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Evening

By: madamefielding



"Good evening, monsieur. My name is Eloise, and I will be serving you tonight." 

The delicate features of the prostitute were flushed and slightly fearful, but her eyes remained dull, as if she had been broken in one too many times. She was clothed in a worn corset, with silk ribbon crisscrossing up its scarlet front insinuating its own untying. The skirt dangled dangerously below her hips exposing her flat stomach, and ended below her thigh-line with loose strings of damaged lace tickling her knees. 

Eloise stood a petite five-foot-two. Her features were doll-like and girlish, yet underneath her excessive rouge, one could see scars on both her neck and above her breasts. She couldn't have been old; her nubile body projected a woman in her early twenties. One could tell that she was one of the girls men liked to be rough with. 

The brothel was one of those extraordinary places with red walls and red drapery. Everything was three colors- red, black, and white. There were women smoking long cigarettes in classic clothing. Someone played jazz tunes on the piano downstairs. Everything seemed to be made of silk and velvet. Even the girls.

In high class whorehouses, especially in France, one would think that only gentlemen visited. Unfortunately, perfect gentlemen in the outside world, could be real beasts in the world of the brothel. Girls were treated for injuries frequently, and often the encounters with clients seemed more like rape than intercourse. Eloise's body language radiated fear. Her last three clients were brutal, and she was still quite sore from their visits when this man walked in. 

The man was handsome, a plus for Eloise, who was used to overweight brutes. But often the most handsome ones were the roughest in bed. The man raised his eyebrows at the red interior of the room- including the heavy red drapes, the red tapestry rug that stretched from one corner of the room to the other; the red sheets on the low-to-the-ground king sized bed; and the red outfit of the prostitute. 

The man didn't like red much; he found it an agitating color. He was clothed in a beige floor-length trench coat which was unbuttoned to show his off-white collared shirt and grey slacks. He had a good face; masculine, with a square jaw, expressive eyes, and a wide, sensual mouth. His hair was neatly trimmed, and he walked in with a fedora matching the beige of his trench. It worked for him. His expression seemed somber. 

He spoke to Eloise in perfect, concise French. 

"My name is Laurent," he gave her a joyless smile as he removed his coat and hung it on the hook beside the door. He set his hat neatly on top of it. 

"Are you alright?" he asked the slightly shaking Eloise. 

"I'm just cold," she said, biting her lip. An obvious lie. 

"Oh, well that can be easily taken care of," he chuckled. His voice was deep and rumbled in his throat. Eloise blushed, suddenly ashamed of herself in front of this confident, handsome man. He seemed to be in his late thirties; his face had started to show some age, and rudimentary crow's feet had formed in the corners of his eyes. 

"You're quite pretty," Laurent noted, as he advanced toward Eloise. She tensed. 

"Thank you, monsieur," she stammered, her hand nervously reaching to entwine itself in one of her strawberry-blonde curls. 

"Of course, that's expected," he continued, "when I asked the madam for the prettiest girl she had." 

Eloise couldn't stop the feeling of pride that welled up within her and she smiled with slight embarrassment. Laurent towered over her and put a large hand on her shoulder. 

"Eloise. Are you afraid of me?" 

"No sir," she shivered, biting her lip before rehearsing the words the madam taught her to say: "Why would I be? I want you...I want you to...fuck me." 

He chuckled in her ear. "Bad word," he said. 

He had to bend down slightly to kiss her, and when he did, she seized up, bracing herself. His arms seemed to encompass her completely, seemed to swallow her whole. His hands held her shoulders with tenderness, his lips danced with hers expertly; this was a man who knew how to seduce a woman. He felt her small tongue try to pry his mouth open but it remained shut to her surprise. 

"Why are you eager for what you don't want?" 

Because I want to get it over with, she thought, but didn't say anything. 

"Have you been hurt?" 

"I can't say," she answered warily. He shrugged and kissed her again. 

"So small," he whispered into her ear. Eloise could feel his hands on her hips; his thumbs making little circles through the corset. Heat flowed to her face in the form of a blush. 

"No one has ever pleasured you have they?" his voice sounded bemused. She stared at him in shock. 

"They come in here, take what they want from you and leave you unfulfilled. Poor girl." He paused, kissed her sensually on the curve of her neckline before pulling back to continue. She missed his touch. 

"Here's a woman who has had sex a million times, yet has never been satisfied. Another thing- I'm an art collector, so you can assume that I like beautiful things," Laurent's eyes bore into Eloise, dominating her with his gaze. "And here," he continued, "is a beautiful thing. Beauty should be admired, no?" 

Eloise made no movement. 

"Like great art, beautiful women should be worshipped and remembered and revered. Here is a beautiful woman. What should I do?" 

Laurent leaned into Eloise, brought his thumb to her lips and said to her in a deep, throaty whisper. 

"Let me worship your body." 

Eloise looked away from Laurent's intense stare of both arousal and questioning.

"Monsieur..." she whispered, more to herself than to Laurent. 

He kissed the lobe of her ear. "Let me make you come." 

Eloise's voice was lost in her throat, but all her words were replaced by a gasp as she felt Laurent's lips on her neck, sucking softly, as he made a trail of hot kisses down her shoulder. His lips returned to hers and she felt herself kiss him back, and mean it. 

Laurent's eyes bore into her with lust and severity, a look which made Eloise's knees crumble just a little bit. His powerful arms pushed him against her and she could feel his hard body through the fabric of his shirt. She began to unbutton it, quickly and with expert precision. It fell to the floor. She marveled at Laurent's toned body, his tan skin, his pert nipples. 

She broke the kiss to suck on them, gazing up at him with the practiced slutty stare she had learned from the beginning. Her hand wandered to his crotch where she squeezed through his pants. He let out a quiet groan before taking her hand away. 

"Don't bother with me," he said huskily. Eloise heard the zipper of her bodice being undone. Her body tensed in fear. She bit her lip, but released it as soon as Laurent's expert lips started tracing the shell of her ear, his tongue flicking out causing a shiver to travel down her spine. He sucked on the lobe, playing with it with his teeth. 

The bodice fell to the floor, and Eloise let out an involuntary gasp as cold air embraced her nipples, causing them to rise. Laurent's lips left her ear and trailed hot open-mouthed kisses down her jawline, neck, collarbone, shoulders and finally, right above her shapely breasts. 

"Mmm," he said. She blushed. He kissed chastely around the outline of her breasts, licking occasionally- all avoiding the areolas and nipples. He cupped the right one in his hand, bouncing it, squeezing slightly. 

Laurent traced his tongue around the areola and let his thumb flick gently and briefly over her hard nipple. She let out a stuttering sigh of pleasure as he caressed the darkened skin with his thumb and forefinger, teasing it, making Eloise's nipple ache to be touched. He touched it briefly with his tongue, satisfied at her moan. 

"Laurent," she whimpered, as she felt the heat of his mouth, suddenly encompassing her tit, his tongue and teeth teasing the nipple. Eloise moaned as he began to suck, moving his other hand to gently caress her other breast, sometimes pinching the sensitive nipples eliciting more sounds from the prostitute. 

Eloise was embarrassed as she felt herself getting wet; Laurent's administrations causing heat to travel to the valley between her legs. A violent shiver ran through her spine as she peered into Laurent's eyes, willing as they looked up into hers while he pleasured her tits. The prostitute felt a bead of moisture travel down her legs causing them to spasm at the touch. Laurent smirked to himself. It was time.

The girl groaned as she felt Laurent's lips leave her breasts. She already missed his touch, but the cool air of the room on her tit made her sigh. 

Laurent's lips traveled back to her own in a hot, needy kiss. He felt his hands on her hips and she realized he was leading her to the bed. Remnants of fear trickled back into her consciousness and she tensed in his arms. He kissed her as if to silence her fears, and set her down. 

His mouth latched to her neck again and her breasts and down her stomach as he kneeled at the foot of the giant bed. He slid her skirt down, exposing her sheer lacy panties. He teased her by kissing the outside of her thighs, up around her belly button, and down into the valley between her legs. 

He kissed the top of her shaved pubic mound before letting his lips travel to her pussy. He licked in between her lips and sucked on them through her underwear. She moaned in anticipation, relieved when he finally pulled her panties down to her knees, marking their trail with hot kisses. 

Her high pitched moans filled his ears as he began to lap at her sex, sucking on the lips and dancing his tongue along her slit. As he flicked his tongue along her clit, he heard, to his delight, a violent cry of pleasure escape her. He slowly began to suck on the bud, rolling it with his tongue and in-between his teeth. The cries that came from Eloise really were whore-like. 

Loud and scandalous, but not fake- the energy with which she elicited them was quite real. He penetrated her with his forefinger, sliding it in and out at a slow and decadent pace. The moans grew louder. 

"Laurent," she pleaded, over and over again. Laurent smiled to himself.

Eloise felt something burning inside her, like she was going up stairs and that Laurent's every motion drew her further and further to her destination. At the top of the stairs, there was bliss, and the girl felt her body convulse and her vision turn to white as she came for the very first time in her life. 

Laurent licked her juices from his finger and kissed Eloise, who tasted them on his lips. She whispered his name in awe, scared of the reaction of her body. 

"Good girl," he said. She could hear his arousal. 

"Do you want me to make love to you?" he whispered throatily in her ear, and she felt a shiver at the words. 

"But you don't love me," she heard herself say. 

"No, I don't. But I love your body. Let me make love to it." 

She nodded, and spread her legs dutifully. Their lips met, hot and needy and she heard the clink of Laurent undoing his belt, and the whisper of pants scurrying down legs. She saw his need, saw his straining cock and looked at it, fascinated. She touched it and he sighed, before taking her hands off of it. 

"Not now," he groaned, before kissing her again, his hands moving back to her breasts, teasing them in the expert way he had before. She regarded her own arousal with amusement. Laurent caressed her sex with his hand, stroking her, pleased with the sounds she made. Once he felt her tense, he stopped, making sure she didn't reach plateau too soon. He touched her breast with his dirty hand. 

"This is how wet you are," he crooned, rubbing the tit with her juices. The sexuality of the situation and of Laurent drew from her a keening noise. He brushed his cock up and down her slit, letting her hear the noises his motions made. She seized him when he touched her clit. He made her weak with need; she needed him like she never thought she'd need a man before. She begged him, pleaded:

"Laurent, I need it. I need it in me," she gasped. 

"How bad?"

"Bad, I need you bad. Please, fuck me."

"You sound like a whore when you say that," his lips were against her ear, hot breaths tickling her sensitive skin. A bead of sweat slid down the side of her face. 

"I am a whore," she said. 

"You're a whore only for me," he growled, squeezing hard on her nipple.

"Yes! Only for you. I'm your whore," she bit her lip as she felt an electric sensation from her clit as Laurent brushed his cock over it. 

"No one else. No one else is good enough to get you this wet, good enough to make you come," he exaggerated by letting his cock breach her entrance briefly causing a squishing noise to form from her juices. She groaned. 

"From now on, I'm going to be your only client, I'm going to be the only one allowed to fuck you. You're going to stay here, but you belong to me. I paid for you."

Eloise let his words sink in, but not for long, her need was so bad, she lashed out for his cock. She needed it inside her. 

"Laurent, I need it, I need it," she cried as he slapped her hand away.

"Say please," he teased.

"Please! Please Laurent, fuck me."

"Alright," he said, and she felt the head of his cock separate her lips as it buried itself deep inside of her. She let out a sob as she felt herself become completely filled. It was the most extraordinary fulfillment she'd ever experienced.

She felt her legs spasm as Laurent began to thrust inside of her, getting her accustomed to it, and she groaned, before he pulled out unexpectedly. She cried out at her own emptiness, but stopped when she felt him turn her over. She braced herself against the headboard of the bed. Laurent slipped himself back into her, marveling at how tight she was. 

As he took her from behind, she gasped and moaned and sighed as he increased his pace until he slammed into her, kissing her down her back, whispering naughty things in her ear, grabbing her hair as he pleasured her. 

His hand reached around to stroke her clit furiously, the erratic movement of his hands compared to the rhythms of his thrusts enough to send her to heaven, drive her closer to the edge until she blacked out and screamed as her orgasm crushed her with its force, her whole body shaking and convulsing.

Her juices coated his cock even more, and she had no time to recover from her orgasm for he was near his own as he thrust into her slowly, prolonging his pleasure until she gasped with surprise and excitement as he filled her with his seed, a sharp groan escaping through his lips as he emptied himself. 

She heard him mutter: "Fuck," under his breath. His semen dripped out of her once he removed himself, down her legs and onto the bed. 

He licked her clean, giving her a third, if not more minor orgasm. She whimpered his name in longing as he rose from the bed and dressed himself. He kissed her tenderly and gazed at her through pleasured eyes. 

"Ma Cherie," he crooned into her ear. "I will be back tomorrow night. And the next night, and the next night. Have no fear."

She marveled at the bill he placed in her hand and listened to him in silence as he made his way down the stairs. Eloise buried her head in one of the extravagant pillows and cried. 

Laurent was downstairs signing a check for 20,000 francs. 

He had bought Eloise

Evening



The afternoon was moving along nicely. Phone calls came in and emails went out. Status quo, really. But nothing major. Just stepped outside to check the weather. Still like an oven out there. Must water plants later tonight. Got a drink of water and now back at my desk checking headlines, reading more about the oil spillage in the Gulf. Man, those poor people and animals. Like New Orleans hasn't had enough to deal with. Today was actually a really good day for me. Smiling. It was going to happen tonight. Netta and I spoke earlier and we both felt tonight was the night. How exciting. 

These past weeks have been a good time for sports. Let's see we've got the Lakers and Celtics playing in the Finals and the Blackhawks and Flyers playing in the NHL Finals tonight. I would watch the Blackhawks, but I don't want to jinx them. I watched two of their games in the finals and they lost both. But when I turned the games on in the third period, they've won those. Wish I was in Vegas so I could place bets on both games at a Sportsbook. Maybe a short 8 hour drive to Laughlin, NV is in order. Eh, I'll just watch some on my hi def at home. Comforts of home. Thinking of comforts, I need to get out of here soon and head home. 

So hot outside. The birds aren't even flying. They're all just sitting in the birdbath commiserating. Thank god my swamp cooler is working. It's not as cool as force air conditioning, but still cool. I turned music on and jumped in the shower. Felt great. The day was over. Good beats out of the speakers and Netta would be home in a little while. I started prepping a nice little dinner going for us. Pasta with a light pesto sauce, salad, Italian bread and red wine. 

Dinner was quite good. Afterwards, Netta decided to take a relaxing bath. I changed the music to an easy new agey kind of thing and chased the cat out for her. I went to watch some hockey with the volume muted. A short while later, I heard the bathroom door open, then the bedroom door close. I caught a glimpse of Netta's beautiful dark skin. Mmm. Fifteen minutes later, the door opened and Netta came walking through the front room, wearing that lingerie piece she bought last week. I immediately felt a rush through my body. That lingerie piece really showed off her big round ass. She walked by me. I was not to touch her. I breathed. Maintain composure. Focus on the hockey. That ass was so mesmerizing. Netta brought me a cold beer, but didn't say a word. Opening it right in front of me, blocking my view of the game. Damn her big black ass. So smooth. Those large breasts were faintly seen under the cloth. She bent over. Dammit. Those thighs. Thick flanks. Mm. Not to touch her. This went on for about a half hour or so. Felt like longer, for sure. She paraded around the house. I throbbed. The bedroom door closed. Ugh-oh. I gently rubbed my bulge. Not too much. Back to the game. Blackhawks down 2-1. I got up to make sure the doors were locked, soon calling it a night. I began to hear what sounded like brief puffs of air. From a person. A woman. Netta had started. Well, she started a while back with me, but this next portion was all her. In the bedroom. I waited patiently. Moans emanated from the bedroom. I was restless in my seat out in the front room. The moans changed to 'ohhhhhhs' and 'ahhhhhs.' Then louder, 'Oh my god, Craig. I'm ready. It's ready." 

I stood up and removed my v neck t shirt. Then lowered my jeans and kicked them to the couch. My thick cock pointed the way back to the bedroom. I hesitated, with my hand on the doorknob. I heard Netta behind the door. The door opened. I stood in the doorway. Oh my god. Netta's legs were spead wide in the air. Her beautiful curvy black body glistened. And, oh my god. Her pussy was so swollen with excitement. Throbbing. Almost breathing like a black panther cat. I had to dive in head first. Netta let out a roar as I moved into her kitty. Deliciously sweet. Her beautiful lips. I wanted to feel my cock in her but had to wait until told to do so. 

In her state of arousal, Netta uttered the words, I........want.......your.......cock.......in.......me.........now." I stood next to the bed. Her legs splayed wide. I dipped the head of my cock down between her lips and with slow movements, entered her. Both of us let out a moan, like a near sense of relief. We were fucking. Her large breasts moved with my slow and steady movements. Netta occasionally told me to fuck her. Slide that cock. We fucked for what seemed like a long time. My cock raged. I stopped when I had to or to tease her a little. Then started again when I did. She bent over the side of the bed and I adored her big round black ass. Damn. Slapping it. Rubbing it. Fucking her moistness again. Netta moved to her back again. I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders so we could fuck hard. And we did. Netta had what seemed like her third orgasm. When I came wildly. Bucking like a fucking animal. I groaned and moaned, nearly taking a bite out of her shoulder with animalistic sexual peak. It was incredible. Just incredible. We collapsed. And laid there, seemingly dazed and confused all over each other and our various wetness. Until one of us got the energy to get up and take a shower. The other followed a little later. 



Evening Absolution



The tub was hot, the bubbles smelled of lilacs, the wine was icy cold and the book I had chosen "Erotic Tales for Women," was one of the hottest I had ever read. I gathered the toys that I wanted to amuse myself with this evening and dropping my dressing gown on the side of the tub slipped in.

A man was nice and sometimes needed but a woman could make due nicely if required with the proper state of mind and good toys.

I slid into the bubbles laying my head back against the pillow enjoying the smoothness of the water. The silkiness of the bubbles as they were gliding over the curves of my body. The feeling of the heat as it wove it's way into my body loosening the knots of stress my day had managed to provide for its care.

Tonight was my night to take care of me. I called to mind my favorite phantom lover. He was barely taller then me and stocky. A solid man, giving you a feeling of safeness in the worst of storms. He had a weathered face and a beautiful smile. He had deep penetrating eyes that could see to your soul, eyes that kept you from hiding anything from his gaze and a way of knowing when you weren't telling the whole truth.

He stood next to the tub, dropped his towel and slid in behind me pulling me against his warm chest and cupping my breasts in his ample hands. "It's been to long, my darling he growled into my ear. Why do you make me wait for you? You know that you need what I provide."

I whimpered, as he started to tease my nipples pulling them out to the point of pain rolling them between his fingers and letting them go. It was delicious pain; it swept through me and made my body yearn for more.

"Please more, I begged." He laughed as he slid his hand down my body and around my hip, reaching for my passionate center of pleasure. 

"You want me to do the same to this little bud of pleasure?" He asked.

I nodded and said again "Please"

He reached for my pleasure button, teased, tickled, and tormented it while pushing one and then another finger in and out of my hot wet pussy. I had a fine rolling orgasm. Murmuring my gratitude as I returned to sanity, he laughed. 

" Oh we aren't done yet, my darling, I have a surprise for you my pet, a new toy." He reached and picked up something and made me stand up. He buckled it around my hips down and under my body and back up, then nestled it against my tingling clit. He turned it on and it pulsated beating a tune of pleasure against my bud coursing erotic feelings through my body.

I gasped in pleasure. "Oh! That's delicious" He chortled, "and water proof too. Now for the other one" and he slide a wide long warm cock into my wet and waiting pussy. "Bend over now like a good girl and don't drop the one in your pussy or I will have to spank you." He slapped my arse now presented to him to show me what he meant.

He spread me wide open forcing my legs as wide apart as I had room for them. I was breathing hard as I realized the picture of wanton lust I now presented to him. Dripping wet, legs spread wide, clit being pulsated by his toy, pussy full and dripping with lust and now my arse spread for his pleasure. A slut made available to his every whim. He pushed one and then another finger into my arse as I shivered and pleaded for him to fill me. Suddenly I felt a cold hard thing being forced into my arse. It felt bad, it felt good, and it set off nerves I didn't know I had. It was wonderful. He kept pushing until it was past all resistance and seated deep inside me. He then took his hand and started to move first one and then the other in and out in a rhythm of strokes that built up a feeling in me like none I had ever known. A warm ball of pleasure started deep inside me and spread. 

"Tease your nipples for me slut. Make them long and hard." I did, as he demanded. It added another layer of feelings to my growing circle of pleasure. Vibrations were exciting me in every orifice of my body. It was heaven waiting to happen, then it hit me, and I collapsed into the tub as for minutes I shook and cried out in completion of my desires.

Finally recovered, I opened my eyes and removed my toys bidding my lover goodbye for yet again a little while. If only life imitated, desire and I could find such a man. Completed and wore out from my orgasm I still wanted a real man with a real cock to fill me and make me his own.

Ah! Well I was due to leave in the morning for a trip to Wales perhaps this time I would meet him.

© 4-30-04



Evening Appetizer



You an I are in the kitchen preparing dinner for the night. We are moving back and forth across the kitchen, brushing up against each other as we playfully grab and grope each other as we laugh and giggle. We are both dressed in boxers and tank tops and can each feel the the others excitement as we brush against one another, your erect nipples and my hardening cock. I tell you that I need to grab something from the back room and will be right back, playfully grabbing your ass as I walk away. After a couple minutes you hear me call you from the back of the house that I need your help for a second. You walk to the back room and think that is it odd that the light is still off. As you walk into the room and reach for the light switch you feel a hand lightly grab your wrist and pull it away. You feel yourself pulled into the room and pressed against the wall, a finger against your lips and a soft “sshhhhhhhhhh” from in front of you. The room is so dark that you can’t even see the finger pressed against your lips. 

You sense movement in front of you and a hand brushes against your neck, caressing it then traveling down as it brushes against your hardening nipples through your shirt. You let out a deep breath as you realize just how turned on you are becoming. This sensation of almost being blindfolded, not sure what is going to happen next. You feel the straps of your tank top being pushed over your shoulders and down your arms. Your nipples being brushed by the fabric as it slides down your chest to your stomach, exposing your nipples to the cool air. Suddenly there is a hand on your stomach and the other on your face, turning your head to the side and kissing your neck. Nibbling gently as you feel my mouth kissing down to your bare shoulders. The hand on your stomach presses you against the wall as you feel my warm lips kissing and licking your skin. You feel the hand move up your stomach and cup your breasts, as my mouth moves down to meet it. Placing soft kisses around and over your breasts, rolling your nipples gently between my fingertips as I pull them into my mouth and suck gently. Rolling them with my tongue as they press against it, hard and wanting. I begin pulling them in and out between my lips as I hear your breathing deepen and quicken, little moans escaping your lips. You feel my excitement growing from your breathing and sounds, pressed against your bare thigh. 

You gasp as you feel a hand against your inner thigh, squeezing gently as you part your legs slightly, allowing my hand easier access to your moist pussy under the boxers you are wearing. You feel the material pressed against your pussy as your juices soak it against my hand. You moan loudly as you feel the palm of my hand press against you and the material brushes against your swollen and sensitive clit. You start to tell me how much this is turning you on when you feel the finger against your lips again, only this time it is moist with your juices as you push out your tongue to taste yourself, always as sweet as fresh honey. Suddenly you feel my lips against yours, kissing you deeply, sharing the taste of you on your lips. You feel my hand as it pushes your boxers to the side and you feel a finger part your pussy lips and start to slide slowly up and down between them. I feel the breath rush from between your lips as you exhale deeply, moaning in ecstasy.

As you revel in the feeling of my hand working against your pussy, you feel my hand travel to yours resting at your side. I grab it and pulling it towards me, as you feel your fingers wrap around my now swollen cock. Your juices flow even stronger, covering my finger that is now working in and out of you. You start to stroke my cock slowly, feeling the ridge of the head as your hand moves out to the end, then sliding your hand down to the base, opening your hand slightly as you push all the way down, feeling how hot and hard I have become from my excitement of just being able to enjoy you. You run your fingers to the tip and feel the wetness of the precum that has covered it, as you bring your fingers to your mouth and taste my sweet juices this time. You push your hand lower between my legs to my balls, squeezing them gently as you feel how tight they are, ready to release my hot cum for you. 

You are surprised when you feel yourself spun around and you put your arms out to support yourself to find that you are now supporting yourself by the back of the recliner in the corner of the room. You are pushed forward until your hips are even with the back of the chair and your hands are holding onto the arms. You feel your boxers pulled down your legs as you step out of them and then hear them land somewhere in the dark to your right. You feel a hand on your hip and another between your legs, a finger working in and out of your pussy again. You moan loudly from the feeling and spread your legs farther, engulfed in the feeling of what is happening, and surely what is to come. As you feel my finger pull out of you and both hands on your hips, your breathing almost stops in anticipation. 

You exhale and utter an almost silent squeal as you feel the head of my cock rub against your clit, then press against your soaked pussy. I hold it there for what to you seems almost like an eternity. Then without warning I push it all the way into you, as you feel my balls pressed against your ass. You scream with excitement as you feel yourself filled up inside, and this time there is no finger to quieten you. You feel your hips being held tight as my hard cock starts to move in and out of you, the head pushing deep inside you as you push yourself against me and moan louder and louder with each thrust. You now feel a hand on your back, pushing you over the chair as your pussy is fucked harder. You can feel and hear as my body slams into yours, the fronts of my thighs hitting the backs of yours. My pelvis hitting your ass with each thrust into you. My balls are slamming off your ass as your pussy is fucked like it never has been before. You utter a scream of pleasure, your head spinning from the feeling of being fucked like you are now. You feel your stomach muscles tightening and loosening, as your pussy clenches my cock, trying to pull it in deeper and deeper. Your legs begin shaking, and you are thankful now that you’re supported by the chair for fear of your legs betraying you and spilling you to the floor. You are now aware of my heavy breathing and the moans escaping me as my excitement and arousal grows with you. Not as calm as cool as I was before, you know that you have always had this effect on me and revel in it, smiling to yourself in the dark. 

You are aware of your body tingling all over like an electrical current running through you, originating between your thighs. You feel yourself starting to give in to the intense feeling of my cock ramming in and out of you. Your legs quiver and small gasps escape your lips as you feel yourself building to an intense orgasm. You almost bite your lip to stifle a scream, but instead yell my name at the top of your lungs, and tell me that you are going to cum. Finally like an ocean wave you feel the orgasm rock through your body as your pussy clenches my cock and you collapse onto the back of the chair, gasping for air and trying to get the stars to clear from your eyes. At that exact moment you feel my cock pushed deep inside you and held there, and for the last 30 minutes you hear me utter the only words spoken I’m cummming”. You feel my hot cum as it explodes from my cock and fills your pussy. This feeling triggers another orgasm from you as you reach back and grab my ass, pulling me tighter as I feel your pussy clenching around my cock over and over from the contractions. Finally your contractions subside to an almost heartbeat feel against my cock. You feel our juices as they mix and start to run down my cock and your inner thighs, the smell of sex engulfing the room. You relax your body across the back of the chair and compose yourself as you feel me lean across you and kiss the back of your neck, nuzzling my mouth against you. You exhale softly and smile as you feel my warm breath against your skin…...



Evening at Home



She called me and left a message on my cell phone. She said that she had plans for the evening, and that I should consider myself to have plans as well.

Since I didn't have much plan to do anything else, this didn't bother me much. I was curious what she had planned, having omitted that little detail in the voice mail. 

I pulled into the driveway, hit the button for the garage door opener, and as the door opened, I wondered, as I had during the drive home, what the plans were. Karen did not often all of a sudden decide that we had plans, especially without asking me. I pulled in and thought that I would know soon enough.

After hitting the button on the wall to shut the garage door, I opened the door to the house. Karen was standing there, leaned up against the wall, head tilted a bit towards the wall, with quite a devilish smirk on her face. However, this isn't the first thing that I noticed.

The first thing that I noticed was what Karen was wearing. Let me describe Karen - 5' 6" tall, about 125lbs with long sexy legs, long brown hair, coming just below her shoulders, slightly curled at the ends. She has the prettiest hazel eyes, that catch the light just so. She was my girlfriend of 3 years, and the light of my life.

The light of my life was wearing a short black skirt, a red short-sleeve blouse. Standing there, her right leg resting on the ball of her foot, as she was twisting her leg so I could see the side of her leg. Knowing that I have a thing for legs, particularly her legs, she had a pair of black fishnet pantyhose on, with no shoes. Her dark tan skin looked incredible in those stockings.

"You didn't have anything in particular you wanted to do tonight do you?" she asked, trying to sound innocent. 

It took me a few seconds to pick up my jaw, and stammered "I was looking forward to spending it with you".

She walked towards me, with a broad grin on her face, stopping just inches away from me, her hand on my hip, one hand slamming the door shut behind me. Looking up at my 6' 2" frame, she said "This night is for you, and you will not soon forget it". After a couple seconds pause, as if debating with herself, she added "Master".

My arms wrapped around her back, I kissed her lightly on her lips, and asked "Master? What do you mean by that?" Karen was not the type to be kinky, certainly talented and willing in the sex department, just never all that wild.

She looked down, staring at the middle of my chest, and answered "I am your slave tonight, I will do anything for you, with you, Master." I could tell she was a little nervous, not entirely sure if this was such a good idea.

I reached up, put my fingers gently under her chin, raising her eyes to look at me, I kissed her full on the lips, and when our lips parted, she answered the question on my face. "You are my world Scott, I trust you, and I know that you love me. I also know that I don't rock your world in the... fucking department." 

I was a little surprised, quite shocked really, Karen had not used the word 'fuck' more than a couple times in all the while I knew her. I also thought that I had convinced her that she was rocking my world in the 'fucking department'. "Karen..." I said.

She interrupted "Scott, stop. I know that we have decent sex, and I also know that you are often frustrated by how, I don't know, traditional I am, how unadventurous I guess. You want someone more slutty, more uninhibited. You think I don't know, but I do, I know you. I want this night to be for you, I will do whatever you ask, however hard it may be. Let me do this for you, Master."

There was a determined tone in her voice, a subtle one, but definitely there. Her eyes were a bit wet. I knew this was important to her, knew that she really did know what I thought about our sex life, and my heart leaped at what she was willing to do for me. When she finished speaking, there was a bit of a tear in my eye as well, but I hid it well... I think.

I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her, hugged her tight, and planted a big kiss right on her lips. "I don't quite know what to have you do, I don't want to cross some... boundary. You are a wonderful woman.."

She squeezed me in the hug and said "I will do anything, don't worry, I'm a big girl, I'll be fine. Now shut up and give me instructions, Master".

"Well, my sex slave, lets go to the living room", and she pulled me in that direction. 

There was a nice big fire in the fireplace. The curtains over the sliding door to the back yard was closed. The firewood in the fireplace popped.

"Ok, Master, what's first?"

I sat on the couch, as I thought. I was uncomfortable, not sure if I told her to do something out of her comfort zone, if she would be hurt. That was the last thing I wanted, she was good in the sack, but her description of herself was accurate. If we tried a new position, it was a bit of cajoling to get her to try it. "Unbutton your blouse, do it slow and sexy" I said, starting off safe.

Karen reached up, started to sway her hips, and unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. She twisted to the side and unbuttoned another. She swayed and twisted, never taking her eyes off of me, and the smile never left her face, and the buttons came undone. Her 34B tits were in a red lace bra. 

"Take it off, turn around, back to me, and bend over, touch your toes"

"Of course Master" Her tan skin looked very appealing in the firelight, mixed with the dim fading daylight filtering through the curtains. Her red bra set off her skin nicely as she bent down, presenting that tight ass to me. 

"Take off your skirt, spread your legs a bit, and bend over, I want to see that sexy ass, with you looking between your legs back at me". And she reached back, unzipped her skirt, let it drop to the floor, she kicked it away, and kept her leg out. 

My palms were damp. She had never stripped for me before, and certainly never on 'command'. As her skirt dropped, her I noticed her red lace panties, matching her bra, and the seam of the fishnet stockings running, up, up up, her long legs. My cock started to throb uncomfortably, it was stuck, bent and trapped my my pants and underwear. I was about to reach in and adjust it to a more comfortable position, but I remembered.

"Slave, my cock is in a uncomfortable position. Would you adjust it?"

She straightened up, and turned around, moving towards me. Her tummy flat, and well muscled. 

"In fact, take off my shoes, and socks. Pants too while you are at it."

"Yes Master" and she knelt down, untied my shoes and pulled them off. She lifted my feet and rested them on her thighs. She rubbed the top of my feet, looked up at me, and smiled. I could tell she was nervous, but she was also having some fun. She pulled off my socks, and she rubbed my bare feet. "How does my stockings feel Master, I hope you like them"

"You know I do Karen, but my cock is still uncomfortable." I said with some feigned irritation.

"Oh, let me fix that Master" and she reached up, unbuckled my pants, undid the button, and pulled the zipper down. Karen ran her hand up my shaft, and she slide her hands to my hips, and started to pull. I lifted my hips, and my pants dropped around my ankles. She pulled the pants off, 1 leg at a time and tossed them aside. She placed her hands on my knees, and slide up my thighs. Snaking her fingers underneath my underwear, she slide her hand over my cock, and straightened it out. 

Her hands felt so soft. "Mmmm, Master, it looks like your big hard cock likes his slave" she said with a smile, looking up at me.

I chuckled and said "He does like you, but I am still in charge. Come sit on my lap facing me" with a smile.

She stood up, leaned forward, placed her hands on my shoulders, and put her right leg next to my left leg. She pulled her left leg up, making sure it rubbed my leg all the way up, brushing the stocking against my skin. For a few seconds, she stayed on her knees, her bra encased tits only a couple inches from my face. I could smell the perfume she was wearing, my favorite. She massaged my shoulders, enjoyed and let me gaze at her glorious globes before she sat down on my lap.

I placed my hands on her knees, slide my hands up her legs, over her stockings. I really enjoy the feeling of stockings against my flesh. Karen had worn stockings on occasion as a treat for me. My hands stopped on her panty covered ass. I massaged her cheeks a bit, and slid both my hands up her back. Leaning forward a bit, I kissed the mound of flesh, just above her bra, and unhooked the hook in back. Pulling the straps off her shoulders, she dropped her hands from my shoulders to allow me to take off her bra, and toss it aside.

Karen has wonderful boobs, don't sag at all. She was a little self conscious about what she considered small tits when we first met. A few times mentioning that anything more than a mouth or handful was a waste (and learning of my weakness for legs), she became comfortable with them.

I rubbed her tits with my palms, feeling her nipples respond to the stimulation. I leaned forward again and kissed each nipple, ran my tongue around each nipple, first clockwise, then counter-clockwise.

"Stand up, sitting down on the job again are we?" I teased.

She stood up, feet on either side of mine. 

"Turn around, feet together" I said, and she complied. "Now bend over, and slowly pull those red panties down as you do. I want to see that tight little ass of yours"

Her thumbs slipped inside the waistband of her panties. She slowly bent forward, and pulled her panties down, as she said "Yes Master". The relatively white skin of her ass was revealed to me, and the crotch of her panties stayed against her pussy. Both because her legs were together and her pussy was wet. She slide the panties down her thighs, the crotch finally let go, and I saw her wet pussy lips, glistening with her juices.

"Stay bent over and throw your panties aside, I want to enjoy the view".

"I hope you do Master, do you like seeing me bent over, ass in your face?" she asked, as she peered at me between her legs.

"You know I do" I said as I smacked her ass, first with one hand on a cheek, than with the other hand on the other cheek. "It's time for my slave to put on a little show." I said, emphasizing the word show.

A slight flush came to Karen's cheeks. I had asked Karen to let me watch her doing various things before, and she had always politely but firmly said no. She always said she wasn't comfortable doing that. 

After a long pause, she said "Yes Master", and I can tell she was uncomfortable. 

"Karen," I said "I won't make you do this and.."

Karen interrupted. "Master, I said I am your slave for the night, and I said I would do anything for you, no matter how hard. What would you like the show to be Master?"

I leaned forward, placed my hands on her thighs, and placed a soft kiss on both cheeks of her ass. "You are a very special woman. Now go get that present I got you awhile ago, the one that you didn't want to use. Hurry back, your Master is waiting."

Off she ran, and I sat down on the floor in front of the couch. A minute or 2 later, she came back with my present. Quite awhile ago, I had gotten her a Pearl Butterfly vibrator. It was one of the fancy ones that both vibrated and the end rotated around, and also had a clit stimulator. I wanted to use it on her, and she said "no, that's what I have you for." She had never taken it out of the box.

Good!" I exclaimed, "Now sit down on the couch, facing me." She sat down, the the vibe next to her. "Now scootch out, plant your butt close to the edge of the cushion."

She scootched up and said "Yes Master", with a little quaver of uncertainty in her voice.

"Now lie back, spread those sexy legs a bit. Now use both hands to play with your tits, make those nipples hard." She laid back, closed her eyes, and slid her hands up her sides to her tits. She pinched her nipples, circling them with her thumb. I looked down at her pussy, it was freshly shaved around her lips. She knew I liked just a small patch of public hair in front, and clean shaven below. 'No hairs to get in my teeth' I would tease.

Karen was wet, her lips glistened with her moisture. I caught a whiff of her musky scent. Man she was turning me on, my hand rubbed my cock outside my underwear.

"Now slide your hand down to your pussy, and spread those pussy lips. I want to see if my slave is turned on."

She slide her right hand down her body, and fumbled a bit to get her fingers in the right position. She spread her glistening pussy lips with her middle and index fingers. I could see the pink insides, the clit poking it's head out, and the small opening of her love canal. 

"Stick your fingers in, get them nice and wet. Are you wet slave? Is your pink pussy wet? Are you excited? Play with that sexy pussy of yours"

"Yes Master, I am wet, my pink pussy is wet and excited" she said, a little distantly, and a tiny gasp escaped as she inserted some fingers into her pussy. Karen's palm was wrapped around her left tit, and her thumb and forefinger pinched and played with her nipple. Her other hand was sliding 2 fingers in and out of her pussy, sliding up and over her clit as she pulled her fingers out.

I leaned up against the inside of her calf, put my hand on her thigh, rubbing my hand up and down over the stocking. My gaze was on her pussy juice slick fingers, sliding in and out. I glanced up at her face, as she gave a little moan, breathing heavy. 

My cock was rock hard, it's one eye peeking out over the waistband of my underwear.

"Stop" I commanded. Karen's eyes opened, and lifted her head up to look at me. 

"Mmm, master" she said throatily. 

"My shirt is still on, take it off." Karen dutifully say up and grasped my sides and pulled my shirt up, over my head. Pulling it off my arms, she threw it aside. "Now lay back again, grab your legs behind your knees, and pull them up to your chest." As she did that, I said "I want that pussy wide open, I wanna see your wetness, see that hot pussy of yours."

She was such a sexy sight. Laying back on the couch, legs pulled up and back on either side of her shoulders, black fishnet stockings setting off her tanned skin, her pussy exposed, lips slightly parted, shining with wetness, a dribble of juice trickling down towards her ass, a smile on her face as she looked at me, looking at her.

"Of course Master, my pussy is yours to see."

"Now reach down and spread those lips." I commanded, "nice and wide. Make the clit poke out slave." She reached down and spread her hairless lips.

"Like this Master?" she asked. Looking at my face, my eyes absorbing the sight before me, she had her answer.

Unable to restrain myself, I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue, and just touching the tip of my tongue on the spot where her lips came together, near her ass. I slowly inched my tongue up towards her clit, just the tip of my tongue touching her lips, and the soft velvety flesh between her lips, held apart by her fingers. My tongue reached her clit, and I gave it a flick, just one. A sharp gasp escaped Karen's clenched teeth.

I reached to her side, and got the Pearl Butterfly. Karen's eyes followed the vibrator in my hand. I placed the cock shaped head between her pussy lips. I rubbed the vibe in a circle, getting the head wet with her juices. Looking up at her face, I saw anticipation. I slide the plastic cock into her canal, I looked up at her, our eyes met, and I kept sliding in the vibe, deeper and deeper, our eyes never losing contact, her cheek twitched. The clit tickler touched her clit, and I slide out the vibe, and slide it back in, faster this time. 

"You know how much I like to see you cum" I said, our eyes still locked together. "I'm going to make you cum." She didn't respond as she closed her eyes, and laid her head back. 

I turn the vibe on, just as her head touched the cushion, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through her. I slide the vibe in and out, intentionally not letting the clit tickler touch her clit, letting the sensation build. She let out another moan. I pushed the vibe in further, this time just touching her clit with the tickler, just for an instant. Each time I pushed the vibe deep into her pussy, I would let the tickler vibrate on her clit a bit longer than the last time. Her pussy juice coating the Pearl Butterfly, and little rivers of her juice trickling down towards her ass. I bent forward, kissed her inner thigh, tickled it with my tongue, and watched the bumps on the vibe disappear into her soft folds, only to reappear a moment later.

Finally, I pushed the vibe in deep, tickler touching her clit, and I held it there. I turned up the setting on the vibrator, and turned on the rotating shaft. Her back arched, pushing her tits up as she gasped and let out a moan. I added some rotation of my own, flicking the clit tickler across her clit. 

"Oh Master!!" she managed to gasp. 

I felt the shudder with my cheek as her orgasm washed over her. Her sharp intake of breath, tightening of her stomach muscles, the involuntary flinch of her thighs. I turned off the rotating shaft, and turned down the vibe setting, but kept slowly plunging the vibe in and out of her cunt, still tickling her clit. The hand that was spreading apart her lips, grabbed the vibe and pushed it out.

"A little sensitive are we?" I asked innocently, turning off the vie entirely. 

"A little Master" she said between deep breaths, trying to calm down. I leaned forward, and started to slowly lick her pussy. Licking up her juices, enjoying the taste, and enjoying the flinches Karen had as my tongue touched a sensitive spot. Getting my lips and cheeks wet with her juices, I got to my knees, slide my torso between her spread legs, and kissed her chin.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she kissed me back. She stuck out her tongue, and licked my lips and cheeks, as she looked straight into my eyes. "Mmm new cologne Master?" she said with a wicked grin.

"Do you like it?" I said with a chuckle. She reached down with her hand, fumbled a bit, and then brought her hand up for me to see. Her fingers were wet, and she slide 1 finger in her mouth, wrapped her lips around it, and sucked a little. Sucking the juice off of one finger, she licked the next one like a lolly pop, her eyes never leaving my face.

"What do you think Master?" she said as she finished her treat, with a smirk.

"I think my slave came, without permission, and before her Master did." I said sternly. "That deserves some kind of punishment."

"But Master, you..." she exclaimed, getting into the fun of the game.

I interrupted, "Didn't give you permission. What should your punishment be?" I pondered out loud. "Hmmm, I know" I said, drawing out the ow sound, sounding evil. 

"Stand up" I said as I stood up. "Get on your knees, and pull off my underwear. Such a bad slave to cum and I'm not even naked yet. This calls for extreme action!" I teased.

"Yes Master, I am sooooo sorrrrrryyyyy" Karen said as she laughed. She dropped to her knees, and pulled my underwear down, taking care to pull the waistband away from my raging hard on so it wouldn't get caught.

"Give me the best blow job in the world, my slave" I said as I flopped down on the couch, my feet on either side of her. 

She stayed on her knees, slide her hands up my thighs, one hand cupping my balls, and the other sliding up my shaft. She stuck out her tongue, slid the tip up my hardness and kissed the head as she looked at my face. She parted her lips a bit, turned her head to the side, and placed her lips at the base of my shaft. Never loosing eye or lip contact, she returned to the head, tongue flicking between her lips. Still never looking away from me, she repeated the same thing on the other side of my shaft.




Evening at Home



Sitting back, she ducked her head down and licked my balls. She slide her hand up and down my shaft, slowly. Licking her way up the shaft again, she put the head between her lips. Breaking eye contact for the first time, she tilted her head forward, and slide her lips down my shaft, making sure to avoid scraping my shaft with her teeth.

I moaned at the velvety feeling of her tongue. "You know what I am going to do slave?" I asked

"What Master?" she asked when her head came up. She parted her lips again and slide down my shaft, flicking her tongue on the underside of my cock. Her hand wrapped around the shaft, following her mouth up and down, her other hands caressing my balls.

"I am going to cum right on that talented tongue of yours", I paused and said "How would you like my hot load of sticky cum on that tongue?" Karen had never permitted me to cum in her mouth before, always finishing the last few strokes with her hand, allowing my cum to erupt out and over her hand. 

"My tongue is yours Master. I want that load of hot sticky cum on my tongue, to feel in squirt in my mouth, washing over my tongue, so I can swallow it down." she said as she looked my straight in the eye, and kissed the head of my cock.

I almost came right then. I expected hesitation, maybe even outright refusal, but I didn't expect those words out of Karen's mouth. After a long pause, as Karen kissed my cock, and gave me a big slutty grin, I said "That's a good slave".

Her tongue circled my head. She was certainly doing her best to obey my commands, she was giving an awesome blow job. She slid her lips down over my shaft, her hand just in front of her lips. She started to move faster, bobbing up and down. I could see her saliva on my cock, on her hands, and on her face. She was going all out, she had never given such a sloppy blow job before. 

"Cum for me, I wanna taste that cum. Shoot it in my mouth!" she exclaimed.

I couldn't take much more of this, and she knew it. She returned to bobbing her head up and down, an occasional slurping sound coming from the suction she was giving me. I could feel her tongue sliding over my head, and down my shaft, the slight tickle of my pubic hair as she played with my balls. I couldn't hold back a moan.

Unable to hold back, restrain myself more, I could feel the tightening of my balls, the sudden sensation of release as my load shot out the end of my cock. Karen was still sliding up and down on my shaft, lips tightly around my shaft. My hips involuntarily lifted to meet her. As I began to settle down, I stopped holding my breath, Karen slowly going up and down my shaft, lips still tightly clamped on the shaft.

She lifted her head, lips locked around my head, she pressed her lips together as she tilted her head back to look at me, letting nothing escape. She smiled, and opened her mouth. Inside, swirling around her tongue, as she licked her lips, was a puddle of my cum. She smiled at me, closed her mouth, made a show of swallowing. I watched her throat muscles contract as she swallowed. 

"Mmmm, good, Master" she said with a slutty grin, opening her mouth and licking her lips. She bent down, and licked my cock, all the while keeping her eyes locked on me.

"Would my Master like me to make dinner, while he recovers?" 

I could only nod, and think about the possibilities after dinner...



Evening at Home



It'd been a long day and I couldn't wait to get out of my boots. I gave a big presentation that afternoon and I made sure to look my best. I had chosen a long skirt that was conservative, but slit up the side -- just a little higher than what was completely professional, and shiny black knee boots. The jacket I wore perfectly complimented my shape, giving just a glimpse of the silky camisole beneath. I always knew I had nice features and I wore my long hair swept up, exposing my neck. It had always been my softest spot. Closing the door to my flat, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, imagining the warmth of your breath as you slowly came up behind me to kiss the back of my neck. It would be so easy to make me melt... 

Slipping off my jacket and shaking myself from the reverie; I unzipped my boots and stretched my toes. I tiptoed into the kitchen in my stocking feet and poured a glass of wine. It was my time to relax. The sun was just starting to set and the west windows overlooking the river were filled with bright orange light. I wandered into the living room and switched on the stereo. Smooth, deep, soothing jazz filled the room. I reached up and removed the pins from my hair, shaking it loose and letting it cascade down my back. 

Slowly undressing and taking my glass into the bathroom, I ran a steamy bath, poured in my favorite bath oil and slowly surrendered to the warm water, feeling the days' tension melt away in a swirl of fragrant water and cool wine. The wine and steam helped me to relax and soon I was drowsy. Deciding I would fall asleep right there if I didn't move, I finally got up and let the water out of the tub. Leaving wet footprints across the bathroom floor, I wrapped myself in my favorite soft robe instead of a towel, refilled my glass, and settled down with a book I had been trying to finish for weeks. But try as I might, I just couldn't get into it. My mind wandered to the long day I'd had and the weekend ahead. I thought about unfinished business, the chores I needed to do, the long list of things I would simply never have enough time to finish... But mostly, I thought about you. 

I thought about the way you look, and even more I thought about the way you might feel, or the way you might taste. I closed my eyes and thought about how I would like to tease you, at first, to brush past you in a crowded room, to stand too close in an elevator... I though about how to make you notice me, how to make you feel the electricity that you'd sparked in me. 

I gave up and set aside my book, running my fingers through my hair and stretching my neck from side to side. What I really could use was a good massage. Well, at least for starters... 

Touching the cool glass to my forehead, I let the tiny drops of condensation trail across my face. I was in the mood and I dipped a finger into the glass, tasting the sweet chardonnay on my skin. The fragrance of the bath oil lingered, the subtle scent blending with the aroma of the wine. Slowly I let my hands trace the curves of my body, imagining your touch. I thought about all the things I wanted to do to you, all the things I wanted to experience with you. I slowly drifted away and floated, my mind turning, full of desires... 

Feeling the slight residue of the bath oil on my skin, I rubbed the back of my neck and slowly slid my hands down, across my collarbones to my breasts. Kneading them, I could feel my nipples harden, longing to feel your hands and mouth. Needing more of a release, I reached one hand down slowly to caress the top of my mound, feeling the bit of soft short hair that proved I was born a dirty blonde. 

Sliding my middle finger into my slit, I felt the hot, slick desire that had been building all day. Relishing the friction, I bit my lip as I spread my legs slightly and slowly drew my hand up, sliding over my clit, which was just begging to be touched. Spreading my pussy with one hand, I circled my clit with slick fingers and slowly pushed one inside me, sliding it in and out as I began to move my hips against it. Sliding a second finger in, I moved faster, feeling the tension building in my body. 

Longingly to feel you inside me, I thrust my fingers in and out, brushing my clit with each stroke until I could feel the world start to disappear around me. Unable to control myself any longer, I squeezed my legs together, increasing the tight pressure around my hand and sending me over the edge. My body began to squirm and contract as my orgasm washed over me, lingering and bursting forth again as I slowly withdrew my hand and brushed my sensitive swollen clit. 

Breathing harder, I reached up to squeeze my breasts, relishing the small aftershocks of my orgasm. Lying there, recovering I remembered my wine on the nightstand and I took a long swallow, enjoying the refreshing cool of it. Reaching over to open the night stand drawer, I looked at my collection of toys and smiled. It was going to be a very good relaxing evening at home... 



Evening at Linda's



See "Into His Eyes" for context here.

*

She continued to rock slowly back and forth while hugging him as tightly as ever, filling the afterglow with more physical sensation. A little bit later, he had grown soft enough that his dick popped out of her. Well, she'd had enough. For now, anyway. 

She turned her head towards a sound from the deck. "Shit!" she hissed.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"It's seven already."

He followed her gaze to the window and saw two faces peering into the living room, one of which belonged to Janet.

If he had been embarrassed that morning, he was now ten times more so. Linda, by contrast, was nonplussed. She languidly reached for her robe and wrapped it around her, tying the belt with a practiced flourish. Meanwhile, he was fumbling with his own, clumsily trying to cover himself even though their visitors had moved around to the front door.

Fully composed, Linda met her guests at the door.

"I am so sorry," she told Janet, "We just lost track of time."

"I'll say!" Janet shot back. She then began to imitate the chuffing sounds that he thought only Linda made.

Well, if Linda could act so cool, he thought, so could he. Once he had his robe on, he tried to appear casual as he sauntered up to meet Janet and her lover. He was momentarily taken aback when he realized that Janet's companion was a woman. 

'Oh well,' he told himself, 'it's a big world.'

Linda handled the introductions. 'Sam' it turned out, was short for 'Samantha.'

She opened a bottle of chardonnay and offered Sam and Janet each a glass. "You two make yourselves comfortable. We've gotta shower."

"Yeah," agreed Janet, "this place reeks of fucking."

Defying his attempts to appear a cool as Linda was, his face flushed deeply once more. Linda reached for his hand and tugged him in the direction of the downstairs bathroom.

"Don't worry about her," Linda reassured him. "Janet just likes to shock people, especially new people."

"But she was watching us, when we were ma. . ." He paused, deciding to use her preferred term for coitus. "When we were . . . fucking just now."

He followed her into the bathroom, watching as she slipped of her robe. Even still, he felt a stirring of arousal. Linda was that hot. She even made stepping out of a bathrobe look sexy. Maybe he just had sex on the brain after breaking a five-year drought.

"Oh, I'm sure she didn't see much and certainly nothing she hasn't seen before." Linda paused, wondering to herself if there was anything Janet hadn't seen and what that might be.

Showering together would have been more distracting if they hadn't just each had a nice orgasm bare minutes before. He still loved the feel of her soapy bottom as his hands caressed her beautiful buns and she enjoyed fondling his half-limp penis and washing his balls so very carefully. They kissed, of course, and for a little while almost forgot about their waiting dinner guests. Finally, when they both were squeaky clean, he said, "Hey, we gotta get dinner going."

The admonition spurred a flurry of activity as the dried one another and Linda fussed with her hair. Pulling her robe back on, she went in search of a fresh pair of jeans and a blouse. He tried to recall where he had a change of clothes besides in his bag. That was in the living room and he wasn't eager to go out there in only a robe, not with their guests there. Not that they hadn't seen him completely naked, burrier up to his pubes in Linda. Then he remembered the laundry and went to the laundry room to fetch his clean clothes.

The two emerged a few minutes later clean, fully clothed, and no longer reeking of arousal and its satisfaction. 

"'s'bout time!" Janet chided, gesturing with the bottle of chardonnay, "We just started a second glass."

They headed to the kitchen to prepare the meal and Janet and Sam joined them. Wine and conversation flowed steadily through the meal and the clean-up afterwards. That taken care of, they repaired to the living room to take advantage of the more comfortable surroundings by the fire.

"Hey," said Janet, "What about that hot tub Linda?"

"Oh yeah. It should be plenty warm by now. Let me go check." She rose to do just that.

Janet looked at him and spoke, "You know that the hot-tubbing here is in the nude, right?"

He recalled Linda's preference and that regard and how silly he felt when he'd shown up in trunks. He looked at Janet and shrugged. In truth, he would like to see Janet naked -- Sam too, for that matter. True, he would probably like to see just about any woman naked now but these two were really quite pretty. Pretty and sexy.

"I'm bisexual," she informed him matter-of-factly. "And very anal too."

This struck him as unusual information to share casually with a near-stranger but any other possible import passed right over his head. For the moment, his thoughts were filled with Linda and her aggressive, delightful sexuality. His penis began to stir.

"Down boy!" he thought to himself.

"What?" asked Linda, returning from her reconnaissance. 

"Oh, nothing," he assured her, looking discretely down to see if his crotch was betraying him.

"I was just explaining that I'm bi-sexual," Janet said. She looked back to him and continued, "but Sam's not. She's strictly a woman's woman. Aren't you Sammie."

Sam looked up and gave a small smile without any indication of self consciousness about being the subject of sexual speculation. "We understand one another Jan."

Linda stepped out of the room and returned a few moments later with four fresh, fluffy white robes. "Here," she said, tossing them onto the couch. "Put these on so you don't freeze on the way to the hot tub."

Janet and Sam headed to the bathroom to change. Linda chuckled as he headed for the laundry room to get out of his clothes. "It's not as though I haven't seen you naked, now is it?" She began to undo her blouse.

He considered her point and proceeded to strip in front of the fireplace, stepping into his robe when he was done. For her part, Linda had done the same and the sight of her taught, lithe form naked before the fire was undeniably arousing to him. She walked over and gave his dick a playful pat. "Oh, goody! There's more where that came from." She leaned to whisper in his ear, "You're quite the stud. I hope you're up for more fucking later." She kissed him below his ear and went to grab her robe.

They were each wrapped in white when Janet and Sam reappeared similarly attired.

Linda lead them to the hot tub.

The hot tub was located a short way up the slope behind the cabin, in its own enclosure. Even in summer, the night air at this elevation was quite cool and the enclosure kept the warmth in. This made for more pleasant soaking. The only light came from a small electric light in the ceiling above the doorway. It afforded sufficient visibility and a modicum of privacy too. The effect was rather appealing.

Once inside, Janet immediately slid her robe from her shoulders and stretched her arms above her head. This move showed of her fine form to best advantage. Her breasts were full but stood firm without support. Her nipples and areolae were smaller than Linda's and much paler, only a shade or two darker than the pale skin surrounding them. They were, however, nicely erect. 

She turned as she stretched giving them all a good look at her firm, alluring bottom and her sparse, pale pubic hair. When she had her back squarely to him, she bent over and touched her toes. This move favored him with the sight of her pale pink asshole and the few golden hairs adorning it. She clenched her pelvic muscles so that her anus appeared to wink at him.

As quickly as this show had started, she wrapped it up and slowly eased herself into the steaming water. Her actions had had the intended effect, however, and he was now hesitant to disrobe and display his incipient erection to the three women.

Not to be upstaged, Linda put on an even more outrageous performance than Janet had. She completed hers with half-a-dozen jumping jacks before sliding into the tub across from Janet. Sam looked at him and her expression seemed to be saying, 'don't mind Janet. That's just how she is.' She slipped out of her robe without theatrics and stepped into the tub.

Sam was a little shorter than Janet and a tad broader in the beam, but deliciously so. Her slightly curvier figure was fully feminine and she moved with grace. 

"It's too bad she's a lesbian," he thought to himself. "At least for the guys of this world. The lesbians must feel pretty lucky though."

He hesitated a few moments longer before noticing that the women were paying him no attention. They were engaged in conversation and didn't even give him a glance as his robe came off. He was just as glad since he was sporting a fairly clear semi by that time. What the hell, all three of them had seen it in use! That realization sent a small thrill through him and he grinned, just a little at the thought.

"You coming in?" Linda asked him. "The water's fine."

"Is it ever!" agreed Janet. Sam, as usual, was silent. He settled himself into the steaming tub, sitting next to Linda.

Even with Linda by his side, he couldn't help but appreciate Sam's appearance. In contrast to Linda and Janet, Sam was darker. Her eyes were a deep, clear brown and her hair was a rich brunette that fell around her shoulders like a wavy mane. Her breasts were certainly the largest of the three women here and again, by contrast to the blondes', hers were somewhat pendulous. Her nipples were dark, almost brown and her areolae covered almost half of her breasts. This was not the sort of breasts he favored, as a rule, but on that pretty, pretty woman, they looked just right. And pretty she was. Her face was almost angelic and perfectly proportioned. Her mouth was set in a classic cupid's bow and sported no lipstick to obscure her pretty dark pink lips. The barest fuzz of downy dark hair adorned her upper lip. In another age, it would have been considered a sign of beauty, though such was not the current fashion.

He assumed that Sam, like Janet, organized her life to fit her own expectations, not those of others.

In a surprisingly short time, he found himself comfortable sitting in the tub naked with three equally-unadorned women. After the passing sensuality of Janet's disrobing, things had settled into more normal channels and the only steam came from the surface of the water.

Linda had brought along the wine and glasses. They continued to sip slowly as they spoke about this and that. Linda and Janet clearly had a lot of catching up to do and most of the conversation revolved around people they knew in the local area. After a time, their conversation turned to a former friend.

It seemed this friend had placed herself in the center of a considerable local scandal and Linda seemed uncharacteristically interested in the dirt. It seemed that this friend had been caught bare-ass naked, being porked by the local insurance agent as she leaned spread-eagle over his desk.

"She was always such a prude," Linda commented. "After she found out that I had sex with Rod, she wouldn't speak to me." She turned to explain, "Rod was a boy we knew. He worked maintenance at the summer camp on the lake."

He nodded, a bit annoyed that she could so casually remind him of her other lovers.

Janet chimed in. "When she found out that I liked girls, she dropped me like a hot potato!"

Linda shuddered at an image that occurred to her, "And Mr. Johanssen must weigh close to 300 pounds! Yecchh!"

The two women laughed at that as though it were the most original wit of the decade. Sam continued to sit in silence but her steady gaze was locked on Janet and looked loving. His eyes traveled downward and he noticed that Sam's nipples were stiffening. Then he noticed that Janet's right hand was occupied between Sam's thighs. Sam's expression gave no hint of the casula stimulation she was enjoying.

Unknowingly inspired by Janet's actions, he gently moved his own hand to Linda's thigh, slowly trailing up and down its length until, at last, he neared her pussy. Linda parted her legs slightly to afford greater access, clearly pleased with this turn of events.

When Janet had finished dishing on their former friend, Linda turned and kissed him on the lips, a long, lingering kiss. She traced her tongue across his lips, massaging them until he parted them and returned her attention. For a brief time, in their increasing arousal, they were oblivious to their tub-mates.

Janet reasserted her presence by splashing them vigorously. "You two remember us?"

"Well," responded Linda, unabashed, "what's kissing when you already saw us fucking?"

"Point taken." Janet paused. "You were looking pretty hot back there. Weren't they sexy, Sam?"

"If you like dick!" Sam said, a touch defensively.

"You know I do, Sam." Janet said softly.

"Yeah." Sam cast her eyes downward. "It's something I just can't give you."

"Oh sweetie!" Janet flung her arms around the dark woman's shoulders, hugging her tightly to her breast. "You know you do things for me that nobody else ever could." She kissed Sam full on the mouth with at least as much enthusiasm as Linda had shown for kissing him. "I love you, baby."

"Mmm mmm," was all Sam could say.

Watching the two women in their sweet, loving kiss was a new experience for him and he found it exciting. 

The conversation returned to matters more mundane and the sexually charged opportunity passed un-acted upon. After a few minutes, though, he once more worked his fingers to Linda's pussy and was relieved when she responded buy reaching foor his swelling member, idly stroking it up and down in the hot water.

Janet announced that she was getting too hot in the water and pulled herself out to sit on the edge of the tub, feet still dangling in the warmth of the water.

He found her frank stance disconcerting. With her legs out to either side, her pose offered an unobstructed view of her sex, the downy hairs darkened by dampness and the water making it all glisten as though from arousal.

The water was getting to be too much but there was no way he was crawling out now, not with a full erection in Linda's hands. From her perch, Janet could see Linda's hands though the swirling water obscured the details. She knew what her friend was doing and it made her yearn for a fuck from a guy. Although she owned some plausible plastic playthings, sometime the only thing that would do was flesh and blood. A trace of her own juices mingled with the water dripping from her crotch.

Linda had ceased conversation and was working hard on his cock. She was hoping she could make him come while there were others present. He needed to broaden his horizons and a little exhibitionism might do him some good. He was still mesmerized by Janet's twat. As he stared her lower lips seemed to swell and change from pale to a richer, hotter pink, like a blooming rose.

Linda nuzzled the nape of his neck. She reached her free hand underneath him, searching for his balls to play with. Her attempt was interrupted by Janet's imperious clapping.

"Okay, Linda. You're the hostess here. That means you gotta share."

"THIS?" Linda asked, making her motions more obvious. "You want me to share this fat prick with you all?"

"Just with Janet," Sam was quick to interject, "not with me. I don't do dicks. Just pussy."

Linda turned back to him. "Hop out. We're gonna need better access and I don't have gills."

He hesitated, being far enough from an orgasm that his reticence overrode his urges. 

"Oh come on!" Janet exclaimed. "We all saw you two fucking earlier. If you're shy, why not draw the drapes? What've you got to hide now?"

He gave in. The situation was moving fast out from under him, into unexplored territory. He wasn't sure he wanted further in but he wasn't sure that he didn't either. He hopped up to the tub's edge, sitting on the cedar decking that surrounded the swirling water, his erection proud before him.

Janet splashed into the water and crossed over to where he sat. She leaned in close and gave his dick a critical appraisal. She apparently approved of what she saw for she looked at Linda and asked, "May I?"

"Let me warm it up for you." Linda lowered her face to his lap and, opening her mouth wise, engulfed the dark red cock head, swirling her tongue around the sensitive site.

Janet nodded encouragingly. She was enjoying watching her friend give head and found the way her lips slid up and down his thick shaft to be really exciting.

He hadn't expected anything like this and he didn't like the way Janet talked about him as if he were an inanimate object. Then again, maybe to her, that's what he was. Either way, he did like the feelings they were giving him.

Janet maneuvered herself until her face was level with Linda's. She worked herself a little lower and managed to lap at his balls while Linda sucked that cock. Following one particularly deep stroke, Janet worked her way up the midline of his scrotum and up the swelling along the underside of his dick. When she reached his cockhead, she traced her tongue across Linda's lips.

Linda was so into sucking dick that she nearly forgot that Janet was there. This brought it back to her. She pulled herself off his penis and proceeded to tongue wrestle with the other blonde. After a long, sensual kiss, both women moved back to his prick, licking either side of his shaft at the same time. These women knew their way around a blowjob. While the sensations they were giving him felt incredible, there was no danger he would blow his load anytime soon. They were being careful to draw this out.

He, meanwhile, was absorbing all the attention and the sensations that came with it. When Janet pushed Linda aside and began to swallow him in earnest, he grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her into the rhythm he wanted from her. Far from being put out by such treatment, this slight assertion of control actually turned her on. In her relationships, she was almost always in control but sometimes it was nice to let someone else take the lead.

Abruptly, she let off of fellatio and brought her face to his, keeping one hand wrapped around the base of his dick. "I need this," she informed him. "Now!"

He looked to Linda as if for permission but she was whispering something into Sam's ear. 'What the heck?' he thought to himself, 'If she had any objections, she'd'a raised 'em.' In this surmise, he was correct.

"Lie back, Lover Boy. I'm gonna ride that fat prick of yours."

It had been several months since last she fucked a guy. She didn't do it as often as she might have wished out of deference to Sam's feelings. Sam had known what she was getting when she and Janet hooked up but she was sometimes a bit jealous of Janet's male lovers anyway.

"No. You get on your back."

"Alright, I can go for that." Janet placed her palms flat on the edge of the deck and pulled herself from the tub in one fluid motion. As soon as she was out, she rolled over onto her back and spread her lithe athlete's legs wide, giving an even better view of her excitement than she had earlier. She looked him straight in the eye, her own icy blue eyes seeming to say 'come fuck me.'

Seeing her so proved irresistible to him and he followed her out of the tub. His exit from the tub was less graceful, though no less effective. He lay himself beside her, placing his right hand on her left breast. As with Linda, be resisted the temptation to home right in on her hard pink nipple. Instead, he lightly stroked the pale skin of her prominent breast as if they had all the time in the world.

"Skip the foreplay, Ace, I'm ready to rock-and-roll." Her voice confirmed the urgency of her desire. "Stick it in."

Who was he to ignore a lady's request. He rolled onto her and soon had his swollen rod at the hot, slick entrance of her drooling cunt. He thrust right into that eager tunnel and was balls-deep in an instant. He waited a moment, savoring the sensations of a strange twat gripping him, before he began to slowly withdraw, pulling out until his head was drawing out her engorged inner lips. He slowly moved back into her womanly depths.




Evening at Linda's



"No, no. Faster, please. Faster." She reached up and pulled her head to hers and whispered, "Go ahead and come inside me when you want. I'm ready for it." Then louder, she added, "I love the feel of spunk shooting in my pussy." "Sure." He looked at her and added, "You are beautiful." Linda was the last thing on his mind at that moment. He started to pick up his pace until his ass was bobbing up and down between her milky thighs at a great rate.

Janet began a low, deep groan that signaled her satisfaction with her efforts. "I love the way your fat cock fills my pussy," she managed to choke out. Like Linda, she too liked to encourage her lovers with compliments. She'd never met a guy who didn't love being told how great his dick was; besides, she meant it. She did love the way he stretched her well-lubricated passage. The only thing was, she wasn't getting enough stimulation on her clit. She needed that if she were going to come and she did want to come. She looked over at Sam and smiled.

Sam had gotten out of the tub as well and was lying on the deck, legs open wide so that Linda had full access to her puffy pussy. Another difference between Sam and the other women was that Sam made no effort to trim the abundant black curls that adorned her sex. She never wore swimsuits so she didn't worry about the stray hairs that peeked out from her crotch. She preferred Janet's neatly coifed cunt but Janet liked her wild forest of pubic hair. Samantha let it go to please her lover. Janet said that she loved the way it held Sam's sexy scent.

Right now, it was Linda enjoying that ancient aroma, her nose pressed between Sam's prominent, puffy outer lips. Had Sam not favored loose-fitting slacks, she would have sported a classic camel toe at her crotch. Her inner lips were completely concealed between her full, furry outer ones, at least until she was well-aroused. When she got hot, her dark inner lips protruded just a bit beyond her outer ones.

Linda was busily lapping up and down Sam's now-exposed inner lips, drinking in the tangy, earthy taste of the brunette's sweet cunt. She drove her pink tongue deeply between Sam's swollen lips, searching for her delicious cream. If Linda enjoyed the taste of her own cunt on someone's fingers, lips, or dick, she enjoyed cunt juice fresh from the source even more. 

She could tell, however, that Sam was needing more, so she raised her tongue to the once-wrinkly folds that surrounded Sam's clitoris. She was careful not to land right on it -- she knew Sam was too sensitive to enjoy much direct contact there. Instead, she gently lapped against its little hood, just as Sam desired. Sam's appreciative moans confirmed that she was doing it right.

Janet reached and slapped his ass a couple of times in quick succession. "Hey, hold on. I need to switch positions."

"Oh yeah," he agreed absently as he reluctantly stopped the sinuous motions of his back and hips that drove his dick in and out of Janet's grateful pussy. He rolled off her and she clambered around to get on her hands and knees.

Now there were two sweet asses poking up in the air, inviting his dick to two anxious cunts. Linda was still deeply engaged with Sam's impending orgasm so he had no trouble reengaging Janet's slippery hole. He positioned himself behind her lean ass and let his prick search for its waiting sheath.

Janet reached between her legs and guided it into her burning channel. In moments, he was pounding away, slapping his thighs roughly against her taught ass cheeks. Her pale pink pucker winked at him once more and, recalling her earlier assertion, he decided to diddle her there. He traced his index finger around the wrinkly star, brushing the few brassy hairs that adorned her anus. She sighed appreciatively at this attention.

"Fuck me faster. Faster," she instructed. "Pound my pink pussy with that huge dong of yours." She was a firm believer in encouraging any guy who had his dick inside her, wherever it went.

He knew he was by no means huge but in the heat of the moment, he accepted her flattery in the spirit in which it was offered. He redoubled the speed and force of his reflexive thrusts.

The pounding was making Janet's face slip back and forth against the cedar decking. She lifted her head a bit to ease the roughness but made sure to keep her back and pelvis at the same downward angle. She had big plans for his load of sperm once he gave it to her. Man! She did miss the feeling of having her insides sprayed with spunk! Women were great and toys were ok, but nothing else could replace that feeling. Had to be a hard dick without a condom. This last requirement was a big reason she fucked guys so seldom -- you couldn't be too careful about who you let come inside you. She didn't really know Linda's lover, but she knew Linda was as careful as she was. The guy had to be clean.

He pressed his lubricated finger against Janet's asshole and she let out another groan of pleasure between her gasping breaths. Sweat was pouring from their bodies as she bore down to admit his finger. This also caused her cunt to clench firmly around his cock and the sensations were wonderful for both of them.

Janet loved the way his nuts swung back and forth with each thrust, slapping against her clit in a most appealing way. Once more, she reached between her legs, gently fondling his balls and forcing them in a smooth circular motion against her clit. Her vocalizations became faster and more emphatic as the tension built within her. This was gonna be a good one, she felt sure.

She was not disappointed in her expectations. He began thrusting his finger into her ass in alternation to his dick thrusting into her cunt. Dick in, finger out; dick out, finger in.

The sensations coming from her stretched anus and well-filled pussy sent her over the top.

"Oh my GOD! I'm coming!" she shouted as she bucked and clenched against his dick and digit. "Don't you DARE stop!"

He wasn't about to. This may have been the best fuck of his life. He'd though Linda was talented (and she was, of course) but Janet was even hotter still. He loved fucking this wild woman and for a moment, the thought made him feel a little guilty. He was pretty sure he was in love with Linda and he most certainly was not in love with Janet. This was lust, raw and unabashed. Besides, he wanted to come, though he was still a long way off. Fucking her was incredible but after all the sex he'd had in the past 48 hours, it was going to take more than this to coax come from his cock.

Linda and Sam were now locked in a lyrically beautiful sixty-nine with Linda on top. When they heard Janet boasting about her orgasm, the two women stopped tending each other's needs and looked to their blonde companion. Janet gave another appreciative exclamation when he popped his finger from her tight asshole. Janet collapsed forward, leaving his hard dick open to the air.

The sight of the two of them fucking really excited Linda. She'd long ago given up expecting any guy to be hers exclusively so she managed her expectations by encouraging her lovers to enjoy one another rather than someone who was a stranger to her. His erection glistened with Janet's juices, as did his balls and it all looked very sexy. Coupled with the taste of Sam's secretions in her mouth, she could hardly have been more turned on.

Sam resumed eating Linda, being much rougher with Linda's fat clit than Linda had been with Sam's own, smaller button and that was fine with Linda. She returned to Sam's furry treasure.

Janet worked to catch her breath. It had been an excellent orgasm but she still hadn't felt him burst inside her. She looked over her shoulder and saw that he looked bereft to be outside of her. Well, she'd solve both problems but first she wanted a closer look at the other women's performance. She indicated that he should follow her as she headed around the deck to the other side.

He was happy to comply. He'd never seen women fucking each other up-close and personal and he found the sight undeniably exciting. Linda's shining mouth and face, covered in Sam's juices, was even more so. He wanted so badly to kiss her, to taste the darker girl's flavors from her lips and tongue.

As they approached, Linda began to make those chuffing sounds and they all knew she was getting near. Janet positioned herself on her knees behind Linda's upturned ass and grabbed one cheek in each hand, spreading them gently. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure he got the idea and was pleased when he sidled over and began to rub his cock against her still-swollen opening.

Janet leaned closed until her face was between Linda's beautiful buns and began to lick eagerly at the asshole in front of her. Janet loved licking fresh, clean assholes. She didn't know why, but from her first stirrings of sexuality, she'd found bottoms, men's or women's, especially exciting. She reveled in the feel of Linda's starry ridges under her hot, wet tongue. She was distracted from her task only momentarily when she felt his fat dickhead slip into her waiting pussy. 'Ahhh,' she thought, 'THAT's the ticket!'

For her part, Linda relished Janet's rim job. Coupled with Sam's ardent sucking of her clit, she was soon over the top and the most vocal yet.

He had leaned around Janet while fucking away at her so that he could see what she was up to. The sight of Janet's pink tongue playing with Linda's anus got him pretty close to his own orgasm. It was Linda's ecstatic screams that pushed him the rest of the way, though. With a massive groan he let go and felt his seed shoot down his cock and into Janet's tight tunnel.

After so many orgasms in such short order, this was not the milky fountain of his earlier ejaculations yet it was more than enough for Janet. She was so poised for another that the feel of his hot semen spying into her cunt triggered another orgasm. She was less vocal this time, with her mouth latched on Linda's asshole, but she was no less physical. Her cunt clamped down on his dick, keeping it from deflating for the nonce. She continued to attend to her friend's bottom, moving from lapping at her asshole to nibbling her now-sensitive buns.

Linda sighed contentedly and slowly settled onto Sam, pressing belly to belly and breasts to thighs. Janet followed her descending bottom and continued to wash it softly with her tongue, once more releasing the cock that her pussy was grasping with an audible plop. She liked the slurping sounds of a sloppy-wet pussy and hers was as wet as ever.

Linda continued to suck on Sam's lips and clit, eliciting moans from the brunette that alternated between satisfaction and frustration. Janet moved down the crack of Linda's ass, past her pouting pussy, until her mouth met Sam's. The two began to kiss as freely as they could, constrained by Linda's quaking thighs.

He settled back on his haunches, having had enough action for now. The girls, on the other hand, were a sight worth seeing.

Janet left off kissing her lover and moved beside Linda. "My turn," she whispered to her friend. Linda was reluctant to relinquish the delicious cunt she had been feasting on but deferred to Sam's full-time lover. Janet settled into a sixty-nine that was every bit as alluring as Linda and Sam had been. The familiarity and deep affection that Janet and Sam had showed itself clearly now. Their motions were fluid and complimentary, intended only for each other and not for show.

Linda was watching Janet's technique closely. The next time she ate out Sam, she wanted to make the quite woman scream with delight. Janet paused momentarily and whispered something to Linda. Sam was tenderly lapping at Janet's hard-used lips and her swollen clit. Sam knew her lover perfectly and every stroke of her tongue served its intended purpose.

Linda moved down Janet to the athletic woman's bottom and returned her earlier favor, delving between those taught buns to tease Janet's winking anus with her tongue. Linda loved to have her own bottom licked and was not above reciprocating in order to encourage others in that pursuit. She traced her tongue around and around, stimulating each sensitive wrinkle and hair. She began to hum in time with Janet's rapidly increasing breath rate.

Sam ignored Linda's intrusion into their private space; she had long ago learned to share her lover. Instead, she concentrated on the exquisite feeling of Janet's tongue on her clit and her fingers curling deep inside her to massage her sensitive passageway.

Janet's efforts were unrelenting and soon Sam's breathing was even more rapid than her own. Sam's tan thighs began to quiver uncontrollably as Janet's practiced movements earned their desired reward. Linda continued to feast on Janet's lovely bottom as Sam's excitement grew. She motioned to her idle lover and he positioned himself between her own eager thighs so that he too could suckle her sweet clit.

With a skill and timing that come only with long practice and firm affection, the four worked each other's secrets, exulting in the sights, sounds, tastes and textures of their orgiastic endeavours. All were moaning but as she finally neared her long-sought release, Sam's moans were loudest of all.

Linda's juices were slopping down his cheeks and chin, tasting even better in his excitement. He had grown hard once more, though he could not have come again just then if his life depended on it. Linda was full of the sensations coming from her mouth and pussy as her tongue probed Janet's rapidly clenching and unclenching puckered ring.

Janet felt another orgasm building painfully, deliciously deep within her belly but would not give into it before Sam had enjoyed her own explosive release. She buried her face more firmly against her lover's dense dark curls and slippery, soaking flesh. 

When Sam finally came, she did so with violent contractions that wracked her whole body. As Janet and Linda well knew, but he did not, Sam was a squirter. When she came, a flood of clear warm fluid spurted out of her as if she were a guy, soaking Janet's eager face. With each successive wave of orgasm, more fluid squirted from her pussy until the deck around her was wetter with her juices than with water from the tub. Janet tenderly lapped at Sam's convulsing cunt, bringing her slowly back to Earth after her stratospheric excursion, savoring the dark woman's flavors and smells.

After, Janet and Linda were too worn out to continue. Once they had caught their breaths, the four of them returned to the tub to soak away their exertions.

Linda spoke, "That was incredible, wasn't it."

Everyone murmured in assent. They soaked in silence a while longer before climbing out and donning their robes. Linda tended to the tub, turning it and the light off before she latched and locked the door. Only Sam seemed slightly self conscious as they made their way back to the cabin.



Evening at the Racetrack



When I was a young man, I did some racing. Nothing fancy, just some local circle track stuff.

Fact is, my brother Morty and I were peddling cars at the time. Making bucks hand over fist wiring pieces of crap back together and dumping them on the unsuspecting public.

Our racing career started out when we ended up with this old 1963 Ford, it was cream colored, we planned on getting $400 out of our $100 investment. I say "our" but of course it was my $100.

The piece of shit was clean, yet made so much noise running nobody would buy it. One day I came around the corner just as my butthead brother had put a sledgehammer through the rear window.

"What the fuck!" I yelled, as he beat away at MY fucking $100 investment.

"Race car." He grinned and whacked away some more. Just then a guy walked around the corner, asking, "Do you guys still have the old For....? Uh, never mind."

I groaned, when Morty got a wild hair up his ass to do something, it usually meant he wanted some more of my checkbook.

There was something about "needing a roll bar" and other crap like that, I gave up and wandered out to the lot to try and peddle a rusty Nash we had to some little old lady.

Sure enough, a day later the thing had a big #52 in black shoe polish and a "roll bar" which was a piece of goddamned pipe he had bent and hid the flange at the bottom under the carpet so the officials wouldn't know it wasn't attached.

While sitting in line waiting to get into the pits, I noticed a whole string of the dirtiest, greasiest looking guys anyone ever saw coming up and rubbing the shiny paint.

I didn't find out why until later.

I actually drove the thing, the first turn I stepped on the brakes, the right front locked up, and straight it went into the concrete wall. As I was trying to get pointed again, some guy drove into the back end of me, just then another one rammed into my side. The fucking roll bar tipped forward and hit the back of my crash helmet, I had to reach up and grab it.

This was starting to suck.

They towed me back to the pits where we pounded out the fender and bumper, replaced the bent wheel and flat tire. I noticed it pointed off in a funny direction but nothing we could really do about that. Once we had it rolling again, they called for the driver's meeting. Morty looked at me, I looked at him.

"Last one there has to drive!" he yelled, and we took off on foot.

I won.

The driver's meeting consisted of, "NO hitting the driver's door!" and that was about it. I looked around, every single car had the driver's door smashed in, I wasn't liking this one damn bit.

I had been noticing all the cars had their doors chained shut too, we didn't, so I went and got a piece of chain out of the truck. I was wrapping it around the door post when one of the other drivers came up to me.

"Too long." he said.

"Why?"

"Hits the ground, you might need it after the race." and he walked away.

Need it? After the race? I just shrugged.

Well, Morty made it to turn one, got rammed in the butt and shoved out into a big pile of berry bushes, they just left him there. Later a smashed up caddy ended up on his trunk, the rest was a blur of smoke and tearing metal. Our old Ford was a good foot shorter than it started out as.

Back in the pits, I heard some yelling and swearing, there was a big pile of guys going at it in the infield. I waited for security to come and break it up but they just turned out the lights and left.

'Nuff for me, we got out of there. Now I knew what the chains were for.

Still, we had the bug, so for a few years we ran different machines. I actually got pretty good at getting around the track fast, even won a couple of jalopy races.

It was about 15 years later, I had long since given up the racetrack. Gave up on Morty, too, seems he spelled "loan" as "G.I.V.E.". But I knew he had kept on with the racing, even winning a few, I read about it in the papers. 

I was sitting in my chair watching TV and having a snort when the phone rang.

It was Morty.

"Need you at the track." No hello, how ya doing, nothing.

Typical Morty.

Checking my wallet to make sure it was still there, I suspiciously asked, "Why?"

"You are driving the #15 car."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are, and bring your brain bucket."

He hung up.

Just fuck!

Stupidly, I went and dug out my old fire suit and crash helmet.

Yeah, sure. My 220# frame wasn't going into that suit that had fit my 170# body when I was 22. The crash helmet didn't fit either.

I called Morty.

"Can't, my fire suit won't fit."

"Go buy one!" He hung up.

Just fuck!

$600 lighter in the pocketbook, I arrived at the track, new helmet and firesuit in hand. Had to be out of my godammed mind.

But things had changed, the track was now a sanctioned event. The #15 car was a snazzy 1979 Camaro Z-28, big bubble on the hood to cover the huge engine. I looked at the roll cage, tight and fully welded in, good gussets, strong. Not a mark on the body, beautiful.

Hell, it even had my name on it above the driver's door.

Feeling better, I climbed in the window, settled into the seat. The seat was steel backed, full wraparound. Neat rib padding, even the bars around the driver were completely foam wrapped.

Cool!

I started the engine, flipping the series of toggle switches on the dash and pushing the button. It roared to life instantly. I blipped the throttle a few times, feeling the entire machine roll with the power of the engine.

Morty stuck his head in the window and yelled over the sound of the exhaust.

"She has 750 horsepower, so take it easy the first lap or two!"

750...???

The last race car I drove had maybe 200.

Oh well.

The flagman was waving at me as I struggled to get the 4 point latch on the seat harness clamped down. Finally I was strapped in. Morty appeared at the window again, reached in and jerked on the harness straps until they were so tight I couldn't take a full breath. He clipped the window net up, I let out the clutch and rolled out onto the track.

"Hot laps", they call this part.

I rolled into the first turn, feeling the steering wheel turn by itself to match the corner, the chassis settled and seemed to drop as I did. I actually had to hold the wheel to the right to make the car go straight in the straightstretch. I shifted into top gear as the machine came up and out of the turn, pressed my foot down to the floor and leaned on the wheel to the right.

All hell broke loose!

The back end shifted sideways, I turned the wheel more to correct, next thing I knew I was sitting facing the wrong way as cars poured by me on the high side of the track.

I somehow had managed to kill the engine, too.

I restarted it, turned around. More gently this time, I rolled into the 3rd turn, again the machine seemed to want to just go around the corner. Full throttle again, the back end set sideways, I caught it this time, but cars were streaming by on both sides.

Three laps of that and I wanted out of there, I took the pit lane exit.

"What the fuck is wrong with this piece of shit!" I yelled at Morty as he walked over to the car.

"You are going too fucking slow!" he yelled at me.

"Slow? I am going as fast as I can!" I yelled back.

"You spin the tires when you go too slow." he walked away in disgust.

Pissed off now, I headed back out there. If I wrecked the fucking thing, I wrecked it, his car anyway.

I eased on the gas to build up speed this time, rolled into the first turn, backed off to half throttle and teased the brakes. It just turned and I was back on the gas. At full throttle I felt like my eyelids were going to slide back off my face as I set up the 3rd turn.

I was going like the hubs of hell!

Just then another car appeared alongside on my right, the driver turned into me. I felt a series of bumps and he shot away from me and vanished into the distance.

Maybe I wasn't going like the hubs of hell?

After the jokes and bullshit about "slow" and "Old man" I rubbed the 3 black circles off the paint, went to the driver's meeting.

I had to listen to the fat technical director introduce me and explain to everyone to be careful and not scare me or run over me because I was a "rookie."

Yeah, sure. Six wins and at least 40 top 5's on this same goddam track and I was a rookie?

Well, yea, guess I was.

I qualified 28th out of 30 cars, there was some tiny girl driving an old Chevelle, I whipped her ass by God. The other driver crashed timing in so he was last.

I did get to drive in a six lap heat race, starting in the rear helped some. By the last couple of laps I was actually gaining back some of the ground I lost in the first four.

In the 30 lap main, I was next to last on the outside, the lady driver was right beside me. I wasn't too worried about the driver who had crashed timing in, he was right behind me.

Morty was way up towards the front, inside on the second row. The whole thing was a mess, I fought for the first 20 laps trying to get ahead of the lady in the old Chevelle. Of course she had pulled ahead off the first turn, much to my chagrin. It didn't help at all the the guy who started behind me kept banging into my back bumper.

I noticed quickly that the faster I went into the turns the easier they seemed to be to negotiate. The Chevelle finally got into turn 3 a little hot and slid high, I got under her and by. I caught the 26th place car, got under him and ahead, then the 25th. A crash took out 4 cars, I restarted 21nd and was 19th when the checkered flag dropped. One place in front of Morty, who had been going for the lead when he got into (caused) the crash.

After the races it's beer time, everyone headed in to buy the plastic $5 cup of beer. I spotted the lady who had been driving the Chevelle, she looked different without the grubby shapeless firesuit on.

I had realized she was little, it hit me just how little. There wasn't 90 pounds there if I dipped her in Molasses. She was talking to this big guy who was one of the front runners. He looked like he was cousin to a Neanderthal or something. Huge jaw, big rugged face, constant scowl.

He caught my eye, came over, introduced himself as Carl. 

"New guy, huh?"

"Yea, guess so." As I shook his hand. He bore down on me, trying to show me his strength, I bore down right back. He released, looked down at his hand, gave me a mean look.

"Well, stay out of my fucking way!"

I just grinned.

The next week was better, I timed in 7th. Sure enough, 8 was the invert for the field. This put me outside on the front row. Morty had timed in fast time, he was way behind me. The big guy, Carl, was right alongside me on the pole.

He came over to me, the pretty little lady driving the Chevelle right with him. I had come to realize they were an item. They made quite a picture, actually. A vision of the two of them together popped in my head, she was tiny, he was huge.

I must have had a smirk on my face.

"What's so fucking funny, asshole?"

"Nothing."

"Stay out of my way!" he stomped off. She smiled at me.

"Don't mind him, he's a prick." she said, with a laugh.

"I'm Dan."

"Trixie." She looked me up and down, then walked away.

Dang. I knew that look.

I got a bit more practice in during the six lap heat race, actually moving up from my 7th starting position to 4th. I had let Carl by right at the start, and then followed him to see what he did.

He used his bumper a lot, I just followed him through the holes he made. A plan was forming in my mind. I was sure he thought I was nicely intimidated, I wasn't.

As we waited in the lineup for our main event, he walked over to me.

"I will be ahead of you when we get to turn one, you stay out of my way!"

"Or I will stuff you into the fucking fence!" he growled over his shoulder as he turned away.

I meekly nodded, he glared at me for a second and stomped off.

Finally we were lined up, the pace car rolled off the track. One lap and then the green. I tipped onto the gas coming up off of turn 2, I heard his engine pick up and instantly lifted my foot. He rolled ahead, glancing over his shoulder to see where I was. I touched the gas and rolled ahead of him slightly, he picked up and I lifted. As we rounded the last turn towards the flagstand he nailed the gas, I didn't do anything. He was a good 10 carlengths out in front. The flagman waved off the start, I knew he would.

We came around again, I did the same thing, he did the same thing. Waved off again. Three times and the rules were, the two lead cars go to the rear.

I knew what was coming. As we came down the back stretch, I let him get slightly ahead, he kept looking over at me. Just as we rounded the last turn, his head turned and I leaned on the gas. I was passing him as he realized, way too late. We were side by side, the flagman rushed to drop the green as we were even, and then I shot by him into turn one.

I knew he was going to hit me, he did, but I was already on the brakes, all four tires planted. I felt the rear end of my car lift and set sideways, he had to lift off the gas or crash. I stepped down just as he did, my car skated towards the wall. I steered into it letting it roll, caught it and was into the third turn clean.

Then it was just run the laps, as fast as I could go. The whole thing rattled Carl, he ended up getting tapped and turned, Morty managed to squeeze through and was right behind me. We finished one and two, Morty tried me on the high side of turn three on the last lap, but I took him in a couple of feet high and he spun the tires coming off the last turn.

Damned if Trixie wasn't 3rd, somehow she had run through the infield and missed some 20 cars all coming to a stop on the track.

Later in the beer garden, I was expecting some growling, but Carl didn't say a word, just glared at me. I grinned at him. He glared even more when Trixie came over and gave me a hug to congratulate me. Hell, I was even signing a couple of programs later for the kids.

I was home when I found the note in my pocket.

"Call me..Trixie" was all it said, with a number.

Interesting.

So I did. She picked up instantly.

"So what's up?" I asked.

"Oh, I was wanting to talk. You are one hell of a driver."

"Sure, glad to."

"How about I come over?"

I gave her my address, then ran around my house picking up the dirty clothes and getting things as into order as possible. You single guys will understand perfectly. Trixie was cute, and I wasn't completely sure what the deal was, but was hoping.

She was there in 30 minutes.

I answered the knock at my door, and my jaw dropped. Her hair was fixed up, not all stringy like it was at the track. She had on a soft light blue blouse, and a little skirt that left a lot of nicely formed but thin legs showing.

"Are you going to ask me in?" she said, finally.

I realized I had been standing there looking at her stupidly, I stepped aside and let her in.

She looked around. 

"Nice."

Turning to me, she said, "How long have you been racing?"

"Oh, 15 years ago I did some."

"I thought so, you are too good to have won just your second race ever."

Then she stepped up close to me, put her tiny hand on my chest. Just teasing, letting her fingers move around. I was almost instantly erect, well, I was half hard just from the idea of her coming over anyway.

"Soooo...?" It was a question.

I reached out, placed my hands on her hips. It actually felt a bit odd, I had to reach way down, the top of her head barely reached my chin.

I had to ask.

"What about Carl?"

"Fuck Carl, he is an asshole. It's about time someone beat that son of a bitch."

Her fingers were working my chest more now, she had both hands up between us, touching me. It was an oddly erotic motion. I just let my hands rest on her hips.

Then she turned and went and sat on my couch.

"Carl has been helping me race. I want to race."

"I see." I joined her on the couch.

"I watched what what you did from back where I was. That was cool."

I just nodded, I was sitting by her, my fingers teasing her long highlighted hair.

"I knew you were going to do something, so I was ready, I hung back a little."

I nodded again, thinking of if I should make a move on her yet.

"I have never been up to 3rd before."

I was starting to get confused about where she was coming from.

"I want to win, you can help me win."

"Uh...Yea."

"I can see you like me."

She reached out and placed her hand on the obvious bulge in my crotch.

"Uh..yea.." I was flustered now.

"We can both win."

Her fingers grasped the catch in my zipper, slid it down. I saw no reason to resist.

She leaned forward, caught the waistband of my briefs, slid then up and off me, exposing my solid 8 inches.

"Oh good! Big, too!"

Her tiny head went forwards, her mouth opened and engulfed me. Impossibly, she managed to cover a full half my length with her lips.

I was aware she was probably only doing this because she wanted something from me. But at the moment, I didn't care, everything about her interested me, I liked the way she looked.

I let my fingers stroke her back and she leaned over me, taking as much of me as she could into her mouth. I was on the verge of exploding, I wanted her naked, I wanted to fuck her. I pulled her head up and off me, she looked at me with a questioning look.

I pulled her closer to me, kissed her on the lips, she responded with her tiny tongue darting into my mouth, feeling and stroking me that way. I could taste a trace of the flavor of myself on her lips, I didn't mind a bit.

I let my hand slide up her waist, higher, until I could feel the swelling of her right breast. I sensed a hestitation, so I stopped, just letting my hand rest there. There was no undergarment, I knew she was naked under the blouse. But the stiffening of her body as I began to touch her breast gave me pause.

I let my hand slide down her side, she relaxed at that. I reached lower, let my hand drift up her leg from the knee, she offered no resistance. In fact, her breath quickened, she nuzzled into my chest. I let my hand slip higher, finally touching the slight swelling of her hip. She wore nothing at all underneath.

Following the path of least resistance, I lifted the hem of her skirt, baring her to my gaze. For such a tiny lady the large mass of black pubic hair was a surprise. Even more of a surprise was the protruding lips of her vagina, they were overly large, almost flat on the surface of each lip.

I let my finger stroke her gently, she sighed and allowed her legs to part to give me better access.

Then another surprise, her upper body shuddered and she orgasmed, just like that. As the shivering subsided, she lay back, her skirt hiked to her waist. Her lower body was open to my view, she smiled and parted her legs, closing her eyes as she did.

Well, time to return the favor so I did, leaning in to let my tongue lightly brush and tease her. She went into orgasm again in seconds, making a soft little series of grunts as she did so.

I stood and dropped my trousers, her eyes opened and she looked at me. I lay across her on the couch, placing myself at her damp entrance. I felt her take a deep breath, then I gave a gentle push.

Just the head of my penis slipped inside, then it was like hitting a wall. She took another deep breath, her eyes closed and and I gained a couple of inches.

Realization hit me. She kept her eyes closed. I had seen the reaction before with another lady. There was a pillowcase laying over the back of the couch, I reached up and got it, laying it over her eyes.

That did it! She suddenly flooded with moisture and her hips began a frantic thrusting at me. I was only about halfway inserted, then I felt her body open and I slid in to the hilt. Her body was as tight as any I had ever felt, It was a struggle to keep from coming instantly but I managed.




Evening at the Racetrack



I almost needed to do nothing, she slapped her hips at me rapidly, finally I could do nothing but let go. There really was no more room inside her, I could feel the wetness of my own emission being forced out around me.

I reached down and lifted her blouse, her bare breasts were only a slight shade lighter than the rest of her body, just a hint of a tan. Her nipples were spectactular! The tips seemed to flow into the darker color, and the light chocolate color was puffy and huge, almost the same size as her breasts. A full two inches across, and like a breast on a breast, they swelled out in two curves.

I tried to bend far enough to reach them with my mouth, I could not. Finally I had to withdraw to be able to lick and caress her breasts properly. There was no resistance now, she seemed to enjoy the sensations. I reached up and removed the drape from her eyes. She lay and watched as I nuzzled at her, trying without success to get her entire nipple in my mouth. 

It was a good half hour before I finally tired, she just lay there with a smile on her face as I played.

Later we sat in the kitchen sipping coffee, both of us naked.

"That was fun." I said.

"Yea, you are good."

Then.

"Do we have a deal?"

"Deal?"

"Yes, you teach me to win." 

She smiled.

"Then I will fuck you silly whenever you want!"

"How about I teach you to win, and I fuck YOU silly in the meantime?"

She smiled, took another sip of her coffee.

Standing up, still completely nude, she grinned at me.

"Let's start now."

MGM



Evening Call



The door clicks shut, and I hear the door being unmistakably locked behind you.

Late Sunday evening, it's very late for a routine call. I lie here in this hospital bed, between sleep and vague drowsiness, hot, frustrated and uncomfortable. Waiting. Always waiting. Waiting to be fed bland hospital food, waiting to be taken to the toilet for a pee, as I am after all learning to walk again, waiting for a hello or a kind word. There again I am lucky to be alive, and boredom and frustration are the least of my worries.

As if reading my thoughts, I hear you walk over to the window and open it much wider to let in some of the fresh autumn evening air. I can tell it is you by your footstep. I'm glad it is you, I can tell that you are good at your job, very professional, hard-working and cool under pressure. There is a definite understanding between us. It took a little while to get established, but it is definitely there now. Call it what you will, a shared complicit awareness, particular consideration in your voice, the way you make a little extra time for me in your busy routine, the slightly lingering glances we sometimes share.

My single room is lit only by a pale blue lamp above the door. Quietly you come and sit down in the chair by my bed. I've had not visitors this weekend, maybe you are feeling sorry for me. Silence. It is as though you are measuring a decision, measuring the calculated risk you are about to take. Although my eyes remain closed, I am very aware of you now. Andrenalin starts to course through me, almost making me shiver involuntarily. What can be going on? Since the illness set in I haven't ejaculated, it must have been weeks of slow physical recovery, and I'm already semi erect. My member is hard and damp against my restraining white boxers. My excitement only increases further as the full reality of the situation dawns on me -- you have carefully chosen your moment in order to minimize the risk of detection.

As though to confirm my realization, I feel the sheet over my groin being lightly pulled back. Soon, I feel cool fingertips tracing the length of my now fully stiff member through the cotton fabric of my boxers. Gently you graze your fingernails, up and down. My heart is pounding. What do I do? How do I react? Above all, I am terrified that you will lose heart and walk away, leaving me unsatisfied. And I want to come so badly....Instead, I feel you gently draw back the restraining fabric of the boxers, the cooler air of the room feels delicious against my hot, hard cock. You continue your work, tracing your fingers up and down, outlining the contours of my hard, full testicles. You gently tease and examine, luxuriating in the soft flesh of my shaft and foreskin, bending down close to breath in the heavy, sweaty musk of my testicles. You take my shaft between thumb and forefinger and begin to wank me with slow, deliberate, sensuous movements. 

You take your time, exploring and luxuriating, discovering this new, curious member of pleasure. I feel you pull back my damp foreskin and carefully examine the hard, dark purple angry glans. You trace your finger right across the paired tip, the tiny opening at the tip of the glans is already swollen and distended. It's no good, I can't hold back anymore, I have to give a sign. My right hand traces down the bed and meets your soft, slender left hand. You know, you understand, and meet my sweaty, anxious palm with a reassuring pressure. It's alright, we are together. You are completely comfortable in what you are doing, and that means so much to me.

You continue to wank me, experimenting with the rhythm and pressure. After a short while, I feel your lips start to trace up and down my shaft, ever so lightly, feeling and measuring my need. You need more. Starting with my testicles, and then moving upwards, you start to apply a series of light, delicate licks and kisses. God that is awesome. I want a more continuous, urgent pressure ... and you won't give it to me. Instead, without picking him up, you place your tender damp lips either side of my now throbbing shaft and work your way upwards. You work your way downwards, and then up again. This is so slow, so tender and intimate, I've not known anything remotely like this before. Nothing breaks the still silence of the room but my now laboured breathing. I'm desperate to come, and you know it. All I can do is to flex my hand in yours, where you feel and reciprocate your desire to share this loving gift, this intimate moment.

You take my shaft in your right hand in an upright position and gently rub me up and down between thumb and forefinger. Your fingers are skilled and practised, but it is as though you are rediscovering dormant skills. You take your time as you know how much I need to climax, and you want to prolong our mutual pleasure further. You need not have worried, your touch is exquisite. After a moment's sublime pause, I feel your long, wet, hot tongue being applied to my angry glans. A few seconds pause, then again. GOD that is incredible...there is a considerable erotic tension between us now.

For the first time I hear your soft voice say 'Look at me'.

I pause for a moment. I cautiously open my eyes, and am greeted by the sight of you, in your duty uniform, holding me with a calm, wanton stare. After a moment you resume the torture, long, wet, lascivious licks from side to side across my glans, up and down, each one lasting several seconds. One long caress almost brings me over the edge. A little precum spurts out, you gather it up with your tongue before mixing it with a pool of your warm saliva in your mouth, letting it trickle out again onto my glans. It runs down my desperately tense member. You are holding me in an incredible place, a place of unbelievable pleasure, light headed and not completely in control of my own senses. My right hand is clamped to your reassuring palm.

You continue all the while to gaze at me through this lascivious torture, measuring all the while just how much I can take, showing off just how skilled you are, how much you've waited for this, how much you want to please me, how much you want me to come in your mouth. You have a further need.

At last, you take the tip of my member into your mouth, slowly and carefully. Very slowly you move your lips down my shaft, being careful not to suck too hard. God, your warm, wet mouth feels incredible. Once you are comfortable you resume eye contact with me. Very slowly, down to the base of my shaft. You hold me there, then very slowly back up again. And then you start again, building up a slow, regular unhurried rhythm. All the while, you apply a gentle kneading pressure with your right hand around the base of my shaft. This is unbelievable, I have never known anything like it. The slow rhythm is wonderful, you are descending on me no more than 3 or 4 times a minute, in complete control. Finally, you add the final part of your repertoire, more slow, deliberate licks around my glans, all the while holding me in your mouth. And so it goes on ....

You descend your wickedly encircling lips right down to the base of my shaft, completing deepthroating me. Some final, wanton licks bring me over the edge, I can take no more. My whole body shakes, engulfed in a massive, rising orgasm, as my sweat soaked torso attempts to rise from the bed. You know exactly what you are doing, all the while you maintain eye contact with me, and the same rhythmic, firm pressure and the gentle, encircling manipulations of your right hand. My glazed, half-closed eyes are riveted on you. I feel the huge load rise through me as I erupt in a generous, powerful ejaculation. Pulse after pulse of thick, hot semen hits the back of your throat. Still the glorious, joyful pulsing continues. Still you continue your expert manipulations. 

My sweat soaked neck collapses back on the damp pillow, my eyes tightly closed, my face gripped by sheer joyful release. You let me recover and catch my breath. At last I open my eyes. You are there, gazing at me as you lick the last drops of semen from your lips, withdrawing your little finger from your mouth in a sucking movement. I make as though to speak, but you draw a single finger across your lips. We continue to gaze at each other for a little while. Your expression is one of tenderness, compassion, and the corner of your mouth is turned in a dry half smile. There is absolutely no regret in your expression, just a serene detached contentment, and awareness and appreciation of my gratitude. It is a moment of true intimacy, two human beings have truly connected with one another in the most profound way.

At last you rearrange my bedclothes around my groin. You rise, and pass me the glass of water from the table. You lean over me, rearranging my pillow. I will sleep well for the first time in weeks. You give me the lightest kiss on the forehead before turning to go to the door. There, you turn to give me a last, cheeky smile, before exiting and closing the door soundlessly behind you.



Evening Call Ch. 02



For the next two weeks, we hardly see each other. You call in to my room occasionally, when it is your duty to do so, examine me calmly, make a few notes on my record, and leave. I have nothing but the slightest half-smile around the corners of your mouth to give me encouragement. Still, I have my slow, steady road to recovery well underway, and tomorrow is the day of my discharge. I have the strength and energy to get up and move around a little, and to take short walks around the hospital grounds. I pass my days reading, planning as to how I am going to rebuild my health and my previously active life, and of course thinking of you. You are never far away from my thoughts. I can't help but feel disappointed that you haven't been to see me again. We shared such a moment of beautiful intimacy. Maybe you have simply been too busy, or had to be careful. Maybe you make a habit of such visits with other patients.

My final evening then, and tomorrow back to my cold, empty, ground floor flat. I want to be out of here, I'm frustrated, tired and lonely. I want to be out of here. I am woken from my sleep, gently, persistently, by a soft finger caressing my cheek. I arouse from my slumbers with a start as hope and expectation suddenly take hope of me with rising force. Yes indeed, it is you! I am suddenly wide awake, unable to suppress a broad smile of relief.

I pause for a moment as I am greeted by that cool, gentle smile that has filled so many of my waking thoughts. You pause for a moment, and then pass me a glass of water. I take it and drink thirstily. You are sitting beside me, leaning slightly forward, legs crossed, as I guess you have been for a little while, just gazing at me.

'How have you been?' you ask quietly.

How do you answer a question like that? I feel the urgent need to act, to seize the moment.

'Missing you. A lot,' I reply. Before I can lose confidence I reach out to take your hand in my own. You do not withdraw it, instead you knead my hot, anxious fingers between your own, still gazing at me, apparently unsure of what to say.

After a short moment, you make a decisive gesture of your own. You lean back in the plastic hospital chair, kicking back the chair slightly so that I have a better view of you from my position in bed. You are sufficiently close so that I can see every detail of your dress, despite the dim glow of the lighting, but a little beyond touching distance. With the slightest shudder of anxiety you move your hands to your breasts, pushing them upwards in gentle caressing manipulations. For the first time I am able to perceive your name badge: Holly Lynch. How much could that name come to mean for me. Our eyes are once again riveted on each other. You understand full well how great are my need and longing for you. Slowly, methodically, you unfasten the buttons down the front of your pale blue blouse. There is complete silence in the stillness of our room but for the slightest rustle of fingers on cotton. Having undone your blouse to the waist, you pull it open with a bold, decisive gesture. I am treated to my first view of your wonderful breasts, proud and prominent under your white bra. God they are lovely, slightly below average in size, but of a pleasing firmness and rounded form. I take in with my whole being the wonderful white flesh of your breasts, stomach and belly. A little lock of long dark hair plays down across your ear and pale neck. You play with it for a moment, measuring me, distractedly teasing, before sweeping it back into place behind your ear.

Continuing to lean back, you spread your legs on either side of the chair, a gesture forcing your skirt to rise up to mid thigh. Your legs are lovely, firm, well rounded, and toned after several years of the intense physical labour of hospital work. The black stockings you are wearing are functional but for me only accentuate the beauty of your firm rounded thighs. With a gentle movement of your right hand, your reach up and begin to caress yourself through your functional cotton bra. I can perceive your nipples becoming hardened and aroused under the restraining cotton. Carefully, you ease each breast out of the bra. I am already quite hard now, and my throat is dry once again in the artificial heat of the room. I can sense how pleasing to you are the feel of your cool fingers against your hot breasts, as you carefully measure the weight and arousal of each one in your cupped palm. For a moment, you are lost in your own sensual desires. Remembering me, you give me a slightly coy gaze, filled with teasing curiosity, as you play the thin, supple fingers of each hand across the surface of each hardening nipple. I understand that you are implicitly inviting me to join you in your arousal, there is the slightest approval on your lips as my fingers reach down to my anxious member and I begin to caress myself through my boxers.

Your nipples are lovely, quite large and visibly darkening into a dark pink with your arousal as you allow your fingers to gently pull at and tease them. The centre of each is a hardened, prominent point of desire. There is a serene calmness about you, a new aura of power and control as you raise your skirt a little further. I now have a full, uninterrupted view of your thighs, and, at their centre, your beautiful white pantied gusset, clearly outlined against the dark curvature formed by your stockings. I increase a little the intensity of my rubbing, God I'm really starting to need you. The strength and intensity of my arousal are just for you. You lift up both hands and place them on the back of your head, shamelessly offering me the beauty of your exposed breasts and thighs. Your eyes carry the relentless intensity of complete sexual control. I lick my lips slightly with desire, starting to feel a little light-headed with lust. Our eyes hold each other, a complex tango of sexual need, desire and control. 

You stretch out your left leg a little and place your foot on the bedside table. Your uniform skirt is now fully raised around your waist, and I have a full and clear view of just how beautifully your white cotton panties are moulded against the supremely beautiful smoothness of your cunny. God, you are lovely, and you really don't know just how much you are turning me on. You sit almost motionless for a short moment, your dark brown eyes gazing right into me, searching, challenging, seeking an ever deeper connection, your hands still raised above your head in that wonderful challenging yet submissive gesture. At last you speak, 'Are you beginning to understand now Tom? How much I want you, how much you've been turning me on, the effort I've had to make to keep a grip on myself? I don't know what it is about you...something so passionate, so controlled, and yet so vulnerable...you need to understand, I wouldn't do this for just anybody. I do this because I want to, and because you turn me on.'

I gaze at you silently for a moment. I really don't know what to say.

You continue, 'So, this will be your special leaving treat. I'm going to show you just how turned on a girl can get when she really wants you, I'm going to show you just how girls come...'

As you speak, your slender fingers stray down to your mound, unable to hold yourself back any longer. You apply the lightest caresses to your upper thighs, and then back and forth across your mound. Your caresses become a little more urgent, as you press three firm fingers against your cleft. This sense of urgency continues as you suddenly reach behind you and skilfully and carefully slide down your stockings down your thighs, tossing them aside with an effortless gesture.

Your resume your masturbation, leaning back a little further in the same seated position, both to make yourself more comfortable, your leg again resting against the bedside table, and to afford me the best view possible. Greedily, your fingers slide up and down your cleft, which is now clearly outlined against the contour of the white cotton as a result of your rhythmic caresses. Still your eyes are fixed on me as you begin to employ a wider range of well-practised masturbatory movements. As well as caressing your cleft up and down, you start to make harder, more urgent circular movements around your clitty. She must certainly be erect and aroused by now. As you continue to caress yourself, I can perceive the faintest darker damp area of your arousal right in the centre of your gusset. I myself am becoming seriously turned on now, quite light-headed with erotic tension, unable to prevent myself from steadily and rhythmically rubbing my fully erect shaft.

With the fingers of both hands you stretch the cotton of your panties as tightly across your aroused cunny lips on either side of your slit as you can , your dampness over your poor hot clitty is now readily apparent. You continue the teasing, probing, firm movements of your fingertips against your aching clit and outer labia as you softly explain, 'I haven't changed these panties in two days Tom. I've slept in them, I've worked in them, I've wanked in them. They are full of my scent, my musk, all my moisture from my hot hole. Maybe you would like to enjoy them later ...something to remember me by?'

Your facial expression is now more broadly humorous, taunting and challenging, you are much more sure of yourself, what you are doing and your hold over me. Wonderful, sweet dimples appear in your cheeks as you smile broadly. Leaning back, you raise both your long, shapely legs in the air, close together, as you ease off your damp white panties and toss them to the floor. You assume a new position , sitting up rather more, your legs again spread on either side of the chair, as you return to fondling your breasts for a short while with both hands, your eyes closed and head thrown back, increasingly lost in your arousal. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it does.

You place each of your hands under your thighs and employ them to raise up your legs, so that your knees are level with your shoulders. Your legs are held wide open, your sex positioned at the edge of the chair, as you offer yourself to me fully. The sight of your cunny is simply glorious, a thick black triangle of coarse, matted black pubic hair. I can perceive that you only trim yourself slightly, around the edges, presumably for beachwear. The thick, coarse hairs of your pussy are simply magnificent. Below them, the dark red folds of your labia, already damp with your arousal, glisten slightly in the dim light. You continue to gaze at me, but your flushed cheeks and the slight tremor in your voice betray you as you say, 'So then Tom, how do you like my cunt? Is she hot and rich and sweet enough for you? Can you imagine just how hot and sweet and slick she is, and all because of you....tell me Tom, I want to know, have you ever had a cunthole like mine offered to you before. Tell me Tom...oh I'm sorry, maybe you haven't understood just how hungry she is for you yet...'

With that, you place your fingers on either side of your labia and draw them open, now offering your fully exposed cunthole to me. I am greeted by the wondrous sight of the exposed, glistening pink intimacy of your vagina. Despite the dim light, I can see quite clearly the outer dark red labia, glistening with moisture, your aroused, erect, pink throbbing clit...

You purr softly, 'This is my vagina, Tom, and now I'm going to show you just what I can do with her when the mood takes me.'

My heart is pounding, and I m close to orgasm myself as I drink in this riveting spectacle. Suddenly your expression becomes a mask of absolute intensity as you stare very hard into my eyes, willing me to take in every millimetre of your beauty.

Placing your head coyly slightly to one side, you place your practised right hand over your mound and begin to rub lightly, covering its entirety, while you continue to hold your left leg open with your left hand. You rub for a little while with steady, slow, circular motions, teasing the coarse, thick hairs between your fingers. You take your time, you want this to be a slow, deliberate, unhurried orgasm. You start to run straying, probing fingers around your labia, lightly grazing their surface, and gently pulling on them from time to time, using your fingertips to spread your juice and make your lips glisten with your arousal still further.

A dirty, wicked smile plays across your lips as you finally insert your index finger into your vagina. The movements of that probing finger are subtle and clearly well practised as you set about exploring and caressing your vaginal walls. In and out slides your finger, which you then draw up to your mouth, drawing off some of your arousal with the lightest, delicate touch of the tip of your tongue. A second finger accompanies the first as you replace it in your hole, soon both are buried up to the knuckle as they ease their way inside of you. Your masturbation becomes more urgent as you respond to your increasing need, your breath starts to come in shallow pants and your eyes, though still fixed on me, are now half-closed with desire. 

With a gasp of exhilaration and excitement you murmur, 'This is how I like to work my cunt Tom....where I can and when I can. I generally need to wank off two or three times a week, nearly always at home ... in the bath ....or under the shower. But every so often the urge takes hold of me at work ...and I just have to do something about it, like now.... Ooooohhhh.... It's the long, lonely shifts that are worst ... I'm still easing her up for you, making her nice and open and juicy ....oooooh like that.'

Your tone of voice becomes ever lower, more urgent, as you fight with increasingly more desperate gasps for air. Your supple fingers are vigorously working your cunt now, jamming in and out, turning, twisting and rubbing with ever increasing intensity as a third finger enters your sopping sex.

A low sensuous gasp escapes your lips as you sigh, 'Oooooh come on baby ...that's the one....that's the one ...oh god yes ...come on my love, do it for me, wank with me .... wank with me my love ...show me how your lovely cock wants me, show me how much you want to come for me....eeeeuuuuhhh.'

I am right with you in the urgency of my manipulations. I yank down my shorts, exposing my right hand which is already rigorously rubbing my shaft, the head already smeared with a little escaped semen which I have worked in with my probing fingers. Your half-closed eyes glint in acknowledgement and appreciation. You are, however, now almost completely lost in your own masturbation and desire for release. As you work your sex, blatantly exposed at the edge of your chair, your knees still thrown open at a wickedly explicit angle, your toes leaning lightly against the chair rim for purchase, I am lost in sheer wonder at the skill of your manipulations. It is time for you to add a new level of arousal to your already skilled fingerwork. As the fingers of your right hand continue their urgent probing caresses, alternating between vigorous in and out movements within your vagina, at times losing themselves almost to the hilt, and external rubbing motions around and across your now soaked, tingling mound, you bring the index finger of your left hand down towards your clit.

You circle your clit very tenderly and cautiously at first. I can just perceive her, tiny but clearly aroused. As your begin to play with her with light grazing movements around and over her surface, your head moves back, your eyes tightly closed at the exquisite, teasing contact. You bite your lower lip slightly with the tension. Remembering my presence, you manage to speak in a light, whispery tone, 'God I'm getting so hot and wet ...playing just for you ....please just keep wanking for me ...bring yourself off if you want .....I don't mind....eeeeuuuuuuhhh it feels do fucking gooood....fucking good...aaaahhhh....look at me Tom...look at me while I'm frigging myself for you....want....see it all....oh god ...your lovely..... strong shaft...I wan....oooooooeeeeeuuuuhhh.'

Your climax is inexorably approaching. Your left index finger is now pressed firmly to your clit in a rigorous circular rubbing motion, while the three fingers of your right hand, soaked with your arousal, continue to vigorously work your vagina with light sucking sounds each time they exit. Your breath is coming in sharp, violent pants as you valiantly attempt to continue to verbally share your arousal with me. Wondrously generous, shockingly beautiful in its intensity, your orgasm arrives as you whimper, 'Oh nnnoooooooo......I...aaaahhhh ......ahhhhhhhh......AAAAHHH!!!'

Your finger rammed against your clit with urgent, insistent intensity, your head thrown back towards the ceiling in a gesture of ecstatic release, the shudder of violent orgasm visibly grips your whole frame. 

'Ooooohhh ....oooohhhh ......ooooohhh,' you gasp as the spasms of your release gradually decline in intensity. Your cheeks are quite flushed, a wisp of your dark hair is stuck to your beautiful forehead with the exertion. Gradually you catch your breath.

Take your time, my love I think to myself. Words are unnecessary, I want nothing to break this incredibly intimate, beautiful moment. I simply gaze and support, patiently watching and waiting, full of tenderness and gratitude for what you have given me.

After several minutes, you raise your head and look at me with an expression at once lascivious, tender, and a little bashful. Your measure my reaction, my wonderment. There is the slightest humorous undertone in this shared intimacy between us. At last you find the strength to rise stiffly to your feet.

'I'm not quite done yet,' you murmur.

Methodically lifting your skirt around your waist, you carefully get on the bed and sit astride me, facing me, so that your exposed vagina is no more than a few inches from my face. This unexpected close-up view of your wonderful pussy is almost more than my light-headed, incredibly aroused state can bear. Your thick, dark matted triangle of black pubic hair, wonderfully full, and many of the lower hairs still stuck together with the juices of your arousal, taunts me in your supremely beautiful femininity. Carefully, you take the fingers of both hands to carefully part your labia for me. I can see everything. The thick, dark red labia, distended with arousal and desire. The little pool of fluid still gathered at the base of your vagina. A little of the shining wet light pink flesh of your vaginal walls, still flexing slightly with your bodily movements and your opening itself, so deep and inviting.

You are so close I can sense the very heat emanating from your vagina. The heady aroma of your arousal, exquisite, delicate, infinitely womanly, penetrates my nostrils. You gaze on my fascination, curious as to where this latest provocation will take me. You raise each of your cunty fingers of your right hand to my mouth and gently force each one between my lips, one by one. We take our time. I luxuriate over each finger, sucking and teasing each one clean with the tip of my tongue. A heavenly, lightly spiced flavour reaches my palate. 

Satisfied, you withdraw from me, so that you are one again seated by my side. You ensure that your uniform skirt is still bunched up around your waist, however, and your legs are lightly parted on either side of the chair, in order to allow you to manually stimulate yourself as required as your desire takes hold of you. You reach your right hand down towards my groin, where my member still waits, the glans hardened and purple in anticipation, my shaft still quite firm and prominently veined. You lightly run the fingertips of your right hand across him as you say, slowly and deliberately, 'Well, what have we here then? Looks as though someone's had all play and no fun....I would hate you to think I haven't been attending to my nursing duties properly. I'm so sorry,' you finish matter-of-factly.




Evening Call Ch. 02



Carefully your warm, moist palm and fingers tenderly caress my shaft and sensitive testicles, feeling my heat and the strength of my waiting orgasm within. After a little while, you take me between thumb and forefinger, and begin to rhythmically work me up and down with unhurried, sensuous movements. You gaze appreciatively at my manhood, taking in the soft skin, prominent veins, and hardened darker tip, where the pink of my foreskin takes on a darker, bolder hue of pure need for release.

'He's lovely,' you say, almost in a whisper. 'I've never had one quite like this before. As you can imagine, I've seen a fair few cocks in my time in my job. Most of them belong to ill middle-aged men though. I've not found one as nice as this for a long time. I love his breadth and firmness, so rigid and strong. I'd love to make him come, do you think that would be alright?' you ask with ridiculous coyness.

Without waiting for an answer, you increase the speed and intensity of the masturbation a little more. You start to employ firmer, more rhythmic contractions around my shaft as your continue to work me up and down between thumb and forefinger. You gaze at me with a cool, inquisitive stare, seeing just what I can take, how best to arouse me.

'Oh God, that feels soooo nice,' I manage to murmur. 'Where did you learn to do that?'

Your eyebrow arches slightly in response. After a moment you reply, 'Practice, and devotion to my work, and experience. Years of practice and experience actually. It's one of my favourite nursing skills.' All the while the fingers of your left hand are working gently at your cunny as you seek to share my arousal with me as closely as possible.

You continue your rhythmical contractions on my cock, making light, subtle variations of grip and pace, trying to ascertain what pleases me most. The remarkable thing is just how relaxed and comfortable I feel with you, despite my great sexual tension and desire to climax. I close my eyes and abandon myself completely to your ministrations.You continue to experiment a little while longer, now rubbing your palm over the glans in an encircling movement, using it to massage in further my delicately smelling semen, now lowering your fingers around and below my sweaty, damp testicles, affording me the lightest of caresses.

You yourself sense that I can't take much more of this, and that I am very close to the edge. I open my eyes and gaze at you in desperation, to be greeted to by your warm, sympathetic deep brown eyes. With deliberate, unhurried skill you once again take me between thumb and forefinger, and resume a slightly quicker, rhythmic up and down masturbation. My cock is angled at the ceiling, angry, shining, smeared with my arousal and lust. Keeping an absolutely regular, unhurried rhythm, you bring me off, a delicious, utterly tender manipulation.

I just manage to hold you with half-closed eyes and half groan, half murmur, 'Oooohhh my God yessss....' as I ejaculate copiously into your hand. Spurt after spurt of thick, off-white liquid erupts from me, some of it thrown several inches away, the rest sliding rapidly into your waiting fingers below. Only when I am fully spent do you release your grip. I collapse backwards against the pillow, gasping for breath, as I watch you methodically lick your fingers and palm clean of my semen. You then apply a single, deep, sucking kiss to my member, cleaning off every last drop. You reach for a tissue to wipe up my remaining ejaculation which had soiled the bedclothes, and slip the tissue into the pocket of your uniform. You sit back in the chair, yourself spent, as you adjust your bra and blouse, and then replace your stockings. You gaze at me for a moment. You reflect and then force yourself to ask quietly, 'Well, did you need anything else?'

There is a moment's silence before we both descend into uncontrolled giggling, underpinned with the sheer cheeky exhilaration of what we have shared.

At last you rise to leave. You pick up your panties from the floor and, holding them up, add, 'Oh, by the way, these are for you...'

You cross to my black leather holdall, already packed for my departure, and place them well inside, deep within its recesses where no-one will find them -- except me.

At the door, you turn and give me a light, bittersweet smile. You have the common sense not to prolong it, however, and you quickly turn to leave.



Evening Class



My wife Faith is a teacher at evening class, with an all-male class, and tonight was the last night of the year. Traditionally the last night was party night, and tonight was to be no exception.

She had kept me intrigued in the past telling me stories about the men in the class, with one man in particular, who not only kept inviting her out for a drink (an invitation she had put off each week) but was probably the most lecherous, although they were all a little naughty in their innuendos and bantering, often to the point of being certainly bawdy, if not almost lewd. But she loved it, and usually gave some of it back whenever she felt she could get away with it. She was also something of a tease, for she told me each week how she made a point of sitting perched on the edge of the desk, this position allowing the class to see right up her skirt, for she always sat with her legs parted a little and usually wore skirts which had a slit, and this slit was usually worn at the front. Sometimes she had even worn fishnet tights instead of nylon ones, as she said that fishnets didn’t hide as much so that they could always tell the colour of her knickers!

But tonight was to be party night, and she had decided that, as a treat, she would wear stockings and suspenders. She said that she intended giving the men a better view of her thighs, and had asked me to help her choose her outfit, so I was fully aware of her intentions.

“I’m also wondering whether or not I should accept that invitation for a drink afterwards,” she said. 

“I think you should,” I told her, “in which case I now know what you ought to wear.”

“Remember then that I intend wearing stockings and suspenders!” she laughed.

“I am remembering!” I told her. Then I went to her wardrobe and took out an extremely short mini-skirt which she usually only wore only on holidays as an alternative to a sundress. It was so short and tight that it barely covered her crutch when she wore it on holiday, but she usually wore matching knickers underneath, which made it appear a purpose-made outfit.

“They’ll be able to see my stocking tops and even my suspenders without my perching back on the desk,” she gasped, “ and almost be able to see my knickers every time I move!”

“I know!” I replied wickedly “That’s why I don’t think you should wear any knickers at all!”

She looked at me with an expression I found it difficult to fathom, then with a equally mischievous grin she looked me fully in the eye and said, “Right! I’m game! Just so long as you realise it was your suggestion in the first place!”

“And no bra, either,” I added. “But you can wear this top!” And I handed her another of her holiday items – a halter top with a ‘plunge-to-the-waist’ neckline and no back at all, the material being see-though fine lace, which allowed her nipples to be plainly seen, and which meant she could usually only wear it indoors when we were on our own.

She looked at me again in that strange sort of way, and then said, “I might just as well be completely naked. They’ll all be able to see everything most of the time. And how dare I go for a drink dressed like that? For one thing what will John think, and for another, how am I going to be able get into a pub dressed like that?”

“I would imagine that John would be thrilled if you accept his invitation dressed like that!” I laughed. “I can see you getting a good pawing at least from him. If he doesn’t he would not be worth going for a drink with!”

She laughed in her turn. “In that case I think you had better be in bed when I get home in case you get upset at what I might get up to!”

I laughed, then said, “Quite sincerely – you are free to get up to whatever you want, and I genuinely promise that whatever you do will be the exact opposite of upsetting me – it will actually excite me!”

She finally dressed in my chosen outfit, put on a fairly long coat, and explained that John would probably want to bring her home in his car, so she would not take hers this time. So I ran her to the college in my own car so that her mode of dress was not obvious to anyone she might meet on the way, dropped her off after kissing her and once more re-assuring her that whatever she chose to do that evening would receive my fullest blessings.

It was well after midnight when I heard the front door open. I crept to the top of the stairs as I heard her say quite loudly, “It’s all right, John. He sleeps like a log once he has gone to bed. Nothing will disturb him.” We have two lights in the hall – a soft glow type which is normally left on most of the time, and a very bright fluorescent one which we only use when doing any type of work in there. So, as if to emphasise her meaning, she switched the intensely brilliant light fully on! Her hair was mussed up, and apart from her tall-heeled shoes she was completely naked! In the bright light I could see, as she turned from switching on the light, that her back was covered in patches of something dark – probably mud, and one of her breasts was similarly coated. Her shaven pussy, puffy and fiery, seemed to glisten with moisture in the harsh hall light. 

“Thanks for a wonderful evening, John,” she was saying. “I know we only had the one drink, but it was worth not wasting time drinking when it meant we could spend more time fucking. I feel almost sore from the times we have done it, but remember you will only have to ask in future and my cunt will be yours. If my husband answers the phone tell him you are John from Evening Class with a bit of a problem. He’ll call me over and you can say whatever you want then. He won’t hear you, for he always leaves me to speak quite privately on a telephone, as if he shouldn’t eavesdrop! But can you fuck me once more before you go?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m exhausted. I don’t think I have any come left in me, and I wouldn’t be able to get it hard again very easily! Let’s leave it for another time, in the distant future, say, such as tomorrow night?”

His hand was rubbing her pussy quite tenderly as they were speaking, and her hand was hidden as it groped inside his trousers. Suddenly she bent down and took out his now limpish prick and kissed it fully on the helmet before returning to kiss him not only on the lips but inserting her tongue into his mouth the way she had only ever done with me previously. At least as far as I knew, that is, but I felt certain I was right in this respect. 

When they broke apart she looked straight at him, still holding on to him by the waist, and asked, “How would you like me to dress tomorrow? Or would you rather come here so that I can look absolutely wanton when I open the door to you – no long coat to go out in like I had to do tonight. My husband won’t be in until the early hours, so we can suck and fuck as long as we like before you go home to your own wife.”

“I’ll leave it to you how you dress, in that case,” he answered. “Just as long as I can see and taste that fabulous pussy of yours whenever I want to, just like we did tonight. But I shall have to be going. My wife thinks I am at a friend’s house playing cards, but it is time I was home. Until tomorrow, then, Faith,” and once again they embraced and French-kissed. But eventually they had to break apart, and with a last look at Faith in her dishevelled state he returned to his car, Faith standing fully lit up in the doorway for his benefit, although she knew she could not been seen from the road owing to the bend in the drive and the trees flanking the drive.

As soon as he had walked round the curve she closed the door, and without looking up at me said, “You can come down now. I want another drink while I tell you the full story of tonight!”

I followed her into the lounge, where she poured out a large whisky for me, and an even larger neat gin for herself. She made no attempt to cover herself, although I don’t know why she should after her displaying herself as she had done for John.

“Now sit down, play with yourself if you like, but don’t touch me until I have finished my story or I’ll never be able to remember all the details, and I want to tell you every single element of it.”

I sat down opposite her, and although she played with finger after finger in her cunt as she told me the story, never once did I attempt to touch her until she had finished. 

“I arrived in my long coat, as you know,” she began, “and just as I entered the classroom I met John – the man who has repeatedly asked me out for a drink after class. Once again he asked me, and I told him that as this was the last night I would agree, but that there were conditions. When he asked what they were I told him that firstly he had to make sure that he was seated right at the front of the class. I also made it clear that no one else had to know that we would be going for a drink together afterwards no matter how tempted he might be, hinting that he might wish to boast about it. When he asked me why I thought that, I told him, as mysteriously as I could make it, that, as tonight was party night, things might be said which could alter any teacher/student relationships.”

“I remained in my long coat until the rest of the class had arrived, although three of the men had sent their apologies, as they had already started their holiday.”

“John had done as instructed, and had taken the seat in the centre at the front, then I walked round to the front of the class and said, ‘As you know, tonight is ‘let-your-hair-down’ night, and I intend doing just that. You must all be aware that I have always been fully aware of the fact that whenever I have perched on my desk you have all done your utmost to look up my skirt. Every one of you! And I have always let you! Well, as this is the last night as a special treat I’ve put on stockings instead of tights so there won’t be anything obstructing my knickers tonight, but I must insist that you all remain in your seats until I give permission for anyone to stand up. Agreed?”

“They all agreed, their smug grins indicating that they thought that they were ahead of me, and that they would be able to see my knickers properly. I was soon to prove them wrong!”

“I told them, though, that my coat was staying on for the time being. I could hear them whispering about stockings and suspenders versus hold-ups, and inwardly I was roaring with laughter as to how they would soon see more of me than anyone other than you had ever seen.”

“Anyway, I said that we would have the last lesson, although much shorter than previously, after which we would then eat our party cakes and share the couple of bottles of wine I had provided. I would then ask them all to write down their answer to a simple question after which I would give the answer and also remove my coat. But there was also a promise which they all had to make – that not one of them would ever let on to anyone else what might happen in this classroom this evening!”

“They all agreed, a little subdued, but evidently looking forward to my removing my coat. I gave the final summary of what we had done throughout the term, then asked John as he was nearest to the front, to pour out the wine for everyone else, and asked Mike to take round the cakes which had all been pooled onto one large plate. As soon as we had all eaten I asked them all to take out a pen or pencil and a piece of paper for my final question, which I would collect and then remove my coat as I gave them the correct answer.”

“They all looked a little eager now, and pens and paper were produced immediately, and they all looked up in anticipation for my question. When it came there were loud chuckles, and instant hurried scribbling, for the question I asked them all was, ‘What colour do you think my knickers are?’”

“I collected the papers, glanced through them, then put them on the table, after which, very deliberately, I unbuttoned my coat but held it together until with one swift shrug I dropped the coat onto the floor, revealing myself in the exceptionally short skirt and displaying both stockings and suspenders for their incredulous gaze plus the almost non-existent transparent lace top. I reminded them all of their promise not to move without my permission and then told them to watch carefully, and two things would now happen. Firstly I would sit for them in exactly the same position I had sat in every lesson for the past term, and then I would sit in such a way that they could see who was right at guessing the colour of my knickers. I stood quite still for a few seconds whilst they all became excited in expectation, although none of them could possibly have anticipated what they were actually going to see. Then, placing both hands firmly on the table behind me, with one swift leap backwards I not only placed my bottom on the table, but both feet as well spread apart in front of me! I was not only showing them that I was minus any knickers at all, but was actually flaunting what they had never expected to see – my gaping pussy in all its shaven glory!”

“Then I reminded them all once again that they could only move with my permission, although every one of them was now fumbling under the desk – presumably touching himself and trying to have a surreptitious wank. They nodded their agreement as much as they could with their eyes almost popping out, and so I said again that as this was the last night of the term, and we were now just about at the end of the night’s lesson, I would allow them to leave one by one as I called them out of their place. Immediately they looked as if none of them wanted to leave, but I grinned as I continued that this meant that if they appreciated me as a teacher over the term, then I would permit a little indulgence and would not report any of them should they decide to snatch a kiss. ‘After all, you have been a wonderful class’ I praised them.’ And then I proceeded to call out their names one by one to wish the goodnight, but adding that no arms were to go round my neck. ‘That position for a kiss is reserved for my husband!’ I explained, ‘but nowhere else is taboo! Which means your hands can go anywhere else!’ I audaciously added, hoping that they would grasp my meaning. And they did!”

“I called out the first name, and Mike came bounding eagerly towards me, his mouth meeting my open one for an unquestionably sex-laden tongue kiss as his hand hesitantly touched my naked thigh. I grasped his hand with mine so as to slide it upwards along the bare flesh until it reached my wet gaping pussy. When he found that my only reaction to that was to reach my tongue further into his mouth he plucked up enough courage to really diddle me. Finally, though I broke away and wished him ‘Goodnight’, and reminding him that others were awaiting their turn, that being sufficient of a hint to tell him that he had had his share for tonight. He left, vowing that he would be joining my class again next term!”

“I must admit that they were all extremely good in obeying my wishes. Even though every single one of them had a good grope they made no moves to go further, and all of them obediently left without any fuss, although my pussy was actually dripping by this stage. That is, until John’s turn, and I had purposely left him until last. As he was the only one left in the room I was able to speak more frankly to him as I told him that he would have to leave in a minute or so in order that the others might have no suspicion about our arrangements. I would accompany him for one drink, I told him, but that I had other needs than a drink, nor would he need to use alcohol to release any of my inhibitions, as he could see! But then I told him that because he would in all probability want a kiss later on he could not kiss me on the mouth, but that he could do so anywhere else if he wished. “

“ ‘On one condition,’ he countered. ‘That you tell me where you want me to kiss you!’”

“I knew that he was just wanting me to talk dirty, so I humoured him. ‘You can kiss either my tits or my cunt,’ I told him, whereupon he grasped his penis through his trousers to relieve the discomfort caused by the pressure of his swollen prick, then put his face right up against my thighs, his tongue going right inside my gaping hole whilst his hands reached up and grasped both my breasts at once. Scooping out his tongue but still keeping hold of my breasts he transferred it to my own mouth, where I could taste the tanginess of my own juices.” “But it was impossible to continue in the classroom, as I reluctantly had to tell him. Another teacher or even a cleaner could pop their heads round the door any time, and in any case, he had to be seen leaving the classroom alone to keep up the charade for the benefit of the others in the class, who were probably still hanging round outside.”

“ ‘You go now,’ I told him. ‘Drive off, and then come back again for me when the others think you have gone. I’ll be in the car park with my long coat on again.’” 

“He smiled agreement and went out, and I could hear him talking to the others outside, but I trusted them to keep entirely quiet about what had transpired this evening.”

“I put on my coat, left the room, and wished ‘Good night’ to the odd person I met, then went out into the car park. Soon I heard a car entering, rather than leaving, as most of the cars were already doing, and assumed it was John. It was, and he chivalrously got out to open the passenger door for me.”

“ ‘I presume you are hoping I will give you another view of my cunt as I get in,’ I laughed. ‘I’m sorry, but there are too many people around at present, but once I am in the car I will unfasten my coat all the way down for you.’”

“I kept my word. As soon as he had moved out of the car park I unfastened the coat all the way down and pulled it aside, whereupon his eyes started roving up and down my body. I quickly pulled my coat back into place, admonishing him slightly but nevertheless laughing – ‘You’re supposed to keep one eye on the road!’ I scolded him. ‘Let’s get for that drink, for that’s what I promised my husband – that I would accept your offer of a drink, and I wouldn’t want to deceive him, would I?’”

“So I told him to turn into the nearest pub, have our drink, then to find somewhere where we would be secluded and undisturbed, as I was too hot with my coat on and that I could then leave my coat in the car. I told him that if we could find somewhere secluded he could then do whatever he wanted with me, to me, at me or on me! He looked quizzically at this remark, but as we were just about level with a pub he turned into its car park.”

“I left my coat on, naturally, and we ordered drinks. Finding a quiet corner we went to sit there whilst we sipped them. ‘I am in something of a hurry.’ I said to him softly so as not to be overheard. ‘I’ll want you to take off everything I am wearing as soon as we get to where we are going, but I shall keep the coat on, naturally, until we are out of here.’ ”

“He agreed, and we could not finish our drinks fast enough. And in spite of the possibility that I might be seen I also took off my coat before getting into the car, giving John (and anyone else who might have been looking) another flash of stocking and suspender!”

“Once in the car he lost no time in driving away, as I said, ‘Right - take me wherever we are going as quickly as possible. I’m dying for a piss and I don’t want to ruin your upholstery. But I’ll let you watch, of course, after you’ve torn my clothes off me!’ ”

“We had hardly gone more than a mile or so when he turned into a side turning, something like a farm entrance, but which seemed to peter out into a high-hedged field. Skilfully he stopped the car quite close to this hedge so that it could not be seen from the road at all (at least, I presumed that we could not be seen as we could not even see the road).”

“There was a full moon, as you know, and so we didn’t need any light at all, so he switched off the car lights and we were completely alone in this meadow, yet we could see another quite plainly”.




Evening Class



My wife Faith is a teacher at evening class, with an all-male class, and tonight was the last night of the year. Traditionally the last night was party night, and tonight was to be no exception.

She had kept me intrigued in the past telling me stories about the men in the class, with one man in particular, who not only kept inviting her out for a drink (an invitation she had put off each week) but was probably the most lecherous, although they were all a little naughty in their innuendos and bantering, often to the point of being certainly bawdy, if not almost lewd. But she loved it, and usually gave some of it back whenever she felt she could get away with it. She was also something of a tease, for she told me each week how she made a point of sitting perched on the edge of the desk, this position allowing the class to see right up her skirt, for she always sat with her legs parted a little and usually wore skirts which had a slit, and this slit was usually worn at the front. Sometimes she had even worn fishnet tights instead of nylon ones, as she said that fishnets didn't hide as much so that they could always tell the colour of her knickers!

But tonight was to be party night, and she had decided that, as a treat, she would wear stockings and suspenders. She said that she intended giving the men a better view of her thighs, and had asked me to help her choose her outfit, so I was fully aware of her intentions.

"I'm also wondering whether or not I should accept that invitation for a drink afterwards," she said. 

"I think you should," I told her, "in which case I now know what you ought to wear."

"Remember then that I intend wearing stockings and suspenders!" she laughed.

"I am remembering!" I told her. Then I went to her wardrobe and took out an extremely short mini-skirt which she usually only wore only on holidays as an alternative to a sundress. It was so short and tight that it barely covered her crutch when she wore it on holiday, but she usually wore matching knickers underneath, which made it appear a purpose-made outfit.

"They'll be able to see my stocking tops and even my suspenders without my perching back on the desk," she gasped, " and almost be able to see my knickers every time I move!"

"I know!" I replied wickedly "That's why I don't think you should wear any knickers at all!"

She looked at me with an expression I found it difficult to fathom, then with a equally mischievous grin she looked me fully in the eye and said, "Right! I'm game! Just so long as you realise it was your suggestion in the first place!"

"And no bra, either," I added. "But you can wear this top!" And I handed her another of her holiday items – a halter top with a 'plunge-to-the-waist' neckline and no back at all, the material being see-though fine lace, which allowed her nipples to be plainly seen, and which meant she could usually only wear it indoors when we were on our own.

She looked at me again in that strange sort of way, and then said, "I might just as well be completely naked. They'll all be able to see everything most of the time. And how dare I go for a drink dressed like that? For one thing what will John think, and for another, how am I going to be able get into a pub dressed like that?"

"I would imagine that John would be thrilled if you accept his invitation dressed like that!" I laughed. "I can see you getting a good pawing at least from him. If he doesn't he would not be worth going for a drink with!"

She laughed in her turn. "In that case I think you had better be in bed when I get home in case you get upset at what I might get up to!"

I laughed, then said, "Quite sincerely – you are free to get up to whatever you want, and I genuinely promise that whatever you do will be the exact opposite of upsetting me – it will actually excite me!"

She finally dressed in my chosen outfit, put on a fairly long coat, and explained that John would probably want to bring her home in his car, so she would not take hers this time. So I ran her to the college in my own car so that her mode of dress was not obvious to anyone she might meet on the way, dropped her off after kissing her and once more re-assuring her that whatever she chose to do that evening would receive my fullest blessings.

It was well after midnight when I heard the front door open. I crept to the top of the stairs as I heard her say quite loudly, "It's all right, John. He sleeps like a log once he has gone to bed. Nothing will disturb him." We have two lights in the hall – a soft glow type which is normally left on most of the time, and a very bright fluorescent one which we only use when doing any type of work in there. So, as if to emphasise her meaning, she switched the intensely brilliant light fully on! Her hair was mussed up, and apart from her tall-heeled shoes she was completely naked! In the bright light I could see, as she turned from switching on the light, that her back was covered in patches of something dark – probably mud, and one of her breasts was similarly coated. Her shaven pussy, puffy and fiery, seemed to glisten with moisture in the harsh hall light. 

"Thanks for a wonderful evening, John," she was saying. "I know we only had the one drink, but it was worth not wasting time drinking when it meant we could spend more time fucking. I feel almost sore from the times we have done it, but remember you will only have to ask in future and my cunt will be yours. If my husband answers the phone tell him you are John from Evening Class with a bit of a problem. He'll call me over and you can say whatever you want then. He won't hear you, for he always leaves me to speak quite privately on a telephone, as if he shouldn't eavesdrop! But can you fuck me once more before you go?"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I'm exhausted. I don't think I have any come left in me, and I wouldn't be able to get it hard again very easily! Let's leave it for another time, in the distant future, say, such as tomorrow night?"

His hand was rubbing her pussy quite tenderly as they were speaking, and her hand was hidden as it groped inside his trousers. Suddenly she bent down and took out his now limpish prick and kissed it fully on the helmet before returning to kiss him not only on the lips but inserting her tongue into his mouth the way she had only ever done with me previously. At least as far as I knew, that is, but I felt certain I was right in this respect. 

When they broke apart she looked straight at him, still holding on to him by the waist, and asked, "How would you like me to dress tomorrow? Or would you rather come here so that I can look absolutely wanton when I open the door to you – no long coat to go out in like I had to do tonight. My husband won't be in until the early hours, so we can suck and fuck as long as we like before you go home to your own wife."

"I'll leave it to you how you dress, in that case," he answered. "Just as long as I can see and taste that fabulous pussy of yours whenever I want to, just like we did tonight. But I shall have to be going. My wife thinks I am at a friend's house playing cards, but it is time I was home. Until tomorrow, then, Faith," and once again they embraced and French-kissed. But eventually they had to break apart, and with a last look at Faith in her dishevelled state he returned to his car, Faith standing fully lit up in the doorway for his benefit, although she knew she could not been seen from the road owing to the bend in the drive and the trees flanking the drive.

As soon as he had walked round the curve she closed the door, and without looking up at me said, "You can come down now. I want another drink while I tell you the full story of tonight!"

I followed her into the lounge, where she poured out a large whisky for me, and an even larger neat gin for herself. She made no attempt to cover herself, although I don't know why she should after her displaying herself as she had done for John.

"Now sit down, play with yourself if you like, but don't touch me until I have finished my story or I'll never be able to remember all the details, and I want to tell you every single element of it."

I sat down opposite her, and although she played with finger after finger in her cunt as she told me the story, never once did I attempt to touch her until she had finished. 

"I arrived in my long coat, as you know," she began, "and just as I entered the classroom I met John – the man who has repeatedly asked me out for a drink after class. Once again he asked me, and I told him that as this was the last night I would agree, but that there were conditions. When he asked what they were I told him that firstly he had to make sure that he was seated right at the front of the class. I also made it clear that no one else had to know that we would be going for a drink together afterwards no matter how tempted he might be, hinting that he might wish to boast about it. When he asked me why I thought that, I told him, as mysteriously as I could make it, that, as tonight was party night, things might be said which could alter any teacher/student relationships."

"I remained in my long coat until the rest of the class had arrived, although three of the men had sent their apologies, as they had already started their holiday."

"John had done as instructed, and had taken the seat in the centre at the front, then I walked round to the front of the class and said, 'As you know, tonight is 'let-your-hair-down' night, and I intend doing just that. You must all be aware that I have always been fully aware of the fact that whenever I have perched on my desk you have all done your utmost to look up my skirt. Every one of you! And I have always let you! Well, as this is the last night as a special treat I've put on stockings instead of tights so there won't be anything obstructing my knickers tonight, but I must insist that you all remain in your seats until I give permission for anyone to stand up. Agreed?"

"They all agreed, their smug grins indicating that they thought that they were ahead of me, and that they would be able to see my knickers properly. I was soon to prove them wrong!"

"I told them, though, that my coat was staying on for the time being. I could hear them whispering about stockings and suspenders versus hold-ups, and inwardly I was roaring with laughter as to how they would soon see more of me than anyone other than you had ever seen."

"Anyway, I said that we would have the last lesson, although much shorter than previously, after which we would then eat our party cakes and share the couple of bottles of wine I had provided. I would then ask them all to write down their answer to a simple question after which I would give the answer and also remove my coat. But there was also a promise which they all had to make – that not one of them would ever let on to anyone else what might happen in this classroom this evening!"

"They all agreed, a little subdued, but evidently looking forward to my removing my coat. I gave the final summary of what we had done throughout the term, then asked John as he was nearest to the front, to pour out the wine for everyone else, and asked Mike to take round the cakes which had all been pooled onto one large plate. As soon as we had all eaten I asked them all to take out a pen or pencil and a piece of paper for my final question, which I would collect and then remove my coat as I gave them the correct answer."

"They all looked a little eager now, and pens and paper were produced immediately, and they all looked up in anticipation for my question. When it came there were loud chuckles, and instant hurried scribbling, for the question I asked them all was, 'What colour do you think my knickers are?'"

"I collected the papers, glanced through them, then put them on the table, after which, very deliberately, I unbuttoned my coat but held it together until with one swift shrug I dropped the coat onto the floor, revealing myself in the exceptionally short skirt and displaying both stockings and suspenders for their incredulous gaze plus the almost non-existent transparent lace top. I reminded them all of their promise not to move without my permission and then told them to watch carefully, and two things would now happen. Firstly I would sit for them in exactly the same position I had sat in every lesson for the past term, and then I would sit in such a way that they could see who was right at guessing the colour of my knickers. I stood quite still for a few seconds whilst they all became excited in expectation, although none of them could possibly have anticipated what they were actually going to see. Then, placing both hands firmly on the table behind me, with one swift leap backwards I not only placed my bottom on the table, but both feet as well spread apart in front of me! I was not only showing them that I was minus any knickers at all, but was actually flaunting what they had never expected to see – my gaping pussy in all its shaven glory!"

"Then I reminded them all once again that they could only move with my permission, although every one of them was now fumbling under the desk – presumably touching himself and trying to have a surreptitious wank. They nodded their agreement as much as they could with their eyes almost popping out, and so I said again that as this was the last night of the term, and we were now just about at the end of the night's lesson, I would allow them to leave one by one as I called them out of their place. Immediately they looked as if none of them wanted to leave, but I grinned as I continued that this meant that if they appreciated me as a teacher over the term, then I would permit a little indulgence and would not report any of them should they decide to snatch a kiss. 'After all, you have been a wonderful class' I praised them.' And then I proceeded to call out their names one by one to wish the goodnight, but adding that no arms were to go round my neck. 'That position for a kiss is reserved for my husband!' I explained, 'but nowhere else is taboo! Which means your hands can go anywhere else!' I audaciously added, hoping that they would grasp my meaning. And they did!"

"I called out the first name, and Mike came bounding eagerly towards me, his mouth meeting my open one for an unquestionably sex-laden tongue kiss as his hand hesitantly touched my naked thigh. I grasped his hand with mine so as to slide it upwards along the bare flesh until it reached my wet gaping pussy. When he found that my only reaction to that was to reach my tongue further into his mouth he plucked up enough courage to really diddle me. Finally, though I broke away and wished him 'Goodnight', and reminding him that others were awaiting their turn, that being sufficient of a hint to tell him that he had had his share for tonight. He left, vowing that he would be joining my class again next term!"

"I must admit that they were all extremely good in obeying my wishes. Even though every single one of them had a good grope they made no moves to go further, and all of them obediently left without any fuss, although my pussy was actually dripping by this stage. That is, until John's turn, and I had purposely left him until last. As he was the only one left in the room I was able to speak more frankly to him as I told him that he would have to leave in a minute or so in order that the others might have no suspicion about our arrangements. I would accompany him for one drink, I told him, but that I had other needs than a drink, nor would he need to use alcohol to release any of my inhibitions, as he could see! But then I told him that because he would in all probability want a kiss later on he could not kiss me on the mouth, but that he could do so anywhere else if he wished. "

" 'On one condition,' he countered. 'That you tell me where you want me to kiss you!'"

"I knew that he was just wanting me to talk dirty, so I humoured him. 'You can kiss either my tits or my cunt,' I told him, whereupon he grasped his penis through his trousers to relieve the discomfort caused by the pressure of his swollen prick, then put his face right up against my thighs, his tongue going right inside my gaping hole whilst his hands reached up and grasped both my breasts at once. Scooping out his tongue but still keeping hold of my breasts he transferred it to my own mouth, where I could taste the tanginess of my own juices." "But it was impossible to continue in the classroom, as I reluctantly had to tell him. Another teacher or even a cleaner could pop their heads round the door any time, and in any case, he had to be seen leaving the classroom alone to keep up the charade for the benefit of the others in the class, who were probably still hanging round outside."

" 'You go now,' I told him. 'Drive off, and then come back again for me when the others think you have gone. I'll be in the car park with my long coat on again.'" 

"He smiled agreement and went out, and I could hear him talking to the others outside, but I trusted them to keep entirely quiet about what had transpired this evening."

"I put on my coat, left the room, and wished 'Good night' to the odd person I met, then went out into the car park. Soon I heard a car entering, rather than leaving, as most of the cars were already doing, and assumed it was John. It was, and he chivalrously got out to open the passenger door for me."

" 'I presume you are hoping I will give you another view of my cunt as I get in,' I laughed. 'I'm sorry, but there are too many people around at present, but once I am in the car I will unfasten my coat all the way down for you.'"

"I kept my word. As soon as he had moved out of the car park I unfastened the coat all the way down and pulled it aside, whereupon his eyes started roving up and down my body. I quickly pulled my coat back into place, admonishing him slightly but nevertheless laughing – 'You're supposed to keep one eye on the road!' I scolded him. 'Let's get for that drink, for that's what I promised my husband – that I would accept your offer of a drink, and I wouldn't want to deceive him, would I?'"

"So I told him to turn into the nearest pub, have our drink, then to find somewhere where we would be secluded and undisturbed, as I was too hot with my coat on and that I could then leave my coat in the car. I told him that if we could find somewhere secluded he could then do whatever he wanted with me, to me, at me or on me! He looked quizzically at this remark, but as we were just about level with a pub he turned into its car park."

"I left my coat on, naturally, and we ordered drinks. Finding a quiet corner we went to sit there whilst we sipped them. 'I am in something of a hurry.' I said to him softly so as not to be overheard. 'I'll want you to take off everything I am wearing as soon as we get to where we are going, but I shall keep the coat on, naturally, until we are out of here.' "

"He agreed, and we could not finish our drinks fast enough. And in spite of the possibility that I might be seen I also took off my coat before getting into the car, giving John (and anyone else who might have been looking) another flash of stocking and suspender!"

"Once in the car he lost no time in driving away, as I said, 'Right - take me wherever we are going as quickly as possible. I'm dying for a piss and I don't want to ruin your upholstery. But I'll let you watch, of course, after you've torn my clothes off me!' "

"We had hardly gone more than a mile or so when he turned into a side turning, something like a farm entrance, but which seemed to peter out into a high-hedged field. Skilfully he stopped the car quite close to this hedge so that it could not be seen from the road at all (at least, I presumed that we could not be seen as we could not even see the road)."

"There was a full moon, as you know, and so we didn't need any light at all, so he switched off the car lights and we were completely alone in this meadow, yet we could see another quite plainly". " 'Tear them off if you can't unfasten them quickly,' I ordered him, and as he started by ripping off my halter-necked lace top I assisted by snapping at my skirt zipper and flinging that aside, too. All I had on, now, were my stockings and suspenders, having kicked off my shoes in the car before getting out, so I simply fell backwards, ignoring the mud which I had fallen into, and grasped both ankles to wrench both legs apart as wide as possible as I started to piss in a steaming cascade, absolutely drenching my skirt which was still between my feet.'




Evening Class



'John lost no time in stripping right off himself, and before I had finished pissing he had flung himself on top of me and his cock was already inside me, causing the piss to spray everywhere. He must have been absolutely worked up, too, for no sooner had he entered than he began to spurt, as I could feel. It was not a case of premature ejaculation – more of a case of being unable to hold back any longer. After all, I had given him more encouragement than practically any other man could have stood.'

'I was not far behind him with my own climax, though, and so for some time we just lay there, John on top, whilst we recovered our breath. Eventually, though, I suggested we get up and move on, but reminding him that I still had on my stockings (such as they were now – more rags and tatters, actually,) and suspender belt on. I told him to be as rough as he could and try again to literally tear off whatever I still had on. It actually hurt when he violently wrenched at the suspender belt, but it gave at the fastening and he flung it aside with the rest of what was once my clothing.'

'I then told him that I was perfectly willing to be driven back in my filthy but naked state, explaining that whatever mud was sticking to me would have my coat to protect it from his upholstery, although for his sake I would not wear it – just use it to protect his car. He seemed a little reluctant to get back in the car, though, but I reassured him that he would not lose out on anything, as I intended giving him a blow job whilst he was driving!'

'So he partly dressed again, enough to appear decent when we were actually on the roads, and I left all my clothing where it was in the field, as it was useless now being not much more than rags after the treatment they had had. I spread my coat over the seat and leaned back on it before bending down to release his prick once more so that I could get my mouth right over it.'

'It wasn't long before he started to come again, and luckily we were still down a country lane and moving quite slowly, so that he had to brake whilst I sucked in all he could spurt out. After that he went limp, and asked me to discontinue for a short while to let him recover, so I just played with myself as he drove on.'

Unfortunately we met no other traffic on our way back here, or I would have been tempted to try to expose myself still further to whoever was in the other car. Anyway, on arriving home and coming up the drive to the front of the house to park I told him that a gentleman always opens a door for a lady, especially if she is completely naked and intends getting out with her legs spread as wide as possible to show off her cunt whilst she does so.'

'He rushed round to my door and opened it, then deliberately stared intensely at my wanton display, and I took a great delight in flaunting my gaping lips for him, then just as deliberately I pushed two or three fingers right inside then offered them to him to suck! As he did so I grabbed his dick again and pulled him towards me so that as I stood up to get out he was positioned ready for another fuck. He was still a bit limp, and he said so, blaming the intensity of our previous fuck plus my sucking him off! But, it was semi-rigid enough to be able to push it in me again, and although we were in a very awkward position, half in and half out of the car, we did manage adequately until a much milder jerking from him told me that he was coming, albeit less forceful than before.'

'After this, though, he seemed satisfied enough to escort me to the door on the promise that I would definitely see him again tomorrow night – or should that be tonight, looking at the time now?' 

By now, though, I was absolutely raging to quench my own hunger for her, and one tug was enough for my pyjama trousers (all I had on at the time) to fall, as I plunged on top of her, receiving just as much frenzied passion as I was giving. Her pussy felt aflame with heat, and I could not contain myself sufficiently for a loving session – I felt I was raping her and wanted to do so. And she was responding to this assault with as much force as she was getting! When we finally subsided she lay panting, as she gasped out that she was well and truly fucked in every sense! She then confided that she was beginning to feel sore around her pussy area, but that every fuck tonight had been well worth while, not least the last one with me. I hardly remember any more than that for we both fell into a deep sleep almost immediately, completely exhausted!



Evening Class



Many thanks to Dennis for his editing of this story.

*

It began in a very unexpected way, I got a small folder about evening classes in my mailbox and found out that some further education in Spanish would be fine because the Spanish islands are very popular tourist spots for us in the Scandinavian countries. Decision followed by action and two weeks later, I entered an evening class for people with some previous knowledge of Spanish. I skipped the class for beginners because I already knew some Spanish and now wanted to learn something more useful. 

A pretty woman in her forties greeted me at the entrance and showed the way to a small classroom with 11 people of different ages. Not a good beginning to be late for the first evening and that got me some nasty comments from some of the others, however, I sat down at a vacant seat next to a very classy woman in my own age group and to my great surprise recognized her to be Amanda Hanson, daughter to one of the richest men in town. She gave me a bright smile and said, "Better late than not at all."

After the usual introductions we had our first lesson working in pairs and introduced ourselves to the partner so the partner could introduce to the whole class the other in Spanish during the next week lesson. Amanda told me a lot about herself how that she worked at her father's real estate company and had recently split up with her boyfriend.

She didn't know me so I told her about myself; Jacob Almskog, age 26, single, engineer and working with construction details at prefabricated house factory. Amanda obviously had a good sense of humor because she gave me one of her bright smiles again and asked, "Why single? Such handsome guy as you ought to be taken." 

I smiled back and replied, "Miss Right seems to be avoiding me so far, but who knows about the future?"

After the class Amanda and I exchanged cell pone numbers and decided to meet the day before the class to rehearse of our presentation. I agreed when she told me that the rehearsal could be held at her apartment if I understood that it was only for the Spanish class and not for anything else. 

Her three-room apartment was just as expected, expensive furniture and tastefully decorated. It took us a couple of hours to shorten down the presentation to about four minutes of the available five. We tried to use some humor to lighten it up. It was rather easy for Amanda who had spent six months in France and was fluent in that language which in some way is related to Spanish.

Our presentations went very well and after the class we went to the pub for beer and to chat.

We decided to work together during the whole course.

Of course I dreamt about Amanda, but didn't dare to attempt any thing with her because though we worked well and had fun together, I still had a strong feeling that she wanted me only to be a friend. But she showed small signs that the time worked for me. 

Then one evening when we sat in her apartment doing our home-works, she at least gave me an opening when she asked, "What about going together to Spain?"

"Where to? Mallorca, Marbella or Canary Islands?"

"No, not those tourist spots. I mean the real Spain, Madrid."

"Would be fine, when and how. But please remember that I guy like me is more apt for Ryan Air's budget flights than SAS business class that you are used to." 

She gave one of her great smiles and said "No problems for me, I'm used to all kind of flights and have already done some research for a trip it in that way. We can fly with Ryan Air and you'll stay for free in my double room. What about that?"

What could I say? "Sounds great, I'm into it."

"And I hope that you'll understand that when friends have plans for sharing a room it don't mean sharing a bed."

I knew that such problems could be solved at location and it was no reason to plan such matters in advance so I said, "We can pretend to be married and if you want to be warmed up when you are freezing I promise to say the famous line 'Find an extra blanket in the cupboard'." Even she had heard that joke about a boss and his secretary and got a very good laugh.

The trip to Madrid was a great journey. Amanda had booked a room at a nice comfortable and expensive hotel near Plaza Mayor and we pretended to be newlyweds than long time married because we used only one of the beds during the whole week. In fact, the first thing we did at that hotel room was undress each other and having tender sex. For the first time in my life I understood that what we did was much more than sex, it was making real love. 

Back home we got engaged and began to plan for our future though we got an unexpected serious problem. Amanda's parents didn't like me at all, mostly because my parents had been involved in local politics and at the opposite side. Especially her mother disliked me and she let me clearly know. I promised Amanda's mother doing my very best to avoid all connections with her in the future and didn't care that Amanda's mother still wanted Amanda to take her ex-boyfriend back, probably because he was from a noble family with an impressing name and an average guy with my background wasn't good enough compared to the ex.

Though Amanda worked in a well-paid position in her family business and was therefore economically depended on her parents she didn't care a shit about their opinion about me. She persuaded me to skip my own apartment and move in with her. 

A marriage was the natural next step in our relation and but we decided to keep our parents out of it. We decided to surprise everybody with a wedding somewhere abroad. 

During our research we found out that the holy mountain Fuji is a popular wedding spot in Japan. Though Japan was out of question for us in this matter, we found it to be a great idea and as Spain was of great importance for our relation, a Spanish mountain felt as the right place for the wedding.

To our great relief we found out that the highest mountain in Spain, Teide, was a very popular tourist spot at the Canary Island Tenerife and the top is available by a cableway. 

There is even a small bar in the snow at the top.

A brother to one of Amanda's old friends happened to be a priest and he promised to join us for a week at Tenerife. We even invited a young couple we met during the Spanish class to be our witness during the wedding. Of course Amanda and I paid all expenses during a weeklong charter vacation for the priest and the witnesses. 

Everything went exactly as planned and early one morning before Teide got too crowded by tourists we stood in the snow outside the small bar at the top and had a memorable ceremony even witnessed by tourists from several countries. Two young Italian girls with very good voices greeted us with a song.

Back home our wedding caused some hullabaloo among our friends and relatives and we held "open house" during several Saturdays for celebrating it. However, Amanda's parents disliked me even more after the wedding. Amanda avoided my parents as much as possible, because 

they had always regarded Amanda as a "spoiled brat" who only had me as a pet. 

Within five years after the wedding we had two sons. Though her parents still kept a chilly attitude against me, we were happy because they liked our children very much.

I've never complained about my wife or my marriage though she didn't do much at home and the sex wasn't at any "heavenly heights" any longer when the children took much of our time. Nowadays when we were living in a big house we used to have an au pair girl from one of the Baltic countries that did some job for the family. We treated them well and always paid them for all extra babysitting and other things they did for us.

Nobody is perfect and our shit hit the fan nine years after the Spanish class and seven years after the wedding. Amanda was still a very classy lady, still very beautiful, usually expensive dressed and now working as some kind of vice boss at their family business. 

One Friday she rang and told me that she had to work overtime and probably be home very late at that evening. When I asked if I would bring her something to eat she told me they had already taken care of the food for the evening. 

About six o'clock I got a new call, this time from an old friend by name Eric who said, "I'm probably stupid and ought to know very well that what your wife's doings isn't my business but just in case you don't know about it I can tell you that she and 'Pimp Olson" is at the pizzeria Napoli awaiting for two take away pizzas."

I got a very chilly feeling and told him, "Please do me a big favor, tail them and call my cell phone about their doings. I'll be on my way."

Pimp Olson wasn't any real pimp but usually involved in the gray-zone of legal and illegal monkey business. He was a genuine asshole who had got the nickname once in the time when he demanded his beautiful trophy wife to fuck a customer as a part of some complicated business agreement. She had refused and been beaten yellow and blue, what sent Olson for the custody of the state for three months and after that had to pay for an expensive divorce. 

Olson didn't complain because he immediately had noticed that this worsening of his previous already bad reputation increased his source of pussy to new high levels. The rumors said that many married women, even from the best families, found great excitement in the shameful forbidden pleasures of been fucked hard and rough by a nasty jailbird with genuine asshole reputation. 

Now the must unbelievable thing I could imagine had happened. My pretty, almost prudish wife Amanda was obviously intending to cheat me with such slimy creep. 

I asked our au pair girl Irena to look after the children, went to my workshop in the garage where I took a crowbar and a sledgehammer to my car before heading against the address in a rather shabby area of our Scandinavian town where my friend Eric was waiting for me. To my great benefit he had been at the pizzeria with a friend and both of them promised to assist me if necessary. 

He told me that the lights had been switched on in a second floor apartment when Amanda and Pimp Olson had gone into the three-floor apartment house.

I gave Eric the crowbar, his friend a tire iron and kept the sledgehammer for myself when I took out my tools from my car.

Then I rang Amanda's cell phone. She saw on the display who was calling and replied, "Jacob, why are you calling again. Has something happened at home?"

"Yes, indeed it has. Are you still at your office?"

"Of course I am, attending to my job. Where else? Why are you calling me?"

"Because I didn't know that your overtime job nowadays is in Pimp Olson's fucking bedroom. Shut up and listen; we are three men standing at the pavement outside his damn entrance door equipped with a sledgehammer and other break-in tools. If you are not out of the damn house within three minutes, we are crushing the doors and coming in. When in there, I doubt that neither Pimp Olson nor his furniture will survive our attack."

The light was switched off in one of the rooms and I could see somebody looking out from behind a curtain. Two minutes later a crying Amanda ran out from the house. I told her to give me the key to her car and take a seat in my car. Eric's friend promised to drive her car to our house.

She sobbed, "Please believe me, it is not what it looks like. Please let me explain, I was only doing my work there."

I shouted back to her, "Isn't that what whores use to do for their pimp?"

Now she understood that her explanation had sounded as a confession of whoring and began to scream, "Oh My God, What did I say? I'm too shocked to think and speak in a sane way. Please don't hit me! I beg you, please don't do that! Please let me explain." 

I told her in a lower voice, "I love you and will never hurt you. It doesn't matter what you are doing, I'll never hit you."

I didn't understand anything else but obviously she had got a shock of my intentions to break in into Pimp Olson's apartment and it was better to let her calm down for a while before asking any further questions. At our home I told her that I needed some fresh air and went out, called for a taxi to a popular bar. It was a rather crowded place but after some drinks without having a seat, a girl in her late twenties fixed me a seat at her table. 

I had met her before at some job related party and even remembered her name, Jenny. She told me she been divorced for a year and I told her that I was on my way to be that after what happened today. She was curious about it and I told her how my wife had told me working overtime at her office when she been in Pimp Olson's apartment.

I think I had been drinking about one hour having good time with Jenny and her two friends when Amanda's three year younger sister Madeleine and a friend of hers came to the table and asked me if Amanda was there and when I said "No" she asked what the hell I was doing there alone with three girls.

What could I say but the truth? "Your pretty sister told me earlier this evening that she's working for Pimp Olson that is why we will split. Good news for your parents who never liked me. But I doubt that not even your parents preferred son, Amanda's noble ex had accepted any sloppy seconds after such creeps as Pimp Olson's cohorts."

Madeleine shouted at me, "Poor bastard, you've turned complete crazy."

Then she took up a cell phone from her purse and walked away searching for a quieter spot where she could call her parents for the news or rather call Amanda for asking her what the hell was going on between her and me.

Jenny took my arm and suggested us to go and I had no objections. She had an apartment not far from the bar. . Jenny asked me to sit down on a sofa and opened a bottle of red wine saying that it was what she had. I told her it was okay for me.

Of course, I ought not to been there but it was one of the most strange evenings in my whole life. Amanda told me her damn lies about working overtime a Friday evening and going to Pimp Olson's apartment where she continued lying when I called her cell. Then her stupid comment in my car, "I was working there". 

I felt that I needed to relax and it felt good when Jenny switched on her stereo with soft music. Her wine tasted good and I told her that she was a lovely girl. She thanked me with a rather long kiss and said that she was sorry because her ex hadn't understood that. I kissed her again and said that I understood her.

She had no objections when my right hand happened to find its way slight under her short skirt why I let it rest there and after a while moved it higher up on her inner tights. The only matter that existed for me now was to fuck Jenny. She put her hand on the hard bulge in my pants and whispered in my ear, "What about moving to a more comfortable place?"

I said, "Yes" and she led me to her almost dark bedroom where we stood besides the bed and slowly undressed each other. Jenny was a very sexy woman with a great body and I can't deny that I really wanted her.

When both of us were naked she took a condom from a drawer in the nightstand and rolled it on my stone-hard cock and after a long kiss whispered in my ear, "Candy-time."

Obviously her condom was one of those made for with some good taste. I sat down on the bed and she went down on her knees, praised me for my big size and began sucking me very good. Then she climbed up on the bed, laid down on her back, spread her legs and I wasted no time to get between them and entered her wet pussy.

Fucking with Jenny felt as a quite different sensation from making love with Amanda, probably because I hadn't been with anybody else during the last nine years. Jenny began to sob after her intensive orgasm and said it was because I had made her so happy. My load went off slightly after hers.

During resting and drinking what remained in bottle of wine Jenny told me that I was only the second man she had sex with since her husband had left her. Then we did it once again and even that time it was very good. 

We didn't promise anything when we parted but I was sure that Jenny would be high on my list if my marriage crushed. On my way home in a taxi I began to get remorseful about what would happen to my marriage when I found out why I had found Amanda in Pimp Olson's apartment. Of course nothing had happened during these few minutes she been there but would I ever know how many times she been there before I found out about it. Even her silly explanation, "I was only working" hurt me as hell. Working in a damn "pimp's" apartment!

My marriage would most likely crash even if I would forgive Amanda because her sister had seen that I went away with Jenny and now coming home about three o'clock in the morning could hardly be explained with, "I had to take a long walk for getting fresh air."

The truth was that both Amanda and I had done very stupid things, God only knew who was the worst sinner. 

When the taxi stopped outside my home I knew that the pleasures were over. It was the payment-time now and the price would be high. I had noted that the lights were on in the kitchen and in there I found Amanda sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.

She had red swollen eyes and asked me with a low voice, "Are you proud for what you have done."

I replied with low voice, "No, I am not. I feel as an ashamed creep plus I've even got a terrible hangover why I suggest us to have a serious talk about all our matters the first thing we do tomorrow morning. 

When Amanda had agreed to that I asked her, "What the hell have we done to our marriage? We have turned to two stinking piles of crap. Maybe I stink at little less because I haven't lied and I didn't plan my wrongdoings in advance, they just happened by coincidence.

Amanda only said, "You are sleeping in the spare bedroom."

I did and felt better at the next morning. Amanda and the children had been up a long time when I did my breakfast at nine. When the kids had gone for looking at a children program on TV, I asked, "Can we begin? Do you mind if we agree try to do it in some order and speak one at time and not interrupt the speaker?"

She got a strange expression in her face but agreed. Obviously she suspected it had to be some trick, what it really was because it would be easier to limit the problems to what had happened on Friday evening. We tossed a coin and it was up to Amanda to begin.

She said, "I'm ashamed for my lies to you but working overtime wasn't any lie. I'm negotiating with Olson about the price for taking over two worn out houses from him because we need the space where they are located. Nobody knows that Olson is the owner of that Gibraltar based company who owns the houses. It is therefore the negotiation was intended to be hold at my office at Friday evening. But I had forgot that the Christmas Party committee would have their meeting there at the same evening. If somebody had seen Olson and me together at my office our negotiation could caused him to lose big money for earlier debts and the business had been without any real profit for Olson if his creditors found out he was making some money. That was the real reason we, by Olson's demand, left my office for his apartment."

She continued, "You scared the shit out of him when he saw you standing there with a sledgehammer. I didn't had a single thought about his nickname 'Pimp Olson' because for me he was only a slum-lord who did his best get a high price for those houses I want to buy.

I've met him one evening earlier at my office and I can swear that he had never shown any interest for me as woman. I can even swear that I didn't have any slightest interest for him as a man, only for his two damn slum houses." 

Amanda ended her story with saying, "I really don't know why I lied to you in his apartment when you rang my cell. I'm ashamed about that, very ashamed indeed. If you had listened to me on the way home when I told that 'I did my work in Olson's apartment' what you pretended to hear as 'I worked for Olson in his apartment' isn't it quite different. Please believe me, my relation to that man you use to call Pimp Olson but I prefer to see as Slum-Lord Olson has been real estate business and nothing else."




Evening Class



I wasn't convinced and asked her, "Why did you lie to me about being in Pimp Olson's apartment. If your story is true, it sounds complete insane you are going to such place without telling anybody about that. A man who pimps out his own wife and hit the crap out of her for not fucking his customers is capable to do anything that gains his interests. He could drugged you, raped you, filmed it and used it for increasing the price for his slum houses and even blackmailed you for further fucking sessions. It is difficult for me to believe that you really are so naïve. Weren't you a bit concerned about what that famous jailbird would do to you?" 

She immediately objected, "No of course not. I swear that it was only real estate business."

"Why the lie about being at your office?"

"I wish I knew. I've thinking the whole night and my only explanation is Olson's demand to keep his part of that business hundred percent secret."

I looked straight in her yes and said, "Obviously there is no trust between us if you don't dare to tell me the truth about what you are doing."

Amanda said only, "Please tell me what you did?"

I told how it felt for me when I knew she was in Pimp Olson's apartment with him, her shameful lies during my call and then her explanation about working for him there. That got me to need fresh air. I told her that I met Jenny and her sister Madeleine at the bar and I had left the bar with Jenny. I had understood that if my wife had an affair with Pimp Olson, my marriage would soon be history and therefore it happened that I had sex with Jenny. The only detail I told Amanda was that we had used condoms.

Amanda didn't ask any further about my sex with Jenny, instead she asked, "Are you proud for what you did?"

"No, not at all. A revenge fuck is a stupid thing to do and only makes bad matters much worse. It doesn't matter I been drinking because I will always be responsible for what I'm doing and I did a terrible wrong thing. Of course I regret it and I'm ashamed for being weak enough for not been able to resist the temptation."

"Was it Jenny's fault? Did she seduce you?"

"Please don't blame Jenny. I'm a sane adult and responsible for my own doings. I did a stupid mistake and I know that the price will probably be very high. However, I've told you the truth and I really hope that you did the same to me. Now it is up to you to decide my destiny and up to me find out if I can trust you again. Do you want to say it now or shall we think about it for a few days?"

"Let's say we'll tell what we want to do at Friday after work. In the meantime I would like to know if you have any economic demands or conditions on me for all the work you have done on my house. Just in case if we split up."

It didn't sound very good for me but as I had never before cared about her money, why should I do it now. I said, "No, I don't want and have never wanted any money from you. Your love is enough for me. My only wish in a split up is some kind of shared custody of our children."

Then she took the children and left for her parents and promised to be back at Sunday evening. 

But at six o'clock that lonely Saturday evening I got a real surprise when Amanda rang me and asked what I doing. I told her the truth that I did some cleaning in our home office and threw away old papers I didn't needed any longer.

She made no comments about that that but said, "My parent's have invited you to Sunday dinner here tomorrow and dad wants to tell you some matter about his business."

"You mean some kind of family trial against me?"

"No, not at all. I told them the truth and got a bit surprised to find out that my family supports you in this mess."

"With such friends I will never need any enemy."

"Don't try to be funny because you don't know if you are talking with a friend or an enemy right now."

Then I talked with my children.

Next day I went to her parents' house and it was only Madeleine who teased Amanda by asking me, "Do you intend to dump my silly sis now?"

To my great relief there was not a single word about Amanda's and my problems during the dinner and even her mother said some friendly words to me. 

After the dinner Amanda's father asked me into his home office and told me that it was he who had caused those problems between Amanda and me. He told me all details about the big real estate investment he was planning to do and how important Olson's two lots were for the project. Not the slum houses but the lots where they stood because he needed them for parking. It was he who had told Amanda not to say a word to anybody not even to me because the investment was top secret until some still missing details were cleared up, people who didn't know anything could not spread any rumors, not even by mistake.

He even confessed that he had presumed that the whole town knew the rumors about Olson and it was his fault not checking out that Amanda knew about Olson's nickname 'Pimp Olson' and about his reputation as skilled womanizer. But obviously she had not known any other rumors about Olson that he preferred to keep his slumlord business away from the daylight as much as possible.

After I left Amanda alone at home she had called her father who had gone to Olson and succeed in closing the deal. Olson convinced Amanda's father that though he had fucked a large numbers of married women and during the years done several big business deals with pretty women, he had never had mixed sex with business of those. He knew about too many others who had got into bad mess for doing that.. 

Olson had even admired me for my fast action and said that it had been a pleasure to see a non-wimp husband who really cared about his wife because he had seen many wimps crying at the street while he fucked their wives. Amanda's father said that even he and his wife had appreciated that I cared about their daughter but my doings afterwards had been a bit unnecessary but even understandable.

Back home I continued sleeping in the spare bedroom and Amanda avoided me as much as possible. At Thursday morning she asked me if it was okay for me that we had the "dooming day" already that evening instead of Friday because she would be busy with other important thing then. I accepted.

Irina took out the kids with her for shopping and I was sitting at the kitchen table when Amanda came in. She was dressed in a dark gray well fitting business dress with a rather short skirt that got her nice legs visible. She was a very classy looking woman in those clothes.

She sat down and sighed, "Oh God, what a terrible time at the bank. I really would like to take a nap but have to rush to Susie and fix some matters before our Ladies Club meeting."

Susie was the chairman and Amanda secretary in a club of ladies in top positions in local companies. I presume they got useful connections and even had some fun. Now they were working with plans for their annual trip to London to see a famous show and do some shopping. Amanda used to be rather fed up with all stupid opinions from some members before they could get an agreement.

It didn't sound good to me when I was sitting there with my nerves vibrating under the skin. I knew Amanda's opinion about cheating husbands what she regarded as disgusting creeps. I can't deny that I was scared to hell but decided to go down as a man with the flag on the top without beginning to cry and beg for forgiveness.

Amanda sat down crying for a short time, opened her briefcase and laid a brown envelope with its neutral backside up. Still sobbing she said, "Sitting here in this situation is one of the worst moments in my life. I began the session when we sat here almost a week ago. It is your turn today, please begin to tell me about your opinion and suggestions if you are ready."

It felt as the doomed mans last words when I said, "I love you very much and I forgive you for everything you did that evening. Today I know that you didn't do anything wrong but I didn't know that when it happened. I'm sorry for all my terrible mistakes during that evening and night. I will only hope that you can forgive me but I can't blame you if you are dumping me. I can only beg you not to use our children against me. If you are giving me a second chance, I really hope we'll have so much faith for each other that we always dare to tell each other the truth so we can avoid such things to happen again."

Amanda looked me straight in my eyes and said, "I told my parents already at Monday how I supposed to decide in this sad matter but I've been thinking a lot during the week and even changed my mind a couple of times. However, now I have to do my final decision during this meeting. I admire you for keeping our children out of this mess and not tried to use them as a reason for saving the marriage. Whatever happens to us, the children always will need good relations to their both parents."

Then she asked me, "Could you please tell me a reason why I not dump you right now?"

"Yes I can. I overreacted because I love you so much and your lies made me think that you had terminated our marriage as a jailbird groupie to Pimp Olson just like several another upper class wives done before you. The truth is that if my love for you had been at much lower level, I would not care to act that evening and not been sitting here waiting to be dumped. However, though I will regret my cheating for the rest of my life I rather be dumped for overreacting as a loving husband than living in a marriage without real love." 

Her next question was, "Have you made any plans for the future?"

"I've been thinking a lot during several sleepless nights and have been fearing the worst to happen but not been able think about any real plans yet because my future is still in your hands and my only available choice is to accept your decision."

"Have you seen Jenny after last Friday night or talked with her about your future?"

"No, I have not seen her or talked with her. Neither have I talked with anybody else about our problems what in my opinion are family problems. We have serious problems but they are still family problems. Have you told somebody about our problems?"

"Only to my parents and my sister. What did my father say to you after the dinner?"

"He explained his new big project and your part in it. To my great relief he didn't blame me for what I had done and I didn't go behind your back asking him for any help because I know you want it to be in your own way."

She stared in my eyes and replied: "Even I've had sleepless nights while thinking back and forth k about what to do. I can tell you that my mother wants me to forgive you, my father says it is our problem and he will remain neutral and Madeleine says that she will support me whatever I prefer to do." 

Amanda continued staring straight in my eyes, remained silent for the longest seconds in my life before continuing, "Your request about shared custody for our children is out of the agenda at least for the time being because now I've done my final decision what means that I will forgive you and everything will be as it was before this mess. My love for you is still strong enough to forgive your silly mistake without creating any new conditions for us. Love and faith will be enough and of course I will agree to always telling the truth and be faithful to you."

She told me remain seating and continued, "A cheating husband ought to be dumped but you have convinced me during this meeting that it is not valid in this matter. Of course, it is an exception only for this very problem because I have felt so much guilt for how I lied to you about my secret real estate negotiations and my silly comment about working in that nasty sex maniac's apartment what must sounded totally weird to your ears. My love for you helps me over this obstacle and tomorrow we can have a new start in our marriage. My parents got impressed about your fast action at Olson's apartment and have been worried for us. In a weak moment I told them about probably forgiving you, which I regretted very much a few hours later. But my dad had got so glad that he booked us a weekend trip to Madrid for having a new start in our marriage. We are flying in business class with SAS tomorrow. I have even talked with your boss and got you a day off though I didn't know if would be for that trip or for you moving out from the house."

Now she opened her brown envelope that contained two fight tickets and asked me, "What do you say?"

"I'm grateful for you forgiving me and promise to do my very best that you shall never regret that. I'm also grateful to for your parents for supporting me but you almost scared the shit of me with that brown envelope I thought to be containing divorce papers. Thank you for saving our marriage."

Now she had risen up from the table, came to my side and gave me a long kiss and said, "Take your things back to the bedroom, but don't wait for me tonight, we have several problems to solve during the Club meeting and it will probably take time to get all members to accept our suggestions about the London trip because some greedy crashing bores want us to book some cheap hotel far away from the downtown. Susie and I will fight such stupid suggestions even if the meeting will take the whole night,"

Then Amanda looked in my eyes again and said, "Though we are sharing our bed again, may I suggest that our saved marriage celebration will be tomorrow in Madrid, because it was there it began."

"Take all time you need for your meeting because after several sleepless nights I doubt to be in a shape for any hot celebrations tonight but I really look forward to tomorrow."

"I've missed you as hell."

She gave me a hot kiss again. Then she rushed away to her meeting.

The next morning she told me that I was sleeping as a log when she was back home sometimes after eleven o'clock but even she was totally worn out and wanted only to sleep.

We were booked at the same hotel near Plaza Mayor as during our first trip there. Even this time it was a very romantic trip and we had great sex as soon as were in the room. The sex was very special because Amanda had told me during the flight that she was in her most fertile period and wanted a third child if it was okay for me. It was and we really worked hard and a month later we to our great pleasure found out that we had done what we wanted to do. 

Amanda was pregnant.

The unexpected strong support from Amanda's mother for our saved marriage was a real surprise because she had always regarded me as piece of cat-shit compared to Amanda's noble ex boyfriend. She never said anything about her support to me but one possible reason for her changing her mind might be because Amanda's noble ex now was in jail for severely beating his wife. 

Though Amanda never had any further complaints about my cheating, I knew for sure that my second chance with her even was my only chance to remain married to her. If she had preferred some kind of revenge sex, it would be a piece of cake for a rich classy woman as her to pick up some guy for one night or even for an affair. But I think that she wasaware of whata mess such easy games had created for several of her friends. I think that Amanda regarded a happy marriage as a far more valuable and as a much greater challenge to earn than easy gotten sex with some dude. 

We preferred to look forward, speak about the future and were busy with planning for the love child. 

A couple of months later Amanda even surprised me by saying that she had asked her lawyer to have our home, her house, to be owned by us together in the future. My objection was that I had never cared about her money. But she replied by saying that though that was true, it could bee too easy for her to throw me out from my home if we got involved in some minor disagreement in the future and too easy for me to pack my clothes and go away if I got angry for some reason.

To my great surprise Amanda's father offered me an important job at his new big project and I said "No thanks" at first but after a long talk after a family dinner he, his wife and both daughters persuaded me to take the job. The main reason for me taking the job was that he planned to retire within a couple of years and wanted Amanda and me run the whole business. Amanda's sister, Madeleine, was now in a law school and had no interest for real estate business. 



Evening Class



“ ‘Tear them off if you can’t unfasten them quickly,’ I ordered him, and as he started by ripping off my halter-necked lace top I assisted by snapping at my skirt zipper and flinging that aside, too. All I had on, now, were my stockings and suspenders, having kicked off my shoes in the car before getting out, so I simply fell backwards, ignoring the mud which I had fallen into, and grasped both ankles to wrench both legs apart as wide as possible as I started to piss in a steaming cascade, absolutely drenching my skirt which was still between my feet.’

‘John lost no time in stripping right off himself, and before I had finished pissing he had flung himself on top of me and his cock was already inside me, causing the piss to spray everywhere. He must have been absolutely worked up, too, for no sooner had he entered than he began to spurt, as I could feel. It was not a case of premature ejaculation – more of a case of being unable to hold back any longer. After all, I had given him more encouragement than practically any other man could have stood.’

‘I was not far behind him with my own climax, though, and so for some time we just lay there, John on top, whilst we recovered our breath. Eventually, though, I suggested we get up and move on, but reminding him that I still had on my stockings (such as they were now – more rags and tatters, actually,) and suspender belt on. I told him to be as rough as he could and try again to literally tear off whatever I still had on. It actually hurt when he violently wrenched at the suspender belt, but it gave at the fastening and he flung it aside with the rest of what was once my clothing.’

‘I then told him that I was perfectly willing to be driven back in my filthy but naked state, explaining that whatever mud was sticking to me would have my coat to protect it from his upholstery, although for his sake I would not wear it – just use it to protect his car. He seemed a little reluctant to get back in the car, though, but I reassured him that he would not lose out on anything, as I intended giving him a blow job whilst he was driving!’

‘So he partly dressed again, enough to appear decent when we were actually on the roads, and I left all my clothing where it was in the field, as it was useless now being not much more than rags after the treatment they had had. I spread my coat over the seat and leaned back on it before bending down to release his prick once more so that I could get my mouth right over it.’

‘It wasn’t long before he started to come again, and luckily we were still down a country lane and moving quite slowly, so that he had to brake whilst I sucked in all he could spurt out. After that he went limp, and asked me to discontinue for a short while to let him recover, so I just played with myself as he drove on.’

Unfortunately we met no other traffic on our way back here, or I would have been tempted to try to expose myself still further to whoever was in the other car. Anyway, on arriving home and coming up the drive to the front of the house to park I told him that a gentleman always opens a door for a lady, especially if she is completely naked and intends getting out with her legs spread as wide as possible to show off her cunt whilst she does so.’

‘He rushed round to my door and opened it, then deliberately stared intensely at my wanton display, and I took a great delight in flaunting my gaping lips for him, then just as deliberately I pushed two or three fingers right inside then offered them to him to suck! As he did so I grabbed his dick again and pulled him towards me so that as I stood up to get out he was positioned ready for another fuck. He was still a bit limp, and he said so, blaming the intensity of our previous fuck plus my sucking him off! But, it was semi-rigid enough to be able to push it in me again, and although we were in a very awkward position, half in and half out of the car, we did manage adequately until a much milder jerking from him told me that he was coming, albeit less forceful than before.’

‘After this, though, he seemed satisfied enough to escort me to the door on the promise that I would definitely see him again tomorrow night – or should that be tonight, looking at the time now?’ 

By now, though, I was absolutely raging to quench my own hunger for her, and one tug was enough for my pyjama trousers (all I had on at the time) to fall, as I plunged on top of her, receiving just as much frenzied passion as I was giving. Her pussy felt aflame with heat, and I could not contain myself sufficiently for a loving session – I felt I was raping her and wanted to do so. And she was responding to this assault with as much force as she was getting! When we finally subsided she lay panting, as she gasped out that she was well and truly fucked in every sense! She then confided that she was beginning to feel sore around her pussy area, but that every fuck tonight had been well worth while, not least the last one with me. I hardly remember any more than that for we both fell into a deep sleep almost immediately, completely exhausted!



Evening Commute



It's finally Friday. The evening subway is packed with more after work zombies than usual; not surprising given the recent temperature spike. People that usually walk or take the bus are also on the subway tonight. You stand at the back of the train still dressed in your work 'armor', almost conservative.

Your skirt, almost too short for the law firm, has a single diagonal flap at the back parting just a little bit more for mobility. You've undone a few buttons on your blouse now that it's off work hours, revealing too much cleavage and hints of your lacey bra. You don't care. It's too fucking hot. So hot in fact that you didn't bother to put on panties to cover your freshly waxed pussy.

Your mind is racing, thinking about the upcoming weekend as your eyes are almost fixated on the tracks disappearing into the dark tunnel. Your pussy getting a little damp just thinking about the love making sessions you're going to have with your boyfriend. It's hard to believe that it's been a whole month since you've seen him.

The train pulls up to a station, a couple of people get off; more people get on. Everyone shuffles to make room. Everyone is packed a little tighter in the moving sardine can. I bump into you, pushing you into the back window that you're looking out of. I mutter my apology into your ear. You turn into me slightly and mumble, "No worries", your focus never leaving the disappearing tracks. You turn your head back so you're square to the window. As you turn your head away, I catch the gentle scent of your hair. The pleasant scent filling my nose is intoxicating. I flatten my palm on the back window just next to your head to steady myself as the train pulls away from the station and disappearing again into the dark tunnel system.

With my palm on the window, I can't help but stand right behind you; my hip lightly touching yours. The train makes a slight turn and you lose your balance slightly. My free hand instinctively rests on your hip to steady you. You turn to me again and curl a half smile at me. I smile back. Like you, I try to focus on the tracks disappear in the dark tunnel, but with each shake of the train, each lateral movement, I catch the gentle scent wafting towards me from your hair. I feel a rumbling in my pants as I drink in your intoxicating scent; my cock waking up as your perfume courses through my body. My heartbeat quickens and my breathing needs control. My hand, still resting on your hip, flinches slightly as I worry if you can feel my heart beats faster and harder.

The train makes a slight lateral lurch and I shuffle my feet to regain balance. My lips, so close now to your left ear; I wonder why you haven't said anything. The rocking train moving our hips, you feel my cock slowly growing harder as it rubs against your curvy little ass. I can't be certain if it's because of the train, but it seems that you're rubbing your ass back against my growing member!

Very softly, I groan into your ear. The train slows into the next station. You cock your head slightly into me, whispering teasingly, "Did you like that?" I whimper slightly in response as a couple of passengers disembark and several more pack themselves in. The train jolts slightly as it starts again, pushing me into you slightly. I exaggerate the nudge a little, pushing my now rock hard cock into you. "MMmmm...." You respond playfully. My cock twitches against you.

The train disappears into the dark tunnel again, the passengers oblivious and disinterested in the sexual tension building in the back of the car. Emboldened by your responses, I wrap my arm around your waist, pulling you into me. My cock digging into the top of your ass near your hip, I thumb the waistband of your skirt, feeling your soft skin as I slide my thumb up and under your blouse. My fingers following, my palm presses firmly on your firm belly. Slowly, I slide my palm up, looking around to see if anyone has noticed. My hand cups your bra covered breast; massaging it gently. You lick your lips as I slide my forefinger and thumb underneath your bra, rolling your hard nipple between my fingers. You let out a wanton sigh, relaxing as your nipple gets pinched and rolled.

You continue rubbing your ass against my raging cock. All I can think about is ripping our clothes off right now. But I realise the need for discretion. I let go of your breast and slide my hand out of your blouse. I let my hand drop down between us; my finger tracing a line from behind your knee, grazing up the parted slit of your skirt. My finger lifts the hem of your skirt as I reach the top of the slit, pushing it up until my finger touches the bottom of your perky taut butt. I lick my lips as I realise that you're not wearing anything underneath. I push my finger up the middle of your asscrack. I feel you shudder as my finger touches your pink little asshole. I trace my finger back down the crack, back down towards your pussy. I feel weak in my knees as I find your pussy drenched. Slowly, I slide my finger through your pussy slit; sliding it up towards your hooded clit. You bite your lower lip and stifle a whimper as my finger touches your clit; up and down, my finger slowly, collects your pussy juice, so slowly teasing your near dripping pussy.

Your hand reaches behind you, hefting my engorged cock in your hand. You run your deft fingers up and down its shaft, stroking it through the thin fabric of my trousers. You feel my cock twitch as your fingers run along the particularly sensitive cockhead, grabbing onto my shaft as it does. Holding my cock shaft in your hand, you start rubbing your ass against my cock.

You snap slightly back to reality. You have a boyfriend whom you love and are going to fuck silly this weekend. You let go of my cock. But as you do, you feel my finger slide into you. A groan you don't catch in time escapes your throat and I plunge my finger into you, filling your pussy with my finger. Part of you wants to stop right now and be faithful to your man. The other part of you is so turned on that you're being finger fucked on the evening commute and your pussy is quivering for this other part to win. Your heart beats faster. You don't stop my finger from sliding in and out of your pussy, but your head keeps telling you to stop. Your body tenses up slightly as you think about stopping. Your mind swirling with visions of how hot the weekend will be with your boyfriend; visions of having a stranger's cock plunged into you.

I slide another finger into you. My forefinger and middle finger sliding up and into your pussy. My hand placed downwards, I push them forward a little, pushing against the front of your pussy walls. You realise that your hand is still resting on my cock. It's so hard. Wanting you, waiting for you to pull it out, to slide it into your hot wet pussy. You start stroking it again. You stroke it with more intensity this time. I sense your urgency and start sliding my fingers in and out of you faster. You place your other hand on the glass door in front of you, pushing yourself back into me. You throw your head back, your head on my shoulder. I can feel your breath, hot on my ear, panting. Between my fingers thrusting in and out of your tight wet pussy, and the sexual tension building up inside you, your heart feels like it's going to explode; and the only thing fighting your dripping pussy is doing, is pushing you over the edge. The excitement of cheating on your man with a stranger in a public place is driving you insane. Your heart races faster, my throbbing cock in your hand as you stroke it now with even more intensity. Your breathing short, panting, you let out a small whimper. Your eyes widen as you feel your pussy begin to pulsate. Your hips begin to buckle as your orgasm hits. 

Your orgasm explodes. You turn your head into me and bite down on my neck trying to stay quiet. I grunt from the piercing pain of you biting down on my neck; your fingers gripping my cock like a vice as your body shakes from your orgasm. You let go of my neck and loosen your grip on my cock as your orgasm subsides. Your heart is still pounding and beads of sweat trace your forehead despite air conditioned train.

You start stroking my cock again, slowly, as though contemplating on what to do next. I slide my and back between your legs, at the apex of your legs. Your pussy is drenched. There is pussy juice dripping down your legs. Your fingers begin to move for my zipper. Finding it, you start easing the zipper down. Just as you do, the train begins to slow again. You can feel my heart pounding into your back. Your own heart skips a beat hoping that we won't get caught. The doors of the train open. Several people get off this time, and the remaining passengers shift their now roomier accommodations as the train doors close again.

You reach into my pants and feel the long smooth shaft of my cock, cupping my balls in your fingers, playing with them a little before pulling my cock out. The train is still full, and people still lost in their own little worlds, not realising that a cock is wagging in the air at the back of the train. The train enters the dark tunnel again. You try to guide my cock between the slit of your skirt, but the slit ends too low. I lift up your skirt a little to help you out. My cock now between your legs, covered by your skirt, nestled at the bottom of your bum. You guide it between your pussy lips, tracing your pussy lips with my cock, teasing me, teasing yourself. You stroke my cock again, smearing the pussy juices my cock's collected down its shaft. 

Slowly, you ease my cockhead into your pussy. I groan through my teeth as my cockhead enters your lush pink hole. With one hand still on the window steadying myself, my other hand rests on your hip, pushing my cock deeper into your wet silken tunnel. Inching my cock in, feeling your pussy walls wrapping around my shaft. You start to push your ass back out towards me. I push at your hip, keeping the entry of my cock painfully slow. You look back at me; your eyes pleading. Your pussy sucks in the last inch of my cock, my hip against your ass. My cock buried in your pussy, filling you.

The vibrations of the train wag my cock back and forth, my cock fucking you without either of us really moving. Slowly, I slide my cock back out, an inch at a time. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly, until the tip of my cockhead is still in you. I hear you whimper, wiggling your ass at me trying to draw my cock back into you. At a snail's pace, I ease my cock back in; just an inch before slamming my cock deep into your pussy. A squeak escapes your mouth as you clamp your hand quickly over it to cover the barely audible sound. You look around to see if anyone had heard. The passengers on the train still oblivious. 

I slide my cock out again, more fluidly this time and begin a slow fucking rhythm. Sliding my cock in and out of your pink lovehole. I push you into the back window. You place your forehead on the window and push your hips back at me, grinding your hips against me as I drive my cock deeper and deeper into you. My hand on your hip, holding us steady, I start thrusting my cock faster, feeling your pussy walls around me. Your hands, both on the window now, pushing back towards me, trying to feel more of my cock in you. 

My hand on the window drops around your waist, holding you still as my hips continue pushing my cock in and out of you. My other hand reaches around, rubbing your clit through the thin fabric of your skirt. I slide my hand up under your blouse again, taking the opposing breast in my hand, kneading it in my hand as my cock continues to plunge in and out of you. You grit your teeth as you try to steady your breathing. You push back towards me again, back flat against my chest, your head on my shoulder as my cock pushes deep into you, fucking your pussy harder and harder. The movement of the train vibrating my cock in you like the fat dildo you have in your bedside table.

You start working your pussy muscles around my cock. My balls twitch as I feel the added pressure around my shaft. I try to discretely increase the speed of my thrusting hips. You keep trying to push your ass back into me, grinding your ass against my hips; my fingers rubbing your clit incessantly. One of your hands fly to my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair as you near orgasm again. I plunge my cock into you again and again, I can hear your soft pants in my ear getting more and more urgent. I feel your body tense up as you let out a long groan, your pussy clenching hard around my cock, pulsating with your shuddering orgasm. My cock begins to twitch from the added pressure around my cock, my balls begin to tense and I start thrusting my hips into you with a new sense of urgency. I start to grunt, clutching on to your body as my cock stiffens. Pushing my cock in deeper, thrusting harder. I feel my balls explode and the cum exploding out of my cock into you, spurting shot after shot into your pussy. Again and again, shots of cum shoot into you as my knees buckle slightly. My body pushes you into the window. My heaving chest in your back, spent from cumming so hard.

The train is pulling into the next station. It slows down as it reaches the platform. Reluctantly, I pull my cock out of your pussy. I ease my now satiated cock back into my trousers and do my best to straighten your skirt.

"Thank you," I whisper, before disappearing into the crowd disembarking onto the station platform. You rest your head on the slightly fogged up window, your heart still racing. You feel a slow trickle of cum running down your leg as you close your eyes, in utter disbelief to the event that just unfolded.



Evening Commute



After a day of meetings in town, I find the commuter train that will take me to the lot where I've parked my car. It's late rush hour in fall, which mean it's already getting dark. I miss the late sunshine, but the warm temperatures of the Indian summer weather we've been having are a pretty good tradeoff. On the platform, I put my tote down and fold my sweater into it. I'm wearing a knit pencil skirt and a silk knit tee shirt. My legs are bare, and the outlines of my bra can be seen beneath the weave of the shirt, but I'm hardly indecent. I'm beginning to think that should change. Hmm. Let's see if we can rustle up some trouble.

I stroll up the platform to the front car. Most of the stations along this route have exits toward the rear cars, so I expect the front car to be comparatively empty. I'm wrong; it's packed. Ah, I see why: the bar car is situated here. All the men in suits are clutching plastic cups of ice and booze. And yeah, it's nearly all men. The bar cars are slated to be abolished in a few months; the old boys club looks like they want a last hurrah. I step in, pleased by the wordless acknowledgement my entrance receives. My nipples stiffen slightly. I look down the aisle for an empty seat, and find only one: a middle seat in a three-seat bench, with an older stocky man in a grey suit with a tablet on the aisle, and a lanky fellow in pinstripes with a half-full drink at the window. I nod at them, "May I?" 

Neither of them looks delighted at having to accommodate a third, but they have the good manners to nod back and say "Please do." I put my bag on the floor at my feet and settle in.

I want to make some mischief here, but it takes me a few minutes to formulate a plan. After the conductor has come by to collect tickets, I begin squirming in my seat as if in discomfort. I make a few small "ow!" noises, and am rewarded with inquiring looks from my seatmates. Finally I exhale in feigned frustration and reach under the back of my top to my bra hook. "Oh my god, I can't stand this!" I mutter. I unclasp the hook and loosen the d-cups away from my breasts. I sigh in relief. Pinstripe's eyes widen. Next, I reach up my sleeve to pull the bra strap through, so I can slide my arm out. Then the same on the other arm. I pull my bra out of the bottom of my top and stuff it into my bag. My tits flop a bit with all this exertion, my nipples tent the front of my shirt. 

"Are you all right?" Grey Suit asks. 

I unload my vent: "Ohhh, you men just have NO idea. Those things are so uncomfortable – they use the stiffest plastic to make the stays, and they're digging into my skin," Then I gasp in embarrassment. "Oh, gosh, I'm SO sorry! I shouldn't be taking my clothes off in public! Geez!" My hands cover my giggling face. 

Both men, now fully interested in the trouble my breasts are having, reassure me that they took no offense. Hah! Of course not! My line cast, it's now time to start reeling them in. Grey Suit does my work for me by asking innocently, "Er, what are 'stays'?" 

"They're little bits of plastic that support the sides of bras with bigger cups," I offer, but I see his face still clouded by incomprehension. "Here: let me show you!" I pull the lacy garment back out of my bag and drape it across my lap. "See? These little pointy rib-like things, just outside the cups." Each man has half of the band in his lap, and both make oh-now-I-get-it noises as they finger the delicate material. "That's the price you pay with bigger breasts, I guess, " I pout. Both men blink, looking from the cups to my tits. I pretend not to notice. "I swear, I think they've broken my skin!" I complain. I reach around under my arms to rub the area of my sides where they've 'cut.'

As if the idea just came to me, I ask Grey Suit if he'll look to see if I'm right about my injury. Before he can disagree, I lift the side hem of my top to expose the skin next to my breast. My shirt still covers the breast itself, and I cup my other hand around it, as if to make sure nothing more is exposed. My nipple pokes through the fabric between my fingers, and I squeeze it for Pinstripe's benefit while pretending to pay my attention to Grey Suit. He peers at my bare skin. "I don't see anything," he says, sounding doubtful. 

I pout some more, "It's SO sore" and pull the top back down, rubbing my imaginary wound.

Pinstripe, who has finished his drink, boozily suggests, "I should check the other side!" and bless his cheek, abruptly pulls up the other side of my top. In my surprise, I don't block his tug, and all of a sudden, my whole tit is exposed. I cover my areola with my hand as soon as I can, but the whole rest of my pale globe is bare. Pinstripe examines the 'injury.' "Oh yeah, wow, that looks painful." He says, unable to suppress his grin. 

"It does hurt," I lie. His index finger traces the skin there, sending a shiver through me. I allow myself a subtle caress of the boob I'm groping. "Mmm, that's nice," I whisper. Both men exhale audibly.

Glancing at his drink cup, now empty of all but a few ice cubes, Pinstripe has another idea. "Would you like me to rub ice on it?" 

"Oh, gosh, no!" But instead of denying consent, I quickly qualify my objection. "I couldn't impose. It wouldn't be right!" 

He overrules: "Not at all. It would be my pleasure." He emphasizes the last two words in an unmistakable come-on. I blink innocently and nod ever so slightly. He takes an ice cube and gently touches my skin. The cold makes me gasp and close my eyes for a moment. Grey Suit shifts in his seat, frustrated he didn't have the ice cube idea first. I lift my breast a bit, and Pinstripe slides the ice into my underboob area. The small cube dissolved, Pinstripe's fingers take its place caressing my titflesh. He looks at me, murmuring, "Poor, poor titty. Bad bra to hurt such a pretty titty." I sigh and bite my lower lip. At this point, Grey Suit reaches over into Pinstripe's cup and fishes out another cube. He lifts his side of my shirt and administers the cold treatment. I let go of the breast I'm holding. Both tits are now fully exposed, and I'm reveling in the touches of these two strangers. Pinstripe takes the last of the ice cubes and passes it over my nipples, one at a time. I shiver with the cold and my excitement.

The conductor makes her way back through the car. Desperate to continue our play unimpeded, Grey Suit shifts so that his back blocks the view from the aisle, making a show of putting his tablet away. Pinstripe urges me, "Lean forward." I rest my head on the seat back in front, and he pulls the back of my shirt down where it belongs. This posture lets my still uncovered breasts swing free, and my new friends happily grope my tits without detection. My pussy is creaming. Grey Suit's fingers are thick, Pinstripe's are long and sinewy. They're both doing a bang-up job. 

Once the coast is clear, I lean back again, exhilarated by the danger. Pinstripe dips his head to take a pink nipple in his mouth. He slurps louder than he should; Grey Suit shushes him. I hold his head to its work. Grey Suit follows suit, licking the length of the other nipple, swirling it around with his tongue. 

I slide my hands onto both men's laps. I have to feel their dicks. Dear god, I want to fuck them both. Grey Suit slides his hand up my inner thigh, exploring my drenched panties. I squirm, trying to be quiet, but the other passengers are loud and drunk and paying us no mind at all. He pushes aside the gusset between my legs and dips a fat finger into my bald and aching pussy. I lean down to Pinstripe and lick his ear. In a moment, we're kissing, our tongues wrestling as deep as they can go. Soon, his hand is up my skirt as well, separating my labia to accommodate two sets of fingers.

Just when I'm about to climax, the train begins to slow. Grey Suit looks up, crestfallen. "My stop," he says sadly. 

"Stay," I urge. 

"Can't. Wife's picking me up." I smile fondly and give him the nipple for one last lick. 

As the train stops, I arrange my clothes into a semblance of order. Grey Suit kisses me goodbye, and nods at Pinstripe, his partner in crime, as he leaves. The train pulls out, and I turn to Pinstripe. "What about you?" 

"I'm going where you're going," he grins, stroking my covered tits. 

"I'm next," I answer, and stuff my bra back into my bag. "Wanna get off too?" 

He laughs at my double meaning. "Yes, please!"

I stand in the aisle a little forward of our seat. Pinstripe gets up to stand behind me. "I need cover," he whispers, and I immediately feel the reason. His hard cock presses into my back. I will be amazed if he can walk at all with that erection. We depart behind a clutch of other commuters, and hold back while the crowd surges to the exits and the hard on deflates. The evening air is still warm, but a cool breeze freshens the parking lot. I walk toward my car, parked in a dark corner of the lot. Pinstripe follows, taking my hand.

"You do this kind of thing often?" he asks me as we walk. 

"Do what?" I ask innocently.

He chuckles. "Take your shirt off in public." 

I laugh and counter, "Hey, wait a minute. You're the one who took my shirt off." 

"Yeah, well, you didn't stop me, did you?" 

I stop and put my hand on his chest. "Why on earth would I stop you?" I put his hand back on my tit. He inhales sharply. "Car's over here," I say, and take two steps away from him. At the third step, I take my bag off my shoulder and remove my shirt entirely. He's treated to my naked back; he hustles to catch up to me. 

"Holy shit, there are cameras here!" he cautions. 

"Then whoever's watching can see my tits!" I giggle and hit the unlock button on my key. 

My car is parked back end toward the wall, underneath the branches of a tree. Opening the back door, I drop my bag on the floor, toss my top into the front seat, and slide butt first over the seat. As I slide, I spread my legs. Pinstripe takes off his jacket and folds it neatly next to my top. He leans in over me, kissing my tits and feeling up my skirt. He pulls off my panties, finally. I love the breeze on my pussy. I wriggle out of my skirt to fully enjoy the sensation of being naked in the night. Before I know it, his pants are undone, and his hard, long cock is probing my entrance. I begin to squirm, anything to get him to enter me. He does at last, thrusting into my wetness. "Holy shit, you're juicy," he groans. 

I moan. "Give that hard cock to me, baby, Fuck the shit out of me. Come on, harder!" 

"You want it hard? Take it all, honey!" 

He begins slamming into me. I love it. I try to meet him on every push, but he's stronger than I am, and within a few minutes, my head has reached the far side door. I put my hands up to brace myself. My tits are bouncing like crazy with the force of his thrusts. His hand goes to my clit, and begins pressing hard on it. I writhe against the pressure, building up to the climax I've wanted since I boarded the train. And then I explode. I cry out and shout with every pulse of my orgasm; I don't care who hears me. In fact, it turns me on more to think we might have witnesses. After what seems like forever, I come off my peak. Pinstripe, however, has a way to go, and he continues his assault on my inner passage. I don't know if I've ever had a man harder than he is. I want to return the favor, so I start clenching my still-vibrating pussy muscles. His eyes go wide and within a second or two, he shouts "Fuuuuuck!" His come shoots into me hot and thick. I swear I can feel it in my guts. He buries his head in my tits; I press them together against his hair.

In a moment, he's breathing evenly again. I wonder if he can recover enough for me to blow him; I bet he'd like a titty fuck. He pulls himself off me, however, and pulls his pants back up. At my look of disappointment, he smiles ruefully. "Gotta catch a train." We kiss for a minute. I press my nakedness against him to try and convince him otherwise. "Some other time," he sighs. The sound of the next train grows near; he leaves me to return to the platform. He disappears into the crush of exiting commuters. 

I still sit naked on the back seat of my car. I don't care if any of the new arrivals notice me. I find a package of moist towels under the seat and carefully mop up my dripping pussy, imagining what more fun we could have gotten up to. A breeze chills my nipples, reminding me that I am not yet at home. I think for a moment if I should redress for my drive. Fuck it, it's dark. I slide behind the wheel bare-assed. I pull the seatbelt between my breasts and click it into place. Giving my nipples a pinch, I pull out of the lot. It is dark, but my neighbor's motion-detecting sidewalk lighting is pretty bright...



Evening Delight



You come home tired from a long day at work, your body aches and your feet feel like lead, You open the door and can hear the faint sound of music coming from the living room, shuffling your feet, you pull off your tie and unbutton the top buttons of your shirt, rolling your thick shoulders as you make your way through the house. 

Entering the living room the first thing you notice is the lighting throwing a soft glow in the high ceiling room. Your eyes drifting around, a murmur of approval passes your lips as you notice me reclined on the sofa, my legs to my side my silk dressing gown gaping invitingly over my full breasts. I smile temptingly at you, smoothing the liquid material over my soft curves. You sigh pleased, knowing that look and bring your hands to your belt buckle. Undoing it slowly before pulling it leisurely from the hoops, you see my eyelids drop, covering my bright eyes, shielding the burning desire with my dusky lashes. 

Slowly I slip off the sofa, my bare feet touching the hard wood floors, my smooth legs being reveled to you as I come to stand, my dressing gown brushes mid thighs. I stretch my arms above my head causing my gown to hike up so you get a peek at my shaved pussy. Swallowing roughly your eyes move in the direction of the bedroom door, your face easy to read, I shake my head, bemused at the apparent train of your thoughts. I move towards you, my dressing gown slipping at the tie, until it hangs loosely and the hem catches on my nipples. 

I reach up skimming my hand over your belly, chest and to your shoulders. I squeeze the firm muscles there, feeling the knots, I get up on tips of my toes, using one hand to catch the back of your neck, I skim feather light kisses along your neck, jaw, skating my way up to your ear, nipping the ear lope, I suck softly. You murmur, delighted at the feel of my warm lips and tongue on your sensitive skin, I pull back slightly breathing on the wet skin.

"Not in there my love..." I skim one hand down the outside of your arm, catching your fingers in mine. I bring them to my lips, kissing your big, warm hand, bringing it over my shoulder; I turn and walk away from you, moving towards the bathroom. Looking over my shoulder at you. I smile slightly as I turn and shrug my shoulders, causing my dressing gown to fall on my bent elbows. My hair moves against my skin, its pale glow reflected in the soft light. 

I move to the bath shower, leaning forward and bracing one arm on the wall and reach for the taps, my dressing gown hike, revealing my plump pussy lips, spreading invitingly as I go on my tips of my toes to test the water. You approach me from behind, gripping my hips as I brace myself again on the wall. You tilt my hips rubbing my pussy against the bulge in your pants, the course fabric heightening my sensitive skin. You use your knee pushing my legs apart as you squeeze my hips, rubbing me suggestively along your length. My head drops forward and a moan escapes my lips. My fingers curl on the tiles. 

"God... you feel good, I can feel your heat, throbbing against my slick pussy." I growl. I push back, so we're touching from shoulder to hips, squirming slightly against your hard cock, your breath comes in harshly against my neck, you drag at my gown, catching my arms behind my back, arching me against you. You nip my skin, smooth under your lips; you nibble and suck, as I try to free my arms.

"Please love." I mummer, my breasts swaying slightly as you jerk me back against your firm body. 

"Let me undress you love... please?" I beg slightly as one of your hands slips up my stomach, cupping one of my breasts as you squeeze my nipple, rolling it through your fingers before pinching it firmly. You smile against my skin; releasing my breast you let me turn in your embrace. Freeing my hands, my gown fluttering towards the floor, I unbutton your shirt, my fingers rushed down the length impatient to touch your chest. I yank the shirt tails for your pants, moaning softly when your chest is revealed to me. I twist my fingers in your chest hair, feeling it run like silk through my fingers. Freeing my hands you turn me slapping my arse softly.

"In the water my sweet" You encourage as you make short work of your pants and boxers. I shiver as the hot water runs over my skin, tilting my face up I let the water soak into my skin and hair, you step in behind me, quickly pressing your body to the back of mine, pushing my hands up above my head. You catch my hands in one of yours, pushing me firmly against the icy tiles, I groan, feeling my sensitive nipples being crushed. I moan as you put one of your hands down my stomach, running your fingers over my mound. My legs part naturally, eager for your touch. You rub your long cellist fingers against my pussy lips, already feeling my juices coating the sensitive flesh. My head drops forward, rocking my hips against your hand. One finger slips over my slit I squirm feeling the heat of your finger. You bite my neck and I tilt my head giving you better access. You nibble my flesh, I can feel your teeth grazing, the rough feel of your tongue against the softness of your lips. You pull back and blow softly on the spot you have tended. 

Focusing on your mouth, I give a startled groan as you slip one finger inside of me, God, I'm so slick, your finger slides easily in. you sigh against my skin as you start to work your finger. Soon my hips are moving with your hand, helping you impale me on your finger. 

"More... more love... god fill my cunt," I moan. You add another to your finger, I sigh in contentment, god, your fingers feel thick and I can feel my walls milking them, dragging them deeper into me.

Spreading my pussy juices with your fingers, you brush my clit; I shiver spreading my legs further. You push me forward, releasing my hands, which I merely flatten to the wall. You spread my thighs with your hands, catching one leg and placing it on the bath ledge. 

"That's it sweetie, open your cunt to me..." you growl in my ear. I feel my clit throb with every moment that passes, the hot water cascading down my back and over my arse, my pussy lips becoming sensitive as the cool air caresses my slick skin. I feel your hard cock nudge my pussy lips, and I squirm down, wanting to impale myself. You shy away, causing me to moan in frustration.

"Fuck me love... please... please fill my cunt..." I beg looking over my shoulder at you. The corner of your mouth kicks up, as you grab my arse, pulling me back slightly, you part my arse cheeks giving you easy access as you thrust deeply into my cunt. God, the stretching is over whelming, the thickness stretching me wide. 

"Oh god... oh god... fuck me love, don't tease me" you start to thrust, pressing me into the wall with every movement, 

"Yes....fuck yes.. fuck me my love..." I encourage as you guide my hips, bringing me back on you so I take you to the hilt. Leaning forward you rasp in my ear. 

"You like me fucking you my darling? Don't you? You like my cock deep in your cunt?" I bite my lip moaning my agreement. You catch one of my hands, dragging it down the wall, kissing below my ear lobe; you press my hand to my pussy, molding my hand with yours. I can feel your cock graze my fingertips, slick with my juices. I moan softly as you guide my fingers brushing my swollen clit.

"Oh yes..." I gasp feeling my desire spike. 

"I'm gonna.... I'm gonna..." I feel my mind go blank, totally focusing on your cock as it pounds into me fucking me hard, you forcing my fingers to brush my clit, faster and faster. The air locks in my lungs... god... its almost overwhelming as I feel my hips jack back, pressing your cock as deep as I can into my wanting cunt, the feeling of being stretched to the hilt.

"oooooh fuck.. OH FUCK!" I groan as my body stiffens, gripping your cock tightly in my wet pussy. 

You support my weight as I fall back on you, gasping for air, I can still feel your hard cock inside of me, throbbing, waiting for me to recover. You slip past my wet lips. 

"My turn darling" you direct in the softest mummer. I nod while as a smile tugs on my lips; you push my hair aside, and kiss my neck softly as you step back. I stand on legs that feel like jelly. I turn and lean back against the wall, looking at you before me. Your body is covered in water, slick and glistening in the light. I can see the tiny droplets in your chest hair, and I follow the trails down over your stomach the hair nestled above your cock, I can see how wet the hair is, around the base of your cock it sticks slick to your skin from our fucking, I nibble on my body lip, taking in your thick cock, jutting out strongly, the cherry head, the veiny shaft all covered in my juices. I swallow visibly as you raise your hand brushing my lips, then across my cheek to my ear. You catch my curls in your hand, tugging me forward with them, so I can kiss your beautiful mouth. 

I lick your closed lips, and as you open them, I let my tongue snake into your hot mouth, I brush my tongue over yours as it pushes back at mine, drawing your lip into my mouth for a slight nip. You groan your hand on the back of my head, twisting in my hair... you tug on my hair, forcing my face back and up, so I am looking into your eyes. You let your eyes dip, looking down at my kiss-swollen lips and then back into my eyes.

"You know I love your mouth don't you my darling?" you ask almost in a conversational fashion.

I nod, dragging my teeth over my suddenly dry lips. I go to tilt my head forward to look at your cock, I can feel it grazing my belly, you tighten your hand in my hair.

"Not yet my sweet" you tell me, seeing me shiver you smile. Pressing a firm kiss to my lips and then using your hand slowly bring me to my knees, I can feel the water hammering my back and shoulders, I look up at you, you hand stroking my head. I can feel your cock grazing my chin, and I tilt back slightly, so I can look directly at your cock. I sigh as I lovingly trace my fingers down the veins of your shaft, how silken smooth they feel under my fingers. I moan as you flex your hips, just coming short of my mouth. I breathe out through my nose, as I let your cock slide across my cheek. I can faintly smell myself on your cock. I can feel the string of pre-cum on my face as your fingers flex in my hair, impatient with my slow movements. I lean back, brushing my lips across the tip of your cock, my hand comes to the base of your cock holding it as I lick the pre-cum away, you murmur, your free hand coming to meet the other as you twist them in my wet locks.

I breathe in deeply, smelling our sex on your skin. I then push slightly forward, feeling the head of your cock part my soft lips, I bask in the feeling as it pops into my hot mouth. Like silk against my tongue and already red hot. I feel the faint pressure of your hands on my head, making me take another inch of you, I start to suck, drawing my warm tongue around the head and lovingly lashing it with my tongue. I jerk the rest of your shaft with my free hand. 

How I love the feeling of your cock in my mouth, so thick and solid. I open my mouth wider, letting you buck into my mouth. I take about half of your thick cock in my mouth twisting my head to the sides as I slide my mouth up and down your generous cock. I bring one of my hands to your balls, squeezing softly and rolling them in my palm. I feel you start slightly as my fingers graze the sensitive skin. I drag you from my mouth, rubbing you across my lips, back and forth, slowly covering them in the mix of my saliva and your pre-cum. You moan as you watch your cock tap against my lips my tongue snaking out to lick away any developing pre-cum. 

Pulling me back by my hair you force me to look up at you. 

"Do I taste good, my darling?" I lick my lips deliberately and then lower my eyes to look at your cock again. 

"I'm not sure my love... maybe I need another taste?" I hear your laughter rumble in your chest. As you relax your hand so I can return to my attentions. You push your cock against my lips, and I look up at you, whispering as I make eye contact.

"Thrust into my mouth my love..." you smile a tiny wicked smile and hold my head still as you buck your hips, pushing most of your cock into my willing mouth. I moan, sucking aggressively as my hands snake around to grip your arse. I push forward again, on the next down thrust, until I can feel you brushing the back of my throat.

"That's it my darling... take me deep" you moan as your hands flex in my hair..mmmm....I love feeling your throat against my cock" I take a few deep suck feeling your brush again and again against the back of my throat. I pull you out, strings of thick saliva hanging between your cock tip and my lips, you moan, as I run you all over my lips, popping you in and out of my mouth causing a sharp popping sound. 

You become impatient, and I can feel your hand tense in my hair. I smile against your cock.

"Love... fuck my face... I want to feel you deep..." I moan parting my lips softly. You grin down at me, and while maintaining contact you use your hand to guide me down your shaft, slowly at first, watching my soft mouth swallow your entire length. Moaning louder now. 

"Yes my darling... take it... mmm take my cock in that sweet mouth" I change between sucking and pushing my tongue out so you can go deeply into my throat. I can feel your cock throbbing in my mouth, you overwhelm my senses and I can taste more of your pre-cum in my mouth with every thrust. You thrust faster, taking my mouth almost aggressively, pulling me down time again on your thick cock. I focus on my breathing, only gagging slightly on an unexpected half thrust. You look down at me. 

"You know what I love my darling... do you think you can manage?" you ask, with the slight head nod, you take as my consent, you push me slowly down on your cock, easily meeting our normal thrust point, you then grip my head and push further, until I can feel your testes against my chin, my nose is pressed to your pubic bone, you shudder. 

"Oh yes baby... that's IT" you groan drawing out and slowly thrusting back in again. I moan which only intensifies your pleasure, how I love the feeling of you so deeply in me. 

"Ah... darlin', darlin' I want to fill your mouth with my cum..." you warn me, and I start to suck the head of your cock, flicking my tongue along the tip, I jerk your cock, you brush my hands aside and jerk quickly as I dig my nails into your thighs sucking hard on your cock.

"Oh.. OHHHHHHH! " you moan as I feel your whole body shudder, and the first shot of cum in my mouth. I moan as I feel shot after shot of cum fill my mouth, your cock throbbing, I push forward, coating your still throbbing cock in your cum, sucking the full length one last time. You flinch, pulling me back by my hair.

"Ooooooh careful now my darling.." you half laugh, half groan as I tilt my head back and smile at you. I then bring the cum up behind my teeth and push it past my lips, it runs down over my full swollen lips, down my chin and onto my heaving breasts oozing down the valley towards my navel. You cup my cheek and using your thumb you rub it along my lip, catching some of your cum and pushing it back into my mouth, I suck softly on it, cleaning it. 

You smile and hold out your hand, helping me rise. Looking my face over. You touch your forehead to mine.

"Oh how I love seeing you in my cum." you whisper. 

Licking my lips I return your smile. "And how I love wearing it."



Evening Delight



Francesca smiled as she woke up next to Michael. They had slept for a couple of hours after spending the afternoon in bed. She sat up in bed and started to move to the edge of the bed. She jumped as Michael grabbed her hand. 

'Mmm where are you sneaking off to?' Michael sleepily whispered, his fingers gently stroking Francesca's hand.

'I was just going to the bathroom.' She leaned over and kissed his lips gently. 'You keep the bed warm.' She walked over to a cupboard and took out a towel and quickly wrapped it around her. She didn't like walking around totally naked and wanted to freshen up. Michael admired her shape as she walked into her en suite bathroom and closed the door, blowing a kiss to him.

Francesca was feeling really good. She quickly sat down to pee and turned on the shower. She closed her eyes as the hot water coursed down her breasts and stomach, her pale skin was flushed as the hot water continued to flow over her. She heard a noise and turned to see Michael come into the bathroom and approach the shower. She stood to the side to let Michael in and stayed silent as he worked his hands all over her body. She leaned into his body and wrapped her arms around him as the water bounced off their skin.

Michael loved holding Francesca close in the shower. She had pulled her hair into a tight bun on top of her head and she dodged the water to avoid wetting her hair. He reached up and stroked her cheek and she reached up to stroke his. He knew he was at least twenty years her senior but he knew her desire for him was like nothing else she had felt before. They stood together silently for a moment before Francesca turned off the shower and led Michael out of the shower. He took the towel and wrapped it protectively around her shoulders before rubbing her body. He admired the shape of her breasts and the way they hung plump and free. He gripped her right breast tightly and quickly kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth to seek hers. She kissed him back and took the towel and wrapped it around him, rubbing his body down, feeling the muscles in his back and chest. She gently kissed his nipples in turn and looked up into his brown eyes. He smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand tightly.

'You know sexy, all that hard work has made me hungry.' He whispered, gently kissing her forehead.

'Oh? Well what would you like? I think you've really worked hard today!' She smiled.

'Anything is fine. What have you got in?'

'Hmm let's have a look in the kitchen.'

Francesca walked into the bathroom and put on her dressing gown as Michael wrapped the towel around his waist. He followed Francesca to the kitchen as she opened the fridge. He spotted some fresh pasta and a tomato sauce.

'Here babes we can have pasta and this sauce.' Michael smiled, getting the packets out of the fridge for her. He kissed her again and sat down on the sofa as Francesca started to prepare the food.

A little while later Francesca took the empty dishes into the kitchen and topped up hers and Michael's wine glasses. She was still dressed in her dressing gown and Michael was still wrapped in the slightly damp towel. She sat beside him on the sofa and rested her head on his shoulder. He slipped his hand down the front and stroked her breasts gently, paying particular attention to her hardening nipples. Francesca arched her back at Michael's touch and reached between his legs. Her hand soon found his semi hard cock and she grinned at him.

'What are you smiling at?' Michael laughed as his cock grew harder. 'You're a naughty girl.'

'Oh? Am I?' Francesca said softly, fluttering her eyelashes. 'I'm a very good girl.'

She stood and wrapped her gown tightly, while removing the belt from the loops at her waist. 

'Sexy sit on this chair here.' Francesca whispered as she moved a dining chair to the middle of the floor. Apprehensively Michael nodded and sat down and he quickly felt Francesca tie his arms behind his back. Satisfied he was securely tied, Francesca kissed his head and walked out to her bedroom.

Michael was unsure what to think, he loved to experiment and he knew how much fun sex with Francesca was, but he was still unsure what she was going to do next. He felt his cock harden as he thought about her. He wasn't alone for long and he looked up obediently as he heard her bedroom door close and saw her transformation.

She had dressed in a short black skirt, white blouse and a school tie, teamed with white ankle socks. She was carrying a small bag in her hand and she rested it on the sofa. He couldn't believe how amazing she looked. He knew that she wasn't a real school girl, but her youthful look was almost convincing. He felt so dirty and totally overcome with lust

'Oh sir, I think I've been a bad girl.' She whispered in a low purr he hadn't heard before. 'I think I need some.' She paused. 'Correction.' She fluttered her eyelashes and pouted slightly, leaning over to kiss his chest.

'Oh babes you look fucking amazing. Oh I'd love to correct you! Hadn't you better untie me?' He eagerly moaned. He wanted to fuck her again and fuck her hard. 

'I thought I would show you what a bad girl I am first.' Francesca purred. She had dressed as a submissive school girl but she was the dominant one now. She sat down on the sofa and took the bag in her hands. She extracted her favourite purple dildo, around 7 inches long and an inch and a half wide, as well as a bullet vibrator. She sat on the edge of the sofa, directly facing Michael, and spread her legs, revealing her white cotton knickers. She rubbed her lips underneath the cotton and sucked her fingertip, she loved to taste her sweet juices on her fingers. Francesca felt so aroused and she was relishing giving Michael such an intimate show. She pulled her knickers to the side and ran the tip of the vibrator between her moist lips. Her pussy lips weren't only moist but also swollen and pink, ready for action. She moaned loudly as her dildo entered her. Michael watched in awe as Francesca fucked herself with the dildo, still dressed in her school uniform and socks. He badly needed to fuck her but knew he was helpless as Francesca relentlessly fucked her pussy and rubbed her clit. Her pretty eyes were closed and she spread her legs even wider as she approached orgasm. Michael badly wanted to touch his cock and he could feel the precum leaking out of him. He was going to fuck Francesca as hard as he could give it and she was going to take it. She had stirred him up so badly he wasn't going to rest until he had banged the fuck out of her.

'Mmmmmmmm fuck!' Francesca moaned, becoming more breathless before she finally came, crying out loudly as she held as much of the dildo as she could in her dripping tight cunt. He was amazed by how much she had been able to take of the dildo and he desperately needed her to take his big cock. Michael's eyes didn't leave Francesca's body as she slowly pulled the dildo out. She rubbed her swollen lips and gently touched her clit, gasping with the increased sensitivity her orgasm had given her. She stood and held the dildo before her, waving it at Michael's face. He could see her juices glistening on the plastic and could also smell the sweet aroma of her cum as she approached him. 

'Babes let me fuck you!' Michael cried, wriggling in his chair. Francesca smiled at and squatted over him, her outer lips gently kissing the tip of his cock. She gently slipped the dildo into Michael's mouth and watched him eagerly suck it clean, loving her sweet taste. Once he was done she dropped the dildo behind her and eased herself down onto his throbbing dick. Michael moaned in relief as his bare cock finally found the tight pussy it had been seeking. He looked down and admired Francesca's accommodating pussy as she grinded down before easing up slowly and back down again. She had such a good rhythm for fucking him. The soft fabric of her skirt against his thighs was making sure Michael's cock carried on throbbing even harder than ever. 

Francesca continued to ride until Michael almost came deep inside her. She slowed down and gently eased up, kissing Michael's lips as she stood. By this point Michael needed to show Francesca who was in control. He was going to fuck her good and hard no matter how she wanted it. He looked at her young body and smiled to himself as he realised she was about to untie him. As he expected she walked behind him and untied the knots and he sat for a moment to allow for a greater element of surprise. Francesca was still standing beside him as Michael leapt up and grabbed her body, quickly pulling her to the ground.

'You horny fucking prick tease! I'm going to fuck you good now!' He whispered through gritted teeth. Francesca moaned lightly as Michael gripped her hard and pinned her face down onto the carpet. Michael's grip was almost hurting her as he held one hand behind her back to stop her moving. Francesca was completely at his mercy and he pushed his legs against hers to force them further apart. Her white knickers were still on and with one hard yank he ripped them down and eagerly pushed them down her legs, exposing her pussy and arse, her skirt up around her waist. With no hesitation Michael slipped all of his cock into Francesca's dripping young hole. He fucked her with such force that Francesca shrieked in surprise at his powerful thrusts. She revelled in the fact she was being fucked so hard and loved being dominated by him. He reached around to her blouse and pulled hard to tear it open and expose her bra covered breasts. He lifted each breast out of the cups and squeezed hard with each thrust, Francesca trembling with pleasure as she approached another orgasm. This time, however, Michael came first, his cock throbbing and twitching as his hot spunk fired into Francesca's well fucked pussy. As she came her muscles milked the last of the cum out of his cock and Michael released his grip on her arms. He pressed his body close against Francesca and kissed her neck. He realised that he had been rough with her and gently stroked her body as she relaxed beneath him. Being careful not to disturb her, he moved up and Francesca turned to lie on her back, smiling up at him. She slowly sat up and slipped off her clothes, leaving her naked on the floor. She was no longer self conscious but somehow seemed younger and almost vulnerable. Michael stood and held his hand to lead her back to the bedroom. She stood as Michael turned off the lights in the living room and walked with her to the bed. Francesca was tired and sleepy and Michael could see it in her eyes. He held her close as they lay in the bed together, his arms embracing her warm body. His cock was totally spent and he soon felt himself drifting off to sleep a few minutes after Francesca. 



Evening Dinner



She snuggled deeper into the covers on the bed and sighed. It had been a long day of work for her, and she was exhausted. She had spent the evening here at her boyfriend's and his parents had come over for dinner with the two of them and stayed kinda late. They were sweet but didn't catch any clues that she and their son wanted them to leave. She had been yawning all evening.

Turning her head she listened for the bathroom and didn't hear the water running in the shower anymore. After his parents had left, her boyfriend had jumped in the shower and she had laid down to take a quick nap before she headed home. Living over an hour away was hard so they always made the most of their time together.

"Hey gorgeous. I hope you're not asleep yet." Looking up she saw him standing in the doorway watching her with a smile on his lips. She noticed he was just wearing a towel.

"Of course not. But you should come lie down here because I know you must be tired too." 

She pulled the blanket back next to her. He let the towel fall to the floor, and she noticed he was already hard. He slipped in next to her pulling her close to himself. He rubbed her thigh and then grabbed her hands and pulled them up to her breasts. She softly kissed the top of his fingers. She was pretty sure she could stay here forever, taking in his scent and feeling his body up against hers.

After a few moments he slowly turned her around to face him and gently kissed her lips. She kissed him back with more passion, and then he tugged her shirt off. She smiled at him while reaching around and unhooking her bra. He pulled it off and tossed it on the floor behind him. He then took one of her breasts in his hand and slowly cupped it and then quickly ran him thumb over her hardened nipple. She let out a gasp and then he repeated with the other. She kissed him and he trailed his lips down to her nipple and he began to suck on it softly. She let out a moan when he bit down on it and then bit the other.

He grabbed her panties and tugged them off of her. He buried his face between her legs and started licking her wet pussy. Slowly at first and then faster as he felt her moving her body up toward him. She moaned while he licked her hard and fast. When he put his tongue inside her she let out a muffled scream. 

Pushing him back she got on top of him and kissed him. Their tongues met and they swirled around in each others mouths as though they were making love to each other. 

She crawled down and got between his legs. Bringing her head down she locked eyes with him as she began to lick his rock hard cock. She licked his balls then sucked on them. Coming back up she licked his cock again. She grabbed it by the base and took it deep into her mouth. She came up slowly and flicked the tip with her tongue then pushed it back in her mouth quickly. She came back up slowly once again and flicked the tip with her tongue a little harder then came down quickly and repeated a few times until she heard him moan and felt his cock throb inside her mouth.

He sat up and pushed her down on her back. Kissing her hungrily she felt his cock right against her pussy and she moaned and pushed up toward him spreading her legs a little wider. He pushed it inside her, and she let out a scream. He kept thrusting at her, faster and harder each time. She locked her arms around his neck and moved with him feeling herself getting closer to an orgasm. They climaxed together, and as he pulled out she felt their juices flow out of her.

He collapsed next to her, panting. She smiled at him and snuggled into him. "You're pretty much amazing", she whispered. He didn't say anything back but just held her tighter. She closed her eyes and took it all in. Never before had she felt so loved and protected by anyone. After a few minutes she whispered his name. When there was no response from him she knew he was asleep. 

Slipping slowly from the bed she picked up her clothes and put them on. She watched him for a few moments. He looked so peaceful and content. She leaned down and pulled the covers up to his chin then kissed him softly on the cheek. "I love you", she whispered. He watched her leave the room and heard her close the front door behind her.



Evening Drinks



This is my first attempt at writing a story. Although it isn't true I'm hoping one day it will happen. If anyone out there enjoys it please let me know. 




We lie on the beach in the last flickers of the warm Greek sun. My eyes closed, I can hear parents gathering the towels, balls, and clothes and summoning their children. I open my eyes and look around, the sun slowly dropping to the horizon, people packing up for the day, the smell of food being cooked from the bar at the back of the beach. 

My watch says six o'clock. This is bliss. My skin is warm and salty from a day on the beach. I feel wonderful.

I look over at my wife, lying on her back, spread on the beach towel, her eyes are closed and she has a look of complete happiness on her face. I am 50 and Mel 48. We have been together for 25yrs and this is our first holiday alone. Previous holidays had been with the children but now with the eldest living away and the youngest on a school trip for a week we had both jumped at the chance for a break. 

I lean onto my side and let my fingers trail over her stomach. She smiles warmly. 

"Fancy a drink? The sun is over the yard arm" 

"Oh yes" she replies "That would be perfect" 

I look at her lying outstretched. 5'4" size 10/12, shoulder length honey coloured hair. Her 36D boobs, still firm despite her age glistening with lotion. Her black bikini bottoms barely covering her well trimmed pussy. God she looks good and I gently trail my fingers over her dark nipples. 

Her eyes open "Hey we are on a public beach, pack it in." 

I laugh "Yeah you're right, come on let's go for that drink."

Mel slips on her black bikini top and steps into a beach skirt. Leaving our towels and other belongings we head up to the beach bar. I put a hand across the bottom of Mels back and slowly let it fall to squeeze her bottom. 

She leans against me "Yummy that feels good Paul, but you'll have to wait till later for more."

"Promises, promises." I say smiling.

Mel looks me up and down. I'm 6'4", slim, reasonably toned, short light brown hair going very grey, piercing blue eyes. She smiles. 

There is only one beach bar and it seems fairly busy, smoke wafting across the beach from the barbeque. More like a rectangular shack with a large overhanging awning over the front it serves food and drinks. Some of the tables are under the awning and some placed in the open sun. It is the obligatory happy hour and the bar hums with life. I order a large beer for myself and a fresh Mojito for Mel. The tables are full so Mel and I sit on high bar stools tucked away at the small end of the bar. Leaning against the bar we watch people come to order. We wave and smile at the few people we had talked to earlier in the week.

The beer tastes good and the world is becoming a peaceful place. We chat about this and that sitting close with thighs brushing against each other. Fingers sometimes touching, occasionally a tender kiss.

On our second drink we are joined by a couple who we had met previously. Craig and Shelia are in their early 40s and are on holiday with their children who are 11 and 13. 

Craig is 6'0", he is slim, likes to keep in shape, and has shoulder length light brown hair with no hint of grey.

Shelia is very pretty, 5'6" tall, l guessed at a size 14. Curvy, and a very large bust. I had tried to size them and Mel reckoned 48DD.    

I offer my stool to Sheila and she sits looking out over the beach to check on the kids. I order drinks for them both and we all relax making light conversation, the four of us laughing and talking like old friends. Another stool becomes available and Craig pulls it next to Mel and sits down. I notice he is close to her but think nothing of it. 

The kids arrive and with a sigh Shelia finishes her drink and says she is leaving to get them in the shower as they will be eating out later. Craig stands to go but Sheila tells him to stay and have another beer while they get ready. He protests for about 2 seconds, grins and orders more drink. With Shelia gone I take her seat. It seems a little odd, with Mel and Craig sitting close, and me sitting opposite. I wonder if Mel is feeling the same but she doesn't seem to notice. A few minutes pass and she excuses herself, making her way to the toilets. 

"So where are you eating tonight?" I ask Craig.

"Not sure" he said "What about you two?"

"I think we'll have a bite here, a few more drinks, and then maybe one on the balcony."

"Ah an early night then?" he laughs. 

"Something along those lines" I couldn't help but smile.

"You're a lucky man, Mel is a fabulous looking woman and to be here with no kids must be good. I wish I was in the same boat."

"Yeah, we have had countless holidays with the kids and it certainly puts the brakes on sex" I laugh, but Craig doesn't.

"Is it something I said?" I look closely at him

"No, sorry, it wouldn't matter if the kids were here or not, Sheila hasn't been very sexual at all over the last few years." 

"Hey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry" I reply not knowing what to say.

"Its ok" says Craig "Not your problem, and I shouldn't have said anything, anyway if you need any help with Mel later let me know" he laughs out loud. I am so surprised at what he said I just laugh with him.

We both watch Mel glide back into the bar. She has that smiley, dreamy look on her face that means she is happy and slightly tipsy. I smile as she sits down.

We both look at her for a few seconds "Did I miss something?" she says laughing.

"Ermm no" I say too quickly.

Her eyes narrow "Have you two been eyeing up the beach babes while I've been away."

"Craig has" I smile "I never looked at all"

She turns to Craig laughing "So Sheila isn't here and you're scanning the boobs and bottoms."

"No, not really" said Craig, he pauses, "Well there is one woman I've had my eye on." 

He looks at me. I just look back not sure what to say.

She laughs "I really don't want to know." 

I know what he is saying but whether it is the beers, or the relaxed warm surroundings, or too much sun, I don't know, but I am intrigued rather than annoyed. The stirring in my shorts certainly does surprise me. 

Craig gets up and heads for the toilets. I stand and move closer to my wife kissing her softly. The split in her beach skirt is full length and it allows me to run my fingers up her thighs. Because we are round the corner of the bar no one can see and standing up I shield her from anyone else who has prying eyes. She giggles as my fingers slip inside her bikini and I can feel how hot and wet she is.

"Oh lovely" she breathes "Are we going soon?"

The sun was very low by now and normally I would have said yes, desperate to fill her and make her cum. But I was intrigued by the insinuations from Craig.

"Maybe we should have another drink with Craig?" I say as the tip of my finger glides up her pussy lips. 

"Yes, ok" she whispers "but not for too long I hope."

I press close to her, kiss her and pull my hand away. She looks so sexy.

"Hey, get a room" laughs Craig behind me. 

I turn to face him. I laugh as well "Didn't see you there."

Mel blushes slightly. Craig smiles. 

He stands and orders more drinks. I move back and sit on the stool opposite them, my mind racing.

Craig and Mel sit close, side by side.

"So who is the tart you have been eyeing up Craig?" she asks raising her eyebrows.

"She isn't a tart, well I don't think she is" he replies.

"But Sheila is a lovely woman, you wouldn't really cheat would you?"

Craig looked a little more serious "No I wouldn't, but sometimes I think I deserve to."

Craig opens up a little and begins to tell Mel the same things he told me about Sheila not wanting sex.

"Wow" said Mel "has it been a long time?"

Rather ashamed Craig says yes, it has been almost six months. I whistle and Craig laughs nervously.

The awkwardness is broken by the ringing of a phone. It's Craig's. He stands and walks onto the beach to answer it.

Mel pulls me close "If we ever get like Craig and Sheila please tell me, I would hate to think I ever make you feel ashamed."

"What, with your perfect sex drive I'm sure it will never come to that" I smile at her. 

She smiles back "My sex drive eh? Are you insinuating I'm a bit tarty?"

"Maybe" I look at her full boobs licking my lips

"Oh, I think I like being your tart, I wonder if I'm as tarty as the woman Craig has been drooling over?"

"Ha Ha, well I think you could both be very similar" I couldn't help my smile.

"Oh my god, you know who it is!" she says excitedly.

"Well I have an idea although he hasn't said it openly."

"Stop teasing and tell me."

"She's behind the bar now." I point to the mirror behind the bottles. She looks at the mirror, then at me then back to the mirror. Her mouth drops open. 

"No way!" she exclaims.

"Well I think it's you he has his eyes on." 

"No way" she repeats "I think you've been in the sun too long" she laughs "What on earth makes you say that?"

"Oh just the a few things he said and the way he looks at you."

"Well, I think your wrong and anyway it doesn't matter because I'm a one man woman." 

She leans in and kisses me "Well one man at a time anyway" she jokes.

"You have been warned" I reply, not really sure what else to say. 

"Well that's a shame" said Craig on his return "Sheila isn't feeling well and the kids are tired so they've rustled up some burgers and are having an early night" he smiles broadly "so it looks like I'm all alone for a few hours." 

To my surprise Mel pats the stool next to her and says "Well park your cute bottom here and keep us company then. Maybe you'll spot the tart you've been drooling over and get to meet her." 

Craig smiles but he doesn't reply, he sits down and finishes his drink.

"Maybe, she's already here" said Craig looking at me. My heart jumps.

"Oh where?" asks Mel innocently, she looks around the bar "Give me a clue, what does she look like?" 

"She's older than me" says Craig "Terrific body, delicious looking boobs"

While she looks around the bar, or pretends to, Craig stares at me and smiles. 

I smile back and my cock begins to stir again. Craig leans behind Mel and rests his hand on the bar. 

She turns back to us "I can't see her at all, I think your teasing me, anyway after six months waiting she will be a lucky woman, it will be like an volcanic eruption." I notice a glint in her eyes I have not seen before. 

We all laugh and I noticed Craig slowly pull his arm off the bar and around Mel's waist. 

Mel is laughing and happy and barely notices his arm round her. She laughs and bends forward holding onto Craig's thighs to stop her from falling off the stool. She calms down and we all slowly stop laughing, neither of them moves their hands.

She strokes his bare thighs "I'm sorry Craig we shouldn't laugh."

"That's ok, I suppose its married life, and we all have ups and downs."

Mel leans up and gives him a peck on the cheek and starts giggling again "but there isn't much going up and down is there."

"I wish" he says. 

By now he has his arm higher around her torso. I can see his hand sneaking round her just under her boobs. Mel certainly notices this and I see the realisation on her face that what I said earlier was definitely true. 

"So what's the plan tomorrow" I ask Craig. I watch as his fingers slowly trace the sides of my wife's full breasts.

"Not sure" he replies "Could be the water park with the kids." Craig's hand starts to cup Mel's breast. She looks at me searching for something. Does she want me to stop it, or is she asking my permission.

"Yeah, I've heard it's very good, we might try it ourselves." Mel eyes are half closed and her hard nipples are pushing against her bikini top. Her hand drifts higher up Craig's thigh to the line of his swim shorts. Craig's other hand reaches across teasing her hard nipples. My cock is the hardest it's been for a long time. Craig smiles at me and I smile back my approval.

With no warning Mel snaps back to reality and is off to the toilets.

"Are you ok with what just happened?" asks Craig

"A bit strange but yes I think so, back in a minute."

I follow Mel to the toilet block down the beach. I call out and she stops.

She looks at me, uncertain and confused "I'm so sorry" she says.

"What for?" I ask.

"For not stopping him, I think I've had too much to drink, and with you turning me on earlier" there is real concern in her eyes.

"Hey, stop talking nonsense, I knew he wanted you. Didn't I say so? And I could have put him in his place earlier and he would have got the message. So it's my fault and I'm the one who is at fault."

"So why didn't you stop him?" she asks.

"To be honest it seemed very light hearted and knowing other men want you is a compliment to us both. Isn't it?" 

Mel smiles weakly "I suppose."

"But I feel guilty" she blurts out.

"Why?" I ask.

Mel takes a deep breath "Because I was really enjoying it and I shouldn't, it felt good that you were watching." 

I take her hand. It's growing dark and there's no one around.

"I have a confession." I take her hand and pull her to my hard cock. She feels me through my shorts. She's confused.

"Yes it turned me on as well."

Her face shows some relief and she guides my hand to her bikini bottoms where I find her soaking pussy. 

"Looks like we both have found something we like" I say "Ok, we can go back to the bar and go with the flow, or me and you go to the beach, it's your choice."

"You choose" she replies nervously.

A minute passes as we look at each other, both deeply in love and very unsure of what is happening.

"Well" I say slowly "Let's explore some more, if at any point one of us isn't happy we just have to say and we go back to the apartment, ok?"

"Ok" she smiles nervously "You don't really think I'm a tart do you?"

"Yes" I reply "You're my tart though." I slap her bottom and she smiles. 

We both walk back into the bar to a smiling but embarrassed Craig. 

"I didn't think you'd come back, and I'm so sorry Mel that things got a little out of hand"

"I think things got into your hand" laughs Mel.

Craig smiles broadly. She slides onto the stool next to him and I pull mine in a little closer.

"So which of you men are buying the next round I'll have a cocktail I think." She eyes the menu "I could have a Sex on the beach, a slippery nipple, a long sloe screw, an Orgasm or even a Wet spot, but I've already got one of those. Ok ill have an Orgasm please"

She looks defiantly at us both and we all laugh. I shout in the order and we wait for our drinks.

The bar is less crowded and people are leaving. There are no overhead lights at this side of the bar and other than the fridge lights spilling out we are in a semi gloom.  

Mel is sat against the bar and I notice Craig lean behind as he had done earlier then slowly his arm went around her waist. We drink and I watch as he slowly trails his fingers along her stomach. She responds slowly and places her hand back on his thigh. My cock rises in my shorts and by the look of things Craig is feeling the same.

"You ok Paul?" Craig asks.

"Yes I'm good, just enjoying the view" I smile.

I watch as Mel runs her fingers over Craig's shorts. Her eyes widen a little and she gasps very quietly "Oh my" she says and swallows hard. Craig grins.

I pull my stool forward a bit more placing my legs between Mels. The beach dress with the slit down the middle opens up to show her skimpy bikini bottoms. I reach over and take Craig's hand placing it on my wife's thighs. He almost groans out loud with excitement. 

"The water park will good tomorrow" I say leaning back trying to make everything seem normal to the last of the customers who probably have no idea anyway what is going on.

"Yes" says Craig. I watch as he slowly traces the outline of my wife's pussy through her bikini.

"It can get very hot in the day though, can't it Mel."

"Yes" she breathes "Very, very hot." 

Her eyes are half closed again. "Oh fuck!" she whispers as she rubs Craig's cock through his shorts. Craig slips his fingers under the side of Mel's bikini and she bites her lip to stop her moaning out loud. Instinctively she opens her legs. Craig has two fingers gently rubbing her swollen clit. Mel reaches down pulling her bikini aside staring at me and urging Craig to carry on. Her pussy exposed, she almost yelps as he slowly guides them inside. My heart is racing with a mix of emotions and my cock is the hardest I've ever known it

Suddenly straightening herself and removing her hand she pushes Craig away and takes a gulp of her drink.

With shakiness in her voice she says "I'm sorry, but unless you want everyone in the bar to know what we are up to we had better stop." 

"Yes, your probably right" I say "Better go get our stuff off the beach and head back."

"Yes, definitely" Mel agrees.

The look of disappointment on Craig's face makes me smile. "Ok" he says "I understand, but I've had a wonderful evening and id like to thank you both."  

"Well, we had better find our stuff, its dark now, maybe Craig can help us look for our towels, what do you think Mel?"  

She looks at me dreamily, her breathing heavy "Yes it will be dark and we might not find everything on our own"

Craig's whole face lit up.

We walk slowly down the beach. Craig is in front and I hold my wife close. Whispering in her ear I ask "Are you sure you are ok with this?"

"Yes she says as long as you are, and anyway it will be light hearted and probably nothing heavy."

"You have no idea how hot you looked when he was inside your bikini."

"You have no idea how good it felt knowing you were watching" she replies.

Craig got to the spot were we had been earlier. All our clothes are there in a nice neat pile as I knew they would be, so no need to look for anything. Mel walks to one of the sun loungers and sits on the side. The night is warm and the stars are out in full. The beach is deserted. 

There is an awkward silence until Mel says nervously "Come here both of you." 

Craig sits next to her and I sit on a lounger facing them. 

"So I'm the woman you've been eyeing up?"

"Yes" said Craig.

She hesitates and then kisses him slowly.

"Well it feels sexy to be lusted after and watched, and with Shelia not satisfying you, it would be a little rude not to help you out." Mel breathed the words and I knew how turned on she was. 

"Oh my, is this a dream?" said Craig as his fingers tangled into her hair and they start to kiss more passionately. I can see her tongue slipping between his lips. He moans his appreciation and his fingers waste no time in teasing her nipples. I have no choice but to watch and I can stop this at any point but I really am enjoying it. They kiss and grope and moan until Mel comes up for air and tells him to stand up.

"Mmmmmmm" she moans dropping to her knees "Now let's see if you're as big as you feel?"

She hooks her fingers in his waistband and slowly drags his shorts down. My heart is pounding so much I can almost hear it. She pulls slowly but the shorts are caught. A harder pull and his cock releases the waistband. 

"Oh my god!" she gasps "That is a big one."

Craig's cock looks about Eight and a half inches, fairly thick and rock hard. Mine on the other hand is probably a good inch smaller and not quite the same thickness. It had never crossed my mind that Craig would be bigger than me. My mind whirled, I feel pangs of jealousy. Then I remembered that I can stop this when I want. Maybe Mel is just going to fool about a bit, give him a quick rub, relieve his pressure. I relax a little and watch my wife of 25yrs stare at it, then take another mans cock in her hand. She wanks him very, very slowly never once taking her eyes off it. Then to my amazement I watch as she licks her lips and leans in to kiss the tip. 




Evening Drinks



"Ooohhhhhh yess" she moans softly as she opens her mouth to suck on the head.

She savours his cock, taking the head in her mouth, licking up and down his shaft, moaning, gasping; she really is lost in the moment. She looks across at me as she slides the head between her lips. Her eyes then close with lust as she takes him deep in her mouth. Then her tongue is up and down the hard shaft again, Craig moaning softly.

"Does that look naughty baby?" my wife says to me.

"God yes, you have no idea" I reply.

"Mmmmm so I'm the tart you want Craig?"

"Fuck yes" he replies.

"You like this tart sucking your big hard cock?"

"Fuck" was all Craig could say. 

"You like it Paul when your wife sucks like this?"

I am speechless and I feel sick and excited at the same time. Craig can only moan.

"Mmmmmmm what do you think Paul, should I let this lucky man mount me?"

I am staggered by the ease she is saying all this. Mel and I had over the years had our fair share of talking dirty but now she really seems to mean what she is saying. 

"What do you think honey, should I let him fill me with his big cock?"

I don't know what to say. I am filled with lust and dread. My shorts are off and my cock is hard in my hand.

I have to move. I walk over and kneel behind her. My fingers hitch up her skirt, up and over her bottom. She moans her approval. She gasps as I untie and pull her bikini bottoms away. I can hear her moans being muffled by Craig's cock as she takes him in her mouth again. His fingers grip her hair. 

She pulls back off Craig and gasps as I kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders. 

"Oh yesss" she moans.

My fingertips circle her bottom before dropping lower.

"Oh fuck" she cries as my fingers trail up her lips.

Yessss" she moans "Am I wet enough baby?"

I move back on my knees and slide two fingers inside her soaking pussy. She virtually screams with pleasure as the first small orgasm goes through her. Now panting, she rides my fingers and the waves of pleasure. I'm sure Craig is ready to cum and he pulls away from her mouth so he doesn't. 

"Mmmmmm that's good Paul, do I look good from behind?"

"Oh yes" I reply.

"Lovely" she gasps "It feels good being on all fours for you both."

My heart skips two or three beats when she says "for you both."

She stretches herself out pushing her bottom high. She looks perfect. Slowly I wank while I admire her. In a split second Craig is around me and even if I want to stop him I don't think I could. I look at the size of his member as he drops to his knees behind her. His hands rest on her hips. His toned body highlighted in the light of the stars. 

"Oh fuck" he groans as he gets a perfect view of Mels dripping pussy.

"Oh no" Mel manages to say, when she realises what might happen "Paul?" 

Is that concern in her voice that things have gone too far? Possibly, but to me it sounds like she needs my consent for something that doesn't alarm her, it's consent for something she wants badly. 

Craig stops in his tracks and looks at me waiting.

I am to the side of Craig and watch as his cock bobs up and down, inches from my wife's pussy. Craig looks at her perfect ass and her open lips, he is desperate to fill her.

I feel as though the night had suddenly become warmer, the air thicker, and a heady intoxicating atmosphere. My cock is dripping pre cum. I move back and sit on the other lounger. This was no ones choice but mine. Yes my heart is pounding and I can feel the jealousy deep, deep inside, like something eating me alive, but overriding it all is the lust I am feeling. My loving wife there on the sand, on her knees, asking for permission to ride another mans cock. No not asking but virtually begging me to let it happen.  

"What do you think honey" I say shakily "shall we see if it fits?" 

"Yesssssss, I could try a little bit." 

I watch as Craig holds his cock in his hand and guides the tip to her wet lips. Now with one hand on her hip and the other guiding his cock he pushes slowly against her.

"Ohhhh" she moans "oh fuck." 

I watch as Craig slides the head very slowly between her lips.

"God that's nice" I hear Mel say.

Craig teases her lips and the opening of her pussy with the head.

"Yes please" Mel almost begs and slowly backs herself onto him.

"Heaven" Craig says deeply as he pushes deep inside. Mel gasps like she is running out of air. Her fingers are clawing in the sand. He is now fully inside her stopping to let her get used to the size.

With both hands now on her waist he steadies her and slowly withdraws a few inches before easing back inside making Mel whimper with pleasure.

"Does it fit baby?" I ask.

Her reply is low satisfied groan. She turns her head to me, her eyes on me as I stroke my cock. 

Craig picks up the pace slightly and Mel with her pussy full can hardly breathe let alone speak. Her eyes close and she is enveloped in lust. I watch this surreal, erotic sex act unfolding. My wife on all fours being filled by another man, and she loves every minute of it. Getting her breath back she is beginning to moan her appreciation. Her bottom now rocks back against his cock, riding him and wanting more inside her.

"Ohhh God" moans Craig as he holds her still, pushing very slowly forward he fills her. 

"Ohhhh no, I'm sorry Mel" he says as he holds still "If I carry on I'll cum too soon."

Mel doesn't care "Please don't stop" urging Craig to carry on.

Holding her tight Craig starts to pump her pussy harder. Her ass pushes up higher as Craig lets himself go, knowing she wants him no matter how long he lasts. I can hear her pussy making squishy noises as he drives deep inside her. God she must be soaking. 

"Fuck" she moans and I can see her tense, her head lifts and her back arches. I know she is about to cum. I watch as Craig holds her waist tight, he groans, his cock swelling further in her tight wet hole. He pushes hard inside her as his cock spurts its warm cream, filling her pussy 

"Yes, yes, yes" whimpers Mel "God yes."

Craig groans more as he continues to spurt inside her. Mel buries her head lower to the sand and repeating "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" as she bounces back and forward on his cock the orgasm overwhelming her, her pussy milking his cock. Mel momentarily looks up at me and the look of desire and lust on her face makes my cock splash its first load onto the sand. Her eyes roll back and she is lost and barely conscious in the pleasure of her orgasms. 

They rock slowly together for a minute as the feelings subside. Mel falls forward onto the sand panting loudly. Craig sits back on his knees taking in deep breaths and exhaling slowly. He looks over at me and I grin back at him. He smiles and stands. 

"I'd better go" he says quietly and with some guilt? "Thank you both."

I nod "Ok, no worries."

With that he pulls his shorts back on and disappears into the gloom.

I crawl across the sand to Mel and lie at her side. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me. We lie together in silence for a long time.

"One holiday without the kids and look what happens" she smiles nervously.

"No children and we turn into sexual deviants" I whisper "God you're a bad girl."

"I know" she says "but it's the first time I've been a bad girl and it's your fault." 

"Have we done a really terrible thing" she asks her face looking serious "Will it change things?"

"At our time of life maybe it's ok to have some fun" I reply "And no, it will never change how I feel towards you, what about you?"

She kisses me again "It doesn't change how I feel for you either. It was as though we both shared something different. It would never have happened without you being there. Watching me is what made it so deliciously naughty. I felt like a porn star in a film just for your eyes only. And Craig, well he was just the other actor."   

I laugh "Well he certainly had the qualifications to be a porn star he was definitely big enough for the part."

"Yes" Mel laughs "I suppose he was."

"Well, come on my porn queen" lets get back "we got a big day tomorrow."

"We have?" she replies.

"Yes, I think we should go with Craig and Shelia to the Water Park" 

She laughs out loud and thinks I'm joking. But the thought of Craig's big member stretching her again was already making me hard.



Evening Drive



We left home at 7:30 p.m., as the temperature finally dipped below 80, a pleasant drive in the car I thought, just an hour or so. Smiling now, realizing that I should have known better, known what summer evenings do to my lover.

My Heaven, I always call her that now, for heaven is where she takes me, time after time.

She is so beautiful, sensual, and downright sexy, I adore her so.

I suppose the fact that she was wearing only a thin tank top and mini skirt should have told me something, especially when I know she never wears underwear. So there we were, driving down the deserted highway, the windows down, wind streaming Heaven's hair out, the cool breeze such a delight after the muggy heat of the day. I could feel her eyes looking at me, and glanced at her too. I smiled, noticing what she was doing, her hands were on her wonderful breasts, stroking her nipples, rubbing her fingers back and forth over them, staring at me, with that look in her eye, as she licked her luscious red lips. Her nipples were already granite hard from the cool breeze, and I thought to myself, "here we go, she is going to ask me to stop somewhere so we can fuck in the open air," But was I complaining, hell NO.

Open-air sex is delicious, we both love the feeling of cool air on hot naked skin as we make love. Knowing we were still half an hour away from the woods that we love so much, I just smiled at her, and licked my lips also, then I tried to keep my eyes on the road ahead. I heard the passenger seat sliding back, and from the corner of my eye, saw Heaven's feet as she placed them on the dashboard. Now I WAS getting hot, just thinking of her sweet naked pussy, the dampness enveloping it, as the cool air swirled around it. Oh fuck I wanted her then, right there, so I put my foot down, faster now, this was too much, God I love this lady. 

Hearing her moaning, I looked across. She had pulled the tank top up, and both her tits were free now, the nipples dark and swollen, my cock joining them. As I saw her pinching the right nipple, tugging it, and making those delicious pre orgasmic sounds of hers, my cock now pushing against my shorts, I tried squeezing my legs together, but I was wasting my time, the pain so intense, and so pleasurable. Then Heaven reached out, gave me a gentle squeeze, and whispered hoarsely

"Soon lover, that is all mine, oh yes it is, every fucking part of it"

Trembling in sexual anticipation by now, it was taking all my will power to keep my eyes on the road. I saw her hands come up to her ankles, and run slowly down the inside of her legs, God, I had to look, as she slid the short skirt to her waist, and sighed softly. Leaning across, she whispered in my ear, "My clit Tiger, it is so hard for you, I am touching it, caressing the tip softly, wishing it was you, your tongue licking me, drawing slow circles round it, before you suck it, with that wonderful mouth of yours." Looking across I could see her hand, moving up and down as she rubbed it, harder and harder."

Crying out "Oh God" she slipped a finger in, fucking herself with her left hand, and she reached over, grabbed my cock, and started stroking it.

Still 5 miles from the woods; I was going as fast as I dare, but God did I want her. I tried to shut her out of my mind, but I could here her moaning, sighing as she played with herself. She was telling me, " I am so wet Tiger, my slit is dripping, waiting for you, do you want it, want to be where my finger is, inside your baby's hot cunt, mmmmmm, do you want to taste me Tiger?" And with that, she slid her finger onto my mouth, I swerved, nearly crashing, this was too much, I couldn't stand much more, then she slid her hand on my cock again, leaning in to lick the head, I almost screamed.

At last we reached the turn off, I drove like a madman, reaching our clearing in record time.

Stopping the car, I turned, looked deep into her eyes, and said

"Now Heaven, it is my turn," and stepped from the car. Opening her door, I almost dragged her out, my gaze following her magnificent tits as they swayed with her movement. I was holding her right hand, and before she realized what was happening, I cuffed her to the wing mirror, pushed her down onto the hood, and quickly cuffed her right wrist too. She gasped, looking at me in amazement, then smiled, as I quickly dropped my shorts. I leaned over the hood to kiss her, my hot prick pressing against her, as two hard nipples bored into my chest. 

I leaned forward; licking her arm, from her hand to her armpit, as I pinched hard on her nipple, tweaking it, then let my tongue slide to her breast.

I kissed each nipple once, laughed softly, and went to the trunk of the car, where I opened the Kool bag, and removed a bottle of Bud, and opened it. I stood in front of her, drinking the Bud, letting it cascade down my chin and chest, as I stroked my hard cock.

I could see the lust in her eyes, as she looked quizzically into mine, wondering what I had planned for her. Reaching out, I grasped her tank top, straightening it, and covering her tits, as she pouted at me, then I moved closer, holding the cold beer bottle above her, and slowly trickled the beer over her erect nipples, hearing her gasp. Leaning in, I covered her left nipple with my mouth, and started to suck it, through the thin material, tasting the beer as she squirmed, I bit down on to her nipple, and she screamed out "YESSSSSSSSSSSSS" as I pulled on it, her legs thrashing in excitement. Turning my attentions to her right tit, I bit again, as I pinched and tugged the left one, she was moaning out loud now, saying , "Please, oh god please fuck me"

Lifting my head, I smiled, moved close to her ear, nibbled on the lobe, and whispered "Soon Heaven, very soon."

Stepping back, I placed the bottle on the ground, and unfastened her short skirt, sliding it our from under her, then smiling, I placed it over her face, completely blocking her view. Smiling softly, I took hold of her legs, parting them, and lowered my face to her wet sex, softly blowing hot air onto her lips, she squirmed, screaming almost, as my tongue stroked her lips, just teasing them.

Raising my head, I again picked up the cold beer, lifting it, holding the bottle above her mound, then resting the base on her smooth silky skin, I turned the bottle round. She cried out, "God, what the fuck is that," grinning to myself, I lifted the bottle, and licked the wet ring on her mound, sucking softly at her, as she writhed beneath me. I was getting so hot by then, knowing I could not hold out much longer.

Taking hold of the bottle again, I used my left hand to part her pussy lips, as I leaned on to her. I licked slowly, holding the bottle above her mound, as she moaned loudly, sliding my tongue into her pussy, and in one movement, turned the bottle upside down.

The cold beer came gurgling out in a rush, splashing on her mound, running down, over and round her clit, into her pussy, and, onto my tongue, it was hard to keep in her, as she thrashed and bucked, screaming out in pleasure. I tossed the bottle away, and licked her, everywhere, thighs, sweet tight ass, her pussy, dripping so much now, and sucked on her clit. It was too much. I had to have her now, hard.

Quickly I released the handcuffs, dragged her from the hood, and round to the side of the car. I pushed her head and shoulders through the window roughly, in up to her waist, and grabbed her legs, holding them up, I was rampant, wanted her so much, my cock ready to explode. I rammed it into her cunt as she screamed, and started to fuck her hard. Calling out as I did so, "I will teach you to tease me slut, this is what a whore bitch gets for teasing me." I fucked, hard and deep, I could not contain myself, I went at is as never before, we were like animals in heat, both crying out in passion. My legs stiffened as I started to cum, and I felt her, her greedy cunt as it gripped me, I exploded inside her, filing her, my mind a total blank as my orgasm took control of me, I could not stop, just fucking and fucking, it seemed to last forever.

I collapsed against the car, as Heaven lay open to the world, crying in delight at our passion, our love. 

Slowly, we recovered, and I lifted her from the car door, kissing her softly, and cuddling her, before she whispered, "Darling, you had better get the uniforms from the trunk, we are due at the precinct soon." 



Evening Drive



It was a nice, sunny, Saturday evening when Steve and Tasha decided to take a drive. Steve wanted to take the Harley, but Tasha insisted on taking the car.

The car was a 68 Chevy Camaro Convertible that Steve had restored over a number of years. They put the top down, and hit the road. The throated roar of the 327 under the hood soon had them at cruising speed on the highway. 

With it being such a warm day, it had carried over to the early evening hours. Steve was in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and sandals. Tasha was in a sundress that showed off her ample bosom, and fell to about mid thigh. Not long after they got onto the highway, drivers were soon honking their horns and staring at them. Steve and Tasha had a few laughs at some of the stares they received.

When dusk had arrived, and the sun was sitting in the sky, they hit a deserted part of the three-lane highway. With a smirk on her face, Tasha leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek, then lowered her hand to his lap. She stroked his cock through the shorts until he was at his full-hardened state. Tasha then started to undo Steve’s shorts to free the prize she wanted. When he asked her what she was doing, she ignored him while continuing to free his cock. 

When Steve was fully exposed, Tasha stroked him a few times while she dropped her face to his lap. She then engulfed his cock with her mouth, and proceeded to give him a blowjob while he drove. 

Steve knew this was a game Tasha enjoyed playing, so he swung over to the middle lane. Not long afterwards he saw an eighteen-wheeler come up on his right. The driver looked down as he passed, and to slow down to make sure what he saw was his imagination or not. Steve kept his eyes on the road and forward, but now they had drawn an audience. 

Both of them kept pace with each other, and further down the road, another truck drew up on the left. This one also started to pass, but then had to slow down as well. Steve was now boxed in on both sides by huge eighteen-wheelers, watching as Tasha gave him a blowjob. Wanted to give them a little bit more of a show, Steve reached over and pulled the dress up so they could see Tasha’s bare ass. On warm days such as this, she liked to go without any panties. Steve ran his finger over her ass cracked, as he carefully kept the car going straight.

Further on, Steve felt himself tighten up, and knew that he was about to blow his load any second. When he did orgasm, his whole body tightened up, and the car sped up as the accelerator was depressed. The trucks on both sides also sped up, wanting to keep watch.

Sitting up, Tasha noticed for the first time that she had an audience. Smiling seductively, she liked what little cum leaked past her lips, and waved. Blowing their huge air horns, both trucks sped on past and down the road. Laughing, Steve and Tasha continued on until they could turn around.

On the way back, Tasha was driving, and Steve was planning on getting her back for the blowjob. When he could, he reached over and pulled one of the sundress straps down, freeing a breast. Leaning over, Steve started to suckle much like a newborn would. Both of them had to be careful now, because when Tasha had orgasms, she had very powerful, very explosive, orgasms. If they had an accident, they didn’t want to explain the how and why of it happening.

Steve continued to suckle her breasts. Tasha had very sensitive nipples, and moaned out, while maintaining control of the car. They again drew an audience, but this time it was a pick-up truck that drew up next to them. There were also people in the back of the truck who strained their necks to watch. Tasha moved the other strap of her dress down, and now rode bare from the waist up. A jeep pulled up on the other side, and stayed with them the rest of they way. 

While sucking on her breast, he circled the erect nipple with his tongue. Drawing it into his mouth, he lightly bit down, and pulled back. Steve also drew as much as he could into his mouth. While he was doing this, Tasha was pinching her other nipple. They had to get home soon, because she was going to have an orgasm, and wanted to get off the road. Tasha then felt Steve move his hand down to her lap, and moved the dress up so he had access to her soaked womanhood. Those driving beside them had a full view of everything she had to offer. 

Steve and Tasha eventually got off the highway and drove home. Since they only lived a few blocks from the road, it did not take them long to get there. Tasha still had the top of her dress pulled down exposing her breasts, but she didn’t care. There were only a few people on the road, and those they saw, didn’t notice anything. 

When they got to the house, both ran in the front door, and before it was all the way closed, Steve picked up Tasha and slammed her against the wall. He some how managed to free his cock from the confines of his clothes, and penetrated Tasha in one move. Three times in quick succession he slammed into her, before she screamed out in orgasm. Tasha dug her nails into his back, as he continued to slam into her. Steve had all he could do to hold onto her as she violent shook. He continued to slam into her, until he felt his cum race through him, and he slammed in one last time. Tasha screamed out once more, and bit down on Steve’s shoulder, when she felt the hot cum spray into her. He didn’t let her go until the violent shaking stopped. They both laughed with what they had done, and continued on with their evening.



Evening Falls



"Did you have to be so rude?" Thea asked with annoyance.

"I wasn't the rude one, I was simply retaliating." Holly shot back, "it's what he gets for rubbing up against me."

Thea sighed in frustration, blowing her shoulder-length, blonde locks out of her face. "Don't you think that maybe it was an accident caused by the store being so crowded?"

"Look, you can be as naïve as you want, but I know men. You didn't see him bumping into that old fat guy, did you?" Holly countered as her green eyes peered through her slightly dirty glasses. Strands of her wavy brunette hair were escaping from her ponytail, but she seemed not to care. She simply shook her head in agitation and stared out the window at the crimson sky.

It was obvious that there would be no winning this argument, so Thea decided instead to focus on the snowy road in front of them. She took one hand off the steering wheel and reached down to turn on the stereo in hopes of finding some safe, mundane Christmas music. However, all she was able to find was soft static that strangely seemed to compliment their white, fuzzy surroundings.

"Here, let me get it. You just focus on the road," Holly offered, trying not to sound too controlling. She pressed a few buttons and found a station that was playing hard rock interpretations of Christmas favorites. Thea sighed once again, but this time it was inward.

"I just want to get out of the city and have a nice, quiet Christm-," Thea caught herself before saying the entire word, quickly shooting a glance at her girlfriend to see if there would be any repercussions, before continuing, "uh, vacation...just the two of us."

Holly knew that it was an honest slip-up, so she didn't acknowledge it. Instead, she gave a weak smile and put her hand on Thea's. Thea responded by facing her palm up and interlocking her fingers in Holly's. They continued to drive without speaking for awhile, one enjoying the music, the other trying her best to tolerate it.

When they arrived at the log cabin, they took some time to wander around before unpacking. The combination of the incoming overcast and the dense forest helped to create a dark ambience, yet the mood was surprisingly cheerful. Holly took Thea by the hand and led her through the trees, careful not to lead her girlfriend into any stray branches. Finally, they found a fallen trunk that was perfect for sitting on. Holly dusted off the powdery snow and invited Thea to sit next to her. 

"Isn't it beautiful?" Thea asked while they stared at the last rays of sunlight in the distance.

"Yes. It's so pure and untainted, I almost feel bad for being here," Holly responded.

"Nonsense! I think you accentuate the beauty."

Holly laughed bitterly, but then compromised by saying, "I think we both do."

Thea rested her head on her love's shoulder and inhaled the fresh pine scent coming from the surrounding trees. She was overcome with happiness at the thought of enjoying the holiday without stress. She buried her face into Holly's neck seductively, but lost her nerve when Holly looked at her. Rather than pursue anything, Thea simply smiled and turned her attention back to the darkening sky.

Later, Thea wanted to search for birds and other animals, while Holly was more interested in seeing if she could walk backwards to the car by stepping in her own foot prints. She had to lift her lift her legs high because the snow was almost a foot deep.

"No! I was almost there!" Holly cried in frustration as she lost her balance and fell onto her last two foot prints. Because of the snow's depth, she found that her vision was cut off and she could no longer see around her.

"Holly? Baby, where'd you go?" Thea called as she made her way back to the car. She was looking up at the cabin and didn't realize that she was walking past her girlfriend when she felt a hand grab her and pull her to the ground. She yelped in surprise and laughed when she realized that it was Holly. "Don't do that!" she scolded playfully, "you scared the crap out of me!"

"Ah, well then my ambush was a success." Holly responded with a grin.

"So," Thea began, "What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Holly looked confused, "we haven't even been inside the house yet."

"I meant, what do you think about making love right here in the snow?" Thea said softly. Without waiting for an answer, she brought her head down to Holly's and kissed her. Holly did not object, but returned the kiss by opening her lips and letting her tongue slide into her lover's mouth.

"Mmm...I think I'd get icicles on my tongue. And that's not necessarily a bad thing." Holly responded with a warm smile.

Thea's hand reached up to caress her girlfriend's cheek softly. She tucked it under Holly's chin and lightly stroked her neck. Holly responded by resting her head back into the snow. She cooed softly as the fingernails lightly scraped across her skin. Thea's hand crawled on top of Holly's coat until found a breast. As she gazed into her lover's eyes, Thea squeezed the fleshy mound under the thick fabric, making Holly bite her lower lip. The seductive blonde then took her other hand and brushed the stray hair from her lover's face before leaning down to kiss her.

Thea began to slide her hand down further, but Holly stopped her.

"It's too cold," she whispered, "plus it's getting really dark. Let's go inside."

Thea knew that the reason she gave was not the true reason, but she did as her girlfriend wished anyway. Thea went around to the back of the cabin in order to collect firewood while Holly worked on unpacking the car. After things were settled, Holly went right over to the fireplace and crumpled up some newspaper to get the fire started. She knew that her reason for wanting to come inside was transparent, but she also knew that Thea was familiar enough with her history that she understood.

While she was thinking about this, a flame licked the palm of her hand. "Shit!" she drew her hand back, but the pain followed it.

"What happened?" A concerned voice came from the bedroom.

"The fucking fire bit me!"

"Well tell it to play nice," Thea joked as she came around the corner. The look on Holly's face told her this she was not amused. "Come here, let's run it under some cold water."

Thea accompanied her distressed lover over to the sink and turned the knob. To their unpleasant surprise, no water came out.

"What the hell?" Holly griped.

"I don't know, I guess the pipes must be frozen." Thea said apologetically.

"Well that's just lovely!"

"Don't panic; I'll go get some ice cubes from the cooler"

Unfortunately, almost all of the ice had melted, so Thea had to soak a washcloth in the freezing water. Holly took it grudgingly and sat on the couch facing the fireplace, while Thea took a seat in the chair next to it. Both were silent for a long time, watching the flames dance unpredictably inside the mantle. Then Holly said the words that Thea was dreading to hear.

"Maybe this was a bad idea."

"No, it wasn't. Just give it a chance."

"A chance? Why? What's going to happen? A Christmas miracle?" Holly shuddered at herself for using the word.

"Holly, don't. I didn't mean to upset you." Thea fretted.

"You didn't do anything. It's not your fault, but nothing you do is going to change the fact that in seventeen minutes, it will be her anniversary."

Thea's face fell as she looked up at the grandfather clock, and she cursed herself for not noticing it earlier. Its constant, steady ticking had been so well integrated into the ambience that she never thought of it as a threat. She had gone to great lengths to make sure that Holly had no way of keeping track of the time; even confiscating her cell phone.

"Holly...Holly, are you listening?" Thea pleaded to an expressionless face that pretended to be focused on the fire, "I love you."

"This has nothing to do with you."

A painful void was created in the pit of Thea's stomach when she heard these words. For the first time in her life, she felt completely helpless. There was simply no way to ease her girlfriend's depression that she could see. She resigned herself to watching the fire, too, for if she could not be a part of what was going on inside her lover, at least she could share what her lover saw on the outside.

There were eleven minutes left.

Thea prayed...she prayed with every ounce of strength in her soul that Holly would say something. The silence was deafening and made her want to scream until she had no more breath. But she didn't want to be the one who broke the silence. What would that do, except cause Holly to retreat further into her shell? She tried not to glance at the clock, but soon lost her willpower.

Eight minutes left.

Thea knew that Holly was keeping track of every second that passed. It didn't even matter whether she looked at the clock or not; somehow she just knew. Holly's obsession with the time that it happened was something that always puzzled Thea, for why would that be such an important detail to her? Perhaps thinking of it in such cold and calculated terms allowed Holly to keep her distance from it, emotionally.

Five minutes.

"I hate her," Holly finally whispered so quietly that Thea could barely hear her. Thea turned to look at her girlfriend, who was still staring at the fire as though it was to blame for all that had happened.

"You don't mean that." Thea responded cautiously.

"I hate her," Holly repeated, "This isn't how life is supposed to be. What she did was so fucking selfish. What about me? Didn't she think about me?" There were tears streaming down Holly's cheeks now. "She was just going to leave me with him? With my father? The man who beat her? That was her best solution?"

"I don't blame you for feeling that way. I don't. She wasn't strong like you."

Holly looked over into Thea's eyes now, which startled Thea. "You think I'm strong?"

"Yes," Thea nodded slightly, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do think you're strong."

"What the hell do you know?" Holly's voice wavered with rage and repressed sorrow. Thea did not take offense to her words, but just let her speak. "People say 'it's been four years Holly, you need to get on with your life'. If I was strong, would I still be trying to find a way to make the pain stop?"

Holly looked up at the ceiling and yelled as loud as she could, "Fuck you! Fuck you for killing yourself when I needed you most! I hate you mother!"

Thea could stand it no longer. She got up and rushed over to her love, embracing her as hard as she could. Holly fought against the affection, but she was too weak. She allowed her head to slump against Thea's chest and focused all her rage on crying as hard as she could. Within moments, Thea's shirt was soaked with tears. Neither girl moved for a long time.

The sun had set completely, leaving only darkness surrounding the cabin. The fire had burnt out, and the only light was coming from a lantern in the other room. Both girls continued to stare into the fireplace, as if in a daze. Thea was stroking Holly's hair very gently.

"Thea," Holly's hoarse whisper broke the silence.

"Yes?"

There was a pause before Holly continued to speak. Thea imagined that she was searching for the right words.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For always being here. I honestly don't know why you bother with someone as fucked up as me."

Thea propped Holly's head up on the front of her shoulder so that she could look her in the eyes. "Holly, I love you. You are the kindest, purest, strongest person I know. And whether or not you believe me, you have more courage than I could ever hope to have. The truth is, Holly, that I look up to you."

Holly gave a disbelieving expression, but did not say anything.

"It's true. Every Christmas Eve, we search for a new way to fight off your depression; to find some magical way to forget about your mother's suicide. We never find it, but Holly...you never give up."

Holly's eyes glistened as she listened to her girlfriend say these things about her. The words enveloped her mind like a warm blanket, and yet she questioned whether they were real, for she could not believe that someone could feel this way about her. Holly felt so very grateful to have someone this understanding and unconditionally loving in her life.

"The truth is that you inspire me, so that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Holly, I brought you up here so that I could ask you a question."

Holly stared at her with uncertainty, for she wasn't sure where this was going. Her eyes followed Thea's hand as it reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small box. Her face went pale as she realized what the question would be.

"Will you marry me?"

"...Oh...oh Thea...," Holly searched for something as profound back to her love to match the speech that she had just been given, but realized that she only needed to say one word, "Yes."

Both girls collapsed into each other's arms and shed tears of joy. Thea's mouth pressed against Holly's tangled brunette hair as she moved her face up to her partner's. She licked the tip of Holly's nose playfully, to which Holly laughed, despite herself, and returned the gesture. The playful blonde responded by wagging her head furiously. 

Unexpectedly, a wave of passion overcame Holly and she kissed her lover as hard as she could. Their mouths moved together in one fluent motion, their tongues clashing furiously. Holly felt as though she wanted to merge with her lover, to become a single being. The strongest gesture she could show was to wrap her hand around the back of Thea's head and push into her. Thea reacted by groaning hungrily into Holly's mouth, the vibrations on her tongue arousing her even more.

Holly unbuttoned her lover's jeans while making sure that their lips never parted. Thea shivered at first, but pushed Holly's hand back down when she attempted to withdraw it. Holly found the edge of Thea's panties and slipped her fingers inside, making Thea gasp as the sudden algidity. Rather than causing her to object, this seemed to amplify Thea's arousal. She scooted her hips down so that her lover could reach down further.

As Holly was fingering her lover's sex, Thea was showing her intention of returning the notion by unzipping Holly's pants. She mimicked Holly's actions by sliding her fingers under the panties. Both girls were panting heavily between kisses as each raced to push the other over the edge of ecstasy. Despite the constriction of the jeans, Holly managed to insert two fingers inside her lover, who arched her back and bucked her hips into the air. Holly refused to let their lips part for even a second, and soon the motion of their tongues matched the rhythm of their fingers.

Thea was the first to reach her climax, but Holly didn't stop pleasing her. Instead, she simply slowed her rhythm down to avoid making her oversensitive. Sometimes her hand would bump against Thea's clitoris, making her jump a little, but the accompanying whimper told her that Thea had no intention of asking her girlfriend to stop. When Holly finally came, her blonde girlfriend was feeling her third orgasm. Their moans mingled in the air and filled the cabin, undistinguished. After the waves of pleasure finally began to fade, they collapsed, each trying to catch her breath.

The two lied on the couch, completely spent, and began drifting off to sleep. Holly was the first to go, which was no surprise to Thea. After all, she had been through quite a lot that night. As much as she would have liked to do the same, Thea realized that they needed the heat from the fire and built another one. After the flames illuminated the room, Thea laid out a few thick blankets and coaxed a very groggy Holly to join her on the floor.

The next morning, they awoke at the same time. Thea wasn't sure how her Holly would react to last night's proposal in the light of the morning, so she waited patiently. Holly slowly looked over at Thea and smiled.

"Merry Christmas, fiancée." She whispered.

"Merry Christmas, my love," Thea answered back.