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Almost Caught

By: angelus2004



The sun was almost behind the horizon as Kira walked into the backyard. she smiled to herself seeing Jacob sitting on a lounge chair, his guitar in his lap. Kira walked over to him. She stood off to the side for a moment before Jacob put his guitar down and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

"New song?" Kira asked, smiling when he looked at her, startled. 

"Hey," Jacob smiled. He patted the space next to him on the chair. "What're you doing?"

"Well, Ashley and Erik are cheating at some video game, and Dan's playing pool with Trevor. I was all alone."

"So you decided to come visit me?" Jacob grinned, his azure eyes twinkling.

"Actually, I was gonna take a swim," she eyed Jacob, taking in his blue jeans and navy tank top. The tank had a wolf and semi truck on it (AN: it's the one from some of the Popstar! pics...lol). His dreads were long, just past his shoulders, but pulled back with a rubberband. He was cleanshaven with the exception of his goatee. 

"And?" Jacob smiled when she sat next to him.

"I don't wanna get wet by myself," Kira smiled. As soon as she realized how that sounded, she flushed deeply, trying to ignore the grin that Jacob sent her. 

"Who said you had to?" Jacob asked flirtasciously. Kira's eyes widened. 

"Why, Jacob, are you flirting with me?" Kira smiled, flirting back at him.

"Maybe," Jacob smiled. Kira turned to face him on the chair. She leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips, smiling as she did so, before leaning back. She grinned when Jacob's hands reached for her, pulling her to him, his mouth finding hers again. Kira groaned in the back of her throat as his tongue entered her mouth, dueling with her own tongue. 

His hands moved over her body expertly and Kira's passion skyrocketed as he caressed her flesh. Moving so she was straddling him, Kira grinned at him before pulling his dreads free from the elastic tie. 

Jacob's eyes stared at her for what seemed eternity, but what could have only been a few seconds, before he pulled her to him, crushing her breasts against his chest as he kissed her savagely, his hands tangling themselves in her hair. 

Kira's arms went around his neck, holding him to her as they madly kissed one another. The short skirt that Kira had worn was now bunched up around her hips, having moved from their movement. Jacob's hands moved down her torso to land on her hips, his fingers teasingly pulling on the strings of her bikinis. 

Kira sat back and looked at him, her lips swollen from Jacob's kisses and her chest heaving as she panted lightly. Her hands went to Jacob's pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them before he could protest. Her mouth found his again as she pulled him out of his boxers, gently stroking him. 

"Oh God," Jacob tored his mouth from hers, groaning lightly at the sensations she was causing. "Kira...I..." he trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. 

Kira smiled knowingly and reached down with her free hand, moving her panties aside as she raised herself up on her knees. Jacob's eyes snapped open when she lifted herself off him, then shuddered closed again when she positioned herself over him. 

Jacob's hands on her hips guided her down on him roughly. 

"We...Shouldn't...Be...Doing this...here," Jacob ground out, trying to control himself as she sank down over him. 

"Why not?" Kira moved up on him, her eyes closing briefly at the sensations. 

"We might get caught," Jacob thrust up into her. 

"So what?" Kira asked, throwing her head back as she started to move up and down on him at a quicker pace. 

"What if someone catches us?" Jacob opened his eyes to look into hers. 

"Then they catch us," Kira moaned, speeding her pace up as she rode him. At hearing that, Jacob was sent over the edge, emptying himself into Kira. Kira moaned loudly as she followed him, orgasm washing over both of them. "God, Jake..." she trailed off.

Behind them, a door opened. Jacob's eyes snapped open and his hands immediately went to Kira's skirt, pulling it down over her behind, covering her and shielding the fact that he was still buried deep within her.

"Kira? Jake?" Kira looked over her shoulder to see Ashley walking toward them. 

"Hmm?" 

"Dinner's ready," he smiled. "Can't you two stay away from each other longer than ten minutes?" he asked. "I swear, all you two do, is like, make out."

"What can I say?" Kira shrugged, turning her attention back to Jacob. "He's irresistable." 

"Whatever," Ashley remarked from behind him. "I'll see you guys inside." As soon as he was back in the house, Jacob threw his head back and groaned.

"Kira, we have to be more careful," he remarked. "We almost got caught.

"Almost. Almost isn't caught," Kira grinned. "Besides, you know you liked it," she lifted herself up off of him.

"That's beside the point," Jacob grumbled, tucking himself away. "We were almost caught!"

"Hmm...now that could be interesting," Kira grinned mischievously. 

"What?" Jacob stood and drew her to him, kissing her lightly.

"Getting caught," Kira kissed him lightly before walking into the house, leaving Jacob standing outside, a lopsided grin on his face as he shook his head. She was right. It was fun being almost caught.

Almost Caught



It was an extremely hot evening as Susan finished her work. It was days like today that she wished her house was air conditioned. Every window in the old farm house was open. She had already shed her clothes and was sitting on the front porch sipping her wine. After the 3rd glass, she felt a need to take a walk. The golf course had a small pond she told herself and it was only a short trek through the woods. Susan took the bottle of wine and her glass and began her journey through the woods. It felt so exciting to be walking through the woods completely naked. It was almost as if she were some wild animal. 

Her feet were tough and calloused from years of going barefoot. She was glad that the moon was full for her journey and illuminated the path. Her body was perspiring from the excessive humidity and her excitement. Aside from the occasional branch that would impede her, the trip was invigorating. She finally broke through the thicket and saw the pond. She walked to the pond and sat down. She dipped her feet into the pond and poured another glass of wine. The cool water felt good on her. 

The alcohol was starting to have an effect on her. She finished the wine and allowed herself to slip into the pond. The bottom of the pond was filled with sticky mud and it made walking an effort. She dove under the water and swam to the other side of the pond. It felt wonderful. She popped her head up and found herself on the swampy side of the pond. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a light in the distance. It looked like a flashlight. She strained to see who it was. As the light came closer, she could make out a man walking his dog. She moved further into the swamp part to hide. Her feet sunk into the deep black mud. The man seemed to be walking toward the pond. Her heart began to beat faster. She tried crawling further back Her body sunk in the mud. The mud was about 3 feet deep. She grabbed a handful of it and wiped it on her face to conceal her fair white skin. Her body was covered in the cool mud. 

She looked up to see a security guard walking his watch dog. Her pulse quickened as she wondered what would happen if he caught her. Suddenly the dog barked and he shone his light in her area. She ducked her face into the mud hoping to conceal herself. After her lungs began to pound, she lifted her head and took a breath. "What is it girl?" the man asked the dog. "What spooked you?" Susan laid perfectly still as the dog took a drink from the pond and the man's flashlight found her bottle of wine "Damn kids drinking here again" he murmured to himself. It was then Susan felt the heat building inside her body. She subconsciously started rubbing her mud covered nipple. Her small breasts were very stimulated. The dog barked again and her fingers couldn't stop. She watched as the man and the dog left. She closed her eyes and her right hand went between her legs. She rubbed her clit hard and her other hand pulled and twisted her nipple. She felt her body convulse as the orgasm shook her. 

The mud tried to hold her in place like its prisoner as she tried to escape. After several minutes, she was able to free herself and crawled onto the hard ground. She dared not go back and clean herself as she was afraid the man would be back. She began her journey back to her house. In the moonlight, she noticed that she looked like a tribal woman covered in mud. 

It was then that she heard a noise behind her. She strained to see but could not see anything. She then heard the unmistakable noise of the leash. She started running hoping to elude them. The branches seemed to attack her naked vulnerable body. The noise was still following her. She knew she wouldn't be able to outrun them so she looked for other options. Off the path, just ahead was a tree with a low hanging branch. She grabbed the branch and pulled herself up. Her bare feet pushed the bark and lifted her higher in the tree. She soon was about 20 feet above the ground, hugging the tree, hoping to be hid. The bark tore at her naked body. She heard the dog coming closer. The dog was running through the woods with the security guard closely following. The dog stopped momentarily where she had climbed the tree, sniffed and kept going. The man finally caught the dog and led him back along the path. Susan sat down on the tree limb and breathed a sigh of relief. 

After climbing down, she finished her walk home. She walked up onto her porch and sat down in her chair. The next thing she new, the sun was up. She looked at her muddy, scratched body and smiled and walked inside to shower. "I would never be able to star in a Tarzan movie" she thought to herself.



Almost Caught



Heather felt a tingle of excitement run through her body as she looked over the items arranged neatly on her bed. Firstly there was the clothing. From an adult store in the city she had purchased a French Maid's outfit, short, black and lacy and, for added fun, it would expose her delightfully pert breasts. To enhance the look she had stockings and a suspender belt, high, stiletto heeled shoes and, to top it all off, a wide leather collar and a rubber ball gag. Beside the clothes were a number of lengths of rope and a pair of leather hand cuffs incorporating a cleaver timer device that would release the cuffs once reaching zero. The final item, purchased mail order after a long search on the internet, was also the most extreme. A belt device connected a vibrating butt plug, a large vibrator and a clitoral stimulator. Once fastened, the belt would hold all three items firmly in position.

She stripped from her ordinary clothes and began to get ready, firstly applying her make up, ruby red lipstick and dark mascara, accentuating her already long lashes. She tied her hair in bunches and began to dress, all the while imagining what was about to come. Once finished, she examined herself in her full length mirror. The sight surpassed her wildest expectations. The sky high heels made her stocking clad legs look even longer and firmer. The lace tops of the stockings were just visible below the black lace dress, which clung to her body, finishing just below her pert round bottom. Her breasts were exposed from the top of the outfit, nipples hard with arousal. She lowered her head, big brown eyes looking up in a pose that was every inch the submissive slut. Running her hands down her body, she played with her uncovered breasts, teasing her nipples and making them even harder. 

Her hands moved lower, over her flat stomach and between her legs. Obviously she wore no underwear, so her fingers slipped easily into her warm, wet pussy. A low moan escaped her lips as she removed her fingers, slick with cum, licked them clean and picked up the vibrator belt. Taking the butt plug, she ran it slowly between her pussy lips, enjoying the delectable feeling and ensuring the toy was well and truly soaked. Then she spread her legs further and placed the plug at the entrance to her ass. Applying a slight pressure she felt her hole spread to accommodate the point of the plug. Slowly she forced it inside herself until, past the plug's widest point, where she felt she could not stretch and further, it slipped fully inside and held in place. Beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead during her exertion and she wiped them away before grasping the vibrator. She gasped in pleasure as it slid deliciously between her cum soaked pussy lips until it filled her completely. 

Finally she began fastening the belt, positioning the small vibrating bead directly over her engorged clit before securing the belt firmly in place. She rose slowly from her bended position, gasping at the strange, but certainly not unpleasant feeling of having both her holes tightly filled. After composing herself slightly she bent again, taking the first length of rope and securely fastening her ankles together. The second rope went around her legs just above her calves and the third above her knees, pushing her thighs together and forcing the vibrator and butt plug further inside. She stood and tested the bonds. Her lower half was completely immobile. At best she could wiggle her toes and just about get around the room with a comical hopping motion. The next item in her self bondage was the ball gag. She opened her mouth wide and placed the ball between her ruby red lips before fastening it behind her head. The rubber felt strange in her mouth, forcing her already heavy breathing through her nose and making it sound even more laboured and urgent.

With further hopping she then placed herself directly below a loop of rope that had been previously tied to the ceiling beam.

'This is it!' she thought to herself as she snapped the cuffs to one wrist, setting the timer for two hours. With the final movement of her free hand she turned the dial on the remote which controlled the three toys before tossing the device out of reach. Delicious vibrations coursed through her entire body. Then, without hesitating, she reached both hands high above her head, slipped the cuffs through the looped rope and, with a final click, secured the handcuff around her free wrist. She pulled at the bindings, testing their strength, but they held firm. She wouldn't be moving much until that timer reached zero. Her thoughts returned to the delightful vibrations between her legs. Already her whole body tingled with arousal. Her pussy ached with desire, cum running freely from her cunt lips and soaking her thighs. The climax built inside her until her whole body was aflame. However, the vibrations between her legs were not forceful enough. By mistake she had set the devices to too low a setting and so could not find a release. She struggled as much as she could in her bonds, trying to get more feeling from the toys inside her. By now she was moaning heavily, perspiration covering her entire body, her legs shaking and only just able to support her weight, but still the orgasm eluded her. Heather glanced up at the timer, reading 1 hr 45 min. She couldn't believe it, she'd been in this state for just fifteen minutes but felt she could hardly take any more teasing. Her moaning increased through the ball gag until, suddenly, she heard a noise, talking in the corridor directly outside her room. The voices were distinctly male and she recognised one as the voice of her flatmate.

'Shit!' she thought to herself. 'They were all supposed to be out playing football for hours yet.'

'Heather!' her flatmate shouted. 'Are you in?' Her heart skipped a beat.

'Oh God! He can't find me like this!' she thought. She looked across the room at the reflection in the full length mirror. What a sight! There she was, securely bound and gagged, dressed as a slutty French Maid. Her breasts were exposed, nipples erect with desire. In fact, you didn't need to look at her breasts to see she was aroused. Her own cum glistened wetly on her bound thighs. Her dress had ridden up, revealing the vibrator slid deeply into her stretched pussy lips. A thin trail of saliva had escaped from her gagged mouth and was slowly running down her neck and over her exposed chest. She struggled madly in her bindings, panicking, shaking her head and pulling at the ropes. Her fruitless attempts at gaining freedom were halted as she heard the unmistakable sound of her door handle being slowly tuned. She re-doubled her efforts.

'Oh, please tell me I wasn't stupid enough to leave the door unlocked,' she thought. The handle continued to turn as she fought madly at her restraints. She heard him push the door but the lock held firm. She breathed a sigh of relief. By now, sweat was running down her body and her heart was beating rapidly. What would have happened if she had been discovered? She ran through the scenario in her head. What would her flatmate, and God knows how many of his friends, done if they had seen her like this. Disgusted at herself, she realised the more she thought about it, the more the though of being discovered turned her on. In fact, it was enough to push her over the edge. The climax began in her pussy but spread through her entire body. Her moans of pleasure increased in volume and she pulled at her bindings again, this time in uncontrollable passion. Wave upon wave of orgasm hit her, longer and more powerful than anything she had felt before. Her legs buckled beneath her but she caught herself by her bound wrists.

'Oh my God!' she thought to herself. 'That was incredible!' However, it was only just beginning. The vibrations between her legs, of course, continued, stimulating her sensitive clitoris. Almost instantly the second orgasm was building inside her.

'Ohhh... God... I'mmm... cummming... again!' she cried through the gag as the second wave hit her almost as powerfully as the first. But still the vibrations continued. Wave upon wave of orgasm hit her with not even enough time to catch her breath. Her whole body was shaking and shuddering uncontrollably. The belt strap between her legs was soaked, cum running freely down her legs and pooling at her feet. Sweat and saliva ran between her breasts and her dress clung to her, sticky with perspiration. Through the haze of orgasms she looked at the timer; it read 1 hr 05 min.

'Still over an hour to go!' she managed to think in the tiny gaps between the almost continuous orgasms.

'Help me!' she cried out through the gag. 'I can't take it any more!' But her muffled moans could not be heard outside her room. The gag forced her to suck in air through her nose and her breathing was becoming more and more laboured. Tears ran down her cheeks as her vision began to blur and it all became too much for her as she was plunged into unconsciousness.

Heather awoke and found herself lying on the floor. She tried to rise but her bound legs prevented this. After a while she managed to untie herself and spread her legs. The toys were still in position, sticky with cum and sweat. Slowly and carefully she removed each one, her cunt almost painfully sensitive. Once the belt was removed she collapsed, exhausted, on the bed, still dressed up. Almost immediately she fell asleep, vowing to never to that to herself again but dreaming of what might have happened if she hadn't locked that door. 



Almost Caught



A boy named Bubba took my anal cherry. I had met him at a church youth group. My parents made me go. I was also going out with another boy at the time. 

Bubba and I had been flirting, but the other guy beat him to the punch and asked me out first. Since Bubba had only been interested in going out with me as a means to get in my pants, the other guy loved me, and I was willing to cheat it worked out well on all counts. 

Some people from the church had thrown a Halloween carnival at their place in the country. There was a bon-fire, hay rides, etc. My boyfriend was sick and couldn't attend. Again, my parents made me go and they were there as well. 

There was a very high adult to child ratio and over-all it was quite the wholesome event. Well, except for the "Bubba fucking me in the ass" part. 

My parents were quite unaware of the interest between he and I, which made things much easier. Also the fact that he was only a year older than me helped. My parents knew all too well about my love for older men and watched me like a hawk whenever I interacted with anyone five or more years older than me. It never occurred to them that the innocent boys they knew from church, in my own age range, and in attendance with their parents, might be a problem.

I had worn a long hippy skirt with no panties. It wasn't a special preparation for the evening. I had just learned in general that if I wanted to have a sex life under the iron rule of my parental regime, I better be ready to do it quick and dirty, wherever, whenever.

Bubba and I wound up next to each other in a corner of the wagon during the hay ride. His two brothers sat in front of us, sort of blocking us in. We burrowed down in the hay so that our laps were well covered. Then Bubba reached over, took my hand, and placed it on his cock. I was shocked, the boy was huge. As mentioned above I had experienced older men. Bubba was my age, but still far surpassed anything I'd had my hands on before. 

I quietly jacked him off underneath the hay, making sure that my elbow never left my side and my shoulders didn't move. A person looking straight at us would never have guessed a thing. I caught his come in my hand and scraped it off on the edge of the wagon as we departed. As we stood on the ground in a little group of kids shaking the hay off of ourselves after the ride, he whispered for me to watch for him to head inside. I just nodded and we parted ways. 

While roasting a hot dog at the bon-fire, I caught him make subtle eye contact with me and then turn to walk slowly towards the house. I told my parents I had to go to the bathroom, and excused myself. There was a line at the downstairs bathroom and I winced internally as Bubba passed it and headed up the stairs. If my parents came looking for me and I wasn't in the line for that bathroom, there was going to be trouble. 

Following him up the stairs I found his two brothers waiting. The upstairs was completely empty. I later found out that they had been scouting a location for us, and had signaled Bubba from the upstairs window. 

He started to lead me to a bedroom, but I explained to him that I didn't have long. My parents could come looking for me any minute and all hell would break loose if I was in a bedroom with a boy. We started to go in the bathroom together, but then I realized if my Dad came up and I was in the bathroom, he would probably check it when I got out to make sure there wasn't anyone in there with me (he knew me well). Finally it was decided that we'd do it right there in the hallway, and his brothers would guard the stairs. 

One brother stood at the top of the stairs, the other in the crook of the hall that hid me from the view of someone standing at the bottom of the stairs. Both brothers had a prime view of the show. In retrospect that had probably been part of the plan, and the reason they were so helpful all along. 

Bubba wasted no time. He spun me around to face the wall and pushed me up against it, kicking my feet out to the side. As he pulled my skirt up over my ass and found no panties he seemed to go into overdrive. Wrapping an arm around my waist he used his free hand to guide his cock to my ass. Without warning, lube, permission or any other sort of preparation he lunged into me with all of his weight.

The pain was blinding. The fact that he was huge didn't help any. I was aware of the existence of anal sex, and had even been planning on trying it. I had just not been aware that Bubba was going to do it to me, right there, right then. 

Of course I couldn't scream, squeal, or make any noise at all without giving us away. I gritted my teeth and held it in. I could see white lights in my head and the world had ceased to exist except for the pain in my ass. I could vaguely feel Bubba's iron grip on me, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other around my chest, his hand gripping my shoulder. He held me in position and pulled me into him as he furiously fucked me. 

Swimming up into my haze I heard my Dad's voice from the bottom of the stairs, calling my name. I could feel Bubba speeding up and gaining intensity. Mustering every bit of mind over body control I had learned in my three years of daily yoga and meditation practice, I made my voice sound normal as I called down to him, "I'm waiting in line for the bathroom!". 

The sound of my Dad's slow footsteps on the stairs didn't make Bubba stop. He plowed into my ass, desperately racing for an orgasm. Suddenly he stiffened, lunging into me deeply one last time as he came in my ass and held himself there. I vaguely heard his brothers say hello to my Dad as he reached the landing. My Dad was ambling, stopping briefly for a pleasant, "Hey boys, how ya doing?" as Bubba jerked his cock out of my ass and dove into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

My skirt fell back into place as I straightened myself up and flipped my hair back over my shoulders while running my fingers through it. I whirled around and leaned against the wall for support, hands behind my back, legs demurely crossed at the ankles. 

That is how Dad found me as he turned the corner. Smiling angelically at him, I said "There's somebody in there." He told me about the line downstairs, and I sympathized. I remember thinking that it was strange that the cum didn't leak out of my ass like it did from my pussy, but being grateful that I wasn't having to squeeze my legs together to try to prevent cum droplets from spattering on the carpet. 

Bubba exited the bathroom and he and my Dad chatted amicably for a moment as I dashed inside to clean up. Upon exiting I asked permission to head back to the bon-fire. One of Bubba's brothers went into the bathroom after me, to preserve the fake line my Dad believed existed. My poor Dad sat and waited for four people to go in front of him, even though none of us actually needed to go.

No-one ever found out, Bubba and his brothers never snitched. It was perfect.



Almost Caught



I have been into self Bondage for quite a few years and enjoy trying new things this is a true story of how I almost got caught trying a new idea. 

I started picking up different things for use in self bondage many are very expensive and as I have to account for my money at home I have made most of them myself. 

I have made an item called a humbler which I use as often as I can. I should explain I can only indulge in my playing when I can be sure I am going to be alone for some period as I get quite involved at times. 

A few weeks ago I got an idea and the chance came to try it out. I have a shop behind my house which holds all of my toys out of sight. As I said I made a device called a humbler which goes across behind your legs with your balls trapped between the two pieces and in my case I have used wodden dowell rods.

Into one of the beams brossing the ceiling I screwed a regular cup hook. I have also found that one of the biggest problems is staying tied for awhile usually you can get loose at any time and that ruins the whole thing as I like to enjoy the sensation till I can't stand it. 

The best thing I have found is stero speaker wire the plastic coating when knotted and pulled tight behond you is impossible to untie you have to cut it. 

On this particular Saturday all the others in the house were going to visit my daughter in college a few hours away so I felt confident that I wouldn't be interupted, Boy was I wrong.

I gave them a few minutes to get on the road and then went to the shop and started to get out the things I needed for my session. 

First I put a serrated knife into the vise on my shop bench the vise is about 4 1/2 feet off the floor which helped in my plan. Next I used some of the sams speaker wire and looped it over the hook on the beam. at the end I tied a heavy wrench, at the other end is a couple nipple clips with sharp teeth which I like they bite in nice and tight and when pulled get tighter. 

I have a eight inch vibrating dildo I lubed and slid into my ass turned on high and used a cord wrapped around my cock which by this time was hard as a rock and I let it hang for the moment. 

Next came the humbler which is two dowell rods they are tied at one end but can be pulled apart on an angle so that you can get your balls between them. Once into it you pull the rods together and tie them at the other end. It isn't too much pain until you try and stand then you get to see what real pain is like. 

I now tied the cord from around my cock too my balls which were aching (this also helped hold the didlo in) by now as I moved around getting the other things hooked to me. Too get a good start I pulled the wire down from the ceiling and attached the clips to my nipples.

They always make my nipples feel like they are on fire when I first apply them they eventually ache and hurt more than ever when pulled. As I was bent over when I put them on they were already pulling good and I had tied the wire so that the wrench could not reach the floor.

Now for the real test I had made a loop of wire for my wrist and made them to slip at the end so they could be pulled tight. I put might right hand through and pulled it tight I could tell that there was no way I would be able to untie it from behind.

The idea was that to get loose I would have to reach my hands up high enough behind me to cut the wire on the knife in the vise. The real problem was going to be that you had to lift your arms up to reach the vise to do this I must lower the top half of my body.

Another thing about the wire is that once it pulls through the cup hook it is about impossible to pull back and through. To get any slack I had to stand which is impossible for long as my balls were tight into the humbler. 

I thought for a moment before I put my hand through the other loop of wire then said what the hell I had been thinking about this for weeks and wasn't going to back out now I had to reach really far around to get my hand through the wire but finally managed I was sweating now from the effort. Once my hand was through I pulled and turned my wrist until it was good and tight.

I was into it now like it or not and was going to have to reach the knife before anyone made it home but I thought I had plenty of time. Boy was I wrong. I had been sqirmming for a few minutes and was really enjoyin the pain and the perdicament I was in when I heard the car.

                       I couldn't figure why they would be home already but I tried to be quiet and listen. Then I heard only one car door open and close which made me wonder if it was them or someone else. The only thing worse than geting caught by my family would be by soomeone else.

I had a friend I'll call bob who came by now and then usually to borrow a tool or some thing like that I hoped that was not the case. I could hear the knocking from the shop as I tried to keep dead still which was hard considering that pain I was in.

Then I heard the footsteps comming back (too the car I hoped) but no they came towards the shop instead. Whoever it was tried the door but I had it securley hooked from inside. It was Bob I heard him say I wonder where he is he said his family was away and his car is here.

He went back and tried the house again and then mumbling to himself finally left. I was realy sweating now knowing Bob if he had cought me he would have used it against me he was that kind of guy. 

Now I was left to enjoy my time nearly an hour had passed and I figured I had better try and see how hard it was going to be to get loose. As soon as I tried to lift my arms up I knew it wasn't going to be easy.                                             The nipple clips were already pulling hard and I knew they would not slip but bite more, then I made the mistake of leaning up to take off the slack for a minute and the humbler kicked in. not only did my balls ache but the around my cock tightened my cock was already purple from lack of blood flow. 

I tied to lean down again and the clips bit harder. by now precum had dripped a few drops on the floor I would have cum if it weren't for the cord stoppig me. Also the didlo was hummiing away keeping me on edge.

To me this is great tied and can't get loose I love it. I kept at it for nearly another half hour before I cam close to the knife by now my nipples hurt like hell and my balls ached. There was a little blood around one of my nipples from the pulling.

Finally I made up my mind I was going to have to lean over and raise my arms to get to the knife or I would be here forever. Damn did it hurt and then I had to move my arms back and forth to cut the wire which pulled the wire and made my balls ache even more. After another ten minutes I finally got it cut and pulled the wire getting slack.

I almost hated taking off the nipple clips as it is very painful when they have been on for a long time. I untied the cord from my balls next and loosed it from my cock then took off the clips at the same time between the pain and the buildup the cum flew out of my cock and I groaned out loud. 

Eventually I got the humbler off and pulled the didlo from my ass I had to sit there for a few minutes my legs were so weak. I got dressed in case anyone else came by then put all my stuff away for anothe day.

As I sat in my recliner in the livin room I inspected my right nipple which had bleed some but it looked ok they were both red as hell. I would have to be careful and keep a shirt on till they were back to normal.

The only thing I wasn't sure of was if being tied so tight and so little chance of escape or the comming close to being caught was more exciting. All I can say is I can't wait to try it again.



Almost Caught



Disclaimer: These stories are a work of fiction and are not written as an endorsement of any type of behavior (sexual or otherwise). Any resemblance to living or dead is purely coincidental. These stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual variations. If you find any of the subject matter offensive, do NOT read them. You must be over 18 years old.

Author: Your comments and suggestions are always welcome. If you would like to contact me, go through the link below.

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I remember one of the closest I came to being caught at a sexual activity was when my girlfriend & I decided to have oral sex in her house, at a time when her mother was in the other room. They had 3 bedrooms going around a small living room on the 1st floor of the house. It was a pretty big house. Her room, and her parents room was adjoining. 

She wore a nice yellow skirt, which went up to slightly above her knees, and a white top as I recall. During the afternoon we sat down to watch TV in her room, and her mother would usually rest and sometimes fall asleep in her room. 

As we sat watching TV, I put my hand on her legs and began to slightly caress her legs, slowly & gently caressing my hands up to under her skirt where I could caress her thighs. She bent towards me and we shared a passionate kiss for many moments. I was obviously aroused & wanting more at the time. I told her to go see what her mother was doing, and she returned back very softly, and told me she's asleep. 

She sat down beside me, on her bed, he back resting on the headboard and her legs stretched out in front. I took my hand very gently inside her skirt again and caressed it all the way up till I could touch the softness of her underwear covering her pussy. She kept her eyes on the living room outside, which could see through the open door of her room, for the slightest movement of a shadow she might see, or the faintest of sounds she might her, to make sure her mother wasn't coming. 

During the entire time, she kept her eyes fixed at the living room outside, never moving them aside. I rubbed her underwear just above where her arousing pussy lay; rubbed until I could feel the underwear getting slightly wet from the flowing juices she began to give out. I gently slid downwards and brought her right leg across over me to my back so I would be placed between her legs... and laid myself on my stomach, resting on my two elbows as I held her two thighs apart with my hands. Her skirt still rested on her thighs, I didn't want to remove it... it excited me to go under & inside her skirt to reach for her. I also didn't remove her underwear; I just slid it all the way down from the front, exposing her warm and wet pussy. Very slow I kissed her pussy, just as I would kiss her lips, and played with her pussy lips by brushing my lips against them. I took the tip of my tongue out and very softly, licked the crack of her pussy all the way from the bottom to the top, slowly & slowly, again and again, letting her pour her juices out in sexual passion & lust. 

At every moment she kept her eyes on the living room, trying to keep her senses alert for any sound or movement, even though her body was submitting to sex & lust. I feared for us being caught, yet I left the guard completely on her shoulders, and submerged myself in pleasure. I took my tongue deep inside her, parting her pussy lips using the two thumbs on my two hands, while still gripping her groin with my other fingers. And then I started my vigorous sucking... taking every single drop of her juice inside, sucking & swallowing, going back & forth on her pussy... eating it out like I was feasting on it... and she started to move to my rhythm... she began moving her groin to the motions of my mouth.... And kept giving me more, and more, to suck & to swallow. 

As she kept her eyes on the living room, she exploded into orgasm after orgasms, merely crunching her teeth to keep her screams to herself, and at times digging her finger nails inside my chest & arms, to control her convulsions while her body kept erupting in orgasms as I sucked every orgasm down to the last drop, swallowing all of everything she gave me. She finally held my arm, asking me to stop... and at that point I stopped. I lay there with my mouth covering her pussy, just feeling the warmth from her body, feeling the wetness, just feeling the sex that engulfed her. I slowly moved back and headed for the bathroom to wash my mouth while she sat there finally closing her eyes for a few minutes to relax. 

When I came out of the bathroom, I gently strolled outside to the living just to check, and found her mouth was very wide awake, watching TV, unlike what we thought. When I came back to my girlfriend and told her, she sat in disbelief. Our hearts raced for a moment, but it was all done & over with and we knew we had pulled off a really dangerous one.   



Almost Caught



It was quiet in the woods, and private, the way they liked it. Trees and bushes and secret, winding footpaths. Peaceful glades where no one would see them. Sunshine and dappled shade, the heavy scent and stillness of a summer morning.

Lenny had put the camera away, now he turned to Maggie and took up the loose end of one of the blue nylon ropes he'd used to lash her to the tree. Maggie was naked, he'd never known a woman so eager to slip out of her clothes in the great outdoors. She watched him through the fringe of dark hair that had fallen across her eyes. There were leaves in her hair. He'd smeared dirt on her constricted breasts and her thighs. The gag was her own idea.

He could hear her ragged breathing as she followed his movements. She was ripe for a fuck. Her skin was pale. He stood before her and savoured the moment. She looked like a wild woman, caught and tied to a tree deep in the lonely woods. At his mercy. He could do anything he wanted. Her ankles were bound, her legs wide open. The short dark hair below the soft swell of her stomach demanded his attention. 

The end of the rope touched the floor where it dangled from his hand and he gently flicked his wrist, aiming it at her exposed and gaping pussy. Maggie gasped as he found his target and the swinging rope stroked her lightly between the legs. Her breathing quickened. The rope hung at his side again. She was watching it, her chest rising and falling, her body tensed, waiting.

A pattern of sunlight falling through the leaves danced on the sign she wore around her neck.

"-I've got something for you to wear," Lenny had said. He'd made it the night before and now he reached behind the seats to get it.

It was Thursday morning and the sun was shining. They had the rolling up and down country roads to themselves. A ground mist lay in some of the hollows. An early start had seemed a good idea, less people walking those quiet, woodland paths.

He found what he wanted and brought it out with a flourish, grinning as Maggie frowned and snatched it from him.

It was a piece of card torn from the side of a grocery box. He'd tied a length of string to it to make a loop and scrawled FUCK ME in crooked capital letters.

Maggie gasped when she saw it. She made to hit him with it and then she laughed and looked at it again.

"-Oh very nice," she said.

"I think it'll add that certain something," he told her.

"I can see you put a lot of work into it."

"Try it on, see if it fits."

Smiling she slipped the string over her head. The piece of card with its crude message lay on her heavy breasts and he nodded his approval.

"-Just in case there's any doubt, right?" Maggie asked looking at him over it.

"Hey, I'm an artist," Lenny said. "It's all about composition."

The picnic site was as deserted as they'd hoped it would be and the tyres crunched gently on gravel as they turned in. The car park was surrounded by trees, some in blossom. Lenny parked in the shade. 

Anticipation was running high as he turned off the engine. Maggie felt it too, he could see it in her eyes.

"How do you feel?"

"Horny," she said, smiling before turning in her seat to look around. 

Out of the car the air was still cool. The picnic tables and benches were empty. Dew shone on the grass and birds sang in the trees as Lenny shouldered the back pack and locked the car. 

Maggie carried the sign he'd made, holding it by the string like a handbag as they walked over to look at the map on the information board. It showed the various trails and paths leading into the surrounding woodland as a series of winding dotted lines.

He stood beside her and squeezed her soft ass affectionately through her jeans, "Take your pick," he said.

"Any one," she whispered, "as long as it's quiet."

He kissed her and felt the excitement that been escalating ever since they'd left home hit a new peak as her tongue eagerly found his.

They chose a trail at random, both agreeing that one was as good as another. He let her lead the way and admired how her ass moved in her jeans and the happy, excited, horny look on her face every time she glanced over her shoulder. The sign in her hand twisted as she walked, showing its crude message again and again.

The sense of isolation increased as the well worn trail meandered up and down. Sometimes, glancing left or right, he saw deeper under the trees the secretive green light that fell through the canopy of leaves. It never failed to look peaceful and inviting.

"How far should we go?" Maggie said. Her eyes were shining when she paused and looked back. 

They'd been walking for twenty minutes. Lenny saw the naked excitement in her eyes. There were bright spots of colour in her cheeks.

He'd noticed several, narrower, less used side trails leading from the one they followed and now he indicated one of those. It was greener, more overgrown. Brambles and nettles grew either side of it.

Maggie went first, picking her way more carefully than before. She looked back more frequently as if waiting for him to say where to stop. He was looking for the right place and when he saw the path open out a little more into a small secluded clearing dominated by a moss green tree that looked about five hundred years old he decided they'd gone as far as they needed to.

"I think this'll do it," he said and looked around taking it all in. A thrilling sense of anticipation seemed to hover in the still air. There was nothing to see but trees and shrubbery and sun-dappled shade in all directions. It looked perfect, the kind of secret, hidden place where they could be alone as long as they wanted.

He shrugged off the back pack and felt a rush of excitement as Maggie looked around. She was a large woman, fleshy and round hipped. When she smiled he saw how eager she was and he knelt in the grass and opened the back pack. He took out his camera and the ropes and when he looked up Maggie was already enthusiastically taking off her top. She pulled it over her head and tossed it aside then reached back to unfasten her bra. She shrugged it off without the least hesitation and beamed at him, proud of her large pale breasts as they swayed heavily with her movements.

Lenny waited with a long coil of blue nylon rope in each hand and watched aroused as she sucked in her stomach to open her jeans. She pushed them down quickly, wonderfully eager. She wasn't wearing panties. Her skin was white and soft. Everything moved as she stamped out of her jeans one leg at a time. The hair below the soft swell of her stomach was dark and close cropped and she stood before him big and beautiful, pale and naked and aroused.

Her excitement was contagious, Lenny would have fucked her there and then, but first he wanted to get some pictures. Maggie obligingly stood with her back to the tree and her arms out to the side, her legs apart. He tied the end of the rope to one wrist then passed it around the tree and loosely secured her other wrist. Up close he could hear her breathing and see the hunger in her eyes as she watched him. He leaned close as if to kiss her but pulled away at the last moment. She moaned and tried to move but the ropes held her against the tree.

"-Bastard," she whispered.

He smiled as his cock strained. Teasing her was part of it, part of what they did. Now he went back around the tree again, feeding the rope through his hands. When he came to Maggie again he crossed it over her chest between her large breasts. He made more circuits of the tree, each time carefully arranging the rope so that eventually both of her breasts were tightly wrapped in at least two coils of rope. The pressure of the ropes raised her breasts, squeezed them, made them available. He tied off the loose end of the rope before taking Maggie's hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs and gently pulling them.

Maggie moaned and writhed. She began to slowly move her hips, lasciviously swaying side to side.

He took the other rope and began to bind her ankles to the tree. As he knelt before her his face was level with her pussy and leaning closer he pursed his lips and blew a warm, teasing breath between her parted legs. Maggie's hips jerked and she pulled in vain at the ropes that bound her firmly to the tree. Her dark hair had fallen about her face. She moaned softly in frustration.

With her legs now securely bound Lenny retreived the sign he'd made from where she'd dropped it. Maggie obligingly lowered her head and he hung it around her neck as her eyes blazed at him through the fringe of dark hair that hung over her forehead.


The final touch was the gag. He stood not quite touching her naked, vulnerable body and fastened it then stepped back to admire his handiwork.

There was just the right amount of shade under the old tree. The cracked and ancient bark made a perfect contrast to Maggie's soft, pale skin. The ropes around her breasts and the hand lettered sign that hung at an angle above them emphasised her vulnerability and helplessness. The silence, the sunlight through the trees and the glimpses of blue sky through the leaves, the claustrophobic nature of the surrounding woods heightened their excitement.

Lenny checked his camera and took a photograph and then, smiling, he grabbed a handful of dry leaves and let them fall on Maggie's hair. Some caught and stayed. Next he found a place where the trail was damp and daubed smears of mud on her breasts and thighs as she watched him. 

Maggie moved her hips as his hand neared her pussy.

"-Do you want something?" he teased, and deliberately took his hand away as she made strangled, frustrated sounds around the gag.

He walked away with his camera, following the path they'd come by, pausing and looking back through the leaves and branches, retreating again until Maggie was almost lost behind the foliage that now obscured his view. He took pictures that showed her apparently alone and abandoned and helpless there, long shots of her face and constricted breasts, another of her wide-spread legs with the thickness of the tree behind them.

He retraced his steps, taking his time, aiming the camera and clicking the shutter. Sometimes Maggie looked at him, her eyes blazing in the subtle shade beneath the tree, other times she hung her head. Standing off the trail he took side views that showed her bound tightly to the tree, her pinched and constricted breasts raised unnaturally by the ropes passed around them. 

"I think I'll post these somewhere," he told her as he put the camera away, aware how turned on she'd be by the thought of other people seeing her naked, bound and gagged.

Now Lenny lazily flicked his wrist again and the end of the rope snaked up between her legs. Maggie sucked in her stomach, held her breath. It made her breasts stand out at an even more arousing angle. He dropped the rope and broke a thin, leafy branch from a nearby sapling. He held it against her neck as she panted and watched him, then he moved it slowly down over her swollen nipples, down between her legs where he let the leaves caress and tease her inner thighs. Her legs began to tremble with anticipation and he lowered the branch then swept it up between her legs. It made a light, leafy sound and Maggie moaned sexily, deep in her throat. He withdrew the branch and began to lightly lash her bound and unprotected breasts. She tossed her head from side to side, moaning louder, sounded increasingly frustrated.

He dropped the branch and put his hands on her breasts, delighting in the way they felt, the arousing softness of her skin in contrast to the ropes wrapped carefully around them. He squeezed and massaged her breasts while Maggie moaned softly behind the gag. He pinched her nipples, there was nothing she could do. He held them between finger and thumb and pulled gently, lifting the weight of her breasts as her breathing became increasingly more erratic and urgent. It almost seemed as if he had caught her in the woods and made her his plaything.

Now he lowered his head and let the tip of his tongue lightly graze her nipple while his hands firmly held her breasts, his strong fingers pressed into her soft, yielding flesh. At first he teased her but as his desire increased he took a nipple between his teeth and began to attack it more roughly, alternately suckling and nipping as Maggie responded to his touch. 

He moved his right hand lower, his fingers spread wide, down to her hip at first, exploring her naked skin then caressing her stomach, finally he covered her short dark pubic hair with his hand and closed his fingers, squeezing her there, as Maggie moaned and writhed and panted against him.

He sensed the heady, intoxicating moment approaching when animal instincts take over, and he let his hand slip down between her legs, wanting to feel her there, wanting to rub her pussy. Maggie thrust violently against him as he touched her and he experienced again the excitement of her soft, wet, fat pussy eager for his attention. Waves of desire swept over him as his probing finger found the slick, warm wetness between her pussy lips. He parted them and rubbed her, smearing her wetness, exploring the exciting, complicated inner contours of her pussy, knowing the special places she liked to be touched. She began to make low, urgent noises through the gag as he played his fingertip lightly over her engorged clitoris. He continued to roughly paw her left breast while he moved his finger between her legs until Maggie gave a louder more gutteral cry and shuddered violently. Her hips began to twitch frenziedly, thrusting urgently with a beautiful and smooth fluid motion and he immediately thrust his stiffened thumb deep inside her. Maggie threw her head to the side, her whole body tense, as he fucked her roughly and violently enough to lift her each time. Now she was literally bouncing on his hand as he slammed it inside her again and again. He could hear the arousing wet sounds it made inside her and the slap of his hand against her pussy. Maggie strained at her bonds and perspiration made her hair cling damply to her forehead.

Lenny quickly pulled the gag aside and they kissed hungrily.

"-Untie me," she panted, and he began to work feverishly at the knots, both of them eager and desperate to get their hands on the other. He freed her hands and then her ankles. She immediately reached for his jeans, tugging at the button, snatching at the zip in her eagerness to touch him.

They went down to the ground together at the base of the tree kissing and touching with increasing urgency among the tangles of fallen blue ropes.

Maggie's hands were on his throbbing cock. She lay invitingly on her back and he went with her. The sign around her neck was in the way and he snatched it free, tearing the string from the cardboard, and sent it scaling away like a frisbee. Her big, soft body welcomed him as she opened her legs. His cock brushed her pussy and then Maggie was guiding him inside. He thrust powerfully and moaned with pleasure as he slipped smoothly, wetly deep inside her. Maggie pushed her hips to meet him. Her hands were on his back, her nails digging into the skin. He felt her raise her legs and wrap them around him. They began to fuck smoothly and quickly. He was aware of Maggie's increasing excitement as his own pleasure continued to grow. She clawed at his back, urging him on, encouraging him. Her fingers were in his hair. Her cries grew louder. Suddenly she was pulling his hair and he realised she was trying to tell him something.

"-There's people!" she hissed, and Lenny froze mid-stroke.

Maggie had him in a bear hug, she was staring wide eyed to one side and as he followed her gaze he realised he could hear voices. His heart seemed to thud to a sudden, shocked standstill. From where they lay he was able to see along the overgrown path they'd taken and back to the main trail they'd followed from the car park.

He saw a woman stroll by. She was smiling, talking conversationally. Then a middle aged man. Two men. Someone laughed somewhere out of sight. There were half a dozen places, gaps between the trees and shrubs, where he saw either legs or glimpses of faces as they passed on the main trail. He saw six, eight, ten or more walking in a line. From the number of voices there were more coming. Men and women. Ramblers or hikers he guessed, a club of some kind. It would only take one of them to glance to the side and they'd be seen.

Maggie lay unmoving beneath him. There was nothing they could do to avoid discovery should anyone happen to turn their way. They lay frozen, stricken, hardly daring to breath, locked together. He watched in disbelief as more people continued to file past. The sound of their passage seemed to invade the silence of the place where they lay. He imagined one of them turning to the side, casually looking around, then a sudden wide eyed look of shocked surprise as their gaze picked out the two of them lying there naked. A hand suddenly raised to a stranger's mouth.

Lenny felt his cock strain deep inside Maggie's slick, warm, grasping pussy and without pausing to think he moved his hips and pushed slowly deeper inside her. Maggie jerked beneath him. She glared at him in sudden alarm, her eyes sent out a silent urgent warning, but he ignored it and drew himself back and pushed smoothly into her again. Part of his mind was aware of all the people filing by, he could hear the rustle of their clothing as they brushed through the undergrowth, but a greater part of his mind was taking in the more urgent signals from his cock.

Maggie looked up at him. Her eyes still wide with alarm but shining with an intensity he'd never seen before. There were leaves in her hair, smears of mud on her large, pale breasts, red marks where the ropes had been. She looked sexy, more desirable than ever, and he began to fuck her again, slowly at first, more cautiously than before. 

He saw movement at the edge of his vision, the yellow, blue and red jackets worn by the hikers, and heard snatches of conversations. He didn't care. They were joined together, Maggie was warm and soft beneath him, and he continued to fuck her slowly and deliberately. She frowned prettily and began to breath more deeply and he felt her legs tighten around him.

Someone laughed nearby, a man coughed, a woman said something about the weather as Lenny's cock slipped smoothly in and out of Maggie's pussy. He began to move faster. Maggie bit her lower lip, her hands were on his ass and they were moving smoothly and rhythmically together. He kept thrusting, knowing he wouldn't last much longer, feeling the start of his climax building. Maggie began to make low, urgent, excited sounds and he clapped a hand to her mouth. Her eyes briefly opened wide and then she began to thrust urgently beneath him. He felt himself beginning to cum as the throbbing length of his cock slipped smoothly, wetly, beautifully, perfectly inside her. Maggie's eyes were closed, she was moving urgently beneath him. His hand still covered her mouth as he felt himself cumming, exploding inside her. He continued to thrust violently between her legs as he felt it leaving him, pumping deep and hot and scalding inside her. Her fingers dug painfully into his ass. Her mouth opened beneath his hand as she convulsed beneath him and he suddenly felt a big, stupid grin on his face.

Immediately they were both laughing, but silently, trying not to make a sound. He was still inside her but their passion was spent and it was a mixture of relief and release and wonder at their own daring that made them smile.

He collapsed on top of her and kissed her neck and felt her shaking as she tried to control her amusement. When he glanced up he saw all the people had passed by and they seemed to be alone again.

They didn't talk as they quickly gathered their belongings. Lenny hastily stuffed the coils of blue rope into the back pack as Maggie performed a series of comical hops as she tugged on her jeans and closed them. Her face was flushed and happy and her breasts bounced attractively and then she turned away to get her top. They couldn't seem to look at each other without smiling.




Almost Caught



Lenny peered cautiously along the main trail. It was deserted.

"We'd better fuck off before anyone else comes," he said, and then they were hurrying back down the main trail side by side looking at each other and breaking out into huge happy grins.

They began to hurry, walking faster, laughing out loud now like a couple of teenagers who'd had a narrow escape instead of the adults they were. Lenny kept glancing back over his shoulder. Maggie carried her bra in one hand the ripped and creased FUCK ME sign in the other. They burst out of the trail in a flat out sprint for their car with Maggie's unsupported breasts bouncing and jumping under her thin top. There were ten other vehicles in the car park.

Lenny opened the door and threw the back pack into the back seat. They peeled out, spraying gravel, and raising dust and talked and laughed all the way home.




Almost Caught



Its two o'clock. I know I made a date with you. We talked, and you're busy, but I know you'll be here later, maybe five/six in the evening, and I'm looking forward to it. I haven't seen you in so long. But I know how you are. There's always some kind of work related item getting in the way. I worry a little that you may not come at all. 

Then my phone rings. Someone is here to see me, but its not you. It's him. 

'Wanna fuck?' he asks with a smile I can hear through the intercom. 

How dare he just turn up here and say that? I wonder to myself. But I know the answer. I punch the code that lets him enter the property. In moments he's knocking, and I let him in. I've already showered for you. I know that for what we want I don't want to be too squeaky clean. He closes the door behind him, and looks me over. I'm not wearing much, a vest and a short skirt over my thong panties. He grins at me.

'Nice,' he says, and reaches over to pinch firmly at my right nipple, which had already started hardening when I heard his voice in the first place. The thrill runs through me, and I feel that nipple harden all the way, and he pinches the other, smiling at the effect. 

When I look up at him I know that my eyes say 'Yeah, wanna fuck,' and my mouth is still hanging open from the gasps that came when my nipples got pinched. He lowers his head to my mouth, and slips his tongue over mine touching every spot I enjoy having kissed, and setting the rest of my body to tingling. I close my mouth onto his tongue, and we play and suck, mouths open half the time. 

His kiss is so different from yours, I think, but am soon lost as he begins to run his hands over my back and sides, and then up the inside of my leg, then over my mostly bare ass. He pulls me up in a close, crushing way, and his kiss gets harder, then I feel myself flipped around so my back is to him. His hands slide over my leg to the front, and his fingers slip into the wetness that has already moistened my underwear, then he lifts the panty and reaches under as his fingers begin to stroke the clit.  

I whimper when he takes the fingers away, but he only stuffs them into my mouth for me to suck myself off them. I moan and grind against him in response. His other had is struggling to unzip his pants. And I reach back blindly to help. He guides my hand to stroke the bulge in the pants. 

'Yeah, you wanna fuck right now.' 

He's got his cock out finally. He grabbs the thong, pulls it to the side, and begins rubbing his cock in my slit and over my ass-hole. Then he lines it up to the tight pussy, and presses gently over and over until the resistance gives way and he's in me, thrusting with his cock deep in me. He holds onto my body and begins to speed up the fuck. Pulls me up, grabs my breasts almost like leverage, and keeps at me. 

Uhn, he's so hard. I can hear the slapping noises as he thrusts harder, and I reach for my clit, so I can worry it. I'm grunting with the thrusts, and I feel him running his fingers over my ass. Suddenly the worrying takes effect, and I feel myself haunch down on him, and struggle to stay standing as my pussy tightens involuntarily over him. My fingers are watery slick now. I've cum and squirted into my hand. When I calm down a little he increases his thrusts, sending so many aftershocks through my body. 

He's gonna use my pussy to satisfy himself now, and I tell him that's what I want him to do. I can feel him tense, twist, and then grunt a little, and I can feel the throbs of his cock as he pours his satisfaction into me. I turn to him when he's spent finally, and we keep kissing until I end up on the bed with him on top of me. 

I don't know how it happened, but he's hard again, and he enters me again. This time he's slow. Crawling up into my pussy and grinding so deep inside that it is sweet pain. I arch my back for him, and he starts to suck my breasts, oh, yeah, that feeling of taking his cock while he squeezes one breast so hard that clear liquid spurts from the nipple, and he nurses from the other, sucking deep enough that I know he's drinking that liquid now. Slowly he rolls me over, so I'm straddling him, and my breasts hang over his face. He's still nursing, switching from one breast to the other while throwing it up inside me. I start to rub myself again. He slides his arms down so he's holding my hips, and really gives me, thrusting deep, hard and fast and stretching me to my limit. Then I feel him jerking inside me again. I lower my lips to his, kiss his mouth and neck while he cums. 

We lay there for a little while. This wasn't planned, I know he's got somewhere to be today, and just snuck in this visit. He gets up after a few minutes, showers, and prepares to leave. 

I look lazily at the clock. Three-thirty. I'll have time, quick shower and change, I think. I pull my clothes back into place, and see him into the parking lot, where I press the buzzer to let him out, but there's a familiar car at the gate. I'm not sure how long you've been there, or how much of our slightly touchy farewell you've seen. He lets you in, and you, ironically take the space his car just vacated. He glances at me, smiles, and leaves. I remain standing there to greet you, and feel the slight gush of some of his cum seeping out of me. 

I can't hide what happened from you. We made a date. Nervous, I walk back to the apartment with you following. You said hello, but there is something strange and lecherous about your smile, and the way you've rested your hand on my lower back and hurried me inside. The extent of my guilt is revealed as soon as the door closes behind us and you bend me over the side of the couch and lift my skirt up. The scent of pussy mixed with sweat and semen wafts into the air. 

'Whoring little slut,' you tell me, but your hands are caressing the sides of my back up and down, so I'm moving back and forth a little. You slap me on the ass after caressing the cheeks, and it stings. Again, again, again, again. My hips are starting to undulate now from the rocking motion, and I can feel myself getting wetter, as I'm aroused again. The juices are running down my legs. You pull the wet thong off, and string it over my head so the crotch is in my face, the wetness covering my mouth and nose. 

I feel you slip your fingers through the mess, back and forth, and then you move them to my ass. I groan as they slip in, and I remember that he played there, only an hour ago. The third finger squelches into my pussy, and oh, you've done me like this before. My hips move with the fingers and I moan and grunt as I take them. I'm a little sore, but it feels too good to stop, so I let it happen, until you make me cum there. 

You're whispering into my ear, and licking it. 'Swswsw, cum on, swswswswsw,' you stroke the side of my buttock, and very lightly stroke the clit still making that noise. It is when I feel my eyes roll over and my body sag in relief that I realize I'm pissing into your hands. 

You bend me over even further when the yellow liquid stops flowing. I hear you unzip. Feel you rubbing on the soppy, pre-stretched cunt. Your cock head is there, at the entrance, and then you press inside, and you are bending over me, surging into me, and I'm realizing you are the second to do this to me today. I feel you thickening in there, as if knowing that some of what you're sloshing through is his cum is turning you on more. I play with the poor sore clit again, trying to comfort my slutty little self. 

I feel your hands back on my ass now. Fingers and lube are slipping in as I groan, and I lose track of how many I'm taking. All I know is my ass is now stretched. Your thrusts are becoming erratic, I can feel you shuddering, and seconds later the familiar pump, pump, of your orgasm pouring into my sodden cunt. 

When it is over you take me into the bedroom, lay me on the bed. When the thong comes off my face your cock is beside my mouth, and you guide my head there, to your crotch to suck the taste of my pussy. It's bitter, and salty, and sour all at once. I gag, but you keep thrusting, get hard again in my mouth. 

You back off drenching me, and crawl between my legs instead. Your cock has a different plan, I know. The slick that has drained down my crack has mixed with the lube you poked up my ass hole earlier, and now I've closed enough so that I feel a little stretch as you enter, but it's not difficult. Missionary ass-fuck, I think to myself. 

Your face comes over mine, and you lower your mouth to taste mine. Soon I feel and taste the change in the kiss. Slime from your throat dribbles into my filthy mouth, and I taste, savor and swallow, moaning my pleasure as you kiss me and give it to me in the ass. 

I feel like I need to shit. You're in the way, the fart comes around you and you laugh in my face as I groan from the waves of pleasure spreading over my body. I know you feel it too. Soon, I think, soon, as the tingles from my groin spread until I have no sensation except that I'm cumming. I'm probably farting, but I can't help. I recover enough to feel you shudder, and spurt in my asshole. 

You lay there after. Apparently you're waiting for something. In a few minutes I feel more warm fluid filling my bowels. You're pissing. I wriggle, but you aren't going to stop. You hold me in place. You sure have a lot saved, and now I wonder if I'll leak. 

When you pull out I have to fight to get my sphincter closed and a trickle escapes. I have to run to make it to the potty where splutter into it while you watch. 

We shower after, I'm so sore that I'm swollen, but the lure of the shower head is too much, and I start to masturbate anyway. You watch me enjoy myself until I bring on what must be my fifth orgasm of the evening. You laugh at me. 'Cum, slut, cum, yeah, cum,' you tell me as I collapse against you in the throes of my pleasure. We get out and dry off, and you head back to your next appointment.

'I need to catch you more often,' you tell me as you leave.



Almost Caught!



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To what lengths would YOU go to avoid getting caught?

This is an entry in the Nude Day Story Contest. 

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I had mixed feelings about coming home for the summer. I was already in hot water for blowing the first semester grades with too much partying. Four A's and a B in the second semester were all that kept me alive. 

Dad wanted me to work for him for the summer, Mom was all for me doing an online repeat of one of my 'C's from the first semester. I wanted to hang out and take it easy, maybe go to the beach for a couple of weeks, head up to the lake to visit my new college girlfriend (woohoo!) when she and her school friends (WOOHOO!) got the use of it. 

I was mainly looking forward to seeing my old high-school gang. I was the only one going out of state, in this case to Rutgers, Dad's alma mater. Why I needed an MBA to take over the family business was a question I didn't even bother to debate.

In the end I was willing to work out a compromise. Working with Dad at his AC repair company paid well, and got me out of hot water, but it put me in 125 degree attics day after day. I had hated it in high-school, and hated it even more now. I'd also be spending half the summer retaking the course online. Some compromise, huh? At least I was going to be allowed to go to the beach some weekends, and to have one week off to hit the lake with my college friends.

That first week back from college was deadly. I'd forgotten just how hot it got up in those attics. Words can't do it justice. And the beginning of summer was our busiest time. I almost wished I could take the evening shift - we provide 24 hour emergency service, seven days a week, at a price. The evening shift was cooler, and paid better, but the regular guys got the good runs. The summer temp help, even if he was the son of one of the owners, got the crap jobs.

I'd been able to spend very little time with Rory and Jan, my two closest friends. Together for as long as I can remember, all my best memories somehow or other involved those two. Jan lived directly behind us, and Rory lived across the street at the end of the block. Crossing that street to hang out with the coolest kid in first grade got me one of the first beatings I remember, but it couldn't stop me. After about two weeks of punishment, the parents finally gave in and gave me the run of the block. We'd been pretty inseparable ever since. And it had been the first real glimpse of a stubborn streak in me, that was both bane and boon. 

The fence between my yard and Jan's had a gap in it we'd carefully tended since second grade, and I was still as happy to see my buddy appear out of the bushes as I was when we first created that opening. Jan was my best friend and confidant, the first to know all of my secret crushes, and failed attempts at becoming cooler and more popular, especially with the likes of 'it' girl Cindy Pepson and queen cheerleader Nanette Quinlan. We'd played doctor and learned about the difference between boys and girls in her bedroom, as young kids, and even more as middle schoolers. She'd been my first kiss, and we'd even practiced for the real thing, pretending what it would be like with a real boyfriend / girlfriend someday. After middle school she'd been my adviser, and fall back 'partner' when we couldn't get dates to the prom or the Valentine's day dance. What we had now was a purely platonic relationship, although on occasion I'd thought about pushing the envelope, and she'd appeared, to my chagrin, in more than a few of my fantasies.

I knew nothing would ever come of it. She was too important to me to risk our friendship, no matter how tempting the thought was. And late at night, with the lights off, when my hard cock's only companion was my hand, it was VERY tempting.

I got home from the last service call a total wreck. My day started at 7:00 am, and ended when the final customer was service, often after 6:00 pm. Yet today, I was pulling into the driveway by 2:30. I was a little surprised that Dad let me take off early on a week day. Business must have been a little slow. Or maybe he understood how hard that first week of 10 hour, 120 degree days, was for me. I didn't know how I was going to survive a summer of that torture. 

Walking in the house, Rory was in the kitchen talking to Mom about his school year, and his 4.0 GPA, making me look bad. The bastard. Everything came so easy for him. I was a little surprised he'd decided to stay local to go to school. I mean, sure, SMU is a great school and all, but he could have gone everywhere.

Jan, on the other was doing her first two years at the Community College. Her family didn't have a lot of money, and it seemed a good way to get her grades up and save a few bucks. 

I took a quick shower, to clean up and cool off, but 10 minutes later I was still burning up. It was 102 degrees outside, another typical north Texas day. Mark and I headed to the backyard porch with our beers, Mom was pretty liberal about that stuff, and a sandwich which I didn't really have an appetite for.

Rory was giving me a hard time about working all summer. No chance to head down to San Marcos for some tubing, or Galveston for some beach fun. Not for me. Oh no, I would be sweating my balls off in some stranger's attic 10 hours a day for $15 bucks an hour. Everyone else got $30+. Being the owner's son wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

He was grilling me about my new college girlfriend, Jessica, and wanted all the intimate details.

"Got any pictures?" he asked.

I pulled out my wallet, and showed him her photo. She was pretty, and I was proud of it. We'd been together for almost 8 weeks, and the night before I left, we'd finally done it. Almost 19 years old and I was no longer a virgin.

"Fuck that," he said tossing it back. "Got any good pictures? You know, showing a little, hell, a lot more?"

I reached behind the first picture, pulling out a winner. Jessica looked great, posing in a lacy black bra, skin-tight black shorts, and a fedora tilted back and showing her pretty face and long brown hair. We'd been practicing taking 'glamorous' shots, and this one was the best.

"Pictures of who?" I heard Jan's voice, just moments before she appeared through the hedge.

"His college sweetie. She puts out." Rory practically yelled.

"Shh! Cool it Rory, my Mom is in the kitchen," I reminded him.

He just laughed, taking the wallet from me and looking her over. "Better. Now where's the good stuff?"

"Well it's about fucking time!" Jan laughed, stealing my beer. She was in jean shorts and a bikini top that she had probably worn when she was in 6th grade. She wasn't much bigger on top now than she was then. She was cute, don't get me wrong, and looked great in shorts, but as far as tits go, she really got the short end of the stick. We didn't tease her about it much, she was pretty sensitive about it. It only came up when we were really fighting, which was about ever other month. Sometimes I was still surprised that the three of us had remained such good friends all this time. She had a temper that was absolutely volcanic, and Rory was a horrible tease, and an obnoxious flirt. Of course it was up to me to resolve all major issues, the glue that kept this trio together.

Rory, with the athlete's body, big brain, and natural good looks. Me, the lanky (I prefer that to skinny) computer geek who was always an outsider, and Jan, the real trouble maker, who'd been suspended three times in High School alone, always the rebel, never afraid to take a stand no matter how ill considered or stupid. Her short, bright pink hair was an homage to her uniqueness. And yet, as odd a match as imaginable, there we were.

Jan took the wallet from me and looked over my freshman conquest. "Not bad, Derek my man. Who'd have thought you had it in you? Or had it in her? You're coming up in the world." She laughed, passing me back my photos.

"I'd say coming anywhere other than a sweat sock is up for this guy," Rory teased.

"Really? And how about you? Doing any better?" I asked him.

I should have left it alone. He pulled out his iPhone, entered a password, and passed it to me. He must have had a hundred pictures in there of himself with at least five different girls in numerous poses, all naked, and more often than not attached to his nether appendage. The bastard. He'd done Ok in high-school, usually had a girlfriend, and was the first to lose his virginity as a sophomore. He rubbed that in our faces for years. But this? This was ridiculous.

Jan leaned over my shoulder while I breezed through the pics. Apparently I was going to fast for her - she grabbed the phone from me, and took control of the picture display. "God, the sluts at SMU must really be desperate. I hope you've been getting regular checkups. I can see you don't have the good sense to use protection. Hell, I think I saw this skank on Real Sex the other night. And that blonde, what's she, an old folk's home escapee?"

He leaned over and looked. "Naw, that's Tina, the blonde in the other picture's Mom. Man, she was hot to trot."

"You are such a fucking liar, Ror," Jan told him.

"Keep looking." 

Sure enough, a few pictures later, the older blonde was standing side by side with her daughter, smiling for the camera. The resemblance was undeniable. "You're a real piece, aren't you." Jan finally admitted, shaking her head. 

"You're welcome to find out anytime," Rory told her. "Always time in my busy schedule for old friends."

"You wish, you sicko. I'd never let you put that thing in me. I KNOW where it's been."

The two of them were at each other all the time. I was kind of surprised they'd never gotten together. Jan and I, on the other hand, didn't have the same kind of relationship. Ours was a lot closer, but not nearly as teasing or open about things sexual, not since we'd been able to do something about it. I think we knew just a little too much about each other's love life, or lack thereof. I was looking forward to getting together, just the two of us, and catching up on the long year we'd spent apart.

"What are we doing out here, melting in this sun? Why don't we hit the pool?"

The community pool was only about 4 blocks away. When we were younger we'd spent most of our summers there.

"I was by there earlier. You couldn't find enough open water to get your toes wet. Every brat in the area is there with their mommies and nannies.

"All those MILFs? I'm surprised you didn't stay," Jan said.

"Yeah. Me too. I hate to say it but I've missed you guys. Even your skinny ass."

"I knew it. We're here ten minutes, and you're already fixated on my outrageous body, perv." She did a slow pirouette for us, arms raised high, teasing as always. She might have been skinny, but her ass was the exception. It belonged on a girl about half again her size. Bodacious.

We talking about hitting the mall, or maybe even catching a movie, at least it would be cool in the theater, but I think we all just wanted to spend some time together. Like the old days.

"Let's hit old man Wilson's pool," Jan finally suggested.

"Shit, Jan. I was grounded for two weeks last time we pulled that stunt. The guy has no sense of humor." I reminded her. The Wilson's were two doors down from her place, and you could get there by sneaking behind their neighbor's fence. The Wilson's had a huge yard, built for entertaining, with a long gorgeous pool, a patio, and even a hot tub. And it was always empty. Always. They never used it. It was a frigging shame.

"It's not even 3 o'clock yet. They won't be home for hours. What they don't know won't hurt them." She stood up and headed for the back-line. "I'm going. Who's gonna join me?"

As usual, it was hard to say no to Jan. She would go without us, and berate us for days for being cowards. Always the wild one. And it seemed that I was the one always paying the price. Rory could talk his way out of anything, and Jan's parents pretty much had given up trying to control her. Me? I was the one with the parents who still thought I wasn't too old for a whipping, or for being grounded. Already in trouble to boot.

And yet, there I was, following in Rory's footsteps, head bent low, sliding between the hedge and the fence, until we were standing next to Jan, peeking into the Wilson's yard. 

"Coast is clear. I told you so. Damn, that water looks good." She hopped the fence, and sprinted 20 yards or so into the shade of the gazebo.

The yard was nice, but kind of weird. The Wilson kids had been years ahead of us, and I don't even remember what they looked like. Yet the yard was still set up for young kids, with a swing-set, a trampoline, and an honest-to-God playhouse that had seen better days. The back yard was huge, but the pool was right up by the house. You had to cross about 30 yards of open space to get to it, and I always felt like someone was watching from one of the upstairs windows.

It took us less than a minute to strip down to our underwear, and sneak into the pool. Even knowing the house was empty, we still kept it down, not wanting to alert the neighbors to our trespassing.

Rory had a pair of loose boxers that could have been a swim suit. Jan, on the other hand, wore a pair of small pink cotton panties that barely covered half her ass. I was wearing the usual. Dammit.

"Aww, Derek, still rocking the tighty-whities I see. And you still managed to score in college. The Rutger's girls must really be hard up." Jan teased.

"I wasn't planning on going swimming," I reminded her, splashing her.

We were horse-playing, splashing around, and mostly just hanging out, recalling some of our high-school shenanigans.

"Remember when we went skinny dipping here? Right before graduation?" Jan asked.

"Remember? Three in the morning, and the police cars show up out front. Damn old man Wilson. I lost my shorts and my Aerosmith t-shirt that night. I really loved that shirt." Rory recalled.

"I almost got caught sneaking in the house naked," I reminded them. "If I hadn't ducked into the laundry room I would probably have been grounded all summer, instead of just two weeks.

"Let's do it again." Jan suggested.

"Skinny dipping? Now? In the day-time?" was the best reply I could muster.

"Sure, why not?" She reached down below the surface of the water, coming up with her wet panties. She waved them above her head, and tossed them to the side of the pool. "C'mon, the big college boys aren't shy, are they?" She reached behind her and pulled off her top, exposing her small boobs capped with large swollen nipples which seemed completely out of place on her. The nipples and aureole, the way they were now, nearly doubled the size of her tiny knockers. I'd never seen them in that state - I'm sure I'd have remembered. Not that I was complaining. Not by a long shot.

Rory was always up to her challenges, and tossed his boxers onto the diving board. "Up to you, Derek." 

I was nervous. I'll admit it. The first time, I'd been drunk, it had been late, and it was pitch black outside. This was in the middle of the day, and I was way too sober. It would be bad enough getting caught, but getting caught naked?

"Stop thinking about it D, and just do it," Jan griped, exasperated. 

I reached down and pulled off my underwear, tossing it just beyond where her clothes lay. I stayed apart from the other two, and contemplated turning to face the pool wall, at least for a while. I was getting hard, and if they noticed I'd never hear the end of it.

Jan went for a dive underwater, swimming between us, reaching out and poking us both in the butt. She came up sputtering. "Jesus, Rory. What's got you all hard and horny?"

He just smiled at her, not the least bit ashamed. "What do you think? You're looking pretty good there, girl. Naked suits you."

She blushed, for once at a loss for words, and took another dive, coming up right in front of me. "Wow, D, nice one. Looks like you're enjoying the view too." She bounced up in the water, bringing her tits above the waterline, giving me another look at those oversized nipples,l easily within reach.

I didn't know what to say. She was pretty as could be, naked as the day she was born, and leaning against the wall about half an inch beyond my achingly hard cock. If I had the balls to try it, I could be inside of her in seconds. Hell, if Rory was standing where I was, I bet he'd give it a shot.

Whatever I was going to say, would have had to wait. Suddenly, the speakers beside the pool starting blaring music, and we knew our collective gooses were cooked. 

"Shit," Rory swore, and took off for the end of the pool to collect his underwear off the diving board, while Jan and I scrambled like mad out of the pool making a run for our underthings. Looking back, I could already see the screen door opening. We were done for.

The kid's playhouse was about 5 feet away, and I made a dash for it. I squeezed through the minuscule door into a tiny space, maybe three feet all around. I was just turning sideways, when Jan's face came in through the door. "Move!" she hissed.

"Where?" I whispered, turning as best as I could and getting my head up into the raised space in the back. It was a lousy position, all cramped and I couldn't see anything but the roof.

Jan wasn't to be stopped. I felt her crawl on top of me, knees, elbows and hips poking me hard. It only took her a few seconds to squeeze in there. If I bent my head down and sideways, I could just see her back. She was sitting on my thigh, and looked to be, if possible, even more uncomfortable then I was. 

"I think we got away with it," she whispered very softly, easing the door closed behind her.

It was hot in there. In more ways than one. "Who is it?" I asked. 

"I think it's their daughter, Denise, and some guy, maybe a husband?" she answered. "He's in the pool and she's sunning herself, nude."

"Really?" Then I realized what that meant. "Shit. We may be in here a while," I groused.

"It's an adventure," she reminded me. "Just be patient."

I tried to be good and held my position for a few minutes. I was afraid to move, afraid of poking her with my hard-on, or touching her in places that I shouldn't. I didn't want her to think I was trying anything. But the ache in my legs and back were building up to be almost unbearable, and I was starting to get a cramp. "I've gotta move."

"Go slow," she whispered. "And don't move forward or I won't be a virgin anymore."

I giggled. "Right, you a virgin. I thought Bobby took care of that senior year?"

"I'm still a virgin in that hole," she said. Suddenly I felt her ass rubbing against my still hard rod. "So be careful." I felt her weight lift up off of me, allowing me some room to adjust.

I managed to move sideways a bit, and pull my head out of the awkward opening above. I could now see that she was curled up almost in a ball, her back arched, her naked ass pointed right at me. She was balanced on her toes and fingertips. The view was mesmerizing. "Hurry and get comfortable. I can't stay like this forever," she reminded me.

What I wanted, more than anything else right then, was too dirty for words. In our current situation, I'd have had to be a contortionist. Oh well.

I turned a bit, and slid one leg over her back. I shifted and put my back against the rear wall, spreading my legs and bending my knees. My head was pressed against the ceiling, and I had to slide my hips forward about a foot just to fit. I was wedged in good and tight, but I was resting against the three walls, and my feet were pressed against the fourth. I was moving slowly, distracted by the smooth, sexy ass about a foot away from my face. This was a better view of a girl's privates then I'd ever seen in my life. Jessica liked the dark. 





Almost Caught!



Looking down, I realized my stiff cock was only about an inch away from her pink little girl parts. Smooth and moist, not all that different from what I'd first seen all those years ago, hiding under her covers. All I had to do was grab her hips and pull her back. That was all. I might as well have tried to climb Everest barefoot, for all the likelihood of that happening. 

"I don't suppose you could convince that thing to do down, could you? It's taking up half the space in here." Jan whispered.

"With a view like this? Not in this lifetime. I'll probably be hard until August." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I sounded like Rory.

I almost died when she reached behind her and took my hard rod in her hand. She bent it forward, and sat on me just behind it. When she released it, I could feel it pressing against her. My imagination ran wild.

She slowly unfolded, moving my legs at will, wrapping hers around them, and sitting back. She was laying against my chest, her head beside mine at an angle. "Damn, I almost cramped up. My thighs are killing me."

Always the gentleman, I reached forward and started rubbing the backs of her legs, from just behind her knees, all the way down to her delightful butt. Damn, it felt good on my end.

She turned to look at me, but didn't say a word. There was a slight smile on her lips that I wanted to erase it with my own daring lips. I wanted to press my mouth against hers, feel her lips open up, her tongue twining with mine. That's what I wanted to do. Instead, I smiled back, and held her, my hands already daring far more than I would ever have dreamt of, squeezing the back of her thighs, almost at her butt, my fingertips just inches away from her warm, dark secrets.

Our bodies were already sweating profusely from being in the dark, cramped space. The threadbare carpet underneath us was rough, and smelled of decay. The cramped hot space reminded be of being in that attic all day, and had me second thinking my job just for a second, before I came back to reality, and the glorious present, with my naked best friend laying on me, her entire spectacular nudity on display. I'd suffer the heat.

Her eyes slid past mine and peeked out the window next to us. "Oh my God, we might be here a while."

I looked out to see that the woman, Denise if our guess was right, was giving the lucky guy a blow-job. She was in the water, and he was seated on the side of the pool, maybe 20 feet away. They were turned sideways to us, and I could clearly see his rod disappearing in her willing mouth. The lucky bastard.

We both watched them for several minutes. I was getting hornier by the moment. My hands were still massaging Jan's long slim legs, but I'd moved to the inside of her thigh's without even realizing it. She was breathing hard.

"Shh," I whispered, almost in her ear.

She started to turn a little and almost slid off my lap. I reached for her sides, holding her still, and left my hands where they'd landed, one of them half covering her breast, my fingertip just barely brushing her hard nipple. She adjusted just a bit, and settled back. She was soaked in sweat, as was I, and our bodies were slippery against each other. I could feel the sweat rolling down my chest, pooling against her back. The aching in my stiff cock was unbearably distracting.

"Sorry," she whispered so softly I had to lean even closer to hear. "This is a precarious position."

"I don't mind, get comfortable," I told her generously.

"Comfortable? I'd be happy with pain-free."

While we watched the extended blow-job, and I have to say, the guy had stamina, my hands moved in and found her breasts. I was in heaven.

"Geez, Derek. Here?" she asked softly, but twisted against my hands, her slippery butt, sliding lower, pressing my hard-on against her.

I squeezed her breasts, pulling her tight against my body. My head was in the crux of her neck, and I tasted her skin. My hands had a mind of their own, capturing her hard nipples, pulling and squeezing.

"God, look at that," she gasped, still staring out the window, while my hands had free reign.

I turned and looked out our little cross-hatched window. The mystery couple had switched places and the man's head was between her legs. She leaned back on her arms, eyes closed, big breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths.

"Now those are some tits," Jan said softly, resentfully.

"No thanks," I whispered, kissing her moist neck, tasting her saltiness. "I'll take these over those fake things any day."

She twisted and looked into my eyes. "Oh really?"

"Absolutely," I said. Still fearing rejection, I hesitantly leaned forward and kissed her. She parted her lips and her tongue brushed my teeth, making my aching hard-on twitch. Sweet Jesus! I was kissing her!

She pulled away slowly, with a big smile. "Careful down there; I felt that."

She leaned back against me, my hands still playing with her adorable little titties, tugging on those amazing nipples which were hard and had swollen to take up two thirds of her breasts. She sighed and we watched the action outside together.

"That's making me so damn horny," Jan confessed when our lady friend screamed out her first huge orgasm.

"You?" I laughed, catching myself from being too loud. "I'm rocking a twenty minute hard-on, and the sexiest girl I've ever known is naked in my lap. I swear I'm about to explode."

"Poor baby." Her hand reached down between her legs, and I felt her fingers slowly stroke me. "I don't recall this guy being so big."

"I guess things have changed a bit since 7th grade." I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of her hand. 

"Shit, I wish I'd known. I'm sure I could've gotten you laid with this thing. You've been keeping secrets."

"Not from you," I reminded her. "Never."

Her motion changed and she caressed my cockhead. "I know. No secrets between us, ever."

I squeezed her, kissing her neck. "Speaking of secrets, when did you start shaving down there? I was hoping to see if your hair was pink all over."

That earned me a sharp elbow in the ribs. I figured it was worth it.

I moved one of my hands off of her breast, and slid it down her slender belly, reaching down and touching her moist folds. I loved the feel of her fat pussy lips, and rubbed her. My middle finger slowly entered her folds, feeling the moist heat of her insides.

"God, you're being bad, D," she murmured, rubbing her hand across my throbbing cock. "Look, there they go."

I peeked, and saw the couple walking to the nearest lounge chair, not much more than a dozen feet away. The man sat down, his hard cock standing straight up. The lady leaned over and sucked him, then straddled the chair and sat down on his rod. She slowly sank down, squeezing her big breasts. His hands reached up and joined hers, manhandling those massive tits, while she started to move up and down. 

The scenario made me braver than I would ever have thought possible. I pulled my fingers out, pulled my cock back toward her, and slowly pushed the head into her sopping slit.

"Not now, Derek. Not like this," she said softly. 

I wasn't to be denied, not now. Not with her naked in my lap. "I have to," I confessed. I wriggled my hips, pushing up, my hand guiding me deeper into her, until I had at least half of it inside of her. Her tightness was almost unbearable, and I had to concentrate not to explode inside of her immediately.

"Derek, please. We can't," she murmured, but didn't do anything to stop me.

"Just this, Ok?" I asked her, closing my eyes and savoring the feeling of being inside of her. Ignoring my own words, I nudged further into her.

"Damn it, D. Stop and think what you're doing," she groaned, leaning back and closing her eyes. "It's me, Jan."

"I've thought about it for years, Jan." My stubborn streak was kicking in, and after going this far, there was no way I was going to stop. I pulled her up my body, pulling part way out, then slid her back down my sweaty torso, sinking back inside of her.

"Gentle," she moaned. "You're bigger than my boys and my toys." She arched her back pushing down on her hips, and I slid in even deeper. Incredible. I was inside my best friend, and loving every moment of it.

I reached down with my hands and grabbed her soft butt cheeks, my hands slipping until I got a nice good grip on her ass. I lifted her up, getting a little space between us. It allowed just enough maneuvering room for me to thrust up into her. Up and down, deeper and deeper, taking this steaming hot girl. My very best friend. The little girl I'd walked to elementary school with every day. The girl who'd given me my first kiss. The girl who'd shown me the difference between boys and girls, under the covers with a flashlight, uncovering one of the great mysteries of life. The girl who helped me drown my misery in half a pepperoni pizza and a double chocolate shake, after Cindy shot me down in flames, laughing at me, embarrassing me in front of everybody that I thought mattered back when. The girl who shared all her dreams and fantasies with me. 

Fuck fantasies. This was sooo much better.

The effort on my arms was more than I could sustain, and just when I thought I'd have to lower her, her slippery butt slipped out of my hands, dropping her down, impaling her. She surprised me by leaning forward, bending almost in two, and grabbing my ankles. She pulled her feet in closer, forcing my legs together. Jan, sweet Jan, lifted her hips up, then slammed them down onto me, taking me completely in one stunning move. When she lifted her hips again, I could see her sweat slick ass perfectly, and watched my rod disappear into her as she started fucking me, her hips rising and falling, taking my entire length over and over. The sight of it was mind-blowing.

The sweat poured off of my forehead, and I grabbed the only cloth available, her tiny panties, and wiped my face. The smell of chlorine and her own musky scent hit me like a Mike Tyson uppercut, and I inhaled deeply, stunned, laying her soaked panties on my chest.

I suddenly realized, she'd never even tried to put them back on. The teasing hussy!

I pressed back against the rear wall, lifting her up by her full ass, and thrusting against her as she came back down. I was afraid I was going to push through the rear wall of the old playhouse, bringing the old building down on us. 

The whole thing was too much for me, and I felt the tension in my nuts. "I have to come," I warned her.

"Do it. Come for me," she hissed, her pale cheeks bouncing up and down with abandon. I grabbed her hips and pushed up into her, coming hard, painfully so. It wouldn't stop; I just kept shooting into her, for what seemed like ages. Even when I thought I was done, with a push from my hips I exploded into her again. And again. Finally I released her, massaging her where I'd been squeezing, trying to erase the red marks I'd left on her fair skin, and she sat down and back, collapsing on me. 

"Wow," she murmured. "That was unexpected."

We both giggled at that, while I caressed her long slender body.

I was still inside her, and I reached around and started playing with her pussy, stroking it, rubbing it, pressing down on her clit, waiting for her to stop me. Waiting in vain.

I found a motion she seemed to like, two fingers in her pussy, pushing in above my cock, which was staying semi-hard. My other hand was rubbing her clit in little circles that had her whimpering. It sounded so sexy, I was going to do whatever I could to get her off. I kept up the same steady motion, rubbing her clit, and fingering the inside of her, while my cock started to harden. It took a few minutes, but I was learning her body, enjoying the hard won knowledge. I nudged my hips back and forth, moving just a little inside of her tightness. Her hands reached back and gripped my sides, painfully, her nails digging in, and I saw her bite her lip and grunt. I could feel her pussy tensing around my fingers, as she came for me. It was beautiful, and too damn hot for words. 

Yeah. I did that. I made the wild thing come for me. For once, I really felt like a man.

She turned and clung to me, kissing me, her tongue exploring my mouth. I was hard as a rock, and was almost willing to go outside and face the music, just to have enough room to fuck my lifelong friend with complete abandon.

It took some work, but I managed to bend her over, and leaning one way, then the other, positioned my legs outside of hers. It felt like I was getting a back full of splinters as I pushed against the roof and got over her, on my knees, my chest to her back. Reaching between us blind, I pushed and probed, wringing a few giggles from her, which turned into a huge sigh when I finally found her opening and slid into her. I fucked her like it was my mission in life, plowing into her fiercely, bouncing her head off the far wall. 

"Easy, D. I don't want to go home with a concussion," she warned.

The music from the speakers was still going, and I could hear the faint strains of Dire Straits, Brothers in Arms, setting a rhythm for me. I slowed down and found a comfortable pace, as comfortable as was possible in our predicament. It was so right, so natural to envelope her in my arms, while my thick cock, fed her insides. Before the song ended I was amazed to hear her moaning that she was going to come for me. Yes!

I fucked her through her delightful orgasm, my thighs burning and on the verge of letting me down. I wanted more, so much more, but I'd have to move before I screamed.

I pulled out, and with a lot of awkward and sometimes painful movements and contortions, including one particularly hard knee to the head that had me seeing stars, I was able to lay her on her back, her legs pulled back, shins beside her head. I leaned over her, bracing my feet against the wall behind me, and slid back into her. Bending over as far as I could, my knees embracing her hips, I fucked my beautiful friend, kissing her and mauling her sensitive titties.

I felt like Superman, pounding into her. The man of steel. I couldn't move more than a few inches in any direction, but my hips had free reign, and I stroked her long and deep, on and on, like I was never going to stop. It was epic. She shifted a few times, moving about, until she found a position that seemed less difficult, and pulled her knees down beside her tits, raising her hips to me. I tried a few different angles, as much as I could without knocking out a wall or two, settling in for the long haul when she whispered, "There, right there. Fuck me D."

God she felt good. My cock swelled and filled her, while I plunged her depths. Wild horses couldn't have pulled me off of her right then. After several minutes I saw the changes in her, her face flushing bright red, her legs tensing, her moans quickening, and she started to come on my cock. Christ, she was responsive! I kept at her, steadily, fucking her hard, and her orgasm seemed to be unending. On and on it went, her eyes open wide, unseeing. She was moaning out of control, senseless sounds pouring out of her, and I put my hand over her mouth, trying to keep her quiet, while her pussy spasmed madly over my cock. 

She squirted on me, soaking my cock and balls, and feeding my fragile ego. Fuck yeah, she was enjoying this, maybe even more than me! Just when I was afraid she'd pass out from coming so hard, she lost that glazed looked and stared at me in wonder. 

I grinned stupidly. "I love you too." 

I picked up the pace and fucked her harder, grabbing her shoulders and pounding her as hard and fast as I could. I was afraid I was going to bring the house down on us. It was rattling but I couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. Sadly, I felt that feeling of impending release, knowing this ride was all but over. I leaned down and kissed her hard while I filled her sweet, tight pussy once more, grinding into her, draining my need into her delicious opening.

I was gasping in the stifling heat, beyond exhaustion, when I heard a chuckle from outside the playhouse. Anxiously I turned and looked and saw a face looking in each window. 

"You guys can come out now, that can't be comfortable," I heard one of our unknown hosts say.

Embarrassed, and yet regretful, I pulled out of my old friend and new lover, and squeezed back into the corner so she could escape our confines. Jan crawled out on her hands and knees, moving tentatively. I couldn't help myself, and I ran my fingers along her pussy and ass, as it departed from view, suddenly nervous that I might never see that incredible sight again. 

I grabbed our scraps of clothing, and followed after her, ready to face the music.

Our hosts were standing before us, as naked as we were. They were probably in their late 20's, maybe 30, and looked even better up close. The woman had curves on her curves, and big round tits that probably deserved their own zip-code. They had to be store bought, the way they stood up high and screamed for attention. The man was tall and fit, towering over all of us, with dark hair and a very shortly trimmed beard. I was almost afraid to look below his waist. They were the epitome of good looks and sexiness. Damn, this was so much better than getting caught by old man Wilson.

"Hi, I'm Denise, and that's my playhouse you just defiled," the woman said with a smile, holding out her hand. 

We introduced ourselves, still feeling awkward, our underthings in my sweaty grasp.

"You better leave before Mom and Dad come home," Denise said. "I don't think they'd approve of naked strangers rutting in their yard." She smiled, taking away any sting her words might impart. "I have to say, having you two watch us was one of the sexiest things ever. That, and seeing you in that tiny house, fucking like rabbits."

"Sorry," I said. "We just came over for a quick swim, and well, we hid in there so we wouldn't get caught. I guess you know the rest."

"God, it was hot watching you two," Jan remarked. "Off the hook."

"We'll be here the whole month. Next time you feel like a swim, or whatever, just come on over. I think we could be good friends," Denise said.

Her words and open admiration of our naked bodies had me believing that the opportunity might be there to be REALLY good friends. I looked her over smiling, and as unbelievable as it was, felt myself getting hard.

"Look, Mark, I think he likes me," Denise giggled.

He grinned, reaching out and cupping her ass. "What's not to like?"

Jan looked down and saw my reaction. "Jesus, Derek. Again?"

I reached over and pulled my friend, my very special friend, close. "I think we might just take you up on that offer sometime."

"Great. Come over any time. I'll let the parents know you're guests. But next time bring a suit, just in case." Denise came over and gave us each a hug. "Don't be strangers, and don't make us wait too long." Her hand reached down and brushed my awakening cock, sending shivers down my spine. Shivers? In 100 degree weather? I guess I did like her.

They turned and left us, heading back indoors, looking just as hot from behind. Jan and I made a beeline for the gazebo where we got dressed, silently.

I had just fucked my best friend. Even after she asked me not to. I had fucked her over and over again, like an animal out of control. What was I thinking? I was no better than Rory. Fuck.

I didn't know how badly things were messed up between us. Jan looked quiet and pensive as she covered up her sweet body, turning away from me, giving me one more long look at her oh-so-incredible ass. I wanted to say something. Tell her how special she was. How it wasn't an accident, I'd wanted her for years. I couldn't help myself, I would explain, she was too hot, too naked, too available. Fuck. I didn't know what to say. I had to say something. Had I ruined everything?




Almost Caught!



"I guess Rory made a clean getaway," I finally blurted. 

How lame.

"Like I really give a rats ass?" Jan answered. 

Shit. I had totally fucked things up. Fifteen years of friendship down the drain. The best and worst day of my life, all in a span of 30 minutes. I could at least be a man about it. I wasn't going to let her see me cry. Not this time.

She reached over and took my hand, and lead me back between the houses. When we got to our yards, she turned left heading toward her place, still pulling me along by the hand.

"My parents won't be home for hours. Let's see if it's half as good, with a real bed under us. And this time, let me breathe when I'm coming."

It was going to be an awesome summer.

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