0 comments/ 3328 views/ 0 favorites Blue Ice By: Guthry "There we go" I said as I finished tying off her last hand. She was now on her back, completely trussed up. Her arms were tied above her head, and her legs were in the air, about shoulder width apart. She was completely exposed. I moved up to the top of the bed, and roughly forced a blindfold over her eyes, blocking her view of anything I was going to do. I smiled in anticipation as I climbed up on the bed, and grabbing a handful of hair, forced my cock into her mouth. "Suck on me" I commanded her. As she greedily slurped my cock in and out of her mouth, straining to lift her head up, I lifted the camera and took a couple of quick shots. "Now my balls" I said as I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Instantly she moved her head so that she could take my balls into her mouth. I loved that feeling, even more than I loved how she looked, with my cock resting on her forehead and my balls in her mouth. I let her suck on me for a little bit more before I stopped her and moved back off the bed. I picked up the riding crop and moved down between her feet. Here she was, totally exposed, and at my mercy. Her pussy glistened with her juices as she started to anticipate the spanking. SMACK! The first hit landed squarely on her left ass cheek. SMACK! I followed almost immediately by swatting her on the opposite cheek. I loved the way her pale skin immediately showed the red outlines of where the crop hit her. But I had much more plans in store for her tonight than just turning her ass red. I picked up the camera and snapped a couple of shots of the first red marks. Putting the camera down, and picking the crop up again, I moved to the top of the bed and released her right hand. "Play with your pussy" I told her as I proceeded to systematically tan her ass red. I hit her over and over again, moving around, but never stopping for more than a couple of seconds. I wanted her ass to be beat red before I moved onto the next phase of my plan for tonight. All the while her fingers were busy rubbing her clit, making herself moan as she felt the pleasure of masturbating compete with the pain of her beating. "Don't you cum yet" I told her. "Stop rubbing yourself for a second". As she moved her hand away from her pussy...SMACK! The landed the riding crop right on her clit, almost as hard as I could swing it. She gasped in pain and pleasure as her back arched up as high as possible while being tied up. I moved over to the toy box and grabbed "Papa Smurf", her favorite vibrator. Handing it to her, I told her to start fucking herself with it. "But don't make yourself cum, not until I tell you that you can." She started sliding the vibrator in and out of her pussy, and I couldn't resist. I grabbed my camera and started snapping pictures. Here she was, my baby in all her glory, fucking herself with a vibrator while blindfolded, tied up, and beat hard. And she loved it. I let her play for a little bit while I stroked my cock and imagined what it was going to feel like as I fucked her. I was tempted to grab the lube, lube myself up, and in one thrust shove my cock balls deep in her ass...but I knew I wouldn't. Not yet, but some day, I'd have my cock sliding in and out of her ass while she slid a toy in and out of her pussy, filling her completely. As for tonight... I picked up the riding crop again and started in on her inner thighs and ass again. Always hitting in a different spot, never with the same force or angle, always trying to keep her guessing as to where the next hit would land. All the while I'm watching her fuck her tiny little pussy with that vibrator, moaning out loud. I went over to the toy box and got my next item. "Stop" I told her, "time to untie you." I moved around the bed, undoing her legs and her other arm. I gave her a minute to get the feeling to return in her extremities. I moved and positioned her until I had her where I wanted. Her knees were spread just a little more than should width apart, and her face was down on the bed. This left her ass in the air and her dripping little pussy right at crotch height, begging to be fucked. "Reach back and spread your pussy lips for me. Pull yourself open and let me see inside of you. How wide can you open yourself?" She did as commanded, and I got a couple of great pictures of her pulling her pussy lips open for me, showing me her drenched cunt, clit and asshole. "Here's your next project. You get to play with this one, while I still get to beat your ass. I'm going to beat you with the crop, and you're going to fuck yourself with the Blue Ice. I want to see you slide this monster in and out of yourself for a couple of minutes. Then, when I tell you to, I want you to stop, and pull it out. I want to see your pussy spread, and open, and begging me to fuck it." She struggled for a minute to get the dildo in her cunt, but once in she proceeded to fuck herself with abandon. Thrusting in and out, arching her back, and really going to town on her pussy. I grabbed the crop again and started hitting her high on her ass. Getting the areas red that I wasn't able to reach when she was on her back, I let this continue for a few minutes, really getting into watching her fuck herself. I couldn't wait any longer. Grabbing my camera I commanded, "Stop now". And she immediately pulled the Ice out. I heard her cunt give a little 'pop' as it released its tight grip on the big dildo. I got a couple of quick pictures of her open little pussy, juices running down her thighs before I set the camera back down. Then stepping forward, in one swift motion, I thrust my cock into her. I felt my balls hit her clit as I bottomed out. I reached forward and grabbed her hands, giving me leverage for a serious fucking. Once I had her, and me, where I wanted us, I started sliding my cock out to the head, and then thrusting back in as hard as I could. It only took a couple of thrusts before I could feel her starting to cum, her pussy gripping and pulling my cock as she orgasmed. This was the best feeling in the world, and with her pussy contracting around my cock as I thrust in and out of her it didn't take me long before I felt my balls start to swell and I filled her with all of my cum. "Don't move for a minute" I told her, as I grabbed my camera and knelt down behind her. Using a finger, I pulled some of my cum out of her pussy. I snapped some more pictures of that beautiful sight, and then put the camera away. I snuggled up next to her, both of us basking in the after sex glow. "I hope you enjoyed yourself," I said. "Tomorrow night I'm going to clean off the coffee table and sit down on the couch with my camera. You're going to take the Blue Ice, and you're going to sit on the table and fuck yourself with it until you cum. I'm going to get lots of pictures and video of you fucking that dildo, before I let you suck on my cock until I cum all over your face." Blue in Gray Sergeant Able had been one of the last of the Union soldiers off the North River Bridge over the south fork of the Shenandoah River, where it was formed by the meeting of Broad Run and the South River. The Union troops under Brigadier General Erastus Tyler had made a stab across the middle of Virginia to try to trap the legendary Confederate general Stonewall Jackson and had only managed to back themselves to the in-flood south fork of the Shenandoah. Tyler had counted on being joined by Fremont's army, which never appeared. Now Tyler's forces had to get across the one bridge on the Shenandoah at Port Republic to escape a pincher movement of southern troops coming up from the south and down from the north on the river's western bank. Once across the river, Tyler's forces had to quickstep back to Harrisonburg to avoid being enveloped by Jackson's army. The pursued had become the pursuer. Sergeant Able's problem was that he couldn't quickstep. He'd barely made it over the North River Bridge when the Southerners had reached the eastern end of the bridge. They had snipers set up on the eastern bank who were shooting anything that moved. A bullet had gone through another soldier running away from behind him and had grazed Able high on his thigh. The other soldier had been shot through and through, and had landed on top of Able, dead before they hit the ground. Able heard the Southern troops running across the bridge and deploying themselves along the western bank. Then he heard the bridge blow. There'd be no regrouping by Tyler's troops for another go at Jackson in Port Republic. Able wasn't dumb. He knew the blowing of the bridge would signal Tyler just not to stop his retreat to Harrisonburg. And Able couldn't walk that far in front of a Confederate advance, even if he dared rise from the scant cover he'd gained when he'd hit the ground. The wound in his leg wasn't fatal, but it would slow him down too much to make a run for it. And it might, indeed, be fatal if he didn't get the bleeding stanched soon. The first wave of Confederate soldiers fanned out parallel to the river bank and moved toward where Able lay, prodding Union soldiers who had been felled by snipers and helping along those mortally wounded but not yet gone. Able played dead, his body pretty well covered by that of his dead compatriot, as a battle-worn Reb passed him by. Able waited for as long as he felt he dared after the Rebs had passed and then he pulled himself along the ground to the only cover he could see, an old mill house not far to the south of the blown bridge. As he reached safety there, he could hear the second wave of the Confederate troops fanning out from the river bank across the fields to the west. Able pulled himself into the dark building and burrowed into some burlap sacking behind a stack of barrels. Able's wound was bleeding badly, and he couldn't suppress a moan when the young Union private, Josh, crept into the building in search for exactly what he found—a wounded Union soldier. A very dangerous moment punctuated the scene when Josh first saw Able. He instinctive lifted his rifle and he could have shot the enemy soldier right there and then and no one would be the wiser, in fact no one other than Able would care or, probably, ever know the circumstances of his death. It would be less of a hassle all around for the Southern forces. And Josh did raise his rifle, and Able did lift his hands in defense and supplication. But then Josh saw the sergeant's stripes on the arm of Able's blue Union jacket. Josh had been told that they wanted to capture anyone with any rank if they could in case they could find out more about Tyler's troop strengths and plans. Josh lowered the barrel of the rifle, and at that point Able nearly swooned into a faint, both in shock for what had been narrowly avoided, at least for the moment, and from the loss of blood from the wound on his inner thigh. Now focused on providing a captive for the revered General Jackson, Josh bustled into a preservation rather than a destruction mode. He propped his rifle against a nearby post and grabbed for his canteen and the pack on his back. Josh stripped Able of his britches and tore strips of cloth off this to use as a tourniquet. He poured water from his canteen on Able's inner thigh wound and then doused it with the whiskey he kept in another small flask in his pack. The wound didn't look so bad now. Able snorted back to full consciousness when the liquor hit his wound. And he was fully conscious as he watched Josh wind the strips of material around his inner thigh and tie them off snugly. While Josh did so, he couldn't help but brush the backs of his hands across Able's quite able cock, which had been exposed when he'd been stripped of his britches. Able knew instantaneously from Josh's response what the young soldier's inclinations were and that he'd had some experience. Able also knew quite a bit about the strength and Shenandoah Valley Campaign plans of Tyler's forces, so he had a good idea what he faced if he was sent back to Jackson's camp. And he knew that there was little or no chance he could get out of this predicament, but that he had to try to do so anyway Josh was young and not that experienced as a soldier, Able could see, whereas he himself was not so young and was battle tested and resilient. He gauged the distance from where Josh was tending his thigh and where he had propped up the rifle. Able had never fucked a man before, but if this Reb could be distract by that and if it required that to get at the rifle, it was something he'd try doing. There wasn't much other choice that he could see of getting out of here. In all likelihood getting to the rifle and killing this Reb would be the easiest part of his attempt to reach the Union lines. The pursued turning into the pursuer. The opening was right there beside Able, where it had fallen out of the Reb's pack when Josh had fished around for the flask of liquor. "He's handsome," Able murmured, pretending now to be weaker than he really was, as he beckoned to the worn daguerreotype of the young man that had fallen out of the Reb's pack. Josh's head snapped up in embarrassment and surprise. The Union soldier was conscious. Josh wondered, blushing at the thought, whether the Yankee had seen him dreamily eyeing that nice plump cock of his. "Umm, yes. Ya'all shouldn't try to speak now. I'se afraid I'll have to find something to bind you with. But at least I stopped the bleeding now, so that's to the good." "Kin of yours, is he?" "Umm, no." "A special friend then?" Josh blushed in embarrassment and lowered his eyes, unfortunately focusing on Able's cock, which was harder now, Able having stroked on it while he was getting Josh's attention moved to the daguerreotype. "Uh, yes, you could say that." "A lover then?" Josh melted in shock and confusion and in how easily and openly the Yankee had called him out. He tensed right up. "Of course not," he declared indignantly, too loud, and without a pinch of conviction as he sat up straight from where he had been hovering over the Yankee's reclining figure. "You needn't be embarrassed at all," Able countered, lifting an arm and wrapping a hand around the Reb's neck. "I find you quite arousing myself. And I'm ever so grateful that you have bandaged my wound, and ever so ready to show my gratitude." Able could feel the young Confederate soldier trembling in indecision and disbelief at the forwardness of it all as well as the lack of breathing time and space to work out what was happening. Able brought the young private's mouth down to his and took the soldier's hand in his and placed it on his cock, Josh's hand now wrapping Able's engorging cock and Able holding it there with his own until Josh was lost to him and stroking the hard tool on his own. When Able knew he'd won the battle with Josh's defenses, when Josh had opened his lips to Able's and was hungrily drinking him in, and when Josh's hand on Able's cock was moving on its own, Able moved his hands to unbuttoning the Reb's shirt and started rubbing the young soldier's nipples with his fingers. Josh shuddered under the attention, and when Able broke away from the kiss and moved his lips down to Josh's nipples and his hands down to Josh's belt and buttoned fly, Josh, still crouching on his knees, sighed in resignation and need and arched his back toward the floor behind him. As he bent backward, Able's lips followed down the young Reb's sternum and across his belly and down, through his now-revealed bush, and opened up on and then closed over the young man's cock head. Josh was moaning and staring up into the shadows of the eaves of the old mill and moving his pelvis ever so slowly as Able sucked away on his dick, taking more and more of it in with his stroking movement. All the time Able was playing Josh's tool, though, he himself was staring at the pole across the floor that the Reb's rifle was propped against. He was gauging distances, and time, and likelihood. Still too risky, he decided. Able lifted his lips off Josh's cock, but he continued slowly stroking the base of the hard tool with his fist. "Do you fuck him or does he fuck you?" It was a mere whisper, but the Reb heard him. A rather long pause. "He does me." At least there's that, Able thought to himself with a bit of relief—although he'd been prepared to do whatever it took. Able spit on his free hand and moved it under the Reb's ball sac and started working his moistened fingers around Josh's pulsating rim and into his hole. His lips opened up over the bulbous head of Josh's cock and he ran his tongue into the young man's piss slit before swallowing the cock almost down the to root, closing closely over the throbbing member, and moving his mouth up and down on the rod. Josh groaned and moaned. He was panting and breathing heavily and making little mewing sounds. His hips were moving slowly, helping Able with the rhythm of the suck. There was a little lurch and groan each time Able pushed a finger, and then two, and then three, into his ass channel. Able took his fingers out of Josh's ass and spit on it again a couple of times and moistened up his own cock. Then he lifted the young Reb, who was completely his now, bending readily to any position he moved him to, up to him, chest to chest. Josh sighed and moaned and gulped as Able brought him into his lap, positioning the head of his cock on Josh's prepared hole and just pulling Josh's channel down the full length of his ramrod-straight cock. Josh writhed and rolled against Able's chest in waves of passion as Able fucked up into him. Josh had his head buried in Able's shoulder and was whimpering at the deep taking. Able was looking over Josh's shoulder at the rifle propped up against the post across the room. A position change was required. Able slowly turned his body over on his side, taking Josh with him. Josh looked into his eyes with an unspoken question. Able took the young man by the shoulders and showed that he was to go down on his belly and raise his hips to Able's mastering cock, which he did without objection. Able crouched over Josh's haunches, slowly glided back into him, and stroked him in long, slow, deep thrusts. He reached around Josh's belly and fisted his cock and began working it. Josh threw back his head and howled again and again and again in ecstasy and Able picked up the rhythm and fucked with faster and faster and deeper and deeper thrusts. And then it was over. Josh shot his load on the worn, uneven planks of mill room floor in response to Able's stroking fist and Able came inside the young Reb. They collapsed on the floor, Able stretched out on top Josh, his cock still buried deep. Josh was murmuring and sighing. Able was lost in the moment too. "Incredible," Able whispered. "I never knew." "What?" Josh murmured dreamily. "Nothing. Never mind." Able rolled off Josh and lay on his back next to the young man. He was breathing heavily, trying to regain his strength and regather his reflexes. Josh was lying there half asleep, well fucked. Able sat up on his haunches. Josh sighed again, but didn't move. Able was up on his knees, down near Josh's knees. Pretty much out of the young Reb's line of sight even if he lifted his head, which he didn't. Slowly, softly, Able was up on the pads of his feet. Josh felt the hard toeing of the calf of one of his legs, and, still groggy from the fucking, he rolled over on his back and looked up . . . into the barrel of his own rifle. "What?" was all he could manage. "Shut the fuck up," Able growled. He reached over and took up Josh's britches and pulled them on clumsily, needing to keep the rifle trained on the young Reb, now aghast at what had happened and fully returned to reality. "You just wanted—" The voice sounded wounded, betrayed. "Shut the fuck up," Able repeated. He was trying to close the britches around his waist, but he was just bigger, more muscled there than the young man he'd just fucked. He managed to get a few of the lower buttons of the fly cinched up, though. That would just have to do for now. There might be time to pull an exchange with one of the bodies out in the fields between here and Harrisonburg. His own britches were too cut up for bandages to be of use now . . . for the bandage the young Reb had tied around his own bleeding thigh. Dressed now, Able lifted the rifle and aimed down its barrel at the now-crying Reb, his arms thrust out in defense and supplication. A long, dangerous moment. "Fuck it," Able burst out, with a disgust at something or other. He wasn't sure himself. The rifle went to ready rest. It was up to the Reb now whether he wanted to live or die at this moment. Able leaned down over Josh and lifted his chin and gave him a long, lingering kiss on the mouth. At the door, he turned, and said, "I'll drop your shirt outside here. I wouldn't suggest raising an alarm or coming after me, or you'll have more trouble than explaining where your britches and rifle ran off to." Then he was gone, leaving the door swinging back and forth on its hinges. Josh sat there in shock and surprise and gratitude for several minutes before he stirred. He picked up the picture of his lover, took a look at it, and stuffed it back into the pack. Somehow it had lost its luster for him. He sighed as the feeling of double loss swept over him. The regret would always be there now. The Yankee had kissed and fucked better than his lover did. Blue in Green The colors from the night before had all run together into a gray sunrise. She slowly woke up to find herself alone in his bed. She lay there for a few minutes, absolutely loving the feel of his bed sheets on her naked body. After prolonging getting out of bed long enough, she set foot on the floor, the carpet of his bedroom tingling her bare feet. She walked over to his closet and found one of his white shirts, which fit her with plenty of room to spare. She walked into the kitchen, where she was greeted by Miles Davis' horn playing softly on his sound system, as well as the smell of freshly brewed coffee. A coffee cup was sitting on top of a note to her that read, "Out of milk, be back shortly." She poured the brown liquid into the cup, and took a seat at the kitchen table. Miles struck up another tune, and she let her mind wander off. Her new lover would be home shortly. What would the day bring for them? Neither of them had anything to do today. They could go somewhere. They could stay in. Whatever they did, she only wanted to do it with him. She sipped her coffee, and slowly she began to wake up. Outside it was raining lightly. She stepped over to the window and looked out, down at the soaked sidewalk below. Not many people were out this morning. She walked around his apartment, looking at the paintings that were on his wall. One that was called "Fire," which was an abstract piece of his, particularly intrigued her. She looked closely at the red and orange lines curving across the canvas. She envisioned him painting this work, his arm holding the brush, caressing the canvas the way he caressed her the night before. She began to wonder exactly what this painting meant, because she knew him to well to believe that it was merely paint on canvas. She noticed the painting of her was still sitting out from yesterday. She waked over to it, and she saw an unfinished portrait of a beautiful woman standing on a roman column. Even though it was unfinished, she began to fall in love with it, and she could hardly believe that the woman in the portrait was herself. She jumped as the door opened and he stepped through soaking wet, carrying a plastic bag. She smiled and walked over to him, and their soft lips met. Wrapping her arms around his neck, some water dripped onto her face from his hair. "Hi honey!" "Good morning beautiful" He held her close as they kissed again; one hand grabbed her ass tightly. "Underwear is for weekdays" She smiled and winked at him, and he undid the top button of her shirt. He kicked off his shoes and headed for the kitchen, and she sat down at the table. "What would you like for breakfast?" "Whatever you're having." He poured two bowls of Lucky Charms, and grabbed two spoons. He brought the bowls to the table, setting one in front of her. She took the carton of milk and poured it over her cereal, and he did the same. The two hardly spoke at breakfast, but instead devoured each other's eyes. That's when she noticed his were colored deep blue. "Wait, what the..? Didn't you have brown eyes last night?" "Yes, I have brown contacts. I didn't feel like putting them in this morning." "Why in the world would you cover up such beautiful sapphires as those?" "I dunno, I like to change it up a bit. I have a pair of contacts for every color they offer. I'm an artist, what can I say?" The two laughed, and he took in her beautiful smile, her teeth perfectly white. She licked her lips, and he put his hand on hers. The two finished their breakfast, and he yawned and stretched. He took both of their bowls to the sink, and ran some water over them, washing the remaining milk out. She peeked into the fridge, and found a banana. She peeled it slowly, then wrapped her mouth around it and took a bite, leaning on the counter and watching him do the dishes. He looked at her eating the fruit, and couldn't help but laugh. "What?" She asked him. "Oh, nothing." He smiled and finished the dishes. The Miles Davis CD had finished, and the machine whirred as it changed disks. A lively tune struck up, and she identified it immediately as "Slappin' Seventh Avenue" played by the Branford Marsalis quartet. "I love this song, it's so fun to listen to." "Yeah, it's off the "Romare Bearden Revealed" CD. I love the whole album, I must have listened to it about a million times." They both laughed. He dried off his hands in a white towel, then yawned again. "Wow I'm tired, I'm going to take another shower. Why don't you go see what's on TV or something, or you can mess around on my computer, just don't do anything crazy, I don't want to spend my weekend fixing it." He took off his shirt and headed to the bathroom. He flipped on the light, shut the door, and removed his pants, underwear and socks. He stared at himself in the mirror, flexing, looking at his face, and admiring his own body. He loved to be naked; he loved the feeling of total freedom, his cock out in the open. He began to harden as the air rushed over his penis. He could not help but touch himself, slowly rubbing the shaft, getting himself harder. He wrapped his hand around his penis, and began to stroke it gently. He turned to the side, paying attention to the size of his cock in proportion to his body, his hand working over his shaft. He knew his limit, and as soon as he felt like pushing himself over the top, he would slow down, then pick up speed, and for a few minutes he lost himself in doing so. Just then the door swung open and she walked in. "Brian!" She exclaimed as she saw him pleasuring himself. He just sort of looked at her, his hand still on his penis, in shock. "That's my job!" She closed the door behind her and walked over to him. She stood behind him and moved his hand away from his manhood. She looked at the two of them in the mirror, and she wrapped her soft fingers around his cock. She began stroking him slowly, watching him react to her. He looked down at her hand. "Don't look down, honey, just watch the two of us." He looked forward into the mirror, her hand hard at work on his cock. She wrapped her arm around his waist, and he put his arm around her, holding her shoulder. She kissed his chest as she stroked him and her hair fell all around him, tickling his stomach. She looked at the two of them in the mirror again. She could feel his cock tighten in her grip, and she knew he would not last much longer. "Come on baby, just let it all go, cum all over the place. Don't worry about the mess." She stroked him harder and faster, his balls bouncing back and forth as she jerked him off. They both watched him in the mirror, noticing his facial expressions as he came closer to orgasm. She could tell he was going to cum soon. Her warm hands jerked him faster still and focused mainly on the end of his cock. "Come on Brian, cum for your lover." She could feel his cum move past her fingers as it spurted out the tip of his cock. He held her tightly, and she loosened her grip on his penis as his sticky white fluid got all over the sink, and on the floor. He kept watching himself in the mirror, although he could barely stay upright after his orgasm. He kissed the top of her head. "Baby that was wonderful, but now there's a mess." She took his hint and got some toilet paper and wiped up the cum from the floor, then started to wipe the cum from around the sink. She was bent over slightly as she cleaned when she felt his fingers run over her slit. She was already so wet from pleasuring him; he slid two fingers into her easily. His fingers worked quickly as she still attempted to clean the sink. She managed to clean the remaining cum and throw the toilet paper in the toilet. He rubbed her breasts through the white shirt, her nipples so hard with anticipation of the impending orgasm. Her muscles tightened around his fingers as he fucked her with his hand. He quickly got some of her wetness on his other fingers, then reached around in front of her and started to rub her clit in slow circles. He immediately began fingering her again, and her hips moved from side to side as he toyed with her pussy. She spread her legs for him and watched her face in the mirror as his hands worked under her. She was breathing heavily, and he could tell she was getting close to an orgasm. "Look at that slut in the mirror. Look at her face as she's about to cum all over a man's hands." He blew her hair out of the way, and pulled the collar of her shirt down her shoulder with his teeth. He kissed her shoulder gently, then moved up to her neck, and nuzzled her cheek. She tried to keep her head up as best she could, trying to watch herself cum in the mirror. She took her hair in one hand and her head went back. She let out a low moan, and he felt her pussy tighten around his fingers, and he did his best to keep fucking her with his hands. A warm wash of her fluids ran over his fingers as she came, and she put her head down next to the sink. His hands on her extremely sensitive pussy were driving her crazy now. He took his hands away and she stood up. He held her close and kissed her full on the lips, her warm breath meeting his, both of them so intensely hot for each other. He pulled the shirt over her head, and her breasts bounced free. They were both completely naked standing in the bathroom now. She wrapped one leg around his, grinding her pussy against his body. They looked at themselves in the mirror, the lovers, one breast pressed against his chest, one pink nipple exposed. She rested her head against his, and he kissed her neck. He loved the feel of her hot naked body against his, her wet pussy grinding against his leg, her tight grip around his body, with one hand on his ass, the other on his arm. Her soft lips pressed against his shoulder. He ran his hands softly down her back. He reached behind him and turned on the shower. He stepped in and she followed. She stood at the back of the shower while he adjusted the water temperature. There was a small bench in his shower, and she sat down as he pointed the nozzle directly at where she was sitting. She gasped as the warm water beat against her chest, running down her breasts and dripping off the nipples, soaking her body. He was already wet from playing with the showerhead. As she sat there, he bent down and kissed her breasts. She looked down at him, knowing what was coming. He kissed her stomach, then her mound, and dragged his lips down over her clit. Her pussy juices started flowing once more as his mouth neared her opening. He licked around her hole, never entering. The water was beating down on her hard. He held her legs open as he teased her with his tongue, and she grabbed on to the washcloth bar. He began to suck on her clit, and her legs immediately tried to close, but he held them open. She smiled down at him as he watched him work with his tongue. He drew circles around her clit with his tongue, then while holding her legs open he opened her pussy with his thumb and index finger, and thrust his tongue inside. She gripped the bar harder, her knuckles turning white. His soft yet muscular tongue was working hard inside her. Her moans echoed in the bathroom as he brought her close to orgasm, the water beating on her tits, his mouth on her sex. He licked up her pussy to her clit, and began to suck on it. He worked his tongue around in circles, then back and forth, and randomly followed that pattern repeatedly. She closed her eyes, and her ass came off the bench, feet flat on the shower floor, grinding her pussy into his mouth, making herself climax. When the wave of pleasure had ended, she sat back on the bench, and he kissed her thigh. She ran her hands through his hair as he kissed his way back up her stomach, returning to her soft lips. She slid off the bench and sat on the shower floor. She ran her dark hair through the water and pulled it back. He rested his arms on the washcloth bars, ready for her to do her work. She kissed his thighs, then kissed the spot right next to his balls, and then kissed his sack. She licked his balls around in circles, never touching his penis. She knew that was what he wanted, but she was going to make him wait. She rubbed his legs more, spreading them apart. She smiled as she traced lines up and down the insides of his thighs. She could see his cock was extremely hard now. She got up, leaned forward and kissed his mouth again, then kissed down his neck very slowly, to his chest, to his stomach, and finally to the tip of his cock. She put the head of his cock between her lips and knelt on the shower floor. He groaned as he wanted her to take it all down, but she wouldn't. She held his balls in one hand, then very slowly she inched the cock into her mouth. The water beat down his chest and soaked her face and his cock as she began to suck on it, his penis throbbing in her hot mouth. She lashed her tongue around the sides, sucking on it, knowing that if she started moving he would cum almost instantly. He ran his hands through her hair as she held her head still on his cock. "Come on baby, let me cum. I'm going to get to cum in my little slut's mouth, right?" She nodded her head, and he jumped as her mouth moved on his shaft. "Be a good girl Sadie, bob your head on my cock, make me cum." She slowly pulled his penis out of her mouth, until just the head was in. He pulled her head back down, but she resisted, so she ended up bobbing her head on his shaft a little. She rubbed the spot right under the head of his cock hard with her tongue, and with a few grunts he emptied his balls into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but some of his cream still escaped her mouth, which was quickly washed away by the shower. She took his softening penis in her hand and traced it in a circle around her red lips. They took turns washing each other, running each other's soapy hands along the curves of their bodies. They each paid special attention to each other's genitals, still teasing each other, both of them extremely sensitive now. They kissed, and fondled, and played the lover's game until their hands became wrinkled. As they stepped out of the shower, they dried off, and he was taken into her beautiful eyes once more, green gems set in a sculpted face. She looked back at him, his hair a mess, his perfectly chiseled face. She wanted nothing else to be held close in his arms, feeling safe. "Let's go back to bed, there's no reason to get up. After all, it's Saturday." He suggested, and she responded by pressing her lips to his once more. The two found their way back to the bedroom, and they lie there naked between the sheets, her in his arms, a perfect fit for each other. "I love you Sadie." "I love you too Brian." He fell asleep quickly, but she stared out the window, listening to the drops of rain on the balcony, watching them turn the wood from a light tan to a dark, rich brown. She closed her eyes, inky blackness accompanied by the jazz music still playing in the other room. She held his hand tightly in hers, and slowly the blackness faded away.