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Afternoon Delight

By: Amy1965



I stood waiting patiently for you by my car. I was doing as instructed, wearing what you told me. I had on a button down cotton blouse the color of puffy clouds on a spring day, first three buttons undone. A black leather skirt, not too tight, to my knees, thigh high black stockings and ebony leather heels completed the outfit. Nothing else. My nipples, poking through, were hard from the cold...and from the anticipation of seeing you. My long auburn hair whipped around my face from the wind. It was a blustery cold day, but there I stood, waiting. I bent down to look in the side view mirror to check my makeup. My eyes, the color of emeralds, were watering from the cold. I wanted to get back into my car, but I didn't. It meant more to me to follow your instructions, to obey them. Finally I spotted your car coming through the parking lot. Without thinking I stood up straight, smiling. I was both happy and relieved to see you.

I watched you get out of your car. A sight I could watch over and over. First your one leg, putty colored khakis, a black shoe, then the other leg. I slowly moved my eyes up your body. I loved how powerful you looked. Broad shoulders, made broader by the leather coat. Your short dark hair barely moved in the wind. I couldn't see your eyes through the dark sunglasses, but damn, you looked sexy. I felt a burning deep within me. You lifted your arm, and with two fingers, summoned me to you. I slowly walked to your car, nervous energy pulsing through me with each step. As I reached you, I looked into your sunglasses, knowing your eyes were running over my body. I was praying you wouldn't be disappointed.

"I am pleased to see you followed my instructions so well, pet." 

"Thank you, Sir. I was hoping you'd be pleased with me." I barely whispered back.

You took my hand and together we walked to the door of your building. We rode in silence to your floor, you watching me from behind the sunglasses the whole time. You let me out first and we walked down the hallway. As we walked my mind began to think about my last visit. I had feelings I never had before. I was nearly trembling with excitement this time. You opened the door and I followed you in. You pointed to the sofa and told me to sit. I obeyed.

You went to the bedroom, I heard you moving about in there, probably hanging your coat up. I looked around the spotless apartment. Stark white walls, gray carpet, black furniture, not much warmth. But I guess that was the general idea. It was in contrast to your intensity, your passion. I heard the shower start running and settled in for what would be more than a few minutes. I sat obediently on the plush sofa, awaiting your return, trying not to fidget.

Finally, you emerged from the bedroom, wearing a long midnight blue silk robe. Your hair damp, smelling clean. I took a deep breath, I loved your scent. 

"Come stand in front of me, pet." You commanded.

I walked across the room, stopping about two feet from you. I blushed as you walked around me, inspecting me. Then I heard you sit down on the sofa. I wanted to turn around, but knew better.

"Get on the floor and crawl to me."

I knelt down, knees on the floor, then leaned forward until my hands pressed into the lush carpet. I deliberately crawled to you, my ass in the air, hair hanging down in my face, eyes cast down, stopping only when I reached your feet. 

"Take your blouse and skirt off for me." You said slowly.

I knew stand was not part of your orders so I leaned on my heels and unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders, neatly folding it before moving to my skirt. I unzipped it, then wriggled out of it without rising to my feet. I also folded it neatly and placed it in a small pile with my shirt. I sat back on my heels once again, this time my head bowed down, eyes to the floor, hands clasped behind me. I sat as I knew you wanted me. 

You rise from the sofa and stand next to me. Suddenly you grab my hair, pulling my head back. I look up at you. I can see the power in your clear blue eyes. You lean down and kiss me hard on the mouth, your tongue twisting around mine. You stand back over me, releasing my hair. I feel your gaze, I instinctively look to the floor. Your chuckle makes my cheeks redden. You quickly lean down and grab my right nipple, twisting it hard. I yelp in pain, that only urges you on and you keep pinching and tweaking me. When I think I cannot take anymore, you let go. 

"Thank you, Sir." I whisper. 

You repeat your actions with the left nipple. The pain runs through me like electricity, straight down to my pussy. I can feel the wetness growing. I lust for your touch, the pain only you can deliver to me. I need it, like a flower needs water. It nourishes something inside me and keeps me satiated. You sense I am daydreaming a bit. Suddenly, I feel the sting of a slap across my face. Hard on my right cheek. Then again on my left. My eyes begin to well up with tears. More because I know I have disappointed you than from the ache in my cheeks. You kneel down beside me and put your arms around me, holding me against your chest. You murmur to me as you run your fingers through my hair. When I am calmer, you stand back up, pulling me up with you. I stand looking at you.

"Follow me to the bedroom, pet." 

I do as ordered, watching you in your robe as we walk the short distance to the bedroom. The first thing I notice is the lovely glow from all the candles you have burning. And a sweet smell of vanilla. You instruct me to lie face down on the bed. I kneel down first on it, my knees sinking into the soft mattress. I lay down and place my hands over my head, eyes closed in anticipation. The comforter is cool against my warm skin. It sends a chill down my back. Or is that you? I hear you moving around but I keep my eyes closed. 

"You need to learn to focus on me when I am talking to you. I sensed you floating away before. Am I wrong, pet?"

"No Sir, you're right. I was lost in the pain. I am sorry, Sir." 

I feel something running up my leg. I know what it is, the end of your leather belt. You drag it over me, teasing me. I feel my pussy begin to drip. I know what's coming, I fear it yet I want it. Then I feel you lift the belt off of me. With a hard slap, it crack against my ass. I yelp from the sting. Again, in the same spot. I yell louder. Next one is in a different spot, I yell but I'm relieved you changed spots. Next one is in the same spot as the third. My ass is on fire. You don't stop. Again and again you whip me with the leather belt. Tears flow freely now as I give into the pain. My pussy flows just as easily. With each blow, I grind my hips into the bed. Once you sense I am aroused, you stop. 

"Don't even think of cuming." You command me. 

As close as I am, I know a threat when I hear one, so I take a deep breath and will myself to slow down. I catch my breath and turn my head to look at you. You smile when you see my tear streaked face. I watch you walk to the dresser and take out a cigarette. You light it and sit down in the chair. You take a deep drag and lift your hand. You gesture to me to come to you. I slide off the bed and crawl over to you. You open your robe and I see your hard cock, the tip glistening. 

"Suck it for me. I want to cum down your throat."

I open my mouth wide and take it all the way in. My lips against your body. I feel it pulsing in my throat. Your hands grab my hair and move my head up and back. I try and keep the pace, breathing when I can. You fuck my mouth, hard and fast. I try and fight the gagging, but it's too hard. I move my hands up to your cock and hold the base. It makes it easier for me to take it all in. I can breath again. You let me get away with that for a moment. Then you pull my hands away. I suck on just the head, running my pierced tongue along the sensitive underside. I hear you moan. It urges me on. I take a little more in, then back out. I keep repeating that, taking a bit more in each time. I want to take it all for you. I want to give you as much pleasure as I can. I feel your hips moving now. My mouth is watering now, I make the effort to hold my lips firmly against your cock. When I think it will never happen, I feel you explode against the back of my throat. I swallow deeply. I love the taste of your cum. Another load, I swallow that, too. I gently suck your cock now. It's still semi hard. You reach under my chin and lift it so I am looking at you. You are smiling at me, pleased. 

"Very nice, little one. I want you to lay down on the bed on your back. I'm going to fuck you now." You whisper to me.

I immediately crawl to the bed and climb onto it. I lay back, my hair fanning out over the pillow. I spread my legs, even though doing so embarrasses me. I look up at the ceiling, hearing you getting up and walking over to the bed. I look over and you're staring down at me. You're not smiling but I can see the respect and caring in your eyes. It makes me smile and bite my lower lip. You position yourself between my legs and I raise my knees up, spreading my legs wide for you. You lower yourself down and I feel your hard cock between my legs. You don't waste time teasing me like you do so often. You slam your hardness deep into me in one motion. 

"Oh God! Please fuck me, Sir." I moan.

It feel so wonderful. You move in and out, fucking me hard and fast. It's just what I need. I feel the welts on my ass and the mix of pain and pleasure send me to the edge quickly. You tell me not cum until I am told. I fight the impending orgasm. I feel the sweat building on your body, dripping down onto me. Your breathing becomes faster and harder, matching your strokes. You pound into my wet pussy, our hips slamming together, my cunt squeezing around your cock. I hear your breathing getting faster and I know you're close to cumming deep inside me. I move my hips a bit faster, wanting that cum. When I think I cannot fight my own rapture off anymore, you grunt at me to cum. As my orgasm crashes over me, I feel you shooting inside me. My legs tighten around you, pulling you in as my pussy clenches around your cock. I begin to shudder from the intensity of the orgasm. 

You finally collapse on top of me. I reach my arms around you, cradling your head against my chest. You move your mouth to mine and kiss me passionately, deeply, lovingly. Then we both fall into a deep sleep...

Afternoon Delight



I want you to know that for the past couple of years I have had an on going affair with a lady from where I work. We started out as just a tryst but it turned into a full-blown affair. I am a married man but this woman was able to make me forget all the responsibilities that go along with being married. I think the only way this stopped was that I lost my job and had to move away. Otherwise I would still be seeing her. Her name was Linda, a black lady about 5 foot 3 inches tall, a good set of legs and had tits that had a pair of nipples the seemed to be hard all the time. She also had a tattoo of a musical cliff symbol on her leg about even with her knee. She was about my age, which at the time was 44 years old. That may seem old to some people but it really is not. You still have all the desires that you had when you were younger but you’re not as much in a hurry.

Linda and I would go out after work to a motel that you could rent a room by the hour. The longest we stayed there was about an hour maybe two. But in that time Linda sure taught me how to make love. I don’t say “fuck” because I did enjoy our outings very much and to say “fuck” degrades the memory. Linda taught me how to kiss, to French kiss, how to give good head and how to touch a woman. In other words she taught me how to be a good lover. I must have been a good student because my wife said that she was enjoying our lovemaking even more.

I remember one of times we went to the motel, Linda would stood in front of me while I sat on the bed and let me undress her. She always wore a blouse with no bra. Her tits were firm and stood out from her chest. She had nipples were about a half-inch around and stuck out maybe a half inch too with an areola about two inches around. I would look up at them and gently put them to my mouth. My tongue would make circles over those hard points, my teeth gently biting them. I would move from one to the other, tasting the sweat from the day on them. A bittersweet taste, but a taste that was ambrosia to me, damn they were fine! Her jeans would be next; I would unbutton the top snap and pull down the zipper to expose her pussy area. Sometimes she wore panties and sometimes she didn’t. Either way it was an adventure just opening her jeans. Her jeans were always tight and I had to struggle to get them off. It was like pealing a banana; each leg had to be pulled off. Undressing her took the longest time, but it seemed that my clothes came off in seconds.

We would kiss and I could feel her tongue enter my mouth. It would push against my tongue as they fought inside my mouth for control. I swear that it felt like she was licking the backside of my mouth. She pushed me down on the bed, all the time still kissing me. My hands roamed over her body feeling her breasts, cupping her ass, and fingering her pussy. It was always wet down there, and a deep red in contrast to her dark skin. I rolled her over to enter her in the missionary position. She guided my cock to her waiting pussy. Linda had a way of gripping my cock with her pussy when I entered her. I have never felt anything like that before or since. 

My hips would start to move up and down, my cock sliding in and out making those squishing noises. Her pussy would pull at my cock, sucking it into her even more. My mouth sucked on her nipples and kissed her mouth. I’m a big guy and it looked like she disappeared under me. But she was there, legs up around my waist, arms holding my shoulders. And her hips moving up and down to match my motions. It didn’t take long before I climaxed inside of her. Her climax often is a very loud experience, moaning loudly making those oh and awe sounds, nails raking my back. She always enjoyed our lovemaking as much fun as I did. 

On this occasion when I fell next to her in bed she turned around, got on top of my chest and took my flaccid cock in her mouth and started to give me head. Her pussy was looking me in the face so I spread her legs started to give her head at the same time. As she lay on top of me I sucked and licked her pussy as she had me in her mouth. There was something about her pussy that really turned me on. I think it was the color, I loved that deep redness that it was. It didn’t take very long before she was able to get my cock hard again. Her head bobbed up and down, her hands held my cock and move in unison with her mouth. 

She used her hands to move my foreskin up and down. She would take her tongue and lick the tip of my cock, sticking it in the eye of my cock. I had my tongue licking her red pussy, my nose near her asshole moving up and down to reach her clit. I hungrily reached up to force my tongue into her pussy. We both were on the verge of climaxing again. Only this time I think it was more me than her. She gobbled my dick like it was an ice cream cone. Licking it fast before it melted. My hips were arching to meet her mouth. I knew I would come in a few seconds because of the way she was sucking. All of a sudden I arched high and came with a force so solid that made her head jerk back. She had a towel near her and used it to wipe up any cum that got away from her. She also came with a withering motion, shaking and jerking. I thought this was the end of our lovemaking for today.

She lay back to one side of me. She looked at my eyes and we kissed again. My hands never got enough of her body. As she lay next to me my hands wandered over her back and her chest. Her nipples were still hard, I don’t think they ever got soft. My hands went to trace the shape of her face. This was one lovely lady. We rested for a few moments, when all of a sudden she moved to get on top of me. She bent down and kissed me deeply. Her tongue playing with mine. I don’t know how but she was getting me aroused again. This would be the third time and I did not think I would be able to perform for her. But she kept on kissing and licking me, when my limp cock got a new least on life! With a few more kisses my cock came alive and was searching for her pussy once more. Like a guided missile it found its mark.

She lowered herself down as I arched up to meet her thrust. My hands reach for her tits and tweeted her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Pinching them and feeling there hardness. She pumped my cock by going forward and back not just up and down. With her bent over me her breasts would rub along my chest, her hard nipples bumping into my harden nipples. I held her close; we were like one body gyrating together. I don’t know how she made me do it but I was ready to cum again. I did not think I had anything left. But sure enough I was about to cum inside her once again! I made a deep sounding moan and let loose a stream of hot semen into her hot pussy. As she continued to pump at me my I could feel my cum flow out over my cock. Linda slowed a bit down, but she didn’t stop. This time, I know she didn’t climax. She just stayed there on top of me, holding my cock in her pussy until it no longer was hard and flopped out.

With a muffled laugh she fell down beside me, still with her arms around me. We both were very much contented. I lay there on my back, my cock limp, almost falling asleep from my exertion. Linda ran her hands over my chest and down my stomach; she would reach my pubic area and tease my limp cock with her fingers. She did this quite a few times. All the time her lips would play against my lips, not really touching but grazing them. Her lips and fingers must have had some kind of magic in them because I could feel a stirring in my cock. Not a lot, just a little, but there was something happening. Her hands kept roaming over my body, lips working my mouth. When all of a sudden I rolled her over on her back and prepared to enter her again!

She looked up and smiled at me because this is why she was doing what she was doing. Some how she knew I was going make love to her one more time. My cock entered her quickly, pushing hard against the inside of her pussy. She let out a load moan as I started to push my cock in and out of her. She would push her vulva hard against my cock. We were going at it harder than any of the other times. It seems like I wanted to be rough with her and she was just as rough with me. We both were making loud noises, grunting, moaning, and making deep low sounds that came from somewhere in our thorax. It only took a few minutes but we both were about ready to cum. Then it happen, I let out a big sign of relief, with that out came a spew of cum. At the same time she let out muffle scream and came with a great convulsion. Shaking and grabbing my at my shoulders. We both trembled at the conclusion of our lovemaking. I tumbled to her side, sweating and tired. Her arms fell on top of me as she succumbed to fatigue as well. With both of us lying on our backs we started to laugh at what we had just done. Linda had managed to make me have four ejaculations in less than two hours. 

That was more I had ever done even when I was a young man. Yes, Linda did have magic in her hands, as well as in her whole body. That was a feat I would never again repeat.



Afternoon Delight



The flames from the scented candles flutter in the slight breeze from the slatted windows which send shadow bars across the bed.

Carrie and I enter from the pool, having swum the heat of the day from our bodies. We were swimming nude. We turn to look at each other and I become tumescent at the sight of her.

We embrace, and I feel her breasts against my chest, cool from the water and we kiss gently, tongues flickering. We smell of chlorine from the pool, but on Carrie, it smells good.

We sit together on the bed in one motion, never breaking the kiss, which lasts forever. Breaking finally, I gently roll Carrie on to her stomach, and admire the lines of her back, her buttocks, and her legs.

I stroke her back gently with my finger tips, slowly downwards, caressing her ass, down her thighs, her calves to her feet several times, enjoying the feel of her pool-cleansed skin.

I lean forward, upwards and place a single kiss on the back of her neck, a feather-light touch of the lips. My cock has nestled in the crack of her ass. Slowly, with time between each one, I kiss each vertebra as I gently move down her back to her ass. Carrie parts her legs slightly but I reverse the process, moving up with the same careful deliberation to her neck. I whisper in her ear "I love you." and breathe into it gently.

My tongue lip marks four inch spaces down her back, touch, touch, touch, until I again reach her ass. My tongue does not stop. Touch, touch, touch, to her anus, touch.

Carrie's legs open wider and the chlorine has disappeared and I smell woman. I continue down to her cunt, licking slowly, parting the lips gently.

Next I kiss the backs of Carrie's thighs, left then right and the ticklish backs of her knees. I kiss her ankles and finally the soles of her feet.

I slide back up Carrie's body, allowing my cock to kiss all the places that my lips had touched. Finally it nestled against her anus. I pushed a little, not hard and allowed just the slightest part of the tip to penetrate - not much -no pain, no force, and shifted slightly from side to side. Very slowly and gently I continue this motion while kissing Carrie's neck and nibbling an earlobe between my teeth, but with only slight pressure.

I retreat slightly, allowing my cock to pull back. I bend down and gently insert my tongue into her anus, just a little, and slide it up and down the crack of her ass. She moans and trembles and it is time to roll over.

As Carrie turns I see her nipples are highly extended and rock hard. I nuzzle each one tenderly and take them into my mouth and suck on them. I nip them playfully with my teeth. Carrie jumps with each nip. 

I part her legs and kneel between them and slowly slide up the entire length of her body kissing as I go, feeling her diamond hard nipples scrape the hair on my chest. As my glans reaches her pussy entrance, I kiss Carrie's lips and my tongue glides into her welcoming mouth where her tongue lies in ambush. We fence, thrust -parry-thrust while laughing out loud. Saliva is everywhere. Finally we conclude a truce and we lave eave others' tongues as our desire mounts.

I lick Carrie's throat and the secret spot beneath her ear. I kiss each breast. I lick around the entire breast in ever shrinking circles until I reach the aureole, and then lick and suckle at each nipple. Carrie's breathing turns to a soft feral humming as each breast is loved.

I continue down the centre of her belly to her navel, where I probe with tongue tip, reaching for the earliest entrance to her. I circle the navel and suddenly dart inside, then out again. I gently nip the skin of her belly and back to her navel in a lightning strike.

Carrie's hips are beginning to thrust at this point, craving attention. I move to the side where the upper corner of her pubic hair meets her hip and slowly trace the line down into her pubis - but not touching her cunt. I repeat on the other side. Carrie's hips are demanding more. 

I trace the line of her now engorged, partly opened cunt with a fingertip, feeling the increasing wetness of her. I probe the entrance slowly with my finger and it yields easily to me.

I slide down so that my face is level with her cunt. What a beautiful vision! The labia are swollen and red, open for me, and exuding a perfume that cannot be bottled and sold. It is pure Carrie, available only here between her legs.

Gingerly I reach out with my tongue to touch the top of her hooded clit which thrusts joyfully upwards to greet me and Carrie's groan means, "At last!" I slide my tongue around the hood, and then under it, circling the little nub clockwise and then in reverse. Carrie's moans become louder and her thrusting more insistent against my mouth. I suck a little on the tender little bud and feel it grow between my lips.

I slide my tongue lower, to the slope past the urethra to her entrance and probe as deeply as I can. I fuck her with my tongue, in out in out in out. Carrie's thrusts increase wildly. I return to her clit and insert two fingers into her cunt and time my thrusts to my sucking to her thrusts. Carrie is now beginning to grunt with arousal.

"Fuck me!" she cries, "Oh please fuck me!" She reaches down for my head and pulls my face to hers where she kisses my Carrie-drenched mouth and beard wildly. She raises her hips to my cock, reaches down to my ass and pulls me into her, bucking wildly.

I am engulfed in her heat, her passion and I plunge into her deeply. My cock rules and I helpless to do anything but drive desperately into her, withdraw and plunge again even harder. My cock bounces off Carrie's cervix and strikes again and again. I raise myself so that my shaft rubs against her clit and our two pubic mounds slam together again and again in pure mindless lust.

As I feel my orgasm build, I hear Carrie gasp, "I'm coming, oh God I'm coming. Stay with me please!"

Desperately I control my reflex, but know it could be a losing battle. I am beyond conscious control. This is my universe, this mindless fuckdrive of the cosmos, driven by forces beyond consciousness. I slam harder faster, feeling the tension build to its white-hot pinnacle.

I cannot hold back any longer and the deep spasms begin as my sphincters clamp and propel my molten semen into her. Carrie screams "I'm coming, oh shit I'm coming oh God!" and her pelvis slams into me with the ferocity of a train wreck. We rock together endlessly, groaning, beyond words until, after an eternity, we can finally look into each other's eyes. Carrie's are black with pleasure, her lips full, and her face flushed. We lay in each other's arms, exhausted while the little aftershocks fade away, and sanity returns.

We smile and kiss, depleted but loving the continued contact of cock and cunt, relaxing and loving each other. Finally, inevitably, my cock shrinks and slips out, a thoroughly contented little appendage, wet with semen and Carrie. The room is redolent with the smell of our sex. 

We doze off in each other's arms.



Afternoon Delight



Evelyn reclined seductively. Beckoning Horace to come closer, "You like what you see lover?" she breathed; "Very much", he replied as he approached. Walking slowly forward Horace drank in her beauty with his eyes. She was completely nude and leaning back on one elbow. Her legs were slightly apart the small triangle of hair above her vagina visible. Her ample breasts dangled wantonly. The nipples pointing to him as if beckoning him to come and suck them. 

Horace moved closer stopping only to remove his clothing. Naked, his manhood proudly waving he kneeled on the bed. Evelyn rolled over onto her back and spread her beautiful legs exposing her soft and moist vagina to Horace. "It's all yours, baby" she sighed. Filled with lust Horace crawled forward stopping just a centimeter from Evelyn's vagina. Evelyn's breath became fast and ragged with the anticipation of what Horace was about to do. 

Horace could feel the heat emanating from her quivering vagina. Savoring the rich musk like order, he extended his tongue. Slowly he ran his tongue up and down Eleven's vagina. Letting his tongue feel and taste her flesh. Barley touching the lips with his tongue, not wanting to penetrate the soft fleshy folds yet. 

Evelyn moaned. Her fists opening and closing on the sheets as Horace attended to her quivering steaming vagina. She felt the stirrings of lust within her belly. Her body was preparing for the impending orgasm. She could feel her muscles convulse as Horace moved he tongue. The juices were flowing freely now. Her nipples hard and aching to be touched. Her breasts tightening. 

Horace felt her orgasm. Moving his tongue along the lips of her quivering vagina, he slowly slid his tongue between its fleshy folds. The bittersweet taste of her canal assailed his tongue. The odor was intoxicating. The flavor of her juices made his tongue quiver. Shoving his tongue deeper into her he reached up and pinched her nipples. Evelyn squealed with delight and grabbed Horace by the hair, pushing his face into her. Her mind was exploding. The pleasure Horace was giving her made her moan and buck. Pushing her ass off the bed, she held Horace tightly not wanting the feeling to stop, not wanting Horace to stop. 

Horace moved his tongue to her clitoris. Taking the little sprout into his mouth, he started sucking. Evelyn screeched with pleasure. "God, yes, yes, yes". Her voice, husky and labored she pleaded with Horace to make her cum. 

Horace felt her thighs tighten. Her vagina muscles clamped down on his marauding tongue. Her hips buffeted his face. She's cumming hard now, he thought. Giving in to her orgasm, Evelyn, clamped her legs around Horaces' head drawing him into her. The orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer. She felt her vagina explode. Thrusting her hips into her lover's face, she cried out to heaven. Such pleasure her mind and body never knew was upon her. She pushed her hips up into Horace. "Yes", she cried, "Yes, Yes, Yes", wishing the organism would last forever. Slowly the orgasm subsided. 

Exhausted, covered with sweat unable to move. Her mind still reeling from the pleasure. 

Horace moved up her limp body. Kissing her as he moved. Her chest heaving as he stopped to kiss and bite her hard nipples. As he moved up on her, she could feel Horace's hard throbbing cock enter her. Sliding in effortlessly. She had no strength to resist. She was his. Moreover, he would use her now. 

Bending his head down he kissed her their tongues greeting each other in a lustful dance. She could feel his hard cock throb inside of her, making her arousal quicker and more intense. Why doesn't' he fuck me she thought to herself. She wanted him badly. She needed him now. She wanted his cock pounding her fast and hard. Unable to wait any longer Evelyn started moving her hips. Wanting to feel Horace's cock sliding in and out of her, she moved her hips up and into his groin. Then pulling back, she could feel his cock sliding inside her. Horace knew what Evelyn not only wanted but also needed. Holding back would make her delirious with lust. As it was now. He could feel her fucking his cock. Moving her hips into him and back down again. She began to moan. Now she was ready. Ready for a pounding. She loved it hard. She always did. In addition, Horace was not one to deny her. 

Grabbing her legs he lifted them up and pushed the apart, giving him better access to her steaming hot cunt. Letting go Evelyn held her legs apart. Horace began thrusting his cock into her, slowly at first then building up speed. With each down thrust his balls slapped into her crack, with a smacking sound. Faster, Harder, Evelyn cried. Harder, harder, fuck me harder. Horace got the pace now. He moved in and out with lightning quickness. Ramming her cunt causing her body to shake and bounce. The headboard slammed into the wall. Yes, Yes, harder baby, harder, fuck me. As Horace assaulted her cunt with his torpedo like cock. Reaching up Horace started pinching the nipples of her copious tits. 

The exquisite pain in her tits and the incredible hammering pleasure in her cunt were pushing Evelyn closer to the inevitable mind shattering climax she desired. Arms outstretched, hands grabbing the sheets as if to give herself better leverage. Evelyn started pushing her hips up shoving her cunt into Horace's groin. Meeting his blistering hot rod as it came down to impale her again. Both of them moved with the speed of lustful teens. Evelyn's legs flailed the air as Horace continued his merciless pounding. They moaned and screamed their lust aloud filling the air with raucous cries. Fuck me, fuck me you bastard. Evelyn cried out. Cum bitch, cum. Horace retorted. 

Evelyn felt the knots in her groin. She was getting close now. Horace felt his sack and balls begin to tingle. Horace felt the muscles of her cunt constrict his ramming cock. Making her pussy seem smaller, tighter. Evelyn deliberately made her cunt muscles contract trying to squeeze Horaces cock. She felt the walls and lips of her vagina constrict and then convulse. She shoved her hips into Horace as his cock came down and into her. Her legs clamped around his ass pulling him in deeper. Horace felt his cock explode as Evelyn pulled him into her. His juice gushing into her womb. Yes, yes, cum in me, cum in me. She screamed. His hot liquid filling her to overflowing with each thrust he made.

Horace buried his face in Evelyn's ample breasts as he unloaded his hot juicy sperm into her. Yes, yes, yes, Horace yelled with his final thrusts. Continuing to thrust after the last spurts of sperm left his still hard cock. Her legs still holding Horace inside her, Evelyn basked in the glow and ecstasy of their combined climaxes. Breathing heavily, they began to relax slowly Evelyn let her legs drop to the bed. Horace stirred, moving his mouth to cover Evelyn's left nipple and give it a gentle bite and suck. His cock beginning to soften Horace slid out of Evelyn's now cum filled cunt. Lying next to each other, they kissed. Deeply and as passionately as before their coupling. Reaching down Horace rubbed Evelyn's still swollen pussy. Feeling his cum dripping out he rubbed it around her hairless lips and up onto her belly. Evelyn purred Oh what a lovely feeling. All your nice hot cum on me. I love feeling you after filling you up. He chuckled as her reached to her pussy again to rub more cum along her thighs.

Evelyn placed her arms around Horace's neck and her leg over his thigh. I love being fucked by you studman. Chuckling Horace replied, honey it takes two to tango. They both giggled and hugged each other. Basking in the after glow of the pleasure they each had given and received.

Knowing that in a short while they would join again in the lustful groin slapping hard fucking sex they both loved. 



Afternoon Delight



They had spoken via computer earlier that day. She being flirtatious had told him what she was wearing from top to bottom. The children came back into the classroom and she signed off the computer.

It was a little after 3 in the afternoon and the children were all safely on their way home. She was sitting at her desk trying to read a professional journal article. The room was buzzing with people, the classroom aide putting up the February calendar, the custodian vacuuming and emptying trash cans. Another staff member came in their room to see if perhaps anyone in the room had a tea bag. 

Her cell phone rang. 

"Hello" she spoke into the phone.

"Are you alone?" He asked.

"No" 

"Then just listen, cause I'm Donna make you cum in those white satin panties you are wearing" He spoke in a quiet voice.

She turned her chair toward the window, away from the people in the room. Her eyes stayed on the page that she was now just staring at not reading. The pen that she had been using to take notes with remained in her hand. She could feel a hot blush raising on her chest as he continued to speak.

"I'm standing behind you, my hands on your breasts. trying to see if I can feel your nipple through your sweater and that white lace bra you have on, maybe just a little, there yes right where my fingers are rubbing against now." 

Her hand held the ink pen a little tighter as she let her imagination be carried away by his voice and his words. Her legs closed tight so she could feel the friction of her clothing rubbing against her clit. 

"I'm standing in front of you now, my right hand reaching down into your sweater, yes there is your nipple, standing out nicely now. I pull up your sweater and see you sitting there in your bra. My hands go underneath your breasts and I feel the weight of them against me."

"Yes," she spoken into the phone. At this point she couldn't trust her voice to come out with much more than a single word. 

"Look around, see no one is watching," he said, "and even if they were they would have no way of knowing what we were doing. 

"My lips find your nipple through your bra, and I'm sucking on one through the lace, can you feel that?" He questioned. Before she could respond he asked, "Is this working for you or am I just wasting my breath here?" 

"The answer to that would be in the affirmative" she replied. She could feel herself getting wet as her imagination took her just where he wanted her to go. 

"Good. I feel your soft skin, mmmm I like that. Pulling your slacks down, now you are just in your bra and panties. I'm going to keep your panties on you, I want you to fill them with cum for me." "Good God, in heaven." she breathed into the phone. This was an experience like no other she had ever had. He knew how she liked sex right on the edge of getting caught in the act and he was playing every key on just the right note. 

"I'm slipping off your shoes, rubbing your feet, relax in my hands. Close your eyes and enjoy this"

"Okay" she replied.

"My hands are moving up your calves, feeling the curves of your legs. Stroking your thighs, God, I can smell your sex right now." He spoke gently and softly into the phone. "Tell me are you wet now?"

"Positively yes" she said in the most professional voice she could manage and she moved her ass on the chair so that her clothing would rub against her clit harder. If she could only reach inside her panties and touch herself right now she would cum, she thought to herself.

"I'm pushing the crotch of your panties to the side now, your pussy is so wet. I slide one finger in. Now I bring that finger to your mouth so you can taste yourself" 

"Nice" she responded.

"I want you to tell me when you are cumming, just say "It's now", no one knows what we are talking about, look around again, is anyone even looking your way" 

"No, everything is fine." she replied. 

"Those other men, they just want to fuck you. I want to take you to your limits, every sensation, every experience." he said, his voice low now. 

She could imagine that he was right there in the room with her, hearing his voice, feeling his hands on her skin. She could almost feel his cock hard and pressing into her flesh as he continued to touch her. He had taken her mind to a place where it was just the two of them together. She could imagine him fully focusing on her pleasure, his eyes, lips, mouth there just for her. She could feel her orgasm beginning to build.

"This isn't going to take much longer," she said into the phone.

My fingers are back inside your pussy, one now two. Sliding in and out. Rubbing against your clit, I'm going to put another finger inside you and then I'm going to finger fuck you good and hard" he said

"Almost" she said as she wiggled a bit in the chair, God how could she get this turned on without even having him touch her. Her panties were soaked, her hand clamped down on the ink pen she still held in her hand.

"Open your legs wide for me, there that's right. One finger slides into your ass, while I continue to finger fuck you, in and out, your wet pussy feels so good on my fingers. You smell wonderful there." 

She could feel the muscles inside of her as they began to spasm. "Now" she said into the phone. 

"You are cumming in my hand, hot, wet, I can feel everything as you cum again and again." he breathed

Her release was amazing. She could feel the pleasure running through her body. The hot cum flowing from between her legs. Every fiber of her being wanted to cry out, but instead she held onto that ink pen as hard as she could as her body reacted to his climax.

"That's wonderful", she said.

"Did you cum good?" he asked

"Oh yes, never experienced anything that way before" she replied. 

"You like that, just listening?" he asked.

"Very much"

They spoke for awhile longer on the phone. Marked their respective calendars for a meeting time and said goodbye. 

And he was right, there was no one in the room with her that had any idea of the sexual encounter that she had experienced sitting at her desk in the middle of the afternoon.



Afternoon Delight



You meet me for lunch wearing a sexy purple mini dress and black thigh high stockings. The top of your dress is straining with the heaviness of perfect breasts. Your cleavage is stunning. Sitting in a booth, my hands feel the silkiness of your skin. There are little goose bumps on your arms and legs. You are nervous, but you sit there silently enjoying a strangers hand stroking your knee As my hand moves up your leg, you shiver with anticipation. The excitement is unbearable and I am not able to contain myself. I look around and see if anybody is watching and slowly stroke the bare part of your leg above the lace of the thigh highs.

The man sitting at the table next to us is watching. So I decide to give him something to watch.

I have you turn toward him slightly and spread you legs giving him a great view of your beautiful shaved pussy. His eyes about pop out of his head. I then take my hand and lightly stroke all around your mound. I can feel your whole body begin to tremble. I then take my middle finger and insert it in your hot box.

So tight. It grabs my finger lovingly. I look over at the watching man and this keeps me from going insane with lust myself. He is starting to break out into a sweat. I chuckle to myself, If he only knew how good it really did feel.

After lunch, we get into my car and go for a drive. I have you sit next to me where I can again stroke your gorgeous legs. I have you keep them together so that I can stroke both upper thighs at once. At a stop light, I put my hand between your legs and oh so gently stroke right up to the middle. Oh how moist it is.

We see a nice motel, and so I stop. I bring in a bag, but carry it behind me so that you cannot see. Once inside the room, I tie your hands above your head and blindfold you. I reach in and lift out your gorgeous globes. Your nipples are starting to harden. So I lean down and blow on them. They smell so nice. You feel my hands explore your body as my hot breath gets ever so close to your receptive skin. You again shiver. 

As I slowly remove your clothes, you feel the cool air against your skin. You are now totally exposed to my hot gaze. The combination is so exciting.

You hear the bag being opened and feel something cold attach to your nipples. Suddenly a mild electric stimulation starts to harden your nipples. The erratic pulses make your nipples so hard you feel as if they are going to burst. You feel my fingers encircle the pads giving you pleasure. I nibble the back of your neck and stroke along the length of your body with my hands.. You moan with pleasure. My tongue slowly starts to move down your spine to your great ass. I nibble and suck on the tight skin of your butt, and then insert my tongue in the crack and then slowly slide along the crease till I'm at your other tantalizing hole. I spread your cheeks so that I can rim that hole so lovingly. Teasing you, I come close to the front, but I'm not ready for that yet.

Suddenly you hear a humming noise. It is a vibrator! I start at your neck and slowly move it all over your body. When it touches your clit, you scream in ecstasy as your whole body now jumps and squirms, building up to a massive orgasm. Just as you are about to cum, I stop.

I am now in complete control of you!!!

You are begging and pleading for me to bring you off and satisfy your deep growing desire to cum. You feel my tongue again, this time at your feet. I take your big toe in my mouth and slowly suck until you moan in orgasmic pleasure. My tongue slowly moves up to your hot box and this time, my tongue enters you. You feel my hands grab your ass to control your motions as I taste your sweet juices flowing from you. I use my index finger and slide it into your dripping hole then I take it and gently work it into your tight little ass hole.

I take the big vibrating dildo and slowly start to fuck you with it as my lips clamp down on your clit and I start to suck as hard as I can. Stimulation of your nipples, a big fat vibrating dildo in your pussy, a finger in your asshole and my mouth on your clit, you cannot take any more and experience the largest explosive orgasm of your life.

Almost passing out from the orgasm, you are dizzy and your knees are extremely weak as your hands are released and the blindfolded is lifted.

You hungrily come to my cock and are pleased to see that it is rock hard. You go down on me and take it all. With your explosive orgasm still ringing in my ears, and the feel of your very wet mouth on my engorged dick, I also experience an earth shattering orgasm...



Afternoon Delight



I just finish my shower.

And as I open the shower door. I find you standing there holding my towel.I ask what your doing home. You smile and say "lunch". You hold the towel out and I step into it as u wrap it around me. Holding the towel, you pull me close to you. And kiss me long and hard. I extend my hands to your head. I love the feeling of your hair. It turns me on seeing the contrast of my pale white skin against your dark brown skin.

As we continue to kiss,your hands find my bottom.

And you lift me, sitting me on the edge of the sink. I spread my legs so that you can stand between them. The towel parting as I did. Exposing my shaved pussy to your eyes. 

You undo the towel letting it fall onto the sink. And lower your head to my breasts. Lightly kissing them. Barely  letting your finger tips touch the sides. You know that makes me nuts. As you kiss me. Your goatee rubs on my neck. And your hands start to go lower, seeking my wettness.

You slide your finger up my slit, taking time to dip it inside. Making me gasp. As my juices begin to cover your hand, you use your free hand to place my foot on the sink. Pulling me closer to the edge. You get to your knees and start kissing, licking my inner thighs. You can smell how turned on your getting me. Finally, your tongue touched my lips. You begin licking, sucking. My hands find your head. I pull you closer. Grinding all over your face. My legs shaking as I cum. As I catch my breath, I pull your face to mine. And kiss you. Tasting my juices on your face. Licking and sucking on your goatee. 	

You break our kiss. Step back, and pull your zipper down. Let your pants fall to the floor. I can see your cock pressing against your boxers. I get off the sink and walk towards you. Placing my hands around your neck. I can feel your cock on my belly, your boxers wet from precum. I slide them off your hips. And take your shaft into my hand. Stroking you. You  say you cant take it anymore. You turn me around. I place my hands on the sink. You use your leg to spread mine. You kiss my neck, and slide your hand between my lips feeling how wet I am. I tell you "papi, please you have to fuck me. I want to cum on your cock." With out warning you slide your hard brown cock into my waiting pussy. You reach your hands around and find my breast. Squeezing them. I open my eyes and look in the mirror, to see you looking at me. I smile. And you start thrusting hard into me. Pulling almost all the way out and them thrusting back in. The smell of sex filling the room. The sound of your balls hitting my thighs, take you over the edge and you begin pumping your cum deep inside me. We stay like this until your cock softens. As your standing behind me you kiss my cheek and say " thanks for lunch"........I say "wait until dinner"

After a long, hard kiss. You quickly dress. I walk you to the door, wrapped in just my towel. And watch as you walk down the street. As I watch you, I can feel your cum mixed my juices running down my thigh. I shut the door. Thinking about what just happened. My pussy starting to throb. 

 I walk to the Living room and make myself comfortable on the chair. Moving my bottom to the edge. Spreading my legs wide. Placing each one of the arm of the chair. My eyes closed, I slide my finger down between my pussy lips. Scooping your cum. Bringing it to my mouth. The smell of our cum mixed together filling the air. 

I lick the cum from my finger and begin sucking it. Savoring the taste. I place my fingers back on my pussy and start smearing your cum all over. Bringing the wetness to my clit.Rubbing my index finger in a circular motion. My clit hardening. My lips beginning to swell. I slide my finger inside and begin thrusting it in. Wanting more I add another finger. Pulling them all the way out. Trying to imitate the way you were fucking me. I add another finger, but instead of fingering, I just begin rubbing my pussy. Using my fingertips to massage my pussy lips as my palm presses down on my clit. My juices streaming from me, running down towards my bottom. I begin thrusting my hips up to meet my hand. Lifting my bottom off the chair. Grinding harder and harder until I bring myself to a leg shaking oragsm.

As I sit there, regaining my strenght. I repostion myself on the chair. Licking my fingers. Thinking to myself. This does taste good. Now I know why you enjoy eating me so much!



Afternoon Delight



Lee and I were both in our early twenties when we met working together at a flower shop.

I can’t say it was instant attraction, but we did a lot of work together for the company, things started to click between us and we quickly became friends. The flower shop was large and had a lot of corporate accounts. Lee and I would go out with a manager and decorate corporate offices for the holidays and also we handled a lot of merchandise and inventory, in addition to all the fresh flowers offered by the shop for delivery. 

We spent a lot of overtime together and had a lot of fun too! I remember from time to time noticing what a large cock he had, which was clearly visible hanging down his leg, through the cloth of his pants.

I also remember thinking to myself; “I would really like to get a better look at it close up and naked!” It looked to be thick and long, just something I would enjoy.

Lee had a girlfriend who was pregnant when we met and I had a boyfriend that I was not serious with at the time. I could not get that big cock out of my mind. I did what any sexually active and horny female did in the early 80’s I went for it! After our first encounters we were full on in lust, love and involved in each other’s lives, secretly of course, except for a few close friends.

I have not mentioned yet, that he is black and I am white. Which turned out to be complicated, because of old southern attitudes and prejudices. But as you will read on it never stopped us. I had dated black men in high school and slept with some, but I can’t say I leaned one way or the other on the race I preferred to date. Looking back from the present, I have decided the black men I dated on the average were more considerate and respectful to me than the other men I dated and eventually married. That is another story in it’s self along with the escapades I had with my lover. 

I moved away from Raleigh in 1990 to live at the coast of North Carolina on the Outer Banks. The love of the ocean and the peacefulness of the area lured me away from the big city life where I had been manager of a small flower shop and trying to find my way in the world. Lee had two children by then and the same girlfriend when I left. We still loved each other from all those years earlier but we were torn lovers. He had a family and children and I wanted the same for myself. Something I knew I could never have with him. I left the area so he would do right by his family and I know as long as I was around he would never do that. I left and they married a year later.

I told myself, “Good for him… and her!”

I was still single and living on the coast. It was paradise to me and I still live here, for now.

He and I did not speak for several years, but I never truly lost contact or the love I felt for him. Leaving the area and leaving him behind was hard for both of us, but I don’t think he knows how hard it really was for me.

I would call him occasionally, every year or two, sometimes every 6-8 months to check on him and his family. He is a public servant and I knew I could track him down through the personnel office. He always seemed happy to hear from me whenever I called!

I still loved him and thought of him often, especially when I masturbated, my thoughts always seemed to drift to my secret lover. I could visualize him with me, in so many ways, his thick hardness cumming towards my hot pussy and slowly penetrating me and filling me up with his big black cock. While I encircle my clitoris with my finger and using the slick wetness that the thought of him brought on, to lubricate and manipulate myself to organisms. 

I would remember all our hot times together and all the different places and positions we made love. I say made love, because even though we fucked long, hard and freaky, it was always with passion and love. He is a wonderful lover and we taught each other many things and experimented with everything we were both comfortable with.

During our years apart we both had a lot of ups and downs separately, with partners and with children. I eventually married and had a beautiful little girl at the tender age of 41. The marriage is tolerable and the child is a blessing. 

The only thing I wanted now was a lover. After consideration I decided I would not be happy until I could be with Lee again and tell him how much I still cared for him. I have been in more frequent contact with him over the last 2 years. He came to mind almost daily. I felt we were soulmates separated by circumstance. I had to feel his love again. I was also aware at every moment that we were both married now and had children to consider. I wondered if he would want me again.

So many times when I was horny I almost picked up the phone after I masturbated just to tell him I wanted him in my life again. Eventually I worked up the nerve to see if he was really still interested in me. Much to my delight he was, very much so!

We started talking on the phone getting reacquainted and catching up on each other’s lives. Our chats soon turned sexual, and how we both remembered how good we were together. We left voice messages for each other at all hours of the day, detailing something sexual that we wanted to do with one another. Nice juicy messages! We walked around horny for each other with just a mere thought of what we could do.

I would call him up and have my fingers in my extremely wet pussy; I would put the phone down, so he could hear me playing with that juicy slit.

I would say,"Listen to that pussy Baby, it’s wet for you!”

Then I would put my fingers in my mouth and suck on them letting him hear how good it was. “Ummm… it tastes so good! I would say, between licking and sucking my fingers.

Lee loves the way my pussy tastes. It turns him on that I love the taste of my pussy. It was always a turn on for me too!

He would tell me, “Baby, I can’t believe you are licking that pussy juice off your fingers for me on the phone.”

“Why not? I would say, “I’m wet from thinking of you! Shouldn’t I share this with you?” 

“I can’t wait to taste it again, it’s so good!” he would tell me.

I would let him hear me cum, so he could have a nice message to save when he missed me and had to hear my voice.

Breathing, moaning and cumming, then telling him. “Oh! Baby! It feels so good, I wish your cock were in me now for you to feel it cum! Mmmm to feel it cum on your hard cock, gripping it tight!”

After several weeks of this I could not wait any longer. I told him, “I coming home to see you Baby! Can we meet on Saturday?”

Lee said, “I’ll be waiting for you, call me when you get to your Mom’s. I’m hard just thinking about seeing you. I Love You Baby!”

We agreed to split the cost of a room for the day. I wanted our first time back together in a real bed. We were quite adventurous when we were in our twenties. We made love everywhere and anywhere. Now that we were in our forty’s I felt we would be more comfortable in a nice king-size bed.

Thinking back now, we were so comfortable, there were moments I felt that we had never been apart.

I arrived early to settle in our room. I was nervous as a teenager; I could not stop the butterflies I felt in my stomach. I was horny and hesitant, only because this was the first time I had cheated on my husband. Somewhere inside I wondered to myself if I was going to feel guilty about my rendezvous with my lover. As it turned out afterwards and during, not a bit!

The room was nice, with a big bed and dark curtains. I lit a sandalwood scented candle I had brought with me and put some drinks in the refrigerator. The sheets were already turns back and just looking at the bed before I messed it up had my pussy getting wet and my clit engorging just thinking about what was to cum. My panties were damp already, as they are while I write this.

I have to resist the urge to touch myself right now or I will never finish my train of thought. I just wanted that first kiss, first touch, soon and again now! With every beat of my heart I could feel my clit throb.

I had to touch myself just to see how wet I was. I was slick with excitement and I could have cum in an instant. But I told myself, “Stop, you need to save this for Lee!” 

The time finally came. He called me on my cell and let me know he had arrived. I went down the hall to let him in the side entrance. I was smiling, and I could only wonder what he was thinking behind those shades, I couldn’t see his eyes.

“Hey baby,” I said, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and then I led him down the hall to our room. 

When we entered, it was so dark in comparison to the light in the hall and outside. Temporarily blinded by the darkness I reached up to put my arms around his neck and broad shoulders and we shared our first kiss in many, many years. Not the first kiss we ever shared, but another memorable one. His soft lips and strong arms, all I wanted, I had again. I led him into the room and turned on a light.

He lay across the bed and looking up at me with a wicked grin said, “Come give me some more kisses!”

We shared wonderful kisses and I could not help but take little bites of his lips as we kissed.

We both agreed that it was unbelievable that we were together again. My hands wandered over familiar territories, he is still as built as he always was and feeling as good as he always did. I found the bulge in his pants, which by this time was sticking out the top of his pants pocket, rubbing and squeezing the firm shape. 

I wanted to get more comfortable. I pulled away and said, “I’m going to slip in to something else, you get comfy too.” 

I went to the bathroom to change into a little ivory satin nightie, I felt how wet my pussy was and decided to lose the panties. I fixed a drink and we came together in bed. We made out, kissed, and cuddled for a while. He was naked and so warm and inviting. He moved his hands over my body, sucking on my nipples, caressing me, holding me.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, and felt its thickness under his foreskin, which I used to stroke his hard cock, up and down, slowly and firmly. All the way down his shaft until his head emerged and I used my finger to gather any precum that may be there on that velvety head.

He put his fingers in my pussy and felt my wetness, kissing my breast and sucking a little harder on my nipples. He loves it when I get so wet!

He once told me, “I want that pussy so wet that it just sucks my dick in when it gets close”

I don’t think we were far from that!

He moved down between my legs to taste my sweetness. I willingly open to let him in. I could hear him moan with delight when he buried his face in my puss and tongued my clit.

“Mmm, Baby its still sooo good!” I could hear him say in a muffled voice because of his face buried in my pussy.

I already told you my clit was pounding by now. I wanted to cum and I wanted to feel him inside my tight pussy filling me up when I did. I would let him enjoy himself for a while and I fought the urge to cum until he was inside me.

I said, “Ohhh, mmm, Baby your tongue feels good! Work that clit, please!”

As I closed my eyes, running my hands over his head and shoulders, moving my hips against the movement of his mouth. Concentrating on the feel of his tongue in my pussy, my hands moving to open myself wider for him, pulling those pussy lips open. It felt so good!

I pulled him up to me, kissing and tasting my juices on his lips. I could feel his hardness and the heat between my legs. Moving against each other kissing and tasting and smelling each other. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my hips. 

He moved over me, coming between my legs to my tight pussy. I reached down to touch my clit and help guide him to my honey hole. His huge head pushed my fat pussy lips apart and his started to enter me slowly. 

I said, “I have waited so long to feel this Baby! Please go slow! I want to feel you fill me up!”

The first inch… tight…hot…unbelievably wet! I slowly roll my finger over my clit as he watches. He loves it when I finger my clit while we have sex, and he can watch!

I could see his face change as he entered, my tight muscles holding and pulling him into me, filling me up slowly.

“Ohh, Baby”, was all he could say in a whisper as he entered me.

When I felt myself starting to cum he was only a few strokes into our coupling. Now I felt what I had waited for all those years. To cum on his rigid cock, going in and out of me. It was so good and I was cumming so hard.

He said louder, “Yes! That’s what I want, give it to me Baby! CUM!

All the while, I am moaning and rolling my head on the pillow, playing with my clit with one hand and gripping his shoulder with the other!

“Oh! Baby I’m cumming! So good!” I said.

I had to stop playing with my clit or I would have just kept on cumming. It was always like that with he and I, we could keep me peaking on a giant roller coaster of orgasms. I was so wet it was running down the crevice of my ass. 

He took control after feeling me cum. Turning me my on my side, lifting my leg and sliding back into me, enjoying the luxurious feel of my pussy. Pumping in and out, deep inside and almost pulling out, before plunging back into the heat of my womb. I was again feeling my clit harden as I moved my fingers over it and reaching to feel his cock buried deep in my cunt. My muscles were starting to twitch, which he could feel if he was moving slowly. The spasms moved to my leg muscles, keeping rhythm with my finger on my clit.

He tells me, “Baby, your pussy feels so good!” Looking at his dick going in and out of my pus.

I responded with, “Fuck me baby, cum in me, please!” 

“I feel it Baby, cum again!” he said.

He knew I was going to cum and he just fucked me harder. I had one hand on my tit pinching and rolling my nipple between my fingers, and one on my clit and him inside, oh it felt so good! We were hard at it when I came again.

“Yesss! Oh Baby! Can you feel it! Cummming! MMMMM, OHHH!”, I said in a strained lust filled voice.

I wanted him to cum with me but somehow he held off. I have no idea how, I guess because he wanted to see me get off as much as possible.

After I came he slowed to a stop and we remained intertwined his hard shaft feeling the last ripples of my orgasms fading away.

He asks me with a grin on his face, “Did you get a nut Baby?”

I smiled and nodded, “But you didn’t and I wanted you to!” I said.

“Don’t you worry about that Baby, I’m here to satisfy you first! He said.

“Do you remember how we use to fall asleep with out moving from this position, only to wake up and make love again?”

“Yes, I do, and we will again Baby!” he said.

It felt as if we had never been parted!

At which point, I announced, “Break time”, with a giggle.

To which he replied with a chuckle, “Now there is something that has not changed.”

After I had composed myself somewhat, I cuddled back up with him to cool down to take another round. We chatted some and held each other, the whole time I did not take my hands off his body. 

Soon, after a brief break we started kissing and making out again, we continued touching and caressing. Everything was as I remembered the feel of his smooth skin, his muscular thighs, the head of his cock and the smell of our sex. Lightly touching him and playing with his balls and cock, I decided it was his turn. 

What better way to please your man than to take him into your mouth and look up into his eyes while my lips were wrapped around his smooth thick black cock, licking the rim where the head sits on the shaft, with the tip of my pink tongue. Stroking his rigid dick with my other hand, while I lick and caress his cock with my mouth.

Glancing up once or twice to catch him watching me intently as I pleased him. I pulled his foreskin all the way down so I could see the whole package. I pulled as much of him as I could in my mouth and still get some good suction. He is so large I could never get his entire member in my mouth and down my throat, but believe me I tried! I used my other hand to manipulate the other half and his balls. I licked with just my tongue up one side and all the way down the other side, pausing to take each ball slowly in my mouth and rolling my tongue around them, all the time stroking his cock with my hand. 

He was so hard, and I was so pleased! I could feel my snatch warming up again. I paid tender attention to the head of his wonderful cock, tasting pre-cum, while he watched my pink tongue dart across the top and in the hole. 

Working my way up to give him a kiss on the lips, I asked him, “ Don’t you want to take me doggie Baby?”

He reached down to feel my pussy with his fingers. 

“Mmm, put your fingers in there and feel my pussy good! I said.

He said, with surprise, “You are all wet again!”

Smiling I said, “Well, you have a way about you that does that to me.”

He pushed his fingers deep in my cunt down to that spot that turns me on, but not for long. I was so horny for him again. I pulled away and moved to the edge of the bed and presented myself for him to take.

I told him, “Make this pussy yours again, cum in me, baby!”

On my knees, he moved behind me, the touch of his hands on my ass so familiar. He moved his hot cock in the wetness of my slit and oh, how I had to feel him again! I wanted to get it all from him this time and I knew I would.

He said in a husky voice, “I can’t wait until you give me some of this ass!” As he played with my asshole.

“I did promise it to you, but not today Baby.” I said moving my hips enticingly for him, looking back.

I reached between my legs and felt his cock; all slick and hot, helping him into me. Playing with his balls and stroking that spot right behind his balls. My pussy was so ready for him this time, hot slick and swollen with excitement. He entered my pussy, sliding all the way in with one fluid motion. He was all the way up in me, feeling the back of my womb, as his head pushed against it, again and again filling me up. He slowly pulls his huge dick out so he can see the pink lips of my pussy wrapped around his hard black cock each time he pulls out. 

Soon we were rocking and pumping each other. The whole time I am playing with my clit and touching him, feeling it go in and out of me. I could feel his wet balls slapping my pussy. 

“Make this pussy yours again baby!” I say, “Cum in this pussy!”

I feel the ripples mounting inside me and I know I will cum again soon, and I wanted him to cum with me, together. I can feel its intensity building, knowing its going to be the hardest one yet.

I start to stiffen; he feels this too and starts to pump harder. I can hear his raspy breathing behind me. Deep intense breaths! I touch his balls and feel how tight they are, knowing it was time, and I went flat on my stomach.

He could barely tell me, “Put your legs together!” 

Him still up inside me. I knew this was enough to set him off.

In between my own moans and heavy breathing I told him, “ I’m cumming Baby!” 

He pumped that cock in between the cheeks of my ass and in my pussy at the same time, the whole time I still have my fingers on my clit and I’m still cumming. I heard and felt him starting to cum.

I told him loudly, “Make this pussy YOURS again, claim it as your own, and NEVER let it go again!”

“OH YES BABY!” he said, pumping into me harder!

He did! I wanted to feel him cum, but I couldn’t because I was cumming too hard myself.

He collapsed on me gently, the weight of him comforting, and he kissed my shoulder. We relaxed there for a while and then we moved to cuddle and nap for awhile. Me snuggling in the crook of his arm and touching him and holding his soft cock in my hand. He stroking my back and giving me kisses on my nose and mouth holding me, warming me and loving me again.




Afternoon Delight



Before we had to part, we made love one more time doggy style a favorite of both of us. Again he felt me cum first this time and then I got to feel his hard cock pump that cum in my pussy, because this time I was stiller and used my muscles to really milk it dry.

All the while telling him to make that pussy His again.

“Take it, fuck me! Let me feel it hard! Cum baby! I said. 

He did! As we lay there afterwards, I licked and kissed his cock clean! The cum made little strings from my lips to his cock. Enjoying our flavor! He watched as I did with loving eyes, stroking my hair and touching my face.

As we lay there realizing that soon we had to part, I had mixed feelings. Wishing I could go back in time. Be his wife, make his babies, make him happy. I said nothing of this, because I know we are rebuilding what we once shared and now we must start new. We still love each other very much and still have all the obstacles and complication to overcome. Having each other again make all that other drama easier to handle day to day. We said our good-byes for that day. We still speak several times a day and still walk around horny for each other. Time will pass quickly and we will share our kisses again soon. 

Meanwhile, as I light the sandalwood candle beside my bed, I think of him and smell that masculine scent and make a wish. To live in love with each other until we pass from this world.

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Afternoon Delight



After coming in, putting the groceries down on the counter. At the end of the hall, the sound of tapping of keys.

Piece by piece, can by can, each finding its’ spot. All the time, listening, hearing the clicks and soft murmurs.

Quietly I trod, reaching the doorway, half open, and the sounds grown louder and more frequent. Peering in, not making a sound, I spy my baby clad in one of my shirts, at my desk, fingers busy on the keyboard. 

Enjoying my view, not sure if she knows I’m here or not. One foot on the floor, the other on the chair, knee pointing up. Her body movement shifting every so often, unaware that it allows me to see the shirt isn’t quite buttoned all the way.

One hand now typing, the other resting in her lap. Moving the mouse over, clicking on the files. Pulling up the list of stories I have written. Most she has read some she hasn’t. Watching her scroll down the ones she knows, pausing every so often at a passage, taking the time to reread something she liked.

Leaning now against the door jam. Seeing her click on some of the new stuff, things I had yet to present to her. As her eyes followed the lines on the screen, one after another, I began to blush, knowing the content. The only movement in the room was one hand on the mouse, scrolling, the other, fingers pressed against, with determination, her powder blue panties. 

As they glide, back and forth, back and forth, her eyes pursuing each word. A gasp. At first I know not if it was the story or her touch, but I come to realize it was both.

Moaning again as she leans back further, her eyes half closed. Her hand leaves the mouse to take hold of the edge of the table. Her smile changes, looking as someone going from pleasure to bliss. Noting how hard she is stroking, seeing the spot she is touching, a slightly darker shade of blue.

Part of me wonders. Wonders if she knows, knows that I’m here. Knows that I am watching, and knows how turned on I am by her actions.

Lazily her head rolls towards me. The smile leaves that perfect mouth for a moment, as our eyes meet, then her lips pucker to a kiss, never slowing her fingers.

Assuming that this is an invitation, I cross the room, loving her body, the way she moves. Walking behind, peering at her progress over her shoulders.

She watches me, aware where my eyes are fixed by my expression. Her own eyes sparkling and glittering, her lips moist and full, down the neckline, plunging to the open shirt, her breasts shaking from the motion of her hand, still atop of the blue cotton, down her long luscious legs to toes outstretched and spread.

Realizing it’s more fun to be a participant than a voyeur. Leaning, hands over the shoulder, down the front of the shirt, careful not to actually reach inside. Caressing the roundness, the fullness in my palms. Gently squeezing. Loving how she looks up at me, how she gasps at my forwardness, loving that now she moves her hand faster and harder. Kneeling now, behind her, she tilts her head against the rest.

With one hand still cupping, nurturing budding nipples, tugging and teasing through the material. The other slips beneath her very busy fingers. Whispering in her ear” ….I like to play too…” she purrs back at me like a big cat wanting her fur stroked.

Deft fingertips push over the panty, and the texture of the neatly trimmed soft hair beneath reveals itself through touch. Pressing down further, the heat, the soaked cotton. Searching carefully, following the contours, the lines. Finding out what she likes and what she really likes.

Tips going along the edges of the cloth, sliding over the silky smoothness spilling out. Gliding now, feeling through the fabric, over the lips, to the tiny hood and then finally the clit. Hearing her yelp, not even trying to think of my own excitement as I play with her.

Stroking again and again over the swelling. Letting go of her bosom, only to grip the edge the top brim of the panty. Pulling back slowly, she moans softly. Knowing she loves this, then sharply yanking back, the tautness actually lifting her back a bit, as she cries, “YES!”. Rubbing her sex now easily outlined by her underwear pressed. Drawing the tip of my middle finger over her button. Pressing circles in, over, and around. All the while my other hand continues to pull tightly then release only to tug again.

Between her cries and gasps I can actually hear the saturated cloth, sopping with her excitement. Loving the heat, licking her ear before whispering “ …want more?” My answer was more of a grunt than a word, but I got the point.

I tell her to get up .As she stands, I pull away the chair and a hand on the small of her back bends her over. She rests the side of her face, flat on the desk, as her hands take hold of the outer end. Legs fully extended, standing on the balls of her feet.

Taking the opportunity while I have it, I grab the top edge of the soaked garment, balling the excess material in my fist, pulling it up, revealing the exact contour of her essence, covered by the thin fabric.

I don’t hesitate for a second before my mouth is against her sweetness, only the blue barrier between us. Knowing she can feel my tongue, by the way her knees buckle and her cry. Stiffening it, using the tip to prod and poke, pressing between the lips, so tempted to move that cloth aside and taste the fire. Covering her with my mouth, letting the edge of my teeth drag over the softness. Hearing her whimpers and whines. Her bottom shaking as her knees lowers a bit more.

Reaching up with my other hand, grasping the front of her panties, alternating the direction the moist cotton moves. Pulling back, watching intently as the darker blue spot, sopping with her excitement, rides back and forth, over and over her clit. Hearing her panting and moaning. The slapping of her palm against the desktop again and again. The panties now buried deeply, as a single strip, between her lips.

She can’t even form words, just sounds, as I let go of the front and stand between the outstretched legs, focusing my attention on the rear grip.

Pulling tightly, lifting her enough to take her feet off the ground. She bends her knees. Suspended by the cloth digging in her most intimate. A crescendo of “Oh Yes!” follow as my arm drops an inch or two only to yank it back up, again and again and again.

I can feel the panties start to rip. I know she is close, loving how her hands are in a death grip on the table, nails scraping the wood, how her bottom bounces. Gritting her teeth, the sounds like an animal growling, wild and untamed. Turning to shrieks as her release begins her body shaking, and shuttering, writhing, crying out…. Crying out for me.

Tearing the blue panties away as hard as I can to increase the explosion that seizes her. Catching her legs as they drop. Her hips bucking wildly up and down, her essence bare, glistening with excitement, dripping. She cries my name, like a soft mantra again and again. 

My god how I want her. Letting one leg down, using my free hand to strip away my pants and boxers, unable to stop, slamming the tip between the poised lips, throwing my body in to the thrust, pulling back only to return with greater exuberance than the first.

Surprised as she by my actions, but neither of us disappointed, I continued, over and over. She hooks her leg back, taking hold of my waist wanting the pleasure, driving in, while still bent over. Faster and faster, my loins drenched in her excitement, hips a frenzy. Feeling the fire building in me so quickly, not realizing how aroused she has made me. 

Telling her of my approaching released, moaning her approval, calling again for me.

All at once, bursting forth in a deep thrust, selfishly taking my pleasure in her body. Feeling the searing grip of her contracting walls over me again and again, milking me. Both of us shaking, and quivering.

A few moments later, when we are both a little steadier, she looks over her shoulder back at me. Sharing a smile, our labored breaths slowing. Strong hands ease her up, then bringing the chair back. I sit with her in my lap. Twisting and turning, now to face me, her legs around me as well as the chair. I enwrap her in my arms. Holding her to me, my head resting upon her bosom, feeling so safe, so content, sighing happily. Her hands lovingly stroke the back of my head and neck.

With a light laugh she asks, “…what has gotten in to you?”

Shyly I admitted, “I missed you.”

“Missed me? You only went for groceries. ”A moment passes of just the two of us sitting there in each other’s arms, two sitting as one. Her soft voice” You know that I am going to have to send you to the store again.”

Looking quite puzzled I asked “Really?….what do you need?”

Dazzling eyes. Wide and bright, peering into mine with innocence, replying “Nothing…I just want you to come home again.” Followed by and wicked grin.



Afternoon Delight



I am in the house doing laundry when you come in from working outside smelling of your sweat (I love that smell). You come up behind me to give me a hug, kiss the back of my neck and slide your hands inside the waistband of my jeans and press the palm of your hand against my pussy. 

I lean back against you enjoying in the feel of your hands and lips on my body, allowing you better access to my neck as I tilt my head to one side. You slide your tongue along the length of my neck as you move your hands along my stomach and up to cup my breasts in your hands, pinching and teasing my nipples. I reach back and run my hands up and down along your sides, sighing in contentment, as I feel your arms tighten around me. 

I turn my face around to you for a kiss, my tongue searching for yours. You turn me around as we kiss and press my body against yours. You ask if I would like to go up to the bedroom, I respond by taking your hand and leading the way upstairs. 

Once upstairs you stop me and pull me close for a kiss as you start to unbutton my shirt. As you undo each button you lick the spot that is exposed. After all the buttons are open, you grab each side of my shirt and hold it open and drink in the sight of me with your eyes. Ever so slowly you reach your hands out to my shoulders and push my shirt off to the floor. 

You pull me close and kiss my mouth, my nose, my eyes and finally my forehead as you reach behind me to unclasp my bra. You lean back and pull the bra down the length of my arms and drop it next to the shirt. I close my eyes enjoying the feeling of your hands and your mouth as they find my breasts. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm so good. As you tongue licks and teases my nipples, your hands make their way down to the waistband of my jeans and undo the button and unzip the zipper. 

You squat down so you are eye level with my zipper, you take a deep breath through your nose smelling how hot I am for you already. Your hands slip inside my jeans and around to my ass as you slide my jeans to the floor. I place my hands on your shoulders as you take each of my feet one at a time into your hands to help me step out of my clothes and rid me of my socks. 

Once that is done you lay me back on the bed and run your hands along my legs and up to my pussy which you spend a few minutes rubbing and licking through my panties, driving me wild with desire to feel you inside me. You chuckle as you like to see me squirm with this desire. You stand back from the bed and remove your clothing as I watch with fire in my eyes. 

This looks drives you wild as you come back to the bed and kiss me hot and hard, pulling my panties off. You sit on the edge of the bed and reach over and start to finger my pussy, spreading my lips for your tongue. You lean over and run your tongue up and down and all over my lips and you tease my clit with your hot tongue. I grab the back of your head and grind my pussy in your face, smearing my juices all over your face. You pull back long enough to slide a finger inside of my pussy and then continue licking and sucking and just plain driving me wild. Finally I cum in a gush all over your hand and face. 

You bring your hand up to my lips and run your fingers across them and slipping your fingers in my mouth so I can taste myself on them. Then you kiss me and take away the last traces of my juices from my lips. You move your body over mine using the head of your cock to tease my pussy, making me wild with desire. I am bucking against you wanting your cock inside of me, finally you give me my hearts' desire and enter me in one smooth thrust, mmmmmmmmm yes, yes that's good! Deeper, stuff me full with your cock. 

Feel my pussy grip your cock as you move inside of me faster and harder. Feel my pussy get tighter as I start to anticipate my orgasm, feeling it build, wanting to cum for you. Feel my pussy pulsate around your cock as my juices flow all over your cock, making me wetter and hotter for you. You stop yourself before you cum, turn me over onto my knees. 

You take me from behind pounding my pussy deep and fast and hard. Yes fuck me baby make me feel that cock deep. Fuck me faster and harder, fuck me deep until you explode and empty your load in my pussy, let my pussy empty you of every last drop. You reach forward and rub my back as you begin to calm down, letting yourself enjoy the sensation of my now relaxed pussy wrapped around your cock. 

We lay down on the bed to cuddle. Gently fondling each other simply because we aren't ready to let all the sensations stop, wanting the afternoon delight to last just a little while longer.



Afternoon Delight



Love in the afternoon

He picked up the phone, "Hello."

"Hi sweetie, how's your day going?" Her soft voice immediately picked him up. The day was going horribly.

"Fine," he lied. "Why?" 

"I was thinking maybe you could come home early. I'm lonely…and horny," she whispered seductively. "I want to feel your body next to mine, your lips kissing my breasts, your hands massaging my ass, my lips encircling your…."

"Okay, I'm on my way." Her words had stirred his manhood and nothing would help erase the crappy day he was having more than an afternoon tryst.

She heard the click of the phone and smiled at her reflection in the vanity mirror. Her heavy breasts strained against the blue silk gown she wore, the thin straps barely containing her overflowing mounds. As she finished putting on her make up, thinking of him ravishing her, her nipples pushed out the silky fabric of her gown and she could feel her pussy getting wet as she put on her lipstick. She imagined his hard cock smearing it across her lips as she slid up and down his shaft. 

She closed her eyes as thoughts of him touching her raced through her mind. Her hand slid up her long smooth leg, pushing the silk of her gown out of the way as her fingers skimmed the inside of her thighs and rested on her moistening pussy lips. 

She imagined the hands were his as she moved to her breasts, rolling her nipples in the silk. As one hand toyed with her bosom, the other moved in slow circles around her clitoris. Waves of pleasure built up as she became wetter and slipperier. Maybe a little appetizer is in order, she thought as she reached down into the bottom drawer of the vanity and pulled out her new dildo. 

The rubbery realistic looking cock felt cool in her hand, but she knew how to warm it up. She rubbed the tip on her nipples through the sheer fabric then pushed the shaft into her cleavage as she pushed her ample bosom around it. The tip nudged her chin and she grew more excited as the shaft rubbed against her cheeks. With her eyes closed, she imagined him taking her head and pushing her mouth down on the fake cock. Her lipstick left rings around the shaft as it went in and out of her mouth. She leaned back in the chair, pulled the dildo back down her cleavage, around her sensitive nipple, and finally rubbed the tip along her pussy lips, opening them as her juices lubricated the head.

Teasingly she fed the long shaft into her moist snatch until it filled her. With equal slowness, she pulled it out, and then slid it back in, her fingers stimulating her clit as she methodically fucked herself with the rubber cock. The dildo almost disappeared into her dripping pussy as she probed deep inside. After several minutes of slow fucking, she got up from the vanity and walked to the bedroom, her hand still massaging her chest, the dildo rubbing the walls of her pussy, sticking lewdly from her between her legs as she walked. 

She lay on the chaise lounge at the foot of the bed, and pulled the shaft out of her. Quickly, the tip of the dildo was on her clit, rubbing back and forth, as her juices flowed. Slowly she slid it along her labia, and bending her leg, she pushed the head back inside her, biting her lip as the rubber shaft filled her again. She lay there unhurriedly plunging the shaft in and out, her teeth gnawing on her lower lip as the pleasure emanated from her core. 

She didn't hear him walk in the house and make his way to the bedroom door. His penis hardened as he stood in the doorway, watching her pleasure herself with the surrogate cock. She lay on her side, the blue silk gown bunched up around her waist, one knee in the air to give better access to thick rubber cock sliding in and out of her. Her large breasts strained against the top of her gown, the thin spaghetti straps barely containing her heaving chest.

Instinctively his hand went to his crotch, stroking his swelling manhood. He became rock hard in moments, the image of this beautiful woman pleasuring herself burned into his brain. Quietly, he stripped down to his boxers, tiptoed up to her and kneeling next to her whispered in her ear, "Couldn't wait for me, could you?"

Startled, she opened her eyes, "sorry."

His hand replaced hers on the dildo, "Don't apologize," he said taking up the in and out motion, "watching you fuck yourself made me horny," he said kissing her deeply. Their tongues intertwined as he pushed the vibrator deep inside her, eliciting a moan of desire. 

She put a hand on the back of his head and guided his kisses to her cleavage. He breathed in her perfume and kissed his way from the top of her breast to her rock hard nipple. He greedily sucked it into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue, as she squirmed with pleasure beneath him. 

He felt her hands on his cock, rubbing it through his boxers. Quickly, she freed his stiff prick and took it in her hands, gently massaging it. Feeling filled by the vibrator and holding the hard penis in her hand fueled the flames of her passion. She stroked his rigid tool at the same pace that he moved the dildo in and out of her soaked love muffin.

She pulled him to his feet as she sat up on the chaise. Her tongue flicked the head of his swollen cock; she felt his hands on her head guiding her mouth onto his penis. His stiff member filled her mouth while the dildo remained stuffed in her wet pussy. The feeling of fullness was incredible. She reached down and grabbed the dildo, stroking it in and out in rhythm of her bobbing head. The tip of his cock tickled the back of her throat as he she took his entire length in her mouth, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth as she slurped his tool.

After several minutes of this position, he laid her back on the chaise, and straddling her chest continued feeding her his pulsing member. Her hands wrapped her silk covered breasts around him as he slid his cock into her mouth. He thrust his stiff rod through the smooth tits and into her wet willing mouth. She reached up and fondled his heavy balls, caressing them as his hands went to her clitoris. He rubbed her swollen love button as she sucked him, the dildo still filling her.

Her legs began trembling as the orgasm started; her pussy contracting around the rubber shaft between her legs as she sucked him harder and harder. His stiff cock muffled her cries of pleasure as she spasmed with desire. As she finished she pulled his cock from her mouth and kissed its length, stopping at his balls to lick them and suck them into her mouth. He reached back to pull the dildo from her glazed pussy, but she stopped him. "Leave it," she said. "I love the way it feels. Besides I'm not ready to put you there yet."

She sat him on the chaise and lay on her stomach in front of him. Her head went right back between his legs, licking his tool like a lollipop, sucking on the head, tonguing his scrotum. His hands went to her head as her lips encircled him and sucked him into her mouth. He moved his hands to her back and then her ass, massaging her cheeks as she worked over his engorged manhood.

Leaning forward, he grabbed the dildo and began slowly pulling it out until the tip almost popped out then slid it back in as she moaned with delight. Again he slowly pulled it out then slammed it back in. 

"Don't stop," she whimpered, "fuck me harder." Egged on by her dirty talk he kept up the cycle of slow outs and hard fast ins. As he thrust it in and out of her, she continued sucking his rod and fondling his tightening nut sack. She must have sensed he was close and picked up the pace of her sucking, her cheeks hollowing out as she coaxed the milky liquid from his shaft. With a gasp, he shot the sticky load into her mouth; it leaked from her lips as she milked every last drop from him. He continued moving the dildo in an out of her as she kept sucking on his shaft, enticing his cock to grow once more. Slowly she felt him filling her mouth again. Pulling him from between her ruby lips, she licked his shaft clean and gazing up at him huskily said; "now it's time for you to fuck me." 

"Where do you want me?" He asked sliding off the chaise and standing in front of her. She stood up and wrapped her arms around him, the dildo still lewdly sticking out her. She pulled it out of her and let it drop to the floor. "I want you anywhere you want, and I think we both know where that is."

As she turned away from him, she slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders letting the gown fall in a pile on the floor. She knelt on the chaise and shook her ass seductively at him. "Come on over here and do me."

He was behind her in an instant, burying his penis deep in her with one swift thrust. She was wet and tight as he pumped her from behind, her breasts swinging with each push of his tool. His hand slid around to her clitoris, massaging it as he pushed in and out of her.

The warmth of his cock filled her in a way the rubber one couldn't, and his fingers dancing over her love button felt incredible. She shoved her ass back to meet his thrusts, his penis pounding deep inside her. She felt his hands on her hips pulling her to him as he railed away at her, his rock-hard cock probing deep within her. The muscles of her pussy contracted around him as warm waves of pleasure washed over her. She screamed his name as she came repeatedly, finally collapsing, exhausted from his fucking.

He wasn't finished yet and moved her on to her back. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he continued plunging deep inside her. With each thrust, her breasts bounced wildly as she continued moaning with pleasure. He pumped her moist hole, shoving his hard cock deep inside her. He could feel her pussy contracting around him as he filled her. He pulled out and once again slid up her body his slick cock slithering between her tits again. He mashed them around his cock and thrust through their softness. She lay there spent from her orgasm as he tit fucked her until finally milking warm jets of sticky liquid spewed from his cock onto her chest. He used to the tip of his cock to rub it into her breasts. As she recovered from her orgasm, she took him into her mouth, licking the last bit of jism from him. Grabbing his slick cock she led him to the shower, "Let's get cleaned up, I have lot more planned for tonight."



Afternoon Delight



The sun is shining and it's a beautiful afternoon. As I lounge by the pool, soaking up the rays of the sun, I close my eyes and drift off into thoughts of you. I start thinking about the last time we met. I can remember how you smelled. A strong, inviting smell. Clean, invigorating but subtly manly. The harder I think about you, I catch a hint of your smell on the soft breeze blowing. It's almost like you are there. It tickles my nose and sends my thoughts deeper. The movie in my mind starts replaying our glorious coupling. 

I reach up with my finger, draw it slowly across my lips, remembering how your kisses felt, how they tasted . . . 

...Softly you kissed me. Gently our tongues entwine, exploring each other's mouth. Your kisses were as sweet tasting as a ripe peach. You gently bit my lower lip, pulling it slightly. You looked into my eyes. I saw the want in your eyes. I felt the heat rising in my body. I ached to be touched by you.

Taking my fingers and slowly moving down my neck and shoulders, I slide the straps of my swim suite down. I remember your kisses moving down my body . . . 

...Your lips moved from mine, slowly kissing down my neck, across my shoulder. You moved my bra straps down my shoulders and kissed where they had been sitting. As the straps fall, you unfasten the hook in the front to release my heavy breasts. 

I untie my swim suite top, easing it off, reaching down, holding my breasts, feeling the hardness of my nipples. I can almost feel you touching me . . . 

...As the bra reached the floor, you took your hands and cupped my breasts, leaning down to kiss them. You took each nipple into your mouth, sucked on them softly at first and then harder, nibbling on them. Your large hands massaged them, pinching the nipples as you looked at me in full view.

I ease my hands down my stomach and I can feel the heat rising from my lap. I know that I have reached a point that I need release. I ease my bottoms off, relaxing into the lounge chair, feeling the wetness of my pussy, wishing you were here . . . 

...You moved your hands down my waist, across my stomach and hooked your fingers into the top of my lace panties. You eased them down past my thighs, over my ankles and tossed them to the floor with my bra. You laid me back, kissing my lower abdomen as your hands massaged my inner thighs, slowly moving to the source of the heat.

I open my legs a little more, feeling the moisture that has ran down my inner thigh, remembering just how it felt when you touched me there. I take one finger, insert it into my hot pussy then pulling it out and rubbing my clit with the juice that is on my finger . . . 

...You started kissing my inner thigh, moving your way up until you reached my clit. You kissed it, sucked it softly, and then took your tongue and gently licked it. I shuddered with the electricity that ran through my body as you returned to my pussy and inserted a finger. You continued to lick and such on my clit as your finger moved in and out of my now sopping wet pussy. I take two fingers, push them into my pussy, trying to make it feel like you did. I can hear the squishing noises but it's still not the same. As I start to finger fuck myself with one hand, I use the other hand to stimulate my swollen clit. I drift further into the movie in my mind, trying to recreate the same feelings . . . 

...You removed your fingers from my pussy, looked at the juices as they dripped down your fingers and took your tongue and licked them, savoring every drop. I can only mouth the words "Please don't stop!"

As I lay here, deep in thought of you, I smell you even stronger. My body is aching for you. I need you more than I ever have. My mind has really come alive. I am still moving my fingers in and out, needing the release of an orgasm. I can feel the breeze across the sweat on my body, tingling every pore. I increase the speed of my fingers. 

I can hear you whisper to me, "You are beautiful. Don't stop." Your voice sounds so real, so close, I start to cum. I can feel your eyes on me, watching me. As the orgasm slows, I notice that the sun has retreated behind a cloud. I open my eyes. I'm startled! Here you are! You are what the sun has gone behind. 

You kneel down, kiss me and smile. I'm embarrassed. As you stand back up, you start to unfasten your pants. I can see your erection underneath the fabric. You lower your pants, your hard cock bouncing around as you step out of your pants. You push my legs apart, and climb in between my knees. 

You kiss me and then start to kiss your way down my body. You pause at each breast, taking the hard nipple in your mouth, sucking and then lightly biting each one. You kiss the space between them and then move down my stomach. You reach the little patch just above the treasure you seek. 

You take your tongue and lightly lick the length of my slit. You look at me, lick your lips and moan. Your tongue flicks across my swollen clit, sending shivers up my spine. You place one finger in my wet pussy as your tongue massages my clit. You move it in and out slowly and then insert another. You are driving me to a frenzy. 

My breathing has quickened. I feel the orgasm growing, begging for release. As you increase the pace of your fingers, I feel my orgasm start. I feel the tingle in my toes that moves all around my body. My eyes roll back into my head as I sink into the wonderful world that you are showing me. 

I feel my body jerk with each spasm of my orgasm. I feel the wetness between my legs. You have always known the best ways to get my juices flowing, getting me ready for your cock. I ache to feel you in me. You move your hand from my wet pussy and you lick every drop from your finger tips while I watch.

You smile at me and those beautiful green eyes sparkle with desire. You ease your body up between my knees and you kiss my lips. Your kiss is soft and sweet but hot and passionate. Your kisses drive me wild. Feeling your tongue mingling with mine.

As you settle in between my legs, you place the head of your hard cock against my hot, wet pussy lips, not entering but just holding it there, teasing me. I squirm trying to draw you into me. You kiss me and tell me how much you want me. I breathe deeply, taking in your wonderful scent.

With one quick, but gentle, move you push your cock deep into my dripping pussy. You pause for a moment before you start slowly moving in and out. I suck in a breath as you start. You know just how to move that hits all the right spots. Your fit is perfect. You are not too big or too small. Just right. I can feel every inch of you in me. 

As you slide in and out of me I can hear the wet noises as you move my juices around. I can feel them running down the crack of my ass. You feel them running down your balls. You pick up the pace. I can feel my orgasm starting. I feel the tingle in my toes and feel it moving up and all around my body.

You know the signs of my orgasm and move faster to make it even stronger. You feel my pussy squeezing your cock with each wave of my orgasm. I moan with each stroke of your cock. My body is more alive than it has ever been.

As my orgasm eases, you kiss me again and smile. You stand up and hold out your hand. I take you hand as you lead me into our bedroom and gently push me to the bed. You spread my legs and enter me again. This time you push into me harder and deeper than before. You want to cum in me.

I match your faster rhythm drawing you as deep as I can into me. You feel so good in me. I can feel another orgasm start. I feel your cock grow harder and I know you are going to cum in me. I cry out to you that I'm going to cum. With that, I feel you start to shoot your hot cum into me and it pushes me over the edge and my orgasm starts. It's more intense than before.

We slip into that magical world together where no one else matters. Just you and I, only that moment in time, only how we feel right now. As we creep back into the real world, you kiss me softly. You move off of me and snuggle in behind me with your arm around my waist.

You move my hair, kiss my neck and whisper in my ear. "I love you." 

As we drift off to sleep, I softly remind you, "I love you, too." 



Afternoon Delight



"What's that coming in?" I asked half-awake.

"Ended up DOA you want to go out?" The nurse said with an edge of tired in her voice.

"No, bring the person in." I answered.

I had a choice to meet the ambulance on the drive to pronounce or inside. Lot less paperwork on the drive. I couldn't do that; this was a living human. After that was taken care of I walked back to my call room. I fell upon the cot, which they had the nerve to call a bed. How did I ever do this? Taking some extra hours on for a friend was teaching me the agony of ER medicine again.

The phone jangled my nerves awake before my mind woke up. I reached out to stop the annoyance in hopes to not wake up. Too late I was awake and listening carefully. A four-car pile up was careening in, I leapt to my feet hit the floor running.

Orchestrated chaos was a thing of beauty. Commands shouted, it was a fine oiled machine when the ER was on. The last patient to be taken to surgery found me at the end of this shift. I was facing two days off. First would be slept away the second would acclimate me back to life. I needed to be with Mel. So I called him he didn't answer I fell asleep exhausted. He would be here in the wee hours of the morning. 

I always enjoyed Mel he knew my needs, desires, and passions. No commitments were needed, none were ever implied. I was a woman with him his masculinity was my lust. We would spend the day making love long before going to the bedroom.

I felt the bed sink down in the early morning hours. I felt his arm slipping around me before I felt his lips claim my exposed nipple. Once his lips playfully pulled on my nipple the moan met his approval.

"MMmmm you do know where I live?" I laughed throatily.

"I not only know where you live my darling Alex. I know your passions they are on the same level as mine." Mel said with his sexy accent.

I rolled over a little so as to allow him better access to what he and I enjoyed. I was warm from sleeping he was wide-awake. Snuggling into him I fit perfectly in the circle of his body and arms.

"You sleepy head what a beautiful day we have together. You're wasting this day with you sleeping my Alex. I think you and I should get to the market then a beautiful country picnic. How's that sound?" Mel whispered in my ear.

All I could do was roll further into his body he laughed deeper hugging me closer.

"Okay I'm up I will shower then we can go. You sure though I mean look I have a little something here you might enjoy playing with." I teased as I pulled the covers back.

His eyes widened as he leaned into my lips kissing me with promise. I knew that kiss it just struck the pilot light on my passions. I jumped out of bed showered dressed in a beautiful summer white dress. Sandals along with tying my hair up, I was ready. For what promised to be sensually a build up day. 

The market was exciting the scents the sounds. The people it was so alive we enjoyed the shopping. Cheese's, wine, some exotic fruits, thrown into our wicker basket. We jumped into the car drove towards the country side we knew where we could be isolated. 

"I've been thinking of this picnic for a week Alex. It's something you and I need to be with one another." Mel whispered touching my face.

All morning he had touched my arm, hands, and face. His touching was always welcomed I enjoyed being touched by him. When we tried some different fruits the juices' running I licked my lips. Looking him in the eyes, I sensually licked, while riveted to his face. I did my teasing bending over a little too far. Showing him my desires we were building the fire steadily.

Now in the car I allowed my skirt to hike up above my knee. Creeping higher Mel was enjoying the tease. I took my hand laid it on his thigh. He relaxed his thigh so it fell open towards me. I took my little finger and brushed his zipper. He jumped moaning from the sensation. I felt his cock respond I smiled as I took my hand back.

"Oh so you enjoy playing?" Mel laughed.

"Who me, play? Noooo.... You know I wouldn't tease without the please." I teased back.

His face cracked into a beautiful smile I loved that face. He was handsome he also was such a sexy thang. I laughed at my thinking of him as a sexy thang at our ages. He was though. His hand lying on my thin skirt brought me to attention. I felt like a hot poker was burning through to my flesh. I moved he moved. We were playing the cat and mouse game.

Only the stopping of the car brought me back to the surroundings. We had found the field it was so isolated, with a pond, tall blowing grass. Taking our blanket we walked under the weeping willow tree. Laying out the spread, we placed everything out. Mel poured us some wine, handing me my glass he smiled at me he had me melted.

"Oh this is so perfect let's live right here." I breathlessly said.

"Nope, I think we should keep this for our passions." Mel replied.

"You are playing so hard to get today, Mel. You know that makes me insane with passions. First in my bed, secondly not getting into the shower. Well, I am going to have you my friend. Do you know how much I want to fuck you?" I was teasing him as I was placing my glass down.

"Come to me." Mel whispered.

I leaned into him our lips touched we knew it was time. It was time to start building a faster, higher plane to fall from. I straddled his lap being certain to sit on his upper thighs. His hands cupped my ass; he tried to scoot me up. I wasn't moving; I was tonguing his throat. Wrapping my hands around his head I was grinding myself on his legs.

"MMmmm now you're talking." He said when I gave him back his mouth.

I was enjoying the circular motions. Looking at him with deep stares he kept cupping my ass. I was beginning to become hypnotized with this sensual throbbing. I felt his fingers nimbly undo my buttons dropping my dress to my waist. I had a lightweight corset on his fingers happily made short time of that.

Throwing it over onto the blanket he hungrily started his sucking. Sucking, pulling using his lips. He pulled, tweaked, and brought me to many small climaxes. I was feeling sensational; his shorts were becoming quite wet. I felt the hard ridge of his cock straining to be freed.

Pushing me back onto my back he managed to undress us both. I was wrapping my long legs around his upper body. He was content with kissing my face my neck. I was enjoying the closeness we were in no hurry. We didn't need to rush at least not yet.

"Mel I want to suck your cock." I whispered sexily.

His shoulders were flexed his back stretched for me to see. I wasn't making him see that I needed to feel his cock. I needed to suck it make him feel spacey, too. I tried with my thighs to turn him over; he laughed with my nipple still in his mouth. I loved the carefree, relaxed feeling we shared.

"Okay, please pretend I can make you turn over. Please?" I begged.

"Yes mam. How's this?" He said laughing turning over.

Cock was rock hard I was between his legs quickly. Placing my hands on either side I walked up his body. Once even with his mouth I leaned down for a passionate kiss. He responded with one back. Kiss for kiss, touches, and licks, blowing I found his erogenous zones. Making him shiver, I felt in control knowing he was though.

As I got to his hipbones I was licking him careful to not touch his cock. He was patient all though his hips were making thrusts. I patted them to make him stop which caused him to increase. I knew him so well. His hands were starting to move down towards my hair. I felt the weight of his hand resting on my head. He was becoming aroused.

I loved the weight of his hand I knew he needed me, more. I moved down where his cock was just thisclose to my lips. I made eye contact we enjoyed this. Without hands I put my lips around his cock. Same moment darted my tongue inside his opening. His body tensed his hand hugged my head closer. I was in heaven. Sucking his cock was pleasurable for us both. I worked its length, width. Along the underside I had sucked his cock hearing his encouragement's. His body was responding in deep moans. I wanted to hear him so I made sure to lick him sensually.

"Ahhhh I'm so close Alex. Come here get on me." Mel hoarse voice strained from trying not to cum.

I felt the swelling increase in his cock, I hurriedly moved up his body. Allowing his Cock to drop out he let out a deep moan. My pussy was spread just above his cock. His hips instinctively shoved upwards, his hands shoved me down.

"Mmmmmmmm....... Mellllll.. Ohhhh fuckkkkkkk Yesssss..." I shouted out.

His shoving upward was met by my pressing down. We had the perfect rocking Going to bring us both maximum enjoyments.

"Oh yes, Alex this is it. Oh you are so fucking hot inside. I can feel you squeezing me. I'm aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Mel's voice faded.

I leaned down kissed his lips feeling his spurts bathing me deeply. I was rocking on him throwing my arms over my head. His cock was semi hard he allowed me to enjoy myself. I wiggled my pussy all over that cock. His hands kept busy with my nipples sending little electrical shocks deep in me.

We enjoyed the after play we had worked on the leisure play. Feeling his cock rubbing inside of me. Slipping out sliding all around my lips. The head flicking my clit caused me shivers. He loved the heaviness of my tits weighing in his hands. The pinching of my nipples caused me to cry out at times.

I took my hands placed them between my thighs feeling his cock. It was solid again grinning I picked up a little speed. Riding him like a bronco I was delirious in the moment. His hands lay upon my hips making me centered. After each full circle he would use his fingers and stroke my clit.

"Mmmmmm nice baby." I moaned.

Closing my eyes I fell into the eroticism. Mel, the outdoors, sensually being stimulated we were in no hurry. We had the time, desires, and the need for one another.

We didn't note the first rain drops the clap of thunder brought us into focus. We were in for a thunderstorm; here we were both nude. Grabbing everything we ran towards the car. Mel couldn't find the keys. The lightening brought into focus our predicament. Looking around we saw the old barn. Making a straight run for it we made it as the lightening lit the sky.

Fresh hay was strewn around we fell upon a heap laughing. In seconds we jumped up the sticking in our nakedness hurt.

"Well that was just dumb. That just damn hurt. Are you okay Alex?" Mel asked pulling a few lingering pieces out of his thigh.

"Mel are we safe here?" I asked timidly.

He pulled me close to him we had forgotten we were naked again. We felt comfortable like that. He kissed my lips softly, held me until I quit shaking. I left my head upon his chest.

"Yes Alex we are safe. The barn looks relatively new. Let's just relax. How about some lunch?" Mel said casually.

Spreading out the blanket I looked over at him. He was so sexually superior to any other man I knew. He wasn't rushed. He knew the secret that the journey was the real deal.

"Oh look its truly beautiful the lightening. Here, some more cheese?" I asked excited.

The lightening was nature's most stunning work of art. Crackling across the darkened sky the long fingers of silver seemed to have a life of their own. The rain dropped the temperature by at least twenty degree's causing my nipples to hardened. I wasn't aware of how cold it was getting until I felt the warmth of the wine spreading through me. I felt Mel coming up behind me his touch came at the clap of thunder. I jumped he pulled me to him kissing my neck. He made his chest available for me to lean upon.

Lightening was giving us her best show. I was losing focus on the storm. Mel had taken my legs spreading one on each thigh. He opened his legs a little I was exposed as the storm now. His hands came around finding my clit, I reached down found his balls. I was massaging them leaning back to kiss his mouth. We had gotten so aroused by the storm. 

"Oh fuck baby it's I mean oh fuck........I'mmmmm cummminnnngggggggg...." I shouted into space.

I sprayed us both as lightening unfolded across the inky sky. 

"Oh that's it come on Alex. I know you have to cum again. Give it to me." He commanded.

I wasn't able to hold back the waves they started in my spine. Captured my brain numbed my tongue. No thoughts would come. His fingers were slipping around my clit causing me to shake.

"Nnnnooooooo moreeeeee...Pleasseeeeee moreeeeeeee....nowwwwww..." I whispered biting my lip.

I felt him shuffle us before I knew it he was behind me. He had my ass in the air sliding around my pussy. Feeling his powerfully built cock moving around behind me I began pushing back. Mel needed some piston pumping. I felt his hands clasp my hips, center me he plunged in fully.

"Oh fucckkkkkk...." I spat into the hay.

Mel's hips were slamming into my flesh. Slapping sounds being buried by the sounds of the storm. Screaming echoing from the stalls. He pounded harder, I felt his changing need. He was going to cum with a full showering of white-hot cum. Mel's fingers dug into my hips the barn filled with screams from passions fulfilled.

The heat from his cum brought mine ripping out of me. We were joined in the dance of sheer animal delights. Moving in unison, making each other feel the power of desires.

Finally we fell upon the ground entwined. Mel managed to grab the blanket wrapped us inside. We laid there in the opening of the barn watching the storm. Exhausted completely, totally consumed, we found ourselves tucked safely away. Our bodies felt bruised by so many tender touches. That delicious feel of being touched by one another. Our minds were on another plane above our bodies. We didn't need to speak. 

It turned out to be the worst electrical storm of that year. We remembered it as being our own afternoon delight.



Afternoon Delight



It was a snowy day outside in the last week of February. I was getting ready to leave for work, collecting my few carry things near the radiator in the front hallway. In the dimly lit hallway ahead, I heard the front door open and a blast of cold air surrounded me as I realized that my Master had just come home. He approached me taking His coat off and hanging it on a hook.

As He turned towards me, He began to address me.

"Whew it is cold out there, and not looking to get any better soon. The road conditions are such that you need to stay home today and call in."

I promptly went to the phone and called my employer explaining that conditions were such that I was going to have to miss work today and would be there tomorrow if the weather improved. Turning back towards my Master, I glanced out the window and noticed that water was dripping from the trees and that the driveway was clear of all frozen precipitation. As I continued my turn, in the dim light, I saw the smile spread across His face.

I slowly approached Him, knelt down before Him, and removed His shoes. They were dry. I had been set-up. My pussy came to life soaking my sheer panties at the thought of what was to happen that cold winter afternoon.

He lifted me to my feet, running his hands down my sides and across my thighs . He slid his fingers under the elastic on my panties and down my slit toward my quivering cunt opening. They were met by a sudden gush of fluid. He spoke to me as he smiled into my face.

"You think you have this all figured out, don't you, My little cum slut?"

He slammed me back against the wall over the radiator, startling me. I immediately felt the heat from the radiator against my exposed legs and through my clothing. He sensed my discomfort, and saw me try to move. He promptly slapped me across the face, reminding me that I was His to do with as He wished and that I would endure whatever He wanted for me. The heat from His hand slowly spread across my cheek.

He reached behind me and slid His fingers into the elastic band of my skirt. Holding me firmly against the wall, He slid the skirt down towards my ankles and off my legs, to rest in a tossed mound at my feet. Without the skirt, my sheer soaked panties offered no protection from the blistering heat of the radiator.

He reached up above me and took down a spider plant from a ceiling hook, setting it on the floor a few feet away. He then pulled off His belt and tied my hands together at the wrists and set the belt into the ceiling hook suspending me.

He said, "Stay put. I will be back in a few. I need to get a couple of things from upstairs in order to continue with our play."

Fighting back tears of pain, I answered, "Yes Master."

He disappeared into the darkness and I heard him moving about in the rooms upstairs. It seemed like an eternity, but He finally returned. The radiator had started to cool, the thermostat having been satisfied.

He approached me out of the darkness and I felt His fingers slowly unbutton my blouse, unclipping my bra and started to remove both. When He realized that my hands being tied would not permit the removal of these garments, He expelled a sigh of exasperation.

He said, "Don't worry my little cunt, all of your clothes will come off. These just need a little help from My friend."

He reached into His pocket and I heard the click of a knife opening, then the slight tug as it was run across the fabric of blouse and bra, rendering them unusable in the future. What was left of both fell to the floor in a pile.

I saw the shine of the blade as He moved it about in the dim light. Never a good look. Then I felt the cold steel as he brushed it across my breasts and belly. Even though we had played many times before, I still attempted to withdraw from the blade. No where to go.

He slowly changed the angle of the blade, moving from the sharp elongated edge to the needle sharp point. The change brought on a shudder of fear, as well as a quiver of excitement in my cunt. I could feel my skin slowly tear as the point broke the top layer of skin, almost like a slight scratch. I knew that He was slowly etching my smooth skin with this knife point, leaving a red trail wherever the knife had been in contact.

When to breath? If I inhaled, I took the chance of getting cut. My lungs were crying for air that I was afraid to give them. Finally He backed off for a moment and I gulped air into my lungs. Chest heaving, I heard my Master laugh.

Once again the knife's point was against my skin.

Master said, "This time we continue until you breath."

He began to trace my skin again, moving from belly to breasts, flicking my engorged nipples, leaving white lines where they had been cut. The panic in my head rapidly overcame the raging excitement in my cunt. Fluids poured down my thighs at the same time that I started to squirm to get away. I realized I had peed on myself, filling my high heels with warm piss.

The radiator started to whistle again.

Up to now I had been able to hide the fact that I had wet myself from my Master. He was concentrating on the knife play and had missed the flow of pee. But with the radiator heating up, so did my piss soaked panties, releasing the smell of fresh urine into the air.

Master backed off from me with a slight smile in His voice as he said:

"It would appear that My slut has soiled herself without permission."

My chest started to ache. My throat tightened as it became harder to swallow.

The regulator for the radiator started to spit hot water onto my bare skin causing me to wince as each drop hit me. Master leaned back on the opposite wall and laughed at my predicament.

Coming back towards me, He traced my brown nipples with His knife, this time drawing a thin line of blood to trickle from them. As the beads of blood expanded, small rivulets flowed down my tits toward my chest There the flow stopped, blood congealing.

"Now, getting back to this piss play without permission," my Master said. "You like having that warm wet feeling between your legs. Well, I want you to have all you can get."

He jerked me sideways by my hips, ripping my sheer panties off of my body. My cunt bruised by the last tearing of the fabric. He then positioned me over the regulator, legs spread open.

The radiator was wide open now, the boiler in the basement heating the water supply so as to satisfy the thermostat on the wall. Water was spitting out of the cut-off knob, spraying out against my now bare pussy as my Master held me straddling this device. I could feel the steam rise into my pussy, causing me to want to withdraw, and each time a droplet of water hit my skin making me jump.

I heard my Master curse as I realized that the boiler had shut off after only a few seconds of my being held in this position. The steam and spitting water receded.

Master reached up and took my tied hands down from the hook and led me down to the basement. There we had assembled a playroom that would have been the pride of any consenting adult. He then reattached me to a hook in the ceiling. All I had on was a pair of high heels, all other clothing having been ripped or cut from my body.

With me dangling from a hook, Master went to one wall where He had all of His toys carefully displayed. He came back with a spreader bar and attached it to my ankles. He then attached a hook to a center eyelet on the bar. Using a rope tied to the hook, he raised my legs off the ground to where I was suspended by hands and ankles.

He went back to His wall of toys and got a heavy riding crop. This He proceeded to use on my swollen cunt. First He lightly tapped on the outer pussy lips, then using His fingers to part them, He used the crop on my clit. From having been thoroughly steamed earlier, both my cunt lips and clit were still in agony. The use of the crop on both simply compounded this.

But I am a good masochistic slut and rapidly got into the swing of things as He continued to use my cunt for His enjoyment. I could feel my pussy lips being turned into raw meat, sticky with the slightest trace of blood from the crop. My clit was totally exposed, bruised and beaten, yet begging for more so that I could reach orgasm. I did so want to cum. My Master sensed this and would change rhythm so that I could not get adjusted.

Then there was silence……..no swooshing of the crop…….no slapping of leather against raw skin. It was then that I exploded. Master had very quietly moved Himself into position where He could lick and kiss my swollen cunt. As soon as His warm breathe and wet tongue caressed my swollen pussy and clit, I was gone. Waves of convulsions flowed through my body causing me to buck within the restraints holding me in the air. My legs and arms felt like they were being pulled from their sockets, but I didn't want this sensation to stop. 

"Does My slave like this?"

But then my Master already knew the answer.

He then inverted me so that I was face down to the floor still suspended by hands and ankles. He came around to my head and pulled my hair back raising my face. He then proceeded to shove His swollen cock into my mouth. With Him standing still, I was rocked back and forth, fucking His cock with my wet, hungry mouth. My body wanted to scream in pain as He rocked me, but a mouthful of cock kept my silence.

Back and forth He rocked me. I could feel Him getting larger in my mouth, knowing that He would soon grace me with a load of His precious cum. He fucked my face harder, making me gag as He bottomed His cock out in my mouth to His nut sack. Spit pooled on the floor below my head where it was pumped out of my mouth by His thick cock. I could feel His nut sack slapping my chin.

Then the pre-cum started. But only as a warning to the huge load that immediately followed. I gagged every drop down, knowing that if I lost any, I would be severely punished.

He removed His now limp cock from my sore mouth, releasing my hair, allowing my head to drop. I was totally used. But Master did not release me from my restraints immediately. He rolled me back over so that my back was once again towards the floor. The pain was excruciating, starting from the ends of my extended limbs, to the attached joints.

He finally came back and lowered my legs to the ground. My now dead weight was carried by my still tied arms. Still trying to regain my composure, I heard my Master order me back to my feet. The once athletic limbs felt like rubber as I extended them back below me. I could feel the cold floor on my feet, shoes having been lost.

Suddenly and without warning I felt the sharp crack of a flogger across my ass cheeks. Then again. And again. Each blow causing me to arch my back to absorb the energy being released. I could feel the skin on the tips of my toes being scrubbed off from sliding along the floor as each blow of the flogger was delivered. As I started to fade out of awareness into blissful subspace, I wondered what my pedicurist would be thinking when I came in next.

The empty floating…….the serene feeling of peace ………subspace. Abruptly I was pulled back to earth as my hair felt like it was being ripped from my head.

"Where are you going slut? You have not asked permission to leave, and yet here I stand alone. Well not so. I decided I wanted your company for a bit longer. Next time you might ask before you decide to leave."

With my hair still in one of His hands, immobilizing my head, He backhanded my face, causing me to bite my tongue and lower lip. I soon tasted the blood from both places as it filled my mouth. A second hit from the other side caused my mouth to open. Blood filled spit flew out of my mouth, spraying my Master and covering my chest with crimson red. He dropped my hair and stood back examining the scene. My head, blood running from mouth, sank upon my chest.

My Master was enraged. He grabbed a bucket of water in the corner and doused me with it. He pulled my hair back, forcing my mouth open. He then poured water into my mouth until the red subsided. Unable to swallow, I started coughing and gagging. Blackness set in.

I awoke to the feel of clamps being attached to my wet, hard nipples. Being groggy, I did not immediately sense that wires were attached to the clamps until my body became racked with spasms created by the pulse generator on the bench. As each pulse of electricity entered my body, I convulsed even more, bringing the sound of laughter from my Master. I turned my head towards Him and watched Him turn the dial, while at the same time He giggled like a little boy with His toy.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity.

Calm set in. I felt hands upon mine as I was unhooked from the ceiling and brought to rest on an examination table where I could lay down. A blanket was laid across me. Once covered, My Master removed the extension bar and belt from my limbs. Master proceeded to wash my face, gently wiping the crusted blood from my lips. With a soft brush, He worked all the knots out of my hair and brushed it out smooth.

He went upstairs and got a bottle of cocoa butter and carefully applied it to my pussy lips. The soothing effect was immediate

As I started to slip into the final stages of subspace and sleep, I heard my Master commend me on the play today. "You did very well My pet. Sleep now and in a bit, you will have a nice hot bath." With that, I curled up and happily fell into a deep sleep.



Afternoon Delight



After a particularly satisfying session of afternoon delight – it was the Easter holidays and I took the week off to allow us to spend some quality time as a family. The baby still likes her afternoon naps and this allows us time to play together. We lay on the soaked sheets (the first days of Spring are upon us and even with the window open, it has been warm in the bedroom). Of course, our frenzied lovemaking has added to the rising heat in the room!

As we lay slightly separated to allow out breathing to return to normal, you roll over and reach into the nightstand drawer on your side of the bed and grinning, show me the newest toy in your collection. It is a long (perhaps 8 or 9") slim anal vibrator. It is similar to your silver bullet that has given us many hours of enjoyment as I watch you masturbate for me. However, this one has quite another purpose.

You bring it to your lips and slowly suck and lick around the tip until it is glistening with your saliva. Never taking your eyes off mine, your teasingly lick it from its base to the tapered tip. It is as if your lips are running along my cock and I slowly grow in anticipation of what I think you have in that devious and adventurous mind of yours! You move closer and slide the now slick surface of the probe long the length of my stiffening cock as it grows harder and longer. 

You move to your knees at my hips and with one hand, ease my legs upwards and apart. Knowing your plan, I grip my legs behind the knees and pull them towards my chest and spread as wide as I can. You lean down and run your flat tongue over my balls and up the underside of my exposed cock; I am now hard as a rock and the precum is easing for my tip and dripping onto my tummy. Your tongue slides lower and circles my pucker until I can feel the relaxation and slight opening invitation to you.

At first I think it is the formed tip of your tongue pressing lightly against my rosebud but quickly realize that it is the pointed end of the probe. Since it is so slim, I only need bear down ever so slightly for it to slip past my sphincter ring and enter the warmth of my anal channel. As you press a little firmer, inch-by-inch the slick bullet fills my ass. There is no pain but only immense pleasure since your mouth has moved to capture the head of my cock and pull it into that warm welcoming space.

As the vibrator sinks deeper into me, so does my cock slide deeper into your hot mouth until both have bottomed out. You have long since learned to bypass the gag reflex and with a concerted relaxation of your throat muscles, are able to take my full 7" into the back of your throat without panic. As you do, your throat constricts as you swallow and my cock is milked so effectively.

After a few bob of your head – deep throating me on alternative downward trips – you press the anal probe the last two inches and rest it against my sensitive prostate gland. With a flick of your wrist, the vibrator is turned on to its only speed - high! – and you dive onto my cock and hold it there as I lunge upwards with my hips in spasms of a massive climax! The combination of the probe sending my ass over the edge and your throat sucking like a Hoover on my cock while your free hand squeezes my full balls is just too much.

I am thrashing around so much and biting my lip to keep from screaming and waking the baby as I fill your talented mouth with shot after shot of thick milky cum and I cum over and over again as I watch your throat muscles moving up and down as you swallow it all! I can taste blood as my head tosses back and forth on the pillow as I reach the point where I just can't take it any more! The sensations have simply been too much to handle.

Licking your way up the length of my still hard cock, you clean every vestige of my cum from sight. Then, still in need of some satisfaction your self, you straddle my cock and guide it into your sopping pussy, lowering yourself until fully impaled. You reach behind you and start to fuck my ass with the vibrator – still running on high – as you start to slowly ride my cock and move your hips around to maximize the pressure on your clit against my pubes.

As you speed up your ride and plunge the probe again and again into my relaxed ass, I reach up with one hand to roll your nipple between my thumb and forefinger (first one beautiful tit then the other) and with the other, I slide my fingers to rub your clit each time it touches down harder and faster against my hips.

Your head is thrown by as you wail like a banshee with the onslaught of a wave of orgasms that finish you off. You pull the still shaking vibrator fro my ass and throw it behind you on the bed as you arms fly over your head and you collapse onto my chest! 

Your lips find the side of my neck and then whisper breathlessly into my ear, "Thank you, darling! That was stupendous!" Without question, I agree and we lay with you resting on top of me as my cock softens and slips from your pussy. Your cum flows out and covers my thighs and the sheets but is ignored as we trade loving kisses and words of love. Soon enough, we will have to rise and tend to the babe who is stirring in her crib but for the moment, it is just the two of us.. 



Afternoon Delight



They had been planning this for weeks. An afternoon without children, errands to run, or anywhere they had to be. She had taken the afternoon off and he had met her at the door wearing nothing but a smile. It hadn't taken long for him to remove her clothes as well and lead her up to the bedroom.

The bedroom was dimly lit by the sunlight filtering through the shades, and several scented candles were lit around the room. He lowered her gently to the bed facedown and the crawled up beside her. Taking a bottle of scented message oil from the bedside table, he began to drizzle the oil across her back and shoulders. The tension of the day drained away as his strong fingers kneaded her muscles and rubbed their way up and down her back.

Soon, his hands began to drop lower with each stroke until he was fondling her ass and upper thighs. Spreading her legs, she invited him to expand his attention to other areas. At first, his fingers just brushed the outer lips of her rapidly moistening pussy before traveling up her buttocks and back down her thighs. But soon he was slipping his fingers deeper and penetrating her vagina before moving on. As she moaned out her pleasure, he abandoned the message and concentrated his efforts on making her cum.

Kneeling, he slipped his thumb into her and began rubbing her clit with his fingers. He alternated running his fingers up and down her wet slit with gentle circles around the swollen button of her clit. Her breathing deepened and he increased the pace of his fingers. Soon she was moaning louder and moving her hips up to press against his hand. Just as she was about to climax, he slipped a lubricated finger into her anus. As he moved in and out of both openings and rubbed her dripping wet clit she cried out, shuddering from the spasms running through her body. She begged him to stop, saying, "Enough!" in a breathless voice.

She lay panting on the bed, completely drained by the powerful orgasm. She felt his weight leave her side as he stood up and got off of the bed. She felt the comforter being pulled up over her as he told her to lie still and relax. She stretched her self out on the bed, enjoying the tension in her muscles from the climax he had just given her. She heard the shower begin to run and wondered what he was up to. Once the water had warmed, he returned to the bed and removed the comforter from her body. Taking her hand in his, he led her into the bathroom and over to the shower. She stepped into the shower and turned the water on as hot as she could stand. As the water streamed over her body, she closed her eyes and relaxed in the warm, steamy air and waited for him to join her.

She heard the shower door open and then he was there with her. Pressing his body to hers and searching her mouth with his tongue. As they kissed, he began to fondle her breasts and twirl her nipples between her fingers. She arched her back and sighed in pleasure as she felt her body respond with a new surge of heat and wetness between her legs. All too soon he stopped, only to kneel before her on the floor of the shower. The water streamed down her back as she waited for what was to come next.

Urging her to spread her legs with his hands, he brought his face to her closely trimmed pubic hair. She could feel his hot breath on her mound as he moved closer. Then his tongue was slowly licking up and down her slit, moving slightly deeper with each stroke. Soon, the tip of his tongue was slipping into her pussy as he started the stroke and pausing to tickle her clit at the end. After several minutes of this exquisite torture he began to pleasure her in earnest. She began to moan as, pushing his face even farther between her quivering thighs, he lapped at the juices flowing from her pussy. His tongue began to thrust in and out of her vagina as he grabbed her ass and pulled her close. He continued until she began to tense with the beginning of her next orgasm. Her breath quickened and she let out a small moan of pleasure as she felt herself going over the edge. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled away leaving her standing frustrated in the shower with the hot water streaming around her.

Looking down into his eyes, she begged him to continue so she could cum on his face. Reaching down , he picked up the vibrator that had lain unnoticed near their feet. He twisted the switch and slowly ran the vibrating shaft up her leg, beginning at the ankle. As it moved past her knee and began traveling up her inner thigh she bent her knees slightly and opened her legs wider in invitation. A trickle of hot water began to run between her ass checks and down to her pussy, to drip from her pubic hair. He reached between her legs and placed the tip of the vibrator against the top of her ass checks. Resuming the tantalizingly slow pace, he began to draw the tip of the vibrator down towards her anus. He heard a sharp intake of breath as the shaft reached her asshole. He paused there, slowly circling her anus with the vibrating tip. She almost lost it then, but the vibrator quickly resumed its interrupted journey and continued on towards her now drenched vagina.

As he brought the tip of the vibrator between her pussy lips, he quickly leaned close and sucked her erect clit into his mouth. She began to grind her hips against his face and grabbed the back of his head with her hands. When he finally thrust the dildo deep into her waiting pussy, she twined her fingers in his hair and pulled him even closer. He continued to suck on her clit, alternating that with drawing quick circles around it with the tip of his tongue. The scent of her arousal filled his nose served to encourage him even more.

He increased the tempo of the dildo and she could feel it pushing against her cervix at the end of each stroke. He began to lick her clit in a cross pattern, up and down then side to side. She began to pant and dig her fingers into his scalp as she again neared climax. This time he let her cum, and he pulled the dildo from her only to replace it with his eager mouth. Her body continued to shudder from the orgasm as he greedily sucked the juices flowing from her pussy.

When she couldn't stand it anymore she pulled his face up to hers and kissed him hard. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, tasting herself on his lips. Reaching down, she grasped his erection and squeezed. He broke the kiss to moan in pleasure.

She looked him in the eye and said, "Now it's my turn." Still holding his throbbing penis in her hand, she turned the water off and led him out of the shower and back into the bedroom. Leading him by the hard cock in her hand, she walked back to the king-size bed and made him lie down on his stomach. She crawled onto the bed and parted his legs so she could kneel between them. Supporting herself with one hand, she cradled his balls with the other. She gently messaged his sack and played with his testicles. His erection began to return and she watched it slowly lift off of his stomach to stand erect and waiting.

She slowly lowered her head and ran her tongue up the underside of the shaft from top to bottom several times. He lifted his hips off the bed to bring his cock closer to the source of this pleasure. She placed her lips on the head of his cock and began to tease the tip with her tongue. Slowly, bit by bit, she took more of the head between her lips. When the entire crown was inside her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the raised edge while holding the shaft in place with her teeth. Now it was his turn to suck in his breath as she quickly lowered her head, taking his entire cock into her mouth. He felt her throat engulf the end of his shaft and her lips press tight to his body. Feeling the intense pleasure that this gave him, she began to stroke her mouth up and down, letting just the tip remain between her lips and then sucking the entire length back in. She fondled his balls again and rubbed her hand up and down between his legs from his scrotum down to his anus. She let his erection slip from her mouth long enough moisten two fingers with saliva before resuming her rhythm. Knowing what she had in mind, he opened his legs even further and slowly breathed the word, "Yes!" She placed the wet fingers against the small puckered hole and slowly began to press inwards. Her fingers slipped inside of him and she searched for the spot where she could message his prostate. There! He began to thrust himself into her mouth and whimper as her fingers pressed up against him. Within a few seconds, she saw that his legs were tensing up and she recognized the signs of his impending release. Just before he reaching his climax, he felt her fingers slip from his ass and the cold air of the bedroom hit his cock. She whispered, "Paybacks are hell." and moved up to sit beside him on the bed.

Before he had a chance to pull himself together, she bent over and placed her mouth on his. He tasted himself on her tongue as it slipped between his lips. He reached up and pulled her closer and the kiss deepened. She threw her leg over to straddle him and broke the kiss to run her tongue up to his ear. She sucked on his earlobe and nibbled it with her teeth. She felt his cock throbbing against her stomach and she licked her way down his neck to bite his shoulder. Picking his favorite spot, she increased the pressure from her mouth and sucked on his skin. When he began to press his hips against her, she quickly slipped down and took a nipple into her mouth. The tip of his penis pressed between her breasts as she sucked and nibbled his breast with her mouth. He placed his hand on the back of her head and directed her actions to increase his pleasure. She let his nipple slip from her lips and circled it with her tongue. She slowly began to draw a line down his stomach towards his navel. As she moved downward, his cock slipped between her breasts. When her tongue reached his navel, the head of his penis was just peaking out from between her breasts.

She paused for a second to savor that sight before lifting herself and again taking him into her mouth. But this time she took him into her mouth only long enough to thoroughly lubricate his shaft before letting his cock fall back against his belly. She took his hands in hers and directed them to her breasts. Placing his cock between them, she pressed his hands together until the firm warmth of her breasts surrounded him. She began to rock back and forth, savoring the feeling of his hardness slipping back and forth against her. After a while, she ducked her head and began to flick her tongue over the head of his cock as it slipped from between her breasts at the end of each stroke. Again, she noticed the tensing of muscles and quickening of breath that tell her that he is getting close. She continued for a few strokes, letting him think that she hadn't noticed and that he would get to cum this time. She stopped and sat up, even as she felt his hands attempting to press her breasts even tighter around his rigid cock. He moaned, "Nooooo!" as she once again lifted her body off of him.

She was now as aroused as him and just as anxious to feel his cum inside her. She turned around and straddled him again, but this time with her back to him. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, slowly stroking it back to full hardness. When he was ready, she placed the tip against her pussy lips. Taking her time, she began to slowly lower herself, one inch at a time, onto him. He grabbed her hips and tried to pull her down faster, but she resisted and slowed even more. At last she settled down on his hips and they both sighed with the pleasure of having his cock fully inside her hot, wet pussy. She raised her knees to increase the penetration even more. Then she placed her hands on his knees and began to rock her hips forward and back. He felt her wet pussy lips rubbing against his scrotum and caressing his balls. He looked down and the sight of his glistening shaft disappearing into her was beautifully erotic. He reached down and began to run his hands over her ass, spreading the checks for a better view.

She increased her pace as another climax began to build inside her. He noticed and responded with deeper thrusts of his own up into her. As she leaned forward to change the angle, he began to play with her anus. He wet two of his fingers and began rimming her with them She reacted exactly the way he had hoped and begged him to put them inside. Now she was riding both his fingers and his cock at the same time. He could feel the shaft of his cock moving inside her vagina with his fingers and it brought him to the edge of a climax too.

Just before they both cum, she raised herself and moved slightly forward before quickly settling down again. His well lubricated cock paused for a moment against her tight asshole before slipping in. He thrust up into her as she bears down and they both cum together. She felt his balls tighten and his cock pulse as he shot his cum inside of her. At the same time, he felt her muscles squeeze tight around his shaft as she cums several times. She continued to rock back and forth a few times before collapsing against his legs. His cock slipped out of her and they both relaxed, enjoying the sensations as the mutual orgasm slowly faded away.

She moved back up to lie beside him and he took her in his arms. Holding her close and kissing her lips, he said, "That was wonderful. What would you like to try next?"



Afternoon Delight



The sunlight slanting through the glass bathing me in the warm glow. I watch the driveway anticipating your arrival, my hands unconsciously sliding over my silk encased hips. A slight squeak is all the I hear before a pair of warm strong arms slide around my waist, warm breath caressing the side of my neck as you press your cheek into my hair. I part my lips to say something, but no words come out as your finger presses against them. I understand then that no words will be spoken. Your hands are warm pressed as they are against my silk covered skin. Your fingers slip easily over my breasts finding my nipples already hard poking against the fabric, you close your fingers around them rolling my nipples gently.

Your hands guide my dress off letting it pool at my feet. Your hands press against me, but this time directly against my flesh. You trail your fingertips over my skin, barely touching, goosebumps forming. Your mouth mimics your fingers, I moan softly and you stop, I start to beg you to continue and you step away from me, my body losing the warmth of yours. I stand still, biting my lip. This time when you touch me your hands are no longer so gentle, they grip my bare ass cheeks, squeezing them, one hand dipping into my wet heat from behind. I fall forward slightly bracing myself against the window, your hands on my thighs, parting them. I hear the rustle of clothes falling to the floor, and then just before I feel the fire from a strike of your belt I hear the whistle and know what's coming. My breath fogging the window as you bring your belt down against the taut flesh of my ass marking it, making it burn, my teeth firmly biting my lip now. And yet the smell of my arousal is still filling the room and my juices sticky on my thighs. 

I hear your belt drop to the floor, silently thinking it is over and you are going to press your hard cock into my dripping hot pussy. But it is not to be, as your hand presses firmly against my pussy cupping it, a small whimper escapes me, but either you didn't hear or you don't care. You hand moves away from me, and you open my thighs further drawing my hips back causing me to bend at the waist. The air of the room chilly against my heated flesh. I hear you move away but my eyes never leave the glass. 

I jump as your hand closes around one of my breasts, so caught up in the feeling in me that I never noticed your approach. Your fingers grip my nipple and twist and pull on it, causing my hips to buck, making me moan. This time you do hear and you chuckle. I begin to wonder what you are going to do, when there is a burning sensation on my nipple, I look down and you have attached a clamp. I whimper from the pleasure/pain response, my pussy leaking more juice. You chuckle again, and again I feel the burning sensation, I don't need to look to know you attached a clamp to the other nipple. 

As I begin to get used to the tightness and the pain turns to a dull throb you tighten the clamps and tug a little on the chain the connects them, making me moan and whimper. You walk away from me again, and I am nothing but a bundle of pleasure and pain. I then feel you easily slip 2 fingers deep into my wet pussy, I let out a low moan and you remove them causing a whimper, this happens again and again. 

Just as I think the heat being generated by my pussy will overwhelm you, you surprise me and slide an ice cold dildo into me causing me to buck my hips and moan loudly. You pump it in and out slowly, I try to push my hips back to keep it in me but you always make sure I never can.

My entire body is on fire with need. I'm begging you to fuck me, to let me cum. I feel your hands leave the dildo slowly slipping out of me, the thump when it hits the floor so loud in the silence of the room. I feel you move behind me, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, and you plunge your hard thick cock deep into me stretching me out. You lean over my back...one hand curling into the dangling chain tugging at it the other stroking my clit. My body aching with the swelling of my orgasm and I cum convulsively on your cock, my pussy spasming around your invading cock. You keep tugging on the chain, lancing my core with pain and the pleasure of the stimulation of my clit driving me insane. All the while you pump your cock in and out, playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. 

As I feel you cum deep in me, each spurt of your seed scalding me, I cum again and again, screaming and moaning in complete abandon. And as I come down, through the orgasmic fog clouding my brain, I feel the removal of the clamps and You cradle me against your broad hard chest. Your hands soft as they stroke my sweat covered skin, letting me know without words that you love me. 



Afternoon Delight



I had gone out shopping, leaving Steve at home working in the garden and planning to do a bit of sunbathing once he had finished.

I was dressed in a yellow strappy top with built-in support for my breasts, a white skirt that reached midway down my thighs and a pair of low heeled shoes that would remain comfortable while I was shopping. Although it was a hot sunny day and I had been tempted to go without underwear, I had decided to wear a thong under my skirt. 

While I was wandering around the shops I bumped into our friend Ann and we had decided to shop together. Ann was wearing a white blouse through which a half-cup bra and the darker shade of her nipples could be seen. Her skirt was a black mini-skirt that was a couple of inches shorter than mine.

After an hour or so trying on clothes and shoes we called in at a pub for a drink and a late lunch. While we were sitting at a table waiting for our lunches to arrive two men walked up to the bar and whilst the first ordered their drinks the second scanned the bar. When he reached our table his eyes lingered on us for a brief moment but then he continued his scan. I turned to Ann and it was obvious that she had also seen the guy checking us out.

Our lunches arrived and after we finished them Ann went up to the bar to get some more drinks. The guy who had checked us out said something to her but she just smiled and shook her head then came back to the seats with the drinks.

When she sat down she told me that the two men had asked if they could join us but she had told them no because we were having a girls day out. She commented on how attractive they both were and I noticed that her nipples were now more prominent. We continued to chat and Ann kept glancing over to the two men and fidgeting on her seat. The table was between us so I couldn't see what she was doing.

I needed to go to the toilet so I excused myself. On my way back I had to walk past the two men at the bar. When I reached them I looked over towards Ann and was shocked because I could see right up her skirt, which seemed to have ridden quite a way up her legs. Also, she was sitting with her legs slightly separated and I could see her white panties - no the wonder the two men were still standing happily at the bar staring at our table.

When I got back to the table I sat down next to Ann and asked her what she thought she was doing. She told me that her husband, Phil, had been away working in America for a week and wasn't due back for another three weeks. She said she was missing him and was feeling frisky so she was having a little fun. I decided we ought to get out of there before the guys decided they wanted to take it further.

As Phil was away I invited Ann back to our house and she agreed. She had come shopping by taxi so we made our way to my car to drive home. On the way home Ann started talking about flashing the guys in the pub, saying how much fun it had been and that she might have to try it again sometime. As she was saying this I noticed her hand move up her thigh, raising her skirt with it. Eventually her skirt was above her knickers and she opened her thighs and her hand dropped between them. Glancing down I could see her gentle stroking her vagina through her knickers. I looked back to her face and saw that she had her head back and her eyes closed. She was chewing on her bottom lip and every so often her tongue would emerge to lick her lips. I was finding it a bit distracting but got my attention back onto the road.

As we turned the corner to enter the road where we live I coughed and I could sense a slight surprise as Ann realised where she was (in a car with me). As we were slowing down I looked across at her and she had a slight blush to her face, whether from arousal or embarrassment I wasn't sure, but she did look at me a bit sheepishly and apologised for getting carried away. It was odd, but I'd never really considered Ann's sex drive. I was aware that Phil frequently went away on business and just assumed that it wasn't a problem for her.

As we pulled into our drive Ann made herself presentable. We walked into the house together and Ann followed me into the kitchen where I went to fill the kettle to make some tea. When we reached the kitchen we could see into the garden and I noticed Steve stretched out on a lounger. He had worked hard while I had been out, mowing the lawn, pruning the shrubs and weeding the flower beds, and he was obviously enjoying his well-earned rest.

Ann and I decided to join him but Ann didn't have a costume with her so I loaned her one of mine. Fortunately we are quite similar in shape and size and, I have to admit, that the black bikini I loaned her looked very good on her. While I made some drinks Ann went into the garden.

I heard Steve say that it was about time that I'd gotten home and that he'd been waiting for me. I suddenly realised that he thought Ann was me and that became more apparent when he moved his hand to his cock and started stroking it. Before that I hadn't noticed that he didn't have any trunks on. We often sunbathed in the nude because our garden was very private and had made love on the patio a number of times when we were sure our neighbours weren't in their gardens.

Ann didn't say anything as she watched Steve stroke himself. Steve was still lying down and hadn't even looked across to confirm it was me. I wasn't sure if I was upset at his behaviour or getting turned on at his inadvertent exhibitionism. I stood in stunned silence as I saw Ann take off her bikini top, walk towards Steve's head and then place it over his eyes. Both Steve and I blindfolded and teased each other in the past so he didn't think anything of it. He just raised his slightly and allowed her to tie it behind his head.

I was still rooted to the spot and when Ann looked toward the kitchen window I just nodded my head at her, giving her permission to do whatever she wanted. She took hold of Steve's hands one at a time and placed them above his head, encouraging him to hold on to the edge of the lounger. Ann then placed a cushion from one of the other loungers next to Steve's, knelt down on it and leaned over him. With her left hand she reached out and gently took hold of Steve's cock. Steve was obviously very aroused because he lifted his hips off the lounger in reaction to her touch. Ann used her other hand to support herself then she leaned over and quickly stroked her tongue across one of Steve's nipples. She then turned her attention to the other and I could tell that she was also using her teeth to gently nibble on then. From inside the kitchen I could hear Steve groan in pleasure at what she was doing to him. 

I saw Ann's left hand start to gently stroke Steve's cock while she continued to tease his nipples. She would complete about half a dozen strokes the reach down and caress under his balls, then take hold of his cock and stroke it again. Each time she stroked him, Steve's hips would rise off the lounger trying to increase the pressure and rate but she remained in control of the intensity of the pleasure she was giving him.

Gradually her mouth moved from Steve's nipples and travelled down his body to his groin. It was at this point that I decide realised that my hand had made its way inside my bikini briefs and my fingers reached my lips. I was surprised at how wet I was. I stripped out of my costume in the kitchen then with my right hand I gently teased my lips before while I stroked my breasts with my left hand. I inserted one and then a second finger into myself, spreading the moisture around and lubricating my clitoris. With two fingers inside me I brought my other hand down and applied a gentle pressure to my clit. My orgasm hit me virtually instantaneously. My legs almost gave way but I managed to support myself against the kitchen units.

When I recovered I looked outside. Ann was still alternating between stroking Steve's cock and teasing his balls but now, when she was stroking his cock she was also teasing the end of it with her tongue. As I watched, she took hold off the base of Steve's cock, making it stand straight up in the air then she wrapped her lips around the end of it. She kept it like this for a short while then gradually took more and more of it into her mouth. Eventually she had about four inches in her mouth, then she started moving back up, keeping her hand at its base. Before she reached the end she started moving back down again then her head was bobbing up and down giving Steve the stimulation he was after.

I went upstairs and grabbed one of my dildos, then quietly joined the two of them on the patio. Ann had left the door open when she initially went out so neither of them heard me. I slowly approached Ann from the rear and I have to say that the view she presented looked fantastic. I hadn't ever seen a woman from this view before and I could just make out her outer lips around the outside of her (my) bikini bottoms.

I moved towards her and gently placed the dildo against the gusset of her bikini bottoms, which almost ruined everything. Ann was so surprised that she jumped and took her mouth off Steve's cock. Steve asked if "I" was okay and Ann grunted affirmatively in reply and then went to work again with her mouth. As she did that I moved the bikini aside then ran the dildo over her lips. She was absolutely drenched, her love juices leaking down her legs. Once the dildo was lubricated I eased it into her. That caused her to groan around Steve's cock, which caused him to groan as well. I just hoped that our neighbours weren't in their gardens or we could be getting some complaints.

I inserted the dildo as far as it would go then eased it out again. I made sure I took it completely out of Ann's cunt, remembering how much I enjoy the sensation of complete entry when Steve does that to me with a dildo, then put it back in again. Another groan came from Ann and I set up a rhythm that more or less matched her rhythm up and down Steve's cock. She was now constantly groaning around Steve's cock and his moans were fast approaching those that normally accompany his orgasm.

Sure enough, after a few more minutes of stimulation Steve warned "me" that he was about to come, at which point Ann clamped her lips around the end of his cock and started stroking him quickly. That did for Steve and he let out a groan as his hips lifted off the lounger and he erupted into Ann's mouth. Ann swallowed greedily, ensuring that none of Steve's come escaped her mouth and that seemed to be just what she needed because she also came, her hips thrusting back towards where my hand was guiding the dildo into her.

As Ann released Steve's cock now softening cock I leaned over and loosened his blindfold. The expression on his face as he took in the situation was priceless. I then reached back towards Ann and removed the dildo from her vagina. That resulted in another moan from Ann, which was accompanied by a twitch of Steve's cock as it started to come back to life. We spent the rest of the afternoon teasing and stimulating each other and Ann told us that Phil had confessed about making love to me in front of Steve. They had agreed that should the situation arise he would not be upset if she were to make love to Steve. She said she would be 'phoning him as soon as she got home to give him all the details.



Afternoon Delight



I couldn't believe I was doing this. No matter what I said to reassure myself, nothing would make me believe that I was ACTUALLY doing this. I had always been the good girl, the one who went without, the one who put others first at her own expense. I had spent so many years bottling up my deepest desires that I almost couldn't remember them. But not anymore. Not this girl. No way, no sir. 

Technically, I was cheating. The papers weren't even drawn up yet, and here I was, fully contemplating a lusty afternoon chock full of sin. Hell, contemplating wasn't even the right word anymore. The decision had been made and here I was. I had taken a long time coming to terms with this; I had always sworn to myself that I would never cheat. It was a matter of pride for me. I always promised myself that if it ever got so bad that I was tempted to stray I would just leave first. Well, it got that bad a while ago and I still didn't leave...or stray. I had been stuck in a terrible situation simply because it was all I had known for years and I was too scared to face the world on my own. I had thought I was lucky to have anyone who wanted to be with me at all, so I might as well just learn to deal with a husband who had no libido and couldn't care if he ever touched me. 

I was always self-conscious about my weight. I had convinced myself that I was less than human, that I didn't deserve to be treated like everyone else, even though it was all I ever wanted. I felt that nobody could see me, all they saw was my body. All I wanted was to get married like a normal girl, prove that I could be wanted just like anybody else. I was so determined that I sold myself short at a very young age to the first boy, and I do mean boy, who was ever kind to me. Now most people would have lasted about six months to a year in my marriage, but I was a fighter, I was determined to make it work. So I buried myself in my marriage, associated myself only as a married woman. I gave up my hopes, my dreams and my fantasies in order to settle down and play mommy to a boy with a temper and a selfish streak that could rival any five-year-old. I spent so many years living with not being wanted as the extremely sexual person I had always been that I just sank deeper and deeper into my mommy role and gained even more weight while losing more self-esteem. 

I was happy in my rut for seven years. I was content to live that way forever, numb and delusional. I was married. Someone wanted me. Well, maybe not wanted, but he sure needed me. He needed me to do everything for him, and I did it happily because it was great to feel needed. I thought I was happy until about seven months ago. That's when I found Literotica. That's what led me to him. 

It wasn't right away, mind you. I had a lot of fun for a long time, but in a safe and removed way. Through the computer. I started out trying my hand at one of my favorite things: erotica. I had always wanted to write, and when I decided to goof around in secret one night, I realized that I wasn't half-bad. I didn't win any awards or anything, but they certainly got the job done and left me feeling something I hadn't felt in years: Sexy. I felt sexy again, perhaps truly for the first time. I felt sexy and I was ready to play. 

I discovered that I had a little bit of a secret naughty streak in me. I began to make many online friendships through Lit, mostly innocent, some not so innocent, and all in pure fun. I found out that there were men in the world who not only thought that a bigger woman was attractive but would treat her like a princess, a goddess even. I began dressing better, taking care of myself. I started wearing make up again and giving a shit about what I looked like. I hadn't felt that good about myself in....well, ever. It didn't matter that these were nameless, faceless men who I never intended to do anything with. Most of them lived on opposite sides of the country, others on opposite sides of the world. All that mattered to me was that I was having fun and I felt sexy. I felt so damn sexy that I started realizing that I was getting a raw deal. I knew now that I could not go on in a funk for the rest of my life. I couldn't continue feeling rejected by the one person who should want me more than anyone else. 

When I finally met him, I had already decided that it was time to start leaving. In the beginning he was just like all the others. A few flirtatious comments here, some sexy discussions there. He was twelve years older than me, and I had always found older men sexy. At one point he disappeared for such a long gap that I figured he had gone the way of so many flirts before him, on to greener pastures when it was obvious I wasn't up for meeting in "real life." What surprised me was that not only did he come back, but he came back with a vengeance. He made it clear in no uncertain terms that he was going to be my friend, and he was going to make me smile. He would tell me jokes and flirt shamelessly, just to get me to laugh with him. Whenever I was down, he was always there. Even if he couldn't be online at just the right time, he always managed to send me a quick note letting me know that he was thinking of me. The only flaw that I could find in this man was that he was married...happily. Now that sounds awful, I know, but I had met so many men who were just as lonely and depressed as I was. I had started justifying the possibility of hooking up with someone in the future if it ever came to it, but I always figured that it would be with a man who was in the same situation...married, but barely. Someone in need of comfort and touch, someone starving just like me. 

This man was not like that. He had made more for himself than that. He had recreated his life in such a way that left no room for depression and emotional starvation. When his life had started heading south, he changed everything and was reborn from the ashes like a phoenix. There was no self-doubt, no aching hunger and need. He was a proud, strong MAN. He took what he wanted; he went from a bad marriage to being wonderfully happy. I had no idea how to relate to that, other than sheer idolatry. I was in awe of this man, and every time we spoke it only grew more and more. He was like nothing I had ever experienced. Was he a big flirt? You betcha. Did he think I was sexy? Damn straight. Did we have unbelievably arousing discussions in an open, frank way? Yes we did. 

Perhaps I enjoyed his company so much because I knew I was safe. He was happy, he was satisfied. He liked to flirt unmercifully, but it was always in fun. I could let my guard down a bit; I didn't need to always be on for him, I could just be myself. He could see the real me and still want to be my friend. In one hand I idolized him as the ideal I would love to someday become, and in the other hand I simply idolized him as the ideal prototype for what I wanted to find in a man. So of course, being a typical woman, these feelings didn't last long before they meshed together into simply wanting HIM. Knowing full well that I would never have him, it didn't stop me from fantasizing. Looking back, it was ridiculous, actually. I admired him for being a wonderful husband, yet I secretly wanted to be the one he cracked for. I didn't necessarily want to keep him for myself, although there were plenty of fantasies like that also, but I wanted a piece of him. A piece of that wonderful man who made me feel unbelievable. I wanted to have a taste of what a real man was like, so much so that I was willing to forget about just why he was so perfect to begin with. I wanted to taste this man so much that I didn't care about anything else. 

Now, that being said, I never brought it up. It was my own private desire, and I didn't want to ruin things by suggesting it. I was still happy to have my friend, even if that was all he would ever be. Deep down, however, I wanted him to want me. I wanted to make him hurt for me, to ache deep down, to feel like his life wouldn't be complete until he lost himself inside my body for hours. I wanted to be the one thing in his life that was missing, even if it was only for an afternoon.

We continued flirting in that way people do when they are really fishing for clues as to what the other person responds to. Throwing out a spanking joke here, a blow job joke there, paying attention to what got a rise. We eventually cybered a few times, and after every time I was left even more in awe with this man's sheer sexiness and magnetism. I don't even mean his looks, I mean his complete presence. Everything about him left me craving more. By this point, I was completely sprung on him. There were other men around who I still talked to, but I honestly found myself using them more as a reminder of how unstable and unreliable the entire online thing could be. I wanted to protect myself; I wanted to keep myself removed from the situation. I knew that I was at serious risk of falling for him and I didn't want to get hurt. It was easier to keep myself surrounded by the nameless and faceless flirts who were obviously not going to remember you in a few days. I was used to disappointment, it was the glimmer of hope that stung. 

So it was during one of these feel-out flirty sessions that the subject of meeting in person came up. I'm not quite sure how we got on the subject, really. We had always both avoided that issue. Me for not wanting to risk losing him, him for not wanting to come off like all the other predictable forgettables. Things had been heating up between us, more than I had ever thought possible. He made me want to do things that had never tempted me before. He made me feel safe that I could show him anything and he would be enthralled. I mean, this man has seen me completely nude and wanted more! I have never, no matter how flirty or sexy I felt, been brave enough to show anyone online my entire body. A breast here, a pussy shot there, but never the whole package. I may have found more confidence and self esteem recently, but I treasured them too much to throw it away by risking showing that to the wrong person. All it would take would be one insensitive comment and I would be off the wagon again, crying and ashamed. He made me secure enough to take that risk. He watched me doing things that nobody else has ever seen and told me that I had no idea how sexy and arousing I was. In layman's terms, he's a mother-fucking keeper! When he suggested our meeting in real life, once I realized he wasn't teasing or joking, I jumped at the chance to make this fantasy a reality. 

When he learned that he would need to be traveling for work within a few hours of where I lived, he suggested that I come and visit him in the hotel he was set up in. Normally I would have felt apprehensive about this; we had never met face to face, I hadn't been with anyone new in eleven years, and he only had one day free. One day. This was literally a once in a lifetime opportunity. I could meet him and experience the most intense passion I had ever felt, but after a few hours it would all be over and I would need to go back to my everyday life...without him. He would go back to his happy life, and the most I could hope for was to keep him as an online friend. Even with all those marks against it, I had never felt so compelled to just take what I wanted and damn the consequences. When I agreed and began to make arrangements, he reassured me that we could just have dinner and that he wouldn't be expecting anything I wasn't comfortable giving. I just chuckled and told him that I didn't know about him, but I was certainly going to be expecting him to deliver. 

So here I was, three hours from home and looking for a hotel in a town I'd never been to before. We decided that today would be the best for the both of us because he only had a few early morning meetings and the rest of his day was free. We'd planned on grabbing some lunch, maybe going out and seeing the sights, and hopefully if all went well ending up back in his hotel room. I couldn't wait, and I was getting so excited that my heart was beating in my throat. A few minutes later I found the hotel, pulled into the parking lot and got out my cell phone to give him a ring. 

"Hello?" a sexy voice answered. I closed my eyes for just a moment and let his voice run through me like it always did. Every damn time, as soon as he would speak, my blood would start racing, my breath would speed up, and my nipples would get rock hard.  

"I'm here," I barely whisper into the phone, choking on my anticipation. 

"Hey baby!" I can hear the smile and the relief in his voice. He has told me that this will be a first for him as well, he has never met anyone in person like this before. "I feel bad, my last meeting ran late, and I wanted to get cleaned up and changed for you, but now I'm not ready yet. Would you mind coming up? I won't be very much longer."

"I can just wait in the lobby if you need some more time." I don't want him to hear how eager I am; I don't want to scare him off. Also, I know that if I get near him now, I may attack him before we ever leave the room. Part of why I wanted to be with someone different was to feel what it was like to be wanted, not just reciprocated. I wanted to feel someone trying to seduce me for a change, not the other way around. Oh sure, I enjoyed being an aggressive lover, but when the only way you ever get any sex is to push and hint and plead, the fun starts to fade away. I wanted to be on the receiving end for a bit. I knew it wouldn't last long. I would be hinting and seducing as soon as the first time was out of the way, but I was hoping to experience it just once in my life, being wanted, desired, lusted after. 

"Oh no, no please, come up. I know this sounds crazy...I just can't wait any longer to hug you. Knowing that you're here and not with me, I can't take it. Please?" I can hear the eagerness in his voice, and what he thought sounded crazy sounded like perfect sense to me. I took a deep breath and promised myself to try to keep my hands off him for five minutes while he finished up. 

"Okay...what room?" He nearly purred the response to me, and after another final make up check in the mirror I went inside to seal my fate. My heart was pounding in my chest as I finally got up the nerve to knock, hoping that no matter how things ended tonight, it would be something to remember for the rest of my life. I heard heavy footprints coming towards the door, and when it finally opened we just stood there for a moment, each of us trying to reconcile snapshots and video images with a flesh and blood person. 

My eyes traveled up the length of his body, my own body heating up with every following inch. He was wearing black snakeskin boots, well-worn jeans that hugged him in all the right places, a button up denim shirt, and a black Stetson hat. I realized at that exact moment that I would have a fetish for the cowboy look for the rest of my life. He was tall and thick; he had a sexy solid look to him that drove me crazy. I didn't have any interest being ravaged by someone I could break in two. I was attracted to many different body types; I could find shorter, skinny men who turned me on...but this man...once again, he was my ideal. As I finally met his eyes I realized that he had been giving me the exact same examination. He had been taking in my short light brown bob, my light green eyes, and my burgundy blouse with the plunging neckline and my tight blue jeans. I searched his face for disappointment and was surprised to find the exact opposite. 

"My God...I can't even remember what I was going to say," he spit out after what seemed like a lifetime of silence. I tried to hold out my hand to shake his and he just laughed, grabbing my arm and pulling me further into the room and into his waiting arms. "I think we're well past hand shakes, don't you?" he said, still laughing as he squeezed me tight, giving me the absolute best bear hug I'd ever had. I giggled back into his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. 

"Yeah, I think we are, too," I said around more laughter. I pulled away enough to see his face. "Sure you're not let down, now that we are here for real?" I saw his face go from smiling to serious.

"Holy shit, baby, are you kidding me? You made me swallow my gum! I had twenty different things I wanted to say to you, but you made me forget them all. How on earth would I feel let down by having such a beautiful woman in my room?" he exclaimed. I saw him glance down at my mouth, then back up to my eyes. He looked conflicted, then pulled me close for an even tighter hug. The hug slowly softened, until after a few moments we were simply holding each other closely with my head on his chest. I felt his fingers slide under my chin, lifting me up to meet his gaze again. "You have no idea how much I have wanted to feel you in my arms. The reality makes every fantasy pale in comparison."

"Oh John...I feel the same way. I know exactly what you mean. I have been dreaming of this moment for so long, but wide awake is so much better." I looked into his beautiful eyes, smiling down at me. I wanted him to kiss me so badly. I wanted him to do anything that would be construed as the first move, and soon, because I was about to throw him down and rip his clothes off, and we were barely out of the hellos. 

He must have seen it in my eyes, because at that very moment his head dipped down while his fingers lifted my chin up higher, bringing my lips into contact with his own. His mouth was firm yet soft and he slowly moved it over my own until I responded. I felt the tip of his tongue slip against me, and I eagerly opened to receive him. Our tongues entangled, slipping against each other, battling for dominance. I tried to savor it, this being our first kiss, but I became lost in his scent and the feel of his body in my arms. This drove me on, making the kiss frantic. I wanted to pace myself. I tried to remember that we were supposed to leave for lunch, but as soon as his firm hands worked their way down to my ass and he was making the most delicious moaning sounds around my tongue, I knew that lunch was a lost cause. 

I felt my insides beginning to melt, pooling in a certain spot that was now throbbing uncontrollably. Moaning in response to his passion, I reached my hands up and began unbuttoning the shirt he had just finished putting on, still kissing him and sucking his tongue. I felt his hands squeezing my ass more firmly and pulling me into his hips, where the obvious evidence of his arousal was grinding into my stomach. I stood on my tiptoes to reach his mouth better and to redirect the friction of his cock against my now soaking wet pussy. I felt my nipples harden painfully while I was pulled even closer against him, rubbing through the lace of my bra and the silk of my blouse. 

For every button that I undid, I was pulled closer and rewarded with more deep breathing. I felt him pull away from my lips in order to worship other areas, making straight for my ears and neck. I tilted my head back, nearly hyperventilating as he worked his lips and tongue along one of my most sensitive spots. His mouth loved the side of my neck, right where my neck met my collarbone, making soft sucking kisses and quick little nips in the flesh. When one of my fingers grazed his bare flesh while unbuttoning, he stopped suddenly and I felt him shudder against me. I paused, thinking I had hurt him, maybe scratched him with a fingernail.

"Oh God, Amanda," he gasped in my ear, "don't stop, please!" He moved back and grabbed my hands in his own, pulling them inside his shirt and against his warm chest. "Touch me...please touch me, I have needed to feel your touch for so long." He yanked his shirt the rest of the way open and stood there watching my hands on his skin. I was hypnotized with the feel of him, his flesh so warm and inviting, his course chest hair separating under my nails, his flat male nipples pebbling at my caress. I leaned in and put my mouth to him, breathing in his savory scent, tasting his lust as I licked my way from his neck to his earlobe. I squeezed his nipple lightly as I sucked the lobe between my teeth and nibbled. Feeling him shudder harder, I worked my way back down his neck, licking and biting, until I came to his other nipple. Feeling his gaze, I looked up and locked eyes with him as I began suckling him roughly, now dripping down my thighs with moisture from hearing the noises he was making. "Oh fuck! Yes....that is so intense, your mouth feels amazing!" he said through clenched teeth, gripping my head to his chest. 




Afternoon Delight



I could see that my lipstick had left smears all over his chest and I felt a primal surge of possessiveness, seeing my mark all over him. It made me want to burn my memory on his brain for the rest of his life. I set about doing just that, but when my roaming hand came across the engorged flesh straining his jeans, he grabbed my hand and pulled away. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, out of breath.

"Don't go there yet...I am feeling way too good right now. If you start doing that I won't get to take my time with you, and that is all I have wanted to do for months." 

"Oh John!" I gushed, as the similarities in our feelings became painfully obvious. We were both trying to make it special and memorable for the other person while the whole time we were both about to die from an overdose of lust. I looked him in the eye and gave him my most seductive smirk. "Who said we can't take our time later?" I emphasized my query by running my hand back over his swollen member, tracing the outline with my fingertips and circling the distinct head with my thumb until a dark spot of moisture appeared on the denim. I heard a deep, tortured groan right before his hands grabbed my arms and pulled me back into him, kissing me deeply again as his hands went for the hem of my shirt.

"You," he gasped around my lips, "are going to be sorry you said that." The next thing I knew my shirt was being yanked off over my head and his mouth was attached to my right nipple, biting and sucking through the purple lace as he ripped at the hooks in the back. As soon as my large breasts were freed to his gaze he stopped, cupped them both lovingly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "My God, these are more beautiful in person than I could ever imagine." That brief meditation over, he resumed his assault on my nipples, switching off between them and using his hands as well as his mouth. 

"That feels so fucking good baby!" I groaned while trying to undo my zipper and receive his torturous attentions at the same time. We became more frantic with each other the closer my zipper got to being open until he eventually shoved my hands out of the way and started yanking my jeans down over my ass. I picked up where he left off on his own zipper, until we were tangled up together in a mass of limbs, his hands squeezing my bare ass and my hand on his rock hard cock. The feeling of his hard flesh jumping in my palm sent me through the roof, and I sank to my knees right there in front of him, tangled clothes and all. I intended to spend much more one on one time with his beautiful thick cock later, but at that moment I had to taste him at least once, had to feel him thrust inside my mouth at least once before I could even think about anything else. 

"Oh...yessssss!" he hissed as he watched my moist pink lips sink down onto his shaft. I looked up at him from on my knees, meeting his gaze as I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and used the other to massage his balls. I inhaled his scent, that powerful lusty aroma again, tasted his salty precum and fell in love with his cock as I licked my way up and down, sucking and teasing and pumping with my mouth. I swallowed his thrusts until he made me stop, not wanting to finish that way yet. "Get on the bed baby," he commanded, pulling me to my feet. I stripped off the rest of my clothes as I went, leaving me completely naked and exposed as I lay on my back before him. 

"Open your legs," he ordered. I complied, revealing my cleanly shaven pussy that was visibly soaked for him. When I saw how close he was staring, I reached down and slid my fingers inside myself, rubbing my swollen clit while he watched from the foot of the bed. Gulping, he pulled it together long enough to rip away his last few garments and join me. John literally dove on me, like a hunter attacking its prey, and pushed my hand out of the way only to replace it with his face. I felt his tongue licking at me, his mouth sucking on my inner lips and eventually my clit. 

Just as I began trembling from the pleasure, hovering at the brink of orgasm, he climbed up on his knees and positioned himself at my entrance. We locked eyes in the exact moment that he plunged his cock deep inside me up to the hilt, both of us screaming from the sheer perfection. I could feel every inch penetrate me, he could feel my tight wet pussy closing around him and clamping down on his shaft. Neither one of us lasted long that first time; we both began pumping like rabbits, fast and furious. A massive orgasm rocked through us both at the same time, leaving me shaking and panting, and leaving John pumping his hot fluid deep inside my welcoming body. 

When we finished shaking he lay there in my arms, still deep inside me. I pulled him close, not wanting him to leave me yet, trying to make the feeling of being complete last just a tiny bit longer. He lowered his lips to mine and I could taste myself on him. I began sucking his lips clean, loving the fact that he was covered in me. It was such an erotic sensation, and I was already getting aroused again. When I told him how much it was turning me on, he said that he could relate. 

"What do you mean?" I asked, wondering if he meant what I thought he did. 

"Well...the thought of your pussy, coated in my cum...God, it drives me crazy. If I didn't need a few minutes before getting hard again, I would already be fucking you." 

"Oh my God, that's getting me even hotter!" I exclaimed, looking up at him with passion in my eyes. 

"Then I know just what you need!" He got this excited look on his face and started kissing down my body, licking up our combined sweat and lapping at my nipples some more. He kept going until he reached my swollen core. At that point he stopped for a second and pulled back, spreading my lips wide with his thumbs. "Oh fuck! Just look at this wet pussy! It's covered with a mixture of us. That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I like seeing my cum on you baby, it's like marking my territory." 

With that said, he lowered his mouth to me, lapping up our juices. I watched his tongue move on me, and knew that I had never been so turned on in my life. He looked drunk, or like a starving man who'd just been given his first meal. His eyes were closed in concentration, and his tongue moved in the most wicked circles, up and down, dipping into the hole and coming back up to work at my clit. He slid his thumbs that were holding me open down and into my pussy, fucking me with them as he sucked on my clit. It felt so amazing that I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I began moaning loudly and squeezing my nipples, bucking my hips into his face. At one point he stopped and brought one of his thumbs up to my mouth.

"Here baby, taste us. Taste how fucking good we are together." I sucked his thumb into my mouth as he fastened back onto my clit, and I started moaning even louder around his thumb. We did taste wonderful, it was the flavor of sex and lust and primal need. I sucked and sucked on his thumb, squeezing my breasts and thrusting into his face, feeling my pussy clamping down on the two fingers he was now shoving inside me while devouring my clit. I put my hand on the back of his head and began shoving harder, fucking his whole face, and the tightened coil inside me just snapped. I began screaming, bucking and shaking, and I could hear him groaning from between my legs. When I had quieted down, he looked up at me with a lusty grin. "That was the tastiest treat I've ever had! God...I am rock hard again! What the hell are you doing to me?" 

"Come here!" I said, looking deep into his eyes with every ounce of need that I felt. As soon as he got back up on his knees and between my legs, my expression went from needy to mischievous. I clamped my thighs around him and grabbed his arms, flipping him over on the bed as I rolled. 

"Whoa! What are you doing young lady?" he teased. I knew from our conversations that he liked having a woman on top, and I wanted to show him that I could be just as good as he was. 

"It's my turn to torture you for a while." I grinned evilly. I took his hands and pinned them up by his head, leaning down and kissing him seductively. I could feel his hard cock brushing against my ass, sliding against my skin. I backed up slightly, until I felt his cock slipping between my legs, and I began gliding against it, rubbing it in my juices. 

"Oh God....that's not fair. That's downright cruel. God, it feels so good!" I watched his eyes roll back into his head and giggled, working my hips on him a little harder. I felt the thick tip of his swollen member brushing against my clit, and I focused on that, sliding more forcefully against it, using his shaft to masturbate. 

"Oh John...your cock feels so fucking good against me. Can you feel my hard clit rubbing you?" I leaned over and licked his nipple, sucking it into my mouth. 

"Yessssssss," he hissed through clenched teeth, eyes closed to the agony. I decided to step it up, raising up on him with my breasts proudly on display. I pulled his hands up to my tits and made him squeeze them roughly, until he took over on his own. I then leaned back with my hands behind me on his thighs, thrusting my tits out farther toward him and arching my back. "You are so fucking beautiful!" he said below me, staring up at the lovely picture I had displayed for him. I pulled up slightly, just enough room to reposition his cock so that it was probing my entrance. I looked down at him, and with no words spoken I slowly lowered myself on his shaft. Just partially...just the tip. Just enough for him to feel how tight and wet I was, gripping the head of his cock. He groaned deeply and instinctively started to thrust up into me, but I pulled away so that he never went farther than about an inch deep. 

"How long can you take it baby? How long can you handle feeling my soaking wet pussy around your cock and not sinking it all the way in?" I could tell that my words were affecting him too, he began moaning deeper and tossing his head from side to side, caught in exquisite torture. I slid a tiny bit deeper on him, then pulled back. "Can you feel that? Don't you want to be all the way inside?"

"Oh fuck! Just looking at you like that is making me want to cum. You are killing me here!" I grinned wickedly again, completely high on being able to make him desperate for me. I didn't want him to be able to hold out much longer, I only wanted him to need it as badly as I did. I had heard of people continually delaying pleasure, but I was NOT one of those people. I got my wish quickly when after one more swivel of my hips made him cry out, and his hands flew from my tits down to my hips. He grabbed them tight and pulled me down hard, while at the same time thrusting his cock up into me with every ounce of strength he had. We both screamed at the sensation of my body being impaled, and he had the added bonus of seeing his shaft disappearing inside me. 

I moved up and down on him, up and down, feeling my pussy gripping him tightly. He kept on thrusting, and they were wonderful, deep thrusts. When I felt that we were getting close, I got up on my feet and leaned over him, using his hands for leverage. This left room for even deeper thrusting, and I bounced and moved on him until I was ready to scream. I felt myself starting to cum, and I yelled out while pounding myself down onto him. As soon as he felt me milking his cock he was lost, and he gave himself up to the lust once again, pumping his seed deep inside me through his final thrusts and our screams. I fell over onto his chest, kissing his skin and holding him tight. He wrapped his arms around me and we settled into a nice afternoon nap. 

About an hour later I opened my eyes, feeling that I had just finished the most erotic dream of my life. When I realized that the body I was snuggled against was real, I almost wept for joy. This was the first time in my entire life that my reality had been better than my dreams. John was still sleeping, so I decided to have some fun and explore the body that had brought me such pleasure. I started to run my hands over his chest and stomach, feeling the course hair and loving the texture. I worked my way down to his thighs with long, lazy circles. He moaned briefly in his sleep, but kept on dreaming. I studied his dick, thinking it was beautiful even while at rest. As I kept up my slow caresses up and down his legs, I noticed that his shaft was beginning to stir. I glanced up quickly, but he was still fast asleep. Smiling wickedly, I leaned over him sideways, bringing my face right in contact with my waking buddy. 

I lightly ran my fingertips along its length, bringing them up to circle the tip. There was an immediate reaction, his cock stiffening further and beginning to rise. I knew a hunger at that moment that I had never felt before, so I glanced back up to make sure he was still asleep and then I started flicking the tip with my tongue. He tasted so good that I had to have more, sliding his shaft inside my lips further, feeling it thicken fully inside my mouth. I began to take him all the way in, sliding up and down with my tongue making circles around the tip inside my mouth. I heard a loud groan, and then the next thing I knew a hand was on the back of my head, holding me in place as his hips began thrusting. I continued to swallow his thrusts, moaning around his cock, loving the feel of him gliding between my lips. 

"Oh God!" he cried out, thrusting harder. I felt a hand start to glide up the back of my thigh, creeping between my legs and probing at my entrance from behind. He slid in easily, entering my hot wetness with two fingers. "Oh fuck! You're so wet!" I moaned louder around his thick cock, backing into his fingers as he thrust inside my mouth. We carried on that way for a few more minutes until his breathing became very frantic. "Please...I need to be inside you. I thought I could finish this way, but I have to feel you one more time." 

This pleased me to no end, because I was just wishing that I could have him inside me again. I pulled him slowly out of my mouth, climbing over him and straddling his cock, facing towards his feet. I slid down greedily onto his shaft, arching my back and moving slowly on him. It only took a few thrusts while watching my ass move up and down for him to grab my hips and push me forward. I went down on all fours, feeling him reposition himself behind me. Before I knew it he was up on his knees, grabbing my hips and shoving himself deep inside me again. I pushed back against him, meeting him, as he would pound his perfect cock into me from behind. I looked back at him over my shoulder and smiled wickedly.

"That's it baby, fuck me! Oh God, don't stop, fuck me until you cum! Can you feel how wet I am for you? How much my pussy wants you? Oh fuck yessssss! Oh John!" I started moaning and I didn't stop, needing him more than he could ever know. He grabbed my hair at the base of my skull like a harness, pulling my head back and fucking me even deeper. He brought his other hand down on my ass in a hard crack, leaving a sting that felt so good. I moaned deeply, not believing how turned on I was.

"That's my girl! That's my naughty little girl! I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight. You are mine! Mine! My wicked, naughty little girl!" I felt one hand dip into my juices around where we joined and was then surprised to feel a finger probing at my rear entrance. He slowly worked it inside, pushing slightly, entering my puckered opening, as I would thrust back into him. I had never felt so full in my life, and it was exquisite. I began shaking, barely able to hold myself up, and my pussy clamped down on him tighter than I had ever felt before. I began screaming, feeling my orgasm rip through me like a knife. "Yes! That's it, that's my good girl! Cum for me, let yourself go! Oh God, you feel so amazing," he moaned through clenched teeth, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming too! Oh God, my sweet little girl!" He began bucking his hips frantically, spurting his love with an intensity that made him weak. 

We collapsed in a heap on the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs. I looked at him lovingly, seeing the contentment on his face. I took a moment to myself to wish on the impossible, that this man was mine to call my own. I knew that it would never be, I could never ask for more from him than what he was giving me today. However, I still felt elated. I knew that he would never be mine, but I also knew now that true physical pleasure was possible, and thanks to him I now knew exactly the type of man to look for in the future. I was grateful to him for showing me how to live again, giving me hope for the first time in a long time. 

"Hey," I whispered to him, seeing his heavy eyelids starting to droop again, "I do believe I was promised lunch." 

"Well," he chuckled, "how about some room service? I don't particularly want to be anywhere right now other than where I am." We both smiled broadly, looking into each other's eyes. 

"You took the words right out of my mouth!" I giggled, leaning over to give him another kiss.



Afternoon Delight



We're in the park, and I'm pretty sure there's no one else around. It's hard to tell because Laura's tongue in my mouth and her tits pressed up mine are a little distracting. I'm into racy sex – I've already eaten her out in the bathroom of our favorite bar – but she's always upping the ante.

What started as an innocent lunch in the park, has taken a more interesting turn. She's sitting on the picnic table, lunch abandoned. Her tongue is making slow circles in my mouth and I've got my left hand underneath her shirt, inside her bra, rubbing her little brown nipples while she makes these inaudible sighs in my mouth. 

My other hand is up her skirt. Having already pushed the moist crotch of her panties aside, my two fingers are thrusting inside her as my thumb makes slow circles around the rubbery knub of her clit. She spreads her legs wider, opening herself up to me and I get a little rougher now, my fingers making a little slapping sound as I thrust faster and faster into her. The sighs and moans are no longer soundless and she takes her mouth away from mine and throws her head back as I continue to fuck her with my fingers. In and out, I look down and see that not only are my fingers covered with her juices, but there is also a creamy wetness on my knuckles. 

Her legs are splayed and her head is back. I pull up her thin cotton tank top and move her bra aside. Her lovely little tits always give me an excited tingle in my cunt. Small, but perky, they are the perfect mouthful. With her bra no longer in the way, I take her right tit in my mouth and rhythmically lick her nipple while she leans in and breathes warm and wet against my neck. She's grinding against my fingers, lifting her ass up off the wooden picnic table and reaching up to meet my fingers so they go in as deep as possible. My index and middle finger are pressed tightly together and I curve them up so I can touch the area near her g-spot. She's enjoying this, but this is not the way that she is going to come. I want her in my mouth.

No longer caring about getting caught, I pull my fingers out of her, place my hands on her shoulders and gently push her back so she is lying down on the table and I can focus on her pussy exclusively. Reaching up underneath her skirt, I pull her panties off her hips and down her legs and now she is all mine. I can see her, the outline of her pink, glistening folds, her brown little bush trimmed, but not too short. She knows I love the contrast of those wiry hairs with the soft slickness of her pussy – to press my nose against her fur while I probe those delicate folds with my tongue.

Kneeling down between her legs, I start at her knee, nibbling gently and working towards her inner thigh. I rub my cheeks on the incredible softness of legs. I can smell her, a musky, wonderful smell. I breathe it in and exhale a hot breath on her pussy, which makes her gasp in delight. I spend a moment making a few slow cursory licks to the soft fold in between her leg and pussy, and then move to her other knee and repeat the process. 

There, in front of her, my knees in the sand surrounding the picnic table, I'm taken out of the experience. Until I met her, I never thought of myself as bisexual or a lesbian. I'd always found women attractive, and had even masturbated to fantasies about lesbian sex, but I never thought that I would act on these impulses – they were strictly fantasies. One night, a few drinks and a conversation about our unsatisfying sex lives had changed all that though. As much as I loved my boyfriend, he just didn't want sex as much as I did, and when we did have sex it was never like it was with Laura. With Laura sex was hot, passionate, uninhibited and well...everything that I had always fantasized that sex with another woman would be like. 

Back to the matter at hand...She's had enough of my teasing and nibbling. She leans forward, grabbing the back of my head with both hands. In one quick motion she draws her legs up to her chest and forces my face to her pussy. I want it too and I do not resist. I eat her cunt like a starving man who's just had a plate of food put in front of him. Long firm strokes from her asshole to the top of her pussy lead to more concentrated attention on her clit. I slide my hands under her ass cheeks, cupping and kneading them while I suck her clit into my mouth and rhythmically pummel it with my tongue. My lips, nose and chin are wet with her juices. I'm in heaven. 

She brings her legs down now, her thighs pressing against either side of my face and her legs resting on my shoulders. Still focusing on her clit, I slide my hands out from underneath her ass cheeks. With my right hand, I insert two fingers inside her tight hole and begin to rhythmically fuck her again. I slide my left hand down the elastic waistband of my own skirt, inside my panties and begin rubbing myself. I surprise myself with how wet I am. The cotton of my underwear is soaked and my fingers glide easily in between by pussy lips and clit. 

Laura's close to orgasm now – I can feel her pussy tensing in my mouth. She bucks her hips and grinds herself against my face. I'm totally surrounded by her. Legs on either side of my face, my mouth pressed against her second mouth, my nose pressed into her bush, my fingers in her warm, wet cunt. It's hard to breathe but I won't stop until she's finished. I take her engorged clit gently between my lips, suck it and then slide my tongue into her cunt. 

Repeating the process, with a consistent, firm lick, I'm finally read to let her come and I know just what will push her over the edge. I slide my fingers out of her pussy, wet and completely coated in her juices. Still sucking her clit, I take my index finger and gently press it inside her asshole. Her hands now press harder against the back of my head, her hips buck even more wildly and even though her thighs are pressed tightly on either side of my head, I can hear her moaning, "Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming...please, please, please don't stop." Stopping is the last thing I have in mind. 

I continue those quick lapping strokes at her clit, my finger filling up tight little asshole. She shudders and gasps and I continue licking through it all. When the movement subsides, and I know she is done, I slide my finger out her asshole, but continue to gently, slowly lick her slit. I wait for her sign, and as she sits up and pulls me towards her, I stand up. She takes my face in her hands, damp from her juices and the heat between her legs. She takes a finger, slowly tracing a circle around my wet lips. She pushes her finger in between my lips and I suck it for just a moment. She slides her finger out of my mouth, takes my face back in her hands and pulls me in for a long, slow kiss. Our tongues press together and I taste not her mouth and her pussy and savor the feeling of her warm breasts pushed against me. Then she pushes my hair aside and whispers in my ear, "Your turn."



Afternoon Delight



I had gotten myself into a terrible sleep pattern since I had broken my leg and wrecked my knee, I would sleep until about 5 o'clock in the morning and then I just had to get out of bed.

My wife would leave for work about 8 o'clock and then I had the place to myself all day long, but I just couldn't go back to bed. Then about two or three o'clock in the afternoon I was simply beat and couldn't stay awake.

It was summertime and I was only wearing thin baggy shorts and a tanktop plus the heavy bandage around my knee and the cast on my lower leg. I needed to have baggy shorts so that I could easily get them over my cast and my heavily bandaged knee.

It was on one of those hot summer afternoons that I was laying on the lounger on the covered front porch having a beautiful nap that was just chock full of wonderful sensuous dreams. They must have been wonderful because I awoke with a huge erection that was poking well through the bottom of my baggy shorts and the young woman that delivers the newspapers was stood at my side.

"I'm collecting the newspaper money, its $11.50, Mr. Green. How's your leg doing now?" She said coyly as she kept glancing down between my legs. I reacted without even thinking.

"Which one?"

"The one with the bandage, the other one looks like its doing just fine, swollen but fine." She said with a big smile.

"Oh, my knee is still painful Karen, but it's getting a bit better. The painkillers seem to help." I said to Karen who had been delivering our newspaper for many years.

"You need to get tighter shorts, I could see most of your hard dick when I came up the steps." She said as she chuckled.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know I was on display. I better go in and get your newspaper money."

"Don't be sorry, I just thought you should know about it, in case some young person came by."

"Well thanks for letting me know, I was fast asleep really."

"Yes, I know and probably dreaming, I've been stood here 5 minutes."

"Looking at it?" I asked.

"Yes. More or less." She replied with a smile.

"I thought you were happily married, Karen?" I said as I hobbled into the house and she followed behind into the kitchen.

"I was until he took off with a young chick, almost a year ago now."

"Well you're still a young chick, aren't you?"

"I'm 29 years old now, over the hill I guess. The chick he picked up was only 19 years old." She told me as she stood waiting for payment.

"I'm sorry to hear that but at my age you look like a young chick. Listen excuse me a minute Karen I really do have to pee." I said as I painfully hobbled into the bathroom and she followed and stood in the doorway.

"Do you like to watch?" I asked as I smiled.

"Yes, it's been a while, do you need help?"

"I wouldn't refuse help from a pretty young woman." I said and she came very close and lowered my baggy shorts then held my cock while I finished peeing. Then she gently shook it and didn't let go for quite a while so I just started to get harder and harder.

"You seem very virile and well endowed for an old guy." She said as she chuckled.

"Hey, I'm only 56, girl. It's a good job you let go or I would have made a mess all over the seat." I told her.

"I could always continue." She said as she put her hand back on my hard cock and started stroking and pumping.

"God that's so nice sweetheart, but its killing me having to stand like this, do you mind if I lay down, on the couch maybe." I said and she eased up my shorts and turned for the living room. 

I hobbled behind her like a lap dog and once my shorts were off I lay down on the couch with my bad leg on the couch and the foot on the other leg on the floor. 

She knelt by my side and smiled then put one hand under my balls and the other on my hard cock as she began to stroke it slowly and gently.

Damn she was so incredibly good as she quickly whipped up my tanktop while I was gripping the couch and trying my best to push upwards into her hand. She had the touch of an angel as she stroked even faster and I leaned my head back and moaned loudly just before I violently shot my load all over my belly. 

Her eyes seemed to light up and she didn't stop pumping until the oozing had stopped. Then she seemed to be in a total trance as she very slowly pumped my cock and stared at the mess on my belly.

Suddenly she broke the trance and partially stood as she discretely removed her panties and then wiped away all of that cum on my belly and cock until it was virtually dry. 

Somehow she hopped back into those wet panties then brought my shorts and asked if I needed a wet cloth to further wipe my belly. I told her I would look after it later but she insisted and got a soapy washcloth and towel and then cleaned me up like nothing had ever happened.

I had a big smile on my face and she did too as I paid her for the newspapers and then she said that she should really start collecting here weekly instead of monthly.

"With pleasure. Comeback anytime during the day." I told her and laughed.

"You'll need several days to refill your peashooter." She whispered and then laughed as she walked away down the pathway.

It was almost 18 months since I had had intercourse with my wife, she has absolutely no sexual urges anymore and I can't seem to change her mind. But in all other respects she is a wonderful woman and I wouldn't dream of leaving her, so I was incredibly pleased with Karen's advances. 

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One week later Karen came back to collect the newspaper money again at pretty much the same time of day and pretty well repeated the same performance on the couch. Except this time she took off her panties beforehand and wrapped them around my cock as she expertly masturbated me and had me empty my entire warm sticky load of cum into her panties. 

When she had finished with me she slipped them into a plastic shopping bag, smiled and then left. "See you next week." She had said.

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Another week later we went through the same process and I told her that I felt better and maybe we could do something that would please her too.

She declined because I was married and she said that she didn't want to spoil my marriage by having sex. Then she told me that her wet panties lasted her nicely for several days and that pleased her at night in bed.

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Several weeks later I went back to work and since then I had missed out on those afternoon opportunities with Karen. But then she happened to come by one Saturday morning for the newspaper money and luckily my wife had gone shopping.

Karen was very nervous about using the couch that day so we went and stood at the side door, which has a window that looks somewhat towards the driveway.

"Why don't I put it right into your panties?" I told her and she looked confused until I put my hand under her dress and then put my hand down the front of her panties. "Right in here, I don't mean penetration." I told her as I slowly pushed my hand back and forth through her bushy pubic hair.

Her hands had already opened my fly and she was prepping my pecker as I continued slowly stroking between her legs. When I was hard enough I eased down the front of her panties and I pushed my hard cock inside. It went slightly downwards and between her legs then I eased the panties back up tight under my balls.

I gripped her bum and slowly pushed and we got a rhythm going which heated her up something fierce. With me being much taller my cock was riding downwards over her clit every time I pushed in and out between her legs. My god did she ever moan and now it was me that was scared that we would miss my wife coming home and be caught virtually with our pants down.

But her panting and her excited state of arousal when she orgasmed really did miracles for me and I was shooting my load of hot sticky cum into her panties in no time flat. Karen was so excited that she could hardly move for a good 5 minutes as her legs were trembling so much. I quickly pulled out of her panties after I had finished and wiped my cock in the bathroom then hugged Karen until she felt more stable.

"Oh my god that was so intense, why didn't we do that before?"

"I don't know sweetheart. But we're lucky this Saturday morning with the wife being out." I told her as we still hugged closely and eventually I had one hand on her breast and then other on her tight butt.

She must have been wearing a thin bra because I could feel her nipples harden and the squeezing on her butt cheeks must have been doing something for her because she put her hand back on my cock. 

Pretty soon I was hard again and she looked at me as if saying 'what now'.

"Turn around Karen and lean over." I said and she complied.

I lifted her dress and slightly eased down her panties then pushed my hard cock in between her legs and she reached down her hand from the front and held it tightly against her. Both her panties and pussy were still wet so I pushed slowly and in no time I was gliding in and out between her legs. The tip of my cock being held against her which must have been sliding beautifully between her wet pussy lips and striking her clit because she got all hot and bothered again.

"Oh Jesus, keep going, don't stop." She cried and very soon she orgasmed and that was enough to make me shoot my load of sticky warm cum again. I gripped her hips tightly as I kept cringing and then plunging between her soggy legs. How I didn't manage to slip inside her pussy I will never know but it really was an awesome event.

"Wow, I'd love to do that again sometime, but not here. Do you know that I never had an orgasm with my ex-husband, he was only ever interested in pleasing himself." She said and I asked if she wanted me to drop by her place sometime next week and she nodded that she would.

So now I drop by Karen's place weekly and we do our thing, we've still not had actual intercourse but I'm really not bothered because we make what we have seem so real without the actual penetration.

The End



Afternoon Delight



"Hey! What's up?" I heard a female voice say. 

I had just finished mowing my backyard lawn. I turned to the left to see my neighbor with her head above the wooden fence, smiling at me. 

Emily is a pretty brunette in her early twenties. A college student, comes back home to stay with her parents during the summer. 

I turned toward the fence, pulling off my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face and neck as I did. "You're looking at what's going on." I told her. "I'm just mowing the yard in the 120º heat, like an idiot man." 

I saw her eyes glance over my chest as I walked closer to the fence. Emily was obviously standing on something in order to peek over the top of the fence. She had her arms resting on the top of the fence and her chin was balanced on her hands. Her long brown hair flowed out over her shoulders, hiding what I guessed would be the straps of her shirt or bikini. 

I was always a little jealous of the pool next door. You could smell the water sometimes, and the sunlight would reflect off of it during the heat of the day. Whenever I heard people splashing in it on a hot day like this, I wanted to hop the fence and jump in. 

"Yeah," she replied, "it's way too hot to do that. You're going to die of heatstroke." 

"So what's going on with you?" I asked her, hoping to change the subject to something other than the heat. 

"I'm just hanging out. Mom and Dad left this morning for their annual trip to Colorado." She told me. 

"You didn't want to go? Or were you not invited?" I teased. 

She laughed and shook her head, "No, I didn't want to be the third person in a hotel room. That really isn't my idea of fun you know, sharing a room with my parents." 

As she shook her head, her hair shifted revealing a bare right shoulder. I assumed she was wearing some type of bikini top, but the bare shoulder made her look naked. I began to feel my cock growing stiff in my shorts. 

"Yeah, I guess you might cramp your parents' style," I replied. "Of course you might have also interfered in other ways, too." 

I left the meaning of that statement hanging in the air. She looked a little puzzled for a second, and then replied, "Ohhhh, gross! That's the last thing I want to picture them doing!" 

I laughed out loud. I always enjoyed the little chats I had with Emily over the years. She was always cute and funny and she laughed at every stupid thing I said. I was three years older than her and just about to graduate college. Back in high school, I was amazed at how she developed into a young woman. Today, looking at her over the fence, I again realized just how beautiful she had become. 

"Well," I said, "I guess I'll hit the showers and cool off." 

"You can always hop the fence and jump in our pool if you want." She said with a smile. 

"You mean that?" I asked her. 

"Of course!" she replied with another smile. "You can come over anytime." "Okay, I won't pass that up. It's just too damn hot." I walked closer in preparation of climbing the fence. 

"Be careful," she warned me. "Don't land on this bucket I've been standing on." Her head and arms disappeared below my eye level behind the fence as she stepped down. 

Again I laughed and said, "No problem, with any luck, I'll land right in the pool." 

I heard her laughing as she stepped away from the fence. I braced my hands on the top in order to lift myself up and over. As I pushed up and was about to lift my left leg onto to the top of the fence, I glanced over at Emily. 

She was walking away from the fence. Her back was facing me. I nearly fell over the fence. 

Emily was wearing red thong bikini bottoms. 

That's all she had on, just the bottom of the bikini. The thread of the back was lost forever in the most perfect ass I've seen. Her hair flowed down her bare back. From my viewpoint, she was tanned all over her body. As she walked away from me, her ass cheeks jiggled with each step. As she reached the edge of the pool, she took a quick running step and dove into the water. 

"Damnnnnn," I whispered out loud as I watched her swimming underwater. I stumbled my way over to a lounge chair and began removing my shoes. 

Emily pulled up from her dive and stood up. She was in about four feet of water. Her hair had slicked back on her head and she smiled as she walked towards me. As she approached, her breasts came into view. I sat there with a shoe in my hand, staring at her as she came closer. 

The water seemed to melt away from her body. I watched droplets gather in that sweet underside curve of her breasts, then to slowly drip off onto her belly. 

She giggled and said, "Are you just going to stare at me all day, or are you going to undress and get in the pool?" 

I awoke out of my stupor and said, "Ummm, yeah, I'll be right there." I kicked off my other shoe, tossed my socks on the ground, and stood up. 

As I was doing this, Emily was reaching down into the water. She came up holding her bikini bottom around her finger and twirling it in the air. 

"I won't wear mine, if you won't wear yours," she said with a mischievous grin. "I'm going to get a beer, do you want one?" 

"Sure," I replied, watching closely as she stepped out of the pool. 

Emily was naked, standing in front of me, with water cascading down her body. She suddenly stepped forward, and slid my shorts and underwear down in one movement. The way that she was bent forward while doing that, she was nearly hit in the face by my cock as it popped free from my shorts. 

"Mmmmmm," she whispered. "Why don't you rinse all of this sweat off in the pool and then come over there and have your way with me." She was pointing toward another lounge chair that was in the shade. She gave my cock a soft tug and turned away from me, heading toward the house. 

"I'll have your beer waiting for you," she said. 

I watched her ass jiggle as she sauntered away from me. 

She turned her head, knowing that I was watching her, and smiled. 

As hard as it was to do, I turned away from the view of Emily walking and I dove into the pool. The cool water felt so wet and refreshing. The chill of the water did nothing to diminish the rock-hard erection that Emily had caused. 

I swam around for a minute to rinse off the dust, sweat and debris that I had picked up while mowing the yard. When I finally stood up, the first thing I did was to look around and orient myself so I could see Emily. 

There she was, stretched out on the lounge chair. The chair was in a slight reclining position, and she was on her back, watching me as I swam. She had her lovely legs crossed at the ankles. Her breasts were so perfect. Emily's breasts were smooth and tanned, topped with slightly erect, pinkish nipples. Her long brown hair flowed out behind her, across her shoulders and slightly across her chest. She was perfect. 

If you've ever walked naked towards a woman lying down, you know how awkward it is to approach her with a hard cock. My cock seemed to point the way, attempting to get there before I did. It bounced and waved with each step. I stopped a few steps away from her and admired her lovely nude body. 

Emily giggled as she looked up at my hard cock. "I'm glad you brought along your friend," she said with a smile. "I can tell he's enjoying himself." 

"I can't believe I'm even asking this while looking down at a beautiful naked woman," I told her, "but do you have that beer? I'm really hot from mowing and I really need something to drink." 

Emily sat up in the lounge chair. "I'm sorry. I was watching you in the pool. Let me get it for you," she said. 

She was already sitting up. Now she spun her legs off of the lounge toward me. The movement placed her feet on the deck next to mine. Her face was now inches away from my cock. 

She looked at it for a few seconds and then she slowly looked up at me. 

Is there any man alive that doesn't just melt to jelly when he looks down and sees a lovely woman near his cock looking back up at him? That look is all so innocent and naughty at the same time. It is a look of questioning, seeking permission to do what you know you want her to do. 

I don't think my facial expression changed, but she looked me deep in the eyes and she knew the answer was a screaming affirmative. 

Emily slowly moved forward until her soft pink lips kissed the red-pink head of my hard cock. I stared in total disbelief as her lips softly parted to allow the head of my dick to slide into her mouth. It was like sliding my cock into her tight, wet pussy. 

Her hands went out to the back of my thighs, and slowly slid up to cup the cheeks of my ass. She gently pulled me forward a few inches as she swallowed more of my cock. I could feel her tongue working its magic along the underside of my dick. 

Emily's left hand came back around and she grabbed the base of my cock as she slowly slid it out of her mouth. Again, she repeated the whole process. I watched again as the head of my cock pushed past her lips into her hot little mouth. 

"Emily," I whispered, "I can't take much of this. I've dreamed about this for years. It feels so good I'm not going to last long." 

Emily looked up at me again, and slowly slid my cock out of her mouth. 

"Then don't," she replied. 

She went back to sucking my dick. Her hand and mouth began working together, sliding back and forth. She had my cock so wet and her hand and mouth were so tight. I began to feel my orgasm beginning long before I ever thought it would. I was about to come and come hard. 

My hips began to pump uncontrollably. Emily felt this and increased her attentions on me. 

"Ohhhhhh," I moaned. "Emily...Emily....I'm about to come, baby." I wanted to warn her before I ended up shooting my load down her throat. 

To her credit, Emily moaned deeply. That did it. The vibrations of her moaning, not to mention the incredibly sexy way that sounded, pushed me over the edge. 

I came. I came so hard I think my heart stopped for a second or two. Emily took the first large spurt in her mouth and down her throat. Then, she smoothly but quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth and pointed it downward. 

"Ohhhh, baby," she whispered. "Come on my tits. Come all over my tits. I want to feel it." 

I felt like I was coming over and over as I pumped my cock through her hand. Jet after jet of my hot liquid shot out onto her chest. I was thrusting into her hand in quick spasms. 

Finally, I slowed down my hip movements, but my cock just kept pumping. The last few spurts slowly dribbled out across her fingers. She relaxed her grip on my cock, but continued to slide her hand on it, rubbing across the head of it with her thumb. 

"Unnnnh," I moaned as my cock became too sensitive to her touch. I finally had to pull away from her hand. I collapsed onto the lounge chair next to hers, breathing hard, thinking I was about to pass out. 

"Soooooo," she said with giggle, "are you ready for that beer?" 

I looked over at her. The most beautiful girl I've ever known was sitting next to me. She had a radiant smile on her face. 

Huge drops of my cum were slowly sliding their way across her breasts. Incredibly, one load had landed just above the nipple of her right breast and was slowly sliding across the pink areola. Emily reached up with her cum covered hand and slid her fingers through the cum on her chest, sliding it around. 

She looked over at me as she worked the cum over her nipples. "I guess I need to clean up a little," she said with a smirk. 

She stood up. It was a reverse of positions from earlier. Now my face was inches away from her belly. I was staring directly at her belly. Her tightly trimmed pussy hair was so close to my mouth that I could see the hair moving from my breath. I could smell her arousal. 

I looked up at her face as she looked down at me. She knew what I was thinking. She reached out and stroked the close-cropped hair on my head. 

"Not right now, baby," she told me. "Let me clean up and get you that beer. Then we'll see what happens." 

She turned and walked away from me, heading toward the back door of the house. I sat there, still breathing hard, watching her walk away from me. 

Just before she got to the back door, she turned and looked back at me, knowing I was watching her. She smiled at me. 

This time, I followed her. stepped into the coolness of the house and found her in the kitchen. She had a damp paper towel and was slowly wiping away the residue of my cum. She heard me come in through the door and close it behind me, but she was in a trancelike state, as if mesmerized by what had just happened. 

Let me paint the picture if I can. A beautiful tanned brunette named Emily is standing in the center of her kitchen. She is totally naked and leaning against the large butcher-block center island. There is a doorway behind her leading into the dining room. The window in the dining room provides just enough light to showcase her profile. 

She is slowly wiping her breasts with a damp paper towel. As she wipes upward, her hand catches on the underside of her breast, sliding across her erect nipple, and then as her hand continues its upward motion, her breast falls free, jiggling softly. I can see her nipples standing proud, a combination of excitement and from the coolness of the air-conditioning. 

I'm standing in the kitchenette, observing all of this. Emily turns her head toward me and smiles. She wads up the paper towel and tosses it into the sink. 

"How about that beer?" she asks. She turns away from me and opens the refrigerator door. The bright interior light of the refrigerator is like a beacon on her body. As if she knows the effect this has on me, she leans forward at the waist with her legs slightly spread. The light allows me to see the lips of her pussy as she bends forward. She finds the beer bottle and then slowly stands back up. 

She sets the beer on the island counter and closes the door of the refrigerator. 

I walk across to her, my cock already rock hard again, leading the way. I open the bottle of the beer, and offer it to her. She takes a sip. As she does, I can't help but notice that the condensation on the beer has pooled down to the bottom of the bottle. As she tips the bottle, a water droplet lands on her left breast and quickly slides across her skin. 

Emily jumps at the unexpected cold droplet. I smile at her. She smiles at me and hands me the beer. I take a deep drink and swallow. It was just what I needed to refresh from the hot lawn-mowing. 

I set the bottle down on the counter and step forward to her. Her lips meet mine in an embracing crush. Our lips part and our tongues meet, teasing tip to tip. I work my way across her face to her ear, breathing heavily as I nibble my way down to her neck. 

She stretches her neck up to me, exposing the hot flesh to my lips and tongue. I savor the salty sweetness of her skin. I slide down to my knees and softly suckle onto each nipple, enjoying the hardness of them against my tongue. 

I looked up at her with a nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard until it popped free. She was smiling down at me. I slowly let my tongue do the walking and worked my way down her belly. 

Her hands went to the back of my head, softly guiding me. I could smell her arousal the closer I got to her pussy. She smelled good. It hit me somewhere deep inside and made me want to just take her right there. 

I stood up. She looked me in the eyes with kind of a disappointed look. It didn't last long as I quickly picked her up and placed her on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. I sat her naked butt on the edge and she fell back onto the island, her long hair flowing free and hanging down. 

She brought her legs up, ankles just resting on the corners of the counter as I swooped down for my target. 

She was wet. Hot, wet and clearly aroused. Her pussy was free of hair, except for the light brown tuft she kept closely trimmed. The lips of her pussy were full, and her clit was just beginning to peek out. 

No matter what they say, no man is really an expert at pussy-licking. We go at it roughly, fumbling around until we hit the right spots. Eventually, with a little luck, and guidance from a willing partner, we learn what to do. I'm no professional, but I get by. Today, however, I was reduced to a mere amateur, overwhelmed by what I was being given access to. Unabashed, I dove right in. 

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned as I ran my tongue slowly from the bottom to the top of her pussy. Her swollen lips parted as my stiff tongue worked its way through her folds. She was so wet. My face was quickly drenched. I took my time, licking, sliding, probing my way, until she finally reached down and grabbed my head, directing my mouth to her clit. 

"Oh, yeah," she moaned as I directed my attention to her little nubbin. I flicked my tongue back and forth rapidly. As I did this, I brought up my left hand and inserted a finger inside her. I could feel her pussy clench around my finger. I started a quick in-and-out motion. 

Her hips began to move up and down. She continued to hold my head to her clit, her grip getting tighter and tighter, pushing me into her pussy. 

"Oh. Oh.... Oh!" she practically yelled, followed by a deep, "Unnnggghhh!" as she came hard, slamming her hips up and down on the counter. 

Her hands pulled my head hard, and I pushed my tongue against her clit and held still as the spasms raced through her. My finger inside of her was clenched repeatedly by the walls of her pussy. 

She slowly relaxed, and then quickly pulled me away from her clit. As I pulled back, I flicked my tongue one last time across it, causing her to jump and another spasm to seize her body. 

I slowly slid my finger out and she jerked away at that too, her body all too sensitive as ripples of pleasure continued through her. 

I stood fully, and laid my chest lightly across hers. I held her as she continued to shudder. She wrapped her legs around my back for a second, but they weakly fell down after a few seconds. 

I stood up again and took this beautiful woman into my arms. She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck as I cradled her. She buried her head into my chest, her breath still coming in hard gasps. 

"Need....you....inside me....need you." She whispered in short whispers 

I carried her into the den. 

In what felt like one fluid motion, I laid her down onto the floor, my body coming down on top of hers. Her legs opened wide for me and I leaned forward, my hard cock meeting her hot pussy. I let it nudge against her a few times, parting her lips and coating the head of my cock with her juices. Her hands slid down to my lower back and she pulled me into her. 

She was hot. She was wet. She was tight. 

I thrust into her four times and came. Four strokes. That's all it took. I'm not ashamed of it. She felt that great. Besides, I knew there would be more to come later. I came hard, spurting my cum deep inside of her. 

She moaned as each jet of hot cum launched into her. 

"I can feel it," she whispered softly. 

"I can feel you coming inside of me." 



Afternoon Delight



We couldn't stop laughing as we sang along with the tune that just happened to start playing on the portable radio we'd brought with us to our picnic…

"Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
looking forward to a little afternoon delight.
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ignite
and the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting."

Well, actually, I couldn't stop laughing at her as she pretended to use a banana as a microphone…

"Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight."

"You're a nut!" I said when the song ended, and pulled her back on top of me.

First week of school; all the little darlings back in the classrooms and we had the whole park to ourselves.  It's nice being aspiring unemployed writers!  We work when we feel like it, and play when we don't… feel like working, that is.

"Well, sometimes I feel like a nut, and sometimes I don't!" she chirped, tossing the banana back in the picnic basket.  "Now… kiss me like you mean it!" she commanded.

I touched her sweet face with one hand and traced her lips with my other hand's fingers.  She parted her lips just slightly to allow my index finger to rest there, and holding my arm, she lightly sucked it as though it was a piece of that red licorice candy she had brought along.  Staring into her sparkling eyes just before I moved my mouth closer to hers gave me a shiver.  And we kissed.  I could kiss her for hours, or would like to, and it seemed like our tongue tango did indeed last that long.  Suddenly, though, she broke away and pushed herself off me.  Then she smiled that smile again, and with a cute giggle reached down and slapped my leg.

"Tag! You're it!" she laughed as she turned and ran toward the glimmering water of the quiet lake.  "Catch me if you can!"

Oh my God! I gasped.  Lucky the park was deserted, and lucky for me she's so sexy and uninhibited!  I sat on the tartan blanket, stunned as I watched her remove various articles of clothing without so much as missing a stride.  And running downhill, too.  Amazing!  Her perfectly executed dive off the boat dock showed me another hidden talent of this gorgeous artist I had never seen before.  She swam out about 50 yards… poetry in motion, the gleam of the sun in the ripples flowing over her naked body is a portrait I'll never forget.

Treading water then, she faced me and hollered: "Aw come on, it's not that cold!"

Easy for her to say, I thought.  She's not the one who's going to suffer shrinkage!  I stripped quickly and jogged to the dock, and after recovering from my belly-flopper dive, I joined her.  Yep… it was cold!  Shrinkage.  I'll have to let her go first when we get out of here, I made a mental note to remember.

After awhile, it did seem to warm up a bit.  Probably because our mouths were otherwise occupied with each other and that helped take my mind off the chilly water's temperature.  I never knew I could tread water without using my arms… my arms (and hers) were also otherwise occupied: holding each other in a tight embrace while our kiss continued.  So entranced was I that I didn't notice she had dropped one of her hands… if I had been skinny dipping alone, I would've thought the bump on my butt was from a passing bass.  Then, as suddenly as she broke from our kiss on the blanket, she broke this embrace too and disappeared for a moment under the water.  "Mmmmm…" I groaned softly; that definitely wasn't a fish stroking my pole!

"Not to worry, Hon!" she announced when she broke the surface.  "No shrinkage!"

In a flash, she was back-stroking her way further out into the lake.  The water sliding off her breasts and belly mirrored the afternoon sun; the waves she made with her legs rolled lazily back to where I dog-paddled.  I couldn't take my eyes off her.  Yep… poetry in motion; a sensuous sonnet.  I swam to her, and when I got near enough, she spread her legs slightly while she continued to propel herself.  Like a torpedo from a submarine, I zoomed in on her inviting target… and was able to get off a quick lick on her pussy lips before she flipped over and disappeared under the water again.  That's when I discovered what those people must have been thinking when the shark in the movie had come up and snatched them under!  We held each other as our bodies sunk to the muddy lake bottom… groping each other's asses, caressing each other's backs… and holding our breath together… like mouth-to-mouth without doing the breathing part.  Her nipples felt like little rocks pressed against my chest, while my rock hardness nestled against one of her thighs.  It was like suspended animation… like the slow-motion effect movie makers do to simulate a dream sequence.  And, once again, in another one of her surprise flashes, she was on her way back to the lake's surface.

"Race ya back!" she laughed when I emerged from the water's depth.  "Last one back has to take the bottom!  Ready! Set! Gooooooo!"

No contest.  Not because she had quite a head-start, and not because I'm not a good swimmer, either.  I could've caught her… but I like being on the bottom!  And besides, just in case there really was shrinkage, I would have been able to cover it up.  But, there was no shrinkage… and strutting back to where she laid on the blanket waiting for me, teasing me with that 'come-hither' smile… well, definitely… no shrinkage!  And as she climbed on board the ZZ_Todd, she sang sweetly, without a banana microphone or the radio…

"Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight!"



Afternoon Delight



"I need a shower." 

I say as I get out of bed. "Will you help? I'm so tired I can barely move." With a smile, you follow me into the bathroom, pulling two fluffy towels from the closet as you pass. 

I start the water, nice and warm, and slip behind the curtain. You follow me inside, gathering me in your arms, bending to press a kiss to my temple. You then lean my head back, pressing your lips to mine, your hands cupping my face. I purr from the back of my throat before you lift your lips from mine. 

You bend my head farther back, drenching it in the spray of warm water coming from the shower head. Reaching for the berry scented shampoo, you suds my locks into full lather, massaging my scalp with strong, sure fingers. I fall forward against you, leaning into you, using you for support. I am jelly when you touch me. 

You rinse my hair, keeping the suds from my eyes and then apply a coat of hair conditioner before rinsing that too. You then reach for the shower gel ~ cherry blossom ~ and work it into a loofah puff. Your hands follow a sure path, wiping the sweet scented suds over my shoulders, along my full tits, your fingers grazing softly across my nipples, drawing them into tight little berries. I sigh and can feel my pussy beginning to dampen at the slightest erotic touch from you. 

Your hands trail across my soft belly, down my thighs and, as you kneel to reach my legs and feet, your face presses into my mound of brown curls. 

For now, I feel your hands trail up the backs of my legs and you drop the loofah puff and cup my plump little ass as you bury your face further into my curls. 

Dear god, I'm going to lose control if you keep that up .... 

You press me back against the wall of the shower stall and spread my legs. Your tongue flicks lightly over my clit ~ you are there for no more than a taste ~ to make certain I am ready for you. I am. 

You stand, pressing your form against my sudsy body, my arms circling your neck, my mouth searching out yours. There, I find the slightest, faintest taste of me from before. I lick at your lips, biting gently, my tongue dancing with yours. 

And there, with your arm bracing against the wall of the shower, I drop to my knees, the water flowing over us like rain. I take your hardening cock into my mouth. I need to make certain you are ready for me. 

I lick you slowly, take you as far as I can, and then back out again. I lick the tip, tasting your precum there, and gently squeeze your shaft, thirsty for more. Your cock complies and I suck off the sticky fluid there. Your free hand is at the back of my neck, rubbing, massaging, urging me on but at the same time keeping me from going too far. You don't want to cum this way ... not yet. 

"No!" is your ragged whisper, just before you are taken over the edge. You push away and pull me up at the same time, your breath coming hard and fast. 

You look into my green eyes, hold my gaze for a moment, before pushing me back against the wall. Before was slow ~ this time it's too urgent. 

You push me up, brace me between the wall and your body, my feet no longer touching the shower floor. You spread my legs, hold me there and in one swift move shove the entire length of your cock inside my tight folds. 

I cry out at the contact, fighting the sweet pain that rips through my middle. You pull back about three quarters and then ram your cock inside a second time. I clutch your shoulders, my nails digging into your skin, leaving small pink half moon shapes there. I cry out, my body shuddering, so close to climax I am unable to fathom how I got there so fast. 

You take me ... fucking me hard and fast. Your lips are at my ear, words coaxing, reassuring, blessing, cursing. I can feel my release building, and I am desperate for it to arrive. 

"Please" I beg you. I beg you over and over for that release. Your pace quickens, your body shifts, and all at once I am plunged over the edge into a series of throbbing pulses, crying out in relief. 

In that moment, my cries beckon your own release. You give it to me, shouting with relief. Unloading shot after shot of warm fluid, coating the inside of my pussy, marking me with your scent. Your hips jerk, pushing in deeper and deeper still, not wasting a drop. 

We pant, clinging to one another for many moments, before you lower my legs and release my body. 

No words are spoken as we finish cleaning up, the water cooling quickly. You step from the shower first and then offer me a hand, and a smile, wrapping me in the great, thick towel and drying my skin. 

It's early in the afternoon ~ the whole day lay ahead of us. It's cold out, but the fire is warm and we curl under the comforter amongst the pillows. Finally catching our breath, you kiss me lightly and pull me close. 

**END**



Afternoon Delight



This is dedicated to and inspired by the one I love. I'm incredibly blessed to call you mine. Love you always, Handsome.

Having just woken up after a mid afternoon nap I walk through the apartment to get a drink. I'm dressed in my customary sleep attire; one of your t-shirts and nothing more. I smile as I lean back against the kitchen bench, recounting the deliciously erotic dream you'd been starring in as I napped. I feel a tingle of arousal spread through my body like a lightening bolt. It spikes off and teases my nipples, making them hard before finally pooling between my thighs to leave my sex feeling hot and damp with desire.

I glance up as I hear your key in the door, then the distinctive sound of the door opening and closing. Your keys clattering onto the hall table is the next sound followed by your bag landing on the floor near the table. I know the first thing you'll do is look for me, quietly moving through our apartment because when you left I told you I'd be napping. I bite my lip as I feel my hardened nipples brush against your t-shirt sending shivers through me. The arousal I'm feeling from the dream won't be denied and you're about to be the recipient of it.

I hear you go into our bedroom; probably thinking you'll be able to wake me up from my nap in one of your usual delicious ways. Not today, I'm already awake and intend to be the one surprising you with something delicious. I know the next place you'll look will be here so I stand to the side, out of your view when you first walk in. My hands itch to touch you as my mind runs over the many options for what I could do next. Why plan it out? I know as soon as you get involved we'll end up where I want. Orgasming intensely together in that way that only you can make happen. That way that leaves me spinning out of control, spiralling through the stars and around the moon until I'm crashing back to earth to lie breathless in your arms.

You walk in and before you've properly stepped into the room I grab your t-shirt and push you against the wall. As soon as your back hits the wall I slide my hands into your hair and kiss your mouth. Its not a soft kiss, nor is it tender or teasing. This kiss reflects how I'm feeling right now. It's aggressive, hard and undeniably passionate. The sound of surprise you make is lost in my lips as I kiss you, my tongue stroking over your lips before dipping into your mouth to further assault your body. 

I tingle as you growl with pleasure, that growl that always makes me so wet, so aroused. Your hands mimic mine and slide into my hair, as if you think I might move my head away. Well not today, not here and definitely not now. I want you too much to stop. I press my body against yours, loving the contrast between hard plains and soft curves. Moving my body sensuously against yours, sliding my torso, hips, thighs over yours. Feeling all those parts of you I know so well, the parts I've come to know as well as my own in the years we've been together.

My hands soon join in the caressing, moving over your body to begin to free you of your clothing. You growl again and I recognise that growl. It's the impatient one that tells me you need me here and now and nothing will get in the way. I stroke my hand over your zipper and realise you're rock hard, I give an answering growl to your own. Your lips slide from my own and move to my neck, kissing along my jaw to get there. I gasp as you bite me roughly, my fingernails digging into your hips as I feel those lightening bolts of arousal travelling through me once again. 

You slowly back me into the kitchen table, so lost in kissing the teeth marks you've left on my neck that you only realise we're there when my ass hits it and I sit on the edge. The evidence of your arousal is unmistakable as you press your hips to mine. I can't help but grind back against the hardness digging into me, desperate to have you inside me and to have you fill me in the way only you can. You're obviously feeling just as urgently aroused because suddenly I'm naked and your shirt lies on the ground ripped down the front. Who'd have thought the sound of clothing ripping could be so arousing?

Before I've had the chance to form a coherent thought you've turned me around and bent me over the table. My breasts press against the cool wood and I begin to rub my nipples against it, enjoying the coolness in stark contrast to my heated skin. I hear your zipper lower and close my eyes as I anticipate your next move. You move closer and this time instead of denim rubbing against my ass I feel your skin. I arch my back, moving my thighs against yours but you're not having any of that. 

You press one hand to the middle of my shoulders, gently pushing me back to lie on the table again. Your other hand is wrapped around your shaft I soon find out as you begin to caress the head of your cock over my sex, drawing circles over my clit with it. I moan as I writhe on the table, unable to do anything more as you gently press me to it. I reach my hands forward and grip the opposite edge of the table, fingers curled around it as I pant for breath. 

"Please.. please I need you.." I whisper into the table, alternating between being on tiptoe then flatfooted as I try to move my hips against you to get what I want. Your control seems to slip and with another growl you line your cock up with my sex and thrust hard and fast into me. I arch my back, moaning in pleasure as I feel you all the way inside me. You begin to slide in and out of me, hard and fast so I feel my hips dig almost painfully into the edge of the table. The pleasure outweighs the pain as you begin to jackhammer into me, harder and faster until we're both panting and moaning together. The table slowly inches forward with each thrust and reminds me of how hot it sounds to hear the headboard on the wall as you fuck me this hard in bed. 

I'm trying to hold back, trying to think of anything but this because it's too amazing to have it end. I should know better. You seem to know me, can read my mind and you growl into my ear "No holding back!" as your hand moves to caress my clit. My hips buck against yours as the orgasm I had barely been suppressing begins to boil up through my body. I close my eyes and moan, arching my back and pressing down onto your cock as if I could close the nonexistent gaps between our bodies. 

Your growled "Fuck.." in my ear is the only signal before you orgasm and begin to spill inside me. I moan loudly as I orgasm also, the spasms of pleasure combining with the warmth of your release. I melt onto the table, lying there panting for breath. You fall on top of me and I savour your hot weight against me, the sound of you panting for breath in my ear as you trace kisses over my shoulder. I close my eyes and only move as you move us, curling my body around yours as you pull out a chair for you to sit on and bring me onto your lap. I nuzzle into your neck and whisper "Hmm.. love you always." Smiling as you whisper it back and hold me tightly to your body. This is home. This is where I belong. Any where you are.



Afternoon Delight



They met during a job interview. She was in charge of fundraising for a cutting-edge nonprofit organization, having left behind a stultifying job adding to the already overflowing coffers of a renowned Ivy League college. He was extricating himself from a long legal career, hoping to lead the nonprofit's strategic growth plan. It was a panel interview with five interviewers and one job aspirant.

He had a submitted a requested writing assignment that had taken the panel by surprise with its sharp originality and capacious worldview. He had aced three previous interviews, and his appearance before the panel was eagerly anticipated. As everyone gathered and made their introductions, she was pleased by his non-traditional appearance: older, shorter and grayer, yet crisply dressed in tailored wool slacks, ecru buttoned-down shirt, lyrical flowered tie, and fitted navy blue blazer. He sported a neatly trimmed beard that belonged on his face, and a thinning but still full head of hair, which, like his beard, alternated between salt-and-pepper and monochromatic silver. She pegged him to be on the other side of fifty, but infused with an irreverent wit and incongruously youthful outlook. In fact, he was fifty-three, but his self-image was rooted at twenty-two. She didn't find him to be handsome, but appealing in a more general way.

She was an attractive bottle-blond, now approaching forty, with a husband and children, who realized she was being worn down by the ordinary burdens of life. The uber-hip organization she had recently joined with such enthusiasm had been revealed as the kind of Dilbert-plagued dysfunctional bureaucracy she thought she had left behind, albeit with a much lower paycheck. She still adored the poor middle-school kids they worked with, but she felt the weight of rolling the rock up the hill every day. Still, she knew that her life was a very good one and she quietly appreciated the undeniable fact that she drew admiring looks from men and boys of all ages. Attentive exercise maintained her slim, lithe and athletic frame.

After he was offered the job, he called to ask if she'd meet for coffee to help him decide whether to accept. There were, in fact, two Starbucks from which she could choose, one near the office and one around the corner from her condo. She chose the latter, after a brief internal monologue she pretended to ignore. On the appointed date and time, she arrived to find him already seated next to a comfy chair he'd saved for her. He wore a handsome leather jacket broken in from long usage, a starched French blue shirt, pressed khakis, and leather boat shoes. She told herself he still wasn't particularly good looking, but he did know how to dress.

She had taken far too much time deciding what to wear, finally settling on a pleated skirt that was just a little too short and a white shirt-collar blouse that was a little too snug. Her legs were her most appealing feature she knew, long and graceful, and she stepped into heels that were a little too tall for the occasion, but improved her posture to advantage. Her breasts were small but pretty, and she slipped into a lace bra and panty set that she'd have a hard time explaining, if asked.

As it turned out, they talked for an hour without ever really discussing the job offer. She found him both engaging and reassuring, someone to whom she felt comfortable revealing things about herself that she normally only told her closest women friends of longstanding acquaintance. Their age difference, the fact that they were both married with kids, the small and large disappointments they'd each accumulated over the years, all combined to open a conversational intimacy that she found both safe and bracing. She felt almost as if she'd been drinking, with his physical appearance improving the more she told him about herself and the more he listened to her shared confidences with real sympathy. As their conversation grew animated, they touched each other's forearms and laughed too loudly without feeling self-conscious, aware of their shared feeling of falling into close friendship.

At one point, her hand wrested on his thigh and remained there with perfect composure. Neither of them felt awkward about it, but she was acutely aware of enjoying the physicality and warmth of his limb. He said something funny and she squeezed him gently to show her amusement. He leaned forward to touch her on the shoulder and they paused talking briefly to dwell in the moment, he taking in her perfume, she his cologne. 

"Hey," she said. "I've got to call my husband and make arrangements for the kids." Her brain was calculating at a fast clip. "Could we stop by my house for a minute? It's around the corner." She fumbled with the key in the lock, working herself up into a barely contained state of tension about what the heck she thought she was doing, a rhetorical question she did not attempt to answer. She'd figure out a way to keep the house empty for at least a couple of hours, as she made a couple of quick calls and returned to the living room with an open bottle of wine and two glasses.

He was already seated on the loveseat, a good choice she thought, as she sat down next to him, flipped off her shoes and poured the wine. She extended her pretty legs onto the coffee table, crossed her feet at the ankles, flipped her hair back with her free hand, and fell back on the couch, angling herself ever-so-slightly in his direction, her blouse just grazing the fabric of his shirt.

The conversation resumed with the same comfortable intimacy they'd enjoyed at the coffee shop, and she refilled their glasses twice. It was easy for them to gradually inch closer together, shoulders connected, turning their faces toward each other, well aware of their physical and aural proximity and how much they each enjoyed the wine buzz. Their voices lowered as their mouths got nearer and nearer, and when she shifted to tuck her legs beneath her and turned toward him as she smoothed her skirt with her free hand, his eyes silently answered the question she had not asked. She quietly put her glass on the table, took his face in both her hands, and kissed him purposefully.

He reached behind her and pulled her to him, as their mouths opened wide to exchange heat, breath and searching tongues. They tasted each other with the same direct and genuine feeling with which they talked, just switching from verbal to lingual conversation. The kissing was deep, long and slow, each of them greedy and generous at the same time, unconscious of the dimensional world around them. They pulled each other into a moving embrace, squirming their torsos, rubbing their chests in exploration, massaging each other's backs. He enlaced his fingers in her hair and she relinquished any control to him, as he shifted his weight onto her and gently laid her back down. 

She welcomed him onto her, and felt his full erection against her skirt. She repositioned herself to align their crotches, and she took his ass in both hands and drove him into the space between her legs, swooning at the stimulation. Her nipples sharpened appreciatively, and she widened her open mouth and searched more deeply with her tongue. He pinched the points of her bra carefully, and she squeezed his round ass to convey her approval. She ground her hips into him, extracting a small whimper of appreciation from him.

Her skirt had flipped up shamelessly, exposing her tiny panties and creamy thighs. She brought her knees up and exposed herself to him, rubbing her swelling vagina against the considerable hardening behind his zipper. She was starting to become wet down there, which increased as he began to undo the buttons of her blouse, which she helped in a clumsy and eager way. He slid his hands underneath her bra, stroking the smooth alabaster skin of her breasts. She arched her back to present herself to him, and he lightly traversed each erect and perfect nipple with an index finger. She shuddered quietly and flooded herself with her own liquid.

They somehow managed to remove her bra and he suckled each nipple in long, slow arcs. She held the back of his head with one hand and his hardened cock with the other, exploring its length from tip to testicles. Her stroking increased in speed and intensity, to the point that he sat bolt upright to keep her from finishing him off. He grappled with his belt buckle and she managed his zipper, and they cooperated to heave him out of his pants and boxers. His prick was alert and ready, and she took it in both hands as if it belonged to her.

She squeezed and stroked his shaft, as he reached out and helped her out of her panties. They broke free briefly to throw off the rest of their clothing, gratified at the shock of their mutual nakedness, the instantaneous availability of all that skin, and writhed fiercely into each other, burying their tongues into each other's faces. Her hands went from his ass to his balls to his shoulders to his back, feeling his chest with her own, taking his cock onto the length of her pussy, grinding her clit as she rocked against him. He pulled at her ass cheeks, widening the space and presenting her anus, the exposure of which she was acutely aware. She stroked a finger up the entire length of his ass crack, and let her middle finger rest lightly on his asshole, causing him to drive his hips into her and driving his cock deep into her cunt. After impaling himself completely inside her wet heat, they both extracted him decisively, not yet ready to bring things to a conclusion. She gave his now wet hard-on an appreciative squeeze to let him know he'd soon be back inside.

Since they had already interrupted the festivities, she took him by the wrist into the bedroom - flagpole waiving proudly - and fell back onto the comforter, pulling him on top of her. She had just recently bought one of those all-in-one bedding sets from one of the hotel chains that cared about things like thread counts, and she was excited at the prospect of putting it to good use. The mattress was deep and wide and sumptuous, and they sank into it under their combined weight. Other than the fact that they were already naked and steaming, they implicitly agreed to start over by burying their tongues into each other's faces and losing their senses inside those dark cavities. They squirmed their bodies in shifting alignments, writhing like two snakes wrestling.

Finding himself now on the bottom, with his two hands in firm possession of the full mounds of her ass, grinding into his grateful prick for all she was worth, he pushed her torso up so he could take her breasts into his mouth. Her nipples sparkled against his tongue, and he flicked and licked them with his full attention. She was delirious with the need to help him, twisting toward him one way and then the other, so that he might do whatever he pleased with her chest. No longer feeling the divine pressure of his cock, she reached behind her and took him in her hand, applying enough pressure to make her squeeze her tits harder, making them both wince in gratitude. She pistoned his prick and somehow held herself back from climbing on board and burying it deep inside her pussy.

His mouth needed more and he knew where to get more. He pushed her ass up again until her cunt was poised above his face, and he dove in. She absorbed the jolt of electricity that shot through her and reached out to the pillows with outstretched arms, spreading her fingers wide to open herself to the maximum extent anatomically possible. He ate her with single-minded focus, and she rocked herself against him like an animal in heat. He did not relent, but fastened her ass in his grip and stretched his tongue as far as it would go, searching her slickness, covering his face with her mess and her stink. She released his prick and spread her ass cheeks apart, signaling that her asshole needed attention, an idea she could not have consciously expressed. His middle finger found the tightly closed threshold and applied a measured amount of pressure to which she responded by sitting upright and forcing his finger up inside her, and repositioning her pussy for maximum clitoral advantage.

Feeling her asshole relax, he stiffened his finger and let her guide him in. Both this hand and her backside were drenched with her fluid, so he met little resistance, and she widened the opening and settled herself down and, and slowly and carefully, took his finger deep inside her ass. Her head and shoulders fell back, her chest thrust forward and she held her own breast meats and pinched her nipples hard, as she rocked her pelvis and raked his face with her pussy. His tongue set to work on her clit, as she descended inside herself, unaware of the guttural noise she was emitting that needed to escape from confinement. She grabbed a handful of his hair as the cum poured out of her, soaking his beard and racking her in spasm. She was eternally grateful for his finger up her backside, making it impossible for her to hold anything back. She shook violently, but he did not relent, and he felt the direct current of her orgasm through his mouth and pulsating against the rigid dowel of his finger. They rode it out together, as she produced and he drank copious amounts of cum, served with a garnish of percussive sounds of repeated but insensible syllables.

Her release kicked out the supportive scaffolding holding her body erect, and she collapsed onto the bed in a sloppy heap. As they both struggled to regain their breath, their chests heaving together, she pushed herself up to her hands and knees and crab-walked her face down to his still-hard prick, straddling his face with her dripping hole. If she had to guess she would have assumed that steam billowed from her cunt like a manhole in a Martin Scorsese movie. She seized his cock with purpose and licked its tip, just as he pushed her ass down and swallowed her pussy again, albeit this time in the approved sixty-nine position. 

The art of the blow job was as natural to her as breathing. She had sucked off more men than she could count and enjoyed it each and every time. She could swallow if need be, but the important thing, she knew, was to make it last forever. If he couldn't take it that long, so be it. She lapped him up, down and sideways, and collected his balls loosely with her manicured nails. She paid close attention to his curly and fulsome pubic hair, as she swallowed him fully and offered him appreciative gagging sounds. She was aware of his tongue that was sucking her clit, and she ground herself into his face to offer encouragement, and bobbed her head with considerable rapidity as she corkscrewed his shaft in her tight grip. Her ate her out fiercely, and began to reinsert his finger into the void between her smooth but sticky ass cheeks. She knew a good idea when she got one, and offered her own finger at his hole. He leveraged his hips up off the mattress by pushing down with his feet, released her ass from his tight grip and directed his hands to his own cheeks to spread them apart and welcome her invasion. She complied with his instructions and sucked harder and faster at the same time.

His blazing cock felt magnificent in her eager mouth, and she covered its length and girth with her flourishing tongue. She made a quick assessment of the situation, and her firing neurons decided that, if she wanted to fuck him before their time expired, she needed to get on with it. She pumped his cock harder and faster as a last salute to the joys of fellatio, and then extricated her ass from his face and his embedded finger, and spun around to reposition herself for intercourse. She left her finger buried deep inside his squirming asshole, and lowered herself onto him.

They had long ago passed the point of self-restraint, and she took the full measure of his hardness inside her. There was no more room, but that did not keep them from trying. She did her best to drive her finger in his ass up to her elbow, which he clearly appreciated by attempting to fuck her through the roof of her vaginal cavity. She pounded his balls with her ass, as she sailed away on the song of her sharp voicings of intolerable pleasure. He accepted the reciprocal pleasure of enfolding her warm breasts in his cupped hands, and gently pinched her nipples without any conscious thought. She released words of one syllable and covered his pubic bone with cunt juice. You may cum at any time, she told him, without saying a word, a message he received and understood.

The difficulty of containing himself was advancing inside him, and he took control of her hips and timed the assault to his need. He was trying to prolong their effort, but the finger buried in his ass wasn't helping, or it was helping far too much, he couldn't quite tell. Now they were both making noise, and she was losing control of her spasms as he was relinquishing control over holding his back his own orgasm. No one was in charge anymore, they just bucked like donkeys and rode out the wave. It crashed onto him with a mighty surge, and the cum shot from him and filled her instantly and completely. He made noise with every spurting release, and she welcomed his flood and matched it with her own, overfilling the receptacle and gushing out of her and spilling down his ass, soaking as much of her hand as was exposed from his asshole. He clenched her buried finger to prevent an escape that she did not try to make, as she continued to ride him across each seismic event.

Eventually they stopped moving, their hearts pounding and their chests heaving. They somehow found each other's mouths again and explored each other's tongues, but now in a languorous arc that was unconnected from time and purpose. They thanked each other with a thousand long kisses, a fused embrace from which they did not separate themselves even when they heard the unmistakable dry click of the front door being opened.



Afternoon Delight



Lying back in the seat, eyes closed, I was enjoying the sun kissing my bare legs and arms. I felt the wind from the open window rush around my body. My black hair whipped around my face, my skirt over my legs. 

I don't know how long we'd been driving for or even where we were going. I was just relishing being in his presence. I had been dozing in and out of consciousness for a while, occasionally stirring from the feel of his hands as they brushed along my bare leg or at the whisper of cleavage showing out of my cami top.

I must have dozed off again as I woke with the touch of his mouth against mine. I opened my eyes and kissed him back. Pushing him away, I wanted to take in the scenery surrounding us. We were parked at the end of a dirt track, and as far as the eye could see there were fields of grass. We were totally alone. 

He had got out of the Ute and was now opening my door and helping me out and into his arms. We kissed deeply, bodies close, hands possessing the other. We had only just started and control was already slipping from both of us.

He took hold of my hand and led me around to the back, lowering the tailgate. His strong arms took hold of my waist and lifted me so I was sitting on the edge of the vehicle. I parted my legs so he could stand between them, I pulled him close, he enveloped me in his arms and once again we were kissing deeply. Our kisses were full of heat and passion as they always were.

He lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his well defined body. I traced my hands from his shoulders down to his torso. I loved feeling the ripples of his muscular body. The sun was warm on his skin and the air was filled with his musky scent. Moving my hands down across his hips my fingers brushed against his cock which was straining against his jeans.  

I unbuttoned them, releasing his hardness. He pushed them down over his hips and stepped out of them. And there he stood in front of me – naked and beautiful. He placed his hands at my waist and removed my top, freeing my breasts into the warm air. Putting both his hands on my face he kissed me softly. 

I just melted. The heat in my body was rising, from my chest down to the swelling of my pussy. Sitting there in the open air just in my skirt was amazing, it was liberating. Almost naked for anyone to see, more importantly for him to see. I placed my hands behind me and leant back, I could feel a blanket underneath me. He climbed up onto the truck beside me and lay down over me. 

My body sighed at the feeling of his naked skin against mine. I shifted my hands down to untie my wrap skirt. I wriggled so it was free from my body. His hands followed mine and to his delight I had been naked under my skirt. He slipped his hand between my legs, and lightly fingered my already moist pussy. I moaned out loud, he knew all my good places.

It only lasted a moment then he moved off me. He was now sitting at the front of the tray with his back against the cab. He looked very comfortable, inviting. I parted his legs and crawled between them. I stopped when I reached his cock. I licked the entire length of him, when I reached the tip I took him into my mouth. He groaned out in pleasure. 

With my hands on his thighs I continued to work him as only I knew how. With my teeth I lightly bit him, with my tongue I licked the length of him, with my lips I took the whole of him deep into my mouth. He held my head exactly where he wanted me and guided me up and down over his cock. We were moaning together, I loved this feeling, this power. It excited me almost as much as him.

As I was getting completely lost in the moment, I felt him place his hands under my arms and pull me towards him. I straddled him, taking his cock deep into my pussy as I lowered myself. And there we were, still, enveloped in each others arms, as close as we could get. The hot sun almost burning our naked skin.

Then once again there was movement, mouths kissing hungrily, hands moving possessively, but our hips still remained as one, pushing against each other..... hard and deep.

The heat in my body was rising rapidly. It was surging around my body; the ache deep inside me was growing till it was almost unbearable. I had to move, get myself from him – even just for a moment. I stood up off him, he sighed in disbelief. I closed my eyes and was enjoying the air rush around my slender body when I felt him grab my ass and pull me close to him once more.

I placed my hands down on to his shoulders. He ran his fingers along the centre of my heat, and spread my lips apart, and then with his tongue he lightly licked the folds of my skin, feeling my wetness. My knees buckled and I couldn't catch my breathe as he turned his attention to my clit. Using his teeth he gently bit and tugged at me. A scream escaped my lips as I was ready to give in to him.

He took this as his cue to stand up.  He took me into his arms and turned my around so I was looking over the front of the Ute, my back to him. I placed my hands on the top of the cab, bent slightly over so my ass was against him.  I felt him step back and look at my ass, I knew he loved it. He then stood back against me and I felt his erection hard against me. 

He grabbed my ass and pulled it hard against him, letting his cock slip between my legs against my wet pussy. Moving his hips against my tight butt he was stimulating my clit to no end. I started grinding against him. I changed the angle of my hips allowing him to slide into my pussy. My body took him easily, my muscles closing around as he entered me. He felt incredible. 

I moved my hand down between my legs to play with myself and to also feel him thrusting in and out of me. Once again the climax started to build in me, my pussy was throbbing and with every movement he hit that spot deep inside which only intensified all my nerves. 

His pace was building; I was screaming his name as the orgasm started to take hold. And just as I was ready to fall over the edge into bliss he pulled out of me. He took hold of his erection and rubbed himself along my ass. He was so wet, covered with my juices. 

I moved my hips against him. I need him in me again. With his hands on my waist he thrust deep and hard once more. My hands were now back on the top of the Ute, pushing my ass out against him. He filled me up with his delicious cock, pounding hard against me. He moved one of his hands around me so he could tease my clit at the same time. 

He started to move quicker, he was losing control, as was I. I heard someone scream, I opened my eyes, then I realized it was me. The pleasure had taken me over. My god – the sensations were out of this world. He was also moaning out loud. 

He was speaking my name, I knew he was close. I lost track of it all, the only thing that was going through my mind was how to satisfy this ache. He continued to thrust and I just kept grinding my hips against him.  This was it – I couldn't hold on, I screamed, the orgasms were rolling out of my body like this bliss would last forever.

Then when I thought I could take no more he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me in close and with one final thrust I felt him cum. His body shuddered against mine - I'm sure he orgasmed more than once. Once he was finished he pulled out of me and collapsed over my sated body. We stood there for a moment relishing in our ecstasy. 

After a short time we both sat back down on the floor of the tray, taking in the scenery, basking in each others presence. Then we curled up on the blanket in the warm air and fell asleep. 

We woke, the sun was down, the sky was full of stars but all we could see was the others naked body, the only thought was how we could please each other this time .........



Afternoon Delight



Rebecca is, without a doubt, a beautiful woman. Now in her forties, she has long blonde hair that she often wears flowing over her shoulders. Average height and weight, she has large, expressive hazel eyes and a truly peaches-and-cream complexion. Her breasts are perfectly shaped and still quite firm, and she has plenty of curves located right where they need to be. Men stare at her wherever we go. Now, that would be a problem were I the jealous type. I'm not. In point of fact, I'm as far from jealous as you can get. Rebecca and I are swingers, and have been for quite some time. We don't get to have as much fun as we might like, but we still like to "play" when the opportunity presents itself. Our favorite playtime activity is the good old MMF threesome, and Rebecca is frequently on the lookout for suitable participants. 

One such participant was Doug. Now, although things didn't work out so well with Doug, Rebecca really liked him. This is my story told from her point of view.

*

We'd had one wild three-way with Doug. It was so hot! My husband had really enjoyed watching me suck and fuck this man's rigid cock, and I loved having that hard cock in my mouth! I know Doug had a good time, and I loved having both of them crawl all over me. I really am a greedy wench! Doug, however, seemed a little shy with my husband being there. He's one of those guys who just feels there should only be one star on stage during any given performance. Shy? It didn't seem the case, not this man who was the BOSS at work and in all other aspects of his life. He appeared to be very driven and focused. 

Doug had a major case of the hots for me. In fact, he had told my man that he couldn't get enough of me, that he was hot for me all the time. This man's lust was driving me crazy! I told my husband that Doug's lust for me drove me nuts, and that I loved teasing him. I wanted to fuck him again, but I really wanted my husband to watch us! I knew just how hot it would make him. I love turning fantasy into reality! I always have and still do! 

The last time the two of us got together was just one of those things. On a quite regular basis, he would invite me to have lunch with him. He would be hoping for dessert, but I liked to tease him. My favorite thing to do was to entice him into wanting me badly. My goal was to inflame him into giving me what I really wanted...the threesome I craved! Doug would leave the very public lunch table with a raging hard-on, and would have to return to work with balls colored blue. It was fun for me, but it was somewhat painful for poor Doug. I am a wicked flirt when I want something! 

One day I surprised Doug by showing up at his office shortly after his coworkers had left for lunch. Since there was no one around, I wrapped my arms about Doug and covered his lips with with mine. We kissed deeply. Then Doug expertly maneuvered me to my car and leaned into my body for another kiss. His obvious desire was having an effect on me. It was then he did something that cancelled the lunch. His large, strong hands slid into the back of my jeans beneath the waistband of my tiny panties and onto my soft, round ass cheeks. Gripping them roughly, he probed my mouth with his tongue and pressed his hardness against me. That was it. His smell, the taste of his lips, the feel of his hard cock through his jeans meant that I was undone. As I rubbed my pelvis against his dick I was dripping with moisture, and I decided I was going to fuck him. 

I drew him into my car and drove the short distance to my home. I took him by the hand and brought him right into the house. After I seated him on the couch, I straddled him. We were both fully clothed at this point but, as I kissed him passionately and ground against him, Doug was undone, as well. Groaning with lust, he kissed me and moved his body against me in a way that made me shiver with desire. I desperately wanted this man.

He stripped off my top and unclasped my bra as I unbuttoned his shirt. We kissed as I rubbed my full, lush breasts and hardened nipples on his bare chest. I slid off onto the floor and freed his throbbing cock. I could see the clear, sticky pre-cum oozing from the head of his cock. I wanted a taste so, with Doug gasping, I sucked him fully into my greedy mouth. He stopped me just moments later, as he didn't want to explode in my mouth! He had other plans for that hard meat! We quickly moved to the bedroom and stripped off what was left of our clothes. He pushed me to the bed and covered me with his body. We writhed and moaned skin to skin. We became desperate for more contact. As Doug moved upon the surface of the bedding, he was moaning just as loudly as me. I had maneuvered my head near his cock and began to suck him again. I just couldn't get enough of the taste and feel of his thick shaft. Sucking his cock made me so hot that I couldn't resist touching myself. The sight of me licking and tonguing his pulsing dick while I fingered my wet pussy was more than Doug could bear. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth to keep from shooting the entire wad into my mouth. What he wanted was to fuck NOW! He flipped me over onto my belly. With each hand on an ass cheek, he roughly pulled my bottom into position and sank his cock deeply into my pussy. His hardness plunging into my sweet, hot pussy nearly sent me into spasms of orgasm, but I managed to hold off. The physical movement of getting me into position seemed to have staved off his orgasm, too. We settled into a sweet, steaming, driving rhythm.

We were both moaning with pleasure. I was wailing into the bed covers as I gripped handfuls of sheet and blanket. Doug, for his part, clutched my lush thighs and watched his cock slide wetly in and out of my pussy. It was all too good! Doug began to pound me faster and harder, which drove me over the brink. The walls of my swollen pussy squeezed him as multiple orgasms swept across my body. Doug began to grunt loudly as he came, spurting gobs of sticky cum deep into me. 

Spent, we both collapsed onto the bed and lay there for quite some time. We talked and touched some more. Eventually, though, I trailed kisses down his belly and tasted my juice and his cum on his freshly rising cock. Soon, we were back at it again. In fact, we fucked twice more before the afternoon disappeared.

Alas, as much as I enjoyed fucking and sucking Doug, he would not give me what me I really wanted, my cherished threesome. I still have very fond memories of that afternoon delight! Just maybe, though, someday soon I will lure Doug to one of the local motels for some dirty motel sex. You can be sure of it! I always get my man, and Doug is weak. He loves being naked with me, so it's just a matter of time. Seduction is my middle name



Afternoon Delight



Kelly's car was one in the driveway. Though it had been my hope, I hadn't expected to find her home. It was, after all, only 3:30. I never stopped in the middle of the day--certainly not unannounced. A flutter of excitement tickled my soul as the realization came to me. Kelly was there and we would be alone.

I pulled my car in beside hers and parked it in such a way that it would not be seen from the house. As usual, the garage entrance was unlocked. It was Kelly's entrance of choice. As quietly as I could, I slipped through the garage and into the adjoining kitchen. 

On the first beautiful day in April, I thought I knew Kelly would be at the back of the house soaking in the beauty of early spring. I slipped out of my shoes, tiptoed to the sunroom, and peaked through the door. There she was, sitting with her back to me, a John Gresham book in her hand.

The sight of Kelly Nystrom never failed to take my breath away. She looked exquisite. He long red hair cascaded over her shoulder hiding the fair white skin of her shoulders. She looked relaxed, snuggled as she was into her chair and bathing in the sunshine.

As quietly as I could, I crept up behind her, bent and gently kissed her cheek breathing in the rich scent of her hair. With a contented purr, she leaned in for another kiss before turning her head so that our lips could touch.

"Peter! What are you doing here?" she purred as my lips caressed the base of her throat

"Looking for the most beautiful woman I know." She turned her head in search of my lips. "What are you doing home at this hour?"

"I'm waiting for my husband." Our lips danced with gentle expectation. 

"When do you expect him?" I whispered as I wove my hand through her long, silky hair.

"He's not supposed to be home until five." 

She closed her book, laid it on the table, and climbed to her feet to face me. Taking her hand and pausing before a real embrace, I surveyed this gorgeous beauty from head to toe. She was almost half my age and yet was willing to grace me with her presence. I knew how fortunate I was.

"That gives us an hour and a half."

She shook her head. "An hour. He's taking me out for dinner and dancing. It's our first anniversary, after all."

"He's a lucky man!"

"I know. And I also know that he's expecting to get lucky tonight." A coy smile crept across her face.

"...and...?"

A shy dimple deepened on her cheek. Then in a demure voice, she whispered, "We'll see what happens between now and then." 

Without another word, I pulled Kelly into my arms. The touch of our lips was tentative at first. Then, as though we were two carnivores with a voracious hunger, we attacked each other. Whose tongue achieved first penetration was lost in the instant. For a long moment, our tongues danced in the joy of the embrace. Kelly's hands, looped around my neck, played with my hair and insistently pulled my kiss closer. 

My hands snaked around her back to luxuriate in the soft skin left bare by the halter dress she was wearing. The touch of my fingers to her skin was electric and I could feel myself already hardening. I left one hand to savor the sensation. The other hand slipped down, across the green polyester/spandex material of the dress to the most beautiful bottom hands could hold. 

Again, the timing of events is a blur in my mind. Whether it was me that pulled Kelly's bottom or Kelly who thrust her hips toward my hardness, I will never know. All I recall is the purr of delight as my hardness and her softness crushed together. 

Kelly broke the kiss and leaned her head back as she took a deep, contented breath. I nuzzled my face into her long, shimmering hair until I found the tender place on her neck that never ceased to produce a reaction from her. A moment later she let out a low moan and whispered, "Oh God! I love you, Peter!"

I took that as enough of an invitation. I slowly pulled the tie at the back of her halter dress, releasing the dress's top. As the top of her dress fell to her waist, the succulent mounds of her breasts popped into view. After only a brief flick of my thumbs over the sensitive tip, her nipples began to reach out to me, demanding attention. I was eager to comply, taking first one and then the other between my lips, gently sucking, rolling, and teasing them.

Because of the difference in our height, I sat on the edge of the chair where I could more easily pay homage to the perfection of her breasts. I had always known Kelly to have very sensitive breasts, but today, I was able to bring Kelly to new heights. Hearing her breathing becoming more ragged, I slipped my hand to the top of her boots and under the hem of her dress, sliding it slowly up the tender inside of her thigh to the vee at the center of her passion. 

The material of the tiny thong was already damp to the touch, but I intended to make it even moister before we proceeded any farther. As I softly kissed and nibbled my way around her breasts, I gently drew my fingers in circles over her sex. 

"Oh yes!" Kelly moaned as her first orgasm approached. She squirmed and pressed her pelvis against my fingers with an ethereal look of urgency in her face. I held her at the brink as long as I felt advisable before offering her the release she craved. When her orgasm came, it nearly knocked her from her feet. She whimpered and moaned in delight as wave after wave washed over her. 

The glassy twinkle in her eye coupled with her contented smile expressed her love better than words. I was able to hook my fingers under the bunched top of her dress and slide it over her hips and let it flutter to the floor before Kelly pulled me to my feet and began attacking my clothes. My jacket and shirt were off me so quickly that I was afraid she would shred them. She barely had my pants opened up before she dug her hand into my boxers in search of her prize. 

While Kelly stroked my hardness, I came to her aid, pushing my slacks and briefs down, dropping them to the floor. As hard as I was, the soft, yet insistent ministrations of her hands, tongue, and lips, made me harder still. She was almost exactly twenty years younger than I, but this woman always seemed to know exactly what she wanted in life. This was no exception. With a sixth sense, she knew exactly when my ardor had reached its zenith. Never in my life had I felt bigger, harder, readier.

Kelly wanted me to know that she was ready and now so was I. It was time.

Still, I had an hour and intended to use every minute of it. There was no hurry to consummate the afternoon's passion with this young beauty. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her thong and dropped it to the floor. I was naked except for my socks. Kelly was naked except for her boots. I offered Kelly my hand as she slipped to the floor in the middle of a puddle of sunshine.

The image of her lying in the sun left me breathless. Her slender body glowed; her hair glistened as it formed a radiant pool of red at her head. Her breasts formed two inviting mounds on her chest with nipples that stood tall and proud. The tiny streak of read hair at her waist pointed me toward my goal.

"Has anybody told you just how beautiful you are?" I whispered.

"Mmmm," she purred. "Well, I know at least one person who thinks that way."

"If you think there's only one person who sees your beauty, then think again!" 

She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed my fingers before pressing them to her cheek.

I knelt for a moment at her feet, with a touch to her ankle urging her open for me. Then, beginning just below her knee where the leather of her boots ended, I kissed, licked, and nibbled my way up the soft, inner flesh of her thighs until I found my target. Lifting her bottom from the floor, I explored her most intimate region with my tongue.

I began by sucking each of her lower lips into my mouth, savoring her delicate flavor. Even though I was careful to avoid the sensitive bud at her core, Kelly began to shiver with anticipation. Working my tongue around the edges of her sex, I teased her as long as I could. Kelly responded with moans of delight. As she climbed toward the summit of her passion, I dipped my tongue into her as far as I could, delighting in the flavor that was Kelly Nystrom.

Finally, I attacked her clit. Kelly purred with pleasure as I sucked the bud between my lips. Then, my tongue used it as a punching bag as I flicked it furiously. Kelly arched her hips into me and shrieked her pleasure as her second major orgasm enveloped her.

Kelly didn't wait to come down from the summit. She quickly repositioned herself, ordering me to roll on my back. Then kneeling over my head, she gently settled herself on top of me like a kitten nestling herself onto a pillow. This kitten, however, had positioned her sex over my mouth, demanding more. She was also quick to take my rigid pole into her mouth.

We both worked frantically, in a race to see who could be the first to bring the other to a climax. Having already had two massive orgasms, Kelly had a long head start, but I won the race. Kelly's hands and lips working in tandem brought me to an explosive end. As I filled her mouth with my offering, Kelly, herself, crossed the finish line with a third orgasm.

Not ready to end the game, Kelly continued to work on my member until it was nearly at its former state of readiness. When the moment was right, I rolled Kelly onto her back and positioned myself between her legs. "Oh yes!" she moaned as the head of my cock slipped between her lower lips. With a slow determination, I slid into this petite red-haired goddess. Like a sword sheathed in a velvet scabbard, I slid in until I was fully seated into her. 

I was in heaven. 

The tight, young pocket of her sex enveloped me and held me tight. Our eyes locked as we savored the moment of our joining. Then, beginning with slow movements, I began rocking in and out of her. Her eyes spoke the words I knew were in her mind.

I repeated them with my lips. "I love you, darling," I whispered.

Once again, it felt as though we were in competition to see whose passion was more intense. Kelly met every one of my thrusts with one of her own. As her passion became more intense, she locked her legs around my waist. The long stiletto heals of her boots racked my back, for an instant making me wish that we had paused to remove them. But then again, why would I have wanted to delay this passion for another second. 

Kelly's head lolled back in ecstasy as our hips pounded together in a race to the finish line. This time the pursuit ended in a tie. As Kelly crossed the summit, she shrieked in joy. The spasms of her ecstasy brought me to completing and I joined her, filling her with my seed. 

Not letting my member escape her velvet vice, Kelly wrapped her arms around my neck and tightened her lock--legs and arms holding me in an unbreakable embrace. "Oh God! I love you so much, Peter."

Like two contented animals, we lounged in each other's arms, soaking a pool of April sunshine for a long moment. The chime of the clock in the hallway marked the hour as 4:30. With a deep sigh, Kelly whispered, "I guess I'd better go and get ready again. You seem to have left me a mess."

"But a gorgeous mess," I said.

With her finger, she gave my nose a gentle bat. Neither of us made a move to break the moment, however.

"So you never told me, Peter. What was it that brought my handsome husband home in the middle of the day?"

"I'd love to say the sex, but I can't. Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"I took the afternoon off; I had to meet someone today."

My heart skipped a beat. I lifted up so that I could look my wife in the eye. 

A wicked grin crept across her face. "What? Do you think I'd really take a lover?" 

I cupped the fullness of her breast in my hand. "With a wife as gorgeous as you, the thought did occur to me. I can think of a dozen guys who would happily apply for the position."

Kelly used her carefully manicured fingernails as a claw and batted my nose again. "Never," she whispered. "Never. Never. Never."

I laced my fingers in her hair and pulled her lips to mine.

When our embrace ended, Kelly continued to hold me tight for a long moment. "Well, maybe that's not completely true. I can think of one other man who is definitely going to share my body."

The impish look that snuck across her lips made me momentarily nervous.

"Oh! Let me assure you," she giggled. "He is going to be even more anxious to get his hands on my breasts than you are."

I tried to pull away, but Kelly held me even tighter, looping her leg over my body and locking herself to me.

"He's a lot younger than you, but I'm sure he's at least as handsome."

"What are you talking about? You sound like you're looking for a lover."

"Oh, I didn't say lover; you're my only lover."

"Kelly, would you make sense?"

She rubbed the back of her hand across my cheek and gave me a gentle kiss. "Well, because you have been such a good boy today, I'll give you your anniversary present early. I was going to wait until after dinner and dancing but..."

"Kelly...!"

"At the end of summer, a young man will be coming to live with us."

"Who?"

"I'm thinking that his name should be Peter Nystrom, Jr. What do you think?" 



Afternoon Delight



"This day could not possible get any worse," I thought to myself, coming out of yet another meeting. Practically from the moment I'd arrived at work that morning, I'd been running nonstop. 

As I passed the front desk, the receptionist said, "Your 2:00 is waiting in your office." Oh great. This one wasn't even on my calendar. 

I walked into my office and nearly dropped everything I was carrying when I saw who was sitting there. I'd met Mark a few months earlier on a flight to California for business. Turns out he was from my hometown, and we'd hit it off, talking and flirting nonstop for the length of the flight. 

But what stood out most in mind was how he had introduced me to the "mile-high club" midway through the flight. He'd followed me into the restroom and fucked me as I perched on the edge of the sink. It was naughty and risky and unlike anything I'd ever done before.

On a whim, I'd given him my business card when we parted ways, never dreaming that he'd actually look me up. 

I stood there, speechless for a moment, before I had the presence of mind to close my office door. "What are you doing here?" I asked, setting down all my papers. 

"I caught a last-minute flight into town and thought I'd drop by and surprise you," he said, standing up. My heart was racing. 

He took a step toward me. His gaze was so intense that I couldn't look away. He reached behind me and locked my door, then put his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the door. "Surprised?" he whispered in my ear. 

I closed my eyes and nodded. He chuckled, then grabbed my hair and jerked my head back, forcing me to look up at him. He kissed me hard, sliding his tongue past my lips and taking my breath away. I clutched at the front of his shirt and kissed him back.  

"Good girl," he murmured against my mouth. When he pressed himself against me I felt his erection and I could feel myself getting wet. I moaned and pulled him closer to me.

With one hand he began to unbutton my blouse, exposing the black lacy bra I wore underneath. With one flick of his finger, my bra was unclasped and my breasts were bared. I gasped and instinctively tried to cover myself but he shoved my hands away. 

"Too late to turn back now," he whispered, sliding his hands up and cupping my breasts. I moaned again and felt my nipples hardening under his touch. 

"Sshhh..." he whispered against my mouth. By now I was panting and my heart was racing. He slid a hand up under my skirt and tugged my matching panties down. I felt them slide down, down, until they were around my ankles, and I kicked them off.

He took my hand and moved it to the front of his pants, and I could feel his rock-hard erection against my hand. I was soaking wet, wanting to touch him. I unfastened his pants, reached in with one hand, and released his hard cock. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly stroked all the way down and back. He put his forehead against the door and groaned. 

"Sshhh..." I whispered against his throat, tightening my grip on his cock. He slid his hands up under my skirt and grabbed my ass. 

"Tell me what you want," he said, licking my ear. I tightened my grip on his cock even more and whispered, "You know what I want. I want you to fuck me." With that, he lifted me up and braced me against the door. He was inside me in one hard thrust, causing me to gasp and hold onto him tightly. 

"That's right, you little slut, you wanted it, you got it," he said, kissing me hard and thrusting into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him, loving the feeling of his hard cock inside me at last. I bit his shoulder to keep myself from crying out as he thrust harder and harder. 

"Such a sweet little pussy," he whispered, driving deeper inside me. I tightened around him, knowing how warm and wet it must be. 

Suddenly he withdrew his cock and set me back on the floor. Before I could protest, he turned me around and bent me over my desk, lifting my skirt up to my waist. My pussy was dripping wet and I could barely stay on my feet. 

Gently he inserted one finger into my ass as he reached around and slipped a finger into my pussy with the other hand. 

"Ooohhh," I moaned and moved my hips, not wanting the sensation to end. It felt so good, feeling him finger me in both holes at once. 

He slid another finger into my ass and said, "You're so ready for me." He withdrew his fingers and I felt the tip of his cock against my ass. I tensed a little, and he rubbed my clit a little faster. 

"Sshhh...relax, baby, it'll feel so good." I felt myself loosening up as he stroked me, and slowly he began to slide his hard cock into my ass until he was buried in me.

I groaned, pushing my hips against his and holding onto my desk tightly. 

"Oh, God, yeah, it's so good, baby, so tight," he groaned, thrusting into me. He continued fingering my wet pussy with the other hand as he fucked my ass. It was so good, feeling him inside me, that I could hardly control myself. 

"I'm so close, I'm gonna cum," he whispered, thrusting faster. I felt myself getting closer too and arched my back. He grabbed hold of my hips and fucked me harder and harder, driving deeper into me with each thrust. When I didn't think I could take it anymore, he came hard in my ass. 

"Ooohhhh," I groaned as I began to cum. 

"That's right, cum for me," he groaned, fucking me and fingering me at the same time. I came harder than ever, bucking my hips and trying hard not to cry out. 

He finally pulled out and turned me around to face him. My legs were shaking and I had to hold onto him to keep from falling down. 

"That was sweet," he said, kissing me. He fastened his pants and handed me my damp panties. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, still stunned by what had just happened. He kissed me again, then quietly let himself out of my office. 

I stood there for a minute,then smoothed my hair back, straightened my skirt, and dialed the receptionist. "Darlene," I said, pulling up my panties, "I'm ready for my 3:00 now."



Afternoon Delight



I arrived home early and had gone right into my bedroom to change. It was a hot and sticky day and I stood there looking at myself in the mirror trying to decide whether to put my hair up or not. Oh hell I thought, I might as well shower and be comfortable. I went back into the living room and turned the air conditioning down then padded my way back to the bedroom and took my bra and panties off and went to the bathroom.

The shower was cool and as I often do, I took the flexible shower head down and washed my private parts. I took the razor and carefully shaved my pussy and even though the water was cool the pulsating jets felt so good.. I kept it on my pussy a bit longer than was necessary and that was all I needed to get me going. I quickly dried my hair and put it up. 

I had quit early because I was feeling agitated. My boss is a woman and we don't exactly hit it off, so every chance I get, I take a sick day, or use one of my vacation days. The real boss is Blake and I admit, I have a crush on him. He almost always lets me go without putting me on the clock when I put on my pouty face.

As I walked past my wardrobe door, I again looked at myself in the mirror and did a little pirouette. I'm quite proud of my body, and now I look down and admired my freshly shaved pussy. "Yes," I think, I do have a damn nice body, a cute body by anyone's standards, thin waist and a pussy that still has the firmness of a teenagers.

I was going to put on fresh panties and a pair of shorts, but after I selected them, I just tossed them on the bed and lay back for a minute. I close my eyes and think about Blake. I'm not the only one who had the hots for him, almost everyone in the office has. 

Then my thoughts drift to my favorite fantasy. My seductive fantasy. The one in which he stands in front of me and admires me as I masturbate in front of him. Of course in my minds eye, he's hungry for me but I won't let him come to me. Not in the beginning anyway.

Unconsciously my hand has crept down to my plump little pussy and my fingertips slowly begin to run up and down its smooth surface. As I continue, I just barely graze my fingers across first the left side then the right. My other hand moves over my breasts. Oh I'm not that large, but very firm. My bra varies between a B and C cup, depending on how it's cut. 

Mmmmmm it feels so good. I roll over on my side and reaching out to my nightstand, get some oil and let a few drops coat my palms, then I continue to caress myself. 

"Watch me Blake! See how my little nipples shine with the oil and how hard they become when I pinch them? You want them don't you?" I ask. 

"You want to touch me this way and put your mouth over them, don't you?"

I fantasize that he moves towards me, but I stop him. "Not yet darling. Just stand there and run your hand over your cock so I can watch you, but don't cum yet." 

He stands nearby watching me as he gets larger and larger.

"See how I'm massaging the oil into my pussy and how it glistens with the warm oil that I'm rubbing over it. Oooh its so nice and puffy. And when I'm ready for it, I'll let you have it but only if you're a good boy. Can you see the droplets of my wetness beginning to slowly seep out from between its lips. I'll let you lick it up in a few minutes if you want to."

My index finger slips within the soft folds and is wet by my own excitement. I bring it to my lips and stick out my tongue. A droplet of the clear fluid slowly falls, and a glistening filament of gossamer thread holds it for a second before it breaks and coats my tongue. I taste good.

'Wouldn't you like to taste me sweetie? I know you want to come to me and have me spread my legs wide so you can put your mouth over my cunt and use your tongue to drink me, don't you?" Mmmm it's sending chills down my back just thinking your doing that.

It's strange, I think, how my nipples talk with my pussy. I can play with them and my pussy begins to tingle. And ooh yes, if I squeeze them like this, ......I almost feel like peeing, it's so good.

My fingers are moving more quickly now. I have three fingers pressing firmly on my pussy and I rotate them, massaging my clit and vagina. 

But it's not me, it's him, and it's his mouth that's tormenting me. 

I need you now my lover. I want you to eat me until I cum again and again. I want to hear you moan, as I do each time it happens, and lick it up making those salacious lapping sounds.

It's time. I want to let you take me now, so I pause and again reach to my nightstand and open the drawer. "There you are, my sweetheart. My textured toy, my Blake."

I put it to my lips, imagining your shaft being brought to full firmness as my tongue swirls around its tip. I work it in and out of my mouth before deciding to put some lube on it.

"Ahhhh yes, you would be slippery and wet from watching me get ready for you, wouldn't you? So nice and big, and hard. And I want you to slowly slip it in deep without hurting me. Yesss, that's it."

I turn on my vibrator, and spreading my pussy open with my free hand, begin to drag him up and down my parted lips. 

My eyes are shut and suddenly you're with me. You're hovering over me. I feel your presence and now it's your mouth on my nipple and your hand that's stroking my cunt, not my vibrator.

I can feel your fingers moving inside me. I feel them curl and turn, twisting and stroking in and out. I try to catch my breath and sob, "Yessss oh yessssss Blake, I'm ready." 

Is that your mouth that's sucking on my pussy? Do I feel you nibbling at my inner lips? Yessss I do feel your tongue stabbing in and out of my dripping opening. I lift my ass up to feed you my wetness.

I'm close now. And as I tilt the vibrator up and slowly slide it in deep, I turn it on high and I know your alive inside me. I feel your cock plunging in and out. I can sense each thrust and I slowly roll from side to side feeling your shaft stirring within me.

Yessss, ooh dear god, yes my sweetheart. Take me! 

Faster and faster you move in and out, and I cry out. Deeper, now Blake, faster darling. Hurt me! Fuck me baby, I want to cum now. Give it to me!

I press the last button and switch on the swirling beads and the little attachment on top begins to shudder. I press it against my clit and it quivers back and forth. I'm going to scream.

FUCK ME BLAKE! I'M CUMMING DARLING. YES OH YES. Aaaahhhhhh, yeah I am, I am, gimmeee your cum now and fill me. Shoot in me! Do it!

It's so intense, so deliriously wonderful, that I'm in a series of contractions that never seem to end. Each seems to join the next and my body twitches and spasms. 

At last I'm over the top. I squeal, ............"No more!.......... Oh god please let me catch my breath." 

I draw my toy out, and press my thighs together. And drawing my knees up, I roll onto my side and I lay in a fetal position, gasping for air. 

Perhaps five minutes go by. I continue to feel my cunt contract with the afterglow, and I again drip oil onto my open palm and my hand seeks out my pussy. I think, He would want to take me again and I would be ready to take his thick cock again, ... so I begin.

Now I don't tease myself. There's no need. He has me hot and my body's on fire. I tilt my Blake up and slip him in where he belongs. Again I start to feel him stirring deep inside me. I use a pillow as a prop to hold him deep, and with one hand on my breast, I again cruelly pinch my nipple as I dig my heals in and lift my ass up off the bed. 

My other hand moves under my butt and I slowly insert my oily finger as I wonder if this is what he would do. It sends shivers down my spine, and I gasp. 

It's different, very different. I can feel the gelatinous vibrator twisting in my cunt with my finger. It's only a matter of seconds before I scream out again and have the hardest orgasm I have ever had. "Oh god Blake, what are you doing to me?" 

I'm delirious with sensations that flow like waves thru my body, and I fall limply to my bed as I moan to him. 

"It's so good with you Blake! I think tomorrow I'll seduce you and have you beg me drain your cock with my mouth. Would you like that? Feeling me suck on your shaft and making you shoot your cum in my mouth? I know you would. So we have a date for tomorrow then. Good, I'll be ready."



Afternoon Delight



They decided to meet at a coffee shop in the city, attracted to the pictures exchanged, but uncertain whether they'd click, whether there'd be any real attraction. A little nervous but excited, he was instantly turned on and curious when he recognized her. He smiled and said hello with a hug. They sat and talked for awhile joking about this and that. He suggested they go watch one of those old black and white movies playing at the Theater near by. She agreed. They walked arm in arm to the theater and sat in the back row. The movie started and it got dark. They snuggled down together in their seats, leaning in toward each other, elbows sharing the char arm. 

After a little while, he reached over and put his hand nonchalantly on her knee. She reached over and started touching his leg, feeling very slowly. He leaned in a little closer to her and his hand slid a little to the right of her knee. His hand started moving up her leg, so slowly, softly touching. She leaned back slightly in her chair and spread her legs inviting him to touch her. He continued touching her, moving his hand up the inside of her leg, touching extremely slowly, exploring the texture of her pants. She was getting so turned by his sardonic foreplay that she let out a hushed moan. She could feel her panties getting wet. She slid her hand up between his legs and felt his bulge throbbing through his jeans. He breathed in quickly in surprise. She touched his cock through his pants and traced the line it made feeling it hot and hard in his pants. He teased her slowly touching, moving his hand, finally reaching her upper thigh. He then turned and gave her a light dry kiss on her neck. He moved his hand another centimeter toward her pussy, She felt like she could cum if she concentrated. She held her breath. He kissed her again, closer to her ear. His hand moved an inch closer, touching lightly. She grabbed his cock through his pants and started rubbing it slowly up and down. He slowly thrust his hip in response. With his thumb and pointer he massaged to the side of her crotch slowly with a little pressure, feeling down toward her ass and moving back up letting his pointer finger explore closer toward her pussy. He reached down and rubbed his pointer against her ass hole. Then he started rubbing her pussy through her pants, touching her ass and feeling the hot wet spot forming on her jeans. She could feel the waves building and tried to hold back. She leaned in toward him and bit on his shoulder, and made a soft clenched moan as she started to orgasm in the seat in the back of theater. 

They were both breathing heavily. She started stroking his cock hard. He turned toward the movie. Pretending to watch, he unzipped her jeans and quietly reached inside. He touched her pussy through her soaked panties and then slipped his two fingers deep into her hot gooey pussy. She unzipped his pants and started rubbing and stroking his cock. He started breathing harder, and rhythmically started finger fucking her, using a little more and a little more pressure, moving a little bit faster. She stroked him harder. She could feel the waves beginning to build again. She leaned down further in her seat and spread her legs further. He was fingering harder, faster, reaching in a little deeper. She stroked him faster and harder and they slid down further in their seats. They grabbed a hold of each other tightly as they both began to feel the climax rising. He could hear a squirting noise as she stifled a scream, then gave in and let out a loud moan. His hand was sprayed with her hot pussy cum, as she arched her back, shaking lightly. He began to lurch as droplets of cum shot up in a fountain of droplets over the two of them.

She sat back in the seat, leaned next to him and smiled, both breathing heavily, flush and elated in that post-coital moment. There was a visible wet spot in the crotch of her jeans, and the man's cum had spotted both their shirts. The entire back of the old theater smelled of sex, and their hands were sticky with each other's cum. They watched in amusement as the one other person in the room rushed out the door, red in the face. The boy whispered to the girl,

"Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private..." He zipped up his pants. A security guard entered from the left door of the theater. She grabbed the boy's hand, "There's a motel up the road, come with me." Giggling, they got up and left, dodging the disapproving stare of the young security guard. 

The Motel was cheap and looked old and dirty and the Motel clerk winked knowingly at the boy as he paid in cash. They walked slowly to their room. Never having done anything like this before, neither knew what to expect. They both felt their heart racing with anticipation for what they might do behind those doors. The boy's mouth was dry and his face hot as he opened the door into their small bedroom. "After you." They stood in the room looking around. It was dark and smelled faintly of cigarettes. The far wall had a strangely shaped stain on it, and they could hear the muffled yelling of a woman getting fucked hard in the adjacent room. They listened to the soft thumping of the bed against their wall, and the moaning, and they both smiled. They looked at each other. 

The girl spoke first. "Want a drink?" She pulled out a flask and took a long pull from it, smiled and breathed out slowly, handed the flask to the boy. He took a big gulp, coughed a little and grinned. 

"wow, that's strong... you have good tastes." He set the flask on the table. Smiling, the girl glanced at the ground, "You know...when I first saw you I was immediately turned on, you're so fucking cute!" She glanced at the growing bulge in the boys pants. Her wet pussy began to lightly throb again and she squeezed her legs together. The boy smiled sheepishly, 

"you ain't so bad yourself." He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the mouth, sucking a little on her lower lip. She pressed her body against his, opened her mouth and softly teased him with her tongue, kissing slow and sensually. The boy held the girl close by the waist and softly slid his hand up toward her arm, shoulder, the back of her head, and back down toward her waste, letting his thumb graze over her nipple. The girl grabbed handfuls of the boys shirt and pulled him toward her, toward the bed. She slid her hand down his chest, grabbing onto his belt, and with the other hand she started touching the crotch of his pants. She slowly massaged the outside of the boy's pants, cupping his balls, and rubbing the shaft of his cock through his jeans. She pushed him down onto the bed and he lay there smiling back at her, legs spread, a huge bulge in his pants. She climbed on top of the boy straddling his leg, her knee slowly rubbing against the edge of the boys crotch. They both could smell the sex on each others clothes from the theater and the girl's crotch felt hot against the boys thigh as she squeezed her legs around his, slowly grinding her wet throbbing pussy against him. She could feel the waves again, this time, her clit was so sensitive that she was shocked by the growing waves and wondered if she'd be able to handle another orgasm....

To be continued. Let me know what you think 



Afternoon Delight



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Afternoon Delight



The BBQ was an undeniable success. 

Sophie spent the first part of the afternoon pouring drinks, and filling plates or chasing after some of the children that were running about. It was a sunny day, but the Oak trees in the Jacobs' backyard made for a cool inviting picnic area. Every once in awhile Sophie would feel someone's hot gaze on her and turn quickly to find Alana staring from some distance away. She was so obvious. Sophie stuck close to Alex hoping to dissuade her. Now was not the time or the place. She avoided her studiously for the rest of the afternoon, and by 2:30 most of the couples with younger children had left. Sophie began to relax and just when her buzz from the "grown-up" punch had hit a pleasant hum she felt a cool hand on her shoulder. Alana...she was practically licking her lips. 

"Looks like we're out of dip," Alana declared loudly enough for most of the surrounding group to hear. "Sophie -- could you help me? I have to bring up more of the mix from the basement." Her hand gripped tighter and seeing no easy way out Sophie nodded meekly. 

Alana quickly shuffled her up in front of her and they headed towards the house. She had a wide smile on her face. To anyone else she appeared simply cordial. She was the classic well-meaning hostess preparing more snacks for her guests. But Sophie knew what that look meant. She quivered thinking about it, though it was warm. 

They stepped into the backdoor which let them into the kitchen. Alana mutely pointed to the right -- where the door to the pantry and stairs to the basement were nestled. Before Sophie could reach for the knob, Alana snaked and arm around her and flung the door open while pushing Sophie into the pantry with her free hand. Everything happened so fast. Within seconds Alana had pinned Sophie against the now closed door. Her hands were hot now on Sophie's wrists. She was panting. 

"I've wanted you all day" she moaned. 

Sophie twisted in her grasp but it only made Alana grip tighter. Now she twisted Sophie's wrists over her head, causing Sophie's back to arch and her breasts to heave forward. Alana moaned appreciatively at the sight and began kissing Sophie's neck. 

"Watching you walk around in that little skirt. Ass switching. You knew I was watching -- didn't you."

Sophie whimpered lowly in response. She was panting now. Her nipples were already hard. This was so wrong. There were people outside waiting. Before she could protest though, Alana released one of her wrists and used her free hand to yank Sophie's bra and halter down; freeing her hard brown nipples into the cool air of the pantry. She started on the left side. Her tongue twirled and fluttered over the nipple while her free hand pinched and pulled the other. Sophie moaned openly. She could have broken free now, but she didn't want to. She arched her back further to aid in pushing her tits into Alana's face and heard her chuckle. Alana switched to the right nipple and she felt the left harden further when the wet from Alana's mouth met the open air. The suckling noises Alana made her driving her crazy. She could feel her slit moistening and beginning to throb. 

Alana released her other wrists and with a hand on each strap pull the bra off her shoulders completely. She kneaded Sophie's breasts in her hands squeezing them together. Then she pulled them apart and drew her flat tongue between them -- along Sophie's sternum.

"You're just salty everywhere -- aren't you" Alana laughed. "I bet the plump little pussy of yours is good and wet isn't it."

Sophie sucked in air. She couldn't breathe. The air in the pantry had gone from cool to hot and thick. She could feel her chest heaving and looking down between her and Alana's bodies she could see her tits wobbling wantonly in the open air. What was she doing? Again? Before she could gather her thoughts Alana's right hand had made its' way under her skirt. 

"Mhmmnononono.." Sophie whimpered.

"Oh yesyesyesyes" Alana crooned gleefully. Her deft fingers found Sophie's clit within seconds while her left hand teased and kneaded a free tit. 

Sophie's knees buckled. She made a low gurgling noise and Alana swooped her left hand down below as well. Cupping Sophie's ass to keep her afloat while her right hand continued to inflict damage. Sophie's breaths began coming faster and faster. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth open. She was moaning deep in her throat. 

"I'm going to make the pussy spurt." Alana whispered "And then you're going to lick your cream right off my fingers, you hear me?" Without warning she jammed her thumb into Sophie's sopping wet pussy and began to finger fuck her hard and fast. The switch was too much. Sophie came almost immediately. She ground into Alana's hand while the door rattled behind her with the force of her weight. 

"Mmm you've got cum dripping all down your leg." Alana giggled. "Taste it" She slipped two fingers into Sophie's cunt and then brought them to Sophie's lips. Sophie's face burned. She couldn't believe she was in this woman's pantry. Licking her own cum off her fingers while people outside thought they were making dip. But she'd gone too far to back out now. She slowly licked Alana's proffered fingers and tasted herself. It was thick with a edge of musk. It reminded her of whipped cream on raspberries. -- creamy sweetness with a tart aftertaste. She took the fingers deep into her mouth and suckled greedily. They came out with a loud pop. 

"We have to go back." Sophie said. She tried to sound firm but her voice was still shaky from the orgasm. She could see that Alana wasn't listening. Her eyes were still fastened on Sophie's naked saliva bathed tits. 

"Shh -- we have plenty of time." Alana began leading her down the stairs into the basement. "We haven't even gotten the mix yet!" Sophie let her lead. Her legs were too loose still to really protest. "Besides, "Alana said. " I'm not done with you yet." 

"Alana..." Sophie tried to stop but Alana just pulled her along. When they reached the basement floor there was the usual clutter. Sophie saw a fridge in the corner, a few tables and a work bench with a white towel draped over one end that sat near the center of the space. Alana suddenly twisted Sophie's arm behind her back and pushed her towards the bench. She led her to one end and walked her to the center so they were both straddling it. Alana pushed Sophie's head downward towards the bench with her free hand, forcing her to kneel with her ass in the air. 

The basement smelled musky and damp. Sophie could see cobwebs in the corner closest to her. There was a small rectangular window near the stairs where the sunlight poured in. She could see the dust swimming in the light. And then she felt Alana's breath on her pussy. 

Alana first licked her entire slit -- from clit to asshole with broad flat strokes. Then she started to lick around the outer lips, dipping her tongue inside before going back to making circles. Sophie knew she was lost. Alana always knew how to eat her. Her tongue was better than any guy she'd ever been with. Better than Alex, even. Whom she'd thought was the ultimate until the night in the pool house...

Sophie lurched back to reality when Alana released her arm so she could use her fingers. She plunged two fingers deep in Sophie's pussy while her thumb massaged her swollen clit. Sophie's skirt was now completely rucked up around her waist. She was ass-up in a basement getting her pussy eaten knowing that her boyfriend or any number of people could come looking for them any moment. At the thought of being discovered Sophie felt a rush of fear and an additional gush of wetness from her cunt. What would Alex do if he barged in to find her finger fucking Alana and licking her hard nipples...? Or if he wandering in on the current tableau, with Sophie yowling like an alley cat while another woman licked, sucked, and fingered her? Sophie could hear herself moaning and whimpering. She ground her hips back onto Alana's fingers. She knew Alana was back there fingering her own pussy while watching herself make Sophie cum. The thought of them cumming at the same time pushed her over the edge. She felt a hot tide of wet between her legs and knew she'd drenched Alana's hand.

"God, your cunt is beautiful" Alana breathed. She dove back into Sophie's pussy lapping up her cum. Sophie gripped the sides of the bench tight to keep from falling off. Her nipples rubbed frantically against the rough terrycloth with every slurp of Alana's feverish licking. After a moment, Alana's torpedo tongue finally slowed. Sophie sighed, grateful for the break. Her relief didn't last long.

"I have a surprise for you," Alana whispered. She leaned over Sophie and licked her ear while continuing to idly play with her soaked cunt. 

"What is it?" Sophie felt a twinge of apprehension and lust. The last surprise had been that Alana liked women, and with her skilled tutoring Sophie was also surprised to learn that she liked them as well. She wasn't sure she could handle another surprise like that.

Alana chuckled and used some of the wet from Sophie's cunt to massage around her asshole. Sophie gasped. She could feel it twitch and pucker from the unexpected touch. 

"I told you I was planning this." 

Alana popped up and went to a large wardrobe in the corner. She returned with a strap on. The plastic cock was ribbed and realistically veined with a bulbous rounded knob and a large molded scrotum. It bobbed invitingly. Sophie stared wide-eyed while Alana hopped out of her skirt and stepped into the harness. Once she had it on she began to stroke the shaft and run her fingers over the head and reaching between her own legs began using the cream from her dripping pussy to lubricate it. Alana looked up at her.

"I am going to fuck the shit out of you with this thick hard plastic cock." 

Sophie shivered in response. She'd heard about strap ons, but had never seen one in person. It looked massive. Alana moved in behind her, and forced her head back down to bring her ass up. She started teasing Sophie's clit with the head of the thing, before running it up and down her opening.

"You want me to fuck you -- don't you. Beg me to fuck you." She growled. She spanked it upward against Sophie's wet pouting cunt lips. The resulting wet slapping sound seemed to satisfy her.

Sophie swallowed hard. "Yes..." she began

"Yes, WHAT??" barked Alana. She moved the cock and now slapped Sophie's ass hole with it -- eliciting a startled moan. 

"P-pl-lease fuck me." Sophie stuttered. She felt emboldened and arched her back to push back on the strap on. She could feel it straining against the opening to her cunt. "Fuck me with your big plastic cock." She said firmly. "Fuck me till I cum. I want to cum on it..." 

That was all she got out before Alana pushed forward and Sophie felt the head of the thing enter. She cried out. It was surprisingly warm but larger than she was used to. "Oh, God," She moaned. She felt Alana grab the back of her neck to hold her still while she fucked the rest of the cock into Sophie with long hard strokes. When she hit bottom she grabbed Sophie's ass cheeks in either hand and pulled them apart so she could see the outer lips Sophie's tight pussy suctioned firmly around the base of the thick dildo. All 8 inches of the 2 ½ inch diameter toy were buried in Sophie's overstuffed snatch. She spit into Sophie's ass crack and watched it roll down to her stretched out cunt. 

Sophie moaned at this new feeling of being so full. She hadn't thought she'd be able to take the whole length and Alana's hands prying her ass cheeks apart made her pussy feel impossibly tight. She could feel the her inner walls pulsing and pulling around the dildo. Just when she was getting used to the feeling Alana began to fuck. 

She leaned onto her hands that still held Sophie's ass cheeks and worked her hips back and forth. Every time she hit bottom she slammed into Sophie. 

"Take that cock, bitch." She spit out. She started to thrust faster, harder. "I'm goin to make you cream all over this shit and then lick it off -- you hear me?" 

Sophie whimpered in response. Between Alana's deep thrusts and the dirty commentary she was close to cumming again. Alana switched her grip and wrapped either hand around the front of Sophie's thighs so she could pull her into each thrust. She was pistoned in and out and the dildo began to glisten. There was a wet sucking noise each time she pulled the cock out and she grunted watching the thick pink shaft sink back into the waiting pussy. 

Sophie's tits swung in the air. Her hard sensitized nipples grazed the bench with every swing adding to the sensations. She gripped the bench so hard her knuckles and pads of her fingers went white. She was so loud by now she knew that if anyone got close enough to the house they would hear her moaning like a stuck pig with Alana fucking her from behind, but she didn't care. She felt her cunt contract. 

"I'm cumming" she moaned. "Ohhhhhhh shit. Oh Shit! Oh Shit!" The whole world seemed to grind to a halt except for Alana ramming the well-oiled dildo into her cunt. Darkness began to creep into the edges of her vision as the sensation from Alana's determined fucking exploded from her loins up into the rest of her body. She could feel the pricking of hot sweat breaking her skin's surface and a bead of it ran down the curve of her back Just when she thought everything would fade to black she felt her pussy clench one last time before she reached the pinnacle and orgasmed in a burst of light. Her body convulsed and shook while she moaned and gasped for air. When she finished and she felt her breathing slow to somewhat manageable pace; she dutifully got off the bench. Turned around and began sucking her cum off the dildo for the waiting Alana. While she deep throated the well used toy she slid two fingers into Alana's pussy and began rubbing her G-spot. It was only fair. 

"Unnnnhuh. Such a good little slut" Alana crooned. She arched her hips up off the bench -- simultaneously grinding her hungry aching cunt onto Sophie's fingers and fucking the cum covered dildo into her once shy companion's throat. With one last moan and a shuddering sigh she came. Sophie eagerly lapped up the overflow and held her fingers to Alana's lips. She watched intently while Alana thoroughly cleaned them with her tongue. Once satisfied she collapsed on the bench. The basement smelled like sex now, over the previous dustiness. 

"Damn." Sophie said. "We still have to make that dip."



Afternoon Delight



Funny how friendships are made. Rose and I started off on a strictly business relationship, she paid me for having sex with her. However we quickly found that we had lots on common. Not just in our sexual preferences, although that helps, but in other ways too. Living fairly close we started to see each other casually, coffee or a drink, maybe lunch. Sometimes we didn't even have sex which given her appetite was slightly amazing! 

This afternoon she was around at my flat and horny. She was asking about some of my other clients and what I did with them and I was telling her about Kimberly, not one of my favourites but then you can't always be lucky. Kimberly likes to be tied. Not just simple handcuffs or tied to the headboard with room to move tied either. She likes to be tied tight, stretched out wide to the four corners of the bed, usually with a couple of pillows under her ass so that her pussy is the most prominent part of her. Penetration is difficult for me at that angle but that's ok because she likes me to use a variety of objects on her while licking her clit. Last week was fairly standard, just a banana followed by a cucumber. Part of her five a day she said! In the past she has had almost anything tubular inside her, pool cue, toilet brush handle, various bottles and tubes, anything that will fit and makes her feel used and humiliated. I usually make her strip off, attach the ropes to the bed and then ask her what she has bought for me to play with. She likes to tell me what to do with it, something like "I have brought a cucumber and I want you to fuck me with it, I want you to shove it into my cunt because I'm a dirty whore." 

Once she has had enough of that I get a decent blow job, usually coming all over her face because, as she keeps saying "she's a dirty whore." It's not a bad way to earn a living! 

This obviously set Rose's mind racing because she was soon standing in front of me with an 'innocent little girl' look on her face and sucking her thumb. "Marco, I'm a dirty little whore as well, I think you should tie me up like Kimberly and then lick my cunt before wanking off all over me." 

Seemed like a good idea to me so I told her to start taking her clothes off before leading her to the bedroom. I pulled out the ties and told her to fix them to the bed before putting a firm pillow under her ass and lying in the same position as Kimberly. I think she was surprised at how firmly I tied her because when I had finished she pulled against the ropes to no avail, she was tied down and could not move. I ran my hands all over her body before pushing first one, than two, fingers into her very wet pussy. 

"Are you going to lick me Marco?" She said, moving her hips around as I pushed deep inside her. "Well I might, then again I might not, and you seem very excited as it is." I said, pushing a third finger into her. "Ooooo, I am, I am" She said, "If you don't want to lick me then I hope you are going to wank all over me, I love the feeling of spunk hitting my face." 

I was still fully clothed and to be honest, even though she looked undeniably sexy lying there I didn't even have an erection. Since it had been a story of mine that had got us into this position I thought that maybe one from her would be a good way to finish this. 

"Rose, if you want me to wank over you then you are going to have to excite me a little. As I told you all about Kimberly, why not tell me about one of your conquests? Tell me about a time you seduced someone or something, make it as filthy as possible and I'll cover you in come. If you don't, I might just leave you there!" 

"Alright." She laughed, "If you want to hear about my past then I'll tell you about my addiction to tradesmen, starting with my pet spark Sean." 

As I slowly stripped she began her tale...... 



As I left work in the hot sunshine I had two reasons to be pleased. First, I was finally going to get something done about the dodgy bathroom light that had been annoying me for months and second that it was Sean, an old friend and lover that was going to do the work. The twinkle in Sean's eye when he agreed to come around "Sure, be there about 17:15." made me think that it wasn't just the electrics that would be getting inspected! 

Driving home I was squeezing my thighs together thinking of some of the times we had together, and I got a strange look from the man in the convenience store when I stopped to get a couple of bottles of cider. "It's hot today Mrs Morganite, hope these cool you down, you are looking a bit flushed." 

Putting the bottles in the fridge I quickly tidied around downstairs and put clean sheets on the bed, opening the windows to let the fresh warm air into the room. In the bathroom I stripped off my work clothes and sprayed myself with my favourite perfume, enjoying the feeling of the cool spray on my skin. I tidied my hair and fixed my make up. Unsure what to wear I settled on some tiny black lace panties, grey tracksuit bottoms and a loose t-shirt. 

I didn't bother with a bra knowing how Sean loved my pierced nipples and full bust but looking in the mirror it was too obvious, I may as well have been topless so reluctantly put on the matching tracksuit top, the thicker material hiding more. No, too frumpy, I looked like a housewife. After a few more false starts I finally settled on a black plunge bra and a pale grey zip up top that fitted fairly tight around my bust. Pulling the zip as low as I decently could, I looked at a cleavage that would give the pope a hard on! Now I looked like a sexy housewife, he wouldn't stand a chance. 

The bell rang at 17:15 promptly and I let him in. He had changed from his maintenance uniform into Jeans and a crisp white polo shirt. We made small talk about the traffic and the weather as he found somewhere to put his toolbox and removed his shoes. 

"Would you like I drink?" I asked "There is some cider in the fridge, should be just right by now." 

"Great," he said "I'm parched, it's been a hard day." following me into the kitchen. 

I opened the fridge door and was about to pick up the bottles when I felt his hands on my waist. I stopped still as he moved them up to my heavy tits, squeezing them together, his thumbs feeling for the bars through my nipples beneath my clothes. His right hand found the zip of my top and slowly pulled it down. As it parted his hand slipped into the waistband of my loose bottoms. I leaned back as his hand cupped my pussy, sure that he would be able to feel the heat spreading quickly from my throbbing clit. 

"Shall we save those for afterwards?" he whispered, softly kissing the back of my neck and the lobes of my ears. I twisted round and his mouth locked against mine, his big hot tongue driving into my mouth, twisting and rolling as he sucked the breath out of my body, crushing my ribs in his strong arms as he pulled me tight against him. His kiss seemed to go on forever, I felt I was being absorbed into him he was that powerful. When it was clear I was struggling for breath he slowed down and pulled slightly way from me. I thought he was being considerate but no, he just used the space to push the open top off my shoulders and onto the floor before deftly unclipping my bra. You had to admire his work, within five minutes of entering the house I was topless and my knickers were soaking!

I didn't want him to have it all his own way so I pushed him backwards until he was leaning against the washing machine I dropped to my knees in front on him and reached for his belt, quickly puling it free as he lifted his polo shirt off and threw it on the floor. The buttons on his jeans offered little resistance apart from the bulge behind them and they popped open as his hardening cock sprang out. I fed the bulging end into my mouth and sucked him deep inside, wrapping my hand around the base a few firm wanks had him fully hard and gasping "Jesus Rose, no one has ever sucked my cock like you, I have been thinking about this for days, I'm full of spunk, I'm going to drown you in it, deeper baby, suck it deeper.."

I was more than happy to oblige, keeping up a steady rhythm with my right hand on the base of his cock I squeezed his hairy balls with my left and swirled my tongue around his bell end, grazing the ridge with my teeth before swooping powerfully down, sucking as hard as I could, feeling the veins start to stand out proud along his shaft as my remorseless sucking brought him closer and close...backing off a little – well, I was enjoying myself – I sucked more gently, almost feather light flicks of my tongue teasing him before slowly sucking as much as possible of him into my mouth. Shaun is a decent size so it was never going to all it in but I tried, god I tried!

When my jaw began to ache I decided that enough was enough and it was time to taste some spunk so I used my hand to set up the rhythm as my mouth swooped harder and harder over his bell end, twisting my tongue into his jap's eye as my hand moved faster and faster...I felt his thighs tremble and he suddenly became bigger and hotter than ever before he gasped and groaned, his cock pulsing and spurting, filling my mouth with hot salty spunk. I kept as much of it in my mouth as I could, letting it fill me, making my cheeks burn with the effort before letting it slowly trickle down my throat. His shrinking cock slipped out of my mouth and I ran my tongue around my lips, making sure that I hadn't missed any before gently cleaning his cock the same way.

I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. "Christ Rose, that was amazing, if you charged there wouldn't be enough money in the world to pay you with....good job you are just a greed slut!"

He stepped out of his jeans and pulled me up by my hands before twisting my arm behind my back playfully. 

"My turn now I think." he said with a grin. Pushing me ahead of him we went into the lounge and onto my big 'L'shaped couch. My track-suit trousers and sopping knickers were swiftly removed and he positioned me with one leg on the couch and one on the floor, my pussy gaping open as he knelt beside me. He ran his fingers gently up and down my slit, coating me with my own juice as he spread my lips apart, his fingers moving from my clit right down to my tightly puckered asshole, making me squirm against the couch and spread my legs wider. He pushed one finger into me and then another, slightly twisting and turning them as he did so, it felt like he was screwing his hand into me as his fingers went deeper and deeper. He then lifted my leg up off the floor and ducked his head inside so that it rested on his left shoulder and his big hot tongue had free access to my pussy. With his long slim fingers thrusting and twisting inside me he began to lick my clit gently and then more firmly, little flicks that barely seemed to touch me and then hard sharp strokes....I came quite quickly and could feel my juices squirting out over his hand but it was if he didn't notice, he just kept on and on, it was like I was being serviced by a machine, a remorseless sex machine that wouldn't turn off...I think I came three, maybe four more times, the final time he managed to slip his little finger into my tight ass as I was coming and that really sent me to the stars, I must have bucked my hips a good foot off the sofa and his fingers went so deep I swear I could feel his wristwatch!

"Marco, please." She said, "I think I deserve a little stimulation now, my pussy is on fire with the memory of that afternoon" "OK" I said as I started to rub her diamond hard clit "But what happened next, did he fuck you?"

God yes, he fucked me alright, Jesus, did he ever! He pulled me off the sofa and onto my knees with my arms resting on the cushion and my tits dangling down. He teased my pussy with his big cock before driving it deep inside me with one thrust. As you know, it goes in deep in that position and I felt like he was going to knock my tonsils out from the inside he was that far up me! He really was a great fuck, big cock and lots of stamina, he just pounded into me, his big balls slapping against my clit, his hands reaching to pull and squeeze my big tits, almost milking them. It went on and on and despite coming so many times on his fingers and tongue I could feel another orgasm starting deep inside...I reached under and touched my clit and felt the first tremor, just as his pounding became even more frantic...his cock swelled and I felt like my cunt was going to explode as he pumped his hot spunk deep inside me, my finger bringing me to a shattering orgasm at the same time.

The last few sentences had been almost breathless as my fingers worked against her clit, bringing her to a present day orgasm to match the one from her memory...as it subsided I stepped up onto the bed with my legs either side of her and began to wank my hard cock "Well done Rose, that was very good, and as a reward you are going to gets covered in my spunk."

"Yes please." she said licking her lips. Stretched out as she was she was a very appealing sight and I was tempted to just come all over her but then my gaze was caught by those big heavy tits and I knew what I wanted. Kneeling down straddling her chest I wrapped her tits around my cock and began fucking them, sliding up and down the soft valley, crushing her nipples with my thumbs as I felt my spunk begin to rise before exploding over her neck and face, coating her with thick white goo, her eager tongue licking all that she could as I drained the last drops into her mouth.

"Oh Marco, that was fantastic!" She said as I scooped the spunk off her and wiped it onto her lips. "We must do that again sometime, no wonder Kimberly keeps coming back for more."

"Yes, I'm sure you have more tales to tell. Didn't you once take a young gasman prisoner?"

"Not quite prisoner" She laughed, "But he serviced more than the boiler that afternoon!!!"



Afternoon Delight



One afternoon I got home early from work and surprised my lover in bed pleasuring himself. Helpful creature that I am, I offered to help him with his job if he'd give me a back scrub to freshen up first. The kind soul agreed and we jumped into the shower immediately. 

Of course, his lust was already heightened and so he wasted no time at all in cramming his soapy fingers into my willing sheath and taking a ready nipple in his mouth. His frenzied loving soon had me clenching as I orgasmed.

"Oh, is that how it's going to be?" I thought to myself, and proceeded to rub my slippery body all over him.

Not to be outdone, he withdrew, turned me around and bent me over, presumably, I imagined, to give my back a good rub. No sirree bob, after two perfunctory circles on my back and ass he just plunged his finger into my asshole. I jumped, not from pain, since it had not hurt, but from the audacity of his deed. Realizing that my ass was giving no resistance and with my tell-tale whimperings revealing my excitement, he pressed me further down by pushing on my back and plunged two fingers in and out of my ass. 

By this time, my already well creamed and finger-fucked vagina was oozing sweet honey like crazy and his slaps on my ass and horny groans had me bucking like crazy on his fingers. The sweetest weakness came into my knees and I slumped onto the shower floor gasping and writhing and grabbing my dripping cunt.

He quickly got the shower hose and rinsed me completely from head to toe, dragging me around by my arm. He washed himself off and all but pulled me from the shower with a gruff "hurry up".

Not even giving me time to fully recover and come back with my usual sassy comment, he threw my still wet body, towel and all, onto our bed. Then he pulled my legs apart, flipped them as far back as possible, and proceeded to attack my pussy with his mouth -- sucking my clit, pushing his tongue into my pussy, licking down to my asshole and back up again -- and just rubbing his beardy face all over my cunt whilst making some serious heavy breathing grunts.

I was unable to do anything besides grab the sheets and just keep pelting my pussy into his face with some serious hip gyrations as I enjoyed his ministering. When I was able to think, my mind kept wondering what the fuck had gotten into him today, even his eyes were glazed over with lust. But I was beyond caring and the jism was running out of me like a burst tap. Shit, this was some afternoon delight!

Quickly crawling up my body, he slid his tongue into my mouth, nibbling on my lips and dueling with my tongue. Meanwhile, he had stuck two fingers back into my heaving cunt and was fucking me extremely fast, with me trying my best to ride the fuck out of them and screaming my head off. It was soo damn good! 

He was biting my neck now and shouting "you are so damn sweet, I want to eat you alive!" 

Let me tell you, I believed him, and nothing sounded better that afternoon. 

He removed his fingers and grabbed me by the chin, asking: "babe, can I finger fuck your ass again, did it feel good?" 

"Shit, yes!" I responded, [after all, why be selfish with myself?] "Cram those sticky fingers up my ass and really give it to me good, lover."

He jumped up off the bed in a flash, ran into the bathroom cabinet and came back with his hand coated with KY jelly. 

Before I could complete a sarcastic "what the hell, did you put it all on?" He spread my legs, threw his weight over me to anchor me, and pushed, not one... not two... but three fingers into my untried ass. 

I could feel the tight stretch and let me tell you, my pussy began to do a serious tightening and quivering, my legs and body started shaking like I was having a fit, and I swear, I felt as if all of me would dissolve into one great mass of syrupy cum. 

[That incoherent cussing and screaming you may have overheard neighbor, yeah, that was me, riding a serious orgasmic wave].

By no means done, the big brute jumped off the bed again, this time grabbing my ankles and pulling my torso right off the edge until only my back and upper body remained supine. 

Throwing a leg over each shoulder he rammed his rigid, dripping cock like a piston in and out of my dripping cunt like the world was coming to an end, and pussy was going out of existence, and this would be his last fuck forever. 

He had my arms pinioned to the bed as he leaned over from a standing position and kept hitting home run after home run after home run, making me dizzy with the power of his cover drive, slam dunking the dickey, executing perfect follow throughs. In short, using the pussy the way a pussy was designed to be used.

I was beyond words, beyond sounds, beyond all else besides focusing on the ecstasy on his sweet face, teeth gritted as he fought to stave off orgasm, eyes opened but uncomprehending, neck and upper body strained and arched backward. 

The woman in me creamed and felt a keen sense of power in pleasing my man in this way, in helping him to achieve nirvana, in being pleasured beyond words. 

I reveled in the feeling of womanhood, multiple orgasms, sweet, satisfying, soul stroking fucking. I reveled in the feeling of being used like the willing harem girl, lusty bawd, seductive geisha, slavering slut, that lives in all of us.

Sensing my eyes focused on him, he blinked and seemed to realize where he was once more. Grunting at my smirking face, he pulled me even further off the bed as we had begun to slide backwards, pinned my feet this time almost doubled over, and drove his cock once more into me, with a hoarsely whispered "gonna fuck the sass out of you today."

I bucked in wild surprise as he drove into me, but reader, it wasn't my pussy he had reamed as he intended, it was my virgin ass! And he was fucking so hard and so wild I knew he didn't realize what he had done. 

The wet slickness from my many orgasms, the well lubricated KY on my ass and over that entire genital area, and the arched position in which he had my back, had created the ideal circumstance for easy entry into that love tunnel. 

I grinded and squealed as I secretly enjoyed this thorough rimming of an erogenous zone I had longed to have explored but held back from attempting for years. I could feel the cream puddling in my pussy and the feeling was making me wilder than wild.

My mouth began to pour forth the obscenities that were crowding my mind. 

"Yes, damn you, fuck my ass, pulverize my sweet tight ass, you're fucking my ass, you're fucking my ass, it's so damn good I'm gonna die. Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhhh FUUCCKKK!!!" 

I think my vulgar screams and beating on his back alerted him to the fact of what was happening, because he stopped for a minute and looked at me disbelieving, then looked down at our joined bodies, the evidence showing his soaked cock tightly encased in my still quivering ass which was squeezing tight and refusing to let him withdraw. 

Looking back at me, he listened to the nasty words falling off my lips, watched the sweat pouring off my tortured looking face still in the grip of sweet ecstasy, and he dropped the ball. 

Biting on my neck and driving into me again, he only achieved a few strong stokes before collapsing and shuddering in his own orgasmic bliss. 

Lathered, heaving and snorting like a thoroughbred that had just completed the race of his life, it took him a few minutes to once more come down to earth and roll off me. We just lay there collapsed on each other for almost another quarter hour, struggling to recover our senses.

Finally turning to face me, he gave me soft kisses, looking into my eyes for signs of recrimination. I could not keep the self-satisfied cat look from off my face. 

"I finally got to fuck your saucy ass and I wasn't even aware until too late, you had me so goddamn high", he said. "I hope I didn't hurt you darling, was it at least nice?"

"It was perfect", I told him, looking into his concerned eyes and remembering once more why I love this man so fucking much. 

However, I could not resist a sassy dig: "but since you missed the match the first time, maybe we'll have to arrange a re-play in the near future to give you a chance to recoup your losses."

Believe me, the next time that I get a chance at an early afternoon off when I know my man is home, I will be hightailing it for another fine session of afternoon delights. 

You girls can take your horny asses to the mall and shop around like fiends. I'm taking my ass home to some rich cream, honey and sweaty fucking.



Afternoon Delight



I am a high school Music teacher in a low socio-economic school district in the Detroit area, a district consisting of mostly Latino and African-American students. I am white, but I have never had any trouble teaching and understanding minority students. The pay is pretty good, but the job can sometimes be a little "rough." A few weeks ago I turned 35 and for some reason I started to feel depressed about my age and appearance. I have become a "full-figured woman" from the waist down, with modest breasts and a slight tummy, but also with a full butt and thighs. Sometimes I just feel old and "fat." I have light brown hair and brown eyes. I am still single. I've had my share of dates over the years, but I'm very busy with my job and I guess I'm holding out for just the right guy to sweep me off my feet.

That said, something very surprising happened to me last week that I am trying to understand, and I hope that writing about it will help in that endeavor.

It was the afternoon before my annual Spring concert. I had a couple of Senior African-American boys who told me at school that day that they were going to have to stay on campus after school until the evening concert because they had no one to pick them up or anywhere to go. They told me they were just going to find a restroom to change into their tuxes and avoid campus security until it was time to congregate for the concert. I felt really badly for these boys. They were goof-offs at times, but good boys at heart. They were committed to my program, even though their parents didn't show the same level of support and often times these boys (who happened to be cousins) were left to fend for themselves. I decided to be nice and invited them to come home with me to change their clothes. I told them I would make sure they had a good dinner before the concert. They both smiled widely and accepted my invitation graciously.

When school was over, the boys met me in my classroom. I asked them to carry some heavy boxes for me to my car, and we headed off to the parking lot. Once we were all loaded up and on the road for the approximate 15-minute drive home, LaBrawn asked if he could play a CD. I told him, "Sure!"

It was a hip-hop album, which I should have known. I've never been a big fan of hip-hop, mostly because I never saw any musical value to it. But I was in a good mood and feeling open to giving it another evaluation. I asked who the artist was, and LaBrawn told me it was an artist named Sleepy Brown. I had never heard of him. The music was a little "milder" and more "smooth" than most hip-hop, however, and there was some real singing going on! The lyrics were actually almost romantic, with the singer talking about showering his lover with nice things and making her "feel good." I started to feel a little uncomfortable when they both starting singing these lyrics, but I had to admit they sounded good! I had a few little "butterflies" in my tummy as I drove, thinking about how proud I was of these boys. The third song I heard, which was the last one before we got home, was a little more "raunchy" in tone, talking about showing his lover attention until her "legs started shaking." No matter how inappropriate it was, I could not make myself turn it off! I was really aroused by the rhythm and lyrics and I wanted to feel more of that.

Finally, we pulled up to my house and piled out. The boys helped me unload the boxes and we went into the house. I was thankful that I had just picked it up a couple days before! I told the boys to make themselves at home and showed them where the downstairs bathroom was where they could change. I then went upstairs to get myself ready.

This is where things went a little awry. I went into my bedroom and closed the door, and I got out of my school clothes and started the bath. As I slid into the warm water, I continued to think about the lyrics to those songs. I remembered that I had some music channels on my cable receiver, so I reached for the remote and turned on the TV mounted over my bathtub and found a nice soft R&B channel. Then I closed my eyes and let the water blanket my body with warmth. I began to rub my hands over my breasts, down to my tummy, and to my crotch. I rarely masturbated, but I was definitely in the mood to let off some steam that particular afternoon!

I pumped some of my pretty-smelling soap into my hands and sat up to rub it over my body. It felt so slippery on my breasts, and I eventually lifted my pelvis out of the water to clean my vagina and anus, and probably "finish the job" masturbating. Just as I got my crotch area all lathered up and ready for some finger action, there was a knock at my bedroom door. I couldn't believe it! I immediately lowered my body back into the water and called out, "Yes?"

"M-Miss Bach?" It was LaBrawn's voice. "Um, we have a problem with the sink in your kitchen. Marcus accidentally broke the handle and there's water spraying everywhere."

In a panic, I stammered, "Uh, OK. I'll be right there!"

I leaped out of the bathtub and dried myself off as fast as I could. I threw on the nearest robe, and tied it together as I ran through my bedroom door and down the stairs. I could see both boys struggling with the kitchen faucet as water was shooting up into my ceiling.

"What happened?" I asked, agitated.

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Bach," said Marcus, clearly embarrassed. "I thought I'd clean up these dishes for you when I guess the handle popped off."

LaBrawn continued working with the handle and finally popped it back on, ending the problem. It had been giving me trouble the last few weeks and my neighbor always figured out how to get the thing back on, but I was disgusted that I did not have it fixed by now. I thanked LaBrawn for figuring it out and I told Marcus it was OK, and that I thought it was very sweet that he tried to do my dishes. I grabbed a towel and stood up on the counter so I could reach the ceiling to dry it. Meanwhile, LaBrawn had grabbed another towel and was mopping up the excess water on the floor.

As I bent over to get off the counter, I heard him say, "Wow." It was quiet but I heard it clear as day. I looked down and saw him looking up at me from the floor. Then I realized suddenly he could see my bare butt under the silky robe I had thrown on!

"Oh, LaBrawn, I'm so sorry! You shouldn't have seen that!" I said with humiliation.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of that, Miss Bach!" LaBrawn said with a bashful smile as he got up from the floor. "It looked pretty nice from where I was!"

"Yeah, Miss Bach!" Marcus piped in. "Lots of guys talk about what a rockin' body you got!"

I threw him a shocked look, and LaBrawn quickly jumped in, "Not that we talk about it or anything."

There was an awkward silence as I processed what I was hearing. Were these strapping young lads saying I was attractive? Suddenly, I decided I was flattered.

"You know what guys? That's really nice to hear. For a while I have been feeling like I'm old and unattractive. You two just made my day," I said.

The boys threw each other a surprised look. Then LaBrawn quipped, "Well, you could really make our day by taking off that robe!"

Before I could answer, LaBrawn moved towards me and began to kiss me. Without thinking, I kissed him in return. Then I could feel him untie my silky pink robe as LaBrawn walked up behind me and removed it, letting it slide down my shoulders. As I made out with LaBrawn right there in my kitchen, I was stark naked and I didn't seem to care! It had been months since I had had sex, and my body was telling me it was starving for it!

LaBrawn continued kissing me passionately as he began to rub his hands up and down my naked body. I could also feel Marcus, still standing behind me, rubbing my back with his hands and kissing my back and neck. Soon, he had reached his hands around to my breasts and began groping them as he continued his light kisses on my back.

Marcus was all over me! He moved his hands from my breasts down my tummy, around my hips, and then he began to kiss down my back as he crouched down to his knees behind me. Now LaBrawn was groping my breasts while we continued to make out, as Marcus was rubbing his hands over my butt, occasionally giving the cheeks a "squeeze" and kissing them gently.

Then Marcus started kissing and sucking my breasts once LaBrawn's hands had moved from them. Marcus was rubbing his hands up and down my back as his kneeling cousin began to slide his fingers up and down my butt crack, eventually finding their way into the folds of my vagina. He continued to kiss my butt as he slid his thumb back and forth in my slit and finally sticking it in my ever-wettening hole. I found myself closing my eyes and really beginning to breathe faster, and I was glad my body was freshly-cleaned.

I was getting very turned on but I didn't want to climax in this way, so I pulled away from Marcus and asked the boys, "Whoa. Are you guys sure you're OK with this?" I stepped away from both of them to see their faces.

The boys looked at each other briefly, and as the question hung in the air I realized they had no problem with this...they were boys in the height of sexual excitement. I was really asking myself the question!

"Uh, s-sure, Miss Bach!" they both said. LaBrawn added, "That is, we are if YOU are."

I looked at both of them, bulges in both of their pants; faces young and handsome. I thought about how they were both Seniors, so they were old enough. I didn't think about the consequences, or I probably would have backed down and maybe just gave them handjobs or something. But as soon as I realized they were old enough, my own sexual hunger that they had started in me took over and I simply smiled and said, "Let's go upstairs."

I bent over to pick up my robe, still in a heap on the floor, which made me self-consciously ask myself if I had given the boys another "show." When I looked at them, I knew that I had. I just smiled and began walking to the stairs. As I walked up them, I knew the boys would have another view of my behind so I did a little extra "swaying". I could hear them saying to each other, "Man, can you believe this?" and "I can't believe this is happening to us!" I couldn't believe it either, but still, I had absolutely nothing telling me to "stop." I was burning up with a desire to make hard, passionate love to these two young men. I was still perplexed by these feelings, as I had never been with two men at the same time before, nor had I been with anyone this much younger than I.

We got upstairs and walked into my bedroom. The R&B music channel was still on my TV from when I was taking a bath, and it was playing another slow romantic number. Perfect! I told the boys to get undressed and put their clothes on the dresser as I walked back to my closet to hang my robe up.

When I came back into the room, the boys were already stripped nude, both with full erections! They just stood there smiling at me as if to say, "What now?"

Of course I barely looked at their faces now--my eyes were studying their sexual organs. Marcus had a long penis, and LaBrawn's was both long and thick. My heart raced as I thought about the "fun" I was about to have with these boys!

While I was standing there, LaBrawn and Marcus were also studying my naked body. LaBrawn said, "Miss Bach, why don't you dance around a little bit and give us a show first."

I certainly was no "dancer" by any stretch of the imagination, but I figured it wouldn't take much to satisfy these boys' raging hormones. I smiled and began to sway my hips to the beat of the song on the television, moving my arms up behind my head and closing my eyes, turning around slowly. I knew that what they really wanted was a nice 360° view of my body. When my butt was turned toward them, I bent over slightly and shook it to the beat.

"Aw, yeah!" Marcus said. "That's the way, baby!"

"Come on over here now," said LaBrawn.

I sauntered over to where the boys were standing and I passed between them as I climbed onto my bed and lay on my tummy. Then I said, "Would someone like to give me a back massage?"

Immediately, LaBrawn climbed up on the bed and began pushing his fingers into my back and shoulders. It felt really good! "Wow," I commented, "you're really good at that!"

"Thanks," he chuckled nervously. "My old girlfriend taught me." I knew his old girlfriend, Sayeesha. Suddenly my mind was filled with images of him and her naked and making love, which further excited me.

"Mm," I purred. "What else did she teach you?"

"You just relax and I'll show you later," he said confidently.

Then I could feel Marcus' hands on my butt, massaging it and spreading my cheeks open. "Mm-mm," he said, "That is one fine-lookin' ass, Miss Bach!"

"Yes, it sure is," agreed LaBrawn as he continued massaging my back. "I'm gonna get all up in that!" he added.

I smiled as I enjoyed the attention my body was receiving. I closed my eyes as both boys were now massaging me. LaBrawn was focusing on my upper back while Marcus centered his attention on my body from the waist down. Soon they were both kissing my shoulders, neck, back, and...oh yes, my backside. It was Marcus who I suppose had the "more fun" half of me, from his perspective. He started by kissing my butt cheeks gently as he kneaded them, continuing to open and close them. I felt so exposed every time my butt cheeks were spread; it felt so exciting and erotic! I was getting wetter by the second. Marcus soon discovered that fact as his kisses gradually went into my crack and down to my vagina. I could feel his hot breath and mouth as he began extending his tongue, licking the slit and lapping up my juices. It felt so good! I let him continue for a couple minutes, but my arousal was really heightening and I could tell Marcus either didn't know what a clitoris was or he simply could not contact it at that awkward angle.

I rolled over onto my back. The boys snuggled up on either side of me and immediately began kissing, stroking, and groping my body. When I would kiss one, the other would be nibbling my neck or ear, and then we'd switch as I kissed the other. Then one would start sucking the breast closest to them while the other continued kissing and rubbing me.

Eventually, the natural progression of everything led someone's hands down to my crotch. I opened my legs across each of theirs for easier access. All the while, I was being kissed and groped, and really getting turned on!

After about five minutes of this back-and-forth foreplay, I sat up and said, "Time to move on." I rolled over onto my tummy again and began to slide down to their very erect penises. I decided to take LaBrawn's into my mouth first. Slowly, I bobbed my head up and down his long shaft as he moaned in ecstasy. Marcus by now was sitting up, watching. I noticed, and began stroking his thick tool with my right hand while continuing LaBrawn's blowjob.

Then I switched and started sucking Marcus. I got up on my knees, with my butt in the air. LaBrawn moved back behind me and began massaging my buttocks and spreading them apart, as Marcus had earlier. He started to massage my vagina, occasionally sliding a finger or two in. I was really getting excited now! Suddenly, I felt LaBrawn's lips kissing my labia. I prayed he would start licking soon! Sure enough, the tongue came out. I pressed my butt against his face for encouragement, and the next thing I knew, he was really going at it! I could feel his nose pressed against my anus as his tongue flicked over and in and out of my slippery slit. I began to moan with pleasure, trying to concentrate on sucking poor Marcus.

"Tastes good, don't it?" Marcus asked LaBrawn.

"Mm-MM!" LaBrawn groaned. "Salty and sweet!" He then continued the oral assault on my crotch.

Suddenly, Marcus began to clench his jaw and breathe heavily, grunting and groaning.

"Don't cum in my mouth, sweetie," I said. I pulled my mouth away and slowly stroked him until I stopped touching him completely. "Let's save that for later."

I rolled away from LaBrawn's face and lie on my back again, ready to get down to business. I happened to notice the time and it was already 3:45. We had to leave by 5:00. But I was having so much fun!

Marcus moved off the bed and told LaBrawn, "I gotta taste me some seconds!"

LaBrawn laughed and said, "Man, I know what you mean! Hot DAMN that pussy's good!"

I moved down to the edge of the bed, where soon Marcus was burying his face in my crotch. I raised my knees up to my chest, my eyes closed. It felt good, but it soon became clear that Marcus still wasn't finding my clit. I had to stop him and explain that to him gently. It was a "teachable moment."

"Marcus," I said sensitively, "Do you see where the slit comes together at the top?"

"Mm-hm," he said.

"Start licking that--that's where it feels really good," I instructed. As he did, I again slid back into my dreamland state and let him please me.

It wasn't long before I felt my first orgasm building. Marcus was learning--hooray! I clenched my eyes shut and bit my bottom lip. Then I felt Marcus sliding one, then two fingers in and out of me, and that was all I needed. The orgasmic floodgates opened and my vagina began pulsating uncontrollably as I breathed heavily. LaBrawn told Marcus to start licking all around again--that I needed a break from my clit. I was so proud of him! Marcus did what he was told and it was PERFECT!

When I came down, I said, "Wow, you really figured that out."

Marcus smiled sheepishly and said, "I guess Music's not all you teach me."

I also commended LaBrawn and told him how impressed I was at his knowledge! He just smiled again as if to say, "Sayeesha."

"Well, who's going to be first?" I asked the boys as I scooted back up to the middle of the bed and opened my legs again in invitation.

Marcus didn't need to be asked twice. "Me!" he exclaimed, raising his hand as if he was still in my classroom. I found that amusing.

"OK!" I said as he got up on the bed and positioned himself over me missionary style. I reached down and guided his dick into my wetness.

Marcus closed his eyes and moaned as it slid in. "Aw!" he grunted. "That's really good!"

"Now Marcus, I don't want you to cum inside me, OK?" I said before he started pumping. I had no idea how fertile I was--the last time I had sex, the guy used a condom. Since I didn't have any handy, I figured it was better safe than sorry. I did not want the humiliation of becoming pregnant without a husband.

He barely shook his head in agreement as he began pushing himself into me further, then out again.

I kid you not: within seconds, he was pulling out of me, saying, "I can't take it no more!" as he ejaculated all over my tummy. I chuckled as he did, trying to be sensitive and supportive (all the while thankful he had enough control to still pull out).

He rested his head on my chest while the remaining hot liquid dripped from his cock onto my pale stomach. "Ohhh, that was good," he muttered in a daze of ecstasy. Again, I had to muffle a laugh. But then I realized that I could probably count on both hands the number of times I had had sex, so I should be forgiving.

Marcus clearly had little sexual experience, which I found ironic with all his bravado. I even wondered if perhaps I was his first by the way he was acting. I was now looking forward to letting the obviously more experienced LaBrawn take me.

I looked over at LaBrawn and he was staring at me intently, no hint of any amusement at his friend's silly behavior. I wondered if everything was OK.

Then he said, "Get up on your hands and knees, baby. I'm 'bout to show you how a REAL man gets it done!"

Wow, I thought. This guy is really taking charge and knows what he's doing! I had never had sex doggy-style, but I always wondered what it was like. I was excited I was about to experience it!




Afternoon Delight



I rolled over onto my tummy and got on my hands and knees, Marcus' semen dripping onto my comforter. LaBrawn positioned himself behind me, and I could feel the tip of his tool sliding up and down my slit, preparing to sink into the opening.

Then he glided right into me like a hot knife through butter. The feeling was sensational and I let out a little moan.

"That's right," he said. "You like it like this."

As he began to drive in and out of me, he said something I didn't expect. "I'm going to fuck you senseless, teacher," he said confidently. "And as I do, you're going to suck that boy's dick to get him hard again and give him a second chance when I'm done with you."

Before I could say anything, Marcus got back up on the bed and knelt in front of me, offering his semi-soft member to my face. I opened my mouth as he slid it in, while LaBrawn continued his pumping me from behind. That was still feeling really good!

Since I couldn't really slide my mouth up and down Marcus' cock (it was still soft), I simply rolled my tongue around it while it was in my mouth. Marcus seemed to like that. I looked up at him for some feedback.

"Aw yeah," he said. "That feels nice."

Meanwhile, LaBrawn had started keeping rhythm with the song on my TV. That's my good Music student, I thought to myself.

It seemed like we all stayed in this position for a good five minutes straight--I had never had someone screwing me for that long! I was actually starting to feel another orgasm building. This had only happened to me once before, in college, where I came without clitoral stimulation. I tried to stay focused on sucking Marcus, but I was definitely starting to get clumsy because I was distracted by the feelings down below, as well as the music and LaBrawn keeping rhythm with it.

Finally, I had to pull away from Marcus' cock, which was definitely erect again, and rest my head on the comforter. I started moaning with each of LaBrawn's thrusts, now oblivious to the world around me.

"That's it," said LaBrawn lustfully. "You take this cock all up inside o' you."

Then I heard Marcus ask: "You like Brawny's cock, teacher?" He began playing with my hair.

"Mm-hm!" I confirmed in a whiny voice.

"Yeah, you know she does," said LaBrawn. "This is how you fuck a woman 'til she satisfied!"

Just then, I was on the verge. "Oo, I think she cummin' on yo dick, Brawny!" announced Marcus.

I tightened up, squeezed my eyes shut, held my breath for a moment, and the floodgates of bliss poured throughout my body. I climaxed with wave after wave of pleasure as LaBrawn kept pumping in and out. Whatever vocal sounds I made, it was obvious to the boys I was cumming hard. Apparently, that sent LaBrawn over the edge.

I felt him pull out of me and start sliding his tool just above my butt crack as he moaned gruffly. Then I could feel several gobs of hot liquid squirting on my back. I was surprised how much he had in there! As he came down, I rolled over onto my back again, exhausted. LaBrawn collapsed on top of me and I held him as we caught our breath.

"That..." I breathed, "That was so good!"

"You ain't lyin'!" replied LaBrawn. "Damn, you hot, girl!"

I laughed at the thought, but was glad someone thought so.

"So," I started. "You say other guys talk about me being 'hot'?"

"They sure do," said Marcus, still playing with my hair. "We all think you're the one to watch!"

"Watch? How?" I asked curiously.

"As in, watch as you walk across campus or bend over in the classroom," answered LaBrawn. "We talk about it between classes or at lunch."

"Well, you guys certainly can't talk about today," I said. "Deal?"

"Deal," both boys said almost in unison.

I looked up and saw Marcus' hard cock and was reminded of LaBrawn's order to give "the boy" a second chance to fuck me. I started stroking it as I looked quickly at the time. It was now 4:20. "You think you can do me in less than ten minutes?" I asked him. LaBrawn got off the bed to make room for his cousin. As he did, he said, "Roll on over to ya side."

I did as I was told, curious as to what was coming next. Then, from behind me, he reached between my legs and raised my top leg into the air. "Now, come on in and slide it on in from the back," LaBrawn told Marcus.

Without answering, Marcus positioned himself behind me. I again guided his penis to my warm opening and he slid it in. Since I had already climaxed, I was just enjoying the feeling of the warm rod sliding in and out of me, but Marcus wanted more of a show like LaBrawn had created.

"Doesn't that feel good, teacher?" he asked.

"Oh, yes!" I over-dramatized. "Do me! Screw me, baby! Yes! Yes!"

"Yeah, I'm fuckin' my teacher," he said.

"Come on, Lil Mac!" encouraged LaBrawn. "Give it to her! Show her what ya got, boy!"

Marcus started pumping harder and harder, and I started moaning again (still acting), and before I knew it, he was cumming again. This time he barely pulled out in time--I felt his cum hit the folds of my vagina and then I assumed onto the comforter.

When he was done, I rolled over and gave Marcus a deep kiss. Then I stood and did the same to LaBrawn, thanking them for showing an old gal a good time. "No way you old, teacher!" exclaimed Marcus. "You one fine woman!"

I quickly showered (as the boys watched, of course), making small talk about school as I cleaned the two boys' semen off my body. As I got my makeup and dress on, they also got their tuxes on. Once we got back downstairs, I quickly microwaved some chicken nuggets and we ate them in the car. We were a little late getting there--some of the other students had already arrived. But the concert went well and I drove the boys to their grandmother's house afterward, thanking them again for the wonderful afternoon and reminding them not to talk about it to anyone at school.

The next day, a Saturday, I took the comforter--now definitely a "cum-forter"-- to the laundry mat to get it cleaned. It made me reminisce about the previous day's adventure, and the sexual hunger I had awakened.

The following Monday, the boys acted very cool and normal, which really impressed me. But as I walked across campus, for the first time I noticed LaBrawn, Marcus, and their friends gawking at me. I wondered if they were keeping our secret. I wondered if they even could.

After I left school that afternoon, I stopped by the local adult store and picked up a big, thick, black dildo. When I got home, I immediately went upstairs, stripped off my clothes, got on my bed, and pounded myself into oblivion; all the while imagining the hard bodies of the boys who had certainly taught ME a thing or two.

THE END



Afternoon Delight



Amanda answered the phone. It was Dylan. "Hi babe," he said. "Guess what?" 

"I don't know," she answered. "Good news?" 

"Yup, I'm off work early today. Be home in about two hours." 

"Oh, wow!" she said. "That's a surprise." 

"I had fun last night," he whispered into the phone. 

"Me too," she giggled. "You fuck me sooo good!" 

"I'm still horny," he whispered. 

"Me too," she moaned. "Get home and fuck me! The girls are in school 'till three." 

"Put on that black dress that I like," he said. "No panties or braw either!" 

"Is that right?" she quipped. "Aren't we being demanding!" 

"I'll have a surprise for ya," he whispered. 

"Mmmmm, I like surprises. Don't buy me any more toys though, save your money. That last one is the ultimate." 

"No, I was thinking of something much better," Dylan laughed. 

Amanda could hear other laughter in the background. "Who's there with you?" she asked. 

"My buddy Chris," he answered. "Thought I'd introduce you guys." 

"Is that right?!" she retorted. "And you want me all horny and dressed slutty when he meets me for the first time?" 

"Here, say hi to Chris," said Dylan as he passed the phone." 

"Hi Amanda, how are ya?" Chris asked. 

"Hi, ummm...I'm good, how are you?" 

"Not bad, I don't know what Dylan is up to, he likes to tease." 

"Yeah, you boys get together, the testosterone starts overflowing!" 

"Ask her if she's horny," laughed Dylan. 

"I'm not asking her that!" belts Chris. 

"Ask me what? said Amanda. 

"He wants me to ask you if you're horny," Chris whispered, somewhat seductively. 

"I should ask you the same thing!" she replied. "But I already know the answer to that! A couple of dirty dogs!" she said. 

"Ha ha," Chris laughed. "You have a nice voice on the phone," he flirted. 

"Is that right! You're a smooth one!" she replied. 

"So, are ya? he asked. "Horny?" 

Amanda paused... her breath caught in her throat... "Yeah... I am," she began to play along. Another long pause.... 

"Does me asking you, make you even more horny?" 

"Actually... yeah," she answered" 

"I can't wait to meet you!" he said. "Dylan's told me so much about you!" 

"I'll bet!" she replied. 

"So, what's for lunch?" Chris asked. 

"What do you want?" she asked, knowing very well it was a loaded question. 

"I'm thinking.... you," he whispered into the phone. 

"Is that right!" she mussed. He and Dylan chuckled, having fun tormenting her over the phone. 

"Well, here's Dylan," he said, handing the phone back. 

"Hi baby," Dylan whispered. 

"You guys are bad!" she said. 

"So, ya wanna be bad?" he asked. 

"I'll play along," she replied. 

"Black dress?" he asked. 

"Maybe... I don't know if I should take you guys seriously," she exclaimed. 

"Well, if you wear it, we can't back down." 

"I would hope not, after getting a girl all hyped up!" she retorted. 

"Ok, don't start without us," Dylan chuckled. 

"Mmmmm...maybe I will," she teased.

Amanda hung up the phone, fluffing back her hair, thinking she'd better take a shower. She hurried around, doing a quick tidy job, throwing last night's dishes in the sink to soak. 

She got in the shower and thought about that phone call as the hot water rained down over her back. Lathering her hair with shampoo, Amanda wondered what Chris would look like. Dylan had described him as bald and good looking. 

She imagined her hands on his bald head as he went down on her, Dylan watching from somewhere else in the room. She rinsed her hair, the suds pouring down over her naked breasts. 

Amanda's eyes were closed as she began touching herself. The thought of this Chris guy, she hadn't even met yet, maybe fucking her in front of Dylan, turned her on. Her pussy started getting slippery wet as she played with herself in the hot shower. 

Amanda grabbed a shampoo bottle, inserting the end into her aching cunt. She placed one foot up on the inside edge of the tub as she worked the bottle in and out of her wanton pussy. "Oh yeah, fuck me!" she said aloud, as if talking to Chris, wishing he were there right now.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, as she worked her other fingers against her twat. She thought about his cock, filling her pussy, as she feverishly worked the bottle in and out. "Ohhhh...f...f...fuck!" she blurted as she came all over the shampoo bottle.

Her legs trembled as she finished her shower in a somewhat horny frenzie. She dried off, scurried to the bedroom and sat naked on the bed, drying her long dark hair with the hair dryer. Amanda took the time to straighten it with the flat iron, thinking it would add a sexy touch to the black dress. 

She put the dress on, low cut in the front, and just short enough to show some thigh. She then dabbled some perfume on her neck, between her breasts and inside her thighs.

Finally, she pulled a black thong on, "Can't make it too easy for them!" she said to herself. 

She made the bed, fluffing up the pillows. Amanda just loved their new four poster bed, they got when they bought their new house. She pulled down the sheer opaque canopy from the top, adding a touch of sultry romance to the room. 

She lit an incense candle adding an exotic scent to the room and pulled down the blind. The room was dark and very sexy.

Amanda went into the kitchen and proceeded to do the dishes as she enthusiastically waited for the guys to arrive. Her pussy ached as she wondered how this would all go down. She was somewhat nervous, but excited at the same time. 

Her and Dylan had done something similar at a party once before and it had been a lot of fun. Dylan seemed to thrive on the thrill of seeing her fucking someone else. It had only happened the once, but he had talked about it many times since. 

She became aware that she had been rubbing her twat up against the door handle of the cupboard beneath the sink as she washed dishes and fantasized about the hours to come. She started to sweat, doing dishes on such a very hot day.

Just then, the door opened and in they came. Amanda's breath caught in her throat as she heard them coming up the stairs behind her. She focused on the dishes, almost afraid to turn around. 

Dylan came up behind her, putting his arms around her and kissing her neck. "Hi gorgeous," he whispered. 

"Hi yourself," she whispered back. 

"Wow, you smell good," his hands were on her breasts, caressing them as he spoke. "This is my buddy Chris." 

Amanda turned, drying her hands with a towel and saying, "Hi Chris." 

"Hi Amanda, pleased to meet you," he answered, looking her up and down as he blatantly checked her out. 

"Want a beer?" Dylan asked him. 

"Sure," Chris answered as he continued to stare at Amanda. She returned to finish the dishes, aware that Chris's staring eyes were upon her. Chris leaned up against the counter as Dylan opened the beers. 

They slugged back on their drinks and Dylan was behind her again, kissing her neck. Amanda paused, tilting her head to the side. "Mmmmm.... she moaned. His hands were on her breasts again, caressing them. 

Amanda glanced at Chris who leaned back against the counter, watching them intently. He was, as Dylan said, good looking. Young, about 28 and in good shape. He licked his lips and swallowed hard as he stared at her. 

"You're hot," Dylan said. 

"It's a hot day," she whispered. 

Dylan ran the cold water, filling his cupped hands and placed them on her breasts again. "Aaahhh!" she gasped. He squeezed them gently, her nipples getting hard under the cool wet material. "Mmmmm..." she moaned again as he strummed her nipples with his thumbs. "You're bad," she whispered, as Dylan turned her around, kissing her between her breasts.

"What do you think?" Dylan whispered in her ear. 

"About what?" she asked. "You like him?" Dylan asked. 

"He's cute," she whispered. 

Dylan took her hand and with a gentle spin, twirled her backward, into Chris's arms. Chris hugged her from behind, gently squeezing her wet breast. 

Amanda grabbed his beer and took a swig, freeing his other hand to do the same. She set his beer on the counter and placed her hands over Chris's as he fondled her. 

She could hardly breathe as he caressed her tits. Amanda stared back at Dylan as she grinded her hips up against Chris.

"I don't know if I can do this in front of ya man," said Chris. 

Dylan moved closer, his hand up under Amanda's dress groping her crotch. He lifted her dress a little. 

"Oh... bad girl! You put a thong on!" He hooked his finger in the thong, pulling her close and whispered in her ear, "Are you horny?"

"Yeah, I am," she smiled, rubbing the front of his jeans. 

"Maybe you should take Chris here to the bedroom while I finish the dishes. I'll join you later." 

Amanda smiled, reaching behind, finding Chris's hand and lead him out of the kitchen. A few steps down the hallway, they paused as Chris tugged on her. 

No words were spoken. He held her against the wall by her wrists as they kissed long and hard, probing each other with their tongues. She could hear the sound of Dylan clanking dishes in the sink. 

Amanda could hardly breathe as she surrendered to Chris's passionate advances. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, and gently cupped her muff. "Oh, you're not so shy after all!" she quipped. 

"Just in front of Dylan," he said. 

Dylan sauntered by the end of the hall as he went into the living room. He glanced in their direction, smiling at the steamy moment that Amanda and Chris were having. He turned on the stereo, cranking some Mazzy Star to set the mood. 

Amanda had one leg up, grinding on Chris's hand and looked at Dylan as he made his way back into the kitchen. Dylan smiled at her and all she could do was gaze back in a horny state.

It was all so bad and dirty, stealing off to the bedroom like this! Amanda was so unbelievably horny! 

She broke away, leading Chris down the hall and into the room. He paused to close the door as she backed up against the bed. 

"Wow!" he said as he gazed about the room and took in all of her sultry beauty. Amanda reached behind, moving the canopy aside as he approached. "You are beautiful!" he whispered as he dropped to his knees in front of her. 

"You're not so bad yourself," she whispered back.

Amanda gasped as his head went up under her dress and he pulled her thong down a few inches. His tongue was on her, licking, probing, tickling her aching pussy. 

She grinded her twat on his face as she caressed his bald head. "Mmmmm... that feels good," she whispered. Amanda's pussy tingled with excitement. "I've been thinking about this all morning!" she moaned. 

Chris stood up, coaxing her back onto the bed as he removed her thong. "You weren't supposed to wear this," he mussed. 

"I thought you might have fun taking it off," she said. 

"I'll have fun fucking you!" he retorted. 

"Mmmmm.... Me too!" she replied. She laid back on the bed as he hiked up her dress and once again his face was between her thighs. "Ohhh... god..." she moaned, as he ravaged her pussy. 

Amanda pulled his head into her, grinding her wet pussy on his face as he probed her hot cunt with his tongue. She closed her eyes, it was all so surreal. Mazzy Star echoing in the background, the smell of the incense, whisking off to her bedroom with this guy she had just met! It was like a naughty dream! 

His hands were on her breasts and Amanda peeled away the material, exposing her tits to his groping paws. Her nipples were hard as he squeezed her boobs. "You're gonna make me cum!" she hissed. 

"Mmmmm...." He moaned into her pussy as he licked her clit. 

The vibration of his moaning sent her over the edge! "Oh... god! Here I cum! Ohhh... fuck! I'm cumming!" He licked her clit faster as she moaned and came on his face!

Chris stood up, taking off his t-shirt, as Amanda watched. He had a cleanly shaven chest and a nice sort of tribal tattoo on his shoulder. He dropped his jeans and then peeled down his briefs as she gazed at his hardened cock. 

"Oh, my!" she cooed. "Aren't I a lucky girl today!" she exclaimed. He was well endowed and ready for action! Amanda's pussy ached in anticipation of what was to come. 

She quickly sat up and grasped his prick with both hands. "What a beautiful cock you have!" She pulled down on it, feeling it grow in her hands. 

She leaned over, taking it in her mouth, feeling it pulsate as she sucked on him. "Oh, fuck..." he moaned. 

She took in as much as she could, he had quite a girth. She couldn't wait to get fucking this guy! Amanda licked up and down his shaft, feeling his balls, running her finger up and down the crack of his ass. "Oh god!" he hissed. "That feels sooo good!" he moaned, as she sucked on the head of it.

Just then, the door opened and Dylan quietly entered the room. Nobody said anything as he removed his clothes. Amanda glanced in his direction and saw that he was hard as a rock, she continued to suck on Chris. 

Two beautifully hard cocks to play with! She was so turned on by Dylan initiating this kind of play and wondering how this was going to unfold! Dylan moved around to the other side of the bed behind her and sat on his knees, stroking his cock as he watched. 

Amanda looked up at Chris, squeezing his cock she said, "I think you should fuck me with this big thing!" 

She turned around to face Dylan, "Oh baby," she cooed, bending over and grasping Dylan's penis. Chris took up position behind her as she began to suck Dylan off. She held onto Dylan's cock and gasped as Chris entered her from behind. 

"Mmmmm..." she moaned. 

"Feel good baby?" asked Dylan. 

"Uh huh," she panted as Chris began reaming in and out from behind. She shoved her ass up against his loins as he pummelled her. "Ohhh fuck!" she panted. "You're so fucking big!" 

She laid her head in Dylan's lap. "He's fucking you good," Dylan whispered. 

"Oh yeah baby!" she stammered, Chris's balls slapping her ass!

Amanda reached in underneath herself, fingering her clit as Chris rammed her from behind! "Ohhh... f..u..c..k!" she blurted. "I'm cumming!" With that, she let out a scream, "Ahhhhhhhhhh! F..u..c..k! Fuck me hard, Chris! Ohhh... f..f..fuuuck!" Amanda came and came hard! 

Chris stood up, his big wet cock glistening in the candlelight. Amanda turned around and stood up in front of him, a glazed look of hunger in her eyes. Her hands on his chest, they kissed. 

She glanced back at Dylan and smiled. He was stroking on his still hard wang. She kissed Chris again, reaching down to pull on his meat. "Lay on the floor," she whispered. He dropped to the floor on his back, his quivering dong standing straight up in the air. 

"It's hot in here," she said, as Amanda peeled the dress off over her head. Straddling him, she eased her pussy down over his cock, lowering herself slowly to take in his large mass. 

She began thrusting her hips back and forth, her hands on his chest as she grinded on him. "Ohhh... my... fuck!" he moaned as she started to ride him. 

The candle began to flicker as it was getting close to burning out. 

Dylan laid across the bed to watch as she fucked Chris's ass off. He leaned over the edge and engaged Amanda in a long, hungry kiss, as the candle flickered out. Amanda continued to hump Chris in almost total darkness as Dylan caressed her tits. 

The room began to smell of sex. The music had stopped and all that could be heard were the sounds of cock and pussy interaction mixed with the moans of Chris and Amanda.

"Cum on his big cock!" Dylan whispered in her ear. 

"Ummmm..." she moaned in response. She was already fingering her clit again, as she rode this lovely big penis. 

"You feel sooo good on my cock!" Chris groaned. 

"You fill me up sooo good!" she panted. Her ass slapped loudly on his hips as she slammed up and down on him. 

Dylan pinched her nipples as she fingered herself. Chris shoved up into her faster and faster now. "Oh god!" she yelled. "Here I cum!" Amanda humped her hot pussy on him hard. Her fingers frigging herself off with a heated vengeance. She was sooo horny! Ohhh...ffuuuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaaahhhh! Fuuuuck!" she screamed as she came all over Chris's cock.

Dylan helped her up, Amanda's legs were shaky. He hugged he from behind as Chris stood up. 

"Wow!" Amanda exclaimed, as she reached out to stroke Chris's still very hard prick. Pulling him close, she was sandwiched between the two of them. 

Dylan caressed her tits from behind as she ran her fingertips down Chris's chest. Chris's hard penis bobbed against her twat as Dylan's throbbing prick pressed against her from behind. 

She reached around, grabbing Chris's hard ass as they kissed. Then she tilted her head back and engaged Dylan in a long kiss, reaching behind, to stroke his shaft.

"I think you boys need to cum!" she said. Doug was feeling her ass and Chris was fondling her tits. She had one hand in front and one behind as she stroked them both. 

"Double penetration?" Dylan whispered. 

"I don't know... maybe," Amanda pondered. 

"What are we doin'?" Chris asked. 

"Can you cum up hill?" Amanda asked. 

"I can cum in any direction you want," he teased. 

"Bonus!" she said, coaxing him back onto the bed. 

She climbed aboard him and straddled his hips. With her finger tips, she slowly guided his large dick up into her pussy. "Ughhhh..." she gasped as she mounted him again. 

She leaned forward, placing her hands on Chris's shoulders as she grinded her hot pussy on his big cock. Her long hair fell across his chest as she gently bit his nipples. 

Then Dylan's tongue was on the crack of her ass, licking as she fucked. "Feel good?" Dylan asked. 

"Uh huh..." she moaned. "Really fuck'n good! Oh god!" she panted, as Dylan stuck a finger in her ass. "Ummmmm..." she moaned. 

She leaned down, kissing Chris longingly as she grinded on his cock, Dylan reaming her ass with his finger. It felt so fucking good!

Her cunt ached so bad now, she felt as though she needed to cum one more time! "I might have to cum on you again," she whispered to Chris. 

He moaned in response and she felt him getting rock hard inside her! 

"Want me to cum on that big hard thing of your's again?" she asked. 

"Yep," he replied. 

"Are you gonna cum for me?" she whispered. 

"Uh huh," he panted. 

Amanda closed her eyes, grinding her hips. "God! You're sooo hard! Mmmmm..." she moaned. "I want you to cum inside me!" She reamed her twat on his hard cock. "I want to feel your hot cum in me!" she whispered.

Amanda felt Dylan's hands on her back, then gasped as he slowly penetrated her ass from behind! "Ohhhh...fuuuuck!" she moaned. His cock felt sooo big as he slowly penetrated her ass! 

She stopped grinding on Chris, as she allowed herself to get adjusted to the cock in her ass. Dylan slowly moved in and out and it started to feel really good. 

Amanda slowly began to move her hips again, feeling so full of cock right now. "Oh... my... god!" she panted as they increased their tempo. 

They all worked in unison, Dylan would push, then Chris would push as Amanda got stuffed with cocks. 

She leaned down, kissing Chris again as the two men banged her harder. The slapping noises filled the room as Dylan's balls slapped her ass and she pounded on Chris! 

"Ohhh... f..f..fuuuck... f..f..fuck... me... you ... guys!" she panted. Chris was thrusting up and down with a vengeance and Dylan was pounding her hard from behind! 

There was nothing she could do except take it! And take it she did! Amanda could hardly think, it felt so fucking awesome! 

Chris was moaning, Dylan was groaning, they both were very hard! She felt severely fucked as they both rammed her! She knew they were both close to cumming. 

Amanda grinded her twat on Chris's loins, as Dylan pounded her ass. "Oh god... you... guys!" she panted. "You're... gonna... make... me ... cum!" 




Afternoon Delight



As I looked in the rear-view mirror to apply lip gloss, my stomach fluttered in anticipation. We had been talking about meeting in person since we met online over a year ago. It had taken this long for it to become a possibility. After I had moved from the city 6 months ago, I never thought it would happen. He was in my area for a business meeting and had asked if I wanted to meet for a late lunch. Initially I had jumped at the idea of getting to finally see the face that so many of my fantasies had been based on, but now my stomach was full of butterflies.

When I entered the nearly empty restaurant, I could see him smiling across the room in a dark corner. I couldn't help but return his grin with one of my own. Walking across the floor towards him, I looked in appreciation at the handsome man I was finally meeting. 

He stood from his chair and held his hand out in welcome as I came closer. My small hands were engulfed in his as he pulled me into a close hug. I held on tight as I took in the smell of his cologne. His hands stroked up and down my back and came to rest lightly at the top of my ass. His touch caused a sudden rush of warmth between my thighs as memories of all our sexual teasing came to mind.

I broke the hug before I could make a fool of myself by mauling him in public. My hormones hadn't been kicked into overdrive like this in a long time. I stepped away and sat in my chair as the waitress came over to take our drink order. 

After she left our table, I noticed that our two chairs had been moved so close together that our shoulders almost touched. My hands shook nervously as I tried to read the menu and not let him catch me sneaking glances at him out of the corner of my eye. 

"See anything that interests you? I can see you watching me."

With a small giggle, I let go of my nervousness and allowed my gaze to meet his straight on and lightly licked my lips. "I don't see anything tall, dark and handsome offered here."

His eyes darkened in response to my innuendo and a light laugh fell from his lips. "Maybe that's on the dessert menu."

After the waitress returned with our drinks and left to turn in our food order, we fell into easy conversation. We talked about work and our lives and past relationships. We made apologies for missed meeting and failed dates. At some time, the waitress had delivered our food but it lay untouched as we talked.

I noticed at some point his hand had come to rest on my leg and was drawing circles around and around on my thigh. With each circle, his fingers dipped further down between my closed thighs. 

I shifted in my chair so that my legs fell open to his wondering hands. His dark gaze held mine as he worked up the material of my skirt so that his warm skin lay upon mine. A quick glance around the restaurant showed that we were the only patrons left and the wait staff was busy chatting at the bar on the other side of the room.

He smiled in appreciation when his fingers found wetness without the barrier of panties. As he penetrated the folds of my pussy, I let out a low moan and slipped further down in my chair. 

He used his other hand to place mine on top of the hardness inside his pants. His fingers explored the wet warmth between my legs as I gently massaged his hard on. 

My eyes closed as he flicked my swollen clit back and forth. He fingers delved deeper and I could barely contain my gasp as they slipped inside my tight pussy. He pumped 2 fingers in and out as his thumb played with my aching clit. I began to squirm in my chair as struggled to maintain composure. OMG! I was going to cum in the middle of a restaurant!

A loud laugh from across the room broke our intimate moment. I quickly sat up and rearranged my skirt. My shaking hands reached for my drink. I was unable to hold onto the slippery glass as it crashed to the table, spilling water into my lap. Flustered, I excused myself to the restroom at the waitress appeared to clean up my mess.

Inside the bathroom, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes were glassy with desire. After ringing out as much of the water from my skirt as I could, I dampened a paper towel and washed my hot face. I leaned my forehead against the cool mirror as I drew in ragged breaths.

The sound of the opening door caused me to jump back. I saw the man who caused my current condition walk into the room and lean against the closed door. 

With no hesitation, I hungrily moved towards him. My lips found his as he pulled up my shirt and stared at my breasts covered in pink cotton. He scooped one breast out and suckled at the nipple as I reached for his belt with one hand and locked the door with the other. I dropped to my knees in front of him while pulling his pants and underwear down his legs. 

His cock popped free and bobbed in front of my face. I closed my lips around his shaft and held onto his ass as I began to worship his cock. He wrapped his hands in my hair, using them to set my tempo. I could feel his cock harden and his balls twitch. Before he could cum, he pulled me to my feet and pushed me towards the sink. 

He bent me over the sink as he pulled up my skirt. He rubbed his hands over my ass before gracing it with a stinging slap. I growled deep in my throat as I pushed my exposed pussy against his pulsing cock. He laughed at my impertinence. 

He pushed me back down low and slid deep inside of me. I glanced up into the mirror in front of me as he pounded into me. His eyes were closed and sweat was beading on his forehead but I had never seen anything sexier. 

My moans of pleasure urged him harder and deeper as I held on for dear life. I could feel my own orgasm coming when he dug his fingers into my hips and opened his eyes and met mine in the mirror.

"Please," I begged. "Don't stop."

He reached around and with a few quick flicks of his long fingers had me shooting over the edge. I could feel my muscles clenching around his cock, fueling his own release and milking him as his hot cum shot into me as I quivered in pleasure. 

He tightened his hold on me as we both tried to catch our breath. His now soft cock slipped out of my dripping pussy with a soft plop. I could feel our combined juices running down my leg and smiled in pleasure.

After pulling my skirt back down to cover me and straightening his own clothes, he leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "Thanks for dessert!"



Afternoon Delight



"Slow down Ann; tell me again what he wanted."

"He said he wanted to take my back door."

"Do you mean..."

"Yes, sister dear, he wanted to fuck me in my ass. You wana know what I did, I'll tell you what I did I demanded he take me home that very instant. Once I was home I told him I never wanted to see him again."

Although rather surprised none of this information from her sister shocked Jean. In fact, she found it intriguing and once hanging up she couldn't get the thought out of her mind. When she and Alan were dating, anal was a regular part of their sexual repertoire. Jean enjoyed anal so much she began to prefer it to regular sex and Alan delivered much pleasure as he took her for his own enjoyment.

However, Jean and Alan were not meant to be and once apart Jean never considered that she would have trouble finding another lover to enjoy anal with her. The first man she dated after Alan was, well she couldn't even remember his name, looked at her aghast when she requested him to take her anally. Jean quickly found to her dismay that many men had no desire for anal and finally she just quick asking, that way avoiding the embarrassment.

Well it was oblivious to Jean that Ann's date had taken out the wrong sister. Could she solve this dilemma without offending her sister or even worse making her think she was immoral sexually? The more she thought on it the wetter she became and soon she couldn't care less what her sister thought about it. She knew his name was Jack and where he worked, now if only they didn't have too many people with that name. She called his work and as the phone rang, she realized she had no idea how he looked. When the receptionist answered, she asked for Jack and then was put on hold. What was she going to say to him, this was a mistake---

"This is Jack Sims, how can I help you?"

"Hello Jack, my name is Jean, I'm Ann's sister. I need to talk to you and I'm hoping you'll meet me for coffee after work or even lunch if you're free."

She could hear her own heart thumping as she realized how forward she was being but on Jack's end was pure silence.

"Hello, are you there?"

"Yes I'm here; I'm just wondering why you're interested in talking to me. If Ann wants to tell me something, she can tell me to my face."

"No, Ann knows nothing of this and I would hope she never learns of our conversation. I can't talk over the phone but please meet me."

He thought for a while and the agreed to a meeting for lunch that very afternoon.

Jean wasn't sure just how this meeting would go but just in case she jumped in the shower where she not only shaved all the hair from her body she cleaned her back door thoroughly. Once hairless and anally hygienic she leaned back on the shower wall and let the water cascade over her clit. She enjoyed masturbation by water and as she let memories of Alan and his back door loving run through her mind. After so many orgasms that she was beginning to feel so weak that her legs were beginning to shake she turned off the shower. She felt so naughty by her boldness with Jack that she decided not even to wear the tiny thong she had picked, she was going commando.

Jack knew he was making a big mistake, even worrying that maybe Ann had some brothers laying in wait to do ill with him. He couldn't say for sure why he was keeping this date; maybe it was the sound of her voice he just couldn't say. He watched her walk into the coffee shop and was glad he got there first so he could scrutinize her. Jack was surprised by her looks, not slim like her sister but full figured just as he liked his women. Big dark eyes and full red lips spoke of nothing but sex to him, her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders to caress the tops of her breasts. However, it was her rump that Jack found fascinating. It was big and round and he kept thinking about taking a bite out of it as if it was some sinful apple.

Jean was aware she was nervous and as they introduced themselves to each other, she knew she had better just speak before she chickened out.

"This is soo embarrassing and I'm not sure what you will think about me but I think the only way is for me to just say it. My sis told me what you wanted to do to her the other night, no don't apologize I understand. Please just let me talk before I lose my nerve. I had a boyfriend and he and I did, well did what you asked Ann to do."

She stopped finally too embarrassed to go on, or even look in his face. Her faced, still bowed she sensed more than saw his presence next to her and she jumped when he took her arm. When she stood, he kissed her and without another word, they left the coffee shop together. He opened the door of his car for her but only spoke when he too was seated on his side.

"I know this was hard for you but I'm so glad that you were brave. Come with me right now to my place and I'll do what I can to make you a happy woman."

Jack leaned over and kissed her again, then started the car and raced home. Jean could feel herself getting wet from the anticipation of what lie ahead. She could just tell her humiliation would be worth it and this would be an afternoon of delight.

Once inside his apartment there was no need for delay, both knew what they wanted and it was the same thing. Jean didn't even undress all she did was crawl up on Jack's king size bed, then pull her skirt up over her butt. She got into the doggie position spreading her massive thighs to open her cheeks wide. She looked over her shoulder at him, watching him undress. She kept moving her ass back and forth in anticipation; he was handsome enough but right now only one thing mattered.

"Please, just hurry, I need it now, don't hurt me but don't be gentle either."

Jack was almost beside himself with passion, here was this massive ass undulating before him as she begged him to bugger her. He had never met such a wanton women before and it was turning him on something fierce. He reached in his bed stand for his lube and then liberally coated both his cock and her bum hole with it. Then with no foreplay, he buried himself inside her. When she screamed, he thought he'd hurt her and stopped

"No, no, don't stop, oh it's so good, I've waited so long for this, oh yes, oh yes."

Instead of pain, it was the first of many orgasms that Jean was to experience that day and as soon as Jack saw her pleasure he came too as he erupted deep in her rectum. 

They lay together on the bed too exhausted to speak, both just panting as two dogs in the hot afternoon. After some time Jack recovered enough to talk,

"Jean, I didn't use protection but I want you to know I'm safe so there is no need to worry."

Jean who hadn't even thought about it told him she too was safe and then giggled when she said she loving the feeling of him tricking out of her butt.

Jack called his office to say he wasn't coming back and then inviting Jean to shower with him. It was a randy shower that ended up with sex the old fashioned way, front door style but standing. After, they had lasagna leftovers, eaten cold and right out of the pan washed down with Chianti poured into water glasses. They finished the bottle as they talked, they soon realized the only thing they had in common was the sex. Jean wondered if you could build a relationship on sex alone. As Jack held her hand leading her back to his bedroom all she could think was, "God I hope so." 



Afternoon Delight



I wake up in the bed in our hotel room and stretch. Looking over at you, I see you are fast asleep so I crawl out and walk to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as you are snoring away and I don't like stuffy rooms.

I am totally oblivious to the fact that the combination of the shifting of the bed as I got out and the afternoon light filtering through the curtains did wake you but you were too worn out from our last round of sex to let me know. However, you were more than happy to watch my ass wiggle as I was walking away.

I turn on the light in the shower, leaving the rest of the bathroom partly shadowed as I set the water temp on the fully enclosed glass shower. You watch me move around as I collect my stuff for my shower, my breasts moving and swaying as I do.

I stretch my back out, arching and mmmm-ing before cupping first one breast and then the other to check for any marks you may have left, blushing as I remember your cock buried snugly between them.

Rasping my thumbs over my nipples and waking them up a little, I moan and smile before placing one foot on the closed toilet to check my pedicure, my breast swinging free...

Satisfied with my first foot, I switch feet and you catch a glimpse of my pussy, all wet and glistening, winking at you to catch your attention.

I open the shower door and walk in, enjoying that the shower is as big as my entire washroom at home. I place my raspberry shower gel and bath pouf on a handy bench built into the shower and step under the spray.

I stand there a moment, just enjoying the warm water washing over me and relaxing the muscles that got misused when we were playing.

You decide you need a better view and grab the chair at the desk in the room, setting it just outside the door where you can see me just fine but are still in the shadows so I cannot see you.

I squirt some apricot scrub into my hand and raise my arms to wash my face and head, raising the girls and causing them to bump around as I work.

I step back under the spray to rinse the scrub off and reach for the shower gel, pouring a generous amount on my bath pouf, working it into a nice, thick lather and smiling as the aroma of raspberries fills my senses.

I run the pouf down one arm and then the other, bringing it up to my shoulder and swirling it around first my left breast and then my right, lifting them one at a time to wash all around and beneath them, letting them fall and bounce back into place.

I run the pouf down to my tummy, smiling and remembering you kissing it as you were making your way down to spend some quality time with my pussy, letting your tongue dip into my belly button and tickle on its journey down.

My hands dip lower with the pouf and leave a swirl of raspberry scented bubbles in its wake as I wash down one leg, starting at my hip, getting all around my thigh and continuing on down to my knee and calf, ending with my foot.

I work my way up the other leg, turning as I do to swirl the pouf behind me to wash my ass, still sporting some really nice red hand prints from when you put me over your knee earlier. I jump a little as I hit a sensitive spot, moaning just loud enough for you to hear over the water.

By this time you are standing and leaning against the door jamb, your cock very awake and enjoying the show as I start to wash my pussy, using one hand to open the folds as I use the other to direct the pouf and make sure I don't miss any bits of her.

I step back under the water to rinse off; you keep your eyes glued to the bubbles sluicing down my body, watching as the last of them cling hopefully to my breasts before they too go the way of the rest of the lather and head down the drain.

I settle on the bench and grab the hand held shower head to thoroughly rinse between and beneath my breasts and before directing the spray towards my pussy, my clit once again hard and engorged, all ready to play.

I tease myself a little with the spray of water, gasping as I cum just that quickly, crying out, not caring at that point if I wake you or not. You clear your throat and I gasp and look up, meeting your eyes, letting mine travel down your body to see your cock standing straight up. You hold my gaze as you step to the toilet, I let my eyes travel down to your penis once again and watch as you take a moment to relieve yourself. 

Finishing, you close the lid and flush, and then start walking towards me, the tiger stalking his prey. You step into the shower and kneel in front of me, taking the shower head from me to replace the spray of water with your mouth and tongue, diving into my pussy without any warning to let your tongue dance against my G-spot, licking up all of my juices.

I cry out and grab onto your head, holding you in place to make sure you don't stop before I am ready for you to. I hook my legs over your shoulder and buck my hips and shudder as you pull another orgasm out of me.

I sigh happily as I come down and slide my hands down to cup the sides of your neck and pull your face up to mine to give me a long, slow, wet kiss, twining our tongues together. I can smell myself on your lips and taste myself on your tongue.

You wrap your arms around me and pull me to you as we stand, moving us under the spray of water. I step from your embrace and reach for the shampoo and nudge you down to your knees. "Now you know, you need to behave so you don't end up with soap in your eyes."

You grin up at me and then simply wrap your arms around me, holding on to my ass, just lightly rubbing it occasionally. I squirt a little shampoo into my hand and hand the bottle to you to set down as I rub both palms together to spread the shampoo a little before settling my hands on the side of your head. 

I make quick work but also enjoy myself as I feel the texture of your hair under my hands as I massage around your ears and to the back of your head. Taking up the hand-held head again, I gently rinse your head, making sure the soap runs away from your eyes.

You stand up as I take up the shower gel and pouf once again, this time a nice, light citrus scent, something a little manlier than raspberry. I turn you to face the wall and work up a nice lather before reaching up to wash your shoulders, swirling across them and down your back, making sure I don't miss any bits.

I wash your ass, taking a little time to fondle and play with it before working my way down your left leg and then move up your right. You take a step forward and brace your hands on the wall as I stand up again.

Pouring a little more gel on the pouf I step closer and wash your sides, applying enough pressure that it doesn't tickle you, reaching up to get your underarms and washing up your arms as far as I can reach, my breasts bumping against your back as I do.

I duck beneath your arm and now turn to face you as you keep your hands where they are. I reach up and get the parts of your arms I couldn't reach, giving you a great view of my breasts as I stretch and move; you notice that the sight of you and the friction of brushing against your back was enough to bring them to sharp points.

I bite my lip as I reach up to swirl the pouf across your chest, applying a little extra pressure as it moves across your nipples, rasping against them. Working down I make quick work of washing your tummy, filling your belly button with the soapy lather. 

I kneel down again to wash your left hip and work down the front of your leg, seemingly ignoring your cock as it moves around, dancing for me in an attempt to get my attention as I work. I swirl the pouf up your right leg and wash your right hip.

I drop the pouf and pour a little more of the shower gel into my hand and work it into a lather and finally reach for your cock. I start by taking it in my hand and give it a stroke from mid-shaft to its base as I lean forward to give it a taste and am nicely surprised that there is some precum mixed in with the water droplets on it.

Your head drops and your eyes close as you gasp as my tongue works its way around your head, opening enough to take just the head in and suckle at it a little, hoping for more precum and I am not disappointed.

I pull away and look up at you with a grin as I finish washing your cock, reaching under to cup and massage your balls with my soapy hand. Reaching for the hand-held I quickly rinse your cock, letting the spray gently tickle your head to tease you a little before directing it to wash your shaft and down your balls.

Once you are rinsed clean, I quickly rinse my hands and let the shower retract back into the wall again. I start stroking your cock again, getting it nice and hard and coaxing some precum from it, letting it pool in your slit before I slip my tongue out to lick it all up.

Opening wide again, I slide the head part way in as I lick around it, running my tongue around the bottom of your ridge and then up through your slit before wrapping my lips around the tip and giving it a firm, hard suck, causing you to grip the wall a little harder so you don't fall on top of me.

I pull back a little and tickle the back of your head with my tongue before turning my head sideways and rubbing it with my lips, then sliding them down to take your balls into my mouth one at a time, giving each of them a suck as I use my free hand plays with your ass, teasing your hole.

I dip my finger into my pussy and lube it up a little before moving back to your ass and slowly but surely slide it into your ass, chuckling low in my throat as I hear you say "fuuuuuck" as my finger slides deep.

I open wide and start sucking again, almost making you cum, only stopping when you rest one of your hands on the side of my head, slowing down my rhythm and then pulling out of my mouth.

You reach down and pull me to my feet, wrapping your arms around me in a tight hug, both of us sighing in contentment as we hold each other close for a moment.

Before I really know what is happening, you reach down a little lower and plant your hands under my ass and lift me against the wall of the shower. Lining your cock up with my pussy, you slowly lower me onto it, holding me there a moment as you lower your lips to mine for a deep kiss, swirling your tongue against mine.

I wrap my legs around your waist and hold on as you start to slowly fuck me, moving your hips slowly you pull your cock almost all of the way out before sliding all the way back in, gasping as I squeeze my pussy around you.

You continue to fuck me, starting slow and eventually picking up speed until you are groaning in time to your thrusts as you slam into me over and over. The tip of your cock rubs against my G-spot, making me cry out over and over as you make me cum, my pussy spasming around your cock.

You slow down a little as I finish cumming to give me a little rest and also to calm down yourself before you once again start pounding against me, pushing me to another orgasm by rubbing my G-spot again, this time following me over the edge, groaning loudly as you cum, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into me.

You rest your forehead against mine as we both try to catch our breath. Once we do, you plant a swift, hard kiss on my lips and relax your arms for a second, your hips holding me in place before you once again take hold to slide your cock out of my pussy as I relax my legs from around your waist and I am lowered to the floor again.

We stand for a moment, holding onto each other so we don't fall over before we step apart to quickly rinse ourselves off under the spray of water. The sweat runs down our bodies as we stretch and relax under the warm spray before we turn it off and step out.

Grabbing a couple of soft fluffy towels, I hand you one so we can dry off and then make our way back to the nice big bed which is still a mess, ropes still tied to the posts and the wevibe and ass wand peeking out from the twisted bed sheets.

Taking a quick minute to straighten the sheets, we tuck the toys and rope back into my toy box but leave it nice and handy and then crawl into the bed, pulling up the blankets. I curl up in your arms, tangling my legs with yours, lift my lips to yours for a quick good-night kiss and, for once, fall asleep before you.

You put your hand on a breast and softly massage it as you also fall asleep, a smile on your face as you make plans to wake up before me and give me a nice wake-up surprise...



Afternoon Delight



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It's Friday night and my buddy Frank Mason and I are going out to our neighborhood bar tonight hoping to find a couple of pretty ladies needing a little bit of TLC. Friday and Saturday nights are the only times we get a chance to cut loose and have some fun. We work a 10 hr. 3pm -1am shift four days a week with Friday, Sat. and Sun. off. With work hours like ours we don't have many buddies to hang with, most times it's just us, we are good, close friends. I'm Bill Boynton, 26 years old single, 5"9" tall, wt. 150 lbs., dark blonde hair, blue eyes and a muscular, athletic body. I'm not the most handsome of men, but nice looking and the ladies think I'm cute. we've been pals since my family moved here when I was 10. 

On my first day at school a big kid was bullying me trying to get my lunch money; Frank came to my rescue and ran the big kid off. We've been tight, best buds since that day. I decided that no one would ever have to come to rescue me from a bully again. I told my dad that I wanted to get a set of weights so I could build myself up to where no one would try to bully me. I set about building myself a body that could take care of most any situation. I played football and wrestled in high school. Frank played baseball and basketball. He is, 6'3", weighs 160 lbs, has brown hair and the greenest eyes you've ever seen. He's thin and wiry but, I wouldn't want to test him in a real fight. He's one tough dude. 

The ladies think he is quite the handsome young man. When he's not even trying he can get more ladies that most men can by tossing hundred dollar bills in the air. He's a babe magnet. As his wing man I get a shot at the ones not able to crack through the cordon surrounding him. We're both the same age and we're like brothers. Well, maybe not now that I think about it. He and I are completely different than I am with my brother who is 2 years older. With Frank we're best buds, like to hang out together and I can trust him to have my back when I need him. Can't say that about my brother though.

We had been working this shift for the past five years and we both really liked the work and the 3 days off. We took a lot of long weekend trips having fun and always on the lookout for the ladies. Taking a break we had a weekend of camping and fishing planned for the end of this week. We had a reservation at a State Park campsite, we has asked for a secluded tent site far from the lake. Frank had scored a bag of weed and we planned to zone out while there and didn't want to be to near others. We had everything packed in my SUV and left after work to go to the Park. We arrived at the Campsite around dawn, laid the seats back in the truck and took a nap. The sun woke me at about 9:30 and I shook Frank awake and said..

"Frankie, wake up..we need to set up camp"

"Aw, Billyboy, I'm too sleepy, gimme 10 minuets more, okay?". 

Since we were kids I've always called him Frankie when we're alone and he calls me Billyboy. It's just always been like that. With anyone else around it's always Frank and Bill, but alone we're Frankie and Billyboy. I admit, I really like it, it ours, something that no one else shares, it's just between us. I opened up the tailgate and started unloading our gear. I set the tent up by myself on the pad provided and rigged ropes to haul our food up into the air away from the critters stalking the campsites for food. An hour after I started I was setting up our folding chairs and table when Frank stumbled out of the SUV and off into the woods to take a piss. He came back rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms and body. He looked around, seeing everything set up and said...

"Billyboy, why didn't you wake me to help you with this?"

I gave him a glaring look...

"Yeah, Mr. "gimme 10 more minutes" "I tried but you needed your beauty sleep, looks like you need to go back to bed for another 8-10 hours worth. Your beauty nap didn't work, Frankie." 

"get off my case, dude...what do I need to do here?"

"it's all done Frankie, we just need to decide what we're going to do for lunch and probably change into some lighter clothes..it's going to be a scorcher of a day."

"By the way, we're here at this site alone. The Park Ranger came by and told me we were the only "Tent Site" reservation for the weekend at this location. That's why I set up here near the lake. We can skinny dip if we want to."

"That's cool Billyboy, we can sit out here in our chairs, smoke a blunt and chill out with Ma Nature."

"your bags are in the tent Frankie...I think I want to take a quick dip in the water..coming?"

I was taking my shirt off and then started on my pants when Frankie asked....

"You going in bare Billyboy?,"

"just in my boxers...never know when a boat or the Ranger will come by"

"Okay, I'm right behind you"

We both took off at a run and ran out into the water a few feet before we dove in and started to swim. The water was cold, when we stopped swimming our teeth were chattering. We turned and headed back to shore and briskly walked into the camp. We grabbed towels and were drying off when I looked over at Frankie, he was drying his hair and had the towel to his head and I was staring at his wet boxers clinging to him showing his limp cock hanging down his left leg to almost to the hem of his shorts. I could plainly see every detail, even the pink head of his cock. We were in Jr. High the last time I had seen Frank's cock. It sure had done some growing since then. At five to six inches limp it should be eight inches or longer when hard. I found it hard to take my eyes away. I felt blood surge into my own cock as it started to get hard. Wait.. I'm straight, why is Frankie's limp cock such a fascination to me? I forced myself to turn away. 

"Hey Billyboy, we forgot to get the boat off the top of the SUV. When we're dry lets get it in the water and scout out the area, okay"

I had shucked of my wet boxers and tied the towel around my waist. I walked by Frank to get to the tent and he laughed and grabbed at my towel. I tried to grab for the towel but he had it and was laughing as I stood there feeling the blood surge in my cock more.. Damn, don't get a boner now Bill, NO! NO! NO! I was mortified and ran into the tent as fast as I could. 

"Hey Mr. Modesty...you realize how long it's been since we've seen each other naked?" he called out. Dragging on a pair of cutoffs I came out of the tent ..."yeah, it was in Jr. High. Ages ago."

"Billyboy, you've done some growing, that's a damn fine piece you were swinging dude. What is it, 9, 10 inches when it's up?" 

"Damn Frankie, how the heck would I know, I stopped measuring my cock when I was in ninth grade"

And why on earth are we talking about my cock? We're not gay!"

"Hey Billyboy, calm down dude, I was just razzing you, just having some fun."

"Well it's time you stopped having fun with my cock! uh oh..that didn't come our right, but you know what I mean, right Frankie."

"I think I'd have to start have fun with your cock before I could stop having fun with it Billy"

"Whatever!! Stop talking about my cock Frankie, it weirds me out."

"Dude, okay already, I'm just teasing you. Come on, I know what will calm your nerves, lets do this blunt, that will chill you out, grab us a beer as you pass the cooler, please."

Man what a hassle, Frankie freaked me out when he pulled my towel from my waist. I was just about to get a boner looking at his cock when I walked away. I didn't want him seeing me getting hard with him standing there naked. It was all just to crazy. He and I are both straight arrow. Never anything sexual between us even as we went through puberty. No jacking off together, we didn't even talk about that stuff to each other.

Well at least that embarrassing bit is over., getting a couple of beers we settled into the folding chairs looking out over the lake, smoked the blunt and watched the sunset. The shorter the blunt got, the more spectacular the sunset became. A couple more beers and it was almost dark and we were starving. We decided to have Tuna sandwiches since it was already made and in the cooler. Frankie opened some chips and we wolfed down two sandwiches each and a 16 oz bag of chips, in less that 10 minutes. Then we started on the chocolate chip cookies. Aaahhhh the attack of the munchies!

Frank went into the tent and when he didn't return immediately I called after him. 

"Frankie whatcha doing in there?"

"just rolling another one Billyboy"

"Oh, okay...we're gonna be wasted dude."

"Yeah, that's why we're here, right." Frankie said as he came out of the tent.

I guess, just don't suggest we go for a drive...I don't think Ranger Bob would like that."

"No prob Billyboy, we're taking the boat out, remember!"

"In the dark?

"Look at that moon, Billy, it's nearly full and not a cloud in the sky..we'll be able to see plenty" 

"Besides we're just checking around our site to see if we have close neighbors, we don't want to get too rowdy if they're really close." 

"Get too rowdy, what you planning on doing Frank?"

Who knows, Billyboy, maybe I"ll have some fun with your cock. How about that"

"FRANK!! STOP IT, STOP IT NOW!"

"Billyboy whats wrong with you tonight? Me teasing you doesn't get you riled up like this usually."

"Frankie can we please drop this subject., I don't like talking or you joking about having fun with my cock, okay"

"Whatever you say Billyboy. Jeez, you need this, take a big toke, hell take two!!

We did about half the blunt and got the boat in the water. I had to put the life jacket on Frank or he wasn't gonna wear one, We stayed close to the shore and sculled up to the right of our site. Not too far away we could see a campfire so we headed to it. As we neared we heard "Ahoy, there matey" and we laughed out loud, Frank yelled back "Ahoy your own self, mate." two guys came to the shore and waived and asked us to come for a beer. Frank steered us straight to them. 

We stumbled out, beer bottles in hand and shook hands, they were Steve and Connor. They both looked to be near our own age and after the intros we all sat around their fire. We told them about ourselves and our jobs, they exchanged their info. Connor got up to get us all another beer and when he came back I noticed how he put his hand on Steve's shoulder and ran it over to his neck and squeezed it just a bit and sat down beside him and their sides and legs were touching. 

Steve asked. "So Frank, how long have you two been together?"

Frank passed a blunt around looked him in they eye, put his arm around me and said..

"We've been friends since we were 10 but we didn't become a couple until we were almost 17. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Astonished I started to speak but Frank turned quickly and kissed me on the lips! He whispered to me.

"Play along Bill, they think we're gay. Let's have some fun with them" "I mean joking around, not having sex with them fun." 

I know my eyes must have looked like saucers but with his face pressed to mine the other guys couldn't see my disbelief at what Frank was doing. He almost got the giggles then, pressed to my face but told me again to please play along with the gag.

Steve said "wow, you've been together 10 years and you're only 26! "What's the secret to keeping your relationship alive this long?"

Without a blink Frankie said, "Monogamy and Bill's 10 inch cock"

I nearly put out the campfire spewing my beer out of my mouth. Frank elbowed me in the ribs to keep me quiet. 

Connor said, "damn! 10 inches would keep me in line too!"

Steve gave him a "look", and Connor added. "But being in love is the most important thing for us"

That got an approving nod from Steve.

I stood up pulling Frank to his feet. "We need to go, Frank, it's getting late. Thanks for the beer guys." Frank stood, and thanked them for the beer and company and said that we had to get back to camp and they shouldn't pay any attention to the noise they hear down our way. "Bill get's carried away sometimes when he's riding me really hard." He got an elbow jab to the ribs from Bill for that one,

I know I was beet red from embarrassment and Frank leaned over to me, winked and pecked my on the lips again. I was ready to kill him. It had to be the weed that made him such a rascal tonight. On the way back we were quiet, talking in hushed whispers. Trying not to laugh out loud. I told Frankie that he'd pay for this big time. But now that it was over, it was funny. 

As we paddled back to camp, I started to giggle myself. Knowing us and how we are normally, it was funny, pretending to be a gay couple for a few minutes. The only thing I didn't quite understand was why Frankie was talking about my cock again. It had to be just him trying to wind me up some more. Back at our campsite we were out of earshot of the guys and we could talk normally.

"What in hell did you think you were doing back there. Those poor guys think we're like them, kindred spirits or something. And the last time I saw you in action you were straight Frankie. You playing on the other team now?"

"Come on Billyboy, lighten up and have fun with me, you knew we were just playing. Let's get another beer and another smoke and sit and watch the ripples on the water; sweet Billyboy of mine. FRANKIE!

"There's one thing that's certain though Billyboy, when I do turn gay, it's you I'm coming after, your perfect little bubble butt is mine, you hear!"

"FRANKIE!!!"

Frankie is hopeless, the more I complain the more he'll tease me. The only way for me to stop it is to give it right back at him, Now this might be fun, making Frankie squirm. I went into the tent and changed into a skin tight body shirt and biking shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. This ought start the tables turning on Frankie. I'm gonna make him think I'm coming on to him. That will stop his teasing. When I came out of the tent Frankie's eyes got big. he'd never seen me dress like this, ever. He gave a low wolf whistle.

"what is it Frankie, you see something you like?"

Frankie cracked up. "Okay, so that's how we're gonna be, huh?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just wanted to be comfortable out here. Where's that blunt Frankie, we need some more, don't you think."

Frankie gave a nervous chuckle "here you go Billyboy, knock yourself out., Let me get you another beer, too" 

He's supposed to be getting nervous not getting more beer, I thought. He handed me the beer and just stood there looking at me and this outfit, finally he said, quietly..."wow, Billy. you've got a smoking hot body now. You've turned into a beautiful hunk of a man without me even noticing until now. You are a sexy man Billy. You're gonna have both the boys and the girls coming after you in that outfit." Determined to make him squirm I replied..

"Thanks Frankie, I thought you'd never notice. I do it all for you, you know."

Frank choked on the blunt and went into a coughing fit. I jumped up and began patting him on the back. As the coughing died down I stayed beside him and let my hands begin gently rubbing on his back, Instead of pulling away he closed his eyes and said,.."that feels so good Billyboy, please don't stop"

Oh Damn, this wasn't going like I had planned at all.

"I think we need to lie down" Frank murmured.

"Okay you go ahead, I'm going to sit here a while and finish my beer, night Frankie"

"okay, night babe"

WHAT! he called me BABE!! What's happening to us!!

I began to get worried, Frankie was seeming to like this flirting I was doing and it wasn't doing what I had meant for it to do. Hopefully he'll go right to sleep and we'll laugh about this tomorrow. I finished off the beer and the blunt and I had waited almost an hour before going into the tent. Frankie lay on his big double sized air mattress with only his boxers on . He had to sleep corner to corner to fit his 6'3' height. He was breathing steady and slowly and I assumed he was asleep.

I noticed that the fly was pooched out and open on his shorts. I saw his cock again for the second time today and I stared at it again and I started getting hard again.. What is wrong with me. Why did I get hard looking at my best friends cock. Better yet, why was I staring at my best friends cock? When did I become Captain Perv? Me staring at Frankie's cock! Me getting hard looking at Frankie's cock! I'm not gay! What the fuck is going on!!

I stripped and put on my boxers and laid down to sleep I pulled the cover over me turned the Coleman Lantern off and lay there wondering what I was going to do about my staring at Frankie's cock. My own dick was growing again, I just gave up and let it do its thing. I rolled to my side facing away from Frankie. The more I tried to ignore it the harder my cock got, I raised the cover and looked down and as if it had a mind of its own it had worked it way through the fly of my shorts and was standing out from my body,long, hard and proud.

I groaned and then it dawned on me. It's the weed!. I've heard that hindsight is always 20/20, guess that's why neither of us thought about being way out in the woods, nobody around , smoking weed and getting horny as billy goats. Weed does that to us every time, take a toke and it goes straight to the 'Nads. Well now I knew the reason, I wasn't turning queer for my best bud. I just had a raging case of the "horns". That meant that Frank had it too. We were going to have a good laugh tomorrow, Finally I dozed off, hard on in hand. 

Sometime later, it was still dark, I stirred and Frankie was spooned against my back with his hard cock poking my backside. I tried moving a way but he threw his arm across me and pulled me to him. I spoke to him thinking he was awake; roll over Frankie, you're on my bed. He grunted and pulled us closer; we both had removed our shirts so it was flesh to flesh from the waist up and he was so warm against me. I tried asking him to roll over again but he didn't even hear me. I relaxed and just tried to sleep. He did feel good and I can't remember the last time I slept like this with someone. It was a "being loved" feeling. You knew you were cared for when you slept like this. I drifted off enjoying him against me, I would move and push back a little ever so often making soft mmmm sounds in my throat. 

I don't know how long I dozed but I awoke again and Frank had his hand on my crotch cradling my package in his big hand. My first thought was panic but his hand didn't move it just held my junk, no movement at all. Suddenly I felt some movement but it wasn't Frankie, for the 3rd time today I was betrayed by my cock. It was getting harder by the second. Soon Frankie's' hand moved to readjust, it felt my hard cock then the hand. moved up my length to the tip and back down again, then wrapped around its girth. I heard a low soft whistle from Frank. I froze as he cuddled closer and said...

"wow Billyboy, that quiet a weapon you've got there. It so long and big. Why have you kept this such a secret from me, huh?"

I tried to speak but could only stammer as he stroked my cock, I couldn't talk. This was Frankie holding on to my cock and telling me he liked it. He moved and his hand slipped inside my shorts and he felt my testicles and wrapped his hand around my shaft again and slowly jacked me. My cock began to twitch and my breathing was getting labored. Frankie removed his hand rolled back and pulled me with him. I was now on my back and he moved to be on his side and propped his head on his hand, the hand that had been on my cock now was gently traveling over my stomach and then to my chest. 




Afternoon Delight



"Oh Billyboy, your chest is amazing, your body really turns me on." 

finally I stammered..."F F Frankie...it's the weed...it got us horny that why you're doing this, it's the weed."

"Yeah, the weed got us horny, but I've got to tell you something that's been weighing heavy on my mind for over a year now. Billy, please, please don't hate me, but I think I've been in love with you for years now. It's not just the weed tonight. I've wanted to make love to you for so long...Please don't hate me for this...I just can't help it, I love you, and I crave to hold your beautiful body next to mine." "Billyboy, when we were with those two guys tonight and you played along like we were gay,,,I really wanted to be your lover. I thought I'd die when I kissed your lips, I know I tricked you into that kiss and I do regret that I had to trick you but I don't regret kissing you. I want to do it right now. I want to hold you close and tell you how I love you. Sorry, I just can't help it. Please don't hate me for it"

I lay there not believing my ears, Frankie, my best buddy in the world was queer for me. I thought he was such a ladies man and he's been wanting me. What was I going to do? I glanced over at Frankie without moving my head, I could see his shoulders shaking, was he crying or was he laughing, teasing me again? "Damn it Frank will you stop this teasing about gay sex. I'm tired of it Frank! " 

Silence! He was crying...oh god..was he really serious? OH SHIT!! 

"Frankie....are you okay....Frank!" I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him to me and he lay on his back. I looked down at him, his eyes were closed and was mumbling, I'm so sorry" over and over. 

I crumbled, I couldn't take seeing my best friend hurting like this. I reached over and pulled him again to me so that we lay on our sides face to face. He kept his eyes closed and wouldn't look at me. 

"It's okay Frankie, I could never ever hate you. I am really shocked by what you've just told me, and I've never considered that you were anything but straight. But I do know that if I were gay, you'd be the man for me. I love you too. I haven't thought about us sexually, but..uh oh, .wait a minute. Damn! I need to be honest with you here. This has been a very crazy day. Things have happened to me for the first time ever and I've been very confused. That's why I've been so P.O.'d all day about your teasing me . I've been turned on by you all day today. Its the first time that's ever happened to me.

It started when we got out of the water, you were drying your hair and I was staring at your cock and mine was getting hard just looking at your soft, limp cock. Your shorts were soaked and clung to your skin. You might as well been naked, even the pink skin of your cock head was plain to see. When you pulled off my towel, that's why I was so upset. I didn't want you seeing me getting hard over your nakedness. And tonight when I came into the tent and you were asleep, your fly was gaped open and I was staring at your cock again. Mine got hard again and I turned over to try and get it to go away, but it held firm and I went to sleep with a hard on and thinking about your cock. I don't think that makes me gay but it sure makes me think I'm not as straight as I thought I was. Looking at your cock makes mine get hard. I've fought it all day and just keeps happening. So there's my confession. What are we going to do now?

Frank was grinning from ear to ear. 

"You were pervin on me Billy! That's a good start for us, how would you feel about a little experiment, Billyboy? I know you trust me, so if I do anything you don't want me to just say stop and you know I will." 

"An experiment? Go on, spill it"

"I was just thinking that maybe something other than looking at my cock may make you get hard too, What would you say if I kissed you now, not like earlier, I mean a real kiss."

Why was I excited? I felt like a kid on his first date. Oh god, ...I wanted to kiss him!

"Frankie, umm I..I mean...um I think I'll say okay, kiss me!"

Frankie pulled me close, our groins, bellies, chests and finally our lips touched. I felt his tongue on my glide across my bottom lip and I opened to let him in, When our tongues touched there was an electric jolt from my head to my toes. Lust, passion, flesh, heat, hard cocks poking at each other, fireworks in my head, prickly skin and goose flesh all over my tingling body. Oh god..this feels so good. Our arms and legs were entwined and we broke, gasping for air. I looked at Frankie astonished at what I had just felt in that kiss. 

" what..what was that..I've never been kissed like that.....Frankie what is it, are you're crying again Frankie!" "Oh Billy, I never knew...how could anything feel like that,,, that felt so good....it makes me want you more... I will never ever forget that kiss. WOW!"

"Frankie...I need to ask you something, okay?"

"Sure Billyboy, anything"

"Well..umm..this experiment. well...uh...is there...is there...um...anything else besides kissing in it?"

Frank grinned, "oh I think we can come up with a few other things, he reached down and felt my hard cock. Seems that looking at my cock isn't the only thing that get's you hard. Let me have your hand, I want you to feel what you do to my cock"

I took hold of Franks big fat cock and it was so hard I could barely move it and it felt so good in my hand, so warm, soft as velvet and hard as steel. This was feeling way better that I could have ever imagined. I was ready to do anything he asked of me. I loved the feel of his long, lanky, hard body against mine As we lay there not an inch between our bodies and lips Frankie puckered up and gave me a little peck on the lips that just about wrecked me. I shook and trembled. That innocent little kiss, playful yet so full of love and the promise of things to come, told me more about how Frankie's felt for me than that first lightning bolt kiss of a few minutes ago. All my inhibitions melted away, I wanted to explore sex with my best friend. All I could think about was how good his big cock felt in my hands when I held it.

"Well, Billyboy, we've established that" #1) Billy looking at my cock makes his hard, #2) me kissing Billy makes his cock get hard ....now we need another test in this experiment... here, let's try this,"

Frank moved and straddled Billy's hips his butt sitting on his groin. His hands started rubbing and kneading Billy's chest and pecs, soon his lips and tongue followed. When Frankie's lips found a big hard nipple sticking out from his pecs he lightly bit it between his teeth bringing a loud shout from Billy. He continued and soon was biting at the other nipple making Billy thrash around on the air mattress. Frank reached behind him and felt Billy's cock and said...

"#3) biting Billy's nipples makes Billy's cock hard." "Billy, the rest of our experiment requires that we both be naked for the remaining tests. Is that satisfactory with you?" 

I felt Billy's body bridge up with me atop him and he shucked his shorts down to his ankles. 

"I'm done, your turn Frankie"

I rolled off him, shucked off my shorts and sat back atop his hips. Billy's eyes got very big as he stared at my cock waving around above his stomach. My cock fascinated him, trance like he stared as his hands moved to hold it still, he wrapped both his hands around it, fondled and jacked it gently, awestruck as a kid with a long awaited new toy. His hands worshiped my cock, caressing, fondling it as if it might break. I had to asked him to let go so I could move my butt back lower onto his thighs and began tracing my tongue over his fantastic six pack of muscles and then to his navel. As I caressed and kissed, his body shivered and trembled. 

I raised myself to trace my hands over the taut muscles in the space between his navel and his pubic hair. What were love handles of fat on men out of shape, were tight, hard muscle on Billy and they veered in from above each hip and pointed the way to his now very large, very hard cock. It lay pressed against his stomach and was hard to pry away. I kissed my way down the underside, which was now the topside as he lay there, When I reached his testicles I took both into my mouth and pulled hard on his sack, making him cry out in a loud moan, I moved back up to his hard cock and licked and kissed there. 

I told Billy I was going to turn around and that I wasn't deliberately putting my cock in his face but I had to be in this position to get to him and do what I had to do. I told him he didn't need to do anything to me, just lay there and let me love him. With that said I lowered myself and took his cock into my mouth, Billy cried out and his body jerked, but I kept sinking his cock into my mouth and throat. As it hit the back of my throat, I gagged but raised up and let the spasm pass. It didn't take me long to figure out how to get that big thing down my throat. 

When my lips reached his pubic hair and pressed hard against his pelvic bone he groaned louder than ever. A long "OOOHHH FFRRAANNKKIIEE" came from deep within him. My constant deep throating and swirling my tongue around the crown soon had Billy yelling "I'm cumming, pull off, I'm cumming. I sank his cock deeper into my throat and worked the muscles there massaging that big cock. "ooooooohhhhhhh Frankie here it comes oh FRANKIE!!!!" Billy was spraying cum everywhere, it seeped out of the corners of Franks mouth as he tried to swallow it all. 

Frankie had lost himself in the act of bringing Billy to climax, when he raised up to kiss Billy again he saw cum all over the side of Billy's face. He had climaxed and hadn't realized it he was so lost in his Billy's pleasure. He licked Billy face and asked Billy if he wanted to taste his cum, Billy took his face in both hands and kissed him deeply savoring the salty, metallic taste. "Oh god, Frankie you took it all, it was all in your throat. I've never had a girl take it all even in her vagina.. That felt so incredible. I can't believe it." Frank broke their silence, 

"#4) a blow job makes Billy's cock get really hard." 

Billy giggled, pulled frank to him and said...

#5) Frankie makes Billy's cock get hard, and Billy loves it. And Billy loves Frankie too!" 

Frankie flipped over and again spooned against Billy's back. One arm around his chest and one hand holding Billy's always hard dick. 

"Oh Billyboy, you have no idea what you have done for me tonight. I was so afraid that I would lose you when I told you how I felt. God I love you so much. I loved you as a kid but I fell in love with you a couple of years ago" "Damn, what a hunk of man you are" My cock may never be soft again. Your big body fits so well against me, think you can sleep with a hard cock poking at your butt?"

"mmmmm oh yeah as long as you hold me like this and it's your big hard cock that's poking me, I can do anything Frankie." 

As we were drifting off, Billy mumbled...

"Frankie, is there any of that weed left for tomorrow?" 

"Sure Babe, we've go more than we'll need, for sure." 

"mmm I just wanted to be sure I could get you back into this mood tomorrow in case you forget. Frankie I've always loved you since that first day of school when we met. We've been best friends and now we've discovered a new way to love each other. What I thought was so wrong two days ago now feels so right...I love you Frankie" 

"And I love you my Billyboy" G'nite Babe."

A little before sunrise Billy woke and squirmed, rubbing his body against Frankie. It felt so good, but Billy woke with a mission. He turned and slid out of Frank's arms and slid down to nuzzle and kiss his body, sucking his nips got Frank awake and groaning with pleasure, Bill let his tongue trail between Franks pecs down his flat taut stomach to his pubic hair. Taking hold of his prize he licked and kissed Frankie's big cock. Licking the pre cum from the slit. Bill had decided that he really did like the feel of Franks cock, so warm, so soft and so hard.

He put the head to his lips, took a deep breath and he thought, this is Frank, my Frankie, and I'm putting his hard cock in my mouth and I want him to cum in my mouth. I want to feel him shoot his semen in me, taste him. Looks like I am queer, well it's certain that I'm queer for my Frankie, no doubt about that.. He sank his mouth onto that soft hardness until his lips circled the base and were buried in pubic hair. Frank yelped and thrashed about.

"Oh Billyboy, that's amazing, oh Billy, oh Billy, take it, take it all, eat my cock."

While rubbing Frank's testicles one of Billy's fingers slid into the crack of Frank's butt and brushed against his butt hole. There was a sharp intake of breath from Frank. As Billy kept sucking, his finger returned and started playing around his hole. When Frank told him to pull of, he was about to cum, Billy wet the finger and stuck it into Franks butt as far as he could go. Frank screamed and showered semen all over Billy, himself the mattress. Billy tried to swallow it all but there was just too much. He settled for what he could swallow and lick from Frankie's cock. Frank pulled Billy up and wrapped him in his arms tightly, shuddering from his orgasm. 

"Oh Billyboy, that was the best orgasm of my life. No one could ever take me where you just did. That was the best ever. Just stay with me and we can feel like this forever, Wow!" "My Billyboy is a born man lover, and such a stud!!"

I don't have a clue as to how I knew to do what I just did to Frank. I've never even seen a porn movie of a cock being sucked. It just came to me naturally. Wow! It really is a turn on to give my Frankie that kind of pleasure. His cock had fascinated me all day now it was mine. I just claimed it with what I had done. His cock, his very special cock, created a memory all it's own today. I would never forget this day, this cock, this man..

We woke around nine, Frank spooned to me kissed my neck gently as I moved in his arms stretching and pressing against his body..

"Morning lover..." 

"Morning Frankie, what a night, you okay?...

"I feel as if my heart will leap out of my chest at any moment, I'm happier than at anytime I can remember, the person I love most in the world is laying in my arms..I'm fine! how about you?" 

"I'm sort of in shock to tell the truth. So much happened yesterday and last night. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would wake up cradled in your arms and be wanting you to make love to me over and over again. I had to have these feelings for you hidden somewhere in my subconscious mind. I just never dreamed man 2 man sex could be so hot. I just want to have you by me and naked all the time with me holing your cock I can't imagine any thing more than last night. What surprises do you have planned for today, Frankie?" 

"I don't know, maybe I can think of a few more things to add to our great experiment of things that make Billyboy's cock hard, that sound alright to you?"

Billy giggled, "it wasn't but just a few hours ago that I was yelling at you to stop talking about my cock. Now that's all I want to hear from you. We do need to drive down and take a shower at the Ranger's station, but first What do you want for breakfast......besides that Frankie"

After their breakfast and shower the were back at the campsite and had decided to go out in the boat again, and maybe try some fishing. This time they paddled in the opposite direction than last night and soon were casting their lines and fishing. No luck catching anything big enough to eat so they rowed back toward camp, as Frank was pulling the boat out of the water, Connor and Steve the two guys from last night walked up.

"Hi guy, been fishing? Steve asked...

"yeah, no luck though, must be too warm already, around dawn is the best time to fish. What are you two up to today."

Just then Bill came out of the tent walked over and said hi to the guys and came over and wrapped his arms around me and stretched up to kiss my neck. It was like peeing in the bed as a kid. This warm feeling started spreading all over my body, I bent down and pecked his lips lightly, we stood there my arm over his shoulders and his around my waist each holding tightly to the other. I caught Billy staring up at me and he blushed. Connor cleared his throat and said ...

"maybe we'd better go back to camp, we don't want to intrude on you guys." 

" No, no Billy said, sit down, pay no attention to us. we like that touchy, feely stuff. Hope you don't mind. Want a beer anyone? "

"Three voices chimed "yes I do" to my beer offer. 

I got four out of the cooler. Frank pulled out a blunt and asked, you guys ready for this.

"Sure as long as we don't run you short, last night was the first time in years that we smoked and we sure had a good time after you guys left. We were wondering if you two would like to have dinner with us. Grilled chicken and corn on the cob with a baked potato."

"Yes, Bill" answered that sounds great. A lot better that more Tuna sandwiches. We've got a couple bottles of white wine here, want us to bring them over too" 

Steve laughed "you ever know two gay guys who would turn down wine!" 

Bill smiled to himself..Not even gay for 24 hours and we've been asked to dinner and are taking gifts of wine. Connor looked at Bill and said..

"Bill, what is it, you look like your having a party all by yourself over there." Bill laughed and said...

"Connor, it's a long story and maybe I'll save it for after dinner. There's something we need to clear up about last night with you guys. We hope you'll think it as funny as we do, and it may help you understand my odd behavior last night. What time should we be there."

Connor said that they liked to eat early especially when camping because that gave them more dark hours to be naked and in bed. 

Bill blushed and Frank grinned, "sounds great to us too." 

About an hour later a very mellow Connor and Steve wandered off to their campsite. It was hours yet before we were due there for dinner. I guess we knew what they were up to. I was about to suggest the same to Billyboy but he was tugging on my hand and heading toward the tent.. for some reason I thought of my Dad. He had a favorite tape he used to play of this song from the 70's or 80's called Afternoon Delight" and he told me once that it was all about being in love and having sex in the afternoon. All I remember of the tune now is ..."skyrockets in flight... Afternoon Delight!." My Billyboy makes me feel like a sky rocket when I shoot off. He's become an insatiable tiger in bed. He pushed me back on the air mattress and jerked my shorts off and dove into my crotch. This is the same guy who just a few hours ago had a fit because I was kidding him about his cock. 

I know I've gone stark raving mad. I can't get enough of Frankie's' cock. Me, the straight arrow guy from yesterday, craving Frank's cock in my mouth, my hands, I can't get enough of how it feels. And the smell at his crotch drives me wild, I had to be some kind of latent repressed gay man to be this crazy over having sex with Frank. Whatever it is, I love it. Just thinking about the feel of his naked, body pressed to mine gets my cock rock hard. I just want to lay in bed naked with him all the time. As I crawled up between his legs I looked up to his face; his crooked little smile and the love in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He wanted me to take him and he wanted it now. 

I fondled his big cock loving the velvety skin covering his hardness. I licked the dewdrop from his tip and ran my tongue around the underside of his glans, bringing shivers to his body. With his glans in my mouth I looked up to his eyes, he nodded slightly and I sank his length into my mouth and throat until my lips were pressed against his pelvic bone. Frank groaned and thrust hard into my throat. I backed up to the glans and plunged back to his root. Frank was becoming frantic thrusting, moaning crying out my name, he placed his hands in my hair then caressed my cheeks as my head bobbed faster and faster. Once again I sank down to the root and ground him hard into my throat and his body tensed, rigid and his orgasm rushed out of his cock filling me with his semen as he cried my name over and over. 




Afternoon Delight



Sated for the moment, we lay there with his softening cock in my mouth, my head on his hip and my arms pulling his body closer and closer, Frank reached for me to pull me up so he could kiss me, taste his semen on my tongue and feel our bodies meshed together. As our kiss ended he looked into my eyes. 

"Billyboy, you're incredible, each time you've done that it get's better. You make sex the most wonderful feeling I've ever known." 

Billy grinned sheepishly at him. "Can't help if Frankie, I love the way your big cock fills my mouth and fills my belly with your cum. I get off on making you cum and call out my name. Just thinking about this big wiener gets me rock hard. Don't you ever stop having fun with my cock, no matter what I said yesterday, because I'm gonna be having fun with yours that's for sure."

Frank said "speaking of fun with your cock, it's time I started." 

Billy smiled and told Frank : "uh Frankie...we may need to wait a bit, okay....I kinda shot my load when you started shooting down my throat...sorry!". 

"Really, you shot you load just doing me? Wow that's hot Billyboy, that's really hot. And don't be sorry. That's just about the biggest compliment I've ever received. You getting your rocks because you made me get mine. That's real a turn on Billyboy."

We drove back to the Ranger Station for another shower and were kidded by Ranger Bob about all the showers we were taking. We told him if was the fish smell we had to get off us. 

He said "yeah, catching fish, this time of day, go figure." and winked at us. 

We dressed in clean shorts and tees and headed over for dinner with Steve and Connor. We got to their site in just a few minutes and Steve yelled out "Ahoy there mateys" again as we got out of the boat."

It wasn't long before we had dinner and were sitting around the fire, bellies full, sipping wine and passing and dragging on a blunt. 

Connor asked "okay guys, what's this mystery about last night that you're going to clear up, huh?" 

Frank looked at me.."this was your idea to tell this so have at it Billyboy."

I blushed and started telling our story to the guys. "When we were here last night we were both really ripped on the weed. And Frank decided to pull my chain and rile me up when you asked how long we'd been together. I don't know if you noticed how nervous and on edge I was. The reason is that we weren't gay". Both Steve and Connor's eyebrows shot up and their mouths fell open. "The truth is we have been best friends since we were 10 but we were not lovers until we got back to our tent last night" Both Steve & Connor had astonished looks on their faces...

"Steve said "I thought something wasn't quite right last night. When Frank kissed you, there was some tension between you two then."

I laughed "tension is putting it mildly, I had never thought of having sex with a man and was not believing my ears when this Doofus here told you we were Gay!" 

He was telling me to play along while he was trying to kiss me, I was too stunned to resist at that moment. We've been best friends, go out every weekend looking for women and this butt head tells you we're gay! Well we had quite a discussion, me yelling at him in whispers as we left and then back at our camp we were laughing and cutting up smoking more. I came up with a plan. 

Yesterday after we went swimming I started getting hard watching Franks cock while he dried his hair, embarrassed and not wanting him to see, I started for the tent. As I passed Frank grabbed the towel from my waist and I was terrified he's see my cock getting stiff. I made it to the tent, put on some shorts and he starts in about how my dick has grown since he last saw it in Jr. High. I get mad and he tells me he's just teasing and having fun. I tell him to stop having fun with my cock and immediately knew that I'd said it wrong , but Frank says that he'd have to have fun with it before he could stop. That just made me madder.

I decided that the only way to stop him was to give him back the same treatment so I put on a body shirt and biking shorts and got Franks attention. The more I flirted the more he liked it. It wasn't supposed to happen that way. Finally the beer and the smoke got him sleepy and he went to bed. I stayed by the fire waiting for him to go to sleep. He was asleep when I entered the tent an I saw that his fly was open and there was his cock again and I stared and got fully hard this time. I couldn't figure it out and turned away from him and finally slept. 

The next thing I know, I wake with Frank's hand on my crotch, just holding my package, not moving. Then my cock starts getting hard. He moves his hand, feeling and checking out my hard dick then comments on its size and wants to know why I've kept my big cock a secret from him. 

Then Frank confessed his love for me and that he had been this way for a couple of years. I was stunned, couldn't even respond to him. He begged my not to hate him and I just laid there unable to speak. He took it for rejection and rolled over away from me. I pulled him back and told him it was okay, I couldn't hate him if I tried. As I was telling him how I had never had any gay thoughts it dawned on me that I was lying to him. That's when I told him about getting a hard-on staring at his cock twice.. He started grinning like the Cheshire cat and comes up with an experiment to find out what other things make my cock hard. Trust me, it's a long list. 

So to wrap this up. Last night was the first time either of us had had sex with a guy. I can tell you for certain that it will not be the last. The best sex of my life prior to last night pales in comparison to what Frank made me feel. I plan on us being up late tonight, I just can't get enough of him. So you see, we lied to you last night and we are sorry for that but without that little joke of Frank's, we might have remained friends but without benefits if you catch my drift. If we hadn't met you last night it might have taken years for us to make love. So we hope you forgive us, because we will always remember you. Your simple question about how long we'd been together got us started. I hadn't thought about it but we must have looked like a couple to you or you wouldn't have asked that question. Guess we weren't as straight acting as we thought we were. 

What matters though is we managed to get together and I am so happy we did.

"Wow, that's quite a tale" Steve said. 

"A story to tell your grand dogs" Connor added. 

"If we get too nosy just tell us. But I'm curious, did you do oral or anal or both last night" Steve Asked

"Oral only" we both said at once."

Frank added, we really don't know what we're doing. "It just sort of comes to me when I stick my face in his crotch." 

"Well, Frank" Connor said.."it's about the same when you stick you face up his ass. It'll just come to you."

"Wait, I've got a gift for you, I'll be right back."

Billy and Frank had a quizzical look of their faces as Connor ran back and handed Frank a small brown paper bag. Frank looked in and broke in to a big grin. 

"Thank you Connor this is so nice of you, we thank you, from the heart our bottoms" 

Everyone laughed at Franks joke. The bag held a new bottle of strawberry flavored butt lube! Frank looked to Bill smiled and said 

"I'm going to eat you alive tonight Bill" 

As the Sunset deepened we rose to go back to our camp. We thanked them for the Dinner, the gift and for getting us moving toward each other last night. Frank held up the brown bag and said 

"We'll name the first two after you guys, Steve & Connor."

Bill blushed a very deep red at that comment. We agreed that they would come to our camp tomorrow and eat with us. Gay for half a day and we already have a gay couple as friends.

When we got back to our camp the sun had set and darkness was closing in. The Full Moon was already out and starting it's trek across the night sky. I lit the firewood and we soon had a comfortable blaze going. Frank brought us beers, picked up a chair and sat it down right beside mine. He sat down and took my hand and just held it, we looked at the moon shining on the water and were quiet. Every so often one of us would squeeze the others hand just a bit, reaffirming our connection or raise them up and kiss the back of the others hand. I realized that I was content. There was no where I'd rather be and no one I'd rather be with. A big sigh escaped my chest. 

"What's up, Babe" "you okay" Frank asked. 

"Frankie, I'm so okay it's freaking unbelievable. I was just thinking how content I am. This place, the new 'us', how much I crave sex with you. I think about that a lot. You are one sexy man. oops, I've started getting hard just thinking about you again."

"Well, Billyboy just say the word and I'll shuck off these shorts and you can stare at my cock as much as you want. Anytime, Anywhere. I really like this new sexy side of you. I hope you keep perving on me. It's such a turn on for me to have this stud muffin wanting in my pants. You know I've always loved you Billyboy, but being 'in love' with you is so freaking good. I know what a risk I took telling you how I've been feeling for a while now but it was time. And it worked. When you started telling me about staring at my cock I new we were going to be okay. Then after we made love, oh my god, I never dreamed anything could feel that good."

Billy squeezed Frankie's hand while he was talking, He was content and just wanted to get to their bed and be naked with Frankie. He'd never been like this, with women, he wanted out of the bed as soon as it was over. He never wanted to get out of bed if Frankie was in it with him. Then he remembered the gift. 

"Say Frankie? What are we supposed to do with that strawberry stuff Connor gave us, got any ideas?

"You are kidding me ...right Billyboy?" 

"No, I'm not kidding, I don't know what it's for. do you? 

"Yeah, Billyboy, I do. I'll give you a choice, I can tell ya or I'll show ya, what's it gonna be? " 

Well, I know you're not going to do something that would hurt me so I'm gonna go with 'Show Me' babe. 

"This is gonna blow your mind Billyboy, I promise. I need to do some things to get ready so smoke on this while I'm away. I need to run down to the Rangers station and the restroom there. You're not gonna run away or anything are you" 

"Frankie, you're taking my truck, what am I gonna do row that boat to run away? Beside, If I do any running, I'll be running to you not away from you. Drive Slowly, I don't want you getting to know that Ranger Bob any better for a while. He's kinda hot for an older guy" 

"Older Guy" he our age or younger I'll bet" 

"Nah, he got to be at least 30, you know, older." 

Frank grabbed the bag with the lube and headed to the restroom area. Connor was a gem, in addition to the Lube there was a reminder note that the passive one should prepare himself for penetration. He wouldn't have thought of that but it made perfect sense. Frank was excited and nervous. He had never thought of having anyone fuck him. He never considered that it could even feel good. But he had been looking at Gay Porn on his laptop since he had been lusting after his Billyboy. He knew how to do it and to expect pain, but he wanted Billy inside him. That thought sent a shiver of anticipation up his spine. Billy's big fat cock up his ass. Oh that sounded good, Billy inside him.. Frank had a huge hard on when he got to the restroom area. 

On his way back, Frank detoured and drove to Steve and Connor's campsite. They were sitting by their fire kissing as he drove up. At first they thought something was wrong but Frank said all was well. He thanked them for the lube and the note. He just wanted to ask them if there were any first time rules or precautions he should take, he told them that Billy didn't know it yet be he was going to top Frank in a few minutes. They both put their arm around his shoulders and gave him the necessary pointers. He thanked them again and told them that they must exchange numbers before they left. He and Billy wanted to keep in touch with their first gay friends.

Billy smoked the blunt and thought about the new direction his life had taken. He had to admit, he must have been wanting this but had kept it suppressed. All he wanted to do since yesterday was touch and suck on Franks cock, rub their bodies together and kiss him, oh those kisses, Frank's kisses could get him to do just about anything; He wasn't sure what this strawberry stuff was for but hoped that he would like it since Frank seemed so eager to show him what they were supposed to do. He heard the SUV roaring up the road and hoped that the Ranger was no where near. They are very strict on the speed limits in the park.

Frank drove into their camp fairly fast, the truck slid to a stop. He ran over to Billy, grabbed his hand and pulled him up and toward the tent. Inside they both stood facing the other slowing stripping of their clothes and teasing the other and kissing just because they could, soon they were naked. Frank told Billy what he wanted him to do and then Billy knew what the strawberry stuff was for. At first he was hesitant about rubbing this stuff on Frankie's butt hole and sticking his fingers in, but why was it strawberry flavored? He'd heard of this but never ever believed it was possible, how could Frank take his big 10" cock up his ass.? It just didn't seem possible. He followed Franks instructions and soon had forgotten his questions and worries. Billy was fascinated with the way Frank felt inside. So hot, so soft. He really got into the lubing and stretching. 

Frank looked back at him and said...

" #7) his fingers up Frankie's but make Billyboy's cock hard."

Billy chuckled. "you are freaking crazy, Frankie. ... and that makes my cock hard too."

"Folks we have #8)" Frank laughed. 

Frank told Billy he was ready. He turned and lay on his back, told Billy to grab under his knees and push his legs back onto his chest As he did this Frank lubed Billy's cock and guided it to his entrance. Frank pushed out and Billy pushed in and soon the head popped through the ass ring. Billy Stopped and let Frank relax. Billy leaned over and lightly bit a nipple causing Frank to move on the cock up his butt. Billy moved higher and began a long soulful kiss. Before it was over Billy felt Franks hands on the backs of his thighs pulling him in. Billy's eyes got big as his cock slowly slid into Frank's heat. So hot, so soft, so good. The head of Billy's cock was alive with new sensations, how could anything feel this wonderful?" Frank's eyes were closed tightly, as Billy descended into him deliciously slow. It seemed like forever before the head slipped past Frank's sphincter,,,after that the most incredible sensations gradually enveloped his dick. Finally Billy's balls rested atop Frank's. Billy ground his cock hard into Frank's groin locking them tightly together.

Frank's eyes flew open, the incredible feeling of .fullness overwhelmed him. He wanted more, he wanted it deeper, harder more, more. Billy withdrew and slid back down to grind his cock into Frank's ass. Again, again. Billy fell into a rhythm as old as time, faster, he moved in and out. With a slight shift in his position he unknowingly changed the angle of his assault on Frank's ass and began ramming the prostate. Frankie was meeting his downward thrusts, throwing his ass up to meet that cock as it plunged deep onto him. 

Billy was lost in the feel of his cock up Frankie's ass. So hot, so soft, the sensations starting at his glans and ran back through his hard as steel cock entering his body and like a star burst going to every nook and cranny of his body, creating a tingling that filled his body and mind like nothing else ever could. Billy pounded into Frank, both were soaked with sweat, and consumed by their passion. There was nothing outside their tent, the universe consisted of that small space and the joining of their bodies and souls. Frank had progressed to a crazed state. His center, his core was his ass, what Billy was doing to him completely amazed him. How , why..it's like no other sensation. He needed it, he needed more he needed it harder. faster. "Oh Billyboy, oh Billy...:

He made his need plain enough, Billy grabbed Frankie's hips, raised on his knees and gave a violent thrust as Frankie gave voice to jagged, soulful moans. Frankie came alive riding on Billy's cock, he sighed, he moaned, he laughed and yelled...

"that's it Billy fuck me, oh yeah Billyboy fuck your Frankie, fuck my ass, fuck me Billyboy, fuck me.!"

Then it happened, Billy rushed headlong into climax and joined Frank at the brink. Their ejaculations were nano seconds apart as they spewed cum, Billy's onto the walls of Frankie's cock hungry ass and Frankie's all over their chests, stomachs and a few drops on Frank's face. Drenched with sweat, lungs burning for want of more air, minds short circuited by such intense sexual pleasure. they both knew that this was the highlight of their sexual life, neither had ever experienced an orgasm like this.. No words or gestures could express what they had felt. They lay together hands entwined stupefied by exhaustion.

As feelings began to return to their mind and body, the first overwhelming sensation was an unimaginable love for their partner. They couldn't speak yet, they settled for desperately holding each other in a tight embrace, as more faculties were restored, a long soulful kiss was shared. As they gazed into each others eyes they new that somehow that orgasm had changed them. Some time during that act of making love, there was a profound change, a deeper understanding of what they had become. Billy knew that Frankie's act of submission was a gift from Frank, an ultimate expression of love and trust. He knew that he had to give the same gift to Frank. When they both had shared this gift they would be complete. Already their love had expanded and magnified. They drifted into sleep each holding the other close so that nothing could take them away, They slept.

It was almost dark when they roused still exhausted from the mental and physical workout they had experienced. Billy opened his eyes to find Frank's smiling at him. 

"Hey Frankie, ..what happened to us, that was beyond anything I could have ever dreamed. Do all gay guys go around having sex like this all the time? Geez, when the word gets out about this every man on the planet will be lined up for this. WOW!!!"  

"I don't know Billyboy there must be more to it than just having sex. I think that the "love" part has more to do with it than we know. Whatever...it's out of this world, huh?" 

"Frankie I was watching your face while we were so intense. Did it really feel as good to you as it showed on your face?" 

"Billyboy, in a word, yes. There's no way I can describe the pleasure I felt when your 10" cock was pounding my butt. Sex wise, It's the best, most satisfying feeling I've ever had. Billy, you are a born top. One fuck and you've earned your degree in butt fucking. I have a sore but very happy butt right now.." 

"Hey Frankie?" 

"yeah Babe?"

"#10) your butt hole makes my cock stay hard."

Well, Billy, I think our great experiment can stop now if you'll admit it's not just the weed that makes your cock hard."

"Okay, I agree, but can't we try just one more thing" 

"Sure Billyboy anything you want." 

"Uh..I..umm Frankie, I uh I want you to stick your cock up my butt too. I need to feel you fucking me. You liked mine in you so much I just know I'll be the same as you. I want to give myself up to you, just like you did for me. I love you Frankie, but it wont be right until your inside me too." 

"Oh Billyboy, it's so hard to comprehend now. We're together now as never before and it's so freaking awesome! Having you to want me that way fills my heart. Sure Billy, you know I'll do anything you want or that will please you. We just have to rest up a bit first, okay." 




Afternoon Delight



"Whoa..oh my gosh" Billy said! I almost forgot....the guys are coming over in just a few minutes. What are we going to feed them? How about we go to a real restaurant and have a great meal" 

I remember seeing one on the way up here, It can't be more than 20 miles away."

"Sure that's fine with me, if they're up to it." Frank replied. uh oh, I hear them now Bill. Hey guys..we're dressing we'll be out in a jiffy, get a beer and have a seat..be right there."

Frank came out of the tent and Steve and Connor broke out into gales of laughter..

"...What?"...Frank asked.

They couldn't stop laughing, just then Billy came out and Frank knew why they were laughing. Billy's and Franks hair was quite a mess, Frank's Jeans were wrong side out his shirt buttons in the wrong button holes and Billy was just as bad. 

"Wow, Steve remember how it felt that first few days together. That's whats going on here. Well guys it's fairly obvious that you tried out our gift. How did it go boys, no broken bones I trust. I can guess from the looks of you two that you sorta liked it, huh?" 

Billy was beet red from embarrassment, Frank was laughing just as hard as Steve and Connor. 

"Yeah, it was okay," Frank said 

which started Billy to howling with laughter. "Okay, ...Frank?" I seem to recall higher praise than just 'okay' about two minutes ago." 

" well" Frank laughed "it was Fanfuckingtastic." That suit you Bill?" 

"Sure Bill replied, "just want recognition of my efforts you know."

"I already told you that you earned your Butt Fucking degree first time out." 

"Yeah you did!" 

"It's kinda hard to be cool wearing your pants inside out. Have your fun guys cause we sure did have ours. WOW! That was something. Frank laughed. "Hey, since we're such a mess here how would you guys like to go to that Steak House a few miles down the road, our treat" 

"After what we've just experienced in that tent, I can't swear that we'd have our mind on cooking as long as we're near that tent. We need the rest too."

"Sure that sounds great. you guys tidy up and we'll watch the sunset." 

"Here this helps to focus" Frank said handing them a blunt. 

We were ready in ten minutes and only needed a quick stop at the Rangers station before heading out to eat. The more they were together the more they all liked each other. Steve and Frank had a lot of similar interest as did Connor and Billy. After the meal they stopped and picked up a few more bottles of wine and returned to camp. They stopped at the guys camp for them to change into sweatpants and pullovers, they were too full to wear tight clothes and belts. 

Back at their campsite they all sat around the fire chatting, drinking beer and smoking blunts. Billy was antsy, wanting to grab Frank and drag him off to bed. He thought about how this trip had changed their lives completely. Sex with Frank was so natural to him now. He realized just how repressed he had been. As enthusiastic as he was now about doing things to Franks body, he was that uptight just two days ago even mentioning their bodies. Now when he didn't have his face in Franks crotch he was thinking about it being there. He kept giving sneaking looks at Frank while he was talking to the guys and wasn't looking at him. It was still his friend of a couple of days ago. But now it was like Frankie had a Billy magnet in his crotch. Billy was drawn to him without reason, or so he thought. In truth, it was sixteen years of repressed love coming to the surface and releasing the years of pent up sexual desire for this man. This time, just looking at Franks handsome face made Billy's cock get hard. Frank noticed Billy watching him and his squirming in his seat. 

"Whats up, Babe?" Frank asked...."Oh just sitting here perving on you again, can't help it. You get me hot." 

Connor looked at Steve and leaned in kissed him lightly on his lips and said 

"you get me hot too, Steve. I want you to saddle up and ride my butt hard tonight. Seeing these two falling in love makes me remember us and how we couldn't stay out of the bedroom. Remember how we were. Let's go ravage each other like the old days. This weed's got me horned up and I need you to fuck me hard." 

Just listening to Connor had Steve taking ragged breaths, his eyes glazed over..

"god yes I remember, thinking back it's a wonder we survived. Seems like we lived on cum for days. Oh Connor, I want that beautiful butt of yours now." 

"Ahem" Connor cleared his throat..uh... Frank, Billy ...um... we really had a great time, thanks for the terrific dinner ...we ..uh..need to..well we're so horny we just gotta go and do our thing. Okay, I see in Billy's eyes that he's ready for you Frank. We'll talk tomorrow, thanks again and good night."

Steve and Connor almost ran back to their camp. 

"Frankie we've still got one last experiment to do, remember." 

"I was just thinking about that Billyboy, tonight your tight little round butt is mine. Ready" 

"god yes, I'm ready..I thought about it all through dinner and sitting here round the fire. Let's go grab a shower and get back here quick."

Back at the camp they undressed and lay together, their naked flesh pressed together sent a shiver through Billy's body, he was both scared and anxious to try this last new sensation. Watching Frankie's face as he fucked him for the first time, Billy knew he had to try it. The very thought of Frankie's cock in his body was enough to make him cum. He fought to calm himself. He lay on his stomach as Frank had asked and Frank crawled up between his legs. Frank's hands started at his shoulders massaging and touching and kissing. He gradually worked down Billy's muscular back, rubbing and feeling those lats that veed down to that incredible 28" waist. Frank's big hands could almost encircle Billy's waist. Frank stopped and moved his body farther down and now a perfect, round, hard as rock bubble butt hovered in front of his face. 

Remembering what he'd seen in the porno tapes Frank leaned in and lightly kissed one cheek, and lightly blew a breath across those furred cheeks bringing goose flesh to each cheek. One hand on each cheek Frank massaged and rubbed them gently spreading them to see the fur covered opening waiting his arrival. Opening the cheeks wider Frank led with his tongue and scored a bulls eye as he speared the wrinkled opening. Billy screamed and nearly jumped off the bed. He wasn't expecting a tongue to be rimming his hole. Soon he was clawing at the mattress making noises Frank didn't understand and the tongue was lapping and laving Billy's perfect butt. Frank eased up and took the strawberry lube and worked a finger into Billy causing a long ooooohhhhhh Frankie to escape his chest. Frank had three fingers in and Billy was getting lose, backing up on Franks Fingers. Frank pulled out and told Billy...

"this is why this stuff is flavored babe"...and attacked Billy's ass with his mouth. 

He managed to suck on Billy's hole and spear his tongue inside him at the same time. Bill was frantic with these new sensations, who ever could have known that these feelings could come from his ass. He had to ask Frank to stop before he shot his load.

Frank explained how he was going to enter and that there would be some pain but if Billy relaxed there would be pleasure beyond description soon to follow. Billy flipped to his back, Frank pushed his legs up and knee walked his cock to the entrance. More lube, more fingers and he could see on Billy's face that he'd found the G-spot, Billy was loving his ass being worked over. Nothing else felt like this. Frank leaned down to kiss him and began pushing at his entrance. He told Billy to push out and soon the glans of Franks big cock popped through and Billy howled. Frank held still, kissed him deeply and talked to Billy telling him to relax, how much he loved him, how great this time together was, how he wanted to make love to him, to have Billy want him...then Frank felt a little tug on his thighs. Billy wanted more cock in him. Slowly Frank pushed into the unbelievable heat and tightness of his Billyboy's ass.. Billy's eyes were clinched shut. His grimace at the pain slowly relaxing. Frankie was all in, his balls atop Billy's balls. As he ground his cock in Billy's eyes flew open,

"ooohhh god Frankie you're in me, I'm so full, you fill me up. It feels so good." Billy circled his hips moving of the rigid cock in his ass. "OOOOHHH YEAH..."

Frank slowly pulled back all the way to the anal ring then back down as Billy groaned,"

aaaaahhhhhh. oh yes, ooh yes."

A few more stokes and Billy was loose. Frank began faster strokes bring cries from Billy, 

"faster babe faster, fuck me Frankie, fuck your baby, fuck me good. ooohhhh Frankie"

Frankie was at a frantic pace as was Billy. Every thrust down Frankie made was met by Billy throwing up his hips and ass to meet the thrust and grind on it. When Frank shifted and began ramming Billy's prostate he yelled each time Frank touched it. Pre-cum had Billy's cock and stomach slick, Frank leaned in a licked the nectar from his slit and did a quick bob driving Billy;s cock down his throat, Again Billy yelled, Frank kept pounding harder, 

Billy began to chant," fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"Oh Frankie don't ever stop, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..oh babe... fuck me.....FRANKIE!!!!HERE IT COMES! ARRRRGGGGHHH! OH, OH, OH, UUUUNNNNGGGHHH. FRANKIE I FEEL YOU SHOOTING IN ME!!! I FEEL IT!!!! FILL ME UP. I WANT YOU IN ME FRANKIE, I LOVE YOU IN ME!! FRANKIE, I LOVE YOU. I love you, I love you....Frankie, oh god. Frankie..come here Frankie, come here..." Frank collapsed on Billy's chest,Billy's arms encircled him gently rocking him.

"I didn't know...what...how....oh Frankie...you're the best....you're mine Frankie, you're mine...I love you baby,. you are mine!!

They slept for hours, the sun was up when they woke. Frank went out and make coffee. He was sitting in his chair looking at the lake and sipping his coffee when Billy's beautiful face popped out of the tent. 

"There you are...I missed you babe. I don't like waking up without you now. "

"You okay Billyboy" 

"Oh yes, Babe I'm the okay-est I have ever been. You fill me up, complete me, thrill me and finish off by telling me you love me over and over." 

"That's heaven to hear you say that Billyboy, Heaven! Knowing and loving you as my friend and best pal for sixteen years and now this. Pure Heaven!" 

Billy stood behind him, hands rubbing Frank's shoulders, 

"I know Frankie, I know. There's nothing I can say about last night. it was beyond everything. Too wonderful. I kinda feel a bit guilty that I got so very much pleasure from you, like it was more that anybody was ever supposed to have."

They heard someone call out. "Anyone awake" it was Steve & Connor. 

" Yeah here we are."

"Good morning, well I guess there is no crisis Steve" 

Billy and Frank both looked puzzled, 

"we heard screams and a lot of Fuck Me's over here last night and just wanted to be sure you are okay. So Billy, do you think you'll eventually get to where you like anal sex?" 

Frank choked on his coffee,laughing, Billy blushed 

"Was I that loud?" 

"Yep you had a great time. We heard it." 

Just then the Ranger's truck pulled in and stopped. 

"Oh god, surely he didn't hear me all the way down to his station!!" 

the other three were rolling with laughter, Billy was mortified.

"Morning" the Ranger said. everyone's okay I see. One of the camper's on the other side of the lake said they heard something screaming last night, might have been a Bobcat, you guys hear anything?"

Connor said, "Yes,it did sound like a large cat, but it was far away from us." 

"Glad it was far away the Ranger said. " Well I must make my rounds, see you guys at shower time."

Frank, Connor and Steve were just about to burst trying to hold off laughing until the ranger was out of sight. When they let loose, Billy had to join in, too. 

"That was funny. Thanks for covering for me Cooper": said Billy. "You guys want coffee" 

no we'd better get back. just wanted to make sure no "Wildcats' got you guys in the night. We need to say thanks to you too. Watching you two fall in love has sorta given a spark back to us remembering how we felt falling in love. You weren't the only one screaming Billy, Connor got in a few good ones too. When will you guys be leaving to go back to your homes." 

"early in the morning before dawn" Frank said. Oh, here this is our address and phone numbers we really want to keep in touch Billy doesn't know it yet but we will both be moving but our cell numbers will still be good. We will be getting a place together as soon as possible. Don't want him wandering off with some stranger. Gotta keep him close to me."

"Thanks," Steve said we feel the same. "Here's our numbers. You guys drive safely and we'll call you to come to dinner in a week or so, okay?" 

You bet, Billy replied. We'll bring the wine and a blunt or too if you like." 

"Yes, we like" Connor said. "See you guys soon" 

"I can't believe they heard me" Billy said. 

"Well what I find hard to believe is that people across the lake heard you" Frank laughed. 

Billy blushed again, Frank pulled him to him, and gave him with a long soulful kiss then said...

"Billyboy, you can scream all you want. I'll take care of any complainers"

"So Frankie, you want us to live together, huh?" 

"yes! don't you?" 

"oh yeah, almost as much as I want to drag you back into the tent right now. You know you've created a sex maniac don't you?" 

"I guess it just one of those things that I'll have to put up with, 

"I'm ready, take me to your bed, you maniac." 

THE END



Afternoon Delight



Michael smiled as he parked his car at Francesca's apartment. It was a Friday in early spring and she had taken the afternoon off work and invited Michael around. He was looking forward to seeing his young and exciting lover. After a stressful few days at work seeing Francesca was just what he needed. He smiled as he imagined her face when she saw him, her beaming smile and big blue eyes. He could drown in her eyes, they really were rather beautiful. Walking up the two flights of stairs to the apartment seemed to take forever. Finally he knocked on the door and checked himself over. He had dressed in smart jeans and a fitted shirt, showing off his strong chest beneath.

Hearing Michael's knocking, Francesca ran to the bedroom to look at herself in the mirror. She had dressed in a pair of wide leg jeans and a strappy vest top. Her cleavage was showing but not overly so, just enough to cause some excitement. She took a deep breath and opened the door with a smile. Michael's face lit up as he took in the sight of the girl before him. She looked so girl next door but so beautiful too. Her jet black hair was clipped up loosely and stray waves framed her face. She tucked some hair behind her ear and grinned, her lips full and pink, yet without their usual gloss. He was mesmerised by her simple beauty.

'Well aren't you going to come in?' Francesca grinned, stepping back as Michael walked past, looking her body up and down. He could see the lace of her black bra peeping over the top of her vest and he watched her bum move as she led him through to the living room. She stopped and turned and walked closer to him. She could smell his aftershave and could feel the warmth of his body. She gazed up into his dark brown eyes and down to his lips. His lips parted as he wrapped his arm around Francesca and pulled her close. He savoured the sweet scent of her freshly washed hair and the delicate aroma of her body lotion. Francesca reached up and stroked Michael's cheek, bringing his lips closer to hers. As their lips finally touched their bodies locked and Michael moaned softly as Francesca melted into his arms. Kissing gently, Francesca felt herself heading for paradise. She pulled back slightly and smiled at Michael. His lips sought hers again and she gave into his demanding kiss, letting her tongue seek his. She playfully pulled away and looked deep into Michael's eyes.

'So, did you want some lunch? Watch TV, or....?' She raised her eyebrow suggestively.

'I think we should go to the bedroom...' Michael whispered, gently kissing her forehead. Francesca smiled, glad that he had said that. She had bought some things for lunch but knew they could eat them later. She wanted her man now, and nothing was going to stop that.

She took Michael's hand in hers and they walked into her bedroom. He noticed how she had made the bed in sumptuous gold satin bedding. He sat down on the bed and she stood before him, a nervous look in her eye.

'Go on then, strip for me.' Michael grinned as he looked at her body. 

'Nooooo, I'm not just going to strip like that!' Francesca cried, suddenly feeling very self conscious. Being stripped by him was one thing, but stripping for him was something else. She did know Michael fancied her like crazy but she was still worried about her bad bits.

'Babes I'm going to get you naked. I know how you look. You look beautiful.' Michael whispered as he unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his belt. Francesca took a deep breath and slipped the vest over her head, revealing a sheer black lace bra. Her hard nipples pushed the thin mesh fabric and Michael could only admire the sight of her huge breasts encased in the pretty bra. She bent slightly and unfastened her jeans, hesitating as she slowly pulled them down, revealing her curvaceous hips and thighs. Michael knew she was nervous, but he couldn't wait to touch her and devour her. She kicked off her flip flops and sat on the bed beside Michael, turning her head to kiss him. He kicked off his shoes and socks as he embraced her, kissing her soft lips and stroking her arm before gently pushing her onto her back. Francesca eagerly unfastened his buttons and stroked his tanned hairy chest. Her hands pulled at his shirt and it soon found its way to the floor before Francesca removed his jeans, leaving him in black fitted CK boxers. 

The pair took a moment to look at each other before Francesca pulled the duvet back and dived underneath, pulling Michael with her. He lay beside her and stroked her soft cheek as he kissed her again. She looked so truly beautiful semi naked in his arms. She stretched her body out as Michael ran his finger down the ivory skin of her chest and stomach to the band of her black sheer knickers. He could see her bare pussy lips covered and he slowly ran his thumb along her pussy lips, feeling her juices seeping onto the thin fabric. Francesca writhed as Michael touched her and she reached towards his boxers, gently tracing the outline of his hard cock with the tip of her long manicured nail. The rest of her hand followed as she gripped the thick shaft in her fingers. Touching Francesca so tenderly was turning Michael on so much. The first time they had had sex it had been rough and frantic and driven by pure need. He had fucked her hard in her car and had loved every moment, as well as having some other liaisons, but he had never taken the time to gently make love to her. Lying in bed with the bright sun shining through the window allowed Michael to see all of Francesca's true, youthful beauty. Leaning over gently, Michael moved his hand up Francesca's body and reached behind her to unfasten her bra, slowly easing the straps off her arms and kissing her shoulders. The sight of her F cup breasts now unrestrained was wonderful and he gently massaged each erect nipple in turn before gently sucking each. Unable to escape Michael's lips, Francesca moaned and writhed at the sensations Michael was sending through her body. Michael simply loved sucking Francesca's nipples. The sweet taste of her young, soft skin made his cock throb uncontrollably. He would need to make love to her very soon.

Francesca continued to writhe beneath Michael before he moved away and allowed her to reach up to his boxer shorts. With one gentle pull Michael's boxers were down and his throbbing cock stood to attention before her. Instead of beckoning Francesca to suck him, Michael moved down to her knickers and eased them down her hips and legs. Slowly and gently Michael parted Francesca's legs and lay between them, his lips softly kissing her moist pussy lips. Her juices tasted so sweet as his tongue eagerly parted the lips and allowed him to get to her clit. Francesca moaned loudly as the tip of his tongue softy caressed her swollen clit and travelled down to the entrance to her pussy. Just as she thought Michael couldn't pleasure her anymore his tongue slowly eased into her tight hole. She was even tighter than he remembered, he thought to himself. Francesca opened her legs wider and Michael gripped them tightly to stop her escaping his tongue. Her hands reached down and she stroked Michael's head as he licked her and slipped his tongue in and out of her hole. Using her long nails she lightly scratched Michael's broad shoulders and pushed him closer to her.

Michael was determined to make Francesca cum with his tongue. She had a beautiful pussy to lick and taste. Francesca could feel her orgasm stirring within her as Michael started to ease a finger inside her. Her pussy was soaking and incredibly tight. Her narrow walls tightly clung to his finger and she bucked harder against his tongue and hand as she moaned loudly.

'Mmmmmm yeah, ooooooh, yeah, don't stop!!!!' Francesca cried. 'Mmmmm I'm gonna cummmm. Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhooooooooowwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeee.'

Francesca panted hard as she came, her sweet juices washing Michael's tongue and lips. He licked his lips and finger as Francesca moaned in orgasmic bliss.

'Mmmm you beautiful young girl.' Michael whispered as he lay on top of Francesca. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her inner thigh and she knew what he was going to do next.

'Make love to me.' Francesca whispered. Her cheeks were rosy after her orgasm and her lips were an even deeper pink. She was a beautifully erotic woman. Needing no more encouragement he rubbed the end of his cock against her clit and down to her entrance. In one long slow thrust Michael had entered her fully, his width pushing her sweet hole apart. He held his cock inside her for a few moments before slowly easing out and pushing back in again. His thrusts were long and slow and each one seemed to reach deeper inside her than the last. This was different to the hard and fast fucking they had enjoyed earlier, but somehow much more satisfying. Michael looked into Francesca's eyes and leaned down to kiss her cheeks and lips. The soft, sweet sound of her moans filled the room and she dug her nails into Michael's arse as he ground his hard cock into her tight pussy. He moaned loudly and began to thrust harder. He pushed his tongue into Francesca's sweet mouth and kissed her deeply. The passion between them was building in its ferocity and he made love to her harder and harder. Francesca reached down and rubbed her clit and felt herself ready to come again. She moaned loudly as her pussy began to contract. She had wanted to last longer but couldn't help herself as she cried out in Michael's ear. Unable to control himself any longer Michael fired his hot cum deep inside Francesca's sweet young pussy, grunting loudly as he emptied every drop inside her.

He kissed her forehead and stroked her face as he recovered, slowly slipping out of her and lying on his back. She pressed herself against his chest and cuddled up close, feeling the sweat of his exertion against her bare breasts. For a few moments she lay still, her arm clinging Michael's body tightly. Francesca felt so good she didn't want to move, but she realised she was thirsty and wriggled out of Michael's arms.

'Do you want something to drink?' She asked, shuffling to the edge of the bed before slipping on a black satin wrap.

'What do you need that on for?' Michael laughed, sitting up in the bed. 'A drink would be good, you got anything nice in?' 

'I might have!' Francesca giggled, running towards the kitchen. Michael smiled to himself and lay down again as he heard the tell tale sound of a champagne cork popping. Seconds later Francesca walked through with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. 

'Mmmm what's this for?' Michael smiled as he took a glass from her. 

'Oh I just thought it would be nice, make the afternoon a little more special.' 

'It already is special with you, but this is lovely babes.' He sipped the champagne and Francesca relaxed in his arms. They spent the next hour or so talking and drinking the champagne, the bubbles making them giggly and more animated. 

Francesca's face was flushed as she realised she was rather tipsy. She giggled as she emptied the bottle into her glass and mock frowned at Michael.

'All gone!' She cried. 

'Hmm I think you've had plenty, you naughty girl.' Michael said, stroking her soft cheeks. Francesca held the bottle and ran her finger around the neck, easing the foil away and tearing it off, leaving the smooth glass behind.

Michael had watched Francesca playing with the bottle and knew what he wanted to do to her. He took the bottle from her and whispered for her to lie back. Francesca obliged and opened her legs slightly. Michael sucked the end of the bottle and ran the neck against her clit. She was soaking wet and her pussy lips were pink and swollen. She was hungry for penetration and she opened her legs wider to encourage him. She wanted him to fuck her with the bottle. The thought wouldn't normally cross her mind but she wanted it badly and she wanted it now.

'Do you want this big bottle in your pussy?' Michael asked, smiling down at his girl beneath him. 'Do you want me to push it up you like......'

'Aaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!! Uuuuuurrrrrggggghhhh!!! FUCK!!!!' Francesca cried as Michael pushed as much of the bottle neck as he could inside her. The end of the neck itself wasn't so thick, but soon got thicker further down. The stretching sensation was driving her crazy and she was on the verge of coming again.

Michael let go of the bottle and let it slip out of her pussy slightly as he repositioned himself over her mouth. He eased down and let the tip of his cock push her mouth apart as she hungrily licked the head of his cock. His precum tasted so sweet and she lapped up the droplets oozing out onto her tongue. He slowly started to fuck her mouth and he rested his upper body on Francesca's stomach, using his arms to push the bottle in and out of her pussy. He pushed harder and harder with both his hands and cock, sending Francesca into a frenzy. The bottle felt even huger inside her as her pussy struggled to stay wet enough to take the constant pounding. Michael was struggling to control himself and with one deep thrust into her throat he fired loads of hot sticky cum, making her gag slightly. She held the cum in her throat and slowly started to swallow, taking care not to choke herself. Michael fucked her pussy even harder now she had swallowed and only seconds later Francesca came, screaming loudly and gripping his hand tightly.

Michael gently pulled the bottle from her pussy and held it up to show her just how much she had taken. She sat up and took the bottle from him before sucking it deeply like she would his cock. Her juices tasted so good and she looked up into Michael's eyes, smiling before dropping the bottle and kissing him wildly.

Lying back, Michael held Francesca close and soon the tiredness overtook them. They closed their eyes and were soon asleep, dreaming of when they'd awake.



Afternoon Delight



My wife and myself have gone out many times over the years and sometimes intentionally, sometimes almost by accident, have ended up indulging in a spot of exhibitionism. I love my wife to show herself to me in as public a spot as possible and she loves the feeling also! 

One early afternoon we went for a walk along the bank of the river that flowed close to where we lived at the time. My wife was wearing a long summer dress which had buttons all down its back. We had decided that it was better suited to our purpose for her to wear this dress back to front, resulting in the neckline being much lower than was intended by its maker. The top 2 buttons were always left open, as were at least 3 or 4 of the lower ones showing a lovely view of her tits, and a lot of leg also showing. Needless to say, there was nothing worn underneath the dress. At the end of the riverside path was a lovely country-style Pub, very popular in fine weather especially as it had a large beer garden at the rear.

My wife and I both had a few ciders in the beer garden, and managed to sit at the far end of the seating arrangement, facing away from the other drinkers. We always got a great buzz out of this sort of situation, with me gently stroking the cleavage on view and coaxing another button or two open, both top and bottom. When sufficient buttons were open, both of my wife's tits were out in the open, me caressing them to my heart's content, and also my wife's great enjoyment I should add! 

The lower buttons were open by now almost to her waist, her pussy fully in view, with me again adding to her and my pleasure by gently stroking and fingering her until she was leaning back against the wooden table, her legs wide open, me with two fingers deep inside her pussy, helping spread the wetness from within. Her eyes were closed, breathing deeper and deeper until she came with a long satisfied sigh, her pussy drenching my fingers. We both love the fact that we could carry on in this way, out in the open with lots of people close at hand, suspecting nothing, as long as she didn't make any noise when she came.

To share the love around a bit, my wife then started to rub my hard-on through my shorts, then unzipped them, lifted my cock out, and proceeded to give me a lovely slow wank, which is always a particular pleasure on a lovely summer's day I find. It didn't take too long for me to tell her that I was about to come, which prompted her to use a tissue to catch my spunk, preventing it from flying over us.

These actions put both of us in a lovely frame of mind for one last drink, after tidying myself up enough to reenter the pub. When we'd finished the drinks, we started to walk back along the river path, when as usual, I was coaxing my wife's tits out of her dress again, feeling them with one hand, the other up the back of her dress, tickling her pussy from behind. She was very worked up by this, and dragged me to a group of trees by the river bank, where I could do a much better job of fingering her in earnest, making her come again. 

She then decided she wanted to paddle in the river which in this spot, was quite shielded from the path. She waded in up to thigh depth and started to caress her tits over her dress, then opened it up to allow them into full view and easy access. I decided to walk back down the path a way until I could cross over to the other side of the river, giving me a more distant view, more like a voyeur might see. By this time, my wife had undone all her buttons and was openly squeezing her left tit with one hand and vigorously fingering herself with the other. I had to wank to this sight, so pulled my now raging hard cock out, and wanked as fast as I could.

From the corner of my eye I saw some movement on the pathway. It was two young men walking, one pushing a bicycle. They might or might not see my wife, I thought so didn't panic too much. I put my cock away and waited to see what happened. I think the two guys actually saw me at first, which probably made them wonder what I was doing lying down on the far river bank alone. They then caught sight of my wife. I had decided by now to see what would happen, so did nothing to alert my wife to their presence. My wife was totally absorbed by now, oblivious to anyone else, in mid stream, dress pulled back over her shoulders, body totally exposed, wanking herself furiously. 

She had an obviously huge orgasm ( not so quiet on this occasion), and waded to the river bank and proceeded to lie down on the bank and rub her pussy and feel her tits in obvious rapture. I didn't know what to think or do at first, because of the two guys watching, who by now had moved forward into the bushes to get a closer view .I was partly nervous, partly excited that they might make a move on my wife, and didn't really know what I would do if they had! Would I look on in enjoyment or panic and try to stop them? 

This didn't happen anyway, as they by now I think aware that my wife and I were a couple, and didn't make any such move. They contented themselves instead, after looking around and seeing no-one else in sight, to getting as close as they could to my wife whilst staying in cover behind the bushes. Pretty soon it became obvious that they had pulled their cocks out and were energetically wanking for all they were worth. This situation pleased me no end! My wife lying down in full view of two strangers, her body fully exposed, fingering herself to yet another orgasm, her cunt absolutely soaking wet, her body in convulsions of ecstasy, whist the two guys were wanking away merrily, barely eight feet away! 

I couldn't help but pull my cock out again to wank along to this fabulous sight! I wouldn't normally expect myself to do this but the other guys weren't bothered by my presence, and what's good for the goose I thought, what the hell? Within a short space of time there were four people exploding on two different sides of the river! Whatever noise was made was unheard by anyone because we were all having the same experience. 

Shortly, my wife, once recovered, began putting her now soaked -through dress back together, and the two lads began to slink away. I walked back around to the other side of the river to join my wife for a kiss and cuddle before walking home hand in hand, hoping no-one would notice her sodden dress.

When back home we went straight to bed where we had a long slow fuck, whilst I told my wife what had transpired while she was in the stream. At first she wouldn't believe me as I quite often tell her my fantasies about what I'd like us to do, involving other people. Whilst telling the story to her, it became obvious however how excited we were both becoming, it adding greatly to the sensations we were experiencing. I swore to her that it was the truth I was telling and during this, it sent us both over the edge, experiencing the loudest, longest orgasms of the day! This was one of many such events; more to follow!



Afternoon Delight



Karen and Fernanda met in part 3 of the 5-part story 'The Estate Agent'. You don't have to read it to enjoy this standalone story; but why not look it up if you enjoy this?

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I turned into the driveway of the Keels' house, with extremely mixed feelings about why I was there: guilt, panic, lust...

I wasn't there to help the sale of the house go through, although that's what I had told my boss. I wasn't there to meet the clients, John and Jessica; or even the prospective buyer Paul, because none of them were there. In fact, there would be only one person there this afternoon. Someone else who had worked for the Keels' for some years. A person I had met just a handful of times, yet already knew extremely intimately.

Fernanda.

She worked for the Keels as a maid, as well as helping in the garden. She had invited me to come here, alone, in the middle of the day.

And she had the body of a goddess.

I mean, I was no train-wreck. In fact, I think I'm pretty bloody hot. And most men seemed to think the same of my long red hair, pert boobs, and long legs capped with a firm heart-shaped arse. But Fernanda was a woman no-one could resist. An all-natural Spanish knockout, with luscious womanly curves in all the right places - and none of the wrong ones. And as if her body, her face, and her dirty smile weren't enough, she had a voice of liquid honey. She could seduce a statue just by saying hello.

In retrospect, I had fallen a little in love with her at first sight, when she had been weeding the garden. But then, she had been wearing a white crop-top three sizes too small, and denim hotpants so tiny they were practically a thong!

Fernanda had me reconsidering my whole lifestyle, and sexual orientation. I was pretty sure I still fancied men! But ever since our experiences under the watchful eyes of the Keels', my eyes had been opened to the beauty around me. I found myself 'checking out' other women. My head turning when a pretty girl walked by. So I was starting to think that maybe I was really bi. After all, I had come here in the afternoon today. I had lied to my colleagues about why I was coming - and there was just one reason I had come. To spend the afternoon alone with a beautiful woman.

I walked up to the door, and stepped in, ringing the doorbell as I did. As was now habit, my fingers moved to my blouse, and started to unfasten buttons. Oh - had I not mentioned how the Keels had taught me to be a submissive exhibitionist? To strip naked whenever I entered their home? Taken hundreds of photos of me naked? How they had introduced me to Fernanda, and the joys her body could bring? Well, I've told that story elsewhere - this is about making my own choices, not fulfilling their fantasies.

Why are you doing that? The Keels' aren't here - your Master and Mistress. Maybe you don't have to get naked the moment you step inside came a voice in my head. True enough, I supposed. But it seemed pretty likely that Fernanda would be nude - and we both knew what I had come down for.

I saw a figure appear in the hall; and through the glass, it was clear that not only was it Fernanda; but she was as naked as predicted. Even through the door, her outline was almost unbelievably sexual, with its exaggerated femininity. As she approached, I slipped the blouse off my shoulders, and tossed it onto the small table provided carelessly; then pushed my skirt down quickly.

Fernanda opened the door as I stepped out of the skirt. As always, her curvaceous body took my breath away. She smiled warmly; opening her arms immediately to give me a hug. Her large naked breasts pressed into the top of my chest, and I felt her hands clasp the small of my back. As she stepped back slightly, her hands moved to my hips, holding us arms-length apart.

"Karen, darling!" she said in beautifully-accented English. "So good to see you again - so nice."

She released me, and stepped back. "I let you finish now, yes?"

I blushed slightly, looking down for a moment. She didn't move, watching with a smile as my hands returned to work. I reached down to slip off my shoes and tiny socks; and then behind to unclasp my bra.

I looked up shyly as I pulled the bra off, revealing my breasts to Fernanda once again. I had much smaller breasts than she did - most women did, I suppose - but they were pert handfuls held high up on my chest. I fluctuated between a B and a C-cup through the month; and my nipples were (right now) small pink raspberries on top. Fernanda smiled as she watched my breasts jiggle as I moved my hands to my sides and pushed my panties down to the floor.

In just moments, I was naked in front of her; feeling more nervous than I had in years as I stood in front of this vision of beauty. For a moment, it made me appreciate how hard it must be for guys to approach beautiful women. It can't be easy, putting yourself out there like that - so vulnerable.

I only had to look up to receive my reward though - a beautiful smile, both warm and sexy, with a little curl to the lips that told me I all I needed to know. Fernanda's eyes were sparkling as she put her hands out, catching my face between them gently as she stepped forwards. She tilted my head slightly as she brought our faces together, and our lips met once again.

Warm and gentle, her lips pressed moistly against mine firmly but tenderly. Her fingers slid round into my hair as her lips parted softly. We kissed open-mouthed together, with increasing hunger until her tongue slipped out and probed into my mouth. Hesitancy lost, I used my own tongue to welcome this invasion, slipping over her moist tongue as my hands slipped around her waist, pulling us together.

Our naked bodies pressed against each other's; our breasts squashed as we clung to each other. My thigh moved, apparently on its own, stepping forward to wrap the length of my leg around the beautiful woman kissing me.

I pushed back against Fernanda as my nervousness gave way to desire. My tongue slid out between her soft lips and tangled with hers. My hands moved and, before I even realised it, had slid up one behind her head and the other moving to stretch over one of her magnificent breasts.

Fernanda broke into a broad smile, interrupting our kiss slightly before she pulled back and looked at me.

"Mmmmh. Naughty Karen. You are very forward today, yes?" She grinned broadly, her own hands running forward from my tangled hair to slide down and cover my own pert breasts.

Her fingers squeezed my breasts gently, coming together to press my nipples firmly, causing me to gasp slightly. Her eyes gleamed brightly as she looked me up and down hungrily.

As she teased my nipples, I did the same; both of my hands stretching over her heavy breasts. The soft flesh filled my hands; and I could barely control those marvellous orbs. Her dark nipples swelled as I stroked them to hardness, and an appreciative murmur escaped her soft lips.

Fernanda tilted her head towards me, opening her mouth to kiss my left nipple, and then take it entirely into her mouth. Her hands meanwhile stroked my sides; the curvature of my lower back, and out over my hips. Not usually the most sexually responsive areas of skin; but with Fernanda's touch they seemed to sizzle!

Her hands fell to my bottom as she took my nipple gently between her teeth and began to flick it gently with her tongue. I moaned as her hands confidently stroked the curves of my bottom; pulling the cheeks apart and running teasing fingers between them.

God! I had only been here five minutes, and we hadn't made it out of the hallway - yet my legs were already like jelly, and my pussy was meltingly wet.

Fernanda seemed to sense what I was thinking, as she released my nipple and stood up. Her hands moved to capture my own, and with a wink and a blown kiss, she led me into the house, and up the stairs.

As we walked up, I was one step below, giving me a fabulously close experience of watching Fernanda's bottom flex and stretch as she climbed. In fact, two steps down might have been even better - but I had no intention of letting go of her hand, as she led me to the rear bedroom.

Fernanda had been arranging this room for us, it seemed. Bright sun came through the windows, diffused by filmy net curtains which shifted in the breeze. The bed was dressed in pure white sheets, and had bright flowers at either side. A bowl of soft fruit sat on a table, with a bottle of white wine in a cooler. Soft music drifted in the air.

Finally Fernanda released my hand as she crawled onto the bed on all fours. I followed, keeping my eyes on her intoxicatingly sexy body. Every curve was lush and sensual - her hips, her waist, her buttocks, her back and her breasts. This was a woman built perfectly for sex, I realised.

We lay together, inches apart. We held apart, not kissing at first as our hands reached out to each other; deliberately keeping some space so we could gaze at each other.

I propped myself up on one arm as I used the other to explore her. I watched my hand first head unerringly for her breasts, a little lop-sided as she mirrored my own posture. But soon enough, I left those bounteous pastures to explore her more thoroughly. My hand drifted up her breast and into the crook of her shoulder; and then down the delicate clavicle to her breastbone. Fernanda's hand moved delicately on a similar journey as I explored her body. My fingers traced up her neck on one side; around her jaw and across her coral lips where she kissed them softly; and around to the opposite ear which I caressed delicately.

I've always loved having my neck kissed and nuzzled, and a lover paying attention to my ears and just behind. So I suppose the urge to do the same to her was understandable. I rode my instinct, and leaned forward.

My hand caressed her soft cheek and ear as my lips first contacted the base of her throat. I moved along, planting delicate butterfly kisses like a garland around her neck; my hand gently progressing around the back of her neck and into her hair. Finally, my gentle kisses led me to her left ear. I nipped gently at the earlobe before kissing it, and then moved around the outer edge, alternating between kissing and nibbling on it.

My hand slid down her back, pulling her towards me as I did; and hers was on the back of my head, urging me on. Our breasts pressed against each other, my hard nipples raking her softer flesh as I pressed my upper body against her. I heard soft moans, and knew that my kisses must be having an effect. If a guy had done this to me - or if Fernanda had done - I would be creaming by now. Actually, I was doing just that; my pussy throbbing insistently between my thighs.

Delicately, I slid my tongue inside Fernanda's ear, and she shuddered slightly. That could have been a bad sign, I suppose, except that she then pulled me even closer still.

Fernanda's free hand (we were both leaning on one) caught my own, which had been firmly squeezing the soft curves of her bottom, and moved it elsewhere. She opened her legs wide as she pushed my hand between them, with a moan.

My fingers slid over her firm, slightly sweaty body, and then sank down into her wet quim. Effortlessly, my fingers plunged between the soaked, swollen lips and deep inside her. I heard her groan, and pulled back to see her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy. I smiled with pride, and moved back, kissing her neck passionately as I started to thrust two fingers in and out of her.

Fernanda's hips started to move, thrusting against my hand as I pushed two fingers into her. I felt her pussy tighten about them; felt the smooth curvature of her vagina and adjusted my fingers to follow it. She was bucking against me, and murmuring passionately in Spanish as she did. Fernanda held my wrist, guiding my hand to faster and faster strokes, until her pussy tightened around my fingers, and her body contorted. She cried out as she came, clinging to me tightly as she shuddered with her climax.

Finally, Fernanda relaxed, uncurling from me enough to bring my mouth to hers for a passionate kiss.

We parted, and she purred like a cat.

"Mmmmmmm. Oh! So good! Karen - you are a ver' naughty girl!"

She laughed and kissed me again. Her hand had released mine; and now gently but firmly pushed at my hip, rolling me onto my back.

"Now darling, my turn" she announced, bringing her lips to my own, more modest bosom.

Resting on one elbow, Fernanda used both hands and lips to caress my breasts, kiss my neck, and tease my lips. Unexpectedly, she avoided my nipples; concentrating on the soft curves underneath my breasts, and the cleavage between them; moulding my breasts alternately softly and firmly in her hands without the tantalising thrill my nipples could generate. This was a new experience for me - men generally went straight for the 'bulls-eye' when they did this - and before long my poor, neglected pussy and nipples were aching for some attention.

I took a mental note at how effective this 'slow-burn' technique was at turning me on, guessing that Fernanda would enjoy me returning the favour some time. I tried to do as she had, and move her hand between my legs; but Fernanda was stronger than I, and held back.

"You must be patient, Karen my love. Give me time - let me play with you in my own way" she explained. "All good things, yes?"

I groaned with disappointment and arousal; but Fernanda did at least start to move south. She sat up slightly, her hands stroking my flat tummy, and then out to the tops of my hips.

"Mmmh. Very sexy Karen - such a tiny waist, and such smooth skin" she murmured admiringly.

I shuffled up the bed, flat on my back, bringing my legs up slightly. With a giggle, Fernanda took my nearest leg and lifted it; pushing so I bent at the knee, and brought my foot to her lips.

Fernanda kissed the side of my foot, stroking the tops of my toes against her chin before bringing them around to her mouth. Starting with the smallest, she delicately licked and sucked my toes in turn; her hands caressing the back of my calf and thigh all the time.

I had never thought of feet as sexual parts of the body, to be honest. But I guess that Fernanda was changing a lot of my preconceived notions of sexiness! I thrilled as she took my big toe into her beautiful mouth and sucked on it, looking me right in the eye as she did so. It was, as she said - "So sexy".

Fernanda stroked my thigh as she took my big toe out of her mouth and gave it a little kiss; then swung my leg across as she moved forwards. Now, she knelt within my spread legs, looking down at me. Her hand slid along my thigh, and tantalisingly close to my pussy before gliding past and up onto my flat stomach.

She knelt forward, stroking the length of my body until her fingers touched my lips, and I gladly took them deep into my hot mouth. Her face was close now, and she blew me a kiss before reversing direction. She smiled wickedly as her hands glided down my chest and across my breasts - finally touching my nipples, if briefly - and across my belly.

Her face had sunk past my wet pussy, and her hands followed it down. As they brushed against the mat of red hair above my moistness, they parted slightly; her fingers trailing just either side of my labia before sweeping up the inside of my widely-spread thighs.

I groaned in frustration at her wicked teasing; her hands drifting again and again to just brush tantalisingly against my outer lips before slipping away. Finally, when one hand took a slightly lower path down to my bottom and back up, she let a single finger trail across my swollen labia; sending tingles of excitement through my over-stimulated body.

"Oh god, please Fernanda" I begged. "Please fuck me! Fuck me with your fingers!"

Fernanda looked me in the eyes with a sexy smile. "Is that what you most want, sexy Karen? You want me to use my... fingers?" she said, pausing meaningfully. As I struggled to comprehend she slowly licked her pouting lips suggestively.

"No!" I gasped, understanding her at last. "Please go down on me! Lick me! Please, please lick me! Stick your tongue in my aaah! Oooooaaaaahhh!"

I moaned incomprehensibly as the devilishly sexy Spanish girl licked a broad swathe along the full length of my wet lips. My thigh muscles spasmed, making my legs jerk like a puppet's.

Fernanda slowly licked the whole surface of my exposed pussy; each lick finishing with a teasing brush across my swollen clitoris. I gasped and moaned; meaningless syllables in fits and starts as my lithe lover began to systematically eat me out.  

I writhed ecstatically. Fernanda knew exactly how my body would respond, playing me like a musical instrument. Her tongue thrust deep into my pussy, licking out the tight channel before arising to stroke little circles upon my clitoris. In truth, I had little idea what she was doing; only how incredibly good it felt.

Waves of delight rolled out from my pleasured pussy; mini-orgasms which built on top of one another. I knew that a much larger event was building, and it got much closer as Fernanda's fingers slipped pleasingly inside me as she continued to tease my clitoris.

I felt the groundswell of tension in my belly tighten as my arms and legs started to quake. Fernanda's knowledgeable fingers and flexible tongue worked away on me; but she had one more card to play. As my orgasm got closer, she got her other hand involved, stroking it up between my buttocks.

A single finger probed delicately at my perineum, which was soaked in my rich juices, and Fernanda's saliva. My eyes opened, and then widened as I felt her finger press into my tightly closed arse - something no-one and nothing else had done before - and then slide deep inside.

The stimulation of having a beautiful and horny woman between my legs; tongue on my clitoris, two fingers in my pussy, and another deep in my arse was far too much, and in seconds my orgasm crested like a wave. Slowly built in the shallows, pushed along by a greater force, and then thundering onto the rocks. It was as though molten fire was running through my veins; and I was going to burst out of my skin. I cried out, babbling and moaning incoherently as my orgasm went on and on and on.

Fernanda held her place; still rocking her fingers gently back and forth - not too much; but just eking out the last peaks and troughs of my mind-blowing orgasm. Finally, she rested her head on my thigh and was still; her fingers still inside me; but motionless as I gasped for air.

A minute or so passed where all I did was breathe, and rest a trembling hand on Fernanda's wavy black hair. Finally, I looked down to see her looking at me with a look of both affection and worry. When she saw me smile though, she smiled back joyfully. She crawled up the bed to lie pressed against me, and kissed my lips gently.

"God, that was amazing" I said, still a little breathless.

"Mmh hmmm" she murmured, kissing my neck again affectionately.

I gently pulled her hair back so I could look her in the eye. "If you want me to do anything like that to you" I said softly, "You're going to have to teach me how."

Fernanda smiled her sexy smile once again. "I was planning to..."

We kissed again, before parting slightly.

"I want a swim" said Fernanda firmly. She pushed herself up to a sitting position. "You are coming too?" she asked, clearly expecting me to say yes.

"Sure" I replied. "Let's go."

We walked downstairs together naked, holding hands again through the hall and back lounge of the house, till we finally emerged onto the patio; an oasis of shade before the bright sunshine bathing the pool and garden beyond.

Fernanda dove quickly into the pool, whilst I took a quick (and cold!) shower under the outdoor spray. Fernanda was calling to me from the water, and I eagerly rinsed the sweat from my body before joining her in the pool.




Afternoon Delight



I can hold my breath for ages, so I swam under the water, hands reaching out to slide around Fernanda's calves circling around her like a shark. Twice, then three times around her before I slowly surfaced immediately in front of her, breaking the surface like a mermaid. As soon as I was above the water, her soft lips were against mine; and cool hands slid around me. Our soft thighs entwined, four hands moving independently over firm muscles and soft curves.

After kissing for a minute, we parted, and as I saw the lust on Fernanda's face, I couldn't help giggling girlishly. I just wasn't used to sing another woman look at me like that, and it was lots of things - flattering, sexy, and arousing - but also kind of funny, still.

Fernanda smiled, and kissed me tenderly before slowly disentangling us, and leading me over to the ladder to climb out. I was directly behind her, and watched the smoothness of her back, tapering from her shoulders down to her tiny waist before flaring out again in the form of her beautiful bottom. She stopped a moment, pushing her bottom out; and I gaped at the twin moons of pert perfection; looking up at the tempting lips of her pussy revealed between them.

I heard a delighted giggle, and she wiggled her hips temptingly as she moved up the steps. She stepped seductively off, water splashing on the ground as she walked over to the jacuzzi. I genuinely didn't move until she got down into the jacuzzi, and I couldn't be distracted by her beautiful body any longer. I shook my head to wake myself up; and climbed after her.

To my surprise, I came to see that Fernanda was leaning back against the edge of the jacuzzi watching me! Her eyes tracked me as I walked over, flicking from my bouncing breasts to my swaying hips. My ego swelled as this curvaceous wonder watched me with lust in her eyes.

Fernanda's arms were out resting back against the side of the jacuzzi, her huge breasts floating on the surface of the water temptingly.

I stepped down into the jacuzzi, the warm water sliding up my thighs as Fernanda drew me down onto her lap, and into her arms. Our lips came together, and we kissed passionately. Our hands roamed as our lips moved together; tongues slithering against one another. I had one hand behind her head; whilst the other stroked and massaged her breasts. She played with my own breasts in turn; her other hand stroking the curves of my bottom.

I moaned softly, as my passion rose again. Fernanda kissed her way down my neck, towards my breasts; and I rose slightly, bringing my nipple into contact with her hungry mouth. Without breaking contact, I slid around until I was facing her; my legs parted either side of hers.

Now she could caress my breasts freely; and I could do the same. I thrilled as she stimulated my nipples, and I stroked the heavy curves of her breasts with heady enthusiasm.

For several minutes, we stayed in the same position; kissing and caressing each other. At times, her hands slipped down to my buttocks, fingers stroking from the base of my spine to my perineum; never quite coming into contact with my hungry pussy.

Finally, I stood. The water cascaded down as I stood gloriously nude in front of her. I took Fernanda's hand, and pulled her to her feet.

We stepped out of the pool, and I led Fernanda to a sun-lounger. She lay down at my signal, and I sank to my knees on the wooden decking beside her. My hands stroked her smooth legs, which parted; one bending up at the knee, whilst the other foot slipped down to rest on the ground. Fernanda's thighs were now spread broadly; and I leaned forwards between them.

I leaned forwards as far as I could, planting a soft kiss just below her breasts, and began slipping back down, leaving a trail of kisses towards my goal - the juicy honey-pot between Fernanda's heavenly thighs.

I kissed golden skin which was firm and smooth, getting closer to her soft pussy-lips. I could smell her arousal, and the aroma defeated my intention of kissing and licking her inner thighs and vulva to tease her into a frenzy. Instead, my mouth moved directly to her wet slit and my tongue stroked the intoxicating length of her moist labia.

We both moaned together as my tongue penetrated her coral lips, and her flavour filled my mouth. Her taste was heady and intoxicating; spicy and rich like no other taste on Earth. I had certainly never found anything like it; nothing that even came close!

God! I used to think that the taste of a man's cock was intense - but pussy was in a different league! I licked and sucked at her swollen lips hungrily until managing to control myself. I wanted to make this good for her, like she had done for me earlier.

Slowly and deliberately, I tongued down the length of her slit, and then tilted my head to kiss and suck at the labia on first one side, and then the other. Avoiding her clitoris at first, I licked back down again, savouring her thick juices. Back up, and this time my tongue flickered lightly over her hooded clitoris. Fernanda jumped as though she had had an electric shock; her thighs briefly contracting around my head, before falling back more open than ever.

I smiled to myself, pleased with the effect of my teasing tongue. Next, I brought my hands into play; my left hand curling up to pull back the 'hood' partly covering her pearly clitoris, and exposing it to my gaze. My right hand reached up higher, to caress the heavy breast which sank somewhat to the side of Fernanda's heaving chest.

Fernanda groaned as I caressed her breast, and pulled the nipple into an erect hardness. I gently licked at her breast, my tongue stroking the ripe bud gently. I softly traced up, down and across - a letter 'A'. Then up and wiggling back down - a 'B'

By the time I reached 'K', Fernanda was writhing with pleasure; moaning and murmuring in Spanish as I worked away between her firm and delectably-tanned thighs.

At 'P', I had pushed two fingers into her shaven (and soaking) quim, curving the fingers up to rub against her G-spot. I slowly and rhythmically pushed in and out as my tongue licked away at her pearly clitoris. X...Y...Z...

Fernanda's thighs were quivering; bouncing against the sides of my head as her orgasm approached like a steam train.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ahhh...aghh!" she spluttered, crescendo-ing with a frozen silence as her thighs clamped tight around my head, and her upper body convulsed with pleasure. I was still, but for my fingers and tongue; still slowly working away in her honeypot. Her orgasm went on for twenty or thirty seconds, before finally the pressure on my head relented. Fernanda relaxed completely, her legs falling totally open. I dipped my head; moving my mouth from her swollen clitoris to the mouth of her wet pussy. With long broad sweeps, I drank her nectar down; savouring the rich, earthy flavours of her orgasmic fluids like nectar.

Finally, I looked up over her sweaty, heaving body to catch Fernanda in the eye before slowly pulling my wet fingers out of her swollen pussy and pushing them into my hungry mouth and sucking off her slick wetness. She watched me enjoying the flavours of her pussy with a sexy, satisfied smile and blew me a kiss.

Fernanda lay back and waited for me to climb onto the lounger with her; our bodies entwining and breasts pressing together as our hungry mouths sought each other out. We kissed passionately and slowly, both enjoying her taste as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. My fingers tangled in her dark hair as she sucked her juices from my mouth, and smiled.

We spent the next couple of hours naked; eating fruit, drinking juice, swimming; and enjoying each other's bodies with every sense we possessed. By the time we had to go, I was intimately familiar with her every curve; her every flavour; and we had both come perhaps a dozen times.

We had talked too. When the Keels moved out, Fernanda was going to lose the cleaning job, and was going to struggle for money. Since I was struggling too, there was an obvious solution.

She moved in the next day -- and she's still here now!

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Afternoon Delight



I sat on my patio, watching him. He was mowing again by his pool. 'It must be 100 degrees and he's out here mowing again', I thought. I could see the sweat as it ran down his neck and the dark color of his shirt where the sweat had stained it. I watched him as I appeared to be reading the book in my hands. But, who could tell with my sunglasses on, right? 

Suddenly the mower stopped and I watched stunned as he ripped off the wet shirt. All I could think was ...'ohgod...I wonder what he tastes like'...my cheeks flushed from the thought. I looked around to make sure no one was looking at me, then dropped a small cube of ice from my tea glass down between my breasts. 'Maybe that will cool me off', I thought. As I looked up I realized, he saw me....and he had that wicked little smile I love to see on his face. My blush deepened ... I felt like crawling under my chair and hiding. The sound of his laughter came to me as I raised the book higher and hid behind it. 

Again the mower started and as I peeked over the top of the book, he winked at me. Groaning, I retreated behind the book again ... attempting to read. But, it was useless as my eyes are once again drawn to him behind that push mower, his muscles working with ease. Picking up the spray bottle I had filled with ice and water to cool me down, I sprayed it down my body and back up my legs. This summer I was determined to get the perfect tan. Actually, with this obviously Irish 'peaches and cream' complexion and red hair, any tan would do. I lay there looking at him again, the book completely forgotten. 

He is, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Very tall, well over six foot. Thick, dark hair ... I'd love to get my hands into. His eyes were endlessly deep and sexy, and that smile. OMG, that smile! That alone made me drool and it didn't even have to be shining in my direction. Yes, it was obvious. He made me want to crawl all over him and I was having a terrible time hiding it from him. Actually, I think he knew. Laughing to myself, he'd have to be blind and totally without a clue to miss my attraction to him. 

The sound of the mower grinding to a stop drew my attention again and right before my eyes he picked up the water hose and began to wash the grass clipping off his sweat dampened body. My drool alarm went off again. I doubt that there is much in this world that looks as good as glistening wet skin. The water cascading down his chest and back, actually made me wet. I pressed my thighs together, struggling not to moan out loud. He looked up suddenly and must have read my thoughts because that killer smile flashed again. I shivered when I saw it. He laughed when I did and I knew ... that he knew what I was feeling. 

He very slowly walked over to the side of his pool and turned to face me. His hands went to the buttons on his jeans, slowly and careful opening each one. I couldn't look away no matter how hard I tried. I glanced up to see that wicked smile again. But, even though I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes from moving back down to his hands. As the last button opened I realized I was holding my breath. I couldn't stop the groan as he slide his jeans and boxers down across his hips and slowly stepped out of them. His skin was tanned and I knew he had to spend lots of time naked in the sun to be that uniform in skin tone. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath to try and get my heart to stop pounding. 

He blew me a kiss and dove into the sparkling clear water of the pool. I sat there and grumbled about men that tease as opposed to the stories of female teasers. Somehow, I thought that this was much worse, right? Anyway, he swam a dozen or so laps back and forth across the length of the pool. My eyes never left his strong arms pulling him through the water. He dove under the water and startled me when he suddenly appeared at the side of the pool closest to me. 

As he shook water from his eyes, he said..."come here!."..I was so surprised I just sat there. "COME HERE!," he called again. I still couldn't believe he was talking to me so I sat there looking at him. He pulled himself out of the water and padded across to me, picked me up and walked back to the pool. I still didn't say anything and could barely breath at his closeness. 

As he reached the side of the pool, he looked down at me and grinned. Then he let me go, laughing as I fell into the water. I gasped and sputtered as I surfaced. The sight of him naked and standing with his hands on his hips above me was almost more than I could take. I treaded water, trying to decide what to do. I turned and began to swim slowly for the steps when I heard a splash. I knew he was behind me, but as he pulled along side of me ... I began to flounder in embarrassment. He turned and pulled me onto his chest with one arm. He floated and I bent my head to hide my eyes as I rested on his chest. 

I felt something pressing against my belly and blushed as it became obvious it was his semi-erect cock. I tried not to move but the water caused me to slip and slide on his body. His hand holding me against his chest felt wonderful, but there was no way I was going to tell him. The feel of his chest moving ... rubbing across my nipples caused them to harden. He glanced down and smiled at me again. The blush on my cheeks grew hot again. I felt like my body was on fire but didn't know how to put it out. 

As we reached the steps of the pool I moved to slide off him and both his arms came round me, holding me still. I stammered softy, "I should get out." He shook his head and with one hand turned my face until my lips were barely centimeters from his. I watched as his lips opened and covered mine. The only sound I could make was an agonized moan. He slowly raised up to a sitting position on the steps, my mouth still locked with his. My arms slide around his neck and my legs around his waist. I couldn't have stopped kissing him if my life had depended on it. 

The feel of his tongue curling and tangling with mine was sheer heaven. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass, pulling me tighter against him. I felt his fingers sliding into the legs of my swimsuit and rubbed across my wet lips. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed them across our upper lips, still locked hungrily together. The scent of an aroused woman came to my nose and I knew he could smell me on his fingers too. The whimper that escaped me and wrapped around our tongues made him growl deep in his chest, I felt it before I heard it. 

His hands returned and tugged the cloth away from my body, baring my pussy to his touch. I was gasping against his lips. I kept thinking I should struggle free of his arms but I knew if he stopped now, I'd probably die from the ache that was building in the pit of my stomach. I felt him guide his cock up and push past my lips. The head slid easily into me, I had been ready for him since he first took off his shirt. I laid my head on his shoulder and moaned at the wonderful way he felt inside me. I had wanted him for so long and now, right now, I had him between my legs. It couldn't have been anymore perfect. Or so I thought! 

His hands grasped my upper arms and pushed me back away from his body. I was resting on his cock and had taken all of him inside me, my vaginal muscles were helplessly grasping and pulling at him . As I opened my eyes and looked at him...he grinned at me and said, "you have to stay right here until I cum, no matter what, understand?." The only thing I could do was nod helplessly. He had me right where I wanted to be. Pulling me back against his chest, his hands slid under my ass and held me while he began to effortlessly thrust in and out...the water seemed to make it easier for him. I moved my hands up behind his neck. The feel of his dark hair too tempting to resist, I slide my fingers into it... whimpering at the combined feel of his hair curling around my fingers and his cock stroking inside me. The sensations overpowering my senses. Frantically I began to move as the first wave of what was to be several orgasms washed over me. 

His movements slowed and he held me tightly to him, whispering softly into my ear as I moaned and cried at the intensity of the pleasure. I lay on his chest as the spasms slowed, realizing he hadn't stopped moving. I could feel the orgasm fading but not completely going away. It seemed to hover just out of reach, waiting to return. His hands moved up my back, loosening the straps to my swimsuit top and as they fell off my shoulders ... his lips grasped the front and pulled it down, baring my breasts to his mouth. I cried out helplessly as he began to lick my nipples...moving from one to the other. I had never felt anything like this before. His intensity was amazing. 

His licks and nibbles made me feel as though I would be consumed by the fire that was building again. The only thing I could do was hold his head to me and feel. His thrusting movements began to increase and without warning another spasm hit. This one harder than the last, causing me to cry out softly. He covered my nipple with his mouth and began to suck harder. I could feel myself shaking on his moving cock and felt helpless as I surrendered all control to him. 

Again and again his brought me to orgasm. Suddenly he whispered into my ear, "I'm going to cum in you, doll....and I want to feel you cumming harder than you ever have...understand?" I looked up at him and the look on his face was almost frightening. His eyes had darkened and narrowed, the grip of his arms had tightened and his movements were much harder. I couldn't have gotten away from him if I had wanted to. I was so weakened by that time... that I could only gasp and nod. One of his hands moved up and held my head against his shoulder and he began to pump his cock faster. The other hand slide back to my ass and one finger slipped into the little hole ... moving gently but insistently. 

I closed my eyes and concentrated on his hands and body. I could feel a rising tide coming toward me that was stronger and harder than anything I had ever experienced. As it finally reached me I began to scream. Never, never, in my life had I ever cum this hard. He turned his head and covered my mouth with his...I felt his shout, rather than heard it, in my mouth. He stiffened suddenly and erupted like a volcano, forcing my hips tight against him with his hand and began to pump cum deep inside me. 

As I lay on his heaving chest, whimpering weakly, he kissed me softly and whispered, "think anyone saw us, doll?" I shook my head slowly and answered, "I don't care." He laughed and patted my bottom. I smiled and tried to breath normally again. He eased me off his softening cock and adjusted my swimsuit. "Next time, lets do this on a bed," he said. I looked up surprised and he grinned. "oh yeah, doll...there will definitely be a next time. In fact, I plan for there to be lots of next times." I smiled, settled back against his chest and closed my eyes.



Afternoon Delight



"You know what I want."

That was the first thing he said to me as soon as I entered the apartment. It was the middle of the day, yet the lights were all turned out and the curtains drawn, though enough daylight still managed to creep through the slats of the blinds so that I could see him pretty damn well. Even in this light he was a vision as he sat on the black smooth leather couch in front of me wearing nothing but a smile as he stroked his thick, meaty manhood. He licked those juicy, red tantalizing lips as his fiery gray eyes carefully watched me slowly step out of the lacy black boy shorts I'd worn underneath the short white trench coat. This was how he told me to come over, wearing nothing more than that other than the red stilettos on my feet. Every time he called me over, he had me dress a certain way, and I always complied like the good little slave that I was.

"Ah, yeah, baby," he replied, his erection even more pronounced, which made me even wetter than I was during the taxi ride over. "Now, get over here, you filthy little slut." I was about to walk over to him when he quickly shook his head, stopping me dead in my tracks. "No...on your knees, bitch."

I dropped down on all fours to the soft carpeted floor, and like a good little doggie, I made my way over towards my sexy Master, who was still stroking himself until I was face to face with his huge cock. Yum, it looked so delicious! I began to salivate as I hungrily watched the precum bead up on the head of his cock. I could feel the sizzling cream sliding down my inner thighs already just from watching him masturbate, and I was going crazy waiting for his next command. With pleading eyes I looked up at his face, and frowned when I saw that he was on the verge of cumming without my help.

Seeing the turmoil and desperation on my face, he devilishly smirked and asked, "You want to suck this big fat cock, don't you? You want me to fuck your face right now, you little slut?" I wasn't allowed to talk until he told me so. That was one of the rules, so instead, all I did was nod. No sooner had I made the gesture did he forcefully grab the back of my head. I opened my mouth just in time to receive him so deeply into the back of my throat that I gagged. Though I had done this quite a few times with him, I still wasn't use to his size. But I was willing to deal with the minor discomfort for his sake. Besides, I really loved the taste of him, the sweet and sour saltiness each time he coated the back of my throat and tongue. And this time he didn't disappoint. I felt him grow bigger inside my mouth just before releasing his man milk, and I tried to drink every last bit, not wanting to waste even a single drop.

"Suck me dry," he panted, and I obeyed.

Carefully with my right hand I pumped whatever juices was left out of his cock as my mouth like a vacuum siphoned the scrumptious, creamy residue. There was always so much no matter how hard I tried to drink it all, which excited me all the more as it ran down the sides of my mouth.

"Show me what's left in your mouth, baby."

Firmly, he gripped my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to release his warm cock from my open mouth. It was still filled to the brim with a sea of his semen. I could feel his dick getting hard all over again in my hand as I gargled the syrupy white broth in my mouth for him.

"Swallow it."

I closed my mouth, gulped, and when I opened it again, his creamy goodness was all gone.

"Now, turn around so I can see that tight little pussy."

Obediently, I did as I was told. I felt him ease down off the couch as his hand parted my cheeks, revealing my throbbing, wet pussy to him.

"You're already this wet, you dirty little whore?" he menacingly laughed as his fingers teased my drenched slit at the same time. I moaned in excitement, biting my bottom lip so that I wouldn't be punished for speaking without permission. "I bet I could stick my whole fist inside right now." 

At first, he placed one finger inside of me, and I moaned even louder as he curved it and moved it inside and out, scraping it against my g-spot while his tongue greedily flicked my clit even faster than the bullet I played with at home on my off days. 

Ooh! So badly did I want to scream, especially when he added another finger inside of me and began slurping my juices with his mouth as they poured from my pussy like rain falling from the sky. I buried my face into the carpeted floor and tried to grip it's short fibers with my hands as he continued to tongue and finger me with such ferocity until finally I could stand it no longer.

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed, losing myself as my whole body began to tremble like an earthquake. "Damnit!" I cursed, realizing I'd spoken without his permission, and now a harsh punishment would ensue. "Fuck!" I hollered, cumming all over his face and hand, no longer caring about preserving my voice since I'd already broken the rule -his rule!- and talked.

"Who told you to talk, bitch?" he asked, and before I could respond, he smacked my ass so hard that tears instantly flooded into my eyes. "Just for that, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you until I break you in half."

All of my lips quivered in excitement from his threat. "I'm sorry," I apologized as I felt him lift up my hips, positioning me for a painfully delicious ride.

I braced myself for a forceful entry. Since he was so big, he usually had to ease himself inside until I grew accustomed to him. Yet, by the way he was roughly handling me today, I could tell that he wasn't going to be as kind. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth against the carpet as he, with his hands gripped tightly on my hips, with one excruciatingly raw thrust entered inside of me.

I screamed when the pain shot all the way through me as if he'd shot an arrow through my pussy all the way to the back of my throat. Fuck almighty! Did he really just break me in half? I wondered as he continued to wildly pound me from behind. Gripping my arms, he placed them behind my back as if I was under arrest while he continued to make mincemeat out of my sex.

It hurt so bad, yet it was so lusciously fantastic that I didn't want him to stop. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as he moved faster and faster, the sound of his balls smacking my ass reverberating throughout the dark room along with my loud moans and cries. It hurt so badly that I thought I was going to die, but it was sooo good that if I did die, I didn't mind one bit. Getting fucked to death wasn't a bad way to go in my book, and the more I thought about such a macabre demise, the more excited I became.

"Oh, fuck, fuck FUCK!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I continued to tighten around him. I could feel him swelling inside of me, and I knew that this was about to come to an amazing, climactic end. "Oh yeah! Oh, oh...oh shit!"

"Fuck!" he moaned really loud, swelling even more as he gripped my arms even tighter behind my back, almost pulling them out of the sockets. 

"I-I'm about to cum!"

"Fuck you!" he angrily shouted at me. "Not before I do!"

I was trembling so much that it was taking everything in me to hold back and wait for him to climax first. Please, hurry up and cum! I silently cried to myself as he continued to swell inside of me. Then, as if he heard my woeful plea, he quickly released my arms and, tightly gripping my hips, came in a torrent, and no sooner did he did I quickly follow.

I collapsed to the floor, my sore arms limply laying at my sides like a useless rag doll's as I felt the warm syrup from his cock fill my insides. Before he was done releasing it all inside of me, he removed himself and placed his hot limp, gooey manhood on top of my ass. His semen cascaded over my body like a thick waterfall, and I smiled with delight as the aftershocks from our steamy fuck session continued to surge throughout my entire body. "Damn, that was good!" I laughed, still trying to catch my breath as I felt him remove himself from behind me.

I heard him plop down on the couch behind me. Then, I heard what sounded like him lighting a cigarette, which he always had right after one of our sessions. "Yeah, it was," he casually commented before taking a drag off his smoke. "Now...get the hell out before your mother comes home and finds you here."

I sat up on my knees and looked over my shoulder, pouting as I stared at my handsome older lover. "Yes, Daddy," I mockingly replied, pissed at him for always being so brash and coarse with me.

"Don't call me that, you little slut!" he snapped at me, his eyes filled with fury from my words. "I'm your stepfather, and don't you forget it!"

I shrugged as I stood up from the floor, my pussy still throbbing from the severe pounding he gave it just moments before he decided to talk to me like a child. "Same difference."

His eyes carefully watched as I put back on my underwear and coat. All he put on was a pair of black and white plaid boxers to walk me to the door in, but even in that, for a fifty-something year old man, he was still pretty damn sexy with his well toned body from so many years of MMA fighting.

"I'll call you on Friday," he told me as he opened the door. "You don't have classes on Friday, right?"

I shook my head, grinning because he knew my schedule better than I did. "Nope."

"Good. We'll make a day of it, then."

My raw, swollen pussy was starting to twitch at the thought of spending all day with my stepfather, having the most fantastic, mind blowing sex in the world with him all while my mother was off working to pay for my college tuition. Yet I didn't feel the least bit guilty, and neither did he. "I can hardly wait."