3 comments/ 20135 views/ 0 favorites Breakfast of Champions By: Looney EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. © 2003 pentl@yahoo.com -- Commercial use prohibited without author's consent. I want to start this story off by saying "That it was the breakfast of champions!" I don't know why I was up so early this morning because I didn't go to bed until late. I guess my internal alarm clock went off and said it was time to get up. So I stumbled half-asleep into my living room, got a drink of water, said good morning to the dogs. I decided to check my e-mail, and to my pleasant surprise he was there. We had been chatting online for only a day or two, having just met. After talking for a few minutes he began taunting me, teasing, getting me all hot and bothered. He seemed to be very good at it because my pussy was immediately wet reading his typed words. Playfully asking to come over and prove his words were fact, not just made up, I agreed. I didn't think this mysterious stranger would ever actually show up. But I decided to throw caution to the wind and leave the front door unlocked. I crawled back into bed, snuggled down into the covers, and quickly fell back into my slumber. I had just drifted into my REM sleep, when I felt a cool hand on my arm and felt warm words whisper "Good morning, Dear" into my ear. For a moment or two, I would have sworn it was a dream. I was unsure just what was happening to me then I remembered I had agreed to let him come over. My stranger had appeared and was lying in my bed with me. It is a strange sensation to be sharing my bed with someone I cannot see. He demanded that I keep my eyes closed, as was part of his initial taunting. He left me lying in the position in which I had been sleeping and started using his fingers to trace the outline of my body, touching the curves, caressing the bends. He lifted my hair away from my neck and kissed ever so lightly, and I felt a sudden rush of wetness between my legs. I felt my thighs tighten together, in anticipation and in a fear that was very erotic and stimulating. It felt like forever that he kissed and touched my skin, my neck, the back of my ears. Behind me his hands slid up and down my arms, down my legs and between my thighs, but DAMN IT he would not touch me. His fingernails flicked my clit ring and it sent shock waves thru my body. Slowly he turned me, touching and kissing until I was on my back and he pushed my hands above my head. I got the feeling I was to keep them there and all they wanted to do was grab his body and hang on. It was getting increasingly hard to keep my eyes closed. I wanted to see him so badly but he had repeated several times to keep them closed. He was kissing under my chin, turning my head back and forth with his tongue leaving wet lines along my neck and chest. Somehow my hands kept creeping down and touching him, wanting him, so he placed them under my pillows and told me to keep them there. He kissed all over my body, Ohhhh, kissing down my stomach, past my nipples, only using the tips of his fingers to lightly brush my pussy area, never actually touching it, never actually touching any vital parts that I so wanted him to devour. I was so fucking wet. He kissed my pussy ever so lightly, just a tease. His hands closed around each of my breasts at the same time and he pinched my nipples hard, so hard it brought delightful tears to my eyes. Somehow I now found it easy to keep my eyes closed, but I couldn't keep my hands to myself, they kept dropping down and touching his soft skin so I was punished. In the quiet of the room, he said 'Pick a number between one and ten.' I had no idea what he wanted, so I said 'four.' He flipped me over, pulled my ass in the air, and spanked me four times. Hard! It took my breath away. It was several minutes it seemed before I started to breathe again. Then he spread my thighs just a little and started flicking his tongue over my clit and pussy lips. What a sensation it was. I could feel my juices flowing, dripping out of me. He slurped it up in what sounded to be sexual delight. I was off in my own universe. Since I was lacking in one of my senses, my other senses had decided to make up for it. I couldn't see, but the breeze from the ceiling fan seemed colder, the bottoms of my feet were sweating, my breathing was shallow, my skin felt like it was paper thin and every touch from him went directly to my pussy. It was throbbing! I could feel the lips swelling in excitement and anticipation. I wanted so much to feel him, but I was told to keep my hands up. He then pushed my knees up and back to my head, my pussy and asshole at his disposal, opened up for full viewing. He kept saying he liked what he saw. Frustratingly I could not see anything. I was amazed. Here was someone I've never seen, never touched, never talked to and he was telling me that I was very pretty. I didn't know what to say. So I didn't say anything. He licked my pussy, he sucked on my pussy lips like they were his last meal, and his tongue flicked my pierced clit with a vengeance. I was going out of my mind. He told me not to cum without permission, for he could tell I was close to climax, and he wasn't going to allow me to be satisfied so quickly. He had more to show me, he said. He stuck a rigid tongue in my asshole. I'd never before felt that sensation and it was different and incredible. He alternated between my pussy and ass, titillating my cunt, making it beg. I could feel the juices, dripping, streaming out and feel his tongue as he slurped them up. Then he did it. The thing I love the most. He got a big tongue full of my juice in his mouth and then he kissed me. I tasted sweet and tangy all at once. It felt like fireworks went off inside my body. I felt a surge of electricity shoot through me like a fireball. He then inserted a finger in me, and immediately found a spot, a spot I never found before, and started working it, hard. By this time I was so wet that I couldn't tell where my pussy stopped and his fingers started. My hips were thrusting and my legs were shaking. 'Cum my sweet, cum for me now' I heard. GOD, he told me to cum, and I did, hard. My mind was in shock and he kept telling me I was a good girl, and I wanted to be his good girl. His fingers had not stopped and my body was still responding at full speed. I am not sure how many times I came but my whole body was one big tingle. After allowing me to cum once again I got to suck his dick. This was a nice surprise and was very fun to do by feel only. I loved how it fit in my mouth, and tasting his pre-cum was like having an ice cream cone. It dripped out and my tongue reached out for it. I wanted to please him so badly. He made me stop and turn around to sit on his face so we could 69. Boy, I never knew a woman could get a "hummer"...!! He covered my whole pussy with his mouth and hummed. The feelings on my piercing were like a hot, moist vibrator...I came again instantly. He turned me around to the side and fingered me some more while I was sucking his dick and he made me cum yet again, all just by his fingers. At one point I think there were 3 fingers inside me. Suddenly I was still, he was still, and it felt like hot lava started flowing in my pussy. No movement at all, but I was cumming all over again! This time was different than the others; this orgasm came from some uncharted territory. His hand and fingers were covered in cum and juices and then he let me lick it, yummmmmmmmy! He then rolled me back on my side, the position he found me in when he arrived, covered me up, kissed me and got dressed. He leaned back on the bed to say goodbye and I was having some sort of attack. My breathing was so hard, so fast, and so furious. I grabbed hold of his arm and could not let go, and he whispered "You're my little horny girl, aren't you?" He asked if I wanted to cum again and I said yes, but then said no. I wanted to be ready for our next encounter. He left me, making me promise not to watch him as he left the house. I did as he asked. I didn't move for 10 minutes after I heard him leave. And I have been sitting here with a Cheshire cat grin on my face all day. Tomorrow... so close, but so far away. He has my total trust, this sexual stranger, this predator of women's pleasure. MMMMMMM, I simply can't wait! Comments? and Suggestions? are certainly welcome! Breakfast of Champions I am in the shower, singing at the top of my lungs. "Nothing could be finer than to be in your vagina in the morning! Nothing could be sweeter than your lips around my peter in the morning! Nothing could be greater than to be a masturbater in the morning! Nothing could be sweeter than to be a pussy eater in the morning!..." Suzy climbed in the shower with me, her luscious 36C-27-38 figure making me forget which verse I was on. Her soft lips kissed me, and I forgot which planet I was on. Her long dark hair was just above the curves of the twin cheeks of her ripe ass. I'd drooled over her hot body for months at school, where I was going to become an aircraft mechanic, and she was going to become a bookkeeper. Now I held her soft body close to me, reminding myself that a clean person is a happy person, so I soaped my wife all over, carefully rinsed her, and knelt to taste her. She slumped against the wall of the shower, the spray thrashing her lusciously full breasts, streaming down in rivers between her legs, where my mouth feasted on her hot hair pie, our favorite way to start the day. I never stopped to think she might want to have something to eat as well, and by the time she had recovered her senses enough to tell me, I was dressed and off to work at the airport. Being a certified aircraft mechanic is good pay, and Suzy gave up the job she'd taken that turned out to be nothing better than an opportunity for her boss to sexually harass her. He remembered her from the strip club where she'd worked her way through school. Thank goodness she didn't have to put up with that anymore. We'd gone on for many years, didn't have children, with our quiet little suburban lives. We picked up hobbies. She did needlepoint, dog shows, and theater. I did fishing, camping, and bowling. Most of our friends were married too. It was surprising how quickly someone dropped out of your social circle when they got divorced. Most people saw them as a threat to their marriage. Most divorced people want someone with a life style like theirs, so married people need not apply, to a world where sexual partners change as often as women's fashions. It was very surprising that our bowling team consisted of four divorced guys and me, but we'd been friends a long time, and the habit was deep to go to the lanes every Wednesday night and see the guys. They felt deeply about each other, and we missed anyone who was out. I felt their pain when they talked about their divorces, how hard it was to find a good woman. I was glad I didn't have to look for one, any further than Suzy. She was no virgin when I married her, but she was no catty slut, either. I found her to have a healthy and balanced sexual appetite. She had always renewed my men's magazines subscriptions for me, subscribed to her own erotic letters magazine, loved XXX rated videos, and shared her fantasies with me freely, as I did with her. Here in Oklahoma, I just didn't see them cumming true. Maybe if we lived in California, or even in Texas, but not here. I had so convinced myself that location, your State mattered, that I couldn't see the real truth: only your state of mind matters. Fortunately, I had married Suzy. She always reminded me of the things I forgot, like my lunch box, and never minded showing me things, like how she really liked to be eaten out. She never made lunch for me, really, but never made me feel small, but always tall. I loved her. Still do. Ben, Jerry, Tom, and Dave filled out our bowling team. "Rick, we still gonna have that party at your house when we win the trophy?" Tom wanted to know. "You bet we are! I'm buying a keg., and Suzy is gonna do a strip tease!" I always joked with the guys. The team ahead of us in the league had a pair of former pro bowlers. We had spent six seasons no closer than a thousand pins from their score. Like the sun comes up, we were destined for second place. Sometimes Suzy would be there to hear this, and joke right along with us. I'm not quite so cocky anymore. The team we always lost to had the company "down-size" it's office here, and overnight, their jobs vanished here, only to re-appear in another town. They moved, and we took over the throne. Ben started teasing me. "You gonna buy the keg? Suzy's still gonna dance for us?" Suzy chimed in with "You know Rick's word is good, boys. Now I don't want to hear you question his word again, or you can kiss the lap dance of your lives goodbye right now! Do each and every one of you hear me, and understand me, clearly?" "Yes, ma'am." they all said in unison, grinning from ear to ear. "Good. Now get out there and show me that I've got a reason to do all those aerobics that keep my body in top shape for you." Suzy taunted. That night at home, as we snuggled in bed, I said "Suzy, I could have handled those guys. You didn't have to do that. Now we're really in a pickle. Can you imagine what it will be like, in two weeks, when we win the trophy, and you have to be their stripper?" "Did you ever think that I didn't have to, but I wanted to? Can you imagine what it will be like, in two weeks, when I start undressing for Ben, Jerry, Tom, Dave, and Rick? Can you imagine how hot their stares on my bare breasts are going to make me? Can you imagine how hot it will make me to show them my wet bush? Can you imagine how hot I will become from having five good looking men get hard as I rub myself all over their bodies in the lewdest, sexiest, lap dance of my entire life? Can you imagine what that level of attention is going to do to your wife's level of desire? Let me show you what I mean." Suzy started right then, without any foreplay, blowing me with a hunger I had never felt from her in our marriage bed. My fingers found her already wet, and I was beginning to like this idea of Suzy entertaining the bowling team very much. She was very persuasive. The next two weeks, Suzy wore a sexy new outfit each day. She saved her best for Wednesdays. She wore a black sheer blouse, push up half cup bra, wraparound skirt and her best panty hose the first week. The second week, she wore her black leather jacket, black leather bra, spandex miniskirt so tight I was convinced I could count the hairs on her twat when she stood up, thigh high boots, with lace and garters showing. Every night for the next two weeks it was the same. Suzy would start off telling me how much she wanted to thank me for making the promise that she would dance for them, how much it turned her on to know I still thought she was good looking enough to turn on other men, then she would get so hot she had to suck me off, or if I was lucky, get to share a hot 69 with her. Then she would get me hard again, and screw my brains out while she told me all the wild and obscene things she was going to do. In the morning, I would eat her in the shower, grab my coffee (and when she reminded me, lunch box) and head off for work. I was beginning not to care what my wife did, and was figuring out excuses for her to do it again in the near future. I'd had more sex in the past two weeks than in the last six months, maybe even a year. On the way home from work, I picked up the keg. When I got home, Suzy pulled me into the den, where our couches and chairs had all been pushed against one wall. Stacked against the fireplace were four mattresses. "I'm not letting anybody drive home drunk. I'll pull out blankets and tuck them in myself" Better not say THAT in front of Ben, Jerry, Dave or Tom I thought to myself. Suzy changed into a black leather bustier, lacy, no make that see-through black panties, dark hose, five inch heels, her leather jacket, and a black leather cap. "Aren't you hot?" I asked her, worried about how all that leather held the heat in. "I sure am!" Pulling me to her, she pressed my hand into her seam, soaking her panties with her fluids just as the doorbell rang. "Aren't you going to put on a skirt or something?" I had to remind her. "Oh, my skirt! I completely forgot. Nice of you to remember. I wouldn't want to show them everything all at once. There has to be a tease to it." she said wickedly. Ben was at the door, back in his comfortable tee-shirt and jeans, his big, bald head barely clearing the doorjamb. Lord, he was tall! Built like a lumberjack, too. Dave had arrived on his heels, his swarthy dark complexion and Italian hot looks popular with the women. For some reason, he just couldn't keep a girlfriend a week. They slid right into the kitchen, and Suzy explained that their car keys had to be locked up, and that they could sleep over. Dave looked at me with a weird expression on his face, but I had to go answer the door again. Jerry was here. He was built like a plumber, he looked like a plumber, and he was... a florist. He brought a dozen red roses for Suzy, and she hopped up and down, then gave him sultry wet kiss that really rattled him. He quickly threw his wind breaker in the corner, as Suzy explained the rules for him. Tom was the last, but with his surfer blonde hair, and leathery bronze skin, he looked like some of the pilots that I worked for, but his avocation was sailing. Tom brought a box of chocolates, and a bag of M&M's, which Suzy promptly threw in a glass bowl for everyone. The chocolates melted, so the chocolate got all over her fingers. Tom quickly licked her fingers clean, then whispered into her ear, which made her blush and then laugh. Everyone started in on the keg, and I didn't think we would make a dent in it, but it was only a pony keg. Suzy had turned music on in the den, and she was shaking and swaying to the beat as she talked, dancing from man to man in the kitchen like a butterfly visiting flowers. Everybody was having a good time. Soon, everybody was feeling pretty loose, and they started touching Suzy, coping a quick feel, grabbing her ass, and she decided they had enough. "Hey, everybody! Fill up your beers! Into the den! The Ms. Suzy Cream Cheese show is on! Last one in has to sit on his hands!" Tom won that award, which after his licking my wife's fingers and playing grab ass, I was happy to see. Suzy dimmed the lights, put on her tape, and came out to the song "Gold Dust Woman" By the end of the song, she had lost the jacket, the bustier, and the skirt. The guys were going wild, applauding and shouting. Next, she used "In My House", by the Mary Jane Girls. She became much more brazen, brushing her breasts across their faces, rubbing the globes of her ass in their laps, and having them (except for Tom) hold her hips while she slid a finger into her soaked panties to play with herself as she shook her sweet hot breasts in their face. Near the end, she peeled down her panties, bending over for all to see a good view of her wet pink gash, framed by her ass and slender legs. I thought that was It, but Suzy had other ideas. "Stairway to Heaven" came on, and she played with herself on the den floor like it was her stage. The guys were gulping their beer, trying to stay cool, and as the song built, she came lap dancing again, naked for all intents and purposes, almost kissing each man as she guided his hands to her breasts, her head flung back and to the side as she sat on their laps, facing away from them. I was rock hard before she ever touched me. As she ground her globes into me, she pulled back from our kiss and quietly whispered into my ear "If you want to go back on your promise now, I'll understand. I don't expect them to know the difference. But please honey, can I make my fantasy cum true? You said I could. I'll be even hotter for the next two weeks than I was the past two if you trust me that much. Please baby. Tell me I can." Somewhere deep in the haze, I remembered something Suzy had been saying to me every night in bed, about how when she got them too hot, she'd start in satisfying every single man who wanted her, "Was that OK with me? Yes. Did I want her? Yes. Was it OK for them to want her? Yes. Was it OK for her to take care of them, just like she'd taken care of me? Yes." I remembered the words. I was torn between keeping my wife shut down, closed in, just like she'd been for months, no, it had been years, before my promise that led to tonight. In bed she'd promised me many things, I'd promised her many things. I'd never lied to her. I'd never broken a promise. She would have understood, but in her heart, she never would have forgiven me. "Yes, Suzy, you can satisfy every single man here who wants you." Her squeal of glee was interpreted as me tweaking her nipple, by the hoots, cat calls, and taunts of my friends in response. To Frankie Goes to Hollywood's "Relax", she made her way down the line again, making sure they were all hard again, but this time, she was actively stroking them, moving their hands to her muff to play with her, slip their fingers inside her and taste her. Her second round of "dancing" was much more direct. She simply unzipped their pants, fished out their hard cocks, and sucked them, for no more than five or ten seconds each, whispering for each man to get naked if he wanted more. Ben and Jerry had the stocky builds with lots of body hair, and thick pricks with bulbous heads. Tom and Dave were sleeker, more elegant, with longer but thinner pricks. My cock was halfway in between. Suzy said softly to all of us "I'm going to take care of every man here that wants me. If any one of you has a problem with that, he can go sleep it off in the little bedroom and never set foot in this house again." Everybody looked at me, expecting me to walk out. "To my loving husband, who has given his permission to me to share myself with you, you all owe a debt of thanks. He is a true man of his word, and we are all richer for it. Now he gets to choose what he wants from me, mouth, cunt or ass. Whatever he doesn't fill is yours, first cum, first served. Toss down those mattresses, so we have somewhere to play." Handing me the jar of Vaseline, she said "I hope you'll do what you. want, not just what I would like." The idea of fucking my own wife in the ass had never occurred to be important to me. But I'd be go to hell if I'd give that up to someone else. So I greased my pole up, then greased her tight corn hole, and started sliding fingers into her. Then I slid in my hard cock, with some resistance until the head was fully inside her, and then it was like she'd done it all her life. Ben slid his cock into her mouth, and Jerry stuffed her twat full. I could feel him slide in and out of her. She rolled over when he came, so that she was lying on top of me, turning her head to the side to suck Tom. Ben plied her with his thick bone. She was stroking Jerry hard again with one hand, and Dave with the other. Seeing Tom's dark boner in between her lips, it finally hit my beer soaked head with its full impact. My wife was having group sex with five men. She was letting me cum up her bum, and when I did, if I went soft, she would most likely invite one of the others to fill her. I don't know why, but that turned me on even more than I was before, turning my cock into a bar of steel. I could feel her really intense orgasms, often fired off when someone came inside her, as her pussy walls quaked in response. I was able to rotate my hips and move back and forth inside her freely, which seemed to trigger more quim quakes. I'd never done this before. I'd never known how hot she was inside her back door, how close the blood was to the surface, how soft and yielding the flesh inside her anus was, how good it felt to fuck her in the ass! She had tried to get me to explore sexually when we were first married, then gave up in disgust at my narrow mind. As I thought about it, deep inside my wife's ass as four other men took turns fucking her and having her suck their cocks, I realized how lucky I was that she'd stayed with me this long. I couldn't imagine how I'd feel if she told me "We can only have sex on Thursday nights, and only in the missionary position." That's what I'd done to her. I'd bottled her up until she practically exploded. She wanted to give me all her love, and I'd just said no, over and over, until she couldn't take it anymore. Then one magical night, I had said yes to her hottest fantasy, making love to a whole group of guys at once, a gang bang, pulling train, call it whatever you will. It made her come alive again. I remembered how hot she was, and I was cumming inside her, as Dave was creaming in her snatch. I pulled out, and she rearranged her self into doggy style, the excuse being she had a crimp in her neck. She was telling me, in her own way, that some things are just for husband and wife. I went to clean off my cock with some nice soap and water, and came back to find Jerry between her legs, Dave getting his limp cock resurrected between her soft lips. We went on for hours. Somebody had the bright idea to pour beer all over Suzy, and we licked some of it off, but people were much more interested in screwing her into the mattress and getting some of the heavenly head she could dish out. I'd never known my wife was such a sexual superstar, a real athlete. She was really tired when everyone else was done, but she sucked me hard one more time, and had me fill her jism filled snatch. The thought of all of that cum being from my best friends burned me alive, and feeling Suzy cum in non-stop shudders as I slowly stroked in and out of her said everything I needed to know about pleasuring my wife. She pulled me down for a kiss, and I could taste their cum in her mouth too. I was pumping insanely, my body trying to drive the foreign sperm from her with every fiber of my being. I came in her, mind and body shattered. In the morning, Suzy had to suck each man off before she let him get his keys back. They all asked when we were going to do this again, and all I could say was "Soon." When Tom had finally left, and her naked body was alone with me once again, she kissed me, sharing the taste of their cum again, thanking me for the most intense sexual experience of her life. She promised me that her suggestions of threesomes with her former girlfriends would be carried out, or that she would find someone who looked just as hot as she did. "Good Luck. There's no woman out there as hot as my wife." This made Suzy cry. She tenderly kissed me again with the taste of their semen still lingering in her mouth. I was rock hard again, and she made love to me, slowly and tenderly, telling me she was a little sore still from last night, but that she treasured having me inside her so much she couldn't bear not to make love to me. She came, over and over again, not as fiercely as last night, but much more intensely than she usually did. After we came together, I held her, relishing the thought that while other men might come to visit her, love her for a time, and move on, I was the one she chose to be with. I was the one she chose to come home to every night. I was the one she chose to share her most personal sexual secrets with. I told her this, and she cried, kissing me fiercely, telling me how much she loved me, and promising to make all my dreams and fantasies cum true. "I am curious though. We made them submit to a blow job to get their car keys back. Why?" I was puzzled by her insistence on this particular ritual. "For weeks on end, you've been eating me out, and leaving me in the shower." Suzy teased as she stoked my softening cock. "Yeah, So?" I didn't see how this piece of the puzzle fit. "Right about the time you started doing that, everything turned around for us. I decided that I was going to be like you. I'm going to be a winner too. From now on I'm going to have a breakfast of champions." she stated firmly, like a child deciding they are going to ride the Tilt-a-Whirl regardless of what the sign at the ride says about how tall they have to be before they can ride it. Breakfast of Champions I laughed, and said "Did it really make you that jealous? I thought that you'd enjoy the climax and have a great day." "What really happened was you turned me on so much I couldn't answer the door without raping the mailman, then left me all alone with only my fantasies and dildos to comfort me. Last night was the result." , she confided to me. "Well then, maybe only I should partake of the breakfast of champions, eating the champion wife of all time, just so that her fertile imagination can cum up with new erotic adventures." I suggested as we cuddled. "Whatever you want, my love. I'd rather drink your cream with my coffee, though.", she said as she resumed sucking my cock very slowly, just so I'd remember what she meant. Breakfast of Champions Anji closes her browser window and locks the computer with a deep breath, the machinery in her head, epecially the primitive systems, throwing small charges. The size and shape of her body are defined in her awareness now by the stimulating hormones being produced in those systems, a delicious cocktail thats pumping down into her breasts and causing her nipples to harden, and slipping across the inside of the skin of her belly to her pussy, making it warm and quietly ache for attention. The house is silent save the buzzing of summer insects riding the slow breeze through a screen door. She thinks about his message, bites her lip, and moves with the neutrality of nobody watching to the bedroom, where she pulls a pink dildo from the small wooden box hidden beneath a pile of panties. She lies down in the velvety folds of the bedcovers, trying not to let the artificiality of pink plastic stimulation bother. She unfastens her jeans and slides them down tanned, muscled thighs to her knees, which she spreads, and she pulls her shirt up to give the humid air access to her breasts. Feels more real this way, whether or not anybody was taking notes. The dildo is hard and cool to the touch, but feels good when she rubs the "head" slowly against her clit, and then follows the line of her pussy lips to where it recedes inside of her. She's closed her eyes. In her mind she replays a visit: She'd walked far enough through the streets and neighborhoods of Niville that by the time she finally stopped her thigh muscles continued jerking hastily, but it was her stomach's nervous pangs that Anji couldn't ignore. Across the street stood the house she held in memory; disconcertingly solid, well-kept, and possibly occupied. She knocked...no answer. Wrestling mixed feelings of relief and frustration, she sat on the steps and waited, staring at her tired sneakers. He got back late. The heavy clouds drowned the stars but the precipitous drop in temperature had raised the hair on her arms and crystallized her rapid breaths. William looked confused for a moment when he saw her in the dim street-lamp light but recovered quickly and invited her in. His house was warm and comfortable. He offered a drink as he poured one for himself, and Anji accepted and nursed the whiskey as she talked. The explanation told itself simply and well. She'd broken up with a unhappy man who was now staking out her house to such a degree that she felt uncomfortable sleeping there. Usually she could brush off the paranoia long enough to grab a few hours rest, but he'd left a disturbing message on her cell this afternoon. She'd just recently moved from Florida and hadn't made many friends yet, and her car was on its last legs from the couple thousand mile drive. Would he mind if she stayed at his place for a few days? William was an easy-going sort of man with charmingly boyish features and intelligent blue eyes. He said she could stay as long as she needed to while his wife was out of town on vacation. When she came back though, Anji would have to find another way to deal with her ex...like maybe the police. Anji thanked him and promised to help out with meals and housework while she was there. They both sat in the living room catching up and had several more glasses of whiskey as the moon inched silently overhead. When it became clear that Anji was struggling to hold her head up, William suggested it was time for bed. He followed her up the stairs and showed her the layout of the second floor. There was a loft with a futon & bookshelves, a couple of kids rooms, what seemed to be a guest bedroom, again books; all about childrearing, a bathroom, and the master bedroom, which looked too inviting. Anji was drunk and beyond making concessions for modesty by this point; she just slipped out of her jeans and crawled under the covers in a t-shirt and underwear. Watching her curl into the blankets, William smiled a little to himself as he took off his shirt. She woke early, maybe five am; her stomach had knotted - punishment for skipping dinner and then drinking. It took a moment to come to her senses, and when she did she just wanted to sink back into the warmth behind her and tell her stomach to shut the fuck up. But she was lying on her side. And the warmth at her back was breathing softly into the back of her neck. She'd somehow somnambulantly spooned her host. And she felt his morning erection pressing into the crack of her ass. It'd been awhile since she'd experienced someone new this way, so Anji's body responded by preparing for sex. Her panties grew damp, her heart rate increased, and she had to resist a strong urge to push back against him, or wiggle her ass. Somebody's husband, she reminded herself. Somebody cold, who didn't seem to want him, but somebody's husband nonetheless. Still, she couldn't deny her attraction to him, which was one of the reasons she came to this house in the first place. She could satisfy one of her hungers, though, and then hopefully climb back into bed in a less compromising position, maybe catch a little more shuteye before a possibly awkward morning. Slipping slowly from the bed, she padded through the shadowy house, downstairs, to the kitchen. She grabbed an apple from a tray in the fridge and took it to the sink, where she was washing it under the tap when a tan, well shaped arm came down beside hers. Anji and William had worked together for two years. The first few months they were feeling eachother out; she withheld everything, quietly analyzing him, and he kept trying to draw her out, until one day she bit him verbally. In that painful minute, they both realized that they cared very much what the other thought. That realization opened a gateway to other feelings... "hungry?" - he was standing right behind her. If she moved an inch, she'd press against him. Her mouth opened of its own accord. "Oh, yeah... I missed dinner. I didn't want to wake you" she was still in a t-shirt that barely covered her panties. He wasn't wearing a shirt. She could feel his proximity as tangibly as the water over her skin. "I wasn't sleeping." He slowly reached up and turned off the tap, and she braced herself against the sink, waiting for contact. Movement. Something. Nothing happens. She turns to face him, and he's looking at her with those blue eyes. She used to tease him that he told her everything, that he talked too much. Now, in the still blue kitchen, he's silent except for his eyes. She kisses him and it's intoxicating - like steak to the starving. She kisses his mouth again and slowly runs her tongue softly along his bottom lip. No stopping now. She's shaking a little bit as he puts an arm around her and lets his hand slide down to her lower back, his tongue exploring hers. This feels good, and Anji doesn't stop herself when her own hand wanders down to extract what she's really been hungry for...for two years. She strokes him under the sweats, kissing harder now, her other hand around his back, holding him in place. Will frees his erection from the sweat pants he'd thrown on for bed, and Anji sinks to her knees. She looks up at him as she takes his cock in her hands, moves them up and down on it, to get a feel for it before she begins working it with her mouth. She licks her lips again and puts them around the head, tonguing it softly as it enters the warmth of her mouth, then pumps her head on the shaft of his dick, gathering a little more each time, stroking the rest with her fist. She welcomes the challenge of fitting it all into her mouth; down her throat if necessary. She wants to feel his skin on her chin when he climaxes. Anji cups his balls with her free hand and begins to fondle them, and feeling his cock respond, sucks it hungrily, because pleasuring him is what pleasures her. It's only the two of them, now. She jumps out of time, losing herself in the rythm, willing to work until morning, wanting him to feel good for as long as she can sustain it. Her hand is covered in saliva now, and so is her chin. She rubs her tongue on his shaft, and feels it pulse. She moans involuntarily. His cock pulses again, this time giving her a taste of him. She takes it in, as much as she can, nursing him dry, then carefully licking him clean. Anji wipes her chin and stands as William puts himself away in the stillness of the kitchen. She overcomes a desire to kiss him on the mouth – having just swallowed his cum – but doing so causes a melancholy expression to momentarily sweep her face, and she raises her fingers and touches her lips absently. "Alright." He says, suddenly looking down his nose at her, as though she was trying to steal something from him "Don't you think maybe I might want breakfast too?" he moves back a few steps, patting a spot on the table twice. Hop up here, is indicated. She obeys, watching him as though he might disappear as she slides her black panties down her legs and steps out of them, then she pushes herself up with both arms so her butt comes to rest on the cool, dark wood. She lays herself down carefully, and spreads her legs. From below the table, the view would be two tan calves avoiding each other on one side, a waterfall of brown hair on the other. He vanishes from her sight for a moment and comes back with a paper plate. "Let's make this a little more sanitary." She laughs and lifts her ass as he slides the plate under. He takes a seat in front of her. "Now, what is it you want? Soft and slow touching? Or skip the foreplay altogether.. Tell me if I'm doing the right thing. I want a good review." he kisses the inside of one thigh, then the other...his stubble pokes her a little but Anji is concentrating on the intoxicating sensations surfacing where her legs meet. "But I need feedback." he says, kissing the top of her thigh while she turns her head slightly to look across the table at him...it becomes clear that now is the time for more dick, less talk. He looks amused. "Okay, clearly I'll have to otherwise employ my tongue." He touches her sensitive slit, and her back arches slightly, which he likes. "Who's 'Sam Beam'?" he asks, rubbing lightly, reading the navy blue writing stretched across her breasts. She giggles helplessly, breathlessly, for a minute. "A band. Iron & Wine. I lent you the CD, awhile ago." "Oh, right." He said, and as an afterthought "That was a good CD. You know you have good taste in music...I still listen to the first mix you made me". She laughs, and pulls the shirt up over her head – no more distractions! He kisses her thigh again, this time working his way inward, taking his time. He uses his fingers to touch her again, and then spreads her lips so that her clit is visible. Her pussy is swollen and pink, wet with anticipation. She reaches down absently and he pushes her hand away. He's licking her cunt now, soft and slippery like living velvet in his mouth, he resists the urge to take a bite. Anji's panting softly, still shaking a little, her eyes are closed and her tits are poking into the air, the nipples begging. He increases his pace, sliding two fingers into the welcoming tightness of her. She moans. That's right, he thinks; I know how to please you. She feels his breath near the crack of her ass, his tongue so warm sliding the length of her sensitive clit, his fingers inside her, his other hand wrapped up around her thigh, fingertips spread, clutching the flesh. It's like Christmas. She moans and touches her breasts, feeling her nipples as he begins to focus his attention on the spot that gets the most results. His cock is hard again now. He wants to deliver this girl to the place of oblivion. Mindlessness. He tests her response to more input, pressing the pad of the thumb where he wants it to go. She breathes in quickly but doesn't look up – no objections. He pushes it in and smiles to himself as her pussy grips his fingers tighter, evidence of her pleasure sliding down her thigh to lubricate things. Perfect. Anji's eyebrows knit together and upward, her face asking the question of how much more she can take. She feels his cheeks against her thighs. She thinks that soon they will fuck, fast and slow, over and over. But it's never enough. She thinks his body will become completely familiar with hers; that she wants to swallow his cum again. That she wants to be sore. She's making small helpless noises now, it's too good. Suddenly she feels the flush and the roar in her mind. From William's point of view the dam breaks and Anji's body begins to clutch his hand rhythmically, trying to extract cum from his fingers. It's already in her belly, he thinks. Her thighs quiver, and he resists the urge to fuck her right now, on the table. But – later. For now, he waits until she settles, flushed and naked on his kitchen table. Then he kisses her thigh one last time, slides the paper plate out and throws it away, and goes to the fridge, which he opens. "How 'bout omlettes?" He asks. Breakfast of Champions I was at the stove in a pair of Brian's boxers stirring oatmeal for our first breakfast in our new home. I looked down at my thin gray wife beater. I was showing a good amount of cleavage and the blue boxers were his favorite. Oatmeal...such a sad first breakfast. We'd been unloading the truck until well past midnight. Only the big furniture was in any way "unpacked" as we'd placed most where it would stay at least until it needed to be moved for the renovation. Oatmeal and a pan were the best I'd been able to find in the mess this morning. I also had dishes and the coffee pot. It was honestly with the muffins I'd baked our last day in the apartment not a bad start at all. I turned as I heard Brian come in the kitchen catching his kiss on my lips as his arms circled my waist. "How'd you know I wanted oatmeal?" he asked. "Aww aren't you a sweet liar?" I knew he disliked oatmeal mornings. I spoiled him with omelets way to often. His hands squeezed the curve of my stomach. "It's just so heavy." "There are muffins, too. It'll be good for you to have a full stomach I'm gonna work you hard today." I responded. His hand slid down and cupped my mound through the thin material of his boxers. "I fucking love your muffin. I'll pass on the oatmeal and fill up on this since it's an option. I promise to do my best work today." His lips brushed the back of my ear and his hand steadily rubbed my pussy. I felt myself melting into his touch as always. His voice immediately working its magic on me. He knew exactly what it did to me when he talked dirty in my ear like that. It was like warm honey pouring through my mind and middle. I moved the now most likely over cooked oatmeal off the hot eye and shut off the stove. "We should eat before it gets cold." I said in token resistance. "Its oatmeal. I'll eat it cold. Now your muffin on the other hand is just getting warm I can tell." His fingers gently pushed the thin fabric into my slit and I had no doubt I was already becoming wet. His other hand slid under my tee and up to cup my breast. The nipple was hard and tender to his touch. I moaned softly and pressed myself into both his hands more firmly. I could feel his cock stiffening against the small of my back and reached back to stroke it through the fabric of his boxer briefs. The soft fabric sliding over his hardness was in itself a turn on for me. Brian began backing up pulling me with him until with a tug we were face to face with my back pressed against the opposite kitchen counter. He leaned into me pushing a thigh between my legs. His mouth was on mine tongue thrust deep. I began working his t-shirt up caressing the line of hair up from his boxer briefs and over his own small hard nipples. Adorable I thought, as I rubbed my palms in small circle over them. In reward or revenge his fingers found my own nipples and his thigh began grinding slowly side to side. I could feel the slick slide of my lips against themselves and wet heat over all soaking through the boxers. His groans only confirmed my suspicion he could feel my wetness on his thigh. He broke our kiss, and whipped my tee over my head returning his fingers to my bare breasts to pluck and tease my painfully hard nipples. "I never get tired of this, how you respond to my every touch, how fucking wet you get." His voice was hoarse and rasping with excitement. His hands slid down my sides hooking the shorts and whipping them down. I felt his lips graze my hip bone in passing as he bent. He wrapped his hands around my ass cheeks as he came back up lifted insistently so I hopped to the counter. His lips closed around first one nipple then the other sucking until the nipple popped from his mouth as he moved to the other. I moved my hands through his hair and down over his back scratching lightly and moaning to urge him on. HIs breath fanned hot over my stomach as he kissed, licked and nipped his way down the gentle curve of it. His hands gripped, squeezed, and pulled at my thighs. Then I felt his nose gently nuzzling in the soft patch of hair covering my mound. The tip of his tongue slowly began to trace the slit of my pussy. I could hear him inhale deeply and feel the hot exhalation of his breath. "Jesus I could seriously cum right now with two tugs if I just buried my face in your cunt. I love how you taste." He raised his head and looked at me sprawled back on the counter. "I'm going to eat your hot little muffin until you cum on my face. Is that what you want?" He shifted one of my calves over his shoulder and slowly slid one finger deep inside me. "Yes I want you so much," I squirmed on his finger so ready I would have begged had he wanted me to. "Use two fingers" I urged. He slid his forefinger out and then slid it back in with his middle as well. I mewled involuntarily. I thrust my hips up just as his mouth touched me instantly slicking his nose and chin with my juices. His tongue circled my clit before he sucked my labia between his lips. His fingers worked deep and I quickly began cumming. "Oh god don't stop. Don't stop that's it right there." I moaned, my hands shamelessly pushing his mouth against my throbbing clit. As my orgasm subsided he began long slow sweeps with his tongue cleaning excess juices off my pussy. His fingers still slowly pumped in and out bringing my excitement back up so I'd be ready for him again. Just as my breath began to quicken his fingers were replaced with his hard cock. I could feel the fabric of his briefs against my thighs and the smack of his balls so I knew he'd been to excited himself to finish pulling them all the way down. He pulled me forward and upright hugging me to him using just the thrust of his hips to fuck me. My breasts, nipples hard were flattened to him and I could feel the edge of the counter digging into my ass. I wrapped my legs around his hips tilting my own hips so he slid deeper inside with the next thrust. "Yes just like that honey," I urged him on. I pulled back so I could see his face and I could smell my pussy all over him. He bit his lip and I felt his cheeks clench under my calves. "Harder." I demanded. "Your cock feels so good. Fuck me harder!" I smiled as I saw the moment he couldn't hold on any longer and felt him beginning to cum inside me. He thrust deep one last time and I felt the added heat deep in my pussy. His forehead came to rest on my collar bone and his heaving breaths left me hot then cold. "Shit I'm sorry babe." I knew he was working himself up to a bad mood since we hadn't cum together at the end and moved to cut him off. I gripped the back of his neck firmly in one hand and squeezed him with my thighs. "What's that smell? Oooo do you smell that smell? The smell that's all around you?" I sang it softly but still badly off key and it wrung a chuckle from him before I'd even finished a line. He pulled up and kissed my lips with a smile. He reached for something behind me which I felt him holding against my back. Ten putting his empty arm under my thighs he lifted me and staggered over to the kitchen table and plopped down in a chair with his now soft cock still firmly inside me. He winked at my exaggeratedly impressed face before producing the bag of muffins with a flourish between us. "Muffins, the breakfast of champions, heroes and grown men who do really spectacular shit. Even better they're yours so we know they taste magically delicious." "That's lucky charms." I said solemnly. "Hush and stuff your face woman! I'm trying to work my way up to christening this house properly all over." He mocked. I squirmed a little and leaned in to whisper, "I think if I stuff my mouth with something else you might get worked up a little quicker." And as usual I was right.