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Bedtime

By: MYundt



You've had a long day and your body is tired and sore. I lie you down on the bed, on your stomach, with you incredibly beautiful, firm buns just begging me to caress. Mmm..., how tasty you look! But, not yet. First the massage.

I straddle you, facing your feet, fully naked as you are, and begin massaging your foot, working the muscles and aches between my fingers, paying close attention to each toe. My hands work their magic, relaxing them and moving up to your calves. I cup my hands over the calf muscle, working my fingers into them like a piano, kneading your legs firmly but not painfully. They're so tight, but soon they loosen up. I can feel the warmth from your legs as I massage and caress you.

I move back a little and you can feel my cock resting between your buns. I feel you squeeze them together, playing with me and feeling me harden and twitch. Soon enough, but not yet. I need to make you completely relaxed.

I begin to work on your thighs, my hands again cupping your legs, fingers pointing inward, grabbing and kneading your muscles, then releasing, working them thoroughly, from your knees to your buns. Soon they too are loosened up and warm. As my fingers near your buns you spread your legs slightly, allowing them to get closer to you.

I tease you by tracing my fingers along your thighs, getting close to your pussy lips, but not touching. I lick in little circles from your knees up your thighs, smelling the musky sweetness of you and making my mouth water. My hands are massaging your perfect, firm ass as I lick in long strokes along the side of your pussy, so close but still not touching. Ooh, such a tease! I blow lightly on your pussy and watch as your lips part slightly, already moist in anticipation.

Then, with the very tip of my tongue, I lick you in one long, barely noticeable touch, up the entire length of your lips, one then the other, then I lick around your asshole.

I straddle your butt again and begin to work on your neck and shoulders and arms. As I lean forward my cock rests between your thighs, lightly brushing your pussy, twitching and caressing you with just the head. I continue down your back and again I reach your butt. What a beautiful sight! Shaped like the most prefect Valentine's heart and aching to be kissed and licked and sucked, which I do, but still careful not to get too close. Just enough to make you wet and squirm.

I roll you over, and kiss you gently on the lips, feeling your tongue search out my own. My hands roam over your body, caressing your tummy and thighs, then back up toward your breasts. I kiss your cheeks and down to your neck, then up to your ear, nibbling on your ear.

I lick in little circles down your chest and between your breasts while my hands trace large circles along the outline of your tits, gently caressing under each one, ten lightly up to your hard nipples. I kiss under each one then take each nipple in my mouth, sucking your breast in and flicking my tong across them. My tongue licks circles around your nipples and I gently bite each one, pulling on them and sucking them again. I love your breasts --so firm, and just the perfect size for my mouth. An they are so sensitive to my touch. I continue to cup and suck and nibble on them while your fingers run through my hair.

I kiss down a little more and play with your belly button ring with my tongue, still caressing between your breasts. Soon I kiss farther down and again inhale the scent of your pussy. My mouth waters, knowing that soon I will be tasting you again. I place my whole mouth over your pussy and give you one long, slow lick between your soft lips, curling my tongue inside you. Then I suck you into my mouth, sucking you deep into me, flicking my tongue across your cunt lips. Mmm, nnngggnn, mmm!

I smack my lips and move my hips between yours, my cock in my hand, stroking it slowly as I rub the head of my cock along your pussy, back and forth, up and down and in circles. You fingers are already playing with your pussy and with my cock. I lean forward, my cock still pressed up against your pussy, the head barely inside of you and kiss you again, deep and passionately. I kiss my way back to your pussy and give you one good long lick and suck.

I lay back a little and you straddle me, slowly, taking me inside you inch by inch, feeling my cock stretch your pussy open, penetrating deeper and deeper into you until my balls are pressed between us. I lean forward so that we are both sitting up, your legs wrapped around me and my cock buried deep into you. With your breasts pressed into my chest, and my arms around you, we kiss and fondle each other and rock back and forth, fucking slowly and deliberately, the hair around my cock grinding into your clit as I pump in and out of you. 

We each lean back a little and look down between us, watching as my cock disappears into you then moves in and out, glistening with your cunt juices, so shiny and thick. It's such an incredible sight to see part of me buried so deep inside you, your lips wrapped around me, guiding me deeper and deeper, grabbing me and squeezing me. Mmm!! Tonight is more of the slow, steady but firm fucking, letting the intensity build slowly, just savoring the feeling of your pussy wrapped tightly around me, gripping and squeezing me. You can feel every ridge of my cock as it slowly slid in and out, sliding past your pussy lips then back in, the head, engorged and big, caressing the walls of your pussy, deeper and deeper, in and out, slow and steady and yet so intense.

The feeling of being together, of being inside you, the incredible sensation of fucking is so beautiful, so sensual and so incredible -- we don't want it to end. Mmm, I could sit in this position, or any other, and just fuck you forever, never wanting to leave the warmth and wetness of your silky, velvety pussy.

You push me back then move yourself around, lowering your pussy onto my face, right over my mouth. Oh I love to suck your pussy, eating you out and licking you deeply! My hands wrap around your legs and squeeze your ass, pulling you onto my face even more so I can bury my tongue deep into you.

I feel your hands wrap around my cock and your tongue run swirls around the heard, licking off your pussy juice like a candy cane. Your fingers massage my balls as my cock slips completely into your mouth, your tongue playing with the head. then I feel you lick up one side then the other, teasing the head again, sucking me into you, then licking, swirling, sucking, all the while massaging my balls and teasing my ass with your fingertips. A little harder and faster you pump my cock with one hand, massage my balls with the other and lick and suck on me with perfection.

I bury myself as deep into you as I can, probing your ass with my fingers, pumping them in and out of your ass and tonguing your pussy, curling my tongue inside you, searching the walls and crevices and deep hidden places, making you squirm and shiver.


You continue sucking and pumping me harder and faster, your finger pumping in and out of my ass as mine is in yours, massaging me still and sucking me deep inside. My cock feels bigger and harder than ever and I know I'm going to cum soon. I suck you completely into my mouth, licking you deeply, then teasing your clit with my tongue, flicking back and forth and back into you again.

I arch my back and explode into your mouth, hot thick jets pounding against your throat and filling your mouth. You cum at the same time and unleash your luscious juices all over my face as I lap it all up, drinking you in and savoring you.

You lick me clean, then turn around and kiss me, saving the cum for me as I share your pussy juices with you, mingling the two flavors together with our tongues.

Still hard, you straddle me again and I roll you over. Again, slow and firm, I pump in and out, grinding into you each time we come together. Pumping and thrusting, pushing deeper and deeper into you. I kis you all over, on the cheek and forehead and nose and neck and ears and, of course, deeply on the mouth. I love kissing you, feeling your soft lips against mine and the taste of each other on our lips. My hips pump into you, a little harder and faster now, but still steady.

Having just cum, I can now fuck you long and hard and steady, going for another hour in every position. We fuck with me on top of you; we fuck with you straddling me , impaling your pussy and stretching you around me; we fuck doggie style, my hands gripping your hips while I watch my cock disappear into you, pumping you hard and long; we fuck again sitting facing each other, fondling each other, caressing and kissing each other. We fuck each other until we are out of breath, sometimes slow, sometimes hard and fast, but always the most incredible feeling ever, of one person deep inside another.

We fuck, and fuck and fuck, never wanting it to end, but alas I can no longer hold back and I cum deep and hard inside your pussy. The hot cum sends you over the edge for the hundredth time it seems and you come too. Finally milked completely, I bury my face between your legs again, lapping up our cum then we embrace side by side and kiss again, sharing our cock-tale again.

Completely spent we fall asleep, naked, arm in arm, together, smiles on our faces!

In the middle of the night, I awaken, my cock again hard. You have your back to me and your ass caressing my cock. I reach down and spread your cheeks and guide myself slowly into your pussy. Mmm, the warmth, the wetness, just like a smooth velvet glove! I slowly begin to pump in and out of you and I hear you moan with pleasure, obviously having = another wonderful dream!

Bedtime



It was the twenty four anniversary of getting my cher ........ making love for the first time, and it was about to happen again.  We had made love during that day, but I had a delicious tingling feeling that this was going to be even more special.  When I got up that morning, I had been so sore.  I'd never even been able to get even a finger or a tampon in my vagina before, and that big, hard penis of John's had barged around in there so wonderfully ........... well, no wonder I hurt.  

Even though John had been afraid of hurting me even more, I had persuaded him to try it, and we had made love gloriously  twice that day.  He really didn't need much persuasion, hardly any at all.  He had been very gentle with me, though, and we used lots of lubrication.  We sort of worked the soreness out together.  Like I would always force myself to exercize sore muscles the day after a hard workout at the gym.  This was a lot more fun than exercize, though.  Now I was about to get fu .... made love to for the fourth time in twenty four hours, and I wanted it more than ever.  I wonder how often it's possible to make love in a day.  John says his penis can't just do it all the time, but he sure seems to be ready when I am.    

I went into the bathroom, peed, and hung my robe on the hook behind the door.  My nightie was on the other hook, so I put it on.  I wanted to wear it into the bedroom.  I either wanted John to take it off of me, have him watch me take it off, or even keep it on while he made love to me.  It made me feel sexy to wear it, and I wanted to share that with my lover.

I walked out into the bedroom, and John had lit two candles to give it a nice romantic glow.  My lover was in bed waiting, and he pulled the covers aside for me.  I stepped out of my slippers and slid into bed next to him, still wearing the nightie.  He pulled me almost roughly to him, and held me very tightly as we kissed.  He seems just as anxious for this as I am.  How wonderful.  He kissed me deeply, and in no time I was kissing him back with equal passion.  We were both trying to get even closer to the other.  Our arms around each other, legs intertwined, tongues sharing, his penis hard between us, my pussy starting to moisten already.  Oh, I want him so much.  In between kisses I asked if he minded if I kept my nightie on, and he said it was fine with him as long as it didn't interfere with his getting at my most interesting parts.  It was already pulled open in front so our bare stomachs were together, the nightie held only by the tie at my throat.  John was wonderfully, warmly naked.  When we're lying together like this, it doesn't make any difference that I sixteen inches shorter than he is.

I could feel Herman poking at me, so I reached between us and took him in my hand.  He was fully erect, hot, and throbbing.  Oh, boy, my wonderful Herman is ready for me.  Am I ever ready for him!  John put his hand between my legs and I parted my thighs eagerly to give him access to me.  His finger found my cleft, then my entrance, and slid it deep into my waiting vagina.

'Your pussy is very wet already, Baby,' he whispered.

'And Herman is warm and hard already, Darling.  I think they're ready for each other.'

He said, 'They're definitely ready, but what about foreplay?'

'What's that?'

'Foreplay involves the gentleman stroking, kissing, and otherwise stimulating the lady in order to get her in the mood for sexual intercourse.'

I giggled a little and said, 'I guess you forgot to tell me what that was called.  It seems like we do that all the tme.  We've been doing foreplay for about two days, except when we're making love.  I sure don't need any more, and I couldn't possibly be any more in the mood.  Would it be okay if we just skip it?  Miss Kitty wants big, warm Herman, and I just don't know how I could be any more ready to be ......  you-know-what.'

John replied by reaching over to the night table for the Astroglide and rolling me onto my back.  I didn't have to be told to spread my legs; that had become almost automatic.  Put me on my back, and my legs automatically spread.  Am I becoming some kind of slut?  I'm not really sure exactly what a slut is, but I'll be one for John anytime, if that's what he wants.  I just wish I knew more about how to do it.  The Astroglide was cold when he first put it on and in me, but the heat of my pussy quickly warmed it up, and I couldn't feel it anymore.  

I was ready to have John get between my legs, but instead he lifted my left leg way up and lay on his side facing me, with his front against my hip.  I could feel the tip of his penis probing for my entrance.  I thought the man was always on top except in porno videos.  I think I'm about to learn something new.  I didn't have to be told what to do  this time.  I reached down, took Herman in my hand, rubbed his tip between my lips to part them, and guided him to what he was looking for.  John gave a push, and he slid a little ways into me, opening me as he went.  A couple of pushes more, and I had the full, hot length of him buried inside me.  I may not be a virgin anymore, but he still feels huge.  I love the feeling of being full and stretched.  I hope he never makes me so big inside that I don't feel that.  

With me on my back and John on his side, our bodies were at an angle, and since he wasn't between my legs we couldn't get face to face.  I was a little disappointed that we couldn't kiss in that position, but I soon found out that there were some wonderful advantages.  

John started moving big, warm Herman in and out of my pussy, and it was totally, absolutely, incredibly, fabulously wonderful.  He would pull him out until only the tip was inside me, then slide back in until I was full of him again.  When he had been between my legs, Herman slid along my clitoris with every stroke, and I was almost constantly either building up to an orgasm, having one, or coming down from one.  That was wonderful, but in this position, my button  wasn't being constantly rubbed, so I could enjoy the lovely feeling of being fucked without the urgency of a climax.  My vocabulary has sure degenerated in the past day or so.  No, that's not a dirty word when used to describe what's happening to me right now.  I'm being gloriously fucked by the man I love, and there's nothing dirty about that.  It's the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me.  Oh, God, how I love him fucking me.  Ohhhh, if he keeps that up I'm going to go over!  No, I don't want to come yet, I want to float on my cloud of ecstacy.  

He didn't seem to go as deep in that position, so that exciting and slightly painful feeling of having my insides moved around wasn't as strong.  The new  position was every bit as wonderful as having him on top of me, but in a different way.  It was a more sweet and gentle way to make love.  I whispered what I was feeling and thinking to John.

He whispered, 'Baby, this way I don't feel so much urgency either, and that will make it last longer.  Are you comfortable?  It is okay with you if we keep this up for a long time?  You promise to tell me if you're getting sore or raw.'

'I'm very comfortable, and I'd like this to last forever.  Ooohh, that Astroglide makes it so smooth.  Are there lots of different ways to make love?'

'There are about as many ways to make love as people are willing to try, Sweetheart.'

I said, 'Can we try them all?  Will you teach me all those ways?'

'Well, there are some things that are a little far out and probably painful that I think we could do without, but I'd love to show you the ways I think are best.  We'll try just about everything and see what's best for us.'

'Oh, John, Lover, I love what you're doing to my nipples.  You can't use your hands on me when you're on top.  This way I get big, warm Herman in my pussy and your hands on me, too.  What you're doing to my nipples is really exciting.  It kind of adds to the pleasure you're giving my pussy.  I wish you could kiss me, though.'

'That's the nice thing about different positions, Baby.  Different ways to stimulate each other, different ways to enjoy and love each other.  I think you're learning something else that's very loving and intimate; talking while making love.  Do you like that?

He was right.  Our whispered and muttered conversation about very intimate things was definitely adding to the lovely physical feelings.  'I love talking with you like this.  It is okay to talk dirty when we're making love?  I'd like to hear you talk about fucking me.  Tell me what it's like to fuck me, John.'

'Oh, Baby, that feels so wonderful.  Your little pussy is so hot and tight on my cock.  I love fucking you.  Ooohh, do I love fucking you!'

John stroked Herman into me very fast and deep a few times, then held him deep inside me.  I felt him get bigger than ever, throbbing and jerking.  Then there was that hot, wet feeling spreading through my pussy.  He held still and shrank a little, then started stroking in the out of me again.  After a few strokes he was as big and hard as ever, and a stream of semen was starting to run out of me.

'Darling, did you just gusher into me?  Lots of those little parts of you to swim around inside me?'

'Honey, your pussy is so tight and warm that I feel like coming all the time.  It got so intense I had to let off some of the pressure.  You got your few million of my sperm, and now I don't feel such an urgent need to come and I can fuck you for a long time.'

'It can't possibly be long enough, Lover,' I whispered.  'I could never get enough of this.  I'm afraid you're pumping your semen out of me, though.  I can feel it running out.  I hope there will still be some sperms left up inside me.'

'I can feel it running out of you, too.  Some of it's flowing over my balls.  We're making a lovely mess down there, and it's going to get a lot messier.  Hope you don't mind.'

'Mind?  I love it.  I love your semen in my pussy.  It even feels sexy running out of me and over both of us.'

John slid his hand from my breasts down over my tummy and stroked my mound.  With what was going on in my vagina, everything felt sexy.  He slid a finger down my cleft and gathered up some of the slipppery mixture that was flowing out of me and spread it around on both  my nipples.  Wow, does that ever feel good!  Then he put a fingertip on my button, and a little jolt of electric excitement went through me.  He started stroking the length of my clitoris very, very gently with his fingertip, while he slowly fucked me.

'Lover, do you have any idea what that's doing to me.  I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin.  I don't think I can stand that much longer.  Oooohhhhhh, please don't stop.  If you stroked my button just a tiny bit harder or fucked me a little faster I think I'd go over.  What you're doing is just keeping me on the edge.  Don't stop, don't stop, please.  I know you like to tease me, but are you trying to drive me crazy?  Oh, God, I can't stand it, I've got to come.  Darling, let me come, pleeeeeeeeeeeease.'

He didn't say anything and didn't change what he was doing.  I was just at the edge of an orgasm, and I wanted so badly to come.  I was trying to strain to go over, and he just kept sliding his fingertip very, very gently along my button and fucking me slowly, with long strokes.  He told me to relax and let it happen.  I just lay there with my eyes closed, and tried to relax, relax, enjoy, enjoy. 

He didn't change what he was doing, but I could feel my orgasm coming from a long way off.  Like it was a car far in the distance on a straight road, coming towards me so slowly that I could hardly tell it was getting closer, but I knew it was eventually going to arrive.  As I lay there that car kept nearing me, and my pleasure and excitement gathered as it approached.  It was almost there, and I think I would have died if he had stopped what he was doing.  I told him not to stop, whatever he did.  Maybe I just thought I said it.  

John didn't stop, and neither did the approaching car that was my climax.  I felt my face get hot, and it was almost on me.  I had my mouth wide open, breathing in gasps as I welcomed it.  As my orgasm ran over me I could hear a long, low growl that I knew was coming from me.  This one was unlike any I'd had before.  It was a combined pussy, penis, button, finger orgasm that simply engulfed my whole body.  It just flowed up and down me, time after wonderful time.  When I'd had those monster climaxes, the ecstacy was to powerful that I just couldn't sustain it for very long, and it was almost a relief to start coming down.  This one was so wonderfully sweet, though, that I didn't want it to ever end.  John kept it going on and on, until he finally took his finger off my clitoris to let me come back down to earth.  My, God, another new kind of climax!  I wish there were words to describe it.  I'd love to be able to tell John what he just did to me.

I couldn't tell him, but I'm sure he had a pretty good idea of what had just happened to me.  He stroked my cheek and told me he loved me.  'Did you have a nice come, Baby?'

'Oooohhhhh, Darling, Darling, that was so wonderful.  I can't believe the things you do to me.  Every time we make love I feel things that I didn't know I could feel.  It is possible to have too many orgasms?  I't hate it if something that wonderful was bad for me.'

'I don't think you need to worry about overdoing orgasms, Sweetheart.  I think you could have one after another until you're exhaused, but if I think you're about to OD, I'll  stop soing whatever is causing them.  That won't happen, though, I'm sure.'

He continued to stroke big, warm Herman in and out of my pussy, and I could feel it when he would get close to his climax.  He would hold very still inside me, throbbing and jerking until he cooled off, then start that wonderful fucking again.  We went on and on like that, stroking my pussy with his penis, caressing my breasts and tummy, stroking my cheek.  We whispered words and sounds of love and pleasure to each other, and it was just like paradise.  

He took some of the semen that was flowing from me on his finger and put it to my lips, and I greedily sucked and licked his finger clean.  I did the same for him.  My nipples were even getting a little sore from his prolonged caresses, but I didn't want him to stop.  This was a wonderful position, and I knew that he could bring me to a climax in about two seconds by touching my button.  I was even tempted to do it myself, but I'd never tried it before while we were making love.  

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but it went on for a long, delicious time.  We continued until I was starting to get sore.  Big, warm Herman had been going in and out of me so long that I was getting rubbed a little raw at my entrance.  I sure didn't want to stop, but I was afraid of it getting so bad that we wouldn't be able to do it again until I healed.  Now that I had learned the joys of making love, I didn't want anything to interfere with my getting it as often as possible.  Or making me so sore I couldn't walk.

John must have been reading my mind, because he pulled out of me and got between my legs with his weight on his hands.  I opened wide and pulled my knees up.  His penis was sticking straight out like a fat, wet flagpole, and I watched as it sought my entrance.  I still can't get used to the idea that something so big can go into me.  Herman didn't need a hand to guide him this time.  He found Miss Kitty's entrance easily and slid inside her.  I guess air had gotten into my vagina during the few seconds he had been outside me, because when he slid back in, there was an awful sort of farting noise.  I didn't have time to be embarrassed, though, because I was getting fucked again, and big, warm Herman was sliding over my button with every stroke.  

John whispered, 'Baby, I'm about to come.  It feels like I'm going to explode.  Can you come with me?  I can't wait much longer.'

'Darling, I think I'm just as close as you are.  If you would come down here and kiss me, I think that's all I'd need to go over.'

John lowered himself to his elbows, and we shared the deepest, most passionate kiss imaginable.  That's all it took to get me over.  He started pounding into me with long, hard strokes, and I could feel my orgasm coming on like an approaching freight train.  My arms were around him, I locked my heels to the backs of his thighs and used my legs to thrust my hips up to meet him at every stroke.  Every time John slammed into me the collision of our bodies made a wet 'smack,'  Herman got huge, as he does just before he comes, and John thrust him really hard and deep into me.  I met him by raising my hips, and he went way up in me, hitting that spot that hurts and moves my insides around so wonderfully.  My ears roared, bells rang in my head, and the lights inside my eyes flashed red and yellow.  It was as if I fell off a high cliff into a deep, bottomless orgasm.  Oooohhhhhhh, Darrrrrrrrliiing.  

I was moaning and squealing into John's mouth.  I climaxed, came, orgasmed, went over,  and held John with my arms and legs, bells ringing and lights flashing.  Knowing that he was exploding inside me made me come all the harder.  His climax seemed to go on longer than before, and mine continued right along with his.  I grabbed a handful of his hair and held his mouth to mine, as if our orgasms would continue as long as we kept kissing.  I had developed a bad cramp in one foot, but I was only dimly aware of it.  If this continues any longer, I just know I'm going to die.  Nothing this incredibly, wonderfully, almost painfully good could possibly happen to me without my dying.   I don't care if I die, as long as I can do it like this.  Oh, my God, this is WONDERFUL! 

John's strokes gradually became slower and less forceful, and together we came down from our orgasms.  We were still kissing, both breathing hard and fast through our noses.  John finally took his lips from mine, and I said, 'NO!,' and pulled his hair to get his mouth back down to me for more kissing.  I'm not completely finished with my climax, and I'm not going to let him stop kissing me until I am.  I put my tongue far into his mouth, and he sucked and licked it.  At last I came down to the point where I could let him stop kissing me, and he seemed glad to be able to breathe and gasp through his mouth.  I don't know about his heart, but mine was absolutely pounding.  The only thing I could say was 'Ohhhhhh, Darling,' as I pulled him down and raised my head for more kissing.  

I felt Herman shrinking inside me, and he came out with a little 'plop.'  By that time I was back in touch with reality enough to take notice of the cramp in my foot, and it really hurt.  I muttered something, and John asked me if I was alright.  I managed to say, 'foot,' and he got off me to see what was the matter.  I looked down and pointed at my foot, which had a much worse cramp than I'd ever gotten in gymnastics.  The bottom of my foot was trying to bend into a C-shape, with my toes curled under.  I tried to straighten it, but the cramp was so bad I couldn't.  

John got into a sitting position and started massaging my poor foot with both hands.  What he was doing made it hurt even worse, but it slowly started to ease the cramp.  As if he didn't know what else to do, he kept massaging and took my big toe in his mouth and started sucking on it.  That looked so ridiculous and felt so funny that I started giggling and laughing.  I guess this took my mind off my cramp, because it finally relaxed.  Through my laughter I asked John why he had sucked my big toe, and he just laughed and said he couldn't think of anything else to do, my toe looked inviting, and that we had gone from the sublime to the riduculous in record time.  




Bedtime



I sat up for a kiss, and I guess that tipped my vagina like spilling a glass of milk, because it felt like a river was  pouring out of me.  I quickly got up, giggling, cupped my hand under my streaming pussy, and walked bowlegged and giggling to the nearest bathroom. 

I didn't even try to get to 'my bathroom,' because I knew I'd be leaving a wet trail if I tried to walk all that way.   I missed my after-orgasm cuddle because of that darned cramp.  Oh, well, I'll just get myself cleaned up, get back in bed, and demand my cuddle.  Quite a handful.  He sure can manufacture the semen.  Maybe I stimilate him, I sure hope so.  Less than twenty four hours ago it had blood in it, but I'll never bleed from making love again.  Herman still stretches me and moves my insides around, though.  I hope that never changes.  

I scooped some come off my thigh and sucked it off my fingers, enjoying the taste of John's semen and my juices.   My nightie had gotten all twisted and turned during our lovemaking, so I untied the ribbon and got it straightened out.  I wet a washcloth with warm water. cleaned my pussy and surrounding area, and dried myself with a towel.  I had to be very careful between my pussy lips, though, because I had definitely been rubbed raw.  I saw the Vaseline on the counter, and I smoothed some of that on me and inside me.  My vagina was like a big, warm pudding again.  I hope this soreness is gone by tomorrow.  I'd hate to think it would interfere with our lovemaking.  What's the matter with me?  I just got fu... made love to wonderfully and it finished with an orgasm so strong that It gave me a cramp.  I'm already worrying about when I'm going to get it the next time.  The nuns always taught that gluttony is a deadly sin, and I think I might be getting gluttonous about sex.  Maybe John will let me clean him up.  I'd like to do that.  

I put warm water on a new washcloth, took a towel, and went back to the bedroom.  John was sitting with his back against the headboard, smoking a cigarette, and looking very contented.  I asked if he would let me clean him, and he pulled the covers aside and spread his legs.  I gently cleaned the semen and other things off Herman, his testicles and the surrounding area.  After I dried him, I gave Herman a nice tongue bath, then I dried him again.  John seemed to like having me clean him up, and I decided to always try to do that for him after we made love.  

He told me to blow out the candles, so I did that, took off my nightie, and slid into bed.  I noticed on the bedside clock that it wasn't quite midnight.  He moved over on the big bed so we weren't lying in a wet spot, took me into his arms, and we had a wonderful naked kiss, murmuring words of love and satisfaction.  I told him that he was a wonderful lover and teacher, and he said I was a truly talented and enthusiastic student.  

After I satisfied my immediate need for kissing, I asked if I could be the 'front spoon' when we went to sleep.  I turned over, backed up to him, and he pulled my back tightly to his front and our bodies curled into each other.  The storm was really raging outside, strong winds blowing rain against our windows and shaking the sliding door.  I felt wonderfully warm, protected, comfortable, cozy, and loved.  

John kissed me on the neck and ear, took a breast in his hand, and we exchanged 'I love yous' and 'goodnights.'  In that big, warm bed, my lover's body against mine, and his breath soft on my neck, I thought of what had happened to me in the past twenty four hours.  It's still Sunday, just barely.  It was after midnight when I got my cherry popped, so all our lovemaking was today.  Today I lost my virginity, I was fu...... made love to four times, had my pussy kissed twice, and sucked John to a climax once.  How many orgasms did I have today?  Let's see, last night .............

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Bedtime



I step through the door into my bedroom, turning on the light and immediately pulling my brown t-shirt over my head. Tossing it to the floor, I reach down and remove my brown biker boots, setting them in my closet before undoing my belt and tossing it aside as well. My faded, torn jeans quickly follow suit, landing in a pile on the floor and leaving me standing in the room in nothing but a skimpy, skin-tight pair of black bikini briefs.

Briefs made even tighter by the large, throbbing bulge in the front.

Your words, those naughty machinations designed to send me over the edge, fill my head as I crawl onto my bed, sighing softly at the feel of the warm mattress against my newly-exposed skin. My crotch is slightly uncomfortable due to my raging hard-on, but I enjoy the feeling, the self-teasing I get when I force myself to wear such a small piece of garment over my eight-inch shaft.

I want to cum so badly, but not yet. Not before we take this step-by-step.

In my head, you're still begging for me. Telling me how much you love it when I slide my thick tool in your hot, tight pussy. The palm of my left hand presses against my crotch, my breath catching in my throat as I envision my eight thick inches parting your walls. How they grab my shaft, contracting against it, milking my sensitive skin as I push in, filling you inch by glorious, burning inch.

You whisper in my ear...telling me just how hot I make you, how you love my thumb rubbing your throbbing clit, teasing it in circles much the same way my moist tongue teases your rock-hard nipples. I feel the weight of your firm breasts in my hands, pressing them together and kneading the flesh for our mutual desire.

You drive me wild as you beg, cooing and moaning in my ear. The sound of your ragged breath, those helpless pants in my ear, are so sexy I can barely control my own breath. Your moans rise into an orgasmic crescendo, and the scream signaling your orgasm is just as arousing as the sudden rush of warmth and juices that accompanying the hard spasming of your womanly muscles.

Hmmm...perhaps I should back up a little bit.

You're lying nude on my bed, your legs spread. I love the wicked smile on your face, the way your soft hair frames it. Your nipples stand at attention, drawing my eyes to your considerable and ample breasts. They're firm to the touch, but still soft and oh so juicy. My mouth waters simply staring at your peaks. Your legs, long and smooth, tease me, as if your thighs call my name. Your thighs lead me straight to your core, a warm, hairless mound complete with prominent nub at the top and the tiniest glistening of moisture.

The sight makes my cock jump, the blood pumping through the shaft as it grows. My hands lightly trail over your thighs, massaging the skin up, then down. My fingers trail ever so softly over your inner thighs, and I smile at the way your body jerks with pleasure.

I kiss your navel, my tongue tickling it as my left hand cradles your right breast, feeling the nipple press against my palm. My heart rate doubles, your scent hitting my nose for the first time, drawing my kisses further south. I kiss along your stomach, lavishing in the taste of your skin and the soft noises of your approval.

At last, I reach the promised land; my fingers part your pussy lips, leaking more of your moisture. I reach my tongue out to gather it up, groaning as the salty sweetness hits my taste buds and slithers down my throat. My tongue follows that by lightly flicking against your clit, the throbbing nub shaking at my mercy. I then run the length of my tongue from the valley between your ass cheeks, between the lips of your pussy, until I engulf your clit into my mouth, sucking on it as I would your nipples, my left hand squeezing your breasts in alternating rhythm, my right hand offering two fingers for you to suck.

If it were possible, your tongue roaming over my digits makes my dick harder, throbbing against the mattress as my hips begin a back-and-forth rhythm. I run my shaft over the mattress as I keep sucking on that nub, feeling every twitch of your hips, hearing every coo, sigh, and moan. I chew lightly on your clit, flicking it repeatedly with my tongue, growing quicker as the seconds and minutes tick by.

I keep that pace, and that position, until you cum, crying out for me as your muscles spasm, your legs tightening around my face to keep me between your legs. I gladly lap at your release, tasting your sweetness and relishing in the feel of its warmth trickling down my chin and over my neck. I groan in approval.

I always love the way you cum; so fucking sexy...

I kiss up your body, finally pressing my lips lightly against yours to help you come down from your high. I wrap my arms around your waist, holding your warm body against mine, our conjoined bodies matching our bated, ragged breath.

Soon, I turn you onto your stomach before raising you onto your knees. I massage your ass cheeks, kneading the firm flesh between my fingers, leaning in to again run my tongue over your pussy lips. I lean forward again, whispering in your ear, "You want me?"

You nod in agreement, pressing your ass back against my throbbing dick, the swollen tip barely pushing against your opening. With one smooth motion, I slide all the way into you, groaning low in my throat once my shaft fills you to the hilt. My balls shake as they press against your clit, letting you grow accustomed to my girth.

Your tightness sends waves of pleasure through my body, your juice running down my thighs as I grab your hips and begin a slow back-and-forth motion. You meet every thrust with one of your own, our bodies beginning to slap against each other. My bed begins banging lightly against the wall, joining in with our bodies and our moans in an erotic symphony. I slide all the way in with each thrust, picking up the pace steadily as we fuck, sweat dripping from my forehead and landing on the small of your back.

My hands roam along your back, rubbing the skin there before giving your shoulders a light massage, my fingers eventually snaking around your body to cradle and fondle your firm, swinging breasts. I tweak each nipple as I start pumping harder into you, filling you eight-inches deep, my balls hitting your clit each time the underside of my dick slides alnog your g-spot.

Before I know it, you're screaming again in orgasm, grabbing the sheets so hard your knuckles turn white. Your entire body spasms, your pussy grabbing and milking my shaft with all its strength as I watch your cum spray onto my shaft, coating my lap and running over my balls.

I laugh at the puddle below us on the bed, wrapping my arms around you as I roll onto my back. I hold you close to me for several minutes, squeezing your breasts and kissing along your neck, jawline, and your lips. Our tongues meet and dance erotically, our collective breathing eventually subsiding enough so I can turn you around in my lap. You now face me, my dick deep as it'll go inside your warm center, our bodies coated with sweat.

My hands cradle your breasts again, pinching your nipples and massaging the firm flesh I can't get enough of. You begin to rock your hips back and forth, starting off slow. I groan and arch my back, closing my eyes with a lustful grin at the feel of my dick buried deep inside you, working back and forth against your tight walls.

I'll never get over just how tight you are, how heavenly it feels each time I slide my member into your hot, dripping pussy.

Once you quicken your thrusts, now bouncing in my lap, I begin pushing my hips up and down, trying to match your rhythm. We both gasp at the sensations, my hands unable to keep still, roaming all over your taut skin. Your back, your stomach, those ripe breasts, your firm, luscious ass...everything's fair game as you lean down and we again share a passionate kiss.

Your clit rubs against my lap in this position, my arms wrapping around you to hold you close to me. My breathing builds steadily, eventually growing to moans and soft grunts. As that familiasr tingle begins to build, I let out a soft scream, holding onto you even tighter as I whisper in your ear.

"God, I'm gonna cum..."

With that, I shove my cock as deep into your pussy as it'll go, screaming as my whole body goes rigid. I release all at once, groaning loud and low as my cock spasms in your core for the first time, sending a hot, thick stream of cum into you. I twitch with each convulsion of my shaft, my balls shooting stream after hot stream into you, filling you so full our collective juices run down my shaft and between my ass cheeks onto the bed.

You cum with me, screaming and shaking, my arms wrapped tight around you as we both shake and convulse in the bliss that is our conjoined release. Once my body finally goes limp, my cock slips out of your pussy, a puddle of cum resting between us as I catch my breath, showering your lips and neck with soft, warm kisses.

Once the convulsions stop, I look down at my belly, grinning at the puddles that litter it. I'd held out throughout our entire encounter, knowing that when I finally granted myself release in the privacy of my bedroom, my reward would be a massive, heavy orgasm.

And I was right; my cock spasmed hard, my thighs twitching with each shot of cum that flew from my swollen purple tip and onto my hairless chest. I hit my right nipple, a river of jizz running to my navel, which is filled with a milky white. The juice is warm against my skin, and I let out a satisfied sigh as I let go of my softening cock to run my fingers over my own release.

Satisfaction quickly gives way to tiredness, and tiredness eventually leads to sleep. I don't even bother putting my underwear back on, or wiping myself off; next thing I know, it's morning and I awake to the sight of myself naked between the sheets, my cock as hard as it had been the night before.



Bedtime by Twelve



'Get ready for bed, pancake,' his voice said in a gentle tone. 'In bed by eleven-thirty and asleep by twelve,' he reminded her for the third time that week.

The girl tensed her lips into a tight smile as she crawled off of the couch, leaving her boyfriend alone in front of the television. She groaned - the couch was brand new and very comfortable. They bought it just last week when they moved into the apartment together.

For the past two days, she had just decided to ignore us rule. He seemed a little annoyed when he found her reading a book at one-thirty in the morning on her tablet. That was the first night. The second night, he caught her texting her best friend at nearly two o'clock. He handled the situation calmly. The twenty year old male grabbed her cellphone, set it on his nightstand and pulled her close to him, practically giving her no choice but to sleep.

Tonight, as she entered the restroom to brush her teeth, she did so with annoyance. It was eleven fifteen. She began to wonder why he didn't obey his own rule. He usually came to bed five minutes before midnight.

She finished washing her face and walked into the bedroom. From the oak dresser, she pulled out her favorite pair of sweatpants and pulled them on over her bare legs. Originally she had been wearing just a tank top and panties but she felt cute in the sweatpants and they were very comfortable to lounge in.

After removing her bra, she crawled into bed and settled under the covers. For about ten minutes, she texted with her best friend about meeting up for spring break. She had just finished suggesting a possible road trip when the hallway light turned off. It was already twelve o'clock. The restless girl shoved her phone under her pillow and faked asleep. 

The bed wiggled and the blankets shifted for less than thirty seconds before the room went completely silent. 

She sat there for what seemed hours before she felt the other side of the bed get heavy. It frustrated her that he had neglected to snuggle her again but she figured it was because she kept dodging his curfew. He seemed really upset about it.

A few more moments passed and the apartment started to make noise. It, too, was settling down for the night.

The young woman grabbed for her phone and started tapping her response to the text message she didn't get to read. The time was twelve fifteen. Her eyes were so focused on the bright white light from her phone that she didn't notice the disappointed stare aimed in her direction. Mid-text, the phone was taken gently from her hands.

For some reason, his gentleness made her feel so small.

'Do you know why you have a bedtime?' he asked, his voice not tired at all but instead, genuine.

'No.' she whispered. Looking into his eyes, he didn't seem angry. Now she was confused.

'Because you need to take care of yourself. You don't sleep enough. It's not healthy.' 

His response caught her by surprise. So he wasn't being a controlling jerk - he was caring for her health. She could do nothing but stare at him.

'Okay. Well this is the third night that you've been up past twelve.' With a sigh, he turned on the bedside lamp. 'Roll over.'

The couple exchanged a few blinks. His were upset, now and hers were confused.

'Roll over,' he repeated. He placed one hand on her right hip, pulling her onto her stomach to the center of the bed. 'Take off these sweats.' He pulled the covers from her body and let them fall to the floor behind him. 

'Why?' She was still confused but began pulling off her sweats.

'You're being punished,' he explained. 'You'll go to bed on time next time.'

Her movements froze and she took a few seconds to consider his words. 'No.' It sounded like a squeak. But before she could pull her sweats back on, he was on his knees at the edge of the bed, tugging them off. He tossed her sweats and her panties to the floor.

'Yes.' And with that simple word, he began to flip her over. 'Stop fighting it,' he mumbled as he effortlessly pinned her on her stomach.

'Seriously?' The girl attempted to flip again to her back but his body weighed her down like a paperweight. 'What the fuck?!' 

She could feel his erection against her ass as he held her wrists together in his left hand. She tried to move but his weight was now on her legs. The girl was trapped. 'Stop messing around!' she groaned.

He got back up on his knees and gently rubbed the girls right asscheek. 'I'm not.' And his warm hand came down on her ass, biting at her pale flesh with a warm sting.

'Ow!' A shocked squeak echoed throughout the room. 

She felt her face flush pink. 'Are you joking me?!'

'Nope.' His hand smacked her ass again, harder this time. From what she knew, he was a gentle guy. But right now, he was being so rough. 

'Please stop!' Smack. 'Ow! Stoppit!' Smack.

'Hush. Fourteen to go.'

She squealed each time his hand met her ass. 'Maybe you should start going to bed like I tell you to.' 

He wasn't being jokey or laughing - his tone was serious. Tears were falling down the girls face that was pink with embarrassment as he continued his punishment.

The final smack hurt the most and he released her hands, crawling back to his side of the bed. 'Come here, pancake,' he said as he pulled the blanket back onto the bed. 

The girl scooted closer to him, crying. He let her lay on his chest as he gently rubbed her shoulder lightly with his warm fingertips. 

'Shhhh,' he cooed. Eventually the sobs turned into sniffles and the sniffles into a steady breath.

Now, she goes to bed on time.



Bedtime Fairy



I hear his voice in the wind like a whisper in my ear, and follow it to a modest apartment on the West side. When I arrive outside his window, he was trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. As I pass through the window, he sits up frustrated that he's been awake for hours.

"Hello," I stood there in the image of his perfect woman: cocoa smooth skin, 38D-24-38, tone and tight. My sheer gown leaves nothing to his imagination.

He rubs his eyes and shakes his head, not believing I'm there. "Hi."

"How are you doing, Roland?"

"I'm alright; just can't sleep."

"Need some help?"

"I'm dreaming, right?"

I move from the window closer to him, "Do you need some help going to sleep?"

"Yes; can you help me?"

"I'll try," I smile. "Lie back down."

He's hesitant, but lies back under his covers. My gown falls to the floor, and I climb in his bed behind him to snuggle up tight. Roland is not a small man; my guess is 5'8" and 220 pounds. He's wearing a tank top, which I lift the back of to press my nipples into his back.

"How does this feel?"

"I love it; nice and warm."

I put my leg on top of his, and rub my hand on his arm, "Most men who can't sleep have pinned up sexual frustration."

"You're right about that."

"How long has it been?" I let him know that it is okay when he doesn't answer for a while.

"Five months, so snuggling up on me may get you in trouble."

I kiss his ear, "I don't know the meaning of the word." I reach around to put my hand in his boxers, detecting his excitement on my fingers. He shifts a little more to his back, making it easy for me to reach his dick. I put my lips to his ear to whisper, "Relax and go to sleep," while I caress his dick."

"You're kidding, right? That's waking me up, baby."

"I can tell."

Roland sits up, swinging his legs of the other side of his bed, "Come around in front of me."

"Will doing that help you fall asleep?"

"It might. I want to look at you; touch you; taste you."

I get a huge smile on my face, and walk around the bed to do as he asked - bare from feet to head."

"Damn!" his eyes scale my body several times. "You are sexy!"

My body responds with goosebumps to go along with my hard nipples, "Thank you, Roland. I'm glad you find me pleasing."

"You're perfect," his laughs. "Come here."

I step forward to him.

"Let me suck your tongue," he says placing his hands on my hips for a kiss.

I put my hands on his shoulders, "I'm your bedtime fairy, so do whatever you want."

His tongue was heavy in my mouth, and initially moved way to fast. I put my hands to his face, and guide him with my tongue to slow down. He gets the message, and the kiss becomes very enjoyable. "Push your nipples in my mouth."

I lean back slightly to align my nipple to his lips, "As far as you wish."

"Push them in until you moan; I want to suck them hard."

I lean forward until I feel the hot moisture of his mouth, stay there for a second, and then lean forward until a charge goes from my nipple to my clit. I straddle his lap and pull his head even closer on them. His sucking is strong, and my moan grows a little louder the longer he does. He switches from my right nipple to my left, leaving my right one glistening. Missing the attention, and pinch my right nipples, sending even more charges to my clit.

"You feel so soft in my hands," he caresses my back down to my ass."

"Squeeze my ass, please,"

"Anything you want, fairy."

"No, anything you want - I already told you that."

"I'll squeeze it, and kiss it too," he guides me to climb off him, and bend my ass over to his face. He rubs it, squeezes it, and kisses it.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm, yes Roland."

"Reach in my shorts and take out 'your' dick."

I turn around and get on my knees between his legs. I open the flap of his boxers, and pull out his thick dick. It is almost fully hard, and the tip is wet with his pre-cum.

"Stroke it. Make it hard for you."

I spit in my palm and mix it with his pre-cum to stroke his dick. It gets fully hard in no time.

"Taste it."

I look up and smile as I lick the head, then take it in my mouth."

"Shit!" He moans for a few minutes, "Suck your baby's dick."

I come off for air, "As you wish."

"Oh shit, yes, get it wet, fairy."

I take it out again and ask if I can rub my clit as I suck.

"Hell yes! Get that pussy wet too."

"It's been wet from the time you wished for me."

"So you're not real."

"I'm as real as you need me to be, but is that where you really want to go right now?"

He shakes his head, "Nah, I want you to reach up and put your wet fingers in my mouth."

I make sure I have a lot of my juice on my fingers and raise my hand to his lips, "My offering."

He sucks my fingers dry, "Tastes sweet, baby. Keep sucking and playing with that clit."

"I won't stop until you make me." I feel him twitch a few times, and back off to not have him release too soon.

"Let me fuck your mouth."

I lean back on my knees, and put my hands behind my back. He stands from the bed, pulls his boxers off, and takes a hold of my hair in one hand and his dick in the other. He strokes his tip across my lips to get my mouth open, then slides himself inside.

His head falls back, "So hot and wet." The momentum of his hips increase, dragging his dick back and forth across my rough toungue. "Oh shit, your mouth feels good."

As I moan, I reach around to rub his ass -- feeling his cheeks tense up and relax in a rhythm.

"Let me touch the back of your throat with my dick; let me make that mouth mine."

"Do it," I mumble around his dick, open a little wider, and reach down to finger my pussy.

"This is how I'm gonna fuck your pussy!" His tip hits my tonsils, causing me to gag slightly and slobber to roll out the side of my mouth. "Yes! Slob my dick! "It's ok for you to be nasty with me."

I alternate between holding my mouth open and closing my lips to hum on his dick.

He starts twitching again, and pulls out to lie back on the bed, "Come straddle my face. Fuck my tongue; show me how nasty you can be."

I climb on the bed over his face, grab a hold of the headboard, and lower my dripping pussy to his mouth.

"Yes!"

My grinding starts off slow and methodical, but very quickly becomes wilder and more intense. I'm soon grinding my pussy all over his face."

Roland reaches up and smacks my ass while I'm fucking his mouth.

"Harder."

He smacks it again, harder.

"Harder!" A second later I feel the hot sting of his hand, several times in a row. The harder he smacks it, the harder I fuck his mouth."

An incredible orgasm is building, and I have no intentions on getting up. "I hope you want my cum in your mouth."

He mumbles something, but I have no idea what he is trying to say -- and I don't stop. My grinding turns into bouncing as the orgasm hits. I pull up on the headboard, because the slightest touch is electric for that minute.

"Yesssss, let it go, fairy! Give it all to me! I wanted you to cum in my mouth, you know that?"

The orgasm is still too strong for me to respond.

"You taste sweeter than a mutha fuck!"

"Thank you," I pant, starting to regain control.

"Now slide down my body and kiss and lick your cum off my mouth while sliding your pussy on my dick."

"Hell yesssssssssss!"

"Taste your cum off my lips, and fuck me!"

I lean my head over and take a deep breath, "The smell of my cum on your face is driving me crazy."

"That's so sexy. Go crazy baby! Get my dick wet!"

I slide my pussy down until I feel the tip of his dick. I work my pussy over his dick, coating it with my cum until he lines it up to my slit and I take it in me.

"Kiss me hard; get that cum off my tongue."

I slide my pussy up and down his dick as I clean his face, "I won't leave a drop. You're dick is feel great inside me."

"Inside you?"

I look right into his eyes, "In my wet pussy."

"Yeah," he smiles. "Sit up so I can suck your titties."

"Yes sir," I lean back and put my hands on his thighs for leverage, pushing my titties proudly forward.

He grabs them both and squeezes them to his mouth. I start bouncing down hard because I can't get him deep enough. "Your pussy feels so good!"

"It's just 4 you!"

He moans, "Fuck me, fairy! Fuck your daddy with that hot pussy!"

I lean forward to put my arms around his neck, and ride his dick hard -- bouncing and grinding, taking his dick as deep as I can get it.

I feel Roland hands reaching around to play with my ass. He spreads it open, and slides his finger in using the juice off my pussy.

"Ummm shit!"

"Fuck my fingers too!" he slides another one in beside the first one.

I rock my hips forward for his dick and backwards for his fingers, until I scream when another orgasm hits. I dig my fingers in his shoulders.

"Fuck yes!"

My moans sound like crying as my body shakes and trembles. Sometime before it is over, he takes his fingers out. When this one subsides, I slowly rock on his dick.

"Get up and suck that cum off my dick."

My tired body get a jolt of energy at his words, and I jump off his dick to get between his legs. "My only desire is to make you cum right now."

"Stroke and suck my dick like a bitch in heat. That's what you are, right?"

"Yes," I grunt.

"Then be my bitch. Suck it like it's yours!"

"I am, daddy, it is mine!"

"Make it cum!"

I suck the tip, and stroke the shaft.

"Suck my balls too, baby."

I look up at him, "If you lay back, I'll lick your ass."

"Ohh yess!"

"I knew you'd like that."

He lays back and opens his legs, "Do it. Lick my ass!"

Right before my tongue flicks his puckered hole, I ask, "Am I a nasty bitch?"

"Yes! You are a nasty bitch! I love a nasty bitch! You are driving me crazy," he says as my tongue dances over his hole. I push my tongue in as I keep pumping his dick, and he almost jumps off the bed.

"You okay, daddy?"

"Get up and bend over," he says out of breath. "I want to fuck you in that tight ass."

"As you wish!" I get off the bed, and walk around to bend over the foot of the bed - feet apart, ass open."

Roland gets behind me, "Get that ass up higher."

"Yes sir," I raise to my tip toes. He puts his dick in my pussy for lubrication, then put the tip at my puckered hole. I take a deep breath and brace myself. He grabs my waist and pushes his dick in my ass. "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" His dick passes the rim, and he rocks back and forth going deeper and deeper.

"Tell me to fuck that ass."

I grit my teeth, "Fuck my ass! Fuck my slut ass!"

"Yes, talk nasty to me!" He grips my shoulders and pushes all of his dick in my ass.

My moan really was a cry this time. His dick felt so painfully good that tears started rolling down my face.

"I'm making you my bitch," he fucks me harder and harder. "Making it my ass!"

"Fuck yes; fuck your bitch's ass!"

He smacks my cheek, "Say that shit again!"

"Fuck your bitch's ass!"

"You are my bitch, aren't you?"

"YES! Gimme that big dick!"

"It's so tight on my dick, bitch. Am I your first?"

"Yessssssssssssss."

"I'm making you love it, ain't I?" he fucks it a little harder, smacking it a few more times.

The tears continued to roll, "Shit yes, I love it!"

"I didn't hear you," he pulls my head back by my hair."

"I LOVE IT!"

"I know, bitch!" He reaches his other hand down and puts two fingers in my pussy to fuck it while he drills my ass. "Be nasty bitch!"

"I'M YOURS - DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO TO ME."

When his fingers push inside and hit my g-spot, I explode -- squirting a puddle of my cum to the floor beneath me.

He yanks my hair harder, "Look what you did!"

There is no way I can respond.

He lets go of my hair and pulls his fingers from my pussy to put both hands on my shoulders, "I've never had a woman squirt like that," he thrust harder and harder. "I want you to belong to me! Gimme that ass! Give it to me!"

I fuck him back as much as my orgasm will allow, but my body is spent.

"Here I cum! I'm about to cum," his thrusts get short and erratic.

"Where do you want to put it?"

"In your mouth and on your face."

I pull myself off his dick and spin around to my knees in front of him.

He strokes his dick so hard in my face; his hand is almost a blur, "Open your mouth baby! Here it cums! His grunts get louder and louder -- then he stops. There's three seconds of silence, and then a loud groan as the first wad of cum explodes from his dick onto my neck. The next two make it into my mouth, then he leans over me for the rest to squirt onto my chest.

His knees wobble, but he stays on his feet until his nuts are empty. "Oh I love you. Damn, I love you."

I get from under him, and help him back to bed. I lay him down, and climb behind him to snuggle to his back again. "Relax; go to sleep."

He keeps mumbling that he loves me, until his breathing becomes deep and steady. When I hear him snore, I make my way out of his bed and out of his room -- leaving my puddle at the foot of the bed so he can know it wasn't just a dream.



Bedtime Fantasies of Daddy



Daddy always fills my day dreams and my night dreams...

I am laying alone in my twin bed, under the soft pink flannel sheets wearing only my nightgown and I can hear him. The room is dimly lit by a nightlight and my door is open. I hear him with her and in her moans, I hear all he is doing to her. I know their routine and I can only hope for my turn later. She will take her sleeping pills and be completely out by the time he is done showering.

Drifting in and out of a light sleep I hear my door close and lock just before my covers are gently pulled down. My heart leaps as my pulse quickens and it takes all I have to lie still as his hungry gaze travels over my thinly veiled body in my dark bedroom. His fingertips trace my jaw line then his hand feigns a grip on my throat before continuing down and tracing around my hardening nipples under the thin fabric. I know my breath has quickened but I try to stay quiet and allow my eyelids to relax and stay closed.

He knows what I want. He knows what I need. I am fulfilled knowing that tonight again Daddy is going to take me to heaven. 

Pulling my nightgown up over my hips, he takes my knees, lifts and spreads before gently blowing air over my swollen hungry pussy lips. I gasp unable to pretend sleep any longer and before the first moan escapes my lips his tongue traces up and down the length of my lips, pressing in deeper with each pass before landing squarely on my clit. His hunger and pleasure are audible. I love the sounds he makes. I can feel them They take me higher. 

Tracing circles around my now swollen clit, his motions are intermixed with nibbling and sucking, making my body writhe in response. My hands lower, gripping his thick hair in my hands. Grinding his chin against my hungry cunt he knows I am wet for him as he lowers his tongue to taste. The tip of his tongue travels slowly around, teasing, tempting and making me ache to be filled. Then he pushes his tongue inside and I am not sure I can hold back as he trusts it into me repeatedly. I know my moans are getting louder as he pulls a pillow over my mouth helping me to somewhat contain the noise. His growling hunger continues as he moves back to my throbbing clit, wrapping his lips around it while he sucks and flicks his tongue across it at the same time. This is a place I could remain forever, being loved by daddy like this is absolute heaven. My body betrays me as soon as he speaks, "cum baby girl, daddy needs you to cum." 

Ramped up to that place of no return, my breathing nearly stops before my head rises up and my words become comprehensible. Contractions pulse through my cunt and I know he can feel them with his mouth. I am lost in bliss and the orgasm continues as he rises, aims his rock hard cock and thrusts in, penetrating me deep. His deep, long, continuous thrusts keep my orgasm going. 

Pulling me over on top of him he grips my waist and pulls me down hard, lifts me up and down hard again. He knows this angle makes me gush and that is exactly what he wants. Covering his hips with the warm liquid, the wetness between us is audible as he continues to fuck me up and down his shaft. Gawd he won't let me stop coming until he does and we are both covered in sweat and my cum. Suddenly his body stiffens and he shoves in even deeper. I feel his cock contract and the explosive bursts of cum shooting inside of me. My cunt contracts to swallow and beckon more from him. Daddy's cum is so deep inside fills my thoughts as I try to catch my breath.

He holds me tight and kisses my neck and ears before whispering, "don't clean up, I will be back in the morning for my breakfast." Oh gawd, I am crazy horny again in an instant and I whimper as he pulls his cock out and rolls me back onto the bed. Pulling up my covers as he rises to leave, he traces the tip of his wet cock over my lips and I lap at him just to have that taste of us. Leaning down he then kisses me goodnight and shares that sweet taste of our sex. "Goodnight my precious princess. See you soon," he says and leaves. I am smiling as my eyes close and I drift into the most relaxing, content sleep I have ever known.

Thank you daddy, I adore you.



Bedtime on My 18th Birthday



Growing up in a small village of close families, he behaviour of myself and my mother never seemed unusual.

I knew we were closer than most as it was just her and I, and we did everything together, more than I did with my own friends.

I can unashamedly say that my mother was my best friend.

I had my own bedroom, but that was mostly for show, as I spent nearly every night in her bed with her, snuggling and sleeping together.

My eighteenth birthday fell on a weekday, and I had a small party planned for the weekend, but me and my mother had a good day to ourselves, me opening my presents, my mother taking us out for meal, before snuggling while watching a movie.

She was so soft and cuddly, being a chubby woman with thick hips and large, full breasts. She had a deliciously jiggly belly and her bum was so round and thick. She had thick, long dark hair to go with her large brown eyes and thick lips.

If it sounds like I found my mother attractive, I won't lie, I have held a candle for her since my hormones decided women were awesome rather than silly.

I guess it's because of her and out closeness that I hadn't had a girlfriend, because I was no hunchback, I considered myself quite handsome.

"Ready for bed then, my big grown-up?" My mother finally asked that night.

I laughed and replied "I have been plenty grown up for years, mum."

"I know baby, but it's official now, you're a man." She said with a fond smile.

I followed her upstairs and went into my own room to let her change into her nightie, then she called me into her room.

"Still want to sleep with your mummy?" She asked, her tone oddly tentative.

"Of course I do, I'm eighteen, nothing's changed mum."

She smiled and I slid in beside her in my boxers. That was all I ever wore in bed. My mum wore thigh-length nighties that showed off her amazing cleavage, many a night of which I had fallen asleep with my head buried in.

Only this time, she wasn't wearing one.

I had snuggled right up to her when I felt her bare breasts against my chest, her nipples hard and poking my chest.

Before I could vocalise my shock, she said "Things have changed, son, you're an adult now. When adults share a bed they don't need to wear clothes, I hope you don't mind?"

"Of course not." I stuttered, suddenly achingly erect.

"Want to take your boxers off?" She asked sweetly.

Without answering I kicked them off and tentatively returned to the cuddle. I gazed into her eyes, though I probably looked terrified, surely she could feel my erection pressing against her thigh?

Her glance downward told me she could, though she smiled proudly.

"Do you love me?" My mother asked.

"What a stupid question mum, I love you more than anything." I answered honestly.

She stroked my cheek tenderly.

"Adults have a way of expressing love, baby, do you understand what I mean?" My mother asked, her tone warm and loving.

Surely she didn't mean what I thought she did?

"...sex?" I asked, confused. My mother smiled and nodded, blinking slowly with her heavy eyelids. She trailed her hand through my hair slowly, gazing into my eyes.

"Would you like to have sex, baby?" She asked.

My heart about leapt into my mouth and my balls about burst.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"It's okay if you don't want to. I just know how much you enjoy cuddling and I know how much attention you've been giving my breasts since you got older. I have wanted to for a while and now you're a man there's no reason we shouldn't have sex."

"It'll be my first time..." I admitted. My mother giggled girlishly.

"I know baby, I want to be your first time. And as many times as you like." My mother said as she rolled onto her back.

"Lay on top of me baby." She purred.

I lifted myself up and shaking like I had a car battery hooked onto me I shifted on top of my mother, her large, spread breasts cushioning against my chest and our eyes fixed to one anothers; hers relaxed and loving, mine wide and filled with nerves.

She smelt of spiced apples, a scent I had always been aware of, but I noticed it more than ever right then.

Her skin was so smooth and soft, and though we had spent endless hours snuggling, this was different, I could feel every inch of her bare flesh, radiating heat against mine.

My erection throbbed against her tidy nest of dark fluff between her legs.

"I'm going to open my legs now baby." My mother said as she gazed into my eyes. "You need to move your hips until you find a wet spot with your erection. Once you find it, push ever so gently and you will slide inside my vagina."

I felt her legs part under me, my mother laying them either side of my thighs. She gently stroked my calves with her feet. And her hips arched under me, her chubby bottom lifting slightly.

"Can you feel anything?" She asked.

I was so shocked I hadn't moved, but her reminder had me lift my hips, my erection leaving her cosy pubic hair, and immediately I felt a searing heat between us.

I nervously probed, my mother moving her own hips to help me when suddenly, the tip of my erection nuzzled a moist, thick-lipped berth. A little gasp escaped my mother's lips and she smiled.

"That's the spot baby. Push yourself inside me."

I eased my hips forwards and felt the incredible sensation of warmth and depth, my mother's vagina yielding to my erection as I sunk in inch by inch.

I pushed slowly until I felt our hips meet, and I realised I was utterly enveloped by my beautiful mother. She rolled her hips contentedly and stroked my hair.

"How does it feel having sex with me baby?" She asked.

"So amazing mum, you feel so good!"

My mother giggled.

"Oh shit." I muttered as I felt my balls tensing up. "I'm cumming mum!" I groaned and she replied "You can cum inside me baby, don't worry."

Those words tipped me over the edge and I climaxed, my hips spasming out of my control as I forced my erection as deep as I could, moving my mother up the bed with the force as my balls began forcing my sperm into my mother, flooding her pulsing vagina.

I continued groaning as my climax lasted for nearly a minute, the whole time my mother rolling her hips and tensing her vagina around my throbbing length, gazing up at me lovingly.

Finally my climax relaxed its grasp of me and I flopped exhaustedly onto my mother, who wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders, stroking my back.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too mum." I whispered back through laboured breaths.

I lifted my head to gaze at her.

"Did you enjoy having sex with me then baby?" She asked sweetly. I nodded with a huge grin.

"Sorry it was over so fast." I said bashfully. My mother giggled.

"Baby that was your first time." She answered reassuringly. "You will last longer next time."

As I gazed into her eyes, I stroked her hair in return, our bodies entwined and my slackening erection still pulsing inside her slick, full vagina, though I could feel it slipping out.

I lowered my head and pecked her lips nervously. She smiled and lifted her head and kissed me back, our mouths parting as our tongues instinctively found each other.

My mother broke the kiss for a moment to whisper "You're hard again, do you want to have sex again?"

As the tip of my erection was still inside my mother I jerked the rest of my length inside her in response, provoking a yelp from my mother into my mouth, followed by a lusty giggle.

I hooked my arms under her and began humping as our mouths remained locked together, my mother's now-sloppy vagina even more yielding than before and a little less tight.

I freed one hand to grope her huge breasts, the fatty flesh jiggling with the motion of my thrusts as our bodies lunged together.

She was right, I did last longer the second time, a good ten minutes before I finally felt my balls tingling once again.

"I'm gonna cum inside you again mum!" I groaned and she locked her legs around my backside, holding me inside her while my balls spasmed, sending a second load into my mother's vagina.

After, as we lay cuddling, my mother muttered contentedly "I can look forward to bedtime even more from now on."



Bedtime Reading



You wandered to the bedroom, a few loose papers in your hand. I thought nothing of it, some quick "homework" before bed. My book kept my attention for a while longer, although from time to time I heard rustling and quiet sounds from down the hall. Soon my curiosity won out and I left the book behind. My imagination bubbled with ideas as I walked toward the room.

My bare feet silenced my arrival. Peering around the door frame, I saw you lying naked, relaxed across the bed. The papers were held loosely in your hand, and your interest in the text was very evident: your hand wrapped around your stiffening cock. Whatever you were reading, you were enjoying it. Your sighs and "damns" flowed with your stroking. I stood quietly and watched your angled legs, broad chest, and busy hand. Your self-pleasuring was an arousing sight.

I was convinced you saw me as you dropped a page onto the sheets. My heart thudded, knowing how you would react to having a very interested audience. But my presence was unknown to you...you were completely absorbed in the scene in the story. Your cock was slick and fat in your hand. I could hear the friction you created with each stroke. Your breathing was ragged. The moans were drawn out and husky.

Watching you inspired a shower of reactions in my body. I felt my nipples harden, and saw them pressing through my blouse. My pussy tingled, and I shifted from foot to foot to relieve the pressure. That just stimulated me more. I licked my lips more than once, so aroused by your stroking. My hand rose to my breast, cupping and caressing it. 

My mind was racing: should I join you? Should I leave you to cum in private? I chewed on my lower lip while I tweaked my nipples and pondered the ideas. With a grin, I decided to join you...in a way. I stripped silently in the hallway. Blouse, bra, shorts and panties dropped to the carpet. There I was, naked like you, excited by watching you, needing to touch myself. I held my breath, and slid down the doorway. I could see you perfectly and yet wouldn't disturb you. And I could play with you, although not 'with' you.

Now there were more pages on the bed than in your hand. Your hand was wrapped around your purpling cock. Your stroking was longer and stronger. From time to time you released it to cup your tight balls. Seeing your stiff cock jutting 'hands free' was an amazing sight. 

My back rested against the door frame, and my legs were spread leisurely. My fingers found my wet pussy. I spread the wetness from my clit to my ass and massaged it in slowly. My lips and clit got special attention from one hand while my nipples were treated by the other. It was difficult to be quiet and not join you in making sexy sounds. 

"Yes...ohhhhhhh" you growled as the last page slipped out of your hand. You watched it float over the bed and onto the floor....and you noticed me for the first time. The look on your face was a sexy combination of pleasure and puzzlement. Were you surprised to see me? See me naked? See me watching you? See me playing? 

My lips made a wet smacking sound as they pursed and sent a kiss to you. I nodded my head, urging you to continue. I got up from the floor and walked over to the chair next to the bed. Sitting down, I draped a leg over each chair arm. Your cock pumped in and out of your fist, and you were "grrrrrr"-ing at me. "Like the closer view?" I teased.

I reached into the drawer behind me and pulled out a thick flesh-like dildo. You were already focused on my pussy, and exhaled deeply when you saw the toy slip between my lips. As I inched it deeper inside me, you stroked your cock firmly. I watched as your cockhead popped out of your fist, then some of the shaft, only to be covered again by your fist. Your ass flexed, thrusting your cock higher.

"I like watching you jack your cock...You are so hard and thick," I purred while I pushed and pulled the dildo. "See how wet you make me?" I removed the dildo, showing you the sheen of wetness on it. I spread my glistening pussy lips, showing you the juices watching you generated. Slowly I slipped the dildo over my lips and onto my tongue, tasting the hot sexy sweetness.

Your groan told me you were close to spurting your building cum. I started pumping my pussy faster, longer, deeper. You stroked your cock tighter, firmer, stronger. We built a rhythm together, even though we were feet apart. My eyes roamed over your flushed body, always coming back to your hand and cock. You gazed over my full breasts, my round tummy, and my open pussy. When our eyes met, we smiled wicked smiles.

You said one word: "Now." We began stroking, fingering, jacking, pumping faster. Our moans and words and gasps got louder. The wet sounds of hot cock and hot pussy floated between us. The speed and tension rose, creeping closer and closer to the moment of exquisite release. 

I tumbled first. My hips rose off of the chair and met the thrusts of the dildo. My pussy clenched around it, and the waves of my orgasm rippled over me. I groaned and panted and called your name. I opened my clenched eyes when I heard you grunt. I watched you fist your purple headed cock and grunt again. Cum spurted, pulsing out all over you. The creamy white liquid puddled on your skin. Your sighs and groans slowly subsided, and you caught your breath.

I pulled the dildo out of my pussy with a pop and licked the juices from it. I walked over to the bed, and ran my tongue and finger over the cum puddles, licking up every drop. You reached up and pulled me down next to you. Our skin was damp and hot from excitement. We kissed intensely, vigorously, and then slowed to a long, sensual exploration. 

After the "long distance" intimacy, feeling and touching you felt so good. Your hands reached around me and pulled me close. I stroked your back and arms, and one hand rested on your ass. We melted together, sated and mellow. I looked up at you, smiled and said "Hi sexy." You laughed a naughty laugh and rolled over on top of me.....



Bedtime Release



Its like a dream sequence every time you're near.. the things that run through my mind. You cloud my it, make me completely high. Walking into the room, knowing that I am there, the intended target. What an incredible smile flashing at Me, melting what little resistance I still had and was holding with a death grip, white knuckled to.

I am your sleepie time Lady, when your feeling all warm and mushy and ready to curl up next to someone, cuddle in, and drift sweetly to sleep. When you want to be held, know that your loved, never having to worry about strings or what ifs or what I want from you. 

I excuse Myself from the rest of the group while they socialize happily. Every part of My heart and mind begins to swim with endorphins. Anticipation of the feel of your skin with Mine, the taste of your lips, the scent of you....electrifies. Currents of need begin to race along my veins slowing raising the heat, causing the flames that set Me afire.

Watching your clothes fall to the floor while I lean against the doorway, hopefully you think I am just enjoying the site of you, eyeing each new inch of flesh revealed. When the door is actually holding My body upright while My knees turn into jelly.

You lay in the middle of the bed slowly, I watch intently as your dick rubs against the sheet, pressing along it as the rest of your body collapses. Laughing softly as I think inside how I have never so badly wanted to be a sheet in all My life.

Slowly while you get comfortable, arms overhead to cradle your face softly, I slip off the silken slacks, dropping them along the pile of your things. Adjusting dark green lace panties, slide the shirt off, removing bra, slipping the silken blouse back on. MMoooaaanNnnn feeling it caress My nipples, gliding over their tips, teasing with sensations, and sending shockwaves directly to the little nub throbbing between thighs.

Candles already lit on the night table, massage oil waiting, I straddle the back of your legs and slowly pour the oil, watching each droplets splash. Oh God... the feel of you. Your legs between My own. Breathing becoming labored. Spreading palms wide, kneading your flesh, relaxing every muscle slowly. The base of your neck flowing into your shoulders, working the knotted meat with thumbs and circling the heal of the hand firmly. Along your spine, branching out over the rest of that incredible back. 

Unable to hide the sea of urges, they glide around the plumpness of your ass. Adding more oil, letting My fingers dip between the cheeks, small circles along the puckered entrance. Again... I moan. Caressing, working, pressing in slightly, and for the first time I notice your reactions. Hips lifting towards My fingers, you push Me over the edge.....burring it deep inside.

FFuuuucckkkk, so soft, gripping My finger sucking along its length while I thrust over and over again. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP I can no longer stop Myself. Your cheeks rippling against My hand with each whack, opening more to it, the slight sting and the pleasure mingling together. 

I tell you to touch yourself, voice deep and husky. Body adjusting making room for your arm to slide beneath you, knees drawing up slightly, ass defined even more. Smile turning the corners of My mouth, yet another groan slips out knowing those fingers are wrapping tightly right now, stroking along the length of the shaft, pressing over the tip just a touch. Oh, yes.... My slaps become hits. Flesh rising quickly in the shapes of fingers.

The oil still acting as the perfect lubricant allowing a second finger to slide deep inside your hole, thrusting to the hilt, knuckles digging and biting at your skin, faster and harder each time. Ass completely reddened now, welts beginning to form, radiating heat. I grab hold tightly, nails digging into the tortured flesh and pulling harshly to the side. Every thrust taking you, hearing your moans and groans and gasps for air becoming heavy with need. 

Angrily I grind teeth and sputter out My desire to feel you explode, paint yourself with cum. Throwing your body around, quite unrepentantly, slamming your back to the bed. The thrusting bruising the skin slightly, twisting and turning pressing against the insides coaxing harder. Slapping your hand away with frustration, I seize your cock, grabbing roughly and stroking... demanding... not letting you stop.

Yyyeessssss... the fount gives way, sharp jerks shudder and erupt from your every muscle. SLLLlooooowwwwwwly I continue, milking you. My fingers sliding out, still rubbing the outer of the sweet raped hole... soothing the skin, apologizing for the torment with renewed affection. My grip loosening, stroking softly. I whisper how incredible you are, while taking a washcloth out of the steaming basin on the night table. Wringing it with the one hand, I wash your body clean still very slow and lovingly. 

Helping you roll over again caring for the little welts and scratch marks, the washcloth feeling like a million little needles digging as it glides over top of them. Leaning in close I pucker lips and bbbllloooowwww, letting the air instantly cool the heat, the soreness. Kissing each bump gently, another moan escapes.

Stretching straight I slip that blouse off and curl around you, stroking the soft hair along your arms. Wrapping around, running fingers through hair, kissing any part that I can get close to My lips. You turn towards Me and grab hold in return, our lips melting together. 

Slowly... drifting off to sleep, I whimper, squeeeezing you tight to Me before I open My eyes... and am faced with reality that it never was. Just another flash of desire through My silly mind at the sight of you.



Bedtime Sex Positions



Find a position that works best for both of you, depending on where you are. Kneel before your man with him standing if you're in a confined area, or when you want to strike a pose that is really hot. Other positions: seat your partner and crouch between their legs (slide a pillow under your knees if you're not on a soft surface), or lay down and let your partner thrust into your mouth, (harder to control the depth, but good for you lazy types). If you're in a car, your partner can lay down lengthwise in the back.

A sexy way to set the scene is to use your mouth to put the condom on before you get busy. 

If you're dealing with a soft penis, you don't have to wait until it's hard to start the show. Put it in your mouth when it's soft (or semi-hard) to get acquainted. Kiss it. Lick it. Explore the different textures, especially the roughish tender head and the soft skin of the shaft. Feel it growing in your mouth. 

Slide your lips gently over your teeth for smooth sailing. Most fellatio recipients like lots of spit, but others prefer a drier job, so check in with your partner. Asking quick yes or no questions like "want it dryer?" or "more spit?" can be helpful and hot. Despite your amazing technique, you aren't a mind-reader, so watch your partner for body language cues. Heavy breathing and moans of pleasure are signs that you're on the right track. 

You can do more wonderful stuff with your mouth than just suck. Mix it up by licking the sensitive underside of the shaft, the nerve-ending-loaded head of the penis, and the testicles. Softly blow on the moistened areas. The combination of sensations will feel incredible. 

Give your blow job a hand. Grip the cock around the base and slide it up and down, hand-job style, in tandem with your mouth. This is great because you can cover a lot of the shaft this way without worrying about taking the whole cock in your mouth. You can concentrate on the super-sensitive head and suck as hard or softly as you'and your partner'like. Use lube for extra slipperiness.

Deep-throating the act of taking the entire shaft into your mouth and throat can be cool, but you can give a perfectly stellar blow job without doing so. The key to deep-throat is to relax your jaw and throat muscles as much as you can. Otherwise, you trigger the gag reflex.

Look at your partner and the ecstacy you have caused! Make eye contact. Show your partner how much you love being down there. Moan, make appreciative noises (a well-placed MMMM! can make for some nice vibration, too), let your partner know how turned on you are. Don't neglect the rest of the body, either stroke, tickle, scratch the thighs, stomach, butt, and everywhere else you can reach.

It is ultimately your choice whether or not to swallow. Your partner's diet, health, habits and frequency of ejaculation will determine the quantity and taste of the ejaculate. The ejaculate of someone who ingests lots of red meat, caffeine, alcohol or cigarettes, may taste more intense than that of a non-smoking vegetarian. The most ejaculate you might encounter is a teaspoonful or so. You have several choices if you aren't crazy about ejaculate, but don't want to hurt anyone's feelings: 

• you can take it in your mouth and discreetly deposit into a nearby towel 

• as your partner approaches climax, withdraw and finish with your hand. 

• You can let your partner come on your body and admire the copious amounts of ejaculate 

• you can use a condom 

When you're totally focused on giving head, it can be a lot of fun whether it's for power play (your partner's most precious asset is at your mercy), intimacy, or the pure fun of getting someone off. Remember, you should only be performing fellatio on somebody if you're really into it and are able to focus all of your energy on what you're doing. If you're staring at the clock, waiting for it to end, or worrying about the laundry in the dryer, you won't have a good time and your partner will be able to tell you're not into it, which can be distracting, too! 

MISSIONARY:

The missionary position is probably the mot common first position people in the modernized world try, which is probably related to the high level of intimacy experienced. To get into the position, the receiver simply lies down on their back while their partner lies face down on top of them. Although aiming can be a little difficult at first for the giver, it doesn't take long to master this arrangement. 

ARCH POSITION:

To do the arch position, the receiver gets into a partial bridge position with their shoulders resting on the bed while their partner enters from a kneeling position. The arch is often overlooked because of its perceived simplicity, but thanks to the fantastic penetration angle this sex position offers, it should be a regular part of everyone's routine. That being said, you'll want to make sure to use a pillow under the receiver's head to reduce the strain and risk of injury to their neck.

DEEP STICK:

To get into the deep stick position, the receiver lies on their back with their legs resting on the shoulders of their partner, who enters from a kneeling position. Titled the deep stick, this position holds true to its name; meaning the giver can penetrate with everything they got, unless of course they are too big. Although the position is versatile in terms of locations it can be performed, it can be very difficult for the giver if the genital altitude difference is corrected for... which is can be done easily using pillows. 

LEAP FROG:

To try the frog leap position, the receiver squats, like a frog, in front of their kneeling partner who enters from behind. The receiver should arch their back to give easier access, and the partners should give a hand in supporting the weight... as the position tends to lead to sore thighs for the receiver very quickly. You can take turns with the reigns, or you can work together for the best of both worlds. 

MIRROR OF PLEASURE:

To get into the mirror of pleasure position, the receiver lies on their back with their legs resting on one shoulder of their partner, who enters from a kneeling position. Similar to the deep stick, this position allows the giver can penetrate with everything they got, unless of course they are too big. Although the position is versatile in terms of locations it can be performed, it can be very difficult for the giver if the genital altitude difference is corrected for... which is can be done easily using pillows. 

Eating Pussy

1. Lick her like an ice cream cone... Big soft licks from stem to stern with a wide flat tongue stimulate all the nerves in her genital area. Go deliciously slow to make her feel like a yummy dessert being savored, or speed it up a bit and focus more on the clitoral area to push her towards orgasm. 

2. Dive in. Build up the intensity level gradually. Once you're into it, use your whole face. Bury yourself in her pussy, get your tongue in as far as possible, use your nose for more pressure. Not only does this feel good physically, it lets her know you are really into her taste and smell. Hint: if your eyelids aren't sticky, you're not doing it right. 

3. Insert two fingers in her vagina while licking her clit. Curl those fingers up towards your tongue, capturing her clit and G-spot between your mouth and fingers. As your tongue licks up pull down with your fingers; get a rhythm going

4. Let your lover straddle your face. If lying back to be licked is too passive for her, let her hop on top. From there she can control the pressure and area of contact. To make this position even more fun, get tied down to the bed before she mounts you, and maybe she'll even boss you around with firm directives: "stick your tongue out!", "open your mouth!" "suck it boy", and so on. Bottomy munchers will, well, lick it up. 

5. Mix it up. If all you do is lick up and down, up and down, ("fencepainting"), chances are that it'll get boring to your partner after a while. Vary your movements, add pressure, use your lips, breath and teeth in addition to your tongue, change positions, use your hands....Get your whole creative body involved. 

6. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Most women orgasm in response to rhythmic stimulation, so if you're in a groove that is building her up, don't suddenly change what you're doing. Finding the balance between variety and consistency is the art to being an oral expert. 

7. Play the part. Combine your oral sex experiences with a variety of different erotic attitudes. Are you worshipping her pussy or are you controlling her with your tongue? Are you mystic lovers building an erotic energy ball together? Whatever your attitude, the psychic space you play in can make your sex connection that much hotter. 

8. Suck her into your mouth. Gentle suction is a nice variation on the licks and downward pressure of most cunnilingus. While you've got a nice piece of her sucked in your mouth, lick it while maintaining the suction. 

9. Lick her asshole. Use a barrier for hygiene, or if she is very clean and you don't penetrate, you may choose bare tongue on skin. The anal area is rich in nerve endings so all the varieties of oral stimulation--licking, sucking, nibbling--can feel wonderful. 

10. Add toys. Toys are a natural complement to oral play. 

11. Love your job. Pussy munching is best when both people love it. Doing it should feel really good and exciting to the giver. As good as it is for her cunt, it hopefully is for your mouth. It's something you're doing together. If you don't want to do it, don't. Performing sex because you feel obliged will kill that spark of sexual vitality in you quicker than anything. Follow the spark of your desire and you can't go wrong. 



Bedtime Snack



David took his time unfastening Julie's bra and sliding the straps down over her shoulders. He kissed her neck and cupped her tits in his hands as he stood behind her in the doorway of their bedroom. The wine from dinner left them both a little tipsy. Julie was adamant about brushing her teeth before they made love, but David had more pressing issues at hand. 

"That feels good," she said as he massaged her breasts.

He ran his fingers back and forth over her nipples and held her body close to his. She could feel his erection against her lower back. He then slid his hand down her stomach and under her black panties. In an instant, he felt how warm and full her clit was, and swirled his finger across it. To Julie, brushing her teeth didn't seem all that urgent anymore. 

David moved his fingers across her moistening slit and played with it until she opened up for him. He slid his middle finger inside her hot cunt and fucked her while rubbing her clit with his other hand. 

"Ohh," she moaned, as strands of her dark hair were caught in her mouth.

"You're so wet," he said, sliding another finger inside her pussy. 

"Uh huh."

He kissed her ear and neck and then brought his fingers, wet with her scent, up to Julie's mouth. She grabbed his hand and licked the tips of his fingers, then slid them past her lips and against her tongue. She slowly rolled her tongue around his fingers and separated them down the middle. His cock grew harder under his pants as it pressed against her back. 

Julie sensed his growing needs and turned around to face him. She raised herself up onto her toes and kissed his mouth. He could taste her pussy on her lips and it made his blood course through his veins. She slid his briefs down to the floor, and went down on her knees with them. 

His cock was hot with desire and curved up toward her mouth. She looked up at him and smiled before running her tongue up the length of his shaft and covering his head with her lips. Her tongue ran in slow circles around his head, moistening his shaft for a smooth ten strokes. 

"Uhhuh," he moaned.

She pushed his cock deep into her mouth and pulled out to the tip. Then continued again and again, sucking and slurping as he breathed heavily for her. 

He pulled out of her mouth and positioned her so that she was bent over the bed, her back arched, legs spread, and her ass facing him. He got down on his knees and ran his hands up her thighs and smacked her ass cheek. This provoked a quiet yelp from Julie. Her pussy glistened in front of him, plump and pink and ready to be fucked. 

"What are you gonna do?" she asked.

He responded by putting the tip of his tongue on her clit and licking the entirety of her pussy. 

"Ohhh," she sighed in pure bliss.

He continued to lap at her pussy, pushing his tongue deep inside her slit and fucking her that way. 

"I'm gonna come," she panted.

His tongue darted back and forth around her clit, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her legs wide. Her breathing intensified as she neared her climax. But he stopped and stood up, his cock hard and pink, and ready to be plunged deep inside her beckoning cunt. 

He slammed into her slit, balls rubbing up against her clit, driving her over the edge. She came as he slid out and back in again. Her pussy was throbbing with pleasure and flowing with her scent. He fucked her from behind, fast and hard, and he felt his climax nearing. 

"Uhhn, yeah," he panted.

"That's it, baby, fuck me," she egged him on, enjoying the ride just as much as he was. 

"I'm gonna come," he said.

"Fuck."

"Ohh."

He slammed into her pussy as far as he could go, pressing her ass to his hips, and shot his load into her. They halted their movements, reveling in the moment. Julie's tits were pressed up against the mattress with her ass in the air. David was bent over her with his arms supporting himself on the bed while he caught his breath. He pulled out and they both lay on the bed, breathing. 

"Good cookies," Julie said, kissing him, thoughtfully on the mouth.

"Indeed," he said. "The perfect bedtime snack."



Bedtime Stories



"So Sherl, where's the most unique place you've ever done it?” Corrine, one of the girls inquired as the rain continued to slide down the window as though it were keeping all their intimate secrets.

"The most unique ever or the most unique with Howie?” 

"Well of course with Howie. I mean we are talking about our men here after all. Not everybody gets to hear all the gory details of our sex lives,” Angela added as she brought in the popcorn.

"Couldn't we just watch the movie?” Sherl encouraged nervously.

"She's hiding something,” Melanie spoke up.

"Could it be because they haven't done the deed yet,” Tamara grinned childishly.

"Does that make me so bad?” Sherl defended herself.

"It makes you abnormal is what it makes you. Look at him girlfriend! Your man has got it goin' on and if I didn't have AJ already, I'd be all over his case in a heartbeat baby!"

"So what's the deal Sherl? Are you or aren't you doing the nasty with him?” 

"NO. I don't have any gory details to share with y'all. Let's just watch the movie in peace OK?” she glared at all of them.

They backed off the subject but Tamara got on the cordless and went into the kitchen.

"Tamara?” he picked up her voice instantly on the other end.

"Hi sweetie. So what are you guys up to tonight?” 

"A little work. Why?” 

"I think you might be more interested in what could go on over here.” 

"But I thought you girls we're doing a ladies only party tonight.” 

"Well yes but I have a little tidbit of info you might be interested in. Seems Howie and Sherl still haven't done the horizontal boogie and I was thinking maybe

"Say no more. I think we can wrap things up here.” 

"You're the greatest. "
"We'll see you in a little while.” 

"Ahh!"she turned to the assailant squirting the water gun at her.” I have to go,” she said grabbing the spray bottle she used for ironing off her counter and defending herself.

"See ya,” he returned as Tamara dropped the phone running from her attacker Corrine.

"What's going on?” Howie inquired as his friend turned off the cordless in hand.

"We're gonna wrap things up here. It's Friday night and we're on a mission,” AJ commanded their collective attentions as he entered his living room.

"What kind of mission?” Brian spoke up.

"Just all of you get in the truck and you'll find out soon enough.” 
"What are we doing at your girl's house Age?” Howie inquired.

"You'll see soon enough ,” AJ burst through the front door.

"Nothing like making an entrance.” 

"Something tells me he's got a good reason for doing this and would you look at that, there's mine,” Brian shuffled off over to Melanie as Howie took notice of Tamara and Sherl's absences from the room.

"So what's up man? We crashed their little party and Tammy and Sherl are nowhere to be found.” 

"Yes they are. Yours probably just went running off to hide in some unknown corner of the house. Is there something we should be knowing about that you aren't telling us about you and Sherl D?” 

He was hesitant in his answering of the question at hand.

"You may as well tell me Howard because Tam already spilled the beans.” 

"Why is it so imperitive that we compare notes about our current sexual relationships?” 

"Because we're guys. That's what we do. Let's see if we can't find them.” 

"Okay,” he reluctantly followed his friend throughout the house finally arriving at Tamara's bedroom door. He knocked on the door and Tamara asked,” Who is it?” 

"Who do you think it is?” 

"Hang on.” 

"I can't do this,” Sherl stated.

"Yes you can. You look gorgeous. Break his heart,” Tamara moved to answer the door.” Hello gorgeous,” she directed her remark to AJ.

"So good to see you.” 

"Where's Sherl?” Howie inquired.

"In there,” Tamara directed him into the bedroom as they returned to the living room which was now free of all parties involved.” Damn girl! You certainly know how to throw a party.” 
"You think?” she kissed him.

"Sherl?” he inquired as he opened the door to the sight set before him.

Tamara had set up the perfect romantic evening for them. The way Sherl wanted it to be. She sat with her legs crossed in a dusty rose floor length silk gown with small white rosebuds embroidered into the bodice and a slit clear up onto the hip as her leg swerved over to reveal her silky chocolate skin against the dim light. She sat quietly as he entered the room. He sat down next to her.” Okay, who put you up to this?” 
Annoyed by his reaction, she moved from the bed and turned the overhead light on.” Did you even dare to look at me?” 
"Oh come Sherl.” 
"Did you ever stop thinking and just do something?” 
"I'm sorry Baby.” 
"Don't call me Baby anymore. Just Sherl to you from now on.” 

"That's not what this is all about is it?” 
"No. Just once I'd like to know you've thought of me in more than just an emotional manner. I am a woman in case you haven't noticed.” 

"Come on Sherl. We've only been dating six months.” 
"According to my time clock, that's three months too many we've wasted,” she turned the overhead light off returning to the bed. She placed one of her knees between his legs already attaining the reaction she wanted from him. She looked down into his blazingly brilliant brown eyes skillfully relieving him of his shirt. Seeing there would be no more arguing, she captured his lips with hers; twisting, taunting and tasting every crevice. His tongue journeyed from her mouth downward onto her body. Captivated by the sillohuette illuminated by the soft light shed on her ample bosom, he took the straining nipple between his teeth as his free hand sought out the delicated curves of her frame. As he continued to attain the pleasure of her thigh, she slid his black button down off his shoulders. His touch was briefly interrupted as he pulled his shirt the remaining length of his arms and returned to his well deserved prize. Before he could return to his task, she pressed him back toward the bed. She removed the belt adorning his slacks between her lips. His hips shifted slightly allowing her access to their removal. She happily returned to greet the swelling creature standing before her greedy eyes. She slowly teased the tip of him before engulfing him in the pleasure of her mouth. She continued her attack; pushing every button until he cried for mercy. Considering her options, she slid back over his body still draped in her silky cover.” Do you wish to continue?” she taunted as her tongue slightly outlined the shape of his lips.

With a silent answer, he relieved her of her silky cover as his mouth once again met with the fullness of her bosom. She shivered with delight at the feel of his mouth upon her body. It was everything she had imagined. He was so swift and gentle she hadn't even realized he had taken control over her as he continued his journey down the intoxicating scent of vanilla enveloping her. He nipped against the softness of her inner thigh as she felt his tongue interrogate her inner being. His tongue eagerly wove through her ripening folds as he landed upon her tantalizing protrusion. He expertly toyed with it until her back flew off the bed; her hands grasping at the sheets for dear life. She felt him release her of his excrutiating torture as he returned over her.” I really hate to ruin this moment but

"She left some on the table,” she referred to the foil covered objects on the bedside table. He returned to her, she not thinking he could drain her of any more energy than he already had, he seized her body with the utmost power as he filled her completely. His eyes met hers intermittently as their bodies continued moving in unison to the rhythm of their increased pulses. She pulled him deeper into her until she united them in their release. He rolled off of her, holding her gaze as his body refreshed itself She smiled toward him.” What?” 

"You never cease to amaze me.” 
"You always manage to convince me what we're doing is okay.” 
"And?” 
"It was better than okay. It was beautiful.” 
"Just going to prove that you really do love me.” 
"I never stopped thinking about you ever,” he brushed the stray dark strands carressing her cheek away from her face. The intensity from his gaze sent her heart into overdrive as their short lived romantic moment indicated they may overstayed their welcome.

"Just a second,” Sherl produced.” Til next time,” she softly lay a kiss upon his lips and let him get dressed.

She pulled her silky lingerie back on just as he opened the door.

"What happened?” Tamara squeezed Sherl for answers.

"We were just in here talking.” 

"My sheets say you were doing some different kind of talking. Fess up.” 

"You really wanna know? Buy the book one day and you'll find out.” 

"No fair.” 

Before rounding up the rest of them, AJ stopped Howie halfway down the hall.” What happened with you two in there?” 

"We fought about not having sex,” he smiled glowingly.

"Who won?” 

"That's between her and I."



Bedtime Stories



Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

===

Darkness and oppressive heat. Steam hissing up from vents in the floor. Metal and machinery clanking and rumbling unseen. The air heavy with oil and sweat; thick with the stink of hard labour.

Walking forwards, dodging chains and scaffolding, figures coming into view through the gloom. Groups of men standing around in the blistering near-darkness. Shirtless in the heat; sweat trickling onto their jeans and boots. Their faces unwelcoming, eyes hostile.

Walking past them, deeper into the gloom; through the shadow of a doorway. Three or four men working a machine. Bare chests and backs dripping and dirty. Pale and muscular. One of them looking over at me; guarded and wary.

Another doorway, more men standing around, peering at something inside. Tantalising sounds of flesh against flesh from within. Some of the men looking over at me; their faces unfriendly, eyes suspicious.

Walking over to them, joining their audience. Glimpses of the inside of the dark, dilapidated room. A man's arse exposed, his jeans yanked down. Large, dirty hands pushing another guy's face into his hairy crack; pulling the furry cheeks further apart. Licking and feeding; gentle groaning.

The men around me watching what was happening, but also watching me. Their crotches bulging with their contained excitement; their expressions still seeping with distrust.

The activity in the gloomy, shabby room becoming more frenetic. Hands splaying buttocks apart and forcing them against the slobbering face. Other hands pushing the guy's head forwards, egging him on as he drooled and feasted on what was within.

Licking my lips at what I could see. Engrossed by what they were doing.

And then, unzipping myself.

The others looking at my face; then down at my fly. My cock emerging from it, engorged.

Sliding my foreskin back, the fattened head looking shiny and hard. Flaunting myself for them.

The men's wariness abating; their expressions yielding towards curiosity. Some of their faces betraying arousal at my excited manhood, rubbing their own inside their straining jeans.

One guy leering at me, revealing his own erection from his tattered jeans. Looking so large, flaunting its shiny fattened helmet. Grabbing its thick shaft and wanking it for me, making my own organ swell further.

Another man pulling down his dirty overalls at the back. Bending forwards and exposing his arse; a forest of wiry hair spilling from his cleft. And there, where the dense growth was wetter and more matted, his puckered hole.

Kneeling down behind him. His heavy balls dangling down between his thighs. His erection arching up towards his stomach.

Pressing my mouth towards his gaping buttocks. The smell of him, sleazy and delicious, thick in my nostrils.

Feeling so horny, so hungry to taste him.

His voice calling to me, "Come on... it's time..."

Sounding somehow familiar.

Somebody shaking me.

Light flooding in.

"Dad... come on! I'm gonna be late!"

My bedroom. Jake.

Oh fuck.

I struggled to speak, barely able to open my eyes. "Wh... what's the time?"

"After nine," he said with obvious irritation. "Come on, dad! I've got football practice!"

He tugged the edge of my duvet, probably just intending to encourage me to get me out of the bed, but I grabbed it with both hands to keep it covering the rousing effect that the dream had had on me.

"Oh no you don't, Jake!"

I really didn't want a repeat of what had happened a few years earlier – the memory of which, even now, was prone to make him smirk as quickly as it made my face blush.

It had been a Sunday morning during the summer and we'd arranged to drive over to the theme park at Lightwater Valley with a couple of his mates. In his enthusiasm to make an early start, he'd rushed into my bedroom to wake me up rather like he had this morning. On that occasion, though, perhaps feeling I wasn't moving fast enough and not yet knowing what perils can lurk beneath his old man's bedding, he had jokingly pulled my duvet off my bed. What he hadn't realised was that I was already awake and enjoying some quiet but very pleasurable me-time in my bed before he had so abruptly disturbed me.

And so, much to my continued embarrassment, Jake had unintentionally revealed the entire length of my very prominent erect penis – with an obvious red handprint on the thick shaft to add to my mortification – arching upward from my pyjama fly through which my large pair of balls was also protruding. Since I'd always been so self-conscious around him as to try and deprive him of a glance even of my flaccid organ, Jakes eyes had nearly popped out at the sight of his dad's full-on hard-on throbbing right next to his eager face.

He'd let out a gasp of "Whoa!" whether at the size of my organ, the shock of finding it so blatantly exposed or the sudden realisation that his dad had been enjoying a surreptitious wank; I don't know.

I'd quickly covered as much of my erection as I could with both hands. For some reason I was most concerned about letting my son see my swollen cock-head which was a dark shade of red and pumped up like an obscene-looking plum – a worry which was silly, really, because he had no doubt seen his own in a similar state of arousal countless times. However, covering my organ had just served to divert Jake's gaze – with another shocked gasp – down to my bloated hairy scrotum straining to contain the massive testicles which had given rise to him; testicles which had been just seconds from issuing forth another outpouring of my seed. I'd ineffectually fumbled to tuck the cumbersome length of my cock and my distended nut-sack back into my pyjamas while Jake's initial surprise had dissolved into a fit of giggles.

After he'd thrown the duvet back over me, he'd said through laughter that showed he shared none of my acute discomfort, "I'm sure Lightwater Valley can wait until you've finished what you were doing, dad!" Then he'd sidled out of my room still chuckling, leaving me feeling that my moment of me-time had probably passed.

There had been no further duvet-snatching during the intervening period and thankfully, on finding me now in a similar predicament, he quickly dropped the edge of my bedding and made no attempt to resurrect the joke. I think he rather liked the fact that his dad was as human as he was when it came to matters of sex, but he appreciated that I had hang-ups about my body and he was, on the whole, very respectful of my need for privacy in spite of us living in such close proximity with one another.

"Football practice starts at ten, dad," he reminded me with a knowing grin, and then, disappearing from my bedroom, called back, "I'll get you a coffee. But hurry up! I don't wanna be late!"

While he was clomping down the stairs, I pushed the duvet from me and swung my feet out of the bed. I realised I must have left the heating on full during the night. My forehead, my pyjamas and the duvet were all wet with sweat.

Getting out of bed, I glanced down at the thick rod lifting the front of my pyjama bottoms from the dream I'd been having. I'd never had such a sexually tense dream before and both the clarity and detail of it had been startling in their intensity. I was especially shocked that such a powerfully erotic dream had been exclusively orientated around men who'd been lurking in such an abrasively masculine environment – a place I assumed to be my mind's homoerotic representation of Guy's oil rig. If only the spate of heterosexual dreams I'd had in my pre-masturbatory pubescent past had had that kind of detail and realism – I'd have been a very happy youth indeed!

Ordinarily, my dreams very rarely drift towards the sexual and those which do are confused mosaics of hazy impressions and indistinct sensations. I might feel like I was inside a woman – my penis gently throbbing in her vagina – only to find that she seemed to be behind me, her nipples rubbing against my back and her hands reaching round to fondle me. Next thing I might have my face nuzzling into her breasts, then to become aware that I was kissing her mouth or licking her pussy or that she had been turned away from me the whole time. The back-story to the scenario and the identity of the woman I was with would both be unclear, or at best vague, and the dream's eroticism would exist merely as a pleasant ambience of fragmentary fantasies.

I enjoyed having such fleeting feminine imagery lapping over me like the gentle waves of a warm, tropical sea.

The dream I'd just had was altogether different. Aside from the obvious shift in its gender-focus, the atmosphere had been almost crackling with an aggressive lust, while the sexual imagery had been crude and explicit. And yet, as surprising as it was to have one's mind throw up such an intensely homosexual scenario – a scenario in which I'd been an active participant – the stiffness throbbing upwards from between my legs was a testament to how much I'd enjoyed it.

I staggered to the bathroom, hearing Jake downstairs busy himself with spooning instant coffee into my mug and opening a tin of food to placate the meowing cat, and locked the door behind me.

I unbuttoned my pyjama bottoms and released my cock from its confines, throbbing expectantly and hungry for attention. Angling its curving shaft with some difficulty into the wash-basin, I ran some cold water over it, thankful when my erection began to subside and the swollen head of it began to shrivel.

I looked at myself in the mirror above the sink while my cock reluctantly responded to the cold water from the tap.

What the hell was happening to me?

Over the previous day, I'd largely accepted that I'd enjoyed my first bona fide homosexual experience – the two of us men had been drunk and sexually tense, and so it was sort of understandable that we'd allowed things to go so far between us. While I couldn't have anticipated how aroused I would get by the smells and tastes of another man – his musky cock, his sweaty balls and that most tantalising area deep inside the moist crack between his buttocks – I felt more able to acknowledge this unforeseen interest as part of my broad sexual make-up.

I just couldn't believe that my natural curiosity to find out why I had been so excited by what Guy and I had done together had ended up with me whacking off in front of websites of men tonguing each other's backsides. Couldn't believe that those pictures, which really ought to have appalled any guy who professed to be straight, had instead brought me to the most powerful climax I could remember for many years. Couldn't believe that while I'd taken a bath, I'd thought of how the men in those pictures had looked together and had ended up jerking myself again, running the tap noisily so Jake couldn't hear my rhythm. Nor that, after I was sure Jake was asleep, I'd lain in bed and beat myself off a third time imagining Guy's hairy arse-crack being pushed down onto my eager, tongue-extended face.

As well as feeling troubled that I was getting so aroused by such lurid subject-matter, I was surprised that I'd felt compelled to masturbate three times in almost as many hours and had subsequently, if Jake hadn't awoken me, been well on the way to having a wet dream – both feats having been virtually unknown to me this side of turning twenty. Whatever had been triggered inside my brain by the events of Friday night had, at the same, given my penis a new lease of life.

I'd never been interested in women's backsides – not in the slightest. If I had to apply a label to myself – as one sometimes did to appease other men in the bawdiness of the group – I would state simply I was a 'breast man', even though the concealed treasures to be found lower down held a far greater erotic appeal for me. There was nothing I found more sensual than to lick around and inside a woman's vagina and to smell and taste her most delicate and feminine scents.

While showering, I wondered if my fascination with rimming was the homosexual counterpart of the same desire to taste of the secret and carnal; an expression of my salacious need to probe the bodily with my mouth and tongue. But whereas having one's face between a woman's legs was arousing because her juices and pheromones contrasted so subtly with one's own sexual smells, having one's face between a man's cheeks was – as I had found – a far more powerful and more electrifying experience. Indeed, the two were hardly comparable. The graceful sweep of a woman's smooth pudendum was heavy with eroticism and mystique, at complete odds with the lewd frankness of a man's hairy buttocks which seemed more like an expression of the vulgar. The secretive folds of her vagina seemed almost homely in contrast to the barren simplicity of his hole. The gentle aroma of her womanhood paled into the predictable alongside the intoxicating array of powerful sensations I'd experienced as I'd explored Guy's sumptuous male rear.

Such thoughts of Guy's backside as I showered – and of the more general attraction of other men's arses – led my penis to begin to recover its earlier glory and start its inexorable ascent upwards. I looked down at it, watching it thicken and harden as my foreskin slowly eased back to expose the fattening head and its single slit-eye was revealed to peer back up at me. In spite of its insistent demands for gratification as the water splashed down on it, I refrained from attending to it a fourth time so as not to stoke further waves of guilt about the rightness or wrongness of my burgeoning fascination with that most sordid of places.

In any case, Jake would be banging on the door at any moment, asking what I was doing in there and eager for us to get going.

===

My feelings of guilt gradually eased as I drove Jake to football practice and we chatted about mundane matters like where he might have left his best trainers and whether he wanted fish-fingers for tea.

We had to stop at some temporary traffic-lights while they did some emergency work on a water main and, as the engine idled, I distractedly watched one of the workers using a pneumatic drill to break up the tarmac. He looked like he was in his late twenties and had a roughness about him which suited his luminous safety jacket and yellow hard hat. My attention was caught, though, by the back of his dirty jeans which were tight enough to reveal his round and muscular backside as he bent forwards to handle the juddering drill.

An involuntary sensation of how it would feel to have my face burrowing between his cheeks flashed into my mind and I quickly looked away from him over to the busy chip shop on the other side of the road.

But then I looked back at him.

I wondered how his arse would look nude, flexing below the hem of his work jacket. He'd have a lovely pair of pert cheeks and a deep sweaty crack sprouting coarse black hair, the same colour as that on his head but curlier. 

I looked away again – back to the lights, willing but at the same time not willing them to change colour.

I was developing yet another erection, right there in the front of the car with my son next to me. I was thankful that my swelling organ was directed down one leg of my jeans, giving it the space to expand inside my loose boxers without me having to awkwardly adjust myself.

I looked back at the worker. Oh god – that arse!

How exciting would it be to push my nose between those amazing cheeks; to inhale the sweat of his morning's exertions condensed like dew on his wiry butt-hair? And to extend my tongue deeply into him, to taste –

"Pretty good, huh?" said Jake. "You really want to get stuck into that, don't you?"

I swung round to face him, feeling myself start to blush. "What?"

"I think it'd be too much for you, though, Dad. Too intense."

I stared at him uncomprehendingly. Was I really so easy to read?

He laughed. "The drill! You were like miles away! Wishing you could have a go."

"Oh right! Yeah. Wow – if only, Jake."

"It'd be too powerful, though. It'd drag you all over the road."

I smiled as the lights changed colour and we set off again.

I glanced at the worker still drilling the tarmac as we drove past him. He was probably aware that one or two women among the queues of traffic might admire his tight buns, but I wondered if knew that the occasional man would spend a few minutes at the lights day-dreaming about rimming him. I wondered, actually, if he knew what rimming was.

As I swerved around the road-works to rejoin the flow of traffic, my semi-hard-on now thankfully softening in my trousers, Jake said, "Yesterday was pretty cool. It's so much better to see a big game... the atmosphere's completely different. We should do it again."

I was pleased he enjoyed the match. After what had happened between me and Guy, I'd had trouble focussing on the game and the extortionate price of my ticket had been rather wasted.

"Maybe we should go and see Man U next time they play?" I suggested.

He nodded. "Yeah, but we should stay over somewhere again. It was a good laugh."

I smiled. "We'll do it again, Jake. Maybe this side of Christmas if we can."

I slowed down behind a cyclist, waiting for a gap in the traffic. The shorts he was wearing were very tight and showed his buttocks off rather well. I let a couple of opportunities to pass him go by so I could get a better look.

When, eventually, I overtook him, Jake asked, "What was it like to sleep with Simon's dad?"

I glanced over at him and saw that, while he'd intended his question to sound innocent, the way he was looking at me betrayed that it had been planned and that he was curious about something. He had his mother's guile, as I was frequently reminded.

I said noncommittally, "Not too bad, I guess."

"Did you get on okay with him?" he asked.

I glanced over at him again. He was studying my face intently.

"Well, sort of. It wasn't like we were big mates or anything. But he was reasonable company for one night."

I stopped to let some kids and their mum cross the road at a zebra crossing.

He asked, slowly as if choosing his words carefully, "Was it good to... you know... spend the night with someone again... since mum left."

"What are you getting at, Jake?"

He was quiet until we set off again, and then he said, "When Guy came in to say goodnight, Simon asked him what you guys were doing."

"And what did he say?"

"He was like, 'Oh, nothing much... only bumming!'"

I threw him a look. "That's vulgar, Jake. And you shouldn't call it that."

"Well that's what he said."

I stared straight ahead, feeling annoyed that Guy had made such a crude joke. I had made every effort to stop Jake using the word 'bumming' which he'd brought back with him from a scouts trip a few years earlier after he and his friends had – if his story could be believed – spied on a couple of older boys having sex together in their hostel after lights out. For a time he'd found it hilarious to use the word whenever he could and the cartoons in his notebook, usually cleverly perceived caricatures which he'd always had a talent for, had abruptly veered towards the lewd. Since then I'd tried hard to steer him away from such smutty playground humour and to nurture a more balanced view of sexuality than my parents and my older brother had given me. 

When my irritation had subsided enough for me to speak without it showing in my voice, I said as calmly as I could muster, "Guy shouldn't have said that. It's a horrible word."

"But were you?"

I glanced over at him more sternly. "Are you serious, Jake? Of course we weren't!"

Jake being Jake, he didn't know when to let up.

"But Simon's dad said you were. And it's been so long since you had a girlfriend..."

I turned on him angrily to show him that he'd gone too far. "Drop it, Jake. That's enough!"




Bedtime Stories



I did a left turn onto Great Bowden Road, feeling annoyed by Jake's apparent ease at believing that his father would have opportunistic anal sex with another man who he hardly knew. The fact that Guy and I had indeed had sex together – and that what we'd done had in many ways been far more intimate – added to my discomfort.

I was going to let the subject drop but after driving a few blocks I said, more calmly, "I can't believe you would think I'd done that, Jake."

"Well... you know... it's no biggie, dad. You told me guys like to play around together sometimes even though they're not gay. So I figured that's what you were doing."

He had a point. I had told him a while ago that it was normal for some boys go through a period of being interested in other boys and that he should not feel ashamed about experimenting with his friends in sexual ways. He'd been both amused and repulsed by the suggestion and had asked, laughing, if that meant I'd be okay if I found him 'doing it' with his friend Craig in his bedroom (I think he'd subconsciously plucked Craig's name out of the air because he is the most effeminate of Jake's friends and can, in my view, sometimes be a bit flirty with him). I'd smiled and said I'd obviously prefer not to walk in on my son 'doing it' with anyone – girl or boy – but that if it happened I'd see it as a natural expression of his sexual curiosity. 

So I suppose, in Jake's eyes, whatever I'd been doing with Guy had simply been my way of leading by example.

Perhaps seeing from my softening expression that I was tacitly accepting his argument, he added, "I wouldn't mind if the two of you were doing stuff."

I smiled at how permissive he was trying to be about it and how our roles had been reversed.

"Well, that's good to hear. But what Simon's dad said was just a joke – in pretty poor taste and using a word I don't like, but a joke nonetheless."

He nodded. "Well I thought that. But then there were those noises and... well..."

"What noises?"

He shrugged. "You know. Sexual noises."

"What kind of sexual noises?"

He looked out of the window, uncomfortable at being questioned about such matters. "The sort of noises a bed makes when people... you know. And Simon's dad calling out stuff..."

I felt my face flush, stunned by what I was hearing, but I had to know, "What sort of stuff?"

He kept staring out of the window watching the houses go by. "I dunno. 'Give it to me'... that kind of stuff. Like you were... well... on top of him... doing it to him."

While I was shocked that my son had envisioned me mounting another man, for some reason I found it slightly less embarrassing that he had assumed I'd been the dominant participant. It would have seemed inexplicably worse to have him think it was my bum being humped.

He went on, "And there were... sort of... slapping sounds."

I cursed the thin walls of cheap hotels.

Struggling to think of a way out of this, I contemplated using Guy's ploy about it being a joke we had played on our sons to see if they were gullible enough to buy it, but the story sounded so lame in my head that I couldn't even bring myself to try it.

I decided instead to take advantage of the sense of openness I'd always shared with Jake about matters of sex.

I said, as sincerely as I could, "Okay, Jake. I'll be honest with you. But this stays between the two of us, okay?"

He peered over at me, no doubt intrigued by my apparent frankness.

I told him flatly, "We were masturbating."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Yeah?"

I nodded. "We had a couple of drinks, found we couldn't sleep in the hotel beds. So we masturbated to tire ourselves out. And after that we slept."

During his GCSE exams when he was getting stressed out, I'd told Jake that masturbation could sometimes be a good cure for insomnia, even if you didn't feel particularly sexy. I've no idea if he tried it – our openness has its limits – but it came in handy now to make my story sound more plausible.

Jake seemed intrigued. "But you hardly knew Simon's dad. Do guys your age do that together, even strangers?"

"Sometimes. But it's not something that we talk about. This goes no further. Okay?"

I really didn't want his mother getting wind of this; not to mention Simon.

He nodded. "Yeah, sure. No biggie." Then he added, with a mischievous smirk, "So what was his willy like? Was it as big as yours?"

I glanced over at him, unable to stop myself smiling. "I don't know, Jake. I didn't get a look at it. We were in our own beds and the light was off."

I turned right to pull into the sports ground car park and Jake asked, "So why was Simon's dad calling out stuff when he was masturbating?"

I shrugged. "I guess some guys like to be noisy when they do it. Make a song and dance of it, you know."

Jake chuckled and I smiled over at him, pleased that he was buying my story.

As I pulled into a space to drop him off, he said, "I told Simon that's what you guys were doing. I said it couldn't be that you were... you know..."

"He was listening too?"

"Yeah. We both were. And..." He paused for a moment, perhaps feeling rather manly about what he was going to say. "We were doing it, too."

I turned to face him, horrified.

Jake smiled. "Yeah. We couldn't sleep either. And... you know... hearing you guys enjoying yourselves... we joined in."

I stared at him, incredulous.

As if it wasn't bad enough that Guy and I had been overheard by our sons, I now had to contend with the fact they had been jerking off while they'd listened to us. I could almost picture them in their beds, grinning at each other while they stroked themselves at the sounds of their dads having a noisy and rather drunken homosexual encounter. Discussing what they thought the rhythmic slapping sounds might be; their imaginations thankfully too limited to recognise the sounds of Simon's dad's arse hammering down onto my eager face.

I felt mortified.

Perhaps misinterpreting my stunned expression, Jake added, reassuringly, "We didn't touch each other or anything. It wasn't like that."

I said, trying to regain a sense of normality, "It's okay, Jake. Whatever you and Simon did was okay. You know that."

He nodded and then picked up his gear. "Well I'd better go. I'll be late for practice."

As he got out of the car he grinned back at me. "It was pretty sweet though, wasn't it? The four of us doing it together, kind of..."

I tried my best to smile. "Yeah, Jake. It was sweet."

He threw me a thumbs-up and set off into the sports centre.

I wanted to sit for a few seconds and recompose myself after Jake's revelation but other cars were arriving and I had to vacate my space.

He'd seemed convinced by my story – that was something – but the fact remained that he had heard me having sex with another man and I was extremely uncomfortable about that.

As I drove home, I tried to figure out why.

It wasn't simply the fact that my son had heard me having sex. If his mother still lived with us and we were still sleeping together, no doubt he'd hear us occasionally as his room was right next to mine. And that wouldn't bother me; it was a natural part of living with your parents. 

It was obviously the homosexual element which was bugging me but the reason for that wasn't immediately apparent. Jake had made it clear that he didn't mind if I wanted to experiment with other men – just as I had told him on many occasions that I would support him no matter what his own sexual orientation turned out to be – and seemed to have accepted that such encounters might arise from my prolonged loneliness in the bedroom. He'd actually been very mature about it and I should really be thankful for that rather than be feeling so troubled.

I realised, as I headed down Leicester Road to avoid the road-works which I'd got stuck in earlier, that I had assumed that whatever journey I was on sexually, wherever this was taking me, I was going it alone. To discover that I might be taking my son along with me – that he was, in some small way, aware of the changes I was going through – was, at that time, too big a development for me to easily accept.

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