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Friends Reunited

By: taz_carlson



Well I finally had had enough! Tired of being treated like SHIT at home. Time to go out and have some fun for me for a change. 

I made the 3 hr drive down to my old home town, for what I was not sure, but anything was better then this piece of Shit town I was living in now. Once I got there I checked into a hotel and made the call! 

She was beautiful as a teenager (from what I remembered, after all I hadn't seen her in about 20 years) and we had always had a thing for each other even though we had never pursued it back then. We had reconnected a few years ago online and I figured now was the time since she might be moving even farther away soon.

I called her as I did from time to time; told her I was in town for a day or so and wanted to meet for a drink or two just to catch up. She accused me (and rightfully so) of having other motives but I assured her it was just for drinks. She had her doubts and said she wasn't sure if she could get away but asked where and when. I gave her the name of the hotel and my room number and told her I would meet her at the Hotel bar at about 8. She said that if she could make it she would. At about 7:00 I jumped in the shower to clean myself up after the drive and all. As I stood under the hot water from the shower soaping myself up...rubbing the lather deep into my chest hair I started thinking about her...thinking about what it would be like to have her hands rubbing against my chest, her soft hands rubbing the soap against my chest, cleansing me, feeling her hands slide down my stomach, following my hair down across my stomach, farther down, reaching my pubic area, letting the combination of her soft hands and soap glide from one area of my body to the next, feeling her scrub my body with her hands feeling her touch the base of my cock and slide down to my balls.

Just then I realized it wasn't her but myself and that I actually wanted her and wanted to feel her touching me more then I thought. Before going any further I quickly rinsed myself off shut off the water and jumped out of the shower.

Putting on a pair of black button fly jeans (So they could hopefully get ripped open later) and a decent button down shirt I looked at my watch which read 7:50 and decided to cruise to the bar and get a drink or two in me before she showed.

By 8:25, and a Crown Royal rocks with a beer chaser, I called her cell...NO ANSWER. 

I ordered another round and decided I better drink these a litter slower.

9:15 and I have had 2 Crown Royal rocks, and starting on my third beer.

I call again still no answer. 

Well she never promised but I figured this once we would be able to hook up and if all went well let off a little steam.

After all her marriage is worse then mine. She hasn't had any for almost 3 years.

By 9:35 my third beer was gone, still no answer on her phone, so I ordered a six pack to be delivered to my room and headed back there.

I got to my room, turned on the TV, kicked off my shoes and waited for my beer to arrive.

About 15 minutes later there was a knock on my door

"Room Service" a sexy voice called out.

I opened the door and there she was, the little cutie I had been waiting for, with my six pack.

"Took you long enough" I said.

"All good things are worth the wait," She said.

And with that she came in, shut the door and popped opened a beer, took a long drink, handed me what was left and threw herself down on the bed. I just stood there looking at her, knowing I had waited so very long for this night to happen and just hoping it would all happen tonight.

I finished the beer and tossed the empty across the room into the trash.

"Nice Shot. You always have aim that good?"

"Yea I do."

"Good."

And with that she grabbed my arms pulled herself up to her feet and while pulling me closer reached up and planted a kiss like I haven't felt in a very, very long time. Her lips so soft against mine her tongue soft, yet powerful, as she used it to pry open my lips (not that they needed much prying) and softly slide it deep into my mouth. Tasting her tongue with mine was absolutely the most wonderful feeling I have ever had. Waiting so long for this (feeling like I did that one time 20+ years ago when I gave her our first and only kiss.) Our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. As our mouths got wetter from each other I could only imagine how wet she must be getting between her legs, because by this time my jeans were so tight I thought I would rip the stitching out or pop open the buttons with my cock.

We just stood there, our tongues dancing, our hands feeling each other's backs and asses, and squeezing each other so tightly. After that kiss which felt like hours though really about 5 minutes, she slowly started to drop down to her knees. Letting her hands and fingers glide across the buttons on my shirt.

As she got to my pants she undid the first button, and as I tried to stop her she said to me, 

"Don't. I need this; in me."

As I started to protest, she just looked up at me and said

"Alright then, I know you have things you want me to feel just as I have things I want you to feel. I just get to go first!! Besides, I want you to cum once now so when you are inside me, and YES YOU WILL BE INSIDE MY PUSSY LATER, you will last longer"

And with that she ripped open the remaining buttons on my 501's, (just as I had hoped).

As she spread open my jeans she leaned forward and started to kiss me. I felt bad because I am hairy then a lot of guys, sensing this she just looked up at me and smiled saying

"It is so nice to be with a man with body hair for a change."

Starting at my belt line she slowly gave me little kisses while letting her tongue twirl around in my hair. Moving down with her lips slowly she could just reach the base of my cock, which was now screaming at me, wanting to be free, while still stuck in my jeans! Pulling open my jeans a little wider she reached in with her hand and gently guided my cock to freedom. As she freed my cock I let out a sigh of relief as she let out a moan of pleasure.

After more then 20 years we both are going to get what we have truly wanted, EACH OTHER!!

Staring at my cock she reached up and grabbed it by the base and I moaned. Then, slowly, oh so slowly, she leaned forward and while letting her tongue slip out of her mouth touched my cock with her tongue for the first time!!

Already I felt like I could cum, but I wanted this to last a little longer, in fact a lot longer, closing my eyes, knowing what was about to happen.

I then felt her hot breath around my cock head, as she slowly inserted my cock in her mouth and slowly wrapped her lips around it.

All I could do was moan as she warmed my cock with her mouth. After a few strokes in her mouth, she pulled my cock out and started using me as she would a sucker or an ice cream cone. 

Using her tongue to slowly lick me from base to tip, then stuffing me in her mouth then out again to lick some more.

I knew that I would not be able to last much longer, as that usually happens to me the first time that I am with a new woman. And this was definitely a fantasy girl for me, so that made it worse.

After a few more licks she inserted me back in her mouth but not before saying

"ALRIGHT NOW, HERE WE GO, CUM IN MY MOUTH SO I CAN KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY ARE LIKE!!"

And with that, she stuck my cock in her mouth and slowly started an unbelievable rhythm.

Between her hand at the base of my cock, and my tip in her mouth, she started stroking me like no one else had before, (and I have had some pretty good blow jobs) but this was unbelievable.

I think the combination of her not seeing or feeling a cock in so long and the dreams and fantasies we have had about each other, made this so much better then I ever could have imagined!! 

Now she stars to pick up the pace, going from very slow, and speeding up, never losing the rhythm.

Grabbing my ass with her other arm she pulls me closer and will not let go. Sucking on me harder and harder.

Speeding up to go faster and faster.

I can feel my heart as it speeds up.

My breathing gets louder and faster and I know I am just moments away.

Just then she gently bites down on my cock as she continues to suck and stroke.

"YES...YES PLEASE USE YOUR TEETH...MAKE ME CUM!!"

And with that she speeds up even faster.

Biting down harder while never losing rhythm.

Harder.

Faster.

Harder, faster, HARDER, FASTER. 

UNTIL...UNTIL 

"OH YES...DON'T STOP..." I plead.

"PLEASE...DON'T STOP...YES...YESSS...I 

AM GOING TO...I'M GONNA...OH YES...

PLEEEEEEEZE...YES I'M...I'M...GOING TO...

YES...I'M CUMMMING ...OH MY...YESSSSSSSSS

...AHHHHHHHHH"

And with that last stroke, the heat and passion that was burning up inside me suddenly let go.

With that last scream, I could not hold back any longer, and I let myself go.

My hot cum released itself and leaving my cock, which was still inside her mouth. All I could feel was my cum disappearing in her mouth.

All the while she was taking it all in, letting her mouth accept it as if it belonged there.

Letting her tongue swirl around my cock tip, letting all that hot cum roll down her tongue around her mouth, so she could taste it all.

Then after tasting, she let it slide down the back of her throat, savoring the flavor and texture as she swallowed every last drop.

Stroking and sucking my cock a few last times to be sure she had gotten all I had to give at that moment.

Releasing my cock from her mouth she gave me one last lick, looked up at me and smiled saying.

"Nice way to start...but now it's my turn..."

And with that I pushed her to the bed, laid her down and knew that it was my turn to do the tasting.

As I stood there, staring down at her. I noticed for the first time that she had on one of my favorites, a white button down shirt with a black lace bra underneath. Yea, I know that is not exactly fashionable, but I find being able to see a woman's bra beneath their shirt just so sexy!

I just stood there a moment staring down at this beautiful creature still not believing what was about to happen, but there she was, lying in this bed, with me about to release 20+ years of pent up sexual tension between us.

Slowly I got onto the bed, straddling my legs against her chest, bending down, never letting our eyes separate. I got closer and closer to her and started to slowly kiss her, soft pecks on her lips, her cheeks, her ears, back to her lips, letting my tongue open her mouth. Letting our tongues do the dance once again. Caressing her cheeks and ears with my mouth, as I applied hot soft kisses to them. Letting her feel my mustache hairs tickle her face.

Moving down to her neck, she can feel my hot breath now. And I feel her quickly gasp as I gently suck and kiss her neck. All the while my left hand is slowly gliding across her chest, softly brushing against one breast, then her buttons, then her other breast, then back to the buttons.

I sit up watching her, letting my hand touch her throat as my fingers swirl around the top of her chest, then back to her throat then back to her chest. Slowly I let my finger start down her chest until it reaches the first button.

Slowly and methodically I undo the top button, then the second then the third.

All the while I can hear her breathing start to quicken just a bit.

After undoing the third button I separate her shirt as far as it will go.

I look down and see the tops of her breasts peeking up above her bra, so beautiful, so round.

I let my hand slide under her shirt, feeling her breasts still tucked in the confines of this beautiful black lace.

The feeling of this lace, so full, almost bursting. It was almost as if I could hear her breasts screaming...

"Let me out!!"

But not just yet. I take both of my hands and place them against the outside of her breasts, squeezing them together a little.

Oh but they do fit perfectly in my hands.

After another couple of squeezes I release them to once again concentrate on the buttons on her blouse.

I reached down and again, with one hand, undid the remaining buttons on her blouse. Then with both hands, opened her blouse completely and just stared at one of the most beautiful bodies I had ever been this close to.

Staring at her, staring at her face, and working my eyes down to her breasts, still captive in their prison.

Her stomach, oh what a beautiful site to see!! Leaning down again I started kissing her at her neck, working my way down her throat to her chest, pressing my face into her cleavage and kissing the tops of both breasts.

Letting my face rub against her bra as I continued my way down to her stomach, pausing as she gasped slightly with each new kiss.

Letting my tongue follow the contours of her stomach as her breathing got deeper the lower I got with my tongue.

Continuing down past her stomach, just below her belly button, where her jeans started.

Once again sitting up so I could stare deeply into her eyes. I took my right hand and, knowing she had again lived up to my fantasy by wearing a front hook bra, unhooked her bra with the skill of a surgeon, while never losing eye contact. And as she let out a small sigh, the hook popped open and unleashed the beauty, which of course were her breasts.

As her bra slid to the side, for the first time I laid eyes on those beautiful mounds of flesh, which I often dreamed about as a teenager.

They were as lovely as any two breasts could possible be. As I slid my hands up from her stomach until I was able to cup each one in each my hands.

They fit perfectly, so soft, so smooth. Her nipples just lovely as I started to feel them rise up from underneath my hands.

I let my hands rub against them, slowly at first, giving them a little squeeze each time I cupped the front. As I rubbed, I let my fingers spread apart just enough so that her nipples slid between my second and third finger. Each time squeezing my fingers together so I could feel her nipples as they got harder and I pulled on them slightly.

Not able to wait any longer I reached down and softly kissed her right breast on the outside. Then following her shape, continued kissing underneath then on the inside, so that my face was buried in her cleavage. (And what a wonderful place to be).

I then started kissing and gently suckling her until I reached her nipple. Placing it in my mouth and sucking her nipple was an absolutely incredible experience, for us both.

Her skin was so soft and so sweet tasting and lucky for us both she has very sensitive nipples so that with each suck, she started to breathe heavier.

Of course it probably didn't hurt that as I was sucking her right breast my right hand was all over her left one. Squeezing her left breast with my hand then letting my thumb and forefinger find her VERY erect nipple.

Placing the nipple between my thumb and finger I started to squeeze softly at first then a little harder.

As I squeezed I would roll her nipple between my thumb and finger, rubbing harder and faster as I started to suck deeply on her right one.

Letting my tongue swirl around her nipple, sucking it harder and harder. Letting my teeth gently rub her breast until I grabbed her nipple with my teeth and started to pull on it.

"OH YES..." She moaned.

Loving the feeling of a man finally taking charge of her body and treated her and it as it deserved.

Here was a woman who had waited so long for some great sexual release and she knew before this night was done she would get just that!

I continued to work her nipples, one with my hands and one with my mouth and teeth.

She was moaning louder now and her whole body started to move. First back and forth, then her hips started up and down.

"My God" I thought.

If this is how she reacts with just her nipples in my mouth, what's it gonna be like when I play with her pussy.

I continued my snack and she continued to move rhythmically to my sucking. I started sucking harder, using my teeth a little more. She started moving faster, begging me to continue, and move down lower.

"Not yet" I said admonishing her. I wanted to let this last as long as possible.

My goal now was to make her cum via her tits and I knew I could do it. The more I sucked and twirled, the more she moved.

The heavier her breathing got, the louder she got.

"YES...OH YES..."

She was screaming now and I knew I was close. Just a little more I thought to myself.

Harder I sucked, LOUDER SHE GOT.

HARDER...LOUDER...

She took her arms and wrapped them around me. Tighter she squeezed. Pulling me closer to her.

I sucked she squeezed and screamed HARDER...

TIGHTER...FASTER...

TIGHTER...HARDER...

TIGHTER...

"OH MY...PLEEEZE...DON'T...AHHHHHHH!!...I'M.. OH MY...I'M...WHAT ARE YOU DOING...HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS.OH MY...I'M ...GOING TO ...I AM ...YESSS...YESS...I'M CUMMING..."

And with that her entire body tensed. Her legs straightened, locking tight. Her arms, still wrapped around me squeezed me so hard as she let out this scream that was nothing more then music to me...

"AHHH...OH MY...OH MY...HOW...HOW..."

Was all she could say. After about another 5 seconds or so, I finally let go of her breasts, sat up and just watched her belly go up and down with each breath.

Looking at her face she was just opening her eyes. They were practically glazed. This was good I thought but I knew I could get more out of her. And I knew she had more to give. And with that I placed my head back down and gave her a few more kisses on her breasts.

First one, then the other.

Then I started down. Past her breasts. Across her belly. (Which was still rapidly going up and down). As I reached her stomach I could hear and feel her catch a quick breath as she gasped at the feeling of my tongue working its way down across her belly. 

Lower I went, down to her navel, reaching her pants line.

I reached over with one hand, grabbing the top button of her button fly jeans (couldn't believe she actually had a pair. Since a lot of women do not seem to like them much). As I grabbed the button, I just pulled hard and all of the buttons opened up at once.

Sliding down her legs, I reached up with both hands gently pulling off her jeans revealing what was underneath.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, there before me was a beautiful pair of black lace panties which matched perfectly the bra she was wearing earlier.

I continued pulling off her jeans; down those beautiful legs letting my fingers just barely rub against her as I finished pulling them off.

With the jeans gone and quickly tossed aside, I lay back down on the bed squeezing myself between her legs, bringing my face back up to where I left off, at her waist.

I again started to give her soft kisses along her belly and waist.

Feeling the lace from her panties rub against my chin and face. As I continue to kiss her I can smell the perfume she sprayed on earlier that night, obviously hoping that she would have a need to smell better then usual although it wouldn't have mattered. I know that her natural scent would have been more then enough to get me off, but this was so damn good!! 

As I kissed her belly and waist, I let my hands go down to her thighs, rubbing them up and down in time with my tongue which was now running around her belly and sliding itself just under her panties. The taste combination of her skin and the lace was unbelievable.

I continued down now tasting nothing but her lace. As I reached that wonderfully erotic spot where her thigh meets up with the rest of her, the smell, the taste of her panty edge, resting in the crook of her thigh.

I just lay there, kissing and licking her thigh and panties.

Suddenly there it was, OHHH, the sweet, sweet smell of her pussy.


Friends Reunited



The early evening sun was still warm as Brian and Mandy walked, arm in arm, across the park. They paused briefly to watch a few overs of the cricket match that was being played in the oval at the park's centre before moving on again. All around them humanity thronged, enjoying the warmth of a summer's evening. Couples walked together, oblivious of the world around them, intent only on each other, children played in groups, people walked dogs and the occasional jogger pounded along the paths, the pace of their strides matching the beat of the music in their headphones.

Although they walked with their arms around each others' waists, Mandy and Brian weren't like the other couples in the park. They weren't really a couple at all. They had been once, several years before, just after graduating from university, enjoying a brief, highly intense affair before their careers had taken different paths and they had drifted apart.

Eight weeks. That was all the time they'd had together. Eight short weeks that seemed like an eternity at the time. The intensity of their relationship had been frightening, perhaps because they had known that their time would be limited. Neither had held any illusions that they would have a future once the summer was over. They had simply lived every moment as if it was their last, cramming as much experience as they could into the time they had. 

They had met, inevitably, at the end of term party. Brian was the 'friend of a friend' that always seem to be present at these affairs. He had been someone that Mandy had known to see and had probably said no more than a dozen words to during the years they'd been at university. Mandy remembered the moment that their eyes had met briefly across the room and he had smiled. Mandy had smiled back, her knees had felt strangely weak. 

There had been a slightly frantic atmosphere at the party that could probably have been put down to a mixture of the end of term need to let off steam and the fact that, in many cases, it was to have been the last time the people in the room would all be together in the same place. 

At some point Brian had asked Mandy to dance. They'd caught each others' eye on a number of occasions but he had finally approached her as the party had been drawing to a close. Mandy had felt a growing excitement within her as they danced. The attraction between them had been obvious.

Mandy remembered the way her body had melted against his as their bodies moved together in time to the music. The excitement had continued to grow. Her body had tingled with anticipation. And then it had happened. Their lips had touched. That was it had taken. One fleeting contact and Mandy's passion had ignited. She had wanted him. There and then. She had wanted him to undress her and explore her body with his hands, to tease her with his lips and tongue, to take her as he desired. She had wanted to feel him inside her, driving her wild with passion, satisfying her every need. 

One thing had led, inevitably, to another. Without Mandy even needing to ask him, Brian had ended up going back with her to her flat.

As she walked through the park with Brian, Mandy found herself dwelling on the memory of that encounter. She remembered their hands roaming all over each others' bodies as they had struggled to remove each others' clothes. She remembered the surge of pleasure she had felt as Brian cupped her breasts in his hands and had then began to suck on them, sighing as his tongue teased her nipples. 

"I want that inside me," Mandy had said as she got her first glimpse of Brian's cock. Without any hesitation she had dropped to her knees, opened her mouth and taken it between her lips and began to suck. He had groaned appreciatively as her lips slowly slid up and down his shaft. Her hand had stocked up and down in a counter beat to her mouth. Mandy had sucked hard with long slow strokes, occasionally removing his cock from her mouth to lick his shaft and suck lightly on Brian's balls.

Mandy recalled the way that Brian grabbed her head and thrust his hips, fucking her mouth as she'd sucked eagerly on his prick, sliding her lips up and down his shaft. It had been clear that he was enjoying the attentions of her mouth. She had enjoyed it too but her desire had been so strong that she'd quickly decided that she needed his cock inside her. 

"Fuck me!" Mandy had whispered as she lay down on her bed. "I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cock filling me. Do it to me now!" 

Closing her eyes, Mandy had felt Brian part her legs as he positioned himself between them. Wrapping her legs around his, she'd moaned as she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance then slowly slide into her. She's cried out as Brian slid his cock, inch by glorious inch, into her cunt, burying himself to the root, her pussy stretching to accommodate him fully. 

"Oh Mandy," Brian had moaned, as his hips had began to move, "You feel so good." 

"Mmm." was all the reply Mandy could muster as she'd pushed her hips back to meet his slow, powerful thrusts. As Brian's pace had increased, Mandy had clutched at his arse, trying to push him in deeper as a warm glow had spread out from her pussy to engulf her whole body. 

Rolling over, Mandy's pussy had slid up and down the length of Brian's shaft. The walls of her cunt had gripped it tightly, milking it as she'd rode him with mounting intensity. With each thrust of her hips she'd ground her pubic bone against his, sending small electric shocks through her swollen clit as she impaled herself on Brian's dick. Her body had moved to a rhythm of its own as she'd lost herself to the sensations. 

Mandy remembered Brian's hands playing with her breasts, cupping and squeezing them in his hands, licking and sucking them as she'd rode his prick, feeling her pussy filled utterly with his cock. Over and over again, she'd moved her body up and down, savouring the feeling of every inch of her pussy's journey along the length of his shaft. 

They rolled back and Brian had began fucking her with ever more intensity. As she relived the scene in her mind she could almost feel his cock plunging in and out like a piston, their hips marking time together meeting each thrust just as they had on that evening years before.

"Go on!" Mandy had cried. "Harder, harder! Fuck me harder! Don't stop. Please don't stop. Fuck me! Go on, fuck me! Fuck meeee!!" The memory of her urgent pleading was faintly embarrassing.

Sweat had dripped off Brian's face as he ground his cock into her. "Mandy, oh Mandy," he'd sighed as his body began to tremble. Coming together, Mandy had pulled him close and held him tight as he'd released his load inside her. 

Awaking from her reverie, Mandy found herself standing alone with Brian at the edge of the woods that bounded the park. As more memories intruded, recalling the times that they'd enjoyed each other's company not far from this spot, she looked at Brian and saw him smiling at her, knowing that he too shared memories of these woods, a popular spot for lovers in their day. Mandy hadn't ventured into them in years. "If I remember correctly, the path down to the river starts just over there," Brian said with a knowing smile. "Fancy taking a walk along the river for old times sake?"

Mandy hesitated briefly before answering, not sure if she should. Not for the first time since meeting Brian at the station, she wondered if she'd been wise to agree to meet him again. It had been clear, from the moment their eyes had first met on the crowded platform, from the first fleeting kiss of greeting, that there was still a spark of attraction between them. She thought momentarily about what she'd become in the years since they'd last seen each other. She was still young and was successful in her chosen career. Her marriage had had its ups and downs but, on the whole, she led a contented life, to all outward appearances she appeared to be the model of respectability. Safe, that's what she'd become. As she stood there with Brian she realised that she missed the freedom and excitement of her youth and, what's more, until this very moment, she hadn't even been aware that she'd missed it. She made her decision. "Ah, what the hell? Why not?" she said, feeling a tremble of illicit excitement rush up her spine as she spoke.

As Brian had predicted, after walking for only a few more minutes, they found the start of the path, now slightly overgrown, that lead towards the river. "It wasn't this overgrown the last time we came this way," Brian remarked.

"Hmmmm, yes but that was ten years ago," Mandy reminded him.

Brian shrugged. "True," he admitted ruefully, "but I can't believe the river path is any less popular now than it was back then. People will always need their privacy," he added with a wicked glint in his eye.

Picking their way gingerly through the brambles and underbush, Brian and Mandy made their way deeper into the forest. 

After a few minutes, Brian stopped suddenly, lifting a finger to his lips. "Sssshhh," he whispered, "can you hear something?" Listening intently, they could both make out a faint moaning sound. "Looks like this path is still popular after all," he said, smiling.

"It's coming from that direction," Mandy answered, pointing towards the source of the faint keening. "Let's take a look," she said with a slightly mischievous grin. 

Slowly and quietly, they made their way towards the source of the sound. As they ventured deeper into the woods, the moans slowly crystallised, becoming identifiable as a girl's voice. "Oh yes ... Oh fuck yessss ... Fuck me ... Oooohhh fuck me harder!" urged the voice. 

"She sounds like she's enjoying herself," Mandy said quietly to Brian, smiling as she remembered the occasions, now ten years distant when they too had made love in these very woods. 

"Hmmm, possibly even as much as you used to," Brian replied. Mandy stuck her tongue out him, feigning a look of disapproval that was anything but convincing then smiled. "It's coming from just over there," Brian added, pointing in the direction of the moans that were slowly increasing in volume, "C'mon, let's take a peek." 

Crouching low, Mandy and Brian crept stealthily towards the source of the sound. Reaching the edge of a small clearing they ducked back quickly so as not to disturb the couple whose activities had drawn them towards this spot. 

The man was lying on his back, his face obscured by the back of the naked girl who was moaning incoherently as she impaled herself on his cock. Brian and Mandy could see the man's cock disappearing into the girl's cunt as she bounced with increasing abandon up and down on him. 

"Remember when we used to do that?" Brian whispered to Mandy. 

"Mmmm, yes. I was just thinking about that," Mandy replied in an equally hushed tone, colour rising in her cheeks. 

They continued to watch the couple as they fucked, clearly oblivious to everything other than their own pleasure. Mandy found the scene strangely arousing. The girl had a good body and was clearly enjoying herself, giving voice to her pleasure with complete abandon. She looked to be no more than about eighteen or nineteen, younger than even Mandy had been when she'd fucked Brian in these very woods. Glancing around, she caught Brian's gaze. The look on his face made it obvious that he was having similar thoughts.

Mandy watched, entranced, as the young couple fucked. From what Mandy could see of his cock as it slipped into the girl's cunt, the man seemed to be generously proportioned. Perversely, she felt a slight twinge of envy as she watched the girl being fucked by her vigorous and well endowed lover. At the same time, she realised that she was becoming turned on by what she saw. The girl's moans were becoming increasingly urgent. It was obvious that her climax was approaching.

Watching the couple, Mandy suddenly realised that something was missing in her life. As a younger person she would have thought nothing about doing just what this other girl was doing. Brian wasn't the only person she'd had sex with out doors, not caring about the possible consequences, the possibility of being caught heightening her desire. There had been a time, before the veneer of respectability had surrounded them, that she and Craig, her husband of nearly eight years, would have done this but not any more. While their sex life remained good and, in its own way, still satisfying, it had, like everything else in their relationship, lost the spark of intensity that it had had in the early years.

Lost in her thoughts and spellbound as she watched the scene before her, Mandy almost cried out when Brian tapped her on the shoulder. "C'mon!" urged Brian, "We'd better make ourselves scarce!" With a last look at the couple in the clearing, Mandy followed him as they made their way back to the path. 

Before they had gone more than a few paces, the silence of the forest was shattered. The sounds of girl's climax echoed through the trees. "Yessss! Yessss" Ohhhh YESSSSS! I'm cumming!!!!" she cried, her voice carrying on the still summer air. 

Brian turned to Mandy and smiled. From the look on his face she could tell what he was thinking. She smiled at him, telling him without words how much she had enjoyed the times, years before, when they had been lovers, sharing the joys of their passion with the same carefree abandon as the couple in the clearing.

Without knowing how it happened, Mandy found herself in Brian's arms, his lips pressed firmly against hers. She felt her passion flaring. Abruptly, she broke away. "Brian ..." she gasped, "I ... I shouldn't ... I mean, we shouldn't ... I'm married."

Brian smiled, still holding her. "But you want to, don't you?" he asked softly.

From the moment she'd agreed to meet him, Mandy had known and secretly, so secretly that she hadn't even admitted it to herself, hoped that something like this might happen. She had tried to suppress her desires, telling herself that she was just meeting an old friend but she knew that she'd been deceiving herself all along. The scene that she'd so recently witnessed had only served to remind her of how good Brian used to make her feel and how much she longed, however briefly, to feel that way again.

"Yes," Mandy admitted. "Yes. I want to but I don't know if I can. I have to think of Craig," she added, feeling a pang of guilt as she spoke her husband's name.

"Are you happy with Craig?" Brian asked.

Mandy nodded. "Mostly, yes. He's a good man."

"I'm not going to steal you away, Mandy. I'm only here for this one day," Brian said. "We don't have to do anything."

"I know. I know. I want to but I shouldn't," Mandy said. "I'm scared," she admitted. "Not of losing Craig, he need never know. I'm scared of how I'll feel. I know it can never be like it was when we were younger and I'm scared I'll regret it if we do and I'm scared I'll regret it if we don't."

"Well, look, I'm happy just seeing you again," Brian admitted, "and I won't pressure you. I'll happily settle for that kiss if that's how it has to be and if there're any others on offer, I'll accept them too."

"OK. I can cope with that," Mandy admitted, feeling relieved. "And since we're both being so understanding, here's another one," she added with a smile as she moved to kiss him again.

Reaching the river path, they walked for about twenty minutes, stopping occasionally to kiss each other. Their passion increased each time their lips met. Despite her doubts, Mandy felt her desire grow every time she felt his lips against hers and each time they kissed she pressed her body more firmly against his, feeling a long forgotten tingle of excitement run up her spine.

It was no surprise to Brian, who found he could still read Mandy's moods unfailingly, that when they reached the small thicket that hid a clearing in a hollow next to a broad bend in the river she kissed him then said, "I want you, Brian. Take me. I need to feel you inside me. Take me into the clearing behind those bushes and fuck me the way you did all those years ago!."

"Are you sure?" Brian asked.

"Yessss!" Mandy replied in a hoarse whisper. "Take me now, Brian! Don't give me time to change my mind."

Mandy made her way behind the bushes. Brian followed and watched as Mandy began to unbutton her blouse. As she undid the last button she pulled her blouse open and pulled down her bra to reveal her large, firm breasts. She sat down and lay back. Hitching up her skirt then, hooking her thumbs into the elastic at her waist and eased her knickers over her hips and down the length of her long, slender legs. Brian stared down at Mandy and she smiled back at him. "Does this bring back memories?" she asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice as she tossed her knickers to one side. Brian nodded, his memories overlain with the scene in front of him. "What're you waiting for then?" Mandy asked, her heart in her mouth as she made herself accept the step she was about to take. "Get down here and get on top of me!" 

Brian smiled then knelt down beside her. He kissed her briefly then turned his attention to her breasts. Cupping them in his hands, he worked his tongue over their surface before sucking the nearest nipple into his mouth. "Mmm, that's nice," sighed Mandy as Brian's tongue made her breasts wet all over. 

Mandy's breasts were just as large and sensitive as Brian remembered them. She squirmed with pleasure as Brian's tongue licked all over them. "Oh God, Brian, ooooh!" she moaned as he sucked her nipple between his lips once again and flicked it roughly with his tongue. 

Brian sucked and licked Mandy's breasts until he knew she was ready for something more. Quickly, he moved between her outstretched legs and leaned forward. "Ohhh, yesssss!" she purred as her worked his tongue into the moist folds of her pussy. "Oh yes! Eat me! I'd forgotten how good your mouth felt on my pussy," she moaned. Brian dipped his tongue into the warm, wet confines of her cunt then turned his attention to her clit. As he lashed it with his tongue he reached up to squeeze Mandy's breasts. "Oh, mmmm," she sighed as he pressed her breasts together and pinched her nipples with his fingers. 

Brian's attentions, coupled with her already high state of arousal, quickly brought Mandy to boiling point. Her body shook as his mouth feasted on her pussy. Suddenly, her back arched as the dam broke and her orgasm flooded over her. Ohhh Brian!" she moaned, "That's sooooo good!"

Brian's tongue beat relentlessly against Mandy's clit, feeding her orgasm as he feasted on her pussy. He struggled to undo his jeans as he continued to flick his tongue over Mandy's clit. Her body flinched with every touch of his tongue as he pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. Mandy's body writhed with pleasure as his tongue drove her onwards, pushing her higher and higher until she had to beg him to stop.

Catching her first glimpse in ten years of Brian's thick cock as she struggled to regain control of her body, Mandy ached to feel it inside her again, filling her the way it had done so often, leaving her breathlessly satisfied. As Brian moved to get up, Mandy reached out and pushed him back "I want that inside me but not yet," she purred, "first I want to suck it!"

Without any further hesitation, Mandy moved between Brian's legs and reached out to take his cock in her hand. Smiling, she leaned forward. "Ohhh fuck, Mandy!" he sighed as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his prick. She heard him gasp as she slid her lips down his shaft. Lodging his knob in the back of her throat, she swallowed and was rewarded with a moan. "Oh God!" Brian groaned, "You're still as good as you always were," 

Mandy bobbed her head up and down, sucking hard, her tongue licking the underside of his shaft as her lips travelled along its length. Brian's fingers twisted in her hair, pulling her mouth lightly on to him. His cock was stiff and thick, filling her mouth as she feasted on it. Almost absently, Mandy wished that they had more time, that they could have more than just this one time together. The realisation that the time they had, here in this clearing, was all that was available, made her even more determined to enjoy it to the full.




Friends Reunited



Letting Brian's cock slip from between her lips after giving it one last, long, hard suck, Mandy rolled on to her back and hitched up her skirt once more. "Fuck me Brian! Fuck me now!" she urged, her need evident in her voice as she parted her legs in readiness to receive him.

Brian moved between her legs and positioned himself above her again. With his cock poised at the entrance of her pussy, he leaned forward and kissed her. "Do you really want me to do this, Mandy?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Brian!" Mandy sighed, "I want you inside me. If I have any regrets later, I'd rather regret something I have done than something I haven't." She reached down and dug her fingers into his firm buttocks to emphasise her words as she spoke, trying to pull him into her. "Fuck me!" she urged, "Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me hard!" 

"OK," Brian said then kissed her again.

"Ooooh, mmmm!" Mandy moaned as Brian entered her with a single thrust and began to pump his cock in and out of her cunt. 

Mandy pulled her knees up, letting Brian in deeper. Still gripping his buttocks, she dug her nails into his them, urging him on. "Harder Brian. Fuck me harder!" she cried as his cock pounded in and out with increasing force.

Despite the years that had passed since Mandy had last felt him inside her, it appeared that Brian still knew how to use his cock to give Mandy the maximum satisfaction. She felt his balls slap against her with every thrust and tightened the walls of her cunt around his shaft. "Yes! Ohhh yesss!" she moaned in response to the long, powerful strokes of Brian's cock, "I'd almost forgotten how good it feels to have your cock in my pussy!" 

As they fucked, the years rolled back and once again they were the carefree young couple they had been before Brian's cock stroked in and out with long, hard thrusts. The walls of Mandy's cunt flexed around his shaft, gripping him deep inside her as they gave themselves to each other with increasing abandon.

Mandy's hands explored Brian's body as his cock filled her pussy. Her tongue danced in his mouth as they kissed. Her fingers seemed to know instinctively just where to touch to elicit the desired response from her lover.

Lover. The word reverberated through her mind. Mandy had never been unfaithful before. Not to Craig, not to any of the boyfriends she'd had before meeting her husband. A momentary pang of guilt flared only to be beaten down by the pleasure she was experiencing as Brian's cock filled her pussy, plunging in and out. Surrendering to her increasing arousal, Mandy closed her eyes and let the first stirrings of her impending climax wash over her.

"Oh Brian!" Mandy gasped, as her orgasm approached, her body beginning to shake as the sensations mounted, "It feels so good! Sooooo so good!!!" Brian thrust deeper and harder, pushing her over the edge. "Ooooooohhhhh fuck!" Mandy cried, oblivious to their surroundings, not caring if anyone overheard her. "I ... I'm c ... cumming, Brian! I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!!!!"

As Mandy's body shook violently below him, her pussy gripping his cock, Brian continued to thrust, never altering the pace of his strokes. Mandy moaned and whimpered as she came, her fingers reaching up under his shirt to rake his back. "Yessss! Oh fuck yessssss!" she moaned as her orgasm consumed her, her breathing reduced to long, strangled gasps.

Mandy endured the relentless pounding of Brian's cock as her climax peaked again and again. Dimly she realised that the illicitness of the situation was adding to her wantonness, multiplying the sensations she was experiencing, driving her to heights of pleasure she'd almost forgotten she could feel. Despite the strength of her orgasm, the satisfying feeling of Brian's cock filling her pussy, Mandy realised she still needed more. If they were only to have this once, she wanted to experience everything with Brian. She had this one chance to do all the things that they had done when they were younger and she wasn't going to let it pass her by. As her pussy quivered around the hard shaft of Brian's cock, Mandy gave voice to her need. "I want your cock in my arse too," she said, "Fuck my arse!" 

Brian pulled out and Mandy rolled over. She got up on to all fours and Brian took up position behind her. She felt the head of his cock press against the puckered entrance of her rear hole and moaned as it began to work its way past the resistance of her arsehole. 

Inch by inch, Brian slowly sank his cock into Mandy's back passage. "Oh yess!" cried Mandy as Brian's cock began to stroke in and out, "Fuck it, Brian! Fuck my arse! Fuck it hard!" 

Brian grabbed hold of Mandy's hips and began to drive his cock into Mandy's arsehole, increasing the pace with every thrust. "Fuck, Mandy!" he gasped, "You've no idea how much I've missed this!"

Brian's balls slapped against Mandy's enflamed pussy lips as his cock plunged in and out of her tight rear entrance. "Oh yes! Oh fuck, yes! I ... I've missed this too, Brian!" Mandy cried as she pushed her hips back, impaling her arsehole on Brian's dick. 

A familiar glow of anticipation spread over Mandy's body. She reached back between her legs to stroke her throbbing clit as Brian stabbed his cock deep into her back passage. Brian reached forward, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them as he repeatedly sank his cock into Mandy's trembling body. "That's it! ooohhhh! Play with my tits, Brian! Squeeze them hard!" she cried.

Rubbing her clit as Brian increased the tempo of his thrusts, Mandy felt herself beginning to lose control once more. Her clit throbbed against her fingertips as Brian's cock impaled her tight rear hole.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhhh mmmmmm!" sighed Mandy as her climax re-ignited. "Harder! Oh Brian, fuck me, fuck my arse, fuck it harder!" she pleaded. 

Breathing hard, Brian struggled to comply. His own climax was approaching and he strained as he tried to hold back. "Oh Mandy," he moaned, "Oh ... Oh ..." The pressure became unbearable. With one final powerful thrust, he sank his cock in Mandy's arsehole and emptied his load into her bowels. 

Mandy collapsed with a satisfied sigh, unable to support her tortured body any longer. Brian fell on top of her, his cock still inside her, his hips thrusting involuntarily as he filled her back passage with jet after jet of his cum. When his climax finally subsided he pulled out, rolled on to his back and lay there, eyes closed and breathing hard. 

Mandy sat up and watched as Brian struggled to recover. Reluctantly, she fixed her bra back into position and began to refasten her blouse as she felt Brian's cum begin to trickle from her arsehole and decided, with equal reluctance, that she had better put her knickers back on too.

Finally he stirred. Sitting up, Brian struggled to pull up his jeans. With a sigh he stood up and straightened his clothes. Mandy rose too, straightening her skirt. Putting her arms around him she kissed him lingeringly on the lips. "Thank you," she purred contentedly, "I really needed that." 

Brian laughed, "I sort of noticed," he said with a smile. "But I suppose we'd best be getting back," he added, "Wouldn't want you getting into trouble for staying out too late." 

Mandy kissed him again. "I guess you're right," she said with a sigh.

After a final kiss on the station platform, Mandy felt a pang of remorse as Brian's train pulled away. It wasn't as a result of what she'd done but from the fact that, for this one evening, Brian had been part of her life again and now he was gone. Her thoughts turned to her husband, Craig and the fact that she was going to have to face him soon with another man's cum drying in her knickers. Her thoughts were tinged with a guilt she knew she'd feel but, at the same time, she felt a strange feeling of elation, knowing she'd cherish the events of this evening for a long time.

Arriving home, displaying a tiredness that wasn't entirely feigned, Mandy chatted briefly with Craig, giving him a highly edited version of her evening as she had her supper before showering and going to bed. Later, when Craig joined her, Mandy did the only thing she could think of to assuage her guilt. Sliding down, under the quilt, she took her husband's cock between her lips and sucked it, slowly and tenderly at first and then with increasing passion until he exploded in her mouth. Lying in Craig's arms as he murmured words of drowsy appreciation in her ear, Mandy smiled to herself, reliving the events of the evening and wondering how long it would be until she saw Brian again. 



Friends Reunited



Jane waited at the airport security, her heart beating rapidly. Julie's plane had just pulled into the gate and the passengers were already filing past. Sudden, Jane saw the familiar face of her friend from home. As soon as she could, Jane ran to Julie, giving her a warm hug and a gentle kiss, wrapping her tall friend's arm in hers.

"Oh Julie, I'm so glad you came. I've missed you so much!" Jane said, still hugging on Julie's arm. Julie could feel Jane's large breasts against her arm, sending waves of excitement through her body. Jane had been Julie's younger sister's friend in boarding school, but after they had left, she and Julie had become close friends. Through their friendship, they had shared many adventures, conquests and each other. After Jane had married Geoff, she moved to the States while Julie stayed in England and married Martin. They two women had kept in touch, but this was the first time they had spent any length of time together in many years.

"Oh my God, Jane, look at you!" Julie exclaimed, looking at Jane's trimmed body. "I love that outfit. You look so young and sexy, hon." Jane smiled, giving Julie a quick spin. Her tight top laced across her large breasts, revealing ample cleavage, while her skirt, not as short as a 16 year old's was daring for a woman in her mid-twenties. Julie felt a little self conscious in her rather plain blouse and trousers. Julie and Jane had always dressed alike, pushing the boundaries in their younger days, but since being married, Julie had become more reserved and staid. Her husband of five years was the jealous type. Julie was afraid to look too good for fear of getting him upset with her in case another man looked at her. She had confided in Jane that she was a little disappointed in how her life was heading. She loved Martin very much but felt confined in their relationship. She hoped that some time with Jane might rekindle some of her youthful spirit. In just the first 10 minutes, she felt herself relaxing already.

Jane pulled the little blue sports car to the door while Julie waited with her bags. Julie watched as Jane, bubbly and so full of life, took the two bags from her friend.

"What a lovely car, Jane," she said, admiring the Porsche Boxster. She then saw Jane lifting the front and rear hoods. "Where's the engine?"

Jane laughed, "I'm not too sure. I think its here," pointing to just behind the seats. "Its Geoff's car. I wanted to have it today. Its such a beautiful day, I thought you would like it." Julie smiled, nodding her head. Once the two bags were in the car, Jane sped away, weaving in and out of the slower moving airport traffic. Julie looked at her friend, at home in her new home. Julie felt herself becoming slightly wet as she glanced at Jane's lap, her skirt barely covering her shapely thighs. The wind blew threw Julie's hair, blowing away the cares and worries she had left back home.

On the drive, Julie watched as the houses changed from small homes, typical in size to ones in England to larger, estates, with huge lawns, old trees and long driveways. Once in Jane's neighbourhood, the homes weren't quite as large but were still bigger than most back in England. Jane explained that unlike England, the US had an incredible amount of land, so everything really was bigger here.

"Everything?" Julie asked mischievously. Jane giggled, nodding her head. Jane pulled into the garage of a two story Georgian home. Once inside, Julie looked at the beautifully decorated house. In England, she and her husband were pretty successful but no one they knew lived in a neighbourhood like this, with so much land and house to take care of. Jane could tell that Julie felt a little uneasy. She took her friend's arm in hers, kissing her gently on the cheek.

"I know it's different from back home, Julie. It took me a long time to get accustomed to it," Jane said warmly to her friend. Jane looked into Julie's eyes, her hand sliding down to hold hers. They stood there for a moment in silence, before Jane interrupted. "I'm sure you're tired from the flight. Why don't you change into your bathing suit and let's lie out by the pool? I'll get us a pitcher of drinks and we'll just relax and catch up," Jane said, smiling.

Julie's eyes widened, "I forgot my suit, damn it," she said.

Jane just smiled, "You can just wear one of mine, baby." Julie smiled, feeling herself becoming at ease with her friend. It had been a long time since she had heard Jane call her that. It brought back a rush of memories, delightful memories that had been pushed to the back of her mind. She followed Jane upstairs, into the large master bedroom. Jane led her to a closet and to a shelf filled with many bathing suits."

How many do you have, Jane?" Julie asked, amazed at the different styles.

Jane giggled, "Since we have a pool and we entertain here a lot, I just HAVE to have a new suit for each party." Julie laughed, remembering that Jane had always been one to dress appropriately. Jane pulled a two piece out, handing it to Julie. "Here baby, put this on and I'll meet you by the pool." Jane, being several inches shorter than the 5'8 Julie, tiptoed and kissed her gently on the lips, then turned and hurried down to the kitchen.

Julie opened the large French doors to the back yard, walking to the pool. Jane was still in the kitchen, mixing a batch of Margaritas in a large pitcher. Julie felt a little uneasy in the bathing suit. The bottom barely covered her rear. Not that she had a large bum, in fact, she was often complemented on it. But the bathing suit was just that small. She could not imagine Jane wearing the top, either. Even though Jane had larger breasts than she did, Julie felt as though she was about to fall out. But the shape of the cups held her firm and even as she walked down the stairs, her breasts bounced but stayed in the cups.

Julie laid a towel on a chaise and lay in the chair, feeling the warm spring sun on her body. A few minutes later, Jane walked out, carrying a tray and two large glasses. Julie watched as her dear friend came closer, taking in her vibrant figure and spirit. Jane had on an even smaller bathing suit, her large 38DD breasts barely supported by the thin straps and small cups. Her thong bottom was less than 2" wide across her mound.

"Oh my, Jane... what do you have on?" Julie said, almost choking on her words. Jane, giggles, spinning for her, wiggled her firm, round bum at her friend.

"Do you like it, hon? I just bought it last week, just for you. Geoff and I are planning a pool party this weekend in your honour," Jane said as she sat the tray on the table next to Julie. "If you want, you can wear it."

Julie laughed, shaking her head. "I could never wear anything like that. I would be too embarrassed," Julie answered, realizing that she may have hurt Jane's feeling. "I mean, I love it, it looks great on you, it really does. But I've become more modest the past few years. I don't dress like I once did." Jane could hear a touch of sadness in Julie's voice. Julie used to be as wild as Jane. She dressed very sexily and loved to tease the men around her. Since marrying though, she had become more demure and cautious. Jane decided that it was her duty to bring her old friend back.

"Nonsense, Julie. You can wear this easily, or anything I have. Later this week, we'll go through my clothes and you can try some on, maybe even get you a new wardrobe for Martin, put some spice back into your life," Jane said, sitting on the chaise with Julie. They were already almost through with their second large glass and the tequila was having its desired effect.

Jane reached for a bottle of sun-screen, "Julie, you will definitely need this. You aren't use to this Southern sun and we don't want you to burn on the first day," Jane said as she rubbed some lotion on her hands. Julie turned onto her back, feeling Jane's hands rub the cool lotion onto her back and shoulders. Jane sat to her side, her hips against Julie's. Jane massaged her friend's shoulders, spreading the lotion across her body. Julie moaned softly, being seduced by the tequila, sun and her friend's fingers. Jane slid her fingers along Julie's sides, her fingertips brushing against Julie's mashed breasts. Julie bit her lower lip, her breathing deepening. It had been a long time since she had been with another woman, only a couple of times in the past six years, and only once since she had been married. Martin didn't know of her sexual longings and she felt that he would be upset to know that she was bisexual.

"You're very fair, baby, so you have to be very careful about the sun," Jane said softly, her hands caressing Julie's back. "You don't need any tan lines on your back, either," she added cheekily.

Jane unhooked the back strap, letting the ends fall to the side. Julie began to feel her pussy becoming wet again, her hips pressing against the chaise. Jane continued rubbing the lotion on to her body, her fingertips rubbing harder against the sides of Julie's breasts. Jane worked down her friend's back, to just above Julie's still beautiful arse. Sliding her hand over the round cheeks, Jane spread the lotion down Julie's thighs and legs. Julie began to feel that feeling she thought she had lost, passion, desire. Jane worked her way back up Julie's legs, her hands brushing against her pussy from behind. Julie jumped slightly, then pressed her arse back against Jane's hands, increasing the pressure on her lips. Julie rocked her hips slowly against Jane's hands, feeling them rubbing against her cheeks.

"Ooohhh God, Jane... do you know what you're doing to me?" Julie moaned, her face buried in the towel.

Jane smiled sweetly. "I know exactly what I'm doing, baby," she replied, leaning over, kissing Julie tenderly on her back. Julie sank deeper into the chaise, her body trembling like it had once done when they were both younger. Jane let her breasts rub against Julie's back as she slid her hands down her body, caressing her firm cheeks. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, you still have a beautiful bum, baby, just as I remember it," Jane cooed, her fingers sliding between her legs, along her folds. Julie moaned louder, her hips beginning to thrust harder against Jane's hand.

"Oh God, Jane, its been so long since I've been with someone other than Martin, even a woman," Julie moaned softly. "It feels so good."

Jane pulled the bathing suit bottom to the side, letting her fingers tease her friend's wet lips. Julie thrust her hips against the intruding fingers, wanting to feel them inside her. Jane teased her more, letting her fingers just probe slightly into Julie's wet tunnel. Julie could take no more. She shoved her backside back against Jane's fingers, driving them into her wanting pussy. She cried out as she felt the long fingers fill her pussy. "Ooohh God, Jane... yyessss, yesssssss," she cried, thrusting her hips back against the fingers.

Jane increased her tempo, finger fucking her friend's soaking wet pussy. She slid her free hand under Julie, cupping her large breasts. She squeezed the soft flesh, her fingers digging into her friends tits. Julie felt her body shaking, trembling as the first of many orgasms exploded deep inside her. She came hard, her juices squirting out onto Jane's hand. Julie kept thrusting her hips back against Jane's hand, feeling her friend's fingers probing deep inside her.

"Oh fuck, baby, I can't believe I came so quickly,' Julie sighed, rocking her body against Jane's fingers as she sank into the chaise, trying to catch her breath. She turned around on to her back, looking up at her friend, smiling lovingly. Reaching up, Julie pulled Jane to her, unhooking her top at the same time. Jane came willingly, letting her top fall to the ground.

The two women kissed each other passionately for the first time in many, many years, their tongues exploring their mouths as if for the first time. Julie felt her nipples harder against Jane's breasts, sending waves of excitement throughout her body. They held each other tightly, savouring their time together at last. Jane slipped her thigh between Julie's legs, rubbing up and down against her wet pussy. Their kiss became more passionate, as the two friends began to make up for lost time.

"Jane, luv, I have missed you so much. I've missed all of this," Julie said softly, her heart pounding inside her chest.

Jane smiled at her, stroking her hair from her face. "Baby, you're in for a treat these next two weeks," Jane said seductively. She cupped Julie's breasts, burying her face between her luscious 36D's globes. Julie moaned loudly, holding Jane's head to her chest. Jane sucked Julie's hard nipples into her mouth, rolling the sensitive buds between her teeth. Julie cried out, her hips rocking against Jane's pressing thigh. Julie loved having her tits sucked and groped, the sensations shot through her body like a rocket. She felt another orgasm building inside her already. Jane slid further down her belly until she reached her trimmed tuff of soft hair. Julie moaned, her pussy aching for Jane's talented tongue.

"Oooohhhhh fffuuuucccckkk, Jane... eat me, please... It's been so long... yeeesssssss!" She cried out as Jane first teased her lips, then plunged her tongue deep into her soaking wet pussy. Julie grabbed her lover's head, holding it tight to her thrusting cunt, her body writhing with pleasure. Jane sucked the folds between her teeth, tugging at them gently, driving Julie even wilder with passion.

"Ooohhhhhh... eat me Jane, eat my fucking pussy!!!" Julie moaned, surprised by her lack of restraint and crudeness. Julie felt herself letting go, letting go of the confines of her life. Her hips rocked back and forth, fucking Jane's wonderful mouth. She grabbed her tits, mashing, kneading her flesh hard as the orgasm came to a climax. "Oooooohhhhhh God..." She cried, her hips thrashing against Jane's mouth. Jane grabbed Julie's bum, pulling the gushing cunt hard to her mouth, taking all Julie had to offer. Julie came hard, her juices exploding out, as if her dam had finally burst. She filled Jane's mouth with her sweet cum as her body shook uncontrollably. Jane held her tight, grinding her face against Julie's wet cunt, licking and sucking her hot juices. Julie fell back in the chaise, her heart racing. She closed her eyes, feeling the wonderful tongue work its magic on her once more, as it had done so many times in the past. 

Julie's hands groped her tits, toying with her nipples as she let wave after wave of orgasms explode like firecrackers in her pussy and body. Jane slowed her tonguing, kissing and sucking Julie clean while Julie just lay in the chaise, her eyes shut tight as the orgasms began to subside. Jane kissed her way up, cuddling her friend, lying there quietly.

"That was incredible," a voice said a few moments later. Julie bolted up, startled, covering her tits with her arms.

"Hi baby," Jane said, smiling as the stranger walked closer. "Baby, this is Julie, whom I told you about. Julie, this is my husband, Geoff." Julie looked at the tall, older man. He was slender and looked to be in shape with a head full of curly hair. The only concession to his age was a touch of grey on his sideburns. Julie sat there, still covering herself.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" he said, "If you want, I can go back inside." Julie didn't know what to say or feel. A stranger had just watched her with another woman, something she normally would not have done, at least in the past five years. Jane, always the one to take charge, broke the awkward silence.

"Oh no, baby, stay please," She said, smiling coyly, "after eating Julie's sweet pussy I need a little cock to satisfy my hunger." Geoff smiled, walking over to his young wife. Julie just sat there, stunned, not sure what to do. Jane untied his scrubs, letting them fall to the ground. She pulled his cock out, stroking it gently, letting the head rub against her face. She moaned softly, turning to her friend. "Doesn't he have a beautiful cock, Julie?" she asked, flicking her tongue over the bulbous head. "You know I have had a lot of cocks, but his is one of the loveliest I've ever seen." Jane smiled at Julie, then took Geoff's cock deep into her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth along the hard shaft.

Julie watched in amazement as Jane sucked her husband right in front of her. Geoff moaned softly, his hips thrusting back and forth slowly. Julie watched as the thick cock slid easily into Jane's mouth, the same mouth that had just given her so much pleasure. Jane looked over at Julie, sucking as much for her as for Geoff.

"Oh, how thoughtless of me," Jane said, looking at Julie, "You're my guest and you should have the first piece." Jane looked at Julie, smiling, stroking her husband's hard cock in her fingers. Julie sat there stunned. She couldn't believe that Jane was offering her husband to her. "C'mon baby, I know you want a taste, don't you?" Jane asked.

Julie sat there a moment, looking at the thick hard cock just a few feet away. She nodded her head, remembering the times they'd shared boyfriends when they were younger, scooting down the chaise next to Jane. She took the throbbing cock in her fingers, studying it. It was the first cock she had seen in seven years other than her husband's. Jane caressed her back, kissing the back of her neck for encouragement. "Go on, baby, taste him, you know you want to."

Julie knew that Jane was right, she did want to taste him, to suck his cock like she used to just a few years back. Jane looked up at Geoff, "Julie is a great cocksucker, almost as good as me," Jane smiled. Julie did used to love sucking cocks, but it had been a long time since she had been with someone other than her husband, and sucking for him was just a small part of an all too brief foreplay.

Julie stroked the cock slowly, feeling the hardness in her fingers. Her mouth began to water, imagining the thick piece of meat sliding into her mouth. She looked at Jane, who smiled, nodding her head. Julie closed her eyes for a moment, making one of the most important decisions of her life. She opened her eyes, flicking her tongue over the thick head. She could taste his pre-cum, brought forth by Jane's earlier sucking. Julie let her tongue slide over the tip, tasting what she could of his ooze. She let the bit of cum flow over her tongue, tasting another man for the first time in too many years. And she loved it. She opened her mouth, engulfing his cock whole, her head bobbing back and forth along the thick, long shaft. Geoff was just a little longer than Martin, but much thicker. Julie felt Geoff's cock throbbing against her throat, jerking in her mouth. She grabbed his arse, pulling him deeper into her hungry mouth. Julie felt her heart pounding against her chest: She was sure Jane could hear it beating.

"Suck him, baby, suck my hubby's cock!" Jane cried, encouraging her on. Jane slipped two fingers into her wet cunt, her hips bucking against her hand. Jane felt her juices dripping down her thighs, turning her on even more. She leaned against Julie, rubbing her firm tits against the back of her friend's head.

Geoff moaned loudly as Julie increased her pace, then slowed, prolonging his pleasure. Julie felt like she had at university, young and alive. Sucking Geoff's cock... no, another man's cock, took her back to her wild, youthful days. Julie, kneeling in front of Geoff, felt Jane's hand sliding down her back, over her bum. She moaned as Jane slid her fingers into her open pussy, finger fucking her as She sucked her friend's husband's cock. She could not believe this was happening. Jane plunged her fingers deep into her again and again, bringing her to the edge of another orgasm. How many, she couldn't remember.

Julie's body began shaking, then tensed up as the massive orgasm exploded, showering Jane's hand with her hot cum. Julie's mind went numb, letting the hard cock slip from her lips. She rubbed the thick head over her face, smearing her saliva and his ooze on her lips and cheeks. Julie came again and again as Jane kept finger fucking her aching cunt. Julie fell back, grabbing her tits, Jane's fingers still tearing at her cunt.




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"Ooohhh ffuuuccckkk, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!" Julie screamed, her fingers digging into her tit flesh. "Ooohhh God, oh..." Her body jerked and shuddered as series of orgasms erupted deep inside her. "Fuck me, Geoff... oh please, fuck me!" She pleaded, rubbing her clit as She looked up at her new lover. Geoff slid on to the ground, kneeling between her legs. Reaching under her arse, Geoff lifted her off the ground, plunging his cock into her sopping cunt. Julie screamed as the thick cock stabbed deep into her, his fingers squeezing her cheeks. Julie lay there, her mouth agape, unable to move, just allowing her body to be fucked by this stranger. Geoff rammed his cock in and out of her cunt, feeling it squeezing around his thick shaft.

Jane lay next to her friend, enjoying the pleasure that she and her husband was giving her. She watched her husband's cock tear into her friend's pussy, splattering her juices everywhere.

Jane slid her hand down Julie's shaking body and began rubbing her clit as Geoff rammed his cock in and out of her. Julie lost control of her senses. Her body squirmed and twisted on the ground as orgasm after orgasm tore through her body. Jane slid her tongue over her hard nipples, burying her face between Julie's beautiful round tits. Julie grabbed Jane's head, holding her mouth to her tits. Julie wanted to scream with pleasure but couldn't, all that came out was a soft squeal. She felt Geoff's cock throbbing inside her, stretching her as never before. She grabbed the grass, her fingers trying to dig into the ground as a massive orgasm shot through her body, spraying her cum from her pussy like a fire hose. She fell back on to the ground, trying to catch her breath, her tits rising and falling with each breath.

Geoff felt his cock about to explode. He had held back as long as he could. He pulled out of her tight cunt, aiming his cock at the two beautiful women's faces. Kneeling on the other side of Julie, Jane and her opened their mouths, waiting for their reward. Jane sucked him quickly, tasting her friend's cum on his cock. Geoff waited until Jane pulled away, then let loose his load. His cum flew through the air, landing on the girl's faces, their mouths reaching for the thick, salty cream. Geoff moaned as he shot several streams of his seed, covering their faces and tits.

Julie leaned up, sucking Geoff's cock clean, then turned to Jane, smiling at her friend. Jane stroked her hair, then kissed Julie deeply, her hands caressing her tits, smearing the warm cum into her flesh. Their tongues danced together, sharing the sweet flavours of their mouths.

"Oh God, Jane, that was incredible," Julie said softly, holding Jane to her trembling body. Jane cooed, rubbing her nose against Julie's face and neck. "I can't believe I did that... I can't believe it felt like that," She said, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. 

Jane smiled and kissed her friend. "Just like old times eh?" she asked coyly. Julie nodded then looked up at Geoff, extending her hand. Geoff took her hand, lying down next to her on the cool, soft grass.

Jane and Geoff sandwiched their guest, caressing her still shaking body. Julie laid her head on Geoff, feeling the warmth of her two friends, her two lovers.

The three of them rested quietly on the ground, letting Julie revel in her new experience. After a while, Jane leaned up, her breasts pressed against Julie's body. "Julie, we have so much planned for the next two weeks for you," she said, smiling. Julie closed her eyes, knowing that if it were even half as wonderful as this first afternoon had been, then she was going to have the best two weeks of her life.



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I sat at the bar, gulping my second bourbon a little too fast. I almost jumped out my skin as my phone beeped.

Sorry, On bus. Traffic is a nightmare. I'm almost there. 5 mins x

I had only been there half an hour, but it seemed like I had been waiting half a day. Another five minutes might have been the end of me!

I took another drink, my cheeks drawing together at the sharpness of the taste.

"Hi!" a voice from behind suddenly said.

I jerked in fright and a dribble of bourbon slipped out the corner of my mouth.

"Shit! Um...hi!" I stuttered and wiped my face.

He smiled at me and kissed me once on the cheek. Here he was, Simon, my high school crush, 15 years on. My stomach flipped and I swore he could hear my heartbeat. It was as though everyone in the bar had stopped to witness our interaction.

He was exactly as I remembered him, just a little more filled out, a little more muscular, a little taller and a lot more man! His dirty blond hair was shorter and styled into rough spikes. His grey eyes held me in his gaze.

"Can I get you a drink then?" He smiled.

My stomach flipped again. It could win Olympic Gold at this rate.

"Um...yes please...um...bourbon and soda."

He leaned over the bar to order our drinks from the large figure of a man waiting patiently. I fidgeted with my fingers, twisting my rings around and around. I had no idea why I was nervous. Maybe it was the thought of the unknown!

***

I had hung out with Simon when we were in high school. We became really good friends, but one night we got drunk and took things too far. We had ended up fucking in a --field -- how unromantic. That was not exactly how I had hoped my first time would turn out. Secretly, I had wanted something to happen between us, but obviously he hadn't. He didn't talk to me after that night, ever again. For the rest of our time at school he ignored me, and even turned others against me. He truly broke my heart.

We had bumped into each other a few weeks back whilst I was out shopping. I came out of the ladies changing room and there he was, waiting on his wife. He suggested we meet for a catch-up and took my number, but I never expected him to call.

***

We found a table in a cramped corner of the bar. There were other people at the table so we squeezed in together on a bench seat. My skin prickled as I felt the heat of his leg pressed against mine. My stomach was one step closer to taking first place on the Olympic podium.

"So...how does your husband feel about you meeting random men on a Saturday night," he asked, smiling.

"Oh...I...I'm not married," I whispered, and took a sip of my drink.

"Really? Wow...I thought you would have been snapped up long ago. You must have a boyfriend, surely?"

I shook my head and blushed slightly. "No, but don't worry...I don't have cats...yet," I joked. "I could say the same for you. How does your wife feel?"

His mouth pressed into a hard line. 

"She doesn't own me. I'll do what I want," he snapped.

"Oh...I..."

"Sorry. That sounded way harsher than it was supposed to. It's just my wife is ...well..." He sighed, then took a long drink and placed his empty glass on the table.

"Another?" he asked, pointing towards his empty glass.

"Okay, please," I said as I looked at my practically full glass.

What was all that about, I wondered, as he headed towards the bar. It was then I noticed he wasn't wearing his wedding band. What was going on? I really wanted to question him but I knew I shouldn't pry. My mind wandered.

Suddenly he appeared next to me again.

"Things aren't great between me and Vanessa. Not great at all. To be honest, I'm just not happy. I haven't been for a while. I suppose I must have been at some point, but I got married far too quickly and way too young. I was only 22. She just likes to control everything I do, where I go, when I go, who I go with...I've had enough. She thinks I'm meeting my dad tonight! I've just had enough." He took a large gulp of his drink.

I didn't know what to say. I just half smiled and took a sip from my glass.

He continued, "Sorry...you don't need to hear this. Tell me...what's been going on with you?" He smiled, and my heart raced. It only felt like yesterday I was kissing him on those wonderful full lips.

I snapped back to the present.

"Um...nothing really. Uni...moved to the city, working the 9 to 5."

"Oh come on...there must be more to you than that." He gazed into my eyes, pinning me to the spot.

I told him about my volunteer work, my hobbies, my family, concerts I had been to and what new music I was into. Drinks seemed to come and go like magic and time passed in the blink of an eye as we chatted away for hours. We met just after 8 pm and it was now 1130. I couldn't believe how well we were getting on after all this time.

"I need to tell you something that I've never told you before," he whispered with a slight drunken tone to his voice. "I'm sorry."

"For what? Getting me drunk?" I smiled.

He laughed silently.

"For the way I was at school. I was such a dick. You didn't deserve that in any shape or form. Fuck...it horrifies me thinking about it. I had no right to be that way. I was just trying to be the big man in front of my friends. I should have stood up for you when they teased me for sleeping with you, and when they teased you. But instead I denied it and made you out to be an obsessed liar."

I blushed and took a drink.

"Will you please forgive me, Beth?" He sighed and placed his hand over mine, squeezing it.

I whipped my hand away and pushed a stray hair behind my ear.

"I'm not sure I can. I mean...well you know. I might be able to forget about it...especially with a few more of these." I giggled and shook my empty glass trying to change the subject.

"I need you to forgive me. If I could meet my teenage self I'd batter him senseless. I can't believe what I did to you. I've never stopped thinking about it. Please?"

I squirmed in my seat. "We'll see. I know it was 15 years ago but it's just not that easy."

I was begging him in my head to change the subject.

"Can we go somewhere else? It's too loud in here," he said.

"I live 5 minutes around the corner, and there is some beer in the fridge. Would that do?"

"Perfect." He smiled.

He stood up and I followed him as he weaved in and out of the crowded bar. As I stepped out into the night air I knew I was drunk. I felt wobbly on my feet but managed to retain my composure. The walk to my flat passed in a blur, and I rooted for my keys in my bag as we stood at my door.

"Women and their handbags!" Simon giggled.

"Shhhh.....neighbours," I said, thinking I was whispering before breaking out into a giggle myself.

We stumbled through my front door, sniggering like we were 16 again. I pointed to the door on the right, signalling the living room, as I staggered through to the kitchen and grabbed some beers from the fridge.

Again time disappeared. I looked at the clock, and saw it was 3.30 am.

"Won't your wife be looking for you?" I asked with a sigh.

He leaned his head back and rested it on the back of the couch. A smile spread across his lips.

"I don't give a fuck, to be honest," he said, and finished his beer. He placed the empty bottle on the table, and then turned to face me.

"I meant what I said in the pub, Beth. I need you to forgive me. I've never stopped thinking about you...I mean the way I treated you." He stumbled over his words. "Fuck it...I've never stopped thinking about you! How I wanted to be with you, how I wanted to hold you and protect you. But I was more concerned about being popular, and the whole time I just wanted you. That night was probably the best night of my life."

I blushed and smirked at him.

"I...um...eh...I," I mumbled.

"I still want you Beth," he whispered, and out of the blue his lips were on mine.

His lips were as soft as I remembered. At first I reciprocated and kissed him back, allowing his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly a moment of sobriety hit me, and I pulled back, turning my head away from him.

"We can't do this Simon...you're married."

"Barely." He scowled. "I'm leaving her." He moved towards me in an attempt to kiss me again. "I need to be with you."

"Come on Simon. You're just drunk. You're not just going to go and leave her."

"Beth...bumping into you that day just made it even clearer to me. What were the chances of that happening? We haven't seen each other for 15 years, and all of a sudden I meet you in the ladies department of Monde!"

His lips met mine again. He was an extraordinary kisser. I knew it was wrong but it felt so right. My body relaxed as his tongue pushed past my lips and probed my mouth. My stomach did a triple somersault to win the gold.

He placed his hand on the side of my face and gripped my hair. He pulled me closer and kissed me harder. Simply kissing him was sending shockwaves between my legs. I asked myself, was this history repeating itself?

His other hand slipped around my waist. My skin tingled all over at his touch. His hand stopped on the small of my back and he pulled me gently. I took it as a gesture to move closer to him. I decided to bite the bullet and clumsily I straddled his lap, facing him, never breaking the kiss. As I sat on his lap I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. He ground it into me, making me aware of how much he wanted me. I ran my hand through his hair, tugging it slightly in the heat of the moment.

His hands found my hips and he pulled them towards him. I instinctively pushed into him. I knew now I wanted him more than ever. His fingers found the edge of my top and he skilfully removed it, discarding it to the floor.

"God, you're so beautiful," he muttered.

I hurriedly removed his t-shirt. He had definitely grown into a man. His shoulders were broad, his biceps large and sculpted and his chest perfectly formed. He obviously worked out. He sat up so our chests touched. The feeling of his skin on mine was divine.

His mouth was back on mine, demanding, riveting me. This time he kissed me harder and with more passion. He pulled me tight into him as his hands explored my back, entwining his fingers into the loose strands of my hair.

Like an illusionist, he had my bra off. His hand found my left breast. He playfully pulled at my nipple, making me gasp and my pussy ache.

I kissed him harder, stifling the moans escaping my lips. I slowly began to rock my hips, feeling him grow, pushing against his jeans.

He hooked his thumbs into my belt loops and pulled me up, so that I was standing. He fiddled with my button fly and began to push my jeans off my hips. I was standing between his legs, as he shuffled forward to sit on the edge of the couch, his face in line with my navel. He tugged my jeans past my thighs, down to my knees. He placed his foot in the crotch of the jeans and pushed them down to the floor. I stepped out and threw them aside.

I looked down at him. He stared back, his face serious and hungry with desire. Then he smiled before leaning forward and softly kissing my stomach. I thought, thank goodness I had been hitting the gym recently! His kiss felt divine. He was so close to where I wanted him. My underwear was soaking.

He placed his hands on my arse and pulled me closer. He ran his tongue across my lower stomach, just above my waist band. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back in anticipation.

His fingers traced the material across my hip, down the inside of my thigh. I felt his thumb slowly glide over the thin material that protected my modesty. The sudden shock took my breath away. He teased me, slowly moving his thumb back and forth, across my wet panties.

He pulled them to the side, holding them with his other hand to expose my pussy. Agonizingly slowly, he pushed one finger inside of my throbbing wet cunt.

"Fuck you're so wet," I heard him whisper.

I looked down again and watched as he slipped his finger into his mouth. This turned me on even more. He moved his hand back, again slipping his finger deep inside me. He circled his finger slowly around and around. Fuck, it felt so good. He slipped in another finger and gently began to fuck me with his fingers. His thumb rubbed over my clit, sending hot spasms of desire through my entire body.

Without warning, I felt his tongue thrust inside me. My body jolted in ecstasy and I pulled harder at his hair.

"Oh fuck Simon," I sighed, and bit my lip.

His tongue expertly explored me, whilst all the time he continued to finger fuck me. The feelings of his soft wet tongue and his fingers were pushing me over the edge.

"You taste so fucking good," he moaned. His words vibrated against me.

My breathing was belaboured and my legs were turning to jelly. I didn't know how much longer I could hold on.

"I'm gonna come Simon...Oh my fuck I'm really gonna come," I panted.

He took this as indication to continue, harder and faster. He pushed his fingers deeper inside me as his mouth tickled and sucked my clit. I could feel the intense heat of my orgasm begin to build inside me. The pressure built and built, desperate to be released. And then it was there -- my orgasm arrived and exploded through me like a bomb.

"Uuuuuuugghhh my ooohhh," I mumbled in between spiked breaths.

My body shook uncontrollably, pushing my hips on to his mouth, greedily wanting more. My legs buckled as the orgasm took full control of my body. He grabbed my hips with both hands to steady me, his tongue still pulling every last piece of pleasure out of me.

I loosened my grip on Simon's hair and straightened my legs. The warm post-orgasmic afterglow swept through my entire body.

"Oh Simon," I sighed, breathlessly.

He yanked me down to sit on to his lap and kissed me ruthlessly. I could taste the salty wetness of my cunt on his lips. His erection seemed larger and harder as it pressed through his jeans against my naked behind.

I reached down and placed my hand over his cock. My fingers teased, and then I slowly began to stroke. He exhaled loudly.

"I want you Beth," he said urgently.

I kissed him harder, claiming him, possessing him. I had only just come, but I already was getting moist again. I could feel him fidgeting with his belt and fly. I placed my hands on the waist band of his jeans and began to pull. He raised his bum off the couch and I yanked his jeans and boxers from under him. His dick sprang free. It must have been at least 9 inches and was lusciously thick. The tip glistened with a few beads of pre-cum.

I coiled my fingers around his cock. A low groan came from deep in his throat. I placed my thumb on the tip and swirled, spreading the sticky moisture around. I moved my hand gradually down his shaft, gently pulling his foreskin back. I looked to his face, his eyes closed and his mouth forming a perfect "o."

Slowly I began to pump his cock. I could just get my hand around it and no more. He rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes, his hands resting by his side.

Wanking him was turning me on so much. I took one of my fingers and pushed it inside my once again, aching cunt. I was so wet. I used my own wetness to lubricate him, sliding my hand continuously up and down and around his manhood.

I wanted him inside me so badly. I raised myself and straddled him with my knees on the couch. He seemed oblivious to my movement. I brushed the tip of him over my wetness. This grabbed his attention.

"Oh Beth...please," he gasped.

I began to lower myself on to him, inch by inch. It felt amazing as he stretched me, making me accommodate him.

"That's it, fuck me," he moaned under staggered breaths.

Encouraged by his words, I began to move up and down, feeling him plunge into me each time, taking my breath away. He placed his hands on my hips, helping direct me and control me.

"You feel so good Beth, so tight. I fit you perfectly."

I began to move faster as the incredible pleasure pulsed around every vein in my body. The familiar feeling beginning to build again.

I leaned by head back and closed my eyes. Simon took advantage of this, as without warning his lips were around one of my nipples. I moaned loudly. The feeling was incredible. I rocked my hips harder, grinding them into him. He hooked an arm around my waist pulling me closer.

And then his thumb found my clit again.

"Oh God Simon!" I screamed. He almost made me explode right there and then.

"Come for me Beth, I'm ready for you. I want to come deep inside you baby."

His words sealed the deal. As his thumb fervently rubbed my clit, I came hard around him. My whole body shook violently. My cunt pulsated around him, pulling him further into me. I slammed my hips hard down on to him, insatiable, wanting every last bit of him. I shouted incoherently and breathlessly towards the ceiling. He held on to my hips and continued to thrust his dick into me.

"Fuck baby...that's it! Oh fuck Beth...Fuck...fuuuuuu."

His body began to shake, and I could feel his hot cum pour into me. He burrowed his face in to my neck, muffling his cries. His pace slowed, but he still continued to slam into me, drawing every last ounce of ecstasy from me. I tugged his hair as my body writhed to the last beat of the orgasm.

With one last hard thrust he was done. His face was still nestled in my neck. We sat there breathless, panting. I ran my fingers through his hair and he looked up.

"Think it's safe to say that was better than last time." He laughed and kissed me hard. He stroked my skin and pulled away before resting his forehead against mine, still panting.

***

I woke up, a slice of sunshine creeping across my face through a gap in the curtain. We had somehow made it through to the bedroom, probably in a drunken stupor. I looked at my alarm clock. It was 830. His arm lay across my stomach, almost protecting me, holding me close to him. I blushed at memories of the night.

My head was heavy, I was warm and my skin clammy. Judging by his long and deep breaths, he was sleeping soundly. I needed a shower. I couldn't let him see me sober and a sweaty mess. I stepped out of the bed, and as I turned to pull the sheet back across him, he lay there completely naked. I glanced down and bit my lip as I remembered what pleasure he had given me only a few hours before. I don't remember his cock being so big. I snapped back to reality and pulled the sheet up. He still didn't stir.

The water cascading down my body felt magical. It felt good to get clean, even though it had felt great being dirty! I tilted my head back and let the water run through my long brown hair. I closed my eyes and relived the previous night.

But then doubt started to creep in. I thought what if he regrets this? What if he sneaks out of the flat, then never speaks to me for another 15 years? Stop overthinking, Beth, I thought. But I couldn't help it. All of this could be true. He is married, after all.

I was suddenly aware that someone was watching. I bolted round and peered through the steamy shower door. Simon was standing there.

"Good morning," he said with a smirk, and he started to walk towards the shower. "It's not only you who's allowed a good stare," he laughed.

"Wha...what do you mean?" I asked confusedly.

"Earlier...in bed, when you pulled back the sheet. I wasn't sleeping."

"Oh..." I blushed.

He opened the shower door.

"Mind if I...?" he asked, but didn't wait for an answer. He simply stepped in and closed the door behind him.

He leaned over to kiss me, the water spilling over our faces. He pressed his tongue in between my lips and began to explore the now familiar territory.

My skin came to life once more as his hands brushed over me, from my chin, over my shoulder, down my arm, before coming to rest on my hip. I could feel the hairs on my flesh rising to meet his touch, longing to feel him once more.




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I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I could smell him. A mixture of yesterday's aftershave, sweat and the musky scent of sex.

"Let me wash you," he whispered. "Turn around."

As I turned he reached over my shoulder for the shower gel. He rubbed it in his hands and slowly worked the suds into my shoulders and over the back of my neck. His hands came to my breasts, and my nipples instantly elongated at his touch. I could feel him smile as he rested his face against my cheek.

He deliberately slowed down, massaging the bubbles into my breasts. Pulling at my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, he twisted them, tweaked them. Pleasure was pulsing through every pore in my body. I arched my back and pushed my behind into him. His erection pressed into me.

He continued to work one hand down my body. Sweeping over my stomach, over my pubic bone. I rocked my hips, encouraging him to touch me.

"Now...I think this will need a good wash," he groaned. "I remember we got very dirty last night."

He sank one finger into my waiting cunt. My body moulded to him. Gently he circled it around, making my pussy ache for more. As if he were psychic, he pushed another finger in, and then a third. My body was screaming internally. I bucked my hips against his fingers and my breathing became staggered. Every time my hips bucked back, my ass pushed against his cock. I could hear in his breathing that he was becoming turned on.

He kissed my neck as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. He placed a foot in between mine and cautiously moved my feet apart. He gave me a nudge forward and I propped myself against the wall. The coolness of the tiles against my naked breasts momentarily took my breath away.

He lifted my left leg and hooked it over his thigh. I could feel the tip of his dick pushing against my soaking hole. My body craved him. I pushed my hips down, taking him inside me.

"Oh Beth," he gasped as he slammed the rest of his perfect cock inside me, making me gulp.

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me down again and again, pounding me deep. The angle was perfect, hitting my G-spot every time.

I stretched my arms out above my head and placed my hands on the wall for balance and to help me push my hips into him. He placed his hands over the top of mine, pinning me to the wall.

He continued to thrust hard into me and I bucked my hips to meet him. For me it was sensory overload -- the cold from the tiles, the steam from the shower, the hot water running over us, the slight pain from him pressing hard on to my hands, the sound of his tapered breaths and low grunting, and the sensations of him fucking me. I was about to explode.

"Touch me," I gasped, arching my back and pushing my pelvis slightly forward.

He took the hint, and he wasted no time in placing two fingers over my clit. I moaned loudly. He kissed my neck, fucked me hard and toyed with my clit. 

He let go of my other hand and placed it back on my hip, taking back control, pounding me. I pushed my behind into him and bent over at the waist. He kept one hand on my hip and the other grabbed my hair. He coiled it around his wrist and pulled hard, hard enough that it hurt, yet felt divine.

"God you're amazing, Beth," he groaned between gritted teeth.

And with those words my body combusted around him. My body shuddered and shook as I tried to catch my breath. I had never come this hard before. I felt dizzy and thought I went blind for a millisecond.

"That's it...yeah...uh...fuuuuu...," he shouted as he once again came deep inside me.

He carried on driving his cock into me, unleashing more of his cum with each thrust. His body suddenly stiffened and I could feel him pulsating inside me. He slumped over my back, breathless and completely spent.

My whole body tingled. I had never really had a quickie before, and certainly not in the shower. He peeled himself from me and withdrew. I gasped and suddenly felt empty. He turned the shower off and turned me around.

He gave me a long, hard kiss on the lips. No tongue this time. Just a passionate, prolonged kiss.

"Come on...let's get you dry," he whispered.

"Quite hard with you around," I laughed.

He looked at me, laughed, and slapped my arse as I stepped out the shower.

"Cheeky!" he giggled.

He passed me a towel and I wrapped it around myself, suddenly feeling shy. I walked through to the bedroom, and he sat down next to me.

"I meant it when I said I was leaving her. I'm going to tell her tonight."

I didn't say anything. What was I supposed to say in this situation? I had just been fucked, twice, by someone else's husband.

He sensed my unease and leaned across to kiss me. I couldn't get enough of this man. Just kissing him did things to me. I could feel he felt the same, as he pressed his lips hard on mine, his breathing deep, and his tongue greedy.

I placed my hand on his thigh, slowly trailing my fingers up. I pulled at the towel wrapped around his waist and it fell open. His cock was once again hard and waiting. I slid off the bed and knelt between his knees. He never took his eyes off me.

I clasped him in my hand and wrapped my fingers around him. He sunk to his elbows and tipped his head back, closing his eyes. Slowly and coquettishly, I traced my lips up his thigh. I flattened my tongue and slid it under, pressing his perineum firmly. I continued to move my hand up and down his shaft, whilst trailing my tongue under his balls, lightly kissing and sucking them before dragging my tongue up his entire length. I glanced up to see him watching me. I loved having him under my complete control.

I pulled back his foreskin and skated my tongue around the tip. He tasted so good. I swirled my tongue around and flattened it out, licking the slight V shape on the underside. I pulled my lips over my teeth and slipped his cock into my mouth. I kept pushing him further in, until he slid down my throat a little. A groan of pleasure manifested itself, deep in his chest.

I swirled my tongue around, tasting him, teasing him, enjoying him. My hand pulled at him, feeling him pulse. He pushed himself off the bed and stood up, dragging his fingers through my hair, grabbing a handful in each hand.

Slowly he began to thrust his hips, fucking my mouth. I still controlled him with my hand but I let him push himself further into my mouth. His breathing was quick and terse. Sporadic moans and gasps leaked from his lips. Hearing how much he was enjoying me was turning me on so much.

I began to speed up, hungrily pulling him into my mouth.

"I want your cum in my mouth Simon," I said, perhaps sounding quite demanding.

"Fucking hell Beth!" he gasped.

He rocked his hips faster, pushing his entire length past my lips. I could feel him pressing at the back of my throat. I was desperate to taste his cum. I pumped my hand faster and probed my tongue over his cock, investigating every inch.

His groaning grew louder, encouraging me to speed up even more. He gripped my hair hard, and I felt his balls tighten. With one final thrust he pushed his cock hard into my mouth. His back arched and his legs stiffened as he cried out. He emptied his cum into my mouth, gliding over my tongue and down my throat.

I took him from my mouth and licked the tip, licking up every drop. I looked up to see he had been watching every second of me devouring him. I held his gaze and licked my lips.

"You've no idea what you to do me Beth."

He helped me to my feet and kissed me breathlessly.

We were disturbed by his phone beeping. He walked over to check.

"I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to go. She's looking for me."

I sat on the bed and watched him get dressed. I knew he was going to have to leave, but that point seemed to have come around far too soon.

"I'll call you, okay?" he asked in a whisper. I just smirked. "Honestly Beth, I will." And then he was gone.

***

I woke up with a start. Then I heard it again. It was the doorbell. I glanced at my clock. It was 430 pm. Had I been sleeping all this time? I grabbed my dressing gown and stumbled down the hall. I opened the door and he was standing there. Simon was back.

"Hi," he whispered. "I've done it. I've left her."



Friends Reunited: A Sexcapade



I remembered James O'Malley well. My 13 year old self had fallen hard for him, although I knew he didn't want to know. Now scanning Friends Re-united, my heart was beating a mile a minute. The J. O'Malley here - could he be my James? I called up his profile and there was no mistaking it. There were the clock-spring lashes that framed his soft blue eyes. There were the wavy curls, cropped short now, with the strong arms that had once embraced me on the final day of school. And the legs... I wanted to caress them, kissing his full, shapely lips. There was an e-mail address at the bottom of the screen. Dare I? Even just for old times sake?

Oh, yeah. I wrote the standard shit in the email, the whole, 'long time no see', and the 'can we meet up?' It was a short one, and one he would probably ignore. Two days later, he replied. He had invited me over on the Saturday, to his house in the rich part of town. He had obviously done well for himself. From what I could remember, he had done some parts in made-for-TV movies, but he must have done more that I didn't know about. 

Outside the house, I drew a deep breath and rang the doorbell. He greeted me with a warm embrace in strong, protective arms. It occurred to me then that I had used James, my first love, as a benchmark for all my past boyfriends. Facing him once again, I could see why. He had blossomed into a lean, rugged, heartbreaker of a man, and had grown to stand at 6 feet tall, towering above my 5' 5" stature.

"Oh James, it's so good to see you!", I exclaimed, taking it all in.

"You too, Hugs. You too," he smiled. I smiled back. Hugs was my nickname at school, due to my sympathetic, shoulder-to-cry-on nature. "Come through to the kitchen. Celebratory drink?" he asked.

"But of course. You should of said, I'd have brought some wine." I answered.

"Ah no, I'm far too unsophisticated to be drinking wine. White, red or rosé?" he grinned.

"Rosé for me, please," I said. "So, how have you been? I've seen you on the telly..."

"I've done well for myself, I guess," he said, indicating the house around him. "And you?" 

"Me too. I'm happy, I'm happy." I sighed.

"Good. That's what matters. You know, I wasn't until I broke up with my ex. We were married, for a time, until I discovered her drug habit." he said bitterly.

"Fucking hell James!" I exclaimed. "Divorced at twenty-three! Now that's the way for an actor to live!"

He smiled. "Yeah... Come through to the lounge. We can do the mandatory reminiscing there." I followed him. God, he had a great ass. I wanted to caress it, kiss, rim it, fuck it with my tongue... "To life!" he laughed, interrupting my erotic day-dream.

"To life!" I echoed. "And all it entails!" We clinked glasses. "So, have you seen anyone from Westwater?" I asked him. Westwater was the name of our old high school.

"No, thank God. The girls all got pregnant at sixteen, and the boys all legged. So much for life, I guess. Have you?"

"No. I moved, a while back. I'm living in Wales now."

"Aw, I'm touched, Charlie! You drove to Shrewsbury to see me?"

"I live on the border, dumbass! But yes, I came to see you."

"Like I said, touched." We carried on the conversation like this until, several glasses later, we came to the inevitable topic of old flames. "You know, Charlie, I don't think I ever got over you. I still think about you, lots."

"No way! I feel exactly the same!" I said.

"Really?" said James softly, pulling me close, on to his lap. He kissed my neck gently. I turned round to look him in the eye, and saw nothing but burning passion there, in those soft blue eyes. I felt a vague pride in knowing that I had created this lust, the flaming desire there at that moment. He kissed me again, hard on my mouth, and underneath my pussy I could feel his cock hardening. I started to kiss back, running my fingers up and down his sides and across his chest. I pulled his T-shirt off over his head and kissed his nipples. All the time his cock was getting harder as he moaned and arched his back. His hands, which had been rubbing my back when I was licking him all over his front, now pushed me back on to the sofa while he straddled me. James undid my blouse, button by button and slid it off my shoulders. Next, he pulled off my bra, snapping the strings as he did, and moved down to my jeans. He eased them down over my thighs. 

"Really." I answered. "Now, are you going to take those jeans off, or am I?" I said coyly. I wriggled out from underneath him and kneeled in front of him. With trembling hands I undid his trousers and slid down his boxers. A large 9 inch cock sprang out, dripping with pre-cum. I began to lick the head, but stopped when I heard him gasp.

"What is it?" I asked him worriedly.

"Nothing! It's just – it's just I've never had a blowjob before." I smiled. This was going to be interesting. Taking his balls in my hand, I gently squeezed rhythmically and tongued the head. I put the other hand between his legs, fingering the area between the asshole and the balls. Then when his hips started to buck, I took in more and more of his shaft. This was fucking unbelievable! I was giving my old school friend head! But not for long – just when I was deep-throating him, he cummed hard and fast in my mouth, the hot, sweet jizz streaming down my throat. It was a massive load, but one I enjoyed swallowing. Very much enjoyed.

"Come here," James said, indicating the sofa. I sat down next to him, and started to tease his cock back to an erection. I played with his foreskin, stroked his shaft, massaged his balls and pinched his nipples at the same time. As he started to get hot and hard, I stopped. 

"I want you to eat my cunt, James, tongue it, suck my clit." I whispered in his ear. James said nothing, just let me carry on giving him a handjob. I could feel the precum on my hand, and put my fingers in his mouth so he could taste his juices. He licked them off, sucking my hand frantically. Then, he lay down on the sofa so I could straddle his face. As his tongue flicked my clit, I arched my back and moaned in pleasure. He fingered it and drove his tongue in deeper, lapping up the juices that flowed from my pussy.

When I had totally dried up, he picked me up and placed me on his lap again. Straddling him, I started to rub his taut, smooth muscles, and positioned my cunt above his cock. Suddenly I slammed down my pussy onto his dick. The pleasure rocketed through my body as I bounced up and down on his shaft. James moaned with delight. Again, somewhere a vague sense of pride welled up in the back of my mind, but all I was focusing on was the pleasure this sexcapade was giving me.

We carried on fucking like this for over an hour, his prick getting hard again as soon as he was spent. Orgasm after orgasm tore through my body. He cummed in my cunt time after time until we were physically exhausted, at which point he wrapped me in his arms again and carried me off to his bedroom, and slept until the dawn. 



Friends Reunited



FORCING OUR TONGUES INTO EACH OTHERS MOUTHS, OUR LIPS SMASHED AGAINST OUR TEETH BUT NOT WANTING TO STOP, OUR HOT BREATHS GOING INTO EACH OTHERS MOUTHS, FORCING EACH OTHER TO BREATH. THE ONLY THING STIFLING OUR SCREAMS AS WE CONTINUE TO FUCK EACH OTHER HARD, KISS EACH OTHER HARD AND SCREAMING INTO EACH OTHERS MOUTHS. NOT WANTING IT TO STOP BUT KNOWING IT IS ALMOST FINISHED.

"AAAAHHH...HHHMMMMMM...MMMMMMM..." WE SCREAM INTO EACH OTHER.

THEN I FELT IT; JUST AS SHE MUST HAVE. MY COCK GOT JUST A LITTLE HOTTER, THE MUSCLES IN MY LEGS AND STOMCH START TO TIGHTEN, GETTING HARDER AND HARDER TO MOVE; AND YET I HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY, BUT I KNOW IT WON'T LAST LONG.

I FEEL MY COCK AS IT STARTS TO MOISTEN ITSELF FROM THE INSIDE; I FEEL MY BALLS START TO TIGHTEN IN THAT SPLIT SECOND BEFORE, BEFORE, HERE IT COMES; MY HOT WHITE FLASH OF LOVE JUICE IS PRIMED AND READY.

IT MAKES IT WAY INTO MY COCK, SWELLING ALL OF IT, FROM MY SHAFT TO MY COCK TIP. SUDDENLY, LIKE A SHOT, I SCREAM

"AAAAHHHHHH...HHMMMMMMMM"

AND SUDDENLY ALL OF MY CUM SHOOTS OUT OF MY COCK, INTO HER WAITING PUSSY, READY TO ACCEPT IT ALL. AS I SHOOT AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN, FILLING HER PUSSY.

WE PUMP HARDER AND HARDER, UNTIL NEITHER OF US HAS ANYTHING ELSE LEFT.

SLOWING DOWN, SLOWER AND SLOWER. THE COMBINATION OF OUR CUM MERGING TOGETHER, MAKING MY COCK SO SLICK INSIDE HER PUSSY. Slowing again, slower, slower, feeling our cum in her pussy and slowly starting to slide down my shaft and getting entangled in our mounds of hair.

We finally stop. She rests her head on my shoulder, our breathing still heavy, but slowing.

The sweat from our bodies, co-existing in the night air, we lay there, holding each other, tighter, tighter.

Never wanting to let go for fear that the morning will come and they will both have to go back to their lives, apart from each other, apart from what they know they want and need.

So for now, at this moment, No one, nothing else exists.

As long as they stay where they are, in this hotel bed, lying naked with each other, nothing else matters, except their Love.

But where will it lead...TIME WILL ONLY TELL!