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Delicious

By: themarquise



As I look at you lying there I really have no idea what to do first. You look so delicious! Clothes pressed, black dress shoes gleaming in the low lights. A glass of fine cognac in your hand, I watch the slight movement of your wrist as you swirl the amber liquid around slowly, your eyes looking up at me expectantly as you sip your drink. 

I inhale deeply, building my bravado as I walk across the 'rented for one night' hotel room toward you. I stand next to the bed, unknotting the tie in my one piece dress and letting it fall slowly to the ground. I'm naked underneath. I hear your breath draw in as your eyes move over my body. Slowly, Caressing every inch of me. Then back to my face as you smile a small smile. 

Realizing that I had sat through our dinner this way, just a wisp of silk between my curves and the world. I take your hand in mine, placing your finger lightly against my nipple. Rubbing back and forth making it pucker under your fingertip. I take the glass from your hand, placing it on the nightstand, and then straddle your hips in one smooth move. Pressing my already wet pussy against the bulge in your pants. 

You reach for me but I move to hold your hands high above your head, dipping my head down to kiss you. Slow and sweet. My hips rock against you slightly as I run my hands down your arms. Nibbling on your lips I move slightly lower. Reaching for the buttons on your shirt, tugging at them one by one, my mouth trailing to your ear....biting your lobe....then licking down the column of your throat to the top button of your dress shirt. As I undo a button, my mouth is there, licking you. Nipping at the skin. Undoing each one painfully slow. 

My nipples are hard and rubbing against your skin as I pull open your shirt and move lower and lower. I stop at the waistband of your pants. My eyes lock with yours as I run my tongue along the taught skin of your navel. Tugging at the button with my teeth. My chin rubbing against the now pronounced bulge in your pants, your breathing increases as I take the tab of your zipper between my teeth. Pulling down slowly to expose your now very hard cock encased in the blue shorts that lay underneath. 

I slip my hands into the band, letting just my fingertips brush over the head of your cock and chuckle to myself. You're already wet for me, almost as wet as I am right now. Your cock feels like satin stretched over steel as I wrap my hand around your shaft and squeeze. Then stroke you. One long stroke from tip to base. Enjoying the little moan I incite from you. Letting go I tug your pants down to your knees. Then off, stopping to slip off your shoes, and then socks. I grin up at you as you watch me at the end of the bed and pull your foot to my mouth, nipping playfully at your big toe.

Slowly I move up your body, letting my tight nipples trail against your legs. I lay down between them, my mouth hovering right above your cock. Then I lean nice and close, blowing across the tip, before wrapping my hand around the base and lift you to my mouth. 

I dart my tongue out to taste you first. Moaning low in my throat as I feel your body stiffen under me. I run my tongue down your shaft, slowly over your balls, stopping to suck one then the other into my mouth then tease my tongue over the skin just behind. I drag my tongue back up and wrap my lips around the tip. Sucking you into my mouth, inch by inch until I can't take anymore and I feel you at the back of my throat. 

I slide you back out, my teeth dragging along the shaft of your cock, before taking you back inside. Your hands move and fist in my hair, urging me on. My head bobs faster and faster. I straddle your leg, rubbing my wet pussy against it as I lick and suck you. Loving the way your cock slides so smoothly against my lips. 

You arch your back and I know your almost there, I work you faster and faster, until I hear you cry out and feel your cock pulse between my lips. I pull back letting your hot cum splash against my cheeks, over my lips. Tasting the salty sweetness of your release on my tongue. I smile up at you as I flick my tongue out to catch a stray drip running down my chin. Yeah I was right, you are delicious.

Delicious



I wandered slowly across Broadway to Pioneer Square. There were the usual homeless children dressed to resemble their idol, Marilyn Manson. Their hair dyed red and blue and green. The black leather they wore screamed out desolation and hate. Hate because deep in the back of their minds they knew me. One girl with red hair wearing a knee length skirt, flared with an obscene petty coat, and Levi jacket over a black sweater stared at me as if almost comprehending. I could feel the hate emulating from her. But that was not all. There was something else too. A feeling of knowing respect. Maybe this one was ready to take her place as a player in the game. But did I need a student? Not now, I thought. She will be here tomorrow and the day after. I will chose my time with her.

I looked at the sky and could see the red growing to the east. It was getting late so I turned toward the park and began slowly walking. That feeling of anticipation began to grow at the pit of my stomach. Somehow I knew he was already there, waiting impatiently. But who he was I did not know yet. I quickened my steps until I neared the corner of 7th avenue then slowed to a casual stroll. I must find my place before the sun fell behind the west hills. I found the bench near the fountain the City received as a gift from some WOP years ago. 

So there I was sitting on this park bench soaking up the last of the late afternoon sun filtering though the oak canopy when this fantastic guy walked by. I knew instantly he was the one I was waiting for. He slowed for a moment and I felt his eyes moving up my long, tan legs. They moved up all the way to where my short skirt barely hides my thong covered pussy. My hand went to my ample breast, my fingers dipped lightly into the opening at the neck of my blouse slowly moving downward towards my rosy left nipple. He smiled broadly, then turned to resume his journey. I beamed my naughtiest thoughts in his direction and saw him turn and look over his shoulder, a smile curling the corner of his mouth again. I knew I had him. 

He turned back and moving in front of me said, "Have we met before?" Of course we had not, but I had to play the game. After all, this man held a treasure that I needed. I replied, "Maybe. Do you come to the park often? And how could I have missed a delicious guy like you?" With that, I stood and faced him, my ample breasts nearly touching his shirt, knowing what he would say next.

"Well, yes. But have we spoken before? It's as if I know you from somewhere."

"Maybe you do. Or maybe you've been waiting to know me," I said in a level tone. "I'm Jenny." I stuck out my hand as if to shake.

"Oh, I'm Robert. Glad to meet you. Are you waiting for someone?" He took my hand. I held it, allowing the vibrations of my soul transmit into him.

Ah, the game. "Shall we?" I said with my cutest smile as I lead him across 7th avenue towards the Starbucks on the corner of Pioneer Square, still holding his hand. I knew it was getting late. The sun was already down behind the west hills, but the game had to be played.

Standing outside Starbucks, Capachino in hand we talked about nothing, sometimes laughed at nothing for over an hour. Finally Robert looked serious and said, "There is a fantastic movie playing at the Music Box. Would you like to come with me?"

Taking him by the hand, I lead him up Broadway to the theater. He paid for two tickets. Inside I lead him to the seats in the rear. We sat. We chatted. Then the lights went down. As the film began my hand slid from Robert's leg to his crotch. I could feel his cock begin to grow as he leaned over to kiss my neck. I unzipped his Levis exposing his penis. I took it in my hands and began to stroke as it continued to grow.

Robert's fingers fumbled with the buttons of my blouse. He gasped as he discovered I was braless and his hands met the warm skin of my tits and rock hard nipples. He slid off his seat to his knees as I raised my skirt. My thong came away at his first touch. Then his tongue was exploring me. His fingers spreading me wide. His tongue found my clit and circled it, playing. My breath coming is gasps as he drove his face into my throbbing pussy.

As if unexpected, I could feel the heat beginning in the pit of my stomach moving outward to engulf me. I covered my mouth to stifle a scream as my whole body began to spasm. My legs locked around Robert's neck. My back arched to drive his tongue deeper into me as wave after wave of orgasm overwhelmed me until I was finally spent. I leaned back in my seat, panting, sweat running down between my breasts. The entire theater spinning around me. Then it was over and Robert was back in the seat next to me, pushing my head down into his lap. This was what I had waited for. This is the thing I needed to survive, the one thing I lived for.

I took his big cock in my hand and began to stroke it again, feeling it becoming harder than it had ever been. My tongue licked out at the head. I could taste the first few drops of pre-cum. I knew it was time. Moving slightly over his cock I lowered my mouth over his shaft, engulfing it in my mouth. His cock slid all the way into my throat and he moaned, eyes closed, mouth open. My pussy began to throb in anticipation. This was my time.

I sunk my teeth into his cock snipping it off at the root. I spit his cock out then dove back down to lap the blood that spewed from the wound. Robert tried to scream but there was no sound. He body became first rigid with the pain and shock then he slid into unconsciousness. 

I lapped all the blood I could then began sucking furiously on the stump. Robert's blood filled my mouth again and again. Each pump of his dying heart pumped the blood that ran down my throat. I could feel the power of it, invigorating me, renewing my life with the death blood of another.

When it was done I wiped my mouth on his shirt and rose, walking quickly I left the theater and strode into the night, my heart pumping, my body satisfied for now. I felt so wonderful, so alive. Like I said he was delicious.



Delicious



"Ummm...Let's see. I'd like the pink one right there. No, not that one. The pink one. The sweet, soft, pink one, please?"

Jada tapped on the glass case with a perfectly manicured scarlet fingernail. Behind the sparklingly clear glass barrier, the creamy, rose-colored frosting on the huge vanilla cupcake beckoned to her. Jada licked her lips at the thought of swirling her tongue in the sweet, thick pink icing.

She looked up to see Trina looking directly at her with a hand on her hip and an amused expression on her face. Trina, owner of the Sweet Rose Café, stood tall, with all 5'10" of her looking like an African goddess. Trina's mocha-colored skin had a light sheen of moisture, caused by the heat coming from the kitchen. Her beautiful dark brown skin was flawless and a perfect complement to her slim, fit body. Her long, jet-black hair was pulled up into a neat, but sexy ponytail.

Jade also took in Trina's pristine white apron which fit snugly around her firm breasts. The top buttons of Trina's light blue polo shirt were open and the creamy dark brown globes, topped with stiff nipples, showed through. Licking her lips again, Jada suddenly wanted those sweet gems in her mouth as well.

"You want the pink one, huh," Trina asked her longtime friend. "Looks tasty," she teased. 

Jada grinned. "I hope it tastes as good as it looks."

Trina winked. "Only one way to find out." She opened the glass display case. "One extra large vanilla cupcake, coming right up."

Trina carefully packed the delicious treat into a clear plastic box, slid it into a white paper bag and handed it to Jada. Then she motioned to Jada. "Come on. Cough it up."

Jada sighed as she forked over her credit card. "I still can't believe you're charging me."

Trina winked. "I have a business to run, sweetie. Besides, every sale counts toward my monthly total. Which counts toward my plans to expand the café. You know that." Trina swiped Jada's card in the terminal and punched the keypad. Soon after, a thin slip of paper curled out. Trina smiled as she handed it to Jada.

"You're so mean," Jada pouted.

"Yes, but you love it," Trina said as Jada bent to sign the receipt.

Trina noticed Jada's furrowed brow and the way her slim fingers held the ink pen. Trina shivered as she thought of those amazing fingers deep inside of her. Jada's skillful ministrations in Trina's tight pussy sent Trina over the edge every single time. She watched Jada's smooth honey brown skin and noticed the crinkle of a smile in the corner of Jada's eyes. 

Suddenly, Jada looked up and Trina was instantly lost in those incredible hazel pools. Trina's heart sped up as she slipped the receipt out of Jada's silky hands. "Thanks, babe," Trina said. "You know I'll make it up to you."

"Promise?" Jada's eyes locked directly onto Trina's.

A flash of heat burned deep between Trina's legs. She had to have the golden goddess. "Jada, baby" she whispered. "Meet me later?"

Jada's hazel eyes sparkled. She leaned in close. Her soft, full lips came dangerously close to Trina's. "How 'bout right now?"

Trina turned toward the kitchen. "Danielle!"

A slender, pretty, pecan-colored woman appeared from the back of the café. "Yes, T?"

"Come cover the register for a moment." Trina winked at Jada. "I need to check some inventory."

"You nasty freaks!" Danielle laughed, her blond dreadlocs swinging. "But get some for me!"

As Jada wriggled past the counter toward the back offices, Trina stared at her full hips and thick legs underneath her miniskirt. The tight denim barely contained Jada's curvy figure. 

As she watched Jada, eyeing her full, bouncy ass, Trina had a wicked thought. She sprinted over to the refrigerator and pulled a small cardboard box from one of the shelves. She then quickly followed Jada's full hips to the back.

"Hurry," Trina ordered as she ushered Jada into her private office. Locking the door, Trina put her box on the desk and Jada set her bag right next to it. 

As Jada looked around, she always marveled at how neat and orderly Trina's office was. 

The room was decorated with small framed pictures of Trina's close-knit family. She also had photo displays of her most popular designs for the cakes, pies and cupcakes she baked on a daily basis. 

A small leather loveseat sat in the far end of the room, right beside Trina's desk and two chairs. A tall file cabinet in the opposite corner of the room housed Trina's meticulous financial reports. The back shelves were brimming with all kinds of books, including her numerous business primers and her neatly stacked cookbooks and cake decorating manuals. On the shelves closest to the desk sat various art supplies and other decorating tools. Several art brushes lay on Trina's desk stacked in a sleek, black carrying case.

All of a sudden, Trina embraced Jada and pulled her in tight. Jada snuggled her face into Trina's neck and sniffed the warm, brown skin. Jada could almost taste the light vanilla scent on Trina's smooth, chocolate body. Unable to resist, Jada planted gentle kisses on Trina's soft neck. Trina groaned at the electric shivers that sped through her body. 

"Baby, please," Trina whispered.

Jada softly stroked Trina's silky black hair. Somehow her ponytail clip had been removed and Trina's lengthy tresses cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. "Patience, sweetie," Jada smiled.

Jada took a slim finger and traced soft circles down the side of Trina's face. She tickled Trina's nose and the two women shared a sly grin. When she reached Trina's full lips, Jada grinned as she used her finger to gently tap Trina's moist flesh. 

Suddenly, Trina's lips opened and captured Jada's firm digit into its heated wetness. Trina sucked softly on the sweet flesh at first, gently using her cheek muscles to draw the digit in and out. As Trina's passion increased, she sucked harder on Jada's finger.

"Oooh," Jada moaned as warm waves of passion rushed through her. 

Trina slid Jada's finger out of her mouth and kissed her warm palm. She playfully rubbed her nose in Jada's hot skin.

Unable to wait, Jada leaned in and pressed her soft lips against Trina's. Trina moaned and panted as Jada's tongue entered her hot mouth. Their kisses deepened as Jada gripped the back of Trina's head and locked her fingers in Trina's soft, silky hair. The two lovers kissed passionately, each nourished by the other's desire. A deep hunger for love and affection consumed them, causing them both to moan in ecstasy. Their dueling tongues, ripe with passion, set each other ablaze.

After what seemed like an eternity, Trina broke off the kiss and snatched off her apron. "I've got a surprise for you, baby," she whispered as she grabbed the cardboard box off her desk.

Opening it, Trina removed three small plastic containers. "Let's have a private tasting," she grinned. "I've been working on some new recipes. I was going to take these home, but I think I want you to help me out instead."

Jada's nose crinkled as a slow smile spread across her face. As she looked at Trina's sly grin, she realized that this would be no ordinary tasting.

Trina removed the lid from the first container. "This is my new French Vanilla icing." Trina dipped a finger in and generously swirled it in the creamy white confection. She held up her finger right up to Jada's mouth.

"Wanna taste?"

Jada giggled as she leaned forward. She stuck out her tongue and licked the sweet, thick icing. Loving the taste, she moaned in delight. Jada closed her eyes and hungrily sucked Trina's finger, desperate to get all of the delicious, creamy icing. Licking her lips, she winked at Trina. "Mmmm! Tasty!"

Trina laughed. "Now it's my turn." She opened the black carrying case on her desk. Taking out one of the smallest art brushes, she swirled it in the icing.

"Hold still," Trina ordered.

Jada shivered in ecstasy as Trina painted tiny circles of the sugary icing on her soft, smooth neck. Jada closed her eyes and lost herself in the delicious feelings swirling through her. Heat rose faster and faster in her as Trina decorated her golden skin with the sweet confection.

After teasing her lovely friend for what seemed like an eternity, Trina finally bent in to taste the sweet flesh. "Ahhh!" Jada screamed as Trina's lips and tongue wiggled sensuously against her blazing skin. Jada moaned as Trina fought to lap up all the delicious icing from Jada's neck. Trina licked and sucked until there was no trace of icing left on Jada's skin. Jada nearly collapsed with the intense pleasure.

"Take this off," Trina ordered as she tugged at the bottom of Jada's blouse. Jada quickly undid the buttons and slipped off the silky material. Braless, Jada's firm honey-colored nipples stood at attention.

"Oooh! The perfect inspiration," Trina whispered as she picked up the second container. Removing the lid, the smell of rich chocolate wafted through the room. "I call this my new Chocolate Fudge icing." Trina took a new brush and painted a generous amount of the dark, cool icing onto Jada's heated skin. "It's the perfect way to make chocolate nipples," she winked. Jada shivered as Trina teased her sensitive flesh. Trina licked her lips at the sight of the sugary confection spread all over Jada's breast.

Trina twirled the brush in her fingers as she admired her handiwork. "Nice," she whispered as she bent into Jada's firm breast. Jada gasped as Trina's tongue flicked out and teased her hard nipple. Trina licked and sucked hard on the sweet gem, sending hot sparks through Jada's body. Jada moaned and sighed in ecstasy. Her body began to shake and her moans intensified.

Suddenly Trina stopped cold. "Jada, take off your skirt," Trina said.

Jada wriggled out of her miniskirt and stood in front of Trina in just a tiny pair of black panties.

Trina grabbed Jada's curvy hips and nudged her up onto the desk. Jada's thick, honey brown legs instinctively spread open and Trina licked her lips at the girl's intimate fragrance. Trina told Jada to lie back, pull her legs up and rest her feet on the desk. Jada obeyed, lying there in sweet expectation of Trina's expert attention.

Trina picked up the final container. "This is my baby right here." She showed Jada the creamy, pink icing. "I call this my new Cotton Candy icing." Jada thought the fluffy, rose-colored icing looked absolutely scrumptious.

"Know why I love this particular cupcake icing so much?" Trina asked.

"Why?" Jada whispered.

"Because it's pink..." Trina dipped another brush in the sugary mixture.

"...sticky..." She painted broad strokes of the creamy icing onto Jada's pussy lips.

"...and sweet..." Trina tossed the brush onto the desk, only to lean in and place a juicy wet kiss on Jada's swollen pink clit.

"Trina!" Jada gasped. "Oh, baby...yesssss!"

Jada's skin was on fire as Trina lapped at her sticky flesh. She started slow at first, but as her temperature rose, Trina began to lap more furiously. Jada ran her hands through her thick mane as her entire body shook. "Oh, baby! I love it!" Jada screamed. She twisted and turned as every inch of her flesh tingled.

Trina licked and sucked hard at Jada's pussy. Jada's juices flowed and flowed, rushing like molten lava, searing Trina's lips and tongue. In response, Trina pushed her face deeper into Jada's dripping slit to drink more of the copious honey. Jada rode the countless, tumultuous waves, speeding closer and closer to her orgasm. 

Jada arched her back. "Ooooh!" she cried. "Don't stop! Please don't stop! I'm so close, baby!"

Trina doubled her efforts, desperate to bring Jada to a certain explosion. She quickly licked her finger and slid it deep inside Jada's slit. Trina loved feeling Jada's hot, tight pussy and pushed harder. Jada bucked hard, loving the sweet intrusion in her wet cunt.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" Trina moaned. 

"Oh yes," Jada groaned. "Yesssss, baby!"

Trina held on tight to Jada's hips as she continued her oral assault on Jada's pussy. She focused long, wet strokes on Jada's swollen clit. 

"Trina, I'm cumming! Oh, I'm cumming," Jada screamed. "Now, baby, now!"

"Get it, baby," Trina groaned into Jada's heat. "Get it, girl!"

Jada's senses were on overload. She raced higher and higher toward ecstasy as Trina licked and sucked in complete abandon. Suddenly Jada felt Trina's finger stroke deeper and deeper, until she finally hit Jada's sweet spot.

"Ahhhh!" Jada cried as her passion crested. She sobbed as Trina buried her face deeper into Jada's wetness. Jada shuddered as Trina lapped up every drop of her sweet liquid. 

As Jada's passion ebbed and flowed, Trina gently stroked Jada's damp thighs. She continued kissing the soft, damp skin and smiled as she felt Jada shiver in ecstasy. The two women lay together silently, each drawing warmth from the other.

"Trina," Jada moaned, "you are the best, honey. I love you so much, baby." She struggled to sit up. "Was it good for you?"

"It was perfect, baby..." Trina whispered. "Absolutely delicious."



Delicious



Anna's big brown eyes rose to meet mine as her pink little tongue flicked out over my balls. She always looked up to me for approval even though I never denied it. She gripped the base of my shaft tightly and lifted it up out of her way as she played with my cock. A long, slow lick up the shaft brought her mouth up to tease the crown with practiced skill before she engulfed the head. Those soft wet lips and energetic tongue felt incredible. 

The way her lips spread as she drew them up and down my rod and the way her cheeks hollowed out like she needed the taste of me to survive was mesmerizing to watch. Watching her suck my cock was almost as intense a visual thrill as a tactile experience. When I smiled at her, she let out a satisfied hum that made her mouth vibrate around me. I almost lost it. 

Below her I could see the cause of her satisfaction. Anna's hips were moving in a timeless rhythm as Mandy licked her cunt. Looking down past Anna's firm little tits, I could see Mandy eating her out. Mandy had one hand on Anna's ass and one buried between in her own legs. Mandy's hips were moving like I was fucking her instead of her own hand. While Mandy ate her pussy, Anna kept looking up to be sure I was enjoying her efforts. Her big, brown eyes sought my approval needlessly. It was an amazing feeling to share this moment with them. It was an amazing sight. It was more than I could take. I had to close my eyes as Anna worked her magic on me.

The two of them had been at this for a while, trading places every so often. Each wanted to taste my cock and each wanted to get her friend off. Mandy's blue eyes showed that she shared the same eager desire to please me as Anna. Tonight, Anna was in charge. The two girls regularly took control of the evening's activities. Sometimes Mandy would command Anna and other nights it would be Anna's turn to direct Mandy. Each was a firm but loving mistress and each was a compliant, faithful servant. It was one of things that made me come back here again and again. The other thing that brought me back was the fact that no matter who was dominant in their relationship at the time, they both deferred to me.

Anna looked up at me and pushed back on my stomach. She panted lightly as she drew me out of her mouth and guided me down between Mandy's legs. Anna was careful to keep her pussy within reach of Mandy's talented tongue as she got me into place. She held the shaft of my cock and kissed me as I thrust the tip into Mandy's hot, wet core. But Anna didn't let go as I began to fuck Mandy with short, gentle strokes. She let me slide in just far enough to make us both want more. Soon, Mandy was groaning, then whining into Anna crotch. Anna held on, making Mandy squirm to try to get more of my length inside her. 

"Let him fuck me, please. Please!" Mandy whimpered.

Anna forced her cunt back over Mandy's mouth to quiet her. Then she leaned back and looked me in the eye and whispered, "Fuck her," as she let go of my cock. 

Without breaking eye contact with Anna, I drove forward and buried my full length in Mandy's cunt. Anna struggled to stay in place as her body was wracked with one shudder after another. Mandy was moaning and groaning as I fucked her hard and Anna was feeling the benefit of that against her clit. Anna's mouth hung open and she panted deeply as she fucked Mandy's face in rhythm with my assault on her pussy. 

As my movements picked up in speed and intensity, so did Anna's. We were both using Mandy's body for our personal playground. It didn't quite seem fair to leave Mandy out of the fun. Anna must have thought so too. She licked her finger and reached down to stroke Mandy's protruding clit to drive her lust to the same level as our own. 

One orgasm after another passed through the girl's soft bodies with beautiful results. I got to watch them spasm and quake as they were overcome again and again. When Anna's legs got too weak to support her, she lifted her leg to free Mandy's face. The two girls kissed and then pushed me down so they could get side by side on their knees and share my cock. Anna sucked and licked the head while Mandy ran her mouth up and down the side of my shaft and over my balls. Then, Mandy captured the head while Anna licked the other side of my cock. They traded their prize back and forth, both of them sucking and licking me between the moments when they stroked me as they kissed. 

After a while, I quit watching them and lay back to focus on the way it felt to be the object of their affection. When she felt the time was right, Anna had Mandy straddle me facing my feet. Then she had her lean back and put her hands on each side of my chest so her legs opened wide. 

Anna's intentions were clear. She wanted to control our mating and get us both off. She leaned in and licked Mandy's slit as she stroked my hard dick. Slowly she teased Mandy's cunt with my cock head and pulled the two of us closer and closer together. I felt Anna lick my balls and the shaft of my cock as I slid into Mandy's cunt. When Anna's tongue would flick across Mandy's clit it was cause the girl to shudder and gasp. At random intervals Anna would take my cock out of Mandy's pussy and drop her mouth over it. The change in rhythm and sensation drove me to the edge and kept it out of reach. It was maddening. 

I let Anna indulge herself for as long as I could stand it. Then I said, "Suck her clit while I fuck her."

A long lick up my balls and shaft ended at Mandy's clit. When Anna locked her lips around it, Mandy quivered and begin to come. The spasms that shook her body weren't enough to shake Anna loose. Anna kept sucking her friend's clit as she got off over and over. 

When I was ready to shoot I asked, "Do you want to drink my come?"

"Yes! Yes!" Anna shouted. She pulled my cock free of Mandy's pussy with a pop and dove down to capture it eagerly. She laid the head of my cock on her tongue and jacked me off into her mouth as Mandy egged us both on as she writhed against me. Anna's knuckles were running up and down Mandy's slick lips as she stroked me.

"Come all over her! Suck that cock!" she moaned.

I cried out triumphantly, shooting wad after wad of thick hot come. Anna drank it down. When she closed her mouth to swallow, I painted her lips and chin with come. Mandy scrambled beside Anna to kiss her friend and lick her face clean. I watched the two of them share my load and a loving kiss before I lay my head down to rest. 

"That's delicious," Mandy purred.



Delicious Arrangement



The graphic scenes of this story are enhanced and the arrangement more formalized to make for a better story, but this is based on a true story.



Strange that the relationship would come to this point, I thought as I wet a washcloth and began to wash Heather's cum from my face.

Sometimes she seemed submissive in her role, blushing slightly as she stripped off all her clothes in front of me when she reached the top of the stairs. She would walk nude to the living room and drape that long, beautiful body across the sofa, one leg elevated over the back, awaiting my ministrations, which I enjoyed so much.

I fooled myself into thinking that having this engaged-to-be-married woman agree to strip for me and allow me access to her body somehow put me in a dominant position. Before long the sessions took on a different tone. I was merely the man made to pleasure that lovely body orally, bringing her to a sweet orgasm before she slipped away into the night, leaving me unsatisfied – up until this night, anyway.

I walked gingerly to the bedroom and stripped off the jeans with the wet spot in the front. The sticky underwear went into the laundry too and I started to wipe myself, thinking at least this embarrassing form of sexual release was better than having to do it myself as usual.

But the act of wiping myself and thinking about what had just transpired aroused me again. I finished stripping down, lay on the bed and took myself in my hand, thinking about Heather and that lovely body she shared with me - some nights seeming like my plaything, other nights me feeling like hers. Both feelings excited me, even though we no longer fully consummated our erotic encounters.

Strange how it had come to this, I thought, as I released and drifted off to sleep. . .

Just a few years out of college, Heather and I landed in the same small town in the middle of nowhere, she as a special education teacher, me as the editor of the weekly newspaper. The reality of those wild college days being in the past set in quickly. We were both a long way from home and a long way from our respective circles of friends, with little prospects for excitement or romance in this little town of 1,500.

I recall taking a picture of Heather for the "new teachers" article in the little paper. She seemed worn out and somewhat annoyed. That initial poor impression led me to dismiss her as a prospect – and I was really looking for prospects. Her figure was attractive, and her face pretty, but not beautiful, I thought. Her short hair was a light brown-blond color, doing her credit, but not stunning. And she didn't seem very friendly.

It was 12 months later, with economic realities of the times having us still stuck in this town, before I gave her another thought.

I ran into her at the Laundromat. She was already inside, reading a romance novel, when I came in with my baskets.

"Well, this is as exciting as a Sunday afternoon gets in Smallville," Heather said, flashing a smiling demeanor so much in contrast to what I saw when we first met so briefly.

"Hey, a spin cycle, tumble dry – the laundry bar," I joked, gesturing to the washers, dryers and soap vending machines. "It doesn't get any better than this."

"I'm Heather," she said. "I don't know if you remember taking my picture when I started at the school. . ."

Oh, yes, I remember," I said, not bothering to introduce myself. Everyone in town knew me. "I always wanted to apologize for that, too. It didn't turn out very well."

"Yes, I know! I was so embarrassed. I wouldn't even clip it out and send to my parents," she laughed. 

"Well, I'm primarily a writer, not a photographer, but at a little paper like this you have to do everything."

She laughed and reached for the dirty plastic chair next to hers, swinging it around in front of her and propping her sandal-clad feet on it. I stuffed my laundry into three washers as quickly as I could and sat down, not boldly next to her, but a couple of seats over, placing the magazine I'd brought on the chair between us for cover.

I looked at her feet, as I always do when a woman has set them in front of me.

I am not a man with a huge foot fetish, but I always notice a pair of attractive feet. Heather's were clean and fair, with the high arches that give an elegant curve suggesting some of the other curves above that will prove more interesting. Her nails were neatly trimmed, and polished in a shimmering red – a beautiful pair of feet, I thought. They drew my eyes upward, as they were no doubt intended to do.

Heather's legs seemed to go on forever. Almost as tall as me at six feet, she owed her stature to those long, shapely, smooth-as-silk legs, as fair as the lovely feet below them.

I could tell she was a woman who did not take well to the sun, as most people had more of a tan by now, even in this northern climate.

The fact that she had on a pair of very short cut-off jeans accentuated her legs. Her hips were slightly broad, but her trim waist narrower. The short-cut t-shirt advertising a water park revealed a cute belly button.

All this, of course, took a half a second until I got to her breasts, where my eyes lingered. When I had first met her and when I had seen her around, I hadn't noticed that she had full, inviting breasts.

Her long, elegant neck led my eyes up to a face that looked all the prettier, after that lovely body teased me to attention. Her nose was probably more prominent than she would have liked, but her green eyes danced and fluttered a bit as her full unadorned lips spread to a sly smile.

As my eyes met hers, she looked down across her body, then back to by eyes and smiled a knowing smile that told me I was busted.

I got a little flustered, as I always do.

"Looking forward to the new school year?" I asked lamely, as if I changed a subject we hadn't been on.

"Well, we'll see if it brings any more excitement than the last one," she said. She was flirting and we both knew it.

We chatted through the washing, drying and folding of several baskets, covering what life decisions led us to this little town and an existence as monotone as the constant hum of the dryers.

She left first, smiled sweetly, and said," Ok, I'll see you around."

"I hope so," I replied, and winked her as she left.

I made a strong mental note to call her up and ask her to dinner at some restaurant at a town some distance away. I wouldn't have to wait that long to get a chance to take this to the next level.

The phone rang about 8 p.m. It was Heather, who invited me to stop down to Lil's and have a drink. She just lived around the corner, which I knew, and the bar was just down the alley from there. Lil's was the community's favorite watering hole and I spent a lot of time there picking up news tips, killing time and downing a few beers.

We picked up where we left off at the Laundromat, but only had a couple of beers, then set off back toward her place. At her front walk, we kissed and she shot her tongue immediately into my mouth.

We kissed passionately for minutes and my hands got busy feeling her full breasts through her light jacket and sweater, donned for the cool late summer evening. Since we were in front of her door, I was waiting for her to invite me in.

"Well, why don't you show me this plant you were talking about," she said, referring to something that had come up in small talk before. We walked, arm in arm, around the corner to my door.

My apartment is upstairs in an old lumbering baron's big house. The staircase to the upstairs is just inside the front door, and a new wall was built to separate the downstairs apartment from the upstairs quarters. Heather began the first of what was to be many trips up those stairs over the coming weeks, following right behind me.

The plant, of course, was a ruse. We sat on the sofa and continued our make-out session.

Her jacket was across the coffee table. I kissed her neck as I managed to go down the buttons on her shirt, with one hand, as the other arm was wrapped around her in embrace. She allowed me to slip a hand under her bra and massage a nipple erect as our tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss.

I reached behind and under her shirt but was mystified at not finding the clasp to her bra, which made her giggle.

"It's in front," she said. "Here, I'll do it for you."

She undid the clasp between the cups and opened the garment to show me her large, firm breasts. No expert on size, I thought she might measure 35". Her areolas were small, with both nipples erect with excitement.

I immediately started to kiss them, caress them, bury my face between them. I flicked her nipples with my tongue, nibbled on them, and gently sucked.

Her knee meanwhile was pressing hard into my crotch. My cock strained against my own clothing and I pressed myself back into her leg, rubbing myself slowly against her.

I love to touch a woman between her legs, while she is still clothed, and feel the warmth of her sex through the material. She pressed herself against my hand and we kissed passionately once more.

"Would you like to go back to the bedroom?" I asked.

"Sure," she said.

I noticed how little her breasts sagged as we walked down the hall, our arms around each other. In my tiny bedroom we were both naked in no time and were not shy about casting our eyes downward to check each other out. We each kept our legs slightly apart to allow the other better access to look and touch.

While Ginger's hair was more of a light brown, her bush was downright blonde, over a prominent mound. I loved how her lips were easily visible through the sparse yet untrimmed hair. Her inner lips, not yet aroused, did not protrude out between the crack of her outer lips, a look I prefer.

Her belly was flat, her waist curvy over broad, but not padded hips.

I cupped her sex in the palm of my hand, rubbed her gently and felt her warmth. She gently took my seven-inch cock in her hand, tugged on it slightly and ran the tip of a finger around the sensitive, circumcised head. She lifted my balls slightly as if weighing them.

I pulled her close to me, and kissed her neck.

"God, you've got a lovely body," I whispered.

Heather pushed me away a little, and with a broad smile launched herself with those long legs, landing bare butt first on the bed so hard I was surprised the box springs on the old bed did not collapse to the floor. Her legs spread she ran her hand over her pussy once and smiled up at me.

She was inviting me, and I was aching, but I knew if I plunged into her I would last only seconds in my highly aroused state. So I went in head first.

Casting my eyes upward to look into hers, I kissed her lightly on her lower lips, then started to use my tongue.

That was when the arrangement that would come later was born, for I love to perform oral sex on a woman, and I think I'm pretty good at it. If I wasn't, Heather never would have been back at my door to take advantage of the invitation I was to offer.

I kissed the insides of her thighs then traced up with the tip of my tongue to taste the salty sweat between her lips and the very apex of her inner thighs. I traced all around her mound with my tongue, then kissed her again lightly on the lips before my tongue parted them ever so slightly. I ran up and down the length of her vagina, the tip of my tongue barely between the lips, but going deeper as I continued to trace up and down.

Opening her with my fingers, I licked lightly in the area between her inner and outer lips, tracing all around. It was there that I tasted the first dampness of her arousal.

It was in an erotic movie once that I heard the lead actress tell a male character that he used his tongue all wrong, as if painting a fence. "Picture licking honey off a butterfly's wings," she said.

The honey clung to the edges of her inner lips. It took sooooo long to lick it off, and to collect the sweet residues that ran with her juices down each side. I placed the tip of a finger in the opening from which the moisture came.

Heather moaned and cried out as if in pain from the long process of removing stitches from a wound, but I knew it was not pain she felt.

I worked my way inside, running my tongue in circles around her opening until I had plunged it in as far as I could muster.

Then I worked circles around her clitoris. When I touched my tongue on the tip of her most sensitive spot, she let loose.

I was disappointed in being so quickly interrupted from my mission of drinking down the cream that came in torrents.

She released my head – I hadn't even noticed until she let go how hard she was pulling my hair - and grabbed me under the arms, leaning forward to reach me.

She pulled me forward with a strength I didn't know she had, and I knew I had no choice at that point.

I moved forward and plunged my cock into her.

We will never know what it is like for one another. The feeling for a man when he enters a hot, wet woman is indescribable. The heat of his cock is magnified. It's as if he wants her moisture to enter him through the skin of his member so he can absorb her essence, even as she must absorb his essence, which he prepares to shoot deep inside her.

Neither will a man ever understand what it is like for a woman, to have that need filled, to have that piece that is missing found and put back.

And so we join together, trying to meet our own needs, knowing that at best we meet our mutual needs at the same time.

This encounter, like this relationship, wasn't quite going all the way. Not knowing the birth control situation, I pulled out and sprayed my seed on her thigh.

Still, it was all well timed. Her orgasm began when she pulled me up to enter her. Mine followed seconds afterwards.

We parted as we began, with a long French kiss at her front walk, and parted with a promise to get together again.

I didn't have to wait long. The next evening, shortly after the supper hour, she came knocking at my door. We talked about our jobs, and the upcoming school referendum, which I was covering for the paper and directly affected her classroom.

It was preliminary small talk, of course. Soon she leaned back against the arm of the couch and put a leg up over the back. I leaned over toward her, kissed her, and took off her shirt and bra. I delighted at tasting her breasts, then leaned up and started to caress her face, running the tips of my fingers gently around her smooth skin. She closed her eyes and moaned, with a contented close-lipped smile.

As I outlined her lips, she kissed the tip of my index finger and I paused. She took it in her mouth and sucked gently, then encircled it with her tongue.

She released it, then smiled, eyes still closed, and said "I'll put your cock in my mouth," in a tone as if it were a warning rather than an invitation.

I had already changed into my sweats for the night, so it took only seconds to peel off the t-shirt and sweatpants. I moved up and positioned my cock over her mouth. She took it in eagerly, and made love to me with her mouth as she looked into my eyes.

I pulled out before I came. She beat me to her pants, peeled them off and threw them and we were quickly rolling on the floor naked and playing.

At one point she had me enter her from behind, then playfully started to crawl on her hands and knees away, forcing me to follow and stay inside her. I leaned over her back and we moved together, joined at our genitals, until she got to the stairs. She stood and leaned forward, hands on the railing. I stood and entered her once more.

We took a break after I came in her. She put on my shirt and we talked and looked at pictures and my CD collection.

When I started to revive she climbed on top of me, put me inside her, and intertwined her legs with mine. She pinned my hands to the floor and I felt a thrill at the idea that I was for the first time in my life being held down and fucked by a woman.

We made love in all kinds of ways before she left, three hours later, each of us exhausted, but satisfied.

She came back the next night, and the next, for less intense sessions, but we were still making love every night.

I asked her out for the coming weekend, with no fear of being turned down, only to get the old college excuse that she was going home to see her parents that weekend. And so she did.

I had a meeting on Monday night and worked late Tuesday. Still, she showed up Tuesday after I was off and we had more sex. And so it continued the rest of the week. I anticipated the knock on the door each night.

As the weekend approached, I learned that a friend from her hometown was coming to see her that weekend, so we couldn't go on the date I was trying to arrange.

He arrived in a big old Buick. I knew it was a man from the view of the interior of the car. I knew the local cops well, and had one run the plate. His name was Frank, no wants or warrants. A little research told me his family was in the construction business back in Heather's home area.

I was hearing Marvin Gaye singing "I Heard It Through the Grapevine" in my head the rest of the weekend.

And I was stunned. There had been no rival in sight.

He left, and Heather returned to me. I asked about her visiting friend, and she said his name was Frank. From the way she described it, there had been no relationship between them prior to her visit back home. He appeared at a family gathering and they talked. My guess is a lot more happened.

"And he's telling me that he loves me," Heather said, as if in a lament. "But I don't know what to do. I like having sex with him and I like having sex with you," she said, frankly.

We had sex again that night, and she continued to show up at my door most nights – except when the weekend came. Then Frank's car would be there, or she would be away.

Her visits started to taper off. On one Monday after she had been away again she sat on the sofa and I put my arm around her and noticed a new necklace.

"What's this?" I asked.

"You can look at it, but you won't like it," she said.

It was from him – one of those coins cut in half with a jagged edge, half a Bible verse written on each side. They were popular back then.

I pulled my arms to myself and folded them across my chest. She said she never really chose Frank over me – it's just that it worked out that way, how they ended up spending weekends together and all.

I could not blame her, for if she was looking for something more serious than just our sexual escapades, I was not prepared to give it. All we had done together was have sex. I wanted to do more, but could not manage a single time to go out on a date with her, as Frank suddenly appeared and took all the weekends. I wanted to give the relationship the chance to grow beyond the sex, to see if my feelings grew beyond that too.

Frank apparently knew his feelings right away.

For the first time that she stopped over, we did not make love. When she left I did not ever expect her back. I was wrong.

A week later, she was back, and she sat close to me on the couch, leaned into me and put her head on my shoulder, as if inviting affection. I gave it to her.

I soon had her naked and had my head between her legs, making her moan once more. I had my shirt off, but when I reached for my belt to take off my pants, she stopped me with a movement of her leg. I took the hint, but tried again later, with the same result. After a third try she asked me to turn the music back on, since the CD had long since stopped.

When I got up to do so, she got dressed.

"I'm sorry. I'll buy you lunch," she said the next day when I ran into her at the post office and she could tell I was cross. We went to a Mexican restaurant that I knew wouldn't last long in this little town. I learned there that things were serious between her and Frank, as if I hadn't figured that out. She offered no explanation as to why she allowed me to lick her to orgasm the night before when she had a fiancée across the state. I didn't ask for any.




Delicious Arrangement



She was looking for a job back in her home area, which was nothing new. She told me that at the Laundromat. Frank's presence gave the search a sense of urgency, however.

On the way out, convinced our days of making love were over and I would soon be back to relieving myself on a regular basis, I made one last attempt to salvage something. I offered an arrangement.

I took her hand to give her handshake goodbye when we reached her front walk, as a way to signal that I recognized the time had come for some distance between us.

"Thank you for everything – and I'm sorry," she said.

I put my other hand on hers, cupping her small right hand between my hands.

"I tell you what," I said. "I'll offer you a deal."

"What sort of deal?" she said, puzzled.

"Just an open invitation to stop by any time. I know from how last night ended and what you've told me that you don't want to make love any more. But you allowed something to happen last night," I said.

"So I'm inviting you to stop by any time, and I promise I'll keep all my clothes on. I won't expect to make love to you and won't pressure you or even ask you to do so. If you want to make love or if you want me to undress, you'll have to ask.

"But while you're there I'll be happy to help you relieve a little stress. I always loved to make you cum, and would be glad to again. You needn't worry about me. I'll take care of myself later."

Heather looked down and blushed as if embarrassed for me that I would make such an offer and speak so openly about making her come and relieving myself. That was all right. I was embarrassed to make the offer, but had nothing to lose.

"Just stop over if you're interested," I said. I raised her hand and kissed it, then flicked my tongue between her first two fingers.

"Why would you make that kind of offer?" she said.

"Don't get me wrong. I'd much rather make love like we were doing before. The sex was the hottest I've ever had. Well, that's over, but having a chance to fool around a bit before I'm by myself again is better than nothing at all," I said.

"There are a couple of catches, though," I added.

"What?" she laughed, as if this couldn't get any more ridiculous than it already was.

"I promise to keep all my clothes on, but you have to take all of yours off," I said. "And if you come by knocking on my door I'm going to assume that that's what you're there for. I dislike wondering if you'll let me and seeing how far I can go. I'd rather we were both up front about it and had an understanding."

"Can't I stop by so we can just be friends?" she asked

God, how I hate the "can't we just be friends" line.

"I don't want to say no to that, Heather," I said. "I do like you and I like talking with you. I wish we had been able to go out and do some things together instead of only making love all the time, but I never got the chance. But can't you see what that would be like for me? You stop by and we chat, pretending all of that sex never happened, I guess. Maybe we'd talk about your wedding plans, or how your job search was coming, or whatever and you'd be there as a constant reminder that I lost out."

She looked down, still blushing.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said. "I guess I'm just trying to salvage some pleasure out of this, considering there's not much opportunity for such pleasure around here. I know it's perverse. I'm sorry. I'm just sad."

"So, just stop by any time for a free orgasm?" she said making it sound silly. There was a long pause as she gave me a skeptical look. There was nothing further to do but go out with a last bow.

"Well, thanks for everything, Heather," I said.

She kissed me on the cheek. "It's sweet of you to offer. Goodbye."

"It couldn't be," I thought a week and a half later when I heard a knock on that downstairs door only she ever used. I always used the back stairs, and so did other friends and family.

I was quite nervous as I opened it, and even more so when I saw Heather standing there.

"Hi," she said, rather timidly.

"Well, hi," I said with a mild surprise in my voice that wasn't in the least bit faked.

What raced through my mind, of course, was whether she remembered that I said I would assume what she was there for if she chose to stop over. If not, I was likely to have my advances rejected, and I didn't want to deal with that.

I also considered the possibility that she and Frank had had a fight.

"Would you like to come up?" I asked, having chosen those words carefully, hoping she understood what I meant by them.

"Sure, thanks," she said, stepping through the door.

She sat on the end of the couch, one leg on the floor, one tucked up under her, and facing me beside her – just as she sat when she first came into my lair.

"So, how have you been?" I said. I patted her jeans-clad knee and left my hand there to see her reaction. By then I had already noticed that Frank' engagement ring was still on her finger.

"Pretty good," she said. "There's so much planning to do, but in between there's still Smallville"

She paused for a moment.

"I missed seeing you and having something to look forward to at the end of the work day," she added, her eyes cast down.

"I missed you too," I said.

My vanity, if not my common sense, made more out of her comments than was warranted. I wanted to believe, and still believe, that she missed me, and not just the sexual release her time with me brought.

Despite this willing suspension of disbelief, I took what she said as an affirmation that she knew why she was here.

"I missed you, too," I said again, rubbing her knee a little harder.

She accepted my kiss, and returned it, and did not object when I cupped her breasts in my hands through her pull-over sweater. I ran my hands down to the hem at the bottom and pulled it up. She broke the kiss herself and put her arms over her head so I could finish peeling it off.

When I fumbled for the clasp on the bra between the cups, she reached behind. "It's in the back this time," she laughed.

I moved immediately to unsnap her pants, and slid them down, going back for her panties and taking her socks along the way.

She was naked and I was not. There was no way I was going to violate the arrangement I offered her.

I gazed up into her eyes as I scooted back and lowered my head to her mound. I kept my eyes on hers as I began to kiss and lick. She closed her eyes, moaned, and left no doubt about why she was there.

And so I tasted my delicious Heather once again. I licked gently, though I really felt like being aggressive, and listened as her breathing quickened.

When I began to circle her clit with my tongue, moans accompanied her quickened breathing. She reached down as if to grab me by the shoulders and pull me up, and into her. She often did so in our lovemaking before, preferring to feel her own release with me inside her.

But this time she lie back down and put her hands on my head, then down to her sides, clutching the cushions of the couch hard.

I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue and she surrendered herself to the powerful need inside her. I put my tongue as deep inside her as I could, letting her delicious juices flow over my tongue.

I had always used oral sex as a method of foreplay before, ending it either when my desire or my partne'rs led us to the next level. Only with Heather did I approach it – out of necessity – as an end in itself.

With nothing more to move on to – not even my own release – I abandoned all efforts for a delicate approach and tried to use my tongue as a substitute for my cock, working in and out of her.

She came in torrents. I had never drank from a woman in such a way. It was enormously stimulating and enormously frustrating. My release, alone later, would be every bit a match for hers.

When she bade me stop, she pulled me close to her, and kissed me on the cheek. Sweat poured from her naked body and soaked through my own clothes

When her breathing returned nearly to normal, she said with a bit of a whimper of apology in her voice, "I love you, too, Steve."

I had expressed no such affection for her, but I knew what she meant. I didn't know what to say, since to return that level of feeling from me would have required a deeper relationship than the sexual one we dove into.

I longed to go to that next level to see where our feelings would lead us. She seemed to have closed that door.

"Thanks for letting me love you in some way," I finally replied, sounding a little choked up myself.

She slipped away again, but this time I expected her back.

She came back the next night, and that's where I think I overplayed my hand – that is, if my goal was to get her to abandon Frank and give me a chance at a serious relationship with her.

At least that's what I was telling myself at the time my goal was. But perhaps that never would have worked out. At the time, though, I played it for the sexual thrill.

When she reached the top of the stairs, I turned and pulled her close to me. I kissed her neck softly.

"I'm so glad you came back. I've been tasting you on my lips the whole day and couldn't wait to see you again," I said.

I reached to the bottom of her pull-over sweater and pulled it up over her head, without resistance. I hung it neatly over the rail at the top of the stairs.

I stripped her naked there, before she even entered my living room, hanging her clothes over the rail, one item at a time.

Taking her by the hand, I led Heather not to the couch, but to a seldom-used non-reclining easy chair in my living room. I sat her down and had her scoot forward until her butt was on the edge before I knelt to view and taste again the sweetness that I had so carefully positioned for easy access.

Heather wasn't entirely comfortable with it. She blushed a bit as I stripped her by the stairway and led her into the adjacent living room. But she sat submissively and I brought her off with my mouth again.

She left with her orgasm and I remained to find my own. The blue balls I felt all day long thinking about what might happen that night I had almost grown used to. I used to get relief when we got together. Now my relief came after she left, at my own hand.

I stripped her naked at the top of the stairs again the next time she came over, but this time I didn't lean her anywhere. I had her place her hands on the railing where her clothes were draped, and bend over.

On the floor behind her, I spread her legs apart. It wasn't particularly comfortable licking her from this angle, with my head bent back, and squeezed between her legs. Access became easier when she lifted her left leg up and placed it on the rail, as a ballerina would.

I probed her with my tongue and fingers and when she neared her climax spread her cheeks with my hands and lightly touched the tip of my tongue on her anus. I continued to brush around the rim, barely touching her there as she came, moaning loudly. The knee of her right leg started to buckle, but I braced her with my hands while not missing a lick.

Heather pulled away, then eased herself down to the floor next to me, her soaking sex open for me. I drank from her honey pot again.

Some of her clothes had fallen off the rail and down to the front entryway. I watched as she descended the stairs in the nude to retrieve them. She went to the bathroom to dress.

"It's unlocked, Heather," the post-it note on the door read, welcoming Heather to her next visit. After that I no longer heard the knock on the door. She simply came up the stairs.

She stuck her tongue in my mouth immediately, but at the same time grasped my wrists to stop me from beginning her undressing process. She was tall enough to come close to using her height to lean over and make me pull back. I noticed that she had heals on this time.

"Why don't you lie down on your floor. "I'll be on you in a minute," she whispered.

I noticed the verb "on" and not "with," the typical expression when asking for a brief moment of patience.

She walked me backwards and eased me down to the floor. She returned to the rail and started to fold her clothes over it, meticulously, neatly.

I gazed up in amazement, knowing that my upturned face was about to be used. My cock rose within my pants at the prospect.

Heather stripped naked for me and I was as aroused by her lovely body as ever. I love watching a woman strip for me – just for me.

Naked, she slipped those high heels back on. Obviously, there was no need for shoes. It was done for effect, as something about a naked woman in spike heels drives a man crazy. There's also a hint of domination about it. I sensed that I was about to be dominated.

All doubt was removed when she grazed one of those spike heels along the bugle in my crotch, then pressed it down hard when she reached the head.

Then Heather squatted, spread her lower lips and lowered herself onto my mouth.

I knew that I made my reputation with her with the slow oral service, licking the honey off a butterfly's wings, from our early encounters. But there was no need to impress her at this point, and her actions showed she wanted a different attitude anyway.

I immediately plunged my tongue deeply into her then pulled back and worked her inner and outer lips furiously.

This time I wasn't gently licking honey, but licking the excess sauce from my own fingers after a sloppy summer barbecue. She wanted it that fast, grasping the sides of my head and pulling my head up as she thrust her hips down. She didn't actually lift my head, as the force of her sex on my mouth kept me pinned down. But her fingers dug into my scalp and she seemed to be trying to draw me into her, with both downward and upper force.

Her come gushed across by face, over my lips and into my mouth, over my tongue and down my throat. Her palms pressed over my ears, muffling her cries.

I started to find it hard to breathe, but she gave me a chance to quickly catch my breath by standing up and turning around. She plunged herself down on my face again and I went back to work.

The effects of her turning around were twofold. Her anus was right over my nose and she could easily reach my still-pants-enclosed cock.

She ground both her openings down onto my face while she ground the heel of her hand against my bulge. After she came in my mouth again, Heather rolled forward and slid down a little. She spread her ass cheeks for me and presented a new target for me.

"Go ahead," she commanded, the tone of her voice unmistakable. "You licked me there before, and I made sure it was nice and clean for you tonight."

And so my oral sex game with Heather had gone south on me.

I was gentle with this end, out of self-interest. If I were aggressive, I would have shoved my tongue up her ass, and I didn't want to do that.

In fact, by this point I wished she would go home so I could masturbate, my bargain having locked me into that self-satisfying but frustrating form of relief.

My hands replaced hers spreading her open. I licked around her rim and she moaned loudly. The heel of one of her hands was working back and forth on my cock while the fingers of her other hand were massaging her clit.

She pushed her butt harder against my face as a signal she wanted more. I ceased my gentle rimming and pressed the tip of my tongue against the opening.

For the first and only time in my life I had my tongue up a woman's ass. I didn't find the actual act of it pleasant at all, since I am not attracted to that part of a woman. But the idea of it, the naughtiness of it, thrilled me.

This was the end, I was sure. Her aggressiveness was a game-changer. I thought she would only do this if she were figuring she didn't have to deal with the consequences later. Put another way, I guessed she always wondered what it would be like to have a man stick his tongue up her ass, and with me she didn't have anything to lose by trying to get me to do it.

Heather came again, her juices running down my chin.

I came, too, into my pants. Heather knew it. She intended it.

She stood up – then seemed about to present the tip of that spike heel to my lips to kiss, but thought better of it. She kicked off the shoes, quickly put on her clothes, thanked me, and went out. She never returned.

It was the end of the school year. Heather did not return to our town the following season. I heard later that she married Frank.

Older now, I sometimes do Google searches on her name and it appears they are still married, and the construction firm he inherited quite successful.

Perhaps that's a better life than what can be offered by a poor starving writer with a talented tongue.



Delicious Awakening



I'm taking a nap and I wake up to the sensation of my right arm being gently pulled and cuffed to the head of the bed. Opening my eyes, I see you looking intently into my face. 

"Don't say a word," you said as I opened my mouth to speak.

You cuff my other arm to the head of the bed and then gently remove the pillow from under my head. A blindfold is placed over my eyes. 

"Are you comfortable like this?" 

I nod, "yes". 

"You are not to cum or speak without permission".

You place plugs in my ears and I'm left like this for a short period of time.... I don't know how long. My arousal increases as I wonder what you have planned. My mind is spinning with the possibilities.

Without any warning, I feel hands on my breasts; my nipples are being twisted and then I feel both of them being sucked and bitten. A moan escapes and I wonder who is touching me.... is it my Master and sub sisters or just my 2 sisters? I don't know who is in the room, seeing me helpless and bound.

The hands wander along my body slowly. The gentle caresses tease my erogenous zones but never quite make contact with my most sensitive flesh. The pleasure and anticipation are excruciating and I begin to writhe a bit; wanting more but unable to ask for it. The touches stop. I am wet and wanting, throbbing with need and aware that this scene has only just begun. I feel the weight of the others leave the bed and again, I am alone.

Sometime later, after I have calmed down, I become aware that I'm no longer alone. I feel the falls of a flogger trailed across my body. Just this light touch is enough to re-ignite my desire. My eyes are open under the blindfold and I can't see a thing. I'm struggling to hear, but there are no sounds. All my senses are focused on my nerve endings.

I feel the gentle thud of the flogger and a light sting as it hits my breasts. Over and over, I'm flogged lightly, not enough to really hurt, just enough to tantalize me. Then, I feel it again, harder this time, on my upper thighs. I feel the touch of a hand wearing the vibrating glove stroking my belly and chest, squeezing my nipples and then when I least expect it; one vibrating finger traces through my wetness and strokes my clit. I arch to meet this delicious touch and suddenly, its removed. 

The frustration and need is almost overwhelming and my juices are running out of my aching pussy. 

You remove an earplug and I hear your whisper, "Don’t speak, just nod your head yes or no. Are your arms still ok?"

I nod "yes" and the plug is replaced. My face and hair is gently stroked and I feel your lips against mine. Hungry for your touch, I return your kiss and feel your tongue enter my mouth. I'm so focused on your kiss; I could almost cum from it. After this most delicious kiss, again, I'm left alone to calm down.

Sometime later, I feel the mattress sink under someone's weight. Gentle caresses flutter across my body. My legs are stroked, lifted above me and cuffed to the head of the bed. I am exposed to whatever pleasurable torture awaits. I feel something cool stroke through my streaming slit, gathering moisture. My clit is teased and I moan and writhe in response. This object is dragged slowly down and I feel it enter my ass; a butt plug is now secure and I feel so full. Suddenly, I feel the sting of leather on my buttocks. I yelp a bit and jump at each slap. After my ass is hot and stinging, it stops. 

My nipples are again being twisted and pulled, never quite crossing the thin line between pleasure and pain; the sensation travels straight to my throbbing clit. Clamps are applied to my aching nipples and I'm driven almost insane with the need to cum. The foot of the bed sags under someone's weight and I feel a warm wet tongue lapping at my very wet and sensitive pussy. Combined with the nipple clamps, the butt plug and the teasing I've already endured, it’s almost too much. I need to cum badly and I can't even ask for release. I'm so close and I try desperately to distract myself so I won't disobey you, my Master. 

I have no idea who is licking me, but the tongue is speeding up, flicking over my hard clit and I'm bucking up uncontrollably, dying for more. As I get ever closer to orgasm, the chain to my nipple clamps is pulled...hard, and I feel a tongue invade my mouth. Just as I am about to lose my mind, the mouth is removed from my pussy and I scream in frustration. Tears are streaming from my eyes and I grit my teeth to keep from disobeying you by begging for release.

The earplugs are removed. 

You ask "What is it you want my slut? Tell your Master what you need."

The words rush out, almost incoherent as I beg, "Fuck me! Please let me cum, Master. Please, please don't leave me like this." 

"Are you sure?"  I scream, "Yes! Please! Fuck me! Please Master, please let me cum! I need to feel your hard cock inside me.... please.”

My pleas become less coherent as the tongue returns to my pussy to torment my aching clit. Suddenly, the tongue stops and I feel something warm and hard teasing my entrance. 

"Are you certain this is what you want?"   "Oh god yes," I sobbed. "Please Master, fuck me hard!" 

You slam into me and I hear the word I've been longing for, "Cum." 

As the orgasm rushes over me, the nipple clamps are removed, a tongue invades my mouth and I feel hands all over my body. I'm lost in the pleasure, aware only of the feel of your cock and the touches dancing across my skin. I hear the roar of my blood and ride the white-hot sensation of the orgasms that crash through me again and again. 

Sometime later, my legs and arms are released. I'm aware of a tongue cleaning your cum from my body. I'm weak and trembling. The blindfold is removed and I'm folded in your arms. You direct my sisters to make love to each other as we watch and regain our strength for more play. 

You whisper in my ear, "You did well, my love. I'm pleased." 



Delicious Bet



Valerie arrived early on Tuesday hoping to get most of the dresses her class had made price tagged and properly stowed away before the noise of her classmates echoed in the dressing closet. She didn't quite fit with the other girls, always more of a tomboy but loved designing clothes and shoes into early hours of the morning. While they preferred shopping and talking, she preferred football and hiking. Her guy friends back home would fall over if they knew her secret shame. Her wardrobe said classy woman but not flirtatious with the exception of her fuck me heels and the pearls her father gave her before he died. As much as she missed him, Valerie finally felt free to choose a dream outside of business management. With some luck, she hoped a fashion design centered school might accept her application for the upcoming fall semester. The guys might need time to adjust but they would understand when she finally told them her plan.

Jacque, her favorite mentor and professor, was busy taking out the next set of dress examples for class when Valerie strolled in and greeted him. Instead of their normal chit chat, they each focused pulling out short-skirted evening dresses from a large closet and making sure each girl would have a few to fit with plenty of design variety. That task wasn't too difficult. Only a little more than half the class was female and the large majority of them wore similar sized zero. Valerie wasn't at all much different but the curves of her thighs, rump, and ample chest granted her another size. A few girls strutted in the room and admired the dresses Valerie had in her hands. 

Linus cleared his throat making his presence known behind her. He was one of the few people Valerie had grown attached to since she started at NYU and the only friend who had briefly met her dad on orientation day almost a year ago. Not that they hung out much, Valerie just enjoyed his company whenever she saw him. Linus was masculine and attractive and easy to like. He did, however, stand out like a sore thumb in the class, kind of like her. The other guys were a bit pretty for her tastes and less... straight. 

"Which one are you trying, Valerie?" 

"None. I already know the perfect model and shape for this next project just looking at some of these dresses." 

Jacque raised an eyebrow as he shuffled through the remainder of the closet but didn't comment. Valerie occasionally designed and created her project to fit herself but mainly used a model. Her designs were always unique and flattering, and models adored assisting and prancing about for her.

The clock ticked four thirty. Jacque quieted the room down and gave instructions. This class focused only on gathering ideas for designing a short evening or cocktail dress. Men in the class should pair with the women and have some say over which dresses were selected for try on. The students rushed for their favorites. Valerie continued to help Jacque maintain some semblance of organization as dresses were sampled and put back on the rack, but took breaks to walk around and view the different styles sampled on her classmates.

Linus sat down in an armchair in a corner of the room and studied Valerie. Her walk had a natural grace and sensuality. If she were slightly taller, she could easily rise as a model instead. The brown wavy hair she kept up in a pony tail at all times would look so sexy falling down her bare naked shoulders under him. He could get lost in those cobalt eyes if she'd only let him kiss her. Linus shook his head. He'd get a hard on and have to leave if he kept this up. 

Valerie glanced a few times over her shoulder over to Linus and noted he was watching the girls around her. A pang of jealousy sprang up but was dismissed. She couldn't handle a guy and focus on leaving NYU. After an hour of the trying on dresses, Jacque announced directions for everyone to return dresses to the rack properly and have a short dress and sewing pattern of their own drawn out for their next lesson. Students tossed the dresses back on the rack rather carelessly and departed in a hurry.

Annoyed that Jacque would have so much work to do, Valerie finished fixing dresses back on the rack so that the fabric wont pull or stretch while hanging. Jacque thanked her just as the phone rang. When his office door shut with a click, Linus crept up behind her. 

"I'd give anything to see you in one of those." 

"Yeah, right. I haven't worn a dress above the knee since I was ten. Aren't you leaving for dinner?"

"No. I was wondering," he started as he brushed the back of his hand down the back of her arm, "if you might want to join me for pizza, beer, and a movie tonight?"

"Like a date?" Valerie's face suggested panic as she stepped forward and turned around to gaze at him. Just the brush of his hand sent electric twinges throughout her.

"Just casual." He shrugged his shoulders. "I'd like to hang out. It doesn't have to be a date."

Jacque cleared his throat and hung halfway out of his office door. "Yes, it does."

"Jacque-" Linus started angrily. 

"Not now, loverboy. Valerie, I have a different assignment for you this week. I need your help with something." Valerie felt her face turn to flames.

"Okay, yeah. What do I need to do?" The thrill of a different assignment excited her. Something out of the ordinary would be a nice change, perhaps a nice enough change to avoid getting involved with Linus to any extent.

"I need you to impress an important friend that just called. I want you to wear one of my dresses to dinner at Blue Hills this Friday night and catch her attention."

"Friday?" That only left a little less than three days for Jacque to fit and produce a dress for her.

"Don't worry about the dress. I know your measurements."

"Do you already have plans?" Linus asked suspiciously. 

"No. Not really. " She grinned thinking of Chris, Josh, and Tim, her guy friends and brotherly figures back home. They always Skyped her on Friday nights to catch up on the droll of the week before they went to party at a bar or two without her. 

"Not unless you count a Skype date with three delicious men. I can reschedule though." She couldn't help herself. Urging a sweet spell of jealousy was cruel considering her refrain from interest, but seeing Linus puff up his chest and and rub his jaw nervously over her was worth the effort. 

"Are they gay?" Linus spit the words out before they even ran through his brain. 

"No. Definitely not." Valerie winked seeing his obvious discomfort. 

"Invite one of them to come with you. You'll need an escort for dinner." Valerie saw Linus fist his hands and thrust them into his pockets before he turned half away.

"Jacque, uhm, that won't be possible..." Home was hours away. Plus, the guys would never let her relax in a dress long enough to show off one of Jacque's dresses.

"Well, Loverboy, looks like you can finally repay me for dropping in my classes all the time. Everything is paid for. You just have to show up at seven in your tux. The date should be cheaper than your pizza-beer-movie idea-"

"I didn't suggest that because it was a cheap date. Val just seems like-"

"It's okay, Linus, really. Pizza and beer sound great but not right now. I'll see you Friday?" Valerie set her hand on his shoulder and he relaxed. Taking the hand on her shoulder into his own, Linus squeezed gently, let go nodding, and left the room. "Friday!," he whooped down the hallway. Valerie smiled wide and rolled her eyes playfully. 

"I still want you to complete a sketch for this project tonight but you won't be doing any sewing. Take a picture of your model this week so I can asses whether your drawing fits the model. We have a few days to get ready for this dinner. Tomorrow I want you to go to the Bella Spa over on Day Street for wax and pamper. Thursday, you can still have the day off since you wouldn't have class, but you should practice walking more confidently in heels. Those-," he pointed to her fuck me four inch heels, "are a good start, but you'll be in five or six inches on Friday."

"Five or six?" Jacque ignored her gape.

"On Friday, my hair stylist will meet you here at five o'clock for make-up and an up-do to match the dress. After I'm finished with the class, we'll help you into the dress and finishing touches."

"Your hair stylist?" Jacque was bald.

"Well Ba Ha Ha. Very funny Valerie." Valerie couldn't resist snickering.

"Jacque, why is this so important? Why me?"

"No questions, for now. You'll be perfect for this assignment. Do you have any objections about Linus escorting you?"

Valerie hesitated but confirmed his escort would be fine. There was certainly no harm in one fancy date. She should indulge herself in the opportunity while she had it.

*******

If Valerie had known what having all the hair ripped of her body would feel like, she would have told Jacque to choose another damn student to torture. Even thinking about another wax sent shivers up her spine. Maybe chemicals were the way to go for total hair removal. After the wax though, she was directed into a series of rooms where she was messaged, exfoliated, and made brand new. Even her new nails sparkled radiancy though the artist had painted them a nude pink. On Thursday, she invited Claudia, her model originally from Romania that would've help her with the current class project, over to take a picture of her form and seek help walking in higher heels. When Friday afternoon finally rolled around, Valerie felt certain she could handle whatever else Jacque and Linus might curve at her that night. After a warm bath and an early glass of wine, she pulled out her favorite emerald silk panties and slipped into skin tight skinny jeans and an almost see through baby pink tie top. Unfortunately the bra would have to be nude and strapless since she hadn't seen Jacque's dress yet. Even if color didn't matter for anyone else to see, Valerie took a delight in feeling sexy knowing what was underneath. 

The familiar ring of her Skype account bellowed, and Valerie hit the video button. She didn't have much time, but at least she could give her excuse and allow her boys to fill her in if anything major that happened that week. Three grinning men tried to put their heads close together so she could see them.

"Hi!"

"Holy shit, Val." Tim, the dirty blonde and tallest of the bunch look surprised. 

"Do you have a date?" Josh looked from Chris to Val and back to Chris. There was no secret that Chris had had a crush on Val from the beginning of time. Unfortunately for Chris, Valerie put them all in the friend's zone for good after a fourth guy of their bunch had a rough end of romance with her and was pushed away from their group naturally. Valerie never wanted anything that complicated coming between them again. 

"No. Well, actually, I kind of do. Can we Skype tomorrow instead? I'll give you the nitty-gritties then. I have to leave soon."

"Sure, fine." Chris answered not really wanting to talk about her upcoming date.

"Anything new with you guys?"

"No. We can catch up tomorrow. Chris has a date later tonight too." Josh beamed. He had been trying to get Chris to wingman him on girls for a while. 

"Shut-up, man." Chris pushed the guys over. "We'll talk to you tomorrow Val. Just so you know, though, we're going to have to approve any guy you date. If it wasn't so soon, we'd be driving to meet him at your door."

"Would you bring your shot gun too?" Valerie chuckled as Chris nodded so seriously. 

"And we'd sit out front all night drinking beer until he brought you home," Josh added. Valerie sighed. She missed the guys. Seeing them on holidays and a few minutes of Skype wasn't enough. "What's his name?"

"Linus."

"Linus?" Josh and then Tim broke out in cahoots. "He must have a massive-"

"Seriously?" Chris pushed them over harder this time. He and Valerie both rolled their eyes at the others' joke about the euphemism.

Tim finally stopped laughing enough to say goodbye.

"Bye, Val. Don't have too much fun tonight. Call us if you need us. I mean it." 

"We all do. New York isn't that far away." Chris half mumbled. The screen blinked off back to the homepage. Valerie exhaled slowly realizing how lonely she really was. Maybe some time with Linus was exactly what she needed. 

*******

Valerie was punctual and strode into the class. A few students looked up with questioning glances from their sewing but most remained focused on their projects. Jacque's stylist was waiting in the back room. She had long, white blonde hair that wrapped in a high pony tail and fell a few inches above her ass. Her pants, corset, and heels were all leather. She couldn't have screamed dominatrix any louder unless she audibly did so. Maybe Jacque...? We'll everyone likes their own level of kink. Jacque had met a good number of people in his career. Coincidence might be that she was just the best, dominatrix or not. After playing with Valerie's hair for a few minutes, she stomped off and howled for Jacque. They argued behind the door before she returned smiling sweetly. 

"Jacque would have me ruin my art by putting your hair up. We're going to chop off an inch and then curl all of it to look seductively yummy." Her smile was so wicked and creepy, Valerie zipped her mouth and nodded in agreement instead of replying that she would rather have her hair in an up-do. When makeup was thoroughly applied and hair was ironed in soft, long ringlets, Valerie could hardly recognize herself. She thanked and hugged her talented dominatrix stylist and ran out to find Jacque. A couple of her classmates were still working on their projects past class time when she appeared. They didn't recognize her at first, but Valerie heard their whispers when she went into Jacque's office. 

"Wow." Jacque whistled. "Monica was right. Leaving it down was the way to go. You look stunning."

"Thank you."

"You are certainly welcome. If my dress doesn't turn her head, then your beauty certainly will. I can't tell you how important your confidence and grace is tonight though. All I need you to do is be the charming person I know you are at dinner. Maybe walk around the restaurant to dance or use the ladies room as well. The more you walk in the dress, the more my friend will notice."

"How will she know it's yours?"

"You leave that to me. I just want you to have fun tonight. Bring the clothes you're wearing and leave them in your car. I'll meet you before you leave to retrieve the dress and let you know how we did. Here-" Jacques unzipped a garment bag and handed a strapless, pastel peach charmeuse dress over to her. Valerie held it in front of her for Jacque and looked down. The dress swept across the bust and swept over and out from her hips. Her curves would be flaunted especially with a wide sash below the bust and a big bow above her romp. 

"Ohhh, Jacque. It's beautiful. If the guys could see me in this..."

"I think they'd be jealous of Linus tonight."

"They might, but they'd never let me out of their sight. I'd either be locked up or have a bodyguard unit sitting around me. They're a bit protective and have never ever seen me in a dress."

"What a shame. I'll give you a picture from the shoot to send to them."

"The shoot? What shoot?"

"I have a few more surprises. I want a picture of this dress for my personal portfolio. Since you're wearing it tonight, you will model it for me. But first, you need shoes and a few accessories." He handed her stud diamond earrings and shoes. When they were on, he motioned for her to spin. He placed a necklace around her neck and clasped it shut. "This is an Art Deco piece with Amazonite diamond shaped stones in sterling frames. It's a rather unique piece that I picked up a few years ago. This shade of green will compliment the peach well." 

"I love it. I feel like Cinderella tonight." Jacque chuckled. 

"The shoes are yours to keep instead, but everything else comes back to me at the end of the night. Come. We have a photo shoot and then you need to go meet Linus."

Valerie was glad she had practiced walking in higher heels. Her walk to the camera area already set up was a bit stiff, but she managed to follow direction and relax. Linus walked in halfway through. His grin lit up his face and forced his two dimples to appear. He wasn't so bad looking himself. He had shaved his goatee away but still looked stunningly masculine. His black hair, green eyes, and tanned body contrasted well with the tux he wore. 

"Valerie, I hope you don't mind. I called Linus while you got started and asked him to come in for the shoot." 

At first, modeling with Linus seemed awkward. She had only modeled a few items of her own a few times for class. Even then, she didn't have her face anywhere the frame to worry about how her feelings came across. After a few takes, Linus began to take control. He brushed his fingertips across her face, neck, collarbone, and down her arm. Valerie forgot the shoot and closed her eyes to the sensations of his gentle touches. When Jacque told them he had the shots he wanted, she wasn't quite ready for the shoot to end. Linus kissed her palm and led her from the university to his car. 

*****

Linus helped Valerie down from the car. They'd both been nervous and attempted at small talk on the short drive over. Having her sit alone with him looking so feminine and vulnerable drove him insane with need. 

"I knew I would owe Jacque for this date, but that dress... Well, now I really owe him big time. I don't think I've ever seen anything prettier in my life." 

"If you'd like I can tell Jacques you'd like one in your size," she teased. 

"Now that would be a sight, and somehow I don't think "pretty" would be how anyone would describe that view. 

"No?"

"Absolutely not. Ready?" They stood in front of the front of restaurant. Nerves bubbled up in Valerie. She had never been inside. The restaurant was too expensive and too exceptional to visit without a date or a proper reason. 

"I think so..."

"You'll be great. You look so great that Jacque's friend would have to be blind not to see you. You have me to help you too." Linus leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. Valerie became increasingly aware of her inability to ignore their chemistry together.

Inside, as hard as Valerie tried not to stare at all of the exquisite woodwork and chandeliers, she tried even harder not to stare at every woman wondering which one might be Jacque's friend. A hostess appeared and guided them still holding hands to the table. Valerie remembered to walk with a confident air and hoped her body did the same. Just as she thought she was out of the clear, a gentleman thrust his chair into the isle in front of her. She managed somehow to swing her body around the chair but lost footing as she whimpered in embarrassment. Linus felt the pull on his arm as she fell and managed to catch her before she hit the marble floor. One hand caught in between her thighs somehow while the other caught her shoulder and then neck as his hand slid. Her cheeks were flushed. Lifting her, he set her down in front of him and brushed her skirt down for her not thinking of the intimacy of the act. Valerie slapped his hand away and turned to finish the ten feet left of trek left to their table. 

"Valerie, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to help."

"Thank you for catching me. At least I don't have a bruise and dirt to add the fuck up that I am," she whispered clutching back tears that threatened to spill at any moment. 

A waiter appeared with a wine bottle Jacque must have approved. Linus tasted the wine and nodded to the waiter.

"We don't know that she saw. Jacque would be disappointed if we left now. I can half carry you to the bathroom if you want a moment to breathe." 

"No. I'm alright. I'll hide behind a menu for a minute if you don't mind." Linus reached across the table with his palm open. Valerie reluctantly put her hand in his. 




Delicious Bet



"I promise I wasn't trying anything funny right here in the restaurant. I honestly forgot where we were and was just trying to help." Valerie offered a slight upturn of one side of her mouth. "Forgive me?"

"Yeah, I forgive you. Can we start over? Dressing up and trying to impress really isn't me, especially on a first date. Honestly, beer and pizza sounds so good right now."

"That's my girl." Valerie's eyes grew wide and big. "Ehrm... I mean..." She laughed at him and squeezed his hand. "So much for starting over." 

"It' okay. So, Linus, how long have you been a model for Jacque? No offense, but you don't seem like the fashion designer type."

"That would be because I'm not. I was in his office finishing some of my own homework during your first week of class. We made a bet. If he won, I had to model for your class anytime he needed me for a year. I lost that bet. I'm actually working on my masters for electrical engineering over at NYU Poly."

"Holy cow. Time out." He chuckled. "How do you know Jacque so well?"

"He's my uncle."

"Uncle?" She tried the word out slowly and took a sip of wine. "Uncle Jacque."

"Actually, he's Uncle J to most of us." Valerie almost choked on her wine.

"Interesting. So you're an uber nerd, then? What was the bet?"

The waiter chose that moment to ask for their order. After hearing the seared salmon on cedar log special, Linus goes with the special with an added salad. The waiter turned to Valerie.

"I'll have the same as Linus." The waiter gathered their menus and disappeared again. "You're not getting off that easy. The bet?"

"The bet was that you would ask this uber nerd out on a date." His cheeks flushed. Valerie's jaw dropped stunned. 

"Why?" 

He shrugged. "I thought you were cute and thought I was the bomb.com back then. Let's just say between the lost bet and trying to be Jacque's model I've been duly humbled."

"Linus." He glared into his wine. "Linus," she said a bit more earnestly and he looked up. "I'm sorry. I lost my father a few days after school started. I wouldn't have gone on a date with Gene Kelly if he had risen from the grave and asked me." 

"I wish I had known. I might have been a little more tactful and comforting."

"Not sure this helps, but I don't remember you trying. I must have been really feeling blue to ignore you." 

Linus stood from the table and smoothed his jacket. Then, he held out his hand. Valerie looked at him downcast. 

"Our food isn't even here. Please, we can't leave yet." He laughed heartily.

"No we can't, but I promised my uncle a dance and a longer one if I let you fall at all." As she stood and took his hand, she pinched his ass covertly. 

"Cheeky boy," she whispered, "you could've just asked me for a dance." Linus folded her into his arms when they reached the dance floor. Linus nudged her ear with his nose and breathed in her sweet scent, sweet champagne and honeysuckle. Valerie closed her eyes and laid her head in between his neck and shoulder, focusing only on his breath, his heart, and his touch. 

"Are you missing out on your three delicious men?"

Valerie laughed. "Maybe that was cruel. I want you to meet them sometime soon. That is if..." She trailed off mumbling.

The song ended and he tipped her chin to gaze down into her eyes. "Of course I want to meet them. His grin widened. "I think."

"They did say they'd be home waiting with a shot gun." He looked at her worriedly. 

"Uncles? Brothers? I'm not sure I'd call my uncles and brothers delicious though."

"No. They are guy friends but they're more like brothers-"

"- that are delicious?" 

"I was trying to make you jealous."

"Task succeeded." He thumbed her bottom lip gently and kissed the top of her head. "Let's go eat."

The food was marvelous. Valerie almost made the comment describing the food as delicious but caught herself ahead of time. The waiter appeared after they finished eating and said that the check was already taken care of and that a couple would like to join them. Linus nodded to the waiter and muttered, "Jacque," to Valerie who nodded her head understanding. A few minutes later, Jacque appeared with a lady wrapped in a scarlet dress hanging on his arm. Linus and Valerie stood to greet her.

"Kathryn Peters," Jacque announced her name, "I would like to introduce you to the elegant Valerie Hughes and my nephew Linus Doddridge. This is the fashion designer that I wanted to impress."

"And you did, darling. That dress is stunning. You wear it so well, Valerie. Jacque tells me you are one of the best design students he has ever had. This is quite impressive coming from Jacque."

"Thank you both." Valerie smiled sweetly.

"Unfortunately, I cannot stay and chat. I do have an intern position as my assistant open starting in two weeks. I must admit, I was not sure that you had the grace Jacque promised me when you fell so clumsily, but your walk and dance afterwards assured me of the slight mishap. Jacque has an envelope detailing my expectations. If you would like the job, call the number listed on Monday." 

"Of course. You will hear from me early on Monday." They shook hands and hers glided to Linus's as well. 

"Enjoy the rest of your weekend," Kathryn sang. Jacque winked at them and, taking her arm, escorted her out. 

Valerie sat back down completely stunned. "Did you know?"

Linus shook his head in bewilderment. "I knew nothing. This is all Jacque. He must really like you. Explains the dress."

"What do you mean?"

"Jacque hasn't handmade his own design in ages. 

When Jacque returned to the table a few minutes later, Valerie half jumped on him and gave each of his cheeks a kiss. Jacque took out silver envelope from his jacket and laid it on the table for Valerie. Seeing a waiter, he calls him over and tells him to bring a brownie a' la mode for the couple to share and a bottle of wine to carry out as memory of their celebration. 

"Also, in memory of our celebration, is that dress, my dear. I've never had a more diligent or talented student and I'd like you to keep it."

"Thank you, Jacque. I'm not even sure I have the words..." She stood and kissed his cheek again and wiped a tear that threatened to fall. 

"See Linus?" Jacque pointed to his cheek. "I may get more action than you tonight." All three laughed. 

"Oh bloody ha ha, Uncle J." He kissed Valerie's hand. "I'm so proud of you, but I may have to steal at least one more kiss than you give my uncle just for say so. On second thought, kiss his cheek all you like." He raised an eyebrow over to Jacque who was studying them intently. Jacque stood and ruffled his nephew's hair as the waiter appeared with dessert. "I expect you'll be no less than a perfect gentleman to her."

"Yes, Sir." 

"Congratulations, Valerie. I'll see you on Monday. Don't hesitate to get in touch with me through Linus if you have any questions before you call." He pointed to the silver envelope and left before she could offer another round of gratitude. 

Still holding her hand, Linus traced the lines of her palm and kissed as each line led off her hand. Valerie shivered with arousal. Her palm apparently held tight strings to her sex.

They each ate a few bites of their dessert in silence. Valerie looked up to Linus and licked a bit of ice cream from her lip. Linus grinned, stood taking the wine the waiter had packaged for them, and offered his arm to escort her home. The drive to Valerie's was as silent as eating their brownie a' la mode. Valerie laid her hand on Linus's thigh, and Linus had covered it with his own messaging each finger, bone, and wrist. When the car stopped, Valerie was all but panting for more. 

Linus got out of the car, opened her car door, and walked her to her front step. 

"Can we have dinner again on Sunday?"

"Maybe. I'll have to check my schedule." Linus pushed his lips together flat. Valerie nudged him with her shoulder. "Of course I want to do dinner again. You just took all the fun out of me making you suffer. I had a great time with you." Linus still just shrugged his shoulders. "Whoa. Where is that confident, sexy man I was with earlier?"

"You think I'm sexy?" 

Finally, a smirk! "Yeah, I think I do."

"You weren't too sure last Tuesday." 

"I also made an effort to make you jealous last Tuesday. Look, let's have dinner this Sunday, but this time let's just have pizza and beer. No dresses or tux or photo shoots. Then I can kick your ass in a board game or something else uber nerdy. 

"Uber nerdy?" 

"I happen to like uber nerds. Sexy, uber nerds especially." 

Linus kissed the hand he was holding while looking into her eyes, those cobalt blue eyes. For Valerie, his reflected raw need and passion only for her. He kissed her cheek gently and then went a little more roughly for the curve of her neck. While he was working his way down her neck, Valerie clung to his biceps and relaxed into his attention. Once he hit her collarbone, Linus breathed in and out just once before placing one more kiss on her cheek and stepping away. He walked backwards down the steps still staring at her before he trotted away. 

Valerie finally found her breath once he opened his car door. She spun around and walked inside. What was that? "He should've just kissed me." Falling back against her door, she plopped down and tried to calm herself. Sunday could not come soon enough. Minutes later after hanging her dress and washing off the make up, she slid between her sheets alone looking out her window. She could hear the cicadas screeched and frogs bellowing. Her neighbor's light was on upstairs, but then eventually someone turned it off. The electric from Linus's hands, his lips, still circuited through her though. Her phone vibrated in her purse. Digging through the dark, she found and opened the text message. 

Chris: How'd it go? Want to talk? 

She hit his call button and waited. 

"Val? How'd your date go?"

"It...it was great. How about yours?" 

"Mine was okay. Tim and Lucy actually dragged her in for a double date. I really like her, but her feelings aren't exactly returned. She was actually girly though and, uhh, I don't know. It's new territory. 

"Mine's a nerd, but he adores me I think. I think I really like him too." Valerie sauntered over to her window and looked out. "Hey Chris? I gotta go."

"Thanks for calling me, Val. It feels good to just tell someone."

"Yeah, same here. I think I might need to bring this one for the shot gun committee. See you soon?"

Chris laughed. "If he's brave enough. See you soon."

She threw her phone in her purse and pulled a robe on her closely naked body. It couldn't be, could it? She ran down the steps. The music from cicadas and frogs burst forth even louder when her door swung open. Barefoot, Valerie pranced down the path to a car door, Linus's car door. He sat there in the dark rubbing his eyes and firmly messaging his face. She giggled and knocked hard on his window. She giggled harder when she saw him jump a few inches. He hurriedly unbuckled himself and open the car door. Linus spun her around, pressing her up against the side of his car. He placed both hands around her neck and face. Veronica felt his erection press against her robed belly. 

"Can I-" 

Veronica pulled his white dress shirt forward and placed her lips on his before he could finish his question. His hands run through her hair, down her back, tug on her ass, and work their way back up to her face. Veronica's knees buckle, and she about slid down against the car. 

"Sorry. I told myself I would leave when you got inside. And then again when your lights go off. And then, I just couldn't. I should've asked to kiss you the moment we got back in the car outside the restaurant. I don't think I could have functioned the next two days." He combed his fingers through her hair and kissed her again, slow this time but still deep and passionate. 

Veronica's fingers reached for the edge of his pants when he finally broke the kiss. She dipped them inside moving his shirt and feeling the flesh of his lower abs. "Linus, my perfect gentleman wouldn't pass up another opportunity to please me." Her hand moved to the warmth of his cock, so hard and vein pulsed. Linus takes a sharp intake of breath before he moves her onto the hood of his car. He presses her flat and grinds into her sex while he kisses her neck hungrily. 

"Please, please, let's go inside." Linus groaned but picked her up so that she straddled him and made it through the front door to the steps behind it. Veronica whipped the sash of her robe away and arched back against the carpeted stairs. Linus took the hint and trailed his kisses down her cleavage while one hand unlatched the back clasp of her bra. The bra fell away down the steps. Linus licked the flesh of one breast avoiding the nipple before he moved to the other. His tongue skid down her sternum to her navel ring to swirl against it and moved back up. This time he latched onto her left nipple sucking and pulling hard. Veronica, feeling heady, reached down to his cock and pressed it against her pussy even harder. Crying out, she grabbed into Linus's hair and guided him down to her panties. He didn't tease. He pulled her panties just far enough down to put his head through to her clit. His hands travel up and down her lush thighs and grab hold of her thin waist.

"I've wanted to find out what you taste like all night." He breathes his warmth on her opening her lips with one two fingers. "All year." He licked once lightly and then dove his tongue into her. "So good. So fucking good," he murmured. Tingles went out from Valerie's sex out to her limbs. She moaned. "Like honey." Valerie pulled on his hair guiding him to her clit. Her head fell back again and she dug her fingers into the carpet. Linus flicked, kissed, and licked her clit until the bud was ready. He inserted one and then two fingers. Valerie wiggled with pleasure and felt her edge waving. Kicking the stairs she propelled herself upwards a few steps.

"Oh no, come back here. Come for me, Valerie." He inserted a third finger and pumps in and out while sucking on her clit. Three fingers of his other hand worked their way to her other hole and pressed down firmly against it. "Fly for me," he grumbled on her clit. 

"Linus!" His name screamed from her lips as she withered against his touch. 

He gathered her around his hips and carried her the rest of the way upstairs to the bedroom. His name on her lips only incite his lust for more. More of her honey, her sweetness, her own raw need for him. "Linus, take me. Take me, please." He drove into her to the hilt and paused to relish the feeling of her pussy embracing his cock. His mouth moved back to hers and her small, vulnerable neck. He thrust rhythmically as her hips bounced up to meet his. "Deeper," she shrieked. 

He pushed in with more force and let out a primal roar. He grabbed her hands and locked them in his above her head. Giving in to his control, his needs, she eased herself into his pattern. "Come one more," he grunted. With one hand taking control over her wrists, he moved the other one down to her clit. The burn became intense and Valerie let loose to the wave of her orgasm. Feeling her spasm around him was enough to send Linus over the edge. "Val!" He dove his head into the space between her neck and shoulder as he pumped his seed into her. Linus held himself up on his elbows miraculously while he found his bearings again. 

"Fuck, Val. Condom." He manage to sputter. Valerie pulled his neck in for a quick kiss. 

"I get the shot."

Linus rolled to the side and pulled her onto his chest tight in his arms. "Mine." Valerie snuggled him tighter and licked his nipple. "I want to be the only man you ever call delicious again." Valerie laughed. 

"Just the fact that I want you to meet them means the same thing. Please don't tell them I called them that. They'll never let me live it down."

Linus grumbled. "I'll never let you live it down. You'll be punished for the rest of your life, little fashion lady."

"How old are you?"

"You say it like I'm ancient. I'm twenty four."

"I didn't mean it like that." Val slapped his shoulder and yawned. "I turn twenty two next month. Most think I'm younger, because I changed schools."

"Do you miss it?"

"No. I miss the guys though. We were friends growing up but grew close when we rented a house together."

"Ah. That explains a ton. Val, I really like you."

Silence. 

"Val? 

Linus moved her gently to spoon her and kissed her shoulder. He brought a sheet up over their shoulders nuzzling into her scent and warmth.

*****

Val awoke and instantly put her hand out feeling for Linus. 

"Sorry, I don't sleep much and didn't want to wake you." Linus sat in a chair across the room drinking coffee. "Want some?" Valerie mumbled something about morning people and accepted a coffee. "I also found some fruit in your fridge." She managed to eat a strawberry before he kissed her morning breath and she drifted back to sleep clutching his hand. After a while of studying her, he kissed her forehead. 

"Hey beautiful, I know you're not quite awake yet. Can we still do dinner tomorrow night? I have to go. I'm supposed to meet my sister and her kids for a birthday party in an hour."

"That depends" she replied groggily. 

"On what?" 

"I want one more kiss." He smiled wide and leaned in. She rubbed his chest, and he climbed on top of her exploring the kiss. He stopped and laughed. 

"If I don't go, my niece and nephew are going to wonder why I'm so dressed up for their party. And word will probably get around to Jacque that I never went home." She gave him a quick kiss on his stubbled chin and swatted his ass. "Go. I'll see you tomorrow night. Beer and pizza?" He nodded.

"and Linus-"

"Yeah?"

"Thank Jacque for me. I'm glad you lost that delicious bet."

His lips smashed into hers.

The End.



Delicious Blowjob



My lover and I were naked in a public hot tub at a swing club. Feelings between us were a bit frayed as we had just had an emotionally-charged discussion on the drive there. We had not yet re-established our amazing physical/mental connection. We had joined this club, a well-known destination swing resort six months before and had had some fun, interesting, as well as painful encounters. We were still relative 'newbies.'

While in the tub, we were joined by another couple. She had short, pixie-like hair, pleasant smile, and a slim body. I glanced at her male partner only briefly; enough to notice he also had a lean build and friendly face.

We chatted superficially, about mundane things such as where they were from (Victoria, B.C.) and how long they had been members (a few years.) As we conversed, my guy got up out of the tub to sit on the edge facing the couple across the tub from us. I sat in the warm tub, my arm and face resting on his left knee. His soft cock looked sweet and warm and lovely. I began to get ideas...

...at the same time he did. "Should I?" I asked him. 

"It's up to you," he answered. I thought to myself...why not? It had been a few weeks since we had had any encounters with other couples. I began teasing him visually by slowly opening my mouth and holding out my tongue as I crouched at his knee. We all watched his cock grow hard at the sight of my willing mouth. His lovely, lovely cock began to dance with my outstretched tongue. His cock, when fully erect, is perfectly shaped but above average in length, and is exceptionally thick. 

I then began tenderly, lovingly sucking and tonguing his cockhead, then with my wet tongue licked along the bottom length of his hard shaft. I alternated this with cupping and flicking his balls with my tongue. I gently sucked each ball into my mouth, and with light suction pulled back until it popped out from between my moist lips.

My movements were slow and languid, but enthusiastically noisy and wet. I adored his swollen cockhead with my tongue, then deeply sucked him in and purring, looked up to watch him watch me. I varied my movements, aware of the throbbing pulse of his very hard cock in my mouth. I went as deeply as I could, shaking my head to take him in deeper, my hands on his knees at times to give him his favorite sensation of a 'no-hands 'b.j.' I loved to hear his breathing catch, then quicken. I could hear the couple begin to react, moving to position themselves better and remarking how erotic it was to watch. 

"Wow," said the man, "this is the most delicious blowjob I believe I've ever seen."

After ten minutes of watching us, the female half of the couple finally slid over and asked if I would like some help. I looked up at my guy to request the permission I knew I would get. She then very gracefully joined me side by side at his knees as we seamlessly took turns sucking, tonguing, licking his balls, taking him in deeply, hungrily, wetly.

"Mmmmmm," my man moaned, watching us lick and suck, alternating mouths on his now-throbbing cock and balls, which had tightened into their sac. He looked down on our two heads, one blonde, and one brunette and as I looked up at him he closed his eyes in the pleasure of the sensation that two mouths were giving him. 

The other woman and I lavished attention on him as though we were an experienced team. I was generous with my sharing of his beautiful cock and she was bold in her acceptance of the offering. I noticed that my pussy, as always when I suck him off, had begun to swell and grow slick. 

The male half of the couple, watching avidly, remarked that my guy seemed to have won the lottery that day. My man opened his eyes and agreed. I looked up at him once more to find him watching, his breathing catching and quickening...

But because there was another male to attend to, we slowed our actions.

"Who's next?" I called out playfully, intending to give the other male some of our shared talents. I turned around, and was surprised to discover that three additional men had joined the tub while I had been so preoccupied. They all leapt up hopefully as the other couple and my man laughed in amusement at my complete focus. 

I adore cock but am hopelessly addicted to his. 



Delicious Communion



You have to understand this: despite my lover's sexuality and beauty, she tends to hide her light under a bushel in public. She rarely wants her physical appearance to be the center of attention. 

It's a long story as to why this is so, and perhaps that's a story for another time. Suffice it to say that she reminds me of a line from the movie, Moulin Rouge: 

'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved in return.' 

So, I work hard to teach her this great thing, to please her with subtle hints and praise, telling her how nicely a dress suits her, or telling her how much I love the blonde highlights she's had done that day. 

She will only wear a low, low cut blouse for me on a night out when she wears a jacket to keep the chill off her shoulders. In this way, she secretly wears the blouse underneath for me alone, cleavage heaving underneath the jacket. 

While, in its way, this thrills us both, I wouldn't mind being able to openly gaze and admire my lover's charms, yet, she will always bear the shadow of doubt implied by my open admiration, so certain she is that she cannot possibly be the cause of real sensual devotion. 

How can I make her believe that although she is not physical perfection, she is more than enough to strike the flint, to kindle the fires in my heart and my loins, and thus she may as well be perfection to me?

When I do chance to spy her nakedness in our busy life at home, she will sometimes tuck herself up and holler at me for staring and verbally praising her lusciousness. Yet, once we are in bed and warmed up good and plenty, she loosens up naturally and nakedness is no longer a problem. Under the cover of the privacy of the bedroom, as you will plainly see, she has no qualms at all. This brings me to a rare moment that is the subject of this story, this scene...

*

I had lain down in our bed to rest for a minute or two and soon was napping. Drowsily I came awake to hear whispered humming from the walk-in closet. She must have just gotten home from work to change, I thought, half dreaming. 

Then I glimpsed her nakedness through the crack in the partially closed closet doors, her milky white skin shining in the closet light's glare. From my position there on the bed, I had the rare chance to ogle my lover as she moved about, unaware of my admiring gaze. It was as if I were seeing her anew. 

I saw her large breasts bared without thought, and watched as they bounced with her steps. Her areolas were big and pink. Her coloring all blended with her lovely auburn hair: deep brown eyes, white skin, pink nips, and auburn pubic hair adorning her reddish pussy.

She bent over to pick something up from the floor and I was privy to her glorious pussy lips, long and outsized, hanging down like thick wings of a butterfly. I imagined sucking on these for hours. By now, my cock was getting quite hard and putting wicked thoughts into my head.

She slowly sauntered out of the closet, still humming, still sweetly nude. Her glorious breasts swayed and jiggled with each move. Through half-closed eyes I watched every nuance of her sensuousness that seemed to flow from every step - her full hips, the curve of her back, the bounce of her fine ass. This woman was all mine. I loved it!

I felt a stirring in my loins that went deeper than the roots of my cock. This was a full body rush. The moment was a creation of wonder. 

Without a word or thought I stood and followed her, embracing her as she stood at the mirror applying creamy makeup remover. I kissed the luscious nape of her neck, caressing her thighs then her sweet ass cheeks. Her sexy humming stopped and a delightful squeal escaped her lusty lips. My hands moved slowly up her torso to knead her pendulous breasts, something I know she loves. 

I moved on to her large areolas and nipples, stroking them until they began to bunch and harden. Playfully, she slapped my hand, yet knowing I would not be deterred.

Before things got too far, I told her I had to pee. As I turned to the toilet and pulled out my hardened cock, it took a bit for the stream to start flowing. When it did, I felt her behind me. She peeked over my shoulder, her hands on my butt cheeks.

"Stop or I'll get too hard to finish," I said laughingly. 

Instead of stopping, she placed her left hand over mine as it held my cock. She ignored my plea and continued to grip my hand while I continued my business, watching with curious interest as my yellow stream gushed into the toilet. Her right hand stroked my right ass cheek.

"My, my honey, you got yourself a handful there, umm?" she murmured, pressing her head against my arm.

I nodded in agreement. 

As I began to finish, she nudged her hand underneath mine and held my cock as I peed. 

"So this is how that rocket feels when you pee," she said with a quiet, growling mew. 

I could feel my cock respond in the grip of her womanly touch, her fingernails painted bright red curling around my thick shaft. Her luscious breasts were pressing my back, her hardened nipples poking into me with turgid intent. She even pulled my foreskin back, shook my cock and queried, "All done?"

I turned my head and said in a throaty, sex-deepened voice, "Hardly." 

Next thing I knew, she nimbly ripped some toilet paper from the roll and dried off the end of my dick.

"I love a salty dog as much as the next, but let's not go overboard," she said with a wicked smile on her face. She winked at me, her hand locked on my cock.

She led me to the bed by my rock hard cock and in a timeless choreography she nudged me so I backed onto the bed. She quickly lay beside me and gazed at my 'rocket' wickedly, and then with both hands she grabbed my cock with one at the base of the long shaft and the other fondling my helmeted head. 

"Takes two hands to handle a whopper," she said knowingly, then smiled and began her ministrations. 

She used her left hand to hold the base of my shaft like a cock ring to keep me turgid. She used her right to explore the length of my shaft and the head with ever increasing squeezes and strokes to the upper part of my hard length. This served to pump up my dick until veins along the shaft bulged and the head began to swell and redden like a ripened plum.

Next, she licked the head, rimmed the crown with long, hard strokes with her stiff tongue and flicked at the Y junction that she knew would curl my toes instantly. She kept this up, now pumping and stroking my cock as she did to keep it long and hard. From time to time, she would reach with her hand splayed in passion and stroke the length of my thighs, feeling the hard muscles of my quads. 

At this, she moaned and her ministrations quickened. She cupped my balls in her left hand as if to reassure herself of the heft she knew was there, and then tugged on them the way I love - careful but not too. She reapplied herself to licking my cock shaft, even sucking on it sideways from the base upwards while licking at the same time! She spent time on each rivulet of vein, following one down and another up, seeming to draw them to the surface like tiny ropes.

Only then did she take me in her mouth, sucking the large head as her cheeks hollowed and she gazed deeply into my eyes. A smile worked its way around her full mouth and lips. Now, she took in half my cock, closed her eyes and headed with her lips to the base, stifling her gag reflex as my cock head touched the back of her throat. 

Once she had me hard enough and big enough to her satisfaction, she eyed me with lustful abandonment then drew back, releasing my swollen cock from her mouth.

"I'm going to ride you like a bitch in heat," she said with a gleam in her eye.

"My thoughts exactly," I said as she mounted astride me and guided my dick to her hot pussy. "You know what I love." 

First, she teased herself by rubbing her labia wings and clit with my now engorged head and soon found herself nearly coming. 

"Not yet. Not like that," she whispered, and guided the full head inside herself, dropping onto the nicely thickened shaft. 

"Ohh," she exclaimed with a throaty cry as she felt me hit her cervix. 

She settled some, and wriggled her bottom until she felt things were just right. Then she used her hips in a gliding motion to fuck me in a steady, sensual rhythm, her white orbs dangling above me - a temptation no man could resist! 

Her dark pink, cup-sized areolas shrank and wrinkled, gathering up her nipples into hardened bunches. I eased up and took each in my mouth in turn, giving oral supplication like a starving infant. At first I suckled with both hands on a single breast to guide the nipple to its haven of warmth. My tongue next circled round and round each nipple, then licked each one back and forth, on and on. I used my hands to continue kneading her breasts, then to pull and squeeze her nipples.

Suddenly, she began to buck wildly in response to my ministrations. I urged her on. 

"That's right baby, fuck me!" 

This spurred her to even newer heights, and all the while I had remained still, letting her have this moment of glory on top, impaled on my swollen manhood, gliding and bucking us to sensational heights. Now, placing my hands on her ass, I began to thrust upward with my hips to begin my turn of fucking her from below.

As my strokes quickened, I began to suck and nibble each nipple in turn on each up stroke. As I tired slightly, I lay back and she took over once again with her nimble gliding fuck. Not as much traction, but it still kept the fires blazing. She arched her back, then reached behind with her left hand and felt for my cock and balls, leaning round so she was able to gather my large balls and tug and pull. 

"Love your balls baby, so full for me. Gonna fill me with your gism?" 

I grunted my assent. 

Satisfied, she went back to her gliding fuck.

This spurred her to more gyrations on my cock, mixing the gliding motion with bucking up and down, finally settling back on her rhythm glide. All the time, her pendulous breasts were bouncing, flapping and slapping her torso - and each other on occasion when she really got going. As I looked at her I could see she was consumed by lust; her eyes were unfocused, her lips swollen, her face flushed. 

Finally, as her breasts flashed furiously, she gathered one breast in the crook of her arm as she reached across and cupped the other, rolling her eyes at me as if to say it was a bit too much for her tender, sensitive breasts. I kissed the air at each of her breasts, then one directed at her lips. She just nodded breathlessly as our movements in unison continued.

As I took my turn next, fucking her from beneath, I quickened the pace and rammed my cock even harder. This caused a chain reaction and she began to sense her come, throwing back her head and opening her mouth as a stream of obscenities and cries escaped her lips. 

"Yes, fuck me you stud, oh, god yes... Harder, harder, fuck me harder with your dick... Oh, baby, your cock... Fuck, fuck yes, ohh, ahhh!" 

She squealed and screamed as her eyes rolled back in her head. 

I kept up a finishing stroke rhythm and slowed to a stop as she came on top of me. She collapsed down on me while I made sure to stay inside her firmly pressed against her pubis as even now gentle shudders rolled through her body. I rolled over until I was now on top, never pulling out.

I kissed her all over; covering her like a stallion covers and mounts a mare. We rested for but a moment and then, like a phoenix rising, I began a slow fucking pace, in and out, in and out, making sure to stroke the full length of my cock. 

"You didn't come?" she cried, pleasantly surprised to feel me still moving inside her. 

She murmured soft at first, urging me on again and again. I just kept fucking her, now determined to fuck her as long as I could without stopping. She soon was back into it as my length was drenched in her womanly cum when my curved cock had done its job by hitting her G spot with my swollen cock head. 

"Oh god, you're so thick, so big, yes... Fuck - me - hard, make me cum again and again," she rambled in her horny ecstasy. 

Now as I stroked her, on every third or fourth stroke I would ream her hard and fast. I bent down and sucked on her nipples, then licked round and round the nipple as before and flicked hard with my tongue. She wiggled underneath me in response. I kept fucking her hard, alternating the rhythm and the angle of my strokes to hit her pussy and clit all over. She had a series of mini orgasms, giving us both ever deepening satisfactions.

I continued fucking her harder, deeper and faster until I was in that super phase of blurred action. Soon I could feel my balls tighten and my ass muscles grip, and my thrusts went into overdrive as I began to come hard and long. I groaned with the effort.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I bellowed in a conquering voice as I filled her with a load of cum, spurt, after spurt. 

Steadily, I kept fucking, stroking and milking us both for every second of delicious aftermath.

I pulled out and a small river of love juices drizzled out of her pussy. 

Without hesitation, I scooted back until my face could reach her pussy and I could gaze at her lovely, swollen pussy lips. I had always loved the extra large folds of her labia that draped around her pussy, and now I pulled them out to their majestic fullness, like big butterfly wings. I twirled them between my thumb and fingers and watched as her back arched and she thrust her pussy forward. 

Then I licked them - sucked on them into my mouth like tiny ball sacs, drawing them into my mouth with building frenzy, tasting her gushed love juices and my own gism as they became one. 

She let out a sudden groan. 

"Ohhhh, baby!" 

She bucked against my tongue in a mock fucking motion and so I fucked her greedily with my hardened tongue until she came again in shudders that rippled down her body, moaning sounds that were sweet as honey in the throes of her final coming. I had lost count of the number of orgasms she'd enjoyed, and felt a rush of something like a wave of emotion rising from within me, knowing the pleasure I'd given her. 

I crawled up to her mouth and kissed her, returning the tastes of our love juices to her lips. She could only smile and groan as we kissed passionately, our love-making over for now. 

I whispered to her as I held her close. 

"I love you, you goddess of lust." 

For just a second, a smile flickered across her countenance, as if for once she'd take the compliment into her heart. But at the last moment the smile faded and she took on a look of impatience and playfully slapped my shoulder.

"Shoot! Goddess of lust? Get real."

She laughed. 

I sighed and rolled over, thinking perhaps she was right. Perhaps she knows I'm a line of bullshit just geared to set her up for further seduction. I wondered then: is that such a bad thing? 

Yet, within my heart of hearts, I saw her as the actress on the swing in Moulin Rouge, still struggling to believe she was worthy of true love and admiration, still reeling from the hardships of life, striving to learn and accept the one great thing: of loving and being loved in return. 

SxRx

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Delicious Delicates



This is a squeaky clean story, no sex. I wrote it for a Facebook group. Just thought I'd warn you.

Delicious Delicates

or

How I Spent My Summer Vacation

It is my nineteenth birthday, and I am all dressed up waiting for my date to arrive. Since I have some time, I thought I'd scribble down some notes about how I got to this night.

It all started less than a year ago when I arrived back at my parents home after College got out for the summer break. Mom told me a woman had moved in next door recently, her name was Maria Johnson. She was divorced and lived there alone. My parents were very old fashioned, and did not believe in divorce, so this was quite taboo to my mom. She was courteous, but not overly friendly to our new neighbor. I didn't give her any further thought, and called my old neighborhood buddies to get a baseball game going.

I did the usual older teenager guy things, hanging out with my buds, playing sports and mountain biking. Then one morning I went outside to sit on the back deck to drink my coffee. That's when I noticed them; shiny, brazenly colored women's underwear. Pink ones, red ones, purple ones, and even a yellow pair, all very feminine, sexy, tiny... panties! They were hanging on Ms. Johnson's clothesline, lightly blowing in the breeze. I sat there staring at them, in lust with the way the sun shone off them. At the time, I didn't know what kind of material they were made of. But I knew it wasn't the familiar cotton my underwear or my mom's plain underwear were made of. I spent all my time playing sports or mountain biking, and I was quite shy, so I didn't really date much. To put it bluntly, at eighteen I had only ever gotten to first base with girls. Yes, I was a virgin. So these beautiful, delicate, intimate pieces of female clothing that were swaying in the wind; had me mesmerized. I wanted to touch them, to feel the fabric. I actually thought about climbing the fence and taking them down from the clothesline. I quickly threw that idea out of my head. I had visions of Ms. Johnson or my mom screaming pervert or something. I went riding my mountain bike, but I couldn't get the image of those panties out of my mind. I wasn't concentrating on my riding, and crashed more than usual that day. When I got home, I ran out to the backyard to get another glimpse; but they were gone. Ms. Johnson had obviously taken her laundry inside.

All week I thought about those panties, I even found myself digging in my mom's underwear drawer. But my mom's were so boring, heck, mine were sexier than hers. I was constantly "excited;" I relieved my "excitement" every night in bed thinking of those panties. Then one night I went out to cut the grass after dinner. There they were; Ms Johnson was hanging out her laundry, including her delicious delicates. We introduced ourselves; she said there just wasn't enough time in the day for a working girl to get everything done. I clumsily nodded in agreement. She knew her laundry wouldn't dry tonight, so she was going to leave it out and bring it in after work the next day. Ms. Johnson was a beautiful woman, about thirty years old, but I wasn't really paying any attention to her or what she was saying. I was focusing on her panties that were now hanging on the line. But what she just said suddenly struck me. Her clothes would be out all night! I nearly ran over my foot several times with the lawn mower while cutting the grass because my mind kept going over my plan to possess a pair of Ms. Johnson's intimate clothing.

Midnight, finally time to carry out my plan. Everyone was asleep; at least I hoped they were. I dressed all in black, just like they did in the movies, and snuck out of the house. I climbed over the backyard fence, stealthy like a Ninja. Only problem, I wasn't a Ninja. The fence creaked and groaned, and I fell into her yard with a dull thud. I scrambled to my feet, looking around to see if anyone heard my grand entry into criminal activity. Relatively confident nobody heard me, I focused my attention on the object of interest. The forbidden fruit, those delicious red panties. I hooked my hockey stick blade on them and gave a tug. They came free, and the clothesline made a loud twanging sound as the line snapped back. I grabbed the booty and ran, pole vaulting over the fence using my hockey stick. I hit the ground, rolled, and was back on my feet without missing a beat, heading for the back door. Inside my bedroom, I shut the door and stripped to my underwear. Climbed into bed and pretended I was asleep, just in case somebody suspected anything. If anybody saw me, they would know I wasn't asleep because my heart was probably two hundred beats a minute. But I had them; I clutched them tightly in my hand. I could feel the silkiness of the panties tingling my fingers. I got "excited" again and had to calm down using the feel of the panties on my "excitement." Afterwards I hung them up on a coat hanger in the back of my closet behind some clothes, to dry out. I fell asleep very relaxed and contented.

The next morning I got dressed, grabbed my new prize, went to the bathroom and locked the door. Nervous with anticipation, I slowly slipped them over my feet and up my legs. I snuggled them over my hips and my "excitement" instantly grew, making them even tighter on my hips. I learned they were called thong panties and didn't leave anything to the imagination from behind, as I admired myself in the mirror on the bathroom door. I had to relieve my "excitement," and then I pulled my jeans on over my new red panties. I put on a t-shirt and headed out the door. I snuck a look at Ms. Johnson's clothesline; there was an obvious empty spot where the panties were hanging. I started to worry if Ms. Johnson would know I took the panties, I felt guilty. Of course I obviously felt extremely naughty of the feel of them on my skin. And the adrenalin rush I was getting because of the danger of someone finding out I'm wearing woman's panties was incredible.

I wanted to keep to myself today and enjoy my new found "excitement." Every time I looked at someone I wondered what they would think if they knew I was wearing woman's panties. That now familiar "excitement" was growing in me again. So I thought I'd turn it up a notch and went to the mall. At the mall I was really tripping, anytime someone even glanced my way, I figured they knew. Suddenly I saw a couple of my buddies heading my way. Now thinking that strangers knew what I was wearing was one thing, but the thought of my buddies knowing was too much. I turned and started to walk away, too late, I heard my name being called. I tried to ignore them, but they ran up to me. They asked me if I was deaf, why I didn't respond to them. I lied that I didn't notice them. They said they were going up to the lake for a swim and asked if I wanted to go. I made an excuse that I didn't have any swim trunks. They said not to worry about that, neither did they, skinny dipping was the word I heard. Panicking, I rattled off about a dozen excuses why I couldn't go, I almost said my dad had died and I had to go to the funeral. They asked if I was okay, because I was sweating so much and as red as a cooked lobster. I felt like I was cooked, if they found out, I would be. I told them another lie that I had to go home and do chores around the house. We said goodbye and I hurried home, "excitement" building in me the whole way. Once home I bee lined it to the bathroom and relieved myself of the "excitement" screaming to be released.

Relaxed, I went to sit on the back deck. I looked over at Ms. Johnson's clothesline, her laundry was still there. Including the bare spot where the red panties were. I started feeling super guilty of her losing a pair of panties, and wanted to do something to sort of pay for them. I noticed her grass was pretty long and decided I would cut it for her. I hurried through it so it would be done before she got home. That way she wouldn't know I did it. As I was cutting her grass, I kept thinking about wearing her panties while cutting her grass. When I was done I had to go and relieve the "tension" that had built up again. After, I wondered how expensive the panties were and if a grass cutting job would cover the cost.

The next day I had them on again, and headed out to the mall. I went into the department store and wandered through the woman's section to try and get an idea how much panties cost. A saleslady asked me if I needed any help. I nervously stuttered out "no," and beat it the heck out of there. I realized I didn't get as "excited" about wearing the panties as the day before. I figured I needed to escalate the danger level. I went home and dug through my mom's drawer and found what I was looking for, pantyhose! I stole women's clothes from my neighbor; I might as well steal them from my mom. Into the bathroom I went, and breathing hard, with my heart racing again, I began to put them on. After some frustration, I figured out how to roll them up to get them on. The feeling of the hose against my skin was electrifying. I studied myself in the mirror, with the red panties and pantyhose on; the "excitement" returned and I quickly relieved myself. Exhausted and content, I fell asleep on my bed.

I woke up to the sound of mom calling me to dinner. Once I came to my senses, I looked down at my feet and was horrified to see my feet encased in pantyhose! I completely forgot about that fact and nervously wondered if my mom looked in on me and saw them. I quickly put on a pair of socks to hide them and noticed the "excitement" was back. The thought of being discovered had pushed all the right buttons. At the table my mom asked me what I was doing in the bathroom so long. Flushed, I mumbled that I was cleaning my hands for dinner. That night in bed I relieved my "excitement" two more times. I had to relieve my "excitement" four times that day.

My buddy called the next day to see if I wanted to go mountain biking. That sounded cool to me, so I got ready. I already had my panties on, just had to put my bike shorts on. They're made of spandex and fit tightly to my body, but because of the thong panties, I didn't have to worry about panty lines. I had a great time getting adrenaline rushes from bombing down steep hills as fast as I could. The fun came to a bit of an end when my front wheel hit a rock, and I was pitched over the handlebars. I did a nice Superman through the air and landed on a bunch of rocks. I scraped myself up pretty good on my legs and arms, and opened up a big gash on my leg. My buddy came running over and said I needed to go to the emergency center to get stitches. I panicked thinking a nurse would get me to take my clothes off and see my panties. I said I didn't need stitches, a little bit of duct tape would do just fine. The blood was pouring out of my leg, my buddy told me I was crazy and demanded I go to the emergency.

At the emergency center, I got lucky because the doctor was able to stitch me up without having to remove my shorts. I was daydreaming about panties as he stitched me up, not really listening to him. He got my attention when he mentioned that if I had my legs shaved, my cuts and scraps would heel better. The scabs wouldn't form over any hair and would come off better. Now this intrigued me, not for the reasons the doctor said. I had my own reasons; they had to do with pantyhose and femininity.

That night, I removed the bandages the doctor put on and went to the bathroom. I got my razor and shaving cream, and went to work, beginning on my legs. It was a little painful around the wounds, but I managed. When I got to my groin, I hesitated, said the heck with it, and kept shaving, all the way to the hair on my head. That hair I kept. When the guys mentioned my shaved legs, I used the excuse the doctor mentioned. Plus I told them that like a swimmer in water, a shaved body cuts down on wind resistance when riding a bike. I chuckled when they fell for that load of crap.

I waited for the scabs to fall off before I put the pantyhose back on. I just didn't feel very feminine with the scabs all over my legs. I shaved before I put them on, and when I slid them up my shaved legs; wow! The "excitement" in me went ballistic. I relieved the "excitement" in the bathroom, and two more times in bed.

At the end of summer, before going back to college; I decided to go even further in my naughtiness. I did it in the bathroom before dinner. All during dinner and after while cutting the grass; I couldn't stop thinking about what I did.

By the way, Ms. Johnson didn't have to cut her grass at all that summer. Once a week she would come home after work to a freshly cut lawn. A couple more pairs of her panties mysteriously went missing also. She always hung her laundry out in the evening, and brought it in the following day after work.

After cutting the grass, I went inside, took off my grass stained sneakers, and sat down to watch television with my mom and dad. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore; the "excitement" was driving me crazy. I told my parents I was tired and went to bed early. On my bed, I took off my jeans, exposing my new bright yellow high cut panties that I traded for a lawn cutting. Even though the other party wasn't aware of the transaction; I think. Then the moment I'd been waiting for since before dinner. I removed my socks to reveal my new, glossy pink colored toe nails! I wiggled my toes and reveled in my new femininity. The "excitement" surged through my body in wave after wave of electricity. I fell asleep in a puddle of sweat, totally contented and relaxed, after relieving my "excitement" three times.

Back at college I discontinued my midnight shopping on backyard clotheslines, and built my feminine collection of clothes from purchases at the mall. At some stores; the salesladies, and salesmen, knew me by name, and helped me with my sizing and selection. Outwardly I looked like a regular guy, but all the clothes I had on were woman's clothes. Panties of course, thigh high stockings, and woman's jeans that looked similar to guys, just a lower waist. A woman's t-shirt that looked somewhat masculine and woman's sneakers.

So here I am on my nineteenth birthday, my birthday present to myself, is to go out as a complete woman with my date. I have a lovely shoulder length, brunette wig on, and just enough makeup on to look classy, not sluttish. Nice dangly earrings in my pierced earlobes. I have a red satin blouse on, and a black lacey bra underneath, stuffed with a pair of silicone breast forms. A black pleated miniskirt and nude thigh high stockings held up by a black lacey garter belt. As a memorial to my coming out, I have a pair of silk red panties on. Not Ms. Johnson's, they're long gone, worn away to shreds. Bright red nail polish on my toes, and the same color on my long glue-on finger nails. The whole ensemble toped with a sexy pair of black five inch stilettos with an ankle strap. To say that I'm "excited" is an understatement.

Finally my date arrives, and off we go for a night on the town, arm in arm. The two of us make quite a sight!



Delicious Della



Cathy Clark had recently dropped out of high-school and the pretty faced eighteen year old slender blonde girl was hanging out with some friends at the local park. One of the boys named Danny offered her a ride in his car and even let her drive. Cathy eagerly accepted and pulled over to a fast food store when instructed to do so. Danny told the girl, "Keep the motor running I'll be right out." Cathy didn't think anything of it and just waited for his return.

In a few minutes Danny was running to the car shouting, "Take off Cathy and drive fast back to the park." Cathy was puzzled but drove off in a hurry until there were flashing lights in the rear view mirror and a voice from a loud speaker urging her to pull over to the curb. Thinking they were being stopped for speeding Cathy pulled over to the curb in spite of Danny pleading with her to get away fast. They were cuffed and taken to the local police station. The skinny blonde was taken into a room and instructed to be seated and wait for the detective to question her. 

Cathy waited nervously until Detective Sandra Brown entered and told her to remain seated. It wasn't until she was questioned that she realized that Danny had robbed the store. Cathy explained exactly what happened and that she knew nothing about the robbery. Cathy pleaded, "Please let me go. I had nothing to do with the robbery." Cathy then told the whole story of what had transpired.

Sandra stated, "For what it's worth I do believe you but it is up to the judge not me. There will be a hearing in the morning but you must spent the night in jail." The 5'9" Black Detective hugged the 5'5" sobbing blonde girl to console her. Detective Brown walked with Cathy and a female guard to the jail cell. As they walked past the prison cells there were cat calls with all manner of lewd remarks and sexual offers. When they arrived at her cell the three residences made clear their intentions to molest the sweet young thing. Cathy was horrified. Sandra insisted, "Put this young girl in a cell of her own. I insist as her safety is in grave danger here." The guard explained that the only empty cell was in maximum security and they didn't have a guard available now as required. Sandra stated. "I will stay in the cell with her for the night and watch her." The guard agreed but made Sandra sign paperwork accepting responsibility for the prisoner.

They were locked in the cell together but were informed that there was only one bed. As the guard walked away she laughed and told them to have fun. Cathy offered Sandra the bed but the detective said. "That's nonsense girl. We can share the bed because you will need to be alert for the Judge in the morning. Let's get ready for bed." As Sandra stripped naked Cathy couldn't help but stare at the well built black woman. The shy white girl just stripped down to her pink panties and bra. When they cuddled in bed Cathy thanked her for getting her away from those awful woman. The sensual black woman kissed the girl passionately and stated. "Those women looked mean and I was afraid they would hurt you. I do believe your story but I'm afraid the Judge won't be so understanding. Prison would be a living hell for a sweet young thing such as yourself. They have a new program for girls and women. It's like a boot-camp for women and girls that were not convicted of a violent crime. They have school classes so you could finish high-school. They even have sports teams and all kinds of activities. A friend of mine works for the school and we could arrange for a representative of the school to speak to the Judge in the morning on your behalf. Would you like that honey?"

This time Cathy kissed her and exclaimed, "Oh that sounds wonderful. You've been so nice to me. How can I ever repay you for your kindness?"

Sandra answered, "Just keep doing what you are doing baby. You are only half my age but your kisses are really turning me on. Suck my tongue sweet thing." They embraced, kissed, and Cathy couldn't believe how this black woman was arousing her so much. In no time at all the seductive black woman had removed Cathy's bra and panties and was nibbling on her tiny tits. As she kissed her way down to the white girl's honey-pot Cathy was trembling in sublime bliss. First the thick lips kissing her sparse blonde bush,kissing her pussy lips, and then that fantastic tongue darted in and out of her inflamed pussy. Cathy shook and quaked to several breathtaking orgasms. 

Before Cathy regained her composure a black pussy was hovering over her pretty face. The smell, the sight of the puffy pussy lips, the honey drops dripping down on her face, and the bald beaver with a tattoo of a rose just above the leaking treat was intoxicating. As the soaked slit touched her lips Cathy stuck out her tongue and licked with fervor. Sandra screamed out, "Fuck yeahhh white girl eat my cunt. Just like that! Don't stop baby. I love your lips on my horny cunt. Suck, lick, yesssssss! Drink my cum baby, drink it all uuppppppp. Soooooo fuckingggg gooddddd, Yesssssss! They're going to love you at boot-camp baby girl. You will be a big hit. Can I visit you there?"

Cathy murmured, "I hope you do. I never imagined that sex between two females could be so electrifying. It was fucking mind-blowing. Does this mean that you will call your friend for me? At first I was ashamed because my breasts are so small but I soon forgot about that. Thank you so much."

The sensual black woman lifted her tits and offered, "My tits are only medium sized but wait until morning and you will see my friend's huge tits. Never be ashamed of your breasts. I think they are just perfect. When I tell my friend how great you taste and how eagerly you eat pussy she will be here for sure. Don't worry about a thing. I want to fuck you some more but you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow so we better get some sleep." They drifted off as they cuddled. 

Cathy was nervously standing before the judge when a stunning 6' black woman intervened on her behalf. All eyes were on the authoritative ebony bombshell as she stated, "This young lady is clearly not a threat to society. Therefore I respectfully urge your honor to sentence her to boot camp rather than jail or prison. She will be able to complete her high school education and be completely rehabilitated under our extensive program. She shall be returned to society as a productive citizen and we will all be the better for it. I humble appeal to your wisdom and compassion. I can assure you of my personal involvement with this girl. Thank you your honor."

The judge chuckled, "My dear Ms. Della Divine; there is absolutely nothing humble about you. Every one has stopped what they were doing to look and listen as you stand before me. I must admit that I myself am no different than the others. Your very presence commands attention. Your reputation as Chief Administrator is exemplary and I therefore agree to turn over Cathy Clark to your custody for two years. I've no doubt that she is in good hands and would like to add that it is a true pleasure seeing you again. Hope that you will grace us again with your captivating presence."

Della smiled and simply stated, "Thank you very much your honor."

Cathy walked with Della, Sandra, and a black female security guard from the boot camp. Sandra quipped, "You had that fucking judge in the palm of your hands Delicious Della. He would have given you anything you wanted to get in your horny panties. The judge was totally in lust for you."

Della replied, They all are Sandra. You know that very well don't you baby? Male or female it really doesn't matter at all. Perhaps one day I'll permit the judge, his wife, and their daughter to feast on my chocolate cunt. Sounds like fun and I will have to film it so I can relive it and show my friends." They approached a van and Sandra told them goodbye and promised to visit Della and Cathy. 

Cathy sat in back of the van with Della and the guard. She couldn't see who was driving. The young white girl exclaimed, "Ms. Divine thank you so much for coming to my rescue. God only knows what would have happened to me if you hadn't intervened on my behalf. How can I ever repay you?"

Della smiled as she stated, "Little girl you have been transfixed with my massive breasts. Come sit on my lap and then you can see the objects of your desire real close up. Undo the straps of my dress then kiss, lick, suck, and nibble on the huge motherfuckers. When we are with others you are to call me Ms. Divine but when we are alone just call me Delicious. You will soon find out why they call me that but for now get to work on my tits honey."

Cathy sat on the lap of the ebony sex goddess and untied the straps of her red dress. The young white girl let out a long sigh as the massive melons fell out of the dress. Cathy was in awe of the gigantic jugs and immediately began lovingly caressing them. She was fascinated by the saucer sized aureoles that were pitch black in contrast to Della's brown skin. Della urged, "Kiss, lick, and suck them baby. I know you want to so don't be shy. Oh yeah baby just like that. Bite my nipples. Suck hard, hell yeahhhh! Good girl. Now get on your knees, lift me dress, and you will soon find out why the call me Delicious Della. Oh baby, eat that fucking hairy hole. Suck the clit, chew on my puffy pussy lips, and tongue fuck my craving cunt. Oh my, oh my, soooooo fucking godddddd, yessssssss! Look up at me while you feast on my juicy cunt. I want to see those pretty blue eyes as I cum on your face. Eat, suck, drink all my sticky cum. Just like that. Yesssssssss!"

Della held the girl's face tight to her erupting volcano as the security woman couldn't resist that cute white ass sticking up in the air and ate Cathy's pussy and ass with vigor. Between Della's sizzling hot cunt and the talented tongue of the guard Cathy oozed one climax after another. As they straightened out their clothing Della declared, " Girl you are one fantastic cunt lapper! You are indeed a fast learner and your lust and zeal eating my cunt leaves absolutely no doubt that you are crazy about my savory cunt. You do love Delicious Della don't you girl?"

Cathy submissively cooed, "I never dreamed that a woman's private parts could taste so yummy. You know that I love it and will yearn for the time that you will let me worship your scrumptious body again. I am at your command whenever you so desire. The name Delicious Della is perfect for you. When did they start calling you that?"

Della smiles and offered, "The first girl that ever went down on me called me that. I liked the title and it stuck. As for you getting another chance to nurse on my giant globes and feast on my hairy cunt you have nothing to worry about at all. As a matter of fact I think that I'll take you under my wing and be your mentor. Trust me girl, you will be eating all the hot cunt you can handle and then some. My cunt and your face will be as one." Cathy squealed with delight and the security guard announced that whenever Della wanted she would be available to join in. She declared that Cathy's young cunt was a heavenly treat.

The van drove through the check point at the security gates and up to a large cold looking building that Cathy thought would be her new home. The slender blonde was ushered to a spacious office that belonged to Ms. Della Divine and the hand-cuffs were removed. .Della dismissed the guard and instructed Cathy to have a seat. Dela sat behind her massive desk and announced, "The normal procedure would be for me to assign you a room with another inmate but you are special so I will make you a trustee and you will work with me but you still will attend classes and get your diploma. You will be going home with me and you will stay at my home. You will be sleeping with me and keeping my horny black cunt satisfied. How does that sound to you girl?"

Cathy exclaimed, "Oh yes. It sounds great. I am truly in your debt and there is nothing that I won't do to repay you. Feasting on your delicious pussy is my desire and keeping you satisfied is my goal. Thank you so very much." The day flew by as Cathy was given a tour of the facilities by her mentor. In no time at all they were driving to Della's home in her Mercedes convertible. With the top down Della played with Cathy's baby cat and she insisted that the white girl nurse on her enormous ebony bosom,. A wicked grin crossed Della's face as folks on the street, people in cars, and truck drivers all gawked at the lewd sight of the white girl totally submitting to her ebony mistress. Della simply adored the attention and left little doubt that she wanted them to watch her in action. The stunned and aroused looks on their faces only made the horny black woman even hotter. She desired to continue putting her domination over the whit girl on display. Della acknowledged her exhibitionism and admitted to herself that showing off was just as titillating as having a white girl/woman go down on her hairy cunt. She pulled into a small bistro that was well known as a lesbian hangout. 

They walked into the place with Della's hand all over Cathy's buttocks. A busty blond in her early thirties appeared at their table and announced, "Hi my name is Penny. How can I help you?" Della ordered them both a Rubin sandwich and a rum and coke. 

When the waitress went to fetch the order Della once more began fingering the sweet young pussy of the adorable blonde sitting next to her. The bold and brassy black woman let her ample breasts fall free and hand feed them to her new fuck slut. Cathy was torn between her carnal desires and the fear of doing this in public but she couldn't say no to her mistress nor could she resist the marvelous melons offered to her hungry mouth. Soon the dominating black woman had the submissive white girl under the table eating out her hairy cunt. When penny returned with their order all she could utter was, "Oh my!"

With her huge breasts still hanging out Della offered, "Penny suck my tits while my slut dines on my delicious cunt. I know you want to so don't be shy."

Penny muttered, "I'd really love that but I'm afraid I can't do that while I'm still on duty."

Just then Della was reaching a fabulous orgasm and screamed out, "Oh hell yeah, suck it all up baby girl. Oh shit, oh shit, yessssss!" All eyes in the place were on them as they ate their lunch. When Della paid the bill she handed penny a note with her address and phone number saying, "My dear Penny why don't you stop by when you finish your shift and I'll give you what you crave? You know you want it badly so come over tonight and get some of this good shit."

With desire in her blue eyes Penny answered, "I'll be there, you can count on it." When they stood up they received a large round of applause. A sexy redhead kissed Cathy so she could taste Della's delicious cunt. The enticing black woman gave her the number as well and told her that she could taste her cunt firsthand. 

As they walked to the door a black woman and two younger ones beckoned Della to their table and the short but well built black woman told her, "Don't hog all of them white bitches for yourself. How about letting some sisters in on the action? My daughter, her friend, and I would love having them white women feasting on our horny black cunts. The girls here are only nineteen and have never had the pleasure of a white woman yet. I've told them how good it is and when we witnessed you and your submissive slut going at it we all climaxed just watching her gobble up your cunt. Please invite us over too. We can have one hell of a fucking party. So how about it?"

Della gave them the info and said, "Sure, you can come to the orgy. Hell, you even said please!" The drive home was a repeat of earlier. Once again Della enjoyed all the gawking but Cathy was oblivious to all the attention they were getting. Once they entered the spacious house Cathy was in awe. It was not only huge but it was the most beautiful home that she had ever seen. Della told her to take the tour and enjoy her new home and that she would fix them both a drink and meet her back in the parlor. When Cathy returned to the parlor Della was waiting for her on a huge sofa with their drinks. 

Delicious Della patted the sofa cushion and stated, "Come sit beside your big black momma baby. Our guest should be arriving pretty soon so let's get rid of these fucking clothes so we'll be ready for them."

Penny was the first one to show up then the stunning redhead closely followed by the black mother with her daughter and friend. They all followed the lead of the hostess and discarded their clothing. Della with her knockout body was the center of attention and right away Penny and the redhead were worshiping her big butt and hairy cunt with their mouths and tongues. The black woman and the two black girls had Cathy on her knees eating out all six holes. Not only was Della a dominating lesbian, an exhibitionists, but she was a voyeur too. The feel of the women's tongues exploring her hairy holes and the sight of her new lover willingly submitting to the three black females was driving her out of her mind with uncontrollable lust. Della screamed out, "Fuck yesssss, get your tongues as far up my cunt and ass as you can. Lick, suck, fuckkkk yessssss! Use and abuse my girlfriend. Cum in her mouth and all the fuck over her face. She loves that shitttt, yessssss! Fuck yes." Della sent Penny to her bedroom to get a box from her closet. When Penny returned with the box Della opened it and passed out three dildoes to the black women and strapped one on herself. They were big, purple, and black. The smell of sex filled the room as the white women had their brains fucked out. They were brutally fucked long and hard . Each pussy and ass was pounded, stretched, and left gaping wide open with one orgasm after another leaking out of their sore but satisfied cunts. The women left and agreed to do it again real soon. 

Della led Cathy to the bedroom and asked, "Well my love how did you enjoy your first orgy? It was your first wasn't it?"

Cathy answered, "It was wild and exciting and yes it was my first. As great as it was I'm glad that now I can be alone with you."They both drifted off to sleep with Cathy's face buried between Della's lewdly spread legs. 

The next day at the boot camp Della showed Cathy her responsibilities in the office. Then they made the rounds of the facility. Cathy was introduced to the teachers and the rest of the staff. Most were black but there were some white and Hispanic. All were informed of Cathy's special status and warned that there would be no sexual contact with the girl unless Della approved. The day passed swiftly and soon they were home again. Cathy was both surprised and impressed with the roast beef dinner that Della had prepared and served. The young white girl particularly enjoyed the chocolate cake they had for dessert. Cathy cooed, "Oh Della the whole meal was totally fantastic! I can't recall ever having a meal that I enjoyed more. Is there no end to your talents?"

Della told her, "Thank you darling, I made the dessert with your affinity for chocolate in mind. You do love chocolate don't you baby? When we go to bed I'll feed you all the chocolate you want. I Know that you enjoyed our little romp last night but from now on we will restrict such activities to weekends and special events at the boot camp. I have to tell you that you are indeed very special and that it is imperative that you study hard and get your diploma. There will be plenty of time for fun and games and every night we will have each other. I will gladly help you with your homework and when you finish high school you will be released from custody. The job market is tough right now but I will offer you a position at the boot camp if you like."

Cathy exclaimed, Wow! Della you're the Greatest! What kind of job?"




Delicious Della



Della stated, "Well there is security, kitchen work, or janitor work. You won't qualify for a teachers position but I had a position as my personal assistant in mind. How does that sound girl?"

The young girl replied, "That sounds fantastic. I'll be getting paid to work with the woman that I love. It doesn't get any better than that. Oh Della thank you so very much for everything. Here I am under arrest staying in a beautiful home with the hottest woman I've ever seen. Things are starting to look wonderful and I owe it all to you. I know that I can never fully repay you for everything but I will work my butt off trying." Cathy noticed Della's eyes fill up and asked, "Della what's wrong? Was it something that I said? Please let me see your sexy smile again. I hate to see you sad. It breaks my heart. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Della replied, "These are not tears of sadness they are tears of joy. You just said that you loved me and I love you too. I've never said that to any other woman baby just you. I'm so glad that you are happy because you bring me so much delight. You are truly a gem and I'm so fucking glad that I found you. Please don't work your ass off for me because I like it just the way it is. Are you ready for some more dessert? You had some chocolate cake so would you like me to feed you some hot chocolate cream pie? If so let's go to bed early. Hell we might even get a little sleep as well."

Cathy said, "There is nothing I'd rather have than that hot chocolate pie between your luscious legs. Let's go to bed now."

They climbed the stairs, stripped, and jumped in bed. Cathy was happily nursing on her lover's nipples when she was pushed on her back and much to her delight those sensual lips of her lover kissed her entire body. The white girl was in a blood-tingling state of ecstasy when her lover's lips touched her purring-pussy. She moaned and groaned with sexual satisfaction as her lover's fingers joined the probing tongue. The young girl erupted one orgasm after another so much that she passed out. Della let the girl sleep and drifted off herself but woke up to the sweet sensation of Cathy's mouth clamped to her flooding pussy. Della was pleased and proud that Cathy had learned from last night and inserted fingers as well as her tongue into the steamy slit. Della screamed, "Oh hell yeah baby, just like that! I love you and my cunt loves you too. Yessssss! It's so fucking hot watching you lick up every drop of my sticky cum with your wagging tongue. There's no doubt that you love eating my hot cunt and it is I that am lucky to have you as a girlfriend. Oh baby you look so fucking sexy with my cum all over your pretty face. Your getting better every day. Who wouldn't love you?" They got some more rest and happily went to the boot-camp in the morning.

Della was at her desk and asked Cathy for a picture ID. to copy for her files. While the girl was getting her drivers license out Della noticed some pictures in her wallet and asked, "May I take a look at your photos? Who are these other women in this picture with you?"

Cathy stated, "That is my mom, her sister, my sister, and my cousin."

A wicked grin crossed Della's face as she said, "You know that you may have visitors on weekends don't you? I can issue you a permit whenever you want one but they could visit you at my house and perhaps stay over. It's easy to see where you got your good looks from. We could have a wild party and invite some friends over. Perhaps the ladies from the other night. You wouldn't mind sharing my beautiful black cunt with your family would you? Bet you would get-off watching your mother feast on my horny cunt huh baby? Hell your sister and cousin could suck my big tits while your mom buries her head between my long shapely legs. How does that sound my love?"

Cathy turned crimson as she meekly replied, "Mom is very conservative and I just can't imagine her doing such a thing. I'm afraid of how she would react to such a situation. I find the whole idea appalling but I must admit that a part of me is aroused by the thought of you feeding your delicious delicacy to my mom. God what is wrong with me? A sick, vile, and totally forbidden act is turning my on. Please give me some time to think about it."

Della stated, "You know damn well that your mom would simply adore all this don't you girl. Don't be so selfish and learn to share girl. Once she got a whiff and taste of my hot, juicy, black, and totally delicious cunt she would be filled with carnal cravings and would not be able to resist her overwhelming desire to devour the motherfucker. After that she will beg me for more just like they all do. Tomorrow there is a big party here at the boot-camp. The basketball team will be honored. Last year they beat every team they played. A friend of mine sent us a white history teacher from her school and she wants use to give the woman bitch training. Her name is Christina and she has displayed a fondness for black pussy. All we have to do is teach her to totally submit to black cunt and learn to obey every command. Sounds like fun huh? As far as your mom and other family females are concerned I will give you a little time to think about it but I know you will come around. The more you think about it the more turned-on you will get picturing your mom going down on me. I was lost in lust watching you with the black woman, her daughter, and the daughter's friend. After I flood your mother's face with my hot sticky cum they can all fuck her. Just think about watching that baby girl." Cathy was so conflicted between her feelings that it would be wrong to watch her lover seduce and dominate her mother and the powerful arousal she felt when she pictured her mom eating out her lover. 

That night at home they mad mad passionate love and the black sex goddess taunted her white girl friend with talk about her mother. 

The next evening they all gathered in a large room at the boot-camp that Cathy never knew existed. Not only were the inmates all present but the entire staff as well. Some guest were also invited as well but only the ones that have shown before that they had an appetite for lesbian sex. It was strictly enforced that no one possessed cameras or cell phones. The tables were full of horny females anticipating lewd an raunchy sexual encounters. Della had her assistant Cathy join her on a small stage and announced the basketball team and their coach to a thundering round of applause as a curtain opened and the team appeared in uniform. Then Della called for the history teacher Christina to join them on stage. Della told the busty white woman, "The basketball team and their coach deserve deserve a reward for their achievements and you are it." Christina was stunned as the team discarded their uniforms and surrounded her. She was stripped and pushed to her knees. She ate pussy and ass with fervor and felt like a kid in a candy store. Della sat on a chair, lifted up her skirt, and spread her legs invitingly asking, Are there any white sluts out there that want to dine on Delicious Della Divine? If so come and get it ladies." Over a dozen white girls and women rushed to the stage to taste the Divine one. They stood in line to eat the delicious black pussy. Della then invited the black females to do the same to her girlfriend and the response was the same.

A major orgy broke out and all manner of lesbian sexual acts was being indulged in. Della really enjoyed all the attention and watching all the black females munch on her lover's pussy drove her crazy with lust. Della cried out, "Fuck yes ladies eat the shit out of my hot cunt. There's plenty for every one. Don't you just love this Cathy? Just think baby next time your mother will be part of all this. See how all these white sluts lust after my chocolate cream pie? Your fucking mother will love it too. Trust me."

Watching the white girls and women worship her black lover's body, felling the probing tongues in her pussy, and thinking about her mother being part of it was driving Cathy out of her mind. One fantastic orgasm after another propelled her to the heights of sublime bliss and sexual satisfaction. She came to terms with the fact that Della would soon have her way with her mother. As the juices freely flowed from her purring pussy Cathy actually looked forward to watching her mother worship at the alter of Della's Delicious cunt. She wanted her mother to discover the thrill and excitement that she enjoyed so very much. Never before had the young girl felt so alive and fulfilled in her life. She knew that she had met her destiny and was fully determined to enjoy every minute of it.

THE END



Delicious Di



Donnie was smiling as he walked through his front door. His last two classes were cancelled for the day due to a ruptured water pipe. After sitting in the class when the ceiling started coming down, canceling classes was a no brainer. 

He could have gone off with his boys to hang out somewhere but he had a paper to finish. That was actually a line of BS, what he really wanted was to see if his lovely sexy neighbor Di was available for a bit of fun. Since she had gotten on her knees naked in front of him & sucked his cock, he hadn't been able to think of anything else but finally fucking her. 

He looked for signs of life in her house as he walked by but didn't see anything. He peeked out his back door to see if she was laying out on her patio, but she was not there either. He sighed.

"Okay on to Plan B." he said to himself. 

He could catch some rays while the sun was still nice & warm. Since his mom's car was gone & his dad wasn't due home for hours, it was the perfect time to strip naked & jump in the pool.

He went to his room & took off all his clothes. As he peeled off his underwear he caught his reflection in the mirror over his dresser. Since Di had taken an interest in him this summer he had taken an interest in bulking up a bit. He was starting to see definition in his abs. 

"More power by the hour." he laughed. 

"Can't wait to put it to the test" he thought as he started walking. 

It amazed him how hard he got just by walking out of his bedroom naked. It was such a freeing sensation. He stopped by the linen closet & grabbed a towel before heading out the door.

He was just about to dive into the pool when he heard voices coming from the bank down by the lake. He listened for a bit. He couldn't quiet make it out so he wrapped the towel around him & moved a little closer. He moved toward the willow tree for some cover & stood for a moment. He smiled at what he saw. There was a conflagration of bodies in front of him. His sexy neighbor Di was laying on her back having her luscious pussy eaten by a woman. She seemed to be enjoying it. The woman was on her hands & knees & being fucked by Di's neighbor from the other side Rodney. He couldn't believe it. 

"Oh yes baby, eat my pussy" Di purred. "You do that so well."

"Oh fuccccck this pussy is so tight." Rodney moaned.

Donnie watched Rodney's thick hard cock slide in & out & found himself stroking his own cock. 

"God I have got to get laid" he thought. 

He started stroking harder. It felt so good. He let out a moan.

Di looked over to the willow & smiled. She nodded towards the tree at Rodney. He turned his head & smiled.

"Don't go anywhere honey, I'll be right back" he said as he slapped the woman's ass & walked towards the willow.

Di continued to hold the woman's head down against her pussy. Not letting her move. Her hair was splayed all out and Donnie couldn't see any of her face.

Donnie stood there frozen. Not knowing what he should do. He stood silently watching Rodney's cock bounce as he walked towards him. He had always heard the stories of black men being hung to their knees so he couldn't help but look. Though Rodney was a fair size, he was very happy to see that he was no bigger than the cock he held in his own hands. 

"You want a piece of that?" Rodney whispered to him noticing Donnie's gaze had now turned to the lovely round ass & swollen pussy lips kneeling just a few yards away.

"Oh my god yes!!!" answered Donnie

"Okay I have just three rules for you. One, you can not speak nor make a sound. Two, you can not cum inside her. Three, as soon as you cum you beat feet back up the hill to your house. Can you live with that?"

"Oh fuck yeah." Donnie answered. 

With that he followed Rodney over to the women on the bank. 

Di smiled as she watched Donnie eagerly running towards them. She pulled on her nipples as she nodded towards her lovers ass in the air.

Rodney held his finger up to his lips & motioned Donnie to get on his knees behind the woman. All Donnie could see was ass & pussy. The pussy was so wet. He could smell the scent of sex on both of them.

Di looked up at him & smiled. Urging him to slip his now raging hard on into her lovers pussy. She bit her lower lip & parted her swollen lips. Easing slowly. It was so wet & felt so good.

Rodney stood behind him, watching the young man's cock disappear into an oh so ready pussy. Knowing how good it feels. He started stroking his own cock. Keeping rhythm with Donnie. Each time Donnie went deeper, Rodney stroked harder.

Donnie was watching Di's eyes. They were so big, she was so close to cuming. Her nipples were so hard, her breathing was getting so rapid. Oh so close.

"Oh yes fuck her baby. Fuck her with that big cock of yours. Do it. Make her scream." Di moaned as she ground her hips into the face.

She started moaning, tightening around Donnie. Donnie pounded harder, oh so close.

"Yesssssssssssss do it!!! Now!!!!" 

As Di screamed Donnie pulled out of that tight pussy & slid deeply into an even tighter ass. It was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. Contracting tightly around his cock. Trying to keep his eyes open so he could watch Di's pussy being eaten & how her own body writhed with pleasure.

That was it. She tightened down on Donnie one last time as he pulled out & came all over her back. 

Rodney added to it. "Oh fucccccccccccccck." stroking his own cock to orgasm. Shooting all over.

Donnie seemed to cum in forever. At least it felt like it.

When he opened his eyes he saw Rodney motioning him back up the hill.

He tried standing but his legs were a bit shaky. He hated leaving but those were the rules. If he obeyed them, there would be other times. He knew it. So he ran up the hill into his house. 

As he walked in the door he laughed to himself. "I smell like pussy. Think I could use a shower."

Di pulled the woman up to her face & kissed her deeply. She could taste her own juices on her lips. She loved that.

"Well we better get back up the hill Miss Judy."

"I hate to but yes I better. Donnie should be home soon. Couldn't have him catching his mom being naughty could we."

With that she kissed Rodney & walked up the hill. Rodney smiled. 

"You are an evil woman you know that."

"Yeah I know, but you love it. There is something deliciously twisted in that."

"That there is. I just wonder how long it will take them to figure out what happened.." 

"Time will tell." she grinned. "Time will tell." 



Delicious Dirty Old Men



This has been a long winter; snow has covered the mountains of Pennsylvania for months. I've spent most of these cold crisp days enjoying some very stimulating indoor warmth.

In our little town there are several publications that sponsor personal ads. Although most are placed by younger men seeking younger women for frolic and excitement every so often an ad from a stately older gentleman appears. There was a particular ad that caught my eye and instilled an instant atmosphere of enthusiasm.

"I am an older gentleman with limited mobility due to health issues. I would like to connect with a lovely lady for companionship and conversation. I love alone and am a fastidious man who keeps a clean comfortable home. Perhaps I could be so fortunate as to spark a modest interest for a like minded woman."

Now I ask you, who wouldn't want to meet this fine man?

I sent a reply to begin a promising connection.

"What a sweet possibility. My name is Daria. I am a single full figured lady who would enjoy spending an afternoon with a gentleman of your caliber. I have included my number; please give me a call at your convenience, there may be a meeting in the making."

Quite surprisingly, the gentleman did call me in a relatively short time following my reply. I love the telephone feature that allows you to see who may be calling; it gives you the opportunity to begin a conversation by answering and giving your name. I'm sure you will enjoy our meeting as much as we did.

"Hello, this is Daria."

"Daria first let me tell you I think you have a lovely name, it rolls off the tongue so smoothly. This is Matthew Maxwell, the gentleman who placed the ad you responded to. How nice of you to consider me as a possible friend. I was hopeful and thought that a lovely lady might be available for conversation. Would you tell me a little about yourself, I am quite intrigued just by the response you forwarded."

Matthew spoke slowly and confidently, I was instantly drawn to his easy manner.

"Well, hello Matthew, what a sweet surprise. I'm so pleased that you called."

Mr. Maxwell wasted no time in responding and I appreciated that. If someone takes the time to make any reply it is respectful to answer whatever the decision as to whether or not there is a connection.

Just the thought of being in the company of an older man excites me to no end. I am privileged that most women don't consider an older man as a possible partner in whatever endeavor they may be thinking of. I suppose I should thank all those lovely ladies who leave the finest of the group just for me.

A very mischievous thought invaded my mind just hearing him say he enjoyed the experience of saying my name. The expressive words seemed to invoke a scenario of just what his tongue could do. 

I have myself been blessed to have a very animated mind. It paints a picture for me and in no time I am looking forward to living the adventure as a reality.

"I am a true admirer and lover of older men; I take pleasure in their easy way and life experiences. I thought it would be a wonderful idea to meet and begin that companionship and conversation you're seeking."

Matthew had a smile in his voice as he continued to speak. 

"I'm suddenly quite confident that we may actually make a connection, please go on."

As I said, I am a single lady. Life has favored me so I am free to spend my days as I please. I love to chat with an intelligent man who can inspire my mind.

"I'll get the easy answers out of the way immediately. I am 5'5", dark auburn, shoulder length hair, green eyes and fair complexion. As I said in my reply I am a full figured woman. Although many men seek a woman who is petite in stature and shape I am quite the woman in every sense of femininity."

"My dear lady, I am a devoted lover of Peter Paul Rubens. This man was a genius in his creations and adoration of the loveliness he found in a woman. The adjective we stil search for and

use today, "Rubenesque" is used to describe plump, voluptuous, curvaceous women in a flattering way."

I liked this Matthew Maxwell. Now, you may be thinking, how I would naturally presume that Mr. Maxwell was seeking a friendship that might include other benefits. The personal ad he prepared was filled with possibilities a woman who enjoyed life and men would immediately recognize.

"You are a very enlightening man Matthew, I like the way you think. I believe we would both agree that a meeting is most definitely the path we should follow."

"I agree Daria, when would that be convenient for you, I am at your beck and call." 

This man was very charming and attentive to what a woman would like to hear.

You might be thinking that I was rather sure of myself. I have spoken with many men in my lifetime; I can tell you that from word one I am quite sure that the men I choose to engage are men worthy of my company. A man who speaks to a woman with respect will always treat her as a lady.

I suggested we make a date for the upcoming Friday. The time between our first contact and the actual meeting was a mere two days, long enough for Matthew to allow himself to create the meeting in his mind.

Understanding that he did have health and mobility issues it also permitted him sufficient time to make plans without feeling rushed or unprepared. 

We continued our conversation for some time. We learned quite a lot about each other in a pleasant easy manner. It was obvious from many suggestive phrases that Matthew was looking for a bit more than conversation. By the time the call had ended we both had a clear picture of our likes and dislikes. Matthew was looking for a lady who wouldn't shy away from a sexual adventure.

I have come to the conclusion that we are here for a rather short period of time. Taking advantage of the promise or suggestion of a wonderful experience, sexual in nature, is something I look forward to. For the most part my dalliances have been exactly what I imagined, some rather surprising, in a wonderful way.

It's a marvelous feeling when you speak with someone who has similar tastes in things you both enjoy. Musically we were in perfect sync. We each had a real appreciation for fine wine and delectable cuisine. Men have an affinity for satisfying a woman if they know what she enjoys.

Taking his limitations into consideration I suggested I bring a picnic lunch that we could leisurely chat over as we began our new friendship. The sound in his voice told me I had made a wise decision, he felt special and he liked that.

The next two days were actually a good time for me to clear my calendar of anything that would prevent me from seeing Mr. Maxwell again over the weekend if we made a connection. Once I engage with a gentleman I like the freedom to continue at a pace that doesn't break the flow of the relationship.

The two days flew by and I was walking out the door, lunch in hand on my way to a new thrilling adventure. Think positively and it will usually turn out better than you expected.

As I pulled into the drive at Matthew's home I was very impressed. The house was small and well maintained. The flowerbeds were in full bloom with spring plantings and the day was warm and clear. 

Prepared to park in the driveway I was a bit surprised to see the garage door opening and I realized that he was letting me know I could park inside, very sweet.

Driving in I saw a mature, handsome, gentleman with an intoxicating smile. My immediate thought was the image of man who took great care in his appearance. I didn't see the picture I had in my mind of an older man who may have limited movement, perhaps wheelchair bound or in need of support with a cane. 

Instead I saw a rather small man in stature, maybe considered by most as short, perhaps just the slightest bit over five feet or so. He was rather rounded and his cheeks were full and rosy. The few wisps of white hair around his ears, matched the perfectly manicured mustache. 

The door closed behind me, I gathered my basket and turned off the ignition.

"Welcome Daria, I've been waiting for you to arrive so you could park in the garage. Come in, please come in."

As I walked towards him I realized that his lack of mobility was due to his prosthetic legs. Matthew all of a sudden had two canes, one in each hand, to assist his movements.

"Hello, you have a lovely home Matthew; I love the flowers, feels like spring."

"I have a man who comes and takes care of the lawn and flower beds for me. I used to do it myself but as you can see I'm not able to get down on my knees and play in the dirt."

It was a moment that was going to go one of two ways; I quickly chose the lighter retort.

"You may not be able to play in the dirt but there are oh so many other ways to play."

A broad smile told me I had made the right choice.

I couldn't help but notice a deep sigh of relief. I think he felt the worst was over, and although I was just a bit surprised, I was in no way shocked, and that was what he was most afraid of. 

Matthew stepped aside and invited me into his home.

Walking past him into the house he smelled so fresh and clean, as if he had just come from a bath or shower, refreshingly pleasant. I love a man who takes care of himself.

"I'm so happy to meet you Daria; I've been contemplating this since we spoke. You will forgive me if I take just a moment to tell you that Rubens would paint you as his next masterpiece, you are quite striking."

"I am a woman, in every sense and inch."

We both laughed, we would be quite comfortable with each other.

"I thought since it was such a beautiful day we would have lunch on the patio if that's okay with you?"

He was a very sweet man and the compliment was delicious.

"Point me in the right direction and in no time we will be talking and enjoying this lunch as though we are old friends."

The door to the garage was at the back of the kitchen. The house was small, but more than enough for a single man to feel comfortable. I watched him walk ahead of me; he did struggle slightly however he was capable of getting where he wanted to go.

In no time I had lunch out of the basket and Matthew had uncorked a lovely bottle of wine.

"I'm sure you're wondering how I lost my legs, I've been a diabetic since early childhood. Unfortunately this is often the cause of infection and hence amputation. I do all right, but as you can see I really do have a limit to what I can do. I make the best of it and really have a very comfortable life. What I miss is the companionship of a woman. My wife passed away three years ago, and I never thought about a relationship with another woman, but I'm not getting any younger."

"Wanting to have someone to spend time with is ageless. How long have you been retired, I remember you saying you were in some sort of sales business?"

"I owned a plumbing supply house. I did okay, never wanted for anything. We didn't have any children to take over so I finally gave it up when I blew out seventy two candles on my birthday cake, that was three years ago, I guess that makes me seventy five."

Over the next few hours we ate, drank, laughed and enjoyed ourselves in the makings of a new friendship.

It goes without saying that when a man and a woman spend time together there will naturally be references and innuendos that are sexual in nature. The more comfortable the conversation the easier it is to tease and flatter.

I couldn't ignore Matthews's attention to my breasts. Every so often he would look down and lick his lips; as if he were wondering how they might taste in his mouth, to be perfectly honest, I was wondering myself how his mouth would feel.

"Well, I think we've eaten just about everything you brought and may I compliment you. It isn't easy to put together a plan when you haven't a good knowledge of a person's gastronomic pleasures. Thank you for a beautiful meal, I enjoyed every morsel. The company certainly added to the delectable nature of the afternoon."

It was easy to enjoy Matthew's company and his attentive eyes made it even more appealing to me. I thought the time had come to see exactly what path this friendship might take. I cleared up the lunch plates and asked if he would be more comfortable sitting inside as it was getting chilly.

"I was about to ask you the same thing, I can't help but see that your cold" he said as he smiled at me.

Being a full figured Rubenesque woman I have rather large breasts that are quite sensitive. The thin little sweater I was wearing couldn't hide the growing stiffness of my nipples from the chilly air.

"It's very flattering that you noticed, I think you have definite tastes regarding a lady."

There was no need for him to respond verbally, his tongue sweeping across his lips did all the talking.

We walked into the living room and Matthew motioned for me to sit on the sofa. Right next to the sofa was a small table and his lift chair. I'd seen them before. The chair is motor driven to rise and then return to a sitting position.

"I don't know what I'd do without this chair; I have a hard time bending my knees so this just sits me down without any effort on my part. I've also realized that it has hidden uses that some would never think of. You'll notice that it has a wide seat, I ordered that specially made, allows better access to anything I might want."

His eyes slowly roamed over my body and came to rest on my breasts.

Looking me directly in the eyes Matthew said, "There isn't anything I enjoy more than a nice big pair of titties to play with."

He was smiling, waiting for my reaction. I had to give the man credit, he knew what he wanted and had no trouble letting me know. I wanted to see where this was headed so I smiled and said.

"Is that so, why don't you tell me more about what you like?"

"I have several fantasies I like to think about. It would take a very special woman to play with. First, she would have to have big titties; full, round, and nice big nipples makes it even better. I like to role play, have you ever done that before Daria?"

"Yes, I have, I love role play, makes for some very erotic, sensual, exciting fun. Is there a particular scenario you enjoy more than others?"

"My favorite playing isn't actually a fantasy. I love being a dirty old man who gets to be the boss. I like to ask questions and have the lady tell me what she wants. I like to tease you till you want to cum and then I won't let you, and if you're a bad girl than I'll have to teach you to behave. If I think you're a very bad girl I might have to spank you."

I could feel that familiar tickle beginning in the pit of my stomach. The tingling in my thighs was even stronger. In seconds I could feel the wetness between my legs begin to flow, I was very aroused.

"Because of my limitations we would have to be imaginative and unconventional. You dear Daria have all the components that would make for a very playful and satisfying afternoon. To be frank, the moment I saw you step out of your car I was already thinking about how much I wanted to get a feel of your titties. You caught me several times admiring those delicious beauties and I think you were wondering just how much fun we could have."

"It wouldn't be fair for me to disagree with you. I think you have a true appreciation for my assets. So you like to be in control is that right?"

"Oh I certainly do, I have the responsibility of pleasing you if I want you to play with me. I suppose it's not truly role playing, it's more of an understanding, I believe you understand me very well."

I did and I couldn't deny the anticipation that was building.

"I bet your sweet pussy is getting all sugary and wet isn't it?"

Why refute it. "Yes, very wet, the kind of wet that I know you'd like to put your dirty old tongue into?"

This was his fantasy, so I decided to play along.

"I'm an old man, a dirty old man, and I like to play with ladies and make them cum over and over. I like to take my time, and be the dirty old man in complete charge of the lady. Do you think I could be your dirty old man?"

"You're the boss, and a very dirty man. You want to play with me don't you?"

"I'm wicked and old, just the way you like your men Daria. It takes a particular woman to read between the lines and answer a personal ad that was forthcoming. I knew the first few minutes that we spoke that you prefer older men, much older men and I fit that desire for you. In the past few hours it was easy to ascertain that fact even more clearly. You were excited when I noticed your beautiful round titties. The cold air came on slowly and I watched your luscious nipples grow and knew that I would like nothing more than to play with you."

I smiled, he had read me like a book and he knew he was exactly what I liked.

"Why don't you let me feel your titties, just a little feel through your sweater? I think you should come right here to me now and let me give those big titties a good feel."

His demeanor changed, he was now the boss and I was the nasty girl he wanted to play with.

This was turning into a very nice afternoon. I love dirty old men, the nasty naughty types that know what they like. It was obvious that this little fellow knew just what he wanted.

I nodded that I was willing to let him touch me.

"That's a good girl, now I just need to get myself ready so I can play real good. I need to make room for you to sit here so you can bounce those big titties for me, jiggle them up and down."

"I will if you promise to play nicely."

Matthew smiled and put the chair up a little higher. He was almost standing as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. He reached down and released his prosthetic legs. His stumps ended just above his knees. In a matter of a few minutes he was back in his chair and he was positioning his body exactly where he wanted it. He was able to separate his legs and create a space between them for me to sit.

I realized that the width of the actual seat was wider by at least eighteen inches than a conventional chair, almost double the width so there was a place for me to sit without resting on or against his stumps. 

Matthew reached down along the side of the chair and placed a soft blanket over his thighs. Suddenly with a flip of a handle the foot of the chair was even with the seat. 

I saw how I could sit there facing him and he would have complete freedom to touch me anywhere he desired.

"I want you to sit on the edge of the chair facing me, spread your legs open and let them rest along side of me, don't take your clothes off, I like to do that myself."

He was confident, I had to admire that, the expectation that I would at some point be taking my clothes off was nothing more than a matter of time. I was conveniently wearing a skirt and panties. I straddled the chair and sat facing him as he instructed me too. I was quite excited and ready for whatever he had planned, and our little play began.

"I love big titties, just like yours, big and round. I bet you love to have them sucked on and played with don't you?"

"Oh yes, I love it."

"Do you want me to play with your titties?"

"Yes, play with me all you want."

Matthew reached up with one hand and felt my tits. He squeezed them and rubbed them over and over. He felt my nipples getting really hard.

"Oh yeah, that's what I like, I like to feel these nipples get nice and hard like marbles. The harder they get the more we both like it. I like to pull hard on your nipples and twist them over and over till they ache, you love it when they hurt a little bit don't you, tell me?"

"Yes, I love it when my nipples tingle with just a little painful pressure, it feels so good."

The man was driving me crazy, and I didn't want him to stop. He was the ultimate dirty old man and for now he belonged to me.




Delicious Dirty Old Men



Matthew continued to feel me in every way possible. His manual manipulations were slow and precise. The feel of his old chubby fingers rolling my nipples around was erotic. He looked at me, into my eyes with each change of movement. This was a man who had a true understanding of how to play with what he loved.

"You want to show me your big titties; you want me to see them don't you?"

"Yes, I want you to look at them."

"Tell your dirty old man that you want him to see your big titties. I love that word, titties, it sounds nasty when I say it and even dirtier when you say titties."

Clearly, the language he preferred was his way of telling me how to please him with just words that only enhanced his enjoyment.

"Let's look at them one at a time. How about if I reach inside your sweater and bra and pull one big tittie out so I can see it, should I do that?"

This old man was perfection; he knew how to play the game well. I was more excited than I ever remember. He knew what to say and how to talk to me to make it even better.

"Ohhh yes, please pull my big tittie out so you can look at it and play with it."

Each time he said the word or heard me say it he licked his lips and smiled like the devil stealing another soul.

Matthew reached down the front of my sweater and into the cup of my bra. I could feel his fingers grasping the round flesh.

"Just like I knew this tittie would feel, and a nice hard nipple to suck on."

He grasped my now rigid nipple in his fingers and squeezed it waiting for my reaction. When I grimaced slightly he was very pleased.

"You like to have your nipples squeezed so they get nice and hard don't you?"

"Oh I do, very much, but you already know that."

Very slowly he pulled his handful up and out until my round full globe was standing up straight in front of his face. It felt so dirty, nasty, and I wanted more because it felt so good.

"Ohhh yeah, I knew it, I just knew that your titties would be sweet and I haven't even tasted them yet. I think I need to check something else first."

Picture me sitting on his lap, one large globe out in the open with a hard nipple, inches from his mouth, he was taunting me.

"Oh I want you to taste it, don't tease me, please suck it like you said you would."

"They'll be sucked real well, when I'm ready but I like to confirm things as we go along."

The old man reached down between my legs and let one finger slide under the leg of my panty. I was so wet his finger glided across my lips like it was covered in clear glycerin. When he slipped the tip of his finger between my lips I almost squealed from the sheer delight, I couldn't stop the moan of pleasure.

"Oh, you like a little fingering don't you? This is one hot sweet pussy isn't it; I got that pussy pouring out juicy sugar and we only just started. I haven't even kissed your nipple yet. I just need a little taste."

The dirty little man managed to slip his finger inside me and wiggle it slightly watching my reaction. I knew he felt me tighten around it and twist myself so he was even deeper.

"You like my finger in your pussy don't you? I bet you love a good fingering, a nice hard finger fuck while I suck on your titties, is that what you like?"

"There's nothing I like more than being played with in whatever way you want to. Is my pussy nice and wet, the way you thought it would be?"

"It's good and juicy lots to lick up, that's cause you're a nasty girl who loves a dirty old pervert fingering you like a dirty girl should."

Matthew slowly pulled his finger out of me and barely brushed my clit, smiling as he did. I couldn't take my eyes off his finger as he slipped it into his mouth and sucked on it. Then he did something I never expected, he put his finger down again. He rubbed my wet clit, it felt so fucking good. When he had his finger all wet this time when he pulled it out he told me to suck it.

"Taste that, that's your pussy sugar, isn't it good, maybe I'll give you some more later, if you're a real good girl. Now, I think I need to suck on this big round tittie staring in my face, should I suck it, tell me, what should I do?"

"Suck it; you know that's what I want." He liked being the dirty old man.

"I think you need to feed me this tittie, come on now, hold it up and feed me."

I lifted my round milky tit right to his open mouth and watched him close his lips around my stiff throbbing nipple. He sucked at it like a baby, in and out of his mouth. Sucking hard, my nipple got longer and harder.

Every few minutes he would stop and look at what he was accomplishing. He was pleased that his sucking was causing my nipple to get bigger and bigger.

"I just knew that a good sucking would get these tittie tips real stiff and big."

The sounds his mouth was making just about made me cum, I wanted to cum so bad. I knew if he kept sucking like he was I would cum.

"You have real good hard nipples; they can take a lot of sucking for a long time, just the way I like them. The nice puffy pink around this nipple is sweet too. It's like a little dish holding up this stiff sucked on nipple. You know what I like, I like to squeeze a big tittie and pop the nipple way up high so I can bite it."

He pushed my hands away and encircled the fullness of my pulsing tit in his hands and squeezed. I watched my nipple pop up like a pit being pushed out of a cherry. It was hard and red, so red, it was big and I wanted him to bite it hard, really hard. He did, it was like a spark of electric. He wrapped his mouth around the full two inches of my pink areola and sucked it inside his mouth. Watching his lips moving, latched on tight, my nipple being whipped with his tongue in between biting it and gnawing at it with his teeth sent shivers up and down my thighs.

I was moaning and whimpering and telling him not to stop.

""Suck my big milky tittie, now don't you stop old man."

All the while he was looking right into my eyes. He knew I loved what he was doing and I didn't, I wouldn't, I couldn't even think of stopping him.

"You know what I'm going to do now, I'm going to play with your hard swollen clit, I know that's what you want isn't it, you want me to rub it real good and make you cum."

I couldn't say a word, he had me speechless. I felt him put his hand between my legs and then his other hand.

"I'm just going to pull these sopping wet panties aside for a little bit so I can play with your clit. I'm going to rub on it, roll it between my fingers and maybe pull it real good, but, guess what, you better not cum because I'm not ready for that yet. If you feel like you're about to cum you tell me and I'll stop, then I'll play with it again. If you cum without my permission then you have to get up and go home or get a real good spanking and we both know that's not what you want isn't that right?"

"No Please, don't make me leave, I want to stay and let you play with me."

"Well all right then, as long as you're a good girl I'll play with your big titties and your wet pussy. Okay now, let's find that clit and have some fun."

This dirty old bastard was the best I ever had and there was no way I was letting him stop. I wanted him to play with me all night and then again and again.

"Let's get these panties out of the way, there we are. Well look at that, there's that clit just begging for me to rub it. It's so big and hard I almost feel like I should suck it, would you like that, you want to put that big swelled up piece of candy in my mouth and have me suck it real good?"

"Oh yes, I want you to suck it real good and lick it all around."

"I can't do that yet because I told you that I was going to play with it. Tell me what I should do?"

"No, I want you to play with it like you said you would."

If he wrapped his mouth around my clit one slip of his tongue or one suck and I would cum. And that would make him stop. There was no way he was stopping this. The truth is he wouldn't send me home or stop he was enjoying this as much as I was, but it was part of the game.

"I think I need you to help me so I can play with this clit real nice. You reach down here and hold your wet panties aside for me."

As I reached down he told me to stop.

"I have a better idea. Reach down and pick up that pillow on the floor. Put it behind you and lean back, put your legs over the arms of the chair so your sweet creamy slit is nice and wide open for me. You want me to look at it while I play with it don't you? You want me to see how wet it is and how swollen and stiff this hard clit is?"

The way he talked was almost enough to make me cum. I reached for the pillow and placed it at the foot of the chair just as he told me to. I let my legs rest on the arms of his chair and he had the view and availability he was looking for.

He reached again for the handle on the side of his chair and I fell back when the foot rest rose up higher. My pussy was right in his face and now I could see what he was doing.

"Now pull those panties aside nice and tight." He didn't have to ask twice.

"There it is, oh you have a nice big clit, see how hard and swelled up it is? Looks just like a pink gum ball all shiny and wet. That little hood is way down there just thrusting this piece of candy up nice and high. I'm going to lick it just a little to get it nice and wet so when I finger it it'll be nice and slippery."

His head moved forward and he slipped his tongue out of his mouth. He wiggled that tongue over my clit and drove me crazy.

He actually spit on it, it was good and slick now. When his finger rolled over my clit I had to take a deep breath and pray I could control the orgasm that was building.

"Ohhh you like that don't you, tell me what you like better, this?"

His finger rubbed in circles. 

"Is this better?" 

He wrapped his fingers around my clit and pulled it up and down like he was jerking me off. 

"I bet this is the best one."

He managed to put two fingers around my clit, it felt so big and hard, and with the fat part of his thumb he squeezed his fingers and rubbed fast over the very tip. It felt like ten tongues licking, sucking, rolling, biting and pulling all at once, I couldn't take it.

""Please stop, I'm going to cum if you don't stop."

I looked at him and he was laughing, as he pulled his hands up. 

"Sit back up here and open your mouth, now suck my old fingers dry, I like to see you taste your own pussy juices."

This was seriously the first time I had ever experienced anyone like this old man. When he felt I had sucked his fingers just right he sat back in the chair and grinned.

"Feed me that big tittie while you clean my fingers."

I held my nipple up to his mouth and he sucked it hard and I loved it. I was sucking myself off his hand and he was sucking my nipple, it was magic.

"I think it's time for that other tittie to join the party, let's get it out here."

In seconds he had pulled my sweater and bra down and under my tits

There I was sitting across his lap and my huge round globes were side by side being held high and tightly together from the neck binding of my sweater. Picture a silver platter with two round firm milky white tits served up for his pleasure.

"I like it when you feed them to me. Put one big nipple in my mouth and tease me back and forth, with each one. Let me suck it and then pull it out and give me the other one. Let's see if I can suck so hard you can't pull it out."

Where did he come up with this stuff? Evidently he used his seventy five years to cultivate his craft, and trust me he was a master.

I held my tits just the way he had instructed me to so he could suck them back and forth. His mouth was like a vise, he'd suck and let go to grab onto the other one. His teeth grasped the bottom of one nipple and as I tried to pull it out of his mouth he wouldn't let it go, he was driving me crazy. 

Every so often he would rub my clit and I was insane with the need to cum.

Finally he told me to take my sweater and bra off. He began to bounce my tits up and down. He'd bury his face between them and lick them all over. At one point he told me to grab my tittie with my hand and suck on my nipple so he could watch. I did as I was told.

"That's a good girl; suck that tittie nice for me, keep sucking, make it real big for me, that's it now show me that nipple."

I pulled the pulsing piece of pleasure out of my mouth and he took it into his own mouth sucking hard.

"Now, you suck one of your titties and I'll suck the other one, we can watch each other being nasty and dirty just the way you like it. See that's why big round titties are the best, we can do so many things with them. Suck your tittie, and don't be gentle, suck it like I do hard and make that nipple get real big."

I loved it, it was better than nasty, it was incredible and perverted, and I didn't want it to stop.

"Push your titties together real close, I'm going to give you a special treat."

I held my tits together, I knew what he was going to do and I wanted it more than he did. My nipples were easily the size of hard cherry candies, swollen and rigid. This little pervert opened his mouth and I sat shaking with anticipation as he enclosed both nipples in his hot dirty mouth.

The sensation was mind blowing. He sucked and bit each one at the same time, it was the most incredible thing I'd ever seen. I was so crazy I couldn't stop the orgasm that was building and he knew it. His sucking became even more intense and I couldn't hold back.

I felt the contractions as I climaxed and he sucked harder. It was so fucking powerful and intense I finally had to pull back and stop him from sucking on my nipples.

He put two fat fingers deep inside my cumming pussy and finger fucked me hard deep and fast.

"That's it; just the way I like it, your pussy is so tight and still cumming. Come on now; fuck my fingers good and hard."

I had to rip his hand out from between my legs; I couldn't take it any more, not one more second.

"You were a very bad girl, I told you that you couldn't cum until I was ready and you disobeyed my. You need a spanking to get you back in line. Get up now and turn around, get that ass where I can see it."

I turned around and I was just where he wanted me. Smack after smack, he was good at this. In fact he was very good. My cheeks were burning and sore, it was so fucking sweet. When he thought I was sufficiently spanked he told me to get back the way I was before he had to show me who was in charge.

"This is just the beginning little girl, this old man is about to suck that pussy and give it another hard cum. I want to suck that pussy and get my face covered in pussy juice. Stand up here and get that pussy right in front of my face."

It took me a few seconds to find the strength to move. I stood up and he had my panties off in a flash.

"I want you to pull that skirt up over your head, get that sweater and bra off too I want you naked and ready for me."

There I was, naked and standing in a chair with a man who only wanted more and more. I would let him have all he wanted for as long as he wanted.

"Get that pussy nice and close, hold on to the back of the chair. I think I need to take a real good look before I start so I know exactly what I'm going to do. Now you watch me inspect your dirty girl pussy before I suck it good."

I did watch everything he did, it just got me more excited, and he knew it would.

"You have one suck me hard looking pussy, these nice full outer lips, so sweet. Feel me spreading you open don't you? Now, I can see the little petals that need a good sucking. Maybe I should give them a little pull. Feel me pulling those sugar lips doesn't it feel good. Of course it does. You're so wet it's leaking like a faucet dripping sugar. Now let's see how far we can get this little man out of his boat. You know what that means don't you? Oh lord, your clit is begging to be tongue lashed. I just have to give it a little suck, just a nice soft suck for now."

The second I felt his lips I wanted to cum and he knew it, he sucked and licked my clit while he held it between his lips and then he stopped. I heard myself making sounds I'd never heard before.

"I knew you would be like this when you answered my personal. The minute you got here I couldn't wait to get at you. Tell me the truth now, did you get wet like this when we talked on the phone?"

"Yes, I got so wet, I knew you were a dirty old man and it made me sopping wet. I had to play with my pussy and it felt dirty and I liked it even more."

"Because you are a good girl and told the truth I'll give you a special good pussy sucking and guess what, I'm going to let you cum this time."

His hands came behind me and grabbed my ass tightly. I was firm against his mouth when I felt his tongue licking slowly. He ran up and down my wet slit flicking at my clit and back down to my rosebud. His tongue twirled round and round my tight bud and then he darted it inside me, in and out, he was tongue fucking my ass. His tongue found its way inside my pussy and he was fucking me hard and fast with it. 

Suddenly he put two fingers inside me and he latched onto my clit. The sucking and fingering was slow. He could feel me getting close and he would stop. Each time I was ready he stopped. I needed to cum and I wasn't going to let him stop again once he started.

"I love to get you real ready and then stop, makes you're pussy get even wetter and tighter because it's so hungry to cum. This clit is just dancing it's so big and swelled up. Get ready cause I'm going to give it to you good."

His lips pulled my clit deep into his mouth and his fingers were deep inside me. I pushed myself against his mouth and he sucked and fucked me just the way I wanted him to, hard and fast.

I don't remember an orgasm that intense or strong that I'd ever experienced. His old tongue was like a high speed vibrator lapping my clit nonstop. I fucked his fingers harder than I even realized I could. I came hard and I heard the screams coming out of me.

When I couldn't breathe anymore I pulled away from his face and let my head fall to the top of the chair. His mouth and hands found my tits and he sucked and squeezed another riveting orgasm out of me.

I finally had to get off that chair or I'd pass out. I stumbled around the chair and fell down onto the couch, naked and exhausted.

"That just might be the best pussy I've ever eaten. Your big titties were made to be sucked and played with. I just might be the dirty old man you've been looking for all your life. But, we're not nearly finished here."

I hoped we were no where near finished

"I have a real surprise for you; you're going to love it. I can't fuck that pussy proper like it should be so I made plans to take care of that."

I could barely understand him; I was still in a semi orgasmic induced coma. I forced myself to come back to the present and finally was able to speak.

"Did you say you had a surprise for me?"

This whole afternoon was a surprise. I met an old man with no legs and he sucked and fucked me like no one before him had ever done.

"One of the problems with diabetes is impotence. I can't get a hard enough rod for a good pussy fucking. I can reach an orgasm, as is evident from the cum in my shorts."

I looked down and his shorts were wet, so I guess he was able to reach an orgasm. I was glad; if he could do for me what he had done he certainly deserved some of his own personal pleasure.

"I took the liberty of inviting a close friend to stop by this evening. You'll be very happy when he arrives. Ned is a youngster, he just celebrated his seventy third birthday. The best part about old Ned is he can sprout a rock hard cock with the best of them."

My God he thought of everything. 

"You love dirty old men almost as much as dirty old men love a girl like you. The best of both worlds I'd say. Now you might be thinking how could I know that you would be the girl I thought you were, I didn't I just hoped I was right. If you turned out to be a lady who didn't want to play than Ned and I would just have a beer and say better luck next time."




Delicious Dirty Old Men



I was very impressed. He knew what I liked and how could I turn down such a wonderful surprise. If Ned was half as exciting and pleasing as Matthew than I would be a fool to say no, wouldn't I?"

"Just because I can't properly fuck that pussy doesn't mean I don't want to see it fucked, that's where Ned comes in. We're going to have a private little party tonight, just the three of us. Now, you have the opportunity to refuse and I wouldn't hold it against you, however, I'm pretty sure that you're just as willing to play with Ned as you were to let me play with you."

I was tired; this old man wore me out, so nicely. The thought of another with his inclinations was appealing. If one dirty old man is special, than two dirty old men would be akin to winning a lottery, wouldn't you agree?

"When is Ned supposed to arrive?"

"You have time to take a bath or shower if you'd like, but I really love the smell and feel of a pussy fresh from a good sucking and a super great hard cum. If you were a real good girl you'd come over here and let me lick your pussy and give it a nice cum before Ned gets here."

The thought was inviting.

"Matter of fact, it has nothing to do with what you want, I'm in charge isn't that right?"

Apparently the game was continuing, and I loved it.

"Yes, you are in charge, you're the boss, what you want is what will be."

"Good, I was just testing you, now, get over here and do as I say."

I watched Matthew reach for the lever on the chair and it slowly reclined into a flat position, as if he were lying in bed.

"Pick up the pillow and put it behind my head. I want you to climb up here and lay that pussy right over my chin. That's it, now reach down and spread yourself wide open for me. I like to look at pussy before I eat it."

I was over Matthew's face and my knees were on either side of his head. I reached between my legs and pulled my lips back high and tightly. I realized there was a mirror on the wall behind his chair. I couldn't see it before because the chair was up right. Looking into the mirror I could see what he saw.

"That's right, now you see what I see, a hot wet pussy that I'm going to suck real good. See how big your sweet sugar clit is, I barely have to move my tongue to tickle it. I could suck that piece of sugar for hours and never get tired of it. You're going to watch me eat you and it will drive you crazy."

Just for a reference point, my clit is a beauty. If you picture the eraser end of a number two yellow lead pencil, and almost double it in size that would be the size of my clit in your mouth. I have been blessed wouldn't you agree. If you triple the size of that eraser, you would be looking at my delicious nipples when they've been properly sucked. Can you even imagine the amount of tiny nerves in these lovely pieces of candy?

Matthew slipped his tongue out of his warm mouth and it was wet with saliva, it felt like a whisper across the tip of my piece of sweetness. One of the things he did before that drove me crazy was a simple suck and release. I watched as his lips gripped my clit and he sucked it up and let it pop out of his mouth, it was glorious. Over and over he did this and he had me ready to cum in seconds.

He wasn't ready for that; he just licked my pussy up and down for a few minutes. The tip of his tongue licked my clit fast and furiously, again I was almost there.

"Rub your pussy all over my face I love it when my face is drenched in sugar pussy juices."

I leaned forward ever so slightly and rubbed myself all over his round chubby face. I could see my wetness on the tips of his mustache; he licked at it tasting me.

"Okay, let's do this for real, now don't you move, I'll do all the work."

I held my lips open and watched his mouth go in for the thrill. He sucked my clit into his mouth and held it tightly at the bottom. His tongue twirled over and over it and he'd suck it, and then twirled again. Suddenly he grabbed it with his teeth and bit gently, holding it tighter. His tongue went crazy rubbing my clit until I couldn't hold off the intense orgasm. When he felt it start, he sucked and sucked until I had to pull off; it was so intense the pleasure was more than I could take.

"That was sweet, sweet cum running into my mouth. Bend over here and give me a suck on those big titties."

I pushed my tits together and he sucked both nipples hard and fast, I didn't want him to stop and when he reached down and shoved his fingers in my pussy I came again, hard and fast.

"That's all, I have to stop or you'll wear me out, I'm an old man."

I needed a shower and just got up and went to the bathroom and did just that. I couldn't count how many times this old man had made me cum, more than anyone had ever done before. The idea that I was now going to have a cock to enjoy only made me want to stay even more. 

While I was drying myself I heard another voice, Ned had arrived. I thought I should wrap myself in a towel instead of just walking out there naked and I did.

"Here she is Ned old buddy, she is hot to trot and can take all we can give her and then some."

Ned was the complete opposite of Matthew, he was tall and slender. He had a full head of grey hair neatly cut and combed. One thing I did notice immediately he had massive hands.

"Hello Daria seems as though my friend here has been enjoying his day with you. I can't wait to get a piece or two of you baby, I've been waiting for this."

Matthew was again sitting upright in his chair and smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. 

"Drop that towel girl and give the man a look at you, he needs to size you up so he can plan his moves."

I let the towel fall onto the floor and stood there in front of two dirty old perverts and couldn't think of another place I'd rather be.

"Look at those titties Ned, they were made for sucking. Those sweet nipples will be three times that size soon, a real mouth full."

Ned was smiling and contemplating what he was going to do, it was written all over his face.

"This little honey has the biggest clit I've ever had in this mouth and it is sweet and tasty. Turn around baby show Ned that sweet ass. Nice firm cheeks Ned, the kind you like, and a sweet little rosebud, fresh and tight. I had to spank her a little, she had herself a cum before I said she could so I had to put her back in her place. I'd say it's about time to get started, I haven't had any tittie for at least an hour and I'm a hungry man."

While Matthew was talking Ned was taking off his clothes. Clearly there was no need for any preliminaries, just get right to it. I was pretty shocked when I saw his huge cock. It had to be at least ten inches long and thick, with a big head. I could already imagine and feel him pumping that in and out of me, my pussy was already wet.

"Come over here and bend down over me so I can get at those titties. Hold on to the top of the chair and spread your feet apart, Ned likes to dip his cock a little to get the feel of your pussy."

I walked to the chair and watched Ned stroke his cock as if he was getting it primed and ready. No sooner had I bent over and Matthew had my nipples in his mouth sucking and biting them.

Ned came up behind me and I felt him run his finger between the lips of my pussy.

"She's already wet, I like that. Can you reach her clit with those tits in your mouth Matt?"

"No problem, what do you have in mind?"

"I think we should give her a good hard cum right from the get go, prime her up for the rest of the night. You suck those tits nice and rub that clit; I'll take care of the rest."

This was like a dream come true for a woman like myself. Dirty old men willing and able to get going without a minute lost. Okay boys, I'm ready. Go for it.

Ned pulled me back a little further and I felt him rub the head of that monster up and down getting it wet with my pussy juices.

My nipples were already pulsing from Matthew's sucking when he reached for my clit.

"Okay baby, here we go."

Ned found the place his was looking for and slowly filled me up. He was big and I felt every inch of him going in. He held on to my hips and began a slow steady fuck, pulling all the way out and driving deep again. The feeling of my nipples being sucked and chewed on, the fingers rubbing my clit and the cock deep in my pussy was unfucking believable.

"She sure has a nice slick pussy, deep and pretty tight, just the way I like it. Feel that meat baby, sliding into you, it feels good doesn't it, nice and slow and steady. You're about ready to cum; I can feel you grabbing my cock. Rub that clit real nice Matt we're about ready here."

Ned began pumping me faster and harder, my clit was on fire and I was barely holding on. Matt told me to get my titties tight together; he wanted both nipples in his mouth. I pushed my tits together and as he got his lips around both of them Ned started fucking me hard. He knew I was close and he smacked my ass, like he was riding a horse.

"Fuck me hard, come on, and get that pussy going."

I met his plunging cock with every thrust, I was right there and when I had to let go I took all of him hard and deep.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it cum all over my cock, suck those tits, she's cumming hard now."

He was relentless and I couldn't get enough. I heard him groan as he pulled out of me and sprayed my ass and back with hot cum. He laid his cock in the small of my back and I felt each little spurt on my skin.

I had to stand up and get away from both of them. My nipples were throbbing and my pussy was pulsing with every wave of orgasm as it hit me. When I turned around Ned was standing there holding his still hard weapon in his hand, it glistened with the wetness that was in my pussy. Matthew was smiling from ear to ear.

"So, what did I tell you is she something special or what. This one loves it all and after a few minutes she'll be ready to go again."

I was pretty tired and they were just getting started.

"Come over here and let me taste that pussy after it's been fucked."

This was something new to me, a man wanted to eat me after another man had fucked me, I guess there must be something to be said for good friends.

"Go on, give him a taste, old Matt loves pussy anyway he can get it, go on now."

Matt had me stand over his face and lower myself onto his hungry mouth. He licked every inch of me. Ned came behind me and grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed hard.

My nipples were so sore and swollen they were beet red. He grabbed each one between his fingers and twisted and pulled making me moan and groan.

"Tell him to suck your clit hard, make you cum again, now tell him."

"Suck my clit old man, make me cum in your filthy mouth, you want to taste a fucked pussy, yes, like that, tongue my clit ohhh yeah, just like that."

His lips sucked me like crazy and he licked every drop of juice that came out of me. I was going crazy and it would only get better.

"Tell us when you're ready to cum."

"Ohhh my god, that's it don't stop, just like that suck it, suck it old man, here it comes, Oh yeah,, make me cum now."

They took over and I was done, I felt my pussy tighten up and start the waves, each one stronger than the one before. Matt kept licking at my pulsing throbbing clit and Ned was just tearing my nipples up with the pulling and twisting. I was shaking and would have fallen over if they didn't each have some part of me in a mouth or hands. It had to stop I couldn't take any more of this. I twisted away from them and fell onto the couch, moaning and screeching like a cat in heat.

"Well, what do you think Ned, is she a keeper or what. We have the whole weekend with her. I don't think I could ever get tired of those big titties and that sweet pussy. She's a hell of a fuck I bet, especially when she cumming hard."

"How many times have you sucked her off today?"

"This has to be the fourth or fifth time. Give her a few minutes and she's ready again. She loves it, that pussy is so damn sweet I could suck it forever and never get tired of it. Those titties, big and round, I love the way they bounce when she moves around. Nipples that size that taste like sugar, and she loves them babies sucked hard and the longer I suck the better she likes it."

I laid there listening to them and wondered if I was ever going to leave. It seemed as though they had the whole weekend planned.

"I have had a real fantasy for a long time and I think we can make it happen with her. You'd have to help me into the bedroom; I have to be able to lie on my stomach. I would love to suck that pussy with your cock in it. I want her to watch me lick that clit while she's full of your cock. Let's get going, I don't want to waste a minute."

It was at this point that I realized I had no say in the plans. I'm not complaining, what Matthew proposed sounded very interesting. 

"Okay baby, go on into the bedroom and wait for us."

As I walked out of the room I smiled, this was going to be fun.

Ned and Matthew came into the bedroom; Matt was in his wheel chair. Ned helped him onto the bed and Matt gave us instructions. It really was like a porn movie and he was the director.

"Ned lean back against the headboard and I want Daria to sit on your cock facing me. It's a good thing you have a monster cock or this wouldn't work."

Ned did as directed and Matthew wanted to "Prime Me" so I'd slide down over his cock nice and easy. I lay between Ned's legs and Matthew, on his stomach began sucking and licking my pussy. Ned played with my tits. He liked to pull my nipples and he told me to suck my tits for him, I did. 

The little man between my legs got off by watching me sucking on my nipples. He spread my legs wide and told me to open up for him, I knew what that meant. I pulled my pussy high and tight and popped my clit up for him to suck on.

"He loves sucking on that sweet clit doesn't he, I'll have to get some of it later for myself, and I love a good pussy to suck on now and then. Does it feel good?"

"Yes, it feels real good, he has my clit in his lips and he's teasing the tip with his tongue, I love it."

"Okay Ned she's wet and ready. Get that cock into her deep."

"You heard the man, get on this cock just like he said."

I stood up and lowered myself onto his huge stick. When I got him deep in me Matthew told me to open up my legs as wide as I could. I pulled back and he could see my pussy filled with hard thick cock.

"Oh my God Ned, you should see this, her pussy is stretched tight around your rod, and her little sugar lips are just as tight as her pussy. See, I knew it, with her pussy filled up with a hard cock her clit is standing up nice and high begging to be sucked."

Ned didn't move this was for Matthew. The old man got close and licked around my clit. He'd suck it and let it pop out; he loved that, so did I.

"Every time you pop that clit she gets real tight, she loves that. Matt, pull that clit like you're sucking it. Oh yeah she likes that a whole lot. Feels like he's jerking you off doesn't it baby?"

"I told you Ned, that her clit gets nice and big, real hard and she loves it, anything, sucking, licking, pulling, even a little pinch and bite. Okay, now I want to suck her off so she cums on your cock so get ready."

Ned was pinching and pulling my nipples. Matthew began sucking me and it started.

"Oh yeah, suck that pussy, she's almost there. I'll tell you when she lets go. This is fucking hot baby, me buried deep in your cunt and Matt sucking your clit. You want to cum don't you? Get ready Matt, she's real tight now, here it comes, oh yeah, she's cumming hard now, don't stop sucking that clit Matt, she's cumming like mad."

It was over the top. I had never felt anything close to this before. I couldn't stop cumming, my clit still being sucked was hot and burning like it was on fire, and I loved it even more.

"You need to fuck her Ned, she's on fire, let me get out of your way, give it to her good."

Matt moved away from me and Ned started pumping inside me. His big hands grabbed my waist and he lifted me up and down on and off his cock, he was a fucking jack hammer. Ned was ready to cum himself, I felt him get hard and stop and then it came like a detonation inside me, He had me by my hips and he rode me up and down hard until, neither of us could move another muscle.

For the first time in I don't know how many hours I couldn't move. My body was stunned by what had just happened. I was senseless and couldn't care less.

Ned spoke first. "You're right Matthew, she is something special. I don't think I've ever known a woman willing to do anything close to this. She's got it all, big tits, big clit, nice hard pussy and a real sweet ass and a real love for down and dirty."

Matthew was smiling from ear to ear, he found them a fuck machine and he was a proud and happy man.

"I'd be willing to bet the farm that she sucks a mean cock. Maybe we could try something else. How about she sucks you off while I suck her off, let's see who cums first."

The role playing needed a dose of reality.

"I need a shower gentlemen and some time to regroup. How about you let me shower and we'll talk about what we do next?"

"I don't know if I can stay away from that pussy that long, and those titties, I love those titties, I want to suck them right now. Tell you what give me a few minutes on those titties and Ned can have what he wants then you can take a shower don't forget who's in charge here."

They didn't wait for an answer. Matt pulled me over to him and he sucked like he would never see a pair of tits for the rest of his life. Ned wanted some pussy, cum filled pussy at that. He got down between my legs and licked me all over, sucking my clit and finger fucking me. It didn't take long before I was cumming again, they were like addicts and I was their crack.

I didn't ask this time I just got up and headed for the bathroom and a hot cleansing shower. My body was aching and I finally just filled the tub with hot water and stayed there for as long as I could. I could hear them talking and laughing. I couldn't believe their stamina; they should by all rights be knocked out and in a coma. I stayed in that tub for at least an hour. When the water cooled down I drained it and filled it up again. By the time I was ready to get out I actually felt pretty good. My body was aching. My nipples were sore and my pussy was too but in a good way.

It suddenly sounded like there was someone else in the room. The sound of another voice, I couldn't even think that they called someone else to come join the party. This was getting out of hand. I got out of the tub and dried off. I found some lotion and I was clean and refreshed. It was time to get back to the party.

I found a robe and slipped into it. I wasn't about to walk into a room of god knows how many in nothing but a towel or less.

"Here she is this is Daria, our special darling."

My God, there was another man here. This one was pretty well up in years. Matthew and Ned looked like children next to him. I must be crazy.

"This is our buddy Wilbert, you can call him Willie."

Matthew was smiling like he hit the jackpot.

"Hello Willie, what an unexpected surprise to meet you tonight."

"Willie likes the ladies as much as Ned and I do, he may be a little older but he has lots of experience and believe it or not he can still get it up show her what you got Willie."

"It'd be my pleasure Matt."

This was like the good old boys club.

Wilbert unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankles. He was much older, his wrinkled skin and wobbly legs looked as though he was lucky to be standing. He reached into his shorts and pulled out a handful of cock, smaller than Ned but impressive just the same. He shook it at me and stroked it up n down while he wiggled his tongue at me.




Delicious Dirty Old Men



"I have a lot of stamina and when my old cock might give out on me I have a tongue that will never quit. I'm a tit man myself, although I can suck pussy with the best of them. So I'm ready willing and able."

If this wasn't actually happening and someone told me this story I doubt that I would take it seriously. It was happening. What is it they say about what goes on behind closed doors?

"Well gentlemen I say we have a hell of a night ahead of us and I'm ready to get it going. Daria, take that robe off and show Willie here those big titties I love so much."

I dropped the robe and lifted up my breasts and bounced them for Willie, I though Matt would go crazy. Look I was having as a good a time as they were; maybe I liked this more than they did.

"Since Willie is the only one here who hasn't had any pussy or titties me and Ned decided he can have you for himself while we watch, how's that sound Willie?"

So nice of them to share me don't you agree?

"That'll work real well for me, thanks boys, I want a little of everything so we might as well get started little lady. Why don't you come over here and let me feel your big sweet titties?"

Matt was in his chair and Ned was sitting across from him on the couch. Willie actually got a chair from the kitchen and put it in the middle of the room; he was putting on a little show for his friends.

Willie had me standing between his legs. Matt and Ned had a full view of both of us so they wouldn't miss anything.

"Jiggle those big titties for me, bounce them around."

I don't know who it excited more, Willie or Matt. Within a few minutes Willie was sucking my nipples like he'd never get a chance again. Matt was going crazy watching his friend's old tongue licking each one and then sucking on them.

"Suck them titties hard Willie, real hard they get so big and sweet."

"Oh yeah, I love these big ones, they bounce up and down just like I love it. Is your pussy nice and creamed up yet, maybe I need to check for myself."

His old fingers crept down between my legs and he moaned when he felt how wet I was. He put a finger inside me and fucked my pussy with it. He pulled his finger out and put his thumb in me, his finger stated rubbing my clit and I started to feel the tingling warning of an orgasm building.

"Her cherry clit is nice and puffed up; she is riding my finger real nice. Put that tittie in my mouth so I can suck it here for a minute."

I raised my tit to his face and he sucked it right into his mouth. The pressure of his fingers got harder and his teeth bit down on my nipple, it was getting close to the point of I couldn't stop myself from cumming. Within a few seconds he stopped what he was doing.

"Get down on the floor and spread your legs nice and wide for me. I got to have some of that pussy right now."

How he managed to get down on the floor is something I couldn't believe but there he was and in a minute his face was sucking on my wet quivering pussy. He was slurping and sucking and kissing and making all kinds of sounds, he was also driving me insane with how good it felt. He reached up and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them as he sucked my clit between his lips.

"Sweet Jesus this has got to be the best cunt I ever tasted and I've had my fair share. Baby doll you have a clit that was made for sucking, it's so nice and round and sits up right out of that boat doesn't it? Okay now, I'm going to eat some more of this tasty cunt and when I come up for air you turn right around and get up on your hands and knees because I'm going to be ready to get to the fucking part I like so well."

"What did I tell you Willie, is she something else? Sitting here watching you eat that just makes me crazy because I know what it tastes like and I want it even more. Ned, look at how she's pumping that pussy up for him to get it all, and look at those titties bouncing all over, shit this is driving me crazy."

Listening to him talking and feeling Willie's mouth was enough to take me to the point of fuck you I'm cumming.

"Oh my God, that's it don't stop, I'm cumming for you old man, feel that, that's my pussy cumming hard?"

Willie pulled up and practically threw me over on my hands and knees. I could feel the contraction still rolling when he shoved his cock inside me.

"Oh fuck, this is too good to be true, she's still pumping that pussy and it's filled with my old cock, that's it fuck me real hard, oh you love it, and you want it and got to have it."

"Look at those titties bouncing up and down and she's bucking like a bitch isn't she Willie?"

Willie couldn't answer he was getting ready to drop his wad and he wasn't going to miss a second of it. One hard deep thrust, he pulled my ass right onto him and then a pull back and he drove it deep as he felt his old cock spewing his cum inside me. I slowed down to let him catch his breath and enjoy his hard work. Every time I clamped down on his cock he moaned and I loved it. I felt him going soft and he fell out of me completely drained.

"Daria, you can never leave us, you have to let us play with you until the day we all drop dead. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't have those titties everyday or lick and suck that sweet pussy. Ned, she's the best we have ever had isn't that right?" 

Ned looked straight at me and smiled. "This isn't over yet fella's is it baby?"

"By no means is this over gentlemen, I've just gotten started. Willie I think you need to sit your old self down and rest while I take care of whoever gets me next. Now, who's that going to be, you Ned, or is it Matthew's turn, I've lost track. Or should we just let Willie rest a bit and have a down and dirty with all four of us at one time? You're the boss Matt, so, while I go and freshen up why don't you talk amongst yourselves and decide."

I got off the floor and walked out of the room with a smile on my face. It was clear to me what had just happened; if you missed it let me explain it to you.

Ned was being a hard ass. There was no way he was going to agree that I was the best he'd ever had, after all, he was the man with the monster cock. He wanted to hear me beg him and so far I hadn't done that. For Matt and Willie it was still a game, fun and they were having a ball. Ned, he wanted to dominate, make me submissive, show me who was actually in charge.

I had no doubt that he could actually do that, he was experienced and a strong willed confident man. That little smack on my ass while he was fucking me was a test, he wanted to see my reaction, when there was none he had only one thought in his mind, he was going to break me. When I walked back into the living room I knew who was coming for me and all I could say was, game on.

"Daria, we've been waiting for you. We talked it over and we decided that Ned here should be next. He wants you all to himself, Willie and l will be watching of course. Ned says you're a bad girl who needs to be taught a lesson about who's in charge here. He thinks I was too easy on you and you didn't do what you were told. Ned wants to show us how to tame a hellcat like you. So, now it's all in Ned's hands."

I looked straight into Ned's eyes and smiled, Come and get me.

"You are one hell of a woman Daria." Ned was about to give me the rules.

"Shake those big tits at Matthew here and he's putty in your hands. Willie, he's just happy to have some pussy at his age, he's thankful for any little taste he can get. Then there's me. I'm a different kind of man. I like my woman to be obedient and submissive, but you already know that, don't you"? See you have to earn every bit of the pleasure you want. I like to take my time, bring you to where I want you and when you can't take it another second I want to hear you beg for it. Now, I can see that "I don't beg" look in those green eyes and I like it, hell I love it. Let me make myself clear so there's no question in your mind, you'll beg, I guarantee that."

Ned walked over to the end of the room and turned on the music he'd chosen for our little dance. It was sultry, a deep heavy rhythmic beat. There was one small lamp that he left on, the rest of the room was dark, and he was setting his stage. 

He handed me something and told me to go and put them on, by the time I was dressed he'd be ready. 

Smiling I took the pieces of lingerie and walked out of the room. Clearly he had come prepared for anything, he knew what he wanted and he had all the components available to fulfill his fantasy.

Ned liked his woman nasty, it was clear when I realized what he had given me. I put the lace panties on, they barely came above my hips and emphasized the fullness of my labia, they were tight and left most of my ass exposed.

The black garter belt was soft leather with long satin ribbons that had black clips at the ends. I put it around my waist and closed it in the back. The stocking were shimmering black silk, they hugged my legs and the lace tops came about half way up my thighs. I hooked them to the garter belt.

A lace bra had an underwire and thin satin straps. When I put it on my breasts were half covered and the fullness was thrust high and pushed them together with my nipples jutting forward and completely exposed. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was exactly what he wanted, a fuck me slut.

I found my bag and took out my brush. I pulled my hair up and put it into a tie. I pulled whisps down here and there and when I was satisfied I put a deep red lipstick on and shiny gloss to accentuate the fullness of my lips. I slipped into the black pumps I had worn to Matt's.

The final item was a long black lace robe. I put it on and let it fall just on my shoulders tying it under my breasts. Some perfume here and there and I was ready. I had transformed myself into the million dollar whore he was looking for. I had to admit one thing; his taste in erotic lingerie was quite good.

The music was sexy and sensual. The room was dark and erotic. I walked into the living room and when they saw me I thought Matthew would pass out with excitement. Willie was sitting on the couch and all he could do was lick his lips like a puppy waiting for a treat.

Ned was the real surprise. He was dressed down to his shoes. I instinctively understood he was making a statement. I was sure he would have me undress him at his leisure and for his enjoyment. 

His end game was to break me down and beg him to let me cum. He had no idea who he was playing with. In the end it would be Ned who would be begging. With a deep breath I walked towards Ned and let the dance begin.

He smiled at me; his eyes examined every inch of my body. He was proud of himself; I was exactly what he had pictured in his mind. Just as I was about to reach him I reached down and untied the robe, it fell open and to the sides along my body. Ned had to bite his lip to keep from gasping; it was better than he could have anticipated.

"More then you imagined,that's good." I spoke softly and slowly. 

I walked around his body and when I was in front of him I leaned forward taking a deep breath, "Ummm you smell like hot dirty sex."

Ned was enjoying himself but was just the slightest off his game because he thought I'd Be meek and easy. This wasn't a little innocent he was playing with, that was becoming clear.

I opened the first button of his shirt and looking straight into his eyes I licked his skin, we both felt him shiver with excitement.

The music was pulsing and wicked, I turned my back to him and stepping back until I could feel his cock, already hard, in the small of my back. I swayed against him, closing my eyes letting the music tell me how to move. 

He put his hands on my hips and pulled me back even closer. He was moving with me, feeling the beat and the building desire. Ned bent his head down and bit my shoulder, I moaned, he licked me and I whimpered.

I let the robe fall off my shoulders, he kissed my neck, it was sexy and his mouth felt hot and wet. I turned to face him and opened my mouth and licked his lips, up and down, biting softly, he was enjoying this as much as I was. I kissed him, hard and pushed my tongue into his mouth, he bit it and I thrust it deeper until our lips were sucking each other's mouths. 

Pulling away the robe fell around my feet and he couldn't hold the moan inside, he loved it, wanted it had to have it.

Ned put his hands on my waist and turned me around, he felt every inch of me, slowly, he lingered on my thighs, brushed the palms of his hands across my rigid nipples. Sucking on my neck he slipped his hand down inside my panties and his finger between my wet lips. His mouth was on my ear speaking quietly.

" You're already wet, you're cunt is hungry isn't it"? 

He rubbed my hard clit in circles and pulled his hand away and up out of my panties.

"Taste yourself" he whispered as he put his finger in my mouth and I licked it as if it was his cock. I unbuttoned his shirt and spread it open exposing his chest. Bending forward I caught his nipple between my teeth and bit down, and then softly sucked it until it swelled in my mouth. The sounds of passion were coming from him, he couldn't control his pleasure. I looked up with his nipple clenched between my teeth and smiled; he grinned and gave me round one.

I reached down and unzipped his pants. I reached inside and grasped his cock. It was rock hard and already wet with precum. I rubbed the wetness around that big head and then up and down and around the stiff length of that monster shaft. His breathing was deeper, faster, he had to stop me or he wouldn't be able to stop himself. 

He backed up and away from me. The chair was still there; he sat down in it and pulled me onto his lap. My legs were splayed on his sides. I could feel his cock against my pussy and I began grinding on it. Ned reached for my tits and taking one in his hand he pinched the hard protruding nipple, it stopped me in my tracks. His head fell forward and he sucked the other nipple between his lips. Sucking one, pinching the other he was driving me crazy. The moaning was now coming from me, I gave him round two.

I slipped off his lap and down on the floor. I pulled that cock out and smiled at him as I licked around that big purple engorged head. I sucked the precum into my mouth and showed it to him, resting on the tip of my tongue before I swallowed it. The licking and sucking made him insane, he wanted to stop me but he couldn't it felt so fucking good. What he didn't know was that if I didn't stop I would have begged him to fuck me right then and there. Round three was a draw.

"Lay down on the floor." 

Now we were trading punches. Before I laid back I opened the button of his pants and pulled them down, he had to step out of them. His cock was standing up straight and rock hard. He took his shirt off and he was naked.

I laid back and he pulled my legs apart. My clit was so swollen I'm sure he could see it straining against the tight sheer panties. He was kneeling between my legs and began rubbing the head of that magic wand up and down across my clit. It was better than hot it was thrilling me. 

Ned pulled my panties off and got down on the floor. His tongue might have just been the weapon I couldn't fight off. The little flickers of his tongue, the soft sucking, the deep thrusts of his tongue was becoming almost too much to take. I had to stop this.

"Ummm...tastes so sweet doesn't it, hard wet and sweet. You want to make me cum don't you; if I come like this I win". I barely won round four.

Ned was ready to go in for the kill. This was the final round, one would win, and someone would lose.

I opened my legs wider and dared him to come and get me. I reached down and rubbed my clit, moaning and whimpering like a woman who was about to cum. Ned got close and when he touched that big head against my wet pussy he plunged inside deep and hard.

"You love it don't you, hard driving cock plunging deep into that wet cunt. Oh yeah, I can feel it, you're so ready, all you have to do is ask me for it."

I pulled his face down and kissed him, sucking on his tongue, licking his kips, wet passionate kissing. I began squeezing him every time he pulled back, and relaxed when he drove inside me. 

The first little beads of sweat were dripping off his face, he was barely hanging on. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began a smooth fucking motion. When I thrust my hips up I rubbed my clit against his cock, he felt it and was hanging by a thread. It was time to go for the kill.

"Feel that, that's my pussy sucking you down deep, you like it there, deep in my wet tight cunt. You want to fuck me hard don't you, go on then, fuck me, fuck me hard."

"You Bitch."

Ned drove so hard and fast I felt him in my throat, he couldn't wait he had to cum, he had no control, no weapons left and he fucked me brilliantly. When I felt him stop for that split second, push hard it was all over. The warm cum was leaking out of me down my ass and I began fucking him back hard, rubbing my clit and in seconds I was there, he knew it, felt, it and wanted every bit of it. The final thrust and the deep groan gave me my victory. 

We were both exhausted. His head fell on my chest and slowly I felt him soften and slid out of me. I think we laid there for several minutes before either one of us moved.

"You must be a Black Widow in disguise. You kill all your lovers this way?"

"No, just the ones I really enjoy."

We smiled, it was over and we had one hell of good time. Ned kissed me softly and helped me up off the floor. Matthew and Willie were actually pretty quiet.

After a short conversation we were all in agreement that I needed to go home and get some rest, it had been a very long day.

"I'm sure going to miss those big beautiful titties I love so much, will you think about coming back to play with me again?"

"Matthew I will give it some serious consideration. You are a very sweet man and I have truly enjoyed my time with you."

"Well if you do come back can Matt give me a call so I can come over and play with you?"

"Dear Wilbert, I wouldn't have it any other way."

I left them and went into the bathroom, took a quick shower and dressed to leave. 

I kissed Matthew and Wilbert goodbye and Ned said he'd walk me to my car and open the garage door for me.

"I left your lingerie in Matthew's bathroom; you may want to take it with you when you leave."

"Well to be honest, I was kind of thinking you might want to keep it for the next time we see each other."

"Tell you what, why don't you bring it with you tomorrow night, I'll give you my number and address and you can come for dinner say about seven?"

"That sounds like a date, Daria, you are a very special lady, I'm thrilled that we've met and I'm looking forward to tomorrow night. Just one thing though, I'm still intent on hearing you beg."

"I'm looking forward to it, Goodnight Ned; see you tomorrow, 7PM sharp, I like my lover to be on time."

"You can count on it."

I gave Ned my number and address and after a few very delicious kisses I was on my home.

Now I know you're curious, did Ned actually bring me to my knees? Did I see Matthew and Wilbert again? You'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out. 

I promise you it will be well worth the wait.

Love and kisses to all my dirty old men...



Delicious Evening



You come over to my house in the late afternoon. You've dressed in a sexy, revealing outfit that has "Fuck Me" written all over it. It's a button-down shirt with no bra on, and a shirt that leaves little to the imagination. I don't know it, but you have no panties on underneath.

We make dinner together, teasing and rubbing up against each other, kissing. Candlelight plays over the table as we enjoy a relaxing dinner together, and you unwind with a nice glass of wine. So delicious. You and I, and all the time in the world. Sweet.

It's cool outside, so afterwards we light a fire in the fireplace and sit on futon in front of fireplace. We start making out, hot passionate kisses. Kissing like teenagers, like it's our first and last make-out session ever. I start to rubbing your tits through your shirt, then move my hands inside your shirt and get you really hot

You start rubbing my cock through my pants while I'm doing this, and then unzip and start teasing my cock with your hand. I moan in pleasure and kiss you deeper as I grind into your hand. 

My hand finds its way under your skirt, where I'm surprised to find your bare and moist pussy! You are so wet as I slide my fingers over the moist lips, and finally slide fingers inside you. You slide your hips forward and moan as they enter you.

We decide it's time to hop into the Jacuzzi to "cool off". The sun will be going down soon. We strip down to complete nakedness right there in the living room, and walk out into the cool evening air.

In the water, we start making out again, rubbing tits, sucking on your nipples, rubbing your pussy. You hold my cock and keep it hard the whole time we're in there. Watching the sun go down, we kiss and hold each other. Mmmm....

We get out of the water, and you announce that you need to pee. I say to just pee right there on the patio, to pee on me, and then we'll shower off. You spread your legs and I get to watch you pee, right on my cock. My cock stiffens at the sight and feeling of you peeing all over me. We hug, and rub our wet genitals together. Delicious You are so fun and spontaneous!!

You grab me by the cock and lead me into the house where we shower. Then I set up the massage table, you lay down in front of the fireplace. I light candles and put on soft music.

I give you a long, warm massage, not touching your beautiful pussy, and only gently massaging your tits. I'm purposely letting you long for my touch there, after such an arousing make-out session on the futon and in the Jacuzzi, without any real relief. Just teasing you. 

After your massage proper, you're lying on your stomach, and I finally slide my hand down into your crack, in into your pussy. Mmmmm...delicious!!! I see your pink lips wet with moisture. I've never seen such a beautiful sight.

I move around and put my cock in your mouth as I continue to finger your pussy, getting me hot and close to climaxing. Your breathing gets hotter and hotter, as you approach orgasm several times, but I don't quite let you get there.....not yet.

After much hot sucking, I climb onto the table and slide my rock hard cock into your moist, waiting pussy, and you moan out loud. "You're about to get your spontaneous combustion, Baby", I say. I pump at your pussy for a long time, while you reach underneath and rub your clit. I'm rubbing my cock against your G-spot and you have several long, rolling orgasms. Your pussy contracts and squeezes my cock into supreme pleasure!

I can feel my cock getting ready to spurt, you rub my hips and coo "C'mon, Baby. Squirt that love cream deep inside my pussy now! C'mon, FUCK IT!! FUCK MEEEE!! Yah! Give it to me, Fucker!! Give it to me!! FUCK ME, you fucking cunt fucker!!" Your language surprises me, and it makes me soar over the edge, as I fill your cute tight pink pussy up with my cream, and moan out loud.

I lay on top of you, sweaty and hot, breathing hard. I give several more strokes of my cock to milk the last bit out of me, and slowly let myself get softer inside you.

I roll off of you and lay next to you on the table, we kiss and hold each other. So sweet...

Then off to the bedroom to snuggle in the sheets, kiss, and slowly fall asleep as we spoon each other. So sweet.....Sweet Dreams.



Delicious Inspiration



I'm still sitting on your lap, my back to you, my thighs straddled over yours. I'm trying to catch my breath. My fingers are coated with my cum, and I can feel you sucking my fingers one by one. I'm watching you in the full-length mirror. I can feel your tongue on my fingertips. I wonder, does my tongue feel that good on the tip of your cock? 

I turn in your lap, sitting side ways now. I press my lips against the pulse in your neck, then slide lower flicking my tongue over your collarbone. My fingernails are grazing back and forth over your nipples. I grasp your biceps, and resituate myself on my knees between your spread thighs. My nipples are rubbing against your belly. I press my body tightly against yours, and look up at you. I think to catch your eye, but you're looking in the mirror. 

I turn my head and look behind me. I see myself as you do for a moment. My ass is perfectly framed by black lace thigh highs, the straps of my garter belt and my long silky black hair. I'm flanked on either side by your outstretched thighs. My position is deliciously obvious. I catch your eye in the mirror, and lick my lips. With a naughty grin, I turn back to you.

I lean into you once more, and swirl my tongue over one nipple, sucking it into my mouth, and rubbing the flat of my tongue over it. I gently nibble a path over to your other nipple, my fingers toying with it, then flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth over it, watching it get harder. I suck and bite my way down your belly, then gently breath over the trail of kisses, watching your skin tighten. I swirl my tongue around your belly button, then dip it in and out. I pull my fingertips down your skin, and run them around the waistband of your tuxedo pants. 

Unbuckling your belt, I tug it from your belt loops with a snap, then drop it to the floor. I run my lips, open mouthed, along the length of your cloth-covered shaft. I can feel you tense and press against my lower lip. I breathe hard against the head of your cock, hearing you gasp as the heat sifts through your pants and surrounds your cock. I tug at the button of your pants with my teeth, undoing it with a twist of my mouth; my hands busy stroking your taut thighs. 

I suck the tab of your zipper between my lips, and slide it down. You tense, pushing your muscles, and your cock pushes through the opening of your boxers and slaps me in the cheek. I smile as your eager cock gives me delicious inspiration and give the head a tiny flick of the tongue before I wriggle your pants and boxers down your hips, with your help. You lift one leg and then the other as I remove your pants completely, and throw them to the side. 

I feel your hand tangle in my hair turning my head to the mirror. You lean forward and run your tongue over the corner of my mouth, whispering, "Look how beautiful you look on your knees in front of me." The erotic picture we make mesmerizes me. I feel you gently tug my hair, and I turn back to your cock. 

I sit back on my heels, and place my hands on the floor in front of me, sliding myself back so I can reach your ankle with my mouth. I place a kiss on your skin there, and begin to run my tongue up your calf muscle. I gently nip your inner thigh, then turn my head to reach the other thigh. I exhale as my lips pass your balls, tickling the hair on them with my warm breath. I suck the soft skin of your thigh between my lips, running my tongue over the part in my mouth, then sliding the tip of my tongue down to your knee. I nibble my way back up your leg, then nuzzle your balls with my nose. I inhale the scent of you, and part your balls with my nose, pressing the tip of it against the base of your cock. I start to run my nose up the base of your cock, and feel the weight of your balls. As the sack slips between my nose and your cock with a gentle shake, I start waving my tongue up the underside of your shaft, swirling that pulsing vein. 

I reach the thick ridge of your head and run my lower lip along the bottom of it. I press my lips together on the underside of your head, then gently press my mouth up and over your head. Letting your head push into my mouth, the ridge is just behind my lip-covered teeth. I suckle around you, slow, gentle, and rhythmic. Pressing my mouth down slowly, the head of your cock slides back across the roof of my mouth. I swallow once, constricting my mouth around you, then continue down your perfectly thick shaft. I feel your cock stretch my lips, as your head slips beyond my palate and touches the back of my throat. 

I look up at you with my big brown eyes, and turn my head to the side, causing my lips to twist around your cock and your head to swirl in my throat. Grasping your thighs, I push my mouth down on you firmly and slowly, until I feel my throat expand and take your head. My lips are around the base of your cock now, just where you like them. I turn my head to the other side, my lips swirling a tight circle on your shaft. My tongue is flicking up and down waving inside my mouth on the underside of your cock. and your head is grinding in my throat.

I slide my mouth up your shaft, knowing the cool air is surrounding your wet cock with every inch I expose. I get to the ridge of your head, and swirl my tongue around it and the little tiny hole at the tip. I push my mouth back down, twisting it from side to side as I go. Up your shaft, swirling my tongue over your head and then twisting my lips back down again. I start pulling my lower lip tightly up the underside of your shaft, then pushing my upper lip back down the top of your cock. Up with the bottom lip, down with the top, my tongue swirling without stop. Knowing you can feel the cool air and then my hot, wet mouth. 

My lips are starting to get swollen, as they rub up and down your cock. I feel your hand resting on the top of my head, urging me to take you deeply as I stroke you with my mouth. I moan on your cock, feeling your shaft jump against my tongue every time I push my mouth down and take your head in my throat. I reach my hand up to cup your balls. They're wet with my saliva.

I massage them, one then the other. I rub the base of your cock between your separated balls. I feel them bounce against my hand as I rub back further, my mouth a fast, slick blur on your cock. I start jerking your cock with my lips, as I suck a little harder. I make a circle around the base of your balls with one hand and rub that spot between your cock and your ass. Your balls feel heavy as I circle them. I'm milking your cock with my mouth. Your thighs are tensing around me. I look up at you, hearing your harsh gasp as your balls tense.

Your hands are tangled in my hair. I don't know if you're holding on or urging me to suck harder. I'm going crazy on your cock, jerking my lips, swirling my tongue, creating a delicious vacuum of slick heat. I can feel you thrusting up into my mouth and know you are close. You know I like the surprise of your cum, so you don't tell me. I feel you entire body tense, and position my hand so your balls pop through the circle of my fingers. 

"Ohhhhhhhh", I moan on your cock, taking you deeply. Your first spurt of white hot cum slides right down my throat. I swallow around your head, milking it. The next blast fills my mouth, coating my tongue. The texture and taste perfectly sweet and making my tongue tingle. I press my lips tightly around your shaft and jerk up a few more times, taking all of your cum. One last spurt takes me by surprise, and ends up dribbling out the corner of my mouth, down my chin. 

I feel your grip on my hair relax, and hold you gently in my mouth, breaking the suction gently around the head of your sensitive cock. I lean against your thigh, and rest, knowing in a few moments you'll be ready to play again.



Delicious Moment



My friends T and F built a two story playhouse outside of the tiny North Carolina town of O. Nothing fancy, but it has a bar, pool table, dance floor, dj booth, private rooms, and second-story screened porch overlooking a pool and Jacuzzi. T&F throw parties there twice a month. Private parties. Invitation-only parties. Anything-goes parties. Anywhere from 50 to 100 typically attend.

H and I received our invitation in a discreet email that said simply, "Toga Party" and listed the date and time. It occurred on no particular Saturday night last summer. H showed me the email and melted my insides when he said, "You will go as my slave." H fashioned himself a standard bed sheet toga according to some instructions on You Tube, then dedicated his spare time to my costume, a Roman slave tunic designed to barely cover my 5'4", 118lb frame.

H found the thinnest T-shirt available, cut out the seams at the shoulders and sides, and scissored away sleeves, collar and hem. He riveted grommets to the sides and shoulders. H threaded leather cords through the grommets from neck to hem, leaving a gap that varied 3 to 6 inches. The laces extended just down to my hips, leaving two loose flaps of fabric to cover my tail and femininity. H tied a bow knot on each lace and attached silver beads to the loose ends to dangle and sparkle and beg to be tugged. The hem of my tunic barely reached my upper thighs.

H crafted a collar from the remaining leather cord with wooden letter beads that spelled out "GIRL" across my throat. He found a matching pair of brown leather high-heeled sandals and an ankle bracelet of tiny bells that jingled softly with every step.

Raw, revealing, and Roman, when we dressed for the party, H pulled the laces tight so that the tiny costume stretched and clung to my naked body. He kept his promise that I would be allowed a long cape over my costume only for the trip over. I would have to surrender it the moment we stepped inside. Even wrapped in the cape, the air danced on my bare skin during the car ride. I closed my eyes and considered how I had been prepared a day earlier.

H tied me naked to the bed on all fours. He positioned me with my chest draped over the footboard. He covered it with folded comforters to serve as padding. He fastened my wrists to the bedposts near the floor. He tied ropes around my legs at the knee and fastened them to the bedposts level with the mattress, pulling them tight, forcing my legs apart, exposing my ass and pussy from behind.

Once so secured, H retrieved my favorite vibrator and wooden paddle from our toy box and proceeded to stoke my pussy with the softly humming phallus and to alternately sting my ass with the paddle. He expertly timed the exchange of tools, bringing my orgasm to the brink with one, then forcing it back down with the other. After so conditioning me for a half hour, H began an interrogation, a technique he used to help me reconnect with my sexuality years earlier, which he now occasionally repeats because he grew to enjoy it.

"Tell me how you like your costume Slave Girl!" he demanded, the paddle finding the warm burn of my ass with a sharp smack.

"I like it Master! I like it a lot!" I gasped.

"What do you like about it slave? The truth!" He commanded.

"I like that I'm so exposed Master. I like being exposed in your presence, unable to hide how I respond to you." I admitted.

"What else Slave?"

"Oh Master, I want to... I want you to take the costume away from me... in front of others. I want to be naked by your side." I gasped. He rewarded my confession with a long moment of soft massage with the vibrator, a wave of pleasure just cresting when he withdrew it and continued to question me.

"What else have you been thinking about for tomorrow night Slave? What other scenarios have you imagined?" He knew I had been thinking about it. He knew the costume try-ons would set off my imagination, and they had. I had fantasized about being at the party, masturbated thinking about it. Now he was after the information he knew would be there."

"Master, I uh..." I hesitated.

The paddle found my sore tail with a sharp smack that made me grimace even as the vibrator delivered its distracting relief. "You masturbated didn't you! Now tell me what you thought about!" he demanded again.

"Oh Master, I did. I did. I imagined walking around T & F's place and I'm wearing the costume, or maybe by then you have made me take it off. A young guy comes up strikes up a conversation with you and compliments my body. Then..." I hesitated again. Thwack, the paddle landed squarely on my ass again as an involuntary "Ohhh!" escaped my lips. "He asks your permission to eat my pussy Master."

"Yes, continue" he said.

"You force me to lie back in a chair in a room full of people and he gets down on his knees and licks my pussy." I moaned at the thought and in response to the vibrations now pulsing in my pussy. "...and you and everyone watch me come over and over again." I admitted tearfully.

His hand then rubbed and soothed my sore bottom as he applied the vibrator in just the right spot. "Good girl. That was what I wanted to know. Don't you feel better now?" his deep voice cooing in my ear.

"Yes Master. Oh yes." I involuntarily ground myself into the vibrator and he turned up the speed and rubbed it perfectly over my clit. "Oh Master, that feels so good... Oh Master, that is so nice... I do want to be naked Master. I do want you to strip me in front of everyone. Oh, please let me come! Please let me come Master!. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I cried, coming hard in response to his skillful play.

I opened my eyes when we arrived at T&F's, feeling myself moist from the memory of the previous day. We got out of the car and walked through the warm humid evening air toward the door to T&F's play house. We entered, and as promised, H drew the cape from my shoulders as the door closed behind me. The cool indoor air brought my nipples to full attention, a fact which the sheer fabric slave tunic made no secret. I instinctively folded my arms. H said firmly, "Arms down Chel" as we started toward the bar, my ankle bracelet announcing each stride. A toga is a loose fitting wrap that barely clings to one's body. Wearing one in public creates a sexual charge underlying every event at a Toga Party. Lots of couples picked up on the Roman Master/Slave theme. As thin and open as my tunic was, mine was not the most revealing. Two girls went topless and everyone was showing some skin. I relaxed and we mingled.

H loves to dance with me, and we moved toward the dance floor early in the evening. I enjoyed dancing in the tiny tunic, H twirling me and turning me provocatively.

I also enjoyed watching others. My favorite was a delightful girl wearing a classic long tunic that was entirely too loose fitting to stay in place. It was essentially two slender rectangles of fabric attached at the shoulders with leather straps, and tied with a sash at her waist. Even her slightest movements caused the tunic to shift and fall open and leave her exposed. She was cute, with brown hair and eyes. Slender and young, she was clearly excited to be wearing nothing underneath her tunic. She constantly fought to keep the fabric over her breasts and pussy. Spending every second battling the wayward costume, she had no time to look up and notice the number of people staring at her, waiting to see it fall open.

Her Master ignored her awkward plight. I heard him say "I think we'll dance" and my heart leaped. There was no way she could keep her costume in place. I watched her every move, her graceful barefoot stride to the dance floor, the beauty of her poised neck as she looked up at her Master begging with her eyes that he change his mind. The look on his face said she would receive no mercy. He told her to dance. She obeyed. Her tunic instantly fell from her body and swung freely. I had to catch my breath. Her Master slid his fingers under the shoulder straps and released them, letting the cloth drop to the floor. There she stood totally naked, no jewelry or tattoos, clean shaven and beautiful.

At that moment, H grasped the silver beaded end of the bow tied at my shoulder and gave it a gentle tug. I thought he might untie it and let it fall off of me. But he was teasing, letting me know that he saw me watching the beautiful naked girl and that the evening would not end until I was likewise exposed.

For most of the evening we danced and drank, my scant costume drawing compliments and approving looks, as well as the occasional "accidental" brush of a hand. H sent me to the bar whenever he needed a refill. He loves to force me to walk scantily clad through a crowd. He knows what it does to me. 

T and F's place has a pool table by the front door. Coming back in from a break, we noticed several couples playing. A toga clad guy attempted to bank the eight ball to win, but scratched. H commented, "Almost! That shot was your best shot!" I looked around the room as the two of them got to talking. Before I knew it, H placed a bet with this guy. Each would take turns trying the bank shot again. The first to sink it could pick which of the two women, me or this guy's girl, would strip. Right there in the well lighted game room with everyone watching. 

H let the other guy shoot first and he scratched again! I breathed a premature sigh of relief watching H eye the other girl. She rose from her chair expecting, as did I, that she would now have to remove her clothes in front of everyone. I noticed the entry points to the game room were starting to fill with onlookers who overheard enough to know someone was about to be sans clothes. H eyed the other guy's girl for a moment before he turned and looked at me. "Lose the tunic!" he said with a smile. 

A collective roar of laughter filled the room. I was stunned. H. looked at me implacably. As the realization set in, I felt a twinge of excitement. But I tried to keep the look of surprise on my face and hide the fact that my femininity now throbbed at the thought of what he was telling me to do. I crossed my arms over my breasts and felt myself nervously shirt from side to side. "Why me?" I argued. "You won! I think she should be the one to do it!" 

H just held out his hand. The room grew quiet. I lowered my arms in front of my torso, took the hem in each hand, and pulled it up and off, placing the cloth into H's outstretched hand. There were several subdued expressions of approval from the room. My nipples instantly rose hard and excited, telling everyone I was excited. I was totally naked save for the slave collar and heels. H tossed the tiny tunic over his shoulder and lingered long enough for everyone in the well-lighted game room to get a good look at me before we started back for the dance floor.

Instead of heading directly up a stair case to the second floor, H made me walk ahead of him down the corridors of the first floor, passing a number of interested lookers. We went out the back door and stood on a small wooden deck. H stopped and wordless began to caress my swollen nether lips, his soft touch lighting me on fire. 

Then he turned to walked up a single flight of wooden stops that ascended to a screen porch off of the back of the second floor. Moving slow and careful in my heels, I could hear the din of voices on the porch above. They were hearing my footsteps, but would not be able to see me until I reached the landing. First they would see my head. With each step, I would come into view, my breasts, then my pussy, finally the little jingling ankle bracelet that communicated my submissive role for the evening. Step by step, up I went into full view.

Conversations lulled a bit as I stepped into the landing then opened the door and walked onto the porch. About a dozen people sat in groups of two to four, at four picnic style tables. There was an opening between the tables to allow passage from the screen door to the back door of the house. Walking through brought me right past J and K. I noticed with some relief that K's tunic was off one shoulder, baring her breast. H motioned for me to sit next to her.

Many drinks and hours of being on display, and now sitting totally naked in front of her, my insides turned to butter. I burned with desire. Alcohol and sex-charged endorphins coursed through my bloodstream. The atmosphere became surreal. I slurred away at K for just a minute or two, droopy eyed and smiling, before I simply leaned over and started sucking her bare breast. I pushed her top down alternately sucked both of her breasts. My mouth devoured her hard nipples as my hands squeezed and caressed them. I sucked, nipped, licked, and flicked them with the tip of my tongue.

Right next to us, J and H continued to talk as they watched. K soon flushed with desire and pushed me back to returned the favor. My hard nipples begged for the attention and K's sucking and licking provided all they needed. A flush of dizzy desire filled me even as H lifted me to my feet and turned my naked form for J to inspect. "She has a cute body", J remarked. "Do you think I could get a taste?"

My mind raced. Was he asking to taste me? J was young and cute, well dressed and polite. He was asking H if he could taste me. This was EXACTLY what I had fantasized about the day before. I looked at H. Had he arranged this? I stood completely naked in front of a dozen or more people and shifted nervously, trying to contain the waves of desire now coursing through me. All ears now hung on every syllable, listening to see where this was all leading. I wanted to drop to my knees and nuzzle them both and beg them, yes, yes, please let him lick me, let him suck me, let everyone watch. My heart pounding, I nudged the conversation forward by looking at J and motioning my head toward H. "It's up to him."

Even the implacable H was still doing a double take. He did not appear to have arranged this. J noticed H's quizzical expression and repeated his request. "Do you think I could get a taste?"

I felt my pussy pulse with desire and fill with moisture when H said, "I think that would be alright."

Motion erupted around me. K helped move the bench to the middle of the porch. One gorgeous brunette, tall and strong, sat down on it and patted the end of the bench in front of her saying, "I'll support her!" Someone placed some clean towels on the end of the bench. I sat on them and leaned back against the brunette. She encircled me comfortably in her arms. H positioned me on the bench so that my legs were apart and I reclined enough to suspend my bare pussy just over the end of the bench. 

I watched J drop to his knees in front of me. He leaned forward and gently cradled my thighs in each arm. I heard people shifting benches and tables to get a better view. H stood behind J watching over me. I felt J's breath on my pussy as he moved his mouth closer, felt his mouth find me, his hot tongue begin to part my burning lips. His tongue found my clit and he began a slow up and down sucking and licking. Everyone watched me intently. I tried a little, but I could not hold back and my first long moan of pleasure broke the silence.

The brunette holding me took my hard nipples between her thumb and index finger, slowly squeezing and kneading them, pinching and twirling, pulling and twirling. "Oh thank you I heard myself whimper to her. She kissed me passionately and I returned the fervor wiggling my tongue deeply and furiously in her sweet mouth. All the while, J worked his magic on my burning pussy.

My chest rose and fell as I panted breathlessly, naked and exposed, the center of so much attention. I reached a point of complete abandon. I took J's head in my hands and pulled him into my famished pussy, pumping just enough to move my swollen clit in counter-rhythm to the flicking of his tongue. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, I moaned. I pressed my hips into his face, grinding my hot nether region into his delicious mouth. Speaking to everyone there I said, "Oh lovers. Oh lovers. Oh, that's so good. That's so good!" My moans and cries of pleasure grew louder. Naked and exposed in front of everyone, writhing in pleasure as they watched me, my hot pussy writhing and quivering in response to J's burning tongue. Waves of sheer ecstasy washed over me. I exploded in his mouth with a long "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" feeling my pussy gush as I came and came and came.

Finally I was spent and satisfied, breathing hard, trying to recover. My legs were wobbly when I stood. H and several others supported me. H held me in his lap and wrapped his loving arms around me. T appeared on the landing and said some neighbors had called to complain about the noise of a woman in the back yard. He asked if we heard anything. A few people chuckled. H and I said nothing. To this day H has not returned the tunic. I remained naked and for one last slow dance with H, for the walk to our car, and for the drive home. I sprawled across the car seat and nestled my head in H's lap, taking out his cock and sucking and licking him sweetly during the long drive home, using my mouth and tongue as skillfully as I could, thanking him for amazing pleasure I experienced.

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Delicious Perfection



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This is about as raw as your little Angel gets.  Just me, my mic and my soft fingers.  Enjoy!

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Delicious Quickie



"HI," she smiled.

They'd barely spoken before he was rummaging between her thighs with shaking hands, anxiously fondling the crease of her jeans. She was surprised by the sudden drive in his desire. One minute, smiling at the door, the next trying to open up her body, without so much as a warning.

"This is interesting," she gasped as he pulled his other arm around her, and silenced her, covering her mouth with a lapping, ferocious tongue. He licked all around her lips and mouth as if she was made of cream and he needed feeding, then he delved into her mouth, licking inside. The whole experience made her whimper, breathless and scared.

He made little noises of appreciation, smiling a little as he began working on her tongue with his, and the insides of her cheeks, fiercely, softly, sensually breaking her concentration.

The motions were distracting enough that by the time she could regain her thoughts, she was flat on her back and he was moving on her as if they were naked. By then it was too late. Her body tingled so badly and her legs were spread open, her jeans tugged down over her calves. He was grinding himself against her, playing with her, teasing and tickling her between her legs and she couldn't bare it.

"Oh God, wait," she whispered, trying to halt the activity, trying to hold onto any last vestige of sanity she had before she orgasmed against his hand. But he didn't hear her, and if he did, he didn't want to acknowledge her right for self-control. He worked her mouth over, placing his tongue in areas she didn't know she had, lapping at her like she was edible. At the same time, this multitasking, brilliant creature had his hands widening the space between her thighs, his fingers trickling soft and hard over the moist cotton underwear, his palm every now and then flatting against her sex so that she gasped again, pushing down on him instinctively.

He knew what she needed before he could stick it in her, and everything was building up to that part, when he was able to ram it up inside her and make her grunt with a sensual compulsion that all women possessed. But he knew there was a pattern to this seduction: the speed, the need for her to cum, to work that flexible, bony clitoris around, twist it soft, make it ache, and erect so that she would lose all sense of control. 

There was a path to follow, and he knew it well, but this girl was ready to burst. Her body was already malleable. He could push her in one spot, and her hips would flex in response. He tongued her tasty little throat and her hands would shake, tremble, trying to undo the buttons on his jeans. Her entire form and mind were nearly in the prime position for a good fucking, but before he'd satiate the desire in his pants, he wanted a taste of her innards.

They all tasted different. He liked this one's penchant for the sweeter things: he had noticed her fridge stocked well with sodas, fresh and tropical fruits and candy bars, and when he moved his head down between her knees, pressing her wrists back so she couldn't move, he could smell the candy juices in the cotton of her panties. Salivating, he licked the cotton, then pushed it aside with his tongue and went to work on her fruity meat.

Her whole body twisted upwards, and she cried out from the shock of pleasure. "Oh God!"

She didn't know whether she was on the sofa, or floating up inches from it as her body pulsed with an unimaginable flow. First he had melted her resistence with coaxing kisses and hands, and now he was feasting from her as if she was his buffet. It was excruciating. Her body was tensed up, almost numb from the thumping pleasure. He drove his face faster and harder into her hole, then her sore, hard clit, and along the wedge of her slit, and she was breaking into a sweat as the pounding grew more and more severe.

Trying to reach out for something to brace herself with, she found the back of the couch, and as her body reached a climactic surge, she nearly broke a nail gripping onto the fabric weave of the sofa.

He pried her legs even wider apart. She was spread open to the whole world, one leg slung up over the back of the couch, the other flung wide. Her thighs ached with the cramping, but she didn't care. Finally he slid her panties down and pulled his cock out. She was dripping with cum, but without the finality of orgasm, her body craved the promise of his penis to finish the job. He knew this, and let her touch the hard muscle before he began to wipe the reddish head on her dewy cunt. She touched it with inexperience, but that just made the whole job more enjoyable.

The beautiful girl with the uncertainty was a blushing whore beneath him, rocking back and forth, out of control, murmuring and gasping in a series of whispered grunts, begging to be fucked. He left her cunt alone for a minute to cool down, and crouched over her head. He knelt over her face, holding his penis perilously close to her hair, then began to stroke it around her chin and cheeks, wiping her cream on her lips. She instinctively began to suckle at him, wrapping her lips wide around the shaft and sucking it back against the roof of her throat and the opening of her throat, kissing it deeply, licking and slurping it.

He quickly grew tired of the oral ministrations and returned to the cool wetness of the girl's steamy pussy. She hurried him on, urging him inside her quicker, and he gave it to her hard. It was what she wanted, her eyes blazed, her cheeks were ruddy and her mouth red, parted and gasping for it.

He braced himself up against the back of the sofa and began thrusting into her, pulsing in time with her moans. He widened her slacking knees, opening her right up to him so he could see the motions of his dick ripping into her. The cunt lips sucked him in, then reluctantly let him pull out, over and over. The hole thwacked when he fucked her up, then slurped as he fucked out. 

Pushing up closer to her, he began to stroke her sore, lonely clit. Like clockwork, she became alive again, moaning louder, torn up under the weight of both the friction of his pounding, and the smooth, beautiful motion of his fingers.

"Oh, ohh, ohhh," She rambled as he justled into her, watching her tits jiggle under the cover of her shirt. He wondered how he could have left them so late in the game, and quickly ripped the shirt open with one hand, struggling with the locked buttons. She fumbled to help him, unclasping her bra and letting the large sacs of creamy flesh open to his hand. He lost his rhythm for a minute, leaning in to suckle at the fat, hard nipple. It was like a delicious button in his mouth and he regained the thrusting motion easily, satiated for a moment just to be able to watch the pink nipples jump back and forth under him. 

He rubbed her clitoris in wider circles, using his palm and she began to quiver, steeling herself up for the great final blast of pleasure. Her voice rose to a higher pitch, desperate and agonizing, quieter and more serious under her breath. He fucked her to rouse the breath from her lungs, and felt his own pleasure building up as she tightened her cunt muscles around him. He breathed louder, moaning for her, growling a little as he repositioned his legs on the couch, and pistoning himself deeper in her.

Then it filled in his balls, deep down under his cock, and the pressure of ecstasy began to burn warm and hard in the floor of his pelvis, his stomach, crunching his body beautifully. He pumped faster and harder, opened his eyes and gasped to look at her expression as she came in a blinding orgasm under him. That was his trigger. She was loving it, cumming thick and hot under him and he drove his cock over and over, cumming into her, sending the seed into her hole. She drank it all into her womb, laying limp and tight on the sofa, spent and burning from orgasm. He kept pumping even after he came inside her, still enjoying the fragile girl's exhaustion. He grunted again, numb with a dark pleasure that tingled in his cock and base of his spine all the way up through to his hands. His head dizzied slightly and he slipped out of her.

The juices of his cum and her sweet lubrication flowed out and dripped on the cushions. It was a sexy sight, he noticed, pulling away and stumbling to stand up. The girl lay on the couch, spread-legged, wet, arms splayed tiredly, eyes closed and an expression of pleasure on her face. He smiled for a moment, then walked off, his still half-hard cock spilling over a little as he searched out the bathroom.

She was in a delicious tingling state, her cunt still throbbing and pulsing with the aftermath of being so visciously fucked and rubbed, her belly aching in knots from orgasm, every muscle in her body threaded with a relaxed exhaustion. Not wanting to move, or even open her eyes, she just wanted to lie like that for a while.

But she could hear him in the bathroom, whistling to himself, and she wanted to make herself again presentable to him when he came back. She closed her sore legs, and pulled her spit-wet panties back on. The couch was warm and wet against her thighs. Clasping her bra back on, she adjusted her battered breasts and stood up on uncertain, weak feet. Standing no good, she thought, and sat down again, further up on the sofa so she wasn't in the wet spot.

When he walked out, he was still wearing his shirt, but he'd taken his jeans off - or had he done that earlier? She didn't remember, but she got a good look at the now-softening organ that had been inside her. She suddenly had an intense desire to suck on it again, and smiled up at him.

"Hey Mr.Thorston," She croaked.

"Hey, Angela. How are you feeling?" He sat down beside her on the couch, and stroked her knee.

"Oh..." She blushed, "Better."

"Good girl. Now give me a nice kiss."

She leaned forward to kiss his mouth. He let her kiss his closed lips for a moment, then opened his mouth and she touched his tongue shyly. When they pulled away, he seemed to be very happy and relaxed, and let her rest her cheek on his thigh.

"You're the best Science teacher on the entire planet," she gushed, face to face with his delighted penis.

"And you'll be getting an A this term."

She giggled at the joke, "Gawd. Don't say that. You'll make me paranoid I'm not doing well enough at my studies."

"I've had a delightful night with you."

"MMm me too."

"Are you up for anymore?"

"Are you?"

"I could handle my cock inside you again, yes," he stroked her hair away from her ear.

"You have good stamina for your age," she reached out to touch the penis lightly with her finger, "Amazing."

"You like?"

"Mmm."

He groaned, "Man, I'm glad I found your story in your science folder."

"Me too."

"It's not often one of my students writes a fantasy about me fucking her on her parent's couch."

"Don't worry. There's plenty more stories where that one came from."

"Oh really?"

His cock jumped a little.

"Such as -?"

"You want to know?"

"Of course."

"Come up to my bedroom."

-=-

He sat on her bed. It was surprisingly firm, but comfortable. She placed his discarded trousers on the beanbag and turned to face him. 

"You're the first boy I've ever had in my room."

"I am extremely flattered." He felt a little vulnerable himself, sitting on the girl's bed in only his shirt, his naked ass touching the soft silky fabric.

"You should be," she smiled, encited by a new confidence, and strolled towards him, undoing her bra. Her tits fell out again. They fell heavy and full - amazingly heavy for a girl her age. He liked the plump curves of her body, and she walked straight to him, lifted his hands up so that he could stroke and fondle those boobs again. "Do you like...?"

"Very much," he murmured, and leaned in to bury his face between them. 

She hugged his head, pulling him right into the cleavage, then she sat down on his lap and began kissing him. Her thighs were open again, around his waist. His naked penis was forced down under her ass, but she felt it when it tried to harden itself. She moved against him slowly, kissing his neck and his chin, his jawline, and the nibble drop of his ears.

He tasted good, warm, and spicy. His aftershave was a light, burning scent on his neck, and she licked at it.

"I want to try something, honey," he whispered in her ear.

"What?"

"Lie back on your bed," he guided her onto her back - the way he liked her the most. She lay back, and moved into a comfortable position, her head propped up by dark, deep pink pillows. "No, no, on your tummy," he said, and helped her to roll over so that she lay flat on her belly, her ass wobbling as he tickled her. He opened her legs a little way, and looked at the slit of her ass and the well-used hole of her cunt.

Thorston took his fingers and began to stroke her pussy between her legs. From behind she seemed to squirm and writhe a little, obviously not expecting the tickling touch. She widened her thighs more, which allowed him to move up between them from behind, and quickly - without warning - rip his cock deep into her hole.

She gasped, rising up with her hips as he lay there, on top of her back for a moment.

"Ohhh," She moaned, loving the sensation of his weight heavy on her from behind.

He then slid his hands under her belly and lifted her up with his strong arms.

"We're going to pretend to be doggies," He grunted, and began to push his cock in and out of her.

A noise downstairs alerted them both. Thorston stopped his thrusting, and they listened.

"Darling, did you ---?"

"SHIT!" she cried out, trying to struggle from underneath him, "My parents!"

He pushed her down on the bed, clamping his hand hard over her mouth.

Muffled, she cried out, and again attempted to move, to slide out from under him, but his cock was wedged firmly in her pussy, and his weight was heavy, his arms wrapped tighter now around her breasts and chest, crushing her up into him. Through his fingers, she muffled a weary, terrified moan. 

"Shut up," he seethed, "They don't know I'm here."

She again tried to struggle, but he kicked open her knees, widening her legs and began to thump his cock hard into her. She whimpered under the assault, loving it, but scared her Dad might walk in and find her being rogered by a stranger. She resigned herself to the fucking, and softened under him. She went limp, and he let go of her arms, but kept his hand pressed down against her mouth so she couldn't cry out or make a noise. He pulled the flesh of her ass cheek across and watched his cock moving in and out of her pussy. He moved faster and faster inside her, loving the tightness of her cunt. It was slick and sweet around the shaft of his penis, and he slid in and out of her easily.

Someone climbed the stairs. She could hear them, and so could he, but it only drove him further up inside her. The thrill of being caught hardened him, sent him closer to pleasure.

"Angie?"

It was her father, knocking quietly on her bedroom door.

She moaned.

"Angie, you wake sleeping?" he sounded confused.

The girl whimpered under Thorston's fucking.

Finally the girl's father left, and he ripped her legs open wide, pushing her down again, raising her ass in the air, and giving her a harder, more desperate fuck. She tried to move with him, but he was in his own world. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of her, and she realised he had already cum inside her, not stopping this time to worry about her own pleasure. The cum dripped from her assaulted pussy, and she didn't want to move. 

He wiped his wet cock on her back, got up from the bed, and quickly got dressed, watching her the whole time. Her naked body face down on the bed, she was humiliated and embarrassed. The sight drove him to want to assault her again. Maybe make her orgasm this time, so Daddy would hear. He smiled at the idea, moving over to her and stroked her back.

"I should get going," he whispered, tickling her ultra-sensitive ass. She made a tiny whimpering sound into the pillow, still not moving. He stroked her shoulders, and leaned in for a moment to kiss the sweaty sweetness in her spine. Then he kissed the curve of her buns, then leaned in to where the scent of his heavy sex lingered between her legs.

"Your parents have gone to bed," he said, slipping a finger between the wet folds of flesh.

She nodded into her pillow, shamefully.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he knelt beside her, continuing to finger her only very lightly. 

She looked at him, and nodded again.

"You look horny still," he smiled at the burning expression on her face, her red cheeks, her blazing eyes.

She nodded, blushing.

"You should stay," she whispered.

"I had a great time Angela," he replied, ignoring her request and kissed her forehead, "See you at school on Monday?"

His finger slipped out from her slit.

She lay there for a long time after he left, not sure whether to move or not. She wanted to feel him on top of her again, this time his mouth suckling at her again. Her body burned for it. She was in another world, another place now. Horny. Her body buzzed with a drenched numb tingling sense of craving. Finally she moved. She rolled over and looked around her bedroom. It was empty.

(to be continued?)



Delicious Savannah Night



Oh, the sky is so blue & it's a vacation. This is Savannah, Georgia and that blonde woman in the halter top and sunglasses makes me think it's the free love '70's, but it's just the present.

You, my first glimpse of you, in that riverfront candy store and I wasn't looking at the pralines. You are standing by the divinity in the sunlight and you've got your own sunlit halo from the window. Oh, it's hot and humid and your black t shirt is clinging for life on those muscles, one tuft of brown hair sneaks out at the collar. You've got your sunglasses on and they're pushed up on your forehead, and those blue eyes are brighter than any man's should be. Oh, look over here, look over here, but I'm gonna pull something out of Scarlett's playbook and I saunter over and drop my scarf to see if you're a gentleman and will pick it up.

And you are a gentleman.

How can I see you again, but you make it so easy and we end up at a restaurant that night. You're on vacation, too, but I can hear the Southern honey dripping from your vowels and you are an Atlanta man. I can feel your eyes dipping to my neckline and I did wear hot pink and my brunette hair is in a pony tail to show you my eyes and neck. And you ordered the oysters and somehow that seems just right.

They're playing jazz, we've got to dance now. And you can dance, but not too well. Your cologne could be Ralph Lauren, but maybe I just want it to be, because that's my favorite on a man. You're a little taller than me, but big shouldered and you're holding me like you mean it. When you dip me, you touch a little too close and did you mean to? I think I must have had a wardrobe malfunction by that flushed look on your face and you say we should sit and have dessert after two dances. But, I don't want a ladylike dessert, I want Savannah candy.

Let's walk by the riverfront again and you can buy me those pralines. And you kiss me by the river, like you're falling in love and I don't care if I'm getting caught up in a fantasy. Oh, you're telling me about having a room at the bed and breakfast to yourself and I shouldn't go there with you, but I can't imagine not being there tonight.

And I know you are good and everything we're gonna do is good and we're just clinging on to something we found. And there's sherry and cheese waiting for us and the room is good enough for Scarlett, but I'm the one kissing you. Whatever else comes along, we'll always have Savannah.

The light turns on, just like a flash of heat lightning. A man, about your age, is standing over us, wearing nothing but black pajama bottoms. He's got taut muscles for days and just a sprinkle of chest hair. What's on his head is black and wavy and his eyes are grey as the ocean gets sometimes. I must be blushing, the sheet's covering my lower half, but you're deep inside me and surely he's gotten a good look at my breasts. I am blushing like a rosebush.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know you had company, Matt," he says, as polite as can be and the door clicks behind him. "That's my friend, Will. This trip is kind of a business venture, but I'll get into that later." I can't get back in the mood just yet and you pat my hand. We decide to get dressed and get me properly introduced to your friend.

Later, we're out on the porch swing on a balmy, Southern night, talking like three best friends. Will keeps apologizing for the interruption, but I joke that maybe we should make this a threesome. Will looks down at his sherry like it's not a joke and I start blushing again. I look at you like it's okay and you just smile like maybe it's okay with you. "Can I give your friend a kiss?" I verbalize and you just nod. "Let's go back inside the room; this camellia scented courtyard isn't all that private." I tease. 

My gracious goodness, I don't know who to pay attention to first. You lie back in your boxers, graciously letting me get acquainted with Will. His sac is tight against his body now that he's disrobed and his manhood is starting to wake up. You're texting someone, but I know you're watching as I begin to touch him. I stroke that penis a little and I am jolted when Will doesn't quite want to wait for foreplay and soon we are in a hot side by side position. Will is not circumcised like you and this is so different. You begin to spoon me from behind, as if awaiting permission, and I'm a bit busy with Will, but you know the backdoor is open. This is a bit too much, a sensory overload, but I don't want it to end. This is happening to me...

We all fell asleep afterward, entwined on the giant bed. I wake up first, gazing down at my two gentlemen callers in contentment. Will starts to stir soon afterward, promising to return with a breakfast in bed of the Southern specialties of Savannah. Who knows what we'll do while we're waiting on him to get back...



Delicious Strawberries



"Mmmm...you're so delicious," Silvia said in a seductive tone as she licked the excess whip cream from the corners of her mouth and reached for another strawberry from the bowl beside her, all the while starring into Pamela, her roommate's, pussy. Her cunt covered over with pearl white whip cream, Pamela shuttered as she lay back and felt the pointed end of the luscious fruit slid down her pussy lips. She starred blankly at the ceiling as body tingled from Silvia's feasting which teased the delicate fibers of her between her legs. After swallowing most of the strawberry, Silvia slid her hands down Pamela's legs, her lips not far behind until finally her finger tips found her succulent pussy. She glided her fingers on either side of her pussy lips, and then bent down and began to lick every inch of her cunt, indulging her wildest desires and enjoying the delicious whip cream. 

Pamela gasped as two of Silvia's fingers entered her. "Yes, awww...I want it. I need it so badly," the words gasped from her throat as she began to purr and moan. Her enticing hum becoming louder and louder as she shifted her body in a vain attempt to control herself against Silvia's relentless tongue-lashing. Silvia's devilish tongue circled her clit, which was now pea-size, hard and swollen. Further enticed by the enchanting taste of her roommate, Silvia could feel her body yearn to feel the same pleasure. She removed her left hand from Pamela's hip and led the five fingered instrument down her body. She grabbed hold and squeezed her left breast as she tilted her head and began to make wide, curved licks, rimming Pamela's pussy lips and moaning back in response to hers. 

In truth she had no to play with herself as pleasuring her roommate was all the stimulation she required, but years of weekly self-enjoyment caused Silvia to second guess her instincts. She took hold of the ball-bearing on either side of the piercing that ran through her nipple, and began to twist and pull at it. Her other hand worked its magic on Pamela's cunt. The inserted fingers were now sheathed in her roommate's juices, which dripped down the underside of her peach-shaped rear. Though she was concentrating more on her tongue fucking, Silvia's willed her capable fingers to do her bidding. The two penetrating Pamela's cunt, began to work like pistons, one entering as the other rose out and so on with her thumb rounding her clitoris., while her wet tongue benefited from her flowing juices. 

Her nipple now sore and tender from the vigorous attention it was given, Silvia moved her hand free of her bumptious melon, which was now a dark pink and then found her way between her legs. She parted her bottom limbs so that her cunt was wide open and began to message the lips surrounding her moist pussy. Her fingers stroked every strand of her warm flesh from the bottom of her cunt, where her flowing juices dripped from to her bulbous clit. 

Overwhelmed by the pleasure rising in her own body, Silvia moved her head up from Pamela's cunt so that she may concentrate more on her own steamy self-gratification. She placed the center of her thumb directly over her sensitive clit and expelled a mix of gasping and moaning as she pressed down. Making a hook with her index and middle fingers, she plunged the two tendons into her pussy. Silvia's jaw dropped as the intensity dwelling inside her succulent pussy began to grow. She forced her fingers deep inside of her body until only the last knuckles on her hand could be seen.

"Ohh...ggoddd...aahhhh..." Silvia mumbled as she bent forward and dropped her head back between Pamela's legs. The two began to moan almost in unison. 

Pamela ran her fingers through Silvia's long black hair as she closed her eyes. She could here her lover's moan "Ahhh...I'm cumming," turn into a desperate cry as she lifted her head away from Pamela's cunt and began to quiver as the orgasm hit its climax. Seeing this Pamela felt the energy burn through her veins and screamed as she too climaxed, holding Silvia's head close to her pussy as she came. A blast of warm cunt-flavored fluid rushed out of her pussy onto her lover's tongue, which make quick work cleaning her off. 

Their bodies completely spent and drained off energy Silvia took a deep breath and smiled as she looked into Pamela's face which expressed the same expression. Silvia dislodged her fingers from both cunts and with her last ounce of strength she lifted herself onto the bed and slid her body up next to her lover's. The two closed in, wrapped their arms together and shared a passionate kiss. Pamela could taste her juices still inside Silvia's mouth as their tongues worked and messaged one another.

Pamela slid her pierced tongue across her lover's lips as their lips parted. She looked into Silvia's eyes as she reached down and took hold of her left hand, which had penetrated her cunt and given her so much pleasure and licked the fingers clean. "I love you baby doll," she said in her soft southern accent and then pressed her lips against Silvia's neck, planting soft kisses as the two held each other close. 

With her legs entwined with Silvia's and her arms hugging her tight, Pamela inched her face closer to her resting lover's, whose eyes were already closed and was breathing peacefully. The night had lasted for hours, her body was spent and everything that had lead up to this moment echoed in her mind as lay awake. Her thoughts began to run wild as they were the only things keeping her awake... "And to think this all happened by misfortune. Maybe it was fate."

7 Hours Earlier

"The pleasure is all mine," smiling seductively into the web cam mounted on her computer, Silvia spoke like a true tease. Only her rosy lips were visible on the screen as she was only an inch away from the camera. She rimmed her upper lip with her tongue as she starred down at the computer display, watching her hit count steadily rise. They had taken the bait and now she would reel them in.

As if luring in her prey, Silvia began to draw back away from the camera, retaining her expert poise as her young, sweet image emerged onto the screen. With her entirety now shown in all its wonder, she stopped at the foot of her bed and looked herself over in the long mirror, which she had positioned out of sight from the camera. That way she could comfortably move and act without concerning whether or not her actions seemed more idiotic than erotic.

Silvia had always loved how beautiful every detail, curve and even blemish of her body was. Her hair was long and black with shades of highlighted brunette, which went perfectly with her golden brown skin. Her slender frame worked perfectly with her 5ft 11 inch height and 34 C cups. Weekly exercise and an excellent diet had given her a supermodel body, but what Silvia truly admired most about her body was her dazzling, green eyes. With them no man could walk past with giving her a glance and subconsciously she always felt they were her greatest strength.

In her mind she was perfect for any man, but her beauty was also a curse as most were too cautious to make a pass at her and for most of this year she had been single. Because of this, Silvia decided to share her beauty openly with the world. She began displaying close-ups on her face at Hot-or-Not website, but soon after her 18th birthday, she became more carefree and posted nude pictures whenever it seemed fit. The responses she got were incredible and like a drug she quickly became addicted to the attention she was receiving.

Money being a tight issue in college, Silvia had decided to use her past experiences to her advantage and become a model for an adult web cam site. An already popular site to begin with, anonymous viewers around the world would watch in awe of her beauty, and with each new member she would earn a percentage. So in other words, the more hardcore her videos were the more profit she would make from the increasing audience.

Turning around, she pointed her handheld remote at the CD player and a wave of sensual music initiated.

Taking a deep breath, she began to sway like a cobra in a trance, moving her hands across her body. Dressed in only her favorite black satin bra, that was unhooked at the back, and butterfly shaped panties, Silvia closed her eyes as she moved her hands up and down, feeling every curve of her supple body. Her left hand slid across her right breast teasing her erect nipple, then took hold of the thin strap and unveiled her bumptious bundles as she pulled the bra down her arm. 

Having worked for weeks on her routine in the privacy of her room, her erotic dance of seduction was flawless as she made sure to not over extend her moves and leave the view of the camera. Silvia tossed the bra aside as she turned around, exposing her smooth rear end to her online audience, trying to not smile as she caught glance of her hit counter which continued to rise. Bending over she ran her index finger under the black panties, pulling them down so that her crack now became visible. 

The music became faster and so did her movements. She swung back around, landed her bare underside onto the foot of the bed, and crossed her legs as she ran her loose panties down her legs. With her legs intersecting, Silvia smiled into the camera knowing that her pose now blocked her pussy from view and her audience was anxious for more. "Mmmm...I don't know how much more anticipation I can take," Silvia teased as she rubbed her legs together making sure to hypnotize her internet audience. She ran her hands down her long, smooth legs and stopped at her knees.

"Get ready boys."

Silvia, smiling gleefully, took hold off her right leg, lifted it high into the air and exposed her prized cunt for the world to see. She spread out her legs and sat back against a hill of pillows, set up so her face wouldn't be hidden behind her massive globes. Knowing well she had her audience spellbound, Silvia began to slide her finger tips along the narrow ridges of her pussy lips. Her pussy was soft and tender, pleading for her to end this incessant teasing as her opening yearned to wrap around a long, hard shaft, but she knew she would have to hold out just a bit longer.

The music was now silent in her mind as she squeezed both of her tits, and moaned out how mumbled phrases of "Oh God" and "This feels so good." Silvia placed both hands onto her pussy and to her body's immediate bliss, she plunged two fingers from each hand into her wet pussy. In and out, side to side and then in full circles she fingered herself, making her juices flow out of her gaping hole. Her eyes shut and her mouth dropped open. She forced her fingers deep inside of her, right down to the knuckles making an enticing squishing noise.

"Ohh...ggodd...aaahh..." Silvia mumbled as she came, felling her juices flow out of her, soaking her hand and the bed sheets underneath. 

"Awww..I've never came so hard in my life," Silvia said feeling a tremble run down her leg as she reached up and wiped away a tear that had fallen from her eye. It had been two weeks since her last big climax and this had been one for the Richter scale.

Wanting to keep the party going, she began to toy with herself some more when suddenly her door burst open and her roommate, Pamela burst in holding her face. The sounds of her angered boyfriend or in actuality now ex-boyfriend, echoed in the background. 

Pamela slammed the door shut screaming "Fuck you" and without thinking turned to face Silvia. Pamela gasped at the sight of her roommate nude with her fingers buried deep in her cunt and spun around.

"Oh My God. I am so freakin' sorry," Pamela uttered in her down to earth southern accent. A little disappointed that fun had ended before it had really began, Silvia sighed reluctantly. As she dislodged her fingers, she was sure that she had noticed Pamela glance over her shoulder as she stood facing the wall. 

Turning off her music, Silvia grabbed a towel out of her closet and wrapped it around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed as she was comfortable with doing so. Having spent most of her life in New Jersey, Silvia couldn't help but smile at her roommate's behavior, which in many ways was almost completely opposite to her own. From what she knew, Pamela had grown up in a small southern town, where everyone knew one another and being courteous to others was a must as any type of drama between neighbors would quickly become the talk of the town.

Both girls were dance majors here in college and being so, their bodies were both finely shaped, trim and curved, with faces that earned them attention wherever they ventured. However, there was indeed a big difference between the two close friends was the evident fact was that Pamela was a pure, untainted virgin. She had never felt the touch of a man, a firm cock or the wonderful taste of juicy cum.

Remembering that her web cam was on, Silvia immediately bent down and blow a kiss and then signed off, knowing that her many fans were disappointed by her interrupted performance and she'd have to pull something amazing to win them back.

"I'm sorry, sweetie...*sniff*...I know you asked me...to give you privacy for an hour, but..." Pamela mumbled as she twiddled with her fingers, still facing the blank wall. Silvia knew from roommate's soft spoken apology that Pamela was hurting inside as her perfect world had been flipped upside down. Pulling the towel higher to cover her breasts, Silvia approached her sobbing friend and hugged her. 

Sensing that Pamela was still uneasy from seeing her roommate nude, Silvia released her hug and headed into the bathroom, but left the door open so that Pamela could hear her.

"You know you have seen me naked before, it's okay."

"I know. But this time I saw you...I, mean I didn't mean to see you...um,"

"Masturbate?! Listen Honey, what you saw was natural. I don't care and you shouldn't either. Everyone gets off once in while...right?," suddenly from Pamela's sad expression that something was wrong.

"Honey? What is it?" Silvia said walking out of the bathroom clothed in a wife beater and boxer shorts.

Then without warning, Pamela swung around and wrapped her arms around Silvia and began to cry. From there she explained everything. How after getting drunk at a party held by her boyfriend's fraternity, she had gone back to his place planning on only making out and then come home. Unfortunately, she was too intoxicated to think things through and in the end she wound up losing her virginity, the very thing she had prized above all else, and that morning having a fight with her boyfriend which ended in their break up. 

Pulling out their emergency reserve of ice-cream the two watched the 3rd season of friends, talked and eventually grew tired.

By now it was turning around 11'o clock, and so the two decided it was time for bed. Together they walked other to their own dressers and pulled out a fresh pair of pajamas. As they had done so countless times in the locker rooms at the gym they both undressed alongside one another. Suddenly Silvia noticed that Pamela's pubic hair had been shaved completely off, leaving her pussy bare and in her mind strangely attractive. 

"So when did you do that?"

Startled, Pamela instinctively covered herself with the pajama pants she was about to put on. 

"Hey, it's okay. I just thought it looks really pretty."

Smiling awkwardly, Pamela moved the pajama pants and stood with her legs apart allowing Silvia to get a better view.

"Wow, How you doin'."

Pamela smiled, knowing that Silvia was in love with Joey from the TV show "Friends."

"Hey, thanks for being there for. I think things are definitely gonna change now, for the better."

That night, Silvia lay awoke. Though she had tried everything she could think of, she couldn't get the image of Pamela's pussy out of her head. Though she had never been with another woman, she had fantasized on several occasions of doing so. Tasting another woman's pussy as she let her magical fingers do their tricks, and receiving the same gratification she had given.

The thoughts of Pamela's flooded Silvia's mind as her hand slide down into her snatch, which was already moist and craving to be played with, when suddenly there was a massive coughing sound. The awful noise woke Silvia from her trance, and she turned to see that not only had the sound woken Pamela, but she was now standing facing the air conditioner the laid above her head.

Suddenly the air conditioner barked violently and the front pan burst open spilling dust all over Pamela's bed.

"Nooo" Pamela screamed as she ran forward and hit the off switch, but it was too late. Her bed was covered in dust and the damage was down.

Sighing reluctantly at her roommate's terrible luck, Silvia lifted up her covers to welcome Pamela in.

Clutching her teddy bear, the only thing she had managed to save from the wave of falling dust, Pamela smiled and got under the blanket with her roommate.

"Thanks again, sugar. I promise to repay you someday," Pamela whispered as she turned so her body was facing away from Silvia's. Smiling, Silvia rolled over and wrapped her arms around Pamela as she placed her head next to hers. 

The two cuddled closely wrapped with their arms tightly holding each other. Silvia could her body yearn to be touched by Pamela's fingers and tongue, but feared making any attempt to fulfill her desires. Then without warning, Pamela face closed in and softly planted her lips on Silvia's. The kiss lasted for only a second, but that was enough.

To be continued...



Delicious Thoughts



Dedicated to the Claire in the story. You know who you are. Thank you for the thought. Thank you too to DeliciousThoughts (member id 1263782) for the edits. The title, by the way, is a coincidence.

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This is a story of interracial lesbian sex, of domination and control without the paraphernalia that goes with the routine found in most literature of this genre. I hope it meets with expectations. 

As a good friend of mine once remarked, the voting system is okay, but a better rating would be number of orgasms provided by a story. If that is the new criterion, I hope you are able to achieve five or more. 

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Claire was having mixed feelings as she headed out of the office door, finished for the day. On the one hand, she did not want to leave, but stay close to her boss, with whom she was maddeningly, tempestuously, impetuously infatuated. On the other, she was shy and did not know how to do deal with her unrequited lust. After all, she had no idea if her boss, a most amazingly beautiful ebony statuesque lady, even knew she existed. Yet, night after night, Claire would find herself in bed, alone, imagining herself to be at the beck and call of her employer, doing any and everything to please her, and in pleasing her, she would achieve her own orgasm by her own hand.

What disturbed Claire most about these nocturnal fantasies was the fact that these portrayed in her mind what her role was in real life, which was to do what her boss required. Slowly, these fantasies migrated from her role of being her boss' gofer into being her employer's pet, doing anything required of her in bed as well as out.

As was usual for Claire for a Friday evening, she headed straight to her gym, hoping to burn away a few calories and perhaps at the same time drive out the little gremlins in her head with an exhausting workout.

She worked out with a vengeance, losing herself in the music as she went for that extra burn. The painful messages sent by her body to her brain managed to crowd her thoughts out of her mind, but did not expunge them totally. As she stretched her overworked muscles, her mind dwelt as usual on the same question -- what should she do about Angel, her boss? Should she give up the idea that one day Angel would look at her with favour, crook her finger at Claire and make her hers? That would be admitting defeat, and would take away from her nocturnal pleasures. Claire decided she would one day make an effort to put Angel out of her mind, but not today.

Claire felt the wetness through her leotard, her sweat running in rivulets down her body, collecting in a damp patch at her pubic mound as she pushed herself into overdrive one last time for the day. Could her punishing pace drive out her thoughts? Apparently not, as the pool between her legs only served to remind her of that other pool she manually created every night.

She swam a quick couple of lengths and headed off to the massage table, carrying the obligatory towel that the regulations demanded be used for modesty, even though the massages were all given by women.

On the table, Claire attempted to once again escape from her thoughts, but they remained intrusive and disturbing. She would usually be able to relax under the muscular arms and soothing fingers of the masseuse, but today Claire suddenly focussed on the fact that the woman was black, like Angel, and her thoughts went off on an uninvited tangent.

Today, the deep soothing movements of the fingers on her body did nothing to relax Claire. On the contrary, they began to fan Claire's passion, already at a high and threatening to boil over at any time. It was as if, for the first time, Claire's whole body was having a sexual experience, as the masseuse manipulated muscles and sinews with her strong fingers.

Claire was slow to realise that she was becoming aroused, and it came as a surprise to her to find her nipples erecting, her breasts gradually feeling fuller, and that all too familiar tingle of arousal starting.

The masseuse had finished with her legs, her thighs, her back, and was now massaging her bottom under the towel. The hands, soft, yet rubbing and pressing hard on her flesh, turned into a sexual caress in Claire's mind, and her nipples reacted immediately, hardening to a painful stiffness.

The masseuse was now at her stomach, and Claire had no idea when she had been asked to turn over, or indeed if she had done so by herself. The fingers kneaded at Claire's body, sometimes strong and powerful, sometimes light, almost caressing.

The delightful stirrings in Claire's breasts started to wend their way lower, creeping slowly down her stomach, like an arrow aiming for between her legs. She felt the desire, barely held in check during her workout, begin to start deep inside her, and flow outwards, as the build-up of sexual tension in Claire's mind manifested itself in liquid form and headed out into the open.

Claire had her eyes shut tightly now, trying to banish both thoughts of Angel and the feelings that her mind had so cruelly endowed to the girl manipulating her body. She could not stop thinking, however, and so decided to think about the girl who, at least indirectly and unknowingly, was providing the stimulus that had her figuratively beginning to climb the wall.

She tried to picture Angel in her mind, pretending it was she who was manipulating her body and creating such arousing feelings inside her. However, to her surprise and astonishment, Angel's face and body were replaced in her mind's eye by the visage of the masseuse. Well built, strong thighs from regular working out, dark curly hair, ebony skin, very attractive, every part sending neurons of lust into Claire's brain.

Claire felt yet another surge of dampness. Oh my, she thought to herself, why was she so turned on by this woman? A stranger, whose only claim on her body appeared to be that she was black, like Angel, and was touching her body where Claire wanted Angel to touch.

She thanked the powers that be in her mind that the masseuse could not hear her inner thoughts and feel her hidden feelings. There was no way the masseuse could know of them. It was her little secret, to be kept locked in her mind while the masseuse did her thing on Claire's body.

Little did Claire know that her secret was not so to the masseuse. The masseuse liked women, very much, liked the feel of their bodies, the touch of their skin, their feminine earthy smell, and she knew their secret ways. Years of experience had taught her how to play with women's bodies, stringing them taut like a violin bow, manipulating them like a musical instrument, wringing the sweetest of melodies out of their bodies.

She realised she had turned on some undefined switch in Claire's body. She had struck a chord in Claire's mind, whom she had admired for a long time, ever since Claire had first come to her for a massage. She had never acted on her desires before now, because a masseuse treads a fine line between the overt and the covert, and to overstep any invisible boundary would mean instant dismissal. Apart from the loss of livelihood, the masseuse needed to keep this job because laying her hands on beautiful women was one of the biggest perks of she had.

From time to time, she could indulge in her desire for her own sex, but she had to be very careful. Mistakes were not affordable, and she had to step carefully. If she misread the signals from her customer and made an overt and unambiguous advance to someone who was not ready for it, she would be out of the door before she could blink. However, whenever she received a strong signal and managed to act on it, it had led to mutual satisfaction for herself and her client, and also led to hefty tips from grateful and gratified customers.

She decided she would try to capitalise on her discovery of Claire's not so secret pliability. Her manipulations became that much more overtly sexual, piling on the pressure on an already aroused Claire, as the telltale signs of arousal came wafting back to her from the deliciously pliant form prostrate on the table before her.

Claire had novice written all over her. There could be no misunderstandings. That made it all the more dangerous, all the more delicious. It was what the masseuse enjoyed most, the tiptoeing through the minefield.

She poured some more warm oil into her palms, and reached for Claire's breasts. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and damped down her own flames of passion that were beginning to flicker inside her as her hands reached the magnificent bosom. She moved her hands from Claire's chest, upwards, holding one breast in each hand and following the hillock to the crest. She brushed her hands fleetingly over the rock hard nipples. Again. And again.

Her eyes strayed to Claire's pubic area, clean shaven, glistening. Her nostrils breathed deeply of the smell of the aroused woman. She knew, deep down, this girl needed it, but would she take it? Would she give herself over to the manipulations, and let herself fall into the delicious abyss of female lovemaking? It was not a certainty, but there was a definite possibility if she moved slowly. Reining in her own impatience, the masseuse continued her movements on Claire's breasts, caressing, but with hard strokes, and occasionally managing to flick the nipples on her way to or from the top.

To Claire, the feverish arousal she was experiencing was a result of her own thought processes. She did not realise that, to the experienced masseuse, she had as good as openly shouted out her arousal, her need, nor did she appreciate that it was being enhanced by the experienced hands of the girl working her body.

Her body vibrating with her inner excitement and turmoil, she remained ignorant, blissfully so, of the masseuse's predilections or intentions. She was thinking only of her own longings, her own need for gratification. Guilt crept in at the thought that she was using an innocent girl for her own needs, but her soaring sexual fantasies kicked that thought into touch the moment it raised its head.

In her mind, she could see the muscular body of the masseuse dancing over her own, the anonymous female who was going to be instrument of her completion, who had the freedom of Claire's body right then. It was a surprise to her that she had never noticed how beautiful and attractive the girl was. Perhaps she was finding that additional beauty because of Angel. Whatever the reason, Claire was soaring in her mind at the masseuse's manipulations, and her body was following suit.

Her fingers longed to reciprocate, to slide up those sculptured thighs, slip between them, to worship at the altar of feminity lying at their apex. Physically, she dared not make a move, but her mind, secure in the thought that her secret was safe with her, soared free in her fantasies, aided in her flight by the masseuse's sublime touch.

If the fingers on her body would only slide a little further, delve into her core. In fact, why stop at fingers? Her lust needed more, a tongue, a pair of lips, soft, gentle, caressing instead of demanding, insisting on an explosion of pleasure. Lost in her fantasies, Claire decided to let her mind roam, alone in her private world of pleasure. No commitments, no ties, no relationships, and the beauty of it was that she was alone in her pleasure.

All right, it was unfair of her to use the unfortunate girl like this, take advantage of her position, but it was just as well that the masseuse was ignorant of what was going on in her mind. Unfair? Perhaps even depraved, but to Claire, it was her fantasy, a fantasy in which Angel was having her way with her and she had no say in the matter. If the masseuse unwittingly helped her on her way, why should Claire not allow herself this little pleasure after the weeks of the frustration of her unrequited lust for her boss? Where was the harm?

The masseuse sensed the change in Claire as her fingers did their magic. She gathered that Claire seemed willing to let things go as they were, but would not participate overtly in any sexual activity. If things remained vague, ambiguous in her mind, Clare would be able to justify everything in her own mind. She also sensed that Clare was tightly wound up, needing an orgasm to regain her equilibrium.

The masseuse was disappointed that, having got Claire to this stage, she would be unable to bring her to fruition. Suddenly, she decided to play along with Claire's game, whatever that might be. She contemplated on how to achieve orgasm for Claire, skirting close to the borderline, on the brink of Claire's secret places in her mind and on her body, not too close but not too far either. It would be a test of her pleasuring skills, practiced though she was, because she had never tried them on an outwardly uninterested woman.

There would be the danger that she might be overstepping her limits. She would have to be subtle yet forceful, gentle yet firm, prudent yet courageous, drawing Claire to the brink of orgasm, and beyond. Who knew, if that was achieved, what barriers might come down in the aftermath, and perhaps Claire would reciprocate as she was plunging head first in the pursuit of pleasure.

She began the chase by bending her body close to Claire's, whose eyes were still tightly shut. She smoothed her long black fingers over the full breasts, rubbing the thrusting nipples. Her hands moved to Claire's armpits, covering her hands in her sweat, sweet and salty. She could feel Claire's breath on her cheek, warm, inviting, quickening as her desire mounted higher and higher.

The masseuse bit back her own desire to lower her mouth to those delectable nipples, to suck them, suckle them, knowing it was still too early. It took all her self-control to draw back before she blew the game, but draw back she did. She could feel Claire's heart beating under her hands, fluttering, her lungs heaving, as she let the masseuse's hand move her libido higher and higher. The masseuse decided to up the ante, and to take things further on the next pass.

The timing had to be just so, as she hovered on the brink of disaster. Gently, almost reverently, she moved her hands up the breasts and worshipped the nipples. She took each nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing firmly and insistently. She knew she was pushing the boundaries here. What sort of massage included pressing the nipples? Only those found in some seedy back street massage parlour, certainly not in a high class gym. She waited for Claire to react, ready with her apology if umbrage was taken.

Claire's mind was churning, and when she received the twin messages from her nipples mixing in with her pleasure bound senses, the pain felt delicious. No one had done this to her before, and although new, the feeling was very welcome.

She paused in her mental wanderlust to consider if she had somehow revealed her inner longings unwittingly and the amazing Amazon handling her had picked up on her hidden signals and was as much turned on as she was? Her squeezing of the nipples said she had, her immediate letting go said it was an accident.

If she had, and she was, Claire knew she was about to be made love to for the first time in her life by a woman, something she had always wanted. Not only that, she was black, which was to Claire the epitome of her desire. Her latent lust for her boss would be sated, to some extent, by the masseuse, who might turn out to be a very able and capable substitute. Her mind balked. She did not really want this woman, a total stranger, to do this to her, but her body was beyond rationale thought. As her conflict raged within her, she couldn't decide what to do. In the end, she did nothing, paralysed into inaction by the conflict raging inside her.

In every sense, she had relinquished control, and was in the hands of another woman. That thought alone pushed her ever nearer to the edge, as she realised that being out of control, being controlled by another woman, was yet another of her pressure points which this strong woman was pressing.

For an excruciating moment, the pleasure giving hands left her body, making her think the masseuse had come to her senses and was backing off. She was just bracing herself for the disappointment when they returned, oiled, smelling sweet, back at her thighs.

Clare sighed visibly in relief at the release from the almost disappointment, and her state of arousal scaled new heights. The hands dug firmly into Claire's thighs, pressing their way to the very top. Once, twice, thrice they journeyed like this, from knee to top and back again, each time maddeningly close to the lips of Claire's vagina without actually touching them. She teased, enticed, tempted, threatened, then drew away. Again and again the hands continued their sliding action, stronger and stronger with each stroke.

Claire pushed back at the hands, her desire ever increasing. All of a sudden, the masseuse's hands seemed to slip, overshoot the runway, and for a fleeting instant pushed into the wide open, glistening lips between Claire's thighs.

Claire shuddered, but made no protest. Whatever protest, if any, in her mind was at the withdrawal of the fingers after the slip. Silently she cried out for the masseuse to continue, to not stop. She shut her eyes even tighter, and her head shook from side to side, as if saying "Don't stop, don't stop." She felt that she had screamed the words out aloud, but in reality they only echoed in her own mind.

When would those hands slip and miss their target again? Miss? It was more of when would they hit the target again? She wanted them to enter her, to invade her, take her, reach inside and pull her orgasm out of her, kicking and screaming.

Her hand twitched, ready to move, to reach between her legs and assuage the burning desire. Yet, she fought back that desire, unwilling to touch herself, to take the masseuse's fingers and jam them hard inside herself. She was teasing herself, but the relinquishing of control meant she could not move without permission, and masseuse was not to know that was what Claire needed to move.

The masseuse noted the twitch, the return of the hand to its immobile state, and reacted. She leaned in, hard, her hands crushing the thighs on their upward journey once again, and once again, she let her hands go a little further than convention allowed. 

The fingers straightened, and for a brief moment, they strayed and stayed at the opening of Claire's vagina. They rested inside, for a moment, a second, two seconds, then withdrew, excruciatingly slowly, reluctant to leave.

It was enough. As the fingers left, Claire's bottom lifted, following the fingers, chasing them. Her face tightened, her mouth half opened in a silent scream, her knuckles white from being clenched so hard, her tongue half out of her mouth, waving in the air.

The masseuse saw and felt Claire's vaginal muscles open and shut beneath her fingers, contracting and relaxing alternately, her thighs falling further apart, relaxing and tensing. There was one last contraction, and then the dam broke. Wetness cascaded out of Claire in a waterfall of liquid feminity and her orgasm broke in waves over her.

The masseuse finally acted like she had been wanting to for the past half hour. She had worked hard for this, and had earned the reward she was about to take. There was no danger now, Claire would not complain or raise a fuss. Her fingers reached between Claire's trembling thighs and unerringly went deep inside her moist cavern. For long, excruciatingly pleasurable moments, she held on, as if trying to push the orgasm back inside Claire. She rode it, like a conductor orchestrating a symphony to a resounding crescendo, moving her fingers inside Claire like a baton, directing her flow.

Claire felt the fingers inside her, but she was beyond thought, beyond caring, beyond propriety, beyond shame. As she clamped her thighs and merciless crushed the fingers inside her, she sensed the masseuse move. Suddenly, her mouth and nose were covered by a dank dampness as the masseuse moved into position over Claire, lowering her own wet centre in search of Claire's tongue and lips. As Claire thrashed her head about, her lips made contact with the masseuse's nubbin, erect and raw, and she instinctively sucked it into her mouth.




Delicious Thoughts



The masseuse clamped her muscular black thighs onto Claire's face as her own orgasm washed over her. Her liquids flooded out of her onto and into Clare's mouth. Claire had no choice but to swallow, her first drink from the well of feminine desire.

As they both came down from their highs, the masseuse moved away, then lay back down beside Claire, face to face, and took her into her arms and kissed her tenderly, relaxing her after her agonisingly draining apex. Claire reluctantly, shyly, kissed her back as she put her arms around her masseuse whose name she still did not know.

The masseuse spoke, the first words passing between them since Claire had entered the room so long ago. "Next week, be here."

Claire nodded shyly, as the realisation struck her that for the first time in her life, she had been made love to by a woman. No, not made love to, but been screwed, and there had been nothing she could have done to stop it.

She pondered the masseuse's command, ordering her presence again, wondering if it would only be for next week, or every week. Her heart already beat faster at the thought of being taken like this, week after week, at the whim of her Nubian masseuse, as she realised that she had exchanged the black Angel of her mind for a black devil in reality.

What a delicious thought!