We arranged it between ourselves without telling him. The rest of the staff was given the day off. He stayed. And then Madhu went about seducing him and in no time at all they were fucking in the bedroom while I watched, hidden, my pulse racing and with a huge hard-on. The guy was terribly excited at the chance of being able to fuck his mistress and it showed. She had to control the pace to prolong it. He fucked her hard and called her all kinds of names (whore and slut and so on) and took her two or three times in different positions but this time, unlike with the gigolo, she was in control. I can still see her riding his cock, squatting over his lap, her face flung back, her mouth open, gasping and calling out loudly, her buttocks bouncing off his thighs, her cunt sliding up and down on the long thickness of his dark cock. He kept watching her, transfixed, and squeezing her big breasts. 

After that, there was no turning back and we went on steadily. Madhu took more servants, other gigolos and then we moved on to acquaintances and then close friends.

II

THREE OR FOUR YEARS after we entered the scene, for the first time, Madhu had two bulls together. That was her idea, entirely. She claimed that the only thing better than one bull was two. I was thrilled. The very thought was erotic. It was one of my most ardent fantasies and I couldn't believe that she had suggested it. I knew this was another beginning, in a way. Soon, I hoped, I'd be able to take her to living out my next level of fantasies -- full fledged orgies with several guys fucking her, having her to a live sex show for a select audience and even whoring herself to complete strangers. I'll tell you later how much of that we've been able to get to; actually, it's quite a lot of it.

Anyway, this was then a special occasion for us and we arranged it carefully. Two years earlier, I'd bought a lovely beach property about two hours drive south and had the existing house completely redone. Madhu worked on it, with an unerring touch and gave it a truly wonderful, warm feel. I'd put in a pool, too. It has two floors, with three bedrooms on the floor above with a wide terrace or balcony that runs along the front so that each room opens out onto the upper deck. The floor below is at garden level. I have a study that looks out on the garden and pool and the sea beyond. The living room actually opens out fully so that it almost feels as if the garden has climbed the patio and come right in. There's a little dining alcove on one side with a table that can seat 8 comfortably, another breakfast nook on the patio, a large, airy kitchen with a big pantry and larder. The two car garage is just beyond. We've entertained here often and I have vivid memories of the innumerable times I've watched my wife with other men here -- in the house, in the garden, in the pool, on the white sands with the sea curving around their writhing bodies.

Madhu chose her lovers for the evening. Some distance from the house there is a small village. The young men come out in the mornings and evenings and, living so close to the sea, many are adept swimmers. Ever since we got the place and started work on it, Madhu had been eyeing the young men hungrily. One or two of them are exceptionally sexy. The best of them all is a tall, superbly built youth in his mid-twenties. 

Raju is dark and very good-looking. His body is truly stunning, sculpted like a classical statue. He's tall and has the broad shoulders, wide chest and high, narrow hips of a strong swimmer, and a swimmer's long, smooth, sinewy muscles. His belly is rock-hard and cobbled with a prominent six-pack. About a year earlier, we called him over to the house ostensibly to help with harvesting the fruit of several coconut trees that grow in our orchard. He agreed and I could see Madhu's mounting excitement as she watched him climb the tree effortlessly using just his bare feet and the palms of his hands, his muscles rippling like snakes under his taut, dark skin.

When he was done, an hour later, she rewarded him suitably. We were both thrilled to find that his endowments matched his physique and, better still, that he was evidently a skilled, caring yet demanding lover. He now tends the garden, cleans the pool and general looks after the place for us when we're not there. 

Raju was her first choice for the special evening. After a lot of thought and discussion -- we considered a friend, one of her favoured gigolo, others -- we finally decided that it should be her favourite servant-bull. And so it was.

We left the city late Friday night, the three of us, Madhu, I and the servant. I took the minivan which I used for moving heavy stuff from our city apartment to the beach place. Behind the driver's cab in front was a low door that led to the back of the van. Since I'd only used it for moving, the small windows at the back were boarded up and I'd taken out all but one jump seat. The servant, Hari, sat there.

As we drove down the expressway, I could see that Madhu was getting hot. She'd opened her blouse and was slowly caressing her breasts. Her skirt was riding high on her thighs and when I saw her move a hand between her legs I asked her if she wanted to go back with Hari. She almost groaned in relief and before I knew it she was out of her seatbelt and into the back. Pretty soon I could hear him grunting loudly and calling her to suck his cock harder. I grinned to myself.

Soon I could hear the two of them fucking in the back. We left the expressway and got onto the country road and I pulled over and killed the lights and went back to watch. He was fucking her on her back on a rug on the floor of the van, thrusting into her hard and she clung to him, her body rocking with his thrusts, kissing him feverishly, her hips bucking under his. The van was rocking with their movements. It turned me on. I sat on the jump seat and watched. My presence didn't stop them. I saw the servant kissing my wife, pushing his tongue into her mouth as his big cock slid in and out of her cunt. He was a lean, dark young man, quite good looking and one of her favourites. After a while, they stopped and he slid out of her and she immediately rolled over and got on her forearms and knees so that he could mount her from behind doggie style. Her face was only inches from my knees. I was tempted to push my cock into her face, but I resisted and decided to save that for later. Instead I contented myself with watching. The servant knelt behind her and quickly ran his cock deep into her cunt and began fucking her hard and she gasped and cried out, going _Yes! Yes! Yes!_ and moaning and begging him to fuck her harder. Her body rocked back and forth as he pounded in and out of her really hard. I could see how much she was enjoying it. Her face glowed and her breasts swung heavy and swollen with excitement and her nipples were hard as pebbles. Her sexy gold necklace bounced against her chin as he moved faster. I could actually hear the slap-slap-slap of his thighs against her buttocks. He gripped her waist and kept pistoning in and out of her body grunting and gasping, calling her a whore and a bitch, goading her to take his cock. I knew she loved the obscene love-talk and I heard her respond in the same words, egging him on to keep fucking her. 

I was thrilled with the performance and wanted to see it through but we were running late now so I moved back to the driver's cab and pulled out onto the road again, letting them finish off in the back.

We got to the beach place late and went straight up to bed, leaving Hari to unload the luggage -- not that we had that much. I told Madhu not to wash. The smell of him on her turned me on. She smiled and threw herself into a deep chair and split her legs open for me. 

"He came inside me," she said, with a sly, knowing smile. She pulled open her cunt lips and I saw the remains of my servant's stickiness in her slit. She dragged one slender finger through her cunt and sexily licked her fingertip and, with her other hand, squeezed her breast. "Come here, you," she said throatily. "First lick me. Then you can fuck me."

It wasn't the first time I'd done or that she'd asked me to, and I loved it. I flung myself to my knees before her and drove my face into her crotch. Within seconds she was murmuring in pleasure, her hips writhing and jerking under my face. I could taste her juices mingling with the servant's cum -- it made my head swim with excitement. She grew hotter and hotter and her cries rose and now she began to goading and taunting me, knowing it would only fuel my arousal. 

"Yes, come on! Lick my pussy, lover!" she said. "Lick me clean! Yes! Come on! Lick up Hari's cum from my cunt!"

Mad with lust now, I jumped to my feet and pulled her off the chair to her knees in front of me and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it deep into her mouth with a loud groan and began sucking me off feverishly. I cried out my pleasure for her mouth was incredible -- warm and wet and she used her tongue with a wizard's cunning. 

I wanted her and I wanted her brutally, in the same way that I had seen the servant take her. I pushed her head away and made her turn around on all fours and I got behind her and thrust hard into her which made her cry out sharply. It was music to my ears. I began fucking her hard, feeling her cunt going into lust filled spasms on my cock which was now slippery with that wild cocktail of her juices, my cum and the servant's. She spurred me on, calling to me, comparing me with other men.

"Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me like the other guys do, baby! Like your servants fuck me! Come on! Do it!"

"You like them, slut? You really like fucking them, don't you?" I cried.

"Yes!" she went. "God, yes, I love it when they fuck me! All of them! Come on! Take me! Oh yes! Yes!"

And right through, with her rocking and jerking under me and my cock thrusting in and out of her cunt and my hands under her groping and squeezing her bouncing breasts, I kept thinking of her, just like this, and in a hundred other ways, with another man, and I knew with a dreadful certainty that she, too, was thinking of one of her lovers. It was irresistibly erotic.

III

SATURDAY MORNING. I woke to find that Madhu had already started her weekend with a bang -- literally. She was there, right there in the bed beside me, fucking the servant again. How long they'd been at it I had no idea. They were taking their time, going slowly, murmuring very softly. She was smiling radiantly up at him, kissing and caressing him tenderly, her hands stroking his smooth, strong, dark back. I propped myself up on my elbow to watch, grinning and instantly aroused. 

"Good morning," she smiled, turning her face to me and I thought to myself how lucky I was to be married to such a beautiful, sexy, slutty woman. "Slept well?"

"Very well. You?"

"Like a log. Then he," she nodded to the servant, "came and woke me up." She giggled. "Something like an alarm cock."

I guffawed. The servant grinned, not understanding our words in English but knowing that it must be something ribald. He was bent over her on his knees between her legs, his strong arms stretched out, his knuckles on the bed. His hips were moving rhythmically up and down and in tight circles over her crotch. She was moving in a tempo to match him and now she pulled her legs up so he could go in deeper and squeezed his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her.

"Mm, that feels good, baby," she said in the vernacular. "Oh god yes, I love your cock in my pussy! It feels so good, baby!"

The youth grinned and bending his head began to suck and lick her stiff nipples. I left them and swung out of bed.

An hour later, I was on the terrace deck with a cup of coffee when she came out, freshly showered and smelling of some subtle lemony fragrance that was really nice. Her hair was tied up in a tail behind her head. She wore jeans and a completely transparent white shirt. It was unbuttoned and the ends were brought tightly together and knotted under her breasts so that a lot of cleavage and midriff showed and, through the transparent cloth, even her nipples.

"Nice?" she said pirouetting for me.

"Very nice."

"Will they want me?"

"They'd want you if you wore a parka, babe," I snorted. "You know that."

She smiled. "I'm so excited. I can't wait! When do you want to start?"

I looked at my watch. "Love, you've had enough since last night. Take it easy. It might get really ... demanding. I think we'll start off in the evening, what do you think?"

"So long to wait!" she pouted. "Can't we start earlier? Please?"

"No," I said earlier. "We can't. And you can't have a snack either."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Spoilsport! Not even a little tickle?"

"Not even the littlest tickle."

She groaned in mock despair and I laughed and pulled her to me and kissed her, feeling her breasts press heavily against my chest. 

"Let me at least suck your cock," she said softly into my mouth.

I slapped her bottom and pushed her away with a chuckle. "Stop, woman! There's going to be a lot of action later. Save your energy for that. Go on, read some sexy stuff, watch a movie or something. I've got work to do."

IV

THAT WASN'T UNTRUE. There was a lot of work to be done around the house. The roof needed work and we had a problem with a section of one wall and the pool needed cleaning. We set about, the three of us, Hari, Raju and I, stripped to our waists. 

We took the pool first, drained it, cleaned it, let it dry and set it to fill again. We were almost done by lunch. I left the guys at it and went in. Madhu had fixed us -- her and me -- a light lunch of soup and salad and some cheese. We ate in the breakfast alcove and Hari came in to say that the pool was done. I thanked him, not missing the longing, lustful look that he got from my wife and told him to take a break, get something to eat and we'd start on the roof.

Through the afternoon the three of us worked till, finally, at about five, as the sun began to slide down into the sea, I called a stop. We'd found we needed some gear still and, now acting on our plan, I told Hari to come with me to the nearest store, a good 15 minutes drive away, to get it so we could finish working tomorrow. I phoned ahead and told them to keep the stuff ready. 

I'd heard splashing by the pool and knew that Madhu was there, very likely in that ridiculous micro-bikini she loved, with cups that were barely the size of band-aids and panties that were hardly more than a thin thong -- they just about covered her cunt lips and, behind, left her buttocks totally exposed with the rear strand going between her butt-cheeks. I told Raju to go find out if she needed anything.




A Night to Remember



Meanwhile the servant and I went off. We took the pick up I kept at the place. Driving down, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and understood why he turned on my wife so. He had good, strong, aquiline features, a square jaw and his body was rugged and hard. The wind blew in his dark, thick hair. His arms were muscular, the forearms broad and sinewy. I shifted into overdrive and settled back.

"So, Hari. You really enjoying fucking my wife, don't you?"

His head whipped around, startled. We generally didn't talk like this outside of the actual act. Then he grinned.

"Yes, boss," he said. "She is very hot."

"One of your favourites, eh?"

"Yes sir. She is my absolute favourite."

"What do you like doing best with her?"

He grinned. "Everything sir. She's fantastic! I mean, the way she gives a blow job, boss, it's really something else! And man, she's so hot and so tight when I shove my cock into her!" He made a pumping action with his clenched fist, grinning. "Oh man," he went on, now mimicking a fucking action, hands spread as if holding her waist. "I'm going to fuck her tonight, real hard! Just wait and watch, boss! You're going to love seeing us!"

"Yeah," I said. "Lucky me."

"No, lucky me boss!" He was positively crowing now. "I'm the guy gets to hump your wife, remember?"

Boy, have you a surprise coming, I thought to myself, but said nothing.

The store had my stuff ready and I paid, we turned back. On the way, I stopped briefly at the village (the same one where Raju came from) and kept Hari waiting for a few minutes in the car. 

Back home, I slotted the pickup into the carport and told Hari to unload the stuff and then come to the pool. I went ahead, tossing off my t-shirt. He nodded, grinning.

That grin died a few minutes later.

Hari came out to the pool, dressed in only his pants, bare-chested, and rocked to a complete stop. I expected his reaction and was right by him. I loved the look on his face: his eyes popped, his jaw dropped and a strangled cry erupted from his throat.

By the edge of the pool, Raju stood stark naked, legs apart, his magnificently sexy body glistening wet. His hands were low by his hips, on my wife's head as she knelt before him, clad only in her ridiculous bikini, giving him a long, loving blow job. Raju's hips jerked back and forth. Her head moved to and fro. Her fingers were curled around his thick cock, pumping it. Her cheeks billowed when she took him in deep. It was obvious that she loved every minute of it.

"Yeh! Come on! Suck my cock, slut! Suck it hard!" Raju grunted.

Beside me, Hari started forward, shouting, "You bastard! I'll kill you! She's mine!"

I grabbed him by the shoulders and held him back. "Easy, stud, easy. Just watch. There's a kick in that too. Trust me."

"But ... but boss! She's ... he's ... I mean ..."

"I know." And then I snapped. "So fucking what, hero? You think she loves you? You think you're the only guy she fucks? You know you're not, so what the fuck are you getting antsy about?"

"I ..."

"Yeah, right, so shut up. Just shut up and watch. You can fuck her later."

He moaned but obeyed and I noticed that his anger was quickly turning into excitement. I loved this. The bull as a cuckold, I thought to myself. It was a delicious twist. 

By the pool, Madhu's cock sucking was getting more frenzied. Now she slipped her bikini bra off and started fondling her breasts in arousal. Raju pushed her head back finally and she groaned, moving onto her back, kicking off her micro panties and spreading her legs for him, reaching for him.

"Come on, fuck me, Raju!" we heard her say loudly. "Fuck me hard!"

The youth got between her legs and we saw her body arch and heard her loud cry of joy when he squeezed his cock into her slit. Her feet rose behind his knees. Bent over her, he began fucking her with long, slow thrusts, moving his cock slowly in and out of her cunt. She moaned loudly and now her face turned to where I stood with the servant.

"Oh god," she said to us. "He's so good! His cock feels so good inside me!" Her body writhed ecstatically under his.

I grinned to myself. This was really sexy.

"Come closer," she said. "Come here and watch. I want you two closer!"

I nudged Hari forward. I could see his cock was bulging in his trousers. We got up close, right by her and, lying on her back, she stretched her arm up Hari's leg and squeezed his cock.

"You want me, too, don't you, Hari?"

The servant nodded.

"Soon," she murmured sexily, wantonly. "Very soon. Let me enjoy this for now."

She turned her attention back to Raju who grinned up at us. She'd obviously let him in on the plan. Good. He began moving faster and deeper and she cried out, now arching and tossing and writhing under him, her hips bucking up and down under his, her breasts jumping and jiggling with his thrusts. 

"Take off your pants!" she gasped to Hari. "Quickly!"

The servant shed his trousers at once and her hand closed on his cock. "Oh god, oh god," she moaned and I could see her intense excitement at having one cock in her cunt and another in her hand. 

Suddenly she let go and looked at me. "I want you to prepare him for me."

I stared. "What?"

"Prepare him. Suck his cock. Let me see you suck his cock. I want to see you sucking his cock!"

I looked at her stunned. I'd never done anything of the kind before. Madhu's eyes blazed. "Do it!" she snapped. "You're the cuckold, remember! That's what you do!"

I looked at her, thrashing like a whore under the young man who was fucking her and grinning at me, contempt and derision in his eyes. The young man whose bloated cock was sawing in and out of my wife's cunt, who was kissing her and sucking on her swollen tits, banging her harder and harder. And I looked at the servant standing next to me, lean and dark and sexy, his erection monstrous, his expression a mixture of arousal and desire and impotent frustration. And my own cock hardened further.

I turned to the servant. "She wants me to suck your cock, Hari," I said softly. "Don't come in my mouth. Keep that for her."

I moved slightly behind him and curled an arm around his body and ran my hands down his torso. My god, but it felt sexy! I felt his body stiffen in surprise and momentary resistance, but I persisted and slowly caressed him, moving my hands down to his crotch. My fingers closed around his cock. I'd never held another man's cock before and the first touch was electric. It felt incredible, hot and throbbing and burning in my fingers. He jerked away, spinning around.

"Easy," I murmured, moving with him, facing him now, once again taking his cock in my hands. It was impossible to resist. His mouth opened and his breath came sharply. I felt a quiver of excitement rippling through me. I wasn't prepared to kiss him. But I knew, with sudden certainty, that I did want to suck his cock. I had to know what it felt like, tasted like. I moved closer. He turned his head away, needlessly as it happened, because I was already going down to my knees before him. 

"Easy boy. Relax. Enjoy it." I murmured.

Again I took his cock in my hand, marvelling at how good it felt, the thickness and hardness and weight of it. I cupped his balls and slowly inched my face closer. I pressed my mouth to his hard, flat belly. His cock was against my neck. I moved my lips lower, moved his cock over my face. It filled my sight. I couldn't resist. I groaned and opened my mouth and slipped my lips around it.

God, that first touch of a cock in my mouth! It was the purest heaven. It was heavy and hot and big and smelled and tasted wonderfully musky. I ran my tongue around his cock-head, then pulled him in deeper and began sucking him. Behind me, I heard my wife's long, shuddering moan of excitement and the cackle of the guy fucking her and the shouted groan of the servant whose cock was now in my mouth. I sucked harder and I felt his hands on my head and his hips began moving back and forth. His early cum spurted into my mouth and I swallowed it and suddenly I knew I wanted to finish this, wanted to feel a man creaming in my face. I kept sucking. 

Beside us, on the tiles, Madhu and Raju were fucking like demons now, watching me suck off the servant. I sucked harder. Madhu whimpered, her hands mauling her breasts in frenzied excitement. 

"Stop!" she called suddenly and nobody knew who she meant. "Stop! Now! All of you, stop!"

She eased Raju off her and got to her knees and her face joined mine in Hari's groin. The servant cried out as our tongues battled over his cock. 

"Go, go suck Raju now," she said to me. "I want Hari to fuck me."

And there we were, husband and wife, me sucking one guy, she the other. Fuck, but it felt sexy! Raju's cock was even bigger and stiffer and already slippery with his gunk and her juices, a totally different taste and experience. I closed my eyes and let myself drown in the pleasure.

A sharp cry made me look around and I grinned. Hari was on his back on the ground, his knees at the edge of the pool, his feet in the water and she was in a deep squat over his cock, slowly impaling her cunt on it, her fingers tight around its base. 

"Oh baby yes!" she cried, throwing her head back. "Oh fuck yes!"

"Come on, whore! Take my cock!" he shouted.

Madhu moaned and began moving slowly up and down on the servant's cock, leaning forward, her arms outstretched, her hands on the ground beside his hips. I watched her as I kept blowing Raju and she watched me and I could see the incredible arousal and excitement on her face. She had really surprised me and I couldn't believe how sexy it felt. My balls were aching. I longed to thrust my cock into a mouth or a cunt. But that wasn't on the menu. Not yet anyway.

Her movements grew more erotic as she arched her body back, moving her hands behind her and began rotating her hips with every downward thrust so that she was sort of corkscrewing her cunt on his cock. Under her, the guy grunted, his hips heaving and bucking, his hands under her thighs. She cried out softly, tossing her head back, her breasts bouncing.

"Come on, Raju!" she gasped. "Let me suck your cock now!"

And there it was, finally. My wife with two guys. Raju pulled away at once and went to her as she turned her face to him and I saw him pushing his cock into her face. I groaned and fell back, sitting with my legs stretched out, frigging slowly, desperately wanting a fuck for myself but helpless and totally, totally blown with arousal. Inches away, the two guys were fucking my wife in her mouth and cunt together.

They broke apart and she turned around and got on her fours between them, now sucking Hari while Raju began to raid her from behind. Their grunts and moans and cries rang in my ears. I couldn't take my eyes of her sexy body lurching and jerking back and forth and to and fro between theirs, one guy's cock drilling her cunt, his cock appearing and disappearing between her butt cheeks while the other guy's cock filled her face. Their hands were all over her body, squeezing her tits, stroking her head and back and she was in seventh heaven.

And then I had my revenge. A crowd of six swept in, the four guys and two girls from the village I'd stopped at from my way back from the store. Madhu didn't know that I had arranged this secretly well in advance. I'd known that Raju had bragged about his affair with Madhu to his friends, but he didn't know I knew or that I'd been in touch with them long before -- or that I'd actually even fucked the two girls some months earlier.

They were all young, in their late teens and early twenties with the supple, strong bodies of young people who spend a lot of time outdoors. The guys were all dark, muscular and well-shaped physiques like Raju and the girls were absolutely irresistible. One, Rajashri, was a complete knock out with the loveliest face -- dark almond eyes, a slim nose, a long neck and breasts to die for in a superbly curved body and the other, Parvati, a year or two older, was like a cauldron of molten sexuality, earth and sensuous with large breasts and a wide mouth and a stunningly curved body. Both were dressed in long, loose skirts and button down blouses cut close to their curves. Both wore gold necklaces.

I was already on my feet when the trio on the floor cried out in shock and alarm and stumbled apart. They lurched to their feet and I laughed at their expressions.

"Hey look! They started without us! No fair!" One of the guys cried, grinning and starting to undo his pants, moving towards Madhu, his eyes flashing hungrily.

I flung my arms around the two girls, my hands on their breasts, flipping open the buttons of their blouses. They were naked underneath. They giggled and one of them kissed me hard.

"You've been sucking cock?" she said in surprise.

I nodded. "Yeah. First time. Now I know why you girls enjoy it so much!"

"Oh god, that's so sexy!" the other said and I wondered what the fuck it was with these women?

I looked at Madhu and Raju and Hari and laughed. "Surprised? Good! You want more than one guy, right, Madhu? Well guess what. I got you a whole lot more! Come on, let's see if you can take them all! You ready for that?"

But the four guys had already joined Raju and Hari and formed a ring around her. I saw clothes being shed, heard cackles and laughter, so them looking down. I sauntered over with the girls for a closer look.

And there she was, the hub of arousal in a circle of lust, with six mighty spokes pointing at her in offering and she was going mad, fisting two, sucking one, moving on, whimpering and groaning in wild arousal. 

I entered the circle and she saw me and I knew at once from the look in her eyes what she wanted of me, and at that moment, I was thrilled and overwhelmed with excitement and arousal. The guys were all terrifically sexy bulls, with dark bodies, hairless torsos, smooth skins, and very well muscled -- I ran my eye over their wide, cleaved chests and hard bellies and down to their rampant penises and knew I just had to taste them all.

"Suck them," Madhu said. "I want to see you suck them all!"

The guys laughed and jeered as I stepped forward, uncaring and unmindful of their taunts -- right then, music to my ears. I dropped to my knees before the first guy, running my hands lovingly down his body to his crotch. I ran my tongue over his bulging cock-head. He grunted and held my head and pulled it forward and I let him in, taking him deep into my mouth and sucking eagerly, working his cock-head with my tongue. Next to me, Madhu moaned, staving off the hungry men, masturbating shamelessly in front of them all. I looked the other way and saw the two girls getting hot too, their blouses off, their hands working their swollen breasts, their faces bright with excitement.

A few minutes later, I moved on to the next guy and, as I took him between my lips, I heard a loud gasp beside me and saw that the first guy was already with Madhu. She leaned back on her elbows, her legs spread. He kissed her deeply, with lots of tongue play, then moved lower, to her breasts and then lower still, to her cunt. I heard her gasp again, louder, and saw her flinging her head back and then sinking down onto her back as the guy began licking her slit in earnest. She moaned loudly, her head turned to one side, her hands in his hair, her legs split wide. I knew just how much she loved this and now he was finding out, too. She hissed her pleasure, her tongue sliding out of her tongue and arching sexily over her upper lip. Her hands slid slowly up her body to her breasts. Her hips writhed and undulated heavily under the guy's face. 

"Oh! Oh yes! Oh god yes!" she moaned, her body jerking slowly now as if under a man's thrusts. 

The second guy pushed my head away from his cock. Immediately I turned to the third. His predecessor laughed down at me. 

"Fucking wimp!" I heard him say. 

He dropped to his knees before Madhu's face and she turned her head and her mouth opened and drew him in almost gratefully. The guy licking her slit stopped and moved up between her legs, pulling them apart, kneeling between them on his haunches. Madhu paused her cock-sucking briefly and, looking at the guy with a naked hunger glittering in her eyes, arching her face, pulled her cunt-lips open for him. 

"Come on, fuck me!" she cried. "Take me, lover! Give me your cock!"

The others laughed, including the guy fucking my face who pushed my head back and said, "Hear that, wimp-boy? See how we can make your slut beg for it?"

"Yeah, for a real man!" said another.

The guy between her legs laughed and pressed his cock-head quickly into her cunt. Madhu fell back with a loud groan, arching her back steeply as he went deep into her and instantly her head spun around again to the guy who'd been in her mouth -- except that it was another guy this time, the third, who I'd just finished. 

By the time I got to number four I was tiring of all that cock-sucking. My cock was raging, too. And now number one had yielded, without coming, to numbers two and three who were taking turns with her. Number four left me and joined them and she was riding one guy with two cocks bobbing at her face. And Hari and Raju were still waiting.

I got to my feet and turned back to the girls. "Come on. Let's hit the beach," I told the girls. "I'm not such a wimp, you know. I'll show you."

"We know, remember?" the younger one said slyly and took off with Parvati at a run, laughing, tossing their clothes as they went with me pounding behind them. We left Madhu to her lovers.

We swam naked, me and the two girls and they really knew how to show a guy a good time. Lots of kissing and fondling and breasts and tongue and then we headed up onto the beach where one of them began sucking me off, bending over my lap while the other sat beside me, kissing me, frigging herself. I fucked them one by one, Suman on her back and Leela from behind and then decided that I wanted to play sexy games in soft sheets and stopped and led them back to the house.

By then, Madhu and the guys were playing sex games. Pin the cock on the stud. She had a blindfold on and her job was to match the cock to the name. No peeking. Only touch. A real contact sport. We stopped to watch her, bending over a guy on his back, kissing him, moving down his body, taking his cock in her mouth sucking him hard. She couldn't guess and the guy flipped her on her back and began fucking her heavily.

"What happens if she can't guess?" I asked one of the local heroes.

He grinned. "No problem. She can keep going till she does, or she moves on to the next guy. Or she calls quits."

"Bet she hasn't done that yet."

"You said it, chief. Fuck, what a number you've got here! And oh yeah, we also make it tougher. Sometimes it's the same guy again."

"And if she gets it right?"

"The guy gets knocked out. Has to stop immediately. It's all technique."

"How's that?"

"You keep changing your fuck style, you see."

I didn't see, but who the fuck cared. Certainly Madhu didn't. I saw that she didn't cut it with the current guy. She said later and called for another who immediately took the first guy's place, turned her over and entering her from behind. She cried out as he rammed into her and began fucking her hard, gripping her hips and slamming this thighs against her buttocks. She got his name right in seconds and he yelled in anger but kept the rules and slid out of her. Next guy.

"Come on," one of the girls said to me gently. "You can come back later. For now just be with us." She was right. I knew I should leave before something contrary welled up inside me and asked me to turn my head and forget how much I was truly enjoying this.

We went up to the bedroom and the girls loved it with the smooth clean sheets and their squeals became moans when I lit up the room with candles and started tormenting them properly, not just fucking them, but going long and slow with lots of foreplay. I pulled out a vibrator, too. They'd never seen one before and they went ape-shit over it. One began masturbating while she sucked me as I lay on my back. I drew the other one's hips over my face and slowly ate her pussy. 




A Night to Remember



I'm not clear any longer on who was doing what to whom exactly but some things remain vividly in my memory. It seemed to go on for a long time and I can recall their cries and moans as I fucked them and the warm softness of their mouths and the tight heat of their cunts and the satiny smoothness of their dark skins and the turgid weight of their breasts and the stiffness of their nipples. I remember the way Rajashri thrashed under me when I fucked her on her back, plunging greedily in and out of her cunt and the way Parvati whimpered when she mounted me. And the way they got into a lesbian act, too.

I was fucking Rajashri again on her back, drilling her slowly, fighting to keep off an orgasm and she was rocking back and forth slowly under me with her face buried between Parvati's legs. I bent forward and began sucking on Parvati's tits. She hissed in pleasure and pulled my face up and kissed me like a wild animal, her mouth wide and her tongue electric in my mouth. 

"She likes it in her ass, you know," a heavy voice drawled next to me. "Actually, they both do. You should try that."

I looked up and saw Hari and Raju watching me. I grinned at them. 

"How come you're here?" I asked.

"Got knocked out of the game," Raju grinned.

"Still going on?"

"Yup. But we don't get any of that action now. No problem," he shrugged. "We can get that anytime. But we're hungry. Thought you might spare one of these two."

"Go ahead," I said generously. "Who d'you fancy? Or you want both?"

"No, you finish your thing with Rajashri," Raju said. 

He started moving to Parvati who was moaning with Rajashri's tongue-fucking of her cunt and was on the verge of an orgasm anyway, her hands mauling her big brown tits, her face glowing with pleasure. As they came up she pulled away from Rajashri and went to the two men, kissing Hari hard, writhing her body lustily against his, then turning to Raju. She groaned loudly and began sucking Raju, turning on her back and opening her legs for the Hari who spent some time sucking her big brown breasts before executing a perfect muff-dive. I got excited watching them and began fucking Rajashri harder. 

"In her ass, you said?" I asked Raju.

"Yup. Slow and deep. Use some lube. Or butter."

Yeah, right, like I'm Marlon Brando and this is the Last Tango, I thought to myself. I remembered we had some Vaseline in the drawer of the bedside table and that was just a stretch of an arm away. I got it, not stopping in my movements in and out of Rajashri's cunt. I uncapped the jar and pulled slowly out of her. 

"Come on, bitch, I'm going to fuck your ass now," I said to her.

Despite what they said, I expected her to resist. Instead, she moaned in excitement and bent more steeply forward with her shoulders on the bed, lifting her buttocks up and spreading them for me, showing me her dainty puckered flesh of asshole and, reaching between her legs, curled a finger up into her cunt. 

"Take me!" she gasped. "Please! Do it!"

I salved my prick, then around her asshole and into it with my finger and then pressed my cock-head to her ass. She whimpered but her ass yielded at once. I'd not done this often but remembered it being incredible. I squeezed my cock-head into her ass and she gasped, her head jerking up, her face twisting and her fingers clawed at the sheets. I cried out as her ass convulsed on my prick and went in deeper and deeper and then began fucking her ass slowly and deeply. It was incredibly hot and tight and my cock glided smoothly in and out of her ass.

Next to us, Hari and Raju had begun fucking Parvati. She was on her back with her hips at the edge of the bed and Raju was between her legs, gripping her hips and pumping away hard while Hari knelt over her face and pushed his cock down into her mouth.

"Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Rajashri moaned, her body writhing and rocking to and fro on the bed. "Oh god yes! Oh yes!"

"Like it?" Hari asked me over his shoulder.

"Oh fuck yes!" I gasped. "She's incredible! Her ass is fantastic!"

Raju laughed. "Yeah. So's your wife's, boss. You should see that, you really should. Right up her ass. They're doing it now. And then they're going to do it in her ass and in her cunt and in her mouth. Three in one. Bet you've never seen her do that!"

I stared at him dumbfounded. I'd seen Madhu being sodomized before and knew she enjoyed it. But with three guys! Together! This was an incredible dream come true. I forgot where I was, what I was doing. All I knew is that I had to be there, where she was. 

I stumbled out of the room, not caring about the girl I left behind, barely hearing the taunting cackle of laughter that followed me out. I hurried down the stairs to the hall.

They'd moved indoors. The four local guys and Madhu. I fell to my knees, awed and feverish, my heart pounding. This was just unbelievable. I hadn't planned on this. I wasn't even sure I had wanted this, so much, for so long, for her to be taken and used like this. And now there was no way I could stop it. And I knew I didn't even want to. I only wanted to watch and watch and watch and I didn't want to stop watching. I could see that, though she was tiring, my wife was still in the throes of ecstasy and enjoying being pleasured beyond my wildest imagination, or her.

So I watched it through. Madhu was still blindfolded and the guys were laughing and taunting her as she lurched around blindly. Visions and snapshots:

A guy on his back on the low glass-topped coffee table in the living area and Madhu straddling the table, standing and then bending deep forward, her hair cascading over his belly and sucking his big cock, taking it deep in her mouth. 

Madhu on her back on the dining table, her legs forked wide, her body jerking and arching, her swollen breasts bouncing, a guy standing between her legs, holding them wide and high, slamming his hips back and forth, rocking his cock in and out of her cunt. 

Madhu with another one of the locals, her back to him, slowly lowering herself onto his long, thick cock crying out, her face twisting and her hips rising and falling, rising and falling along the length of his cock-shaft, moving a good five or six inches. And then leaning back and turning her face to him and letting him put his tongue deep into her mouth and slam his hips up and down under her. 

And oh yes, the sodomising of my wife. Oh yes. How can I forget that? They all did it, all the four of them, one by one. One guy from behind, bending her forward and easing himself into her, and her shrill cry echoing above their cheers. And the next guy doing the same but with her on her back, bending her legs up high and her face contorting as his dark cock tunnelled deeper and deeper into her ass, till his balls were pressed to her cunt-lips. And the last two, one taking her on her side, lying behind her, the other lying under her and making her sit her ass on it. All of them fucked her in the ass. All of them.

Even in pairs. Two together. Wasn't that what I wanted, after all? Somehow, I wasn't so sure anymore. But she was. That was certain.

I saw her upright on her feet, laughing brightly, coiling her dark hair above her head and then arching quickly forward over the armrest of the sofa to take into her mouth the upright cock of the guy who lay on his back on it, his arms folded under his head, his knees over the armrest, grinning up at her as her hair cascaded over his hard, flat belly. And another local, laughing, coming up behind her and her spreading her legs for him and his cock running swiftly into her cunt and her muffled moans and gasps as he began fucking her rapidly, holding her hips and rocking his own to and fro, back and forth, to and fro, slapping his thighs at her buttocks, making her body rock under his, her breasts bouncing and the guy under her squeezing and fondling them and both of them calling out obscenely to her. 

Several minutes, an eternity, later, the guy behind began fucking her ass, sliding out of her cunt and gently pressing his cock to her ass. I saw her tense fractionally, then yield with a shuddering moan and he was through, going deeper and deeper into her ass. She groaned loudly, her head flung back, one hand gripping the backrest of the sofa, the other scrabbling behind her at his hips and at her buttocks, and then the guy on the sofa put his hand on her hand and pushed it down to his groin again. The guy behind her began sodomizing slowly and heavily and deeply and thoroughly, groaning in pleasure, moving his hips slowly to and fro, sending his cock drilling deep into her ass.

They paused after another eternity -- but only to swap places. The guy in her ass moved out, grinning and beating his meat. She moved up onto the sofa and now knelt on the seat, her face over the backrest. The guy who'd buggered her now stood in front of her face. The other guy got behind her. And they did it all over again. In her cunt and mouth first -- her mouth filled with the cock that had just been in her ass -- and then in her cunt and ass.

And then one of them pulled her over his lap and made her sit on his cock and then began slamming his hips up and down and jerking her body hard up and down on his cock. I heard her crying out and saw her body tossing wildly, her breasts bouncing furiously, her hair flying and her cries loud and high and shrieks of the purest pleasure. That's when he slowed and beckoned to two of the others. One came up, grinning, winked at me and, twisting his fingers in her hair, turned her face into his crotch and my wife moaned and began sucking him deeply. Meanwhile the other slipped behind her and I saw her stiffen as he pressed his cock-head to her anus and then saw her head snap up and her mouth tear open and the room filled with her long, loud shriek of pain and pleasure as he entered her from behind, his cock separated from the other guy's by just a little bit of her flesh; and that one wasn't letting go either and pulled her mouth to his cock again. 

They broke apart and the guys changed positions and they did it to her all over again, just like that, in all three orifices and now one guy was on his back and she moved over his lap, her back to him and slowly, gingerly, sank her ass on his cock, shuddering, moaning, wincing. Very slowly, her buttocks writhing and squirming on his lap, she leaned back, her hands behind her. He reached up and squeezed her turgid breasts and I watched as my wife turned her face over her shoulder and let our servant kiss her. He began moving gently under her and she groaned softly.

Moaning, Madhu obeyed like a sex slave. She cracked her legs further apart. The local youth who'd just fucked her now moved between her legs and bent over her. She turned and kissed him and I saw him press his cock to her cunt-lips. She tensed for a moment, then yielded, and he was through, running his cock slowly and deeply into her flesh, skewering her with his cock, her long neck arching stiffly, her mouth tearing open in a long, shuddering cry. And a third guy was there right away, his big cock sawing the air in front of her open mouth. His hand fell to her blindfolded face and twisted her head to one side and she groaned and took his cock, fresh from its recent invasion of her ass, deep into her mouth.

I watched and watched and watched the four bodies, rocking together, going on and on, till she gave in, finally and called their names and where they were fucking her, and the guys groaned in mock despair but finished anyway, one coming in her butt, another in her cunt and the third flooding her mouth.

She'd saved the best for last, and she called the last guy's name even before he got to her and tore off her blindfold and blinked and her eyes were hazy and glassy with lust and increasing exhaustion.

"Take me," she said, her words slurring. "Yes, come on, please, fuck me!"

Oh god, that guy was good. A huge guy, with big slabs of muscle on his chest and belly and thick bulging biceps and broad forearms and thighs like tree trunks, intensely handsome and with an enormous cock. With a cock that size he ought to have been the first one to go, she could hardly have mistaken him for any of the others but I knew she'd kept him for the last. 

She sucked him for what seemed like ever, slowly finger-fucking herself kneeling before him and then he pushed her away and made her turn around and got behind her and started fucking her from behind and it was really hard. He went in quickly and she moaned and then he began moving, rocking his hips back and forth, slapping his thighs at her buttocks, making her cry out and call out with pleasure. Her breasts bounced and shook. She turned her face over her shoulder and he bent forward, squeezing her tits and kissed her deep, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He rose and now he was moving faster, like a madman and her cries were really high sharp broken. He bellowed and gripped her hips and slammed into her hard, jerking her body backwards onto his cock viciously. Again. Again. Again. Jamming his crotch to her butt. Each lunge made her scream. Again and again and again. Then he rose up in a squat over her hips, knees deeply bent and went wild, bent over her, his finger steepled in her back, then under her body, then bent even further and on the floor and his hips were plummeting and rocketing up and down and her body was thrashing wildly under his. 

Watching them, the other three began cheering and whistling and calling, clapping loudly, saying _come on! Fuck her! Fuck the bitch hard, man! Go! Go! Go! Fuck the whore_! Beneath him she was gasping and moaning and crying out, saying _Fuck me! Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh god yes! Fuck me!_ 

I saw her rearing up then falling forward and her hands flailing in a frenzy at the sofa armrest before her and I saw her screaming as she orgasmed and then seconds later the guy flung his head back and cried out and pulled out of her and dragged her trembling body to her knees and pushed his cock into her mouth and then he came and came and came, his hot white sticky cum spurting into her face and down her throat and settling all over her breasts and face, his seed mingling with the others'.

Madhu moaned softly and turned slowly onto her back on the floor. A slow, lascivious smile creased her features. She ran her fingers dreamily through the gobs of gunk spattered over her body. It was all over -- between her legs, between her breasts, on her breasts, her face, her belly, her thighs, her buttocks, everywhere. She licked a fingertip sexily.

"Mm, god, that was some good fucking, boys!" she giggled. "My cunt's really sore! And so's my ass! You guys really know how to fuck! I just loved your big cocks!"

The men laughed. One of them jerked his thumb towards me. "Your wimp's here, bitch. He's been watching."

"Hope he learned something!" another cackled.

"Doubt it. He doesn't have the equipment! Maybe we should have just creamed in his face!"

They laughed and Madhu smiled and I felt a rush of excitement. 

"Come here, you," she said beckoning to me. "You know what to do!"

I did indeed. And I did it. It was the first time I'd done it in front of a bull before and it felt very, very sexy. I went to her and began cleaning her with my tongue, slowly lapping all the accumulated gunk and jizz of the other men off her body. The men were silent for a moment and then I heard them chuckling and then jeering and taunting me but I didn't care. It tasted wonderful and it was even better off Madhu's sweet, smooth, sexy body. In no time at all I had her whimpering softly, writhing in pleasure as I worked my way around her body from head to toe, reserving her cunt for the last. I rimmed her ass, sweeping up the gunk there and then finally moved to her cunt. It was flooded with their jizz and it took a while for me to get it all and, by then, she was in deep rut again, groaning and whimpering in pleasure. 

She pushed me away and got to her feet and beckoned to her new lovers. 

"Come on guys. I'll fix you something to eat," she said and, naked, led them to the kitchen. "There's beers in the fridge," I heard her say.

Suddenly I felt lost and very, very lonely. 

~~~~~ E N D ~~~~~

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A Night to Remember



You turned to Jack as you stood on the front porch of the beach cottage, and looked up at him, your heart pounding with a pagan rhythm. Oh, man was he perfect, too. Thick black hair. Slight evening stubble shading his strong jaw line. Eminently kissable lips and liquid dark brown eyes that had been sending messages to you all night. 

"I want to fuck you," they had said, and you knew your eyes must have been sending back the same message.

Jack held out his hand for the keys. With a soft, surrendering sigh, you handed them over. You watched as he inserted them in the lock with none of the shakiness you could feel in your own hands. A thrill of anticipation shot straight down to your pelvic bone as you stepped in, turned around, and waited for Jack to come in.

He entered the house, looking around as if memorizing the layout. He smiled, and held out his arms. You stepped forward, and his arms, strong and warm, wrapped around you.

"Don't be nervous. I'll stop if you say the word. This is about pleasure, for you and for me. We won't do anything you don't want to. Although you might find that you like a whole lot more than you realized." 

You snuggled against Jack's chest for a moment, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Then you tipped your head back, glossy hair cascading down your back, and admitted to Jack, "It's been a year since I, well..." your voice died away. His left eyebrow arched slightly, and his arms clenched tighter for an instant. He bent his head closer to your left ear, nuzzled his nose against your earlobe, and gently licked your neck. That was so wonderful; you thought in ecstasy, how had he known that you were so sensitive there! Then his mouth moved up to the shell of your ear, and while shivers still rippled through you, breathed into your ear, 

"Does that mean that your pussy is going to be really tight around my cock?" 

The words shot straight down to your pelvis, and on a shocked gasp, your hips involuntarily wiggled against him. Without waiting for any other answer, Jack again breathed into your ear, "Oh good, I love tight hot pussies. You won't be so tight when I'm done with you, though," he promised.

While you tried to recover without melting into a puddle on the floor, he suddenly swept you up into his arms. "Which door is your bedroom?"

You closed your eyes for a moment. This was it, the crucial moment. They were apparently going to get right to it. Your thighs rubbed against each other at the thought that he would soon find out just how tight your pussy was. And how wet!

"First door on the right," you half-whispered, then cleared your throat. "You can put me down, you know. My legs may feel like jelly, but I'm sure I can walk."

Jack dipped his head down and brushed a kiss against the end of your nose, but continued holding you until he reached your bedroom. He set you down, holding you steady with one hand while the other opened the door and steered you in. He turned around, closed the door, and then backed you up against the door. Both hands speared into your hair, holding your startled face up to his. His voracious mouth came down on yours; devouring your lips, tongue immediately thrusting into your mouth. His full weight settled against you as you leaned back into the door, completely caught up in the heat and desire in his mouth.

His pelvis thrust into yours, the hard bulge of his cock pressing into your aroused delta. The ache in your pelvis became more focused on the spot between your thighs, as he bent slightly to get a better angle and fit himself into your heated crotch. His hips began a thrusting rhythm, keeping pace with his tongue in your mouth. You became aware that you were making moaning, whimpering noises. Never had you been turned on so quickly!

Jack released one of his hands from your hair and slid it down to your ass, squeezing one cheek in rhythm with his thrusting hips.

"Ohhhhh, OHHhhhhhhhhhh," You whimpered. His hand pulled your ass cheeks slightly apart, and the feeling was sharply erotic. His other hand slid down your back and also cupped your ass. Both hands began massaging the cheeks, rotating them in opposite directions, as his cock nestled even deeper between your thighs. It felt as though he was trying to get inside you, through your clothes. At the same time, his massaging hands made you feel so open, exposed even though you were still fully clothed. You'd never considered your ass as an erotic zone before, but you just wanted to melt right into his hands. Then one of those hands slid further down your thigh, and slid underneath your dress.

You gasped with an erotic thrill as you felt his hand on your thigh through your silky stocking. His fingers burned and left tingles behind wherever they touched. His hand slid up, past the top of your thigh-high stockings, and around to the junction of your firm ass cheeks and upper thighs, then higher over your buttocks. Jack slid his palm over the material of your silk panties, wedged between your tight buttocks. His hand followed the seam of your crotch down to your pussy. As his fingers brushed against the wet gusset of your silk panties, the pleasurable sensation almost brought tears of joy to your eyes. They both gasped this time.

"Jesus, you're drenched! I can't wait to feel your wet pussy around my cock," Jack moaned. Pressed against his chest still, you could feel the thundering of his heart. Then his fingers began edging under the panties, and all thoughts blew right out of your mind.

You almost came from that initial touch on your bare skin. The gentle tugging motion on your pussy hair as Jack moved the panties aside sent more liquid sliding down to add to the already plentiful cream. Jack's finger slid into your wetness. He rested the entire length of his finger along your channel and pressed upwards slightly. You cried out sharply, head falling back against the door, legs refusing to support her for a moment. You felt the muscular cords in Jack's arms stand out as he supported your full weight for a moment. He shifted them to a slightly different position, beginning to rub his finger back and forth in the channel between your cunt lips as he supported more of your weight against his outthrust hips. He lifted his head once more from your mouth and watched your face as the tip of his long finger bumped up against the kernel of your clit, and wiggled slightly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my God! Ohhhh, Ohhhh," you chanted breathlessly. "Oh, that feels so good," your voice trailed into a moan as Jack applied more pressure to her clitoris, sliding his finger forward to cover it completely and then pressing upwards hard. You jerked, and moaned again. His fingers were quickly drenched. Jack withdrew his hand from under your skirt as you whimpered its loss.

He held his hand up between you, and in the dim light of the bedside lamp you both saw how it glistened with your moisture. Lifting his finger up to his nose, he smelled your juices. You blushed with shock and arousal, feeling a rush of pleasure through your cunt at the lewd action. Then your mouth dropped open when he inserted his finger into his mouth, and began sucking all the juices off. As he withdrew it at last from his mouth, he smiled down at you and said, "Delicious." Just that one word, growled in a deep, throaty voice.

Jack stepped back slightly, unsnapped his pants, and pulled the zipper down. The rasping sound sent more shivers up your sensitive back.

"Take off your clothes. Leave the shoes and stockings on. I love a woman who's wearing nothing but stockings and high heels." This new, dominant Jack was so thrilling.

You began fumblingly to unzip your dress, all thumbs after the explosive passion of the last few minutes. Jack also undressed, stripping his shirt off, bending down with pants unzipped to take off his shoes, then pulling his pants down both legs and kicking them away. Meanwhile, you finally got the dress off, and revealed to Jack the matching slip and bra in peach silk and lace. The shadow of black stockings showed through your slip.

"Keep going," he growled his voice husky with his passion. You slid the slip down your hips, kicking it away as Jack had done. Then you reached behind you to unhook the bra. At that moment, while your back was slightly arched and your generous breasts were thrusting forward, Jack reached out with both hands and rubbed rough thumbs against the silk bra over your aching nipples. The sensation shot all the way down to your center, and you arched even more, pushing your breasts into Jack hands. Your nipples immediately erected, and Jack enclosed them between his thumb and forefinger, pinching slightly and then twisting your captive nipples. Your moans were loud in the quiet room. Your breathing had grown deep and hurried with arousal.

Jack slid his underwear down his thighs, bent over slightly, and stepped out of them. When he straightened up and you got a good look at his cock, you gasped again. He was longer and thicker than your ex-husband, his cock quivering slightly against his stomach with each pulse of blood. Jack smiled at the sound and stepped towards you, as you sagged against the door on suddenly weak knees. You looked over Jack's shoulder at the bed, and then back at Jack, quickly. He caught her look.

Jack's teeth flashed whitely in the dim light as he smiled. "Oh, we'll get to the bed. Eventually. But this first time, we are going to fuck right here, standing up against the door. I can brace you against the door for a really deep fuck; you'll feel me right at the entrance to your womb. Before you get my cock, though, I'd like another taste of that sweet pussy."

The tone, as much as the words, sent sharp shafts of desire that were almost painful deep into the deepest recesses of your femininity. You felt as though you could come right now just from his voice. Had he commanded it, you would have melted into an orgasmic heap on the floor. Man, you were ripe as a peach. How could you possibly have stayed celibate so long? Oh yeah, because no one had made you wet with just a look until you met Jack, that was why.

Jack knelt in front of you, positioning himself for a long, hot, wet session. He used his hands to position your pelvis, massaging your ass cheeks in slow circles. Then he leaned forward, bracing himself with his hands on your ass, and then...just...smelled you...for a few seconds.

A few deep breaths, then..."MMMMmmmm. I love the smell of hot, fresh honey," he said in an almost teasing moan.

You thought about dying with embarrassment, for about 5 seconds. This man was so uninhibited compared to any guy you had ever dated! But it really turned you on, the way that Jack told you what he would do to you, and how it made him feel. You never would have believed that this kind of conversation could turn you on so much. 

These and all other thoughts were driven out of your mind when Jack leaned forward, pulled your thighs open and took a long lick up the juncture of your pussy. You groaned then whimpered, and generally made a lot of noise at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Then, when you quieted down a bit, he did it again, slower, more deeply, pressing his tongue into the slit to scoop up your cream.

"Mmm, darling, you taste soooo good. Gotta have more of that sweet girlcream." And he went back to licking you. You were, by this point, panting. Only his hands spreading you open held you up, as your legs had long since lost all strength. Jack was completely engrossed in the wet heat between your thighs, feasting on your arousal.

Then he added a new twist to the sexual torment. Stiffening the support of one hand, he moved the other between your thighs, using two fingers to hold the lips of your tightly closed cunt open. A rush of heat and openness swept over you as you felt the lips parting. Your exquisitely sensitive clitoris was exposed, and Jack immediately took it into his mouth, suckling it, slipping his tongue around it like a piece of candy he could melt in his mouth. Two fingers from the hand holding your labia open dipped inside, then slid slowly, deeply into your pussy, stopping only when they reached his palm. Jack then turned and twisted the fingers, wriggling them inside you to create more room in your tightly clasping sheath. He experimented a little, pushing open his fingers, trying to widen you. You didn't know exactly what he was doing inside you, but you knew you were going to orgasm quickly if he kept on doing it. Jack recognized the signs, and not wanting you to cum too soon, eased his fingers out and rubbed them gently up and down the groove of your slit for a moment. He stopped sucking on your clit, instead blowing on it softly. Your breathing slowly evened out, although you stayed on the edge, waiting for that one touch to push you over into orgasm. Your empty sheath fluttered and dripped juices. 

After a few seconds, Jack began licking up the juices, which had trickled out onto your inner thighs. Then he edged his tongue back into your slit, licking from just below your clit as far back as he could reach in this position. His hands were again holding your ass cheeks open. You were learning! Learning to love the feeling of erotic vulnerability when he held you open.

Finally, finally, Jack took your clitoris gently into his mouth, biting down very, very softly and then suckling it. Almost before you realized his hand had moved, fingers slid back inside you. This time he used three fingers, and you were so wet, they slid in just as smoothly as two. You and Jack both heard the liquid sounds of your flesh opening to receive his deep caress.

Jack whispered, "I love that slippery sound of wet cunt. I always spurt a little jizz when I hear that sound, knowing my lady is turned on enough to be so juicy. You like it; too, I can tell by the way your cunt tightened around my fingers. You just drenched my fingers. Let's spread you open a little more, so I can taste some more honey." 

He spread his fingers in that impossibly cramped space, listening to your moans and whimpers of pleasure. Then Jack began to lick and suck the cream out of you, licking his fingers inside of your cunt, licking the juice that trickled down his wrist. Finally, when he sensed you were absolutely on the edge of a giant orgasm, he stopped everything, pulled back, and just held your thighs open. He gazed hotly into your pussy, watching the way the pink folds fluttered opened and closed, looking for something to fill the void his fingers had left behind. 

"Oh please, don't stop, don't stop. I can't stand it, you're killing me," you moaned softly.

"I'm not stopping, honey, just moving us to a new level." Jack stood up and steadied you against the door, stretching slightly to relieve knees made stiff by kneeling for so long. He quickly slid his tongue across and then into your lips, suckling your tongue for a moment.

You realized the tangy scent and taste on his tongue was YOU! Your pussy cream! You had never tasted yourself before. If Jack could drink from you, though, the least you could do was kiss him back. Once you got over the initial shock, you decided it wasn't too bad. A little salty. You wondered if he tasted the same...

Then you glanced down at his cock as he pulled your hips slightly away from the door, angling you for penetration. He caught the look, and as he had already done several times that night, answered you thoughts. "We'll fit. You're going to be deliciously tight, I know. But we'll fit. Eventually."

The promise of relentless patience sent a further gush of pussy juice sliding down your cunt. By this point, you had been so wet for so long that your juices had wet the inside of your thighs, lubricating and making your thighs slip wetly against each other. The decadent feeling added to your sense of complete sexual abandon.

You felt the first brush of Jack's hard, hot cock against your pussy hairs. At some point he had put on a condom. Thank God! After a year of celibacy, you were not on the pill. And you were so hot and horny; you wouldn't have had the will power to stop him just now. You just wanted that hard, thick cock filling the emptiness inside you! 

He slid his sheathed cock through the crease between your thighs, pushing insistently against you. Both hands were again grasping your ass cheeks, holding them apart, and opening you to provide better access to his seeking cock. His cock found the mouth to your pussy. He began the long slide inwards. Jack tensed his thigh muscles in preparation for that first push into your cunt. Then he thrust upwards, imbedding the first two inches of his throbbing cock into your pussy. 

Your cry was a small scream. Jack bent his head and captured your mouth, thrusting his tongue almost down your throat as he pushed in another inch. You welcomed the carnal kisses, which mimicked the movements he'd soon be making with his cock. As Jack rotated his hips slightly, his cock pushed once again upwards. Another inch. Several more to go! Jack let his head fall back for a moment, as he tried to get his breathing under control. Your tight, hot pussy was clenching and rippling around the portion of his cock already embedded, and he could feel the heat of your juices bathing the helmeted head of his cock. He knew it would get even hotter the further in he pushed.

Drawing a deep breath, he again bent his head toward your enraptured face. Instead of kissing your mouth, though, he breathed hotly into your ear. He'd already discovered how sensitive you were there. As he had hoped, your cunt first spasmed, then loosened around his cock. He used the momentary loosening to shove another two inches in. Your continuous moans rose to a small shriek. Your cunt clasped tight around him.

"Oh God, oh Jack, that feels so good, ohhhhhh!" you cried out.

His next comment caused your abdomen to clench with a thrilling pain. "I've got more cock for your hot, wet cunt, honey. Are you ready? I'm going all the way in." You panted, momentarily unable to speak. In the next instant, the slick, muscled back tightened under your hands, and he thrust upwards, holding your ass cheeks open wider than ever. You actually screamed, feeling an instant of pain mixed with pleasure. Your internal muscles stretched, struggling to accommodate his bulk. Your hands slid down to his hips, whether to push him away or pull him closer, you didn't know. It didn't matter, anyway. He was in control of this. He angled you for better and deeper penetration, touching spots inside you that made you see stars. Jack began slowly withdrawing the length of his cock, until all but the head remained inside you, then thrusting it slowly back in, to his balls. One of his hands slid up from your ass cheeks and supported your back. The other hand angled your head for his voracious kisses.

Jack held you against the door. The wood felt smooth and cold against your naked back, his large hand warm in the small of your back as he supported you and pulled you closer. You moaned as he lifted your leg up around his waist. It pushed his cock to a different angle inside your pussy, and you almost came right then and there. Your head fell back against the door, your throat exposed to his hungry gaze. Jack bent forward, keeping a steady thrusting rhythm into your wet, tight cunt, and licked his way from the sensitive base of your throat, up to the underside of your jaw. His hot tongue slid around to your left ear, to the sensitive spot under your earlobe. His lips fastened on that small section of skin and began suckling. The sensation shot straight down to your groin muscles, an exquisite shaft of agony.

Jack pushed into you at that exact instant. "I can feel your cunt tightening around me. You like that, don't you? How about this?" His hot breath whispered the words into your left ear. Chills chased their way up your back, up your neck. You were so close to orgasm, and his words almost triggered it. You gasped as Jack canted his hips slightly, again changing the angle of his penetration.




A Night to Remember



"Oh God!" you moaned. "I'm so close, oh God!"

You felt his lips smile against your neck, then the delicate touch of his teeth on your earlobe, then not so delicate, increasing the pressure, nipping you, worrying the small bit of flesh. He soothed the small sting with his tongue. "Go ahead, come," he told you. "We've got all night. I intend to be inside you when the sun comes up." Then he formed a seal between his mouth and the delicate shell of your ear. The roaring of your blood through your veins drowned out all other noise. Jack lightly breathed in and out. His free hand reached between your sweating bodies and slid down into your delta. He spread his hand, pushed it into the dip just above your pelvic bone. Jack withdrew almost the entire length of his cock, positioned his fingers so that his spread hand spanned between your hipbones, the tips of his long middle finger centered over your clitoris. Suddenly, he shoved his cock all the way inside you, while pushing in with the hand in front and pulling you closer with the hand at her back. Your clitoris pressed directly into his cock on the inward glide, skin and delicate nerves rubbing together. You screamed and came suddenly, unexpectedly, muscles clamped tight around his cock, back arched, face taut as the spasms swept through you again and again. Slowly, slowly, you drifted back to earth. Your legs felt so weak and limp. Then you became aware that Jack was still hard inside you.

"You...you didn't come?" You barely recognized your own voice; it was so breathy, almost kittenish.

"No, it was more fun to watch you come. To feel you come." His deep, smooth voice sent renewed shivers down your spine. He smiled, feeling the dwindling spasms as your sheath rippled around his aching cock. "I told you, we have all night. We're just getting started."

"Oh God, you don't really intend to go all night?" You didn't know whether to be horrified or aroused. Or both. One orgasm, and you were already worn out, slightly achy from the unaccustomed activity. You didn't know how much more sensation you could handle.

Jack lifted both of your legs securely around his waist, muscles bulging in his well-defined arms as he held you securely and stepped away from the door. The movement caused his deeply embedded cock to push against a different part of your sheath. You gasped, and immediately felt a pre-orgasmic ripple in your cunt.

"Wha...? What are you doing?" you gasped. Jack continued moving, walking towards the bed a few feet away. His cock shifted in you with each step. You could barely concentrate on his response as your tender, sensitive cunt spasmed repeatedly around the thick cock inside you.

"I'm going to get into something more comfortable," he winked at you. Keeping their bodies connected, Jack slowly lowered you to the edge of the bed. Then he lifted both of your legs and placed them further up his hips, almost around his back, as he leaned into the "V" of your pelvis.

"I'm just going to get more comfortable," he repeated. Then he lifted his upper body on both arms, rising above your limp form, and began small thrusting movements with his hips. You threw your head back and looked up blindly at the ceiling, sinking immediately back into an erotic daze.

This time, Jack was driving you both towards orgasm. He pressed inside you in short thrusts, twisting his hips in small circles to create thrilling pressure against the walls of your sheath. His eyes were focused intently on your face, watching the expressions as you climbed back up the orgasmic hill. Within seconds, you were moaning and panting, your voice rising as you approached the peak. Jack pulled his cock all the way out, and watched your eyes pop open. "No! Put it back! You can't stop now!" Jack waited another moment, letting the tension build between them, and then he thrust all the way forward, until the hair at his groin mingled with yours. You moved your hips, thrusting your hips upwards as he reached the bottom of your cunt, pulling your hips back as he withdrew. His cock was throbbing with hot blood, ready to spill his own juices. Pre-cum slicked the inside of the condom. 

You experimented by clenching your pussy around his cock. Jack inhaled sharply at the sudden pressure. It felt as though a fist had tightened around him! You could feel every vein on the surface of his cock. The friction against the walls of your cunt drove him mad.

Then Jack took charge, as was his nature. He used the hands under your ass to tilt your pelvis upwards, and began thrusting directly against the front of your sheath. On one of his thrusts, he found your g-spot. You felt an extremely sharp pang of pleasure, paired with the need to urinate, and made a small noise of protest. Jack's face was contorted with the effort of holding back, he head thrown back and eyes closed as he concentrated, but when you protested the initial discomfort, he opened his eyes.

"Baby, oh, Jesus, uhn, you feel so tight around me. Oh, honey, don't worry, just relax. That's your g-spot, and you are going to have the biggest cum of your life. Ahhhh!" his head went back, eyes closed, tendons straining in his throat as he held on a few more seconds, working his cock against that tender spot inside your pussy. You no longer felt the need to urinate. Instead, you had a specific and urgent need to come. It was a sharp, immediate pleasure that froze the voice in your throat. You threw your head back, your entire body convulsed soundlessly, and your pussy began milking the tip of Jack's cock.

The spasms of your climax went on and on. Finally, after almost a minute, your body relaxed boneless on the bed, although your pussy continued to ripple around Jack's cock. You slowly opened your eyes. Your eyelids felt as though they weighed a ton, but you had to see what Jack was doing.

He was poised above you, waiting for your eyes to open. His face was red, a small pulse beating in his temple. But his eyes held hers intently.

"That was amazing. Watching you come, feeling it, hearing it, smelling it. Jesus, honey, you are one hot lady. Now, I want you to watch me." He began moving, slowly gathering speed until he was almost punching in and out of your sheath.

"Watch me," he panted. "I want you to see how much I love this, how good your tight pussy feels, how...hot...I...ahhhh!" he at last broke eye contact, as his head snapped back and he held himself still, embedded deeply in your cunt, jetting his cum into the condom. His orgasm, too, went on and on. Finally, he collapsed onto you, managing to hold some of his weight off you with his arms. You relished his weight lying on your chest and hips, feeling more sated and tired than you could ever remember feeling in your life. You could feel yourself drifting into an exhausted sleep, and cuddled into his arms.

Jack had other ideas. It would take at least two more rounds before he was ready to stop for a while. His cock, which had stayed half-hard even after such an extravagant orgasm began to stir. His hips moved slightly, experimentally, to test your reaction.

Your first reaction was alarm. Not again! You had just come twice in rapid succession, both hard, draining orgasms. Your pussy was swollen and tender. But hard on the heels of this reaction came arousal. As his cock swelled, it pushed on sensitive nerves, erotically massaging them. Even as you protested, fresh pussy cream was bathing his cock in heat. "Oh, Jack, I can't do this again so soon. I am so tired. And my...my..." you forced the word out, "my pussy is really sore."

"Shhh, shhh, it's ok. I know you aren't used to so much sex, honey. But it's your fault I'm so hot and horny." He kissed her mouth, the tip of her nose, and each eyelid. "That tight pussy of yours is sucking on my cock so good, baby. I'll be gentle, honey. Trust me." He pushed slowly forward, using the gentle movement to show you that he could be trusted. Then he removed his cock and took off the used condom. His fingers took the place of his cock, gently massaging the sore tissues at the entrance to your pussy, sliding easily up and down your slit. Fresh juice oozed out to meet his fingers.

"Honey love, do you have another condom for us to use?" He briefly slid one finger deeply inside your pussy, twisting it slightly, and your eyes fluttered closed to concentrate on the delicious sensation.

"Top drawer, nightstand." you gasped out, moaning as his finger slid out of you to tear open the package and resheath his cock. Then he spread open your pussy with the index finger and middle finger from each hand, holding you open for a moment as he looked down at the entrance, pulsing and gleaming with moisture.

"That is such a beautiful pussy," he whispered reverently. "Honey, we are just getting started. I'm going to fuck this sweet pussy until neither one of us can move." And he slid back into you in one long, slow, inexorable slide. Your eyes drifted closed, a smile formed on your face. You might be unable to walk for a week, but who cared? Some pleasures were worth paying for.

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A Night To Remember



I swung my overnight bag on to my other shoulder as I walked and I wondered at Cindy's message. She's told me to come for the night, not to invite any of our friends, and to be prepared for a night worth remembering. I didn't know what to expect but I did know her parents were gone for the week and we would have the house to ourselves. I had packed my new nail polish and my big curlers.

Cindy met me at the door. Her eyes were shining with excitement, or was it something else? She dragged me into the living room and settled me in an easy chair. I noticed it had been moved out away from the corner where it usually sat.

"Brenda, remember that ugly piece-of-crap ring my aunt left me?" She held up her hand to show me the ring.

"Yeah, you said you wouldn't be caught dead wearing it."

"Man, I was so wrong." She grinned, "You should see... No, let me start at the beginning. You remember when you wanted Todd to ask you out? You remember how you felt when he treated you so bad?"

I nodded, still feeling the anger seethe in my tummy.

"And you know how the other jocks have treated us?"

Again I nodded. Cindy is not an ugly girl. Actually she's cute but can't compare to the cheerleaders with there blonde hair and big breasts. Cindy is a brunette with freckles, a wide smile, and nice boobies but not real big. I always thought I was ugly but Cindy tells me I am cute and have bigger breasts than hers. Yet these guys, these JOCKS, couldn't be bothered with us. They were always drooling over the likes of Jennie Lee, the cheer queen, or, the 'queer cheen' as we liked to call her.

"Well, what would you do if you could have all those guys here as your personal slaves?"

I stared at her. "What!?" I understood the words but they didn't make any sense. "What do you mean?"

"I'll show you." She picked up a little bell and rang it.

I heard someone in the hall and turned to look. Filing into the room was most of the football team led by Todd. I gasped when I realized all they had on for clothing was a little jock strap kind of thong that hid their privates. They lined up in the middle of the room in front of us and stood silently, hands behind their backs looking at us with hunger in their eyes.

"Cindy! What is this?"

"Remember that ring? I wore it for fun a few days ago and realized that I could get whatever I wanted while wearing it. I went into Jenny Jeans and picked up some new jeans and the salesman said I didn't have to pay, I could have them. The same thing happened all over the mall. Later I met Todd here and told him to jump into the fountain. He did! So I decided tonight you and I would have some fun."

"How?"

"These boys are our personal slaves for the night. We can tell them to do anything and they have to do it. Watch. Bill, rub my feet."

Bill immediately knelt at her feet and began to massage them. "Tommy, be a dear and bring me some of those grapes." Tommy left the room. Cindy grinned at me. "Just let your imagination run wild, Brendy, it's your night to live. You can do anything and I will tell them to forget about it in the morning."

I leaned back, shocked and excited. I looked at Todd standing there in his little thong. He was a good looking boy, well built with muscles on top of muscles. I grinned. This would be fun.

"Todd, rub my feet"

He knelt on the floor and began to massage my feet. I watched him work and then said, "Ralph, my shoulders need some work. Ralph stepped around to the head of the chair and began to knead my shoulders. It was heavenly. I winked at Cindy chewing on her grapes as Tommy fed them to her one by one.

"Brendy, how about we get into our bikinis and get some sun?"

"Great idea."

We slipped into her bedroom to change and then headed for the pool. I noticed her bikini was new and very skimpy. I could see pussy hairs around the edges of the bottom.

"You're gonna have to trim your pussy for that suit."

She looked down. "Hmm, you're right." She did some tucking and managed to make it better. "Maybe I'll get the boys to do it for me." She grinned at the thought.

Cindy's pool isn't all that large but it is secluded. I know that she and her mother lie out there topless sometimes. We relaxed on the loungers with the boys gathered around us. Tommy still carried the grapes. Cindy lay back and reached out to stroke the biceps of the boy nearest her, Ralph. She moved her hand to his chest playing with his nipples.

"Cindy, how do you know they will not remember any of this?"

"I experimented on Tommy," she said with a smile. "I made him kiss me in school last Tuesday and told him to forget that he'd done it. It was a good, long, romantic kiss. I made sure one of his buddies saw us. Later on I heard them kidding him about kissing me and he denied it ever happened. He even got into a fight to "prove" it. See his bruises?"

I was amazed by all she'd told me but the thought of having these guys around to wait on my every wish was pretty thrilling. Cindy and I are not "popular" in high school. We aren't allowed into the cliques that these guys circulate in. They wouldn't even give us the time of day while walking down the halls. I reached up to run my hand over George's chest. It was smooth with a little hair around the nipples. I felt my way down to those wonderful abs. His skin was smooth as silk and the muscles underneath were heaven to touch.

"Bill," Cindy said, "why don't you rub some lotion on to Brendy's back. Ralph, you can do mine." She rolled over showing her ass to the three boys grouped around her. I rolled over too. Shortly a strong pair of hands was massaging away my worries. I looked up at the other two standing there. "Todd, you can help him. Why don't you start on my legs?"

Cindy laughed delightedly. "Now you're getting into the spirit of the thing, sister." George continued to stand by my head. I turned to look at him and realized I was looking right at his little jock strap. I could just see the outline of his cock in there and my curiosity was aroused. I turned to look at Cindy only to find she was working out the same thing in her head. She looked at me as if to ask what I thought and then made up her mind. She rolled over, shaking off the hands rubbing lotion into her skin.

"Boys!" she said, clapping her hands. "You are over dressed. Get rid of those thongs."

Without a word or any hesitation they stripped off the thongs and threw them aside. Now I was looking at real cocks, the first I'd ever seen with the exception of my brother and that was by accident. They all seemed to be of different lengths. Poor George was the shortest but Bill's was huge. The others fell somewhere in between. Todd looked to be about six inches long. 

"OK boys," Cindy said, "Back to work!" She lay down on her belly and Ralph and George began to work on her back. I lay down too and Todd and Bill's hands began to work on me. I could feel that I was getting aroused. I was getting wet down in my panties and my thoughts were turning more and more to Tommy's cock hanging near my head. I reached out and touched it very gently. It was warm and soft. I gripped it with my hand and felt it begin to grow. I looked at Cindy and saw that she was enjoying her own experiment with Johnny's eight inch cock. I felt around the balls that hung below the long shaft. They were like walnuts in a silk sack. This was fun.

Bill was having trouble stroking my back past my bra strap so I reached up and untied it to get it out of the way. I lay back down and looked over at Cindy. "This is so good," I grinned at her. "I've never felt like this before."

She raised her head and winked at me. She rolled over and in one motion stripped off her bikini top. She lay there, surrounded by naked men and topless! She handed the lotion to Ralph. "Ralph, you will massage my left breast. George, you can do my right one." Four hands reached down and began to massage her boobs. She moaned with pleasure. Ralph had been standing at her shoulder. As he leaned forward to work her boob his cock rubbed against her. She turned her head and then did something that made me gasp. She put it in her mouth. She slowly sucked on it while he massaged her breast.

"Cindy! What are you doing?"

"You know, Brendy," she said, while holding the stiffening rod in her hand, "I've always heard about sucking cocks and now I am going to try it."

She turned back to Ralph's cock and continued to suck it. She seemed to know what she was doing. I watched her head move on his cock. "How do you know what to do?"

She stopped sucking long enough to say, "Videos." And then turned back to the dick that pointed at her face. She sucked it back into her mouth and slowly worked it in and out. 

I was startled to realize I was holding Tommy's cock and moving it in and out of my hand. It was now hard as steel though it was still warm and smooth. I pumped it faster and watched Tommy's face grow redder and his breath grew short. Suddenly there was a pale liquid squirting out of the end of it. It splashed on my face and shoulder. It was hot on my breast and I realized I had rolled up to play with his cock and that the boys could now see my titties.

Over in the other chair Cindy was having fun licking and sucking Ralph's cock. I could hear her groaning. I saw Ralph tense up and almost shouted a warning to her but then he was cumming and filling her mouth with his cream. She must have tried to swallow but she gagged and coughed and he finished cumming on her face and breasts. She was a sight, with stuff dripping off her nose and streaking her cheeks. She looked at me and laughed. 

"You look a sight." She said. "You've got stuff all over you."

"You too!" I laughed, "But you even swallowed some of it."

"Yeah, but it wasn't bad. It's a little salty. Try it."

I licked some off my finger. She was right. It wasn't bad. I looked up at Tommy and licked his cock. He groaned. I sucked it into my mouth though it was softening. It felt good to have it there, warm and soft, lying on my tongue. I pulled away with a little pop. "We need to get cleaned up." I said.

"Well, let's go for a swim and then go on inside." She got up from the lounge without bothering to put her top back on. "Come on Johnny, let's get wet." She jumped into the pool and he dove in beside her. I lowered myself in and called back to Todd. "Come on in."

All the boys' cocks were hard by now. Obviously whatever spell she was using it didn't stop their libido. As Todd walked to the pool's edge I could see his hard on waving with every step. I giggled at the sight.

He dove in and swam over to me. "Hold me." I said. He put his strong arms around me and pulled me into a hug. I kissed him and he kissed me back. Cindy was making out with Johnny next to us. Todd's hand slid up my side and cupped my breast. I broke away and swam to the other end of the pool. I climbed out and started to look for a towel.

Cindy laughed. "You don't need to do anything. Just tell one of the guys to get it for you."

I laughed too. "Bill, Tommy, bring me a towel." They obediently each brought a towel. "Dry me." Soon the warm towel was vigorously rubbing all over my body. One hand, I'm not sure whose, rubbed over my pussy lips and sent an electric shock though me. I stopped them. "Swim" I ordered and they each jumped into the pool and began to swim laps.

I settled, topless on a lounge and watched their magnificent bodies at work. They were truly fine looking boys. Finally I ordered them out of the pool and told them to dry off. Cindy came out of the pool and we went into the house. We headed for the living room and sent two of the boys off to get dinner from the refrigerator. Cindy explained she had had it delivered earlier. 

We got to the living room and were about to sit when we realized we were still wearing our wet bikini bottoms. Without a thought Cindy stripped hers off. I hesitated but then stripped off mine too.

"Ralph," Cindy said, in a lazy voice. "It's time for a little payback." She spread her legs. "Eat me."

Ralph obediently got down on all fours and began to lap her pussy. I could see her shudder with pleasure and she groaned aloud. "Oh, Brendy, you have to try this."

It seemed like a big step for me but she seemed to be enjoying it more than anything else I'd seen her do. I leaned back spread my legs and said, "Todd, eat me."

I'll never forget the first touch of his tongue on my pussy lips. His fingers traced my slit and his tongue probed under my clit. I was absolutely on fire with desire. I looked up at Bill with glazed eyes and told him to massage my breasts. He began with my nipples and soon his hands were softly following the contours of my boobies. I said, "Use your tongue." And he began to tongue my nipples. On the other easy chair Cindy was in the throes of a massive orgasm. I wasn't far behind her. I could feel it burning up through me. I think I was screaming. Pleasure rippled through my body and I felt a total release. I was panting when I told Todd and Bill to back off.

By then George and Tommy were back with the food. Cindy and I laid back and let the men feed us. They weren't very good at it. They kept dropping food. Cindy would make them lick it up from wherever it dropped. Watching them lick it up off the floor was all right but when they dropped some on my breast I let them lick even after the food was cleaned off my skin.

We let the boys eat the leftovers while we watched some TV. Then Cindy announced it was time for a bath. She left the room and returned about a half hour later. "The bath is ready," she said. I knew what she meant by then. She'd filled the big Roman style tub in her parent's master bathroom. She looked at me and said, "Pick a boy."

I took Bill and she took George. She sent the others off to the other bathroom to take showers. We climbed up to the second floor and lowered ourselves into the hot water. George and Bill sat on the edges with their feet in the water. We leaned against their legs while we sipped champagne Cindy had found in her father's liquor storage. She handed Bill a bar of soap and stood up. "Wash me." She said and he began to rub the lather all over her. She squealed and squirmed. I could tell she was enjoying it. I turned to George and handed him the soap. She was right. The process of being washed by another person, especially a naked boy, was about as thrilling as being eaten had been. He reached my pussy and I shifted my weight so I could open my legs for him. That same electricity seemed to flow up from my clit. "Yeah," I said, "Keep doing that." I bit my lip. The feeling grew and grew and suddenly I was coming again. I jerked and panted as the bar of soap worked at my pussy lips. I settled back into the water, breathing hard and looked over at Cindy. She was sitting in the water. She'd watched the whole thing. "Didn't I tell you, this was going to be a night to remember?"

She was right. I had expected that she and I would end up in the same bed, maybe a little mutual masturbation before we fell asleep. But this was so much better. "That soap in George's hands is better than your finger any day of the week." "Yeah, I imagine. I know how good it felt for me but you looked as though you were having a lot more fun."

We climbed out of the bath and the boys dried up with the towels. There was a lot of groping and more moaning on our part. The cocks were hard and I was surprised to see George's little cock was now almost seven inches long. He'd gained four inches! I reached down and took it into my hand. It fit nicely there. I could put my fingers around it easily. I pulled at it a few times and he moaned slightly with pleasure.

We headed into Cindy's room then. The others were there, sitting on the edge of her bed. We left Bill and George there and headed into her bathroom for some of our usual post-bath toiletry. Cindy turned to me. "Brendy," she said quite seriously, "I'm going to lose my virginity tonight."

"What?"

"Yep, I'm going to make one of them fuck me." She giggled. "I like the sound of that."

"But Cindy, are you sure you want to do that?"

"Look, Brendy, we've talked about what real sex would be like. I want to know. I want to feel a cock in my pussy and know what that kind of orgasm feels like. Who knows how long the ring will work. This may be my only chance in a long time." She nodded. "I'm going to do it tonight."

We rejoined the boys. "So, who do you have in mind for the deed?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I don't know." She looked them over. "Line up here", she said. The boys obediently lined up in front of her. None were hard now. She and I were wearing our towels and had our hair in towels too. She pulled the towel off her head and shrugged out of her wrap. "Listen, Brendy, will you help me?"

"OK, what do you want me to do?"

"I need to get them all hard to help me decide which one will deflower me. I'll start at this end and you start at that one. Just suck each one until he gets hard enough to help me decide on a candidate."

"Suck them? Like you did with Ralph this afternoon? What if they come in my mouth?"

"Then I'll hate you forever," she said with a smile. "The idea is to get them hard, not make them come."

I agreed reluctantly and pulled off my towels. It was beginning to feel natural to be naked with these boys. I knelt in front of the first one, Tommy, and looked at the cock hanging in front of me. I took it in my hand and leaned in close. I reached out with my tongue and touched it lightly. I licked it and felt it stirring in my hand. I kissed the base and then licked up to the end. Once I got there I pushed forward and his cock entered my mouth very easily. It filled me up but I found I could get him deep into the back of my mouth without choking. I sucked slightly and moved my head to move him in and out. It was really nice. I liked this. Then I heard Cindy.

"If you make him come I can't use him."

I stopped abruptly. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just enjoying myself."

"It's OK, really. There are five more if one of them pops too soon."

I grinned and moved over to the next cock hanging there, Ralph. He was huge, even when soft and his cock got bigger when hard. I'd noticed that earlier. I took his cock in my hand and began to kiss it. I was licking up the side when I heard Cindy groan, "Oh, no."

"What's the matter?"

"Look," she pointed to Todd at the other end of the line. His cock was drooping a little. "It was harder than that when I began working on Johnny. We have to figure out how to get them hard and keep them that way."

"Well," I said, "If you suck one and work two more with your hands you should be able to keep them hard. I'll do the same and then you can compare."

I began to suck on Ralph but reached over with my hand to pull on Tommy's cock. He was still pretty hard. Then I got Ralph to move over and I began to suck George while working Tommy and Todd with my hands. It was odd to try to concentrate on all those cocks. But George was a good one to suck. His was smaller in diameter and fit well into my mouth. It was fun to feel him pumping in and out of my mouth. My pussy was reacting to the sensations too. I could feel that I was getting wet. I looked at Cindy and pulled George out of my mouth. "I think this is as good as you are gonna get."

She agreed and sat back to look at all the hard flesh around her. "I think Ralph and Johnny are too big for a first fuck. That leaves Todd and Tommy and Bill." I noticed she didn't consider George. "If you don't mind, Brendy, I think I'd like to have a go with Todd."

"Why would I mind? I got over him back when he laughed at me. You are welcome to him." I knee-walked over to him. "I'll help get him ready for you." I took his cock in my hand. "Johnny, why don't you eat her for a while."

I began to suck on Todd, pulling him into my mouth and then sliding him out. He was pretty hard and I knew I had to be careful or I would get a mouthful. I stopped and watched Cindy breathing hard with Johnny's face in her pussy.




A Night To Remember



"Ready?" I asked.

She nodded. I pulled Johnny away from her and told Todd to lie down. "I've heard it's best if you are on top. Then you can control the amount of insertion. She straddled Todd and eased herself back. I took his cock and aimed it at her pussy. She leaned back and I watched, fascinated, as it slowly entered her body. She rocked a little, moving it in and out, slowly working it deeper. She was gasping now. "Are you all right?" I asked, worried. She nodded. "It feels great but it hurts a little too." 

She was pushing now, sliding him deeper and deeper into her. Finally with a grunt she settled down all the way on to his tool. I stared at how his cock disappeared into her body. She lifted slightly and settled again.

"Does it hurt?" I asked?

"Not really, it just feels good, good and strange at the same time." She smiled, a lazy lustful smile. "Actually it feels real good." She moved then, rocking her hips and grinding herself onto Todd's groin. She kept rocking her hips writhing in pleasure and driving Todd's cock deeper into herself. She leaned forward then and raised herself and then let herself drop onto the cock that filled her as nothing had ever done before.

"Oh, Brendy, this is great!" she gasped as she moved. Then, suddenly she was coming, uncontrolled and squealing her passion. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on. I noticed Todd pushing too and realized from his groans and panting that he was coming too. I realized that same goo she had swallowed earlier this afternoon was now spraying into her vagina and her womb. She kept on screaming, her passion taking her to new heights. Finally she sagged forward and rested on Todd. She was out of breath and sweating. 

"Oh God, Brendy, that was unbelievable. You have GOT to try it."

She raised herself off of Todd's body and his cock pulled out of her with a small popping sound. It slapped down on his belly and lay there, smeared with his juices, hers, and a little blood. He was breathing hard. The other guys had watched the show and all had hard cocks. I leaned back against the bed and found George's knees there. I ran my hand up to his thigh and on to his cock.

"I don't know, Cindy, it's a big step. I thought I'd hang on to my virginity for a while longer."

"Well, you can do as you like, she said, but that just means all these guys are mine. And I am going to want to do that again once I've had a little rest."

I climbed up on to the bed with George and lay there watching Cindy and playing with his cock.

"Hey, George, have you ever had sex?" I asked. He nodded. I looked at Cindy.

"I told them they could not speak tonight. It's OK George, you can talk to her."

"Yeah," he said, "With Patty Pierson two or three times."

"How is it for guys?"

"Oh man, it's the greatest!"

"Have you ever had your cock sucked?"

"Yeah, Patty did that a couple of times before we started fucking."

"Who is better, her or me?"

"You!"

"That's enough, George, no more talking." Cindy said.

I smiled at him and bent to his cock. I decided he needed to reach his own release. I sucked him into my mouth and began the longest slowest blow job I could give him. He groaned and moaned, twitched and writhed in pleasure. I started to move a little faster and then I heard him give a huge sigh. I felt his cock seem to swell in my mouth and then the come was flooding into me and I was swallowing as fast as I could. I kept moving and he kept spurting into my mouth faster than I could swallow. Finally he stopped and I let him slip out of my mouth. The taste of his cum was in my mouth and it wasn't bad.

"That was nice," I said to Cindy. I don't think she heard me. She was sucking on Bill. I watched for a moment and then told Todd to eat her while she sucked. That was a pretty horny scene.

I reached for the nearest cock and got hold of Johnny. I looked at Ralph and told him to eat me. His tongue on my clit felt heavenly. I was so wet. Then, as he tongued me, I felt a new sensation. He had slipped a finger into me and was fucking me while his tongue worked my clit. I was so aroused I felt the need for something more. I gave my virginity one more thought and then made my decision. I turned to Johnny and pulled him on top of me. I spread my legs and he pushed into my in one rapid movement. There was a pinching tearing feeling and then he was into me. I felt filled completely. Johnny was pushing and pulling, sliding in and out of me My orgasm was building when he groaned and came in a rush. I could feel him spurting into me. I tried to keep him moving but once he came he pulled out and rolled off of me. I grabbed Ralph and pulled him onto and into me. His monster cock felt like it would split me in two but I got it all into me and he began a steady pumping. I was crushed by his body and flooded with Johnny's come and the sensations were so wild and wonderful that I was soon coming and coming. I screamed my orgasm for all to hear. My body shook with the waves of pleasure as they swept through me. Then Ralph was coming too, spraying my womb with his come and shouting in my ear. I felt his come dribbling out of me and down into the cheeks of my ass, tickling as they ran. He stopped and rolled off of me and out of me. He seemed exhausted. I knew I was.

Cindy had Bill kneeling behind her and he pumped in and out and she sucked on Todd again. She looked up long enough to give me a thumbs up gesture and then went back to sucking. Todd came before Bill did, filling her mouth with his come. She managed to swallow it all this time even though she began to come herself as he filled her mouth. Then Bill came, pulling out of her cunt and spraying his jism all over her ass and back. He fell back on to the floor.

I looked around the room. We had just fucked and sucked five boys. Tommy sat there watching with his cock waving in the air. Cindy and I exchanged looks and both headed for him at the same time. She managed to get his cock into her mouth so I contented myself with licking up the side. Then she slid her mouth off the end of the cock and licked down the other side while I took him into my mouth. I was having a good time sucking when I felt someone push into me from behind. I turned to see Johnny pumping into me for all he was worth. It felt so good that I began to come yet again. It made me work Tommy's cock even harder. Then Cindy pushed me away and pushed Tommy back on the bed. She slid him into her pussy as though she'd been fucking all her life. She rode him hard to a screaming orgasm with me watching from about six inches away. Of course, I was a little distracted by my own orgasm as Johnny pumped away at my pussy. Then he stopped and pulled out. I knew he hadn't come yet. Then I felt him pressing forward again but this time his cock wasn't line up with my pussy. He pressed into my ass and I was so shocked I didn't have time to stop him. With a hard push he pressed through my sphincter and began to fuck my ass. It wasn't as much fun as getting my pussy filled but I began to enjoy it and soon I was riding wave after wave of pleasure. Then he came, filling my ass with his cream. We both collapsed with a groan. Cindy was screaming again as Tommy filled her with his juice. We all lay on the floor, fucked and sucked silly.

After a rest Cindy took two of the boys with her into the shower. They came back clean and fresh but it sure seemed to take them a long time. I slipped off to shower by myself but Ralph showed up shortly and began to soap me down. We lathered each other and I found that lathering his cock made him hard yet again. I "dropped" the soap and bent at the waist to pick it up. As I did I felt his cock press into me and I began to feel the buildup to yet another enormous orgasm. Soon he was coming into me again and I was riding my second orgasm. I could barely stand to finish the shower and let Ralph dry me.

In the bedroom I found Cindy lying in bed surrounded by the naked men who had just given us so much pleasure. She was eating grapes from a bowl held by Todd. All cocks in the room were flaccid but you could smell sex in the air.

"I am just exhausted, Brendy. How about you."

"Yeah, I could sleep for a week."

"Why don't you take three of the boys and sleep in the spare room. I'll keep Ralph, George and Johnny with me."

"Well, do you mind if I trade you Todd for George?"

"No problem. I've grown to like Todd's cock."

I wandered off to the spare room followed by the three boys. We settled in as a girl sandwich, me surrounded by the boys. I never slept so well.



A Night to Remember



"I'll be there around 1ish, ok?" 

Those words were music to my ears. Chelsea and I had been dating for only a few weeks, but those weeks had been the best I'd had in a long time. It had been roughly two years since I had a girl I could call a girlfriend. Sure, there had been women, dates, even a prostitute which I care not to speak of, but not an actual girlfriend. She seemed like she could be the one - the person to tear me out of my relationship-impaired funk, and she was coming over in two hours. 

I spent the next couple of hours tidying the joint. My condo wasn't in the nicest or newest of neighborhoods, but I tried to keep it clean. I can't stand to have a lady over in a dirty neighborhood in a dirty house...it makes me feel like a slum. Chelsea arrived a half hour later than she said, but I didn't mind. I had her and that's all that mattered. 

We relaxed the next hour away in my living room discussing this and that. The rain pelted against my patio door with a soothing noise that could almost heal. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled at one another during the 'tween subject silences. During one of those silences, Chelsea slowly stood up and walked to the sliding glass door guarding my living room from the weather outside. She turned to me and smiled a bit before opening the door and slipping out into the wet world. I rose to join her, stopping at the door, watching as she let the rain pelt her face and sweater. She was beautiful in her own right, though some may not find her attractive. Chelsea was shorter than most, reaching no more than 5'2". She had thin frame, cute freckles and small, perky breasts. I lost myself as I observed the drops of water slide down her face and neck. Chelsea was significantly less conservative as I, so she was surprised to see me join her in the falling rain. I walked slowly to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, allowing the warmth of our bodies shield us from the cold rain. Our eyes met and gazed into each other for an eternity before we kissed slowly, passionately under the dark clouds and afternoon shower. We had kissed in the past, but this one I actually had feeling; had consistency. There are few kisses in life that stay with a person; perhaps your first kiss, perhaps the kiss given at your wedding. This one stayed with me. When our lips finally parted our eyes returned to each other. There was a moment of silence before our giggling broke the intense moment. My mind felt it had been torn from a dozing Monday morning dream, but that didn't matter. I was simply happy to be with her.

After we finished lunch I gave Chelsea the good news. My boss had rented a suite for us at a local resort as a bonus. In two weekends we would be spending the evening together and alone in a beautiful bed in a calm atmosphere without a care in the world able to reach us. I have to admit, Chelsea wasn't as excited as I had hoped she would be, but what can you do? I was simply happy to have the time with her. 

Those two weeks dragged on and on. It was as if I was seven again and Christmas was only a few short weeks away. When the day finally came I was overflowing with anticipation. The reservations at the finest restaurant at the resort were in, the ornaments I purchased for the room were packed and I had the night planned to the T. To my dismay, the room was not ready early as I had hoped. In fact, it wasn't ready for another hour after it should have been. "A minor set-back" I told myself. Those few moments gave me time to walk the grounds, explore a bit and settle my nerves for the night to come. Chelsea and her mother were out shopping and she wouldn't be ready to come by for a while anyway, so it wasn't as if I had much to really rush to.

Once the room was ready I began setting up. The room felt like a small apartment. It had all of the amenities: wet bar, living room, kitchen, master bedroom, master and guest bathrooms, jacuzzi tub and rain-style showerhead in the sauna. In the living room I left a small stuffed bear and dozen roses. On the wet bar off the living room I setup an etched glass wine bucket with a bottle of my favorite dessert wine, Bigaro mosto d'uva. I felt the Jacuzzi tub was my crowning achievement. Six candles lined the rim of the tub with a scented candle in the middle to balance. The room, the mood; everything was perfect. My heart raced when I found out she had arrived. She showed up in a t-shirt and jeans with a small overnight bag. We kissed briefly in greeting and I showed her around our home for the evening. Chelsea seemed a bit nervous when I mentioned the tub, but smiled nonetheless. She and I had never really done much outside of "over the clothes" petting despite our couple month history of dating. Perhaps she was a bit nervous at what the candles alluded to? 

We dressed for dinner and began to head downstairs. To put it briefly, she looked stunning. Her dark, near black hair hung to her shoulders like silken strands with a small flip-like accent on the end. Her large eyes were warm above her ever-present smile. A black dress clung to her small frame and gave ample viewing of her dancer's legs. While I was dressed well, I still felt like a bum next to beauty of this magnitude. After we found the restaurant we realized we were half an hour early for dinner and Chelsea decided she wanted to see the resort. We walked and talked as we killed time waiting for dinner. 

Chelsea was a fun girl and had an almost child-like innocence at times. Outside of the pool area there was a small gazebo and a field which could have been used for parties or wedding receptions during the warmer seasons. As soon as she saw the grass her eyes lit up and she raced to the grass kicking her heels off as she hit green. In front of me I saw a woman transform into a free ten year old cart-wheeling and dancing in an evening dress and adult makeup. Of course, she had that same affect on me again and I kicked my shoes off and joined her. I was winded before her, but we both called it quits at the same time and rested poolside, our feet in the water. Chelsea and I discussed this and that, mostly about how good it felt to loosen up and how beautiful the stars and constellations were. Time caught up with us and dinner was ready.

A bottle of wine and four courses later, we returned to the room. Both of us had relaxed a bit from dinner and the wine had done its job relaxing our minds. Chelsea had taken comfort on the living room couch, shoes off, legs teasing me as they peaked from her dress. I made my space at the wet bar and poured some more wine for the two of us. We drank and giggled and spoke some more. We had never been incredibly flirtatious with each other before, but the wine was definitely helping to break the ice. 

After a half hour of mixed humorous and deep conversation, I adjourned to the master bath. She joined me, but stopped short at the door as I began to fill the tub and light the candles. I coaxed her into the room itself, but she stood stiff as a board.

"What's wrong?" 

"This just seems a little fast to me. I'm not too sure what to do" she replied. I had always seen a lively and confident Chelsea; this was a woman I didn't know. She wasn't a virgin, this much I knew and I couldn't quite understand the nerves. I simply smiled as warm as I could and said, 

"Relax. That's all you need to do."

I offered my hand to her to join me. She wasn't biting. 

"Well, I am going to take a bath; you are more than welcome to join me."

Without removing my eyes from hers, I began removing my clothes. I unbuttoned my shirt slowly. Not to be sensual, but to acclimate her to what was happening. Next, I removed my belt and finally my slacks until I stood, embarrassingly at attention, in front of her in my underwear. I searched her eyes for any hint that she may bolt, but I noticed she had begun to relax a bit. I let down my tented shorts and offered my hand to her again. All she did was nod her head in the negative. With a shrug, I slowly dipped myself into the water. 

"How are you able to do that? " She asked.

"What?" 

"Just...be naked in front of someone. How are you so comfortable with your body. I can't do that."

Again, I offered her the warmest smile I could and told her she was beautiful and had no reason to be ashamed. To this she blushed and I continued,

"Well, I see it this way: I could be ashamed of myself. I could be worried that you think I have a small dick, but if you're that shallow, I don't want you around anyway. I could be worried about the love handles I've got, but then I don't think you would have made it this far if you were that concerned about them. Honestly, I have nothing to hide or be ashamed of. If you think I have something ashamed of, I'm ok with you just leaving." 

The last bit I said with a smile. She caught the humor and laughed, and I could see her body relax. Chelsea turned her back to me and began to remove her dress revealing her flesh colored underwear below. As she turned towards me, she picked up a washcloth from the sink and tossed it my way.

"Cover your eyes, and then maybe I can do this."

I obliged her and relaxed myself in the tub. I could hear her fully undress beside me and start to slip in. Her smooth skin slid against mine as she lay down on top of me. I could smell the faint perfumes in her hair as she rested her head against my shoulder. My arms wrapped around her, careful not to touch anything inappropriate. Finally, her body relaxed against mine and she sighed peacefully. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, I guess it wasn't..."

I smiled and sensed her smile as well. It wasn't long before I began nibbling on her ear and kissing her neck. Our bodies shifted on their sides so we could explore each other further.

"You can take this off now, "she whispered as she removed the washcloth mask from my eyes. I took it all in. Her small, aroused breasts. Her shaved lips. The fire in her eyes. We kissed deeply for moments as our hands searched each other's bodies, as if seeing naked flesh for the first time. Our passionate kisses and touching felt like heaven. After a while, I shifted our bodies once more, this time so that I rest on top of her. My lips explored her neck, her shoulders and her erect nipples. With each sharp nibble came an even sharper gasp from her lips. I rocked my hips to allow my hard shaft tease her slit under the warm water. Testing her, I let the tip touch her entrance and glance off numerous times. There was no resistance, only more sighs and moans. Gently, I entered her, a loud release of air filling the room as she gasped in pleasure. Slowly, sensually we made love in the warmth of candlelight and water. Nothing was rushed; nothing was hard or forced. The water sloshed across my back as we touched and kissed and moved our bodies in rhythm. 

We made love without finishing for several minutes before starting to empty the tub and move to the bedroom. Our wet bodies flopped onto the bed and our petting resumed. Again, I entered her and filled her complete. We continued to make love for some time, bodies chaffing, sweat collecting and emotion intensifying. Her tight warmth wrapped around my stiffness like a glove with a 700 thread-count lining. Nature gave way to passion and soon a familiar feeling tingled inside of me. Our love making completed with my warm seed shooting onto her already wet and sticky stomach. We lay there for a few more moments kissing, enjoying the experience and losing ourselves in each others eyes. 

Chelsea acted first and pushed me off of her playfully.

"Time to clean up. You're messy, you know that?"

I laughed, agreed and followed her to the bathroom. We quickly rinsed and retired to the living room. I poured another glass of wine for each of us and we reflected on the previous hour, both relaxed and slightly lit. Chelsea lay reclined on the couch again, this time instead of a sexy black dress keeping my imagination active it was a house-towel. Modesty was never one of my strong points, I watched her from the bar again, naked as the day I was born. The conversation turned more flirtatious and this time she coaxed me to her. 

I approached her on the couch and as I sat she tore the towel from her.

"Fuck me."

Again, I was shocked. From the ambitious, confident woman who met me at the room earlier, to the shy, scared girl outside the Jacuzzi to the strong, almost vulgar woman now, Chelsea had knocked the proverbial wind from me again. I near jumped on top of her and entered her, this time with a purpose; with force. My cock pried its way between her folds and my pelvis slammed against hers. An audible moan escaped her lips as her wine glass tumbled to the carpet below. Earlier we had made love; there was romance, passion and warmth. There was still passion in our movements, but romance had to place in the act we committed. Chelsea's body rocked and I thrust my throbbing member in and out of her relentlessly. Her hands wrapped themselves around my back and she allowed her nails to dig into my bare skin. As she moaned louder, I moaned competitively with her. Her pussy walls relaxed around my dick and I felt her start to slam her body against me achingly. Shortly thereafter the walls closed in, quickly and tightly and her body shuddered as she nearly screamed in pleasure. I later found she had just had her first orgasm. 

Her muscles relaxed, but I continued to pound, fuck and desperately slam my body against hers until she placed her hands on my chest and asked me to stop as she near asthmatically searched for her breath. I hadn't finished, but that didn't matter; I knew she had and that was enough for me. We pulled apart and panted at opposite ends of the couch. Witty banter ensued as our heart rates slowed her expressing her regret that I had not finished.

"I got mine earlier, I'll be fine." She may have thought I was lying judging by the look in her eyes, but I had actually been seriously. After a pair of bottles of water were emptied we returned to the bedroom and slowly returned to sleep.

Chelsea and my relationship had started awkwardly and ended poorly, but I will always remember that night. That was a night to remember.



A Night to Remember



I saw her move in yesterday and this is the first time I've had to write this all down. I can't believe this happened to me. 

I was by my window watching her pick up boxes and bring them inside her new house. I have to say she has a body which every guy would like to see up close and personal and she's living right next door to me!! 

Now for all the guys out there who want to know what she looks like, I'll tell you since I'm a nice guy and all. She's tall, maybe 5'9" with silky black hair, a beautiful smile, and a stunning body. I would have to compare her to Salma Hayek, minus her Spanish looks. 

Since I'm a nice guy I am going to tell you what she was wearing that first day I saw her but I can't do that yet since you don't know anything about me. I'll make this short, since you guys don't really care about me. I'll begin by saying I'm 18 and a virgin, yes I know that's sad. I'm about 6'5" with brown hair and eyes, and an average body. So I'm really nothing to write home about. 

Okay now I'll tell you what she happened to be wearing yesterday. She had on a bright yellow tank top that accentuated her lovely tits and a jean skirt that skimmed the bottom of her panty line. I just have to tell you that I couldn't take my eyes off her!! I had a boner after watching her for the first five minutes. 

Damn it, I couldn't stay here and watch her move in cause I had to go to school. Man that sucked!!! I wish that I could have stayed there, but school called. Here is where I would bore you all with how my day at school went, but I couldn't do that to you! I do have a juicy tale to tell for another time though. Finally the last bell rang and I bolted out of school. 

When I finally get home and walk in my door, I look next door and I don't see her outside. Just my luck! I go in and say hi to my parents, and then up to my room. I close the door behind me; turn on the radio and my computer. I finish up my homework and go back down stairs to have dinner with my parents. 

By the time I get back up stairs it's about nine at night. The dumb ass that I am didn't leave a light on in my bedroom. Before I turn on my light, I see a glow from my neighbor's window. Who do I happen to see in that window, but my sexy angel from this morning. I sit down in my chair to watch more of her. 

Watching her, I see she's trying to put some order to her bedroom. She's putting up posters of hot guys, a poster of No Doubt, a parking sign that says Browns fan parking only. She does that for close to an hour or so. Then she lets out this big stretching yawn. WOW! She looks even more amazing, her tits look like they want to pop out of her tank top and I see that her navel is pierced. I just think that is so sexy. 

She glances over at my window and seeing no lights she takes off her tank top to reveal a skimpy yellow bra. Next she reaches behind her to unzip her skirt. Oh my god! I can't believe my eyes! My sexy angel is in a yellow bra with a matching thong. I think I could die and go to heaven right now. But god please don't take me just this moment cause' now she is removing her bra. Her tits are amazing and perky. I have to say that they are at least a handful. 

Now she's over by her boxes looking for something. I don't see what it is until she lays down on her bed. It's a fucking dildo! I can't believe my eyes again. Wow, this girl is hot and so sexy. First she brings the dildo to her mouth and kisses it. Then she places kisses on every inch of the fake cock. Next she slowly runs her tongue up and down the dildo's shaft even licking its head. 

Now her other hand is squeezing her breasts, lightly circling her nipples with her fingers. Those beautiful nipples are sticking out and she lightly pinches them. She then bites her lips cause she doesn't want her parents hearing what she is doing. The dildo is slowly making its way down her body. She slowly runs it down over her firm breasts and gently taps each nipple with it. She places the dildo between her breasts as her hands reach down to remove her thong. Picking up the dildo she glides it down over her tummy to her wispy patch of pussy hair. 

Wow, my sexy angel is next door giving me a show I'll never forget. As the dildo roams her body, her other hand is down on her inner thighs slowly rubbing and kneading them. Next her fingers slowly run through her patch of pubic hairs, with her pinky gently touching her clit. She softly rubs her clit as she still bites down on her lips to not make her moan out. 

Finally her dildo finds her special place as it runs down over her wet pussy. She brings it back up to her mouth so she can taste her sweet juices. Then she plunges it back down into her wet pussy. She pulls a pillow over her mouth and moans into it. Her dildo goes deeper into her pussy until I can't see it anymore. In and out she thrusts it; faster and faster until she has her orgasm. 

And yes, you guys, I did have one of my own. Oh one thing I forgot to tell you all; it's about eight inches long. I'll let you go for now, but there is another story to tell..... 



A Night to Remember



This is my first posted story here, and, where I never write in the first person, tonight just called for it. I do hope you enjoy!

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Tonight, I'd decided to visit a place that I'd normally pass up. I donned a low-back midnight blue, spaghetti strap, mid-calf silky dress that did nothing to hide my curves. I let my long, wavy, blonde hair cascade down my back to where it rested at the small. I looked good, I thought, so I set out.

Within minutes of arriving, I was greeted by an English fellow, who did nothing to give me false pretenses. We laughed and joked, and he bought me a drink. We went for a walk under the beautiful moonlit sky, and found ourselves on a path next to a lake and a rosebush.

I found him to be quite handsome, standing about 5'10, a medium build, in a very expensive suit. One look into his eyes and I was captivated. His compliments to me did nothing to quench the fire I felt burning deep in my womb. Oh, how I wanted him! I could feel the soft grass beneath my bare body, his hard body pinning me down as he made love to me repeatedly.

"Would you care to dance?" he asked, looking down into my eyes, drawing me back to an upright position.

"I'd love to," I somehow replied back. I slid my hands around his neck, and his went to my waist. His body was lean, hard, and strong. I knew it would take every ounce of strength I owned to maintain a ladylike impression.

We danced for an eternity, until he leaned his head forward. My stomach flip-flopped with glee at the thought of his full lips kissing me. As his head got closer, I closed my eyes. My breathing stopped, and I felt his warm breath on my skin. Just like in the movies, my world was spinning.

"I have to tell you something," he whispered. A blow to the stomach, but, he was a stranger and I could take it. After all, it was me in a silly school-girl fantasy. I slowly opened my eyes to look at him. My world stopped spinning. "It's really important," he continued, "and if you leave me, I'll understand."

I searched his eyes, my mind reeling. What on earth could he tell me that would so devistate him? He wasn't physically impaired, not that it would have made a difference, because I found an interest in him at the beginning of the night while we were laughing and talking.

He hesitated so long that I feared he would turn and run. Finally he said, "I'm married." He paused for a brief moment and said, "I'll not be able to continue anything after tonight."

My world did in fact crash down around me, but, I mustered a smile and said, "Not even a friendship?"

He looked at me in disbelief as if saying, I'm the scum of the earth and you still want to be my friend? Eventually he said that he'd love to continue to be my friend. We continued dancing, and he leaned close and told me his story. He rarely sought solice in the arms of another woman, but he was having marital problems. He and his wife nary shared a bed and he was lonely. I could feel his pain in the beat of his heard and his words. God, how I wanted to console him on the grass, but shame on me for even thinking that way!

As we continued dancing, staring into each other's eyes, he once again leaned forward. I kept my eyes open, fearing more news. Instead, he tilted me back then his lips brushed mine and a thousand butterflies were released into my stomach. My breath caught in my throat, and, as they had a hundred times already, my cheeks flushed red. How wonderful his lips were! We kissed softly at first, until my tongue slid hesitantly out to meet his lips. He accepted it with gratitude, holding me tightly and kissing me deeply.

When his hand began to rub my back, from my shoulders, down my bare skin, to the top curves of my rear, I melted. His touch was so soft, yet so firm, so very masculine. While he was doing a number on my back from just a simple touch, a soft throbbing at my front sent me reeling as well. I involuntarily pressed against it, fueling the fire, feeling the comfort of a man's erection.

At that moment, his hand slipped beneath my dress and he took a handful of my rear. I softly cried out, and have never felt anything so wonderful. Sure, I've had men feel me up, but his touch, his hand so delicate and firm, sent shivers up my spine. He grew bolder and his hand lingered. I had died and gone to heaven.

When I felt my dress being raised, I was beside myself with glee. Except for the fact that I was still thinking sensibly. Gently I pushed him away until we were both standing in an upright position. He looked at me questioningly, smoothing my dress back down, and my heart broke. "Should I stop?" he asked.

I smiled, smoothed my fingers over his brow, and asked softly in return, "Are you sure?"

"I, I don't know," his quiet, honest reply came. My heart sank, but I knew this was right. At that moment, I sent 'right' to damnation. My womb was on fire for this man, but I couldn't do it until he was sure.

I cupped his face gently and said, "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to make love to me, but I need you to be sure."

"I've never been unfaithful to my wife, before. I'm a bad man."

"You're not a bad man," I said softly. "Even after everything you've told me, I didn't stop you. I'm a bad man too."

"I wanted to seduce you," he went on.

"I wanted seduced," I countered. We stared at each other for a long time.

"I suppose you think I'm a terrible person. You should go find a younger, more studly person to have fun with."

I laughed at 'younger, more studly', and told him so. "I don't think anyone could reach the bar that's been set tonight." I looked up into his eyes before I went on. "It'll be hard to find another intellegent conversation and a great man."

As he drew me near again, he mentioned something about a beautiful woman, and for all of me I wish I could remember what it was. I fell into his arms, holding him tightly. He asked what song I heard while we danced, and I told him it was a soft, romantic tune. He told me he heard Nat King Cole's "Almost Like Being in Love".

My stomach was doing more flip-flops and my mind was reeling. Why did I have to stop it? I could be screaming with release, and giving him his own long-deserved, long-needed release. I sent rationality to damnation just then also. I found myself wishing I could go back in time, but I knew that number one, it was impossible, and two, I couldn't have lived with myself.

I took his hand and led him to a stone bench I spotted. We sat down in silence. I don't remember much of our conversation here, for my heart was too busy breaking for me to hear much. I know, you're thinking, "But Gabs, he's married! Not to mention significantly older (he's 34)!" And I know this. Although age doesn't bother me much, I couldn't be a rebound for this wonderful man. We collided on such an intimate level, yet even as I write this, I fear I'll never see him again.

When I called him a wonderful man earlier, he confided in me that he didn't deserve to be called so, at least, he wasn't used to hearing anything other than a bastard. Now, sitting on the bench, he said that he thought I had a slew of men following me like a puppy. I turned away and told him it wasn't true. His arm slid around me and I took comfort in the strength.

After a few more minutes of silence, I told him honestly that I hoped his marriage worked out, and that if he needed someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, he could find me, for I made a silent promise to myself to frequent this place at every convenience. I also then, after a brief period of silence, confided something intimate in him, about him, then immediately regretted it, blushing fiercely and looking down. His fingers beneath my chin brought my eyes back up to his, and he kissed my lips again briefly, and oh-so-softly. I was struck speechless as we stared at each other.

I was blinking back tears, and he was taking a final look at me, memorizing me. Finally, his gaze tore away and he stood up. He started walking away, but I couldn't look. I wrapped my arms around my middle and turned my head, the tears that I'd tried to hold back now falling freely.

Before the silence ate his falling footsteps, he paused and said to me, in that clipped, charming, (and what I find) sexy English accent, "You'll forever be in my heart."



A Night To Remember



It was my first time at the club and I was feeling rather nervous. Before I had just thought of BDSM as some passing fancy, a fantasy that could only exist in my mind. I would never act on that fantasy for how would I find someone to share the experience. Luck smiled down on me when I got to college. Finally, I was able to find others like me. Coming from a small town and sheltered life it was rather hard to find them before. I found some people who have been into the BDSM scene for a few years already and they took me to a club. It was amazing, a playground for adults. It was difficult trying to take everything in. To the right a naked woman was stretched on a wooden X panting and red from the switch her master was using to punish her. The mix of pain and pleasure that fluttered across her face with each stroke was exciting. I was exposed to a drug and I wanted more. 

Directly in front of me there was a girl locked in a cage. She had knee high leather boots on with wicked looking heels that could do some damage if she wasn't trained enough to not hurt her master. The beautiful blonde pet wore black lace panties that hinted at the wetness underneath. She wore nothing on top but leather straps that formed an X framing her small but firm breasts. A spiked collar was around her neck with a chain attached. Her master kept the chain taut while other people gazed upon his pet and complimented her breeding. Later I found her bent double over a chair begging her master to not to hit so hard while at the same time leaning into his strikes with eager anticipation. 

Everywhere I looked people were getting off on doing, actually doing, what I had only dreamed about. It was here that I would take the first steps to becoming what I really wanted to be, a Dom. I wanted to take my sub, whoever he or she might be at the time and tie her down. I want to secure my pet's limbs with thick leather straps, just loose enough to make my pet think that she could escape once my attention wavered. My pet would be stripped down till only the panties were left. It is fun to play with modesty after all. I will start slowly, making sure that the skin becomes so sensitive that even the slightest currents of air will bring heightened sensation. I want to leave my mark, angry and red, across the bare skin, branding my pet as my property and no one else's. 

These were some of the thoughts running through my head as my friends led me upstairs where there were even more fun contraptions to try. Some of these structures looked to be right out of books on the Spanish Inquisition and other medieval practices. Hell, there was even a pair of stocks set up for the naughty little subs. My friends saw the fire and ill-concealed desire in my eyes and asked if perhaps I would like to try my hand at discipline. My one friend decided that she would like nothing more than to be tied up and punished for being so naughty. Her crime? Not taking me to this place sooner. Now I know I have a greatly repressed sadistic streak and my friends are quite aware of it. I think they were waiting to see how having a cane in my hand and a willing victim before me would bring that out. 

My precious little slave stood before me in a set of four inch heels which made her legs look like they went on forever. So smooth and monotonous but with a few applications of the cane that would soon change. She stood there in a pair of shorts so short that they should be banned in public and a bra that was nothing more than a piece of red lace. Her back was to me and I started spanking her with my hand. After a hit I would leave my hand there to make the burn last longer. I rolled her nice globes around in my hands both arousing her and sending jolts of pain through her already abused body. When my hand started to sting I decided to upgrade to the forgotten cane. It made such a beautiful sound slapping against her flesh. I rhythmically went up and down her body leaving welts in the wake of my cane. As soon as she relaxed into my pattern I changed it, crossing angry red welts and further abusing the sensitive skin. The mixture of her moans and yelps satisfied me in a way I had never felt before. 

Her back was nice and red so I decided that maybe it was time to give her front some of my special attention. I switched her position so I could gaze into her lust-filled eyes and down her shapely and smooth front. I caressed her breasts with my hands, flicking a nipple here and there before pinching them hard. It seems that the sadist is surfacing again. I slowly start to run the cane up and down her body, deciding to take a different approach to her front. The cane is slowly making its rounds along her body until I suddenly strike! The cane becomes a serpent stalking its prey. There is no pattern to the strikes, no way to anticipate and no way to protect. I strike upon her legs, between her legs and across her breasts. They have now fallen out of their lacy cups and lie exposed and tender. Her moans have drawn other club goers over to our little corner and they watch excitedly as I inflict my pet with pleasure and pain. 

The cane starts to bore me and I seek another way to forcibly take the moans from my pet's luscious mouth. I ask the people standing around me what the club has that I might use. One person tells me that, "If you can think of it the club or one of us can provide just as long as you keep doing what you're doing." I smiled at the man in thanks and turned to my pet. I asked her what piece of equipment she would like me to use. 'How shall I punish you next?' I ask her. She didn't want to answer me but a quick and hard smack with the cane made her think about it. After a few moments I got impatient and demanded she choose. Her choice was the wooden paddle littered with holes that someone offered. A lovely choice that would nicely fill in the gaps left untouched by the cane. 

One of the watchers knew that this was my first time doing BDSM and inquired why I let my pet choose what my next toy would be. He said that since I was the Dom the choices were all mine and that subs were not supposed to think, only feel. I know that I might be new at this but his interruption really rubbed me the wrong way. I decided then that I could show him that I could put him in his place without even tying him up. I turned to face him and spoke words that he would remember for a very long time. 

'Tell me', I asked him, 'what would be worse. Knowing that you will be tortured and can do nothing about it or being a part of your very own torture. If you take the first option you can distance yourself from the pain, make yourself think that you have nothing to do with it and your pain is not your fault. But what if I made you choose? Choose the very instrument with which I would use to make you scream. You are now part of your own torture because once you make your choice and once I start you can not help but think, 'maybe I chose wrong'. Your pain is no longer my fault but you have culpability as well, for you chose. You chose the instrument of your own destruction and that my friend is where the true pain lays, the true torture. And that is why I ask. That is why even though I am in control, I am the Dom, I still give a choice. You see, I may be new to BDSM but torture and I have been friends for years." After telling that annoyance off he had a look on his face like he was just slapped. I was waiting for him to get on his knees and beg to be mine but alas not all fantasies come true. I returned my attention to my pet that was waiting patiently for her punishment. I lifted the paddle and went back to work on making our night one to remember.



A Night to Remember



This is a stroke story which includes mother-daughter incest, lesbianism, anal sex, oral sex, ATM, a multigenerational three way and whatever else came to mind. Everyone enjoys themselves and no one gets hurt but no one could really falls in love and live happily ever after together...could they? It started as pure stroke and evolved; it is intended as fantasy. This is fiction and the author certainly does not condone a fifty year old man finding a wanton mother-daughter team who seem to delight in fucking him and each other in every way imaginable with neither protection nor guilt. It was inspired by the mother and daughter in front of me in the checkout line at the grocery store.

"Are you checking out my ass...or my daughter's?" Barbara whispered, moving in close to the man behind her in the supermarket checkout line. He was probably nearly a decade older than she was, tanned and fit with handsome features and a confident, casual air. Her nineteen year old daughter Vanessa had first noticed his interest in and attention to the two of them. 

"Mom! He's definitely checking out your butt."

"More likely yours, honey." Barbara responded to her tall, equally blond nubile offspring.

"No way! He's trying not to be obvious but he can't keep his eyes from lingering on your posterior. He is cute! Let's face it mom...you do have a fantastic ass. He does looks respectable...make your move now; say something to him. I can't remember the last time we...you had a real boyfriend."

The easy smile accompanying the whispered question indicated that she was not annoyed but interested; he knew he was very interested. He judged her to be forty or just shy of it. A little too much sun over the years but superb features, more than adequate breasts and that amazing ass perfectly wrapped in a pair of fashionably faded carpenter's jeans. The cashier was too busy scanning produce to pay attention and there was no one behind him in line.

"Yours without question and without apology. You have an incredible body and your backside is impossible to ignore...it's to die for...as is your smile. I'm Jake." He said offering his hand and flashing his own well maintained teeth.

"Barbara...my daughter Vanessa...so Jake, where's your wife?"

"Breast cancer...three years ago. My kids have long since grown up and moved away. Just me and my dogs. You?"

Barbara and her daughter lingered after their small order was bagged as Jake's purchases were processed. "Divorced...five years...my daughter's spending the summer before college with me...our only child. Are you seriously involved with anyone Jake?"

"No. Never quite got into the dating thing. You?"

"Not even casually."

"That's hard to believe; you are a stunning woman." Jake commented as the three of them walked toward the parking lot.

"How old are you Jake?"

"Just turned fifty."

"I'm about to turn forty. You don't appear to have an ounce of fat on you...rare these days. Do you work out?"

"I keep busy with projects at home...building things...yard...garden...a little bike riding but I'm not into the health club scene. You certainly have no issues in the fitness arena."

"High energy and I'm a construction manager for a large company...seldom sit behind a desk. What do you do Jake?"

"Former executive who took forced early retirement after my wife died. I'm a writer and I teach at the local college on a very part time basis."

"You make a living at that?"

"Not really. We were savers more than spenders...both had 401-k plans...my wife had a substantial insurance policy through her employer. My home is paid for and my needs are simple."

"Where do you live Jake?" 

"Five minutes south of here and to the East of a small development called Scottish Hills there is a nice stand of old pine...fifty acres...just to the North of that is thirty acres of wetlands. On the West edge of that is five flat, open acres next to the entrance to the development. I live there; the pine forest is mine, a charitable remainder trust...so is the wetlands."

"We're virtually neighbors. I live in ah, Scottish Hills. Your lot must bump right up against the development. The white two story with the sparkling white split rail horse fence and the newly sealed asphalt driveway?"

"Exactly."

"Our food is going to spoil. Where is this going, Jake? I'm certain you want to fuck me...does dinner come with the screw?"

"I love to cook for company. Let's say six for drinks and dinner around seven? Your daughter is also welcome unless..."

"She is quite gorgeous, isn't she? She's just at the doorway to her sexual awakening...she's gotten laid a few times but not particularly well, I gather. She's experimented on the other side...still searching for her sexual identity....like mother like daughter I suppose."

"Your daughter is quite lovely but I find you far more interesting."

"Thank you for the complement...so you wouldn't want to fuck her?"

"Silly question."

"I suppose; 'see you at six?"

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"Beautiful home, amazing pond, huge fish, sweet dogs and an astounding Malbec, Jake! If dinner is remotely to scale you may have trouble getting rid of us. And what are we having for dinner?"

"Veal Marsala, fresh corn from my garden and a small salad."

"I'm impressed!"

"Your pond is bigger than most swimming pools; is it safe to swim in it?" Vanessa inquired.

"The fish don't seem to mind; they get quite curious. I suppose it's somewhat of a 'natural pool'. With the extensive filtration system the water is cleaner than what come out of the tap without the chlorine. I don't actually swim in it but I do enter it regularly to adjust the rocks or whatever."

"Do I have time before dinner?"

"The timing of dinner is very flexible." Jake responded. To his astonishment Vanessa skinned out of her exquisitely tight and obscenely short shorts, doffed her tank top and stepped into the pond in all of her youthful nakedness. Barbara anticipated Jake's question.

"Vanessa and I are decidedly...let's see what's the polite word? Naturalists? It was more than my husband could deal with. It also contributed to him initially gaining custodial rights in view of my open involvement in the nudist life style. Vanessa is an adult now and can make her own choices. I think I need to cool off myself." With those words Barbara quickly removed her equally sparse attire and walked into the water. Neither mother nor daughter seemed to bother with under garments.

Jake was not a man who was easily surprised or rattled but even for him this turn of events was almost beyond comprehension. What the hell? He quickly removed his own clothing and entered the pond in which the two women were now frolicking lasciviously together. There was an intimacy between mother and daughter which was decidedly sensual...if not overtly sexual. They touched more often and more intimately than would have been the norm. He did not miss the obvious appreciative look both women provided. He had a lean well muscled body but it was his semi-erect cock that both seemed focused on. They whispered and giggled conspiratorially. Even at half mast Jake's equipment was decidedly above average in both girth and length.

Soon the two women moved toward him, trapping him between them. Vanessa began to softly nibble his neck and shoulders while sliding a hand down to his ass and sliding her fingers along his cleft. Barbara was far bolder as she expertly cupped his hard balls and stroked his growing erection with her soft hands. He kissed her full lips gently then probed inside as she reciprocated with a whimper. Vanessa's finger---fortunately one with a closely trimmed nail---found the object of her interest and gently began rimming his tight opening with an occasional dart just inside. Jake reached behind him and found Vanessa's completely hairless little cunt and gently stroked her outer lips. His other hand moved forward to fondle her mother's more hirsute offering, massaging her turgid button with his thumb as his fingers found their way inside her womanly folds. Mother and daughter gently moved their hips in concert, fucking themselves on his fingers. Both of them came almost simultaneously in surprisingly short order.

"Very nice Jake....very nice! He has very talented fingers, doesn't he Vanessa?"

"Uh, huh." Vanessa said, more of a moan or whimper than a clear articulation.

"Jake, you may have figured out that in addition to being mother and daughter Vanessa and I are also lovers---a recent occurrence---but we both have a decided preference for men...for cock...and yours is quite impressive and in need of special attention; Vanessa and I haven't enjoyed any cock in some time. You didn't cum in spite of the expert ministrations of my talented hands so you obviously have the staying power that comes with maturity. I might suggest that regardless of your ability to get it up repeatedly you might want to consider pharmacological augmentation. We're staying all night, we're both quite insatiable and we both have multiple orifices that need to be filled. Before you cook dinner we need to share a high protein appetizer. Let's get out of the pond for that."

Taking him by the hand the two beauties led Jake up to the expansive deck, threw some cushions down and literally pushed him down on his back. Kneeling on either side of him both women began to slather his rock hard tool with their talented tongues. As Vanessa's delightful little rear was within reach Jake began fondling her ass and pussy from behind; she rocked slowly back and force in rhythm with his strokes. Turning his upper body to his side his gently moved her lithe young thighs toward him, finally lifting her lower body and placing her butt high on his chest with her knees astride. Lifting his head he found her sparkling little brown jewel at the ideal level for oral exploration.

Barbara held his fat cock in her soft hands and gently stroked his sack. She held his cock in the perfect position for Vanessa to take it deeply in her tight, hot, wet little mouth. Occasionally Barbara would remove his hardened organ from her daughter's lips and fellate him wantonly and deeply with her more expansive but incredibly adroit mouth and tongue. Vanessa was literally fucking Jake's tongue into her tight little ass. Barbara's head slid between her slender daughters creamy thighs as she proceeded to orally service her offspring. Vanessa spread her thighs to give her mother better access. Barbara's head was soon ensconced between her daughter's thighs and resting on Jake's chest as she serviced the young woman's slippery little slot with her experienced mouth. Vanessa removed her mouth from Jake's cock continuing to slowly stroke it with her small hands; she was gasping and then she screamed when the intense orgasm hit her, furious working her bare young cunt against her mother's mouth as Jake's tongue found its limit in her tight little rear. As her orgasm subsided she resumed her cock sucking responsibilities with a frenetic abandon. Her mother saw a teaching moment at hand.

"Honey that's not the way I taught you!"

"Sorry, mom; I still don't have much experience at this...at least not with a real cock."

"Let me show you baby. You've got to take it deeper...swirl you tongue around the head...just the right amount of suction."

Barbara was a woman with many years of experience in sucking cock and she was a grand master in her technique. As one slippery finger snuck inside his rectum and the other hand massaged his full balls, Barbara took Jake's fat cock to the back of her throat, then just to the edge of her lips, swirled her talented tongue and Jake came with a roar. Barbara continued to suck him off oblivious to anything around her.

"You're not sharing mom!"

"Sorry hon." Barbara said, removing her mouth from Jake's cock, grabbing her daughter by the head and kissing her deeply. "I got piggy...why don't you clean him up?"

Vanessa proceeded to clean Jake's cock from head to toe with the delight of a child sampling her first ice cream cone.

"He's still hard, mom!"

"Is this typical Jake? Very impressive I have to say."

"I don't think anything about any of this is typical. I do believe I could cum again before dinner...if you're up for it." The two women giggled at his last comment.

"It's my turn, daughter; you've already cum twice but I'm sure you'll find some way to keep yourself busy. I need a decidedly hard...even rough fuck, Jake, from the rear. I prefer you take my pussy first but if I cum before you do and you just can't resist you can pop me in the ass...or if you've still got some energy left...Vanessa. Just in case..." Barbara went to her purse and produced a bottle of clear lube and handed it to Jake. "Care to do the honors?" She said, bending over and spreading her gloriously full butt cheeks. Jake jumped to the task quickly working several lubed fingers deep into the forty year old blonde's rear.

"My turn!" Vanessa exclaimed assuming the position. Her back door was far tighter than her mother's. Jam ventured a guess.

"You've never been fucked in the ass, have you Vanessa?"

"Yes and no...mom has done me there several times with her strap on but...I've never had a man cum in my butt...mom says I don't know what I'm missing. Will you cum in my ass Jake?"

"I'm sure I will." Jake replied. "But right now your mother is next on my dance card."

Barbara got down on her knees and waved her astounding rump inches from Jake's face. He slowly caressed her taut body with his strong hands before surprising her with several sharp slaps on her quivering butt flesh; she squealed and giggled. Vanessa joined her mother on the cushions and began to kiss her passionately then moved down to her breasts. Both women moaned in unison as if lost in their own world. Jake went to his knees and lavished attention on Barbara's fleshy folds and greasy chute with his mouth and tongue. Returning to his feet he bent over her and quickly inserted his raging meat into her surprisingly tight pussy. She worked her well trained inner muscles in her vain attempt to capture his dick and hold it inside her. He won the contest if that's what it could be called; Barbara came with a howl some fifteen minutes later long before Jake felt the first sign of impending ejaculation. He withdrew and sat back to catch his breath knowing he needed to cum soon just from the standpoint of pure physical stamina. Barbara rolled over and smiled at him then looked back at her daughter, kissing her mouth affectionately.

"Fuck her up the ass, Jake...it's your anal cherry for the taking...but you owe me a rain check in the sodomy department. Go slow and let her get used to it...that cock of yours is decidedly bigger than the strap on I used on her. She probably could have used a little more work back there before taking her first cock but she wants it and she wants it bad." She then addressed her daughter. "No turning back baby...once he gets that fat cock inside your shitter you are going to get ass fucked...are you sure?"

As if in answer Vanessa quickly moved to Jake, kissing him deeply while fondling his cock. "How do you want me, baby?" She cooed.

"On your back...I want to watch your face when I cum in your ass."

Barbara positioned Vanessa accordingly, placing a small cushion under her young rump.

"Put it in my pussy first...fuck me for a little while before you do my ass..." Vanessa whispered as Jake took his cue while gently and tenderly kissing the young anal virgin. Her pussy was deliciously tight and furnace hot. Barbara recognized that if this went on too long her daughter would get a good screw but not the butt fucking she desired. Barbara took Jakes cock in her hand and placed it at the entrance to the spiral muscle which guarded her daughter's most forbidden place after first testing it with her talented tongue.

"Here it come baby...relax...push the head in Jake...that it!"

Vanessa's eyes flew open wide at the initial invasion of her rectum. "Oh my God that's big...need to relax...okay push it in a little more...hold it! I'm so fucking full...full of cock...how much more..."

"It's half way in baby...okay...that right...oh shit, baby you look so sexy with that big cock stretching your ass hole!"

Jake bottomed out and stayed motionless; Vanessa's eyes were watering and she grimaced. After several minutes she began to move slowly, pulling his cock in and out of her no longer virgin orifice. "Okay, she whispered...do me...do my ass."

The tight confines of Vanessa's nineteen year old rump coupled with the sheer eroticism of the whole scene as Barbara worked her expert fingers and tongue on Vanessa's delicate and hairless folds not to mention Vanessa's litany of erotic verbiage brought Jake over the edge in no time. Thanks in no small part to Barbara's efforts Vanessa came seconds after he came deep in her dark chute. It was just as well, Barbara thought to herself; better not to wear out her daughter's back door too early in the evening. As Jake's slowly deflating organ plopped out of Vanessa's gaping hole Barbara took the slimy tool in her mouth cleaning all vestiges of Jake's cum and her darling daughter's musky funk. The two women again kissed as Jake looked on and decided that he would be visiting the medicine cabinet at his first opportunity.

Dinner was magnificent but all knew it was a brief interlude to what would become a long and generally sleepless night. They enjoyed a brief after dinner drink back beside the pond; no one bothered to don clothing. In short order all knew it was time to retire to the master bedroom after a brief foray in the ample Jacuzzi in the master bath.

The two women could not keep their hands or their mouths off of each other as Jake assumed the role of spectator. With Vanessa on the edge of the bath and her mother kneeling in front of her with her head buried in her daughter's crotch that amazing ass beckoned to Jake; greasing his now restored organ with the appropriate lube he tested her readiness with his fingers and plunged to the depths of Barbara's exquisite rear.

Barbara was unquestionable an ass fucker's dream; she didn't just take it the ass she loved it there. She moved, she moaned she whimpered and in every regard made it clear that Jake's fat cock was doing exactly what she wanted it to. While she was certainly not the first middle aged anal princess Jake had enjoyed she was by far the most fun. Introducing a young woman to anal sex was not to be discounted but fucking a woman in the ass who truly enjoyed the experience was at the top of Jake's list. He emptied his balls one more time with a roar as Barbara's well trained rear milked him for every drop. After a suitable oral cleaning by young Vanessa the three moved to the bedroom. 

Shortly after three in the morning, Jake was completely fucked out; fortunately so were his dinner companions, or so he thought. Thanks to the pharmacology he was still erect but knew he had no chance of coaxing another orgasm out of his tired old balls. Sandwiched in between the two women with Barbara's soft, full bush caressing his ass and Vanessa's smooth toned young rump shoved tightly against his cock he was blissfully spent. When Vanessa reach between her legs and positioned his cock head at the slimy entrance to her tight little pussy and then worked his turgid organ inside her slot Jake hoped that she didn't expect any more physical involvement from him than providing an erect tool. Evidently she was more than content to fuck herself on Jake's equipment coming one more time before drifting off to sleep.

Jake woke up early and started a pot of coffee; when he returned to the bedroom both of his guests were showering together. He thought of joining them but thought better of it. The ladies had other ideas as both grabbed him and pulled him into the shower with them for one final romp.




A Night to Remember



"Vanessa has grown quite fond of your cock, Jake; it would appear that you are ready to serve once again."

"I really need to piss." He replied.

"Go ahead, Jake. All drains lead to the same final destination. Vanessa is quite fond of a warm amber stream...on her cunt...her tits..." Jake obliged as Vanessa squealed with delight while her loving mother aimed Jakes organ appropriately. After he had finished mom proceeded to take his now painfully erect tool in her mouth and attend to it with her usually finesse. Vanessa placed her hands on the tile wall and projected her tight young rump back provocatively.

"Your choice, Jake." Barbara proclaimed as she positioned his cock head first at her bare young pussy and then at the entrance to her ass. Jake made it clear that he was most interested in Vanessa's hot, tight, slippery little cunt; taking charge he quickly inserted his throbbing tool balls deep in her sweet slot.

Vanessa might have been young and inexperienced but she more than made up for it with her youthful enthusiasm. Her little quim was delicious hot and tight; the erotic vision before him as her tight little buns slammed back against he pubic bone while her mother livingly mouthed her budding breasts was more than enough to take Jake over the top. The hard fuck from behind coupled with Barbara's expert attention with mouth and fingers brought Vanessa to a whimpering, moaning and ultimately gasping orgasm in short order.

Barbara was a cum slut; she ravenously sucked her daughters pussy to recover every vestige of Jake's cream; Vanessa came again. Jake sat back on the corner shower bench both to recover physically and to watch the sublimely erotic scene in front of him. He could definitely get used to this regimen...if it didn't kill him.

After Jake prepared a sumptuous breakfast for the two beauties, hugs, kisses and gropes were exchanged. Jake asked Vanessa for their phone number; they had only recently moved in and she couldn't remember it. They would call Jake later to arrange another tryst for later in the day. Jake was confident that the call would never come.

Fist, Jake knew everyone who lived in the small, upscale development known as Scottish Hills and he was positive that Vanessa and Barbara did not live there. He had also noticed the county code on the license plate; it was not from any county in close proximity to his home. He had no idea why he had been chosen for what had been the most supremely satisfying sexual experience of his life but he was certain that there would be no repeat engagement.

***

"Mom, Jake was really nice, wasn't he? I bet he has no idea that we scouted him out...followed him to that store. You liked him, didn't you?" I know I did."

"It would certainly seem that you were in love with his cock; quite understandable; he was a very accomplished lover...wasn't he?"

"Can't we stay over?"

"You know the rules hon. Plus we need to get you to college and get you moved in. As idyllic as this may have been I've told you it wouldn't last. As far as Jake is concerned, as much as he may have enjoyed the night, we're just a couple of sluts. He would grow to resent us...not respect us. I'm sure most other parents would look upon me with disgust...taking my daughter on a summer, pre-college fuck trip. I just wanted you to be prepared...to understand what it was all about before you faced the sexual temptations of a big college campus."

"I feel pretty lucky to have a mom like you. He liked you a lot mom...you should go back and spend time with him after you get me settled in."

"I don't see that happening, baby; after the hell of being married to a controlling, tight assed prick like your father I'm not remotely looking for a relationship. I never cheated on your father; he just couldn't deal with a sexually uninhibited woman who enjoyed fucking more than he did. He sucked the life out of me...never again."

***

As Jake perused the morning paper and enjoyed a second cup of coffee he contemplated every aspect of his encounter with Vanessa and Barbara. Better to leave well enough alone; they obviously had a plan and he wasn't inclined to interfere with it. He couldn't imagine any realistic scenario involving an ongoing involvement with Barbara and Vanessa. His curiosity got the best of him. He clearly remembered the license tag number. With a little research on line and a hundred bucks on his credit card he accumulated a complete dossier on Vanessa Perry. He printed it off; he stared at it for a while. He ran a second search on her former husband and printed it off. He went for a twenty mile bike ride, returned, showered again and picked up the phone after another quick review of several high school web sites.

"Centerville High School...how may I direct your call?"

"Guidance Department please."

"This is Molly, how can I help you?"

"Hi Molly, this is Preston Evans, Associate Dean of Admissions at State. I know this is not the correct procedure for this but I'm really in a bind here. To our delight and consternation, more students accepted our admissions invitations than we anticipated---way more. I'm desperately trying to juggle housing allocations and trying to confirm who is coming and who isn't. With incoming freshman arriving already we are in a severe housing crunch. One of your students...let me see...Vanessa Perry, father Frank, mother Barbara, home address and DOB is..."

"Why yes! Vanessa was our valedictorian this year; she's a really sweet girl. How can I help you?"

"I'm hoping you can tell me if she did in fact accept our invitation; we can't seem to find any record of an acceptance letter."

"We do keep those records; Vanessa is very diligent and responsible; I'd be surprised if she didn't report where she planned to attend college. Let me pull her file."

"Dean Evans? I'm sorry...Vanessa did not chose State. With her grades and SAT scores she pretty much had her choice of top schools."

"Well, I suppose that's good and bad news. We hate to lose a top female applicant but at least I know not to save a room for her. Just out of curiosity, where is she attending college?"

Molly told him. "That's fantastic! She certainly has great taste in schools...that has to be one of the top dozen schools in the country. Maybe she'll reconsider us at the graduate level. Her choice is a little farther away from her home town than State..."

"Vanessa worked her in the Guidance office...we got to know each other a bit...she's very mature for her age. I got the distinct impression that she had some issues...with her father...a divorce...custody battle. I sensed that she really wanted to put a few miles between herself and her father."

Over the next few minutes Jake learned a lot more about Vanessa than he had expected to learn.

***

"Hello, I'm terribly sorry to bother you. This is Hank Reid; I'm a real estate agent. One of your employees, Barbara Perry has listed her home for sale---with a different office--- and I desperately need to get in touch with her. It's the house at 2345 Conservatory Road. Her listing agent is tied up in an all day meeting. I've got an offer on her house at very close to her asking price from an out of town client. The other office doesn't seem to have anyone in today who knows anything; I need to find out if she is interested before this offer expires. Could you connect me with her?"

"I'm sorry she's not in today."

"I didn't think she would be; I recall being told that she was taking a few days off to take her daughter Vanessa to college at..."

"Vanessa is a lovely girl."

"That she is."

"Let me see...she's moving across state to take promotion with our company...I have a cell phone number...wait! It would seem that she's found a new home over there....already has the new address listed...but no phone number."

"Well what do you know about that? That's not an hour from where I'm sitting. I'll try the cell phone but if I can't get in touch with her maybe I'll take a run over there. Oh darn! She won't be there! She's up in Westville getting Vanessa settled in to college...there must be dozens hotels and motels up there."

"Well, maybe I can help; our employees tend to stay at one chain since we have a significant discount there. Let me see if she booked it through the corporate travel office. Let me put you on hold."

"Mr. Reid? Barbara is staying at the Colony Inn and there's only one up there."

"I can't thank you enough."

***

"This is Hank Reid; I'm an agent. Is the house at 2345 Conservatory still on the market?"

"We have a contract on that house; it should close on the fifteenth."

"Is it solid?"

"Large escrow, Twenty percent down, local bank financing, repeat customer and the buyers love the place. It's as solid as it gets."

"Thanks for your help."

***

"Colony Inn. How may I direct your call?"

"Reservations, please."

"This is Bob Davis with the travel office at Consolidated. Our computer has been acting up. One of our very valued employees is supposed to have a reservation---confirmed---with you folks and I am fearful that we may have booked it incorrectly. Can you confirm the check in and check dates for Barbara Perry and her daughter please?"

"She's arriving today and staying through the weekend."

"Great! That's exactly as it should be; thanks for your help."

***

Jake took a couple of hours off from detective work to work in the yard. He was not going to contact Barbara as she was in the process of getting Vanessa settled in---if at all. His curiosity about Frank Perry, Vanessa's father and Barbara's former husband grew. Who was Frank Perry? Jake knew from experience never to judge other couples relationships; although he had known Barbara for less than twenty-four hours he found himself very attracted to her and wondered what kind of man had driven her away?

Frank Perry was a psychologist employed by the government; his academic credentials were mediocre at best. He worked in the parole department associated with a state minimum security prison for nonviolent sexual offenders. According to his academic records he had flirted with the ministry. It was Saturday; Jake contemplated how his was going to get to meet Frank Perry. Frank Perry had written a number of journal articles that were easily obtained---most for free---on the Internet. Jake had some academic training in psychology at the graduate level to include marriage and family counseling.

Jake found Perry's work to be border line abysmal, overly tinged with religious ideology and in general misguided in his opinions. It had the unpleasant odor of repressed sexuality. While Jake's writing forte was fiction---erotic fiction---he had written a handful of journal articles himself on the subject of sexuality and had received praise from respected academicians for one article in particular.

***

"Doctor Perry? I apologize for calling you at home; your office said you were working out of your home today. My name is Jack Brady. I'm a writer. Although I tend toward fiction I've written a handful of nonfiction academic pieces. I need some expert advice." Jack Brady was Jake's pseudonym as a writer.

"Where did you get my name?"

"Several of my friends in academia indicated that you were doing some fine work with nonviolent sexual offenders. I've taken the time to read as many of your journal submissions as I could get my hands on and I must say I'm very impressed."

"How can I help you?" Perry replied, far less guarded than he had initially been.

"I'm writing a follow-up to a previous journal article. This time I'm concentrating on the effect of sexuality in the home---not incest or rape---but just the effect of nudity and open sexual expression by parents on their children and you have delved into this area on several occasions. I was hoping we could get together to chat; I'm on a tight deadline here. I just need an hour or so to discuss some hypotheses in my article which is essential complete with someone with first hand clinical experience. Certainly I will give appropriate credit or even consider going beyond that if the situation warrants it. I just don't have the one on one experience to be comfortable with my conclusions."

"I certainly have ample first hand experience in that area. Where are you?"

"A couple of hours away but I am open to your schedule."

"Do you want to get together today?"

"If that's not asking too much."

"Could you make it here by three?"

"Absolutely! Where do you want to meet?"

"I'll give you directions to my home."

***

Everything about Frank Perry's demeanor, mannerisms and home décor spoke volumes. While Frank was a reasonably attractive man he had a puritanical streak that bordered on obsession. He was pompous, clinically controlling and full of himself. It was all Jake could do to appear interested and feign agreement as Frank Perry spewed his litany of judgmental drivel.

"Frank, I can't thank you enough for you insights; you have an incredibly in-depth knowledge in this area. I don't mean to pry and if I being inappropriate, please just say so and accept my apology but...you really seem to have a great deal of first hand...even personal knowledge."

Frank Perry was silent for a moment; he never lost his stoic and taciturn visage. Jake feared that he had strayed over the line. To his surprise and relief, Frank smiled ever so slightly and proceeded to tell his personal story.

"Very perceptive of you, Jack. I suppose there no harm in sharing some of my own experiences." 

Frank proceeded to elaborate on his wife, Barbara. He expounded at great length on her decadent and perverted sexual needs and involvement in the nudist community.

"How in the world did someone as level headed and responsible as Frank Perry end up marrying...what was her name...Barbara?"

I was young and foolish and believed I could correct the error of her ways. I was wrong; true evil can be very powerful."

"And your daughter, how has she turned out?"

"Fortunately I gained custody and was able to limit her contact with her mother over the last five years. I did not allow her to date without a chaperone in high school. I laid a firm groundwork with her in terms of what is acceptable and what is not. She is saving herself for marriage."

"I'd love to meet her; it would a refreshing experience to talk to a well grounded and virtuous young lady."

"She's not here; she should be checking in at college right now...unfortunately with her mother. I don't approve of it but she's nineteen now and I'm sure has the correct programming to be immune to her mother's evil ways."

"I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. You've laid a firm, disciplined foundation and she unlikely to be overly influenced by her mother's perversion."

"I'm quite sure of that fact."

"Well, again, Frank, I can't thank you enough for your time. I need to hit the road if I'm going to get home before dark."

Returning home that evening Frank contemplated his next move...if there was a next move. On Saturday afternoon he got in his car and drove the short hour to Vanessa's college; one hour in the other direction would be her mother's new home.

***

"Vanessa, there's an older---albeit very cute---guy waiting downstairs to talk to you."

Cute older guy? Her father certainly would not be considered cute. She was completely shocked but not displeased to see Jake. She screamed his name and ran into his arms greeting him more as a beloved relative than the man who had fucked her silly only a few nights earlier.

"How did you find me?" Jake gave her the abbreviated version.

"Are you staying over....can we...?"

"Spending the night with you certainly has its allure but I really have something else on my mind. Is there a coffee shop or someplace we could go and chat for a few minutes?" Soon they were sitting very close together in a booth at the closest university coffee house.

"I tend to be very direct, hon." Jake said after giving her the long version of his detective work. "I find your mother to be a fascinating woman; I'd really like to get to know her better...a lot better."

"That's going to be a real challenge, Jake." Vanessa said and then proceeded to give Jake a more thorough understanding of her mother's attitude toward men and relationships.

"I've got nothing but time, Vanessa. If I don't give it my best shot, I will always wonder."

"That's so damn sweet! How can I help?"

"Well, for the present, don't tell her we've had this chat. I'm thinking the direct approach is the best, so tomorrow I'm going to drive over to her new home and knock on her door."

"I agree; if you call her first she'll definitely put you off. It would be cool if you and she got together. Then when I come home on a weekend we could..."

"We'll see about that; in any event let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Why don't you stay over and fuck me?"

"Vanessa you are almost young enough to be my grand daughter and you might want to consider looking for a playmate closer to your own age."

"The time will come for that but I'm only nineteen! I don't need those distractions right now."

"I'm going to pass although my dick is fighting me on that count. I came to you first because I'm seriously interested in your mom and I'm not sure how she'd feel about you and I fucking without her present...if at all."

"I knew you were a nice guy! I understand. But if it doesn't work out...you only live an hour away...and I love your cock."

Vanessa and Jake embraced and kissed as he prepared to get back in his car. Her nimble little tongue probed his mouth and her small hands found his cock and groped him enticingly.

"Just a reminder, Jake, just in case it doesn't work out with mom."

***

Jake drove home with a hard-on that just would not go away.

Early the following afternoon Jake cruised the street on which Vanessa's new and obviously custom built home existed. There was a large pile of broken down corrugated at the curb. There was no car in evidence; the garage was closed. Just as indecision was about to overcome him, the familiar auto drove into the driveway and entered the garage. Pulling into the long driveway a few minutes later and walking to the impressive front door, Jake had no idea how it would go; he pushed the doorbell and took a deep breath. The door came open and there was Barbara in similar butt hugging jeans and a simple tee shirt.

She was obvious startled to see him standing there but quickly flashed that easy smile that had first...well actually secondly...made her so interesting.

"Jake! Well this is a surprise and a first! You are the consummate detective. Come in!"

"Would you like a drink?"

"Nonalcoholic?"

"Sweet tea?"

"That'll work."

"I know you have something on your mind, Jake but let me give you a little overview first. You were not the first devilishly attractive older man that my daughter and I enjoyed over the last month or so but you were definitely the best in all regards. You've probably figured out that we scouted you out and that the meeting in the market was not a complete accident. If that hadn't worked out we would have found another way to meet you. I like you Jake but I'm not remotely one to even think about anything involving a man that's more permanent than what we already had."

"That's what Vanessa said; and after spending two hours with Frank Perry I completely understand."

"What?"

"My turn now?"

"Absolutely." Jake gave her the long story.

"You have been busy...I'm impressed. But my head tells me that this is all wrong."

"Okay, Barbara, maybe it is. I'm not proposing, I'm just asking if there is a chance that you and I could get to know each other. I know you've got a career but we're only an hour away from each other and if you go to visit Vanessa you have to pass five minutes from my house."




A Night to Remember



"Did you fuck Vanessa when you went to see her?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Don't think I wasn't tempted and she certainly wanted me to; she's nineteen and I'm fifty. More important I'm far more interested in her mother."

"A fifty year old man who would rather fuck a forty year old than a nubile nineteen year old? Oh Please!"

"The forty year old sitting in front of him...yes. And more if you ever get past the damage done by one Frank Perry. I'm not Frank Perry. I've not been celibate since my wife died but nor have I been interested in another woman the way I'm interested in you. We'll play by your rules but what have you got to lose by giving it a shot?"

"My freedom, my sanity and my independence. I don't need a man, Jake; I make a very good living, I live my own life and I don't want someone telling me how to live it. But you're here...do you want to fuck? I love to fuck outside; the back yard is well hidden from the neighbors and no one lives behind me. Get naked." Barbara said, removing her jeans and tee shirt in a matter of a few seconds. Jake followed suit. Barbara led him out on the soft green grass beyond the deck. She sprawled on the grass face down and raised her delicious butt invitingly.

"Not every man can pull it off successfully, Jake, but you've got that little bit of extra length...I want a regular fuck...just kneel astride my ass and slip that fantastic fuck tool in my pussy...you know you'll get the ass fuck later...nice and slow...then let me feel your body against my back...talk to me...whisper in my ear...tell me what a great fuck I am...make me cum!"

Jake covered Barbara's smooth toned body with his own; he was almost giddy as he felt her warm skin next to his. Her womanly scent aroused him...excited him. His lips brushed softly against her neck and tanned shoulders. He found her slippery slot with his fingers, then slowly entered her...teasing her with his rock hard organ...reveling in the exquisite feeling as her hot, wet pussy accepted him. He remained motionless for some time; he felt her tremble.

"Fuck me baby...fuck me now." She whispered.

He moved slowly at first exiting her special opening and then teasing her with short strokes; she whimpered. Her breathing increased; she gasped in anticipation each time he left her body. At first she was impatient...wanting him to get on with it. Then she began to understand and enjoy the slow, languorous teasing strokes. 

"I love your skin...so soft...you are a very beautiful woman, Barbara...your body is perfect. I love fucking you...like nothing I've ever known before. I know you are close...cum for me baby...cum for me." And she did with a scream that probably was heard one house over. He rolled her over and kissed her gently but deeply; she seemed startled.

"You're still hard."

"I didn't cum yet...didn't want to until...ever..." Rolling on his back he carried Barbara with him. "It's your turn know...ride me...fuck me...make me cum."

At first Barbara sat upright astride Jake's more than ample organ, rotating her hips deliciously as she fixed him with a lascivious grin; he pulled her down with him. Gently brushing his lips across her still firm breasts he felt her shiver. She clasped her hand behind his head, pulling him into her bosom. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her face gently to his own and kissed her lovingly. She resisted only for a few seconds and then accepted his kisses...playfully nipping at his lip as her strong hips continued their relentless assault. She was an experienced woman and knew the signs; she gave a bit of payback as she slowed her undulating hips several times just as he was close. She soon tired of the game; she wanted his cum inside her. Jake came with a roar that was certainly heard at least one house down the street. Barbara collapsed on top of him. As she prepared to move, he held her tightly, burying his face in her neck...unwilling to lose the closeness...of her warm body.

"You're so special...a very special lady...thank you..."

"Oh, Jake...that was very nice...not what I was expecting...but very nice."

"So, you might consider giving my plan a try?"

"You are very dangerous! I've also been played by the best of them and I've developed a thick skin and a jaundiced eye. What do you really want? Where do you think this could possibly lead?"

"I want to spend time with you; I want to get to know you. I also want to have sex with you as often as is humanly possible. I can't get enough of your body...you turn me on like nothing and no one ever has. It'll lead wherever it will lead. We're both adults. As far as where it I would hope it would lead...Barbara, neither of us is getting any younger; I'm pretty much alone. My kids are grown and you daughter is away at college. I love my dogs and I certainly have a few friends but I did come to town lookin' for a woman...if you get my drift. Oh and I forgot what you told me to say...you are an amazing fuck...just for the record."

"But you want more...don't you."

"Probably...and in your heart so do you. Maybe we'll find it...together...maybe not...we have little to lose and a lot to gain."

"I'm disgustingly set in my ways and horribly independent. It will get to you...men need to be in control...make decisions...can you stay for dinner...and..."

"Dinner for sure..." I'm guessing the 'and' meant for the night but I need to get back to take care of my pups."

"'Probably just as well. Tomorrow is the first day in my new job so I need to get a decent night's sleep...which would not happen if you stayed over."

"Do you want to get dressed and go out for dinner?"

"Jake, bluntly I never want to get dressed...I hate clothes...let's whip something up here; I just stocked the fridge."

"Just so you have an apron that will cover my essential parts..."

"You cooked dinner last time...just sit down, have some wine and watch me work...I'm pretty handy in the kitchen too."

As Jake watched Barbara bustle around the kitchen without a stitch on he marveled at her beauty. She moved with purpose, occasionally smiling in his direction and adding commentary on what she was preparing.

"Tell me when you get to a good point in your prep work where you can pause without ruining the dinner."

"Why?"

I can't look at you even in your current domestic endeavors without getting hard...I want to fuck you...soon."

"Give me another five minutes....my you are ready..."

As Jake sensed that Barbara was finishing up her prep he rose and moved toward her trapping her between his lean body and the kitchen counter. "I can't wait any longer...I want you now!"

There was a bottle of virgin olive oil on the counter. Jake opened it and liberally coated his hard cock; he poured more into his cupped and lavished Barbara's tight crack with the slippery condiment. He work several slippery finger deep into her tightest hole.

"Oh fuck yes...ball my ass you delightfully nasty mother-fucker! I'm more than ready...give it to me...slide that fat pecker in my shitter...now...I want your cock in my ass now!" Jake obliged, delighting in the insanely hot tight orifice which Barbara presented to him.

"I love your ass baby...amazing ass...so soft...so hot...so damn tight."

"Jam it in your little anal slut...baby...make me scream...nice slow deep strokes...so much cock...so full of cock...oh, yes...cum for me baby...fill my ass with your cum...now...yesssss!"

They cleaned each other off; he kissed her and held her. She didn't fight it. Virtually wordlessly they served the dinner and moved to the nearby table to eat. He smiled at her between bites; she smiled back...grinned.

"I'm not quitting my job and I'm not moving. I do have a new construction project in the city near where you live; I'll have to be over there several days a week for most of the next six months. I don't see why we couldn't get together when I'm there. If you want to fuck Vanessa you have my permission."

"As tempting as that would be---no. I just wouldn't feel right about it."

"Suit yourself. I'd be lying if I said you don't turn me on---you do. I'm not interested in playing house ever again...but fucking you is quite satisfying."

"It's a start."

"Don't get your hopes up that it's ever going to be more."

A couple of hours later as Jake drove home he was not sure where things were going but at least it was a start. Barbara was as committed as anyone he had ever met to maintaining her freedom and independence. She was very stubborn on the point and after meeting her former husband, Jake understood to some degree.

Over the ensuing weeks and months they got together several days---and nights---a week. Sometimes they would spend a weekend together at one home or the other; sometimes she would put him off saying she "had plans". They took a couple of long weekend trips together. They did normal things...went to movies...concerts...dined out. The sex was always central to their relationship and only got better. Terms of endearment slipped into their conversation. They never fought about anything; they never discussed the elephant in the room. For whatever reason, holiday get togethers were out as far as Barbara was concerned. She did not seem to want to meet his kids if they came to visit or at least always had an excuse; it was as if that step was too big and would put them too close to an evolving relationship. There was no evolution; they had fun together and they fucked. They also watched football and read the Sunday paper in bed but in actions if not words Barbara had set the limits of where it would ever lead.

Jake was a little frustrated but he enjoyed her company and the sex was sublime. He didn't date anyone else. He didn't know and didn't ask if she did but he doubted it. He talked to Vanessa at least once a week on the phone; he kept her abreast of where things were going with her mom. Vanessa and Jake became close; she would still flirt with him on the phone but somehow both knew that it would go no farther than talk. She dated some boys in college and often called him to talk about it but never seemed to get serious. He enjoyed their chats. In terms of the odd relationship with Barbara, Jake began to accept it. It was not so bad in many respects; he rationalized that it had many of the good points of being married without some of the down sides. He loved her...was in love with her...missed her when she wasn't there. He knew she felt a genuine affection for him, possibly even loved him but Frank Perry had left a scar that just wouldn't go away.

***

"Jake?" Vanessa. Listen a girl friend who lives in your city has offered me a ride. I have to get away from this school for the weekend. Any chance I could beg a night's lodging? I promise I won't try to jump you. If you're busy you won't even see me...I just need a break."

"You're welcome here anytime honey; I won't be here tonight. I made a commitment I can't break down state and I'm spending the night rather than drink and drive. I won't be back until late Saturday afternoon. Let me tell you where I hide a key. The dogs will go crazy but give 'em a few minutes of 'get acquainted' across the fence and they'll remember you. Would that be okay?"

"That would be great; I don't mean to pester you and wasn't looking to be entertained...just a change of scenery for a couple of days."

"Make yourself at home."

"You and mom aren't getting together this weekend?"

"She didn't want to go with me...old friend...landmark birthday celebration...but I think she's going to come over late Saturday but it was not set in stone."

"I see."

Jake had a cell phone but often forgot it; half an hour from home he realized it was sitting in the charger in the kitchen. He was not going to drive back for it. He also seldom checked his home answering machine. His two kids were the only people in the world outside of Barbara and Vanessa he really cared about and he would call and leave his kids a message when he got to his destination so they wouldn't worry. The car had On Star so he had emergency cell communications if he needed it. 

Josh, Jakes twenty-five year old son worked about a three hour drive away and one state over. It was his first job out of law school. He'd often drive up for the weekend to see his dad. Since his long time relationship dating back to his sophomore year in college had finally come to the bitter end he was on the prowl. He hadn't grown up where his dad lived but he had met several interesting girls there on his visits. He genuinely enjoyed hanging out with Jake; Jake would turn in reasonably early and Josh would head down town or call a friend. He tried the house and his dad's cell; he left a message on both and hit the road for the three hour trip.

Vanessa's friend dropped her off at Jake's well before Josh arrived; she let herself in after reacquainting herself with the dogs, put her stuff in the guest room and took a shower. She didn't even bother to blow dry her hair; she donned an old comfortable pair of sweats, found the note and the bottle of wine Jake had left for her, fed the dogs and moved outside to relax by the pond. She just needed to unwind; in spite of the wild night she and her mother had enjoyed with Jake he had become more of a friend---even a father figure. She still flirted with him but no where near as lewdly as she once had. Her freshman year was almost over; it had been just over nine months since that incredible night.

She was surprised to hear the garage door open a little over an hour after her own arrival. She was even more surprised when a much younger version of Jake came out through the sliding door. She'd seen his picture; there was no denying his parentage. 

"You must be Josh! Hi, I'm Vanessa." She said, extending her hand.

Josh was more than a little surprised to find Vanessa sitting out by his dad's Koi pond. She was wearing rather formless sweats, no makeup and her hair was still damp. None of that remotely mattered; his was instantly smitten. Before he could answer, Vanessa spoke.

"I'm a friend of your dad's...I go to college about an hour from here...he's away for the night...told me I could hang out...he and my mom sort of date."

His dad had made several vague and cryptic references to his new, "lady friend". And this was her daughter. If she looked anything like her mother...well dad always did gave good taste. Josh was pretty sure that he would forgo a trip down town to cruise the club scene. He found a glass and shared the rest of the bottle with her. They got hungry and decided to cook dinner together; dad always had a well stocked larder. After dinner they lit a fire in the fire pit out by the pond. They talked...about everything. As the fire waned and a chill hit the air they moved inside to the family room and lit the gas logs. As would be expected they ended up in each others' arms...making out on the sofa for sometime before Vanessa took Josh's hand and led him upstairs to the guest room. As they made love too many times to count through the night the two young people fell hopelessly in love.

As they were making breakfast together the next morning a little after nine, the phone rang. Josh answered; it was Jake.

"Josh! What the hell are you doing there? There was/is a young lady who was supposed to be spending the night...daughter of my friend...also a friend..."

"That would be the incredibly lovely Vanessa? We've become very well acquainted."

"I see."

"Hold on; she wants to say hi."

"I'm really sorry Vanessa I didn't know..."

"Oh no apology required...not in a million years. Josh and I have become very good friends."

"Vanessa, he knows nothing about...I don't think he needs to know particularly since I'm sensing that you two are hitting it off."

"I couldn't agree more. When will you be back?"

"Mid afternoon."

"See you then."

Jake hung up the phone and smiled; Vanessa was a great girl. Josh was a wonderful young man. From the sounds of things they'll probably end up married before her mother and I ever will---if we ever will he thought to himself.

The physical attraction between the off spring of Jake and Barbara was undeniable; they could not keep there hands off each other. What both had come to realize by the time Jake pulled back in the driveway a little after three was that they clicked on far more than a physical level. They were both bright kids with quick wits and good hearts. There world views were not that dissimilar. Vanessa was twenty; Josh had just turned twenty-six...age was not an issue. From Josh's perspective he was already picking out the ring. Vanessa had never felt so safe and comfortable with a young man in her young life. Yep, she thought to herself this is definitely the guy.

Jake came in the house and greeted his guests receiving a manly but always special hug from his son and a demure and decidedly daughterly one from Vanessa. When he went back out to the open garage to retrieve his overnight bag, Barbara was just turning into the driveway. He opened her car door; they hugged and kissed. There was always genuine affection between them; they had missed each other.

"You have company? Maybe I should..."

"Barbara you cannot refuse to be any part of my life that does not involve you forever. Yes I have guests; they are dying to see you. Come on."

Barbara was not a woman easily startled but the look on her face when she saw Josh and Vanessa standing together and obviously 'more than friends' was priceless. Vanessa didn't miss it. Josh was a little confused and Jake...well Jake just squeezed her hand tightly and introduced his son to her. Barbara was gracious but definitely wanted a private moment with Jake.

"Let's go to the wine cellar and pick a good bottle for the four of us." She said half dragging Jake behind her.

"What the fuck?" She exclaimed as soon as they were out of ear shot. Jake gave her the saga of what had been truly an accidental meeting.

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this."

"They are adults, hon."

"But you and I and Vanessa..."

"Best that it remain with you, me and Vanessa?"

"Without question."

They returned upstairs and joined the kids; Barbara was quickly her normal charming and fun self. The four of them cooked dinner together. After dinner the kids excused themselves and headed off to bed together.

"He's a really nice kid...bright...witty...a younger version of you."

"He's a good kid---great kid. I love spending time with him. He never ceases to amaze me...I'm very proud of him."

"What's he do?"

"Lawyer...corporate law."

"And he lives three hours from here and less than two from Vanessa's college?"

"Uh, huh."

"You know they're up there fucking like bunnies."

"Uh, huh."

"You're okay with that?"

"Oh hell, Barbara---they were made for each other. You can see it in their eyes. You're daughter is a very special, bright, neat and good girl. If it works out between them I couldn't be happier."

"How would that affect our relationship?"

"Well, they'd probably think it's a little strange---which it is---but they love us and they'd be fine with it."

Barbara got up and moved onto Jake's lap. "I do love you...you know that don't you? You are not like any man I thought existed. I know I'm being difficult."

"You are but I understand; we've come a long way. I've got nothing but time and I am not letting you slip away."

"Let's go to bed; we're the only ones not fucking in this house; let fix that."

Jake and Barbara were a particularly adventurous and wonderfully nasty couple when it came to sex; they had fun. They also often just made love...more often as the months had passed. Just before she drifted off to sleep in the arms of this unique man she had grown so fond of her thoughts turned to her life with Frank Perry and her life since. In Jake's arms there was no pain, anger or regret. They would make a great couple---were great together. If only she could cast out the final demons and be the woman---the wife—he wanted and needed to her be...and maybe, just maybe she desperately wanted to be?




A Night to Remember



Over the ensuing weeks Josh and Vanessa spent almost every weekend together. When summer came she moved in with him. Before she did so she told Josh about her father and mother to include the summer she had spent with her mother before starting college which also included the night she, Barbara and Jake had spent together. Vanessa was terribly afraid of what his reaction would be but knew they were headed down a road that demanded complete honesty between them. She should have known she had nothing to fear; Josh found the story incredibly humorous.

"When my mom was alive...when my sister and I were growing up we used to giggle conspiratorially about mom and dad's sex life. As we grew older they were both disarmingly candid about it. It probably has a lot to do with why we grew up without any hang-ups in that department. Before mom got sick they couldn't keep their hands off each other. I always knew my dad had good taste in women; mom was a very beautiful, vivacious and sexual being...not at all unlike your mother. One of us needs to tell my dad that the cat is out of the bag. That would be my job."

"Josh, your dad and I talked briefly about it last time we were there; he doesn't like secrets. I think he wanted to be sure that you and I were really serious but he's wanted to tell you...just didn't know how to broach the subject. Speaking of hang-ups...with my history with my father I should have a whole bunch of them. I don't. Aren't you curious about that?"

"I knew you'd tell me when the time was right."

"I don't hate my father; mom does and I guess she has every right. Was he an obsessively over controlling and over protective father? Sure, but so are lots of parents; I probably would not have excelled academically the way I did without his discipline. It's different being a kid in that environment than being the man's wife. Was my mother at the other extreme? Only as it pertained to sex, nudity and such. There's no question that she was over compensating for dad when I'd be with her. Thanks to mom I got a pretty thorough sexual education at a reasonably young age; when I talk to other girls at college I realize how damn lucky I am. I'm not ashamed of my body; I'm certainly not ashamed that I enjoy sex."

"I don't think mom and dad ever went to a nudist resort but neither of them was self conscious about being naked."

"Any young woman who says she's not had a 'bi-curious' moment is lying to herself. Well, I've been there, done that and have the tee shirt to prove it. My first---and only---bi experience with a woman was with my mother. Incest issues aside she introduced me to that aspect of human sexuality in a very loving way and allowed me to go my own way. Mom is not a swinger; she always wanted one man to love her and fuck her brains out. Sex is supposed to be fun and uninhibited. Frank Perry could never see that. Let me get one other issue off the table and then we're done with this---unless you need to talk more---and then it's time for you to fuck me."

"If I must."

"Look, that night with your dad...he was a virtual stranger...no strings and no attachments. We never expected to see him again. 'It never happened again---not that I wouldn't have screwed your dad in a heartbeat but he fell for mom in a big way and in spite of how exciting that night was for all three of us he just didn't feel right about a return engagement and I respect him immensely for it. Over the last year he's become more like a father than anything and I love him to death. I think mom and I came to the realization that our carnal activities that summer were over the top. No regrets and what's done is done but there was no way it was ever going to happen again. So if you've got visions of the four of us getting naked and fucking our brains out...don't hold your breath."

"I'm sure you mother is lot's of fun in the sack but I've got all the woman I can handle---or ever want to handle---right here beside me."

"A very good answer, young Josh! One last thought: your father is a very talented lover. It would appear that he passed his expertise down to his offspring in his DNA and that off spring has refined and improved on what was very close to perfection. I love you Josh; you turn me on like no man I've ever imagined. You push all my buttons; you thrill and surprise me every time. I never want another man...to have sex with another man. Definitely even more important is the fact that I love being with you in or out of the sack."

"I've never spent time with any woman---anyone---who makes me smile the way you do. I love you baby."

"Show me."

One has to believe that Barbara and Jake would have been very proud of how well adjusted their children were and what special young adults they had become. Vanessa went back to school at the end of the summer. After her sophomore year she moved back in with Josh and transferred to a university nearby. Josh asked Vanessa to marry him; she said yes but wanted to wait until she graduated---which would occur in under four years from when she had started college. They told their respective parents the good news on one of their frequent visits to Jake's house. Neither of them was particularly surprised and certainly neither was displeased. 

The odd relationship between Jake and Barbara had evolved ever so slightly as the relationship between their children had flourished. Josh had told his father that he knew about the "night". Jake and Barbara were relieved that the big secret was finally out in the open.

After the kids had left, Barbara and Jake cuddled together following another of their marathon sessions that had left them both delightfully spent. Barbara smiled as she felt the remnants of Jake's cum slip from her slippery slot and reveled in the feeling of safety and comfort that his arms always provided. She loved everything about this wonderful man; he would make a wonderful husband...but could she ever again be a man's wife? She wasn't getting any younger; she had come to miss him terribly when he wasn't there with her. He'd been so damned patient...he loved her.

"I wonder how the kids would feel about a double wedding?"

"Are you proposing to me Ms. Perry?" Jake said, more than a little startled by her overture.

"I know that's typically a male role but you know full well that I'm a modern, liberated woman."

"I think they would be absolutely ecstatic."

"Okay, let me try this more directly. Do you really...no...will you marry me Jake?"

"The answer is and always was yes."

"Okay, that's good. Some minor details. I want to keep working. The company doesn't want to lose me and has agreed to let me move here. We have a lot of new projects on the table in this part of the state and there's nothing I can't handle electronically---from a home office. The travel will be decidedly local and the hours significantly shorter. I want to buy a house here."

"A new house for us to live in?"

"No! I love this house; I fell in love with you in this house. I'm thinking an investment property, possibly an upscale duplex---one half of which is always there for me if things..."

"Get suffocating?"

"Uh, huh. I want my own bank accounts; I'll certainly contribute financially but...and a pre-nup. A pretty simple one, actually. What's mine is mine and what's yours is yours and anything we acquire together we split down the middle if it doesn't work out."


"Sounds very reasonable."

"I'm terrified of marriage---you know that. Married people get lazy...the sex goes to hell...they fight about stupid shit...take each other for granted."

"Can I add a few things to the agreement?"

"Sure...I guess."

"Okay, first, when we're not having guests or cooking food that spatters we don't wear any clothing. You suck my cock first thing every morning...before or after I devour your delightful little cunt. You ensure that you come home at least three days a week---not counting weekends---and we fuck. We make love at least once each night and, oh yeah, do we need to include the periodic and always wonderfully nasty ass fuck in there?"

"Does that include me fucking you in the ass?"

"Not something I every thought I'd be into but you've completely changed my perspective in that area. 'Only seems fair."

"I wasn't sure how you'd respond the first time I suggested it. Most men would find it terribly...unmanly."

"I suppose but the fact that it turns you on so much to don that strap on and fuck me in the ass...turns me on like nothing I could have imagined. When I feel your bushy little mound against my ass...your warm breath and mouth on my back...your hands on my cock... Plus, I know what always follows and if you remember it was that amazing ass of yours that started this whole relationship."

"One more thing; in spite of 'that night' we leave our kids out of our sexual exploits...I just think that would be healthier. I mean on one hand I'm sure I'd enjoy fucking Josh and I know you'd love to screw Vanessa again but..."

"I sense that they have little interests in fucking a couple of old farts like us."

"No cheating; I don't cheat...I know you never did when your wife was alive..."

"Goes without question."

"Damn, old man! I thought you were completely fucked out! You're hard again?"

"You started it."

"Let's go out on the deck; it's warm tonight. Fuck me like you did that first time on the cushions...since Vanessa is not here to help, start in my pussy...and then cum in my ass...just for old time's sake."

The couple scampered out to the deck and Barbara quickly assumed the same position she had that night; she squealed and giggled as he slapped her full and perfect rump. She came first as she almost always did. "In my ass...cum in my ass...let me feel you in my ass...ohhh! That's right...deeper...faster...now just cum for me baby...you're close...yesssss!"

They cuddled together in post coital bliss. "I love you, Josh. I've avoided saying it...tried to stay protected but I truly love you."

"I'll never hurt you baby."

"I know that now."

The kids were ecstatic about the concept of a double wedding---and a double honeymoon. They found a remote island in the Caribbean with two sumptuous cottages which would be stocked with food for the week. The wedding was small and intimate but spectacular in its elegance.

During the honeymoon the two couples got together for most of their meals; when not together neither couple donned clothing. By dinner of the second day both woman had dispensed with tops; by breakfast the next morning they wore simple thongs; the men wore little more. By that evening---it was Barbara who initiated it and Vanessa quickly followed suit---all four were completely naked. The two couples also became completely indiscreet and each couple got more than a glimpse of the others' sexual activities. Jake and Barbara brushed up against the subject one evening as they cuddled together in the warm Caribbean air.

"I know we decided it would be unhealthy...should we...how do we broach that subject with our kids...would you be okay with it?" Barbara asked. Little did they know that their children were having a similar discussion.

When it happened there really wasn't any discussion. Somehow the four of them had decided that it would be okay. As often happens the two women started the ball rolling and in spite of their misgivings the two men gave in quickly. Jake and Josh were both comfortable enough with their own sexuality not to be uncomfortable in the same bed together with the two woman they both loved but the encounter was decidedly heterosexual as far as Josh and Jake were concerned. The two couples were in full sight and touch with each other switched back and forth several times.

As they all recovered and giggled together, Barbara spoke. "I want to make love to my daughter one more time...baby?" Vanessa nodded. "You guys okay with that?" They nodded. Hell, what normal male isn't turned on watching two beautiful women make love? "Gentlemen, feel free to join us." Barbara intoned. Josh had a plan.

"I want your ass, baby." Josh whispered in Vanessa's ear. "It yours...always." Josh got on his back and the lovely Vanessa squatted over him, inserting his long cock deep inside her rectum, then laid back against his strong young body. Barbara assumed her position between her daughter's thighs alternately eating her sweet young pussy and licking Josh's sack. Jake kissed Vanessa's face and breasts before moving on to that object which had first enticed him. Barbara's full rump was perfectly presented and Jake took no time in sinking his rock hard organ into her well lubed little muscle.

Over the days that followed there were myriad iterations of that first night when the barrier had been broken. As the two couples drove back from the airport to Jake and Barbara's house, Vanessa raised the issue on everyone's mind. "Do we leave it on the island?"

Barbara chimed in. "If it happens again it happens. A simple rule: no fucking each other's spouses unless we're all together...that would feel like cheating. If we're all together...in the same room...no pairing off and going to another room... and we're all comfortable with it...but not like a plan...spontaneous."

"It's getting late; you guys aren't driving home tonight---are you?"

"I was hoping to wangle an invitation to stay over!" Josh said. Later Jake and his son would talk about what had transpired.

"Are you sure you're right with this, son?"

"I will admit I wasn't sure at first but then I remembered a discussion we once had. You told me that no matter how good the pussy is at home, men are pigs and they always are thinking about the grass on the other side of the fence. I know you thought about it and I still don't know how you avoided the temptation when mom was alive."

"I loved your mother; I came damn close a few times. It never got past a little grope, fondle and kissing..."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable dad, but bluntly as astounding as Vanessa is in the sack, Barbara is a completely different and mind blowing partner."

"Now that we're laying our cards on the table, fucking your twenty-one year old wife at my ripe old age is like visiting the fountain of youth."

"Are we rationalizing that all of this is good for or respective marriages?"

"Probably a little bit; there are certainly hazards. I think our wives would be okay whichever way we go; I suspect they're having a very similar discussion this very instant. We probably need to get together and have a mature discussion about where we go from here."

They did so; the rule they agreed on was simple. If any one of the four of them ever became uncomfortable it ended. With the air clear and everyone on the same page they prepared dinner together and then retired to the master bedroom.

It's been twenty years and Jake at seventy doesn't look much older than he did at fifty and Barbara has matured with grace. Vanessa is an even more striking woman in her early forties than she was at nineteen. Jake and Josh are often mistaken for brothers. A substantial addition was added to Jake and Barbara's house in the form of an attached guest house nearly the size of the main home and more than adequate to accommodate their two children. Jake and Barbara are typical doting grand parents. A third addition was added to provide space for the business which Jake and Josh came up with and in which Barbara and Vanessa are intimately involved. They all work from home. The children will soon be going off to college and will need to be told about their parent unique living arrangement. Both parents and grand parents will be surprised to discover that the very bright children figured it out years ago and came to the realization that it contributed directly to the stable home environment which too many of their peers did not enjoy.

The adults are discreet and careful and only get together to fuck when the kids are in school, camp or asleep. The secret passageway between the two master suites facilitates the nightly trysts. The children discovered it years earlier. Having just reached the age of consent both are involved in their own sexual discovery...together. They often wonder if they will ever be invited into the inner sanctum. With the impatience of youth they decide to invite themselves to the initial consternation of their elders. Ultimately a carpenter is called to construct and much large bed in each of the master bedrooms...one large enough for six.

What ever happened to Frank Perry? Does anyone really give a damn?



A Night to Remember



A night to remember, a story by Marc and Leigh 

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His Story -- The Scene is set

I knew it was going to be a good night tonight. As I was getting ready, I grinned evilly while I contemplated what I was going to do tonight. I was wearing my Italian leather shoes; a pair of black trousers that would help me to remain unnoticed in the crowds and a loose fitting light coloured flannel shirt. And of course, as always my lucky pounamu, a Maori good luck stone. Somehow, I always know this helps guide my way.

I leave in the taxi waiting outside, the hot night air upon me. As I sit in a pleasurable silence, lost again to my world of contemplation, I imagine the night that lies ahead. Finally arriving at my destination, the sounds of the night already fill the air and a warm scent of candles light my way as I pay the driver and walk confidently towards the club. I reach the doors. I'm patted down by the bouncer, looking for any excuse to deny my entry, but, finding none, I flash my best smile and walk confidently past him. I pay my money and wonder into the depths of the club. The music beating hard and loud, the place is already filling up nicely. Good, I didn't arrive too early. And then I see her. Just a fleeting glimpse, as she stands at the bar in the corner near the far wall. I order from the bar nearest me, as I watch her from afar . . . 

Her beautiful legs encased in sleek knee length leather high heeled boots look just stunning to me. My gaze being drawn up her legs to meet her plaid skirt, far too short for decency. I bet she knows it and I bet she loves the attention. My view is interrupted momentarily as someone goes over to hit on her and I see her shake her head. He wonders away, embarrassed. My view, again unobstructed, I'm careful to remain out of her line of sight. My gaze travels up over her perfect form resting again on her perfect breasts, accentuated only by the beauty of the top she's wearing. As she turns toward the bar to order another drink, I can't help but steal glances at her perfect bum and I see she can't be wearing a bra as her top is backless. Good. That should make things easier I think to myself, determined that she will be mine before the night has ended.

I cautiously walk over to her, her dark hair flowing down around her shoulders; our eyes meet as she turns toward me. I say nothing to her, I just keep walking until I'm inside her personal space. I know she can feel my breath on her, as I can feel hers on me, my eyes boring into her. I don't say a word as my hand snakes slowly up under her skirt. She isn't wearing any underwear. She must really need it tonight. I gently rest my hand on her hot pussy and for an instant I see her think about pushing me away until I touch her hot clit. Then she just melts against me, her arms around my waist, concealing where my hand is. My other arm around her back supporting her weight as I lean her gently against the bar. I pay for her drink as though there is nothing out of the ordinary. The bar man gives me a slightly quizzical look but I simply flash my smile at him and wink and I tell him not to worry, I'm an old friend. I don't think he believes me but, it doesn't matter. It's too late. Feeling her grind herself against my hand, I know I have won this first battle with her. She can't resist my touch but it's not quite enough. I hear her whispering: "please" in my ear as I collect my change. I grin back at her, my eyes flashing that same evil glint they had before. I look at her and tell her firmly: "Not yet, you won't cum until I let you, until you beg me," and with that, I lift her off her chair. My hand snaking inside her top and we walk towards the exit, flicking her nipple stud. She must like it as she presses up against me hard, trying to stifle a moan, but nobody in the crowded club sees.

She blushes lightly as my hand moves lower down, reaching behind her again I rest my fingers underneath her pussy. If anyone would care to look, her bum is exposed. But the club is far to crowded for anyone to notice, even her squirms on me are taken for her having just had a little too much to drink. As we reach the door I move my hand around her waist and kiss her gently, giving the bouncers something to think about. They eye me jealously. Good. I don't like the way they manhandled me anyway, just because they didn't want a single man in the club. Well I'm not alone anymore and I give them a bit of a show as we walk outside. I turn her to face them and, standing behind her, I pinch both of her nipples until they are like bullets through her top -- I don't think either of us will be allowed back in but, it was worth it to see the looks on their faces. She asks me in a pleading but irresistible voice: "why?" and I grin at her, simply answering: "Because I can" and then I kiss her again, this time more forcefully.

She melts against me, all her will to resist forgotten. She needs me now, needs to cum more than she's ever needed anything. I make sure of this before I hail a taxi for us to go back to her place and as we get in, I ask her where she lives. The taxi driver knows it, he says it's about 10 minutes. I just know she'll cum for me before we get there. As we sit down in the taxi, she tries to sit with her legs together but I have other ideas. My fingers easily find my way back to her clit, her legs instinctively spread for me and I kiss her deeply . . . 

Her Story -- The journey home 

I feel his hands snake up my inner thigh and under my skirt as he moves in towards me. His hand parts my legs and finds its way to my panty-less pussy. My eyes close as his mouth melts against mine in the back of the taxi. We kiss slowly, deeply and passionately as his fingers start to tease my hot clit. I instinctively spread my legs wide to give him better access as I kiss him back harder. 

I finally pull away from his kiss and open my eyes, my lips still tingling slightly. I see the way he looks and me and at that moment, I know I'm in for a fantastic night. He increases the pace of his fingers on my swollen clit slightly, but not enough. He certainly knows what he's doing. He grins evilly as I look at him with a deep need now filling my hot pussy. I reach out and my hand slowly finds its way to rest on the rapidly growing bulge in his pants. Oh god, I needed to feel that. I feel like my heart's skipped a beat. 

A small moan escapes my lips as he slowly slides one of his fingers inside my now incredibly wet pussy. One of my hands finds its way up my body and starts kneading my breast, giving him a show as he slowly finger fucks me. I close my eyes again just as he slides yet another finger inside me. I'm in heaven and can feel my body just melting into him, still lightly stroking his now hard cock through his pants. 

In my own little world, I feel the cool air as he pulls the material of my top away from my right breast and open my eyes to see him lowering his mouth over my nipple, his fingers still slowly pumping in and out of me. I moan loudly this time. Then something catches my eye. The taxi driver is watching us in the rear-view mirror, only one eye on the road. That pervert! I catch his eye and smile devilishly at him and let out an even louder moan as I feel those magic fingers pump into me again, displaying my swollen clit and wet pussy lips to the taxi driver, putting on a brilliant show for him. This feels so good but the dirty bastard will definatly pay for this when I get him alone!

I close my eyes again as he slips another finger into me, still sucking on my nipple, now flicking my piercing with his tongue. I need him to let me cum now. I can feel it building up in my groin and I want, no, I need release. I lean over and whisper in his ear for him to finger fuck me harder and how much I want him to make me cum. But he just releases my breast from his warm mouth, smiles at me and shakes his head. 

Finding the buttons to the front of his pants, I pull them open and slip my hand in and wrap my fingers round his deliciously hard cock, stroking slowly I plead with him again to let me cum. I watch that same evil grin play across his lips as he slowly shakes his head again. He's wanted this all along, torturing me by keeping me just on the edge of orgasm. He wants me to give in completely, to let the taxi driver know that he might be able to look, but, I'm his prize and nobody else's. God, it feels great but I need more. So, not bothering to whisper this time, I ask him: "Please! Let me cum. I need to cum for you so bad" and he only responds with one word: "Beg!" 

Feeling his thumb continue its slow dance on my clit, I can't help but moan out loud in frustration as well as pleasure. He's still slipping his fingers slowly in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I can't take it any more and I give in to him, "Oh GOD, PLEASE! Let me cum!" He smiles an evil and victorious grin and quickly leans over and kisses me hard on the mouth, His tongue intertwining with mine. His fingers start to pound me faster and his thumb is moving on my throbbing clit. It's all just too much. Overwhelmed by these sensations I let out a loud orgasmic moan against his mouth just as we pull into my driveway. Feeling it wash over me, as my whole body tenses around the sensations in my hot pussy, I moan loudly for him, my submission to him complete in his mind judging by the smug look on his face as he continues to make me ride the aftershocks as I moan around his kisses. 

He pulls his fingers out of my now spasming cunt, juices coating his fingers as he holds them to my mouth for me to hungrily suck. He pays the driver, saying cockily over his shoulder: "I hope you liked the show" and I follow him out of the cab towards my front door. He thinks he's won, I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants as I fumble for the keys. As I turn the lock, I know everything is about to change, this is my domain and I am in control. I knew I'd end up here tonight, and I'm prepared for him!

His Story -- The ties that bind 

We finally make it to her place and she pulls me upstairs, almost forcefully now and I feel a change come over her suddenly. I feel my control rapidly slipping away as her confidence builds. She kisses me hard, dragging me all the way up the stairs. I'm pushed down into a chair and she begins slowly, seductively dancing for me. She positions my hands so she can straddle me. Then, as she's straddling me, I hear a snap as she quickly cuffs me to the chair. She had this planned! 

I fear for my predicament as she is now the one grinning evilly. She leans close enough that I can almost taste her as she whispers sexily in my ear: "You're going to pay for what you did to me." I shrink back in the chair as best I can, remembering how I teased her, never saying more then a few words, making her beg me to cum in the taxi as the driver watched, pinching her nipples for the bouncers.. Oh God, I'm in trouble! 

She moves away from me slightly, just out of reach. She hits play on the CD player and starts a very slow, very seductive dance, my cock already hard from the excitement. I'm loosing control at the prospect of this raven haired beauty dancing for my pleasure. No, not for me. To punish me. I test my bonds and can't quite reach out to grab her breasts to make her mine. She moves closer, so tantalizingly close and my cock is so hard. As she slowly pulls her top over her head, flashing those gorgeous breasts to me she asks me: "do you want these?" as she runs her fingers over them, making them so hard for me, she's almost panting as she does but she won't let me touch them.

She wants me to beg, it's not that easy though. I beckon her closer and foolishly she moves towards me. I whisper in her ear: "Of course I do, you hot little slut" with that, I bite her ear, holding her close, just enough that she can't move away without it hurting. I let my tongue flick out and quickly move to her neck, she almost falters as she leans in against me. But she's too quick for me and regains her composure.

She looks down at me, something akin to pity in her eyes, then grins evilly at me; "now who's the toy?" I'm ashamed to admit it but I'm loving this strength in her, but, I won't tell her. She continues her dance for me, making sure to stroke herself just how she knows I'll love. I watch as she leans back on her bed, her fingers gently slipping in and out of her sopping wet pussy. I can see the need on her face but I know my control is broken. If she asks again, I am hers and she can see this change on my face as I watch her stroking herself for me. Slowly sitting up, still fingering herself, she looks at me almost innocently. She draws her fingers out of herself, walking over to me, running her slick fingers over my lips. I eagerly try to suck her juices off her fingers but she quickly pulls away and tells me to ask her for what I want as she slowly seductively makes me watch as she licks all of her fingers clean, as if she's sucking on a hard cock. So, I do the only thing left to me; I plead with her to let me lick her hot pussy for her, to make her cum for me, to let me fuck her tight little waiting pussy that I know from her juice covered fingers tastes amazing!

Finally she gives up to my pleas and lays at the edge of the bed where I can lean forward in my chair. I go to work on her hot clit, flicking it with my tongue before slowly, tantalizingly, letting my tongue slip inside of her. I can see she loves every second of it as she throws her head back in pleasure, almost screaming as I feel her so close to orgasm. If I make her cum again she will be mine again and she realizes far too soon. As she manages to separate herself from my probing tongue, unwrapping her legs from around my head, I take in every last part of her I can, planting kisses as she pulls away. 

She looks down at me and smiles; "you almost had me there." I grin back up a mixture of triumph and failure on my face, knowing I've at least made her want me so much that she can't help herself. She needs to feel me, as she pulls my trousers down and off, my cock springing free. She gazes on it almost reverently. As she positions herself above me, I can feel the heat of her pussy, just a little bit more and she'll be mine again. I know she won't be able to resist me. She can see it in my eyes though and grins cheekily at me. She whispers in my ear: "You know, I don't think you want it enough... by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging so much you'll have forgotten what it even feels like to be in control"

I know she is right, as she sinks to her knees before me. Making me watch each and every agonizingly pleasurably second as her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, before taking me fully into her mouth, sinking down until I feel her nose pressing against me, deep throating me. I feel her throat spasm around me, almost milking me. I can't help but let out a high moan of pleasure, almost screaming there and then. As she slowly returns to the tip of my cock, teasing me, I can't help but beg. She was so right, I need her, I need to feel her pussy wrapped around me, encasing me, it's the only way I can survive this sweet torment she is forcing upon me. I need her, I need to feel her legs around me and I keep telling her so. She drives me so wild until finally, a seeming eternity later, she slowly, so slowly (oh my god, she's going to pay for this when I get free) she reaches me and kisses me fully on the mouth incredibly passionately, keeping her eyes open this once as she watches me.

Finally she thrusts herself down upon me, all the way. She's so wet and I'm so hard, unable to stop ourselves. My tongue everywhere at once on her body like a tornado, making her scream her desires, pumping in and out of her. She realizes that she has won this battle and I've given in to her completely even after trying to turn the tables... Knowing this drives her just over the edge. She starts to cum hard for me, my cock buried in her, my bonds chaffing just a little as I try so hard to wrap my arms around her. Then, I too grunt and moan in ecstasy, exploding deep inside her hot wet pussy, flooding her with my cum as she rides me hard finally then slowing down and just riding me gently...

She asks me if anything is wrong, she realizes I'm still as hard as a rock inside of her hot pussy. I simply smile at her and beckon her closer... This time, breaking the chair as I rip my handcuffs free of their binding, regaining control in one sudden movement, I press her back down to the bed... Moaning as I whisper in her ear, she just made me cum that hard and my cock is still hard for her. I'm totally in control of her again now. She realizes how quickly the tables have turned but she can't help but love this too as she slowly gives in to the pleasure. My cock starts to slide sooo gently inside of her... 

Her Story -- When Bonds are Broken 

As he slides inside of me so very slowly, making me feel every ridge of his cock, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of ecstasy. He wanted control over me. He slides his cock into me so slowly, frustratingly slowly, I wanted to grab him and pull him into me as fast and hard as I can but he held me down, pinning my arms above my head with his big strong hands. 

When he was finally all the way inside of me, filling me so completely, the weight of his body pressing down upon me with his cock buried deep inside my aching pussy, I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure and longing. He then, so agonizingly slowly pulled all the way out again, making sure I again felt every ridge of his cock as my pussy gripped him tight. Trying so hard to thrust back against him, to pull him back inside of me but failing. His cock only pressing my pussylips, nuzzling my clit. 

This time when he slid back into me, I instinctively try to raise my hips to meet his, wanting him inside of me so badly, trying to regain some control but to no avail. This is his time to be in control, his revenge for my teasing. I'm struggling, overcome by lust I want him to fuck me hard and I can't take it any longer. I know what he wants, and I know what I need, he wants me to beg him to fuck me but I won't give in, I can't, I still have some control. 

Still pinning my arms above my head with one hand, he uses the other to hold my hips to the bed and continue to slide slowly into me before repeating this again and again, agonizingly methodically slowly. I feel as if my pussy is on fire for him. I need him too fuck me faster than this. I need to cum for him so I do the only thing I know how to do; I beg like the bitch in heat he is making me. "Please, please, please!!! Oh god, let me cum! Please!" I beg of him to let me. I beg him to fuck me faster so I can cum all over his big hard cock. But he wants more and continues with his agonizingly slow assault on my pussy. 

I'm so wet that my juices are dripping out of me onto the bed as he continually fucks me agonizingly slowly. I plead for more; "Please let me cum for you!" And still he slides slowly in and out of me. It's like the sweetest torture. I can't control myself. I surrender totally to him and scream out for him to fuck me. Finally, he does. He pulls out of me, his cock glistening with my juices and pushes himself forcefully back into me, hard and fast, filling me all the way to the hilt. That's it for me, My legs start shaking uncontrollably and I'm moaning and screaming so loud as I cum I'm sure someone will hear but I'm beyond caring. 

My orgasm is so powerful as it rocks through me, I feel it like a wave as it floods my entire body while he continues to fuck me long and hard. As I come down from my orgasm he releases my hands and allows me to wrap my long legs around his body and help him to pound into me harder. I grab his back and dig my fingernails in as he fucks me. Harder and faster, I've never been fucked like this in my life and I love it. Once again I feel a familiar tingling building up inside me and scream out that I'm cumming as I start another fantastic orgasm. He feels the contractions in my pussy squeezing his cock and he can't take it anymore, finally exploding deep inside of me with a loud moan of release, holding his cock in deep as we cum together. Finally collapsing onto each other, still impaled on his hard cock. 




A Night to Remember



Their Story -- The end 

He whispers in her ear, his cock still inside her; "I love you Leigh. God, you have some wonderful fantasies. We have to try that one again sometime." Kissing him gently she playfully smacks him on the chest "you still owe me though, you bastard. Making such a show of me, you know I can't help it when you get me all worked up like that. God I love you though. Your fingers feel fantastic!" he grins back at her, "That's not the only thing." emphasizing his point by taking her fingers back in his mouth, sucking the remaining taste of her juices off them before kissing her deeply again. "Marc... I want more" she whispers so seductively into his ear, that irresistibly devilish smile creeping back across her flushed face. He winks at her: "Good things cum to she who waits," as he smiles his knowing smile.



A Night to Remember



I let myself in thru the back gate, glad to be home at the end of a long day. As I reached for the doorknob, the door opened, revealing the darkened interior of the family room, lit only by softly flickering candles. My husband stepped out from behind the door, a devilish grin on his handsome face. 

"What do you have planned?" I laughed, intrigued by the scene that had been set inside. 

"Ahh, you'll just have to wait and see," he teased as he nudged me into the room and closed the door. "You forgot it was Valentine's Day, didn't you?"

I looked at him, stricken. He always went out of his way to be thoughtful and romantic, and while I am thoughtful, I am more practical than romantic. We were newly married, and money was tight, and so I had pushed the holiday and any accompanying gift to the back of my mind.

He laughed at my guilty face. "Relax, nothing is expected of you in return. This night is my gift to you. You letting me have this night is your gift to me." I looked at him, not sure exactly what to read into that, and raised my eyebrows as he pulled a silk blindfold from behind his back. 

He pulled me close to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. "Please, baby, trust me."

I looked into those big brown eyes, and with a slight shiver, nodded my head. I trusted him, but he had far more experience in all things sexual, and I knew there were things he had done that I had probably never even heard of. 

He gently covered my eyes, and tied the blindfold snugly around my head. "Ready?" he asked as he led me further into the room. He guided me to the floor, where it felt as though he had spread a thick blanket. He sank down next to me, and gently kissed me. His fingers slowly traced over my face as he deepened his kisses. His hands moved lower, as he unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it back off my body. My bra followed, and his tongue traced a path from my neck, down to where my breasts strained upward to meet that tongue. He fastened his mouth over a nipple, swirling his tongue, nipping gently with his teeth. The sensory deprivation provided by the blindfold was making all these sensations sharper than usual. I was already arching off the floor, and could feel between my legs beginning to moisten. His hands slid up along my arms, bringing them up above my head. I felt something soft slide around one wrist, then tighten. I started to protest, but he hushed me with gentle words and sweet kisses. My other arm was fastened, and I felt exposed and vulnerable. He must have felt the anxiety rolling off me in waves. His mouth close to my ear, he whispered I was safe, and he would let me go the minute I asked. I hesitated, and then slowly relaxed my body. He resumed trailing his tongue along my skin, across the flat plane of my stomach, to the waistband of my jeans. He undid the buttons, and then tugged the jeans down and off, taking my panties with them. 

"Roll over," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear and causing goose bumps to dimple my skin. As I complied, he straddled my lower back, and I realized he had removed all his clothes somewhere along the way. His strong hands began to knead my shoulders, and a small moan escaped as the day's stress melted beneath his hands. He poured oil onto my skin, his fingers digging in where ever he felt a knot. I was lost in a sensuous haze as his hands moved lower along my spine, and used his palms to smooth it into my , stroking across my lower back, his lips and tongue following behind. His hands moved to my buttocks, kneading and rubbing. Then down my thighs and calves, every inch pampered. He brought his hands back to my shoulders, then took his forefinger and slowly ran it along my spine, down to the cleft between my cheeks. I startled as his finger brushed my back entrance on its way to search out and stroke my little pleasure nub. 

"Shhhh,' he whispered into my ear, his tongue following the curve of my ear as I shivered in delight. My body was taut with pleasure, and I was aching for him to take me. 

"Please...please," I begged him, not sure myself what it was I wanted. 

"Baby, we are just getting started," he murmured as he moved to my other ear. His finger continued to explore the soft folds around my nub, then began the slow journey back up my spine, his finger again grazing my most private place, his touch whisper soft. His tongue took the place of his finger at the nape of my neck, and slowly, so slowly, his tongue followed the bumps of my spine back downward. I pulled against the restraints; the sensations were becoming almost too intense. His tongue paused at the small of my back, and he nudged my legs further apart with his knees. His tongue resumed its journey, delving between my cheeks and casually passing across my small puckered opening again. My body jolted, and his hands came up to soothe me, stroking my body in long, smooth strokes. He turned me over onto my back, and then lowered his head between my legs. I moaned, as he licked and stroked me. His fingers slowly moved lower, and I felt one long digit slide into me as his mouth fastened onto my clit. 

"Oh, God....Oh, God...Oh, God...Oh, God...Yes, yes," I babbled as I felt my release start to build. My muscles tightened thru out my entire body, and my head tossed restlessly from side to side. The build up to this had been so long, and so carefully stoked, I knew this was going to be intense. 

"Yes, yes, YES," I cried as I felt my pleasure peak. Just then, he slid his finger from my wet heat and pushed it into my small rear opening. I screamed as the sensations pushed me over the top, joining the orgasm starting to wash over me, my body shaking and shimmying. His finger slid in and out of my ass slowly and smoothly, teasing nerve endings I never knew existed. Gradually, my contracting muscles relaxed, and I sank bonelessly into the blanket beneath me as he pulled his finger from me. I felt him move up and settle next to me, pulling me into his arms as he undid the restraints and pulled the blindfold off. 

"What the hell was that?" I asked, still a bit stunned at the intensity of my orgasm. 

"Liked that, did you?" he laughed. His voice dropped lower, almost to a purr. "There is more, you know." He reached behind me, and handed me a full wine glass. We clinked glasses, and sipped our wine. 

"Did you like that?" he asked as his fingers dipped back between my thighs, stroking the soft skin, still slick from before.

"Which part?" I laughed. "The massage, the kissing, the blindfold, the sense of helplessness, the..." My voice broke as one of his fingers moved lower, lightly tracing the rim of my pucker.

"That part," he said.

"That?" I squeaked. I cleared my throat." I didn't think I would, but I think I did," I admitted. He had casually mentioned anal sex, and we had even watched porn together that had featured it, but I was sure it was dirty, wrong and painful. Was I wrong? The sensations that his gently probing finger were causing was making me reconsider.

"You think you did? Hmmm, how can we help you decide?" he murmured against my neck as his teeth grazed the tendons along my throat. His thumb found my clit and began to rub, as his finger slid into my backdoor just a bit. Encouraged by my soft sigh, he pushed in a bit further. He felt me stiffen slightly, and he stilled his finger as his thumb picked up the pace.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked softly.

"No, not really. It feels strange, and kind of embarrassing."

"Embarrassing?" he laughed. "We've had sex in public places, in a million positions, you've left welts on my back from digging your nails in, your screams of pleasure have left my ears ringing, and you are embarrassed because my finger is in your ass?"

I punched at him. "I've never been touched there! Stop making fun!"

His finger wiggled slightly, burrowing in deeper, and the laughter died on his lips as I gasped. He moved back down, his head once again between my thighs. He looked up at me.

"Trust me."

I stared at him for a minute, then closed my eyes and lay back. He kissed me and licked me intimately, causing me to relax. His finger began to push insistently, working its way into my tight rear passage. He slowly withdrew his finger, and I felt cold lube being rubbed around my rim, then the tube against the pucker as he put lube inside me. His finger was back a moment later, rubbing gently around the outside, and then pressing firmly against my asshole until his finger slid in. It felt good, now that I was relaxed and open to the sensations. Slowly he stroked his finger in and out, and I felt the heat beginning to build in me. He pulled his finger out, and then added a second lubed finger alongside the first. I sucked in my breath as my sphincter stretched to allow them in. There was pressure, but no real pain. He continued to lick and suckle while his fingers probed, but he was careful not to bring me too close to the edge, he wanted my full attention on the sensations in my ass. From somewhere in the folds of the blanket, he pulled out a slim vibrator. He nudged my clit with it a few times, and then slid it back and forth along my soaking wet folds before sliding it into my pussy. He watched my face as he turned it on. I felt so full, his fingers in my ass, the vibrator in me too, and his tongue on my clit. He stroked the vibrator in and out, working out a rhythm with his fingers. I could feel my desire building, a slight sweat beginning to coat my skin. He eased his fingers out of me, then slid the vibrator out of my wet heat and placed the tip against my ass. I felt it move into me, stretching me, the sensations new and exciting. I was so turned on, I was afraid I was going to jump out of my skin.

"I need you inside me. Now. Please, right now," I begged. He pulled the vibrator from me, and moved up and over me, sliding his huge cock into me in one thrust. I came instantly, the orgasm slamming thru me. He, as usual, exhibited amazing control, and continued to stroke in and out of me as my orgasm ebbed. He pulled out, still hard, my juices glistening on him in the candlelight. He flipped me over onto my knees, and slowly fed his cock back into my pussy.

"God, you are so hot and tight," he groaned as he went balls deep. He filled me completely, his cock a full three fingers wide.

My head snapped up as I heard a soft buzzing and then felt the vibrator nudging up against my anus. 

"Ok?" he asked.

I bit my lip and nodded. I didn't know how he was going to fit anything more inside me, his cock was already taking up too much room. But slowly, firmly, he inched the vibrator inside me, filling me until I thought I would burst.

"I can feel it buzzing," he said, his voice sounding a bit hoarse. He began to move in and out of me, sliding the vibrator out as he pulled out, pushing it in as he pushed in. I began to push back against him, wanting more as my body adjusted to the fullness. The feelings were overwhelming; it was almost too much stimulation. I could feel the familiar tightening starting to build again. Then, he stopped suddenly, his thick cock sunk fully into my body. 

"I want to fuck your ass."

I sucked in a deep breath. "No. It'll never fit. You're huge."

"I won't hurt you, I promise. Just let me try."

I opened my mouth to say no again, but found myself saying yes, in a tiny whisper. Not tiny enough, because he heard me. He pulled out of me, leaving the vibrator inside me. He took the lube and coated his cock with a thick layer. He eased the vibrator from my bottom, and pushed two fingers in. I was pretty loosened up from all the activity back there already, and his fingers slid in fairly easily. He began to work them in and out of my rear passage, the bumps of his knuckles causing my anus to quiver as they passed thru the muscles. He slid his other hand under me and found my clit, rubbing it in slow, lazy circles. As I started to relax, I felt a third finger attempt to join the other two in my ass. It was too tight, and there was no more room. He eased his fingers from me, and loaded up with more lube. He stacked his fingers so his index and ring finger were together, and his middle finger was on top of them, making his fingers form something of a wedge shape. He placed his fingertips against me, and slowly, slowly began to push into me. I struggled to relax my muscles, but I was afraid of the pain. He continued to push, and I continued to try to open for him. Finally, he was in to his first knuckles. 

"Are you ok?" he asked.

I nodded my head, not trusting my voice. The discomfort was intense, but I could feel the pleasure right there with it, and I wanted to do this. He wiggled and flexed his fingers, causing sensation to jump along the nerve endings. Then he slowly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling strangely empty. He took his rock hard cock and lined the head up with the tiny puckered opening. He pushed against me, but my body wasn't yielding a bit. 

"Bear down....you know, like you are pushing something out of your body."

I bore down, and I felt him inch in. There was a terrible stretching, burning feeling, like I was being split in two. I whimpered as the pain flooded thru me, and he stilled instantly.

"Do you want me to stop? Am I hurting you?"

I thought about how this whole night had been about my pleasure, from the full body rubdown, to teaching me about new pleasure points. And now, even though he had been delaying his pleasure for hours, his only concern was for my comfort. 

"No," I gasped as tears rolled down my face. "Don't stop." 

He pushed in, meeting resistance from my virginal anus the entire way. Then I felt a pop as his cockhead made it past the sphincter. He groaned as the muscle snugged down on his shaft, and held himself still as my body adjusted. The burning, splitting sensation eased, and I felt a fullness and a pleasure unlike any I had felt before. I pushed myself back onto his cock, and moaned as his thighs met the back of my legs. He slowly pulled out, inch by inch, the friction amazing. He began to move faster, and I pushed back to meet him on every thrust. I was amazed at how many nerve endings were lit up back there, every vein on his cock caused my sphincter to flex and contract. I felt my orgasm building, and then felt his fingers tighten on my hips as he began to slam into me. I came so hard, and so fast, everything went black for a few seconds. As I regained my senses, I heard him give a hoarse shout, his fat cock jerking as he shot his seed deep inside me. We both collapsed forward, him still inside me.

"I have never come like that," he said, his voice shaking slightly. 

After a few minutes of lying there, exhausted, he gently pulled out of me. 

"Are you hurting?" he asked quietly, his fingers sliding lazily up and down my back.

"Not really hurt. More like sore," I mumbled, already falling asleep. "Will it always be like that? Will it always be such a fight to get it in?"

"Always?" he said, perking up. "Does that mean there will be a next time?"

"That depends on how you answer the question, wise guy."

"No," he said, dropping a kiss on my cheek as he brushed the hair out of my face. "Your muscles will learn to relax. Even the next time will be more comfortable, I promise."

He pulled her against him as they both drifted off to sleep.



A Night To Remember



I had only been working at the place for a little over a month and was just getting to know my coworkers when they announced they were going to hold a retirement party for one of the sales managers. There would be around fifty attending and most of them were a lot younger than the retiree so it should be some fun.

Before I go any further let me describe myself. I'm Megan, 19 years old, five foot two, thinner than a rail, no breasts to speak of and a VIRGIN. I'm told that I'm cute but it's no wonder I'm still a virgin since there aren't many guys wanting to be holding on to someone built like me. 

Jim is one guy around the office who had me going ga ga every time he walked past my cubicle. He was a lot taller than me and obviously had been working out for his arms were twice the size of my legs. Good looking but there wasn't a prayer he would have anything to do with me.

The party was in full swing when one of the other gals announced to a couple of us she was going out in the paring lot with one of the salesmen and give him a blow job ... she was having her period so they wouldn't be screwing. She said it all so casually with no more feeling than she would have said she was going to go out and catch a bus ... it was like blowjobs were the thing of the day. I had seen a couple of porn flicks where the gal had went down on the guy and I wasn't sure if it ever came to it if I could have a guy shoot his stuff into my mouth without me throwing up all over him. Anyway she left shortly after and it was another half-hour before she was back.

I had had a couple of drinks when wonder of wonders Jim came over and started a conversation with me. He was really a fun guy to talk with and I was only wishing that I were built better so I would at least have a chance with him. The DJ started up right about then and Jim asked if I would like to dance. I quickly accepted and we were almost the first ones on the floor. It was damn near comical for he was a lot taller than me and when we were facing each other our height difference almost made it so that if I were ever going to give him a blowjob I wouldn't have to crouch down at all. I got laughing about while we were dancing and he asked me several times what was so funny but I damn sure couldn't tell him that.

The party went on almost until midnight and as I walked out to the parking lot I bumped into Jim as he was getting into his car near the front door of the place.

"Hey Megan, I'm going to a little place down the road for some coffee. Care to join me?"

"Would love to. I'll follow you there." I responded.

It was a decent little out of the way place and the coffee and conversation were great. When we were through and headed out to our cars as we were going past his he said,

"Jump in and we can talk some more."

Damn, I was happier than hell to be with him and was around the back of the car and into the passenger's side in a flash. 

We sat there for a half-hour just shooting the breeze when I felt his hand reach behind my neck and pull me over to him. The next thing I knew he was planting a huge kiss on me and his tongue was exploring deep in my mouth.

"Geez, Megan, I've been hotter than hell every time I looked at you tonight and I'm about ready to explode right now. Feel this."

With that he pulled one of my hands over to his lap and rested it against the bulge in his pants. Shit, I had never even been close to a guy's cock never mind touching it through his pants. But one thing I knew he was very big down there.

"Jim, I'm afraid I have tell you I am a virgin." 

"No problem honey, we all were at one point or another. Let me take this thing out so you can get a good feel of it."

Holy shit, he reached down and unzipped himself and slid his cock out past his shorts and out of his fly. It was sticking up almost to the steering wheel. I was mesmerized with the sight of it and slid my hand over and wrapped my fingers around the monster. He let out a moan I thought the people walking past to their cars would have heard.

He leaned his head over and resumed the kissing he had stopped to talk about his cock but he let one hand slip down under my skirt and up between my legs. He maneuvered his fingers around so they were soon under my panties and sliding up to my clitoris. I was soaked. He kept his fingers moving until he had the hood of my clit slid back and the nub was out between his fingers. It was my turn to moan.

"Hey, I only live about a mile from here. What do you say we get away from this place and go down to my apartment where we won't be bothered with anyone passing by?"

"Sounds good. I'll follow you."

We weren't in his place more than a couple of minutes before he had dropped his pants and shorts and his cock was sticking out in front of him like a flagpole. 

"Slip out of your skirt and panties honey and it will be easier for us."

A few minutes later I was facing him with his cock trying to poke a hole in my stomach with his arms around me and pulling me to him hard. I am so thin I was embarrassed being beside someone as well built as he is.

The next thing I knew he had lifted me and was carrying me back to his bedroom. When we got there he lowered me down on the bed and lay beside me. A minute later he was on his back and had a hand on each of my hips and he was actually simply positioning me wherever he wanted. He was strong as an ox and I'm a featherweight. He soon had me on my knees and straddling his hips and then he lifted me ever so gently and said,

"Honey, I am going to lower you down on me and I am going to do it very slowly. It shouldn't hurt very much after I get the head of me in you but if it does just say so and I'll stop."

Stop my ass. I had been wanting to lose my cherry for a long time and now that I was this close to it with a beautiful cock like his there was no way I was going to stop him.

"OK Jim." I panted.

I could feel the head of it spreading the lips of my vagina and go in me just a little. He stopped right there for a minute or so before resuming his upward thrust. His hands were holding my hips in the air and yet pulling me down on him. It didn't take long before I felt him hitting something hard and then he gave one hard push and he was in a lot further. It must have been my hymen he had just snapped. It hurt a little but I wasn't going to say a thing.

It was all of another three or four minutes before I could feel his stomach against mine. He was in all the way and it felt terrific.

"Oh God, Jim, that feels terrific."

As I was saying that he was pulling my face down to his and had his mouth searching out my lips. 

"Mmmmm, honey, you're as tight as a drum down there and are grabbing my cock like it has never felt before."

With that he started to lift me up a few inches and then let me come down all the way. Damn, he is so strong that he can lift me and toss me around like a rag doll and just place me wherever he wants me. He went slow at first and increased his thrusting over the next few minutes. It wasn't long before he was slamming his flagpole deep inside of me and I could actually feel it hitting something. If this is what fucking is all about I'm all for it. It's wonderful.

He began to thrust deeper and faster until I could feel his breaths coming a lot faster. All of a sudden he lifted me off of him and flipped me around so I was flat on my back on the bed and he was kneeling over me with one hand stroking his cock fast and furious. 

"I'm not wearing a condom and I didn't want to come in you so I'm jacking off."

His cock was aimed right at my face and while I watched him stroking himself and noticed he had slowed down a lot. His strokes were slow and deep. His hand would go almost all the way up to the head of his cock and then slide down to the base and then back up again. I could feel the pulsing start in his legs that were on either side of my hips and he was soon shooting glob after glob of his white hot come right at my face. The first few spurts hit my neck but one landed right on my lips. Ugh. I didn't know what to do. Should I lick it up or wipe it off with my free hand? Licking won and I soon tasted what a man's come tasted like ... not too bad.

He instantly dropped his face to my vagina and soon had his tongue searching out my clit and was working it hard. While his tongue was doing its thing he had folded his fingers on one hand into the shape of a teepee and was thrusting it into me as his tongue kept my clit busy. Holy shit, I could feel the heat start deep inside of me and while I had masturbated a lot before I never felt anything like what I was feeling right then. The pressure came up from within me and the warmth started deep in my vagina and soon had me feeling as if an explosion was taking place in my pussy. I guess this what was referred to as having your 'pussy eaten'.

"Jim, don't stop. That feels wonderful."

Those few words from me had him working harder than ever on my clit and he stayed like that as my body wound down from my orgasm.

Each of us lay there panting trying to get our breathing back under control. It was a little scary but it sure felt good.

I moved down so I was looking directly at his now soft cock and began to trace the veins that I could see running up and down it. I let one hand slide down and cupped his balls and the sort of seam that ran down the underside of the sack. It felt funny to touch them but I could hear him moan and feel him squirm as my hands explored the whole area. 

It wasn't long before I could feel some activity in his cock. The damn thing was getting hard again! Wow, I'm going to get laid again!

"Honey, slide over here and get up on your hands and knees. I am going to fuck you from the rear. Oh no, don't worry, I'm not going to put it up your ass. I'm just going to fuck your sweet pussy."

I eventually got exactly where he wanted me and he had the head of his cock against the lips of my vagina when I felt him pull me back to him and at the same time push himself towards me. That was all it took to have his cock almost all the way back up inside of me. Another push and he was in me to the hilt. Whew, it was fantastic. 

His thrusts started immediately and this time he wasn't as tender as he was the first time. He was ramming himself in as hard as I thought he could and while it felt great I was scared to death he might hurt something inside of me with that flagpole of his getting thrust into me as hard as he was doing. It didn't take him long before he was grunting the way he did the first time when he was having his orgasm and sure enough he pulled out again and jacked himself all over my back. Great for him but I still hadn't had an orgasm this time. 

He got up and got a towel and wiped me off and I asked,

"Are you going to fuck me again so I can have an orgasm or are you going to use your fingers on me?"

"Neither, I'm going to bury my face in that tight pussy of yours and let me tongue do its magic. He sure did. It wasn't but another few minutes of his tongue working my clit to death before the heat came over me and I reached down to hold his head right where it was as I had a massive explosion. It was even more intense than the last one he gave me. My juices were pouring out of me and he was licking them up as fast as I was releasing them. God, it felt unbelievable.

We lay like that for anther ten minutes or so and he got up saying that he just had to get some sleep for he had another big meeting in the morning. I guess it was my time to leave and leave I did. I cleaned up a little, got dressed and was down in my car in no more than ten minutes.

We saw each other around the office on Monday morning but not a word was said about our last night together and to tell the truth it didn't worry me at all. Who knows, it might happen again with him but if it doesn't ... no problem. I had my pussy fucked and sucked and massaged and I loved every minute.



A Night to Remember



We had been lying naked in each other's arms for a couple hours, talking and stealing little kisses from each other. Sometimes the kisses were longer, so long that we would open our mouths and allow our tongues to play together. These long kisses were sensual and made me ache for you. I held your face with my hand, and thumbed your bottom lip as I leaned in to nibble on it. I gently turned your head to one side and kissed your neck, just below your ear. You breathed in, and shifted your whole body. I played with the area; I used my lips and tongue, nibbled and suckled on it. I exhaled a hot, shaky breath into your ear just before I wrapped my soft lips around your lobe. You had yet to touch me, and I was already wet. All you had to do was whimper as I once again exhaled into your ear. I lightly ran my tongue along its folds while tickling you with my breath. I think it turned you on to feel the shakiness in my breathing grow and grow. 

You began caressing my flesh then. Your fingertips grazed my arm, the outside edge of my breast, my side, my back, and then you gripped my hip and pulled me a little closer to you. Then your fingers traced up again; back to breast, to arm, and then you stroked my neck, brushing a few wisps of my hair away from it. You leaned in and kissed my neck. I could feel my pussy throbbing strongly.

Our hands explored each other's bodies , feeling along the milky white, smooth surfaces for all the curves that we each love about the other. I touched the small tangle of hair below your navel and sighed. I gripped your hip. You touched my breast and then ran your index finger along the curve of my clavicle. You rolled over on top of me slightly, putting more weight on one arm than the other. Your lips ever so softly grazed the skin between my breasts and stomach. I could feel your two-day beard against me, but it didn't hurt. It was a nice alternation with the curled locks of your hair as they tickled my nakedness. You were so aware of all of yourself, and what you were doing to me. 

You kissed me again, deeply and passionately. I could scarcely remember a kiss that incredible. It would be true to say that I'd never been kissed like that. It was enough to make my pelvis move involuntarily. The anticipation of your touch made my wet pussy ache for you. I wanted to feel you inside of me. All you could do was tease me.

You took your sweet time nibbling, sucking, and kissing all the parts of my neck. Chills were running down my spine, and forcing my back to arch. Your hand was between my legs then, toying with me, just barely grazing my clit. I could tell you wanted so badly to plunge your fingers into the moisture my body had created for you, but you held back to continue teasing my clit. I moaned.

You shifted your body, and were now fully on top of me. My legs were spread wide for you. The eroticism of your bare skin against mine--and even more than that, feeling your skin as it tried desperately to cling to mine, the slight pull as it stuck to mine. You were rock hard then. I could feel the end of your cock waiting eagerly to penetrate my warmth. You propped yourself up, and looked into my eyes. You prepared to thrust yourself inside me, and paused to profess your love. 

Then you plunged fully into my pussy. I moaned. The first thrust always feels incredible when we start making love, and this was no exception. You moved slowly inside of me, yet firmly, looking me in the eyes and stroking my cheek as my breathing got heavier. I bit my lower lip and rocked my body along to the pace you'd set for us. It was fantastic. I moaned loudly.

You rode me for a few moments, and my cries grew louder and louder. I could tell you were getting tired, so I offered to be on top. We rolled over clumsily, trying desperately not to separate from each other. After a moment, I was on top of you, perched perfectly on your hard cock. I rocked my hips and called out your name. I took your hands in mine and placed them on my breasts. I made you rub them in circles, and squeeze them. When I let them go, they drifted to my hips. You wanted to feel me move. Tired though you were, you still thrust into me from your submissive position between my legs. I reached underneath the pillows and pulled out one of my thigh-high nylons. I tied your left wrist, then your right. Then I bound both to the headboard of our bed. You were very turned on by it, I could tell. I made sure that the nylon wasn't too tight around your wrists. I ran my hands down the lengths of your arms, now bound helpless over your head. I ran my hands down your chest, stomach, and sides. I rocked my hips a few more times, then slowed to a stop as I began stroking my own breasts. Seeing you bound and lying helpless before me was inspiring.

I leaned down and kissed your neck. I licked your lips and came so close to kissing you that you leaned in. I backed away. Several times I teased you with the prospect of a kiss before I finally filled your mouth with my eager tongue. After a few times of this, I decided to play with the rest of your body. Allowing your cock to slide out of me, I began kissing your chest. I played my tongue across your nipples one at a time, and sucking on them. I nibbled and licked, and--when you least expected it--sucked air past my lips, super-cooling your nipple, hardening it, and causing you to moan. Each time I did this, you gasped, squirmed, and tried to wriggle free of the knots I bound you in.

Next I kissed your stomach and sides. I kissed the points of your hip bones, and the hollows that led to your throbbing manhood. I ran my lips along the top edge of your pubic hairs; right where the happy trail ends. I alternated from the left hollow of your hip to the right one, taking special care to exhale a hot breath on your member. I hesitated, then placed a lip against it. I kissed your cock. I teased it, and tempted it with my lips and my breath. You moaned and throbbed and twitched, still unable (and unwilling?) to escape my whims. 

I took all of you into my mouth. You were so ready for it, yet it was still so unexpected. You moaned loudly, which only made me even more wet. I made sure to suck you in such a way that you would not cum. I wanted you to last so I could make you feel good for hours. I liked feeling your cock between my lips; hot, throbbing, and every so often leaking a sweet preview of what I might taste later.

You told me how much you wanted me. You told me how turned on you were. You couldn't wait anymore. You wanted me. You wanted me to fuck you. So I climbed on top of you, and guided you into my dripping pussy. You moaned, and your cries only grew louder as I rode you harder and faster. You thrust into me over and over, your face showing heights of pleasure that I didn't think I could take you to.

Suddenly, you broke free of my knots, grabbed my hips in either hand, and flipped us over. Now you were on top of me, free at last, and fucking me hard. I cried out with pleasure between gasps for air. You pulled one of my legs slightly higher than the other, and began effortlessly and mercilessly pounding my g-spot. Two, three, four, five times of this and I was gushing. Six, seven, eight...I started to cum. My juices ran all over myself, you, and our bed. You moaned with pleasure at what you'd just done to me, and didn't stop. You thrust inside of me faster and harder, making me cum over and over again.

Suddenly my pussy gripped you so hard that you could no longer stop yourself. You came. I felt you throbbing uncontrollably inside of me, shooting your load deep into me. I adored the look on your face as you filled me with your cum. You looked like a man and a boy in the same moment. So helpless and vulnerable, yet so powerful that you could make me feel this way. I held you close to me as you looked me in the eyes again. You smiled and told me how incredible it was to make love to me. You told me you loved me.

I smiled in a way I never had before, and told you that I loved lying together like this; it is as close as the two of us can ever be. You laid on top of me, head resting on my shoulder, panting and out of breath. You held me close to you, and I held you to me. We were both exhausted, but held onto teach other for as long as possible, until finally the contractions of my pussy's aftershocks forced you from my body.

You rolled onto your back then, and I rested my head in the crook of your arm, and draped one leg over yours. I caressed your chest with my fingertips, and you stroked my arm. I was perfectly content in that moment; listening to the sounds of your breathing and the rhythmic thumps of your heartbeat. I sighed and nuzzled into you. We could've talked, but words were not necessary, as our bodies had done all the talking for us that night. We were content just to drift off to sleep in each other's company, happy that we'd found each other.



A Night To Remember



It hadn't been just one of those days, but it had been one of those months! Brad Peterson had worked as an Advertising Executive for the past two years. He had moved up in the organization rapidly. At thirty-three, six foot one, with what could only be described as boyishly handsome features, he had achieved phenomenal success in a reasonably short period of time. 

He had almost single-handedly saved the Evans-Account this past month. But it had required many hours late into the night. Though far from being in the kind of shape he'd been in younger years, Brad was considered quite the catch by a number of women he had known. Certainly the late-night fast-food take-outs hadn't helped. The small little paunch he carried, a constant reminder that he'd best take control of his eating habits.

It was widely known that the firm had an executive cabin situated in the mountains near Mirror Lake. As a reward for special efforts, or as a perk for entertaining clients, the cabin was made available for those who liked to spend a little time away in the ruggedness of the mountains. Mirror Lake was certainly known for it's superb fishing and hiking areas, but as it was an expensive piece of real estate in which to own property, there were few cabins. This gave the additional comfort and enjoyment of real privacy and seclusion.

Brad was already clearing off his desk in anticipation of an elongated weekend retreat. As it was about a two-hour drive, he had some final last minute details to attend to, home to pack, and then with luck, would reach the cabin shortly before nightfall.


He planned on spending two days all by his self. A chance to hike, to fish perhaps, but mostly to simply spend some time reading and relaxing away from the past month's intense pressures. The woman he had been semi-dating, though for pleasure more than anything else, had been invited to join him sometime Sunday. 

With a smile on his face, Brad told Alice, his Executive Assistant to knock off early and headed home to finish packing. Brad was really looking forward to the weekend along with the scenic drive up to the lake. 

As he left the building, heading towards his car in the parking lot, he noticed that the skies hinted at the possibility of an oncoming storm.

"Oh well," he thought. "I always have enjoyed a good lightning and thunderstorm." Even the darkening skies were welcome, more than what they otherwise might have been.

It had taken a little longer than Brad had anticipated to finish packing. Though he knew the cabin had a well-stocked bar, any other supplies would have to be purchased. Glancing at his new Rolex, he realized that he'd be arriving at the cabin well after dark. But even this didn't hamper his mood. Besides the ample supply of alcohol, he also knew that a rather extensive video library awaited him with a wide variety of some pretty hard-core X-rated videos. It was also rumored that some very private video's existed which remained under lock and key for V.I.P viewing only. He wondered if the set of keys he carried included access to those.

"Guess I'll find out soon enough" he said to himself. 

Brad had just reached the mouth of the canyon when the storm finally broke. There was a 'Last Chance' grocery and gasoline store on the corner. And though the cabin was less than thirty miles away at this point, the winding tricky curves would cut down his travel time. He saw no need to stop. He had everything he needed. And with the onset of the storm, he also surmised that the weather conditions might delay him even further. 

At first his windshield wipers easily handled the rain as it fell. But as the skies darkened, as the first peels of thunder and lightning began, the rain intensified to the point that Brad was forced to slow down. The wipers were barely allowing him enough time to see clearly up the gradually winding road. It was fortunate that the road was little traveled. Brad had seen only one other vehicle, an old light blue pick-up truck that had passed him a few minutes earlier from the opposite direction. 

As he drove, his mind began to wander. He was driving safely enough for existing conditions and with no other traffic on the highway; he could once again indulge himself with fantasies for the weekend. He thought of Amanda, or "Mandy" as he called her. She worked at the same ad agency he did, and had on one or two evenings helped him with the Evan's account. But that had not been the only thing she'd helped him with late at night either. He was in the process of imagining her sweet lips sucking his cock when he was suddenly jerked back to reality by what he thought was a deer crossing the road. 

Brad slammed on the car's brakes, barely avoiding the deer. The car fishtailed briefly until he brought it back under control again. For a second, he wondered if he had in fact actually hit the animal as he'd heard, or imagined hearing a slight "thump". As the rain was now more a deluge than a simple downpour, Brad wasn't real excited to have to go outside to have a look. But he felt he didn't have any choice in the matter either. He put his hand on the door release when suddenly the pounding of someone on the passenger side window startled him. He turned, half expecting to see some wild crazed deer trying to gore the side of his car. Instead, Brad sat with disbelief as he starred into the face of a beautiful young woman pounding on the window. Almost immediately he reached over unlocking the door. 

"Oh thank God!" the drenched mystery woman stated as she climbed onto the seat beside him. "I didn't think anyone would be coming up this road with the storm and all".

"Are you O.K?" Brad finally managed to ask her.  " I almost hit you back there!"

"Oh no. I'm fine really. Just soaked."

Brad noticed her for the first time. She was beautiful! Even with long dark stringy-wet hair, and mascara running all over her face, she was still beautiful. He saw her shiver, noticing that her blouse was clinging to her skin. Two very hard pointed nipples testified to the fact that she wasn't wearing much of anything to guard against the weather. He handed her his parka from behind the seat. 

"Here, wear this," he offered. "What in the world are you doing out here dressed like that anyway? 

She was already in the process of removing her wet blouse as Brad handed her the jacket. But as dark as it was, he could hardly see much anyway, figuring she knew that too.

"I was on my way up to my family's cabin," she began. "And then suddenly, out of nowhere, this deer suddenly appeared in the headlights. I hit the brakes, but hit the deer and spun out of control. My car went off the road down that embankment back there."

Once again Brad asked her. "Like I said before, are you alright?" 

"Oh, I'm fine. Really. Just a little shaken up is all. And wet."

Brad couldn't see her smiling, but he heard it in the sound of her voice. In it, he could tell how truly grateful she was for his having stopped. 

"Maybe I should go back and have a look at your car."

"Not necessary, it's a wreck. That's for sure. But I can get a tow-truck up here in the morning. Right now, I just need a lift up to our cabin, and a little more heat if you wouldn't mind."

Brad obliged her, turning on the interior heat full blast. 

"There are some fresh towels in that bag there in the corner," he said pointing over his shoulder at the back seat. "Your welcome to use one of those to dry off with."

"Oh thank you. That really would be nice. I really am soaked!" She half turned to reach over the seat when a bright flash of lightening lit up the inside of the car. Though she was wearing the jacket, she had not zipped it up. Brad caught a glimpse of one of her very full rounded breasts as she leaned over retrieving the towels. He couldn't believe his good fortune at running into her like this, realizing he didn't know her name.

"By the way. My name's Brad Peterson." 

"Vicky. Vicky Ellis," she replied. "And once again, thank you so much for stopping!"

Brad put the car back onto the road, and they began the drive even more slowly up the canyon. "Why on earth are you out here by yourself anyway?" he finally questioned.

"Well, for starters, it's my birthday. I just turned twenty one."

"Congratulations"

"Thank you. Secondly, I've invited several of my friends up to my parent's cabin for the weekend, you know, sort of a celebration. Anyway, I wanted to come up before hand so as to open the place up and air it out, you know, clean it up a little before they arrive." 

Brad nodded his head in understanding. "And then the storm hit."

"Exactly. And then I hit the deer."

"And then I nearly hit you."

"Exactly!" she laughed saying. 

Brad couldn't help but notice that even with the heat going full blast, and her having at least removed her soaked blouse that she was still shivering. "How far away is your cabin?"

"Oh...it's about five or six miles further up from here." 

Once again she began to dry her wet hair with the towel she had taken from the backseat. With the little bit of illumination from the dashboard lighting, Brad looked briefly in her direction. She still hadn't zipped up the jacket she was wearing, and her breasts were clearly seen as she sat leaning forward drying her hair. He wondered briefly if she knew he could see her. Wondered if she was in some strange sort of way, thanking him for his having stopped for her. He quickly put that notion out of his mind however. After all, she'd just turned twenty-one, and her generation was even more open-minded about nudity and things like that than his had been. Brad had to force himself to keep from looking at her, keeping his eyes on the road. The rain may have let up a little from its earlier deluge, but it was still raining pretty hard. 

"We should be there pretty soon," he offered. "Then we can get you out of those wet clothes."  Brad realized how what he'd just said might have sounded to her. "Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't mean...."

"No need to apologize," she said laughing. "I need to get me out of these wet clothes too. There!" She suddenly pointed through the windshield of the car. " It should be just around this next bend, there's a turn-off, then a bridge over the river up the drive to our property."

Brad saw the turn-off shortly after that. But as they started up the slight incline to where the bridge should have been, he was forced to once again slam on the brakes.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed as they came to a jarring halt. He quickly rolled down his window to look outside just ahead of where the car had come to a stop. The bridge was gone!

"Oh wow! We were lucky. It looks like the river's washed out the bridge." Instead of peering out her own window, Vicky leaned over across him to have a look. He felt her more than saw anything of course, but knew that her breasts had grazed his arm as she leaned over him. 

"Damn. Now what am I going to do?" she stated. "We obviously can't get across the river with the bridge out, and I don't know if I can even find a safe place to cross in the dark!"

"Well. I guess you'll just have to spend the night with me." This time he laughed before offering up another unintended innuendo by way of explanation. But she had already caught his implied tease and sincere offer of help.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to do that!" she finally responded back. "My friends aren't due until the afternoon anyway. And hopefully by that time, this storm will have let up, and I can find another way to cross the river."

Brad told her how he'd first help her to get her car towed back in the morning, and then secondly, how they'd find a way to get her up to her cabin.

"What I really want to do more than anything else is get into something warm and dry. And then, if you don't mind, I'll help you fix us something to eat! Oh...and since I AM twenty-one, I could really use a drink too!" she added.

"So could I," Brad thought to himself. "So could I!"

By the directions he'd been given, he knew there was no chance the river had washed away the bridge to the Agency's cabin. It was on the opposite side of the road. Immediately ahead was the turn off, and Brad electrically opened the gate as he'd also been instructed to do as they turned up the long drive.

"We're here," he announced unnecessarily. "I'll get us as close as I can to the door, then we'll rush inside. I think I've got something you can slip into, and then we'll see about those drinks and something to eat."

He was able to maneuver the car just a short distance away from the cabin. Unfortunately, it was still far enough away that both of them would be soaked before either of them reached it.

"Run?" Vicky questioned. And then suddenly bolted out her side of the car.

Brad grabbed what he could easily carry, racing behind her, only reaching the door seconds after she did. Until he could figure out how to get the generator going, all they had for light was the flashlight he had thought to bring along.

"Here. Use this," he said handing it to her. "See if you can find a lantern or something."

Vicky spotted a pair of lanterns sitting on the counter. "I think this has already been anticipated," she announced. "There are two of them over here. And a box of matches too!"

Brad quickly joined her, and in seconds had both lanterns lit. "Here, take this bag and go upstairs, see if you can find something warm and comfortable to wear. I'll see about getting a fire going, and then we'll hunt down those drinks and eats."

He watched her ascend the stairs to the upper level of the cabin carrying one of the lanterns. The soft glowing light from it cast an eerie aura about her as she climbed. It was like watching an apparition floating in the air. Vicky soon disappeared from view to where the bedrooms were, and Brad finally took a few moments to acquaint himself with the interior of the cabin.

Along one entire wall stood an enormous fireplace. A neatly stacked pile of freshly cut wood waited to be used. It was a large 'A' frame structure. He'd managed to see on the short run up, that a balcony ran all along the outside of the unit. Inside, the layout was spacious and rustic. Just in front of the massive stone fireplace was a conversation pit, filled with oversized pillows and even a real bear rug covering the floor. The kitchen was behind them as was the bar which Brad had already taken stock of as being fully supplied with everything imaginable. A spiral staircase led upstairs to the bedrooms. Two were adjoining if needed, and could be opened into one large bedroom area. Brad could only imagine what that might have been used for. A separate bedroom was situated nearer the back, but had the open bonus of being half in and half outside of the cabin, enclosed only by a screened mesh to keep out the bugs from otherwise spoiling the whole affect. During the winter months the room could be completely sealed off against the elements by a concealed panel that expanded from within the wall and ran around a track so as to wall off the opening. Brad hoped the weather would certainly improve, as it would definitely be a lot more fun if they were able to enjoy that particular feature of this place. It was then that he caught himself in his thinking. "By they," had he been thinking about his girlfriend, or about Vicky sharing it with him? Though he had caught the thought, he wasn't sure which one he'd honestly meant. At that moment he heard Vicky coming back down the stairs. 

"So, what do you think?" she asked.

She stood above him about half way down. She'd obviously removed her soaked jeans, borrowed parka, and now stood in nothing more than one of Brad's long sleeved flannel shirts. Dropping her arms, they both had a good laugh as the sleeves fell well beyond her fingertips. 

"It's a bit big for me. But it was also about the warmest, most comfy thing I could find to wear."

"You look great!" Brad complimented. And he noticed that though her hair was still slightly damp, she had managed to dry it sufficiently so that it hung more naturally, accentuating her perfectly molded face. Likewise, she had repaired the mascara, and though she had a more natural look, he confirmed to himself just how beautiful she really was. He watched as she finished coming down the last few remaining steps. He noticed how her long legs looked, just ending beneath the tail of the flannel shirt. He caught himself wondering how little else she was wearing...if anything. Brad reached her side just as she got to the bottom of the stairs, handing her a drink. 

"Not sure what you might prefer, but thought this would at least warm you up for starters." 

Taking the wineglass he'd offered, she clinked it against his. 

"Thank you. It's perfect. But I really think that you need to be getting out of your wet clothes too," she stated.

Not wanting her to misconstrue any more remarks, Brad simply smiled, excusing himself to slip past her. Surprisingly, she didn't move out of the way as he'd expected. Instead, she moved towards him and before he realized what was even happening, she kissed him. He felt her immediately press herself against him. Her wonderfully firm full breasts now rested comfortably against his chest. Their kiss lingered, he actually felt a little light-headed and dizzy by it. It was Vicky who finally broke the kiss. Brad was not sure he would have been able to if she hadn't. 

As he had managed to get a pretty good fire going by the time she had returned, she led him over and down into the conversation pit. Once there, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt, helping him to remove it, tossing it off to one side. 

"I thought you said you were hungry?" Brad managed to haltingly ask her.

"I am. But not for food at the moment," she smiled saying.

Even Brad had to admit given the circumstances; he normally would have tried to take advantage of the situation. But there was something about her that was intoxicating. If he'd barely had a sip or two of wine, he might have tried to blame it on that. But simply in kissing her as he had, he had become drunk with desire for her, unexplainably so. She was after all twenty-one. As such, he was content to allow her to lead him along in whatever direction she had in mind. 

Having pulled him down onto the floor, she sat astride him, saddling herself near his knees. With the backdrop of the fire burning warmly and brightly behind her, she began to deftly unbutton the buttons of the flannel shirt she had borrowed. For Brad, it seemed like an eternity of time passed as each was opened, revealing more and more of her charms. At last, as the final barrier was breached, she shrugged off the garment with a simple gesture. He was tempted to stare directly at her fully exposed breasts. But he gazed into her eyes instead. 

Whether it was from the flickering light of the fire, or the dancing shadows around the room, coupled with the intense excitement of the moment, he didn't know, or fully understand. But as he gazed into her eyes, he saw twin pools of tiny flittering lights, almost like stars in the sky and felt his self drawn to her unlike any other woman he had ever known or been with before. Only then did he finally dare to look at her. Almost as if he had to double check to make sure she was really there. He could not believe this was really happening to him. Here he was...alone with a beautiful woman that he had only just met. The softness of the fire's light the only source except for the occasional erotically added light of the lightening just outside. Even the peel and rolling waves of thunder seemed to add to the atmosphere that had been created. 

This time, he pulled her to him. Once again losing his self in their kiss. 

"It's strange," Brad thought briefly. "I don't remember feeling this way kissing someone."  He kissed her more deeply, content to simply do this. But she escalated the situation by placing one of his hands against her breast. Even this sensation was overpowering. As he cupped her firm rounded tit, he caressed flesh that seemed to have a life of its own. His hand felt tingly as he touched her, his fingertips seemed super sensitive against the softness of her skin. 




A Night To Remember



Vicky slid even closer against him and though still wearing his slacks, positioned as they were, had it not been for the clothing that separated them, Brad knew without a doubt that he would have slid into her heated opening. As it was, the sensation, the heat of her somehow permeated the covering of material that separated them still. He had the sensation of losing body heat as she drew it away from him sitting as she was atop of him. Her womanhood was sucking at him from below in a way that was causing him to shiver, and yet respond with a greater need towards her desires. 

Finally, Brad began kissing downwards, tasting the softness and aroma of her neck, biting it in quick little nips, intermittent licking's and kisses as though drawing a stitched line of progress upon her flesh. He reached the gently sloping curvature of her breast, lingering there even longer. Kissing her, drinking in the fragrance of her heated and aroused passions, his desire rapidly grew.

As he drew her in, savoring the texture and feel of her hard tipped nipple, his own nipples seemed to suddenly intensify with the sensation as well. He was even forced to stop to look down at him self, expecting that Vicky was in some way touching or caressing his. Maybe that would explain why he was experiencing such erotic thrills. Vicky sitting astride him as she was, had both arms slightly braced behind her, her head tilted back, allowing him unrestricted access. Her beautiful breasts thrust forward, were the only other direct contact against him. Yet, the sensations continued, and he swam in its pleasure. 

Amazingly he was more than content to continue just as they were. Alternately cupping and caressing each breast separately, while kissing and sucking the other. He could not imagine or recall a time when he had been satisfied in simply doing this.

Reluctantly, Brad watched her as she seductively, if not playfully slid away. Brad even attempted to reach for her, not yet ready to let go of that moment. However Vicky had other ideas. Reaching down, she unbuckled his belt, and slowly began unzipping his fly. Not even once did her eyes turn away from his. Again, those twinkling pools of dancing light seemed to capture him as their eyes met. Mesmerized, he felt himself being lifted upwards, almost as though floating on air as she easily and effortlessly removed his clothing. First his slacks, and then his boxer shorts. He didn't even know at first that she had really done this, for it had been more dream- like in a way. That was, until the electrifying bolt of electricity suddenly surged up and down his entire body as her hand sought him out, caressed and playfully teased his erect throbbing penis.

Brad had certainly enjoyed similar pleasures in the past. Had even joked with friends how if a hand-job was done correctly, that it would be a toss-up between that and a good blowjob. But the vulgar comparison of that to this was as different as night was to day. Her touch was not merely pleasing and self satisfying, but seemed to awaken nerves he had not known existed. Her mere touch, the finger tracings as she explored him, lightly, softly, as though redrawing every shape, every inch of him, was near enough to cause him to feel orgasmic. In his mind, he fought for control, fearful that he would not and thus lose himself far too quickly for the moment! 

His eyes felt like they had been glued shut. The pleasure so intense that he was unable to open them, to look at her, which he wanted, needed to do. So it was that he was caught, totally unprepared. He felt then, the softness of her lips suddenly surrounding him. Frantic, he panicked with the worry of releasing his essence inside her sucking mouth. He fought for control, striving, fighting against the weakening ability of his resolve to succumb to her soft sucking manipulations.

Just at the moment he thought all was lost, just teetering on the edge of ecstasy and pleasure, he felt her releasing him, again distancing herself, moving away. Only then was he finally able to open his eyes. She had moved away, though not far away. He looked at her, and thought that she seemed to shimmer, but saw the light of the fire as danced on the sheen of her skin in an erotic display of lights and shadows. Wantonly, she beckoned to him, openly displaying herself to his staring eyes.

It wasn't just her pussy that he was looking at either. But her sexual being. Somehow he knew that. He had often delighted himself in the foreplay of caressing and teasing a woman's cunt before. But again, even this vulgar term could not do justice to the beauty of what he was gazing at. For it was far more than a cunt or a pussy, it was rapture incarnate. He seemed to lose himself in the maze of her lips, how they folded and intertwined upon one another, he was immediately reminded of the often used term of a woman's pedaled lips, opening, blooming as a soft budding rose. This is what he saw, a blooming flower, the faint trace of female dew shimmering upon her in its silky soft surface. It called to him, inviting him to taste her, to partake of her nectar like a bee to her flower. As though hypnotically controlled, he seemed to float towards her, his lips again kissing and tasting her essence, maddened by his desire for her as he began lapping at her with his tongue. Brad delighted in chasing every hidden fold, looking for her creamy dew... the manna that fed his hunger for her.

He heard her, but her pleasured voice seemed a thousand miles away. As his tongue danced inside her, as he caressed and lick-nipped her tiny hard clit-nub, he heard her gasp, and relished in her intake of breath. Once again she seemed to draw him even further inside herself. He had the uncanny sensation of melding with her, becoming a part of her, apart of her own flesh. As he sucked her, and licked her, the normal lubrications he had known previously with other women, were there, but somehow... hers filled him with an awe that seemed nearly life giving. Her juices coated his tongue, filled his mouth, and covered his own flesh, which once again tingled with a strange sensation he could not comprehend or explain away in simple terms. He knew only that he needed more of it, more of her, more of whatever it was her pussy was producing and giving to him as he devoured her fiercely.

Just when he felt that Vicky was on the edge of some mind-numbing climax, he felt her touching his forehead, pushing him away, and at the same time, extricating herself from beneath him. 

Sweat drenched his face and hair, the saltiness stinging his eyes as the beads of perspiration dripped into them. But it was the sweetness of her that he tasted. Almost pleadingly, he looked towards her a sense of awe and wonder on his face. Her saw her standing above him, again that almost shimmering effervescence, as she smiled. For Brad, time seemed to stop. That smile, her smile transcended her beauty. It made her even more beautiful if that was possible. Above him she stood like a majestic Goddess. Her twin, perfectly sculpted breasts once again inviting him towards her, each one heaving with each intake of her breath. The soft nearly invisible patch of pubic hair between her legs now shut off his view as though a door had been closed, covering it, protecting it. Staring at her as he was, his cock stirred with a more, near painful throbbing need for her. It awakened him back to reality and again he reached towards her, and this time she came to him. 

This time Vicky seemed to float above and over him. He felt her weight press finally upon him while on his back and could only watch as she lowered herself ever closer. He saw her hand, spreading herself, once again revealing the exquisite garden of her womanhood, but only briefly, for she engulfed him deeply and completely in one intensely satisfying capture of his penis. 

Sure, Brad had fucked several women. Like any normal man, he reveled in the sensations that a woman's soft lubricated pussy could do to a man's cock. But this was beyond that. The warmth, mingled with the electrifying sensation of such a soft silkiness, the likes of which he had never experienced, threatened again to take him over the edge far too soon. 

Vicky moved above him with slow deliberate strokes as she smoothly and effortlessly impaled herself upon his erect shaft. The walls of her vagina enveloped him, seemingly alive, kissing him tenderly like a hundred sucking mouths. Adding to this, the erotic smell of her seemed to increase and implode within his mind. All of his senses seemed on the verge of some cosmic overload. Her heat from within bathed him in a bewilderment that was indescribable. Her lubrications coated and caressed him like bathing in a sea of oil, for it was not just his cock that seemed coated and covered, but his entire body seemed to slip and slide somewhere inside her. It was simply not his penis that filled her now, but himself. It was not simply a stiff cock sliding in and out of her, but his entire being. Even the sounds of their lovemaking seemed intensified. Her breath became his. Their hearts seemed to beat in unison one within the other. Even the lubricated sounds of their coupling, became as lapping waves upon some deserted beach. Once again he looked into her eyes, and he saw the soul of her staring back at him. 

In an instant, he was a part of her, as he had never been with any woman previously. Somehow he shared her thoughts, her feelings. His cock throbbed and danced inside her, each penetrating thrust causing him to soar higher and higher in a sea of ecstasy and wondrous exploration. Brad found himself reaching heights of pure pleasure and arousal never before experienced. All the while his eyes locked with hers, searching her out. Her penetrating gaze, imploring him, eagerly urging him on to their mutual and final destination. 

It happened without warning. Brad had always known of course when his orgasm began, always enjoyed that split-second notification before the first powerful spurts of his ejaculation occurred. He often held that moment, albeit briefly and allowed the orgasm itself to delay until the impossibility of it overwhelmed, overpowered him. 

This then, unlike any climax he'd ever known or experienced caught him completely and totally by surprise. He felt her release simultaneously, felt the dam of pleasure break somewhere far up inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed him, rolled over and through him, carrying him away with it. Every fiber, every nerve within his mind, body and soul seemed to explode in a shower of brilliant bright-white stars, thousands, perhaps millions of them exploding all around him. And with each spasm, with each hard felt ejaculation of pleasure, he felt her, and felt hers as well. Brad floated in a never-ending sea of bliss and tranquility. He lost all sense of time and purpose. He lost all sense of himself.

Brad awoke to the sounds of happily chirping birds. For a moment, he though he was dreaming.

"Too soon to be morning," he thought. For in his mind, they were just seconds from having climaxed together. Only then did he fully and completely open his eyes.

It was indeed morning. The soft dying embers of the past nights roaring flame were all that remained. Half expecting to find Vicky lying comfortably still asleep next to him, he rolled over. But she was not there. Glancing up, he immediately saw the strewn piles of their discarded clothing. The flannel shirt having fallen, crumpled and somewhat entangled from last night's lovemaking lay next to him. Brad picked it up, immediately caught the scent of her still lingering upon and within the fabric. He quickly looked about, calling out her name.

Frantic, Brad had searched the entire cabin. Even after he had discovered that her clothes were missing, he still looked around the area for her. Eventually, he surmised that she had either gone in search of help for her car, or more than likely, as there was still plenty of time to call and get a tow-truck, that she had gone to her parents cabin instead. 

Brad recklessly found himself speeding down the canyon in the direction of her cabin. Reaching the turnoff, he stopped pulling up to the fallen bridge. The water had indeed slowed to a much more manageable, and traversable level. With no other options before him, Brad made his way carefully across the ruined bridge, something that would have been dangerous at best the previous evening. Now at least, in daylight, it was easily seen that it could be crossed on foot. 

He had gone only about an eighth of a mile when he saw the cabin. But what he saw surprised and alarmed him. He ran. From where he had stood, it was obvious that all the windows in the cabin had been purposely boarded up. No doubt from winter's harshness, and in some effort to protect it from damage. What concerned him however, was how the front door hung, obviously broken, hanging by a thin nearly pulled free single hinge. He could not imagine Vicky's dismay at coming up and finding their cabin in such a state of disrepair. Worse, he wondered if something might have happened, if some wild animal might have forced entry inside. 

" Or had someone else been staying there, and caught her unexpectedly coming in?" he wondered becoming even more fearful for her safety.

Brad nearly crashed through the door in his haste to find her. Calling out her name, "Vicky? Vicky? Are you here Vicky?" Brad waited, listening. Nothing, no sounds of any kind, so he began to search for her. The place was a mess. Obviously she had her days work cut out if indeed she was planning to have friends over for the weekend. Dust covered the furniture. Obviously the place had not been used or stayed in, in a very long time. Brad quickly realized that Vicky must have known that. It was one of the reasons she was coming up ahead of everyone else. She had needed time to clean and ready the place for her friends. 

"Her car!" Brad said aloud to himself.

No doubt it was filled full of her clothing, and perhaps cleaning materials. Items that she had needed when coming up here in the first place. 

"So why didn't she wake me so I could help her?" he asked himself. No doubt after the past evening, she was either having second thoughts about what had happened between them, or...being a typically young woman with more energy than he certainly had even at thirty-three, she'd gone off to get a head start on things by herself.

Brad quickly made his way back to his car. And with a more cautious intent, drove somewhat urgently down the canyon road, all the while keeping an eye out for her. Nearing the point where he could only best guess where she may have gone off the road, he looked even more intently for her. Additionally, he also looked for signs of a recently struck deer carcass, or smeared, dried blood across the road. Though any signs of that could have easily been washed away with all the past nights rain. 

When Brad figured he was well past the point where he had first encountered Vicky he sped up, heading down the canyon road. He now could only assume that she may have possibly hitched a ride and had gone all the way down the canyon to the grocery and gas station below in search of help or a tow-truck.

Within minutes, he rounded the last curve of the canyon. Only two cars sat in the parking lot. One of which looked to be the same light blue pickup truck Brad had seen on the road the previous evening. 

He braked to a hard stop. As he entered the store, he saw it was poorly lit, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the stores interior. One gruff looking middle aged man stood behind the counter reading a newspaper as he walked in. Brad quickly approached him.

"Excuse me. Perhaps you can help me. I'm looking for someone." Brad was surprised at the "worried" edge and tone of his own voice. He quickly gave a general description of her to the guy behind the counter. 

"Ask him," the owner said pointing. Only then did Brad see the second person who had obviously been sitting there all along. He sat in the far corner of an area that looked to be a makeshift dining area. He was hunched over a cup of coffee, smoking a cigarette. Brad approached him and began his inquiry all over again. But the stranger stopped him.

"Yeah. I've seen her. Not last night, or even this morning for that matter. But I've seen her yes."

"So what the hell does that mean?" Brad angrily questioned. 

Only then did the stranger's eyes soften with understanding. Brad even saw him begin to tear up as he began. 

"I've been coming up here every year now for three years running. You see, three years ago, I came up to go fishing. On the way up the canyon one night I ran into this young woman. She'd been in an accident..."

Brad felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise in disbelief...

"I thought I had hit her myself, but as it turned out, she'd hit a deer just a short time earlier, and her car had apparently gone off the road. Anyway, I gave her a lift back to my place to spend the night, especially as the bridge to her folks cabin had been washed out by the storm."  The stranger had to pause momentarily, collecting himself, but began with an obvious quiver, taking a great deal of effort in doing so before continuing.

"Came down the canyon in the morning looking for her. Never did find her. But I did learn a lot more about her, as now you will. You see she died in that accident, but not that night, but seven years before that even. And I'm not the first guy to have found her wandering on the road. Nor will I be, or perhaps you be the last. I've been up here every year since...on her birthday. The day she died in that horrible crash." 

He told Brad about the wreck and once again indicated the storeowner who stood listening and watching the two of them talking. "They never did pull her car out of the river. You can still see it, rusted out, smashed between two large boulders."

Brad wondered if he'd forced the issue, "What might have happened had he gone down to look at her car, would she have disappeared? Or did she already know the outcome of that decision not to?" he considered.

"One or two others have come, and like me, have either come back looking for her, every year, or have simply disappeared and never come back here again. So I guess...last night it was your turn. And I guess, like me, or like some of the others, you'll have to decide for yourself what you're going to do. All I can say is, if it was for you, anything like it was for me, it will always be a night I will never forget, a night that I will always... remember." 



A Night to Remember



You open the door. There she stands, wet and cold, arms crossed in front of her. You are confused, why is she here? She looks up at you. "Can I come in?" Her voice is her normal wispy whisper that turns you on, but is shaky. Not like her normal self confidence that she normally projects. You step aside and she walks in. She is soaked, way to wet to just be a walk from her car. You look out the front door, but her car isn't in your driveway. She must have walked the three miles it takes to get from her house to yours.

You turn to look at her. She is just standing there, her normal blonde flowing hair is stringy and wet, and pieces of it are stuck to her cheek. Her white shirt is clinging to her skin and you can see straight through it. 

Damn, she has a nice body. Curved just where you like it. Her breasts are blocked from your view by her pink bra that you can make out through the wet material. Her jeans are wet and heavy, slipping off her hips from the weight of them being wet. Her pale skin glistens from the rain. Her feet are adorned in her every day flip-flops, something you have never seen her without. Today her toes are painted pink to match her bra and you assuming her panties. She once told you she always wants to match...panties, bra, and toes, because she never knows when she will be naked.

She looks at you with her large grey eyes. Black make-up is smeared under her eyes which makes her grey eyes darker than usual. 

"What's going on? Why are you all wet?" You ask her while you walk towards the closet. You pull out a large towel. 

"I got caught in the rain," she tells you as you hand her the towel, "And I wanted to spend some time with you tonight. Can I stay here, just for tonight?" You try not to act shocked, but you are sure she can see it all over your face. 

"Yeah, sure." You try to act calm about it. She smiles and continues to rub her clothes. "Why don't you grab one of my shirts and I will dry your clothes for you." 

"Thanks, James. You are the best! I know where your shirts are, I'll be down in a minute. K?" And she darts up the stairs to your room. 

What just happened? You have known Sarah for almost a year now. You fell in love with her the first day you met her. You had walked into an intro to psychology class and took the seat next to her. A few people said hi to you. You turned to her and since y'all were sharing a table, you figured you should at least know her name. "Hi, I'm James." 

She responded with, "Hi James, I'm Sarah." She leaned close and whispered in your ear, "Are you a good kisser?" She timed it perfectly because right at that moment the teacher walked in and started class. You didn't hear much of that lecture because you couldn't get what she said out of your head. Are you a good kisser? This girl didn't know you; you have never had someone so blunt and sexy right to start off with. 

That was the beginning of your friendship. She was nothing like anybody you had ever met. She was confident, sexy, and so much fun! But all she has ever wanted to be is your friend. So for her to ask to spend the night is totally unexpected. 

"Where should I put my clothes?" You turn around. She is standing in front of you in one of your t-shirts. In only your t-shirt. Her long legs are bare; you guess she didn't want to borrow any of your sweats. The shirt is long enough to cover her just enough so you cannot see if she is still wearing her panties, but you imagine that she isn't. You know she isn't wearing her bra because it is in her hand. 

"James!" Her voice brings you back to reality. "Clothes... where should I put them?" "I'll take them." You answer her and reach for her clothes. She smiles warmly and hands them to you. You walk into the laundry room and open the dryer. You throw in her clothes and something falls on the floor. It's her panties. Dear God! She isn't wearing them! "Find something you like?" You spin around with her panties still in your hand. 

"Um... I dropped these. I was just putting them in the dryer to dry. So they aren't wet..." God, you are a moron! You are blushing, but that only makes Sarah smile widen. 

She walks towards you, leans hard against your chest, and takes the panties from your hands. She gets close to you, very close. 

"Let me help you." She slowly leans down and throws them in the dryer. With a flick of her wrist, she slams the door, turns on her heals, and walks away. Her hair flings over her shoulder and she looks back at you through the doorway. "Come on James. Are you going to stay in the laundry room or are you going to come out and talk with me?" 

She sprints through the kitchen to the couch and flops down. "What do you want to do?" She yells back at you. You walk out and stand in the doorway. She flips around on the couch to look at you. "Where's Rich?" 

"He's at work, Nate is with him. They won't be back until tomorrow. But Earl might stop by." Rich was your roommate, Nate was his dog, and Earl was your friend, who didn't really get along with Sarah ever since she told him he was too ugly to just kiss, and it didn't matter how drunk she got, he was always going to be ugly. 

She curls her nose while she says, "Earl..." she sighs and continues, "When is he going to be here? Maybe I'll go home when my clothes are dry." Shit! NO! That is not what you want. 

"Well, you probably won't see him." You quickly let her know, "He is just coming here after work, which is normally like at 2am and he will just crash on the couch. He is usually gone by the time I get up anyway." You turn and walk back to the fridge, but you keep talking. 

"So, if you are going to stay the night, you'll have to sleep in my room, if that doesn't bother you." Please God, say it doesn't bother you... you think in your head. 

"Well, if I didn't sleep with you," she calls through the house, "What fun would it be staying here?"

A few hours later, Sarah's clothes are dry, but she hasn't asked for them. Y'all were focused at the task at hand, beating each other at Madden. Sarah, unlike most girls you know, loves football. If she can't watch it, she wants to be playing, and if she cannot play the actual sport, she wants to play the video game. It was kinda this thing that you, her and Rich do every Monday. Since there is no Monday night football going on right now, y'all get together and play it on PS2. You have had a couple of beers and she has had her normal Raspberry Schnapps and sprite. 

She is her normal self, jumping up and down, yelling and cussing, and always touching you. Suddenly, she lays down on the couch and stretches. As she lifts her arms above her head, your t-shirt rises and you can see her pussy. She is shaved and you can see two dark circles on either side of her pussy lips. She has those same marks behind her ears; she calls then her matching birthmarks. She had always told you that she had them in other places and you had always assumed that they were on her ass. 

She leans up and rests her head on your chest. "I'm tired," she says as she nuzzles you with her head. You take the hint. 

"Yeah, I'm tired too. Let's go to bed." You say as calmly as you can. She isn't making this a big deal and neither should you. She takes you by the hand and tugs on you to get up. She stumbles a little bit, thanks to the schnapps. She giggles and you wrap your arm around her waist so she doesn't fall down the stairs, again. Then you remember, "You want your clothes?" 

"Nah, I'll get 'em tomorrow. Let's go, I'm tired!" 

You half walk, half drag her up to your room. She sloshed over to your CD player and fingers through your CDs. She pulls one out and slides it in. The voice from the lead singer of LIVE fills your room, a bit loudly. She covers her ears with one hand and turns down the volume with the other. She bends over to flip through the tracks. To keep herself steady, her legs are spread apart, far apart. From your view in the doorway, you have a great view of her soft, round, ass, and an even better view of her pussy. It is pink, really pink. As she looks for the track she wants, she sways back and forth. Something between her legs catches your eye. It's sliver and it shines. You think it is a pussy ring, but you cannot ask her or she will know you were looking at her.

She has found her song, Turn my Head, and has it on repeat. She turns down the volume until you can barely hear it. She turns and looks at your bed, looks around your room, and then looks at you. "Where's my bed?" she asks. Ut oh, doesn't she remember you told her she would have to sleep with you? 

"Umm...well," you start out. 

She just giggles. "I'm kidding James!" She keeps giggling. "You should have seen how white your face got!" 

"Yeah Sarah, very funny!" You try to play it off, even though your stomach had dropped to the floor. She has climbed into your bed and moved over so there is a place for you. You aren't really sure what to do. She is drunk so she isn't herself. And what happens tonight could mess things up with her. But then again, it could make things better. 

"What, are you scared of me." She giggles again, "I don't bite! At least hard." And then as if she could read your mind, "Don't worry Sweets, this will not change anything. This is what I wanted. Promise." 

With that okay, you climb into bed wit her, clothes and all. She looks at you weird and smiles. You feel her slip her hands beneath the covers and her fingers fiddle around with the button to your pants. 

"You don't sleep with your clothes on!" She informs you. "I remember, remember?" She had once taken care of you when you were sick and no, you don't sleep in your clothes. You normally sleep naked, and she knows that. 

"Well," you explain, "I didn't want you to think I expected anything." 

"Oh, how sweet." She says in a mocking voice. "But maybe I do expect something... is that okay with you?" By this time she has unbuttoned and unzipped your pants and is wrestling them off with her legs.

When she has your pants off in a pile to on the floor, she quickly adds your shirt to the pile. She nudges you and you roll on your back. She straddles you and her hips start to slowly grind into yours. She runs her fingers up your chest and start to circle your nipples with her fingertips. 

She slides her head down your chest and lightly start to lick your nipple. You reach down and touch her back. Her skin is soft and warm. She lets out a moan when you touch her. She lets out a cold breath and you get instant chills. She giggles again and the motion of her stomach pushes against your hard dick, making you moan out. She starts to kiss down your stomach. As she kisses lower and lower, your breathing quickens. It is so sexy. 

Sarah keeps kissing downward but stops at your inner thighs. While her lips are kissing your thighs, she slides her hands around your big hard dick. She pulls it out of your boxer shorts, which she left on you, and holds your dick still. She softly kisses up one side until she gets to the tip. Then she slides it into mouth. You feel her relax and try to slide the whole thing into her mouth but she can't. It's too big for her. When it does hit the back of her throat, you look down at her and notice how big her eyes are. 

Thank God for the desk lamp that is still on. You can see that her eyes are no longer grey, but a soft shade of blue. She once told you that the more turned on she gets, the bluer her eyes go. She moans. The vibrations from her moaning tingles your cock and you can't take anymore. 

You try to lift her off your cock. You want to fuck her, but she push you back down with one hand and continue to suck your cock. "It's still my turn." she simply says. "I wanna play with you first." She then adds, "You can play with me later." You lay back down, not sure how much more you can take of this game. But your only choice it to lay there and watch her head go up and down on your dick. 

She takes your dick out of her mouth and takes her tongue and run it up and down your long hard cock. You look down at her and notice she am watching you. "Why are you looking at me?" you ask. 

She stops just long enough to say, "I like to see you smile." 

You are done. You want to show her how it feels to be teased. You lift her head up off your cock, role her over onto her back, and slide your hands between her legs. She is so wet that even her thighs are wet. You smile because your job just got a lot easier. Your fingers slip in and out of her. You run your fingers along every inch of the inside of her pussy. You find the pussy ring. You've never actually seen one in person so you slip under the covers to take a look. 

As you pull her snatch lips apart, she moans and says, "Oh, my God. James that feels so good. Taste me." You look at her pussy ring. It is just a small hoop, but damn is it cute. You nuzzle your nose into her wet twat, completely inhaling her smell. You take her clit ring and lick it. 

"Oh my God!" She is getting louder. She grabs your head with both her hand and slightly pulls on your hair. You tug on the ring, move it, lick it. Each time, her reaction is fabulous. She moans, screams, and pulls and releases your hair. She is thrusting her hips into your chest and her legs sometimes wrap around you and sometimes let you go. 

You move up and take one of her tits into each on of your hands. You notice that her nipples are pink. Pink nipples, pink pussy, everything about her is pink. Then you lean forward and take on in your mouth. 

She breathes in sharply, "You make me feel so good." She tugs on your arm, trying to pull your mouth up to hers, but you ignore her and keep sucking on my titty. "James, kiss me please..." she is begging. You smile up at her and let go of her tit. You slide up her body and as you do, your cock slip between her legs and into her pussy. 

She tries to let out a scream of pleasure, but you have covered her mouth with yours. She screams into your mouth. It is so tight and you are so big in her. She can hardly take it. She rips her mouth from yours and screams, "Harder James, please! Fuck me harder!" You sit up on your knees, lift her hips and slam your cock into her pussy. You can feel all her hot wetness surround you and she screams out your name with every thrust. As she gets closer and closer to cumming, her nails dig into your shoulders. Her pussy is so tight around your cock you want to cum, but you wait for her. 

Suddenly, you feel her whole body tighten, you look at her eyes. She looks back at you and her eyes are so dark they almost look black. She screams harder than ever as she starts to cum all over your fat dick. As she cum, her pussy clenches down on your dick and you start to cum with her. 

"Cum with me James! Cum inside me. I want to feel you inside me!" She screams and pulls you forward so your chests are pressed against each other. You feel her suddenly relax under you and you fall on top of her. She nudges you off of her to one side and you watch as she slide her hand down her body and slip her fingers into her soaked pussy. She then slide them out, covered with your cum, and lick them off. "God, you taste so good." she says and then she leans over you once more. 

She kisses you softly. "Thanks James." She says softly. "That is exactly what I wanted." She rests her head on your chest and after a bit you feel her breathing become slow and rhythmic. She is asleep, but there is no way you will sleep tonight. Not after what just happened. You just close your eyes and hold her.



A Night to Remember



Stretched out on his large comfortable bed, he stood there trying to catch his breath, the day had finally come that she was right where he wanted her.............

She watched unsure as to what he had on his mind, usually she could tell, but tonight she lay spread with each limb gently tied to each corner of his huge bed. God the dreams she had about being in his grasp and the things they would do together. Well tonight he claimed her as his, he had waited long enough, tonight he was going to claim her completely for his own. Oh the plans he had, she would be so surprised that he was capable of acting on the dreams he had. How real they were and how ready he was, he felt like he was lost in his own dreamland.

Clearing her throat made him realize that this was no longer the dream that he had over and over. Running a authoritative hand over her taunt ready body, she quivered under his touch at the anticipation of what ever he had in his mind. 

Leaning down he whispered, "Do you like ice beauty queen?" His breath so hot and erotic next to her neck and ear that all she could do was moan.

Stepping back he smiled and said, "I'll take that as a yes." Gently kissing her lips he felt the hunger come from her return. He had to moan, as he slowly reach down squeezing and teasing her nipples that were extremely ripe and ready for him to devour. In time he thought in his mind, that was now whirling as he explored her body, slowly moving down to take first one then the other hard nub into his hot wet mouth.

"Ahhh" came the reaction as she arched against his face. 

Suckling and teasing back and forth his hands wanting needing to explore her more, wanting to see exactly just how much she longed for him. He reached down over her stomach reaching farther yet and finding the answer he so hoped was the answer he'd desired, she was soaked. Not wanting her to get any pleasure just yet he only cupped her in his hand. He wanted so bad to slip a finger in and make her scream his name, soon he told himself.

He looked up at her and said, "God you feel so good, I want this to be the best you've ever had, will you let me do anything that I desire?"

She looked at him lust blurring her vision she breathed out, "Do what you must, but please do it soon."

"Oh! Begging already, oh this is going to be a wonderful night for both of us my little vixen!" came his strained reply.

Reaching for the bucket that he had prepared ahead of time, he pulled out a cube of ice and gripped it in his hot hand and let it drip down her hot body. 

She writhed under the drips and breathed, "Oh god yes!"

He got close to her ear and barely breathed, "Just wait!" placing a corner of the cube on the very tip of her nipple then waited for the reaction.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she screamed and squirmed under the feel of the ice.

He moved it from one nipple to the other, replacing the ice with his hot mouth as he moved from one to the other sucking hard and flicking his hot tongue across them.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum!" she screamed.

He leaned back and stopped leaving her begging and pleading with him to let her cum. He only looked at her, smiled and shook his head. "Not yet."

"Oh please master!" she begged.

How could he resist, when he himself was on the verge of explosion. An evil lustful look came to his face and he placed an ice cube into his mouth. Holding it as he kissed his way down her belly and over her navel, sticking his tongue into her navel. 

"Oh God yes!" she moaned and writhed under his torturous lips.

Not saying a word he spread her lips and devoured her clit with his mouth, placing the ice on it then removing it and flicking with his tongue. 

She couldn't believe that her wildest dreams were coming true, moaning and begging for him to fuck her. "Please master! I want to feel you in me, you long hard throbbing erection deep inside me, please!" She cried out.

"In time my darling, in time. I want you to realize just how much I've wanted you and for how long." he spoke to her in a quiet deep voice, she almost couldn't her him through the lust filling her ears.

He continued with her for sometime, she showered his face and even squirted him a few times, which about made him cum right on the spot. 

Finally, he could stand it no longer, stopping just short of her oragsm. She groaned until she saw that he was between her legs stroking himself to show her how hard she had made him. She looked up into his eyes and licked her lips. That took his breath away, he so wanted to slide his rod deep into her mouth, but the need to be in her pussy far out 

weighed that desire. Placing just the tip at her opening he slide in and out slowly, teasing her. She arched and ground her hips in an upward motion toward him begging him to take her, that he'd fit and they were meant to be. 

"Two become one" she whispered.

Looking deep into her crystal blue eyes he understood what she said and thrust deep into her very wet, hot waiting pussy.

"Mmm you feel just right master!" she moaned. "Please let me wrap my legs around you master, I want you deep in me so I can feel the tip of your cock twitching against my g-spot."

Quickly he reached back, which caused him to go deeper into her making her muscles contract down on him as he undid the straps on her ankles. She wrapped her legs around him at lightning speed and pushed him into her even more. His thrusts picked up as he slammed in and out of her she began to move with him making it more intense then either of them imagined. 

"Oh god baby!" he forced out. "You feel better then I could ever imagine or dream about."

"Mmm, you too master" came her breathy response. "I am gonna cum master, will you please cum with me?" 

He growled his response as he thrust deeper and harder then stopped completely as they both released. 

He fell on top of her, reaching up to untie her wrists and hold her while they slept.

The last thing she remembered as she drifted off to sleep was the kisses that he planted all over her head and face. 



A Night to Remember



I awoke to find a beautiful but familiar stranger in my bed and I kept thinking to myself how did this happen, I mean we are best friends and have many a time shared a bed or a bath or simply just fell asleep holding each other after a girl's night in but never before anything like this?

She lay there sleeping, breathing deeply and the sheet exposed the curve of her shoulder blade and smoothly followed the contours of her spine and nestled in the small of her back. Her skin so even, delicate and silky to the touch...Aaah, I remember her bronze tanned skin and how it smelt...a seductive concoction of vanilla and cocoa butter.

I swept her long, curly black hair from her face and gazed fixedly at her long, black eyelashes, those almost perfect facial features and those luscious and full velvet pink lips which complimented the rosy hues of her cheeks. I smiled as I ran my fingers a few more times through her hair, combing the loose strands back as I covered her naked body with the sheet carefully not to wake her. I stood up, put my gown and slippers on and headed for the kitchen.

This is my every morning ritual; to stand in front of the coffee percolator shivering like some drug addict with serious withdrawal symptoms as filter coffee is one addiction I cannot live without as it get's me through the long, tiring days of working. Luckily, today is Sunday so I can relax sipping my coffee indulgently as if it were my last and page through the current newspaper to brush up on breaking news and the stock market.

Suddenly I find myself not concentrating really on the news or the statistics but instead I replay the night before's events over and over in my mind, grinning shamelessly as I can feel myself getting flushed over with a warm feeling. What happened last night you may ask, well, first let me tell you a bit about us, the "Terrible Twins" as we have been named by our colleagues and how we got that name is a story entirely on it's own.

My name is Amber and at the time of the experience I was 28 years old. I was a Contract Manager for a lucrative Transport company and was studying my profession further through the University of Johannesburg. I am 1.64 meters tall with light brown hair that flows down to my shoulder blades and I have blue eyes, sort of discerning eyes that are hard to lie to as they have been described. My personality has been described as bubbly, an extrovert, a dare-devil and an aura of self-confidence and always the life of the party. I have 34cm hips and a 36C bust. The one thing I am never seen without is my best friend Lisa; we are inseparable. We have been best friends for a good 10 years now.

Lisa has just turned 24 years old and works as an Insurance Administrator for the same company. She is 1.70 meters tall with black curly hair that wildly cascades in the small of her back and she has piercingly pale blue eyes, the kind of eyes that stare straight through you, the kind of eyes that you can't say no to when she's asking so nicely. Eventhough we are best friends, Lisa is pretty much slain to conjecture and rumours of how she spends her time being the "company village bicycle" as it has been put. Knowing her so well, I can honestly say that I think the women of the company are unfair to her as much of the conjecture and rumours she is tormented by are not true at all. Lisa does have a cocky and fun personality and she does like to flirt with the men but its all in the name of fun and personally, I think it's her way of boosting her self-confidence. Lisa has 36cm hips and a 36C bust. I know Lisa looks up to me as her role model and she is the only person I can share my darkest secrets and deepest thoughts without being subjected to ridicule or conjecture. Wherever I am, you will find Lisa.

Enough of that, now on to what happened last night...

It's Saturday the 22nd of October and its Lisa's 24th birthday today. As customary, I'm on my way to pick Lisa up for a girl's night out. It's a long drive as she lives an hour away from me but I keep my mind pre-occupied with some of my favorite music blaring from my Audi as I drive along. The country side along the way is fairly flat and dotted with new residences and upcoming businesses. I eventually pull up in her driveway and walk to the front door which is standing ajar for me to enter. I walk in announcing that I have arrived and am greeted by her Senegal Parrot; Oscar. I didn't fancy Oscar all that much not that I don't like birds but this bird has a split personality and just as quick as he is your friend, so quick is he launch a savage attack of persistent biting. Before I continue onwards into the rest of her house, I give Oscar the usual death-stare just to make sure that he understands that today is not the day to launch a savage attack on me. For once, it seemed to work as Oscar moved further along his perch and began whistling while focusing his attention in another direction.

I quickly scurry past before "Hannibal Lector" as I like to call him decides to change his mind. I walk down the short, narrow passage which leads to the spare bedrooms and main bedroom. To describe her house is somewhat difficult as she has just bought it and the only way I can describe it to award it some justice is that she has began to make it her own and started to decorate it to her personality type. As I enter the main bedroom, I'm not surprised to see that she is still not dressed as she flounders in her cupboard for something to wear. I sit on her bed patiently and start some small talk while she finishes off. I know why she's late as I denote the familiar smell of early morning sex with her fiancée who had already left for work. I often wonder why she is with him as they don't seem to fit together at all and she often complains that he does not attend to her needs as she would like him to and that he only wants to stay at home all the time and drink and braai. Her choice in men has not been the best choice as she often chooses a man who doesn't really appreciate her and she always ends up getting hurt.

Luckily, her fiancée knows that we are best friends and that she won't let anything get in the way of our friendship as it has been around much longer and has stood the test of every possible hump and bump that life could throw at it. Finally, she's ready and clutches for her bag as we head for the door. On the way, I have to face "Hannibal Lector" again as he tries to flay my elbow but this time my reactions are too fast and I escape unscathed. She locks up and we head for my house.

We spend most of the day lounging around my rock pool, sipping on any type of cocktail we can concoct and share our most intimate experiences and thoughts. I can see that Lisa seems to have sadness about her that she's trying to hide as best as she can and I know why she's sad, she seems to think that I have forgotten about her birthday as I have not mentioned anything of the sort. I get up, roughly dry myself off and head inside for a moment. I return with a wrapped box, give to her and say: Happy Birthday Lisa. I didn't forget...I hope you like the present.

Like a child at a Christmas tree, she quickly tears the paper with excitement and opens the box to find the short camouflage skirt she has always wanted but couldn't find her size and a black halter-neck top. She smiles with delight and rushes up to me with her wet body pressed against mine and gives me a hug and kiss to say thank-you. She says to me: I hope we are going out tonight as I can't wait to wear my new outfit?

To which I reply: Of course we are going out tonight. We are going to celebrate your birthday with a bang.

The afternoon fades away to sunset and we decide to go get ready to go out. As we pass the kitchen, we quickly heat up some microwave pizza's and scoff it down as it wouldn't be a pleasant evening if we were too drunk to enjoy it. She strolls down my passage towards my main bedroom to shower, removing her costume bit by bit and throwing it on the floor as she walks. I follow, picking up her costume off the floor, yes, my friend is rather messy but I don't mind, I enjoy watching her prance around like she didn't have a care in the world.

I run myself a warm bath as she climbs in the shower. I lay there soaking for a few minutes in full view of the shower. For the first time, I look at her in a different way, not as my best friend. I watch her lather up, the soap running down her provocative body and I see how voluptuous and sexy she really is for the first time. I watch as she rubs the soap down her cleavage and over her pink nipples. I feel my breath deepening as I watch in awe as she slides the soap down her navel and to her vulva. She spreads her legs willingly, inviting the soap in as she parts her lips with the bar of soap and begins washing. The expression on her face is that of pleasure as she rubs the bar up and down. I can't but help myself to watch as I put my hand between my legs. I start rubbing my clitoris gently and sliding my fingers up and down my already wet pussy. I watch as she washes every inch of herself, arousing me further as I increase the pace and slide two fingers deep within me. I try not to make a sound so I bite my lip to hold in my pleasure cries as I continue working my g-spot. I'm close; I can feel the wave coming.

I'm so enveloped in my own pleasure that I do not at first notice that she's watching me as I diligently finger myself in the bath. I feel a hot feeling, the kind of feeling when you know someone is staring at you and I look to see if she sees what I'm doing. To my surprise, she has been watching me and is smiling mischievously at me. I get such a fright as I quickly sit up and start lathering the back brush as I feel a hot sensation welling up in my cheeks...I know I'm embarrassed as I have never done this in front of her and I'm wondering what she's thinking...it's her fault, she aroused me in the first place...we are best friends... I couldn't possibly tell her that. I brush the thought off and finish bathing, praying she's not going to tell me that she thinks that I'm disgusting and that it's best if we ended the friendship as its going too far now.

The whole time while I'm putting my make-up on, she's glaring at me with a smirk on her face. I pretend I don't notice and continue applying the mascara when she says: Amber, what are your thoughts on a girl-on-girl experience?

I feel a sharp, wincing pain followed by a tear or two as almost jab my eye out with the mascara brush as I was not expecting a question like that. I shyly reply: Well, to tell you honestly, I've always wanted to try it because I think another woman knows where to touch you and how you like it...I mean, if I can bring myself to such waves of pleasure, I sometimes wonder if the other woman would be able to do the same or better. Don't get me wrong, I do like men but I must admit that I'm bi-curious. Why, what do you think? I ask as I pick up my make-up eraser pen and start erasing any mascara smudges I left from my attempt at removing my own eye.

She smiles sheepishly and says: I don't really know what I think...partly, I think I'm afraid to try it but I'm also intrigued and somewhat excited to try it out even if it's just once. You know how much I love you...you're my best friend and my only confidant but would you think bad of me if I told you that I find you alluring, beautiful and I'm extremely attracted to your sexy body?

Trying hard this time to hold the mascara brush steady and hide my smile as she didn't know it yet but I felt the same way about her: No, I don't think bad of you...you know me, I'm one of the most open-minded individuals you know and I don't judge other people's sexual desires or preferences. Thank-you for the compliment, I think you have a beautiful body and I don't know why you keep trying to lose weight to change it as I think you're perfect just the way you are! Let's see how tonight pans out...no pressure... if it happens, it happens but I don't want it to affect our friendship so if there's any reason it should affect our friendship, it shouldn't happen. If you decide that it won't affect our friendship and want to still go ahead with it later then just promise me one thing...you will let every inhibition go?

She nods eagerly as we finish putting our make-up on and get dressed. She puts on her black halter-neck top, revealing that lavish cleavage of hers, like forbidden fruit tempting you to pick it and take a bite of its juicy flesh. The camouflage skirt gets slipped on with a pair of stiletto's to match and my eyes pleasingly flow up and down the lengths of her shapely legs, the skirt just barely covering her tight ass and that snatch of hers as she slips on a silky black g-string. She sits on the bed and begins to brush her long, wild black hair and watches me get dressed.

I slip on a white lace g-string and my favorite pair of low-cut, tight jeans which makes me feel taller when donned with a pair of heels and compliments my small but tight ass. I put on a white push-up bra to accentuate my cleavage and drape a white wrap top around my breasts and waist; it stops just above my navel to reveal my belly-button ring which is made of platinum and tanzanite. I run the brush through my hair and grabbed a jacket as we head for the door.

We decided to try out the new club that had opened and as usual, it did not take long for interested parties to look our way or try and chat us up with those cheesy pick-up lines and drivel. Not tonight, the "Terrible Twins" had a whole new agenda on mind and the occasional sigh or yawn fended off any possible hitters. The only man that got spoken to that night was the barman who poured Tequila after Tequila followed by Bacardi Mojito's of every flavor. Our aim was not to get drunk but to just get in a nice mellow state.

Lisa turned to me and put her hand on my thigh and said: How about a Tequila body shot? Before I could answer, she was already seductively licking my cleavage to apply the salt and stuffed a wedge of lemon in my teeth. She lapped the salt up from the groove between my breasts, tilted her head back as she took the Tequila shot and came forward to bite the piece of lemon that was just protruding from my lips. Soon it became apparent that she was not after the lemon at all as she forced her tongue in my mouth and enveloped it around my tongue. I willing participated, feeling a warm sensual feeling coming over me. I kissed her back, slow, deep and passionate, wrapping my tongue around hers and exploring her mouth entirely when a loud cacophony could be heard from the men around the bar who were excited by the prospect of honeys snogging.

She stopped, pulled back and stared at my lips as she said: Oh my God, you're such a good kisser...I'm so horny now...maybe a break will cool me down...I need to go to the bathroom, are you coming?

Without a single word, I followed her to the bathroom but my mind was not on a cool-off period, oh no, I had other ideas mulling in my mind. I entered the stall with her as we usually do; it's a kind of buddy system we have to ensure that each of us was looked after at all times. I locked the door and as she turned around to lift the toilet lid I pushed her gently over that she was bending over the toilet as I grabbed her by the hips and said: Spread those legs honey...have you been a dirty girl...let's see where you're hiding that contraband... I knew this was one of her fantasy's to be sort of strip searched. I slid my hand up the inside of her right thigh while patting down her buttocks with the other hand before feeling her breasts up a bit. I slid my hand further up to her groin area and across her blossoming vulva that was just protruding from her g-string. I slid a finger underneath her g-string and rubbed her wet slit. She was wet alright and groaning softly as I slid a finger deep with in her and knowing how she liked to be teased, I abruptly pulled it out and sucked on my finger...Aaah...you're clean, no contraband here...as I pulled her g-string back in place and allowed her to use the toilet. 

She finished up and flushed the toilet with a glow about her, you know, the glow of those pheromones racing furiously in your blood and making it hard for you to breathe as your breath becomes deeper with every gasp. She was rearing to go, like a thorough-bred filly that was being broken in for the first time but this filly kicked her hooves steadfast in the ground, she was not going down without a fight and without warning pushed me up against the stall door as she kissed me with vigor and passion. She ripped my wrap top open to reveal my accentuated breasts as she fondled them, kissing and gently biting my neck as she worked her way down to my valley. She pulled my bra to once side to expose my already hard nipple and flicked over it with her tongue. I could feel my g-string becoming saturated as I got wetter with each touch. You like that? She asked and I nodded as a groan of pleasure escaped my lips.

She then, just as I did, abruptly stopped with a smile of victory on her face. Damn, I allowed her to tease me in the same way, how the hell am I going to get the upper hand here as she thought exactly as I did?

We went back to the bar, both sexually frustrated and aching for more but this was a game, possibly a game of sexual power and dominance. We ordered another round and as I lent over to pay the barman, she patted my ass and groped at my snatch. I knew the whole bar could see the events playing out before them but I was so enveloped in the strange yet exciting bi-sexual feelings I was having that I didn't pay any attention to the staring eyes or cat-calls.

I asked the DJ to play what we call a Golden-Oldie "I touch myself" and beckoned her to the dance floor. I knew it was a slow song where you could really bump 'n grind against your partner. As she stepped to dance in front of me, I turned her around, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back that it was resting on my shoulder. I pulled her hips hard back on to me and released my grip of her hair and started to sensually rotate my hips against her ass. Just then the song's words were playing "...when I think about you...I touch myself..." as I slid my hand down her shoulder and under her halter-neck top. I tweaked her nipple as my palm smoothed over her mound while the cat-calls and whistling relentlessly went on. I turned her around and kissed deeply. I could only hear her and my breathing, the song had faded into the background and it felt like time had stood still. I think we should take this somewhere more private...I said. She nodded in anticipation and we left for my house.

The whole way from the garage to the front door, we kissed deeply in desperation for what was to come, both of us in the heat of the moment as I fumbled for the keys to unlock the front door. As we went from the front door down the passage and to the room, we kissed unyieldingly as we felt each other up and ripped item by item of clothing off. By the time we got into the bedroom, we were both naked and exploring each fold of skin, each curve and each hidden treasure as we got on top of the bed. I whispered: Do you trust me; I promise I won't hurt you? 

She sat there in surrender and I knew without her saying so that she trusted me. I pulled a blindfold over her eyes and gently bound her wrists. I could feel she was shaking, not from fear but from excitement and anticipation as I took an ice cube and started making small rotations around her nipples. Her nipples became hard, inviting the unknown pleasure as she sighed softly. I took the ice cube away and gently blew on her hard nipples with my warm breath as she wriggled in delight. Continuing with intervals of ice cubes and gentle blowing as I moved down to her stomach, I watched as her skin became a bright pink color and contoured with goose-bumps. I slid the ice cube down further to her inner thighs, just brushing up against her slit. I could see her body begin arching as her sighs became deeper moans.




A Night to Remember



I blew warm air over her slit as she giggled from ecstasy. With my hands under each fold of her cheeks of her ass, I pulled her up as I flicked my tongue in one long and even stroke over her wet slit. Parting the outer folds of her labia with my lips, I licked up and down as she grabbed the sheet and groaned. Sucking the inner folds of her labia and softly biting them, I flicked my tongue over her clitoris. Increasing the rotations over her swelling clitoris, I inserted three fingers deep within her pussy and began to stroke her g-spot while she screamed and begged me not to stop. Licking harder and fingering her deeper against her spongy wall, I could feel her body tensing up as the wave built up within her. I kissed her deep, the way I like to be kissed down there and continued working my fingers within her, cupped up against her g-spot, stroking her as she came. She tasted so good and although she was begging me for it to be my turn, I continued licking and sucking as the second wave built up and came even faster than the first. I came up, pulled her blindfold and restraints off and slid my fingers in her mouth so she could taste herself.

She looked at me, I could see a look of such love and new found desire in her eyes as she kissed me deeply, entwining her tongue with mine and then sucking and biting my lower lip. She rolled me on to my back and began kissing my lips, then my nipples and down to my already wet and twitching pussy. I let slip a small groan of pleasure as she licked my slit and pushed her tongue within me. It felt so good, I couldn't help myself and grabbed the poster of the bed and pulled my hips up into her face. She licked and sucked my clitoris and then said: My, you are wet...do you want more...are you ready?

My pussy violently thrashing for more, I shook my head and let out a shivering: Uh huh!

I felt as she pushed one of my dildos from my drawer deep within me and turned it on to low speed. Aaargh...I cried out as my muscles tightly wrapped around the dildo, gripping it so that it could not easily leave me as frustrated as before.

She turned the setting up to the highest speed and rammed it in hard and deep and then slowly pulling it out almost to the end before ramming it in again. She increased the pace as I felt the wave coming and my nails began to dig deeper into the bed post. She pushed it in once more as I felt a shudder come over me as my muscles contracted and expanded with the release of the wave. Mmmff...I screamed as the juices flowed down my inner thigh and onto the sheet...Oh my God...

We lay there; both famished and lit a cigarette, nothing like a good cigarette after hot sex. We talked for a while, I don't know how long and I don't even remember falling asleep. All I know is that I dreamt about it the whole night and I swore to myself that it would not be the last time.

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A Night to Remember



I don't normally talk about this sort of thing out loud, and for some it might seem like a difficult subject too read, but trust me when I tell you, everything you are about to read is true. You see, I was ten when my mother married John, a man from her work whom she had dated for two years, although I had never met him, he told me about his eleven year old daughter named Joanna, beautiful long blonde hair that came down to her waist line. When they married, Jo and I became friends almost immediately. You see neither of us had sisters, and as we where to be raised in such a fashion we made a pact to be friends for ever, regardless what happened with our parents. When I was fourteen I left for a school in California while Jo stayed home. Although our parents divorced five years ago we regularly kept in touch with phone calls and emails, even using internet messengers to chat weekly, we would talk about anything from movies to boys and, well you get the idea. One time she told me that she was joining the royal air force and leaving for basic training in three weeks. I was shocked, she never mentioned military service before. But part of me was glad she had chosen a career that could lead some where for her.

During her training we rarely contacted each other, simply the odd email from time to time to let each other know how the other was, I guess you could say I missed her. On my 19th birthday I learned that Joanna was being transferred to a base not too far from where I lived, and I guess you could say over the years I picked up something of a local accent which I kinda liked. 

It was a Saturday morning and the night before was a heavy one, lots of drink and god only knows what else, I had experimented with my sexuality before, even dating a woman for a few weeks before we broke up, but that morning I woke up next a gorgeous young woman, although I couldn't recognise her, we where both naked and holding each other, as she awoke she turned and looked at me with contempt as she kissed me patiently, instantly aroused I pulled her on top of me as we made love, although the night before was just a blur of beer and cocktails, and this woman was beautiful, 18 to 20, perfectly shaped B cup breasts and amazing figure. We spent most of the morning in bed together until around 11:30 she had to leave, wearing an old open shirt I walked her too the door as she left I gave her a very passionate kiss and asked her to call again, you can imagine my surprise as I saw Jo walking up my garden path in her full air force uniform. With a huge smile on my face I ran too her and wrapped my arms around her in a hug. Now as you can imagine it was something of a shock when I realised how much clothing I was wearing at the time, with a girl I had slept with just leaving, and my old friend from childhood jut arriving dressed like some amazingly gorgeous military Barbie doll with short cropped blonde hair, I glowed red as I pulled my open shirt around my naked body and escorted her into my house. After I got changed we sat and talked for hours, Jo told me about her career as an air force junior officer, she was excited about being transferred close to me especially since we hadn't seen each other in many years.

That night I decided to take her out for the night, to my favourite restaurant, bars and clubs. She never brought up the woman who left my house that morning, and she had to have seen us kissing, but I guess she just decided to leave the subject until I brought it up. After a great meal, we hit the pubs and clubs we spent the night getting drunk an chatting up guys as always talked about, although we didn't take any home with us, we made it back to my house around 2:30 and collapsed on the sofa. It seemed that Jo had a lower tolerance for alcohol then I had. So I carried her to my bed room where I took off her uniform and placed her in my bed, sleeping in only her underwear she slept threw the night with out waking, as I slept on the top of the covers in just my panties and bra.

One thing that I had always loved is that I rarely got a hangover, and it seemed that Jo also had the same gift. As it was cold during the night I shifted under the covers to keep warm. I don't remember what happened next, but I awoke with her hand on my stomach, softly rolling around my belly button. I turned to look at her, half expecting her to be asleep but to my surprise she was awake and smiling. Softly she leaned towards me and kissed me, shock and excitement flowed threw my body as for a moment I returned the kiss until I softly pushed her away. This wasn't what I wanted, she was my oldest friend, and I loved her as such, although she was extremely beautiful, this wasn't what I wanted. I had no idea when she removed her clothes, and really didn't care as she pulled the covers back to reveal her gorgeous naked body, smiling slightly I pulled the covers back over her and told her this was not what I wanted.

For the better part of the day we didn't speak about what happened that morning until around lunch time she asked me about when I first slept with a woman, for a moment I was slightly embarrassed by her direct question, but I told her about my first time. I told her it was a few years ago when a friend and I were at a party, we both got very drunk, her more then I, so I got us both a taxi back to the dorm. It took me fifteen minutes to walk her, with my arm around her waist, it was a walk that should have taken ten minutes, rather then the longer fifteen minutes. I finally got her back to our room and put her on her bed, I sat her on her bed and took off her shoes and top as she was too drunk to do so. As I took off her blouse she leaned in and kissed me with passion, her hand ran up my inner thigh and pulled my panties aside as they entered me, a warm shiver filled my body as ran her fingers in and out of me as our tongues mixed in a passionate kiss. Very quickly I pulled my top off revealing my bare breasts as her lips found my left breast, I was so turned on I ran my hand up her inner thigh and pushed my fingers inside her. I don't know how long we had sex, but it felt like hours, the next morning we both awoke naked and each other's arms with a slight smile on our faces, for the next few months we slept together on a regular basis, though it was a secret affair as she was dating a man from off campus.

A slight smile came over her face as she looked at me and told me that she often thought about being with another woman, but there was no one she could make the move on, especially in her current career. She told me that the next year she was leaving the military and try to make a life for herself in civilian life. And what shocked me the most was that she followed up with the one words I would not have expected. That she wanted me to be her first woman. She had wanted me since she taught me too kiss years ago when I visited home one Christmas. I was shocked that Jo had said something like that, she told me that if I felt the same, that tonight, she would like me too show her what it was like to be with another woman.

I was shocked, but turned on, Jo was by far the most attractive woman I had ever met. Slowly she leaned over the table and whispered in my ear about her teaching me to kiss. As she bent down to kiss me I took her in my arms kissed her passionately, I felt her arms reaching over the table and under my shirt and softly squeezed my breasts. Slowly I pulled away and took her by her hand.

Needless to say we didn't make it to the bedroom, we got as far as the front room before we where both on the floor as I took off her shirt and bra, her breasts where amazing, a huge 44dd. My tongue rolled around her nipples as I kissed slowly down her body until I rolled down her shorts and panties to reveal she was clean shaven. My tongue rolled around her lips as she breathed deeply with excitement. It didn't take long to bring her to a huge orgasm as her juices flowed over my lips. Quickly we changed places as she removed my clothes and gave me the best orgasm I had in ages. We spent the rest of the day in bed together learning about each other's bodies bringing each other to orgasm time after time with multiple positions. After that weekend our relationship was never the same, as promised she left the service later that year and moved in with me, we now share a house together as lovers and I can honestly say, she is best lover I have ever had, although we had known each other for years, and our parents married each other, we are in love. Sometimes we bring in third a woman, but most of the time, well you get the idea, when it became the time to tell our parents, they found it a little unusual, but they where happy we had found someone. And now five years later we are still happy as the day we first made love.

If you're lucky, maybe we tell you the story of the first kiss, the one when we were... much younger. If you ask nicely.



A Night to Remember



It was a two o-clock on a Wednesday morning when I saw headlights flash into our bedroom and heard a car pull into our drive. Peg and I had gone to bed at about one and she turned over and went to sleep and left me wanting her and laying in bed wide awake. I got up and went to the window to see John's SUV parked in our drive. I looked out at the curb and saw a car parked there. 

John is Peg's black master. She spends Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights with him and the other nights with me. This satisfies a need that Peg has and I am happy to share her with John. Peg does what ever is necessary to keep John happy, including turning tricks for him.

As I heard the front door open, I reached for my shorts which were on a chair beside the bed, and headed for the front entrance. Peg gave John a key to our house and he can come here and fuck her anytime he wants. She is always available for John whenever he wants her. Slipping my shorts on, I meet John and two other black guys in the front hallway and follow John on into the den. I tell him that Peg has gone to bed and is already asleep, as if this mattered. John snaps back, get her up and ready to fuck. He tells me that the two guys with him are Ken and Slim Jim. Just call him Slim. Ken was sort of short and stocky guy and Slim was over six feet. No doubt, John brought them here to fuck Peg. Ken said, get the whore up and let us look at her, she might be to ugly to fuck. Slim added, now Ken, I really need some white pussy, we can cover her face if she is that ugly. John tells me to go get Peg and tell her not to dress because she will just have to take clothes back off.

I left them to go get Peg out of bed. I nudged Peg and whispered to her that John was here. At first she didn't understand. So I shuck her harder, John is here and he has two guys with him. I think they want to fuck you. Peg sits up in bed and rubs her eyes. Hurry up, and get ready for them, I tell her. Peg goes over to the dresser and starts brushing her hair and putting lipstick on. I make up the bed while waiting on Peg to make herself pretty. She reaches for some clothes and I tell her John wants her naked. I hand her a pair of four inch high black heels to put on. Her legs look so much slimmer when she is in heels. She follows me back into the den where the three black guys are waiting for her.

I could tell by the look on their faces that they were delighted with what they saw. There eyes opened wide as if to get a better look at Peg. Peg was standing there in front of them naked as the day she was born except for the heels. I was glad that they liked what they saw. John said, this is Ken and Slim and I promised them some white pussy tonight. Ken spoke up first saying, John, you sure do have yourself some good looking white pussy here. Slim said, I like, I like. They both moved close to Peg, Ken put his arm around Peg and started playing with her tits, Slim got down on his knees and began to feel and inspect her pussy. Peg put her hand down on Ken's dick and I could see it growing hard. Ken unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out for Peg to hold. His dick was only about eight inches long, but is was nearly as big around as a beer can. Wow, I thought. John asked the guys, do you think that she will do. He got affirmative answers for each of the guys. Well, then I will leave her to you and I will see you all later. With that John left. The guys hardly noticed, they were so preoccupied with Peg.

After about five minutes, the guys backed off Peg and started removing their clothes. I really wanted to see what Slim looked like. His dick was already sticking straight out so that he was having trouble pulling his shorts down over it. Finally as his shorts came down, I could see that he had at least ten inches. It was long and slim and came to a point at the head. They followed as Peg started toward the bedroom. I tagged along. Ken seeing me following told me that if I was quite and didn't interfere with them I could stay and watch. I moved a bedroom chair back away from the bed and sat down to watch.

Ken pushed Peg down on her knees and presented his cock to her mouth. Peg opened her mouth and engulfed the huge black cock. Thankfully, it wasn't too long. Slim moved up behind Peg to continue rubbing and fingering her pussy. After a few minutes, Ken pulled out and pushed Peg down on all fours. He followed her mouth, as he lowered himself to his knees. Slim moved up behind Peg and inserted his cock in her pussy. Both he and Peg let out a moan as he thrust his cock deep inside Peg. Slim reached for Peg's hair and pulled her head back to help Ken slid his cock to the back of her throat. My own cock was so hard as I watched and was pressing for release from my shorts.

Now, the two guys were at each end of Peg giving her everything that they could. Ken would slap Peg's face as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. Slim would smack her butt cheeks as he fucked the pussy. I could tell that Peg was loving it even though her moans could hardly be heard with Ken's cock plugging her mouth. When Ken would pull out far enough for Peg to lick his cock head and tongue his pee hole, she would answer them about being John's slut and John's whore. Ken would tell her that he wouldn't mind if she would become his whore. Slim would remind him that John might have something to say about that. After about fifteen minutes, they both pulled out and spin Peg around with Ken at her pussy and Slim at her head.

Ken moves up behind Peg with his monstrous cock. Peg has had cocks before just as big but I don't believe any were any larger around. Peg reaches between her legs and inserts a couple fingers into her pussy and spreads it open. Ken is still wet from just coming from Peg's mouth. He finds the opening and plunges his cock up to his balls into Peg's pussy. Peg's cries, yes, yes, fuck me hard with your big black cock. Ken starts pounding her pussy as he is slapping Peg's other butt cheek. Slim puts his hand under Peg's chin and lifts her face up. Ken gets her by the hair to hold her in that position. Slim slides his ten inch cock into Peg's mouth and down her throat. When a cock is not too big around, Peg is able to deep throat all of the cock inside her mouth. Slim then starts fucking her mouth just like it were a pussy. I am so close to cumming that I have to not watch as Peg is getting it from both ends.

After about seven or eight minutes, I sense that Ken is close to cumming. Slim withdraws his cock from the mouth and starts to jack it. Peg seeing that he is close to cumming, opens her mouth wide to receive his cum. She licks at the tip of his cock at the same time that he Slim is stroking it. Slim and Ken start cumming almost at the same time. Slim is spraying his cum onto her face, some of it finding her mouth. Some hits her cheeks and some on her nose and chin. Peg licks her lips clean and takes the cock back inside her mouth. Ken is grunting in pain as he empties his load of cum inside her pussy. I start cumming inside my shorts just at the sight of Peg taking the cum from these two black men.

Ken and Slim get up off the floor and go into the master bathroom. There they take a piss and start to clean their cocks. I get up and go over to Peg and help her up. She looks up at me as to say didn't I do good. Each of her butt cheeks are beet red from the ass slapping that they gave her. I kiss her as she slides her cum coated tongue into my mouth. Slim's cum taste hot and smooth. I then start cleaning her face with my mouth and tongue licking and sucking off the cum that missed her mouth. We each mouthed to each other, I love you so much.

The guys come back into the bedroom and make fun of the wet spots on my shorts. They continue to laugh at me as they ask, got any beer. Sure, I answer, I'll get it. I go into the kitchen and bring four beers back to the bedroom and hand each of them one. Peg sits between the two guys on the bed and I return to my chair. The guys ask all kind of questions about Peg and John and fucking, how long, when started, does she enjoy a good fuck, etc. As they are talking, they rub their cocks from time to time. I know, it won't be long until they are hard again.

When they finish their beer, Ken moves Peg to the center of the bed on her back. Slim moves over her and slides his dick into her cum filled cunt. Ken moves to her head and Peg starts to lick and suck him. They each reach for a tit, grasp the nipple and twist it and pull it out as far as possible. They pinch hard so Peg can feel the pain. Peg doesn't mind some pain while she is being fucked in fact it makes the fucking more intense she has told me. After about five minutes, Slim pulls out of the pussy and Ken rolls over onto his back. Slim lifts Peg onto Ken and she straddles Ken and slides his cock up into her pussy. She gives Slim's cock a few licks while she is on top of Ken. Slim then pushes Peg down over Ken and moves behind her, He rubs his cock over her ass crack looking for a hole. I knew that Ken was too large for a double penetration. Slim take aim at Pegs ass and positions his cock to go inside. Peg sensing that this is what Slim is doing tightens up. I think to myself, just relax your butt baby. Slim with his cock at the entrance slides his cock inside. Thankfully, he is not that big around. With the pussy juice and the mouth juice on his cock, he slide in with ease. Now the two guys are fucking in rhythm, one in her pussy and the other in her asshole. Now, Peg is loving it. She then tells them how good it feels and to fuck her even harder and harder. The guys are tiring out with all of the action. When Ken sees that Slim is cumming, he starts cumming himself, filling the pussy for the second time. Slim rolls of Peg and plops over on his back. Peg just lays on Ken as they catch their breath. I am hard again as I witness the guys getting off for the second time with Peg.

It is nearly daylight when they finish up and leave. Before they leave, they tell Peg that they will see her again. She tells them how good they were and with John's permission they are welcomed to come back at any time. Peg and I shower together and collapse in bed and sleep until afternoon. When we awake, Peg ask me, were they good, was I good, did you like it as much as I did. I answered yes, three times.



A Night To Remember



Britney returned home from the beauty shop. Tiffany had been working part time for only a few weeks. Britney was a striking 42 y/o mother of two with auburn hair with curly locks falling on her shoulders. For years, she had disappointed in her breasts, which were "small" by today's standards, a large B, but with exercise, her breasts had remained firm and with only minimal sag compared to the women with much larger breasts. Tiffany was taller than Britney's 5'4" frame and had jet-black hair. Her breasts were easily a "D" cup, which was the root of Britney's current angst. 

Tiffany had just taken over the chair to the right of Britney's. When things slowed down, Tiffany had asked Britney if she wanted to style her hair. In exchange, Tiffany would do Britney's hair during the next lull. Britney had done exceptional work on Tiffany's hair. There could not have been a better way to make a new friend. There was a steady flow of work for much of the day, until around 4 pm. 

"My turn" Tiffany said.

"Ok, sure" Britney sat in the new girl's chair.

Tiffany worked skillfully but occasionally throughout the style, Britney felt Tiffany's breasts press unto her shoulder. Surely, this could not be an accident! Tiffany had been doing hair for years and had never brushed against a customer with her breasts. Had it been an accident? Had it been on purpose? Tiffany had dropped hints that she was a lesbian. Had Tiffany been coming on to her?

Even the thought of Tiffany coming on to her made her blush. Britney had never been with another woman. She had at, Tom's insistence, watched some porn tapes to "spice up" their love life. Tom had thought the sight of the porn star's large cocks had excited Britney. But the truth be told, it was the girl-girl scene that made her pussy swell and get hot. 

Britney had accidentally stumbled on two girls making out in the shower in college, many nights she had played with her pussy at the thought of being with another woman. But her reserve had overwhelmed her desire to explore the female form. Tom had brought up the subject of a M-M-F three way, a M-F-M-F four way, but he had not suspected her inner longing to be with another woman. 

Should she tell Tom about Tiffany's actions? The last time she had shared a sexual twist with Tom, she had ended up with a wildly out of control vibrator called "the rabbit." It had altered their sex life to the point that they had even less intercourse than the recent past. The Rabbit was somewhat larger than her husband's cock. Tom was not exactly "small," more like average. His rounded belly had swallowed somewhat 6 ¼" long cock, and his thickening pubic mound shrunk it even more. Tom had adjusted to pressing his hard cock against Britney's ass or thigh as she skillfully controlled the movements of her rabbit. He could not compete with it's power, so he had surrendered and settled for adding whatever augmenting pleasure he could give. What would Tom say about her question? Would he press her to admit to her bisexual curiosity, worse yet would he actually press her to be with another woman, worse yet would he need to press her? At 40 years of age, it was as if somebody flipped a switch and the past two years had found her sexual appetite waxed hot even as her husband's appetite whined. 

Tom and Britney retired to their spacious bedroom after the kids were in bed. Britney related to Tom the day's events, excluding her lustful replay calumniating in a wild fantasy aided by the ever-willing rabbit. Tom related his experience as a much younger man with various haircuts with an accompanying brush of the breast.

"You know I never suspected the girl might have been coming on to me!" Tom confessed his naiveté. "is she gay?"

"I'm not sure." Britney lied.

"Well it could have been an accident." Tom suggested. "I would not go pressing sexual harassment charges yet, give it more time."

"Harassment, boy is he off base." Britney thought to herself. "Yeah, right, she is new and I would hate to mess her up over a misunderstanding" She said as she placed a hand on Tom's chest.

Britney started kissing Tom, she reached down and placed her hand on his soft penis. Swollen Tom's cock was average in length and girth. Flaccid it was about 2" long and less than 1" thick. This had always amazed her. She loved watching it get hard; she loved the sense of sexual power when she would play with it and have it respond by flooding with blood and morphing into a respectable cock. As it hardened, she twisted her body from his side to cast her leg over him and straddle his groin. She skillfully rocked her body back and forth until his member slid into her warm pussy. She moved up and down and leaned forward her red hair falling on either side of his head as she kissed him before slowing and turning his head so she would whisper in his ear. 

"What if she were coming on to your wife? Would you like to see your wife with another woman?" Se whispered in her most sultry voice, soft enough that he had to strain to here the words, soft enough that she could even deny the content if she had to, soft enough to be able to convince him that it was not her words but his own perverted imagination Should the need arise. 

His body responded as it always did when she hit a sexual nerve. She felt his cock become even harder. He pressed it up to force it deeper into her pussy. He moved to kiss her. She withdrew her head and stopped her movements. She looked him in the eye and responded in a louder voice.

"Say it, say you want to see your wife with another woman!" She commanded.

"I want to see you with another woman." He whispered. 

She responded by stroking his cock with her pussy. Than pressed down and again looked him in the eye.

"Do you want to see your wife with a woman with bigger tits? Do you want to see your wife get her pussy eaten?" 

"I want to see my wife get her pussy licked by a woman with big tits."

"Do you?" She resumed her motion as if to reinforce him for having given the correct answer.

"Yes, yes, yes" His third yes corresponded with several convulsions of his cock and a forceful ejaculation.

She rolled off him, "get me my toy!" She instructed.

He had grown accustomed to fetching her rabbit like a dog fetches slippers for his master. He handed her the toy and placed himself next to her, cupping her breast in his hands and softly playing with them before he placed his mouth to her nipple and alternately licked and sucked. Her body twisted and her hips bucked as she let out a moan and came in an orgasm so intense that her whole body quivered before she drew up into a near fetal position. She flipped the toy over towards Tom, she did not need to speak, She had made him read the cleaning instructions and it had became his duty to clean the pleasure tool much as it had been her duty years before to hand him a soft towel to clean his own member after their sexual encounters.

He returned to bed, this time Britney turned to bury her shoulder into Tom's armpit and press her breast into his side.

"You meant what you said, didn't you?" Britney quizzed. "You really want to see me with another woman?"

Tom's face flushed a bit, but he did not answer.

"How long have you had this little fantasy of yours?" she asked.

"It was just sex talk sweetie." Tom said, misjudging Britney's desire.

"It was not just sex talk, you son-of-a-bitching liar." Twenty years ago Britney never would have spoken like that to her husband, but at 42 she was no longer the shy 22 year old who had taken vows to honor her husband. She still loved him, perhaps any more, but she was somehow a new woman, more in control, more sure of herself and of their relationship.

She twisted his nipple, he hated it when she did that. "Tell the fucking truth."

"Damn, there is no excuse for domestic violence!" Tom shrieked. "Ok, ok, sometimes after we watch a porn flick I think about you with another girl. That's all, it's not big deal, it's not like I would try to make you do it or anything." 

She gave another twist to his aching nipple. "Make me? Did you say make me?"

"Crap" Tom thought to himself. He knew better than to say that, it just had slipped out. "Baby, I am sorry, I love you. It's just like that I want you to be you."

With that, Britney kissed him on the cheek. "Good-night" she whispered and drifted off to sleep.

It was three days before Britney and Tiffany were both scheduled to work that same shift. Britney did her best to ignore what had happened the last time they had shared a shift. At least four times during the 6-hour shift Tiffany found reason to get close enough to Britney to brush her large breasts against various parts of Tiffany's body. With each encounter, Britney found a tingling and warmth in her groin. 

Towards the end of the sift Tiffany asked Britney if she wanted to stop at happy hour. Britney thought for only a moment before accepting the younger woman's invitation. We can take my car, Tiffany offered. Tiffany drove a blue mustang. The two ladies turned more than a few heads as they pulled out onto the four-lane.

"Where do you want to go?" Tiffany said over the music.

"I have no idea, I have not been to happy hour in years!" Britney confessed.

"I've got an idea." Tiffany said as she gunned the engine.

The Mustang pulled up in front of the Mellow Melon. Britney had never heard of the Mellow Melon. The single scene had changed a great deal since Britney had married. Clubs had opened and closed, changed management and changed target groups several times. 

They entered the small bar, it was much darker than outside and it took a while for Britney's eyes to adjust to the dimly lit environment. She glanced around and there were perhaps less than a dozen people inside tops. Oddly enough, they were all female. The bartender greeted Tiffany by name and Tiffany strolled to a booth with high back seats which provided a degree of privacy. Happy hour was two for one margaritas. They ordered strawberry margaritas and before long Britney was feeling a little tipsy and the conversation soon turned to sex. 

Tiffany, as it turned out was an expert listener and before long she had pulled out facts about their marriage that Britney had never told anybody. "Yes, her sex life was in a rut," "Yes, she had used a dildo, and yes it was larger than her husband" "No, she had never been with another woman, and yes she had thought about it." "Yes her husband knew she was interested, and no he did not object." 

Britney got up to go to the bathroom, the bar was starting to get crowded and in fact there were only women in the bar, and it was obvious the girls were mostly couples. Several in fact were kissing and snuggled in various booths like only intimate couples do. 

As Britney returned to the table and started to set down, Tiffany got out and slid in next to her new found friend. Tiffany made her move, reaching over to pull back Britney's auburn locks, she waited until Britney turned her head. Their eyes locked, then Tiffany shifted her eyes to Britney's lips and back to Britney's eyes. Britney froze long enough for Tiffany to move in for the kiss. Tiffany's hand moved up to touch Britney's cheek. In return, Britney opened her mouth. Tiffany did not miss the cue and slipped her tongue between her waiting lips exploring most of Britney's oral cavity. Tiffany's hand slipped down to Britney's breast. Britney pulled back slightly for a second, then in a "what the hell" that only alcohol can produce, she resumed the kiss and reached out to touch Tiffany's breast. It seemed to last for hours, but it had only been minutes as most. 

Pacing herself, Tiffany broke the kiss and resumed the conversation with her hand on Britney's thigh. "What is your husband's wildest fantasy?" Tiffany pushed the boundaries of their young friendship..

They had shared so many fantasies. Tiffany related one she tought would be innocuous enough. 

"Oh, my god, that sounds like fun, do you want to live it out?" Tiffany suggested. 

"I don't know, I'm not sure he would go along with it" Britney giggled.

"Let's call him, what do you say?" Tiffany suggested. "Tell him that we went to happy hour and we can not drive home."

It was now dark outside. Britney's cell phone said 9 PM. The kids had previously planned to spend this Friday at sleep over's and Tom had been at a business meeting. Britney noticed the three missed calls from Tom, the music had been so loud that she had not noticed the ring. 

Once again, she made her way to the bathroom, this time for some quite to call her husband. The phone rang one twice before Tom's voice could be heard. "My god Britney, are you ok? I have been worried sick, were are you?"

"Listen baby, I'm at the Mellow Melon with Tiffany, we went to happy hour and I need you to pick us up!" Britney said without any shame.

"The Mellow Melon, that is a gay bar!" Tom said with a shocked tone in this voice.

"How do you know that?" Britney said.

"I know everything!" Tom said.

"You knew everything except were your wife was at 9 PM! Come on baby, I want to come home." Britney toyed with him.

"Ok, ok, I will be right down."

It took less than 10 minutes for Tom to pull up in his S-type. Britney and Tiffany were watching out the door and rushed from the club to the waiting jag. Tiffany got in the seat behind Tom. Much to his surprise Britney ran around and got in the passenger side of the back seat. The jag lunged forward. Britney put her arm around Tiffany at the same time introducing her husband to her new friend.

The she moved her face closer to Tiffany's and soon the two were engaged in another long kiss. Britney's pussy was starting to burn and her heart was pounding in her chest. She hand not been this excited since the first time that Bobby Johnson had removed her bra and played with her 16-year-old breasts. It took a couple moments but eventually Tom responded to the silence by glancing in the rear view mirror. He could not believe his eyes and nearly killed them all responding to the blare of the car he was drifting towards.

"Keep your fucking eyes on the road before you get us all killed!" Britney heard herself saying as the car swerved back to the right.

"Were do you live" Tom said.

"Don't worry about that right now Tom, just take us all home, we have a surprise for you." Britney instructed.

"Yeah, Britney is going to let me help fulfill one of your fantasies!" Tiffany purred. 

Tom's mind raced. He could not quite understand what had happened to his shy "asexual" wife since she turned 40, but a fantasy involving two women seemed like a good idea.

The jag pulled into the empty driveway. They all entered the house through the mudroom. "Take off your clothes" Britney commanded. Tom did not respond immediately, "Dam it Tom, do not ruin this! Take off your fucking clothes." With that Tom responded. He took off his shoes, shirt, and then his pants. He turned his back to the women and stripped off his tee-shirt. "Tom, turn around and take off your briefs." Tom did not want to face the women, his cock was not hard. It should have been, and would have been has this been 15 years ago, but his phallus was shrunken. 

He knew that not cooperating would bring the evening to an end before it began. By now he knew which fantasy they were going to play out, and while he can came to Britney whispering it in his ears, this would not have been his first choice. He turned to face the two inebriated women, as he slipped off his BVDs. 

"Crap Britney, I thought you were exaggerating, that is perhaps the smallest cock I have ever seen!" Tiffany looked Tom straight in the eye as she said it.

"What do you say, Tom?" Britney quizzed.

"It's not hard." As the words escaped Tom's lips, Britney reached for a nearby yardstick and playfully smacked him on the ass.

"Do not sass back! What do you say?" Britney minded his manners.

"Thank you for taking the time to comment." Tom gulped as his face flushed with humiliation. 

"Would you like to show her to the living room?" Britney quizzed.

Tom escorted the pair to the living room and the ladies sat on the couch. Tom remained standing, placing is dick at eye sight. 

"Would you ladies like a drink?" Tom asked, remembering his role in the fantasy.

The woman said they would like a drink and Tom dutifully returned with the wine coolers. 

"My god, do you let him fuck you with that thing?" Tiffany said

"Not very often!" Britney said with a giggle, mostly I use my rabbit.

"Your rabbit?" Tiffany questioned.

"Tom please bring us my rabbit." Britney

Tom handed the rabbit to Britney. Tiffany let out a gasp as Britney turned it on and demonstrated the various functions and speeds.

"Dam that is a might fine toy!" Tiffany responded.

She glanced first at the toy and then at Tom, "Toy or boy; boy or toy" she said lifting first the right hand and then the left as in weighing out the options in a scale."

"Toy!" Tiffany and Britney said in unison as if they had practiced it for hours."

Once again, Tom felt his face flush.

"Does it really grow as much as you said?" Tiffany said, pointing to Tom's still limp dick.

"On a good night" Britney giggled, do you want to see?

"Sure, that sounds like fun." Tiffany laughed.

"Ok, Tom, get it hard," Britney command, "and stand closer so Tiffany can see."

Tom reached his hand to his cock and started pulling and rolling and everything else he could think of it get an erection. It took a bit longer than he had wanted, but eventually it was rock hard.

"Take your hand away" Britney instructed. 

Tom obeyed and his cock bounced up and down a couple times before coming to rest. 

Tiffany clapped her hands and said "Amazing, simply amazing! I have never seen one grow so much!"

"Would you like a sandwich or something?" Britney offered. 

"Thank would be nice." Tiffany said.

"Tom, can you make us a couple of Turkey sandwiches" Britney's voice has softened somewhat. "Would you like those served with a soft dick or hard one?" She directed the question to Tiffany.

"Oh, hard please" She responded.

Tom turned towards the kitchen. As he walked away he heard the women giggling and whispering briefly. The kitchen was not that far from the living room and a whisper would be heard if not understood. But the instant he was out of the room, silence feel. A silence he was sure was reflective of sexual activity.

He scurried around the kitchen, still no noise from the living room. Meanwhile in the living room Tiffany and Britney had resumed their petting. Britney wanted to pull off her shirt and bra, but postponed it knowing that this would only serve to gratify Tom, and it was not yet time for that. It seemed to Tom as tough it took hours to make a couple sandwiches. They girls were not so lost in their activity that they could not hear Tom's movement towards the living room.They broke their activity.

"Did you put mayonnaise on the sandwiches?" Britney asked. She knew full well that Tom made turkey sandwiches with mustard, not mayonnaise. 

"No." Tom said.

"Would you like mayonnaise on the sandwiches?" Britney asked Tiffany

"That would be nice." Tiffany said. "Does Tom make mayonnaise" 

"Not as much as he used to!" Britney said. They both giggled.

"Lay down" Britney pointed to Tom, then the floor as she snapped her fingers.

Tom obeyed, his cock sticking straight into the air.

"Make us some mayonnaise," Britney commanded. 

Tom started stroking his cock. It took far less time to cun than it had to get his cock hard. His load shot first up into the air and landed on his chest nearly reaching his chin.

"WOW" Britney exclaimed. Now that is a load of mayonnaise.

"You know I do not think I need a sandwich anymore." Tiffany said.

"Me either" chimed in Britney.




A Night To Remember



Britney tossed the napkin that Tom had provided with the sandwich towards him. He caught it mid air.

"Clean yourself up." Britney instructed. "Tom would you like to show Tiffany to the master bedroom?"

"Would I ever" He thought to himself, but answered. "Yes ma'am."

The threesome made their way to the master bedroom. 

"Would you like to come in?" Britney said to Tom.

"Oh yes." Tom replied.

The three of them entered the bedroom. Then Britney took Tiffany by the hand and walked with her to the master bathroom. Entering, they locked the door and the race to remove their clothing began. Tiffany was naked first. She had light pink areolas and huge nipples. Tiffany had neatly cropped her bush to form a thin line from the top of her slit to her panties. She was shaven otherwise. Britney's nipples were much darker and the nipples smaller but her areolas were larger. Tiffany had turned on the water. Steam was starting to form and they stepped into the shower. Tiffany took her place behind Britney and reached around soaping up the older woman's smaller breasts. Then she spun her around, mashed her breasts into the smaller tits allowing the soap to lubricate the breast play. Tiffany once again reached around Britney and applied soap first to Britney's ass, and as Britney moved her legs apart, Tiffany managed to soap up Britney's auburn pussy as well. Britney felt her legs quiver and nearly give way as she climaxed. 

"No more, no more" she gently pushed Tiffany away. "I'm going to pass out!" 

"Ok sweetness." Tiffany withdrew her hand from between Britney's legs. Took the water pick off the hook, diverted the water, and thoroughly rinsed Britney's soapy body.

They turned off the water and stepped out of the shower stall. They took turns toweling each other off. Unlocked the door and left the room.

"Are you still awake?" Britney asked Tom.

"Awake, awake how could I be anything but awake?" He thought to himself. "It's only 11 pm" he said out loud. 

"Well Tiffany, were should we left him sleep?" Britney said.

"He has been such a good sport, let's let him sleep with us." Tiffany said.

"Ok" replied Britney

With that Tom got in bed. Much to his disappointment, Britney slipped into the middle and Tiffany slid into the place normally occupied by her hostess. It was only 11 pm, but Tom was soon asleep. As Tom snored, Tiffany made her way under the covers and introduced Britney to oral sex, girl to girl style. After Britney had her second orgasm of the night, Britney introduced Tiffany to the joys of the rabbit. Tiffany came quickly and they fell together in each other's arms. 

Morning found Britney and Tiffany making breakfast for Tom, and this time it was his turn to be served naked. Tiffany allowed Tom to admire her form briefly before she entered the mast bath to shower and dress. After breakfast, Tom took the girls downtown to retrieve first Tiffany's car and then the short quite ride together to the strip mall to pick up Britney's car. 

Each drove home alone, considering the night's events and the possibilities the future held.



A Night To Remember



Author's Note: Wow! I can't believe this story is still spilling out of me, and I've only gotten to our (Cheryl's and mine) second weekend of our sexual awakening. I love writing about our adventures, and Cheryl and my guy, are loving it too! (BTW: My guy is Keith in case you were wondering.) I sent my last chapter to both of them for review (while they were at work, of course). Now THAT resulted in an interesting evening! 

But on to our story -- Now then, where was I... 

Oh yes, that's right, I had just.....    

...dropped my hand to Cheryl's pussy, as Keith's cum was dribbling out of her -- I slipped my fingers between her sopping lips, scooped up several fingers full of their mixed juices.  And as Cheryl and Keith watched with amazement, I lifted them to my mouth. A split second before I tasted them I questioned myself, 'My god, are we are both becoming complete sluts?' I hesitated for second, and then answered myself, 'Yes!' 

I open my mouth to a pout, stuck my tongue out slightly, and licked their cream from my fingers. Their combined taste was salty, sweaty, musty and altogether completely not what I expected. I felt filthy just tasting it, but at the same time, I wanted to rub my entire face into Cher's pussy and coat it with their combined juices. I wanted to suck them from Keith's cock – I wanted more, and more, and more of this wildly explicit, sexual adventure we were on.

I knew I was becoming completely addicted to sex in all forms.

And I wanted more of it tonight -- and I knew I was going to get it too.

Cheryl glanced up at the wall clock we had mounted over my desk, "Hey the guys will be here in forty minutes – we need to get ready!"

I looked up and then, still not wanting to give up our nakedness, I reluctantly nodded agreement, and remarked, "Yeah, I guess we had better get cleaned, up showered and dressed." I stood, and pulled Cheryl to her feet. "Keith, you need to get showered too – but you can't use ours, it's down the hall – but if you grab some soap, and a spare towel from the cupboard, you can go down a level and use the guy's shower." 

He looked immediately disappointed. "Don't worry, silly, you can lather us both up some other time! Right now, we need to get moving." I joked with him. 

"Okay Katie," he said, "But have you forgotten, who is the master?" 

I turned to him, "Oh no, sweetie, give me a command and I'll follow it." 

For a second or two, I thought he was going to order me to follow him to the guy's shower, and my body quivered at the thought of it. I knew getting caught would happen for sure, but I wasn't sure I had the guts to follow through. Fortunately, he didn't command it – instead, he smiled at me, and said thoughtfully, "Hmmm, perhaps another time."

At that moment, I knew I had been right – a joint shower was exactly what he was thinking – part of me was relieved, and another part was disappointed. I consoled the disappointed half with the thought that he had said '...perhaps another time.'

While Keith pulled on his shorts, Cheryl and I grabbed our robes, pulled them over our shoulders. We divided our bath supplies, I slipped Keith my set of keys to our room, and we headed our separate ways to our showers.

Within 20 minutes we were all gathered back in our room, clean, refreshed and ready to have more fun.

It was time to dress for the evening.

For the night's entertainment I selected a black tube top from my drawer, the fabric a thick cotton/poly knit, but not thick enough to hide my hard nipples from poking out. For my lower half, I pulled out of my closet an ankle length light cotton multi-colored 'hippie' skirt. I loved the colors in it -- it was basically black, but at the same time had plenty of red, subtle orange, and yellow hints. It flowed with excess material, down to my ankles, and felt exotic and cool, even on warm nights like this.  

As Keith watched intently, I pulled my clothing on -- I made sure he noticed that I wore no underwear. 

To finish it off, I pulled on my favorite pair of spiky high heels, along with some gold arm bracelets and a gold chain that had a large golden sun emblem pendent on it. I felt like a blond, Spanish Contessa, ready for an evening out.

Cheryl, also pulled on an identical black tube top – with her full breast, the cleavage display was delicious, and made me want to slip it off her even as she dressed. She bent to her bottom drawer, with her deliciously rounded ass facing both Keith and I, and pulled out a pair of black lacey thong panties. She stepped into them, and pulled them up slowly, teasing us both – performing a reverse strip tease. Next she went to her closet, and pulled out a pair of narrow leg jeans, I knew these well – they fitted her like a glove, and she looked unbelievably sexy in them. 

She put on several pairs of large gold hoop earrings, and then stepped into a pair of pointy, dark red pumps – We have joked about these as being her CFM's (Come Fuck Me shoes). I smiled, knowing how appropriate they really were going to be.

Keith, looked at us both and smiled broadly, "Well, I still only have my shorts and T Shirt – you two certainly out-class me, that's for sure! The guys should be here soon with my clothes for the evening." 

"Katie, I suppose I could order you to get them for me, but do you think I'd be safe here with Cheryl to keep me company?" he laughed and grinned wickedly. 

I smiled sweetly back at him, "While I'm sure Cheryl would be glad to keep you entertained, I think I need some accompaniment waiting for them." I turned and winked at Cheryl, who seemed to be reading my mind... She had already gathered Keith's shorts and T in her hands, and was heading for the door. "We'll be back...", we chimed in unison, as we headed out the door leaving a naked Keith standing in our room.

We headed down to the front of the dorm, to await Chris and Dave – the wait wasn't long – although we heard them, before we saw them. The deep rumble of a high performance Detroit engine pierced the night air, and then a dark metallic blue, 1968, Chevelle SS Convertible rolled into view (Okay, for all of those pervert car buff's out there, Keith has made me revise this – I just saw a beautiful, dark blue convertible rolling into sight.) 

They rolled to a stop in front of our amazed faces – Dave was driving, with Chris in the passenger's seat.

Both Cher and I were in awe, it was Cher that said first, "Nice ride, whose is this?" 

Chris smiled and said, "Remember when we dropped you off, Keith gave us the keys and said be careful with it? Well, this is what he wanted us to be careful with. Now you should know, he has NEVER let anyone of us drive it before, so I hope his sacrifice was worth it? Well, girls, was it?"   

I leaned over the door frame, and hung my face within inches of Chris' "Well, I'm a girl who doesn't kiss and tell... But maybe my friend here will tell you why she's smiling." I cooed at him. "Of course she might be a girl who doesn't kiss and tell too, so you might have to ask Keith."

Cher came to the side of the car, and reached over and dropped Keith's shorts in Chris' lap. Sweetly, in fake a southern drawl, she said, "Well I'll tell you one thing, Chris, poor Keith needs some more clothes. His old ones just fell off of him and the poor boy has been naked almost the whole time. Won't you help him out?"

Grinning Dave said "Yeah, I'll bet the just fell off him... Now you two wouldn't have had anything to do with that would you?"  

I feigned a shocked expression, "Oh no, we wouldn't know anything about that!"

Chris reached behind him and produced a full set of clothes for Keith. "Now why don't you take these up to him Katie, and make sure you get down quickly too!" 

I grabbed the clothes from Chris' hands and turned to go. As soon as I had turned though, I reached behind me and lifted the back of my long skirt up until it cleared my waist line – baring my naked ass to them. "Now you WILL wait for me won't you?" I called behind me.

I heard a 'Whoo Hooo", and turned in time to see the guys' amazed face, and Cheryl laughing hysterically. 

I dropped the skirt and made for our room. It was time to get this party started!

When I arrived upstairs, Keith was waiting patiently for me sitting in our armless computer chair (obviously) still completely nude. I realized I had him naked, and all alone... I walked past him, and dropped his clothes on the floor. He swiveled to face me, and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I leaned forward, and slipped my mouth over his semi-soft cock. Coaxingly, I licked his knob, and then engulfed the first half of his rapidly hardening dick in my mouth.

He leaned back in the chair and moaned, "Oh Katie, that feels soooo damn good" his cock stiffening further even as he spoke. I knew I didn't have time to fuck him to orgasm, but I still wanted to feel him deep in me again. I stood, lifted my skirt to my waist, and moved forward straddling his legs and dick while he sat.

I stared into his eyes as I lowered myself down onto his shaft. I was already soaking once again and he slipped in easily. I kissed his lips, as I settled down and felt his dick bury deep into me. His cock filled me completely, and straddling him in this position drove me wild with desire. Although I hadn't intended to fuck myself to orgasm again so soon, I couldn't help myself. I rocked my pelvis back and forth slowly, while at the same time I began to feel him thrusting upwards. His wonderfully thick hard shaft filled me, and rubbed me in all the right places -- I knew I would cum in seconds and wasn't about to stop for anything.

My orgasm shook me and I cried out in carnal pleasure – wave after wave of spasms shook me as I impaled myself on his cock.

I knew if I continued riding him he would cum too – but that wasn't what I wanted just yet. I broke my kiss, and lifted myself from his slick, hard cock. I dropped to my knees again and licked my juices from his cock. As soon as his cock was licked clean, I looked up into his slightly glazed eyes, and whispered "Hey lover, I think you better get dressed, before the other three think we're fucking up here!" And then laughing, I stood.

"Oh, you damn tease," he muttered, "just you wait until later Katie, I am going to cum in you yet!"

As I backed away a little, I winked at him, and said, "Oh, I know you are, and I can't wait – but at the same time I want to tease you until you are crazy for me. So, how am I doing lover boy?"   

"Oh, just perfect, I'd give you an A in teasing, and an A plus for seductiveness, and an A plus, plus for making me feel so damn good I just about cum from thinking about you." He answered.

"Okay, now time to get dressed – that is if you can get you pants done up with that hard on you are sporting", I laughed. With that I turned away from him, bent at the waist, and flipped my skirt up to give him a full view of my ass and pussy from behind. I felt a thrill in exposing myself to him once again – it was remarkable to me that I felt this thrill even though he had already seen me completely naked, had felt both sets of my lips on his dick, had cum in my mouth and face and had even watched me be made love to by another woman.

I grabbed his cloths from the floor (where I had dropped them when I entered), and tossed them to him. 

As I stood up, he did likewise, and came to me – he planted a warm loving kiss on my lips, and hugged me tightly – with more affection than I had expected. He pulled his face back and starred deep into my eyes, and then said, "Katie, you are the most entrancing, sexy, delicious, adventuresome woman I have ever met. In the space of less than 6 hours, I can honestly say, I have come to want to make love to you, and not just have sex with you.  Do you understand what I mean? I have no idea what we will do tonight, but can you promise me two things, Kate?"

Suddenly my stomach was turning to jelly, I hadn't expected this reaction at all – and I wasn't even sure I wanted it – but I also knew I feeling something more than I expected too. "Uh, I think so Keith" I gulped.

"Okay, first, Katie, no matter who you spend time with tonight, and I'm sure it will be with others – in fact I think I want to watch you with others – I want you to make love to me last tonight. And second, I want you to sleep with me tonight – in my bed, against me. Can you do that?"

I kissed him hard and passionately on the lips, before I answered, "Oh yes, I can promise that. In fact, not only do I like the sound of that, I love it!. And oh, not only do I want to make love to you last tonight, I want to feel your cum in me next too..."

Smiling broadly, I then told him to get dressed before I starved to death!

.

.

.

We left our dorm room hand in hand, and emerged from the building the same way.

As we approached Keith's car I could see the top had been put up to fend off the evening cool air, and I could see Cheryl, Chris and Dave were all in the back seat together – with Cher in the middle of course.. As Keith and I got in, Cher piped up from the back seat laughing, "Well it seemed to take a while to get dressed didn't it? Something come up?"

I turned in my seat and saw Cheryl grinning widely, the buttons on her jeans fly were completely undone, and both Chris and Dave had there hands at the very top of her inner thighs. "No, nothing came up," I smiled, "but something almost did!" I giggled. "But it looks like these guys were a little occupied too, or did you just forget to button your pants before you came downstairs?" 

Cheryl's hands dropped to her lap in a mock display of modestly, she laughed (not very) innocently, "I thought I felt a breeze." 

Keith turned the ignition and the car roared to life.

It didn't take long for us to arrive at a local pub, and we all piled out of the car.

We found a large curved booth near the back that faced slightly towards the pub kitchen doors. We slid into the seat, alternating gender – boy, girl, boy, girl, boy fashion. I was sandwiched between Keith and Chris with my body facing away from rest of the pub customers. Within seconds of our sitting, the waitress appeared and we ordered a round of beer for all as she handed out menus.

Under the cover of the large opened menus, Keith's right hand stealthily slipped below the table and quickly snaked it's way across the thin material of my skirt covered legs to my left inner thigh. My pussy was still quite wet from my ride upstairs and if his hand moved any higher on my thigh, I knew it would leave an unmistakable wet spot on the front of my skirt. Rather than stop him though, I reached down, and pulled the centre of my flowing skirt up in a bunch. Keith's hand slipped underneath and found my open lips. I sighed as he began to probe into me.

My sigh, and the rustle of our movements were not lost on the other three at the table, as they gawked in amazement at our boldness.  

I smiled at them and giggled...

Even as I sat there giggling, his fingers found my clit and he pressed hard against it. As he did so, he flicked my lips, and a small orgasm washed over me -- I closed my eyes and came with a surprised gasp and small involuntary cry of pleasure. Almost instantly, I felt his hand slip from between my legs and withdraw.

"Shit, you guys," I heard Dave mutter quietly, "I'm not going to be able to get up from the table if you don't knock it off!" And at the same time I also heard Cheryl laughing "Stop, you two – you're going to get us kicked out of here!" 

Quickly opening my eyes, I glanced around – I was sure none of the other customers in the pub knew what had just occurred, because they would not have been able to see, but I had to look around again to make sure. For a second I felt both relief and disappointment at my visual confirmation. 'My God, what a slut I'm becoming' I thought to myself, but I didn't care either – I wanted exactly what was happening to me. Indeed, I still wanted more.

Before anybody could say a thing our waitress re-appeared and asked if we were ready to order. She took each of our orders quickly, taking mine last, and gave me an odd look, a wink and a smile as she left. 

As soon as she was gone, Cheryl laughed aloud, and then in a stage whisper across the table, she said "Jesus, Katie, I can't believe you just let Keith do that! I mean, I can believe it, but Holy shit! That waitress lives in our dorm, and she was watching you get finger fucked by Keith the whole time – she was over by the kitchen doors and had a perfect view. Didn't you see her?" 

I blushed instantly, involuntarily, and looked out towards the kitchen. Instantly I could see exactly what Cheryl had meant. Although partially obscured from view by a railing and a beer poster that was hung on it, the kitchen doors were down three or four steps from the level we were on and would have been in a direct line of sight to my bared, parted legs. Standing just inside the pub area at the doors she would have been concealed by the dimness of the pub lighting, but if she stopped to watch would have seen the entire quick show – including me spreading my legs and lifting my skirt. My heart rate quickened and my throat constricted, I gulped and thought for a second. And then, I felt myself getting excited and at the thought of exposing myself yet again...

"Did she see us???" I gasped. 

"Absolutely, she glanced over, and then I swear she did a double take when she saw what you were up to... But she never took her eyes off of you until you stopped. It's a good thing you were quick!" Cher giggled.

I was getting wetter by the second and more embarrassed by the situation too. Since she lived in our dorm, I figured I had better go talk with her. "Well Cher, she didn't seem to mind – in fact she gave me a wink when she left the table – but I think I better talk to her before word gets around." Keith slid out and I excused myself and headed towards the bar where she was now standing.

As I approached, she motioned for me to step aside from the bar and to follow her to where others were not in earshot. She stepped to a quite alcove and looked at me smiling, expectantly. I started, "I had no idea that you were..."

She interrupted me, "Holy shit girl! That was quite a little show! Did you know I was watching you?"

"NO," I started to explain again, "I had no idea – in fact, I had no idea Keith, that's the guy I'm with, was even going to do that – but once he started, I uh, just had to let him, uh, finish..." I trailed off.

"Well next time, and I'm guessing with you, there will be a next time, can you do me a favour?" She smiled sexily.

I realize this situation was going to be okay, "What?" I asked.

"Next time, either make sure I'm not watching, or make sure I can enjoy the view a little more – I don't know what you are up to next, but I wish I could join you guys. As it is, I'm stuck at work until 2am – and now I'm going to be horny as hell for most of it too..." She laughed again. "Oh, and don't worry – nobody in the dorm will know, unless you tell them."

"Hey, your food will be up soon, and your boyfriend is looking lonely – you better get back to the table." She smiled and moved past me, but as she did so, I felt her hand slide along my ass and thigh. Once again, she smiled back and winked as she walked away.

I was dizzy with excitement as I returned to the table. "Cher, you won't believe what she told me..." And I explained to all her reaction. 

As promised, she returned with our meals within minutes and we all wolfed them down.

We paid up quickly, finished our drinks and stared to get up – as we did so, I noticed our waitress watching from the kitchen once again. As soon as Keith was standing, I began to slide myself out of the seat, making sure that my skirt rode as high as I could get it to go so she could enjoy the view. She never took her eyes off my legs, and thighs until I was standing, then she looked up to my eyes, and this time I winked to her.




A Night To Remember



Fueled with a little beer, and some good food we were quickly back in the car and on our way – but to where I wasn't sure. It wasn't long though before Keith pulled up in front of an older two storey house in Point Grey (a Vancouver residential area).  The house was clearly over 70 years old, but in very good shape with beautiful laurel hedges down both sides.

"This is it, home, sweet home, for us." said Keith.

"How can you guys afford..." Cheryl began to ask. 

"Keith replied quickly, "It's my parents actually, they own it, but they don't live in town anymore – so I get to use it for free, and I can rent out rooms to who ever I want... So when Chris and Dave decided to join me at UBC – it was a perfect fit."

As Keith was explaining to us the storey of the house (it turned out it was over 80 years old, and formerly their family home) both Chris and Dave had bounded up the steps.

"Come on you guys" Chris called back over his shoulder, "let's get inside..." Clearly they were ready to get the party started... Not surprisingly, so was I, but I oddly, I also wasn't sure how this going to go.

Cheryl, Keith and I followed them up the steps and into the living room – it was clearly a college guy's place with big leather easy chairs, a sofa and a large screen TV in the living room.  Rounding out the furnishings, was a well stocked bar in one corner and beside it a compact, modern looking, stereo system and an extensive collection of CD's on racks beside the stereo. Even as I glanced at it, an idea popped into my head... I needed to tell Cheryl before anything else happened...

I heard Cheryl call, "I'm thirsty!"  In a flash, Dave was at the bar, offering up drinks – Cheryl opted for a Kahlua on the rocks and I opted for a Bailey's neat. Both drinks were in our hands in seconds – and both were enormous. 

The smell of pot hit my nose a second later as Chris flashed up the first joint of the evening. He took a deep drag and handed it to me, I followed suit, inhaling deeply but through little gasps of air, so as not to choke. I handed it off to Cheryl, who also took a deep toke. As I exhaled and watched her hand it to Keith, I felt Chris bump my arm – he was handing me a second joint that he had just flashed up.

"Oh my god, you guys, you don't need to get us wrecked to enjoy, let's slow down a little and relax." I exclaimed... "How about a quick tour of the place, first?" 'I still needed to talk to Cher' I thought.

Cheryl looked at me, and laughed "Yeah, we already know you don't need anymore encouragement Katie, but I agree, let's have a little tour."

I was surprised with the reaction – the guys seemed actually pleased to show off the place – and I could see why quickly. "Keith makes us keep the place tidy," Dave explained, "actually I think it is great – the rent is low, and I love bringing people in to show this place off – it is really nice." We quickly toured the kitchen and bathroom downstairs. Also on this floor is Keith's bedroom – in here. As we walked the two joints passed between hands and we alternated tokes and drinks. 

Dave led us into a large bedroom that faced the back of the house, "This is Keith's room, as you might have guessed with all of its amenities." Dave explained. The bedroom was equipped with a king sized bed and also had full bathroom en-suite. Patio doors opened to a ground level deck on the back of the house, which Dave led through. The south facing patio was shielded from view by the same laurel hedges I had noticed at the front of the house. There was laurel enshrouded gate on the right hand side of the hedge which faced into the next yard -- Dave noticed me looking, and explained "That goes to the neighbour's yard." And Keith piped in "They've been family friends for years, but they do mind their own business too." 

"Over here," I heard Chris explain, "is our hot tub." Chris folded back the lid to expose a pearlescent steaming pool of water, he flicked a switch and the tub boiled to life, and underwater lights illuminated the steaming water." 

"Perhaps later boys," I grinned. I could feel the pot and the drink having its affect, but took my fifth big drag from the joint – which finished it off... As always with pot, the few inhibition that I have, had now disappeared completely, I slipped my hand around Cheryl to steady myself. I let it slip to her waist and then trailed it across her sweet ass even as Dave watched me.

As Chris led us back inside, I pulled Cheryl back for a second. I whispered my plan in her ear, and she pulled back looked at me and nodded in agreement, grinning the whole time.

"Now what are you two up to?" asked Chris smiling.

"You'll see soon enough, just wait for it." I laughingly replied to him.

Dave led us upstairs next, where he showed us two more large bedrooms, each with their own full bathroom. I noticed neither Chris, nor Keith had followed us as Dave continued his tour upstairs.

When we descended I saw why – the guys had taken the liberty of closing all the drapes and lighting a few candles. It was a beautiful setting the dark umber tones of the walls, and the candle light made a perfect seduction chamber – somebody had taken a lot of care decorating this place I thought to myself. 

I slid along side Cheryl as we entered the living room, and guided her toward the racks of CD's. "Music, I think I need music." I declared to no one in particular.

Scanning the CD's on the racks I quickly spied a favorite CD of mine – and perfect for what we now had planned for next. I quickly open the CD Case and flicked the power button on the stereo. The consul lit up instantly, although a little unsure of how the stereo worked, I selected CD Player, popped the CD into the player and pressed play and hoped for the best.

The sound of kd lang's, ultimate piece of genius, "Ingenue", softly and luxuriously filled the living room.

Both Cheryl and I turned to face the guys, with my arms around each other, Cheryl's, our hips against each other's "Why don't you guys have a seat, sit back and enjoy the show?" I said to them as sexily as I could.

They did exactly as requested – Keith slipping into a single chair, and Chris and Dave dropped into the sofa – one at each end. Meanwhile I guided Cheryl out to the middle of the living room, my hands on her waist. I could feel her already beginning to gyrate slowly to the music, as I turned her to face me and pulled her lips to mine.

We kissed softly at first, and then more deeply as we began to lose ourselves in the music.  Our bodies pressed against each other, swaying to the sexy slow beat of "Save Me". 

I made the first move with my hands, slipping them up to her tube top, in one fluid motion I cupped my thumbs under her top and pulled it upwards. She offered no resistance as it slid slowly up and off her beautiful breasts. First her hard pink/brown nipples popped into view, and then the rest of those beautiful globes of flesh. She lifted her arms above her head as I pulled her top up, over her head, finally off of her completely. Now half naked she returned to kissing me our bodies glistening in the candle light.

I felt her hands roaming over my ass, as I awaited her first move. Finally I felt a movement upwards until her hands cupped my breasts through the fabric of my top. "Please," I whispered to her. And she indulged my wish – copying the way I stripped her top off, I sexily raised my arms over my head. Her thumbs slid down, and hooked under my top and pulled it upwards slowly. I loved the feel of my breasts becoming exposed to these guys again. Cher pulled my top up and over my head. I dropped my hands down and cupped her naked breast, my thumbs rubbed her nipples until they changed from their normal dark olive brown to hard dark red nubs. I knew she loved it when I did this – and in front of the guys, I was sure it was driving her crazy with passion.

We returned to kissing, both of our bodies now half naked. The first song ended...

I stole a glance at the guys, and all three sat transfixed, there eyes gazing hungrily at us.

As the next song, The Mind of Love" started my fingers dropped to Cher's jeans, and I slowly slid to my knees in front of her. But not without trailing kisses slowly down the upper half of her body. I popped each hardened nipple slowly into my mouth, and sucked it softly and then trailed kisses down her torso until my knees reached the soft carpet. My fingers reached for the buttons on her jeans as she swayed sexily above me. She reached down and cupped her own breasts and I watched her toying sexily with her nipples until they were a furious red. My fingers undid one button at a time – I knew she would be a wet slippery mess in her panties, and I could smell the sweetness of her still jean clad pussy within inches with my face.

Quietly behind me, I could hear one of the guys mutter "Jesus..."

When I had undone her last button, I slid my hands around her ass, and reached down beneath the jeans and cupped her cheeks. I then pulled her jeans down slowly off of her ass and down onto her thighs. Now, strongly, I could smell the sweet musky scent of her lips. I had known she would be soaked, but I was still surprised to see her juices glistening through the thin fabric of her silk panties.

Before I could pull her jeans further down, Cheryl reached behind her and pulled the bar stool next to her closer. She slid her ass smoothly on to the seat, and parted her legs invitingly.

I reached down and felt for her shoes, I slowly lifted her foot and undid the buckle of her high-heel and slipped it off of her foot. I gently kissed her toes and licked them softly and then returned her foot to the resting position. I repeated the process ever so slowly with the other foot, also pausing to kiss her feet. Finally, I reached up to the dangling hem of her jeans and slid them down her sexy legs until she was free of them. Once free, I dropped them and returned my attention to those long tanned legs. 

Again I began with her feet, kissing them lightly and sucking on her toes, before I began to work my way upwards. I slid myself slowly against her legs, making sure my own breasts rubbed against her as I slid higher. Until finally I reached a full kneeling position in front of her, where upon she lightly placed her hands on my upper arms and pulled me to a standing position.

She slid of the stool and once again embraced me, her now almost naked body, pressed against mine. I felt her hand slip beneath the band of my skirt and she began to pull it down. Inch, by inch it crept lower exposing more and more of my completely naked ass. Until suddenly it was free of my cheeks, and fell freely to the ground pooling around my feet.

Cheryl turned me and ever so gently slid me backwards into the seat of the stool, it was my turn now...

She mimicked my early moves, licking and caressing her way down my body. I mimicked hers, by spreading my legs as she passed my knees. I gloried in exposing my naked clit to the guys in front of me. It was all I could do to stop front playing with myself as I sat there exposed. But instead I lay back and closed my eyes as Cheryl reached my feet. And so she slipped my shoes from my feet in the same manner as I had hers. I felt her tongue dance over my toes and suck on them one at a time.

At last when I thought I couldn't take it anymore I felt her kisses moving upwards again. And here she departed from my routine, for she not only paused at my clit, she stopped to taste too... I felt her tongue flick out and lick my pussy, her finger reached up and spread my lips wide and she pushed her tongue against me. I quivered with excitement and then climaxed with a cry.

I reached for her and pulled her to her feet in front of me and we kissed deeply once again.

Our striptease was nearing completion, as Cheryl had but one item of clothing remaining.

I pulled her tight against me, and let my fingers roam where they may, as she did with me. I began to sink to the carpet taking her with me as I went. Hardly breaking our passionate embrace we sank down, I pushed her down beneath me and climbed between her legs. I slipped my hands around the waistband of her panties and tugged them off her waist – as soon as they cleared her hips, I pulled them quickly down and she pulled her legs back to help me strip they off of her.

Her engorged pussy lips glinted in the light and opened for me invitingly. Not to be denied, I lower my mouth to her clit and drank in her juices, lapping them up and swirling my tongue on her clit.

She was nearing her peak – I could feel her tensing and I wanted to make it a huge event. I wasn't disappointed as I felt her jerk and heard her squeal with joy...

After a moment I withdrew my mouth from her pussy and pulled her to a sitting position so that our lips could meet in a kiss.

I could see the guys from the corner of my eyes watching our show with pure lust in their eyes, and it was time to let them participate. Indeed, I was impressed at how restrained they had been.

I stood and pulled Cheryl to her feet. Without a word between us, we split apart and reached for the guys – Cheryl reaching for both Chris and Dave together, and I reached for Keith once again.

The guys were only too willing to participate, as we all stood together. I reached for Keith's shirt and practically ripped it from his body. Within seconds it was gone as he fumbled with the belt and fly of his khakis. I glanced over at Cheryl, and saw both Chris and Dave had shed their clothing and she was quickly being surrounded by naked man-flesh. I could see Chris was sporting an enormous hard-on and his lips were locked with Cheryl's. Meanwhile Dave slid down Cheryl's body – it looked like he wanted a taste of his own.

Keith was leading me to the big easy chair he had been sitting in earlier, and I was pretty sure what he had in mind for me. Sure enough, he gently turned me until I was facing the large padded arm and then he lowered me over it. He slid behind me and slipped his engorged cock between my legs. I welcomed him with a backwards push and he easily slipped into my sopping wet cunt.

I glanced over to the other three and found they had now collapsed into a pile on the floor. Chris was already positioning himself over Cheryl's spread body. Dave was alternating his eyes between Chris and Cher and Keith and I. Even as Keith pushed into me from behind, I motioned him over and patted the seat in front of me. Like an obedient puppy he stood, padded over and dropped into the seat. His long thin shaft waving in the air in front of me. 

As if I had been doing this all my life, I supported my upper body with my elbows on his upper thighs, slipped my mouth over his cock and took him deeply into my throat. I pulled up and gasped as I felt Keith start slamming into me. I knew my actions with Dave were turning him on – I had wondered in the back of my mind how he would actually react. I was delighted to feel his excitement behind me. 

I slipped my mouth back over Dave's knob and began to suck hard – bobbing my head up and down in rhythm to Keith's thrusts behind me. I could taste his pre-cum oozing out of him and I started milking his cock savoring each precious drop. I wanted to taste all of him so badly and I wanted to feel Keith shooting into as closed to the same time as possible. 

Meanwhile Dave's hands were busy playing with my tits and nipples as they hung below me. He started thrusting his hips up – forcing his cock into my open mouth.  

For a split second, I glanced over from my business and saw Cher and Chris on the floor – Cher's leg were spread wide and Chris was buried deep into her – I made a mental note to make sure to get her pussy afterwards.

Although I had lost count of the mini-orgasms I had already felt, I felt yet another much more powerful one building in me -- and I knew this one was going to be huge. I consumed myself with lust pushing backwards with every thrust of Keith's cock, and at the same time sucking, licking and mouthing Dave's cock as he shoved it upwards into me.

Over the building roar in my ears I could hear Dave starting to grunt and felt him pushing upwards harder. He called out "Suck you slut, suck! Oh, come on suck it, harderrrr...." 

Keith gave a huge push against me, and suddenly I felt his hot liquid shooting inside of me – I shrieked with pleasure and clamped down on Dave. That seamed to do it as I heard Dave grunt and cry out and then I felt his hot jet of cum shoot into my mouth. I swallowed deep, but knew some was escaping, I pulled back to catch my breath just in time to feel a squirt splash across my face and shoulder. Meanwhile Keith behind me was still shooting his own hot load into me. All of this was enough to push me into orgasm heaven as I came harder than I have ever done in my entire life.

I almost screamed in pleasure -- I know I cried out -- and I shook as one spasm after another rushed through my body. I could feel my whole body relaxing as an incredible feeling of complete sexual bliss enveloped me. I closed my eyes and reveled in it. I felt Keith's hands stroking my back as he slowly continued to pump into my cunt. Our juices were leaking out beneath me, but I didn't want to move, lest I destroy the delicious feeling of a great fuck. Instead, using my fingers I wiped most of the excess of Dave's cum off my face and sucked my fingers clean. I savored the flavor of this, the second man I had sucked off today. I rested my face in Dave's lap and relaxed.

I looked over to where Cheryl and Chris were now sitting on the floor – having finished their fuck on the floor in time to watch us finish. Both were grinning broadly at the three of us. Cheryl was sitting with her legs slightly spread – I could see the glistening wetness of her pussy and I remembered thinking how good she tasted after Keith had finished in her. She looked directly into my eyes and winked. Chris's cock was glistening wetly and still sticking straight up in the air.

I wanted more of it...

As I stirred, I felt Keith slipping out of me, and began to rolled off the arm of the chair, even as I did so, Keith steadied me allowing me to come to an upright kneeling position beside Dave's legs.

I took a moment to gather myself, dropped to my hands and then I crawled towards Cheryl's. She made no effort to close them, but as I neared she first pulled me close and licked the remnants of Dave's cum off my face and shoulder. Once she was finished with that, she slipped from my arms, and pulled her self backwards and up onto the couch. Throughout this she never closed her legs, instead she left them open, and inviting to me.  

I had slipped from her arms and now crawled forward my face coming up between the "Y" of her legs. I lowered myself to her sopping wet cunt, now full of both her and Chris' combined juices. The smell was intoxicatingly musky and pungent. I could see strands of his spunk spread across her lips and I lowered myself further to allow my tongue to taste them. 

Even as I did so, I knew that bent over as I was I inviting someone to take advantage of me from behind once again. 

I wasn't disappointed as I felt a cock slip inside my now well lubricated lips. At that point, I didn't know who it was, and I didn't care – I just wanted to feel another burst of cum in my cunt.

I busied myself with Cher's pussy, lapping up her juices and savoring the sweet salty sticky mess that she was. Behind me, whose ever cock it was, was doing a marvelous job of pounding into me. Thrust after hard thrust rammed into me – I spread my legs wider and enjoyed the ride. I knew Cheryl would cum again with my licking but that wasn't my purpose this visit. No instead, I needed to feel her combined juices smearing over my face – and that's exactly what I started to do – when suddenly I felt someone moving in from her left side. 




A Night To Remember



A familiar cock pocked into view, Keith's, and by process of elimination I now knew it was either Dave of Chris ramming into me. Keith's hand slipped down to the length of his cock and he began stroking it as he slid it down towards my mouth. Somehow I just knew he intended to ejaculate over my face as I buried my tongue in Cheryl's cunt. This first thought of a cum bath crept into my head, and it delighted me to no end. I wondered where the other cock in this house was...

Even as I wondered, and the yet un-named cock behind me rammed home slowly once again, I felt a second cock nudge against face from the right side. 'Oh, my God', I thought myself 'it's going to happen...' I glanced over and Chris's body met my glance.

Keith began to stroke faster – increasing his pace and obviously his excitement – I wasn't sure how much cum he would have left, but I hoped Chris would make up for it. I ground my tongue harder and deeper into Cher's pussy and then pulled out to lick Chris' and the Keith's knobs. 

Exquisite – that's the only word I can think of when I think back and remember how my first experience with three different cocks and a pussy all at once felt. It was almost a blur of actions, the two cocks bobbing in front of me, my tongue lashing Cher's squirming cunt, and the two cocks. Licking fuck juices from all three of them, while all the time a third cock was slamming into me from behind drove me into a sexual frenzy.

Without warning, I felt Dave blast into my pussy, and I shoved back hard against him. I cried out in pleasure as I felt another burst of hot seamen stream into my now twice fucked pussy. He didn't stay in me long, instead he pulled out and sat backwards behind me. This allowed me to sit up and I turned my attention to Chris's cock – pulling his knob deep into mouth before releasing it and swirling my tongue over the tip. Resting my upper arms on Cheryl's legs I grasped each of the cock's in front of me and began wanking them directly at my face. "Come on you two, give it to me," I called out. 

Almost on demand, Chris complied with my demand. He let out a "Oh yeah!" yell, leaned his head back and I just managed to open my mouth in time to catch most the great wad of cum he shot into my face. While savoring the first taste him in my mouth, a second and third strong jet of hot cum launched into my face and dripped down onto my tits. 

"Now, it's your turn, Keith" as I turned my attentions to his cock. I could tell how turned he was getting by watching me be such a slut – the look on his face told me that. "Give it to me, cum on me," I urged him. I immediately went to work – I opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth. Sucking hard and pumping him with my hand and mouth.

Although this would be the third time he would cum today, I wasn't disappointed by him. With one final thrust he came in a shudder. There wasn't a great deal of cum, but it was enough to fill my mouth. I pulled back and his small second, third and forth streams landed on my face – joining Chris' cum that was now dripping down off my face and onto my torso.

Almost at once I began to realize how slutty I had just acted. My face was covered in cum, three different guys had now cum in my mouth, and even now, I could still taste Cheryl's cum soaked cunt in my mouth. My pussy was dripping from two different guys in the space of half an hour, and we were barely into the evening.

I dropped backwards to my haunches from Keith and Chris' now sent cocks.  Almost involuntarily my hands reached to my tits slick with their juices. I massaged it into my skin, loving the slimy sticky mess it was leaving on me. I lifted my hands to my face and licked my sticky fingers. As the others watched me, I scooped the remnants of their sticky streams from my face and body and methodically licked it from my fingers.

I stood and as I did so Cheryl did too – she leaned into my arms and our lips locked once again. But not for long as her tongue now sought out the remaining juices on my face and tits. Together we made our way towards the sliding door that led to deck and the hot-tub outside. "Are you guys coming?" Cheryl asked over her shoulder...

We stepped outside and pulled the cover off of the sunken hot tub, I leaned over and flipped the switch the guys had showed us earlier and the lights and bubbles came to life.

Cher and I slid ourselves into the steaming water, with Keith and Chris were right behind us. Dave followed a few minutes later with a pile of towels in one hand, and a fresh round of drinks on a tray in the other. These he handed out before joining us naked in the tub.

Chris and Dave positioned themselves on either side of Cher, and Keith slid in beside me.

Although it was still relatively early, not much after 9 o'clock, for me at least, the evening's festivities were winding down. For Cher, it looked like they might just be starting.

Dave and Chris were now taking turns kissing her, and although I couldn't see their hands through the bubbles in the tub, it was clear from the way Cheryl was beginning to react they were exploring her body in detail.

She leaned her head back, put her arms around the two of them, pulled them in towards her allowed them complete access. Keith and I snuggled closer, but neither of us made a move to join them. Instead we watched in voyeuristic fascination as Cheryl lost herself in sexual desire with these two.

Her eyes closed, and alternately taking long French kisses back and forth between Dave and Chris, Cheryl was riding a sexual high. Her body had floated to the surface of the tub and the guys were making the most of it – her shiny wet breasts and nipples floated freely in front of them, and when they weren't kissing her lips, their mouths were buried in her soft mounds sucking on her nipples. From experience I knew how much that turned her on.

Dave's left hand slid from her breast, and down her body beneath the surface of the water -- to her submerged pussy. Cher parted her legs, and freely allowed him access. I imagined his fingers sliding into her His fingers slid into her. I knew I was right when she broke her kiss with Chris, gasped and shuddered in orgasmic pleasure. 

I was sure both of the guys would have raging hard-on's under the water, and I expected it wouldn't be long before they put them to use.

I was right too – It was Dave who stood in the tub, and began pulling a now fully compliant Cheryl to her feet – Chris stood too and helped steady Cheryl from behind. I could see his bulging cock pressed against her delicious ass. Dave was out of the tub in seconds – his cock bobbing in front of him like a pointer. He leaned to help Cheryl step out too, but instead Cheryl leaned forward and enveloped his cock with her mouth. 

Chris found himself standing directly behind her -- with a raging hard-on -- he did exactly what I expected he would do. Presented with Cheryl's gorgeous ass, and her parted, well lubricated, pussy lips he slipped his cock inside of her. Even through a mouthful of cock, we heard her gasp as his cock entered.

She pulled her mouth off Dave's cock just long enough to allow him to sit on the deck and to drop his feet back into the tub. She moved forward between his opened legs, and leaned down to take his cock once more. Chris barely broke stride through this shuffle of movement, continuing to slide his cock deep into her. Now she was fully bent at the waist, and he put his hands onto her hips, grasping her, which allowed his the ability to slam hard into her, which he started to do. She cried aloud, though it came out muffled, it was clear she was commanding Chris to 'fuck her harder'. He obeyed her wish immediately, and began slamming hard with deep deliberate strokes. 

Meanwhile, Dave was leaning back on his hands as she deep throated him for all he was worth, enjoying his second blow job of the evening.

Chris gave a loud grunt, and shoved hard against her, his thighs and ass pulsed rhythmically – I knew she was getting a load shot deep into her. She responded with another muffled cry and bore down hard against his cock, pushing back hard against him.

I think it was Cheryl's hard backward thrust that caused him to loose his footing – at any rate, he slipped and with a sudden and surprised slash, he dropped backwards into the tub. 

Apart from laughing aloud when it happened, Cheryl never slowed for much more than a second or two – she was now bent over directly in front of us and without Chris to block the view, her gapping cunt lips and asshole were in perfect view. Her parted lips now dripped with Chris' cum, and I watched almost in a trance as she continued her ministrations on Dave. The view was amazing and knew Keith, laying the water beside me must be loving it too. 

Keith's hand was buried in my cunt, flicking my clit and dithering me to one climax after another. My hand was slowly massaging his engorged prick. 

Now that Chris was finished with her, Dave leaned forward and said something quietly to her. She nodded and pulled off of his cock. I wasn't sure what was next – but Dave clearly had a plan.

He leaned back behind himself and grabbed a long cushion off of one of the deck chairs behind him. He dragged it to the ground and slid his body on top of it. Meanwhile, Cheryl climbed out of the tub. Dave lay back on the cushion with his hard on pointing to the stars. Cheryl immediately straddled him and lowered herself down onto his cock. Groaning with pleasure as she did so – I imagined how she must feel at that second, her pussy already wet and full of Chris' cum, now opening and preparing for a second shot.

She ground her pussy down onto him, still riding him upright, and then began to ride his cock like a woman possessed. His hands groped upwards cupping her breasts and playing with her rapidly hardening nipples. I could see from the look on Dave's face it wouldn't be long before she got her second load of cum shot deep into her.

I was right too – Dave was thrusting hard up into her, every time she ground down – it was quite a view watching the two of them, fuck their brains out in front of us.

Dave grunted and pushed up hard – and Cher pushed down equally hard against him, and as I predicted he came deep into her cunt.

She continued to ride him, more slowly now – luxuriating in the feeling of him deep inside her. I looked around and although we were hidden from view by the laurel hedges, I wondered if any of the neighbors had heard them – more than a small part of me hoped so... 

Until then, I had never just watched as a couple, (or in this case a threesome), made love in front of me -- it was an incredible voyeuristic turn-on, and I vowed to make sure I did the same sometime.

My hand slipped from Keith's cock, before I made him cum – I decided I wanted to save that last pleasure for later. 

Cheryl and Dave stood and laughing together dropped to the edge of the pool by Chris.

"Come on Chris," Cheryl said, "let's go inside for shower and then to bed." Chris looked surprised, but offered no resistance to her offered outstretched arm. Instead he stood in the tub, and climbed out with both Dave's and Cheryl's assistance. They headed inside laughing. 

Keith looked at me, and said, "That shower sounds like a good idea – what to join me?" 

I was standing almost immediately, and together we both climbed out of the tub and headed inside. The wet footprints in front of us led directly upstairs, but we didn't follow. Instead, Keith guided me into his bedroom and to his en-suite shower.

We made love later that night – just the two of us, slowly, passionately, and calm partner pleasing deliberation. It was afterwards that Keith confessed to me how turned on he was by watching Cheryl, Dave and Chris fuck, and by being watched as he had fucked me over the arm of the chair. Surprised, but delighted, I confessed my love of the exact same things as he did. How I loved exposing myself, how I loved being the centre of attention, and how I loved being fucked by him and the others with completed abandon. 

I also confessed to him my desire to continue exploring my sexual nature – that I couldn't promise monogamy to anyone – not to Cheryl, nor to him – I hoped he would understand this even as I said it. In turn, he delighted me by telling me he understood completely – in fact, he astounded me by confessing back to me, he hoped he could watch me, or at least hear about my exploits as I experienced them. 

Later, as I relaxed under his covers, with Keith snuggled against me I closed my eyes and began to think about this evening. As images of the day & night flashed through my mind, I could hardly believe the day I had just had, and all of the wild things I had just done. Instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed of how I had acted throughout the day though, I felt exhilarated – sexually charged – and completely liberated. And on top of that I realized I didn't care what anybody thought of me.

I knew then, that some would no doubt identify me as a complete and total slut, (and the label still doesn't bother me a single bit), but I also knew in my heart of hearts, I had become something different. I had now opened myself to a world of completely open sexual pleasure taking and giving. I had become what I still am to this day -- an entirely liberated, sexually open, sexually free woman. 

From that moment on, I instinctively knew I would explore every sexual urge and fantasy that any two, or three, or four, or whatever number of adults choose to engage in, without any consideration for societal restrictions. 

As I lay there awake beside Keith, who had already drifted off to sleep (what is that with guys anyway?) I began to think about how today had been full of risky behavior. And not only the kind that gave pleasure – for the first time I actually felt a little guilty. I decided then, for the safety of myself, and my other lovers, I had to ensure a few things going forward:

- I would ensure that I either practiced safe sex, or made sure to the best of my ability that my partners were in a closed sexual circle;

- my desires would be restricted to consenting adults;

- I would not engage in activities that I did not do willingly; and,

- I would only continue if I was having fun.

With those thoughts on my mind, I curled around Keith's warm body. He turned in his sleep wrapping a protective arm over me and I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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I hope, dear reader, you have enjoyed this story.  It is true, to the best of my recollection (It's been seven years since it happened). I intend to write about more of my adventures too – sometimes though, as John Lennon once said, "Life get's in the way when you are making other plans." So please forgive me if sometimes there are some longer than anticipated breaks between my stories. It's just life happening...



A Night to Remember



Did you ever have one of those dreams when you wake up you want to go right back to sleep and finish it? I had one of those just last night. But try as I could, as much as I wished I might, I couldn't go back to sleep. I got up and went downstairs to my computer and wrote this story. 

I remember opening a door and walking into a room filled with naked people. A dozen or so couples having sex. Some on the couch, some on the floor, others on the coffee table. I did not recognize any of them nor did I recognize whose house I had walked in to. They were all just beautiful bodies of flesh touching, sucking and pleasing each other. There were many combinations of partners. Women with women, men with men as well as men and women together. I was mesmerized. Not sure, if I should join in or turn around and leave. The stir in my pants betrayed me and I shut the door behind me. There was really no place to sit or stand to watch and an arm came up and the most beautiful blonde girl reached out, took my hand and pulled me to her. I quickly undressed and began kissing this girl. Her kisses were passionate and lusty. Another girl with dark hair was licking her pussy and there were other hands massaging her breasts. Her lips were sticky with cum and I could taste sex on her. The taste was not revolting, and I hungrily continued to kiss her. Soon a hand was around my dick and it felt wonderful being stroked. Other hands began touching me and a cock was offered to my mouth. I have never has sex with a man before but in my dream I began kissing it. Licking up and down the shaft before taking it entirely into my mouth. I began fucking the blonde beneath me and the girl that was licking her before, started licking and playing with my ass. The sensation put me on overload. This is where I woke up. Damn! 

I fixed coffee and got ready for the day. When my wife came downstairs I told her of my dream over breakfast. She asked me if I would really like to be involved in an orgy? I said I probably would as long as I didn't know anyone and it was just sex, not emotions involved. She said she also had fantasies of having sex with other men. But in each case, these other men had no faces. Just hard bodies and cocks. 

My wife and I have been together for seven years and my kids for an earlier marriage are grown and out of the house. I am forty-three and my wife is thirty. The difference of age doesn't seem important. Our sex life at first was exciting and lately has been just run of the mill. This is not her fault. I just have been occupied with work and day-to-day stuff. But this dream last night seemed to really have got me going. She reached under the table and felt the hardness in my cock and offered to take care of that before I went to work. 

She took my hand, walked me upstairs and we both stripped and jumped naked on the bed. Our kissing and touching each other got me further excited and soon I was feeding her mouth with my cock while fingering her pussy. She loves it when I finger her and she came quickly. She is a very good oral lover and lets me fuck her mouth as often as I like. She always swallows my cum and sometimes as a special treat will save some in her mouth and share the "snowball" with me afterwards. I know this is probably not normal for a guy to want to taste his own cum. But in my mind this cum is not mine but some other guys. When I am making love to my wife doggie style, I often fantasize that she is giving another guy a blowjob at the same time. I close my eyes and image her giving him head. This really turns me on. I once got her a black dildo and encouraged her to suck on it while I was fucking her from behind. She always goes along with my little requests but we have never actually tried anything. We both keep looking for the special guy to join us. There just never seems to be a perfect male body without a face walking around in the real world. I came in her mouth and she sucked me greedily until I went limp in her hand. 

We showered and got ready for work. As I kissed her goodbye and thanked her for the earlier blowjob, she reminded me of the Halloween party we were invited to Friday night. 

This group of friends from her work got a little crazy last time we were invited. The couple that host the party take Halloween as serious as most people take Christmas. Their entire yard and exterior of their house is decorated like a haunted house. With lights, fog machines, creepy music and blow up decorations. I looked forward to going this year since last time was so exciting. I went as Groucho Marx and my wife went as a nurse. But some of the other people attending the party last time dressed sexy and naughty. Some of the guys wore red thong underwear; showing off their packages then had leather chaps on and biker vest. The ladies were dressed sexily as vampires and devilish vixens. As the drinks and snacks were eaten and everyone got loosened up the flirting and bantering between the guests escalated. They had a fire pit in the backyard and many couples were outside enjoying the fire. Others were dancing to the music in the front room. Others were making out on the couch downstairs. 

I asked the hostess where the bathroom was and made my way up the stairs and down the hallway. I opened the second door on the left and realized my mistake. I was supposed to find the bathroom, the second door on the right, the wrong door opened and there were two guests in costume having sex. I quickly shut the door. Maybe this year's party I will join in. A masked and costumed lover is sort of like a faceless person. Isn't it? 

Friday night finally arrived. I decided to go dressed as a vampire. Might be some neck or other body part I could suck on later. My wife went as an angel. An angel she was! White flowing robe with costume wings attached to her shoulders. Her makeup was put on a little heavier than normal. Just the way I like it. Glossy lips and heavy mascara eyes. She had her nails done just for me. Long acrylic nails painted red for Halloween. A very sexy angel. One to make up for my evil ways!

We arrived at the party early and got acquainted with our hosts and some of the guests. We greeted each new couple that arrived and I was especially taken with a couple dressed as The Angel of Death and his gothic corpse. He was tall and dressed entirely in black. With a long flowing robe and skeleton mask covering his face. She was young and dressed as a corpse. Her pale skin, with blue lipstick and dark eyes. Her nails were painted black. Sort of a gothic sexy look. The kind of girl older guys dream of having sex with, but never actually getting the chance. She had a nice build and small breasts. My wife and I hit it off with this couple and spent most of the evening dancing, drinking and enjoying ourselves. 

It turns out the Angel of Death was a friend of one of my wife's coworkers. His name was Carl and the young gothic girl was his girlfriend Sarah. As the party was winding down we offered to continue the party with them at our place. It was still early so they agreed and followed us to our house. 

Once at our home, we stayed in our costumes and the girls made some snacks and drinks while I showed Carl the house. Carl and Sarah were really fun and suggested we play some music and dance with each other's partners. Sarah still had her gothic makeup on so my wife felt comfortable reapplying her lipstick and changing into something more seductive. I could tell Carl liked what he saw. My wife has large breasts and her low cut top left little to the imagination. 

Sarah grabbed my hand and began dancing we me. I looked over and saw my wife dancing with Carl. Sarah was a pistol. What she didn't have breastwise she made up with naughtiness. She teased me endlessly while we danced. Touching me and rubbing my dick through my jeans. Giving me that "I want to fuck you" look. Sexual conversation continued and soon it came around to our sexual lifestyle. We admitted we had never "played" with another couple but had often talked about doing it with the right couple. Carl and Sarah said they had swapped partners before and enjoyed the swinging lifestyle. Sarah was bi and had had sex with several women in the past. She was willing to show my wife the ropes. She leaned in and kissed her on the lips. 

My wife was shocked at first but then said, " what the hell" as she kissed her back. I looked at Carl in amazement as I saw him grinning from ear to ear. My wife and Sarah started really giving us a show and then my wife took Sarah by the hand and led her to the bedroom. As we watched them climbing the stairs, my wife said, "Come on up. You want to watch this don't you?" 

We sprinted up the stairs behind them and watched as Sarah made love to my wife. She was sucking and licking her nipples and kissing her neck. Fingering her pussy. My wife left any inhibitions outside and came easily to Sarah's touch. Sarah began licking her juices from my wife's pussy and then my wife she said, " How about you two boys feed me some cock?" We both quickly stripped naked and climbed on the bed each eager to have her red nails and lips on our hard dicks. 

So here we were. All four of us in our bed. My wife taking turns sucking both our cocks while Sarah was eating her out. What a picture. This beats the hell out of any "dream" I might have had. 

Soon my wife said, " Honey, I need you inside me now!" 

I climbed off the pillow went down to where Sarah was and guided my dick into my waiting wife. Sarah was enjoying all of it. She was pushing my ass watching my dick go in and out. A few times she pulled me all the way out and put me in her mouth. Sucking me, then guiding me back inside her. Then Sarah would kiss me. Sharing the juices of our lovemaking. The whole time Carl is getting the blowjob of his life. I can see his eight-inch dick is being swallowed over and over again by my horny wife. Sarah put her finger in my ass and I couldn't hold back any longer. Grunting in desire, I shot my seed into my wife. Sarah is smiling and my wife is still hungry. 

Carl takes his turn and begins fucking my wife too. Sarah and I exchange kisses with my wife while Carl plows into her. My wife cums quickly and after her shuttering orgasm, Sarah tells Carl that it's her turn. Carl lies back on the bed and Sarah straddles him. My wife is licking and sucking his nipples and I take a turn playing with Sarah. I get behind her and hold her ass. I guide it up and down on Carl. Watching his dick go in and out of her. Carl explodes inside her and she collapses on top of him. My wife starts kissing her as I tongue her ass. It is so beautiful. I am soon hard again and Sarah tells me to have a go at it. I pull her towards me and get some lube out of the dresser and coat my dick with it. I push it inside and start to pump her ass. She is a wild woman. She is rocking back and forth. Moaning and screaming for me to fuck her ass harder. Carl and my wife begin kissing and fondling each other as Sarah and I continue our wild fuck session. After we both cum hard together, I am exhausted. But not Sarah, she and my wife start taking turns kissing and sucking Carl. What a night to remember!