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Come On

By: slowoody



We've been at a party for an hour or two... I can not keep my eyes off of you. 

At home you showed me your new skirt and shirt that you were going to wear out tonight. My jaw hit the floor when I saw you walk of the room with your high heels on and the low plunging neckline of your shirt. Your breast were presented beautifully with your favorite necklace nestled just above your cleavage. I walked up to you and put my arm around you with my hand resting on the small of your back.. you tilted hips forward just a bit and looked up at me.

The scent of your perfume grew stronger as I leaned down to kiss the your neck under your ear as I whispered, "wow, you look hot".

My hand slid down to your ass and you smacked it away with a smile saying, "not now, come on, we're going to be late..."

At the party the music is playing and we are dancing together with friends. Arm up and drinks in hand the mood in the air is electrifying. You look back at me with a smile and we clink our glasses together before drinking more of the freely flowing champagne. I reach out and pull you to me, wrapping my arms around you from behind to dance to the music with your body pressed against mine. 

The music, the lights, the energy, our bodies move together as one, my hands on your hips and your arms reaching back behind my head. The dance floor is getting crowded and I move my hands to your stomach. Leaning down again, I move your hair and kiss you again on your neck, you tilt your head to the side and my kisses run up and down your neck, before i lightly bite your ear. You place your hands on mine and begin to move your ass, grinding it against me to the beat of the music.

We are sweating, and I can feel myself getting excited. You feel my excitement and focus on it... driving me wild with desire... I spin you around and kiss your lips.. deep and wet, our open mouths letting our tongues wrestle...

You look up at me and biting your lip you say, "I want you to fuck me.." 

"Come on... " I say as I grab your hand and guide you off the dance floor. I am still hard as I lead you down the hall way to the bathroom. There is one person in front of us and as we wait, my hand finds your ass and I hike up your skirt from behind to rub my hand on the inside of your thigh. My hand just feeling a bit of the heat coming from your sex.

The toilet flushes and we push past the girl coming out of the bathroom, get in and close the door behind us. I push you against the door, my one hand instantly going under your skirt to rub your pussy. Your panties are soaking wet and I use my whole hand to rub you between your lips. My other hand reaches up under your shirt to take one of your amazing tits and I massage and let my thumb roll over your nipple. 

You let a moan escape your mouth as I lift your shirt above your tits and take your nipple in my mouth.

Your hand reaches for my belt, undoing it and you open my jeans before sliding you hand in my pants. You grasp my rock hard cock and you start to stroke it up and down. Your fingers are soon sticky with my precum as my pants and underwear fall to the ground around my ankles. 

I lift you onto the sink, pushing your skirt back up over your hips. You open your legs and pull me closer by holding my cock.... you let go to pull your panties aside just before I slam my cock into your waiting wet pussy. 

You gasp as my girth fills you and you wrap your arms around my shoulders as I start moving my hips and begin to fuck you. Each thrust is electrifying and we fuck like there is only tonight. 

You run your hands through my hair pulling me closer for a kiss and I can see your tits bouncing with every thrust I make. You lean back and rest your hands on the sink and start to whimper with pleasure... 

There is a knock on the door.

I pull myself out of you and turn you around, pushing you forward so your hands are resting on the closed toilet. I take my hand and put it between your ass cheeks to beginning rubbing your pussy from behind. . My fingers slip between your lips and spread them apart.. i can already feel you starting to shake.

Taking my cock that is covered in your wetness, I guide it into from behind. 

There is a banging on the door.

Grabbing your hips I fuck you doggy style, your legs spread slightly and your ass pushed up in the air. My god you feel amazing as I reach around to rub your sexy clit. Deeper and harder and faster, I pull you on my cock with furious thrust wanting to get as deep as I can possibly get.

Your legs start to shake, i fuck you harder, reaching forward to pull on your hair, pulling your head back , "Your so fucking hot" I say to you... "your pussy is so wet and you've got me so hard... " all you can do is moan as you cum.

You reach out to grab something and your hips start bucking as you cum.. your hand grabs the shower curtain and it comes ripping off the bar. I reach around and hod you up as I push my last thrusts into your throbbing pussy. .. now wetter with they juices from your orgasm.... 

I can't take it any more.

I pull out and turn your around, you sit on the the toilet seat and I stroke my cock over your face. You open your mouth and take the head of my cock in, sucking and slurping just before.... "are you going to be a dirty girl and take my cum in your mouth?" I say with my heart beating a mile a minute.

You look up at me with those eyes and just say, "Mmmm yeah..." as you lick the tip of my cock.

The door bangs even harder...

I pull out of your mouth and cum.... I clench my ass cheeks as ribbons of cum spurt out into your mouth and over your face... so much that some even passes your head to land on the wall behind you. I lean forward on the wall as I watch my seed spill all over you... I drop my hand and you reach up to coax the last of my cum from my dick into your mouth, licking and sucking.

I grab a towel from behind you and you wipe your face clean... i tuck myself back into my pants and you look at your wet panties before just throwing them away. We straighten ourselves out as much as we can and open the door..

"What the fuck..?" the next person in line says as we walk back to the party. 


Come On, Daddy!



I shouldn't even be in the same room with you dressed like you are. That short little skirt, no panties and tits barely contained by your top. You mother would kill me if she saw me sitting here looking at you like this. I'm 55. I'm too old for you. But I can't help myself. I should go do something else. Instead I site here, entranced and lusting after you. You know.

You switch on the DVD player and say "let's watch this" as you put on some big-tit porn. Tit-fucking and dirty talk makes me so hot. But you know that. You've probably gone through my collection. 

You don't stop there, though. Kneeling in front of the DVD player wIth your back to me you lean forward giving me a look at your unpantied pussy. I know I shouldn't look. I know I should get up and go. This is so wrong. But I'm trapped. I try to avoid looking at your pussy, but there's another sexy scene on the screen. I moan, and you know you have me.

You stand and turn to face me. You take off your top. You ask "do you like me?" as you lift the front of your skirt and slide a finger through your slippery folds. "Do you like this?" I answer the only way I can: "Oh, yes..."

You take off your top and throw it on the floor. The action on the screen is heating up. I know I should go. It's long past that point. I want this as much as you. I'm holding on to my last shred of self control. If you push this, you're going to find out what happens to girls who tease their daddy.

You flop down next to me on the couch. I watch your tits bounce for a moment. You lean in close, hand inches from my crotch and whisper "you like this, don't you?" I think you're as asking about your slutty behavior when you motion to the screen where the big-tit blond is getting reamed from behind. You're pushing me too far. You're going to end up like the woman on the screen, taking my cock every way I want. You look me in the eyes and smile that smile that every guy knows, the one that says "I want to get fucked".

My right hand slides up your inner thigh. Two fingers slip through the folds of your dripping pussy. You moan and spread your legs. That's it. Whatever happens now is on you. My other hand unbuttons my jeans and lowers my zipper. I slide my pants down and place your hand on my stiffening cock. "Play with it. Slowly and gently." You cuddle closer and start teasing me with a nearly feather-like touch, occasionally mixed with a couple of quick squeezes or cupping my balls or sliding your thumb through the precum wetting the head. Soon my cock is harder than it has been in years.

My eyes closed for just a moment as I reveled in the sensations. I opened my eyes to find your other hand circling your clit. "Take your hand away from your pussy right now! You started this. We shouldn't even be doing this. But since we are, you're going to take care of me first." I push you away and guide you until you're kneeling in front of me. "See what you did to my cock? You take care of that right now. But don't you dare try to make me come. I'm nowhere near finished with you, young lady."

You stroke me slowly, teasingly. You rub the head of my cock against your nipples making them slippery, then stop to make me watch you roll your nipples between your fingers. 

Every now and then you lick my cock like a lollipop until I hold your head still and fuck your mouth. Your tongue presses on the underside of my cock as I slide it in and out of your mouth. As I pull almost all the way out you flick the head of my cock with your tongue, then I push once again to the back of your throat. Your mouth is so wet and warm. I'm getting closer to cumming. I pull you off of my cock and warn you "don't you make me come yet."

You know this game. You like it: I can tell by the coy little smile and the gleam in your eyes as you descend once again upon my twitching cock. Just for now I let you take control. You bring me closer to the edge and stop. You know there's going to be more. One of your hands is back between your legs. At this point, I don't care. I watch as you stop playing with me to bring yourself off, my hand lightly stroking my cock. I can see you getting close and make you stop. "Me first." 

We play this game a few more times - you shifting back and forth between teasing my cock and desperately trying to get yourself off.

Eventually you ignore me when I sense you getting close to cumming. I tell you stop. You keep going, body shuddering, mouth opened in an "O", eyes lidded, your breath coming in gasps. "Stop now! Stop!" I try to pull your hands away from your crotch, but you're already there. You throw your head back and howl as your body goes rigid, then relaxes.

I wait a few moments, hold you, then say "you were not supposed to cum before me." I stand, help you to your feet and turn you around facing the couch. "Bend over." You lean into the couch, your ass in the air. "Next time - and there will be a next time - you will do what I tell you." I slip my cock into your pussy, fucking you slowly at first. As we speed up and you start pushing against me I swat your ass cheeks for being such a bad girl. 

I feel my balls tightening. It's time. No more spanking. My hands go to your hips, pulling you against me harder and faster until all that pent-up frustration and lust comes flooding out. I don't stop yet. It feels so good slamming into your pussy, again and again and again. Soon I become too sensitive and have to stop.

Don't you ever tell anyone about this!



Come On Don't Stop



She wants to be fucked.

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Come On Eileen



The Reverend Aaron Aikens really wished he could cum right now.

It was obvious just from looking at him. He was hard as a rock, and the head of his cock was an angry, purplish red as he stroked up and down the shaft. But somehow, no matter how close he got, no matter how hard he pumped his fist over the sensitive flesh, he just couldn't cum.

He wasn't the only one, either. He saw out of the corner of his eye that the other men from his Light of the Lord Television Ministries had the same expression on their faces that he knew must be on his own, that mix of pleasure, arousal, and frustrated delight as they drifted on the edge of orgasm, not quite able to release. Like him, they sat there with their cocks out, stroking away but unable to get off.

With his other hand, he reached down to fondle his balls. They felt heavy, swollen with cum and aching for release, but something was holding him back. It wasn't a lack of stimulation--his fingers couldn't stop working pre-cum and saliva into his skin as he stroked and stroked (and where had the saliva come from? He tried to remember, but every time he chased down a train of thought, his hand slid back up around the tip of his cock and another surge of pleasure pushed it away.) He knew he should be able to cum--hell, he'd never thought he'd see a day when just looking at his secretary Mona's heavy, full, double-D-cup tits wouldn't pop his rocks off, but there she was, fondling his production manager's breasts while Lisa, the wife of one of his fellow ministers, licked her tits...and he still couldn't cum!

But he couldn't stop, either. It just felt too good to stop. His hand wouldn't let him stop, it just kept moving all on its own. He thought that maybe at one point he'd tried to hold his hand still and remember exactly why he was jacking off in the middle of a room full of men of faith, maybe connect the dots and figure out how the dinner party he'd organized to celebrate the success of their latest revival had turned out so strange...but his hand just kept moving, the pleasure just kept surging, and pretty soon the idea of deliberately turning away from that pleasure just to think about things that probably weren't that important anyway seemed like madness.

"Hi, Aaron," Tina said as she walked up to him. She'd ripped her dress off at the waist, and her panties seemed to have vanished. Or maybe she'd never worn any--Tina was good at seeming like a chaste, sweet young thing, just the kind of girl next door you'd want to lead your choir, but Aaron had held enough "closed-door meetings" to know that she was a wildcat in the sack. She seemed to be reveling in the attention she got from all the fundamentalist ministers in the room, but there was something about her eyes. Like she couldn't not enjoy this anymore...a throbbing pulse of pleasure chased the thought out of Aaron's head.

Tina didn't say anything more. She just climbed up onto his lap, then turned around so that her shapely buttocks faced him. It took a bit of contortion for her to find a position that allowed her to thrust her ass right at his face, but she seemed utterly dedicated to making sure he could lick her asshole without having to get up.

Aaron found that he couldn't help but reward that dedication. Literally, he could not help it--he found his neck bending and his head leaning forward and his tongue just seemed to extend itself from his mouth so that he could lick. Tina moaned in pleasure and wriggled her ass into his face, her enjoyment obvious, and Aaron was surprised to find that he enjoyed it too. The taste and smell sent shivers through his whole body all the way down to his now madly-throbbing cock...but it still wouldn't cum.

"Nnngh, ohgodyes..." Tina gasped out, her whole body writhing now against him as she moaned and pressed her ass up even tighter against his face. He couldn't see anything but her ass in his field of view, and his tongue just kept going, working its way deeper into her asshole as she whimpered and gasped, his saliva coating the whole wondrous valley of her ass now, and he just couldn't stop, couldn't cum, couldn't even think...

Finally, Tina pulled away and shifted position once again, impaling her ass onto his cock. The saliva allowed it to slip into the tight opening easily, and she squatted down all the way until her ass bumped up against his hips. With his hand free of the duty of stroking, he felt the fog in his mind clear just the tiniest bit as he looked around the room. He saw his accountant, George, getting sucked off by his personal assistant, Gina. He saw George's wife, Marcia, straddling the Reverend Daniel Haynes and pumping her hips up and down on his cock. He saw Reverend Cole and Reverend Freeman giving each other hand jobs on the couch, and everywhere, he saw that look again, that look of helpless pleasure, of-- Tina's ass gripped his cock tightly as she raised herself up and squatted down again, and the thought left his mind with a whoosh of breath as he gasped sharply in pleasure.

He saw someone else, a man he didn't recognize wearing black clothing, filming it all with a digital video camera. The man changed angles to get an unobstructed view of Aaron's face as he fucked Tina up the ass, and Aaron realized that the man could blackmail him, that screen-captures could wind up on the Internet, that the whole thing could wind up on the nightly news...and somehow that thought got him even hotter, the kinky thrill of knowing he could be exposed as a shameless perverted sex maniac stiffened his cock even more and would have made him cum if he was only capable of it. He redoubled his thrusts into Tina, hearing her shriek in orgasmic bliss.

She pulled off of him then, dropped to her knees and started to clean his cock off with her tongue. His hand returned to its stroking as she licked around it, bathing his dick in a fresh coating of saliva (and that sparked a memory for a moment, fleeting before the pleasure wiped it away, of the man in black drifting from person to person as the party went on, whispering things in their ears, of his secretary dropping to her knees as he pulled out his cock in front of everyone so that she could...) And then his hand stroked up to the tip again, and the memory was lost in the need to cum.

The need was endless now, maddening, it made it impossible to do anything but stroke as Tina wandered away to service another man. All Aaron could do now was whip his hand up and down along his cock with urgent, jerking motions, even as he watched Lisa slide down from Mona's tits to her pussy and start licking like mad. It wasn't fair, he thought! Mona was shaking and trembling, her orgasm clear just from the look on her face as Lisa licked and licked and licked, her face becoming absolutely coated with Mona's pussy juices...but Aaron couldn't cum, his balls just ached more and more with the need to release.

When Marcia came over to him, her dress pulled up to her waist, he almost wanted to wave her away. He couldn't take any more of this. He couldn't handle any more stimulation without release, and he knew that Marcia was just going to climb onto his lap and jam his cock into her pussy and fuck him until she came...but just the knowing of that made it impossible for him to refuse, just as Marcia couldn't stop offering her juicy cunt to every man there. She needed to fuck, and he had to fuck her. Aaron knew this, but the sensation of sliding into her slick pussy drove out the understanding of why he knew.

His cock was absolutely priapic now as he thrust up to meet Marcia's hips as she thrust down, the orgasm only held back by some mysterious power that he couldn't remember because remembering involved thinking and thinking was impossible when he was this fucking horny. His whole body felt like it was immersed in pleasure, just on the very edge of cumming so hard...but all he could do was fuck, fuck and watch as all around him, his fellow Lights of the Lord gave in to the very same pleasures they spent all day condemning. And the man in black filmed it all.

Marcia finally whimpered out an orgasm, her eyes glazed with an overdose of sheer bliss as her body forced her to move on to the next man, to fuck him until she came yet again, as she discovered that she was capable of more pleasure than she'd ever imagined, and Aaron's hand moved automatically back to his slick and greasy cock to stroke again. He knew it had to end sometime, he knew he couldn't take this forever...

And then his wife, Eileen, approached. Even as his eyes took in her helpless smile and the thick, ropy strands of semen splattered across her face and bare tits, the final piece of the puzzle clicked into his mind and he knew what his body had been waiting for. She looked at him, and he understood that she wanted this, that she would enjoy this even though they both knew she had been made to want and enjoy it. That knowledge somehow made it even hotter. They were both tangled up in the trap of desires they couldn't fight, and they enjoyed it because they were forced to enjoy it and they enjoyed being forced to enjoy it because they were forced to enjoy that, and it just never seemed to end and the pleasure built until Aaron felt his cock spurt burst after burst of cum onto her face.

Eileen smiled as his cum splattered onto her make-up. The man in black smiled as he filmed it. And Aaron smiled as he felt his cock begin to harden again.

THE END



Come On In



Sitting at my desk next to the open window was a good work atmosphere. The fresh air and slight breeze helped my dull paperwork seem not quite unbearable. I glanced up and let my eyes rest on the trees that swayed gently on this mild summery afternoon. Then my gaze was jerked rudely away from the botany, and to a figure lying on the grass. It was a girl, a very attractive and subtly sexy girl, lounging in the ankle-high fescue. She lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, appearing to study a small daisy or clover flower. Her knees were pulled up, ever so slightly, and her skirt had ridden up to her mid thigh. She faced away from me, but even still, I ducked down trying to make myself invisible to her in the window, might she look. My eyes looked over the top of my glasses as I strained to see up her skirt. It seemed to just keep getting shorter. Especially when she shifted.

Without warning she rolled onto her back, and that short skirt had moved up enough that I was able to actually peek up there, between her legs a bit. It was dark with shadow, I couldn't see any detail at all, but still I felt my cock swell behind the fly of my no-iron Dockers. I lowered myself even more, making sure I was out of her sight. But as I watched, it became clear to me that she was looking straight at me. I wasn't invisible, in the least. She stared at me as I tried to stay out of sight in the bottom half of the window. Her eyes burned into mine as a small grin formed on her pinkish lips, and my jaw dropped as she tugged her skirt up past her hips, giving me a full view of her fuzzy muff. 

I stood right up; hell, she was quite aware of me. My hand went into my pants and I began a slow rub with my thumb over my damp cockhead. She smiled bigger now, and her legs parted seductively, somewhat slowly like an elevator door. Now I could see all her gorgeous fuchsia folds, and her small opening. Her hand went down, and she spread her nether lips apart, and she smiled even bigger. Part of me was thinking, what the...but most of me was focused on this hot eye candy, and my swollen erection. Then things became bizarre.

My focus on her pussy was distracted by movement. Movement on her face. I cut my eyes to her face and watched, aghast, as her nose began to elongate and stretch. It was almost like watching a computer animated version of Pinocchio. Her nose transformed into a long thickish arm of sorts, hooking downward at the end, like a fairytale witch's. My hand had long left its warm place in my pants and gone to cover my mouth, which was in a large 'O'. I gasped and felt some sort of deep fear, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. That nose of hers grew and reached right down in between her long legs, and the hooked tip of it grasped her cuntflesh with the dexterity of an elephant's trunk. Holding fast to the top of her orifice, that nose-thing pulled and opened her wide...wider...impossibly wide. What was a sweet looking girlish pussy only moments before was now like a deep black well, large enough to stick my fist in with no resistance. Hell, maybe even my foot. I'd surely seen enough, and my good sense urged me to run from the window, but I remained glued to that spot, unable to turn away. So, I was asking to witness what came next, I suppose.

Just when this was surely the single most surreal and horrifying thing I'd ever seen, it got even more so. A small stairway began forming on either side of those wide walls of her pussy, starting at her entrance and step by step leading up inside her. Then small track style lights of different colors began to appear in the roof of the monstrous hole, and began flashing in a festive manner, lighting up that dark well with a rainbow spectrum. By now, I did think what the fuck...not just thought it, but said it, quite loudly, I'm sure. I saw movement again, but this time, coming from within the deep hole that commanded my attention, regardless of my repulsion. At first, I couldn't make it out, but then I saw what appeared to be legs. Tiny, stocking-clad legs. Then I saw it was not just legs, but an entire tiny person. She looked to be like something off Broadway, doing a kick just like the Rockettes were famous for. Then she was joined by a friend, who appeared identical. And then another, and another. This procession of tiny dancing girls filtered out of the darkness, down either of the descending stairways, and for a moment I thought I was watching an awards show on NBC. No such luck, this was all too bizarre for network, hell, for pay per view even! They danced and kicked their way down the stairs, tipping their tiny black top hats in time with their kicks. Then I thought for sure I heard something.

I whipped around, looking at the closed door of my office, scared shitless that someone had walked in without me realizing it. No, no one was there. Then I was able to tell that the sound I heard was coming from the show outside my window. I looked to the hook nosed girl's face, but her lips were not moving. An unsettling smile remained on her face, as that disgusting nose kept the tunnel open for the dancing girls. Then the sound I was hearing became more audible, and it dawned on me that it was the girls. I strained my ears to make it out, and then realized that they were singing, as well as dancing. It got a little louder, then, a little more. They were singing, "Come on in, come on in", over and over. I think I have never been so shocked, terrified and fascinated at the same time. I shook my head violently, back and forth as if this action would cause me to stop seeing and hearing what I was in fact, seeing and hearing. Then much to my amazement, a fancy red curtain dropped in front of the girls, covering their fleshy stage. The show seemed to be over. I couldn't bring my gaze back to the girl's face, which was still deformed with the giant hook-nose. Thank fucking god, that's when I woke up. But lemmie tell ya, after a dream like that, a man can never be quite the same again.



Come On In



It was a Friday night. It was also my husband's poker night, which meant I would have the house to myself for quite a while. I was looking forward to spending a leisurely evening by myself and rushed home after work. 

The week had been unseasonably warm for this time of year, so I left the front door open when I arrived. I went upstairs and changed into a tank top and loose shorts. I wasn't expecting company so I left off the bra and underwear so I could really relax.  

I grabbed a book on my way out of the bedroom and headed downstairs to the living room. We live in a suburban neighborhood, fairly quiet and laid back. Our house is a corner house so our living room faces the street out front, but you could also see the street to the side of our home. I had a favorite over-sized armchair that faces the front door and window in the living room. With the front door open, the screen was providing a nice gentle breeze through the living room. 

I had grabbed a cheesy romance novel and planned on becoming absorbed in it. If I read one while my spouse was around, I would get mocking comments about the content and cover. I plopped down in the armchair and began reading. 

I soon found myself absorbed in the novel and discovered there were a great many steamy scenes that had quite an arousing affect on me. 

Normally, I would have held out until I was ready for bed, and climb into bed and stimulate myself to an orgasm before falling asleep; much better than a cocktail or a warm glass of milk to help me fall asleep. But I figured, I had the house to myself for at least another 8 hours and what would be the harm in taking care of this situation right now in the living room? I had no qualms about the potential "viewership". I had always felt that it is my house—if I want to run down and grab a glass of water in the middle of the night with nothing on, then so be it. "But what if someone sees us?" was my husband's mantra. Well either they like what they see, or they won't peek again. Besides half the thrill was in the idea that you could be caught and it certainly excited me even more. 

I placed my right leg over the arm of the chair and my left foot I placed on the couch to my left, leaving me spread open slightly. Through the wide leg of my shorts I reached under with my right middle finger and tested the waters, so to speak. I found to my amazement that I was very aroused, wet to the touch. I spread open my pussy lips slightly and spread the wetness around even more, around my clit and sliding my finger up and down my lips from clit to opening. 

I scooted down in the chair a bit more and decided to keep going. With my middle finger I slowly started rubbing circles around my clit, ever so often dipping that finger inside me and feeling how warm I was, how wet. I wasn't in a hurry to cum, but rather enjoy the sensations. 

My breasts wanted to get in the act as well and so I lowered the top portion of my tank top and lifted my breasts out, so the top was under them, supporting and lifting my breasts. With my right hand back under the shorts swirling around my clit, my left hand begin massaging my breast. I would roll a nipple under my fingers, and slightly pinch and pull it out. Then rub the entire breast and start the process all over again. My breasts are on the large side (44D) and I've found them very sensitive, even to my own touch. 

Sitting there I decided to try and lick my own nipple and grabbed my breast and folded it up towards my mouth. I leaned down and stuck out my tongue, lightly flicking over my nipple. Emboldened, I took the whole nipple in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could. 

I looked up out the window and that's when I saw you outside. At first I wasn't sure what I was seeing. I thought maybe I had made a loud moan or cry that would draw someone's attention, and that's why you had stopped. I have a lacy see-through front curtain, so if anyone really wanted to they could see into the living room and the front door was still open. I wasn't even sure it was me or my house you were looking at. 

I stopped what I was doing and stared at you, not put off by the possibility that you were watching; if anything it was more of a turn on. I wanted to continue and give you a show if it was me you were watching. 

I therefore took my left index finger into my mouth and sucked on it, wetting it down and then rubbed it over my nipple. I arched my breast into my hand and squeezed it, playing with my nipple, all the while I kept staring out the window at you. I reached my right hand back under the leg of the shorts and started rubbing my clit as I massaged my breast. 

I closed my eyes for a moment savoring the sensations that were going thru me. I opened them up only to see you gone. I found myself disappointed at the thought that you weren't there; were no longer there to watch, to hopefully get aroused and feel the moment with me. 

Your departure killed some of the ardor, so I went back to my book to try to find another steamy scene when a shadow fell over the front door and the living room. I looked up and it was you. You stood there at the front door, looking in the screen door at me. I half smiled and put down the book. I lifted up my hips off the armchair and pulled my shorts off of me and let them drop onto the floor, not breaking eye contact with you at all. 

I leaned back and once again spread my legs; both legs draped over their respective chair arms. My breasts still exposed and my nipples hard with excitement. I looked at you as I lowered my hands to my pussy. I put my hands on my inner thighs and pulled tight the skin, spreading my pussy lips wide open as if to show you from where I was sitting, how wet I was. I then let my left hand pull back my lips to display my clit to you. My right hand gently brushed over it and down into my opening, drawing out the juices there and using them to rub over my clit. 

I never once took my eyes off of you, as I began to masturbate for you; you were just as much a part of my stimulation process as my fingers were. You were helping to make it that much more intense. I could hear you breathing heavily through the screen door and wondered at your self control; curious if you were content to just watch me bring myself to orgasm, or if you wanted more than just a voyeuristic part. 

I continued circling my clit with slick fingers—I could hear the wetness in the room combined with your breathing and the soft sighs that escaped from me now and again. My mind kept wandering, wondering if I should break the spell and invite you in or how that would work. You must have felt the same way, and decided to take the initiative as I heard the handle on the screen door lift and you were inside. 

I could see the bulge in your pants and could feel myself grow even wetter knowing that you were just as aroused as I was. I didn't stop fingering myself at all, just stared at you as you walked closer to me. 

There is an ottoman that is in front of the armchair and you sat down in front of it looking first at my flushed face and then down to my fingers. You reached out and stopped my hands, tugging them away from me and bending down to take my fingers in your mouth, tasting my juices on them. 

I groaned at the contact and found myself wanting everything now...your tongue in me, your hardening cock in me, to cum around you. You pushed back the ottoman and kneeled down in front of me. You placed your hands on either thigh spreading me apart. You must have liked what you saw for you leaned down. 

I could feel your breath on my pussy and my stomach tightened in anticipation of your touch. Would you use your fingers? Would you use your tongue? Would you kiss or nibble at my inner thighs first? I closed my eyes and felt the tip of your tongue flick my aroused clit. I nearly jumped off the armchair at the contact. I hadn't been touched like that in so long and wanted more. 

My hands rested on the arms of the chair, legs spread apart as you licked again, and again. Your tongue doing a gentle dance around my clit, never hitting it dead on, knowing it would be too sensitive, but lightly touching all around it. It was an amazing sensation and all I could do is moan my approval in return. I felt one of your hands move off of my inner thigh and a moment later a finger was placed at the opening of my pussy. 

You stayed there waiting for a signal that I was okay with this and I did so by raising my hips off of the chair and trying to push you into me. You needed no further encouragement, instead sliding that finger easily into my pussy. My hands grabbed the arms of the chair and I moaned gutterly at the sensation of your finger in me, opening me up. 

Another finger joined the first and I was hot all over, feeling filled with just two of your fingers. You would pull those two fingers almost all the way out and then slide them back in, slow and rhythmic as you continued to lick my clit. 

I started to dig my fingernails into the chair fabric bracing myself. I could feel my orgasm building and swirling deep inside. My inner thighs were beginning to slightly tremble and I knew it would overtake me soon. You must have felt some stirrings deep inside me, because your fingers started to move in and out a bit faster, tongue never stopping, you wanted that orgasm just as much as I did. 

I arched my neck into the back of the chair and cried out, grabbing the chair with my hands, trying to hold onto something real and firm. You never stopped, not when I screamed and whimpered, not when my thighs spasmed uncontrollably, and not when my pussy clamped tightly around your fingers, squeezing and gripping them as my orgasm overwhelmed me. 

I flopped back onto the chair to catch my breath and you stood up. I could see the outline of your erection and licked my lips, desperate to taste and feel you. Your hands went to unfasten your jeans. I reached up at the same time and pushed your hands away, finishing unzipping you and taking your hard cock out. 

It was beautiful...soft and hard at the same time. The head bulbous and nearly purple with need. I could see pre-cum glistening on the tip and I leaned over and swirled my tongue around your slit and licked up all I could. I felt your hands on my head guiding me as I took the head of your cock in my mouth. I sucked in my cheeks, tightening the suction on your cock and I heard you gasp above me. I released the head of your cock with a pop and then went back down, this time trying to take as much of you in my mouth as I possibly could. 

As I slid your cock out of my mouth, I let my tongue lick the underside of your shaft like you were a popsicle, paying special attention to the space just under the head of your cock. When I reached the head I began a steady pace of sucking in the first couple of inches, laving every spot that was in my mouth with my tongue. The base of your shaft I used my hand to stroke and twist, making sure that every inch of your cock was being touched by hand or mouth. 

I could feel you thicken up even more underneath my ministrations and loved the fact I could make you groan. I was prepared to have you cum in my mouth, wanting to taste you, when you stopped me from what I was doing. You grabbed my arms and drew me up to stand next to you. We moved around to the side of the armchair and you turned me around so my back was to you. 

You pushed me over the arm of the chair and I could feel you behind me, your cock in hand pushing against me, pushing into me. With your head just barely inside my pussy, you released your cock and placed your hands on my shoulders and pulled me back and pushed in at the same time. A groan ripped out of me at the sensation of you this deep in me. 

You stayed still for just a moment, getting both of us used to the feeling of your cock in me. I wiggled my backside against you and that unleashed you. With your hands on my shoulders you pulled out and thrust hard and fast into me, pounding my body into the armchair, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes to touch the floor. 

In this position I could feel every square inch of you inside me; you would pull nearly all the way out and thrust in until I could feel your pubic hair against my backside. I had never felt anyone so deep inside me. I was going to savor this experience so I reached down my hand past my stomach and used my fingers to rub my clit. In doing so I could feel you slide in and out of me, your cock slick with my wetness. I circled furiously determined to cum around your cock, wanting to feel my pussy clamp around you. 

As we continued this frantic pace I could feel your finger touch my asshole, just resting there at first. You wiggled it in just a little bit and stopped waiting to gauge my response. With my fingers on my clit, you in my pussy and your finger working it's way in my ass, I was in heaven and moaned loudly my approval. I wiggled my ass, pushing back against you. You worked your finger in a little bit more and continued to slowly bury your finger in my ass. 

In my mind I was mentally taking a note, 'next time house is mine for the evening, have a toy handy'. More than anything I wanted all my holes filled, whether it be cock, toy or fingers. My partner for this evening was doing his best to accommodate me in this situation, filling two out of three, without even being aware of this desire. 

I was on fire and ready to combust. My fingers were running over my wet clit, your cock buried deep inside my pussy thrusting for all its worth, and your finger buried inside my ass. 

Everything was working to arouse me to new heights and I couldn't hold on for much longer. I muffled a scream against the seat of the armchair and felt an orgasm rip through me. I heard him grunt and he must have felt my pussy muscles beginning to clamp around him, holding him in me. I could barely feel his finger in me, so lost in the sensations going on around me. 

I felt him grip my waist and thrust in hard and fast and groan out his release. He pushed himself in deep and then thrust once, twice and a third time and then collapsed on top of me. The only sounds in the room were us breathing, coming down from this great high. My legs were trembling and I could barely hold myself up. 

My partner stood up and started to pull himself out of me. I whimpered at the sense of loss. I turned my head to the side and could see him standing there, his cock now mostly flaccid and now glistening with his cum and my juices. I reached over and bent my head to lick him cleaning, wanting to taste him, and loving the combined taste of us. When I released his cock, he pulled up his pants and I attempted to stand up on wobbly legs. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, almost in thanks for what took place. And with that he walked out the door. 

We never spoke a word to each other; I didn't even know his name. But you can sure bet I looked for him in the neighborhood walks I took, hoping that this time he would be the one masturbating in his living room armchair, and I would get to be the neighborhood voyeur, making a fantasy come true. 



Come on Jack



CHAPTER 1

Jack's stomach rumbled hungrily as he stopped the convertible outside the kitchen door and hit the up button for the hood. He'd skipped lunch. And now he faced the empty house alone for the first time.

It had been his first day back at work since the funeral and now this: the empty house. Several people had wanted to take him out for lunch but he'd been in no mood to talk about the inevitable so had skipped lunch.

Silly boy she would have said.

He sighed, climbed out and locked the door. Remembering his attaché case he unlocked the car to retrieve it and standing on the porch squared his shoulders and opened the door.

Jack was met by something beyond his wildest dreams. His sister Peg was waiting for him, smiling, completely nude. Her tits had a permissible level of droop for her age, there was a stomach roll and the thighs were thick and the legs a little too short. Nevertheless it was a glorious sight. For twenty years he'd thought about the bodies of his two sisters-in-law.

Peg held out a hand and pulled him inside. As he closed the door she dropped to her knees, unzipped him and found him ready to be licked and mouthed.

Her Mona Lisa-like smile made his heart cry.

No way would Gloria have wanted this to happen. But she wasn't here, was she?

For a moment Jack almost pulled away but then thought he wanted this. So he pushed forward and ran a hand through Peg's brunette hair, not that there was much to run through because she wore it cropped. His dick felt like coming home as her mouth closed over it, ever so delicately. Peg was the quiet sister so he'd expect delicacy from her.

Eventually Peg's compassionate gesture neared the close, or so he thought. She felt him super-heat and thicken and popping him from her mouth streamed his production over her tits.

He really liked seeing her coat her chest like that. It seemed incongruous though, what with Gloria buried with surgical scars on her cancerous chest. He shook his head and that image evaporated thank god.

Amazingly Peg wasn't finished. She rose and led him into the family room and lay back on the sofa, legs apart, smiling, and said, "Fuck me darling."

This was so unlike Peg. Almost always she was so proper. He was also unable to understand how she could think this would be beneficial for him. 

She didn't shave; in fact she didn't even trim. But no problem. The easy aim was at the moist center patch and he slid into her smoothly and felt her clamp around him. It was almost funny to think that he'd always regarded Peg as an unlikely fuck...she'd be too small, too tight and therefore complaining.

But she was great, a sheath made exactly for his cock. Well he had read several times that the vagina was designed to shape to fit but he recalled during his college days he'd come across several that appeared overly small and inflexible. Perhaps the increased activity at college stretched them into maturity?

Peg was kissing his face and cooing as he drove into her, quite the perfect fuck. He hoped he wouldn't be expected to hit this pace throughout the night. Then she gazed at him big-eyed and convulsed several times, groaned and smiled at him hugely, that very action unleashing him into a series of huge ejaculations.

Holy shit!

He hadn't come quite like that in years.

"I love your huge boner up me, filling me like this. It makes me feel so complete."

"You deserve it, being so hospitable," Jack grinned and for the first time kissed her fully on the mouth and tongued her. She responded passionately.

When they eased back she said, "Come let's share a bath while having a drink. Everything is ready. Then I'll have dinner and then must go."

"No more fucks?" Jack asked rather premeditating what the answer would be.

She stroked his face. "No more, ever. This was my compassionate gift to you Jack. I've always thought you were such a lovely man and I love you, though as a sister."

They kissed circumspectly as Peg was about to enter the cab. She had refused Jack's offer to drive her.

That night in bed, ready for sleep, Jack suddenly realized the legacy of Peg's gift. He was thinking about her and sex instead of Gloria and her cold grave.

He wept. He wasn't sure why. He still felt the grief deeply but perhaps not as deeply up to the point of arriving home that evening Wasn't Peg a real honey?

Peg's sexy younger sister Marin called him at work next day and invited him around for dinner.

"I'll be home alone. Roger will have taken the kids to Albion to an outdoor concert."

He said that would be lovely and was told to drop around as soon as he finished work.

Marin was beautiful and bubbled, a real personality. She didn't greet him nude but wore a housecoat and as far as Jack could make out wore nothing else except scuffs. And when she sat and the opening folded back exposing thigh she made no attempt to pull it closed. So another fuck loomed if he wanted it.

After two drinks they fucked, Marin taking the lead. She came over and sat beside him, kissed him and unzipped him. And when she had him out and fully erect she asked sweetly, "Would you care to fuck me Jack?"

Well it would be impolite to refuse, not that he was that sort of guy. So he smiled and said yes.

Marin hitched up her gown and sat on him, facing away and rode him for almost an hour of weary repetition until they were both red-faced and sweating and came almost simultaneously. Sexy it wasn't. At one stage Jack thought it was akin to pushing into a sack of flour.

Without excusing herself Marin went off and showered and then was busy in the kitchen until she called him into the dining room. She'd left Jack to clean himself up and hadn't offered him another drink. 

Conversation over dinner was friendly and warm but Jack had the feeling this was all about Marin feeling she had to do her duty.

He left early, giving her a chaste kiss good night and all she said was, "You're welcome," when he thanked her again for her hospitality.

In bed he thought about the woman he'd always considered as the unsexy sister, Peg. Being with her had been a wondrous, uplifting experience. She loved him, in a sisterly way. He now thought Marin didn't even like him.

Women!

Jack had two married daughters and the youngest Gayle came over to stay with him that first weekend alone. She was the best of the two to have so soon because Elaine was the emotional one. Gayle talked calmly about her mother as if she were out in the garden. For instance, "What do you and mom usually do at weekends?" She used present tense.

"Potter Saturday and the mall for shopping and lunch Sunday."

"Is that what you'd like to do with me or do you want change?"

"The mall for lunch Sunday is okay but tomorrow could we go to the CBD and visit galleries and lunch at the museum. I liked doing that but Gloria preferred to stay home and potter."

"Yes of course. Now about sex... is there another woman in your life?"

"No, just friends."

Gayle held out her glass for another Martini. "You are surrounded by women at your business."

"Correct."

"But... well what about your PA?"

"What about her?"

"God you're thick... can you have sex with her?"

"She's married."

"But you can still have sex with her. I have sex with other men, usually at parties."

"Do you?"

"Of course I do. Don't all married women?"

"I wouldn't think so."

"Wrong dad. You are rather out of touch. May I sleep with you tonight?"

"If you want to. Your old bed might be more comfortable."

When they settled down in bed Gayle thrust something into Jack's hand.

"What's this for?"

"I'd like you to fuck me dad, but in the ass. Bill is trying to get me pregnant."

Gayle had to spend quite some time tuning Jack into her wavelength and after they had worked up a bit of passion and he was slowly inching it in he said, "I never thought I would be fucking my own daughter."

"Technically I think it has to be up the front to be really called fucking dad but it's a great substitute. For years I thought about you being up my ass."

At that Jack almost lost his boner but Gayle was on to him and massaged his balls.

Gayle groaned and yelled and used the foulest of language and she obviously loved it and that perked up Jack, washing away most of his guilt. They had a great weekend together, actually the best they'd ever had and they went at it eight times. But the real bonus of having Gayle sleep with him was she hugged him for much of the night.

After lunch Jack phoned Elaine and put her on speaker phone. With pleasantries over Jack said, "Girls, you know your mother left everything to me and her car went back because it was leased by the company?"

"Yes but that's okay," Elaine said. "Gayle and I are to split her personal possessions. We'd like to do that next weekend dad and suggest you go away fishing."

"Ah yes, good idea. Take anything you wish that you consider joint property, I won't mind but please leave me that oil painting of your mother."

Gayle said, "We had already decided to do that dad." 

"Thank you. I am talking to you both now to advise something your mother and I discussed during her final days. We want to give you each $750,000 now while you're young and can enjoy it rather than wait until I pass on."

The two girls screamed in delight. Elaine laughed and suggested he top it up to a million each and Gayle kissed him and said, "Oh thank you daddy, that really is a great deal of money." 

Next day at his home fencing business, Jack focused on his PA's tits as she entered his office. Usually he looked at her hair. Pamela Ross appeared to thrust out her breasts. Jack hurriedly looked away and Pamela said, "It's okay Jack, look at them as much as you wish. Are you lonely?"

"Um, I don't think so."

"Well let's have a wee chat when you think you are?"

He nodded, confused, but even so thinking he knew what that was about. God, Gayle must be right: all married women did it with other men, strangers passing in the night so to speak. Or perhaps they weren't all strangers but included fathers, grandfathers, brothers, brothers and the lawnmower guy?

Jack asked Pamela to book him a suite at Huntingham Lodge that weekend, arriving in time for dinner and leaving after lunch Sunday.

Pamela said, "I don't fish but I must stay there and start. Would you teach me to fly fish?"

Jack visualized Pamela clothed only to the waist casting and he standing behind and feeding into her through the split tail of her hunting jacket and she pushing back on to him and saying that was lovely and meaty. But that would involve contemptuous disregard of the art of fly-fishing.

"Perhaps one day and your husband too."

She looked at him with a lip slightly curled.

Jack didn't want her to feel rejected and so he added, "Or perhaps one of those naughty weekends?"

The lips assembled into a fat smile.

CHAPTER 2

Jack had stayed at the lodge at least twice a year for twenty years so was known to the establishment. He was greeted extra kindly and by the soft look in the eyes of the women staff he knew they knew. Pamela would have told them.

The imposing Scottish guide and tutor Fiona Donald came up to the table under the veranda where he was having coffee. Jack was tall but when he stood he knew they'd be at similar height.

"My condolences Jack."

"That you Fiona."

"I have no bookings this evening. Would you like company to catch the evening rise?"

"I'd be delighted Fiona."

This was so unusual; she never fraternized, keeping true to the ancient customs expected of a professional angler. Jack watched the steady ass of the very athletic divorcee walk away, knowing she also played tennis formidably and was on a handicap of two at golf and probably still held the local gun club record scores in the 500, 800 and 1000 yard distances – that is for both men and the few females who shot those longer distances. 

* * *

The first chills of autumn had arrived a week ago, Fiona said as they left the lodge that was almost 2500 ft above sea level.

"It's perfection, almost like no other experience, fishing the rise on a still evening, a little nip in the air," Jack said.

"Expressed perfectly Jack. It will be good for your spirit."

That would be true. Jack was still guilty about having his shaft up his daughter's ass. Gloria would have vomited had she found out. How could he have been so base? Just because his daughter was prepared to corrupted herself for him it didn't mean he'd had to take what had been offered. Where was his morality, his leadership and continuation of his duty as a good parent?

The big pool they were about to share was presently lifeless. It was a little early.

"Fiona, I have something churning in my head I would like to tell you about."

"Shoot Jack."

"It will disgust you and leave you no longer wishing to be friendly toward me."

"Spill it Jack. It may make you feel better telling someone."

"But why tell you I have no idea," Jack said.

Fiona listened quietly as Jack recalled that weekend with Gayle.

He finished and she said nothing, standing relaxed.

"Well, aren't you going to walk away?"

"I'm here to fish in your company Jack because I believe it will be therapeutic for you."

There was a splash out in the pool."

"Thar she blows Jack. Go catch her."

:"But aren't you disgusted?"

"Not in the context in which you presented it Jack. All I can say it makes you appear an even more interesting person to me."

They ate very late in Fiona's cabin. She went away and returned with one of the trout Jack had caught, freshly smoked by the chef.

Fiona produced a bottle of French Chablis and they had a simple but exquisite meal of trout, simmered carrots, mashed potatoes and minted peas. The tastes rifled through Jack's mouth.

He left an hour later. Fiona said she'd enjoyed his company. She had bookings early morning, at midday and at evening but they could play nine holes of golf in the afternoon if he'd like that.

"I'd like that. May I kiss you goodnight Fiona?"

"I was hoping you would."

In bed Jack sighed thinking it was unlikely Fiona would have sex with him because there had been no indication her thoughts were in that direction. During dinner he'd found she was forty-six, exactly his age. He would have thought she was forty-two or three. She had a son at university who lived with his father and had told him Gavin had preferred his father to her.

All very interesting.

They played golf next afternoon and Jack lost by one shot after adjustment of the nine shots she had to give him, being the difference in their handicaps. She'd been beautiful to watch. The day ended well with them dining in the restaurant, taking a two-person table. Jack had never seen Fiona dine away from the staff table before.

She even appeared beside his car to say goodbye early Sunday afternoon.

"This is a lovely vehicle."

"It's my joy."

"I'd like a ride in it sometime. I adore convertibles."

"Look, here's my card," Jack said. "Come and see me sometime, even stay with me if you wish."

"What would the neighbors think?"

"What neighbors?" he laughed. "They'd be behind shades watching TV."

"You may kiss me out here in the open. It's okay."

They kissed, leisurely and he drove off, hood down and waving. 

On the freeway Jack became sad, thinking Fiona had been simply acting pleasantly to him and a little warmer than usual because of his bereavement. She was a sensitive person. But he'd blown it by telling her about his weekend with Gayle, as she would despise him, but lie to herself that she didn't.

Actually he was now feeling a lot better about that weekend. It had helped baring his conscience to someone he respected. He thought he should stop thinking about it. He could never have sex with Gayle again. Never.

On Thursday afternoon Jack was potentially up to his ears in sex. Peg called and said she'd changed her mind about never having sex with him again because it wasn't fair to Jack who needed a woman from time to time. He choked and said it was okay, there were other women. Peg said well he only had to give her a call and whoopee. Gayle had called saying she could stay the weekend if he wanted. Throughout the day his PA Pamela had been acting as if she were on heat. Jack half-thought he could smell pussy juice. Twice she'd touched her breast while talking to him, making no effort to hide her caress if that was what it was. Then one of his wife's friends Melanie Brooks called to invite him to a movie and dinner but he thought no, she was a bit of a big mouth and was married. She'd probably tell her friends. And then Pamela returned and intoned, "A Miss Fiona Donald is here to see you. She gave me your card so I assume her claim she is a close friend is true?"

"Yes, show her in please Pamela and two coffees would be lovely."

* * *

The evening after Jack returned home from the lodge Fiona had thrown the vibrator across the room, hugely frustrated. It had been a mistake to consort with Jack Ashley. Her mind was switched on to having sex with him. She'd given him no encouragement and he'd behaved like a gentleman, if you could call a guy who rammed it into his daughter's ass a gentleman. 

Ivan the chef had slept with her on Sunday night as usual, but she hadn't gotten away and almost had called his efforts boring. He continued on manfully, really sweating, so she'd faked it, something she hadn't done for a very long time. She knew she had to go to Jack, not only for sex but because she wanted to be with him. He looked tragic, a lost soul and she knew her growing attraction to him went much deeper than that. That finding had been so unexpected.

* * *

"Oh hi," Fiona said, going to the chair in front of the desk because his assistant was still in the room and Jack might not like being kissed in his office in front of staff. God it appeared to be a large enterprise.

"Coffee ma'am?" asked the assistant.

"Lovely thank you."

When Pamela left closing the door Jack raced around the desk and kissed Fiona and patted her ass deliciously, not that he knew she's thought that.

Jack sat down facing her.

"I-I was just passing so popped in."

"With a packed bag I hope?"

Fiona rarely colored but she did now. God, she'd found a replacement guy at last.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked looked at her expression.

"Yes, it's just enlightenment," she said vaguely.

He was firm. "You will stay with me?"

"Yes." 

There it was done.

Pamela entered and handed over the coffee. Like Jack, Fiona took it black.

"Fiona this is my gifted PA Pamela Ross. Pamela I'd like you to meet Fiona Donald, a long time friend who'll be staying with me a few days."

Fiona turned pink; Pamela turned white.

"I'm pleased to meet you Mrs Donald."

"Hi Fiona, being divorced I actually call myself Miss but please call me Fiona."

"You are Scottish?"

"Very much so."

"My mother is a Leslie from north of Aberdeen."

"Oh yes, lovely country. My own family have lived in Edinburgh for generations."

"I must tell my mother I met you. You have such a lovely soft accent."

"My father is a professor of music and trained me to speak with just a lilt, not that was difficult being raised in a multicultural academic environment. I emigrated here eight years ago to escape my husband who'd turned nasty. Military service in the Middle East did something to him."

"Oh how tragic. Well it was lovely meeting you." 

As soon as they finished coffee Jack gave Pamela some things to do for him, saying he'd be gone for the remainder of the day and would finish up at 12:30 the next day. He then briefed his vice-president and walked with Fiona down to reception to collect her bag and they went out to the car.

"You drive."

"Not just now thank you."




Come on Jack



"Top up or down?"

"Down please, to hell with my hair."

As they turned into the driveway Fiona said, "This is a glorious looking home. It is rude to ask this but are you wealthy?"

"Yes, but it wasn't rude. You need to learn more about me."

"Thank you. I can't understand why your plant is so large and is not in the city where people are?"

"We have a foundry so are in an industrial area zoned for noxious industries. We have no competitors in the city who make decorative aluminum fencing as we do and for some years our type of fencing has been in huge demand. We also supply fencing contractors in other towns and cities in this region."

They entered the house and Jack said, "I'll take you up to your room and then show you around."

"I'd like to sleep with you."

Jack and Fiona gazed at one another unflinchingly and he said, "Are you sure?" and was told it wasn't necessary to ask. Her eyes sparkled at his easy laugh. He put down her bag and his attaché case and held out his arms, and she whimpered slightly and rushed into them.

"I can't get you out of my mind," Fiona gushed. "Day and night in recent days I've been thinking about you. It's incredible that at last I have met a man I can think this way about. All those other times when we saw one another at the lodge I knew you had a wife so my desire didn't fire."

"I didn't think it would ever fire after being in your company at the weekend."

Fiona sniffed and smiled. "I forced myself to take it slowly, to be really sure I wanted to go to bed with you."

"And beyond bed as well?"

"You are forcing me to say yes; my answer is yes."

"I'd like it to go beyond sex," Jack said gravely, "but let's not overlook the sex."

They kissed.

Minutes later they entered the master bedroom and Fiona said, "This is very lovely. But apart from that beautiful painting I see no evidence of your wife."

"That was the arrangement. I went to the lodge last Friday afternoon and my two married daughters removed all of my late wife's things to share or give away or trash." 

"But not the painting."

"No, I commissioned that at the time of our first wedding anniversary. Gloria scolded me saying she'd earmarked all that money to fit out a nursery and that was the first I knew she was pregnant. So I worked harder and longer, moving to the fencing business where I rose to become operations manager and then five years later went heavily into debt to buy out the retiring owners, two brothers. But enough of that. Do you wish to show me your body?"

"Oh yes, and to see yours. You may undress me right now. Take as long as you like and do whatever you like.

Jack hesitated and Fiona took his hand and placing it on her left breast said, "Come on Jack." From that moment there was no holding Jack back. Her kissed Fiona deeply while working fingers to feel her nipple and when he felt it had risen to become rubbery hard he casually moved that same hand down her back and under the start of the low back of her dress. Placing his thumb on the bra band and the next two fingers on the other side of the sole clasp he pressed his thumb towards his fingers and the hook sprang free of the eye.

Fiona made no comment about his expertise, presumably thinking the fast no-fuss opening had been a fluke.

Down went the zip and off her shoulders came her dress, spilling over her breasts. This time she did notice.

"Ohmigod, you can undress me faster than I can."

"There's no rush," he said, kissing her and then pushing down her bra. "I just need to get to these puppies."

"Puppies?"

"My pet name for them ever since my late teens."

She chuckled.

He felt good and bent down to lick them.

She felt good and sighed.

Soon she'd become interested in what he was doing and had both hands around a boob and acting as if she wanted it all down his throat. 

Jack knew that was taking them nowhere so diverted her, saying to grab his dick. Her hand went to it with the speed of a bullet, or so he fanaticized. He groaned softly to informed her that's where her attention should be.

While Jack removed her bra completely and muzzled between her orbs and stroked the incredibly soft flesh with signs of ancestral freckles inherited via genes, Fiona had unzipped him and dipped her hand in expertly under his briefs and had it out where she could see it. Jack refrained from saying she could get it out as quickly as he could, thinking she might mistakenly think he was implying she was a slut. Guys believe all women should have developed it as a skill before they reach twenty. Incredibly some women break the rhythm of seduction and wait for their guy to pull it out for them.

"I-I might need to shower," Fiona said querulously and responsibly.

"No way. I like the smell of pussy."

"Oh god," Fiona said, slamming herself against Jack and kissing him passionately and that set them both off.

Jack had intended taking an hour a more, slowly completing the undressing, indicating fellatio would be welcomed and then and then returning the compliment the male way and then sliding into the first fuck, slowly and languidly.

But something came up.

"Ohmigod, Ohmigod," Fiona wailed. "I really want it. If I don't get it I fear I'll explode."

Well Jack knew the unwritten Number 1 rule of sex for guys was never allow a woman to explode without a dick in her. He grabbed her panties in two hands, ripped them apart without hurting her and pushed her over the end of the bed and slid Big Guy in. 

Entry was slick and smooth. He still had his pants on and belted up but that didn't matter.

"Oh darling, how on earth do you know how to be so lovely to me," she cooed.

What? Was she serious?

Fiona was soon working him up to a beautifully paced rhythm and Jack knew he had in his arms a woman who not only knew how to fuck but also liked to fuck. He came within an ace of premature ejaculation but froze his mind for ten seconds and then relaxed, crisis over.

"Are you protected?" he puffed.

"Yes."

"Was I supposed to wear a condom?"

"Give me a STD and I will have lost faith in you."

He dribbled into her mouth and said, "You're safe with me Fiona. You have a delightful cunt."

"Ohmigod," she said, her face contorting and she jerked repeatedly, triggering Jack into flooding her depths, or so it felt.

"Oooh. You've cum," she cooed. "I don't mind early ones. It's only a pain when a guy can't cum."

"You won't have that problem with me," Jack said, blinking to get a return to normal vision. He pulled out with a squelchy plop and watched fluids begin to exit.

"Well will you look at that," he said proudly.

"Ohmigod, pull me up, I want to see."

They were acting like a couple of teens having their first fuck but neither of them minded.

"You were so good and treated me so beautifully Jack. You may have sex me any time you wish, within reason."

"Are you prepared to give up your present life as you know it and come here to live with me?"

"Yes. My contract has five weeks to run. Just be sure about this and I'll not renew it."

Handing Fiona a towel Jack said, "Come and live here. I'll come to love you Fiona, I know I will."

"I share that feeling darling and know it's not only based on rampant emotion. I need someone; you need someone as we appear to be a splendid fit. Let's take this slowly, one step at a time. Will you come and stay in my cabin at the lodge at weekends until I work out my contract? I have to seek permission but can see it being refused."

"Yes please. Fly fishing and sex and being in your company sound like perfect weekends to me."

THE END



Come On Me



Sometimes I wonder if other people have strange but ultimately harmless things that turn them on. I mean, we all have the things that we like to have done to us, things that get us hot. It seems for guys that pretty much all you have to do is look at them and they get rock hard.

For us girls, though, it's not quite the same. I know, I know, it's cliche to talk about the differences between boys and girls like that, but there are differences even among women. I like sex as much as the next girl (believe me, I do!), but what gets me completely and totally dripping wet is not what I think other girls find intense.

I have one girlfriend who loves to give blowjobs. From what I understand, although I get most of my testimony from her, she's really good at it. She gets an oral fixation to suck some guy off and has been known to have it so overpowering that she's grabbed some guy at a party that she's not even been introduced to and drag him off into the bathroom to suck him off.

Dangerous? Yeah. Stupid? Quite possibly. But she tells me that maybe because it's dangerous and stupid that she gets off on it so much. She says she can come just from sucking some strange guy off in the bathroom of a party, by feeling him pulse in her mouth.

I think my own fixation - if you can call it that - is probably her fault. I mean, I like sucking dick as much as the next girl (and in some cases next to her I am the next girl, but that's a story for another time), but I've never been able to come that way. Every once in a while I feel an urge, a craving, to suck, but that's not the first thing I think of.

I guess you could say I have a manual fixation. I mean, I love the feeling of a guy's throbbing cock in my hands. I love feeling the veins pulse and the tissue swell with blood in the palm of my hand. Just thinking about a hard cock in my hands always gets me soaked.

It was all Jesse's fault, of course. Her libido is off the charts. I mean, mine is pretty high to begin with but Jesse makes me look like a wait-until-marriage virgin.

She came up to me at a party with a sly grin on her face. The music was too loud, and the people were too drunk.

"What?" I asked, noticing the look on her face. She had a cat-got-the-canary look, and was mighty pleased with herself.

She giggled, and leaned in close. What should have been a whisper needed to be a scream to be heard over the noise. "I did it again!"

"Did what again?" I asked, confused. Up until that point in time she had only done the stranger-grab once, and it was a few months prior, so I honestly wasn't expecting it.

"See that guy over there?" she said, and then pointed across the length of the house to a tall, blonde looking guy, slightly geeky but still cute.

"Yeah," I shouted back.

"He just came in my mouth," she said. Always the one for shock value, Jesse sure knew how to get to the point.

It worked. I was shocked. "What?" I shouted, my eyes wide in surprise. "He did what?"

She laughed so hard at my reaction she almost spilled her fresh beer. "I had, you know, a craving," she said, one finger curved across her lips in a weak attempt to looking coy. "So I grabbed the nearest guy that I liked. He was it."

"Who is he?" I shouted. She didn't quite hear me. "What's his name?" I clarified.

She shrugged. "Who the fuck knows?" and laughed. "C'mon, let's go get a beer!"

As we went towards the backyard where the keg was, we passed her blonde victim. He didn't seem too victimized, of course, and I think there probably would have been no shortage of volunteers for victimhood for Jesse's talents. She was, after all, cute, short, with a big rack. She wasn't skinny, but she oozed sexual confidence that guys like.

She was holding my arm as we went towards the keg, and I tossed out the rest of my beer, which had become flat anyway. As I reached for the nozzle of the keg, I noticed Jesse making a gesture and I looked at her. She started making sucking motions on her index finger, still pleased with herself. I nearly overfilled the cup.

"I can't believe you," I said, but I could believe her. In fact there was a part of me that was envious that she could be so brazen, and I couldn't. My mind started filling up with the mental image of her grabbing the hand of the blonde boy and pulling the surprised guy off into the bathroom.

The rest of the night was a blur. Jesse continued to make comments and fill in some of the gaps for me, though my imagination ran away with the thought of it as I replayed the scene in my mind over and over again.

By the time I got home I was drenched. I could feel my thong cutting into my web pussy folds with each stride and I just had to get undressed. I was drunk, horny, and my fingers started their familiar dance around my clit and inside my pussy.

My mind placed me in Jesse's story, grabbing the blonde guy by the hand and pulling him into the bathroom. Maybe it was because I was drunk, or maybe it's because my mind just works in strange ways, but I kept switching between different parts of the story.

The part that seemed to excite me the most was not blowing the guy, but the first part, the part leading up to the sex. I kept going back to the very first part where I grab some surprised guy who's never seen me before.

The vision cuts back to what I'm thinking I'm about to do as I lead him to the back. Taking him out, sucking on him, then cuts back to grabbing his hand again. My mind goes completely nonlinear until I'm sucking him, stroking him, fucking him, grabbing his hand for the first time and taking him back. It's not making any sense but I'm loving it. It's different types of sex all at the same time.

The visions settle into a pattern, though, and the anticipation of sex becomes the true turn-on in the fantasy. As I take his hand and lead him back, my fantasy pussy gets wetter with each step. I can almost feel his cock in my hand, unzipping him, pulling him out, watching it emerge from the top of his underwear. I replay this one image over and over in my mind as my fingers slide across my wet pussy lips.

I've got his cock in my hand, my other hand cupping his balls. I'm stroking him off, getting ready to put him in my mouth. Over and over again my mind's eye replays me reaching into his underwear to take out his throbbing cock.

I'm stroking him, stroking him. I get on my knees and am about to put him in my mouth when my orgasm hits me. Hard. I practically scream and instinctively put my hand over my mouth. It's my hand that's covered in my own juices and I suck hard on my knuckles, licking the wetness from them like a woman possessed. It's only after I start my descent from my orgasmic bliss that I am suddenly self-conscious and a little embarrassed, but the feeling passes quickly as an aftershock hits me.

Normally I don't think about sex all that often, and when I went about my days during the week, going to work and doing my own thing, I didn't really have time to dwell upon this latest fantasy. But about Wednesday, Jesse called me and told me about another party on Friday night. Suddenly I was kicked into overdrive, the fantasies coming unbidden. I didn't get any more work done Wednesday afternoon because I was so distracted.

Wednesday and Thursday night as I lay in bed trying to go to sleep I couldn't keep my hands out of my pussy. In some of the fantasies the guy even got to come, but the naughtiness of it, the wanton nature of the act, completely threw me into orgasmic overload. At least, that's what I thought it was.

Friday came, and I wasn't planning anything. I mean, I'm generally the low-key person, and really quite shy. My sex drive is probably a little higher than most women, if you go by some of the guys I've dated, but I'm definitely not an initiator. I like to be pursued.

Jesse came and picked me up at my place. "Wow," she said. "You look hot!"

Her comment came as somewhat of a surprise. I hadn't tried to do anything different. "What do you mean?" I asked, but feeling somewhat pleased by the compliment.

"Well, you're wearing that miniskirt like I've told you to do. You've got great legs, honey. I'm glad you're showing them off."

I beamed. "Well, to be honest I didn't even really think that much about it. I just put it on tonight," I said, truthfully.

"Uh huh," she said, not believing me.

She started talking about the clothes that she had decided not to wear, and my mind started to wander a little. Had I put on the miniskirt with some sort of subconscious desire to be more sexy? Did this mean something?

"... and I'm going to do that again," Jesse was saying.

"I'm sorry," I said, snapping back to the here and now. "Going to do what?"

"Nikki," she said, a scolding tone in her voice. "What do you mean, 'going to do what?' I'm going to do what I did with that guy last time."

She meant sucking his cock, and I knew that. "The same guy?" I asked. "What if he's not there tonight?"

She shook her head. "Oh, no, not the same guy," she said, matter-of-factly. "It's not a good idea to do the same guy more than once. They'll think you like them or something. All I want is his cock."

She looked at me with a wicked smile. I laughed. "You're so bad," I said, grinning, but I was feeling envious too. My fantasies from earlier in the week started running in my head like a TV in the background.

"Well," she said, her eyes turning back to the road. "I've had this wicked oral fixation for days now. It's been driving me crazy!"

I knew what she meant, and almost told her that. I wasn't ready to let her in on my little fantasy quite yet, so I didn't say anything. She's my best friend, though, so I knew at some point it was going to come out.

We arrived at the party and immediately went to grab something to drink. Jesse was driving, so she was using the beer more for show. A woman with a beer, she liked to say, was a sure way to attract a man.

"They think you've already got your defenses down," she'd told me, conspiratorially. The spider and the fly.

Beer in hand, Jesse was already looking for her mark, and I was completely absorbed in my own fantasy. I was really regretting wearing the miniskirt because I knew that my pussy was sopping through my thong and it felt as if liquid was running down the inside of my thighs and that everyone could already tell.

What was worse, though, was that I couldn't get the thought of taking some guy's cock out of his pants out of my own head. It wasn't making my situation any better.

Finally, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. "I'll come with you," Jesse said. This was usually the case, but I really wanted to take care of this on my own.

"No," I said, holding out my hand to her and placing it on her arm. "It's okay. I'll only be a second. Let me know if you see anyone... interesting." I gave her a quick squeeze and a smile and turned before she could say anything.

I tried to get to the bathroom as quickly as I could just so I could wipe, er, dry myself off. I finally got there and closed the door and locked it. The lock was broken, though, so I tried the best I could to make it look as if it were occupied.

The great thing about the miniskirt is that it provides incredibly easy access. I pulled up the hem and started wiping my thighs and pussy with a tissue, trying to dry it off. Unfortunately, as soon as the pressure of my fingers hit my pussy, I was electrified and I simply couldn't stop myself.

The cotton fabric of my thong was completely soaked. I felt like a fountain with no off-valve. My fingers dove deep into my pussy and I felt them move inside me, the feeling so addictive I couldn't stop.

But I had to. That door wasn't locked. Anyone could...

The door swung open, and a guy walked in. He was looking down at the floor and didn't see me until he had closed the door behind him and looked up. He was kind of cute, in a geeky sort of way, about average build. The kind of guy that would likely be your best friend, have a crush on you, do everything for you but that you'd never actually feel anything in return.

He was far more startled than I was. Completely flustered, he started trying to reach for the doorhandle behind him, but he couldn't take his eyes off me and my treacherous masturbating hand.

"I.. I'm so..." he gulped. "Sorry," he said quickly, and finally tried to respectfully take his eyes away from my lewd position.

Today's your lucky day, I thought to myself. I took the two steps between us and closed the gap. I pulled his belt and brought him off balance as he took a jolted step forward.

"What..." he began, but I put a wet finger to his lips, shushing him.

I reached down again and started unbuckling his pants, sliding a hand down over his crotch to get him hard. He didn't disappoint.

Apparently he had some more romantic, gentleman notion in his head. "What's your name?" he began, but I put another finger to his lips and shook my head. I did not want him talking. That would ruin everything.

I started pushing my finger into his mouth and he got a clue. He started sucking on my finger with amazing expertise. It was a moment where he could have ruined the fantasy and everything could have gone south, but we'd now passed that moment and the rules had been set.

By the time I had him unbuckled and his jeans unbuttoned, he was rock hard. The contours of his cock filled my palm so nicely through the jeans that I couldn't wait to hold it.

My fingernails traced the top of the elastic of his underwear and he sucked sharply on my finger. Unfortunately, as much as I liked what he was doing, I needed both hands now.

I pulled the underwear away from his body, and reached in with my other hand, feeling carefully for his cockhead. I didn't want to scrape him with my fingernails. I pulled him out and started stroking him. He was a nice size, average, but my small hands fit around him quite comfortably.

I looked down and saw him in my hands, and reached down to cup his balls - just like my fantasy. To my surprise they were smoothly shaven, and felt really nice against my fingertips. Normally the hair is a turnoff for me, so this was a genuine pleasant surprise.

His cock swelled in my hand, and I ran my thumb over the head which had already started leaking his pre-come. I spread it around the head which gave me just a little more lubrication, but to provide just a little more I reached between my own legs and dipped my fingers inside me.

His cock coated with fluid, both mine and his, made stroking him so much nicer for both of us. I pressed my body up to him, my thighs pressing against his. I aimed his cock at my sopping wet pussy and fucked him with my hands. He never actually was close to my pussy but the motion was unmistakable.

I started undulating my hips with each stroke of my hands, and his breathing took a dramatic turn. He was getting close and, remarkably, so was I. I wasn't really touching myself, just moving my hips like I was fucking him, and pressing up against his body.

I had my hands around his cock and balls, squeezing, pulsing, stroking. I placed the head of his cock under my miniskirt for added effect, and it began pushing him over the edge.

"I... I..." he tried to say, but he was completely unable to get the words out. The sense of power over him was an aphrodisiac to me.

"Shhhhh," I whispered softly, and kissed him. His hips started shaking and I felt his cock grow in my hands. I squeezed tighter and then the most amazing thing happened.

I could feel his come erupt through his cock.

But what really shocked me was my own reaction. He must have shot incredibly far, like some porn star. His cock was under my skirt so I couldn't see what happened, but I could feel it. The first shot of his come hit my lower belly - right under the waistband of my skirt. A second shot almost immediately followed straight on my inner thigh. Both were searing hot. The last shot hit my thong patch over my pussy, right on my clit. I felt the impact and the warmth and felt a shudder run through me. My orgasm wasn't the most powerful I'd ever had, but it was an orgasm, and I suddenly realized I was squeezing his cock very tight as I rode through it.

I released him, and kissed him again. He opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my head. "Thank you," I said. "Do me a favor and stand outside the door and make sure no one comes in while I clean up, ok?"

He just nodded, a very shocked look on his face. For a moment, the way he looked at me, I thought he may have believed he was in love.

As he closed the door behind him, I grabbed some tissues. The first thing I did, though, was dive my hand back to my pussy and rub it furiously.

The teaser orgasm had me primed and ready and my fingers found my folds in their familiar patterns. I came harder this time, more fulfilling as I replayed the moments of his come splashing across my pelvis. I replayed all the important bits in my head as I rode my fingers through a quick but wonderful release.

I cleaned up, washed my hands and opened the door. He was there, guarding it and I could tell he wanted to talk to me. I gave him a half smile and his shyness overcame him, and he said nothing. I quickly made my way past him and out of the house into the garden again.

It didn't take long to find Jesse. She was in "prowl" mode, and her eyes had locked onto her next target.

"Goddamn, Nikki," she said to me, though her eyes never left her prey. "You really oughtta try this."

I giggled. "I just did," I said.

She whirled to face me, her eyes wide with shock. "What?" Then her face relaxed as she thought I was kidding. "Oh, you had me going for a second."

The grin creeping up on my face was giving me away. Once again, she did a 180. "Oh my god!" she squealed. "You did!?"

I nodded, then said, "Well, sort of. I jerked off some guy I never saw before in the bathroom."

Her face was unreadable. "Oh, NIkki," she said, pretending to be disappointed in me. "That's not the same thing! You gotta feel him come in your mouth! It's just not the same."

I looked at her coyly, remembering the thrill I felt as his come raced through the veins of his cock in my hands. "It wasn't that far off," I offered.

She squealed again, and put her arm around me, kissing me on the cheek. "I knew there was a reason we were best friends," she said, turning her attention back to her boy.

"Who is he?" I asked.

She shrugged. "No idea," she said, as she put threw her beer out on the grass. "But I'm going to go find out."

She left me and wandered over to the cute boy who, seeing her empty cup, promptly offered to escort her to the keg. They disappeared, and she later told me that she had blown him behind the bushes not ten feet away from the keg as other partiers refilled their cups.

The rest of the night I was mesmerized by the memory of my own boy, completely replaying the intoxicating feeling of his come splashing on my body. I've never been one for that - I've always shied away from things that were messy. But here I was, lying awake in my bed afterwards with my fingers stuffed deep inside my cunt, coming hard every time I imagined the hot come splashing on my belly, thigh, and clit.

Jesse and I became regular partigoers - even more than we had before. She started to get tired of the oral conquests and started trying to actually just find people to talk to. For my part, though, a monster had been unleashed. There were no shortage of men I could find. I didn't let any of them fuck me, and even though I sucked some of them I always made sure that they came somewhere on me.

At first it was just on my hands. Their come would drip down my hands and cool off very quickly. Some of them would shoot a little farther and it would land on the inside of my arm. I was surprised at how sensitive that part of my body could be.




Come. On. Me.



This is for my boyfriend, who asked me to write it after reading my previous stories...

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'Can I cum on your face?'

That was where it all started I think, I was 18 and Greg was my first boyfriend. We had been sleeping together for a few months and it was all 'quite nice', all very so-so. Probably it was a bit like most first relationships between two virgins, you are both pretty clueless. He was a nice enough fellow, a bit arrogant, a bit self-centred. I didn't really know what kind of boyfriend I wanted anyway, so we experimented on one another. 

Anyway, that day we had spent the day in college, we had met up in the Computing Laboratory on a joint project and, as was often the way at that time, had then spent the evening together. Eventually it had been time for him to go back to his room, but instead I had offered to let him stay in my bed with me, I kind of wanted the intimacy and I kind of felt a bit sorry for him walking back in the rain with only a cotton jacket.

It was not a good time for me however, not to have sex, if you know what I mean. And so we had ended up in bed together but not having sex. He was horny as a rutting stag, and I was happy to play along. I took off my top and let him play with my breasts, I sucked his cock for a while and played with his balls, and eventually I held my tits together as he fucked his cock between them while kneeling over me. I was kind of expecting him to cum on my chest like that. And then he came up with his proposal.

'Can I cum on your face?'

Well, I had never said no to anything with him at that point. I had let him cum on my breasts and in my mouth and it was all quite fine, intimate, I had seen a bit of porn and knew to expect it a bit, and frankly I didn't mind the sensation of sperm on my body or in my mouth. I was even happy to swallow it really, it tasted better than oysters or avocado after all.

But did I really want it on my face? Messy? Well I just didn't know.

'OK.' I found myself answering, well why not, it couldn't be that bad, could it.

He moved himself higher until his cock was right over my face, over my nose. I could see he was pretty close cos there was already pre-cum on the end of his cock, and a little dribbled down onto my cheek. It was a bit odd, him right on top of me like this, was I going to back out?

Then he came, a spurt of white liquid shot over my face, landing on my forehead, a little in my hair, then more over my cheek. I opened my mouth and a little dribbled down into my mouth, it was quite warm, sticky, sweet and fine. He was panting and grunting, looking down onto my face. And then I discovered, that actually, I liked it, it really turned me on. I could feel my clit buzzing with excitement, expectancy. 

I loved that sensation of him, kneeling over me, pleasuring himself onto me, I felt a little dirty, a little wanton, but actually really aroused. I even quite liked that look on his face, looking down on me with a look of, what?, satisfaction, distain even perhaps? It was a big contrast to the controlling nice girl image that I gave off the rest of the time, oh yes, I am normally so very in control.

Well you can imagine, once I had let him do it once, he really wanted me to let him do it again. So every time that it wasn't a good time for sex, then that was what he did, and afterwards I would make myself cum and he would watch and really it was all quite great, I think we were both genuinely satisfied.

Except I came to realise that the rest of the time, actually, a 2 1/2 inch cock really does not do it for you, and so a few months, and a few faces covered in cum later, I dumped him. Turned out he was a bit of an arrogant tosser as well.

Well, I suppose I should have known that hell hath no fury like a guy with a little cock spurned. Especially a bit of a geek, who frankly has not got the best of chances with girls. Particularly as the sex ratio on our course was about ten to one. And frankly, I was the only decent looking blond girl on our course, plenty of Asians and Chinese girls, some very pretty, but only one of me.

On my course, there was another competitor for cleverest Non-Asian, and it was Giles. He was very bright and funny but had a bit of tendency to brag and look down on the rest of the class. He was the cleverest; he knew it and the rest of us had to work hard to beat him. Which I did fairly regularly. We were competitors and colleagues but we didn't really get on, were never really friends. 

As you can imagine, I was not that delighted when one evening I was sitting in the lab working out a personal project, he was sitting a couple of desks along from me, and he started a conversation.

'Is it true that you gave Greg blow jobs and then let him cum on your face?'

Just like that, out of the blue, no 'by your leave'. What the hell was he up to? Another tosser, I thought.

'Fuck off Giles.' I retorted, ignoring him and getting back to my work. I was furious with Greg for bragging. 'That guy has a 2 inch cock, and goes bragging about his sexual exploits. What a prat.' An eye for an eye.

'Yeah I thought not, my god that guy is an idiot, I never knew what you were doing with him. And he's only got 2 inches, fuck.' Her replied. 'You were always too good for him. But anytime you fancy a fling Becky, just let me know.'

'In your dreams Giles, in your dreams.'

I was a bit confused now, this was kind of a come on really. Generally Giles went out with the tall pretty Arts students that looked like models. He was a really good looking guy, but had always been pretty spikey with me, not exactly hostile but not like this.

So anyway, I found myself another boyfriend, Daniel, doing Biology and Genetics and he was a real catch, tall blond, hansom, great body. And a really decent sized cock. I tell you, when this fellow entered me the first time, I seriously thought that it would not fit. Very satisfying indeed. And in addition to this he was the nicest guy you could meet. Meek, thoughtful and so eager to do the right thing, gentlemanly in the old fashioned sense. A scholar too, knew science and maths, but philosophy too, played the piano like a pro. I really loved him.

Then we came to the catch, there always has to be one doesn't there. The first thing I could not understand was, he was really not into oral sex, I think it was some kind of religious thing he had going on, but he just thought it was dirty. He didn't want me to suck his cock, unless just as a preparation for fucking, but he really didn't like going down on me.

And the second thing was that when it was the wrong time for sex, he would not touch me. I mean he would kiss me, but even the thought of touching my clit was just an abomination to him. For a week a month, it was as if I was a slug or a spider lying beside him in bed, I could feel him recoiling from my every touch. Weird, annoying and frankly a bit sad.

I think the thing I missed the most though was the blow jobs, sucking him, feeling him in my mouth, tasting his cum, having him lick my clit. And I missed him finishing himself on my face, it was all too nice and clean, I craved a bit of wanton messiness. 

So we had this relationship, on the personal level it was great, I loved being with him, he was fun and clever and charming. Sex was good in a high quality vanilla ice cream sort of a way, really tasty and obviously nice as far as it went, but just a little bit too predictable, too dull. He wasn't into new positions, just liked me on my back, or on top straddling him. Would not consider fucking me from behind when I was kneeling down, said it was too animalistic for him, reminded him of dogs he said. He gave me great orgasms with his fingers, three weeks a month and then suddenly we entered purdah and anything I wanted was down to me and my trusty vibrator.

This continued for the rest of the second term, until we were starting into the third term. I was working with Giles on a group project and it was going pretty well, we had spent the whole weekend working bloody hard, 12 hour days and had done some really good work. I had seen some of the other teams projects and knew that ours was amazing in comparison. It was coming up to midnight on Sunday evening, and we were pretty much done, waiting for some final printouts of the reports and documentation. Ours were the last lights on in the lab, we were the only ones there except for the security guard.

The only thing was: this was at the end of the week off sex, not a kiss had I had for ten days, Daniel the gent was still treating me like a rotting zombie in the bed, unwilling to touch me. And I was going a bit mad for it, I found myself thinking about it, fantasizing about things.

'Hey Giles.' I said, twirling my chair to face him.

'Yeah.' His head popped up from proof reading the final version.

'You remember what you said, back in the first term.' I was a short skirt and a t-shirt, and I slowly raised my knees up, showing him my nice lace knickers that I had bought with Dan a while back.

'Yeah?' He replied, a look of disbelief and confusion on his face.

'Did you mean it then, do you still mean it?' I asked hesitantly, opening my legs a bit to give him a better view.

'Yes, for sure, you know I have always had a bit of a crush on you.' I was surprised at this, and gratified too. 

'Well, I am like a bit going nuts here, for lack of dirty blow jobs and I have this image going round my head of you standing over me cumming on my face.' I could hardly believe that I had told him what I really wanted, too long away from my vibrator I guess. I knew he had a girl friend at this time, and suddenly thought that actually this was really bad, what I was doing. As I did so though, I pulled down my knickers and started touching my clit right there in front of him, legs wide apart.

He just sat there watching, his eyes devouring my hands sliding down and rubbing my clit. Even him just watching was enough to turn me on, and within seconds I could feel my orgasm coming. I just pushed ahead, over whelmed by the pleasure and crazily turned on to have just randomly exposed myself to him like that.

'Wow Becky, well this is different side of you, I didn't see this coming.' He commented.

'Cum on my face.' I instructed him, still fingering my clit, still madly turned on.

I took my skirt off as well, knelt down on the carpeted floor of the lab, slipped my shirt over my head and waited for him wearing just my tasteful white bra. Then considering my position, slipped that off as well, and added it to the pile of clothes, discarded on the desk.

'You are so lovely.' He commented looking down over my whole nude body.

'Shut up and cum on my face.' I repeated, a shard of steel in my voice.

He stood up and walked over to me, circulating round me to see every detail. As he did so, he pulled his cock out of his trousers. It was already pretty hard and a decent enough size.

As he stopped in front of me, I took it with my hands and then moved it deep into my mouth circling it with my tongue.

'Fuck, that is good.' He commented. 

Once he was as hard as I felt was sufficient, I took him out of my mouth. I could already taste some of his cum leaking out, and knew he was ripe for the taking.

'Now.' I spoke, simply.

He stood in front of me, looking down onto my face and started touching himself. One hand round the shaft of his cock, the other playing with his balls, he studied me as I knelt in front of him naked, offering my face to him, mouth a little open. Once I saw a little cum appearing on the slit of his cock, I stopped him for a second and licked it off.

'Now give me the rest.' My finger was busily massaging my clit, and I too could feel the ecstasy coming.

He came seconds later, big globules dripping down onto my nose, eyes and forehead, I had to close my eye a little as it puddled in the eye socket. There was a look of utter pleasure in his face as the last of it ran down onto my breasts. My own orgasm followed immediately, wracking through my body as I let out a little scream.

Once he had finished, he looked away, perhaps a little ashamed, reminding himself that this was all at my instigation.

I slid the remainder of the cum down my face, some into my mouth which I swallowed, some down onto my breasts, rubbing the remainder off onto my t-shirt. I had a feeling of deep satisfaction, completion.

'Giles, just so you know. This was just a thing yeah, there is no tomorrow.' I noted.

'Whatever you say Becky, you are an amazing girl. Like I said before, you know, anytime.'

We both dressed quickly and then parted, uneasy in our new secret.

I could not believe how much it had turned me on, I loved being with Daniel, but throughout the following few weeks, could not help but think back to that evening.

The next month, I did it again. 

I texted him a single word. 'Again?' and he replied. 

'8. My room.'

I went to his room where he sat alone, working at his laptop, and I followed the same script: I stripped nude while he watched me, masturbated in front of him and then made him cum onto my face, scraping and swallowing the remainder of the cum from my face once he was done.

This time there was no shame on my part, or his, I looked him directly in the eyes as he watched me at the end, cleaning myself up.

'Nick and Ed would not believe me if I told them about this.' He commented. They were his best mates and were often seen with him drinking and carousing, chatting up girls. They were nice enough blokes, but not as clever as him, or as good looking. 

'No?' Why?' I asked innocently, as I replaced my clothing.

'Cos you are such nice girl, you are so in control of your life, they wouldn't dare ask you out, and then this.'

'Invite them along next time.' I spoke without thinking. 'Don't think you are unique, you all have cocks you know.'

'What?' He exclaimed.

'You heard.' I replied over my shoulder as I walked out of his room, back to my room where my genuine lover would join me later.



A few weeks later it went like this. 

'Again?' I texted.

'9pm My room.'

'For 3?'

'4?'

'OK'

I walked in and there they sat, looking expectantly at me, none of them were from my course in fact and I was relieved in some ways that I didn't know them. Some had a look of surprise, some desire, some a wolfy look, like they might eat me.

'You don't touch me, you do what I say.' I said to them, meeting each of their eyes individually as they nodded and grunted affirmatively.

I stood in the middle of the room and undressed quickly, discarding jeans, blouse, knickers and bra in a short time. They watched me closely, barely able to believe their luck. My clit was already buzzing with expectation as I sat on the chair in the corner, legs wide open and let them drink up their view of my pussy, I had shaved it in expectation, I knew Dan wouldn't like it, and that added to the thrill. 

Then I started, fingers playing with my clit, my other hand playing with a rock hard nipple. Again I made eye contact with each of them as they watched my display, then I came with a jolt, my head going back and a small scream as my orgasm flooded through my body. I relaxed and thought of my situation, having invited them to come, I had to go through with it, I wanted to in one way but knew that it went against my general feeling of good sense.

'Now it is your turn. Cum on my face.' I demanded, kneeling down on my feet, holding my face horizontal with my mouth open.

They all got their cocks out and a varied collection they were, pink and brown, long and short. They stood around me in a square, all facing inwards, the end of their cocks just inches from each other. The looks on their faces were of amazement, pleasure, embarrassment. Guys didn't see one another erect I guessed, but they would today, they would for me. My hand returned to my clit, pressing and sliding on my wetness.

The first to cum was slightly behind me, his load arriving on my forehead and hair, down my eyebrow. The second was opposite him, his white streamer went flying across my face onto my nose, then a follow up that mainly went into my mouth, warm and salty. The third went onto my chin, then dripped down onto my tits. I never felt the fourth as it coincided with my own orgasm, I screamed out again as they watched, entranced. I can tell you though that the fourth was voluminous for sure, as I was soaked by the end, my face covered in a sheen of cum.

Once again, I used my fingers to clean up the mess, shepherding most into my mouth where I swallowed it all, luxuriating in the depraved feeling from consuming four guys' cum at the same time. They watched on, enjoying every moment.

I dressed, wiped my hair on Giles' towel to remove the majority of the excess, and then left without a word. I winked and grinned at Giles as I left to reassure him that all was well in my head.



I had a problem now. Every time I had sex with Daniel, I went back in my mind to that evening, went over the details of the guys finishing on me, covering me with their seed, the taste of their mixed shots, I found myself looking for them on the campus. A few weeks passed.



'Again?' I texted.

'How many?'

'As many as you can get.'

'Sure?'

'Yes.'

'10pm. Cricket pavilion.'



I walked down the side of the Gym to the cricket pavilion, it was normally dark and disused this time of year. I had a dress on and my hair tied back into a pony tail. My stomach was turning somersaults and I had already had to pee with nervousness.

I walked in through the front door with more confidence than I felt, and looked around the room. There were thirty or forty guys, mostly sporty from the look of them. They were a pretty good looking crowd and they were all looking at me. I presumed that Giles had briefed them on the deal, I certainly wasn't going to talk to them.

I walked over to the centre of the room and then stopped, looked around at them all, challenging them to make eye contact and they mostly did. Some were licking their lips, some grinning, some looked nervous.

I lifted the dress over my head and then swiftly discarded my bra and knickers, once again freshly shaved, in defiance of Daniels instructions that he liked it natural looking. I walked around the room, letting each one of them look at me, study my breasts and pussy. There was more desire in their eyes now.

In the centre of the room was a stool, and I sat on it, legs wide open and played with myself, rubbing my clit as a third of the room studied my pussy. Once I was close, I moved round to give more of them a chance, closer to orgasm, I slowed right down, saving myself for the last show. It was a huge turn on to look out at fifteen blokes all studying me, some looked nervous but most looked lascivious, it suddenly occurred to me that they could easily just get together and fuck me there, taking turns with me.

The thought of it made me cum straight away, screaming out, fingers hammering away at my clit, enjoying every moment of it, sucking in every moment of their attention. As the pleasure drained away, I then realised that my moment had come, this was what I had been dreaming, fantasising about for a while now. I pushed away the stool and kneeled down on the shiny wooden floor, my knees not so comfortable as it had been on the carpets of Giles' room.

'Cum, Cum on my face.' I finally managed to say, the words initially sticking in my throat but then finally coming out load and clear. 'Cum on my face. All of you.' I repeated, more insistently.

Then I sat back on my heels, and relaxed, looking around to see who would be first.

Giles seemed to have appointed himself the sergeant major and nodded across at a group of four guys, they came over looking rather self-conscious. It occurred to me that today I was not the only one on display, they were all performing in some ways.




Come. On. Me.



The four guys arrived in the centre of the room, surrounding me and each of them pulled out their cocks. Again it surprised me how varied they were, big guys with little cocks, small muscly guys with big ones, one guy was having difficulty getting it hard. As the other three started wanking off to get themselves close, I took the soft one in my hands, and them my mouth, sucking it and licking it as well. Very quickly it hardened in my mouth and I luxuriated in his desire, demonstrated so simply by a big hard cock pointing at me.

I put my head back to make my face accessible to all the guys and almost immediately the first guy shot a huge load over my forehead, a second spurt running down my nose. I had to close my right eye as a little had gone into my eye and it was stinging. Then the second shot arrived, straight in my mouth, giving me a taste of sweet gooey cum, then immediately a third on my cheek, the remainder running down onto my chin.

Already there was another four guys queuing up around the outside of the first four, I felt a warm flow onto the back of my head as obviously one of the guys came in my hair, unable to wait for my face. Next a load hit my ear and splatted across my cheek, another on my forehead, running down into my other eye which I also had to close.

I kneeled right back now, with my eyes closed, my head back and the guys arriving one after another. A huge wad landed in my eye socket and then another mouthful followed it, my hair received several shots from guys behind me and then more on my chin and my breasts. My fingers were busy playing with my clit, I was right on the edge, but enjoying the dark wanton moment. 

I cleared the area around my right eye, eating the residue, so that I would be able to see what was going on, and then saw that there was still a huge group of guys all clustered around me, masturbating themselves wildly, with huge erect cocks as they looked onto me, their cum eating sex slave.

As two of them were cumming onto my left and right cheeks simultaneously, I held out my hands to make a bowl, indicating to two others that I wanted them to cum onto my hands. They needed no encouragement and swiftly filled my hands with a deep bowl of thick white liquid. I licked it all off my hands, filling mouth with it and then swallowing it all down. My finger returned to my clit and I immediately came again, another huge wave of pleasure running through me, I had never been aroused like this before.

Within seconds, it all happened very quickly, the guys came on me all at once, five or six of them were clustered around me all the time and I was suddenly under a shower of cum. It was not longer possible to determine where it was hitting me, I could feel it on my face, in my mouth, on my hair and breasts all the time. I had to close my eyes as I was drenched. Some of them must have come back for a second go, cos there were many more than thirty guys that came on me. I made myself cum again as I gloried in my wanton depravity.

Eventually they were done, there was nothing left for them. I cleared my eyes and looked down on myself. My breasts were completely covered, goo dripping from them, my face the same, legs and pussy soaked. I took slid my hands over it collecting huge pools of it and put it in my mouth. Many of the guys were still hanging around watching, touching themselves to enjoy the remains of the show. I revelled in their attention, cleaning up the mess.

I noticed that the floor was covered in a small lake of sperm, I looked up at Giles who was standing there watching, playing with his cock, on his face a look of bemusement. 

I put my face down to the floor and put my tongue down into the puddle, it tasted sweet and salty, but was cooler than when it had been fed straight into my mouth. I sucked it up, licking it all until I had another mouthful and then swallowed it all. As I did so, my finger provided a final orgasm, pummelling my clit into a final moment of pleasure.

Finally I felt satisfaction, this surely was it, I had achieved my goal, I had let forty guys finish on me, had let them use me, and had eaten it all. 

For me that was closure, I never felt the need to repeat the experience. Sometimes when I masturbate, I think back to it, as if in a dream. And always when my husband asks, he knows what I will say.

'What do you want, how shall I finish?'

'Cum on my face.' 



Come On Me



I was amazed at the differences between men, at how long some of them would take, and how quickly some of them were. The ones who only took a couple of minutes were my favorite. By the time I had allowed my libido to prompt me to do something about it I was ready for them to be finished already.

My outfits became skimpier, and I started aiming their cocks at my chest, my neck, and even my face. Their hot come landed on my cool skin and the burn electrified me. After they came, I made them finger me until I came too, becoming more insistent upon being pleasured as well. No one ever fucked me, though I confess some of the more well-endowed men tempted me. But if they fucked me then I couldn't let my imagination run wild, which is what allowed me to come.

Then came the night that made me realize that my fantasies really could come true. Things that had gone on in my head, the dark places that no one ever shares, suddenly became real possibilities.

Jesse still had her moments when she would find a guy or two to blow at the parties. For my own participation, I had a record of jacking off four guys at a night, though not at the same time. I began to wonder what it would feel like to have all four of them at once, though. I began to think that I could come just by having a stream of men jack their cocks off onto my naked body.

My masturbatory fantasies grew wilder and wilder. They really took off when Jesse sent me an email one day with a link to one of those porn sample sites, where they have short ten-second movies. She had known about my handjob fascination for some time, and as a joke she sent me a link to five guys getting jacked off by a girl. They were standing around her, faces completely off camera, nothing but hard cocks being stroked, aimed at her naked body.

She may have meant it as a joke, but I was so turned on I set the final come shot clip on "loop" and frigged my pussy raw watching these guys come all over this girl. One shot landed on her forearm. That had happened to me before, and I could almost feel the burn. My pussy spasmed.

Another rope landed on her cheek. Another from the guy behind her hit her square on the top of the head, then shot onto her back. She held her mouth open like a target, but she didn't look like she wanted it to really go onside. When the next rope came it landed on her lips, and she smiled. 

Bang, bang, bang... She was covered! Sometimes the girls in these videos look surprised when the guys come (something that always confused me - why would you be surprised? How could you not know that was going to be the outcome?). This girl, though, was relishing every moment. Her hand whizzed between her legs as each guy unloaded onto her. Hot come dripped off her face onto her breasts, and a drip of come started to form off of a nipple. 

She raised a hand to start rubbing it all onto her chest when the clip ended, and then started again. Clean girl, come on the forearm, come on the back, come on the lips...

I saved the video. Feeling embarrassed, even though no one ever would see this except for me, I created a special folder deep inside several other folders and placed it there. Over the next week I pulled it out every night and masturbated, imagining I was the girl. I wanted to be that girl. I craved to be that girl.

I was still concerned about my reputation, of course. Jesse had always found parties where we didn't know too many people, because neither one of us wanted to be considered sluts. Of course, we were, but we didn't want people to say that we were! I had no idea how I'd get my fantasy fulfilled. 

I started thinking about going to sex clubs, or even joining a swingers site. I began thinking about whether or not Jesse could figure something out, since she seemed to always have all the angles covered. Plus, I trusted her.

As it turns out, I didn't have to actually do anything special. For all of my planning, it turned out that sometimes things just happen without needing to force them. 

As I got ready for the next party at Jesse's house a few weekends later, Jesse came up behind me. "Damn," she said. "You look sexy. If I were a guy I'd beg for you to hold my cock."

I laughed. "If I were a guy, I'd beg for you to suck my cock." She had painted her lips a dark red, "Harlot" it was called. Not for the first time, I actually did wish that I had a cock so I could watch them surround my hard flesh. 

For fun, and for emphasis, I raised my finger to her harlot-red lips as I said this. Obligingly, she started sucking on my finger. To my surprise, my pussy began to quiver. She was damn good.

"And I'd do it, too," she said, letting my finger draw away from her mouth. I could see a slight redness where the lipstick had come off. She turned away to go finish getting ready and I had a wicked thought come over me, and I put the same finger in my own mouth. 

The night was sexually charged from that moment on. From the moment we got there I was on the hunt, looking for the right specimen. The crowd didn't disappoint, as Jesse usually picked parties where there were a lot of really good looking people. I don't know how she did it.

I found my first target of the evening. He was standing against the wall just watching the crowd with a bemused look on his face. I sauntered up to him, oblivious to the fact that Jesse was watching him at the same time. 

The small talk was dull, boring. I don't even remember what talked about. Driving tests, I think.

I took him into a back room and we started kissing. I pressed my thighs up against him and I felt his cock respond, pressing straight into my mound. I humped his cock for a little while and then dropped my hands to his belt buckle.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" he asked, surprised at my forwardness.

"Why bother," I replied, "when I know what I want?"

"And what do you want," he said with a smirk, his cock lurching free from his underwear and into my hands.

"I want," I moaned, as I felt the heft and girth of his wonderful monster in my hands, "I want you to come all over my face and tits."

A funny look came over his face. "Damn," he said, throatily. "I was hoping you wanted me in your mouth."

"No she doesn't," came a voice from behind us. Jesse stepped closer to us. "I want to put you in my mouth. She wants you to come over her face and tits. Think you can handle both of us, sport?"

I was so stunned I couldn't even manage a smart comeback to the way she called him "sport." For his part, all he could do was nod dumbly.

Jesse came over and looked down at his monster cock in my hands. She looked at me and smiled. "Looks like you have a cock to fuck my mouth with, sweetie."

The ramifications of what she was suggesting came to life in my pussy. I felt my stomach jump into my throat and I smiled back. 

Jesse got to her knees, and opened her mouth. Her painted lips opened to reveal a wet, waiting and willing tongue. I angled his cock (what was his name again?) towards her mouth, and the head slipped just inside. She closed her lips around his cock and I saw his knees buckle slightly. She must have been phenomenal. A crazy thought flashed through my head: maybe she'd teach me someday.

I still had both hands wrapped around his cock and feeding him into Jesse's waiting throat. As I pumped him into her mouth, my fingers came up to her soft lips. The difference between his hot, throbbing cock and the softness of her lips excited me. 

The way I was standing made it difficult on my wrists, so I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around him in a hug, but bringing my hands down to stroke his balls with my left hand and his cock shaft with my right, still feeding him into her mouth. 

Jesse was truly amazing, though. I peeked around this guy's body and watched her take him in effortlessly. Her full lips must have been made for doing this. From my vantage point it wasn't difficult to imagine it was me fucking her mouth with 'my' cock.

Looking for some release, I started pressing my pussy into this guy's ass and found that between my hands in front and my pelvis in back, I had complete control over his cock sliding in and out of Jesse's mouth. I pulled back with my hands and allowed him to remove his cock from her mouth, and was delighted to feel him offer no resistance. He was playing along and willing to let whatever these two hot and horny sluts wanted to do with him. Good boy. 

He wrapped his arms behind him and started groping my back. It was awkward and futile, but it did give me a better ability to see. I took my left hand from his balls and put it on top of Jesse's head. She moaned in assent and I started pushing my hips forward, driving my cock deep into her throat. I watched his cock disappear completely, and lost my cool.

I gripped her hair in my left hand and started fucking my pelvis backwards and forwards, bobbing her head on his cock as if it were my own. I could feel the building pressure between my legs with each thrust. I knew I couldn't come this way but controlling both Jesse and this guy was all the aphrodisiac I needed. 

Jesse had her own hand whisking away at her pussy and was practically screaming around this guy's cock. His thighs started to flex and his hips bucked involuntarily; my experience giving guys hand jobs told me that he was aiming to find the right rhythm to let his orgasm fly. I wished I had an extra hand so that I could continue to squeeze his balls and milk him in tandem with my other hand sliding up his shaft. 

Pulling Jesse's hair I managed to make her deep throat his cock all the way until my fingers were pressed against her lips at the base. I could feel her sucking motion, and wasn't sure if she was trying to get my fingers inside her mouth at the same time. She seemed completely lost in her horniness. I pulled her head away and then made him deep throat him again. His body quivered and his hands pulled me against his back in a desperate attempt to sandwich himself between us.

"I'm gonna..." was all he had a chance to say. I pulled Jesse's head off his cock until her open mouth was resting at the tip and I started stroking him with my hand. Jesse had had her fun now it was my turn.

I love the feeling of a man's come shooting through his shaft as my fingers squeeze him, and I knew that the tighter I squeezed the farther he would shoot. Suddenly I wanted to see this guy rocket his load all over my friend's face. I had started off by wanting him to come over my face and tits, but now I wanted to see Jesse covered instead.

Holding her head steady in place, I whacked this guy off aiming at her face. She held her mouth open, unable to move any closer. I knew she wanted to suck it out of him, but I wanted her slightly frustrated. I had other plans for her. 

I watched her place both hands on this guy's thighs, and clenched her eyes tight and screamed around his cockhead. I could feel the heavy breathing through her nose against my hands, wet with her saliva as they were. She had told me before that she could come just by having a guy in her mouth, but I guess I never really quite believed her. Now, though, I saw it with my own two eyes (and felt the sharp breathing against my hands as she tried to control her breathing with a cock in her mouth).

Jesse's mouth must have done something that sent him over the edge. The guy's knees grew weak and he started bucking his hips as if to try to launch his come out of his body. His entire frame flexed and released in syncopated spasms. Suddenly he relaxed until he was almost limp.

And then he came. His body went rigid, more rigid than any other man I'd ever seen. I squeezed my hand around his cock and aimed for Jesse's mouth. His come shot through his cock so hard I could feel under the skin beneath my fingers. 

I had expected him to come hard and hoped he would come far, but even I was surprised by this stud's distance. The first shot missed her mouth and instead roped above her face, a long trail landing across her lips, nose, forehead, and my fistful of her hair. The sight of Jesse's face getting covered in come flashed me back to the porn site she had sent me. Watching it up close was so much better than the detached view of the video, though. 

Feeling the texture against the back of my fist cleared up any disparity between my fantasies and the reality. The heat of his come shocked my pussy and I rammed him from behind trying to get some pressure there. 

My aim adjusted, I fired his cock into her mouth for the second rope. Jesse actually sighed as it coated her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. She swallowed quickly and then opened her mouth for more. I pulled her head back onto his cock, impaling her throat with his spasming cock. She locked her lips and tongue around his shaft and held him there, and I was reminded of one of her lessons to me about sucking cock. "When a guy comes," she had said, "just hold him in your mouth as deep as you can. It's too sensitive to keep sucking him like before."

Her expertise was classic; she could have given lessons. I quickly moved my hand from the top of her head to his balls, my right hand gripping the base of his cock as I pushed my pussy into his ass. Holding him steady from the back, and with Jesse's mouth locked in from the front, he finished his spasming, emptying himself completely. I glanced up to see his head rocked back and him staring at the ceiling, his breathing slowly calming from the ragged, jerked syncopation from before.

As he relaxed Jesse released him from her mouth and licked her lips. She still had the streak of come from her nose up into her hair, but she didn't bother to wipe it off. I moved around the guy, who was too spent to resist. He just stood next to us as I stepped in front of Jesse's kneeling form. I put my hand back through her hair, feeling his come mix in with my fingers. With my free hand I lifted my miniskirt.

"Eat me," I said. I wanted to watch Jesse's face as she ate me out. This was a new thing for me, but I had gotten to that point where I would have humped a doorknob just to get some release. Jesse's beautiful, sexy face belonged between my legs, looking up at me, and I wanted to come, dammit!

She didn't need to be told twice. Her mouth attacked my pussy with vigor – no time for preliminaries. I was soaked and needed to come. She was my best friend and knew me well enough to know that she needed to go for the kill. 

When her tongue caressed my clit I knew I was not her first. If she was half as good with sucking cock as she was at lapping me up, it's no wonder that guy lost it so quickly. I realized that I could easily become addicted to Jesse's mouth and tongue. 

I watched her face, her eyes closing from time to time and looking directly into my eyes at others. I felt her finger slide inside of my pussy and start a beckoning motion, sliding across my g-spot. Her soft lips, soft cheeks, her feminine hands – all felt so different than a man. I've had men who were good, but Jesse was different. The texture, the feeling was all soft. 

I was a new woman. The lust inside of me had changed me. I looked down at Jesse between my legs and suddenly felt a surge of power, of control. Before, Jesse had been the dominant one, the one in control. I had been the shy sidekick, the follower. 

In one swift moment I realized how things had changed on this night. I had controlled this guy, and I had controlled Jesse. I had fucked her mouth with his cock, and I was fucking her mouth with my pussy now. The realization supercharged me. 

I gripped her hair tighter in my hand and spread my pussy open wider with my other one. She had easier access to my clit now, and found it with talent. She looked at me and I could see a different look in her eyes. At first she seemed curious about the change in me, but now she seemed to be accepting her new role. 

I wanted to exploit this new-found power. "You liked him coming on your face, didn't you?" I said, a rhetorical question but my tone demanded an answer. 

She could only "mm-hmm" her assent. "And now I'm going to come on your face too," I said. She mumbled again.

She closed her eyes again, but I gripped her tighter and pulled her into my pussy to get her attention. "Keep your eyes open," I said. "I want you to watch me come."

With that she sucked hard on my clit and the orgasm came violently. It felt for all the world as if she was sucking my climax out of me. I rode her face viciously, my pussy smearing across her lips and tongue. Vaguely I was aware of a scream that I only peripherally knew was my own.

I looked between my legs to watch her wide eyes staring back at me, her tongue never stopping it's magic. Her fingers inside my body continued their beckoning motion, as if she were calling my orgasm to her. It came, and came and came, answering her call. 

As I came I saw Jesse's eyes grow wide. She moved her hand out from inside me and suddenly I found both of her hands grabbing my ass. Never losing eye contact, she screamed into my pussy as her own orgasm hit her, exactly the same as she had come with the guy in her mouth. For a moment I was a bit worried because it looked as if she had shocked herself by coming, and I wasn't sure that she was okay. 

She never released me, though, and just held on until her own orgasm subsided. Eventually I felt her grip on my ass begin to relax and she pulled away, but I could still feel her deep breaths on my soaked pussy.

She didn't say anything, just took in deep breaths as she tried to regain her composure. She looked at me in a different way than she had before – it was a look of surprise, respect, and more than a little admiration. It was a look that, for the first time in our relationship, she saw us as equals. 

After that time with the guy, who we never saw again, our relationship changed. We had been best friends but now we were true partners in crime, sharing experiences and trying to out-do each other's fantasies. In time our adventures grew more and more outlandish, more risky, and more incredibly hot. These stories deserve their own space, so I'll leave them for another time.

For now, though, I felt completely empowered in my life and couldn't wait to pursue this new side of me. 



Come On Over



"Stupid keys," Kelly muttered. She cradled her sack of groceries in one arm while she fumbled with the key to her apartment. Abruptly, the door swung open, and she stumbled in.

"Hey what the-" she exclaimed, awkwardly regaining her balance.

"Finally! I've been waiting, like, hours!" a voice chimed. Kelly turned to see Danielle grinning as she leaned against the open door.

"Oh, Dani!" Kelly greeted, brightening. "Let me put this stuff away, and I'll make us some coffee."

"What, coffee? Kisses first please."

Dani shut the door and comfortably slung her arm around Kelly's waist. Pulling her close, she pressed their lips together, the tips of their tongues meeting. Kelly broke the kiss reluctantly.

"Okay, okay, seriously, let me put this in the fridge. Then we can get down to business."

Kelly hid her smile, turning away coquettishly.

"All right, I'll go freshen up," Dani called after her.

Good thing I didn't drop the apples, she thought, sorting through the produce. Danielle had really surprised her by opening the door like that. She frowned, thinking, I could have tripped and really hurt myself! She shook her head, shaking away the silly thoughts. No use worrying about things like that, she told herself.

She idly wondered how Danielle would explain coming over. It was probably some other obviously fake excuse. Last time she came, she was complaining about the kid next door's cello practice keeping her up . Seriously, who plays the cello that late! she thought. The time before it was an amateur opera singer, and before that, a tap dancer on the floor above her. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before she would run out of musician types.

Oh well, thought Kelly, I wouldn't mind some cuddling tonight. That was the only real reason for Dani to come. Or at least, the best one, Kelly decided, smiling to herself. Even just kissing Dani always aroused her more than any of her old partners ever had. She wouldn't mind just spending an hour or two doing nothing but making out on the couch. Well, almost wouldn't mind, she amended with a grin.

"Dani, are you ready or what?" Kelly called, strolling back into the living room. When she didn't answer, Kelly scratched her head confusedly and headed to the guest bathroom. It was eerily quiet, and Kelly didn't hear the sound of Danielle fidgeting or the sink running. She shivered a little as she passed the dark guest room. The shadows thrown by the hallway light looked like they were hiding vicious monsters. No more horror movies for you, she said to herself firmly.

Suddenly, she felt someone behind her, pinning her arms to her sides with a tight bear hug.

"Gotcha now, girlie!" her captor growled into her ear.

Kelly shrieked and pulled free, spinning around to face her attacker. She flushed red with embarrassment as she turned to see Danielle, leaning against the wall with one arm, face red with laughter.

"Oh. My. God. You jumped like a mile! That was-" she broke off, trying hard to speak. "That was hilarious!"

"Damn it, Dani, you scared the shit out of me!" Kelly exclaimed, her heart still thudding furiously.

"C'mon, nothing wrong with a good scare. Gets your heart goin'." Dani moved behind her, pressing her breasts into her back, and put one hand under Kelly's shirt to rest on her stomach. She brought it slowly up her torso, trailing her fingertips along her skin, and stopped when her hand was over her heart. Kelly sighed breathily in pleasure as Dani played with a breast, rubbing and squeezing over her bra.

"You're terrible. Scaring the wits out of innocent girls so you can seduce them. I guess it's the only way you'll get any action," Kelly teased mischievously. Dani giggled quietly, but her only response was to tweak Kelly's nipple. Kelly gasped, startled at the sensation. Her heart was still pounding, but she didn't think it was from the fear anymore.

Dani unclasped Kelly's bra, letting it fall out of her shirt to the floor. Her hand continued pinching and teasing the nipple. While keeping Kelly's nipple erect and sensitive, Dani reached up with her other hand to fondle the other breast over her shirt. Kelly whimpered, feeling her knees go weak at the assault on her sensitive breasts. She reached awkwardly backwards, trying to give Dani some pleasure, but she couldn't reach any useful area. Kelly twisted to face her, but Dani crushed against her even more tightly, pressing her crotch into her ass.

"Hey, c'mon, I wanna do something too!" Kelly complained playfully.

"Why? Just let me do all the work," Dani breathed, tingling Kelly's earlobe. She nibbled and licked it delicately, making Kelly's heart race even faster with excitement. Her hand massaged Kelly's breast over her shirt, each squeeze tightening the fabric over her nipple roughly. Under her shirt, Dani pulled Kelly's breast outwards, tugging it away from her chest while one finger circled the areola. Kelly felt her panties starting to reach an uncomfortable level of wetness at the continued arousal.

She scolded herself for letting Dani distract her so easily. I can't let her always pamper me like this, Kelly thought. Letting the strength leave her legs, Kelly fell backwards, making Dani stumble clumsily.

"Aw damn it, Kelly!" she cursed, exasperated. "Only you would complain about this. Why can't you just enjoy yourself?"

"I've told you a million times why! I've had guys leave me totally hot and unsatisfied after they got off, and I don't want anyone else to feel that way."

"But, I don't feel that way. I WANT to do it like this. Besides, we can take turns. It's hard for me to do it properly when you're distracting me."

Dani winced as she realized what she had just said.

"Oh 'distracting'? Is that what you call it?" Kelly teased. She wasn't going to let that one slide. "Maybe I shouldn't 'distract' you anymore then."

Dani huffed with annoyance.

"You know exactly what I meant. Look, just let me go first, and then you can have your turn, 'kay?"

"Nuh uh, not happening, Dani. Remember last Saturday when you came up with the 'taking turns' idea? You were like, 'Let's take turns!' that time too! But then you were like, 'You look so pretty when you come, I just want to see your face.' and begged to keep going. And I gave in because I'm stupid and a sucker for compliments. I don't know what came over me. I definitely shouldn't have given in a second time. But I know your tricks now, so it's not even gonna happen."

"But...but you should see yourself. You look so hot when you're horny. Let me finish you off, at least."

"Please, Dani, I just said I wouldn't fall for it."

Danielle's entreating expression transformed into a grin. "Oh well, it was worth a try. You gotta admit that you enjoyed it though."

Kelly hid her smile. She wasn't going to let Dani have the satisfaction of being right. Truthfully, she couldn't even think about that night without flushing with excitement.

Dani continued, "One more thing! We ARE taking turns doing oral. I don't want that sixty-nine disaster again."

Kelly grimaced at the reminder. She had pushed for it because it seemed like the perfect position, and Dani had agreed to try it. But everything kept going wrong. The biggest problem was that whoever was on top had trouble keeping their crotch at the right height. Too high and it was hard to reach the sweet spots; too low and it was hard to breathe. That was one of their first fights, Kelly remembered. She brushed away the memory.

Dani smiled broadly at her discomfiture. "I'm glad you remember," she gloated. "But enough talk, it feels like we're making a contract instead of having hot...wet...sex." She dragged out the last three words seductively.

As if to accentuate the "wet" remark, Dani licked her lips. They looked irresistible with the glisten from her lip gloss and saliva. Unable to stop herself, she seized Dani in a tight embrace and gave her a rough kiss. Pulling her towards the bed, Kelly sucked on Dani's lower lip, stroking it with her tongue. Releasing her lip, she snaked her tongue into Dani's mouth.

As soon as it entered, Dani trapped Kelly's tongue under her own, breathed in deeply through her mouth, and drew it in further. The result was a lovely suction on her tongue that made Kelly shudder with pleasure. The juices from her pussy flowed furiously, soaking her already damp panties to the point of discomfort. Her breasts, smothered against her shirt, begged to be free.

Kelly reluctantly pulled away, quickly stripping her top off and peeling off her jeans and panties. When she was done, she noticed Dani had taken the hint and undressed just as quickly. They didn't need to waste time admiring each other's nakedness. Kelly knew Danielle's every feature nude and clothed, and she was sure Dani knew her body just as intimately. They collapsed hastily onto the sheets. Dani lay on her back while Kelly nestled on top.

Their bodies fit together perfectly, as usual. Kelly easily slid her thigh to rest against Dani's crotch and felt Dani do the same. Her breasts settled comfortably against Dani's, growing deliciously warm with their shared body heat. She brought a hand down to Dani's breast, maneuvering it so that their nipples flicked back and forth against each other. Knowing that Dani liked having her hair played with, she sank her fingers into Dani's curls, pulling lightly through the knots.

Kelly felt Dani's heart thumping against her chest, speeding up to signal her arousal. She tilted her head to get the right position for a deep kiss. Her tongue, invading Dani's mouth, pulled back quickly, just letting its presence be felt.

Dani opened wider, sucking in Kelly's upper lip and rubbing against it with her own. The tips of their tongues brushed together, sending an electric tingle along Kelly's body. Concentrating on the sensation, she held her tongue there, trying to keep the delicate contact.

Dani had one hand on her back, caressing her lightly, following the curvature of her spine. The other hand groped Kelly's ass, sometimes squeezing so hard it almost hurt and sometimes hovering over it, barely touching the skin.

While they kissed, Kelly clenched and flexed normally unused muscles to drive her thigh into Dani's crotch, enjoying the way Dani shuddered against her in response. Dani followed her lead, pulling her foot in so that her knee rose and her thigh lifted Kelly up by the pussy. Kelly moaned appreciatively as her labia slid down the incline of Dani's leg.

Kelly would have been satisfied if they did nothing but kiss and grind softly for the rest of the night, but she knew Dani always liked more intensity. Dani was digging her fingers into Kelly's back with more urgency, no longer satisfied with soft touches. She also entered the cleft of her buttocks, leaving the cheeks to brush carefully over her anus. Those were the signs that Dani was impatient for harder stimulation, Kelly knew.

She left Dani's mouth, letting her tongue trail against her skin as she licked her way to Dani's neck. She dragged her tongue from the base of Dani's neck to the back of her jaw. Her skin was salty with sweat and arousal. She really has a sensitive neck, Kelly remembered.

Keeping that thought in mind, she kissed and sucked forcefully at it, stabbing with her tongue, as she made her way to Dani's breasts. Kelly paused at the hollow of her neck, letting her mouth rest there with just a hint of pressure. Dani inhaled sharply and tensed in anticipation. Kelly gave her tender neck a moist, luscious lick, inching sluggishly over the small depression. Dani released her breath in a long, lustful sigh, gasping with desire, as Kelly went lower.

As Kelly's ass slipped out of her reach, Dani's fingers migrated to Kelly's chest, stroking with frustrating lightness against the sides of her breasts and occasionally pinching a nipple. She could feel Dani's pussy throbbing wetly against her thigh as Dani bucked her hips with need, urging her to move on. Regretfully, she gave each breast a quick suck before sliding her tongue between them, making a beeline for Dani's pussy. She paused briefly at her belly button to give it a couple of licks, moving on almost hastily.

She pushed at Dani's thighs, spreading her legs wider to get better positioning. Dani obliged by scooting into a sit, leaning against the headboard of the bed. Her tongue danced on her lower abdomen, right above, but not quite touching Dani's clitoral hood.

Meanwhile, she grasped Dani's leg, squeezing hard on her inner thigh. Kelly traced up and down each of Dani's pussy lips with her other hand, until Dani's breaths became short and rapid. Taking that as her cue, Kelly stuck two fingers into Dani's vagina, pushing downwards rhythmically against her inner wall. Simultaneously, Kelly opened her mouth wide and devoured as much of Dani's pussy as she could, clamping her lips tightly and sucking.

Dani squirmed wildly, her pussy twitching in Kelly's mouth, at the combined sensations. Kelly didn't try to make her come, enjoying Dani's crotch pulsing against her face. Her jaw grew sore, so she decided it has been long enough. Kelly flicked her tongue expertly against her clitoris, driving Dani to her climax.

"Ohhh gawd, Kelly!" she cried, as the orgasm hit her.

Kelly kept her head in place, reveling in the feel of Dani's pussy contracting sharply during the event. She watched Dani shuddering uncontrollably in the aftermath, getting incredibly aroused from vicarious pleasure. Acting on impulse, she embraced Dani tightly, feeling the last aftershocks against her body.

Kelly planted a sloppy kiss on her lips, her mouth still wet with Dani's juices. Propelled by her rapidly growing desire, Kelly practically threw Dani onto her back, hungrily kissing her. Seeing and feeling Dani's orgasm had driven her out of her mind with lust.

She was running on auto-pilot, giving in to every instinct. Her crotch ground furiously into Dani's thigh like it had a mind of its own. She pressed tightly against Dani, wanting to be as close to her as possible. Almost as if she were telepathic, Dani wrapped her arms around Kelly, hugging their bodies together. Her mouth sucked at Kelly's neck, nipping and biting lightly with her lips. Kelly arched her back involuntarily in pleasure, gasping with need. She felt herself reaching the brink.

"Oh, Dani. Oh!" she gasped.

One final grind along Dani's leg brought her over the edge. She cried out in ecstasy as she convulsed in Dani's arms, trying to transfer the sensations rolling through her body. Her toes were curling almost painfully as she twitched thrillingly against Dani. When her orgasm subsided, she let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry for humping you like that. I just couldn't stop myself," Kelly murmured ashamedly into Dani's ear.

"It's okay, Kelly-Belly. Don't apologize, silly. You were beautiful," Dani said reassuringly. "I wish I could've been more help."

"Don't say that! Just having you hold me makes me so wet. I can feel how hot you are..."

Kelly trailed off, sighing again.

"Oh gawd, stop. I don't have the energy for any more," Dani pleaded.

They both lay there silently.

"I love you, Dani."

"I love you too."

"Now get out of my bed. I can't stand your snoring!"

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Author's Note: Thanks to AsylumSeeker for taking time to do some thorough editing! And thanks for reading my story. Like most authors, I want you to leave your feedback, good or bad. Anything at all that comes to mind! Who knows what little thing might help?

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Come On Over



"Have a lovely day at work, baby!" I shout, wearing my light blue tube top and short jean skirt, waving at my husband who waves back as he pulls out of the driveway. Once he's disappeared from view, I shut the door and head for the kitchen for a drink of something cool and refreshing, a soft hum leaving my lips. After getting my drink, I perch myself on the sink with my legs partially spread and I peer out of the window into the neighbor's yard.

My blue eyes catch a lovely sight of our neighbor's gloriously shaped bum and the instant desire to knead and spank it overwhelmed me. Our neighbor, Alicia, was a nice young woman in her early thirties with the appearance of a fresh face 23 year old; her body was curvy and firm and looked soft to the touch. For a while now, I've craved to feel that woman and her touch; it's not that my husband isn't pleasing me anymore, I've just been curious to touch her shapely body and feel another woman against my own. 

The thought of those thighs wrapping around me as I lick out her wet pussy as she moans makes me shiver on this warm summer day. She was dressed in a over-all jean dress with a tank top underneath; the dress clung nicely to her curves and moved as she moved around her yard, picking up some stuff to put back in her shed. I bit my bottom lip, setting down my drink and moving my hand down to rub my clit slowly as I watched her body (specifically her ass) move about and bounce ever-so-slight.

Recently, I've been delving into certain types of fetishes that seemed to be hotter if I imagined myself and Alicia doing them. My finger moved faster over my throbbing clit as my imagination grew of the things that I could see Alicia and myself doing on a daily basis while my husband was at work. I could just imagine her perched on the edge of her sink with her legs spread out as I knelt between them and held her thighs apart while I ate her out.

A soft whimper escaped me as I rubbed and pinched my clit as I thought of the that would squirt out of you and dribble down my chin and into my mouth. It aroused me further as my free hand moved the top of my tube top down to rub and twist my erect nipple; oh god, I was just so close to release that a little bit more imagination would make me come. My blue eyes opened as I saw Alicia bend over and what I saw was a very shocking yet arousing ordeal - not only was she not wearing panties but I saw the sight of her beautifully trimmed pussy for me to see.

This only spurned me on more as two of my fingers delved into my dripping pussy to finger and scissor myself deep and fast, my eyes closing as I delved into my fantasy. I could taste her on my tongue as I fingered myself hard and fast; she would taste of the sweetest honey mixed with fresh rain.. Oh what a taste that would be!

As I was engrossed in my own pleasuring and at the fantasy of licking and drinking Alicia's flavourful juices, I failed to notice a heated stare on my naked chest. A moan slipped past my lips as the thought of feeling Alicia's tongue on my wet and aroused pussy excited me even more. My two fingers turned into three as I finger-fucked myself even deeper and harder, causing me to writhe and buck against my hand as my come dribbled out of my vaginal hole and down the crack of my bum.

"Ooh, Alicia, ooh!" I moan out as my orgasm overtook me and for a moment, my come splattered all over my fingers and the inside of my sink. I slumped against the wall as my fingers slowly pulled out of my wet vagina and I brought them to my lips to slowly lick away and savor the flavor of my come.

Thankfully, after I opened my eyes, Alicia wasn't there so I assumed that she had gone inside for something she forgot. I don't know what I'd do if she caught me masturbating to the thought of tasting her sweet nectar from her most sacred place - hell! I didn't even know if she swung that way.

But god, that fantasy made me orgasm harder than I ever had in a long time...

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Hours later as I lounged on the couch, sitting in front of the television and wearing only a see-through tank top and lacy pink panties, I hear my doorbell ring. Wondering who it could be at this hour, I got up from my spot on the couch and call out, "Be right there!" and within a few moments, I was standing in front of my door.

I unlocked my door and opened it and to my surprise, it was our neighbor - Alicia - dressed in a very sexy and form fitting red dress. At that moment, I both blush and my crotch dampens a little as she sounded a little breathy as she spoke, "Earlier, I heard you call out my name..." and my heart began to race as I thought, 'Oh shit, she heard me?'

I notice the lewd grin on her face and the twinkle in her beautiful brown eyes as she says to me: "... And I was wondering if you wanted to have a little fun sometime. You know, while your man is at work?" Mutely, I nodded a silent 'Yes' with my head as my desire overflowed from my veins.

Alicia gave me a coy smile and then handed me a piece of paper and mouthed, "See you tomorrow, babe." With that, she turned and walked off, her ass swaying as she disappeared into the darkness.

Once she was gone, I closed and locked the door, pressing my back against it as I slid down it. As soon as I regained breathing, I smiled widely to myself and said, "YES!"

Tomorrow would be a good day - I just knew it.