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After Dinner

By: BigTri



We were stood in the kitchen. I was making hot drinks for those dinner guests who wanted them. Our bodies were pressed against each other, my right hand sliding over your tight left bum cheek, you murmured “That’s nice.” in my ear, and rubbed my back with your hands.

We kissed quickly, you chuckled and said “I hope no one comes in and catches us like this.”

I laughed, thinking to myself that I really didn’t care if we were caught. My hand continued it’s stroking of your fabulous arse, sliding to the top of your leg, and squeezing, pulling you closer as I hugged tighter. As my hand continued to stoke your bum, our lips met in a hungrier kiss, my left hand moved down to join the right, and pulled you even closer, squeezing your bum.

We stopped kissing. Staring at each other, our lust obvious in the shining of our eyes.

I began to kiss your cheek, and moved downwards, kissing your chin, and then began to nibble and kiss your neck, you squirmed against me, little squeals of delight coming from your throat.

My hands began to lift up your skirt, feeling the hot flesh below, your bare bum fantastic to the touch, as I pulled your skirt up and bunched it at your waist. I moved away from the counter, which I had been leaning against, and lifted you up, your legs wrapped round me. I turned round, and sat you on the edge of the counter.

My lips, worked on your neck, covering you with sweet kisses.

I stopped, and looked at you, your face was flushed, and I looked down, and saw the outline of your erect nipples through your fantastic tight white top.

You smiled as you saw my reaction, and reached to my crotch, pulling me back towards you, kissing me hard, your tongue pushing it’s way into my mouth, as your hand began to rub my already stiff knob.

You put both hands down there, and unzipped my fly, undid the button, and slid my jeans down, grasping my naked arse as the jeans slid to the floor. My dick was straining against the flimsy netting of the thong I wore and you slid one hand back to continue its previous work.

All the while, our tongues had been fighting for supremacy. You slid your hand inside my thong, and grasped my hard erect cock. I shuddered at the contact.

My hands which had been gently kneading your clothing clad breasts continued their work, the left sliding its way down between us until it was rubbing at your clit through your tiny silk e-string panties.

My fingers worked their way under the material of your panties, touching your hot wet flesh. You let out a loud moan, as I slid a finger deep into your moist pussy. Sliding it in and out of your moist channel, stimulating your clit with my thumb as I continued to saw my finger in and out. You shuddered at the exquisite contact, and moaned into my mouth.

You pulled me toward you by my cock. I pulled your panties to one side, and you guided me into your waiting hole.

I moaned with pleasure as my cock slid into you, your hips bucking as I began to slide rhythmically in and out. Our breathing getting louder as we started to reach the full heights of our passion. Our bodies entwining, and becoming one, as we mated for the first time. Our groins grinding together, lubricated by your plentiful juices. As we thrust against each other, the squelching noise of sex was unmistakable. The aroma of sex, tangy and primal, began to invade our senses, and we totally lost control.

My mouth worked its way round your neck, as I continued to pump in and out. Your nails dug into my back, and your hips bucked harder. My thrusts were getting harder, and your moans were getting louder, I stopped kissing your neck, and nibbled your ear gasping. “I’m going to cum, are you getting there?”

Your voice, choked with emotion “I’ll be there just keep going for a few more seconds.” you gurgled.

I continued thrusting, at the same rate. Your body began to shake as you reached orgasm, your head arched back, I kissed your exposed neck, you screamed in total ecstasy, and I threw back my head and shouted “I’m cumming.”

I thrust deep into you, and ejaculated, continuing to thrust as I finished cumming, holding deep inside you as my cock finished jetting its load.

I looked at your face, and noticed you staring over my shoulder, your eyes wide in shock. I looked over my shoulder to see the other dinner guests standing by the dining table staring at us open mouthed, and then I turned round and kissed you on the mouth, running my hands over your breast, as my cock began to slip out of your pussy.

I turned round, looked at them, my limp dripping cock hanging there for all to see, and said, with a smile of satisfaction on my face “Does anybody else want to join our little party?”

And that is another story entirely.

After Dinner



Mick, Jason and Molly enjoyed a lovely meal. They chatted like old friends. Both men during the course of the meal had felt Molly's cunt under the table. Teasing her by fingering her, or just wiggling the tips of two fingers inside.

When Molly kissed Mick, Jason smiled. Then he kissed Molly tasting Mick's lips on his wife's.

By mutual consent they moved to the bedroom. They undressed each other, Jason undressed Mick, and Mick undressed Molly and Molly undressed Jason. Each touching the other into a state of arousal.

They lay on the bed touching each other, Molly loved having two stiff cocks to play with, taking Mick's cock and sucking it. She gently teased him. Cupping his balls in her hand and rolling them together.

Jason positioned himself behind Mick and began to lick his balls. Mick began to shake he had never experienced anything so incredibly erotic in his life. Jason took his time licking and sucking Mick's balls then slowly licking the area between balls and anus. This made Mick tingle all over. Jason knew just what Mick was feeling, and took his time. Slowly he licked Mick's asshole tongue fucking his ass for the second time that day. Then rubbing and inserting his finger up the tight little hole. Mick gasped. 

Jason removed his finger, reaching across he took a jar from the night stand, smearing the greasy lube over his fingers then sliding them round the sweet puckered virgin asshole. He smeared lots of the lube around Mick's asshole. Then he pushed first one finger in as far as he could, he slowly finger fucked Mick with one finger. When he felt Mick relax he pulled the first finger out and inserted two fingers and did the same again, gently finger fucking his asshole.

Mick quivered god it felt incredible. Jason was so gentle.

When Jason had three fingers up Mick's ass easily, he thought it was now time to try something else. Was Mick ready? Mick nodded as Jason smeared his cock in lube and placed it against his virgin asshole, as he felt Jason pushing Mick was frightened but excited.

Jason gave a hard thrust and his cock began to slide up Mick's asshole. God Mick felt as if his asshole was being stretched beyond its boundaries, but it felt so good. As Jason slowly fucked his way up Mick's tight ass, Molly sucked on Mick's cock, sliding it in and out of her juicy moist mouth. 

Mick suddenly felt Jason's balls slap against his ass cheeks, he knew he had all Jason's long cock up his asshole, and did it feel good? No! It felt great, incredible, and unbelievable.

Molly took her mouth away from Mick's cock and began to lick the two pairs of balls, which nestled so close together.

When Jason felt that Mick was used to his asshole being stretched and feeling full of cock, he slowly withdrew nearly his entire length then thrust all the way back in, making Mick gasp and moan.

Molly moved back up to Mick's cock and taking it in her mouth began to match her up and down movements with Jason's thrusting in and out of Mick's tight asshole.

Mick was in ecstasy of pain and pleasure, he could feel Molly's hot little mouth around his cock, and then he could feel Jason's hot throbbing cock thrusting in and out of his asshole, which to his great surprise was wet in its own right.

Molly grated her teeth along his shaft; Mick couldn't take anymore and shuddered to climax sending jets of spunk down Molly's sweet throat. As Jason felt Mick cum he thrust harder and faster and gasping and shuddering he sent his own jets of spunk right up Mick's asshole as far as it could possibly go.

Molly wriggled out from under Mick just as the two men collapsed on the bed, Jason's cock still embedded all the way up Mick's asshole.

They both lay panting. Both grinning like schoolboys.

Molly lifted Jason's head from where it nestled on Mick's back and kissed him, her tongue gaining entry and exploring round his mouth.

Jason could taste Mick's spunk mixed with the taste of his wife, what could be nicer, he thought.

Molly lay down next to the two intertwined men and placing her arm around them both. All three slept from exhaustion.

Molly woke first; she was cold and shivered a little. Jason opened his eyes and stretched, smiling as he felt his cock nestling between Mick's ass cheeks. As he lifted himself up and away from Mick. 

Mick rolled over and opened his eyes looking into the faces of Molly and Jason sharing an intimate kiss, he quickly closed them again feeling as if he were intruding.

When he next opened them he was surprised when Jason lent down and gave him a long passionate French kiss, as Jason broke the kiss he found Jason's lips replaced by Molly's. Molly's kiss was gentler and not as desperate somehow but just as sensual and passionate.

He felt his cock jerk, trying once more to rise to the occasion.

Molly laughed. Jason smiled. Mick blushed.

Taking a hand each they drew him close, and then both of them licked and kissed every inch of his body, even the soles of his feet and the palms of his hands. Making him shiver and shake. His cock once more grew stiff and hard.

Jason was also hard again, Molly took her husbands cock in her hand bent her head and kissed the end. She laid him on the bed and straddled his stiff cock impaling herself so it glided right up her juicy wet cunt, Jason sighed he loved fucking his wife. As she leaned forward across Jason's chest her asshole was exposed to the watching Mick.

Mick wondered if it was possible. Jason saw him looking, nodded at him and tossed him the jar of lube. Mick took a large blob and rubbed it round Molly's asshole, Molly moaned. Mick then took some lube and smeared it all over his cock. He fingered Molly's asshole just to be sure she was accepting. Her ass opened to accept his fingers. So he moved into position and rubbed his stiff cock against her puckered hole. Gently he pushed but soon realised that he would need to push quite hard to get inside when she already had a cock in her cunt.

So taking a deep breath he thrust hard and felt his cock gliding into her ass. He released the breath he didn't know he was holding and thrust until his balls hit her ass cheeks. Molly let out a small scream she had her husbands cock up her cunt to the hilt and now she had Mick's long cock up her asshole. They lay still for a while just savouring in this novel experience.

Then slowly Jason began to bounce his beautiful wife up and down on his cock. As Mick felt the rhythm he too began to move thrusting fitting in with Jason's movements. It was the most sensual thing any of the three had experienced before.

Molly was soon moaning and panting. Gasping like a fish out of water.

She felt so stretched, so bloody full. It hurt slightly but was a pleasurable hurting. She groaned and began to shake as the biggest orgasm she had ever had hit her, quite literally it made her see stars. As her cunt walls went into spasm around Jason's cock he began to shudder and shoot his load up his wife's delicious cunt. Feeling the amazing sensations of Molly's spasming cunt combined with the jerking of Jason coming, it was too much for Mick who shot his load up Molly's asshole.

All three stayed joined in the meat sandwich, for a while. It took time to return from heaven. Molly's cunt was still grasping at her husbands cock. Her asshole hung on tight to Mick's cock, as if it was unsure whether to let it go at all. Molly felt so loved and wanted, so very special. She kissed her husbands face smothering him in kisses until finding his lips she licked them, he opened them allowing her tongue to gently make love to his tongue. When she drew back he smiled.

As his cock slipped free. Mick stood up and grinned from ear to ear, talk about the cat that had got the cream, his grin couldn't have been larger if he had been a cat in a cream factory. As Jason's cock plopped free Molly stood up and headed for the bathroom.

Mick looked at Jason lying on the bed eyes closed and his cock glistening with his cum and Molly's cunt juices. He couldn't resist and climbing back onto the bed took hold of Jason's soft cock and began to lick the juices from it. Tasting his first ever cock. He shivered with the enjoyment. Jason opened his eyes and watched as Mick took his cock into his mouth sucking and licking the juices from it; flicking his tongue into all the tiny places he enjoyed so much. He groaned as his cock began to respond to the mouth and tongue.

He didn't think it was possible to grow stiff again so soon but watching Mick gobble and slurp his cock, seeing his face as he sucked and licked as if it was a giant lollipop, was too much for his brain to take in and his cock rose once more to the occasion. Growing hot and stiff. Mick grinned behind the mouthful of hard cock.

Taking his mouth away he moved up the bed and kissed Jason, shocked by his own forwardness, but it felt so right to be passionately kissing this man, allowing him to explore his mouth with his tongue tasting the mixture of cum, cunt juice and the mans own taste.

Moving back down the bed to once more take the stiff cock in his mouth. Licking and exploring thoroughly enjoying the novelty of this new experience. He licked down one side of Jason's cock then all round the base and taking his ball in his mouth and sucking it, rolling it round with his tongue before releasing it, taking his other ball into his mouth and repeating what he had just done, then licking back up his shaft, until he was once more at the head. Licking flicking his tongue across the end, and across the knobbly bit where foreskin met shaft. Then making sure his mouth was wet he took as much of Jason's cock into his mouth, allowing Jason to thrust in and out until he was hitting the back of his throat. As Jason's cock grazed past his tonsils he felt himself involuntarily gag. His eyes grew wide as Jason pulled back, then once more thrust as deep as he could hitting the back of his throat. Jason took hold of his head and tilted it backwards so now as he powered his cock in instead of hitting the back of his throat it slid past Mick's tonsils and entered his throat. Mick opened his eyes wide at the strange feeling of this hot throbbing cock thrusting in and out of his throat. Jason thrust hard and deep making him take all his hot hard cock as deep into his throat as he could. Mick's eyes widened as he felt Jason's cock grow hotter and throb. He knew he was about to get his first proper taste of a mans spunk. Jason jerked and shot his load into Mick's mouth. Mick swallowed without thinking. He sucked until Jason was totally drained and released his head, allowing him to withdraw the cock from his mouth.

Mick grinned Jason. Jason grinned back at Mick. Then they both mouthed the same word 'WOW'. Putting their arms around each other they cuddled close and as men are apt to do, they both fell asleep nestled in the others arms.

When Molly re-entered the room and looked at them sleeping entwined in each other's arms, she wondered what she had missed.

Taking a blanket she gently covered the sleeping couple and left the room.



After Dinner



While driving back to the house after dinner, we notice the sky growing darker. The weatherman said there was a chance of rain. However, after living here for a couple of years, I've learned that the predictions are just that. Usually when it does rain, it's rarely for longer than five or ten minutes. I look out the side window at the ominous clouds rumbling overhead, the rolling and churning matches the feeling inside me. The fury and need that you created in the restaurant, continues to build within; gathering momentum, absorbing energy, needing release, waiting, wanting to burst open. Abruptly, I turn the car towards the free way. It will take longer to get home, but I need to feel the speed of the open road. I glance over at you, reclining in the seat, eyes closed, appearing as if not to have a care in the world. You reach over, pull the skirt apart, exposing my leg to you. 

You softly run your flat hand along the outside of my thigh- fingertips lightly brushing the sensitive skin above the lacy top stocking; before firmly running your hand to my knee; applying slight pressure, your fingers pressing lightly but firmly on each side of my thigh. Instantly, my heart and pulse race as your hand glides up and down my thigh from the lacy top down to my knee, over and over again, the repetition is soothing even though my pulse continues to race. I look over at you again, eyes closed, a slight grin on your lips. You know exactly what buttons to push to keep me so wanting, so needing to have you. I look over my shoulder as I merge into traffic. There aren't many cars on the road, so I head into the far left lane and hit the gas. Your hand stops at the top of my stocking, your fingertips barely touching my soft exposed flesh- not moving, just resting; my breath quickens as my foot eases up on the gas, realizing exactly how fast I was going. Getting arrested for excessive speed and driving to endanger are not high on my list of things to do tonight. Not to mention that you'd never let me live that one down. 

As I take the connecter and head east towards home, both my blood and the clouds above continue to churn to a slow boil. I wonder aloud if we will get rain or if it will pass. The clouds continue to grow darker, matching the power of my lust for you. The hunger I feel has nothing to do with a need for food; it is the sustenance of you that drives me now.

I head over to the right lane to get off the exit, as I downshift, you resume stroking my thigh from flesh to knee. A soft sigh escapes my lips, and a growl emerges as the traffic light turns red. I hear a chuckle from you, glance over, and notice your eyes are still closed, but the grin on your face is now wide. Once again, I'm purely amazed at the power of your touch has on my body and on my mind. The only thought I have is getting you into the house and having you when we walk in the door. 

I pull into the drive, you take the keys from me as we walk to the door, unlock the door and step back letting me to enter before you, your hand cups my ass as I move past you... I step into the room just beyond the door and wait for you to follow. You close the door behind you, your eyes never leaving mine. No longer smiling- your eyes are blazing with desire as I close the space between us and push your back against the door. I take your face in my hands and lean in to kiss you, stopping short to glide my tongue along your bottom lip, then nipping with my teeth, softly taking your lip in between my own, sucking softly as I press myself to you. I feel your hands on my waist, pulling me closer still, feeling your cock already hard, between us. I press my lips to yours sliding my tongue into your mouth; seeking exploring, finding yours. Our tongues dance together in a fiery dance that only fuels the burning below.

I reach down and franticly unbuckle your belt, pulling it swiftly from the loops, then drape it over my neck. Your fingers deftly work to unbutton my blouse, your hands spanning my waist sliding up my stomach...up around the soft swell of my heaving breasts...grasping them tightly in your hands...squeezing tight.

Feverishly I undo your button and zipper...quickly sliding my hand inside...covering your erection in my hand, softly stroking. Our lips sliding against each other as our tongues continue to dance. With a low deep growl, your hands devour my body. You push away from the wall, our bodies moving together, swiftly reversing our position so my back is now against the door. Pushing your body tight to mine...grinding yourself into me as your fingers slide between my thighs, urging them further apart. Your fingers delving directly to my slick heat...push deep into my core. Your lips bruise mine with a fire that's now beyond our control. Your tongue and fingers move in synch with each other, my body writhing and rippling against you.

My hands pull your cock free from your jeans. .gripping the shaft firmly in my fingers, stroke your length, gliding my thumb over your head moaning as I caress the precum already gathered at the tip into your smooth skin. You groan against my lips and grip my ass tight lifting me off the floor. Without hesitation, I pull your cock to the top of my swollen lips, and with one hard thrust of your hips your cock slides along my wet slit, and slips deep into my pussy...your hands pulling me hard onto your cock...impaling me...filling me. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around your waist, lifting myself higher, allowing your thrusts to drive deeper. 

Pressing me tighter against the door with your body, your arm move up under my arm and up behind my head, cradling it in your hands...protecting it against the door from the motion of your hard driving thrusts. Locking my ankles around you...I pull you hard into me...matching your fire and driving it further with my own. Our primal needs consuming us as our bodies move and grind with each other. Each pounding thrust pulling me closer; sending me higher...You can feel my body tremble around you, closing around you. Knowing how close, I am you drive faster and harder into me. I can feel myself beginning to spiral out of control, my eyes quickly searching for yours...searching for approval. Your eyes bore into mine, hard and dark...holding me to this plane. My breaths shallow and ragged...I'm fighting to hold back...unable to speak my lips silently pleading between each powerful thrust. 

I can feel my eyes beginning to close as I continue spiraling higher and higher. Your fingers wind in my hair...instantly my eyes snap open and meet yours...they are harder and darker than a moment before. Your grip on my hair increases as you drive your cock harder and deeper...short, driving thrusts rooting yourself deeper and deeper in my womb, pounding me against the door. My nails dig into your shoulders, winding your shirt in my fingers. The slow blink of your eyes is all that's needed to let myself soar. Like a spring that's been too tightly wound, my muscles convulse and spasm uncontrollably around you. A loud guttural scream fills the room as my pussy explodes on your cock, my juices coats your balls, dripping freely as you thrust in and out. With one last hard pounding thrust your mouth captures my scream as you send stream after stream of hot cum deep within me, filling me. 

Gradually the power of your thrusts lessens; I collapse against you...our bodies heaving. Your arms tighten around me...lifting me away from the door...wrapping my legs tightly around you as you walk the few steps to the couch. You settle slowly into the cushion, your cock still buried deep, pulsing...my walls spasm around you still. My head nestled against your neck, your arms closing around me holding me close...our hearts beating hard, our hunger sated...together as one...as always.



After Dinner



Dinner was fabulous. Candlelight and soft music in the background. Salmon fettuccine for you and Ahi-Ahi Tuna for me. You looked even more beautiful than usual, in that tight-fitting dress that showed off your hips and waist. The low cut front and the new bra added even more cleavage to your already ample breasts. I could tell you knew I enjoyed the view as you spent much of the evening leaning over the table to talk to me. To the others in the restaurant, you probably just looked attentive but I could tell you were watching my eyes stare down your dress, trying to steal a glimpse of one of those obviously alert and excited nipples. The bill came with the waiter and it was obvious he was interested in the view as well. 

You were such a tease as we got up to leave, "accidentally" dropping your purse so you had to bend over to pick it up. I thought the passing waiter would drop his tray of food when he noticed just a hint of hair and the bottom of two round cheeks showing under the hem of the skirt. You looked over your shoulder at me as you picked up your purse and smiled that subtle smile of yours.

The night was cool as we walked back to the hotel along the riverside. We were hand-in-hand with your head leaning up against the side of my arm. I could feel your slight shiver against the night air and I took of my coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. You leaned in closer and I let go of your hand so I could put my arm around your waist.

We stopped under a large oak tree and I turned you to face me. You could see the romance in my eyes and rose up on your toes to kiss me. It was a gentle brushing of our lips that sent a shudder through us both. We knew where this would lead but for now just enjoyed the passion of the moment. One light flick of your tongue to mine signaled it was time to move on.

The ride up the elevator was quick but you still found enough time to slide your body up against me and kiss me deeply as your hand stroked my cock through my slacks. It was obvious to you the affect you had on me this evening, as I was already hard, but your well trained hands made me even harder. As the elevator stopped, you quickly stepped out toward our room door, slightly raising the hem of your dress as you walked away to show me again that panties were not part of the evening's wardrobe. You threw in just the slightest inviting wiggle as you walked down the hall.

I caught up with you at the door and, before you get your key out, pressed you against it. While the weight of my body kept you from escaping, my hands slid under the hem of your skirt and squeezed your ass. You turned your head and looked at me invitingly as I pressed forward to kiss your lips. My tongue slipped between you lips at the same time as my hands reached around in front of you and used my fingers to spread your pussy lips and tickled your pubic hair. Our tongues played in time with my fingers and I made small circles around your vaginal entrance. I was not surprised that it was already wet. The giggling couple we heard at the other end of the hall did not distract us.

I backed up enough so you could turn around and we embraced again. This time you were the aggressor and you reached around my hips and pulled me into you, feeling my erection against your stomach and you explored my mouth again. The hem of your dress was still up and I reached down in front of you and rubbed your pussy with the palm of my hand. You were wetter than before and the friction of my palm caused just a little shudder to run through your body. I backed away from you and moved my hand away, licked your juices off my palm and smiled at you.

We could not get the door open fast enough. What started outdoors as soft, passionate and romantic kisses had evolved into lustful, wanting, needy kisses. My soft hands had turned more aggressive and we moving into the room as one unit, me steering you toward the bed. A quick push of your hands slowed me and you stepped away. A wiggle of your index finger told me to stay where I was as you backed up further.

Your right hand reached for one of the thin straps of your dress and you let it slip off of your shoulder. The other strap soon followed and the top of your dress started to fold down. As it slowly revealed you, I could see the tops of your breasts and just the lightest brown circles of your aerola as your nipples strained to escape. 

While I was hypnotized by this sight, you stepped toward me. As you reached me you turned, inviting me to unhook the clasps of your bra. In seconds, your bra was on the floor and my hands were wrapped around you, each holding one of your ample breasts. A thumb and finger pinched and rolled each nipple as you leaned back into me and moaned softly. Harder squeezes of your breast brought louder moans from you as your hips ground aggressively against my hard cock.

Two steps forward and you leaned forward so your hands were on the bed, your dress bunched around your slender waist. You turned and smiled a smile that told me you wanted me now. One pull of the zipper, one snap of a button and my pants were around my ankles. As with you, underwear was not a clothing choice tonight. As I stepped out of my pants, you wiggled your ass and leaned it slightly back toward me. Your scent filled the room as I stepped forward and in one motion parted your lips and fully entered you. You still wanted more as you pushed back into me. The mood was one of passion and lust, not romance, as I pounded into you. Every time I thought I was fully deep inside you, you pushed back and drove me even deeper. Our bodies slapped against each other noisily as your juices flowed down your thighs. 

You could feel me nearing completion and suddenly pulled away from me, teasing me like you do. You reached down between you legs and toyed with your clit, then spread some of your juices from you pussy up higher into the crack of your ass. Your hands reached around and spread your cheeks, revealing you anus. I knew what you wanted but had never had the opportunity before. A soft groan of encouragement came from you as I placed the tip of my cock against your opening. A slight push back from you and a gentle push from me and the head of my cock spread your asshole just enough for me to enter you. Your knees bent slightly as I stop moving, enraptured by the tightness of an opening I have never explored with anyone before. You moved slightly back into me and I penetrated deeper. I slowly moved forward and felt you close tightly around me. Suddenly, you had taken my entire cock in your ass and were wiggling your hips to encourage me to fuck you there. 

The feeling was unbelievable as I felt a tightness that drove me into a passion unknown to me. You kept encouraging me with words and movement and I knew there was pleasure in this for you as well. I started to slowly move in and out of you, but the movement of your hips told me that you wanted me moving faster. Your pussy needed attention and you were playing with your clit. I was enjoying the view and was surprised when you reached to my hand and moved it to replace yours. You covered my hand and forced two of my fingers inside you as I fucked your tight asshole. Soon my fingers and my cock were pumping in the same rhythm as we both grew closer to sharing our orgasms with each other.

You came with a shudder, a cry and a flow of juices that covered my fingers. You never stopped grinding your ass and your pussy into me as you came. The feeling of your muscles tensing around me in both of your openings milked me as I came in your ass. I could feel the change in lubrication as my cock still moved in and out of you as my semen added to your juices that had been helping before. I finally withdrew from you and we both fell forward onto the bed, my weight on top of you and my cock resting in the cleavage of your ass cheeks. I could feel my cum leaking out of you and onto myself.

I could feel the buttons of my shirt pressing against the bare skin of your back. I moved up your body so I could reach your ear and try to tell you how special this moment was that you had shared with me but you turned your head slightly and placed a finger to your lips to quiet me. You closed your eyes with a smile.



After Dinner



[This story follows the characters and situation started Progressive Dinner. I hope you enjoy this whether or not you also read that one.]

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I had left my bag in the room when I checked in, so only Elle's had to come up with us. I carried it under one arm and hugged Elle with the other as we got into the elevator. As Elle had requested, I got a room on one of the upper floors, the eighth, with a wonderful (and somewhat pricey) view of the river.

As soon as we got into the room, Elle saw the bouquet I had ordered -- a showy shower of roses, framing an iced bottle of Mumm's. When she saw it, she wrapped her arms around my neck, stood tiptoe to give me a big, wet kiss, and whispered, "Ian you sweetie! They're beautiful." Her hand on my pants gripped my furious erection and emphasized her appreciation.

She found a bud just starting to open, broke it off with a few inches of stem, and tucked it behind one ear. Then she headed to the bathroom. "I'll be back in a minute."

I took the moment to look around the room a little more. This side of the hotel, seen from the outside, had a blocky, ziggurat look to it. The way it was built, each room had a small open porch. The way the building stepped outward, there was only a one-story drop down to the next level, even on our floor. Angles made it impossible to see any porch from any other unless you leaned way out past the railing, so even this outdoor space was relatively private. 

I was back inside pouring the Mumm's when Elle came back out of the bathroom. She pulled some sloping sandals from her bag and put them on. I didn't look closely, but I noticed something strappy with about a three inch wedge in the sole, a lot more heel than she usually wore. I didn't think much of it, though. I was too enchanted with by the billowing lapels of her jacket, with shy breasts hiding in the darkness behind them.

I handed her a glass, and said, "To us."

She answered, "To our first year together!" We clinked glasses and sipped deeply to the happy time. Still holding her glass, Elle hugged me with her other arm. She pressed herself against my erection as she rubbed my thigh between her legs. I cupped her bottom and pulled it close, filling my hand with that gorgeous round curve. We kissed, sipped, and held for a few minutes, until my glass was empty. I set it down so I could attend to her with both hands.

Elle wore a summer-weight jacket and knee-length black skirt -- that was all. She had made very sure I knew how naked she was under that. More than naked, really, since she had also shaved her pubis for the occasion. I started caressing her breast through the light jacket. When she unbuttoned it, I accepted her invitation and cupped her bare breast.

I love that feeling. These breasts aren't 'perky' or 'pert'. Instead, they have the most wonderful softness, the kind that flows into my hand. I caught the nipple in the 'V' next to my thumb, and felt its contrasting firmness. Elle sighed and pulled me closer when my grasp tightened.

I kept one hand on her bottom, feeling the muscles flex as she moved, and shifted the other hand from her breast to the front of her skirt. A moment later, my thumb found her mons and started to massage it through the light fabric. Elle pulled a little away from me, pulled her skirt up, and tucked the front into her waistband. She bared her clean, smooth labia to me, and let me see that little pink ruffle that peeked out from between them. I knelt in front of her and kissed. That isn't a good position for kissing her vulva deeply, but it filled my face with her scent and softness. And, since she had never shaved her pubic hair before, I felt her intimate curves on my lips in a whole new way.

Elle held my head close to her hips. Then she took me by the shoulders and pulled me up. One button at a time, she opened my shirt. At each step, she explored the new exposure with her hands and lips. Those explorations continued downward as my shirt opened lower and lower. I scarcely noticed that she took a step or two backwards each time, backing toward the patio door, until I was almost on the threshold.

"Outside?" I must have sounded more startled than I meant to.

"Why not?" Elle opened my belt as she spoke, with plenty of side trips to the erection leaping under it. "No one can see."

I looked around. The room lights were off, since the sky still cast enough light through the window wall. Unless someone on the other side of the river had a pretty good telescope, she was right. We both stepped outside and Elle continued opening my clothes. Once the belt was open, my pants yielded easily enough. Elle drew it out, though, lowering the zipper by inches. She left my pants around my hips, but started to lower my briefs as well.

Elle was kneeling by that point, just as I had knelt in front of her. She teased my underwear down just as slowly, exposing my erection and playing with it as each inch appeared. She also cooed little nothings to it as it emerged, "Beautiful penis, big strong guy, you're happy to see me -- I can tell." Silly stuff, really just happy sounds to bolster the bond between us.

She kissed it as she exposed it, licking the tip, nibbling the shaft, and spreading pre-come into a slick covering. My balls had pulled tight by the time my underwear went that low, as much from excitement as from the cooling sunset. Elle pushed my underwear out of the way by hooking the elastic behind my balls. It was a little awkward getting there, but added pressure just heightened my tension.

Elle stood then, still holding as much of my erection's length as could fit in her slim hand. She kissed me, spreading pre-come on my lips, too. I don't know what it is, but tasting myself in her mouth is the most intimate thing in the world. It means she has truly taken me into herself.

Still holding our faces close, Elle whispered, "Ian, I want to feel you inside of me."

My erection leaped in her hand. "My god, Elle, I want that more than anything. Let me get a condom." I started to turn away, holding my pants so I wouldn't trip over them.

Elle's grip tightened around me and pulled me back. "Not tonight Ian. I want to feel you, just you inside me." The statement ended with another slow, slippery kiss.

Even though Elle was on the pill, we had always been reasonably careful about safe sex. Elle is a biologist -- she wouldn't have it any other way. I started to protest, "But ..."

She hushed my with another soft kiss. "We've been together for a year, Ian. That's longer than I've been with anyone before. I trust you, I know you haven't been with anyone else in that year." Or in the eight months before that, if you must know the truth. "And," her voice dropped, "I've never felt a penis directly before, not inside."

If you grew up before the AIDS generation, you might not realize this is kind of a big deal. For lots of people our age, going bareback the first time is right up there with losing her virginity. And, from what I've heard of women's first time stories, it's often more well-considered and enjoyable.

I hugged her close. I'm sure my erection dribbled pre-come onto her gorgeous jacket, but neither of us seemed to care at the moment. "Elle, thank you. You have no idea what that means to me." I've never whined about wearing a condom. It's not nearly as bad as some guys make it out to be. I have to admit, though, the few times I had gone bareback before, with other women, the feeling was incredible. I reached down to where her tucked skirt left her exposed and caressed her again. "Let's go inside."

Elle pulled against me. "No. Let's do it out here."

"WHAT?" She had kept her voice low. I'm afraid I just blew whatever discretion she was trying for.

"Why not?" Her whisper had the sweetest tone, and the most reasonable. "No one's looking. Even if they did, they couldn't see below the railing." She was right about that. The wall around our little porch came waist high, maybe a bit higher. "And it's nice out here. I want the sky to see us."

The temperature was just on the cool side of ideal, I had to admit. We both had our tops on, too, even if they weren't buttoned. The hypothetical observer might be titillated by her open jacket. Even unbuttoned, though, it still covered her breasts. Still, I was a little slow getting used to the idea. "There's nothing to lie on here." The concrete floor looked uncomfortable. "And I don't think the chairs will work."

"Silly," she said. "Who needs that stuff?" With that, she turned, flipped her skirt up to her waist, and leaned onto the railing. "How's this?"

I stepped forward and grabbed her. That pose did the very most for the gorgeous curve of her hip and waist. Her feet stood a little apart, and the lower part of her labia bulged sweetly below her cheeks. My erection slid between her legs in an instant. I hugged her bottom into my lap, leaned over her back and whispered, "You are the hottest thing on earth, you know that?" 

She had reached down between her legs in front to grab my erection, and was sliding it between her labia. "Tell me about it." 

As she had done with me, I started murmuring happy sounds in her ear. I'm not sure what I said. I'm not even sure it made sense. It probably didn't. She rocked her hips to slide my erection between her labia, giving me the most incredible feelings. At one point, she pressed back and tipped her hips way up. She played with her clitoris, using me as her toy. That didn't make for the most coherent conversation. It didn't matter. Only the voice mattered, hers or mine, regardless of what it was saying. 

Elle pulled way forward, off my penis. Then she reached back with both hands, her chest on the railing, and opened herself. "Come inside me, Ian. Please."

I forced myself to go slowly, making sure she was slick enough inside for comfortable entry. I forced my own responses to a slower pace, too, or I would have come when I got the first inch into her. We slid together easily, though. Elle shifted her hand to my erection once I made it between her labia and she guided me farther in. That's when I realized what those sandals were for. They lifted Elle's pelvis a few inches, so our heights nearly matched. Even though she was shorter than me, I didn't have to scrooch down to her level to enter her, or only a little. I should have known. Everything Elle does, she does for reasons. 

As I said, I never minded condoms all that much. This was heaven, though. That tiny difference in the feeling between us made a huge difference. I pressed until the tip of my erection opened that ring of muscle at the edge of her vagina. That barrier that seemed to define 'inside,' and I was past it. I held for a moment, savoring the sensation. Elle seemed the impatient one, though. Once her body had a solid hold on me, she let go with her hand and pressed back toward me. She wanted me deeper inside, just as much as I wanted to be there.

I held Elle's hips firmly and pulled her close. Her round bottom, her skirt bunched at her hips, our point of union -- well, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. And, although I knew in some intellectual way that no one could see us, the last of the sunset and the sliver of moon made me feel naked to the world. I suddenly realized what Elle meant. I wanted the world to witness us together like this, with our human and animal selves merging as Nature meant for them to.

I was soon in Elle to my full depth, as much as our standing position allowed. We developed an easy rhythm, with her moving on me as much as I moved in her. Once that reached a comfortable pace, I leaned forward. I put some of the weight of my chest on her back and brushed the lapels of her jacket away. Elle's magically soft breasts swung as we moved. They're not big, a luscious B if I remember right, but their softness meant they dangled low. I collected one in each hand as I lay across her back, and gathered them close to her chest. 

My movement at that point consisted mostly of bucking hips. I rocked and thrust into her, my movements getting sharper and stronger. Still holding her breasts from behind, I locked my elbows on her hips. That let me pull her back onto me, hard, and her own movements grew stronger with mine. I almost whispered, 'Elle, play with yourself,' when I realized I could feel her fingers working near where our bodies joined. Instead, I grunted, "Elle, I'm going to come."

I held her against me harder than ever, rocking almost out of control against her. Our thighs slapped together, the backs of her against the fronts of mine, then I tugged hard. I pulled her strong, sleek waist against my stomach. I grasped her breasts closely, feeling lush softness yielding to me. I pressed my cheek against her back, feeling sinew and bone respond to my urgency. I felt her huge, deep, feminine power accept my strongest thrusts, absorb them, transform them into deep caresses. I poured myself into her with a few last spasms, then held her hard until my orgasm released me.

Before that happened, however, Elle's whisper took on a desperate tone. "I'm coming too, Ian. Hold me. Hold me. Ho ..." The words vanished into a squeak. Elle can be loud, but bit the sound back. I felt her hip buck back against me, rotate, and shift, so she swirled my erection inside her. I was too caught up in my own orgasm to follow what she did, but gave her body all the pressure and power I could offer. More, there always seemed room within her to absorb more of my strength. The more she absorbed, the more her body wracked with orgasm. 

My peak passed just as hers arrived. I held her close, grasped her waist between my arms, found nipples between my fingers. Her knees buckled, but tension in mine was there to support her. Eventually, her bitten-off moans quieted. She slumped onto the railing, all at once, like a puppet with the strings cut. I held her close, feeling my fading erection withdraw from her, and mumbled loving things about beauty, her body, and womanly strength.

It seemed as if the last glow of sunset faded with the last glow of our orgasm. Quiescent, my penis could barely touch her vagina, let alone fill it. I released her breasts and brushed her lapels somewhere near her chest. I smoothed her jacket. I found the edge of her bunched skirt, and pulled it back over the most beautiful hips in the world -- after a kiss goodbye for each one. 

Elle just rested against the railing while I pulled my pants back up. I buttoned, zipped, and buckled. All the while, I tried to keep one hand on her waist, or at least my lap against her back side.

When I was done, Elle stood. She un-tucked her skirt from the front and arranged it around her. She was adjusting the light jacket around her bare breasts when I came close behind her and put my arms around her waist. She took one of my hands in each of hers, pulled them tighter around her, and leaned back against me. She looked up with a dreamy gaze. "The moon saw us."

"Elle, the river, the bay, and the sunset saw us. The world saw us. They made a beautiful place for us."

"They did. I think we used it right." 

"We did."

She rocked a little as she leaned against me. It felt almost like a slow dance, one with no music. After a few minutes, she turned to face me. She wore a huge grin, and reached over to kiss me (the heels made us even, pretty much). After a quick kiss, she pressed a cheek to mine and hugged me close. She whispered, so I could barely hear, "Ian, you're leaking out of me."

Chivalrous instinct took over before thought. "I'll get some tissues." In truth, I could do with a wipe, too.

She wouldn't let go. "No, silly. It's OK. I've always used condoms so I never felt it before, just a little of my own wetness. This is what real fucking feels like. It's happy and it's sloppy. This is part of it." She leaned into me again and rocked. I have no idea what that meant, but she was happy so I was happy. 

"I don't want to leak on the floor, though." Elle backed away. "I'll be back in a minute." She went back into our room, kicking off the heels on the way in, and worked her way to the bathroom. I collected myself while she carried out her feminine mysteries. I got the shirt buttons aligned with the right holes, and got myself looking as respectable as ever.

Elle almost skipped out of the bathroom. Her flat shoes were still near the door, so she slid them on. "Let's go dancing."

Why is it that sex puts men to sleep but gives women so much energy? I rallied myself, stoppered the wine, and headed toward the door with her. I checked in the mirror before I left, and checked her, too, for dribbles on our clothes. I didn't see any on me. As I suspected, a snail-trail of pre-come marked the front of her jacket. I pointed and started to say, "Uh, Elle, ..."

She looked down and fingered the damp trail. "Oh. Can't have that, can we?"

Elle took the jacket off and hung it up, leaving her gloriously topless. Her breasts bobbed and swayed as she walked over to her bag, rummaged in it for a moment, and retrieved a black camisole, one with lace trim and spaghetti straps. She pulled that on, turned to me, and asked, "How's this?"

I've never seen her look better, at least not with clothes on. The skirt showed off the curve of her hip, the minimal top showed the slim grace of her upper body, and her braless state caused a mouth-watering jiggle with each motion. Friction against her top seemed to bring her nipples to life, too. "That's the kind of clothing you put on just so I'll rip it off, right?"

"Maybe later." Elle took my elbow and we went out. 

If we had been alone in the elevator, her skirt would have been around her waist again in a heartbeat. I was vividly aware of her nearly-naked state, just one hemline away. The scent of sex around her kept me in a permanent state of erection, too. Instead, I contented myself with standing in the back and groping her bottom, where no one else could see what I was doing. 

When we got to the lounge, I suddenly realized just how much I had had to drink that day. It had been well spaced out, with plenty of food to go with, but added up to a fair bit. I ordered just a club soda with lime, and Elle did the same. When the next slow tune came up, Elle pulled me to the dance floor. I'm not much of a dancer. I do it for Elle, though, and she puts up with how bad I am. We alternated, munching the bar peanuts and sipping club soda, then joining about every other dance. On the second or third, Elle flashed an I've-got-a-secret smile and said, "You're leaking out of me again." Then she leaned against me, so I could feel her warm breasts against my chest, leaving me to imagine just what was going on at her shaven pubis.

"God, girl, you give me the biggest erection just thinking about it." I kept my voice low, for her only.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." She continued the conversation just as quietly.

"Not bad, not at all, but it's going the wrong way down my underwear. That gets uncomfortable."

Were other couples having these conversations on the dance floor? If so, it's the closest I've ever been to an orgy. 

"Ohh, poor baby." Elle pressed against me. I'm sure she could feel it aimed down my leg. "When we get back to the room, can I kiss it and make it better?"

She must have felt it twitch at the thought. "Yes," she said, "that's what I'll do. I'll take good care of the little guy. I'll hold him and kiss him and make him all better."

"Hey, pretty lady," I answered, "are you trying to get yourself fucked again, right here right now?" I held her hip close to mine and rubbed my erection against her.

"Hmm," she answered, "let me think."

A dance or two later, the long day caught up to both of us. On the way back to the room, we had the elevator to ourselves. I grabbed her for a juicy kiss. While I was holding her, I worked her skirt up so I could hold that lovely smooth butt with both hands. I pulled her close, my erection between us, and almost came in my pants. I dropped her skirt when the elevator slowed, but kept my hand on her butt all the way back to the room. 




After Dinner



She didn't let me get two steps from the door before she started working on my belt again. "I promised the little guy some kisses, and I'd never want to disappoint him. Isn't that right?" She talked directly to my crotch, with one hand holding my erection through my pants. 

They were around my ankles soon. I kicked my shoes off and Elle helped me step out of the pile of clothes. Using my erection as a handle, she led me to the bed and sat me down. Then she started with the promised kisses. 

She could only work halfway down my erection with her lips -- I'm not that big, but she has a small mouth. She held the other half, the part closer to my body, in one hand, though, and cupped my balls with the other. I never found how she learned to give such incredible feelings to a body part she doesn't have, but wallowed in the wonderful oral caresses she gave me. 

I unbuttoned my shirt as I lay on the bed. When my chest was visible, she ran one hand along it. She even reached up to tweak my nipple. Maybe it's not as impressive as hers, but she knows that it feels almost as good. Despite incredible sex just an hour or two earlier, I soon had to warn her, "Elle, I'm going to come in a minute."

Hearing that, she only redoubled her efforts. She had my hips bucking in a moment, and I felt my release into her mouth. She kept at it as long as my body kept pumping, long after there was anything left to pump. Finally, I collapsed onto the bed. Elle kept her hand around my falling penis, but withdrew her mouth. She looked up at me with a radiant smile, and let the semen dribble out of her mouth and onto my stomach. I hadn't realized how much there was.

OK, she doesn't like to swallow. You think that's going to stop me from enjoying the best oral sex ever? She crawled up on the bed next to me, still holding my penis, and gave me a kiss flavored with my own emission. I lay there, panting, while she reached for the tissues. She wiped her mouth with one, then needed four or five more to clean the wet blobs from my stomach. 

It took her only a moment to undress. I just had to shuck my shirt off by that point. Soon we lay under the covers in a naked knot. Once the light went out, happy exhaustion took me over. We went to sleep in each others' arms.

----

It was completely dark when I woke to feel Elle untangling herself from me and the sheets. "Shh, I just have to go to the bathroom." I was only a fraction awake, and gave up even that fraction in a moment.

It might have been minutes or hours later, I have no way to know. It was still dark, though. I woke up with a pounding erection, one of the little pleasures of being a guy. Elle's hand was around it, playing gently, one of the huge pleasures of being her guy. Still too groggy to talk, I wordlessly acknowledged how good it felt. "Mmm." 

I reached out and found her shoulder in the dark. From there, it was easy to find her cheek, her shoulder, the side of her breast. She continued to play with me, gently, then whispered, "Ian?"

"Yah?" I could barely talk.

"Have you ever ..." she stopped for a moment. "Have you ever thought about anal sex?"

That woke me up. "I, uhh, ..."

"Don't bother to say anything. I've got hold of the lie detector here. You've thought about it." My leaping erection had given me away.

"Busted. Yes, I've thought about it. Probably every guy on earth has."

"Why didn't you ever mention it to me?" Was that a hurt tone in her voice? This was starting to sound like a lose-lose question, something Elle had never pulled on me before.

"I don't talk about every thought that occurs to me."

"But why not this one?" Elle had always been honest with me, as near as I could tell. It was a contagious habit.

"I had a bad experience before I met you."

"Oh?" Her hand on my erection kept up its gentle encouragement.

"Yeah. I tried to bring the idea up once, as gently as I knew how. The girl I was with just said 'That's disgusting,' got dressed, and left. It was about three in the morning. I tried to apologize, but she never responded. She just took her things and left. After that, she never answered messages and never answered when I called from my own phone. If I called from someone else's phone, she hung up as soon as she recognized my voice."

"I wouldn't do that, Ian. When I don't want to do something, I just say so. That's always been OK with you. It's why I trust you."

"Well, yes. That was a pretty harsh lesson, though."

"Don't I deserve a chance to say no for myself?"

"Uh, I guess so." Her hand kept up its loving massage on my erection. I felt a drop fall from the tip, teased out by her touch.

"So go ahead."

"What?"

"Ask me."

Butterflies in my stomach almost turned to buffalos. I reached one hand out to her face, a vague paleness in the dark. "Elle," I felt my voice quaver, "have you ever thought about anal sex?" I took care to use just the words she had used.

"Yes, Ian. I have. I was thinking about it just before you woke up."

"Uhh," I wasn't sure where to go next. Her hand on my erection to me to on. "What were you thinking about it?"

"I was wondering what it felt like."

I rolled over so I could wrap my arm around her shoulder. Pressure from my hand pulled her to me. Soon, it slid across her shoulder and down to the small of her back. All I could say was, "Yes?"

"And wondering if we might try it some time." 

I let my hand move to the round swell of her hip, to the curve of her bottom. I held it, felt its smoothness. 

"Maybe tonight, Ian. If you want to." 

I pulled her close and planted a huge kiss on her mouth. My hand behind her hip pulled our thighs together. Just an inch or two of course correction and I would have been inside her.

She answered in words, "Is that a yes?"

I worked across her bottom until my hand was low and into the crevice between her cheeks. The tip of my little finger found that magical point of softness and pressed. 

Elle squirmed and cooed. "That's a yes."

"Yes, it's a yes," I answered. She squirmed again when I wiggled the finger tip against her. I almost came on her stomach, where my erection was sandwiched between us. Her hand reached around to my bottom too, and pulled me close.

She took my face between her hands held it in place for a long, careful kiss. "You'll be gentle, won't you?" I nodded. "If it doesn't work, and I need to stop, that's OK, right?"

"Of course it is."

"You know Ian." She seemed to shrink in my arms and curl into a little ball. "I was nervous, too. Not now. I've never trusted anyone like I trust you."

"Elle, I'll do my best. Just tell me how you want to do it."

She pulled away from me and said, "Let me get some stuff." I imagined she meant K-Y, or something like that.

Elle opened her suitcase and felt around in the dark. She pulled out something like a large cosmetic case, then went over to the patio door. She knelt where she had left the wedge sandals and said, "Come on."

"What do you mean?"

She opened the door to our little porch. "This is how I want to do it. Out here."

It was warmer outside than in our room. Elle padded out silently on the high heels, taking the case with her. I had heard of 'fuck-me pumps' before, but never realized just how literal the term was. Like before, Elle wanted me to take her standing up.

She put the case down on a cocktail table near the railing and waited for me. I wrapped her sleek form in the biggest, closest hug I could manage. My hand drifted low, my fingers went between her cheeks. She tipped her hip back to open herself to me. Then she stood up, turned, and opened the case. She pulled out a tube of something, I couldn't see what in the dark, handed it to me. "Use some of this," she said. "Use plenty."

Then she leaned onto the railing as she had done before and looked at me over her shoulder. I unscrewed the cap from the tube, squeezed a big blob onto my fingers, and brought it to the crease between her cheeks. 

She almost jumped as soon as I touched her. "Cold," she said, and relaxed back into an open position. I didn't want to rush. I rubbed the slick gel along the crack and pressed a little where I felt her anus. It seemed so small, not an opening at all, just a soft spot. When my finger pressed, though, it sunk in a little. I collected more of the slick goo and pressed again, a fraction more.

Elle made happy little noises as I started my exploration. She tightened a few times, grasping my finger, but learned to relax. Little by little, each new touch went farther in. I wanted to make sure the whole way was slick and ready before I tried anything bigger than my finger.

When the first joint slid easily into her, the tip of my finger encountered a new barrier. I probed it and Elle sighed. It felt like a tight ring of muscle. I pressed a little, but it didn't open. I put more of the lube onto my finger and worked it into her. I found the sphincter again and drew little circles with my fingertip. I wouldn't force it, I'd wait for her to open for me. 

That happened a moment later. I felt the ring of muscle relax and open, and my finger was in. The muscle clamped tight again. This time it grasped my finger, instead of barring its way. Breath left Elle in a rush, and I stopped. I asked, "Are you OK?"

"Yes, just give me a moment." I felt Elle tighten and relax, making explorations of her own around my finger. I shifted my finger a little within her, rotated it, tried different things without going any farther. Elle wriggled happily, "You know, this is a lot nicer than I thought it would be."

I rocked my finger in back and forth, gradually deepening my touch inside her. When I had the second joint of my finger in, Elle whispered, "Ian, could you just hold for a moment?"

I stopped. My other hand massaged the wide, warm cheeks of her bottom. Next, I reached underneath to the smaller cheeks of her labia. My finger still held its position in Elle's warm, deep channel, but I caressed her in other ways, too. While I did, Elle reached over to the bag again and took out something tubular, about the width of my finger. She screwed it onto the tube of gel and squeezed the tube. I saw a plunger push outward as the tube filled with lubricant. Elle unscrewed it from the tube and handed it to me. 

(When we were cleaning up later, she told me what the gadget was originally for. I burst out laughing when she did. She just glared at me and snarled, "Men! Don't you guys ever grow up?")

"Press here," she pointed to the plunger, "and it will push the gel out. Make sure it goes way up inside, where we're going to need it most."

Elle leaned on the railing again, looking back at me, and tilted her hip up. I used one hand to spread her cheeks. The other guided the rounded end of the tube toward the dark little pucker, and in. There was plenty of slickness so the tube slid in easily, until it reached that guardian ring of muscle. "OK, Elle, now relax."

I pressed gently, not forcing the tube into Elle's rear passage. After a few seconds, the inner gate opened and the tube had entered. I pressed it forward gradually, a step at a time. Once in a while, I would push the plunger a little to lubricate Elle inside, rotate the tube within her, and push it farther in. Elle made little sounds as it worked its way deeper inside, but didn't show any sign of real discomfort. When almost the whole length was inside, I said, "OK, here we go."

Elle nodded to me, and I pressed the plunger home. Elle squirmed a little when the cool gel entered her. "Wow," she said, "That feels, well, strange. Not bad, just ... different." I started to pull the empty tube out of her bowel, and she stopped me. "Leave it there for a moment. I kind of like that feeling." 

I played with it a little, moving it little bits in and out, or tilting in different directions. Elle's little sounds changed to a happy purring, the kind that said she was getting turned on. She turned to the dark bag again and pulled out another toy. She handed it to me, and said, "Try this one now." 

I pulled the applicator out of her slowly, playing as I went. Once it left her anus, I set it aside. This new toy was longer and a little flexible. It bulged and narrowed a few times along its length, to almost two finger-widths at the widest point. Plenty of the slick gel had accumulated between Elle's cheeks by that point. I rolled this new toy in the gel, pressed the tip of it to that soft, dark star, and applied gentle pressure.

Despite its width, it slid in easily. The first bulge went all the way in. Elle gasped once, and her cheeks clenched tight around it. I played gently, moving the toy by tiny amounts, until she relaxed again. I asked, "More?" Elle looked back over her shoulder and nodded. I pressed again. The second, wider bulge stretched her anus as I watched. Then, when the widest part had passed into her, the next inch or two slid in very fast, to the next narrow point. 

Elle gasped and clenched again. "My god, Ian. It feels -- I don't know how to say it. This is incredible." She lifted her hip back toward me, and I pressed again. Even though the toy's next bulge was wider than the ones before it, it vanished into her rear even more easily. Elle drew another sharp breath, then leaned onto the railing as if in surrender. This toy inside her had taken her over completely. I couldn't believe how it turned me on, seeing contractions in her cheeks grasping at the toy. 

While she absorbed the new sensations inside her, my other hand went back between her legs. I probed the crevice between her labia, up to her thickened clitoris. Two slick fingers worked into her vagina next. I groped inside her a little, then felt the toy. Using the fingers in her vagina, I moved it around a little. Elle's body responded. I felt her grasp my fingers inside her just as I saw her bottom clutch the plastic probe. Small sounds came from deep in her throat. Her face tightened in a look I had seen only when our hottest sex had gone on and on, way past normal bounds. 

I had to have her. "Elle, I want you. I want to be in you." Her eyes remained squeezed shut, but she nodded. One-handed, I squeezed some gel onto my erection and spread it around. Then I tugged the toy out of her fast, feeling each of its bulges challenge her sphincter on the way out. Elle whimpered again, but reached back with both hands. She pulled her cheeks apart. I fingered her anus again, then pressed my erection against it. 

The buttery softness of her outer tissues enfolded the tip of my penis. "Now, Ian. Please." I grasped her hips in my hands and started to pull her toward me, onto my erection. Her voice became more insistent. "Now!"

With one hard tug, I was in. Once her voice came back to her, Elle just kept saying the same thing over and over. In a small tone, I heard, "You're in me. You're really in me." 

All that lubrication had done its job. Elle's tight, tiny bottom held me in a firm grip, but I could still move easily inside her. I started a slow, steady rhythm, rocking into her and back. Each step forward pressed just a little farther in. Elle seemed lost in the feeling, barely moving. Soon, my lap pressed against her bottom. I was in all the way. 

Elle seemed to recover then. She still lay on the railing, eyes closed, but I felt contractions form deep within her, as if trying to tug my erection even farther in. Her hand moved between her legs to make small, fast motions I couldn't see. Her orgasm built up inside, until she seemed ready to burst. 

My own motions coordinated with hers. I pulled her hips hard against me, using strength I didn't know I had. Then, on one of those deep, hard thrusts, Elle's orgasm grabbed her. Every muscle in her body tightened, shook free for a moment, then spasmed again. The tension around my erection was more than I could stand. I erupted into her, too. I felt myself ejaculate into her deep darkness. Another thrust, another spurt, then two or three more. Even after I had nothing left to pump into her depths, I thrust against her a few more times. As quickly as it had come over me, my orgasm left. I collapsed onto Elle's back while my erection wilted inside her. I hugged her close, held her breasts, kissed her shoulder. I felt one more twitch of her bottom. This time, her body seemed to spit my penis out. Whatever she and I might have felt, her body was done with me. 

After another close, lazy moment, Elle started to stand up. Neither one of us could move quickly at that point. She stretched each muscle as she pushed herself up from the railing, then turned to me. I hugged her close. One of my hands went down to cup her lovely, beloved bottom. I felt the sloppy layer of lube across it, and used that to massage the soft, round muscles of her rear.

"Ian, ..." Elle whispered into nook where my neck and shoulder came together.

"Mm?" I luxuriated in the moment, happy to wait until her words could assemble themselves.

"You are the gentlest, strongest lover I can imagine." My hug gave an extra squeeze when she said that, and I cupped her bottom a little harder. "That was the most incredible thing I ever felt."

We held each other and rocked in the warm night. A few minutes later, I heard a wet bubbling sound from between her cheeks. She laughed quietly into my shoulder and said, "You're running down my leg again. Let's go clean up."



After Dinner...



You and I have been out on a few dates, each one fantastic. We felt chemistry between us from the beginning. We laughed a lot and had great converations. We felt the attraction building on each date, smiled at each other a lot and found little ways to touch each other during the dates: innocent touches, but touches that always lit my skin on fire. We stopped ourselves at the end of each of those first few dates with just a good-night kiss ... long, sweet, wet, deep kisses. By our fourth date, neither of us can take it any longer. 

I make dinner for us at my house, and we barely get through a little of the dessert before we are all over each other. Our bodies press hard against each other, mouths open and exploring, hands exploring each other too, wanting to touch everywhere, see what every part of each other's bodies feels like. We pull each other closer, as close as we can. Finally you picked me up in your arms, still kissing me, and walk us to the bedroom. You stop at the foot of the bed and throw me down on it, on my back - I lose my breath from the sheer excitement of it. It's so damn hot to know that what I really want to happen is finally about to happen for the first time. 

You fall down on top of me, kissing me more, our hands now undressing each other. Off comes my dress, then my bra, and then your mouth is all over me, sliding from my mouth down my neck, each side of my neck, then the nape of my neck, torturously taking your time to slide your mouth down to where I really want it, to my breasts. Kissing the side of my breast first, then your mouth open on the bottom part of it, and then finally your tongue finds my nipple, flicks it, then closes in on it hard, sucking and biting just my nipple, then hungrily taking more of me in your mouth. I am whimpering and breathing so hard. Then your hands move down and slide off my panties, and before you even take your mouth away from my breast you have a finger inside of me. I am so wet, your finger slides in so easily, so you slide in a second finger, and then a third, start while you trail kisses down my stomach, until finally your mouth is on me down there. It's exhilerating. I couldn't move even if I wanted to; I lie there, arms flung up over my head, eyes closed, legs spread, knees slightly bent, as you lick my pussy, suck my clit, tease it with your tongue, suck on it more, then pull your hand away and replace your fingers with your tongue. You slide your tongue inside of me. Amazing. Then you put both hands on either side of my hips and fling me over onto my stomach, jerk my hips up, and pull them back in the air, all so quick; before I know what you are doing you have your mouth on my pussy again, only this time from behind. I just lay my head on the bed and stay that way, with my ass in the air, while you lick my pussy and suck my clit in this position. 

Finally you grab my hips again and flip me back over onto my back. You stand at the foot of the bed, looking at me, looking so good and naked, your dick so hard, right at eye level with me. I reach out, put my hand on it, close my hand around it - - so soft on the outside but so hard at the same time - - and move my hand, slowly, up and down, gently squeezing. Then I move my head toward it, hand at the base, and taste it with my tongue. Just taste it at first - - a little bit of salty drops of pre-cum on the tip of the plush head. I turn my head sideways and run my tongue all the way down one side of your cock, move to the other side, close my mouth over and gently suck while I run my tongue back up the other side. Finally I take the head of your cock in my mouth, close my lips around it, and suck, letting my tongue swirl all around it inside my mouth. I keep doing this while I take more and more of your cock in my mouth, until finally all of it is in, filling my mouth until the head of your cock pushes against the back of my throat. We're both moaning. I bob my head and keep sucking while I move my mouth up and down the shaft of your cock. I want to cum just listening to you moan while I do this, looking up and seeing your head thrown back, watching you enjoy it, feeling your hands on my head, running your fingers through my hair, then looking me right in the eyes, staring at each other while I keep sucking. 

You tell me I have to stop, or you are going to cum, too early, you don't want to cum yet that way. You lift me up, so that we're both standing, kissing each other, bodies pressed together. Then we fall back on the bed together; you nudge my thighs wider apart, and I feel your cock against me, sliding back and forth across my wet slit, getting coated in my juices. Then you push into me, first one push, then another, trying to get all the way inside me, stretching me open, until you're all the way in. It feels so good. You hold still for a moment, my pussy just twitching and contracting around your cock while I try to get my breathing under control. Then you start moving, in and out, slowly at first, establishing a rhythm. Then faster, our bodies creating so much heat. Then you lift my leg, pull my knee up, and swing that leg in front of you and around you, so that I am half still on my back but half turned on the side, with that one leg in the air as you hold it diagonally, lean against it, and then start thrusting back inside of me again. It feels different, so arousing too, and your body rubs against my clit each time you push inside of me. I feel like I'm going to cum, and next thing I know I have a huge orgasm. I am flushed, satisfied, but still so aroused, and you are not finished with me yet. 

You flip me all the way over onto my stomach and lie down on top of me, the entire front of your body lined up against the back of mine, holding yourself up on your arms a little, and you get back into a slow rhythm, as you softly kiss the back of my neck. Sweet, soft, and slow, this part is; you kiss my shoulder, lift a hand and caress the soft skin on my back, brush my hair from my cheek as I look back over my shoulder at you, and kiss me. Then you pause, and tell me to lift up onto my knees, and you pull my hips back towards you as you kneel behind me. You reach a hand around me and place your fingers on my clit ... then you start really fucking me, hard, harder, rougher, faster. I moan uncontrollably, and start to get so close to orgasm again. I help you out with your hand, both our fingers rubbing my wet clit as you fuck me from behind, your balls slapping against my pussy with each thrust. With your dick pounding so deep into me and our fingers rubbing my clit, my orgasm builds, and I tell you I'm about to cum again. That does you in, and thrusting fast and deep you spill your seed inside of me, yelling out as you cum: it sounds and feels so amazing that it pushes me over the edge and I cum too, yelling out with you. 

We just collapse on the bed afterward. You stay inside me a little longer, before finally pulling out. We lie there in bed, all tangled up together, panting, wet, and sated.



After Dinner - A Short Story



She had prepared a delicious meal just for him, Caprese salad, linguini with clams and tiramisu. They had eaten in candlelight, and now they were sitting in the small living room of her house sipping a crisp white wine. Shirley fidgeted a bit, her fingertip twirling a strand of hair as she waited for him to say something, to take command of the evening. Jack smiled at her, his eyes slowly moving over her body, causing her to shiver with anticipation.

As she finished her glass of wine, Jack spoke, "Strip for me Shirley, I want you naked!"

Without hesitation, she stood and moved to the center of the small room. Her fingers went to the buttons of the white blouse that she wore, unfastening each one as his eyes remained fixed upon her. She pulled the blouse open, revealing the sheer flesh colored bra that showed off her deep cleavage and prominent nipples. Then she took it completely off and tossed it aside.

She unbuttoned her black skirt and slid down the side zipper, wiggling slightly as she slid it down past the curve of her hips and let it fall to the floor at her feet. Her panties matched the bra and she had worn a garter belt and sheer stockings that she knew he liked so much. Shirley turned slightly as she kicked aside the skirt and then just stood still letting him enjoy the view. 

Reaching back, she unhooked the bra and then slowly and teasingly, she let the straps slip from her shoulders, holding the bra in front of herself for a moment before letting it fall away and exposing her full mature breasts to his eyes. Tantalizingly she brought her fingertip to her lips, wet it and then traced it around one already taut nipple.

She bent and took off her black pumps, her big breasts swaying as she moved. Putting the shoes aside, she turned again, this time letting him see her round bottom, still encased in the silky material. She unhooked the garter belt from one stocking and moved to the arm of the chair where he was seated and slowly rolled it down her leg, pulling it off and dropping it in his lap. She repeated with the other stocking, and then quickly moved away.

She removed the garter belt and then stood in front of him, naked except for the sheer material of her panties, her dark pubic hair visible beneath. Her fingertips slid into the waistband and then she slowly, teasingly slid them down, letting them fall to the floor at her feet before kicking them aside. She stood motionless, naked and wanting, wondering what he had in mind.

His eyes moved slowly up and down her lush body, a smile on his lips and then he said, "Turn around Shirley, and don't move!"

She did as she was told, standing completely still, listening, and anticipating. She heard him rise and heard the rustle of material. She felt him as he moved close and then felt the soft material of the blindfold as he drew it over her eyes and tied it tight. She tingled with excitement as the room went completely dark.

She heard him move away, and then sensed him in front of her, the sound of a wooden chair being placed on the hardwood floor. He moved around her, taking her hands and placing them on the chair, bending her forward, her big breasts hanging down, her ass tilted upward. He looped something around her wrists, one of her stockings and tied it to the top of the chair back. 

He moved, slowly, deliberately, past her, a fingertip tracing down her spine, causing a shiver of excitement to course through her body. And then he was behind her, his foot pressing against the side of hers, pushing her legs wider apart. 

Shirley's body was flushed with anticipation, her cunt sopping already. The room was quiet; she could hear her own breathing. Her mind was racing, what did Jack have in store for her?

She flashed back to that night they had first met. She had been on her deck taking nude photos of herself to share with an online friend. Jack had seen the flash and had come to investigate and had ended up in her bedroom fucking her. Slowly over the past weeks she had gotten to know him better, and he had found her submissive side, taking full advantage for his pleasure, and in turn hers. 

She sensed that he had moved away. She held still, listening, wondering. She heard the zipper of his backpack, heard noises that only could be him looking for something, or things within.

Soon he was close to her again, she could sense his presence, smell his scent. She felt a sharp pinch as some type of clamp was placed on one nipple. She flinched slightly, her breath catching, but tried to remain still for him. There was the jingle of a chain and then another sharp pinch on her other nipple. 

And then he was gone again, moving away, standing quietly, perhaps watching her, she wasn't sure. She heard the familiar "Ka-chick" of a shutter and knew he was taking a photo, showing her in this vulnerable position. She felt motion as he moved around her, the shutter releasing over and over, no doubt recording her most intimate places.

And then the room was quiet once again. Shirley moved her head, wanting to see, but knowing she could not. She could only wait for him to act.

His footsteps on the hardwood moved closer and then his strong hand came down on her bottom, once, twice, then three times, no doubt reddening her round white ass. She moaned softly as he spanked her, first her right side, then the left. 

She was totally aroused, she could almost feel her juices seeping from her and trickling down her inner thigh. Her bottom quivered from his slaps, her breasts jiggling causing the clamps to tug even tighter.

The sound of his zipper broke the quiet, and then his hands were on her hips as he thrust himself hard into her cunt, his cunt! Shirley let out a loud groan as his cock pushed deep, his hands pulling her back to meet his assault. He pumped her hard and fast, his cock like a piston in her. And then, as quickly as he had entered her, he withdrew.

His strong hands now tilted her bottom, she felt the thick head of his cock press against her anus and then push inward causing her to cry out in pleasure and pain. He took her ass as he had her cunt, hard and deep, thrusting his thick cock into the tightness. She loved the feel of him in her ass, in her most intimate of places.

One hand moved up her back, up to her neck, to the tie of blindfold, undoing it, freeing her eyes. He pushed forward, his cock deep in her bowels and held there as his hand found the stocking and he loosed her restraint.

And then he pulled out and moved away. Shirley held the chair for a moment, not sure what was happening. She turned her head and saw him take his place in the chair, his trousers open and his engorged cock sticking out proudly.

She knew what she had to do. She straightened, turned and moved to him. She knelt between is legs and took him in her mouth. Her head bobbed, lips sliding down his thick hard shaft. She felt his hand grip her hair, guiding her rhythm as she sucked him. She tasted herself on him and felt the ooze of his precum. The fingers of her one hand moved between her legs and she touched herself. She was so near the edge that a few flicks of her fingertip on that sensitive nub of flesh pushed her over. She moaned around his cock and felt his fingers grip harder and then heard his growl of pleasure as ropes of his cum shot into the back of her throat.

Her lips tightened on his flesh as spurt after spurt of his wonderful cum pumped into her willing mouth. She held him there, until his hand left her hair and his cock slowly softened as she suckled him. She smiled inwardly, knowing the night was still young.



After Dinner Activities



It hadn't taken them long to find a dark alley once the left the restaurant. The minute they were out of sight he shoved her against the wall, pushing his knee between her legs and forcing head up as he ravished her mouth. Not satisfied with plundering her mouth his hands slipped down and squeezed her tits hard, causing the women to gasp into his mouth. 

Pulling back he took in the red bruised lips before turning his attention to her tits, rubbing the nips through the black dress. Grabbing the straps he yanked them down along with the upper part of the dress, exposing the white mounds to the brisk air.

Satisfied that he now had full access he returned to kneading the woman's tits, occasionally twisting a nipple hard enough to get a hiss of pleasured pain from the women. 

"Such pretty swollen tits," the man murmured, "they just begging to be abused and marked."

He leaned down and bit hard on the upper part of the left mound, causing the women to jerk against him. He pulled back slightly to admire the mark that immediately began to form, before he proceeded to start on the other tit. It wasn't long before both tits were covered in saliva and bite marks that wouldn't completely be hidden in the dress and the women was panting heavily.

Smirking the man forced her legs farther a part and slid a hand under the skirt of the dress. Yanking hard he tore the silky undies and tossed them to the side, before pressing a finger roughly into her pussy.

"You're dripping wet," he said, before withdrawing his finger. Ignoring her protest he brought the finger to her mouth, pressing it against her lips until she parted them, letting him slide it into her mouth, giving her a taste of her own juice. He leaned forward, while pushing her dress up, pressing he pants covered knee against her exposed pussy.

"If you want me to fill that greedy little pussy you are going to have to earn it slut," he murmured against her ear. Pulling back he moved until there was a few steps between them.

"I suggest you start put that mouth to good use and start sucking slut," he told her gesturing crudely to his cock. 

Hesitantly she dropped down in front of him, her knees scrapping against the cement, her tits still completely exposed. In a few seconds he had the zipper down and the button undone, he pulled the pants open just enough to let his cock spring free.

"Suck," he commanded, dragging her down on hard length, hands entangled in her hair. Reaching up she wrapped her fingers around it, pressing her tongue to the tip of the jutting penis, before wrapping her lips around the head. With one hand she started to massage the balls at the base, Hollowing her mouth she slide as much of the thick piece of meat as she could into her mouth, using her other hand to grip the base.

After a few minutes hands tightened in her hair and her head was forced down and he shoved his cock all the way down her throat, causing her to gag around the length. The tightening of her throat seemed to only encourage him as he proceeded to fuck her mouth hard, balls slapping her face as she was forced to take him all the way down.

Finally satisfied that he had completely raped her mouth he pulled back, leaving the women on her knees panting hard, her throat sore and her body shaking.

"As much as I enjoyed your mouth, I have no attention of Cumming until I've fucked you properly," told her, before dragging her to her feet. He looked around for a second, before his eyes caught sight of a waist high metal dumpster a few yards away. Pulling her over he pushed her up onto the lid, until she lay on her back, her legs spread wide on either side of his body. 

Pushing the dress up he pushed his cock into the wet folds of her pussy with one quick thrust. Not bothering to give the women time to adjust to the intrusion he repeatedly buried himself inside her, fucking her hard as she gasped and moaned beneath him.

"Such an eager slut," the man hissed as he pounded into the wet heat. His words caused the woman to shudder, pussy tightening for a second as she rode out an orgasm.

"I'm not done with you yet," he told her before he pulled out with a wet pop. Forcing her legs up higher he held open exposing her dripping pussy and her pink ass hole.

He pressed a finger against the pink bud, sliding it in with some work.

"So fucking tight, you're going to feel so good around my cock." he muttered as he positioned his length against the hole. Pushing the head into the ring of muscles he thrust into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper in her ass with each one. She whimpered slightly as she was stretched painfully as he fucked her open. 

It wasn't long before he was sliding all the way in, his balls slapping against her ass, before pulling back out, only to slam back in again. The tight walls of her ass clenching around him as she rode her second orgasm was too much for him and he came shooting his load deep into her hole.

Spent he stepped back to view his work, he took in the slut spread out on the dumpster, dress hiked up to reveal her pussy and dripping ass, tits covered in marks, jiggling as she panted. Catching sight of the torn panties he reached down and picked them up to use them to clean himself off. Tossing them on her face, wet with his cum and her pussy juices, he proceeded to tuck himself back in.

"Thanks for the ride slut. I'll be sure to call you next time I need to get off and require a tight hole to cum in." He told her smirking, before turning to leave.