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Foreplay

By: lustybard



She lay there beneath me, her belly to the bed, hair spread across her shoulders like the last moments of a summer sunset. Gently, I trailed my fingers down across her back, the softest possible caress, learning each curve and division; each rise and fall of her body. 

Ever so slightly, she arched her back to me; I read the signal and crooked my fingers so that I was running my nails up and down across her. This elicited a barely-audible, "Yessss," and I continued, just the slightest bit harder. Red streaks shot through her skin like fireworks, fading quickly to an afterglow that seemed to radiate heat. I scratched harder yet, and she writhed beneath my touch like a cat. 

By that time, I was bare as well, though she hadn't turned her head to notice. As I gripped her shoulders more strongly and kneaded the muscles there, I also straddled her hips. She gasped, then, as my thighs enveloped hers and she realized that nothing at all separated our skin. My palms moved down, wringing tension from her shoulders, her upper back, and she took another deep breath as my turgid flesh slipped against the cleft of her buttocks. I rocked forward, sliding the whole length against her, and she hissed as if burnt – but then she raised her hips, lewdly rolling her ass up against me, around me. 

I leaned down for a moment, my whole body covering hers, my lips just beside her ear. After a slow, unhurried kiss, I murmured, "Yes, my darling," and slid myself back and forth again, feeling myself swell further against her softness. I traced her earlobe with the very tip of my tongue, kissed the side of her neck, marked the side of her neck slightly but deliberately with my teeth. One hand slid beneath her body, grasping her breast, the nipple pressed between two fingers until her moans twisted elegantly into the night. 

She lifted her hips then, offering herself to me more strongly, allowing my cock to slip down over her ass, down inch by inch into that smooth, inviting valley. I let the blunt head tease at the first puckered opening for a moment, but then slid down further. As it moved between her thighs she clamped them shut around it, trapping me there until I bit the nape of her neck gently, teasing her until she relaxed. 

Slowly, reluctantly, I lifted myself from her prone body, making up for my absence with a trail of kisses down her spine. With each one, my tongue wiggled, trapped between my lips and her skin. Finally, I moved in behind her, my legs in between hers this time. She raised up on her knees, her backside thrust invitingly into the air as an offering. I bent down to kiss it for a moment, and I could see her body stretched down past me back to where her breasts dangled, brushing lightly against the knotted strings between each square of the quilted bedspread. 

I lay there, my cheek pressed against her, sliding my palms up and down her sides and her breasts and belly, until I could feel both our bodies trembling with readiness to move on. My fingertips caressed the swell of her buttocks as I pressed my cock against her inner thigh, letting her feel it throb with the beating of my heart. It was so close to the center of her that I could feel the heat, as if too close to a fireplace. 

Teasingly, I leaned forward, the head parting her luscious folds, the shaft becoming slick with her wetness, but moving further until I bumped against and over the hood of her clitoris. I rocked back and forth against it a few times, then slid backward again. She hunched down, her thighs parted, ready to be taken; but I pulled back and broke all contact. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I smacked her soundly on the ass. Once, twice, three times; hard enough that these red marks lingered. Then, as she was reeling from that, turning her head to look over her shoulder, I trailed my fingers down that delicious cleft and sunk them deep, deep into her liquid warmth, filling her as fully as I could, and every muscle in her body seemed to tense and release 

My fingertips spread wide inside her depths, riding the slick currents of her body like jellyfish fluttering beneath the sea's surface. She moaned again as they wriggled, and I gave her each finger in turn, then several at a time, and then the short, blunt thumb, twisting and turning circles. It opened her up wide, but just as she pushed back against it, I slipped it back out, sliding upward to slowly trace circles into her ass while the other fingers dived deep yet again ... and my other arm wrapped around her waist, my forearm pressed tight to the sweet curve of her belly, pulling her back, the bedclothes bunching up around her knees. 

Meanwhile, my cock was weaving back and forth in the space between her thighs, side to side like a cobra waiting for the moment to strike. I could feel her whole body contract every so often as my fingers worked inside her, and I knew even before she cried out that each one was a wave of pleasure rippling through her body. She squeezed my fingers, tighter each time, and I knew she was getting close, too close for what I had planned next, so I withdrew my hand and felt her shudder to a halt. This time, she turned her head fully, the question in her eyes, the need impossible to miss.

I moved to one side, enough that she could see as I made a circle of my slick fingers and slipped them up and down over the shaft of my cock, enough that she could watch it grow even thicker, wider, that she could watch the colour deepen at the head. Almost imperceptibly, her eyes widened, her tongue darted across her lips. She pushed up a bit higher from the bed, bracing herself, and spoke only two words: "Take me." 

And I did, and she did, and we came gloriously together into one flesh as only the most perfect of encounters can be ... but that is a whole other story, my friends.

Foreplay



(0-0)

It first started on a sweltering summer afternoon. I was sprawled on a couch in the house of my father and his wife Jill, half-heartedly watching TV. On the couch across from me lay Lonnie, Jill's daughter.

Lonnie was only two years older than me, but she had always seemed to carry the air of someone five times that. My father and I had lived with her and her mother for three years, but she and I had never formed more than a rudimentary bond. We certainly weren't related by blood or mentality.

Still, I sometimes felt bad when I masturbated about her. She was theoretically my sister...but fuck it. She had a great face, a taut body and shapely tits. I often had to restrain myself from ogling when she was dressed to go out clubbing, or to the beach.

"Turn it up," she lazily commanded me, waving at the television. She had her hair in a ponytail, and the top buttons of her shirt were undone. She wore small, tight shorts.

"Fuck off, you do it," I graciously replied. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Listen, kid," she said, as though I was eight, not eighteen, "you're a guy and I'm a girl, and you'll do what I tell you and grovel for the opportunity."

I laughed at her and she smiled at me too-sweetly while she undid another of her shirt's buttons. It sagged open, revealing a slice of blue bikini top stretched over the inside curves of breasts.

"This shirt's too hot," she said, matter-of-factly. "Turn the TV up and I'll take it off."

I was stunned. Was she serious? No, I didn't think so. She was judging me with those deep chocolate eyes. If I did what she said she'd just call me a pervert (as she often did) and carry on watching TV. Anyway, it wasn't like I hadn't seen her in a bikini before. Still, those peeking, blue-clad curves were awfully attractive.

I wondered where the remote was. I quickly spotted it: on the edge of the coffee table closest to me. I considered whether I could reach it without getting up. Somehow I knew that I had to keep my defence of non-effort at all costs. If I seemed like I was interested I had lost.

Rolling and stretching I pawed for it with my left hand outstretched. I was still balanced on the edge of the couch. I stretched out full length with my fingers and just managed to knock the remote into reach. Grasping the prize I rolled back into my sweaty groove.

I looked at her and pointed the remote triumphantly. And turned the volume up one notch.

Her face was still for a moment, then she shook her head slightly and let out a genuinely laugh. Dispensing with the remaining buttons, she wriggled out of the shirt and let it crumple to the carpet beside her.

"Very clever," she said dryly. I forced myself to look at her face, only taking in the glorious vista of her breasts from the bottom of my vision.

"The shorts then," she continued, "if you turn it up to a reasonable volume."

I clicked it up several notches.

"Good boy! Now roll over," she cooed wryly. But she wriggled out of her shorts, tossing them aside. I watched from the corner of my eye with my pulse rising and my cock swelling. I rooted my unseeing eyes on the TV screen while itching for the view of my peripheral. She was wearing a thong.

I couldn't stand it for more than a few moments. I looked over to her, my eyes brushing her body on the way to her face. The day suddenly felt that much warmer. All the fabric on her body wouldn't cover much more area than my two hands. Just the thought of my hands and the fabric in the same sentence made my pulse rise again. This was high-class spank bank material.

"Better?" I asked her with false politeness.

"Much," she chirped. "You should try taking your shirt off sometime."

I had to think fast. She was still playing. If I didn't take the bait would she lose interest? Or would she lose stop if she succeeded in telling me what to do? Nothing even remotely like this had ever happened before.

"It is pretty hot," I said lamely, and cursed myself. My shirt was already undone, I just had to peel it off.

She nodded, and overtly ran her eyes all over my shoulders and abs, smiling as if at a personal joke. I refused to reciprocate. I turned back to the TV.

For the next half hour I studied her from the side of my view, fantasising about her tanned curves and smooth complexion. I never found out where her father was from, but he had given her a fantastic subtle tint to her skin. 

At the end of the show she stood and picked up her clothes. I sat up and she walked over to stand in front of me.

She bent down. Her near-nude breasts hung in front of me, full and ripe. I refused to look at them. My pulse was rising.

She put her hand out and laid it against my chest. Then it began to go down.

"You think you're smart," she said softly. Her hand was on my abs and descending. "But I know who's in charge."

Her palm was on my navel, her fingertips just tucking into the waistband of my shorts. I forgot to breathe. Then she pulled her hand away and walked off. Internally screaming in frustration, I turned to watch her effectively nude ass as she sauntered out of the room.

I'd stumbled headlong into a game. I didn't know the rules, but I knew I was one-up.

(1-0)

The next two weeks were thick with oblique contests of double entedres, her not-quite harmless touches and pinches, and general guerrilla tactics. She was working a lot and I was busy with my final year of highscool, so we didn't happen to be alone and unoccupied again until the following Sunday.

Dad and Jill were out somewhere for the morning. I was taking a shower when I heard the door click open.

There was no lock on the bathroom, but the shower could clearly be heard from outside. And you always knocked on the closed door by rule.

"I'm in here," I called, for want of anything better.

"I know," Lonnie's voice came back. "I'm just doing my teeth, don't mind me."

I continued to rinse myself off. It definitely felt strange to be naked in the same room as her, even if a shower curtain stood between us. Before I could think too much, and probably get an erection, I decided to meet her gambit.

"I'm almost done," I said. I heard her spit.

"Congratulations!" She called back. She wasn't going to leave. Well, that was her problem, wasn't it?

I turned off the taps and gave her a moment to pull out if she chose. Then, pulling aside the curtains, I stepped boldly into the steamy bathroom.

Lonnie wore a short satin singlet top (the twin imprints of her nipples attesting her lack of bra) and a purple thong. She was holding her loose hair back with one hand and brushing her teeth with the other.

As if it was of no consequence she glanced up and down my naked body. I felt obliged to reciprocate, noting the way her breasts swayed with the action of her brushing.

I turned from her to grab my towel and give myself a quick wipe. I heard her spit again behind me and rinse her mouth with water. I was tying the towel about my hips when she came past me toward the door.

As if it was the most natural thing in the world she reached up and pulled me down into a quick french kiss.

"Does it seem 'powerfully fresh' to you?" She asked. Without waiting for an answer she laughed and walked out.

It was pretty fresh actually. I stood there, wondering if I was dreaming. My towel was developing a bulge.

(1-1)

It was after that incident that I decided I couldn't stay on the defensive forever. I couldn't do anything so audacious as what she had (there seemed a powerful unwritten law about that) but for the next week the day-to-day games evened out. I instigated half the borderline dirty-talk, and playfully slapped her ass as she walked by. Her eyes became bright and sharp whenever I did, and she'd call me a creep or sick. But the next hour her breasts would accidentally brush past me, or her hand accidentally meet mine.

Three weeks passed in this war of attrition. There were no opportunities for a full-scale battle, so we had settled into our trenches. Then, at breakfast one morning, Dad declared D-Day.

"Kids," he said out of the blue, "your mother and I are going away this weekend. You know the rules."

We did. They effectively boiled down to "No Parties!". I didn't even risk a sideways look at Lonnie.

"No problem," I replied. She said something similar. Breakfast continued.

For the rest of the week I was in a kind of blissful terror. Two days. Thoughts of what might happen rolled around the back of my head constantly. I even considered that she might do nothing at all, just to screw with my head. Our daily jabs escalated to the point where it was in danger of losing all sense of subtlety.

And so, Friday evening at seven o'clock, we sat at the table, on opposite sides of a pizza box. The house was empty and silent. After finishing my half of the pizza I took a slice from hers.

"Hey, brat! That's mine!" She said. I shrugged.

"I take what I want."

She raised an eyebrow and me and we continued to eat in silence. We finished the last of it and I felt a slight hint of nerves. Would it start immediately. Would it never start?

"I'll be back in a moment," she said, and disappeared. To stop myself from thinking, I cleared up the table and rinsed the plates. I heard her return and dried my hands. I faced her.

She was sitting at the table with a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. I didn't know what to think, except that the night was going to be very interesting indeed.

I sat myself across from her. I hadn't noticed before, but she also had a deck of cards. She'd put on some exotic perfume. She'd come prepared.

As I watched she sorted the cards into two piles: ten and above, nine and below. She pushed the later aside and shuffled the former.

"Ten or Jack means Twenty Questions, loser shots. Queen and we both do a shot. Kings and you can ask one question. Ace and you have to do a dare."

As she finished laying out the rules she put the pile on the middle of the table. Then she screwed the cap off the bottle and poured us each a shot. She lifted hers and looked me in the eye.

"Good luck," she said wryly and knocked it back. I followed suit, shotting the vodka neatly and barely tasting it. I felt its spreading heat, though, tingling all through me.

She turned a card. Ace, straight up. She snorted a laugh.

"Okay then," she challenged. "What do you dare me to do?"

Suddenly I was walking the tightrope. The dare was a two-sided sword. Too benign was as bad as too extreme. I called my course.

"Take your top off," I said. She looked at me critically.

"Fucking pervert," she muttered, but peeled her top over her head and dropped it. Her bra was purple satin and left nothing whatsoever to the imagination.

"Go on then," she said, her tone snappy but her eyes amused.

I flipped the next card. It was a ten, but she guessed "Vodka" by fifteen and I had another shot.

"You know, one or both of us is going to be really drunk if we play this out," I said. It was more conversation than an actual worry. I felt I could handle myself.

"Well, I'm game," she said. Her breasts were still exquisite and she still smelled like flowers and spice.

She flipped a King and looked at me consideringly for a moment.

"If you were going down on a girl, what five places would you kiss first?"

I looked at her and shifted. My pants felt tight.

"Lips, neck, belly and thighs," I stated, trying to keep the images from my mine. Lonnie smiled at me.

"Good choices," she purred.

I drew another ten, but this time she didn't guess and had to drink. She shuddered after it, and there was a sparkle in her eye already.

She drew a queen and groaned. I did my shot immediately and watched as she contemplated hers. It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes, and three shots was probably quite a lot for a girl.

"Can I do it next time?" She finally asked. I smiled at her maliciously.

"You can do whatever you want, Ms. 'I'm Game.'"

"You bastard," she said and slammed the shot down. She made a noise like an angry cat.

I turned an Ace and closed my eyes. Lonnie cackled and kicked my calf under the table.

"No mercy!" She crowed. "Strip. Naked."

I was not in a position to refuse, so I did it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When my cock appeared, hard and upright, her eyes latched onto it. I sat down.

"Fucking pervert," I said in my best offended tone. Then more factually, "you know this means war?"

"Oh good," she shot back. "They say all's fair in love and war."

A jack and a third ten heralded two more games of twenty questions, which I lost. We took our time over them, so we were still in some kind of condition at that point, though I was buzzing.

She flipped a King, and asked her question immediately:

"Do you ever think about me when you masturbate?"

"Fuck," I thought and said. I wasn't sure it was wise, but I felt compelled to answer truly. Plus my swearing had already given it away.

"Yes," I replied. She bit her lip and smiled. It was a winning smile.

I drew a jack. She didn't guess and shotted. She put it down easily, seeming to be over her earlier distaste. She turned the card eagerly and then screamed softly in frustration.

Fate had handed me another Ace— or better yet, had handed it to her. I laughed, long and loud.

"Strip," I mimicked. "Naked. Make a show of it, and sit on my lap for the rest of the game."

"That's more than one thing!" She protested.

"No it's not," I reasoned quickly. "I'm telling you to strip, but I'm telling you just how I want it done.

Her eyes shone above her flushed cheeks, and I thought it was from more than anger. She stood slowly.

"I need music then," she said, moving over to the stereo. She knelt clumsily before it and searched through the CDs. She found the one she wanted and put it on to play.

She stood in the pre-track silence, shaking her head and mouthing "fuck you" to me. I smiled.

The music came on and she began to dance. I watched, naked, tipsy, and in complete awe. Her stomach twisted, her hips swung slowly, like a cobra waiting to strike. She ran her hands over herself: down her breasts and her hips to the insides of her thighs, pressing against her crotch. Then she danced to where I sat.

She turned around so I was presented with her tight, swinging ass and unhooked her bra, letting it fall. Then, inch by inch, looking over her shoulder at me, she lowered her track pants. Down, down, down, and I was presented with her g-stringed buttocks not two feet from my face.

She spun to me, her hair flying. Her perfume was like lust itself, and I finally, after years of imagining, saw those perky breasts naked. Her nipples were brown, as I'd known they'd have to be. My heart was raging.

My cock pressed against the side of her leg when she sat on me and wriggled free from her underwear. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and her pussy was hot against my leg. I ran my fingertips from her thigh up to her ribs and back. She shivered.

"So," she said, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. "Your card."

It was a queen. She poured our shots. I downed mine, but she just looked at hers. With cat-like speed she seized me and kissed me furiously. Her tongue radiated heat as it swept around mine.

She drew back and panted. I smiled at her.

"I win," I declared. She grabbed my hair roughly.

"I don't care," she growled. It was a part-leading, part-forcing, part-falling way by which she positioned herself under me on the carpet.

"Fuck me," she commanded, and I did.

(2-1)

"I think I've got carpet burn on my ass."

I looked sideways to her. We were lying side-by-side on the floor beside the table. Her thighs were still thrown wide, presenting her pussy to the world at large.

"Was it worth it?" I asked lazily. The vodka and the exertion of sex had thrown me into a pleasant kind of half-sleep.

"Well, it wasn't as good as the one in half an hour is going to be."

I blinked at her. "I don't know if I can get it up. I'm kind of tired."

"I'll fix that," she replied dismissively. We lay there another few minutes.

"I told you you'd do just what I told you," she finally noted. I laughed.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Clearly you're just my big, obedient dildo," she said. I rolled my eyes.

"You're the one that was too horny to finish a drinking game, not me."

"I was bored of it," she said regally. Then, "get up."

She rose to her feet and I sat up.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed. I looked where she was. There was a large patch of sweat and fluids on the carpet.

"It'll come out," I said. She made a neutral noise.

"Ah well," she finally said and preceded to pack up the cards and drinks. She made me shot her leftover vodka, then led me to her bedroom. I stretched out on her bed, hands behind my head and legs crossed lazily. She raised an eyebrow and shook her head at me.

"You really think you've won, don't you?" She asked as if in disbelief.

"I did win," I said smoothly. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders.

"Really?" She asked dryly. "Come here and kiss my nipples, or I'll never touch you again."

The vodka was rushing in my head. If I refused and she came to me, that was the definition of victory. If I refused and she told me to go, I'd never see that supple, toned nudity again. I sighed.

(2-2)

Despite the situation, I enjoyed feeling her nipples harden under my tongue's careful attention. One of my hands cupped her ass and the fingertips of the other traced patterns over her back.

Eventually she pulled my face up to kiss me softly and thoroughly. A thought sparked into my head, and if I'd been sober I probably wouldn't have acted on it. I drew back and looked into her eyes.

"Suck my balls," I said, "or I'll never touch you again."

Her shock was almost palpable. There were several moments of stillness.

"If I do," she said slowly, "I guess that means we both win. If I don't we both lose."

"I'm glad you admit that," I said. Her face was unreadable.

She dropped slowly to her knees, putting her hands on my hips. When she took me in her mouth a thrill ran through my whole body. Her tongue was hot as it lapped softly at my balls.

After only a few glorious moments I motioned her up. She stood and looked in my eyes.

"Evens?" she breathed.

"Evens," I agreed.

We didn't put our clothes back on until Sunday night.



Foreplay



I come into the bedroom. It's very dim with only sputtering candles for light. Your back is to me as you slide a Moody Blues CD into the player. 'Nights In White Satin' is starting to play. Justin Hayward is writing letters he'll never send. You are wearing a silky, loose-flowing long gown. It is just slightly see-through with accents of fine lace. The candlelight makes it shimmer as it softly moves with you. Your panties are barely visible through the silk. I am wearing a business suit, power tie and all, just home from a boring meeting. I come up to you from behind and circle my arms around your waist and you lean back into me. I nuzzle your neck under your soft hair. You've just come from the shower and your hair is freshly washed, dried and brushed. It feels so soft and light against my cheeks and smells so nice. Your skin smells of soap and the various lotions and potions that women use to entice and enchant. They are working well. There is just a hint of fine perfume. With light kisses and soft caresses my lips and cheek grace the back of your neck. I work toward your ear with little kisses on your lobe and soft hot breath behind your ear. A shiver runs down your body. Your perfume is light enough for your musk to come through. I love your smell. I brush your hair to the other side and move to give your other ear my tender attentions. 

Gently caressing your waist, my hands work their way up and down your sides. I slowly come up under your breasts and cup just the lower part, lifting slightly. They are full and warm. My lips are working their way to your cheek, still softly kissing and lightly licking. My breath is making your cheek cool with the moisture. My hands come higher to your nipples, lightly touching them through the silky fabric of your gown. My fingers draw small circles around them as they get hard. You turn your head to bring your lips closer to mine. Our lips lightly come together. Your lips are warm, moist, with the tangy taste of mint. You have just a touch of lipstick. You let your tongue lightly touch my lips. My tongue comes out to meet yours. The haunting rhythms of 'Steppin' in a Slide Zone' fill the room. 

My pelvis is against your butt. I'm getting hard and you can feel me pressing against you; you press back. Your hands have come around behind my head and pull me in to kiss deeper. I press harder against your ass, rubbing against the fabric of your gown and panties. I can smell your juices starting to flow. The pheromones are entering my mind telling me how turned on you are and ready to make love. 

I pinch your nipples. Not too hard, just right. I rub them with the silk and they get even harder. I slide my hands through the opening of the gown and touch your breasts. They're warm and soft. I feel your heart beating as I squeeze them. I pinch harder and they become even more erect. A soft moan mixes with the music. You're really pressing back into my groin now, slowly gyrating side to side making me so hard that I can't take much more. I turn you around and we kiss, long and deep. You slide your thigh between my legs and up against my crotch. As we embrace, you rub my growing cock with your leg. My tongue explores your mouth and dances with yours. You taste wonderful. I let you push my tongue back and you explore my mouth. I suck your soft tongue and touch it lightly with my teeth. I open my eyes and you are watching me. We smile together. Ray Thomas is singing 'For My Lady' on the CD now. 

With my hands on your bottom, I'm massaging your cheeks and pulling you tighter against my hard cock. Slowly, you move your hands down and rub me through my pants. I am fully erect and straining against my zipper. It's getting hot in the room and I take off my suit jacket. You loosen my tie and pull me to you with it. We kiss some more, mouths wide, hungry for more. You take my tie off and slowly unbutton my shirt. Pulling it open and lean down to kiss my nipples. They grow hard as they get kissed, nibbled and licked. It feels so good. Your breath is cool on my wet nipples. Your hands are on my cock massaging it through my pants. I am so turned on now. Your gown is open and your bare breasts are against my stomach; hot, soft and full. I feel your hard nipples pressing into my skin. I feel your heartbeat beating faster now. The music tells us we are 'On The Threshold of a Dream'. 

I reach around and start lifting up the back of your long gown. The silken folds gather at your waist until your panty covered ass is exposed. I rub your ass cheeks savoring the feel of the silk and your warm body beneath. I squeeze your ass and pull you harder against my throbbing cock. One finger ... then two, work their way under the elastic band at the back of your thigh. I trace a line to your cheek crack and ever so lightly, follow it down. Your muscles involuntarily contract, just for a moment. Then you relax, inviting me to go further. My fingers slide between your soft cheeks and feel the dampness. Are you getting wet or are you still damp from the shower? The cleft is so warm and soft I can't wait to explore it with my tongue. 

We end our long kiss and I give you little kisses and nibbles down your neck to your shoulders and find your breasts. Your hand on the back of my head guides me to a nipple. I kiss it very lightly at first. Lightly flicking the tip of my tongue around it, the areola swells and your nipple grows even more. I open my lips and suck it in. I hear a moan and you arch your back. I bite it very gently and you moan again. I hear you tell me, "Harder," so I comply. As my mouth works on your breasts, my hand comes down and slides along the front of your panties. My other hand is still caressing your ass. Your panties are the bikini style that you know I like. I don't care much for thongs. I love the feel of the soft fabric covering your ass and pussy. They are very silky and see-through. There's just a touch of lacy embroidery in the front; very pretty and feminine. They're tight enough to show the cleft of your pussy but stretchy enough for a hand to easily slide inside ... but not yet. I ease my hand between your legs. You let your thighs separate just a little. I slide in further, feeling the silk covered lips of your labia. Oh, you are wet. Your panties are already soaked. I press harder and your panties ease up between the lips. I find the nub of your clit and make tiny circles around it. I feel your legs buckle just a little. You grab my shoulder for balance and your nails dig into my skin. It hurts so good. More wetness soaks through the crotch of your panties and coats my fingers. It's warm and slippery. I bring my hand up and back down under your waist band. I feel the soft hair of your bush and run my fingers down through it. Once again I find your clit and dance my fingers around it. Your nails dig in again. I reach deeper and open your labia. One finger, then two find your hole. It's so wet and open that you seem to suck my fingers inside. Your nails dig deeper in my shoulder. The pain is exquisite. My fingers slide all the way into your pussy and I dance them around feeling the velvety softness within. I gather as much of your nectar as I can and bring my fingers up to my mouth. As I taste your juices, I rise from your breasts back to your face. I lick my fingers and savor the haunting flavor of your sex. I'm watching you as I enjoy your essence. As you look me in the eye, you grasp my hand and suck my wet fingers into your mouth. Your eyes close as you savor your own honey, then you pull me close to kiss me. Long, hard and deep. We both taste your nectar and a shiver runs down mine. The Moodys think that 'Every Good Boy Deserves Favour'. I've been very good ... 

You break off the kiss and frantically unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper. You can't wait to get to my cock. You pull down my pants as I kick off my shoes and socks. The wet from my pre-cum has made a dark stain on the front of my dark blue cotton underwear. They're stretched tight from my bulging erection. As I try to kick off my shoes and socks and step out of my pants, you jerk down my shorts. Before I can get rid of them, you already have my cock in your mouth. It's my turn to moan as I feel my cock getting sucked deep into your hungry mouth. I'm getting light headed and have to sit back on the bed. You follow me down never losing hold of my cock. Your hair cascades around your face and tickles my thighs. You slide up and down my cock as your tongue does things I have never experienced before. Oh my, you have been practicing. One hand is cupping my balls and other follows your mouth up and down my shaft twisting slightly on each stroke. Warm saliva lubricates my cock and it feels incredible. As you caress my balls, they seem to have a mind of their own as they tighten and relax in your hand. 

I look down and find that you are looking back. You smile with my cock still in your mouth. You pull it out and, starting from my balls, you slowly lick your tongue back up to the tip, looking at me the whole time. You go back to my balls and in turn suck each into your mouth. The pressure is on the verge of painful but I can't bring myself to stop you. With a tight grip, you milk up my shaft until a drop of pre-cum forms on the tip. You touch your tongue to it and pull back. A fine string stretches out between my cock and your mouth. Noisily, you suck it all back in and take my entire shaft into your mouth. Your mouth, tongue and hands work feverishly and I am too soon near the point of no return. I don't want to come yet but before I can stop you, it happens. Spasms rock my body and jets of semen shoot into your mouth. You don't stop. You keep sucking and jerking me off. I moan loudly as I lay back on the bed arching my back. You continue sucking and stroking until the spasms diminish and finally my erection starts to fade. You are still on your knees between my legs licking up the last drops of cum. I sit up and slide down onto the floor in front of you. With both of us kneeling on the floor, I take your face in my hands and deeply kiss you. Our mouths are open wide and I slide my tongue in past your lips. You suck it in like you were still sucking my cock. I can taste my own cum now. It's salty, bleachy, tangy and very exciting. The pheromones are rampant now. 'Your Wildest Dreams' are echoing in my head. 

I stand and pull you up. Turning you around, I let you down gently on the bed. I follow you down and we lay side by side. We kiss again and I can still taste my seed. I love when you let me cum in your mouth. It's one of the most erotic experiences I can imagine. I want to return the favor. I slowly work my way down to your breasts and lick, suck and nibble each nipple until they are again swollen, hard and seem to quiver. I continue down, kissing your stomach, licking your navel until I arrive at your panties. Your legs open and the aromas rise to my nose. Those damn pheromones are awakening the primal instincts in my brain. I am light headed and my heart is racing. The fabric of your panties is wet and transparent. I can see your bush and your swollen labia through the silk. Your pussy lips are open like the petals of a tulip ... inviting me in. I lick the silky crotch and suck your juice through the material. The flavors are rich, musky, earthy and intoxicating. I reach for your waist band and slowly pull your panties off. As soon as your panties are free of your feet, you open your legs wide, inviting me back to your treasure. I lick and suck and kiss every part I can reach. My tongue probes deep into your cave. I wish my tongue was longer to reach deeper. The forbidden pleasures are making me dizzy. 

I slowly come back up to your clit. I start to lick up and down from your clit to your pussy. Up and down. My nose slides between your pussy lips and gets wet with honey. I go back to your clit running my tongue around it in small circles. I vary the pressure; lightly for a bit, then harder. My tongue works in circles, back and forth and up and down. I hear you moan as your back arches. I slide two fingers deep into your pussy and hook them up to caress your G spot. I know I found it when you arch your back another deep moan fills the room. My tongue is working on your clit. You press your crotch hard against my face and your hands grab the back of my head. The smells, the tastes, the feeling of your body is blowing my mind. I am no longer in control. You're holding onto my hair driving my face into your pussy. You're moving my head and your pelvis to work your clit against my mouth and tongue. The spasms start to come in waves and you stifle a scream. More spasms and the scream escapes. Little jets of juice squirt from your pussy and cover my face. I try to lick it all up; relishing every drop. Like a vise, your thighs tighten around my head and I think you're going to crush me. It's hard to breathe but each breath I manage is pure heaven. Your orgasm seems to last forever and I feel like I'm going to pass out. Finally, the spasms subside into shivers and quivers and you relax just enough for me to take a deep breath. My face is still an inch from your wet pussy and the air I breathe is warm, humid and heavy with the primal odors of uninhibited sex. My mind starts to spin again. 

After a long minute or so, you release me from the grip of your thighs and pull my face up to yours. We kiss like we are starving and only each others lips will save us. My face is still soaked with your cum and I know you can taste it. I also know you love the taste by the way you bathe my face with your tongue. We kiss for a while, savoring the smells and flavors of our lovemaking. Then, taking charge, you pull me on top and wrap your legs around my hips. Reaching between our bodies, you take my rejuvenated erection in your hand and start guiding me to your pussy. The head of my cock presses against your open vulva. Your labia envelopes my shaft and seems to suck me in. You put your lips close to my ear. Your breath is hot. Your voice is husky. Your tone is demanding, "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" John Lodge is singing, 'Ride My See-Saw'.



Foreplay



One of the readers of my story How it all Began, the first Nikolaus and Lauren story, objected to the appearance of Eric in the tale because he did not like gay male sex. He (I'm assuming that he is a he since "Anonymous" is the classic unisex name) suggested that I put a disclaimer on my stories whenever I'm introducing something like that. Of course I'm not going to do that, but I've decided to use key words here as well in Literotica's story tags to "warn" you about the themes that I'm trying to explore in my tale. Please tell me what you think about that... and anything else too, of course.




Foreplay

Nikolaus gazed at his wife, Lauren, a beautiful, dark-skinned woman; a wet dream on legs with a perfect, voluptuous figure, full round breasts with a large dark areole and thick long nipples, perky black woman's ass and long shapely limbs. He had imported her from Jamaica during his first visit to the Caribbean to find himself in the rich reggae culture of her homeland. When the smoke cleared he had to admit that he'd not done too badly for someone not in complete possession of his faculties.



"Good morning, Mrs. Lindborg!"

"Good morning, Stig!"

Nikolaus frowned. Again? How many times had the gardener come in during this month?

"You're looking great as usual, Mrs. Lundborg!"

"I could say the same for you, Stig!" Lauren giggled, glancing slyly at Nikolaus.

"What!" Nikolaus exclaimed. "Are you flirting with our gardener?" 

"No, I'm just being pleasant," Lauren replied, innocently.

Stig was the son of the people next door and he mowed the Lundborg's lawns to earn a little extra money before he went to his second year in college. Nikolaus had even considered giving him a break at the company, but for some reason he did not like the young man and so had kept him at bay. His dislike of the young man had intensified when he had noticed him watching a topless and sunbathing Lauren over the fence with his binoculars one day.

Trust Lauren to pick up on that and use it to make him jealous. He was going to teach her a lesson that she'd never forget! He grabbed his wife's arm and dragged her struggling to the bathroom. He slammed the door.

"Let me go, Nikolaus! What is wrong with you?"

"Shut up!"

"What is the matter with...!"

"I said SHUT UP! Not another word from you!"

With that, he grabbed the front of her jacket and ripped it away, causing the buttons to fly. He wrestled it off her and dropped it on the floor.

"Stop that!" she shouted.

He grabbed at her bra and dragged that down, freeing her other breast and leaving her exposed to his hungry eyes. She covered herself with her free hand while trying to break free of his grasp but he just held her even tighter. God, he wanted her!

He wrestled her to the sink, forcing her to bend over. Pressing against her heavily with his body he grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed hard. She cried out in pain and mortification.

"What are you doing Nikolaus? Stop this!"

"It should be obvious by now, my dear," he growled into her ear. "I'm going to milk you like a cow. I want to teach you that the only person allowed to look at these udders from now on will be me. There will be no more sunbathing while Stig is at home for the summer and there will definitely be no flirting with him and encouraging him to come here more than twice per month!"

And he squeezed even harder. He pulled and twisted her nipples and forced long streams of milk down the sink. He punished her by squeezing for all he was worth whenever she struggled and tried to escape him. Her firm milk-filled melons became softer and puffy under his 20-minute onslaught. She cried but he didn't care, he held them like a vise and squeezed them until they were both painfully empty and she was breathing raggedly, begging him to stop; alternatively between declaring her innocence and desire only to take advantage of the unusually good weather and promising that she had learned her lesson.

"Not yet my dear," he whispered gently into her ear. Then he leaned up and dragged at the waist of her skirt, popping the button there and bursting the zip. He dragged at her skirt and panties, tearing them down in one swift motion.

One-handed, he reached for the bottle of lubricant on the vanitory and rubbed some hastily on his engorged dong. Then he bent her over some more by slapping her roughly and eased himself into her ass.

She groaned and tried to pull away, but his grip on her was firm. He made her take him. Then once settled, herode her hard, finding a frenzied rhythm, reciting a series of new rules that she would have to observe from then on. He rode her until he was satisfied and he felt his cum explode warmly, deep in her body.

"Oh Go..." she groaned arching into him.

"Shut up!" he warned her, nipping her on her shoulders, nuzzling her hair, kissing her neck.

Eventually, he managed to pull himself out of her body and she slumped from the vanitory to the floor, her legs falling apart.

"Get up and get dressed, you have to go to work," he said roughly.

She struggled to her feet after a while and limped to their bedroom to get a change of clothing.

"You are not wearing any underwear today so just a skirt and jacket," he ordered hoarsely.

"You can't be serious?" she said, annoyed. "You know that I need the support, Nikolaus," she protested. "I don't want to shine through my clothes and you know that that will happen if I don't wear a bra. What

the hell is the matter with you? You know that we don't take our sex life outside this house."

"We do now... Everyone in your office will know the sort of slut that you are," he smirked meanly.

"I beg your pardon!"

"You're saying that you're not a slut? Then why are you so wet?" he asked as he moved suddenly and plunged his finger into her throbbing cunt. He tickled her clit and she hung her head, trying to pull away

from him.

She stared at him warily and noticed a new kind of hunger in his eyes; a need to dominate her. It made her want to drop to her knees and swallow his cock whole but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing how turned on she was. Not yet anyway.

She complied, choosing the loosest fitting things that she could find. She kept her body turned away from him, suddenly shy, but trying to remain righteously indignant at the way in which he had treated her.

Nikolaus noticed as she stormed away from him breasts jiggling and glutes bunching, the effect of her high heels, that she could hardly walk and that where the material touched her, her nipples hardened and signalled her arousal to the world. He smiled, they would play later, but in the meanwhile, they would have to endure the day at work.





Nikolaus sighed as Lauren strode into her office, her back straight, her head held high. She'd caught his eye as she climbed out of the car and winked at him. He knew that she must be sore all over but she'd die before letting the people in the office know that.  

Look at her! She belongs to ME! Nikolaus thought joyfully. I still want her. We've just fucked like mad dogs and I still want more! What the hell is happening to me? What did they say in that movie? 'Once you go black, you never go back...' Hell no! Why would anyone give up this much of a good thing?

His Lauren would do ANYTHING with him. They'd exhausted all of his fantasies in the three years that they were married and were well on the way with the ones that he didn't even know he had! Her fantasies had shocked him at first but he'd decided to be open-minded and so plumbed the depths of his hitherto unsuspected dark side. He'd never hurt a woman before meeting her while in exile in her homeland in the exotic Caribbean. He didn't think that he could, but she loved him so much for what he did for her that it led to frequent encounters like this morning when he milked her like a cow over the bathroom sink before raping her ass; punishment for trying to make him jealous by flirting with their neighbour.  Oh Jeez... he was getting hard again! 





"Hello Nikolaus." 

"Gronwyn."

Nikolaus blushed. He hadn't wanted to be caught staring at Lauren like a lovesick schoolboy; and in any event, he had to get to his own work. It would be a long day of meetings. He didn't know how he'd manage to concentrate through them all but he'd have to try. He turned away and waved heartily before the woman could notice his hard on.

"Running late" he called out as he fled.





He'd expected her. He'd wondered about her all day. She came at about 3 o'clock, clutching some files to her chest to hide herself. He was chatting with his secretary when she entered his office. As CEO of his own company, Nikolaus felt blessed to have the dedicated staff that he did. This staff included his wife.

"Have you got a minute?" Lauren asked.

"Sure, we're just finishing up here," His Girl Friday, Astrid smiled. She packed up her papers quickly. "Come to check up on your husband?"

"No, not really, I've come to discuss the schematics for the new IT protocol with the boss. The bid's next week and we need to be ready. I have some ideas that should seal the deal for us..."

"Aahhh! Sounds good! Let me leave you to it then..." Astrid said leaving the room, graciously.

"Do you think she believed that?" Nikolaus asked when they were alone.

"Not really, but at least she can tell people that you're in a meeting with Strategic R&D."

"I'm sure she'd have done that anyway. We need to get her some flowers when this is over. She's a gem!" Nikolaus declared. "So, what exactly, can I do for you?"

"Gosh Nikolaus! Lauren groaned. "They hurt. I need some relief... Please!'

"Please what?" he deadpanned.

"Please help me," she said more shyly.

"Please help you to do what?" he insisted.

"Nikolaus, please!" she whispered desperately as she clutched at him, trying to bring his head to snuggle at her chest. 

Nikolaus resisted. Ah, yes! This was going to be good. He'd see how long it would take her to realise that she was still in punishment.

"Are you trying to say that your breasts are engorged? Do your nipples hurt because you need to be milked again?" They both stared at each other in shock; neither quite believing the words coming from his lips.

Okej then...

"Could you be more crude, Nikolaus?" she asked smirking, breaking character. She had had to work hard on his "dirty talk" and it seemed that the lessons were paying off at last.

"Be careful, my Dear; you were the one who came to me for help, remember?" he smiled lazily at her, the cat about to get the cream.

"So are you going to help me or not?

"Okej, take your clothes off, let me see the size of the problem we have here."

"Take my clothes off? All of it? she asked wide-eyed.

"No, leave your shoes and stockings on," Nikolaus whispered, staring straight into her eyes.

Lauren broke eye contact first and reached desperately for the buttons of her jacket. She hung the garment on the back of a nearby chair and turned to face her husband defiantly. His mouth watered at the sight of her breasts heaving from her shallow breathing. 

"I said that you'd be wearing only your shoes."

"Not here Nikolaus!" Lauren whispered frantically. She was much braver at home than in the public domain.

"Outside in the lobby then? Nikolaus asked innocently.

They both giggled.

"Okej, here!" she said stripping from her waist down after a while. She unconsciously tried to cover herself with her hands. She bowed her head, unable to look at her husband.

"Remove your hands from there," Nikolaus said sternly. "Do not ever try to hide yourself from me again. When I say I want to look at you, I expect an unimpeded view. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Nikolaus; I understand," she snapped.

"Yes Sir," he corrected her gently.

She sighed. Nikolaus took his time staring at her magnificent boobs.  Then his eyes raked down her body to her fat cunt. It was trimmed neatly, not shaven; and the hair glistened with her juices.

"Please..." she began squirming, sexily, under the weight of his gaze.

"Shut up," he ordered. "Come to me," he said softly. "NOW!" he barked when she hesitated. She came to him quickly, the rustle of her stockings inflaming him further. He pulled her to him. "Now tell me what you want me to do for you."

"I need you to suck me, Sir," she whispered, grinding against him like a pole dancer. She thrust her swollen breasts up at him, begging, silently, for relief.

"Like this?" Nikolaus asked taking a sip at one of her teats. He didn't latch on, and so the saliva-moistened nipple only glistened and hardened in the cool air as it popped noisily from his mouth.

"Please Nik... Please Sir!" she sobbed. "Please..." She pressed even harder into him, begging.

"I told you to shut up," he reminded her.

And so he toyed with her: first sipping at one swollen teat then nibbling the other, then kissing the first before licking the second again and burying his face in her cleavage to bite her orbs... and beginning the cycle again, and again, and again, and again, and still one more time.  All the time he did this he held her naked form still, pressed up against his own fully clothed body, by massaging her firm round ass, squeezing it, kneading it like dough, slapping it, slipping his fingers between the cheeks to tease the hole to her anus and dig insistently into her tunnel.

She dared not speak while he tortured her. She was limp with desire. If she opened her mouth she would scream and alert everyone in the building to what they were doing. She already guessed that he was going to deny her satisfaction and she could only hope that it would only be until they got home.





Feeding and putting little Jonas to bed seemed to take forever. The baby would not settle down despite three stories and a song. Eventually Nikolaus went to Lauren's rescue promising his son that he would take him to the zoo if he went to sleep like a good boy.

Nikolaus closed the door. It would be counterproductive to awaken the child. They were alone at last. Hours of sexual frustration meant that there was no need for further foreplay and so they fell on each other like two starving animals after the same choice morsel. A second ruined suit for the day and Lauren was on her back, naked, clutching desperately at Nikolaus; forcing him to mount her in a classic missionary embrace. She was soaking wet and he painfully hard; he sliced into her like a hot knife through butter.

"Oooohhhh, yessssssssssss, Nikolaus please NOW," she sobbed.

He understood and this time he latched on to her swollen breast, and he suckled her while his cock nailed her to their bed.  

"Ooooohhhh Baby!  Yesssssss, yessssss, yesssssssss... Harder! Yesssss! Oooooohhhhh yesssss."



It didn't last long. It couldn't; they were both too far gone after his extraordinary teasing in a long day of waiting for each other.  It only took the edge off though and after 15 minutes of lazy cuddling they were at it again; a gentler sampling of each other's body this time, a lick here, a nibble there and sips, kisses and caresses everywhere. A worshipful pas de deux in which they showed each other how in love they were.



Foreplay







Foreplay



Things moved quickly for a while. My hands were relocked to one of the rings on that heavy belt. Well I knew what those were for, so that was no surprise. Cynthia said "Now its show time. Richard, Paul, over there if you please." They hauled me to a wall: one that was covered floor to ceiling with big, heavy rings. You could hang an elephant or a whole football team from that wall. I glanced at it, but my eyes were on her hands

She had picked up what looked like a fighting stick: hard wood, four feet long, maybe an inch and a half thick. My eyes must have bugged out. I have no idea what she could do with that stick, but I could put four or five people in the hospital if I had it in a bar fight. Her eyes told me she had wanted me to think exactly that. Then, with a ghost of a smile, she ran the stick inside my elbows, uh oh. She nodded to Richard and Paul, who picked me up by the stick under my armpits.

Holy fucking shit. Levels of pain I had never dreamed in my nightmares came to visit. Richard and Paul tied the ends of the stick to the rings on the wall with my heels off the ground. My toes could just reach the floor, so I tried to take some of the load off the agony below my shoulders. It did not seem to help. As I struggled to find some way to control the screaming of my muscles, Cynthia patted my cheek, "There. That should keep you out of trouble while I change. Don't go anywhere."

If I were in any condition to comment, I would have come up with something sarcastic. Instead I tried to communicate "Don't leave me here." through my eyes. She left anyway.

Chapter 5 -- Waiting, Anticipating

It's funny how pain seems to stretch time. After what seemed like an hour, Paul switched his weight to his other foot, and I realized it had been a couple of minutes. My legs started to cramp. When I played football in high school it was a matter of faith that nothing hurt worse than a bad muscle cramp. We were all wrong about that, because somehow it was better. It balanced the fire in my arms. Time passed and Richard leaned over to tell Paul something. It must have been a joke. They both laughed.

Time passed and all the aches and pains merged into one sense of intense discomfort.

...

Time passed.

...

I found myself reflecting on the day past. Remembering how things had been that morning was so ironic I had to laugh. Laughing hurt and the gag got in the way. Somehow that was funny too. I may have gone hysterical for a moment, but that kind of thing does not mix well with gags and reatraints, so I went back to being horribly miserable.

...

Time passed.

...

I started to wonder how long she would be gone.

...

Time passed.

...

Eventually I remembered why she left: a corset. She had gone to get a corset. My compass point ticked north, again.

...

Time passed.

...

Then, time no longer mattered. A wash of clarity, one that I might have enjoyed under other circumstances, swept through my mind. Many seemingly important things ran through my mind, and did not return. It was as if they had been hosed into the drain. I had more important things to think about. It came to me how odd I had been acting all day. Mr. Berle, my tenth grade band conductor, used to call me "Motor mouth." My job at the car shows was as spokesman, a hired mouthpiece. Half of my ex-girlfriends claimed they never got a word in edgewise. Not today. There was hardly a thing I had said, since I met Cynthia, that was not a short answer to a direct question. Every urge to speak had been squashed by a glance, a stern look, or a raised eyebrow. It was surreal, almost unreal, but revealing.

In fact, it was such a revelation that I missed her return.

Chapter 6 -- Dressing and Stretching

Speaking of revelations, Cynthia was one. She wore a simple white bra, white panties and a large white hair bow. There was nothing else, not even shoes or sandals. In her hand she had a basket, which had the shoes, stockings, and something else. My compass twitched again -- she had mentioned a corset. As crazy as it must have looked with me hanging on the wall trussed up as I was, I struggled for a look into the basket. Little Jay stretched out for a look too. She only went over to Paul and handed him the basket.

"Paul, could you help me out a bit here. I need someone to hold my things. This is not something that can be worn without assistance. Would you be so kind?" She glanced at me with just a twitch of the lips, "Jason seems to have other things to do just now." No kidding.

Cynthia pulled up a stool and set one of her sculpted legs on it. My Lord she was built. Every time she moved, muscles rippled under the skin. It was easy to make out the 36 -- 24 -- 34, which, if anything, looked larger but bound up a bit. I had not noticed her perfect pale skin before. Now her long dark hair and the white cotton gave it a luster, like polished marble.

She took a silk stocking out and for one moment stopped in place while her fingers rolled the stocking. Of everything that went on that day, that was the image of her that stays with me: standing motionless, one leg firmly on the ground, the other bent with the foot on a stool, intent on the fingers that slowly rolled a white silk stocking. A statue in life, it was like a light went on and made everything clear.

As I said, there was clarity to my thinking. This is important, because what occurred to me next, would not have occurred to me under other circumstances. In many ways she was like a human statue. Her emotions seemed so controlled; her coloring was so light and dark, her attitude so hard and unyielding, she might have been sculpted. This is not to say that I would not have bruised my prick on that unseen cunt, even if it was hard as rock. Right then Little Jay could have matched any stone for hardness.

Then she bent to roll the stocking over her perfect leg and turned to take the other. I realized I had not drawn breath in some time and rejoined the living. It was a good time to do it: she was putting on the corset. I had never actually seen one before. I had known that corsets were laced in back, but not that they came apart in front. Cynthia told me about corsets as she hooked it together, bottom to top. The corset covered everything from panties to bra plus a little. The discussion would probably be interesting if I could remember anything she said. I spent all my attention watching her. She absently pulled stray bits of elastic and lace clear, and then she turned to a pommel horse and gestured to Paul. Paul moved forward with a start. He had been looking on very intently himself.

"Paul, don't ask." she said, "You cannot afford it. If you do the rest of your job as well as you have so far, I might give you a photo, and you too Richard. I do insist, by the way, that they not be sold. Jason, my sweet, you are already being paid rather well. Let us see if you are, maybe, worth some of it." There was no smile in her smile. I began to get the impression that she reserved pet names for her victims, and wondered how much one had to pay to become a victim.

Cynthia finished adjusting the corset, calmly grasped the pommels of the horse and nodded to Paul. As aroused as I was, I almost felt sorry for Paul. His pants were straining as he reached out to pull the strings tight. Look, smell, touch, but no consummation. Then he had to do it all again, pulling hard on each string. The effect was so gradual it was almost unnoticeable, but when he was finally finished it was remarkable. Before she had been a nicely stacked 36 -- 24 -- 34. Now she was a Barbie-like 36 -- 21 -- 34. If they had Barbies that came with corsets and stockings I might start collecting.

When it was done and tied, she walked around rolling her shoulders for a few moments. That alone was worth the admission. Then she put her leg over a ballet bar like it was the most natural act in the world and stretched her hands out to grasp her ankle as her head came down to her knee. Impossible as it sounds, she seemed comfortable in that position, like she had been born there or spent hours every day stretched against that bar. Then she turned her body against the bend until she was facing parallel to the bar with one arm over her head in an arc while the other having never strayed from the ankle. Then she rolled back to the first position and held it. Then she repeated the whole process with the other leg. Had I not had my mouth gagged open already, it would have hung open then. The most incredible part was the air of unconcern, as if this was casual stretching.

Then she picked up the riding crop and turned her attention to me. My whole world slipped sideways.

Chapter 7 -- Fire and Ice

What had been an erotic cross between Barbie, Gumby and a Victoria's Secret catalog, turned, in a glance, into the Ice Bitch from Nordic Hell. It seemed natural that the black riding crop she had teased me with was in her hand. I have no idea how long it had been since I had paid any attention to my body's aches and pains, but they all came rushing back to me. I hurt. Lord how I hurt. My shoulders screamed from bearing my weight. My calves were cramped from trying to keep the weight off my shoulders, and everything between ached and demanded attention.

It did not seem so important. My whole attention focused on the end of the riding crop. Naturally Cynthia wanted to play with it. She tickled my nose. She flicked lightly on my nipples. It was the first time I ever really appreciated my own nipples as erogenous points. It would have been something else to appreciate in my new clarity, but Cynthia gave me no time to think about it.

She stepped close and ran the braided leather up and down the inside of my thighs and across the underside of my balls. If that was not enough, I got my first good whiff. Lord she smelled luscious. There was the expected musk of a light sweat, the smell of a recent shower, and that indefinable scent that says female of breading age. I could have her for three meals a day.

She stepped back and played with my ears and the hair on my neck. Even though I had no range of movement, I squirmed. She stepped to one side and ran the tip over my bare ass. I had time to think that Justin would prep up perfectly this way, before I reamed out his ass.

Then she made eye contact and raised the crop high. I wanted to watch the crop, but her eyes skewered mine. I could still see it in my peripheral vision. Down it came and... flicked Little Jay on the head. My compass had been pointing north so long that the relief of the orgasm almost knocked me out. My whole body surged as my wad shot through the heavy fabric of the jock strap. All my strength went with it. When it was gone, I sagged against the restraints, spent in more ways than one.

She reached out and patted my cheek, like she might a child that recited his lessons well. "Richard, Paul, please let him down. I think we have sufficient footage for our purposes. You can get him cleaned up through there." They removed the wood stick and carried me to the shower room, where they dumped me on a bench and undid the locks.

I was vaguely glad someone had brought the key. Paul and Richard removed all the gear, but they left the cum filled jock for me. It must have been five minutes before I had the strength to stand and strip it off. Even the cold water barely revived me. Eventually I managed to dress for the street and went outside to find Sean's limo waiting. I didn't ask. I just crawled in the back and told the driver to take me to the hotel. He never said a word, but he kept glancing to the mirror as he drove. The doorman at the hotel gave me the same expression as I waved off his offered hand. I must have made it to the bed, because Justin woke me when he came in the next morning.

Chapter 8 - Editing

Cynthia had indicated that she was not going to give me a picture, but when I met her back at the studio, she relented. She even offered to help me choose one from the tapes. I took her up on that. Sitting next to her as we went through the four, half hour, tapes was an experience I value. Neither of us touched the other, except purely by chance, but it did not matter. Having Cynthia present and the stimulation of jointly doing something was sufficient.

In the course of a four hour session, we selected and cut hundreds of shots for further editing. In the course of that time, we spent 5 minutes selecting my picture. I think my choice surprised her. In any event, Cynthia had reserved veto power, but chose not to use it. The frame was of her with her foot on the stool and her attention on the silk stocking she was rolling. She may have been pleased with the selection, but with her I can never tell for sure. Even without the shot, it would be the enduring image in my mind.

Epilogue -- Work, Work, Work

The pictures used for the catalog were mostly of me. I went through them with Cynthia for an hour. Then, Peter and I spent another 10 hours choosing the exact shots and framing. Funny, we never seemed to clash after that shoot. What Peter did was pure art. eventually the selections were made, and approved -- Cynthia had a hellacious eye for this stuff too. Peter performed digital magic, and turned them all into 17th and 18th century paintings, 19th century daguerreotypes and 1920's silent movie stills. About then, Justin finally emerged. He had candlelight pictures of the Marquis' letter, readable size to arms length. It was easily the best work I had ever seen him do. After that, it was all downhill.

We used Justin's shots as wallpaper for everything written or printed. We used shots of Cynthia and/or me for everything else, including the cover. The cover shot was of Cynthia leaning close and brushing my face with the crop; I still get chills. It has been showing up in picture framing shops all over the east coast, and presumably elsewhere.

The exposure has jump started my career. Becoming a model for Justin had been almost an afterthought. Within a week of the release of the catalog Justin had a dozens of offer to shoot me, usually specifying some form of restraint. Several other offers came directly to me, again to pose for similar shots. All were photographic, except for one artist who wanted to sculpt me nude. That was the one I took first.

Suddenly all the offers were from artists. I posed nude, clothed, disrobing, and of course trussed. Media included paint, virtual paint, and several kinds of sculpture. After the first deluge of mail, Justin had to give up and moved on to other things. Sean Richards suggested me to an agent: JD Mann, of Mann and Hartman. JD is very exclusive and also happens to be one of Cynthia's patrons. At his suggestion I become the "Human Statue."

The name is a bit much, but it expresses the nature of the posing I do. I am told sessions of over an hour are rare. Whether posing for a painter or a sculptor I usually go 4-5 hours before a break. For some reason, being frozen in place seems right to me now. It certainly has financial benefits, but what really surprises me is what it has done for my sex life. Everyone wants to fuck the model who posed for Prometheus Chained.



Foreplay



Naomi came back outside and said that she was about to leave. I told her jokingly that I had wanted to see her in her bikini go swimming. She said keep on wishing. I looked around and just about everyone had gone. Judy was at the door saying good bye to the last of them. Now I wondered who was going to help her clean up the mess.

Here I am sitting by the pool looking in at Judy thinking what was on her mind. She started walking towards the outside where I was. Reaching around her neck and untying the string that was holding her halter top she let it fall to the floor and kept walking towards me. She said that we are alone now and I am going to take a swim. The moonlight glistening on her breast then she stopped right in front of me and let her shorts fall. There she stood wearing nothing. When I say nothing I mean she didn't have on a stitch, not even panties, thongs or anything. Birthday suit staring right at me and she watched me looking down at her. Then she walks past me and jumps in the pool. Using her index finger beckoning me to come on in. What the heck I said as I undressed down to my underwear and jumped in the pool. Judy swam along side of me and asked why didn't I get fully undressed. It didn't take me long to shed them and the both of us were naked as can be.

Judy came closer to me and pressed her body up against mine. I guess she wanted to see my dick rise in the pool. That it did. She knew what she was doing. Then she disappeared below me and I felt something warm on my hard dick. She was under water sucking on me and playing with my balls. The water felt good and so did her sucking. When she came back up for air she asked me if I like that. Then she asked me if I had ever made love in hot tub or swimming pool. My answer was no. Not knowing that she had a hot tub upstairs. She swam over to the edge and said come with me. We didn't have towels or anything just walked through the house dripping water and when I got upstairs there she sat in the hot tub. Come on in she said as I eased down in the warm tub feeling the soothing sensation.

The only light in the room was from the candles that was spread around the room. She had put coconut oil in the water and with the fragrance from the candles it smelt wonderful. Judy came over to me on my left side and held her head over for me to kiss her. As our lips met we stayed there for a long time then suddenly her tongue met mine and we began exploring each others mouth. For what seemed like forever Judy then raised her right leg and put it over me. With her left hand she reached under her thigh and got hold of my hard dick and eased it to her pussy lips. When it touched the lips of her pussy like a suction was in the water. Dick eased right in her pussy as she lay her head back on the tub. Neither of us were moving just letting the warm water soothe our bodies. Judy said she just want to lie there with my dick in her pussy as she had been dreaming about it. From the first moment that we met she said I have wanted to feel this inside of me. Now I have it and I am going to just lie here and enjoy all of it.

That didn't last long. I was thinking that we were going to stay in the tub with dick in her pussy when she eased back and got of of the tub and lay on the bed. When I got to the bed she had her legs open and up in the air. She had her hands in between her legs with her pussy lips spread apart and all I had do was put the dick right in the middle. When my dick entered her tight pussy this time there was a lot of movement. Her hips raised up to meet my thrusts and when she started grinding her hips I thought that she was going to come off the bed. Frantically she literally fucked me. Easing my dick out of her wet pussy, I then lay back on the bed and told her if you want to fuck me come get it. She got up and sat on my dick. She was sitting as thought she was in a chair and the only thing that was touching me was her pussy. Watching her grind those hips of hers while she had her hand under her breast squeezing on them.. When she was ready to cum which was quick, she eased down on my body and said baby suck my left nipple cause I am ready to cum. With a hard grip on my dick the both of us went into an orgasm ecstasy. Afterwards we lay there making small talk when she asked me had I ever slept with my dick in a pussy all night. No I said I have never had the opportunity.

I knew then that one day soon I will be back in her pussy again. Judy's pussy was tight and she knew what to do with it, but I could tell that it hadn't been fucked often. She had mentioned to me during our "small talk" that she sometimes lay in bed at night and play with herself a lot. She really had something to play with and I wouldn't mind playing with it on a nightly basis. But I had another situation that I was going to have to hurry and get out of. Angela and her club of women that has all the sex toys. 

It was getting late and Judy was in the shower. Just as I was getting out of bed she came in the room and asked if I was leaving. I told her that I didn't want to wear out my welcome and new that she was on call and needed her rest. As she got back on the bed and began to lie down, she pulled off her robe where there was nothing. Looking at me as I starred at her naked body. Then she said you still want to leave? Hell no I wasn't going any where but under the covers with her. From that moment on until early the following morning neither of us got much sleep. It was just one of those kind of moments and the both of us enjoyed it.

When I got back to my apartment just went right to the bed and fell out on it. No I wasn't tired or anything it just feels so good to be in your own bed. I was going to relax today with no interruptions I had hoped. What I had proposed to do was write out something and give it to Angela so she would know how and what to expect. But in her case I remembered her telling me that her partner only thought of himself. I sat there and made up my mind about the whole situation. When I talked to her again I was just going to tell her that instead of her learning about foreplay it should be her husband. It wasn't long before the telephone rang and it was Angela. There on the telephone I explained everything to her about who is the one that needs to lear about foreplay. I also told her that men and women both should experiment with the others body to learn all they can about them. Went on to explain to her by my physically showing her was only going to help her in getting orgasms only without the toys. Told her that she had a beautiful body and would love to make love to her but with her being married I felt that she wouldn't release all the way. Then I asked her a delicate question. Angela, are you looking for a lover? All of a sudden it got quiet on the other end of the telephone. Hello I said. Suddenly the dial tone came on meaning she had hung up or got disconnected.

Feeling good about what I had done I got up and made coffee. Naomi stopped by on her way to work to give me a third degree. I asked her what have I done and she said made Judy happy and all she is talking about is you. Well isn't that what you wanted I asked her? She came over to the table and sat down looking me in the eyes. You didn't have to make her like she told me. I was shocked and speechless for words at what she said. Then I asked her don't you have to go to work? She had a look on her face that I had never seen before and getting up she said I will be back when I get off work we haven't finished this conversation. Walking her to the door trying to figure out what was on Naomi's mind but then I would have to wait until later to find out.

I couldn't wait for Naomi to call or come by to tell me exactly what was going on. I didn't have to wait to awful long. There was a knock at the door and when I opened it there was Naomi standing there with her hands on hips. Hips she had and I often wondered who was pounding on them. When she walked in she came right up in front of me and said, what do I look like chopped liver or something? Turning and walking over towards the sofa to sit down she was right on my heels. After sitting, I asked her what was going on. When she sat down she said what is wrong with me? For the past two years she said I have been trying to give you this pussy and you just won't take it. But when I introduce you to someone else you try to put your damn name in the pussy. What's wrong with mine do I smell or something reason why you don't want to fuck me? With that I definitely needed a strong drink. Walked over to the bar and poured me about three or four fingers of Tanqueray sipped and walked back over to the sofa. I asked her why did she introduce me to her then and why before now haven't you said something more than be good, don't do anything that I wouldn't do. Why is it that you have never said anything to me I asked her.

In a way she said I have always said small things to you that is why I asked you do I look like chopped liver. You never would pick up on any of the things that I would be telling or saying to you. I didn't at first mind you and Judy together cause she needed to be with someone but I didn't think that you was going to stand up in her pussy to make her like it. Damn baby why couldn't that have been me? I was speechless. Didn't want to put my foot in my mouth so I decided to just sit there and sip on my drink and let Naomi talk. Standing up, Naomi pulled off the smock that she was wearing and turned around. Then looking at me, she said what is wrong with these, pointing to her breast as the nipples were protruding out of her bra. Putting her hands in her pants she turned again and asked what is wrong with my ass, hips to large, not large enough or what? Tell me she said I want to know that is why I took off work early to find out.

Looking at her hips started the excitement in my loins and throbbing. I have always said that Naomi was a fine person. I had never touched her to know just how soft she was. I had never felt her touch me even in passing but something was telling me that all was going to change. As I was refilling my drink she walked out of the room. She knew her way around my apartment to include every inch of my sofa when she wanted to take a nap while on call. Standing there looking out the window thinking and sipping on my drink I wondered why she waited until now to tell me this. Oh well I thought, it doesn't matter now what has happened is done with now.

I didn't see her when she came out of the bedroom. She called me and when I turned around I almost dropped the glass that I was holding. There she stood wearing nothing but a peach colored bra with matching bikinis. She started towards me and when she was close to me she then embraced me and I felt her softness and she was soft. She stood about 5'10 and I didn't have to bend to far and when our lips met for the first time in three years it was like having your first orgasm. Pulling away with a smile on her face she said nice, very nice. For three years I have been wanting you to do that but you never would. The warmth of her body still lingered in my mind as she walked over to the sofa and sat down.

Crossing her leg and putting her arm on the back of the sofa she asked are you going to join me or just stand there looking puzzled? I continued to stand there looking at her sitting there looking so pretty and enticing. Then slowly walking over to the sofa, I sat my glass down on the table. While I was turned away from her she had unhooked her bra and was holding it in her hand when I turned back around. Looking up at me she said, "you want to taste these"? I never knew that her breast was that full. Her nipples were hard an almost saying suck on these and see what they taste like. When I sat down next to Naomi I could still feel the heat from her body. Without saying a word I leaned over and kissed her lips softly. Keeping my hands on the sofa and never touching her legs, breast, or anything. Then getting up, I reached out for her hand as I helped her up and we walked to the bedroom.

She got on the bed as I followed her to a full embrace. Feeling her hard nipples on my chest as I let my tongue explore her mouth. My hand began to massage her inner thighs as she started opening her legs so that I could fell everything. Then a thought occurred to me that I wanted this to be a special moment. I got off the bed. Went to the kitchen to get me three round pineapples with the hole in them. When I got back in the bedroom she looked up at me wondering what was I going to do with the pineapples. Putting them on the night stand, I walked over to where Naomi was lying, reach down and started sliding her bikini's down her thighs. Still not knowing what I was about to do I reached over and picked up the pineapples.

I told her that she had three areas that need to be attended to and I wanted it with Pineapples. Putting a pineapple ring around the mound of each nipple then the last one I put right around the hairs on her pussy. She had curly hairs around her pussy with small lips. With every one in there place I began kissing on her lips and sucking on her tongue. Down to her neck slowly licking as I let my hand cup her breast. Kissing and sucking on her nipples as I licked the juices as they rolled from the pineapples on her naked body. When I reached her navel I let my tongue play with it while my hand was still under her breast. Nibbling on the pineapple that was on her pussy I then noticed that there was some juices going down the side of her pussy lips. As I licked on her inner thigh she began to writhe and moan. Letting my tongue roll all around her pubic hairs I then let my index finger open up her pussy. As I put my finger in her pussy feeling the wetness and then letting my tongue start to explore it.


With pineapple in my mouth and tongue in Naomi's pussy I let it work around and around touching all and everything inside her wet pussy. Going to the top of her pussy with my tongue licking the sensitive spot that had never been touched. Feeling her pelvic rise up to my tongue everytime I would start sucking on it. Taking my tongue out of her pussy I started talking to her asking how it felt and if she wanted more of it. Still my finger was fucking her. Kissing on her inner thighs and letting my tongue just kiss and lick all the way up and down her thighs. Looking at her knowing that she was feeling hot and wanted to cum. I then put my tongue in her pussy again and let it go all the way in as far as it would go. She started using her muscles as she gripped on it and started to roll her hips. Her movements got faster and faster when all of a sudden she stopped and tighten up. She started screaming and moaning at the same time.

Cum started to shoot all over my tongue. Thick hot cum had my tongue, lips, and face covered. I kept on licking and sucking as she started shaking and holding on to my arm squeezing me. I told her to release all of it as I started sucking on her nipple and eatting the pineapple that was still in place. Pineapples and cum was a good snack and tasted rather good. Continued to suck on her nipples then to her sweet lips as her tongue was in my moouth before my lips were on hers. She then started rubbing her hands up and down my back. As our lips parted she looked at me smiling. Baby she said, I feel good and that was wonderful. I never knew that foreplay could be so fulfilling and satisifying.

While she talked to me as I lay on her right side. I was letting my hand go up and down her leg. Raising it up as she continued to tell me how good she was feeling I wanted to make sure that she felt better. Didn't want her to come down from the heat that she was feeling. With her leg up I eased my dick in her wet pussy. She never knew it was coming and when she felt it she gripped it hard and moaned. Baby she said oh baby that feels good. Letting her leg rest on mine and giving here all dick she started pumping on it slowly at first then her rhythm got faster. When I started rubbing her stomach then down to the hairs around her pussy she just let her muscles work on me. She said baby I want some of your cum in me. That is when I let my finger start playing with her clit. It had been overlooked and never had come from its hiding place. When I touched it Naomi winced slightly. With her eyes closed, she just moved her head back and forth moaning. I knew that she was about to cum again. Taking my dick out open up her eyes. Then I lay on my back and told her come an get it.

She got up and straddle me and sat down on my hard dick. It went right where it was suppose to without guiding. She could do what she wanted while sitting on it and I cold suckon her nipples. Taking one in my mouth an sucked slowly and gently. With my hands on her waist she started fucking me like I had never had it before. Squeezing then letting it go was what she was doing to it. She then put her hands under her breast and began massaging them. When she went all the way down on my hardness she started cumming and appeared that it wouldn't stop. Letting her release all that was in her and with my dick still deep in her wet pussy. I eased her backwards never removing my dick and when I got on top of her took her legs and put them on my shoulder and started fucking nothing but hot wet pussy. Naomi came three more times when I filled her pussy with my hot cum.

As we lay on the bed kissing and hugging feeling the wetness on the bed she said that we could do that for the rest of the day and all night. She felt really good and had a glow about her face. I had to ask her when is the last time that she had been fucked. I couldn't believe it when she said that it had been more than three years. She went on to tell me that she had been tempted to play with it while lying in bed thinking about it but never did. I knew then how and why she had so much cum and why it was so thick. Then she asked if I had a problem with her staying over the weekend. Did I have any plans? No I said I have no problem with you staying here in fact I want you to. She raised up to kiss me. Then she jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. In the shower she took the soap and bathed me down as I in turn washed her curly hairs around her pussy and let my fingers play with her hairs. I knew that this was going to be a long weekend in bed with Naomi.

Naomi dressed and was headed for the door. She turned and said I will be right back got to go and get something from my apartment plus some snacks. Smiling and glowing she walked out the door. Putting on some soft music and got ready to fix a couple of steaks.

When she returned she looked better than when she left. Wearing shorts and a white t-shirt she asked if her pager went off. After telling me about what she had done she sat down for her steak and said I want another kind of steak. We both laughed. After dinner she asked me what about Judy. I said what about her. Is it going to be me or her she asked. I thought that was a direct question and was sure she wanted a direct answer. So I told her I will let my actions speak. I have no intentions of calling Judy and I only met her through you. She got up and went to get a drink asked if I wanted one.

We sat there talking then she got up and came over and sat in my lap. Automatically something started to rise feeling the softness of her hips on me. She started wiggling in my lap and when she felt to see if I was hard she got up and grabbed my hand and headed to the bedroom. As we walked in the room she was pulling off her shirt. As it hit the floor there was no bra on and nipples were still hard. Standing there wriggling her hips out of her shorts, I was thinking that she wouldn't have on panties either. She didn't as I suspected but instead were red thongs. Thin strap around her waist and just a little covering her pussy. Pubic hairs were sticking out on the sides. Reaching around and untying it and letting it fall she then said I want you on the bed. We embraced and started kissing and falling on the bed. She reached over and cut off the lamp and said this is going to be a long night baby so lets get comfortable.




Foreplay



After making love all night and part of the morning Naomi and I fell asleep. I woke up around nine the next morning and to my surprise my dick was still in Naomi's pussy. While it was already in her I started moving slowly until she woke up. What a nice way to be awaken in the morning she said I like it. We started the day of cumming and cumming.

From that day on Naomi and I have been closer than ever before. She now has a key to the apartment and I haven't been out with any other women since the night that Naomi and first kissed. By the way, foreplay can be sweet if both parties are involved.



Foreplay



She got invited to dinner and she dressed for the occasion in a nice, knee-length blue denim skirt and a white peasant blouse. Her cork sandals complimented her delicate feet, her toes painted red decorated with a few silver toe rings. Nervously, she reached up and touched a few of the curls falling from a deliberately messy ponytail, moving them to the side, a needless move since they were supposed to look messy. She shook her head, wondering why she was so nervous. She had been out with this guy about six times already. They knew each other well, they’d been friends for a long time and when he’d asked her out on a date, it had felt very natural and not weird at all.

But now, it felt weird… well, what felt really weird was the sexual tension that had never been there before. Take two nights ago for example. They’d been out with their regular group of friends, people she knew through work that he’d known since college. After watching the basketball game and downing quite a few drinks, the conversation had, as it usually did, turned to sex. And he had decided now would be the perfect time to let everyone, including her, in on his plans for his next date with this great girl he had been seeing. She had laughed off his outrageously detailed sexual plans, fully aware of the fact that no one knew about their dates, but deep down inside, she had been shaken to her core with excitement. Some of the things he’d said, the way he’d described what he would do… made her toes curl from excitement.

And to add insult to injury, he’d called her the previous night and had caressed her entire being, physical, spiritual and otherwise, with his words and his innuendoes until she thought she would literally explode. And by the time she’d been nothing more than a quivering, panting and most definitely wanting mess, he’d wished her a very good night, leaving her high and anything but dry. In that moment, she’d hated him with every fiber of her being.

But now, after fifteen hours and twenty-eight minutes of wanting him more than anything in her life, she was ready for him to make good on all of the promises he’d made her in front of all of their friends on Friday night… she had a strong desire for him to make Sunday her favorite day again… she yearned for him to make her toes curl until her toenails dug into the soles of her feet, no matter not well trimmed her toenails were.

She fanned herself for a moment… she couldn’t see him with sweat beading on her forehead and upper lip, tongue licking her trembling lips. She had to be calm, cool and incredibly collected when she opened the door to him and his sensual promises.

The doorbell rang and she took the time to gently blot her face before opening her door to him. He was looking very good in his black suit and dark burgundy shirt, his dark hair curling on the jacket collar.

“Oh,” she said, reaching up to touch her bare collar bone, “am I underdressed for the occasion?”

“Most definitely not. You are, as always, just perfectly dressed.”

“Good… I do aim to please.”

“And to be pleased?” “I leave that portion of the evening up to you.”

He chuckled into the shell of her ear in response before licking it. Reveling in her responsive shiver, he led her to his car and opened the door for her. As he walked around the car, he never took his eyes off her and slid in by her side, starting the car and driving down the street before laying a proprietary hand on the knee her short skirt had left bare by riding up her thighs.

“You know,” he whispered in his bedroom-perfect voice, “there is nothing sexier than a woman willing to go the extra mile to actually please herself.”

“Don’t you mean watching a woman go the extra mile to please herself?”

“Far be it from me to say that watching a woman masturbate…” he paused then, letting that word hang in the air between them, “… isn’t very sexy… however, the mere thought of a woman touching herself, of those delicately slim fingers probing that rose in just the perfect way, of the look on her face when she surprises herself at the pleasure she can give her own self… and the knowledge that she’s doing it for no one but herself… now that redefines sexy…”

“And if… just if, I were to start doing it to myself right now?” she asked, slowly inching up the hem of her skirt.

“I’d drive both of us off the road…”

“Well, I did get into this for the new experiences…”

“Never mind… anyhow you and I aren’t getting off the beaten path before much later tonight.”

“Oh really… and what does that mean for me?”

“That those cute little sandals of yours will have to remain in my car…”

“Mmmmmmmmm… that might be a good thing…”

“Oh… it is…”

At the look in his eyes and from the way he squeezed her knee, she couldn’t help an excited giggle…

“I’ll have the filet mignon with the baked potato and garden vegetables please,” she told the waiter with a warm smile.

“And how do you want the meat?”

“Medium well done please.”

“Sounds good to me,” her dinner companion added, “I’ll have the same.”

“You know,” she said, leaning over the table as soon as the waiter left them alone, “there is nothing I hate more than a man without any imagination.”

“After last night, you think I have no imagination? Now that hurts.”

“I am so sure it doesn’t.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t. Just gives me a reason to want to try to impress you…”

“Which you do.”

“I know…”

“You do?”

“Darling, a woman who gets that wet, that fast, doesn’t get that wet for no reason. And I like to believe that I am that reason.”

“That wet? Do I get wetter than other women?”

“Yes.”

“Oh… and is that a bad thing?” she asked, insecurity flashing in her eyes.

“No… it’s a rare pleasure to see a woman enjoying your ministrations that much… a very arousing thing.”

“Oh…”

“Don’t,” he whispered, “ever doubt your ability to turn me on… that insecurity of yours… that awesome wetness… I was thinking of that last night and on Friday night when I was telling everyone what I was going to do to you, I was thinking of all those sexy aspects of your personality that only I know about.”

“Only you? You do realize I wasn’t a virgin when I first got into bed with you?”

“Yes… but do you know that whoever tried pleasing you before couldn’t get anywhere near the way I’m pleasing you?”

“Conceit is always a turn off.”

“Mmmmm, so tell me… did you happen to read Michael Moore’s Stupid White Men?”

“A friend of mine got it and is going to lend it to me once she’s done reading it. Is it any good?”

“Oh yeah…”

As the conversation got more and more intellectual, she relaxed and her feet curled around her chair legs as she leaned forward over her salad and traded opinions with her dinner date. She was so lost in the conversation that when she felt his toe run along her bare leg that she all but fell right out of her chair. Her eyes wide, she stared at him as he kept on his discourse, not looking the least bit disturbed by this latest bit of sensual torture he was now plying on her. But she was disturbed and seriously so. Not only did his toe’s movement on her calf seem incredibly confident and firm but his foot didn’t feel rough on her skin. Even when he ran the top of his foot over her tibia, she was surprised at how soft his foot felt. His toenails were clipped and his cuticles were non-existent, making her shiver with delight.

“Stop,” she hissed at him.

“No.”

“I’m about to scream here.”

“Hold it in.”

“I can’t!”

“Try…”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to stop herself from screaming as his foot, his foot of all things, thrilled her to no end. And every time she thought she had herself under control, she felt his toe inch up higher and higher until it disappeared under her skirt. Trying to keep herself from screaming as he got closer and closer to her first climax was one thing, but maintaining her intelligent half of the situation, that was something else. Words flew out of her mouth faster than she could make sense out of them and he often tilted his head to the site, patting her hand, letting her know she had said something completely ridiculous and nonsensical. She tried returning the favor but she couldn’t keep her focus. She continuously found her self-control wavering until she felt his toe at the apex of her thighs. Then she gave up all pretenses of control and gave in to the wondrous feelings his toe, his toe of all things, was bringing about in her.

The surprising digit then sunk right into the damp gusset of her panties and she gasped loudly enough for some of the other dinners to look at her in askance. She covered by coughing, as if she had choked on something and by the time she recovered, his toes… his wonderful toes were working hard… very hard at removing her small lace panties. She resisted initially tensing her muscles to stop his dangerous progress until he leaned forward and trapped her fingers in his hand, bringing the tips up to his very full mouth. Then, she watched, dazed, as he licked the tips of her fingers right where the skin met the nails, a conspicuous erogenous zone if there ever was one. She gave into the sensuality of the moment, her body becoming languid and liquid from the pleasure he plied with his mouth and tongue.

Then, as she stared at him rather blankly, she saw him tuck a scrap of black satin into his jacket’s breast pocket.

“What was that?” she asked him.

“Your panties…” he grinned as his big toe dug inside her humid folds.

“Oh, you rat! Ooooh, I could just…”

“Cum?”

“I will not…”

“Oh, you might not want to in order to preserve your good girl image but as a woman burning to explore her sensuality and her daring, you want to quite badly.”

“You are so cocky…”

“What an appropriate choice of words.”

“Bite me!”

“Say lick me instead.”

The tip of his toe grazed over her engorged clitoris right then and there and surprised her with its versatility. He watched her grip on her control melt away like ice in the Sahara desert and waited with bated breath for her to allow herself to tumble over into desire. He moved his toes slowly, never letting her know if he would go left or right, up or down, in or out, until she relaxed completely. She managed to bring her elbow up to the top of the table and rested her cheek on her fisted hand, shielding part of her face as her mouth opened is a silent scream of utter delight. She shook almost imperceptibly and ran a ragged hand through her hair before looking up at him, her dinner now cold and long forgotten.

“What do you do for an encore?”

To Be Continued...



Foreplay



Although there is no one best way to do it, I usually like to arouse her interest right away. It is not that I want to eschew foreplay. On the contrary, the majority of the time must, of necessity, be spent on foreplay. After all, how much time can you spend on the climax?

I have nothing against the climax. Why bother doing it at all if you're never going to get to a climax? Some people don't have a problem with that, but I think you would agree that, for the majority of us, we really don't want to bother getting into it if there is not going to be a payoff.

I guess I'm really just talking about a variation: start quickly before beginning the long, slow tease. That is where I am most in my element, during the long, slow tease.

This time it was no different. I got her attention within the first minute. I wanted her riveted on everything I did. I wanted her to respond to every little nuance. Like an experienced musician I had my riffs that she had come to expect and I would not disappoint. I could see her face taking on that look of absolute concentration. Nothing else in the world existed for her at this moment. She knew that if she would just surrender to my ministrations, all of her worldly woes would wane until they did not exist for the duration.

I could see the intense concentration on her face. I had her from the start. She was entranced. I could lead her in any direction and she would follow. And that is my point about the long, slow tease. I could take her anywhere and she would go ardently without any inhibition whatsoever, but not if I rushed it. There had to be an attainable goal ahead. I had to do it in such a way that she could sense it coming; that she desired its arrival.

And I did. Her anticipation burgeoned. She could sense we were getting somewhere we needed to be. And then I took it away. I side tracked her with something unexpected; something pleasant and meaningful on its own. It added to the experience, but paced it so that I could build the tension anew. It was a part of the process and yet a respite. I drew it out until she was all but begging me to plunge on.

That's how I knew I had the timing right. I plunged on. I had been toying with her emotions but now I drew her back in. I increased the intensity. Things were going fast and furious. That is how she liked it. I must admit I like it that way too. Her fervor built until it seemed that she would be consumed by it. That is when I had anticipated that this would be the perfect time for another divertissement.

I am not a cruel person. I do this out of love. Resolution achieved too easily will not be as prized. I do this for her. I do this for all of them. If I am not resolute, they will know that I don't have my heart in it. They will know I am just going through the motions. They will know I have cheated them.

Her breaths grew closer together and heavier. Her hands clenched. A tear formed in the corner of an eye. She was losing control.

Unable to constrain herself any longer, she shouted, "Oh my God!" We had reached the climax.

I love it when she is vocal. What better way is there to know that I have succeeded in bringing her the pleasure I worked so hard to craft?

It could have ended there. Sometimes it is appropriate. But more often the experience is reinforced with some after play. It offers us the opportunity to bond. It offers us the opportunity to share a knowledge and truth that is intensely personal. It offers us the opportunity to think about doing this again and again.

That is why I chose after play this time. As if to confirm the wisdom of my decision, she relaxed and breathed a contented sigh as I finished.

"That was fantastic," she said.

"Thank you. I'm really glad you liked listening to my story."



Foreplay and Fucking on the Patio



Note: This is my first adult story ever. I apologize for my English, as it's my 2nd language. I'm from Italy and have a light accent, and I hope you can kind of picture it while reading my story. Enjoy!

*****

Remember last night? I've waited so long to make a move on you, and it didn't disappoint. Your event turned out to be a success and you invited back to your place for a drink. I usually don't drink, as I get very vulnerable, but I simply couldn't take my eyes off you for the entire night. You looked so beautiful, so stunning, so perfect. Since everyone had already left, I took you on your offer and followed you home. 

You invited me in and poured me a glass of red wine, while I put some music on. We sat down on a white, soft carpet in front of your fireplace and we talked for a while. You were still dressed up in a smoking hot dress, wearing a white pearl necklace, pearl earrings, and high heels. You looked like a Goddess. At one point you had your legs almost completely exposed and I simply couldn't stop from looking at them. I was extremely turned on by the sight of your thin, see-through stockings, and I knew you noticed me looking. But I didn't want to make a move just yet. I simply wanted to grow those arousing feelings and see where they would take me next. I also couldn't hide my excitement and I immediately stood up with an excuse. I walked out of the living room and stepped outside in the patio. I just didn't want you to see what my thoughts had been doing to my body. 

We stayed out talking for a bit. It was nice out, a light breeze, not too cold, and the entire sky was lit with breath-taking stars. It was the perfect night! You lit on some candles and your big patio facing a lake and mountains turned into a truly romantic getaway. Where could I hide next? Nowhere. It was time.

You were standing right there, in front of me, silent, with one hand on the railing and the other sipping wine, waiting for me to do something. I was so nervous, but I then approached you from behind, holding you lightly just to keep you warm enough. I couldn't help but looking at your sexy dress. Who am I kidding; I was looking at your body! I was trying to imagine what was underneath. Yes, I was literally checking you out. I glanced at your cleavage, shaped by perfectly rounds breasts, hidden by a thin black bra. You obviously caught me and instead of pushing me away, you asked me if I liked what I was seeing. I certainly did! That's when I made my first move. 

I placed your glass down, held you in my arms, and looked you straight in the eyes. Within an instance your lips were touching mine. I gently kissed you. I passionately caressed your hair, and we finally kissed intensely. You grabbed my shoulders and pushed your body against mine. I wanted you bad, real bad! And it was finally happening! I turned you around, and you immediately pushed your body back on me. Your butt was touching my pants. I was hard, really hard. My cock was fully erected already. It was ready to come off my boxers and be inside you. While your hands were sensually feeling my butt, squeezing it hard, I started unzipping your dress. You were looking at the lake, and for a minute you were worried someone could see us. However, it didn't take us long not to care. We continued our foreplay right in the open, with the possibility of being caught. That was such a turn on. 

I leaned your head over to your side and started kissing your neck, biting your ear, and licking your shoulder. Holy fuck, you tasted delicious! I wanted you so bad. But not just yet, I wanted to please you first. I placed your hands on the patio railing and spread your legs apart, just like a cop would do. You were mine! At this point you were still fully dressed, but not for long. I completely unzipped your clothing and pull it down to your belly. Your big, beautiful, round breasts were tied in only by a sexy bra that was soon about to come off. I ordered you not to move, that you were held hostage, and to take anything that was coming your way. I dropped my hands down to your legs, touching them from the bottom, all the way up to your butt. I raised your dress until I exposed your sexy black panties. OMG, you looked so sexy, so perfect! I so wanted to fuck you right there and then, but not yet. Your stockings held up by your panties, those electrifying high hills, and the sight of your naked back with just your bra on drove me completely insane. I allowed you to bend forward, pushing your ass out a bit more so that I could do anything I wanted. I got on my knees and I started massaging your inner tights. You were incredibly turned on. I could see your panties getting wet. At that point my desire was to taste your delicious cum, and so I did. I dug my long tongue on top of your black panties and licked your pussy in and out. You tasted so good, and had chills all over your body. Your moan was so load that I'm sure someone not too far heard us. I kept sucking you and licking you like there was no tomorrow. 

It wasn't time yet, and so I stopped you from pulling your panties down on your own. Instead, I grabbed them with my teeth and I slowly pulled them down with my lips - slowly, very slowly. Every inch exposed had a river of cum, flowing down your tights. Your panties were finally all the way down, and you begged me to lick you one more time. And so I did. I licked your hot, wet pussy lips until you came ferociously. You were moaning like a real woman. You looked hot and hungry for sex. I got on my feet, turned you around, and kissed you passionately so that you could taste your own cum as well. My hand aggressively ripped your bra off exposing your huge tits against my body. I pushed you forward and started sucking on them, hard. You had beautiful, puffy, perky nipples that I viciously sucked, licked, and kissed. All this time I was so turned on and very much enjoying pleasuring you that I knew my cock was ready to explode at any moment. 

You reached down, removed my belt, and unzipped my pants. Oh fuck! With both hands you pulled down my pants and revealed my hard, fat, fully erected cock, poorly hidden inside my boxers. You know, I've always loved masturbating with my boxers on. The thin fabric always gave me an amazing, sensational feeling and aroused me immensely. I knew it wouldn't have taken long for you to make me scream. While we kept kissing, your hands reached for my cock. You stroked it hard, and it took me an instant to cum. OMG, I had already come. It was that quick! That's what you did to me. I was so horny and full of desire for you that I couldn't keep it long enough. But I knew there was more than that. 

You immediately got on your knees, pulled down my boxers, and exposed my still hard cock. It was thick, big, fat, juicy, fully pumped with veins, and looked ready to explode. It was completely covered in hot, tasty cum. You squeezed it so hard, and started licking all the juices off. You sucked on it like a well-behaved whore who wanted it hard that night. My erection never stopped, and my lust and desire for you were so endlessly extreme that I had let you squeeze, suck, and lick my cock for a much longer. You aggressively grabbed my balls, my weak spot, and squeezed them so hard that it looked like you wanted them to pop. Fuck, it felt so good! I never wanted you to stop. But I wanted to please you more. I pulled you up and we kissed again. This time, we were both tasting cum, my own cum, at the same time. It was the best French kissing I've ever experienced. And I was so ready to fuck you again. 

I once again placed your hands on the railing and spread your legs apart. At this point the only thing you had on were your stockings and high hills. I bent you over making sure your ass was out and about. Your pussy was still dripping wet. I spread your butt cheeks apart and licked your butt hole while I held you by your inner thighs. That was it; I couldn't handle it anymore! I leaned back up and I fucked your pussy like I was almost raping you, which turned you on even more. I fucked you hard, harder, slow, fast, faster, deeper, and harder. With one hand on the railing and the other on your ass, you were trying to spread your butt cheeks apart so that I could fuck your ass too. I pulled out, and started fucking you in the ass, in and out, faster and faster, deeper, and deeper. I then released my huge load of hot, never-ending cum inside you, while you, with one hand, were squeezing my balls so fucking hard that you wouldn't let go. Holy fuck, that was great! You wanted more, so you quickly got on your knees and sucked on my pumping, cum-covered cock. I felt pleasure and pain at the same time. 

And I'm the romantic guy; I'm the old fashion guy who loves to make love before rough sex and pure, hardcore fucking. I guess foreplay turns me more than anything else. That night it turned me into a naughty man, the wild man that I privately am with my partner. But it wasn't so much private that night; was it? Who knows who walked by and watched us? I hope they enjoyed the show because I know we did. 

And so we walked inside and rushed to your bed where I continued fucking you hard, in every position, all night long, from dark to dawn. 

The next morning we woke up smiling, satisfied, but still hungry for more. You quietly asked me if I wanted to be your bitch, and getting abused, and fucked by you anytime you felt like. I smiled, but remember, what you do to me, I do to you.



Foreplay Dispensed With



My world was almost entirely humid darkness. I could just barely make out the insides of toned thighs, and the short pubes right beneath my nose. I was using my tongue and lips as firmly as I dared on Lonnie's slippery clit.

"Fuck. Hurry up! I'm going to be late for uni!"

I heard her muffled voice commanding me from above the quilt and, as I sometimes did when I was irritated with her, I poked the tip of my pinkie finger up into her clenched anus.

"Oh, you dirty little prick!" She squealed, shifting her thighs. It was strange: she furiously hated for me to anything back there, but she always came faster and harder when I did it anyway.

Which, after half a minute of renewed pressure, was the case now.

"That's it, that's it," she gasped. The heat and the smell of her sex were all around me, and I really worked her with my tongue. She moved her hips in circles, grunting, and I saw her stomach clench. Then she lay back down, relaxed.

The covers were swept off and the dazzling morning sunlight almost blinded me. She was propped up on her elbows, her breasts and her hair hanging freely. She possessed the kind of casual beauty that always radiated from some girls.

"I don't have time for a shower now. Thanks a lot." It was only her eyes that told me the whip crack darkness in her voice was mostly an act.

"And who's fault is that?" I asked.

"Yours, clearly."

I snorted and pushed my almost-forgotten pinkie another inch into her. Her eyes widened, and she bought her knee up viciously into my chest.

"And I told you not to do that!" She stormed, pulling herself away from the probing finger and out of bed. I didn't give her the satisfaction of rubbing my sore ribs as I sat up.

She quickly pulled on some underwear and a pair of jeans. It had been three months since I'd first tasted her sweet, forbidden body. Yet after all that time her clean, tanned curves still seemed new and exotic to me.

She finished getting dressed and tied up her long, dark hair.

"See you later," she said, leaning in toward me and running her tongue in one long, sloppy stroke up my cheek. It was the type of animal gesture I'd come to half-expect from her, with her wild, fierce temperament. She turned and walked off.

"Bye," I said to her retreating back.

I looked over at her clock. I had ten minutes before I'd have to rush to get ready for school. I lay back on Lonnie's bed and sucked the scent of her perfume, her sweat and her womanhood through my nostrils. I pulled my already-hard cock from my shorts and began to pump it.

I let my mind drift away as my body did its thing. Masturbating in your sister's bed, biological sister or not, makes you feel like a pervert. Of course, fucking her three times a week will do that too, but at those times you have an accomplice. With my heart beating already from exertion, I fell willingly into the strange thrill.

I still had the taste of her in my mouth, and I imagined I was still licking her, then climbing on top of her and burying my fat dick into her. I'd thrust and see the sweat-drops run over her temples, while her hot body (physically and metaphorically) writhed below me.

Almost silently, I took a deep breath and watched my cock eject its load onto my waiting t-shirt. Relief pumped with my rushing blood all through me, and tingling pleasure. I slowed my pace until I finally gave up the last of my wad, then took my shirt off and wiped myself clean of sweat and cum.



That night I was finding it hard to sleep. I was filled with an aimless energy and I rolled from side to side, trying to get comfortable.

When this proved futile I got up and walked down the hallway, intending to get a drink, maybe some food. It was past midnight, and I was finding my way mostly by feel. My fingertips touched Lonnie's door and I paused.

I put my hand to the doorknob and slowly turned it, silently pushing the door open. The room inside was actually brighter than the hallway, moonlight streaming in her open window. I saw her form under the covers. I closed the door behind me.

I crept up and looked down on her sleeping face. In the moonlight, her skin looked somehow even darker. She was an amazing sight.

"Lonnie," I whispered. She stirred, but then settled.

"Lonnie," I repeated, a little louder. Her eyes fluttered open. She looked confused.

"What's going on?" She asked throatily.

"I couldn't sleep," I whispered, "I'm going to fuck you."

Her eyes were wide with residual sleep-confusion, but they began to sharpen as she took what I said in. I knew the elements of danger and taboo were powerful aphrodisiacs for her, but our parents' room was just down the hallway.

"No. We'll get caught."

"It wasn't a question," I said, pulling aside the quilt. We both knew that it really was, though. Lonnie slept naked and I took in her plump breasts and dark curves hungrily.

She didn't say a word, simply spread her legs. Most of the time she acted the hell-cat, but sometimes she was willing to play the good submissive girl. I slipped off my boxers and shirt. I had a half-erection, which I pumped a few times to get it fully upright.

Lonnie's skin was very hot when I lay on her soft, lithe body. I pulled her knees up and out, and I felt her lock her ankles together, resting them on my back. I put my hands behind her shoulders and felt my way into her with my cock's questing head.

She let out a little gasp as I made my first entrance into her tight pussy. I took it slowly for a while, feeling her rock under me, the resistance slowly disappearing. I put my forehead down on the pillow, me cheek against hers, her breathing in my ear. My hips began to rock faster and I felt her respond.

We continued in our rhythm and I let my mind sink into nothingness, existing purely on the feel of our bodies moving together. We were already sweaty, and our bellies slid cleanly together, my chest over her breasts.

I was so lost that I suddenly slipped, plunging my shaft in hard and deep. She cried out, more in surprise than anything, I think. My head snapped up and we looked into each others' eyes. We were frozen like that for several long seconds, our bodies melded, reading each other's worry.

Then we heard a door open in the hallway.

"Shit!" I hissed, disengaging myself. I got to my feet and looked around wildly. There was no way to escape the room. I couldn't fit under the bed. It was the closet, then. When the knock came on the door I was trying to quietly bury my way into dresses and shirts.

"Lonnie," he mother's voice came from the other side of the door, and it opened a slice. "Are you okay, honey?"

"I'm fine," she said in a remarkably normal voice. "I just had a nightmare."

"You're sure?"

Her voice was hesitant, and I silently prayed that she'd go back to bed. She would have a reasonable chance of seeing me if she came in. Naked me with a big, wet boner. Oh shit, my clothes were right next to Lonnie's bed!

"I'm sure mum. Goodnight." It all hung there.

"Well, goodnight, sweetheart. Sweet dreams this time!"

The door closed and I waited a few seconds before sighing in relief and getting free to make my way back to Lonnie's bed.

"God that was close!" She breathed. Her face was flushed, her eyes burning. Before I could lower myself to the bed she got on her hands and knees and presented her pussy to me, doggy-style.

I needed no further inviting and guided my cock straight into her, taking her hanging breasts in my hands.

"Let loose," she whispered over her shoulders. I have her a squeeze of acknowledgement and pushed up into her, slowly pushing my entire length inside her. She was tighter and looser now, and I began to pump straight away.

It didn't take long to escalate this time. I was soon fucking her with a rapid, long stroke, seeing my slick member disappearing deep into her smooth pussy. I tried to breathe steadily and quietly, and Lonnie was doing the same.

When I felt myself approaching orgasm I shifted my hands from those ripe breasts to her hips, pulling her rhythmically against my increasingly frequent thrusts. It was really hard to breathe quietly.

I came with a long, slow exhalation, shooting wildly within her and still pumping. My feet cramped, and as I slowed I realised I had a very tight grip on Lonnie's hips. I moved them to her back and ran them over her soft, sweat-slicked skin.

When I pulled out, she didn't even look at me. She lay down and pulled the covers up over herself.

"Go to sleep, stupid," she teased in a whisper. Risking further detection I slipped my hand under the covers and slapped her sharply on her firm ass. The material muffled out most of the sound, thankfully, and though Lonnie jumped, she didn't squeal.

She spun to me, eyes blazing.

"I'm going to get you for that," she said in a dangerous, low voice.

"Can't wait," I winked at her.



Foreplay For Fun



What would a guy do for two hot women?

I guess that's the question that started it all. Along with our slightly twisted sense of humor, of course. It wasn't something that just anybody would do, but Jessica and I are a bit different. Naughty is the best word I can think of to describe us.

We met at University and hit it off straight away. We like to tease you see, and flirting with guys became our hobby. It all started fairly innocently, just messing around. We both know we've got what guys want. Good figures, and playful natures, to be exact. 

Jessica is half Japanese, half English, so she has that very sexy Asian face, narrow with high cheekbones. I love her long straight black hair, the way it shines like a dark pearl, giving her an air of mystery. Her big beautiful brown eyes add to this image, she can somehow look cute and devious at the same time. Her figure is more English, a little fuller than the average Asian girl. This isn't to say she's fat, far from it. She's naturally curvy with a slim waist and a nice big ass you just want to spank every time you see it. She's also been blessed with gorgeous round breasts, just big enough for her figure without looking ridiculous.

She gets jealous of me sometimes because I'm taller. My long blonde hair also gets me lots of attention. It's straight, and runs almost halfway down my back. It sounds churlish, but I think I'm a bit too tall, and a bit too slim. I love my legs, long and slender, and for a slim girl I think I have a nice pert bottom. It's small but perky, and always looks great in a tight pair of jeans. A lot of women with my figure have nothing there to grab, I've noticed.

Jessie says my tits are cute. Two nice big nipples that point up, like a couple of obedient little puppies, she says. I have enough there to squeeze between my fingers, but I do wish they were bigger. 

As I said, the games started fairly innocently. We would dare each other to go and chat up the total geek students, sitting next to them in the library and watching them sweat. It was cruel of course, but so funny at the time. Sometimes I'd sit opposite them and just fool around, leaning too far forward in my chair, tossing my long blonde hair around, sighing a little too hard. They'd always be desperate to look up, but too nervous to do anything. Sometimes I'd brush my leg up against them under the table. I'd smile stupidly, apologize, look at them for just a little too long. It was cute the way they'd always mumble something, go red, and fervently stare down into their books.

Jessie was always so much worse. She'd start talking to them, about something mundane, and then ask them for some advice. She'd make up some nonsense about how her boyfriend wanted to do it with her in her ass, but she was scared. She'd be leaning across the table whispering this to the guy, who of course had probably never even seen a woman naked. The poor guys were totally lost for words, unable to think clearly through their hard-ons.

We loved that idea, get a guy hard and you can get him to do anything. We wondered what we might be able to achieve, just how far we could push things. 

In our second year, we moved into a house together, as most students in Britain do. Next door was the home of a middle-aged couple, late thirties, early forties, friendly but boring. The guy was keen to be very friendly. He was so slimy you felt sure he'd leave a sticky trail wherever he went. He was having a ton of sleazy thoughts every time he saw us, we just found it amusing.

Jessie and I arrived in late July, and wasted no time getting out into the garden, bikinis on, building up our tans. The fence seperating us from our neighbor was fairly short, and their garden was raised anyway, so there wasn't much privacy. This didn't bother any of us except his wife. It was kind of sad in a lot of ways. He would sit in his garden, glancing serruptiously over at us. The contrast between our lithe bodies, stretched out in the sun, and his own portly wife must have been agonising for him. Sometimes Jessie would straddle me, rubbing suntan lotion into my back, both of us pretending to be oblivious to his stare.

At the end of the day Jessie and I would lie in bed giggling about him. He was so shameless sometimes, ogling us when he thought his wife was away. She knew of course, but I think she tried to ignore it.

I understood why. We felt pretty sure he'd fuck us without a moments thought, if we were willing. Of course, we weren't interested in him, but the idea of it was sexy. A man willing to do anything, a man under control. We both felt a married man was unfair, encouraging adultery wasn't part of our plan.

It was a couple of weeks before christmas when we went out to a local bar with a plan. It wasn't one of the student places we usually hung out at, the customers were a little older, late twenties to early thirties for the most part. 

We had a few drinks as the pub filled up, checking out the guys as much as they checked out us. It didn't take long for a couple of good looking guys to come over. Tony and Dev were both in their late twenties, builders by trade. Dev was the louder of the two, short cropped black hair, with a light trace of sexy stubble. Tony was a little shorter, but still well-built, blonde hair slightly longer, and stylishly unkempt.

They were both pretty cocky, and had been good friends for years. Perfect. They sat down next to us without asking, making jokes between themselves, but Jessie and I were more than happy. 

We had a few more drinks out of their pockets, when Dev suggested a game of pool. I teamed with him against Jessie and Tony. Every guy in the bar couldn't help but stare everytime we took a shot. The dress Jessie was wearing rode up far too high every time she leaned over, her gorgeous tits resting on the green felt, almost spilling out as she hit each ball. The front of the dress was similar in design to a corset, and she'd made sure to tie it up loosely! She was being such a tease, as usual. 

I stared at Dev as I slowly blew the excess chalk off the cue, bending slowly over the table, my long legs bent. I can play pretty well, but that night I pretended to need help. Dev stood close behind me, his body pressed hard into my back, arm around me holding the cue, whispering instructions into my ear. Occasionally his hand would move down over my side, brushing the naked skin between my tight jeans and tiny t-shirt.

Every so often Jessie and I would stride into the ladies room, holding hands on the way. I'd stand in front of the mirror adjusting my t-back, Jessie giggling next to me. 

It was around ten when we stumbled back to our house, the four of us falling through the door laughing. Dev had his arms around me and tongue in my mouth immediately, pushing me hard up against the wall. I felt a burst of excitement as I felt his cock pushing into my stomach. 

Jessie led Tony past us into the living room, his hand squeezing her ass as they went. I pulled away from Dev, leading him in the same direction.

We sat on the sofa together, Jessie and me back to back, fooling around with the guys. Tony was lying back with Jessie practically on top of him, and I couldn't resist giving her ass a little spank. She yelped, sat up and pushed me back onto Dev's lap, laughing. She started tickling me, making me twist and turn, Dev's cock rubbing into my back. She stopped, and we lay there, panting breathlessly, our lips inches apart. I stared into her perfect face, those high slender cheekbones, and that cute little nose. Her big brown eyes under her long eyelashes staring down at me. Those luscious painted lips were too gorgeous. She kissed me, and I took her tongue deep into my mouth, running my hands down over her breasts, over her stomach, her hair tickling my cheeks. My hand came into contact with Tony, and I pulled quickly away from the kiss. Jessie and I stared at one another, horny as hell. Now was time.

She stood up, dragging me up with her. Tony and Dev looked at us like a couple of lovelorn teenagers, their erections visible through the jeans.

"Would you guys like to play a game?" Jessie asked.

They stared at us, excited and nervous.

"Would you like to watch us fuck each other first, before we fuck you?" she continued.

"Fuck yeah!" Tony yelled. Dev just nodded his head dumbly.

"Ok, but you have to wear these first." I said alluringly.

I went over to the bookcase, taking two pairs of handcuffs out of a draw, swinging them around my fingers. The guys looked at one another for a moment, silently weighing up the situation.

"You're gonna have to wear them if you wanna play." I said impatiently. "You can't interrupt the show until we're ready for you."

I took jessie's hand, tracing her fingers over my naked stomach, letting her run them down over the denim between my legs.

"Let's do it!" Tony yelled, slapping Dev on the arm.

All four of us went upstairs to the bedroom. Jessie and I placed two chairs on either side of the room, both facing the big double bed. We lay back together, watching the guys strip down to their underwear, as we had told them. We could have asked them anything at this point, they were totally willing. Two hot naked women together was the only thing either were thinking about.

They sat down, allowing us to handcuff their hands behind their backs, fastened tightly to the chairs. Jessie and me crawled across the bed to meet one another, kissing and giggling, kneeling face to face. 

I slowly undid the straps on her dress, as she pulled down my jeans. I heard Dev groan behind me as the top of my black thong, followed by the naked skin of my pretty butt, came slowly into view.

They helpfully shouted instructions at us while we played. I lay down on my back letting Jessie slip my jeans clean off. She lay down on top of me, her dress riding up revealing her tight little pink knickers. Her dress was now wide open, a long V running down between and beyond her breasts. 

As she kissed my neck, I sucked my fingers, staring over at Dev. Jessie groaned as my fingers ran down between her legs. I pushed her off me and straddled her, pushing her dress up over her stomach. I kissed her there, moving down, opening her legs, running my tongue over her damp little panties, the familiar scent of her pussy making me wet.

Jessie looked deep into my eyes and we shared a nasty little grin. I sat back up next to her, looking over at Tony and Dev.

"How about another game boys, double or nothing?" Jessie grinned.

It took some moments for the words to penetrate. The guys just blinked. Jessie continued.

"Two sets of handcuffs, two sets of keys. One of you can choose a set." 

She paused, the guys watching us suspiciously. When she continued, she spoke slowly.

"The guy who gets released comes over here between us. He gets to feel our tongues all over his balls. Gets to fuck both of us all night long. Gets to sleep in this big double bed with two horny girls curled up next to him all night. The other guy..." Jessie paused. "Gets to watch."

I kissed Jessie all the way through her little speech, my tongue trailing over the skin above her breasts, gently lifting her bra a little, tasting her nipples. I watched the guys. They looked ready to explode until that last line. Their mouths fell open and their skin turned white at that last line.

"Of course," I said, "You can take one of us each if you prefer. It just depends how lucky you feel tonight."

They stared at us and stared at one another for a long time. There was precious little friendship in that stare. They glared. Neither wanted to speak. We waited, sighing impatiently, feigning annoyance. Finally Dev broke the silence.

"Let's do it." he said, but with less conviction than Tony had had before.

"Who wants to pick the key?" I asked brightly.

"Bring the keys here, I'll do it." Tony whispered, after a pause. His voice had faltered a little.

He took a long time to choose, Jessie and me standing over him, dangling a key each. Dev was behind us, straining his neck trying to see.

"I choose Emma." he said finally. 

I walked round behind him, kneeling down. Jessie stood motionless in front of him, inches away, twisting strands of her hair between her fingers, her bra visible through the wide open dress.

There was a petrifying silence in the room at that point, an unbearable silence broken by the tinkering of the key in the lock. I pushed it slowly inside, my arm shaking a little. It slid in a little, and stopped.

The wrong key.

Tony began to panic, and I saw a tentative grin break out over Dev's face as I stood back up. I handed the key to Jessie. She turned on her heels heartlessly and strode over to Dev. Tony tried to speak, but words failed him. He just watched as one little turn and click set Dev free.

Dev grinned as Jessie sat down on his knee, throwing her arm around his shoulder. She gave him the other key, the one Tony wished he had picked. I spoke up.

"One last thing Dev." I said. "You have one more choice. You have the key for the other handcuffs. You can be a good friend, and let me release Tony. Me and him will go downstairs together, leave Jessie and you up here."

I walked slowly towards Dev, talking slowly, enunciating every syllable. The words dripped from my lips as my sublime body neared him.

"Or you can drop that key on the floor, leave Tony tied up. If you do that, you can take Jessie and me into that nice soft bed together, just you and us."

I was standing next to Dev now, looking down at him. He glanced over at his friend. Hope flickered in Tony's eyes for a moment. 

"I'm sorry mate." Dev said. The key fell from his hand, hitting the floor.

"No! You can't! Dev, please-" Tony begged. 

I lowered myseld down on Dev's other knee, kissing Jessie on the mouth. Dev ran his hands down our backs, his cock throbbing. I kissed him on the mouth while Jessie tugged at his cock beneath the shorts. His tongue darted hungrily into my mouth.

I pulled away, Jessie replacing me in an instant. He kissed her deeply, his eyes still on me as I stood up. I turned my back to him, pulling my t-shirt over my head, my braless tits dancing free.

Dev watched me tugging down my thong slowly, bending as I did. The material slowly glided down my smooth white skin, over my pert little ass, down my long elegant legs. I stepped out of it, glancing at Dev over my shoulder. Jessie had slid down his body, and was pulling off his shorts. His fat cock bounced out, a pleasingly above average size, nice and thick. I turned and slid under the bed sheets quickly, enjoying the warmth, my hands running down over my pussy. 

"Jessie baby." I said. "I'm playing with myself over here, but your hand would feel so much better."

She smiled up at Dev, stood and followed me into the bed. Her fingers ran over my bush, down over my lips, one finger pushing inside me slightly.

Dev was up quick. He tore the bed sheets back, the sight of my wet hole making him burn with lust. He climbed into the bed between us, and we rolled him onto his back, kissing his cheeks. He moaned with pleasure, his fingers roaming all over us. There was just so much smooth naked flesh to cover. I lay on top of him as Jessie sat up, finally pulling her dress off. I moved down his body, kissing his thighs under the covers while he unclipped Jessie's bra. Her awesome breasts came into view, and he grabbed them, pulling her down. She lay on her back, half on his chest as he took in the sight of those full, heavy breasts for the first time. 

My fingers wandered over Jessie's body as my tongue circled Dev's balls for the first time. I pulled down her little pink panties, pushing my fingers inside her wet pussy. Dev threw back the covers again to watch me, my long blonde hair cascading over his thighs. Jessie moved onto all-fours above Dev. Her pussy was directly above his cock, allowing me to glide my tongue up his shaft and over her juicy lips. I heard Dev take Jessie's breast into his mouth, sucking furiously.

By this time, Tony was just furious. I wondered whether he'd have made the same choice as his friend. He looked at me pleadingly for a moment, catching my eye, but I looked away.

Jessie swung around again, facing me now. We kissed deeply just above Dev's cock, before kissing and licking his shaft simultaneously. Jessie moaned loudly as he pushed his tongue deep into her asshole. We took turns sucking his meat in and releasing. After a little while he pushed Jessie down alongside me, eager to watch us lap at his cock together.

I glanced over at Tony again, who was staring back wild-eyed. His cock was threatening to break through his shorts. He glared at me, a mixture of anger and lust. I turned back, smiled up at Dev, took his cock back into my mouth, as deep as I could.

"Oh, fuck yeah, suck me." Dev moaned.

We tugged his cock back and forth between us, greedily stealing it from one another.

"Who you gonna fuck first Dev?" I asked.

"Me, of course." Jessie said mischievously. 

We quickly slid a condom over his cock together. Jessie mounted him, teasing the end of his cock with her clit. I sat at her side, kissing her, massaging her breasts. He moaned loudly, trying to force himself inside her.

"Moan into this baby." I said, quickly climbing over him, lowering my pussy over his mouth. He lapped at my lips eagerly while Jessie teased him.

His tongue felt awesome in my pussy, slithering in and out of me. Shivers ran across my body, like tiny ants zigzagging. 

"Lick me faster." I demanded, relaxing and allowing my full weight to rest on him.

By this time, Tony had started shouting. At first he begged, but now his desperation had turned to anger. Reluctantly, I pulled away from Dev, got off the bed. I strode over to our enraged prisoner, staring him down. 

Dev, released from my pussy, sat up quickly and pushed Jessie back. In a moment he was on top of her, and drove his cock inside her aggressively. She yelped in pleasure, spreading her legs wide for him. Tony was caught between his ferocious anger, and the tiny hope he still held that I might still set him free. His hope soon vanished. I picked up the blue dress Jessie had discarded, and pushed it into his mouth. Satisfied he couldn't make any noise, I picked up the little pink knickers and put them on his head with a giggle. I turned back around.

Jessie was holding onto Dev tightly now, her arms and legs coiled around him as he powered into her. I sat on Tony's knee, naked and inches from his tortured cock. I spread my legs wide, staring at Dev. We made eye-contact and I smiled, running my hand down my flat stomach. He pumped Jessie hard, watching me. My fingers slid over my bush, and sank between my legs. My mouth fell open a little, a tiny breath emitting my lips as I pushed two wet fingers inside my cunt.

Dev smiled broadly, his head sinking down into the sumptuous breasts below him for a moment. He raised his head again, drinking in the perfect image in front of him. My long blonde hair trailed down my shoulders, the edges damp with sweat teasing my hard nipples. I leaned back a little, my long stately legs parted, my pussy exposed, inviting.

Dev pulled out of Jessie. He sat up and flipped her over quickly onto her stomach. She looked over at me and giggled between breaths.

"What are you doing Emma?" she laughed. "Bring that gorgeous little cunt over here, I wanna taste you."

I stood at the end of the bed and let her suck at my sex, while Dev again forced his way into her pussy, this time doggy-style. Jessie was an expert at eating me out, and I groaned uncontrollably. I felt my legs go weak as my orgasm appeared on the horizon, far away but moving towards me at speed. Judging from his expression, I felt sure Dev was even closer.

"Don't cum yet Dev." I said coolly. "I want to feel you fuck me first."




Foreplay For Fun



He groaned and pulled back from Jessie, falling back onto the bed. I moved around and climbed onto him, Jessie slipping onto his face. I lowered myself onto his straining meat. No more teasing, I took him deep inside all at once. After just fingers and tongues, his cock felt immense, stretching my lips outward, beating against the wall of my pussy.

I fucked him hard, my hands on his chest, Jessie doing the same with his mouth. We must have looked like two people on a seesaw, like the ones you see in old slapstick movies, rolling down a railway track. We rose up and down in perfect time, nearing the orgasm, desperate to reach it.

Jessie came home first, having been fucked so hard already. Her neck arched back, a high-pitched whimper crossing her lips. She sounds so kinky when she cums, and her dirty little voice as much as anything sent me over the edge. The orgasm had been hovering in front of my eyes for some minutes, close but tantalizingly out of reach. Suddenly it burst at me, tearing through my body and shooting around my head, swirling above me like a phantom. After some moments I collapsed in a heap, exhausted, the blissful apparition gone back over the horizon once more.

Dev was still hard, but on the brink. Jessie and I cuddled together on the bed, Dev kneeling above us. He pulled off the condom and took his cock in his hand, holding it high above us. Jessie and I kissed passionately, our tongues twisting playfully, as the hot juice spat down onto our skin. Dev roared, watching it drip down our hardened nipples, mingling with the sweat of all three of us. 

I put a blanket over Tony and left him on the chair, getting back into bed quickly. The three of us cuddled up close, stroking naked skin, falling asleep together. In the morning we would take a polaroid photo of Tony before setting him free. We'd warn him to leave the house directly, or the bar in which we met would get a framed picture in the post. That night Jessie and I just lay back in pleasure, enjoying the warmth, the lingering smell of sex, and the gigantic grin on Dev's face!



Foreplay From Your Fervent Oralist



Your head rests in my lap, I gently massage your temples. You sit up and with your back towards me, I continue to knead your shoulders and neck, coaxing you to relax. 

I kneel on the floor, my hands placed on your knees searching your eyes for a sign of desire. I wait for your fingers to stroke my hair as you lead my hands across your thighs and pause to feel the awakening beneath your pants. 

"Would you like it?" you implore. 

I nod and watch as you remove your belt, unhook your pants and almost teasingly pull down the zipper. Reaching inside to release the sleeping giant. Again, because you want to hear me say the words, you query, 

"What would you like?" 

I lick my lips, a symbolic gesture, and then in an almost inaudible whisper ask permission to suck your cock. 

"Say please," you taunt playfully. 

"Please may I taste your beautiful rod," I reply in a pleading tone. 

Burying my head, letting tongue and lips try to capture the primal pole, feeling it harden as I voraciously suck, taking it deeper into my throat, sliding back and forth, coating it with saliva. When it grows till my cheeks are swollen and my tonsils tickle, I retreat, pausing momentarily for air, returning to focus on the tip, trying to discover the parts and places that excite you most, running my tongue under the rim. Again, like I diver I go down on you and continue a piston-like motion until I detect a silent moan of pleasure. You are hard and fully erect, I have worked my oral magic. 

"Are you wet?" you inquire. 

Somewhat embarrassed by the question, I stand, regaining circulation in my legs. You pull me towards you and your fingers reach between my legs and rub the silken crotch line of my panty. Sneaking inside, an intruder to the soft protective fleece, moisture coats your fingers and you smile appreciatively. Your arousal has triggered my arousal.

Leading me to the bedroom, candles create a soft, sensual light. In this sanctuary we will mix romance, anticipation, pleasure and pain. You hold me tightly and we begin the language of kissing. While tongues dance a pas de deux, your hands lift up my blouse. Squeezing the mounds, so full, so ripe...The front hook is easy to open and the spheres are set free. You leave my lips and begin to suckle a nipple in a wide circular motion, while a hand grabs for the nipple on the other breast, milking it. Distending the hardened tips, pinching, nibbling, pulling until each one is thick and erect like your cock, my breathing becomes heavy, my heart rate increasing. 

"Strip," you command. 

Removing your clothing as well, with your engorged member proudly horizontal, you stroke it to display your maleness like a rooster crowing. 

"Naughty girl, look what you've done to me," you chastise. 

"Kneel on the bed for your punishment." 

I dare not disobey. Knowing that my willingness to please and submit to your will only excites you further...adds a mix of pleasure to what will be mildly painful. A soothing massage of oil to make ready the half moons, and then the sting of your hand, slapping to redden my ass. Again a pause, as you run fingers along the lips of my cunt, the moisture apparent in spite of the humiliating spanking. You cannot hold out much longer, intoxicated by my scent, the curly mane hanging about face and shoulders, soulful eyes. You kneel in front of me, the priapic totem a stalwart sword as I try to reach it with my mouth-one last taste, but you move back, making me lean forward while trying to maintain my balance. I am barely able to run my tongue across the tip and cradle your balls in my mouth...exquisite agony. You are now astride me. 

"Do you want to be fucked?" is said crudely. 

"Beg, bitch," the degrading tone meant to exorcise our primal, instinctive nature. 

Your begin by using my breasts as a chasm for your lust, but it is only temporal. One last act of contrition, grabbing nipple clamps to add pain to the pleasure and test my devotion and endurance. 

"If you cry out, I will be forced to gag you," a stern warning... 

At first the pincers are like mini-jaws and I can feel tears form, I want to scream out for you to stop. Yet my nipples are rock hard and your fingers inserted in my cunt turn into a tortuous need for release. Then, a slight penetration, knowing I want more...you take your time, lowering yourself into me just a little at a time. Finally, you can wait no longer and begin a rough, uneven almost brutal rhythm, probing the depths of my body. The heat, the waves building, orgasm is near, my moan becomes guttural, the release of a wild beast. My explosion triggers your own-but instead of pumping your passion inside me, you pull out and spray your semen across breasts and face. Then you pull off the clamps and rub the semen across the sore mini temples. 

Thoroughly satiated, I tremble in your arms, needing you to envelope me. Tenderness returns, along with sweet words and softness. Exploration of body and mind, expedition of Eros and the secret strata that are the essence of being, a need for emotional and physical connection. 



Foreplay Fun



Reggie and Beth had been friends for the last 5 years growing up next store to each other through middle school and now towards the end of their high school years they grew closer and closer. Both had dated and messed around with the opposite sex but neither had gone all the way yet…as they were both waiting for the right person to have there once in a lifetime moment with. Reggie was an all conference basketball player and ran track in the summer and Beth was all state on the swim team and currently worked at a local restaurant waiting tables. Reggie's parents had left town on a second honeymoon cruise of the Bahamas and with not having much going on decided to rent some movies and call up Beth.

Reggie: Hey Beth I just rented some movies want to come hang out for a bit after work tonight?

Beth: Sure…need me to grab anything on the way?

Reggie: Just grab a pizza on the way back and we will be set for the night. When do you get done?

Beth: I should be done in like 15 minutes so I'll see you soon.

Reggie: Ok see you in a bit'

Beth: Yep…bye

Reggie had been planning this for weeks as he was going to finally get up the nerve to ask Beth to the final dance of the year…while they both were great friends Reggie was always scared to ask her out as he didn't want to risk losing her as a friend. He knew that this would be one of his last chances before the end of the year and they both went away to college. Though they would only be an hour apart Reggie knew she'd meet other guys and move on with her life. Reggie waited nervously and set up the couch bed, changed, grabbed a blanket and some pillows and went into his room to grab his secret stash of Hard Lemonades. He grabbed the movies and preheated the oven as the door rang and he ran to greet Beth at the door still wearing her black slacks and white button up T-shirt though she let her long blond hair down on her way over.

Reggie: Nice duds hun. Did you put them on special for me?

Beth: I got down with work, stopped grabbed a pizza and came over…I can run next door to change if you want. Smartass!

Beth gives Reggie a playful shove giving him the pizza and hoping down on the couch bed. She sees the pile of movies and starts flipping through them, as Reggie unwraps the pizza and sets it in the oven starting the timer, and walking behind Beth and starting to rub her shoulders as she grabs a cheesy looking vampire movie and looks up at him.

Beth: And just what do you think your doing?

Reggie: You looked tense from a long days work and I thought you could use a little shoulder rub. What movie did you pick? I see nice…nothing like a cheesy horror flick to pass an hour or two.

Reggie stops rubbing her shoulders and pops the tape in and walks over to the frig grabbing two Hard Lemonades and laying on the bed next to Beth who has taken off her shoes and socks and is sitting up on the couch looking up at Reggie. Reggie twists the top off the bottles and hands one to Beth before taking a swig and setting his on the table. Beth smiles sweetly before taking a sip and setting hers down on the floor next to the bed, before looking over at the screen then back to Reggie.

Beth: I see what your up to…naughty boy! You're going to wine me, dine me, and then have your way with me huh?

She winks before leaning in closer to Reggie playfully. Reggie leans close into her ear and in a whisper speaks softly.

Reggie: That is the plan.

With that he pecks her on the cheek then flops down on the bed with a smile on his face, while Beth fakes a shock and smirks down at him, before grabbing a pillow and slamming it down on top of him before rolling off the bed clutching a pillow and smiling at him with a cute little smile that looks perfect on top of her 5ft8in frame with pouty blue eyes and the reddest lips imaginable. Reggie covers up in fear of more shots before grabbing a pillow of his own and chasing after her before she stumbles onto his parents bed and he comes behind and smacks the pillow against her ass and then runs off laughing.

Beth turns with the pillow gripped in her hand and chases him into the living room knocking him down onto the bed where she smacks the pillow against his chest then falls on top of him and plants a huge kiss on his lips parting them ever so slightly letting it linger for a few seconds before breaking the kiss looking down at him and backing up slowly till she hits the wall. He gets up with a look of lust in his eyes as he tosses the pillow at her and pins her arms against the wall and plants a huge kiss back parting her lips and letting his tongue snake into her mouth and tangle with hers as he presses his hips into her slightly.

He takes a few steps back drops the pillow and pulls her over to the bed and lays her down on it and starts to caress her sides as he returns to passionately kissing her on the lips in soft slow kisses savoring every moment as there hands roam over each others backs and sides. He breaks the kiss and leads a small trail of wet kisses over to her earlobe where he sucks on it gently before blowing on the wet lobe sending shivers down her spine. She rolls him over so she lays on top of him and starts running her hands up the front of his shirt as she leans over and whispers into his ear.

Beth: I've wanted to do this to you for a long long time…and I am going to make sure that I get everything I've wanted from you finally!

Reggie looks up at Beth puzzled as she begins gently nibbling on his earlobe before he starts to slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She leans back giving him more access as he finishes unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it to the side revealing her crimson red bra holding two perfectly round 36 C breasts. She reaches down rubbing them slightly before pulling his shirt over his head and rolling onto her back with him straddling her. He leans down and passionately starts kissing her again letting his tongue toy with hers and exploring all over her mouth. He reaches behind her and easily unhooks her bra letting it lay loose over the top of her breasts. As she starts to lean up to let it fall off the timer rings. They break they're kiss and she looks at him with an evil smile before moving from under him and walking to the kitchen holding the bra loosely over herself. She turns off the timer and the over letting it open a bit before walking towards the bed looking at his growing tent in his pants and smiling. She lets the bra fall onto the floor before smirking and getting down on her knees in front of him.

She runs her hands up his legs and over his erection gently rubbing it through the jogging pants before gently pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees and placing a small wet kiss on the tip of it and then wrapping her lips around the head and sucking the precum off the end before looking up at him and smiling as she climbs up on the bed next to him. She leans into his ear and whispers.

Beth: Ain't I A tease?

She starts to gently run her hand up and down his shaft for a moment or two before he grabs her hand stopping her and sliding off the end of the bed and pulling her legs and wrapping them around his head as he grabs her zipper in his teeth and unzips her black slacks before kissing her panties and then wriggling her black slacks down and off her lovely long legs. He plants small wet kisses all around her now damp panties as he lets his fingers caress her now hardening nipples between his fingers in small circular motions. She moans and arches her back a bit as he lets his hands slide down to her panties and with sliding a finger in either side of the matching crimson red panties slide them down and onto the floor next to the rest of the clothing. He smirks as he stares up at her clean shaven crotch and starts planting small kisses on her knee and inches up a little at a time spreading her legs with his hands and as he gets to her pussy lips he plants a kiss on either side and then kisses back down her leg to her knee and then slides up next to her and whispers in her ear.

Reggie: Two can play at that game.

She giggles a little bit as she runs her hand down and starts stroking his cock more firmly and faster this time as they kiss once again and he lets two fingers slide down and enter her pussy moving in and out slowly while letting his thumb grace against her clit sending a wave up her spine as she starts taking control and slides down the bed kissing and sucking on his nipples and then kissing down further till she starts running her tongue around his belly button moving in a slow sensual fashion as her breasts rub against his hard cock. She moves her body around in a circle letting her breasts rub against his cock making him even harder as she kisses down until her lips hover over the head of his hard cock, where she moves her lips over it up and down and up and down squeezing her lips over it harder and faster as she takes more and more into her mouth each time as he moans and whimpers slightly in extreme pleasure.

She lets a hand slide down and start fondling his balls ever so gently kneading them in her hand before slowly starting to run her hand up and down the base of his cock as she runs her tongue in a circle around the head. She can feel him start to swell up and looks into his eyes as she engulfs his whole cock in his mouth forcing him to shot load after load of cum into the back of her mouth as she begins swallowing…after he finishes and his body stops shaking she cleans him off and slides up next to him toying with his nipples before passionately kissing him on the lips there tongues playing with each other before he breaks the kiss and rolls her onto her back. He slides his hands down over her hard nipples and down to her wet pussy and starts stroking two fingers in and out of her and running his thumb against her clit as he slides down till his tongue stands straight from his mouth inches from her nipples.

She arches her back up trying to reach his tongue but he moves it each time she tries to reach him. He smirks then flicks his hard wet tongue across her hard aching nipple moving it all around in a small circle before kissing over to the other nipple and running his tongue from the base of her breast all the way up to the top running directly over her nipple. He stops smiles and moves his lips over it and begins pulling on it gently with his moist lips, before wrapping as much of his mouth around it as possible and bobbing his head up and down taking all of it in his mouth and letting it all out until he just has the tip of his tongue against her hard nipple. He lets his hand slide out of her wet pussy and brings it up to her mouth where she gives a cautious lick and smiles before he slides down further leaving tiny kisses down the center of her body before he sticks his tongue into the top of her wet slit barely coming into contact with her clit but making her moan slightly.

He moves his tongue only a tiny little bit down and then back up toying with her clit before running his tongue up and down her slit making his quiver and moan loudly as she started convulsing in a wave of orgasmic bliss. He moved his lips over hers and lapped and sucked all her juices from out of her as he darted his tongue in and out and in and out moving faster exploring all over getting all the juices possible before her orgasm began to fade and he slide up next to her once again beginning to get erect which she noticed and with a few quick strokes he was fully hard again. He looked into her eyes and began to speak.

Reggie: I've never you know…gone further than this before…so be gentle okay?

With that he winked at her and kissed her hard on the lips before breaking the kiss and with a bit of a worried look on her face began to speak.

Beth: You haven't? Um…well me either…I was kind of hoping you would be able to take the lead…

They both nervously smiled at each other as the phone rang and they looked at each other and smiled breaking the nervous situation…

To Be Continued… 



Foreplay Fun Ch. 2



Beth looks over at Reggie lying next to her on the bed and slowly slides her naked body over him leaving her lovely breast pressed against his upper chest as she unhooks the phone from the wall. She smiles as she crawls out of bed and slowly gets to her feet looking back at Reggie who looks on with a look of shy lust in his eyes as she walks into the kitchen and pulls out the pizza with a nearby oven mitt. She turns to him wearing only a single oven mitt shakes a little bit giving him a little show as she bends down to pull out a pizza cutter from the bottom draw giving him a view of her perfectly round ass. She looks over her shoulder swaying her ass back and forth before straightening back up and cutting the pizza and carrying it over near the bed. She grabs a piece from the cardboard and while sticking her breasts out towards Reggie and swooshing her hair back behind her head takes a bite as sauce drips down onto one of her hard nipples. She sets the piece down and makes an opps. gesture as she stares at Reggie who gets up on his knees in front of her.

Reggie: Need a hand…or maybe a tongue…

He slides his tongue up from the bottom of her breast over the nipple pulling his tongue back to not make contact with the hard pink bud and then back down onto the pizza sauce. He swirls his tongue in a circle with his hard wet tongue licking all over her chest and slowly tantalizingly licking all the sauce up as she starts to moan and trace a finger over her wet pussy lips and swollen clit. He moves his lips over her hardened nipple sucking on it ever so gently and letting his tongue snake out and flick the ever-growing pink nipple. He slides his hands up her sides and brings her naked body down onto his and wraps his arms around her back caressing her ass as they embrace in a very passionate kiss with there tongues entangled in and out of there mouths. He rolls her over onto her back and slides down between her legs breathing heavily on her clit and slides a finger in and out of her slowly and deliberately making her all wet before he slides up to kiss her firm on the lips as she spreads her legs a bit. She leans into his ear and whispers

Beth: I want you to make love to me…

Reggie nods his head and reaches out to her hips as she wraps her legs around him and he gently guides his cock into her a little bit at a time as her face swirls with pleasure and pain, as she isn’t used to the size. She lets out little whimpers and moans as he slides further in until he can’t go any further…he looks down at her and kisses her, before whispering in her ear.

Reggie: Are you ok hun? Do you want me to keep going?

She nods her head up and down as soon as he finishes talking and with a quick push slides through as her she lets out a scream of pain changing into pure pleasure as he starts slowly gently gliding in and out of her now more easily. He moves his hips in and out as he wraps his hands around her hips rocking with her in a single united motion with her face in sheer pleasure as they begin moving faster and faster together and she runs her fingers up his sweaty hot back. There lips and tongues dart up and down towards each other as they move together his big 8 inch cock sliding in all the way and then back out till just the tip of the head is left inside. He drives in further with each stroke as she tries thrusting her hips down to get further and further penetration. They both are moaning with Beth’s moans getting louder and louder as Reggie keeps moving in and out and in and out all the way in and all the way out. He feels her walls begin to contract as she lets out little yelps and her breathing gets heavier and heavier as she runs her hands up and down his back pulling him into her.

She slows her motions and moves so that she is on top of him with a knee on either side of his waist and is bouncing slowly up and down over his hard cock as she feels it slide in and out of her. Her breasts bouncing up and down as her moans get louder and louder and her eyes slowly roll back into her head. Her movements get faster as he reaches up helping her and thrusting deep inside her as he reaches up and rubs her clit as she brings her hands down and runs it over his chest as she can feel the orgasm build. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she thrust hard down onto him as she lets out a huge scream of ecstasy. A huge orgasm explodes through her sending tingles and shivers up her spine and her walls to spasm all around his cock as it releases spurt after spurt of hot cum into her pussy as they both collapse together.

They wrap there arms around each other as there breathing slows down and he pulls his now limp cock out of her and lays there next to her gently caressing her. They kiss again as there breathing returns to normal and they fall asleep with her head on his chest and his arms holding her naked body tight to his and he pulls a light sheet over the top of them.

Reggie wakes her with a soft tender kiss to the forehead as he runs his fingers through her hair and stares deep into her eyes.

Reggie: Good morning sunshine…I hope you slept ok. There was something I wanted to ask you…would you go to Senior Prom with me?

Beth: Yes oh Reggie of course I will

The two embraced in a kiss before Reggie gave her a quick on the cheek and stood up out of bed and headed towards the bathroom before turning back still fully naked.

Reggie: You can join me if you want

TO BE CONTINUED