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After the Shoot

By: nasty1



"WHEW! What a day," said Claudia.

"Tell, me about it."

"You know what I do after a LONG, HOT, shoot, Angie?"

"What's that.

The lovely blonde seductively walked over to her and put her arms around her waist. "I fuck."

"Ohh, I like that," the redhead smiled.

The supermodel slid her hand down to the tall women ass and kissed her. It wasn't just a soft peck on the lips, but a LONG, HARD passionate kiss. 

Claudia moved her hands to Angie's breasts. She pooped her wet tongue into her mouth. Her hands slowly caressed each breast and then massaged her stomach, finally stooping on her cunt. Finally their embrace ended. "I want to see your pussy." The beauty grabbed the lovely supermodel's straps of her red dress and swooped it off her shoulder's and whipped it from her luscious body. She was BEAUTIFUL! Slender build, and fairly slim waist. Her boobs were better than average and her ass was GREAT! "MY GOD, Ang, your STUNNING!" She lightly went over every inch of her breasts and rested on her shaved pussy.

"YES! Finger me."

Just as she was saying it, Claudia pushed 2 fingers into her bush.

Angie grabbed the blondes wrist and helped her as she pounded her sex. "OH, FINGER-FUCK ME, NASTY WHORE! MAKE ME CUM! YEES!" The redhead was humping her finger with tremendous fashion. FUCK, YEAH! DIRTY BITCH!"

"You like that it when I finger your pussy?"

"YES! I LOOVVE IT!!" I'M CUUMINNGGG!" Angie Everhart's juices sprayed all over Claudia's finger and dripped down her hand. "AHHH!"

The young supermodel inched her finger from the beauties pussy, VERY slowly. "Eat your wet slime, bitch," hissed the model. The blonde shoved both finger's in her mouth and forced Angie to suck on her own sticky cum. The tall babe sucked her finger's until she was perfectly clean. "Know, it's my turn."

The model/actress guided her fingers to the supermodel's wet box and violently pushed them in.

"OH, FUCK! YEAH, FINGER MY NASTY FUCKING PUSSY, DIRTY WHORE!" The beautiful women humped her cunt against each hard thrust. YEESS! I WANT IT! MAKE ME CUMM!" Her hair was getting tussled with her shaking. "GOD! "I'M CUUMMMINNGGG!" Claudia's massive orgasm watered down Angie Everhart's finger, and some dripped to the floor.

The beauty traveled out of her wet cunt . "Lick your wet goo, nasty slut." The red-haired women roughly put her finger into the other beauties mouth until the cum was all gone. "Damn, Claudia, I wish you had a cock."

"I think I can help you there." She got up and walked over to her dresser draw. Opening it, the stunning model grabbed something. 

Angie was in total suspense. When she realized what item the beautiful blonde women choose, she was EXTREMELY aroused. It was a black. strap-on dildo. "FUCK ME! This should be fun."

When the lovely lady strapped it on, she seductively walked back to Angie, who was already lying flat in anticipation.

"Ready Ang? Here it comes." In one quick push, the entire plastic cock was in her pussy.

"FUCK ME!! she pleaded. "SHOVE THAT COCK UP MY NASTY FUCKING PUSSYY!" Her hips were thumping wildly to meet every thrust. "OH MY GGODD! YEESS!! I LOOOVVE IT!!! FUUCKK MME!! I'M CUUMMING!!! AHHHH!" A few drops of Angie Everhart's climax escaped from her cunt.

"Time for me," she enthusiastically said.

To Be Continued... 

After the Show



The show kicked ass and I was ready to go home when a guy asked me backstage. They want to meet wow I was excited and thrilled I had a CD for them to sign. 

I was lead down a long hallway and told to knock 3 times, I did and none other than my dream lover Howie opened the door, and said hi cutie we have been waiting for you. I said hi to everyone and they all signed my CD. Then I realized id taken up enough of their time and decided to leave Brian and Kevin kissed me goodbye on their way to a 1 on 1 bball game and AJ and nick shouted goodbyes as they returned to their video games and pizza. 

I was sad Howie wasn't there so I could say goodbye or get a minute alone with him, I pulled on my jacket and walked back down the crowded hallway when I reached the exit a guy grabbed me and told me not to move and took me by the arm threw me in a cart and started driving back into the arena. Just when I got scared there was Howie standing in the lot and he said you forgot your keys. 

I took them and then he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride around Orlando with him I said yes and we took off, it was awesome the radio blasting the top down and I was with Howie, after we stopped for a snack we jumped back in the car and I decided to make my move I leaned over and kissed him and he just stared at me and then he kissed me back I just started touching his leg and we drove even faster. 

He asked me to his house like id say no and we pull up to this huge mansion and we go inside and then he starts kissing me again more passionately and IM losing my mind. He takes my hand and leads me upstairs in to his bedroom and pulls me close and kisses me and teases my tongue with his and can he kiss. 

He asks if I wanna hear some music and I say yes so he opens a wall cabinet goes through his CDs chooses a old Motown CD and plays it and walks back over to me and kisses my neck and takes off my jacket as he kisses my neck he unzips my dress slowly and it falls to the floor. 

I start undoing his belt and pulling off his shirt. Then I run my tongue all over his chest, and he slowly pushes me down on my knees, admiring my lacy purple underwear his favorite color, and tells me to suck him so I reach up and slide his pants down and admire his 9 inch cock I start kissing and licking it and he moans so I keep doing it then I start sliding his cock in my mouth I've never had one this big I nearly choke. But sucking him was turning me on and I could feel myself getting wet and my nipples hardening. 

Then I deep-throated him and he started fucking my mouth harder and harder then he came long and hard and I swallowed all but what leaked out of my mouth, and I slowly released him from my lips still rock hard. 

He took me by the shoulders and helped me stand and licked my nipples through my bra I was going crazy and slipped my undies off and pulled him towards his bed and as he kept teasing my nipples I slipped off my bra, he shoved me on the bed and then his tongue was all over me and he was kissing my legs and then he was licking my wet pussy and I cried out and then he was fucking me with his tongue and my head tossed on the pillows on the water bed and I came hard, and then he moved on top of me and I taste myself on his lips and he starts fucking me hard and I scream he plays with my nipples and licks them all the while fucking me harder and harder till we both orgasm and then I orgasm again, he slowly rolls off me and after a few minutes he turns to me and says what was your name again.



After The Show



My name is Pete. I'm a bit of a techie - as you might expect from me writing stories for Web sites - but it isn't just computers, I also do the lighting for our local amateur drama group. And that is how the following encounter came about.

It was actually our kids' show for Christmas. It had a big cast, so some of them I hadn't seen before, including Julie. She was a knock out! Made up for the show she was a hag (she was playing a witch), but when the grease paint came off, she was a real looker. In her early twenties, she had shoulder-length dark hair, deep brown eyes, a slim, but not skinny body, with small, but eager breasts and a bum you just itched to grab! At that stage I didn't know about her legs - in costume she wore some revolting stripy knitted tights, and out of costume she wore jeans. Neither outfit gave an audience the chance to appreciate her lovely legs. I only saw them later.

As I said, I hadn't seen her before. It was Cath that I knew, and who I sometimes gave a lift home after shows. Her husband was also involved with back-stage work. She was fun and he was a great guy and we'd visited each other a number of times: had meals out and in, or just met up for a drink and a chat. But this story isn't about Cath, or Bill. It just happened that Cath did know Julie. So it was quite natural for Cath to ask if I could drop Julie off as well when I was giving Cath her lift.

The first stage came because I'm a bit of a piss-artist. I'm not ugly, but I find it definitely helps to give women something to laugh at, so I do the gallantry bit. You know, kissing hands, opening the car door and bowing low. All that sort of stuff. It gives them - and me - a bit of a giggle, and, believe me, getting women laughing does no harm at all. Especially if it's about something flirtatious! It doesn't actually turn them on immediately, but they do seem to drop their automatic defences. You've got started before they remember to put those up.

So, you can imagine the scene: after each performance I took Cath home, and dropped Julie off on the way. I did my thing, with the deep bows and so on and Julie vanished into her home with a smile on her face.

Anyway, the week passed and we got to the last night. I don't know if you have had anything to do with show biz, but whether you are talking amateurs or pros, it is traditional to have a party on the last night. This show was no exception. After the curtain comes down on the final bows, the actors (don't call them actresses these days) gather up their makeup, return their costumes to the wardrobe mistress and so on, while the techies dismantle their kit, stage hands strike the set and store it until the next show, and so on, and then it's down to the bar.

For the next hour, the audience - at least those who know people in the show - tell the actors how wonderful they've been, and then they go home. The folk in the company have all had a drink or two by that time, so everyone is getting relaxed, and then the party gets going. We usually have something to eat and plenty to drink, but there are often silly games as well.

I don't know if you've ever played it, but there is this game where everyone sits round in a ring. You start with a tall cardboard box and everyone in turn has to pick it up with their teeth. If you can't bend far enough to pick it up, you drop out. You aren't allowed to use your hands at all: not to pick up the box, or to keep your balance. Only feet are allowed to touch the floor. After everyone has had a go, the top of the box is cut off (so you have to bend farther) and you go round again. If there are people flexible enough, you eventually end up with the box cut down to just its base - a flat piece of card on the floor.

If you think about it - or you've played the game yourself, you'll realise that the game works on two levels (well, three if you count the obvious one of simply winning). On one level, it's a laugh watching people try to bend further than they'd normally think possible; and often fall on their fannies. On the other level, modesty just ain't where it's at; and you get a lovely view of the bodies playing the game - and the ones who last longest are the most supple and desirable.

So there we were playing this game. I'm pretty supple, so I was doing all right, and so was Julie. It was nice to be keeping in the game, but it was even better watching her bend over, legs wide apart, that gorgeous bum in the air and the panty line showing clearly through her jeans, which were stretched skin-tight as she leant over to get the box.

And her sister was just as scrumptious.

Didn't I mention Fran? No, come to think of it (or should that be cum to think of it?) I didn't. What I should have told you was that Julie's sister Fran had come over to see the show. Family solidarity and all that. Like most sisters, there was a lot of teasing, but you could tell that these two had a really good relationship. The teasing was all in good part and each one was giving as good as she got.

But back to the story: Fran was a few years younger than Julie, still at university, and, if possible, she was even more luscious. The same brown eyes and dark hair colour, but Fran's came way down her back. Gorgeous, rippling, deep brown hair that reached almost to her waist. Fran was slightly shorter than Julie, but only by an inch or so. Her waist was just as slender, but her figure was more voluptuous. I'd guess she must have taken a bra at least two sizes larger and her hips and backside were also rounder and more generous. As I said, watching those two bend and stretch for that cardboard box was something to give you dreams for a month (if you have a short memory!)

I was watching with mixed feelings though. Bill had also come to see Cath's last night - and since he'd brought the car, I expected that they'd take Julie and Fran home. Sure I was getting an eye-full during the game, but I thought that was the last time I'd see these two incredible dishes.

It didn't turn out that way though. Just after this game, Cath came across and spoke to the sisters, then asked me if I would take Julie (and Fran, of course) home. Cath and Bill were going on to some other do, so wanted to leave, but Julie and Fran were just getting into things.

Now put yourself in my position. Would you have said, "No, I want to go home right now" or would you say, "Sure, I'd love to give them a lift!"... So did I! Well, any red-blooded man would have. Come to that, from what I've seen of the gay scene, so would any red-blooded womyn!

Well, that game was over, but we stayed in more or less the same places, with me next to Julie and Fran. I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said that this was coincidence, so I won't bother. I'll admit that it was entirely deliberate that I'd sat next to juicy Julie the delectable dish.

Anyway, we spent a while just talking. That was when I discovered that Fran was still at Sunderland University, that she was actually Julie's sister, not just a friend, and so on. We spent the rest of the party as a threesome: joining in the games; talking; and drinking, though I didn't have that much since I was driving - just enough to get a gentle buzz.

Perhaps an hour or so later, things started to wind down and Fran said she was ready to go. Julie agreed and asked me if I was ready. Well, I was ready in more ways than one, but I didn't expect the second way to be more than wishful thinking.

Anyway, we went out to the car and I drove them home. Fran was saying something about being ready for a coffee and when we arrived Julie asked me if I'd like to come in for one too. Now if you think I'd say no, with all due respect, you're a moron. The show was over, so goodness only knows how long it would be before I saw Julie again, let alone Fran. The party was over too, so unless I said yes to the coffee, all I had to look forward to was solitary pleasures... and I didn't really want a sprained wrist! Yup, I wanted coffee.

I went through my usual performance, opening the car doors for the ladies and spreading an imaginary cloak over the puddles. Julie had seen it before, of course, so she just grinned, but Fran was taken by surprise. At first she didn't know what was going on, but she soon started giggling and I kept up the piss-artist routine all the way into the house. We laughed and joked through the coffee making, and drinking, flirting outrageously and teasing each other all the way round the triangle.

However, the best of things come to an end - and so did the coffee. Eventually I decided that I had to leave and so I got up to go. Both Fran and Julie got up too and I went and put one arm round each of them. As usual I gave Julie a kiss - just a peck, then turned to Fran.

I bent towards her and lowered my lips to hers. She lifted her face to mine and we kissed. But this was no peck! Her lips parted and her tongue reached out for mine. In a moment Fran and I were French kissing, with our tongues fencing and reaching into each others mouths... while Julie was still in my other arm! One part of me was embarrassed by this, while the other was turned on something rotten! Kissing Fran, and one of the sexiest kisses I can remember, while her sister was nestling in my other arm!


Time seemed to stop. I could feel Fran's lips and tongue playing with mine, her body pressed against me on my right, while Julie's hips pressed against mine on the left. Luckily, that meant my prick was between the two, so its sudden surge didn't embarrass me... as long as neither of them looked down at the front of my jeans.

After several aeons, I heard Julie's voice: "Hey! You don't kiss me like that!"

I reluctantly broke with Fran and turned to Julie.

"Sorry, If you want..."

And then I was kissing Julie! I'd thought I was in heaven kissing Fran with Julie watching, but when it happened the other way round as well...

Several more aeons passed, then we reluctantly broke apart.

"Gosh!" I said, "I thought I was going, but now I want to stay".

The two sisters looked at each other...

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My name is Julie. I'd been in this silly kids' Christmas play. There was this daft bloke called Pete who'd given me a lift home on the way to drop my mate Cath. He was a right prune! When he pulled up at my house, he'd get out and open the car door for me. Do the whole Sir Walter Raleigh bit with a pretend cloak over non-existent puddles! It seemed a bit silly, but it was a laugh. He was quite nice altogether. Much older than me, but didn't act that way. Not a tight-arsed sod like most older people, but easy and friendly like friends my age. Mind you, so is my friend Cath, so if he's a friend of hers it isn't too surprising.

It was the last night of the play. There was an after-show party and as usual it was good to relax and have a few drinks. We played party games, which was a laugh, and he joined in too. He was good too. It didn't seem to matter whether it was one of those daft "thinking" games - working out what "crossed" meant, or something physical like that one where you have to pick up a box with your teeth. He wasn't a show-off, or anything like that, but he just seemed to go with the flow and get there a bit quicker and slicker than most. I can't remember now whether he actually won any of the games, but he didn't look prissy, just joined in and kept his end up. Though it was later that I discovered how appropriate that phrase really was...

I'd expected Bill (Cath's husband) to take us home 'cause he'd come to see the show that night, but it turned out they were going to some other do. I didn't know the people whose party that was, so when Cath asked Pete to take Fran and I home, it seemed more fun to stay on for a while.

Fran and I eventually had enough and Pete said he was ready to go too, so we went home. When we got there, Fran asked Pete in for a final coffee - cheek, when it was my home - but that's sisters for you!

Anyway, after we'd had the coffee, Pete got up to go. He'd flirted when he'd driven me home before, so it wasn't unexpected when he wanted a goodnight kiss. He gave me a quick one, but when he kissed Fran, that was the real thing. It felt odd. He had one arm round each of us (the letch!), and there I was watching this chap snogging the hell out of my sister. I still don't really know why, but it turned me on something chronic. He had one arm round me and there he was exchanging saliva with my sister, only inches away. I could feel myself getting wet for him and it wasn't even me he was kissing!

Eventually I complained. "You don't kiss me like that!" I said. And he said "OK" and then kissed me properly. He had a moustache and beard, which I'm not used to. It wasn't only his lips and tongue on mine, but this strange tickley sensation too. The fact that Fran was watching was sexy too. The little bitch (I love her dearly) wasn't going to get more than me from this guy!

I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. Pete certainly knew how to make a kiss mean something! My crotch was pressed against his hip and I couldn't help rubbing myself against him. I'd felt sleepy before we left the party, but I loved this sexy feeling and I was feeling as hot as I ever remember.

Eventually we broke away. Not far, I just leant back against his arm with my clit still pressed against his hip and I kept it there.

I can't remember just what he said, but he made it clear that he wanted to stay with me... and Fran.

I looked at my sister. She looked almost as hot as I felt. We had fucked the same guy before, but never at the same time - we'd taken turns and compared notes afterwards. This time though it seemed we both wanted him right now. At that moment I didn't care: I just wanted my itch scratched! I suppose I'd had a bit more to drink than I really should have, but whatever it was, my inhibitions didn't seem to be in gear. I could tell from her expression that Fran felt the same, so I nodded; and so did Fran.


Pete pulled me back towards him and started kissing me again. The way he'd pulled us in, he'd swung us back to back. I could feel Fran's back pressed against mine, her bum rubbing against mine through our jeans. Then he reached out and took my hand and pressed it against Fran's. It seemed right to entwine our fingers.

Once he'd got me holding hands with my sister, he let go and his hand moved onto my body. It started on my belly, then slowly moved towards my breasts. Then down again and under my tee-shirt and back up once more. With my free hand I reached up and unfastened my bra, feeling Fran's back and knowing that she knew what I was doing. Hardly had I undone the clasp and removed my hand than I felt my sister doing the same thing. Pete's palm cupped my breast and his thumb softly rubbed my nipple. I could feel it grow under his touch, getting hard and sensitive. About then Pete's lips left mine, but the feeling of his fingers caressing me meant that I didn't mind - my breasts were glowing as he stroked and gently squeezed on my sensitive tits. After giving my right one a workout that left me panting he moved on to the other, then what seemed like a flick of his wrist lifted up my shirt and his lips fastened themselves to my left nipple. His tongue flicked the sensitive tip and then I felt my breast sucked into his mouth.

The next thing I felt was his hand going to my belt. A quick jerk and he had that undone and he moved to the fastening of my jeans. First the button, then the zip, and his hand was inside, stroking the top of my panties and my belly. I'd never realised before how sensitive the skin on my belly could be. My knees seemed to spread themselves and to lose their strength and I gripped Fran's hand tightly to stay upright.

Pete's fingers then moved slowly down my belly, inside my panties and down to my groin. The bastard deliberately made sure that he missed my clit and just stroked the crease of my groin and the top of my leg.

I was beginning to go ballistic when he moved up and away again, but then I felt his hand pushing down my jeans... and my panties too. They were trapped between my bum and Fran's, of course, but then I felt her shoulders press harder against mine and the pressure of her arse on mine vanished. Our hips moved apart and my jeans were free to be removed. Pete's hand in front and my free hand behind swiftly sent them towards the floor and I stepped out, one foot at a time.

No sooner was I free from my clothing than Pete's hand went back to my belly. It pressed me back towards my sister again... and I felt the skin of her backside against mine. The sod had stripped both of us at the same time! Then his fingers slipped down over my bush and between my legs. I felt Fran wriggling against me, then Pete's voice whispered near my ear, "Can you feel your sister? Just think that what my left hand is doing to Julie, my right hand is doing to Fran."

While he whispered, his finger pushed between my legs and started stroking the outer lips of my cunt. My legs separated, almost on their own as I moved to let him in, and I felt Fran's bottom move with mine. That bastard Pete had one hand in my quin and the other in my sister's!

The bastard's lips then closed around my nipple at the same time as his knuckle began to stroke my clit and I almost swooned as the sod caressed me. I loved him and how he was making love to my most private and sensual parts. And to my sister, Fran, at the same time, in the same way. I gripped her hand - and felt her squeezing mine - as we started to cum for the first time.

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I'm Francesca, Fran for short. My big Sis, Jules, was in this kids' play for Christmas, so, of course, I had to go and see her. She's daft about the stage, but it's ever so cute really - if she's smitten about acting, I suppose I'm smitten about her. Of course we both take the mickey, but I love her so much.

After the play was over they had a party in the theatre bar: silly games and lots to drink. I'm glad about the drink, because if it hadn't been for that, I don't think I'd have had the nerve...

Julie's friend Cath and her husband were supposed to take us home, but they pissed off out of it to go somewhere else and left us with some guy called Pete. Well actually he wasn't so bad, in fact he was pretty cool as it turned out. Especially for someone so old - I think he must have been way over forty, maybe even over fifty. What the hell, he was the catalyst!

After the party he took us back to Julie's place. He came in for coffee.

When he got up to go, he kissed us both goodnight. Actually he was quite a kisser. After the drink at the party I was pretty relaxed (I've heard that newts get that relaxed sometimes!) Well, maybe not quite that bad, but enough to open up both sides of the bi- in me. As I say he was pretty cool, so after he'd kissed Julie, I though I'd show her how it was really done and I gave him a good 90%.

It worked! That sister of mine got all jealous and wanted another go at him herself.

It was really exciting watching her kiss him. I knew I could kiss her even better than he was doing, but that just says how well I can kiss - Pete was pretty wicked himself!

Then he wanted to know whether he should go or stay...

Jules looked at me and I could tell that she was up for it. I did a quick sum in my head and worked out that if I said yes, then I could share her with him, so I gave her the nod.

Like I said, I'm bi. Girlz are what really do it for me, but guys are far from a turnoff, and this guy, Pete, wasn't bad: at least he had a sense of humour and didn't take himself too seriously. He was pretty ancient, but didn't behave that way. If I couldn't have a girl, then he was fine - and it looked as if I might not just get him but a girl too... and the best one of all, my sis, Jules. So of course I did nod.




After The Show



Pete was great - he got me holding Jules' hand almost straight off. I'd got her so that she couldn't break away. He gave us both attention - actually said so! "I'm doing the same to you both, so think of Julie having the same caresses as you!"

That really did it for me. I could not only feel him caressing me, but knew that Jules was getting the same treatment. I couldn't believe how much of a turn on that was.

Pretty soon I felt Jules undoing her bra to let Pete get to her tits. His hands felt good to me too, so I did the same. Then he was undoing our jeans and pulled them off. So I helped, what's wrong with that?

That was when the magic started. Once Pete had pulled our jeans and knickers down I could feel Julie's bum on mine. As his fingers stoked my clit, I knew that she was getting the same attention and I could feel the skin on her arse rubbing against my own. I could feel her squirming against me while my own quim was getting attention at the same time!

I nearly came right then, but good as this was, I was gonna make sure it was even better. Pete was making the moves, so I had to make sure he made the right ones!

My right hand, the one nearest him, was free, so I felt around to find Jules' hand and then guided that to his crotch. It felt like he had a kayak in there! OK, so I'm exaggerating, but it was no chipolata: certainly not that soft and a good 3 sizes larger too. I took Jules' hand and guided it to the fastening of his jeans. It wasn't quite as easy as using my own two hands, but it didn't take long to get them undone and pull them down. Then I let go of her other hand and dragged off my top. She got the message as if we were telepathic, and her tee-shirt hit the ground a couple of milliseconds after mine - and Pete's followed about the same time after that.

So we were all three naked. Next I swung round to face Pete, pulling Jules with me, and I kept on going. It was so easy to pull her to me and I pressed my lips to hers. Pete didn't seem to mind. He started kissing my shoulder and his hand slid slowly down my back to my bum. I was pretty sure his other was doing the same to Jules and the combination of caress, kiss, and knowing that she was getting the same too was the most sexy thing I'd ever experienced.

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"My God," I thought. "All my birthdays have cum at once!"

I'd expected to go home to beat my meat, but not only had I been asked to stay, but these two were giving me a private show.

All our clothes were in a heap on the floor and these two lovelies were snogging the life out of each other in front of me. Fran's tits were squashed against Julie's, her bigger ones almost engulfing the smaller ones of her sister. I kissed whatever was showing, while my hands crept down their backs to their bums.

Their legs were spread slightly and interlaced, so my fingers were able to slide between, slipping lightly over their puckered back entrances and on to their pussies. Both girls were dripping wet. Both of my hands found their way inside the two slippery cunts. First one finger, then two slid deep inside each of the two honey pots. A little wriggle and both of my thumbs touched a harder button at the fronts.

There were two muffled gasps and the girls slid gently to the floor. You've seen those movies of demolition where a block of flats collapses slowly and gracefully into a heap of bricks on the ground? Well, it was just like that, only in stereo!

I'd like to say that I managed to keep my fingers working through the whole process, but of course they slipped out. It was Julie who ended up on her back, with Fran on top of her. They didn't manage to keep their positions though; Fran ended up with her head on Julie's stomach. That freed Julie's mouth, so I knelt and kissed her. My hands reached for her breasts and found them. I've seen bigger, but they stood firm and proud, with jutting nipples like the ends of two pencils standing firm and hard from the twin domes. I gently squeezed, rolled and pinched them between thumb and forefinger while the rest of my hands caressed her gorgeously cute tits. Then I felt a soft hand slide up my thighs and grip my cock.

I opened my eyes and glanced sideways to see whose hand was stroking me. I saw that it was Julie... because Fran was very busy between Julie's legs!

Each of Fran's arms was wrapped around one of Julie's legs, holding them apart, while her head was buried in Julie's quim. Fran was kneeling between Julie's legs and her whole body was rhythmically swaying, pushing her head onto Julie's crotch again and again...

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We were on the floor. Pete was kissing me - and I was kissing back. His hands were making magic on my breasts and a tongue was flicking my clit, between sliding between my cunt lips and darting inside me. I was in heaven - or as near as anyone gets without dying! I came again... and again... and again.

I gradually began to come back to earth, then sat bolt upright. I'd just regained enough consciousness to count heads (and so on). The mouth on my cunt couldn't be Pete's, because that was sucking on mine - our tongues entwining. So who... OH YES!!!! OH GOD!!! It was my sister, Fran, who was giving me such incredible head...

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I love my sister. She tastes so good. I can feel her twist and thrust her hips against my face as my tongue invades and conquers her most private core. She twitches. Again and again and yet again I feel her body tense, and her cunt goes into spasm as she cums for me. Then she jerks upright and stares into my eyes. For a moment I panic. What have I done? It is bad enough (to some people) for one woman to make love to another, but Jules and I are sisters too. Should I stop, I wonder? But while the thought goes through my brain another tremor goes through her body. I instinctively slacken my pace - ease back on the pressure - and look into her eyes... And it is all right! She looks back into mine and slowly, sooo slowly, a smile grows on her lips. Her face is flushed. Her neck, her breasts and her whole body are flushed. But she's smiling at me! I leave her clit - it must be so sensitive now - and more gently and slowly lick the honey from her lips as she sags back onto her elbows... then the gentle smile on her lips builds into a wicked grin.

Suddenly I feel a touch from behind. Something slides up and down between my own pussy lips, then pushes smoothly into my cunt... Pete! I'd almost forgotten him as I brought my darling sister to her climax, but now he was thrusting between my legs, filling me and sending waves of pleasure through my body. My own eyes closed, then I felt him pull me backward on top of him. My back, slick with the sweat of my own exertions, met his chest - almost equally slippery - and I straightened my legs in front of him and lay back; my joy in pleasuring Jules was replaced by pleasure of my own. I lay back on him, arching my back and feeling my own sensations taking over as he thrust his cock into my willing cunt. Then I felt a thousand volts surge through me... his hands were caressing my breasts; his prick was thrusting into me as I thrust back against him... and a tongue was flicking my clit, circling and returning and lips were sucking on me. 

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Julie had cum - I'd felt her spasms - then she jerked upright and looked down at her sister, Fran. For a moment I thought she'd freaked out, but as I sat back I saw her start to smile. Well, one down, two to go!

I moved around behind Fran, whose mouth was still glued to Julie's quim, and knelt behind her. First I rubbed my rock hard prick against the engorged lips of her cunt, which was wet and slippery with her own juices, then slid smoothly inside her tight young cunt. I pulled back, almost out, then pushed steadily deep inside. Back, then in again. Back, then in again. Establishing a rhythm and feeling her move against me. Then I gently pulled her back against me and lay back onto the floor and she moved with me. My hips thrust me deep inside her as I felt her back arch and relax as she thrust back onto me. Her hair fell in a curtain around my head, hiding the room and blinding me to everything. My eyes closed and my world was filled by the smooth, tight, ridged, rhythmic grip on my tool moving ever more quickly up and down. I froze - for a moment - as I felt the butterfly touch of hair on the inside of my legs. Then I felt the same hiatus from Fran, and then our rhythm was renewed. I wriggled my head through Fran's hair and looked. Julie was between our legs. It was her hair that had given that butterfly kiss to my inner thighs, and it was now her tongue on Fran's clit! That sight pushed me over the top. I could feel the spunk rising from my balls and beginning its journey up my prick, but before it could arrive Fran too began to spasm. Her cunt, already so tight, gripped my prick even more tightly. I felt her bum clench on my belly and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed through her. I was already coming, but that wrung from me the most intense orgasm I can ever remember. My seed exploded into her in a way I'd never known before and I collapsed under her. Fran subsided and slid off me to my side.

Julie must have moved up in front of Fran, as the next thing I remember was the two sisters kissing, then each in turn kissing me. We clung together, hugging and kissing as the passion gradually faded away, leaving love and affection. I didn't get to drive home at all that night. All any of us had the strength to do was to crawl into Julie's bed and fall asleep, nestled together like three spoons.

In the morning, though, we'd regained our stamina...



After the Show



Roger and I used to go the "Roadhouse", a club on the edge of town. It offered strip shows and lap dances by the strippers, Customers sat at tables around the runway where strippers did their thing.

Strippers worked the crowd after a performance, offering lap dances to customers.

Like most guys, Roger got a kick out of seeing a woman getting a lap dance from a female stripper. I'd never understood why guys think that's so hot, until a stripper named Ginger gave me a private lap dance one night when he wasn't there.

It happened this way:

Before Roger left for one of his two-week runs with the truck to the West Coast, we were having a drink at our usual table close to the stage when the M.C. announced a new stripper, Ginger.

Out came a lovely redhead, moving with grace and shaking her body for the gang. Then she started to peel off her bra, very slowly. Guys encouraged her with the usual yell "Take it off!" As Ginger took her bra off, she winked at me and Roger. He whooped it up. 

I just enjoyed her body, and the arrogant way she showed her body to the crowd,like saying "Look me over - you won't find anything better."

After circling the stage bare-breasted, Ginger teased the crowd by reaching for her brief bottom, as if to take that off. The crowd got even noisier, with all of us telling her to "take it off." Somewhat to my surprise, I'd joined in the noise. She really turned me on.

I hadn't had sex with a woman before, but the thought came to me that it might be a great experience.

Finally she removed the bottom. She wasn't naked, but very close to it. Ginger had on a skimpy thong which covered very little. It's the law around here that all-nude performances are illegal. Too bad, I thought,

When Ginger came to our table, Roger pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and pointed to me.

"Ginger, give a lap dance to Sharon. She'll love it."

Ginger took the money and leaned over me, with her boobs very close to my face. I thought about kissing her breasts but refrained from that. She was close enough that my nostrils were filled with the scent of her sweaty body.

Then she gave me a lap dance, while the guys made noise. 

Ginger turned and lowered herself onto my lap. She moved up and down, and bent her head so that her hair covered my upturned face. She kissed my lips. I felt her hot body moving against mine as we kissed. It seemed to go on forever. 

Then she stepped away from me and went on to other tables. . When we drove home, Roger said, "You're quiet. Anything on your mind?"

I lied to him, saying, "Nothing special."

Ginger and her body were on my mind. I'd never felt that way about anyone else, woman or man.

After Roger left on his trip, I went to the Roadhouse one night on my own.

The waitress Ellen said to me, "Where's Roger?"

"He's away for two weeks. Can I have a table up front?"

"Sure," she said, and led me to table alongside the stage.

I ordered a drink and watched a succession of strippers. I wondered what had happened to her, until Ginger appeared. 

She looked as sexy as before. I sat back and enjoyed the strip show she put on. What a hot woman! 

Ginger spotted me at ringside and winked at me as she took her clothes off.

After the show, Ginger came up to my table.

"Hi, Sharon. All alone?"

"Yes, I'm on my own tonight. I came especially to see you."

"Thanks," she said. "How about a lap dance?"

"Please," I responded, not being able to say how much I wanted her hot body close to mine. But I was sure she knew how I felt.

"This is my last show for tonight," she said. "Meet me in the Skylounge upstairs, and I'll give you a private lap dance. It won't cost you much. Nick, who runs the place, is a friend of mine."

The Skylounge was a room upstairs where performers gave private lap dances for patrons. I'd never been there, but knew about it.

What the hell, I figured -- go for it, with a hot lady.

"OK, I'll meet you there in ten minutes."

I paid the check and climbed stairs at the back of the house to the Skylounge.

The lights were low, but I could see recliner chairs in which men leaned back while strippers who wore only thongs rubbed themselves all over the men. 

A guy came up to me and said, "Can I help you?"

Before I could answer, Ginger said, "She's with me, Nick - a special friend."

I hadn't seen her climbing the stairs, but she was right behind me. 

I got nervous - what the hell was I doing up there, with a stripper!

She led me to a chair and said "Lean back, honey. I'm going to show you a good time."

She proceeded to rub her body on mine, as she gave me a lap dance.

I was lost in a daze as her body rose and fell against mine. My pussy was getting wet, and I was breathing hard.

Then she whispered to me, "You're not supposed to touch me, but Nick won't say anything if you do."

I touched her breasts as she gyrated in my lap.

"That's the way I like it," she said. "Kiss my neck."

I touched her breasts and kissed her neck, as she continued to move her body over mine. I hoped it would never end.

Then I put a finger under her thong, into her cunt. 

Ginger gasped and held me tight. "Jesus, that feels good!"

After fifteen minutes of the most intense sexual experience of my life, she said, "I'm off in ten minutes and going home. Meet me at the back door, the one that leads to the parking lot. You're going home with me."

In the parking lot she asked which car was mine. When I pointed to it, she said, "I'll pull my car out first and wait for you to get behind me. Follow me in your car."

It was a slow ride at night, through streets in Jersey. Ginger must have been watching my car in her rear-view mirror, because she made it easy for me to follow her car. She slowed down whenever I got too far behind her.

Finally she pulled her car into a driveway of a small house, and I pulled up behind her.

She came up my car door and said, "Give me your hand; it's very dark here."

She led me by the hand to a door and unlocked it. Then Ginger clicked a switch and I saw a small living room. She led me inside and pointed to a sideboard containing bottles of booze and glasses.

"Fix yourself something," she said. "I need a shower after a night of sweating and stage makeup. I'll be back in a little while."

Then she took off her clothes casually, including the thong, and dropped them on the floor.

She was pretty cool about that, not surprising for a stripper. But I wasn't cool about the way she dropped her clothes and showed me her body. I was hot as could be!

She opened what must have been the door to a bathroom, not bothering to see how I reacted to her naked body, then she disappeared into the bathroom.

What else could I do, while waiting for her to get back? I filled a glass with Scotch and a few ice cubes, then sat down and waited for her to return. I was wound up tight, thinking about her ass and tits, and the way she'd kissed me earlier that evening.

She came into the living room after a short time, wrapped in a large white towel.

"That feels great," she said. "Are you OK, Sharon?"

"I'm OK, Ginger, except that I'm horny as can be. Are we going to just talk, or get it on?"

"We're going to get it on. By the way, Ginger is my stage name, My real name is Alice."

She removed the towel and let me to a small bedroom, barely big enough for a king-size bed. I was following a naked woman into a bedroom as if I did that every day! 

What a beautiful ass, I thought, as I followed her.

She jumped into the bed and invited me to join her.

"Take your clothes off and come here, beside me. "

I removed all my clothes, aware that Alice was watching me intently. It was strange feeling to strip for a stripper. 

"Very nice, " she said. "Come on in."

I lay down next to her, and we kissed. Then she turned around, so that I was staring at her pussy, and she was looking at mine. I'd never eaten any woman's pussy before, and here I was staring at one. What the hell to do? That sounds stupid now, but that's the way I felt the first time with Alice.

She made it easy for me. Alice used her tongue on my pussy. As I opened my thighs in response, she licked my outer pussy lips and found my slit with her tongue.

Then she got on top of me, instead of lying side-by-side. I felt dominated, almost like being fucked by Roger, but a very different feeling, to have a woman on top of me. I loved it!

I explored her pussy with my tongue. I wasn't sure where her body ended and mine began, We were joined together in one intimate embrace. I was lost in what seemed like a sexual dream until she said, "Put your legs over my shoulders."

"What?"

"Just do it, put your legs over my shoulders." 

I raised my legs and put them over her shoulders. Her face was as close as possible to my innermost parts. Then she followed my perineum, the path between my asshole and clit, with her tongue. The perineum is loaded with nerve endings. It's the most sensitive place on a woman's body. I didn't know that at the time, just that it was the most erotic experience of my life.

She ate me, and I ate her in return. Then we did it again. 

I was in Heaven, it seemed, with a stripper named Alice 

We finally fell asleep, in each other's arms. I woke in the morning to find that she wasn't in bed with me. "Ready for breakfast?" she asked, from another room.

I walked into the living room, still naked. Alice came from what must have been the kitchen. She wore a robe and carried a tray loaded with coffee, rolls, and jam.

I patted the living room couch, saying "Put the tray down here, Alice dear."

As we ate the rolls, Alice reached over spread jam on my nipples.

What's happening?" I asked.

"It's a concentration test. I want to see if you continue eating as I suck on your nipples."

I continued eating rolls, but not for long. I was so turned on that I opened her robe and used my tongue on her pussy. 

She laughed and said, "You lost your concentration. We'll run the test over again, until you keep eating rolls as I suck on your nipples."

It was a long and intense morning, filled with fun as well as sex.

Since that morning, we've become a couple. I moved in with her in Jersey and gave up my apartment in New York. 

She still strips.

Sometimes I'm jealous of other women for whom she strips, for the money.

But she goes home with me after every show, for a very special performance at our place.

Life doesn't get much better than that.

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Copyright 2005 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author. 



After the Show



Sunday 11th September 1960

"Do you think your friend..."

"Konrad. My house mate. He's not my friend..." David interrupted Alison who continued on.

"Don't be like that. You're living with him. I know you like sweets but will Konrad, your friend, like a cake?" Alison asked.

"Of course he would. He eats anything. He's a regular dustbin."

David was standing at the Balfours counter chatting to Alison and Helen. It was Sunday, the last hour at work for all three who were manning two of the stalls set up at the Adelaide Show during the September school holidays. David had walked across the aisle from the Reids' stall where he was demonstrating and selling white goods but as there were no potential customers, he strolled over to the Balfours stall to chat to Helen and Alison who weren't busy either. Their supervisor had wandered off as the crowds had thinned. There were more stallholders than visitors and some stalls were already packing up.

"This cake's a little damaged and won't be sold," said Helen. "I'll put it in a paper bag for you to take home. Here you are. Now be off with you and we'll see you at two thirty outside the main gate on Goodwood Road."

"Your eyes are so blue, Helen, I get lost in them. Thank you so much for the cake. Later, I'll give you a kiss for thanks," he said.

"You've learnt flattery, David. You're so full of bulldust, it is almost scary," Helen said.

David Murray played soccer as a forward for Souths and was their main striker. He had a dazzling turn of speed and ball sense that often gave him that precious fraction of a second to steady and score. He was 21, slim hipped and broad shouldered with hardy an ounce of fat on his five foot ten frame. A slightly oval face with merry blue eyes was ever grinning with the jokes he was telling or pranks he was about to unleash. His work at Reids had been arranged in England by his father, a clergyman in the Church of England before David came over to Australia as a ten pound pome. He had settled at Mrs Oliver's who took in boarders. But Mrs Oliver had gone home to England at the end of May and would not return until early November. She had sold a small block of land to finance her trip and had left her boarders to look after themselves. Keith, Konrad and David did just that. Keith much older than the other two wasn't much of a cook and took himself off to Strathalbyn at weekends to see his mother who would do his laundry. Konrad was a third year uni student training to be a science teacher. He was blond, slim and had a short haircut, almost crew cut length but it was a short back and sides. He was the same age as David, an inch and a half taller but shorter in the leg.

At a quarter to three Konrad heard the radio blaring before he heard the sound of the tyres on the gravel driveway. David and the girls had arrived in Reids' utility that David was looking after until the next day. As they stepped out of the utility, Konrad could see that the good looking girl carried a larger handbag while the other girl was still in her work clothes. He went to the back door to greet them.

"Konrad, my housemate, feast your eyes on these exquisite creatures from the Royal Show otherwise they are at Balfours assistants in Rundle Street. This is the incomparable beautiful Alison on my right, and on my left is Helen who leaves the original Helen of Troy much in the shade. Ladies this is Konrad, a much improved cook and now a dishwashing champion. You should see him with a mop and bucket, he is awesome."

"Helen, Alison welcome to our humble abode. I see David has brought you without losing bits of you on route. Can I offer you some refreshment? We have beer, lemonade, cola, spirits, rum, gin, whiskey, vodka or perhaps some wine? Sparkling wine? We have sauterne on ice." 

"Do you have cola?" Helen asked.

Konrad opened the pantry door and looked at the shelf.

"Sadly I didn't stock any in our pantry," Konrad replied disappointed. "But I'll jog down to the deli and get some," he continued.

"There's no hurry to do that," Alison said. "As long as you've got beer."

Both girls chose beer so everyone settled on that with salted peanuts to chew on. They stood around nibbling the nuts while Konrad poured.

Konrad had quickly inspected the girls. Helen was the same height as Alison but looked shorter because she was of a sturdy build. Both girls were blonde: Alison's hair was long and wavy on her shoulders while Helen's was drawn back from her fringe into a short ponytail that barely reached the back of her neck. Alison's hair had been bleached blonde but Helen was a natural blonde. Alison's face was more oval and like a pearl, luminous in the fine quality of her skin. Helen's skin seemed fleshy by comparison, much like David's round complexion that had been scarred by burns to his face. Neither girl was overweight though Alison was about a stone lighter than Helen. Alison had changed into a loose frock with big multicoloured roses set on a cream background and wore high heels. Helen had stayed in her Balfours smock and low heels. Both girls wore red lipstick.

"You don't have a television," Alison stated as she looked around the lounge room.

"Mrs Oliver has a small sized set in her room and that's locked. She's taken the key with her to England," Konrad explained.

"What size does the Queen watch in England?" David asked. They looked blankly at him. "Philip's six inch," said David. After a moment or so they all burst laughing.

"It could be an eight inch," Helen said. The others hooted.

"Definitely not a twelve inch or it would have made the Sunday papers in Fleet Street. We would have read about it in a tabloid," Konrad said.

"You read tabloids? So do we, my mum and me," Alison said.

"Let's sit at the table in the kitchen," said David. The green laminex top table was about four foot long and two foot wide with two benches attached to backrests. It was a four person booth from a café dining room and a tight fit. Alison slid in and David sat next to her while Helen sat opposite Alison. David told jokes and stories about people at the Show and again he had the girls laughing. Konrad kept the glasses filled but didn't say much.

"Who has bigger breasts than Brigitte Bardot?" David asked. Various actresses were named but none of the candidates met David's nod.

"Do you give up? Victor Mature's beats them all," he said. The girls shrieked and laughed.

"Oh, it's so true!" exclaimed Helen.

"You've got five seconds to find a word ending in '-ats' that makes sense in the sentence: 'I'm frightened of ...'" said David. "If you can't find a word in five seconds, you have to finish your drink or pay a kiss to whoever helps you out," David continued.

"I'm frightened of bats," said Helen.

"I'm frightened of cats," Alison said.

"I'm frightened of rats," said David.

"I'm frightened of gnats," Konrad said.

"I'm frightened of Fats," said Helen.

"You can't be frightened of fats. That's not possible," David said.

"I can be frightened of Fats Waller," Helen said.

"Or she could be frightened to use olive oil, butter, Copha or margarine," Konrad said.

"An incorrect challenge means you have to scull your beer David," Alison said.

"Caught by his own trap," said Helen. They all laughed and cheered as David drank his beer. They were having fun.

"You're next Alison," David said. Alison was stumped for a word. Helen counted down the five seconds: "One, two, three, three and a half, four, four and a quarter, four and a half, four and three quarters..."

"That's blatant cheating," said David.

"Five. Time's up. I'll help you out seeing no one else is offering," Helen said and continued, "I'm frightened of brats, that will do the trick."

"Alison you have to kiss Helen," Konrad said. They all burst into laughter. Alison leaned over the table, eyes closed offering her pecker to Helen who grabbed her by the back of her head and planted a juicy and lingering five second kiss.

"That's to make you two jealous on what you've missed out on," Helen said. David had hoped for a different outcome and not with Konrad.

"How about a game of cards?" David asked.

"You're the hosts," Helen said.

"I'll get a deck of cards," Konrad offered and went off to look for his cards.

"I'll get matches to bet with," David said and reached for a box of matches. He took out a roll of Lifesaver peppermint lollies from a pocket, put three on the table as well as three matches.

"The aim is to pass the lifesaver to the next person by holding a match between your teeth and the Lifesaver on the match. The person receiving the lolly also holds a match and sucks the lolly in after it's passed from match to match. I'm going to pass to Alison," David said.

"I wouldn't have guessed that you'd pick Alison first," Helen said sarcastically just as Konrad came back with a deck of cards.

"Alison passes to you Helen and you pass it to me. I get to suck the first mint I've passed, Helen sucks the second passed and Alison sucks the third."

"Helen, I'll pass you a Lifesaver if you like. This is a game we played at school socials," Konrad said.

"I'll pass on the Lifesaver to David. Thanks all the same," Helen said.

"Do you know a good game?" Konrad asked.

"Pontoon," said Alison.

"Twenty one," said Helen.

"Poker," said David.

"By a slim majority of three to one, it is blackjack, pontoon or twenty one," said Konrad.

"OK. But we need a banker so we'll have to give the job to some one and that's not fair," David said.

"We can have an automatic banker," said Konrad.

"Are we right about the rules?" Helen asked.

"Pontoon beats five card trick which beats ordinary twenty one which beats twenty or under," Alison said.

"You've played the game before," David said.

"There ought to be fifty two matches in the box. Alison can count out ten for each of us and what's left is for the banker," Konrad said.

"You put in a match to buy a card," said Helen.

"If the banker gets twenty one he collects double from each player," said Alison.

"It's an it," said David. 

"You're a nit pick. We play 'twist' and can 'stick' on fifteen," said Helen.

" 'Split' equal cards," Alison said.

"You can double what you've got in front of you, in your next bet," said Helen.

"Banker stays on sixteen," Alison said.

"You can 'hit' or 'buy'. But how does the automatic banker work?" Helen asked. She was expertly shuffling the cards. "Nice deck," she said as she handed the cards to Konrad.

"It's a ghost and sits on this end. How many matches did the banker end up with?" Konrad asked.

"Eleven," Alison said and continued, "We say 'flip' instead of 'hit'."

"Nice little racket for Redheads. It says 'Average contents fifty two'," said Konrad.

"Never mind that. Are we playing or not?" David asked. Konrad put the pack in the middle of the table.

"OK. Put in your match and draw a card. I'll draw for the banker's card," said Konrad.

Konrad drew 9S, Helen got 8H, Alison had QD, David 9H and then Konrad put the banker's card went face down on table. Konrad put in a match, drew 3C then 7C for another match and said 'stay'. Helen put in one match drew JC and said 'stay'. Alison put in with two more matches, bought AC, said 'Pontoon' and turned the card showing the Ace. 

"Lucky at cards," said David, "unlucky in..."

"That's superstitious crap," Konrad said.

"Children, stop bickering you two," Helen said.

David put in a match, drew 7S and said 'stay'. Banker had 4D, 6H and drew 3S, then 3D. Konrad said, "Banker pays 17."

After that round the banker had only two matches left. Konrad picked up the cards on the table and returned them face up to the bottom of the deck.

"What happens when the banker goes broke?" Helen asked.

"Whoever has the most matches lends the banker ten and when the banker is in funds again repays eleven; that's if there isn't another box of matches in the house, but I see there is another box and it's nearly full," said Konrad.

"Bankers have deep pockets and a money tree," said David. 

"What's a money tree?" asked Alison.

"If a bank has to keep twenty percent of all deposits in the till then the banking system can lend out five times the amount of those deposits. A bank pays say ₤3 on a ₤100 deposited and collects at 5 percent on ₤500 that it lends out. It pays 3 and collects 25," said Konrad.

"And that's the money tree. Can we play the game, now that you've given your lecture," said David.

"Don't be so mean David. I found that interesting," Alison said.

Helen picked up the deck and dealt for the banker, first to Konrad then herself and around the table when all the stakes had been put in. Everyone put in just one match for the second card. Konrad stayed on 7D and KH, Helen had 9C and QC, Alison got 2D, 2S, for four matches she bought 10S and for three more she got 7H. David received 5S and AS, bet four matches, got JD and stayed there. The banker showed AH and 10H. After settling accounts David owed the banker four matches.

"David, how are you going to pay up?" Konrad asked. 

"Dave is going to lose his shirt," said Alison.

"Not necessarily on this round. He can auction his tie," said Konrad.

"How would that work?" Helen asked.

"The bank will accept the tie as real property and bid one match for it. We go around and anyone else can pass or make a higher bid but no more than twice what the previous bid was. Say we all decide to bid. The banker goes first and bids one. I can bid two, Helen is next and can bid up to four and if she does that, then Alison can bid up to eight and then it's the banker's bid again. The banker throws a six sided cubic die and if one comes up the banker doesn't have to bid but in five times out of six the banker will bid the smallest amount which in this example would be nine," Konrad explained.

"We haven't got a die," said David.

"I've got two in my backgammon set," said Konrad.

"I play backgammon," Helen said.

"I play backscratch," Alison said.

"We must have a game sometime," said Konrad.

"Stop yakking, get the bloody die so we can play this Pontoon," said David. Konrad stood up.

"Remember no one has to bid anything after the banker has bid if you don't want to buy David's tie. Then the banker owns the tie and David gets one match and he is still three matches short of meeting his debts to the banker who will then want more of David's real property. I'll go and get the die," Konrad said. He left the table and returned a moment later in time to catch the end of David's joke about female medical students. 

The professor, said David, didn't like female students and tried to embarrass them if he could. One day during a lecture on anatomy he asked the prettiest female to come to the blackboard and draw the male genitalia. "Come, come, miss," the professor said, "You can't be shy about it. You'll be seeing lots of penises as a doctor. You have to get used it. Here's the chalk and draw on the blackboard." The girl drew an erect cock, nicely shaped with the head showing. "Hmm, miss," said the professor, "we don't normally draw an erect penis." "That's the only kind I've ever seen," said the student, "and you're always on about that we should only draw what we have seen and I've never seen a flabby penis."

"Nice comeback," Helen said while they joined in the laughter.

"Here we go then, Banker puts in a bid for one match, and seeing this is 'be kind to David week', I'll put in a bid for two matches," said Konrad.

"I'm in for three matches," said Helen.

"I'll pass on the tie," said Alison.

"Now for the acid test. The banker rolls and if he gets a snake eye then Helen has David's tie for three matches and David is still one match short to meet his debts and must raise more funds. Let's see what David will roll for the banker," said Konrad. David cupped the die, shook his hands and dropped the die on the table. It showed five.

"Right, the banker bids four matches and we go around again and I bid five matches which is stupid I know but I'm being kind to David," said Konrad. The girls didn't bid.

"OK. David again throws the die and if it comes up one or two the banker doesn't have to bid again. Throw the die and here is hoping I'm not stuck with your tie," said Konrad.

David rolled the die and it came up five again.

"What a relief that is! Whew," Konrad exclaimed.

"You're making up this game as we go along don't you?" Helen asked.

"Can you think of a fairer way to finance David with matches? Then I'll be in it," Konrad replied.

"Hand over two matches to David," Alison said.

"Before the banker gives money, David has to drink a toast to the successful deal that was done. We'll roll the die to find out who represents the banker and both David and the banker drain their drinks. If the die shows one or four then I'm toasting David. If the die turns up two or five then Helen toasts David and Alison is on three or six," said Konrad.

"But we can all drink if we want to, can't we?" Alison asked.

"Of course we can. Do you want your glass topped up?" Konrad asked.

"Alright," said Alison.

"Let's just throw the die," David said.

"What's holding you up?" Helen asked.

David rolled the die and it came up two.

"Helen is the banker and drinks with David," Alison said. David had more than half a glass of beer to drink and Helen had less than half a glass. Alison and Konrad also took a sip of their beers.

"Let's play the next round of pontoon, my luck has got to change," David said. Alison dealt the next round on the banker's behalf. Konrad collected AD, 5H, 6D, 6S for an outlay of five matches. Helen got 9D, 4H, 4S for four matches. Alison picked up 8D, 4C, 5C for three matches. David could only afford two cards with his two matches and picked up KS, 3H and stayed. Banker picked up 8S and KD.

"Banker pays nineteen," Alison said. Banker had beaten everyone.

"There's got to be a way to finance David and all of us for that matter without losing any more clothes," Helen said.

"You mean some kind of work that the banker will pay for," Alison said.

"The nature of labour, which is paid work, is somewhat degrading. You wouldn't do it, usually, unless you were paid to do it," Konrad said.

"What about setting up Chance cards like in Monopoly and I could get ten matches or five matches," David said.

"But Chance cards can also work against you. You could lose an item of clothing or have to do something you might not like," Helen said.

"Alright, let's put in twenty chance cards. Ten cards with rewards from five to ten matches and ten cards with penalties," Konrad proposed.

"Twelve cards with penalties would be better, that way each of us could write three penalties," Helen said.

"I'll get twenty two library cataloguing cards and four pencils," Konrad offered.

"Better bring more than twenty two in case some of the penalties suggested are over the top. I wouldn't do a penalty I hadn't agreed to do previously," Helen said.

"Meantime, while I look for the library cards, you can think of chores or penalties and their rewards that you would like to see on the Chance cards," Konrad suggested before he went to his room.

"Have you ever wondered why some nationalities have really big sausages, like say salami for Hungarians or Fritz for Germans, or Polish sausage or British saveloys. Do you think that's got anything to do with how big the nationalities would like their men to have as cock size? With Germans having enormous cocks while the British are much smaller," David asked.

"Are you worried David that Konrad's Polish sausage will be bigger than your saveloy?" Helen asked.

"Nah, I've seen his sausage and I'm not worried," David replied.

"I can't find library cards but it doesn't matter. I've got three sheets of blank paper which I can cut up into twenty four pieces," Konrad said as he distributed the pencils and then folded the paper, cutting with a sharp kitchen knife where he had folded. He had sixteen Monopoly sized Chance cards cut in a minute. Alison offered to write the ten rewards cards while Helen and David set to writing the penalties as Konrad finished cutting the last sheet of paper. He too set to writing down some penalties. Alison finished writing each of the numerals five to nine on two cards so there were ten rewards cards with no complications. Some pencil chewing was happening as the four set to writing the penalty cards.




After the Show



"Hey."

The deep, familiar voice made me turn around to find him standing behind me, that signature smile playing on his lips. It had been a great show, as always. Powerful, energetic, passionate, infectious. I had noticed his eyes returning to the VIP gallery as he belted out one number after another with the other lads, and I had coloured under his intent gaze every single time. The other WAGs had giggled and nudged me when they noticed us exchanging looks and it had only made me blush harder. I knew what he had in mind right away when he kissed me before leaving for the sound check this morning. Unlike how his good morning kisses usually are, today it was wilder... one that dragged me out of my sleep in no time. Before I could even open my eyes properly, he was gone, leaving me aroused for the rest of the day. But evening had dawned and so had our time together.

"Are you okay, baby?" his voice pulled me out of my reverie once again and this time he was standing before me. I nodded and smiled, standing on my toes to kiss his cheek.

"I never got to tell you," he smiled, pulling me closer to his body, "You look amazing tonight."

I lowered my gaze and tugged at the collar of the white coat he had on, a soft smile flickering on my face.

"You don't look anything less yourself," I giggled, looking up at him. He ran a finger across my cheek and then gently cupped my face, planting a tender kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes, pleasure creeping on me like the sun's rays, as I felt his hands on my skin. His lips were warm and left a wet trail as he caressed my face and neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, every part of my body humming to his touch.

"I think... we should... The others must be wondering..." I tried to speak, but he cut my sentences short with his kisses.

"Let them wonder," he whispered against my mouth, his voice husky with desire, "I need some grown-up time with my girl."

"Now? I mean-"

"Shhh... I need to take you right now. Is that a complaint I'm hearing, princess?"

I bit my lips and half-smiled, the idea of sneaking away and making love getting me excited. Shaking my head slightly, I pulled him close and kissed him again. 

He noticed the coast was clear and took hold of my hand, leading me back to our suite. Running and giggling the whole way like naughty teenagers, we reached our destination shortly, and as he opened the door, we both stumbled in. Slamming the door shut with his foot, he leaned against it and pulled me closer, sighing softly as his mouth found mine again. 

"You've got me hot with those sexy moves, you know that? I mumbled, thinking about the pelvis thrusting dance moves that were always a part of their shows. He laughed against my neck. 

"You've got me hot and hard right from this morning, babe," he smirked, "And now... with this dress, you're just driving me wilder."

"Is that why you kept eyeing me throughout the show?" I chuckled.

"If I could, I'd have you right there," he breathed, feeling the curves of my body. I reached over and kissed his neck, tasting the salty remnants of the dried sweat.

"You need a shower," I smiled, unfastening his neck tie and letting his dark chest hair peek from beneath the shirt.

"Let me rephrase that," he said, leaning his head back as I flung the tie aside and took over his shirt, "We need a shower. Together."

I looked into his hazel-green eyes blazing with raw lust and felt my stomach tightening. We hadn't had a shower together in a while. With his crazy schedule, we go to see each other so less, that in moments like this, it became impossible to hold it back any longer. He shimmied out of his shirt that I had unbuttoned for him and kissed me again, only this time it was more demanding. My nipples thickened against the lacy fabric of my bra. And hidden, secret parts of my body, parts I'd never been fully aware of until he discovered them for me, throbbed with desire.

He grew hard against me, and I instinctively pressed my hips against his erection, enjoying the arousal that flared between us instantly.

"Damn, I want you so fucking much," his voice was rough.

"What are you waiting for?" I gasped, fumbling with his belt.

"To get out of these damn pants and shoes!"

He let me go for a moment as he stripped to his briefs and my body shimmered with anticipation as he took a bold half-step toward me. My eyes closed as he wrapped his strong arms around me and slid a bold hand inside my dress, down my panties. Hot and slick, I writhed against him.

"Take me, take me, take me," I chanted, getting desperate with every breath. He smiled naughtily and in one swift move, scooped me up in his arms and headed for the shower. Before I knew it, I was standing in my underwear with the warm water pouring down on us. 

I kissed him on the lips. What started as an innocent peck, turned into an instant hunger. His arms gripped around me tighter, as he pressed me even harder against the wall. My arms were around his neck as our lips melted into one and my tongue searched out his. I sucked on his bottom lip and a moan escaped from deep within his throat. I felt him harden in between my open and parted legs. The time we spent apart had only made our kisses even more intense and our carnal desires even harder to fight. I had missed him terribly and my heart and body just wouldn't let me pull away from his kisses. Finally, he willed himself to pull away for a short while, only to stare into my eyes.

On an impulse, I raked my nails over his chest, down past his taut stomach, to the thick bulge beneath it. He groaned loudly as I wrapped my hand around his rigid length through his briefs. I held him tight, while I let my other hand rest on the firm curve of his gorgeous arse. Only then I slipped my fingers into his briefs, against his hard and hot skin. He kissed my nose, which made me smile. My diligent fingers, without checking back with my brain, stoked him intimately, while my other hand slid up his body to caress the muscles of his chest.

The musky aroma of sexually aroused male drove me half-crazy. He was so handsome. Lean and hard, with just enough body hair to be manly.

He grew harder still when I drove that same hand lower to carefully pull down his briefs. My breath came in unsteady gasps as desire pounded inside me like a drum, heightened by his obvious excitement. His erection throbbed against my hand and made me shiver.

"God... babe..." he groaned against my face, "You're driving me insane..."

He unhooked my bra with one hand while his other hand slipped inside my panties once again, carefully and effortlessly moving the material aside. I moaned and threw my head back, the water running down our bodies. But even amid all that water, he could still figure out how wet I was for him.

"You have no idea how much I love you," he breathed, framing me with one hand as he kept exploring my insides with the other, "And how long I'd been waiting for this moment."

My hands found his throbbing erection again, and at the same time, he pushed a finger inside me, then another, and another. I gripped his shaft hard and groaned aloud, taken aback by the sudden wave of pleasure. He lifted one of my legs up his hips for better access, his weight pinning me to the bathroom wall. 

"You're so tight..." he moaned, as he thrusted his fingers in and out of me while I continued fondling him.

"Harder!" I cried, biting on my bottom lip as I felt his fingers working their way deeper inside me. 

"You like it, huh?" he groaned, as he looked down at my face, "Like this?"

I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt myself building towards release.

"Oh, yes. Do it, do it. Fuck me with your fingers," I wriggled under him, enjoying the sound of my own pleasured moans. I clutched him to me as he flicked my hard nub with his thumb until every nerve and muscle of my body hummed with sheer delight. 

Needing to taste me, he claimed my lips in a passionate kiss, my fingers tangling tightly in his hair, keeping him there as our mouths opened wider and tongues fought for dominance; licking, sucking, nipping at each other's lips and tongue as we almost devoured each other.

"Oh, God..." I moaned into his mouth as he rubbed his thumb over my throbbing clit, "No please... don't stop, so close..." 

I was so close to orgasm, I could feel it building deep inside my core, and I knew it wouldn't be long. Rocking my hips down on his hand, I almost fucked myself on his fingers, as they penetrated me even deeper.

His thumb flicked my clit and it tipped me over the edge and my walls clasped around his fingers, drawing them tight inside me as I wrenched my mouth from his and cried out his name. It was only the weight of his body against mine that stopped me from sliding to the floor, my body still quivering as I slowly came down from my orgasm.

As my vision cleared, I felt him holding me in his arms, planting soft, sweet kisses against my neck and jawbone. I looked into his eyes, my hands instinctively travelling to his erection once again. Flashing a devilish grin, I turned us around so that his back was against the wall. Without a word of protest, he leaned back and allowed me to fondle him, and I felt him stiffening in my hands. I was never a blow-job person; for some reason I found it gross and he understood. But I made up for it with my hands, that worked magic on him always. I pumped him hard, my bosom rubbing against his chest, as his hands felt my wet body. He held my hair and kissed me passionately, groaning occasionally.

"Babe... don't... please... not this way... I want to come inside you..."

His face was flushed and I knew he'd come any moment.

He turned off the shower and without caring to dry the water from our bodies, he lifted me up and made his way towards the bed. As he placed me on top of the white sheets, the water dripping from my body and hair made small stains on them. I waited anxiously, my legs spread, my hands above my head. He hovered above me, the water from his hair dripping on my lips, creating unexplainable sensations within me. I felt his tip pressing against my entrance and I moaned in anticipation.

"Inside me. Now!" I almost commanded, but all he did was smile enigmatically and lean over to kiss me softly. His stiff hard length still probed at my wet opening and it aroused me to the point of agony. I tried to lift my hips but he had pinned me down with his weight, his hands keeping mine right where they were- above my head. He moved over from my mouth to my neck and kept heading southwards, frustrating me. Foreplay? Just when I wanted him to pound me? As if reading my thoughts, he sneered against my stomach.

"Sometimes, it's fun to do things out of order,' he said, coming back up again, "Let's take it slow, shall we?"

"No, I want you to pound in me, do you hear? Hard and fast and deep!"

"God, you're so adorable when you're desperate," he chuckled, claiming my lips once again, this time in a more urgent kiss. Without warning, he slid inside me, making my breath hitch for a moment.

"Fuck!" he swore aloud under his breath, "You're so amazing... so wet, so tight, so fucking tight..."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he started to move slowly, driving me crazy. He had always taken it slow. And somewhere, I agreed that rushing made people mess up. We had waited two years into the relationship to get physically intimate... but since then, there had been no stopping us.

"Baby!" I cried out, my whole body burning up, as I dig my nails into his shoulders, "Fuck me harder! I want to feel you in my cunt, in my arse, in my throat, in my soul, everywhere!"

He growled against my neck, gripping my wrists tighter as his thrusts gained momentum and his mouth became hungrier. He grabbed my lips into a hot, open-mouthed kiss, crashing his tongue against mine, even as I bucked my hips to match him thrust for thrust. He grazed his tongue along my shoulder-blades, pulling my body into his, pumping madly into me.

He pushed deeper, my walls clenching around him. God! If there was a heaven, this was it. Even as his body found a rhythm with mine, the force seemed to be drawing the life fluid out of us. He bit my neck, trying in vain to maintain control, but within a few seconds, his body was not listening anymore as he was racing toward paradise. My cries escalated as I felt the pressure building and within a few moments, I had lost it.

"Shit, baby, I'm coming! Keep going, keep going. Ugghh!"

I came hard, contracting around the length of him in waves. He surrendered to my power and shot rope after rope of his seed, shuddering at the sheer intensity of being emptied so completely.

"I love you, babe! I- Oh God-"

He went deeper, and deeper still, his arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place, seeking whatever it was that his body needed. My mind disengaged completely as sensation took us over, and we followed it wherever it led us. When we finally started to come down, I was trembling from head to toe. So was he. 

He moved over and dropping to my side, drew me up against him. We both were completely spent and breathing hard. He opened his eyes and looked at me, noticing the tear that had dried on my cheek.-

"Are you okay? I kind of lost it there at the end..."

His words vaguely reached me but I had no strength to squeeze out a reply. Sighing contentedly, I snuggled closer into his arms and felt his heart slowing down. He stroked my hair with one hand and entwined fingers with the other, his lips moving down to kiss my forehead.

"This was unbelievable," he sighed aloud, his eyes dropping close, "You amaze me every time."

I looked up at him and into his eyes; the raw desire had now been replaced with love- pure, unadulterated love for me. He was the man of my dreams and always would be.

"We better get going," I finally spoke, wriggling in his arms, "I bet the others must have figured out what we're up to."

I blushed at my own words and smiled softly. Beside me, he was smiling as well. 

"I love you, my princess," he rubbed my nose with his, giving my hand a soft squeeze, "You make my life complete."

"I love you back," I smiled at him, "And did I tell you the show was incredible?"



After The Shower



Finally all the soap is from us. I close the water stream. We are looking each other in the eyes. Wow, I start drowning again into them. I would like to start again a passionate kiss, however I make first better sure to dry you. We're both smiling to each other and as always when being near to you, I feel a heat going through my body. I take a soft woollen bath towel. I dab your all body. Afterwards you take the towel and start to dab my body. You do this so softly, what a lucky guy I am. In the mean time I took another, yet small, towel and start rubbing softly your hair. After that is done, you take the towel from me to start rubbing dry my hair. 

We are both dry now and we are putting the towels in the basket. We stand still before the mirror where we both can see how happy we are. You turn yourself around and wrap your arms around my neck. Your mouth is very slowly moving towards mine. All the time you keep on looking me in the eyes. Oh, I see that you can feel my little guy coming to life. You're pressing yourself to me. Your mouth has reached mine and again we start a breathtaking passionate kiss. I massage your bottom cheeks. Unfortunately we have to let go, because both of us need to regain our breaths.

You take my hand and pull me towards the bedroom. I follow you, being aroused very much. Once in the bedroom I help you install yourself on the bed. I go then to the CD player and put on a CD with romantic songs. I return to the bed and ask you to relax and let me do the job. I see you hesitate a little and I understand it. Then I open the drawer of the night table and take out 4 ropes. You look first with fear at me, but after looking into my eyes you nod. I tie your hands and feet to the bedpost. Although you're still a little afraid you're also waiting in anticipation.

I take now two feathers out of the drawer and sit down on my knees on the bed. With the soft side of the feathers I go over your face. I see now that all the fear is escaping from your body. You are more and more relaxed and even little sighs are coming out of your mouth. The first place I do is your face. The two feathers are going over your forehead, the temples, the cheeks, your nose, your lips and your chin. I make little circles. Then I go to your ears, caressing them all over and not forgetting to go also a little inside. Also the backside of your ears aren't forgotten. It gives me a warm feeling to see you enjoy the whole thing.

Now it's time for your neck. The left, right en front sides receive caresses. I'm happy because I notice that you're enjoying this very much. Once again I notice some goose flesh starting to come on you. I go now with the feathers to your shoulders. Afterwards I follow the arms through the outside until I reach yours hands. I go now between the fingers and start then coming up through the inner side. When I reach the armpits I notice that you start shivering. Now I follow the outer lines of your body.

Again and again I start giving you caresses. I pass the hips and go farther down. At the knees I stay a little longer before ending my journey down. When I reach your feet I go with the feathers between your toes. This gives the reaction that I was expecting as you start giggling and moving your feet in order to avoid the continuation of my teasing you. It's time however to travel farther. I follow now the inner sides of your legs until I reach the flesh between your legs and your love-lips. You start moaning a little.

Via your hips I go higher until I finally reach your Adam's apple. I go now down with the feathers, through the middle of the globes, until I reach the bottom of them. Then I go as well to the left as the right, in order to start making eighths with the feathers. I make the circles shorter and shorter so that the tip of the feathers touches now also your inviting globes. I'm coming always shorter and shorter to your nipples. They start getting stiff. Now and then I see you bite on your lips. After reaching the nipples and playing there a while, I start going down.

I'm heading for you belly and certainly don't forget your belly button. I make little circles around it, to finish going into it. I go again over your whole belly before returning to that cute little button. Finally I start travelling again down. I reach the bush and go round it to go now over the groins for a couple of times. Little moans come out of your mouth. Now I reach the flesh between the legs and the outer lips. I hear more moans. I'm approaching very slowly the outer lips. The feathers reach now the outer lips and caress them. 

I hear that your breathing is increasing. More and more I go to the little love-cave. I move the feathers up and down between the lips. I look at the little treasure, open like an inviting flower and I see that moisture is coming out of it. I keep on teasing you with the feathers, now attacking the cute, stiff little clit. The two feathers are on the left and right side of it and go up and down. More moans are escaping from your mouth and I see that your body is trembling. All of a sudden you look at me and say, "darling, fuck me". 

I replace the feathers now in the drawer and start to untie your feet and hands. I look at you and my heart starts bouncing because I see the desire in your eyes. I massage first a little your hands and feet where the ropes were attached. Now I take a pillow and place it under your bottom cheeks. I take a little pack out of the drawer and install me between your legs. I now need only to look at you, and certainly at the little treasure, making thus that the little guy is at full length. I open the pack and take out a condom. I put the condom on.

I come a little closer to you and take my love spear. I go with my love spear between you lips in order to make that wet. I don't need much time doing it. I place now the head for the entrance. I go forward with my upper body and place my hands beside your body. I look you in the eyes and slowly start penetrating you. It's going in without any trouble and I stop when the head is completely in. I see that your eyes are widening up a little and that you bit with your teeth in your lip. Now I see you start to relax and that you are prepared to undergo it.

Oh, it feels so hot in your vagina. The heat is coming through the rubber. I start now slowly penetrating you more, centimetre after centimetre. Finally I'm completely inside you and hold still. All the time I was looking in your eyes. I can notice now that you are very pleased with what you feel. I feel you squeezing the little guy. That sure feels wonderful. You certainly know how to please a man, I'm very happy. 

Now I withdraw very quickly, after that I start penetrating you very slowly again. I try to rub the head and the shaft against your G-spot. I see now that you understand why I did put the pillow under your bottom cheeks. Completely inside again I keep still again, allowing you to squeeze my love spear. I repeat this time after time, noticing that more and more moans escape from your mouth.

Now the time has come that I want to give you some additional stimulation. I bend forward and take one nipple in my mouth. I suck it very gently. I hear you take in your breath very loudly. I close my teeth now on the nipple, just to hold it, without biting it. Now I go with my teeth up and down, like if it were that I'm masturbating the nipple. More moans come out of your mouth and you start also to shiver. The twin nipple receives also the same treatment.

All the time I kept penetrating you very slowly and withdrawing myself very quickly. I can sense however that your climax is starting to build up, certainly by the way you're squeezing my little guy. Suddenly you wrap your legs around my back. Without leaving your nipples, I start to speed up my pumping. I go now faster and faster in and out of you. You are moaning more and more and louder and louder. I notice that you try to push with your feet onto my bums to push me farther into you. 

Your head is starting to go from the left to the right. Your body also shows that you are reaching your climax. I try to go faster in and out of you. Now I close my mouth upon one nipple and start sucking it very hard. You're moaning out loud now, squeezing me very hard. I feel you're not that far anymore and I suck harder and harder and go even faster. With a loud cry you're cumming. Your body starts bouncing up and down, you're trembling all over, squeezing me that it almost hurts.

I go now very slowly up and down, at the same time releasing your nipple. I look at you now and see that your eyes are closed and that you're undergoing your climax. Only very slowly you come down to earth again. Finally you open your eyes again and you're smiling at me. I'm very happy to see that you really enjoyed what happened to you. I see now also that you're ready again for me. I have to admit that I'm ready to go for it now. 

I take up the speed. Again I take a nipple in my mouth. Oh, you're nipples are so nice, only feeling them in my mouth turns me already on. Gently I suck the nipple while my penis goes in and out of you. You're squeezing like hell and you're murmuring lovely words to me. You feel that my climax will not last so long anymore and again you try to pull me into you with your feet. I'm speeding up noticing however that you're building up also a new climax.

Now it seems to me that our bodies play a love-game, as if they were made for each other. It is as if each one is trying to get the maximum out of the other. We both know that it won't take us not long anymore. I release now your nipple and concentrate on our love game. I feel that my seed is like begging to be released. We look again in each other's eyes and we both know that it's so far. We both start crying out our climax. Stream after stream of seed is coming out of me into the rubber. You sense it also and start like milking the little guy. Finally the last drop comes out of it. 

We lay down now, searching for our breath. We both know that we gave each other a more then nice feeling and we both are happy about that. When we regain at last our breath your legs start returning to the bed. Now I withdraw very slowly, noticing however that this gives you little shivers. When I'm finally out of you, we both look with surprise at the quantity of seed that is in the rubber. Now I know why I got the impression that it was like if I was only cumming and cumming.

I take the condom off and put it on the night table. I come lying besides you. We're turning our heads to each other and we start now a very passionate kiss. That also is like I would it to last forever. Finally however we let go. You nestle yourself into my lap with your back to me. I wrap my arm around you and cup one breast with my hand. We both lay still now. Soon we both fall asleep.

Any comment is welcome, certainly comments about preventing me from making too much mistakes in English.



After The Shower



Running the washcloth over her body once more she turns and stands under the water, eyes closed and letting it course down her body. Sliding her hands up and down her skin she wipes the last traces of soap off. She always loved the feel of her body being touched all over, even if it was just her own hand right now.

Turning off the water with a long sigh of relief she grabs a towel, eyes shut tight to keep the water out. Wrapping her hair in the towel she then grabs another in order to dry her body off. She could feel the droplets of water still dripping from her hair under the towel then run down her body and she shivers lightly. An idea pops into her head, but she figures he would never go for it since he was the one to make the first moves in their relationship.

Stepping out of the shower, she stretches and peeks at herself in the mirror. A smile crosses her face as everything seems to be right where it should. For a 30 year old she still looked as good as she did 10 years before. Examining every curve of her body in the mirror has been her daily routine for years. Long lean legs, topped by breasts that weren't overly large but not as small as many other women's, a C cup and she was happy with that. "Won't sag as fast" she said to herself. Turning from the mirror she smiles at the excitement she feels from viewing herself coupled with the excitement her hands earlier caused.

Opening the door to the bedroom the silence is almost overwhelming. Looking to the bed she notices He wasn't in his usual spot, waiting for her to come out of the shower so he can press her down to the bed and lick some of the moisture off her body. Padding quietly down the hallway she peeks in doors as she moves towards the front of the house.

Hearing the soft snores her lips part in a smile as she recognizes the noises. "He still claims he doesn't snore" she thought as she laughed quietly to herself.

Peeking around the corner she giggles, as she sees him stretched out naked on the couch. After she had gotten in the shower he must have come out here to watch a bit of TV and amuse himself. She was prone to long hot showers and being in there for an hour was not unusual for her, he moaned about it but she knew it was all for show.

Getting the most impish look upon her face, one he would have paddled her ass for, she drops the towel from around her body, then takes the towel in her hair out. Leaning over and giving her hair a toss she shakes it out around her face and feels the drops of moisture cling to her skin while more cascades down her body over her breasts and even drips off a nipple. Tossing both towels aside she tip toes over to his side and watches him making sure he's fully asleep and not trying to feign it.

Carefully she lifts a leg up placing it on the side of his hip that's against the couch, then grabbing his wrists gently she holds on knowing she will get it for this later.

With a drop of her body she sits on his hips and shakes her hair over his chest and face. Holding tight and giggling she watches him jump awake trying to pull loose from her grip and wake up totally.

"What the Hell????" 

Opening his eyes he stares up at her, her impish giggle and wet hair flooding his waking thoughts. Looking down he sees her hands on his wrists holding him and her relaxes a bit, putting up a small fight for her pleasure and amusement.

Moaning softly he feels her hair caress his skin and drip down around his body the water rolling down his sides and stomach as more follows. Slowly she starts to drag her hair across his skin, starting at his neck she pulls the silken wet strands down to his chest leaving wet paths behind as she does and turning him on. She remembered all to well how hard the feel of her wet body caused him to get, feeling it grow under her as she wiggled gently against his cock.

Grinning at him she scoots down his body letting go of his hands but watching him for any sudden movement, she then drags her wet hair down his lower chest and over his belly. Taking both hands she grabs some of her hair and squeezes it over his belly button watching the drops fall faster. Leaning in and with a small swipe of her tongue she licks up the water as it moves down to his waist, her tongue making lazy circles as she peeks up at him from between her hair.

His face was a mixture of shock and lust. She watched him flex his hands and try to reach out and grab her, but enjoying the sensations to much to do so. Scooting down his leg and straddling it she finally drags her hair over his now rock hard cock letting the strands caress it's hot and throbbing hardness. Each strand sliding around it caressing and dripping small drops of water on him then sliding down his cock and onto his balls. Grabbing her hair she again squeezes it, the water streaming off the ends and landing on the head of his cock, her eyes transfixed as with every drop his cock twitches and he lets out a moan of pleasure.

Letting go of her hair she moves her head back and forth dragging the silken mane around his rapidly hardening shaft. Then grabbing a handful of hair she reaches out and envelopes his cock with it using it to stroke him she starts to move slowly at first up and down his shaft. The wet hair sliding against the hot skin making his moans louder and his breath catch. Letting one hand stroke him with some hair she takes a length more in her other hand and drags it over his balls tickling him and watching his cock strain even more as she does so.

Keeping up the endless teasing she hears his breath speed up, her hand moving a bit faster as her hair closes around his cock the strands wrapping around the head and base as she slips her fingers up and down him. The wetness allowing her fingers to caress him with ease as she feels his hands reach up and grab her head holding still as his hips thrust up and he cums.

Thick white ropes shoot out of his cock, getting entangled with her hair and covering it. Moaning he moves his hips again and cums once more soaking her hair with his seed as she watches it drip back down on his cock while her fingers slow their movement and shudders of pleasure course through him. Letting go of his cock she shakes her hair free the cum dripping from strand to strand as she smiles up at him and licks the head of his cock, cleaning some of his cum off.

With a wicked lil grin as she licks her lips clean of his cum she glances up at Him "Mmmm now this a cream rinse!" 



After the Shower



As she opened the door of the bathroom, a plume of steamy air followed her into the dark bedroom, quickly dissipating in the cooler air. She stopped for a moment when she noticed him, frozen by the jolt of fear at the thought of an intruder, before her eyes made out the familiar features of the man leaning in the door frame on the opposite side of the room. Trying to hide her surprise, she walked calmly toward the bed, leaving his presence unacknowledged. At the far side of the bed she pulled away the towel wrapped over her still damp hair and let it drop to the floor, and in a smooth unhesitating gesture shrugged the thin cotton robe from her body, letting it fall around her feet. 

The man tensed at the sight of her nude, still-wet body, and drew his eyes up it until he locked eyes with her. Then, making sure she would notice, he broke eye contact and drank in the full sight of her body. Still he waited by the door, fighting the urge to close the small distance between them and break the moment.

She usually didn't like being looked at but his attention made her feel good, because she knew his look was all appreciation and no judgment. Still, watching his eyes so shamelessly looking at her skin made her blush, more so as she noticed what the sight was doing to him. She slowly crawled on top of the bed, not wanting to cover up even as the cool air gave her skin goosebumps, and lied on her back. She stretched out keeping her legs just very slightly apart and her hands at her side, and closed her eyes. It wasn't half a moment after her eyes closed before she felt the bed shift with his weight, and the warm presence of his body as it moved up to her side. She smiled.

The sight of her prone and nude body, and the invitation her behavior had implied was all the encouragement he needed to move further into the room. Closing the door behind him, he stripped down quickly, and slid into bed beside her. The clean soap-scented smell of her skin was intoxicating and he leaned over her, and gently kissed her closed eyelids, nose and lips. He brought one hand under her head as he shifted to his side and leaned on that elbow, letting his fingers run through the tangle of her damp hair, gently but firmly clutching it, and kissed her again, deeply and passionately. He heard her soft sighing approval as the length of his body came into contact with hers.

With her eyes closed, it was easier for her to focus on solid presence of his body next to hers, the touch of his lips and fingers through her hair, and the soft thudding of his heart where his neck came closest to her ear. The mix of uncertainty at what exactly he would do next and the anticipation of knowing whatever it was would undoubtedly feel good, made her desire flare up, and it was all she could do to fight the urge to lean towards him and grasp him in her embraces. As his other hand drew close to her body, she could feel its radiant heat as it hovered over her and when the pads of his fingers finally drew against her skin she let out a gasp. Wherever his fingers explored along her body, tracing slickly along wet skin, jolts of tingling pleasure ran through her to the pit of her stomach and then radiated out to every extremity. Involuntarily, she rocked her hips as they moved lower and lower. 

He shifted a little and soon his lips and tongue followed the trails his fingers had blazed. He licked up the rivulets of water between her breasts, nibbled gently at her hard nipples, and caressed and tasted her skin. Feeling her gently thrusting with her hips, he brought his hand slowly lower to her pubic bone and let the tips of his index and middle finger dip down to find her clitoris. Concentrating on not going to fast or too hard, he gently stimulated the soft pearl of flesh, gauging her gasps and moans of pleasure. When her hand gently grasped his wrist he thought he might have moved too much and began to stop, but she begged him to keep going.

She could feel her climax welling up inside her. It felt like pouring water into a jar too fast until it could hold no more, or leaning over a cliff feeling the wind pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Keeping her hand gently over his, she rocked harder against it. Suddenly she felt his fingers drop lower and enter her. The warm and filling sensation of them sliding into her pussy made her cry out and nearly sent her over the edge. So focused on the pleasure, she barely noticed as his other hand fell away from supporting her neck and he shifted his body lower. 

He kept the motion of his fingers and gently crawled down between her legs. The scent of her arousal and the warm wetness against his fingers had him burning with desire to feel more of her and to make her come. When he brought his lips and tongue onto her throbbing and now unheeded clitoris he felt her shiver and heard her groan louder. He licked in quick small repetitions while moving his head slowly side to side. It wasn't long before she was rocking and shuddering against his mouth and fingers and grasping the sides of his head.

"Oh god, I'm coming!" she yelled.  The vessel was overfilled. Her shuddering and tensing released all at once in an explosive exhale of held breath and then gasping for air. Dizzying pleasure saturated every part of her body overwhelming even her emotions and nearly bringing her either to giggles or tears or both. He'd slowed his ministrations and stopped until he was just gently nuzzling her down below and hugging her thighs.

Once she regained control of her breathing and her body, she opened her eyes and pulled him up on top of her. When he leaned in, she gave him a tender, appreciative kiss. They locked eyes again, and seeing the longing, questioning look on his face, she smiled and nodded. She wrapped her legs around him and with her hand she guided him into her. She gasped as he entered her. The warm and full sensation was almost too much intensity, too soon, but she wanted so much to please him. She bit her lip and closed her eyes to the sensations of his powerful thrusts. His warm body against her skin felt terrific as it always did, and even after such a powerful climax his penis was stimulating her more and more, drawing her back into the heights of pleasure. She moved her hands over his back, and thrust back against him, goaded him with moans of pleasure and dirty little epithets of encouragement, knowing they would only stir his desire even more.

He felt all of his pent up desire loose into the thrusting of his hips, her body felt so soft and inviting. Her voice made him feel like taking him into her was the most wonderful thing in the world. Encouraged and full of pleasure, he rocked harder and quicker, matching rhythm to her thrusting hips and squeezing thighs. It wasn't long before, panting and shuddering against her, he began to feel his climax starting. When it began he brought himself up, kneeling over her and pulled out. Taking his penis in his hand he quickly coaxed it into spasms, and with a low, animal groan, he shot his cum on her. He watched the thick ropey strands of sperm trace across her stomach and chest already glistened with sweat and rouged with arousal. One errant spurt shooting all the way up to her cheek, making her let out a small startled gasp. Spent, he felt all the energy in him sap away, and he collapsed beside her contented and happy. As he leaned in to kiss her, she surprised him by pulling away.

"You jerk!" she exclaimed with mock disapproval.

Sitting up she drew one finger across her chest and held up the incriminating evidence. "look what you did! Now I'm going to have to shower all over again!"

He managed to look sincerely apologetic.

She had to turn her back to him quickly to avoid letting him see the smile she couldn't help cracking at his puppy-dog eyes. Getting up, she walked as steadily as she could back towards the bathroom, trying mask the fact that her legs were so wobbly she could barely stand. She paused in the doorway, and looked back at the man relaxing in the bed, and smiled devilishly.

"... want to join me?"

He sprang up off the bed.



After The Shower



You stand in front of the mirror as you ruffle through the dresser searching for clothes. Your towel is wrapped around you like its giving you a hug. Your hair leans to one side of your shoulder as drops of water fall from the ends. Water drops run down your leg. The room is dim and quiet. Candles light up the room as the scent of vanilla fills the air. The light shines onto your wet body as you remove the towel. Throwing it on to the bed.

I walk up from behind you and wrap my hands around your waist. Pulling your body towards mine as I gently kiss your neck. You moan as I wrap my hands around your ass. Squeezing slowly and gently. I throw you onto the bed as your hair whips out water. You look up at me startled and in a daze. 

I mount over you as the light shines off my abs. My hand slowly and lightly runs up and down on your thigh. As the other lifts your head up for a kiss. My lips touch yours in a slow, gentle motion. Your lips melting into mine as we kiss. We break away as I look into your eyes. My heart warming. You look deep into mine as we stare with smiles. I lean in to kiss you more vigorously. Our tongues colliding against each other. 

My hand wrapped around the back of your head as I gently kiss your neck. My lips caressing your body as I move lower and lower. My soft lips running down your belly slowly as my hand glides on your thigh. I get to your moist pussy lips and give a gentle, wet kiss as I move away and kiss your thigh, In the hopes of a tease. 

I kiss all around your pussy. Ignoring it, and kissing your thighs and licking all around it. Your body shaking as you pant slightly. I look up to you and give you a smile as I lick my lips . My tongue touches your clit and then moves up and down in a slow gentle manner. Your back arches as you moan and grab your breast. Your hand pulls my hair into you closer. My tongue moves quicker as I suck and kiss your clit. The wetness of you drips from my chin and runs down. Your sweating and panting. The light glistening off you. 

My tongue licks faster as you start to quietly yelp. You getter louder as I get faster and faster. You arch your back and yell. Screaming my name as you cum all over my lips. Dripping off my chin and shinning from the candle light.Wiping it from chin, I go back to kissing you. 

Our lips colliding as you taste yourself and me. I bite your lip as you roll me over onto my back. You kiss my neck and I breath heavily. You move downward as your soft lips pull away from my skin. Your tongue running down my abs. You pull my boxers off slowly. Throwing them to the ground. I spring out of my shorts like a jack in the box from hell. 

You grab it gently and lick the sides. Slowly and so softly. Bringing me closer to the edge. You look up into my eyes and slowly stuff it into your mouth. My back arches as I moan your name. You saliva running down the shaft as you turn and bob your head up and down. I grab your hair and yank you down. My hard cock rammed down your throat. You gag as you push further down. You yank back up gasping for air with this wide grin on your face.

You climb back up to me as I kiss and suck the drool from your mouth. Your drool runs down my hard dick and glistens off the light. Your pussy drips like a fountain onto my abs as you sit on me. You reach under yourself and grab my hard, wet, dick and set it under you as you slowly move down on it. It squeezes in slowly as you drop your head back and moan slowly and lightly. My eyes close and I arch my head back. My hand flies to your supple breast as I grab it and squeeze. You jump slowly up and down on me. As i tightly squeeze in and out of your tight, petite pussy. My hand wraps around your tit as it grabs handfuls of your breast. My other hand moves down to rub your swollen clit. You moan faster as you jump up and down with a faster momentum. Your tit flopping as the other one is tightly grasped into my hand. You jump faster and your screaming and flailing your head back. I moan louder. Calling out your name in gasps between breaths. You cum again as you scratch my abs, drawing blood. Letting out one loud scream as your cum sprays onto me.I pull out and yank you down so I can kiss you more. 

You get up and lean over the dresser. I follow behind with my hand on your ass. I kneel down and spread your cheeks as I lick slowly into your small, wet pussy. I get back up and grab my dick as I slowly push it into you. You mouth widening and eyes clenching as you pant and shake. I thrust faster as objects wobble off the dresser. The mirror pounding against the wall as your body is lunged forward faster and harder. My hand grabs your ass as the other pulls your back. I smack and slap your ass. Leaving red hand marks. My hard cock runs in and out of you with a quick, heavy motions. The mirror falls, and the dresser is wobbling as you grip onto it. We are both shouting each others names. 

And then. Like clock work. We cum simultaneously. Spraying out like a popped water balloon. We scream and shake. Panting we lay back in the bed. Light shinning of our sweat drenched bodies. I wrap my arms around you as you lay your head onto my chest and listen to heavy heart beat. I rest my head on yours and I hold you tight. Fearing for you to leave. Us laying there. Speechless. Falling asleep in each others arms.