0 comments/ 16354 views/ 2 favorites He & She By: Whirling Dervish This part one of a fantasy sequence that my lover and I wrote. She is older, we'll say 40+, and I am in my mid 30's. We met online in a chat room and have actually been together once - for four glorious, sex-filled, passionate days and nights. This was written before we met and before we knew the level of passion that resided in each of us. We thought it was worthy enough and erotic enough to share with others. Here it is and enjoy. Please send comments to the link above. If comments are positive, we may consider sharing some of our chats with you. * * * * * He - I dreamt about you last night. Must have been the notion you planted in my mind. I was in your house. I instinctively found your bedroom. I pushed the door open. It was dark at first, then my eyes adjusted to the light coming from your window. I looked at your bed. You were lying there, naked, spread-eagle on your stomach. I crept closer to your bed; suddenly I am naked too. I carefully crawl on your bed, listening to your breathing and smelling your wonderful sex aroma. I lay on top of your butt and place my stiff cock in your pussy. You move then lay still. Not sure if I woke you. I gently pull on your hips to bring you slightly on your knees. I reach one hand around and start playing with that bulbous clit of yours, feeling your juices just below my finger. I start to pump slowly, in and out of your wanting, fire hot pussy. I hear you breathing harder, moaning slightly. I take my other hand and start playing with your right nipple. You shudder at my manipulations. I begin pumping a bit faster and deeper. You match my thrusts by grinding on my steel-hard dick. I hear you breathing harder and softly moaning my name, yet, somehow, you are still asleep. Are you dreaming? No, my lover, I am fucking you while you sleep and you are enjoying every erotic minute of it. I manage to place one finger at the entrance of your love canal and use my thumb to stimulate your hardening clit while rolling your erect nipple between my finger and thumb while pounding you from behind. Your breathing gets harder and moaning gets louder, forcing me to fuck your hot cunt with my throbbing and wanting prick. I feel your cunt muscles grabbing, clinging, and massaging my hard cock as I fuck you. You start to convulse. You start cumming in your sleep. Your cunt is milking my cock so hard and hot I cum with you. We explode toward each other in one loud groan of pleasure and lust. Still rubbing your clit and nipple - fucking your juicy, cumming pussy while you fuck me back. God it is so wonderful - beyond words. I collapse onto you, as you lay sleeping. I kiss your back moving up to your neck and around to your ear while still impaled in your pussy. I lay next to you while inside you, still hard and horny, yet drained. I lay my head down to rest, holding you in my arms. She - I'm still moaning softly, almost like a kitten purring, so overcome by the explosive climax that rocked me to the core of my being. I feel your heart pounding against my back, your hand still cupping my breast, your cock buried deep inside me as your breathing slows down. I smile thinking about how much we enjoy each other's bodies and pleasuring each other. The feel of your cock still hard and pulsing in my cunt excites me so much I start milking your cock while you rest. You stir ever so slightly feeling my cunt muscles clenching you. You instinctively tighten your grip on my breast...twirling the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. I turn my head and gaze at you. I kiss your lips...gently at first...until the raging hunger over takes us and our tongues entwine and explore...sucking and kissing...devouring each other! I kiss your lips, your neck...giving you little love bites on your ear lobes. I whisper in your ear..."You're so sexy... I want you...fuck me lover...fuck me into a coma!!" You raise up on your knees, place your hands on my hips and pull me up against you driving your rock hard cock deep inside me. I tremble and moan as the ecstasy of your prick pounding inside me filling my tight cunt again and again sends me reeling over the edge...I clench you each time I feel you pulling back...never wanting to let you go. You sense that I am going to cum... you pull out so just the tip is teasing the entrance of my hot aching pussy. As I arch against you wanting, needing to feel you...you drive that magnificent tool hard deep inside me...feeling my juices explode around you soaking your cock with my nectar as I cry out your name. You hold me close as the spasms rack my body, caressing my arms, my breasts, kissing my neck, slowly easing in and out, not ready for this night of passion to be over. When you feel my pussy relax, you pull out your still hard cock and gently turn me around to face you. I lick my lips and you see that devilish glint in my eyes...you know what I want to do next... I turn you around so you can lay back on the pillows. I straddle your face and lean down to take your luscious cock in my hand. It's so hard, throbbing in my hand, covered with our juices. I stroke you up and down as I begin licking your cock, swirling my tongue up and down and around, licking and sucking... sucking you into my hot little mouth...you feel my lips and my tongue caressing and sucking in and out while my hand is pumping you. My tongue plays with you, sliding up and down searching for that special spot...that one spot that will drive you wild...making you thrust into my mouth...aching for release...fucking my mouth as I suck you in and out. I lick down your rod of steel and gently take your nuts in my mouth... first one then the other... I feel you tremble as I suck on your balls...my tongue gently teasing and taunting. I work my way back up to the tip and swirl my tongue around the head tasting the mixture of our juices. I take you in my mouth and you thrust deep! ...your cock pounding against the back of my throat...harder and harder...faster and faster...so deep...so hot...faster and faster I suck your cock as you fuck my mouth.....you give one final thrust and I feel your jism spewing down my throat...mmmmmm I drink in all of your hot seed as it spills down my throat...draining you of every last drop! He - I lay there as you are still sucking the last of my jism from my balls. I have completely expended all my cum into your body. You cuddle up to my cock, stroking and licking. I am semi-hard and sensitive as hell. I suggest we go downstairs, get a bottle of wine and lay next to the fire. You tell me you will meet me there in a few. I rush downstairs, excited for the events to unfold. I grab some wine, a corkscrew, a bucket of ice and two glasses and head for the fireplace. The fire is going but has settled down to a smolder. I pour some wine for us and lay naked and chilled on the big bear skinned rug while I await your arrival. I hear a noise and turn. You are standing in the doorway as the light of the fire dances all over your body. Then I see why it took you so long...you changed into a red and black teddy, short that comes to just above your pubic mound. I see your nipples erect and jutting over the top of the teddy as the split up the middle reveals your shapely tummy. Below that, I see panties of black with red lace. Your legs covered with black stockings that and are held up with red garters. You are wearing red spiked shoes. I let out a little moan as I take all your beauty in from head to toe. You saunter over to me, over-exaggerating your walk, swinging your nicely shaped ass I take your hand and raise up on my knees. I offer you a glass of wine. You tell me you only want to drink from my fountain. I pull you down to your knees and ravage your mouth with mine while caressing all over your body. My hands roaming where they can reach. Touching, squeezing, kneading, pulling, flicking every part of your body. I gently lay you down as we still kiss. I rise momentarily only to work on your nipples. Sucking and licking the left nipple while pinching the right one as your tits remain encased in your teddy. You gyrate underneath me as I start sucking on your right nipple; pinching and pulling on your left nipple. I move my leg to between your legs and begin dry humping you with my knee. I become fully erect and start throbbing. You see my idle cock and wrap your left hand around it while I accost your femininity. Your ministrations become more urgent. Sensing this, I reluctantly relinquish your nipple from my mouth and move down to your torso. I lick and kiss and nibble on your body as I make my way to the edge of your panties. My hands cannot release their hold from you. I start nibbling and kissing your panties. Working my way down I realize that there are pubes sticking from the center of your panties. OH MY GOD - CROTCHLESS!! You have thought of everything! I settle between your legs, my hot breath caressing your pussy hair. Making it sway as I breathe in and out. I nestle between the crease of your panties and begin to lick from the bottom of your cunt to the top. Licking and biting and sucking your lips. Up and down...side to side...in circles...every direction I can think of. I feel my nose bumping your clit. I take my right hand and begin to play with it. I use my left hand to keep your labia open from underneath and sneak a finger into your wanting volcano of love. I lick and suck and nibble and flick and finger fuck you as your pelvis thrusts toward me. Wanting me to devour you with my mouth, I move up just a bit so I can suck on your clit. I put another finger in your pussy and begin stroking harder and more urgently. I take my right hand and start tweaking your left nipple. Sucking and licking and nibbling your clit as I finger-fuck your hot twat and pinching your nipple. Your breathing is very ragged and needful. You begin moaning and thrusting into my face telling me to fuck you with my tongue and finger. You grab me by the back of my head keeping my face mashed into your pussy. Wanting me to devour you alive. I fulfill your wish and start faster and harder and deeper. Sucking and licking and pinching and finger-fucking and sucking. You are out of control. Your body starts to spasm as you start cumming on my face. My face jammed into your hot slit. Not wanting to give up this pleasure until you cum on my face. You start screaming that you are cumming. You shake violently. I hold on somehow and keep licking and sucking your enlarged clit and fucking you furiously with my fingers. You cum all over my face with an unknown force. Bucking and moaning and groaning and screaming as you cum. Licking and sucking all your juices. Feeding on your love and swallowing your nectar. You start to settle a bit and I slow to allow you to rest for a few minutes! You notice my reluctance and tell me to mount you NOW!! With an urgency I have never felt before, I manage to place my throbbing manhood at the entrance to your loving, wet cunt in no time. I begin to speak, but you say "FUCK ME NOW". I place my cock at the entrance of your luscious cunt and pause. Then in one thrust, I jam my pulsating prick deep into your womb, hitting your pelvic bone. You scream and tell me how wonderful that felt. Out of carnal lust, I begin fucking you hard and fast and deep. Fucking you as you still wear your clothing. Feeling your panty-hosed legs wrap around my waist, pulling me into your fiery pussy. Pumping hard and fast. You slip a finger between us and play with your clit. I take your right nipple in my mouth and begin sucking as if my life depended on it. So much moaning and groaning and the sound of our fucking echoing throughout the room. Feeling your body under me as I pound you into the bear skin rug by the firelight. You start bucking and tell me you are going to cum again. I keep pounding into you without reserve. I tell you to cum on my hot pulsing cock and I will cum with you. In one gigantic thrust we cum together. I feel our love juices flowing and mixing in your womb. I keep spurting into you and feel some of our love seep out of you back onto my balls as I smear your panties with our love. You take your hand from your clit and I relinquish your nipple. I lean a bit and inhale your tongue into my mouth as I stroke slowly into you, draining every last bit of cum from my balls. We collapse into each other's arms and sleep on the rug by the fire. Totally exhausted from our recent sexcapades. I wake sometime later as I feel you stirring in my arms. I realize we are spooning and my cock is poking you in your rear. I kiss you gently on the back of your neck. You squeeze your butt cheeks together around my cock. There is a trace of light coming through the window and the fire is but a glow, now. I reach for the wine and glasses, still cool from earlier. I pour two glasses and hand one to you. We lay sipping our wine and fondling each other as we watch the sun rise together. We reminisce about the events from last night and begin fondling each other more urgently, not knowing if it is the talk or the wine causing our increased actions. With the sun peeking over the distance and our wine glasses empty, I suggest we go take a long hot shower. I stand up and help you to your feet, admiring how well that teddy looks and fits your glorious body. I have you walk in front of me as I snuggle up to your back and feel my cock bouncing against your still pantied covered ass cheeks. We arrive at the bathroom. It is still dark but with enough light shining in to be able to see each other's body. I help you remove your crotchless panties. I kneel before you, grab the top of the panties and pull them slowly down your shapely legs then off your feet. I undo the snaps to the stockings and gingerly roll them off your legs one at a time - kissing my way down your legs. I do the same with the other leg, kissing and licking on my way down. I then relieve you of your garter belt, getting a quick stroke of your pubes as I do. Once off, I stand, facing you. You turn around and I begin unbuttoning your boustierre. Delicately kissing and nibbling the back of your neck as my work progresses. I undo the last button then spin you around. I gently take off the boustierre and watch as your tits fall free. I lean to your left tit and lightly kiss the nipple then move to your right nipple and do the same. We move toward the shower, a large shower with a multi-spray shower head. You turn on the water, adjust the temperature and we enter the hot, soothing sensation of the shower. We embrace each other as the water splashes on and off our bodies. We kiss deeply, holding each other tightly. My cock is throbbing against your tummy and your nipples are jabbing into my chest as our hands roam freely over each other's body. We release our embrace and you turn to the stream of water. I take you in my arms and begin rinsing your body off, first from your neck and slowly down to your perky tits, over your tummy to your crotch, then further down your legs as I kneel behind you. I raise up again and turn you around. We embrace again, kissing and fondling each other, our hands becoming a blur on one another. I release you and kneel before you again. I take your hips in my hands, lean into your beautifully wet and inviting pussy and begin sucking and licking your velvety cunt. You spread your! legs a bit and I take advantage of the better access to your dripping wet pussy. I sit on the floor, now, as you lower your torso a bit to my mouth - hot water beating on your back and down your ass and onto my body. I begin nursing at your cunt, wanting to suck the juices from your womanhood. You begin thrusting your pelvis and rubbing your tits and those especially sensitive nipples while moaning as I clean your pussy of all impurities - sucking and licking and drawing your clit and cunt lips into my mouth. Your moaning is getting louder and your hips begin to thrust a little more. I look up at you over your pussy mound, your face contorting as I suck and nurse from your delicious cunt. I hear you breathing harder, groaning and moaning louder as I eat your pussy. I lean back just a bit and take your hands in mine. I guide you to my face as I lay on the floor of the shower and you sit on my face. You sit on your legs while straddling my face. I feel the water splashing our bodies, stray streams beating on my erect and pulsing cock. I start licking and sucking your wet cunt more urgently now, knowing you are close to cumming and spreading your sweet pussy nectar over my face. I nibble your clit, my hands moving to your erect nipple, massaging and squeezing your tits. Your grinding becomes more incessant and urgent, breathing harder and moaning my name, telling me to eat your silky, hot pussy. Faster and faster, I move my tongue, up and down your slit, sucking your clit, tweaking your nipples as you grind on my face. You scream you are cumming. I grab your ass and impale my tongue into your pussy, sucking and licking the steamy froth of orgasmic juices coming from your cunt. I swallow heartily as you cum in my mouth and on my face, the heat warming and soothing to my skin. Your gyrations start subsiding as I drain the last of your female cum from your steaming love hole. I look over your pubic hair, past your pointy nipples and into your sultry, deep blue eyes. A look of satisfaction in your eye and an evil grin developing on your mouth. You raise up, move down my body and place your cunt at the tip of my jutting cock. You tell me you are going to fuck me now then slam your pussy down hard onto my cock, impaling your soaking pussy on my stiff prick. You pump fast and hard and without abandon. I take your face in my hands and guide it to mine. We kiss with great, passion unknown to most lovers. I suck on your tongue as you suck on mine, tasting your juices in my mouth while fucking me under the splashing spray of the water. I move a hand to your clit and begin stroking and coaxing another orgasm from you. Your pelvis is digging into mine as you take all my stiff cock into your horny hot cunt. I tell you that you are so wonderful, sexy, erotic and I am about to cum in your pounding pussy. You tell me you are going to cum too and for me to keep rubbing your over-sensitive clit. We fuck like we invented fucking, hard and deep and fast. I take your right nipple in my mouth and suck on it hard. As if we were dynamite, we explode on and in each other with full force. My cum ricocheting off your pussy walls and your cum washing it back out and onto my cock and balls as the water washes our love from each other. We slow a bit as I start shrinking in your cunt. Your vaginal muscles grabbing onto my prick, keeping it inside you for as long as possible. You lean down and we kiss, long and deep, the water covering our bodies and washing all impurities away. We lay kissing and holding each other for several minutes. We reluctantly agree to get up and clean our bodies in preparation for our next tryst. She - You help me stand up, never releasing our hold on each other...still kissing and caressing each others slick bodies. I reach for the body sponge and the strawberry shower gel...pouring some of the gel on the sponge and lathering it up. I start washing you, first your chest, rubbing the bubbles all over your rippling chest muscles. My right hand washing and my left hand rubbing in the lather and stroking your skin feeling the slickness of your skin against my hand. My right hand moves lower down over your tummy, to your right hip, down your right leg and back up your left leg. I turn you around and scrub your back and your cute, tight tush, my left hand reaching around and stroking your nipples as I stand on my tiptoes and kiss your neck and your ears. I turn you around again and ask you to spread your legs so I can clean your magnificent manhood. I gently begin to wash your cock and your balls. He & She She leaned against the window frame peeking through the edges of the bamboo shade. Smiling, She closed her eyes as a rush of warmth and wetness suddenly pulsated down Her vagina. He always did that to Her. It was just the mere sight of Him. Especially in those well-worn jeans and white tank, He caused an overflow of emotions and irreconcilable lusts. Opening Her eyes again, She caught the sight of the curly hair on His muscled arms and blackened hands reaching for another handful of mulch to cover the newly planted perennials. Her blue-gray eyes went sultry and She waged war with yet another spasm of want. He was wet with sweat in the hot summer heat and thick humidity. She loved the smell of His musk, and put that with the smell of freshly cut grass and no amount of sweat could deter Her. She gave out a ragged sigh, nearly cumming in Her daydream. Then She caught sight of the clock. She had no idea how long She'd been gazing at Him, but She did know there was too much to be done to stand lost in dreams like a teenager. Trying to shake off the crescendo of sensations, She reached for Her slit and slid her small fingers through Her slippery, wet lips and over Her fully engorged clit. "Patience and endurance," She said aloud to Her Pussy, as if giving it a lick and a promise. ("A lick would have been lovely!" Her Pussy seemed to answer of its own accord.) Licking her musky fingers and shaking Her curls, She bent to the tasks at hand. The floors had to be swept and mopped, dinner had to be made, the horses needed some straw, and the stupid, but lovable, dog really needed a bath. All of this in the intense sweltering heat due to the season and, of course, today's heat-pump meltdown. That would be fixed on the morrow hopefully, but it was nearly unbearable now. And, if She was able to finish all that, She still had to unpack all the bags from the shower. Perhaps, just perhaps, He'd notice Her in the way She just noticed Him. Wistful, She tried to calculate how long it had been since He'd seemed to show any lust for Her. The Baby was due by the end of summer, and Her legs felt all that precious weight. Despite the burden, She somehow had this incredible amount of energy and resolved to get busy. In an effort to beat the heat, She stripped off Her unbuttoned cutoffs and severely over-stretched T-shirt. She chose instead a thin, white cotton shift with simple spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline edged with delicate lacy embroidery. An embroidered seam around the bodice helped to cradle Her sensitive breasts and pressed the bejeweled nipples against the fabric. (Somehow, the sparkling rings didn't look so exotic and erotic at the moment. She pursed her lips, "They used to look soo sexy....") The shift was intended to be worn with a jumper (and by a not-so-pregnant model), but that wasn't going to happen today. "Forget the panties and fuck that size-too-small bra too!" She wrinkled her nose as She tugged to stretch the garment over Her swollen belly. Taking stock in the mirror, She noted Her belly caused the front hem to barely graze the tops of Her thighs, but then, She reasoned that Her ass was covered, so it would do for housework. She then piled all Her gilded curls atop her head, save a few escapees, grabbed a cold bottle of water, and got started with the chores. It was well over an hour later when She was finally satisfied with the state of the floors and the savory aroma of Swiss steak was steaming from the croc pot. She was glittering with perspiration, and some of the unruly curls had come free and were dripping with cooling sweat or stuck to the nape of Her neck or brow. She wiped her forehead and moved back to the window. He had finished the backyard mowing during the elapsed time and was now shirtless, working on some mower malfunction. "Thank God for Him!" She thought. And She so desired Him! His ass was a perfect form under His grass-stained jeans, and She knew there wasn't a thing between jeans and cock. Her cock. For a moment, She saw Herself leading him down into the grass by the disassembled mower and pulling His cock free so She could fully appreciate it with wet licks and slow, deep sucking till it was full and throbbing. Her nipples ached at the thought, and her Pussy felt as though it cried tears for Him. "God, is there no end to this?! I am absolutely consumed with thoughts of sex! I need you Baby; can't you sense it?" She had never been so on fire with ardor, and never had She felt so kinky. She wanted to watch porno flicks and dreamed of kissing and touching other women. But most of all, She fantasized about her Man. What was going on? What a cruel trick of nature to make a woman want so badly when she was desired so little. Once again, She turned away. Wearily, she pulled on Her boots and walked into the heat of backyard to finish up the work still before Her. As She walked toward the barn, She waved at Tom, the next-door neighbor. He had just cranked up his mower and was making an unwelcome racket. She pulled the big galvanized tub out of the barn and set about unwinding the garden hose on the nearby wall. She turned the spigot handle, which leaked. Cold water sprayed Her face and chest like mist from a mountain waterfall. At first She shrieked in irritation, but then felt an instant of relief from the heat and leaned into the spray. Finally, She had filled the tub with cold water and left it in the sun to warm a bit before forcing the unsuspecting Doc into it. (Doc had no love of water, even on a hot day.) Next up were the horses. A five-foot pile of straw lay by the barn entrance ready to be taken in. She wiped Her brow again starting to feel exertion, but about a half hour later the horses had clean straw in their stalls, and She was ready to wrestle with Doc. Trudging up the slope from the barn in Her cowboy boots, She was suddenly swooning from the intense heat. Seeing spinning pinpricks of light and dappling dark, the tub of sparkling, cool water seemed to be the most logical place to fall. She made it back to the tub and fell in ass first and felt the instant, icy exhilaration. She kicked her dusty brown boots off into the yard and sank chin-deep into the sloshing water. Tom's mower continued its industrial staccato to further Her dismay. She was grateful for the blocked view provided by the partial fence along the yard. It took a few moments for Her head to clear. She opened Her eyes to the bright sunlight and realized She was done for the day. The spicy aroma of the garden lilies and the last of the early summer lilacs wafted around Her. Despite all the mowing racket, She floated there in bliss. Pulling her dress out of the way, She traced the curve of her stomach over the odd brown line running from her navel to her thatch. The child kicked moving the water in gentle circles about the tub. Her dress flowed around the ample curves of her body in the rippling water. She began to fantasize about Him once again and caressed her nipples at thought. Shaking it off, She reached far out from the tub and managed to grasp the now warm bottle of water, popped the top and gulped it down. Finally, She felt recovered enough and pulled Herself up from the tub. The cotton fabric clung on every curve and in every crevice. Her large, darkened areolas and nipples showed clearly through the dripping cloth. She tossed the huge beach towel intended for Doc over the nearby pile of straw and carefully adjusted it so there was a hollow in its center. Slowly, she got on all fours and lowered Herself into the nest. Now the sun felt warm and wonderful on her skin. She reached behind Her thighs awkwardly and pulled the dress up to her waist to take full advantage of the sunshine. Lying prone, bare-bottomed, and resting her cheek on crossed arms, She was asleep in a few heartbeats. When He rounded the fence with two tall glasses of iced tea in His still dirty hands, He was completely taken aback by the sight of Her. She hadn't even heard His approach over the sound of the mower. Setting the glasses down on the patio table, He pulled His grassy tennis shoes and socks off. His dick was already so stiff it nearly unzipped his jeans. He wasted no time peeling them away from His sweaty thighs and tossed them on the grass. During all that, He never turned His gaze from Her exposed ass. Suddenly consumed by his sex drive, He sauntered up behind Her, handling His cock with firm strokes. The slap on Her ass made Her jump, but before She was even awake, His cock was deep inside Her. He worked it furiously, and She screamed out in appreciation, "Fuck yes, thank you Daddy!" "Fuck that Pussy! Give me what I need! Ooh, ye'es, yes, yes!" She could feel the wellspring inside Her let go, and Her Pussy tightened over his rock hard cock. Focusing, She pushed Her clit into the beach towel and packed hay below. The hay prickled through the towel somewhat and tantalized Her nipples as they raked across the woody tips. She fumbled out of the dress straps to expose Her tits to the action and tugged at the right nipple ring with one hand and braced herself against the haystack with the other, all the while pushing back into Him as hard as she could manage. She wanted this so bad. "Oh Baby, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Can you feel how bad my Pussy needed you?! Fuck, we missed you!" "I'm here Baby! I always want you!" He managed between thrusts. He wanted to slow down for Her, but there was no stopping at this point. He had waited far too long for this. In the recesses of His mind somewhere, a caution surfaced, "Was He putting His child in jeopardy?" "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Should I stop Baby?" He said the words but only pulled and pushed faster. He watched His slick cock meet Her warm, grabbing Pussy and was mesmerized by it as She screamed at Him. "Don't you dare stop! I--Need--You!--I--Can--Take--It! Please--Don't--Stop!" She began making childish moans with His every thrust as if moving up the slope of a roller-coaster toward the big plunge. His voice became throaty and deeper as He shared His experience with Her. "Oh my God, you are one sexy bitch! That's my Bitch!" He cried out and felt Her Pussy tightening in direct response. He felt the precious rain of Her Pussy as He slid rhythmically back and forth within Her. His rhythm became erratic, and a new light coating of sweat exuded along His spine. She was calling His name out and writhing on the hay before him, the beach towel having gone askew in the foray. He felt the sensation spinning deep in His balls and moving out. His balls pumping, He thrust his cock deep inside Her, as She milked the cum, tightening to hold Him inside Her and pressing her clit ever harder into the wadded up beach towel. It was the most beautiful orgasm She had felt in months, and She called His name loudly and screamed as She came in a flood of joy and relief, legs shaking from the exertion of it all. After their shudders ceased, He collapsed next to Her, and She rolled to face him. At that moment, They noticed the silence and immediately looked up, just catching a glimpse of Tom's grinning face ducking back around the edge of the fence. Tom called out an embarrassed apology and stuttered out his excuse, "G-g-good G-god, I heard you two over the mower and thought someone needed 911! But...Don't mind me. I didn't see much," Tom lied. "Just glad everything's okay." Tom's dick was so hard that he went straight into his kitchen to try and persuade Mildred to bend it over the table. Unabashed, They laughed as He helped Her up, and held Her hand as both stepped into the tub. He stood behind her and pulled the still wet dress up over the swell of her belly. He wrapped His arms completely around Her small form and supported her with laced fingers just above Her Pussy. He held Her like that for a long while surrounded by the heady scents of the grass and flowers. She was covered in His muddy, smudged fingerprints and small red welts from abrading the hay. Her dress was irrevocably stained with grassy green smears, and Her Pussy let His seed seep down Her inner thighs. But She had never felt so beautiful and sexy, and never had He thought Her so beautiful as at that moment. And never in the rest of that summer did They let a day go by without expressing Their desires. He and She He and She. They were as unlikely as any couple to ever become lovers. He was a big redheaded man, nearly six-five and at least two hundred twenty pounds. He was very reserved and many thought he was unfriendly but he liked people well enough. However except in the line of work he just would not speak to anyone unless spoken to first. The conversations were friendly and polite but rarely lasted sixty seconds on his end. Questions asked about him were given short answers then he asked a question in return about them. That usually ended his part of the conversation. Much to the surprise of many he really did listen. He was very handsome and the women of the company wanted him but he had not had a relationship with any of them. Some suspected he was gay but when he set out to get laid he was nearly always successful. Among the women he had sex with he had a reputation as an exceptional, long lasting lover with a bigger than average cock. He had a lot of repeat business. Somehow that information made its way to his department and he had to withstand a lot of advances. They stopped when he mentioned they would both lose their jobs. The people working for him were intensely loyal. He gave them flowers on their birthdays and dinner coupons on anniversaries. He always gave them full credit for jobs well done. Yet no one at his office thought of him was a friend, he was the boss. She was a liaison in his unit assigned to his office when his company bought hers. She was a pretty black woman, very intelligent, and terminally shy. She was about five feet tall, under one hundred pounds. She was perhaps the oldest member of his staff but looked like the youngest. She was terrified of the city; it was more than fifty times bigger than her Georgia hometown. She was embarrassed by compliments because she never felt she deserved them, just doing my job she said. She spent a lot of time blushing. At first many thought she was lesbian because she had always retreated from male company but the department's two lesbians had their advances to her rebuffed, the only single woman to ever do so. He felt sorry for her and worried what would happen to her when her job was done. The bosses had already told him she would be let go soon. She had done a great job of teaching her counterpart but would likely be laid off when she returned home. That was what she seemed to expect. She had been working for him for three months. He did hope she would stop blushing every time he spoke to her. When he had flowers brought to her desk on her birthday she blushed the entire day. When the others told her the flowers were from him and a tradition in their section she blushed whenever she saw him. At the end of the day it took her several minutes to be able to say thanks to him and ran out of his office as soon as she did. He wondered how lonely she was. Probably lonelier than he. As they were leaving the office that Friday, the last two as usual, he asked her to please follow him and he led her to a nice restaurant on the corner of their building and they sat at a corner table. "The chicken is very good here and so is the pasta but order anything you want. And stop blushing," he said with a smile. She gave him a brilliant smile and a brilliant blush then stammered that a chicken salad would be nice. He ordered that for her and a chicken sandwich for himself and chicken soup for both. Their conversation was sparse but neither found that unnerving. In fact dinner with company was very pleasant for both. When dinner was over they separated at the sidewalk with just smiles for each other. "Terminally cute, borderline gorgeous, smart" he thought then did his best to erase that from his mind. "What a handsome, gentle man" she thought and then tried to bury that thought. On Monday he found a Thank You card on his desk. It read, "It was my best birthday since I was twelve. Thanks." She had not signed it but he knew from who it was. He gave her a smile as he went past her desk. She blushed. He had never taken someone out to a birthday dinner so she became an immediate celebrity in the department. He saw the commotion and apologized to her for placing her in the middle of it. She smiled, nodded, and blushed. That workweek was hectic; a client had changed her mind on what she wanted and the sales department had made promises that could not be fulfilled. He had to explain the process to the client and cover for sales. He had spent most of the week out of his office. The sales department as usual did not acknowledge his efforts on their behalf but the company president gave him a thanks and a pat on the back. That Friday morning the sales department sent him a note that promised it would never happen again. His boss had apparently gotten on their butt. He put the note with the other five he had from them. As he rode the elevator down he thought that he would like to have company for dinner that evening. He saw her on the sidewalk in line to take a bus. He went to her and asked if she had a date that night. She giggled and said "No." "Follow me please," he said and led her to a Japanese restaurant a block away. They were led to a small booth and he ordered the fried calamari appetizer and a Japanese beer. She asked for tea. He soon noticed that she had no idea what anything on the menu was and he asked if she would like him to order for her. She closed the menu as she gave him a grateful smile. He ordered the shrimp and noodle for each of them. She loved the fried calamari and admitted it was the first time she had ever eaten them. She did leave the ones with tentacles to him. When her tea was brought her confusion led him to prepare it for her. "Have you been in a Japanese place before?" he asked. "No, in my town we don't have one that I know of. We have Italian, seafood, and Mexican restaurants. We have lots of diners and a Chinese buffet. There was an Indian restaurant but they closed." "Well, in this town we have a wide variety. Name a country and we have at least three restaurants with their cuisine. Did you like the Indian restaurant?" "I never went, I was too scared. I would have needed someone to explain things for me." Their food was served and she enjoyed it even though she though the shrimp looked funny. He told her there were hundreds different kinds of shrimp and different ones were preferred by different cultures. He also mentioned that the restaurant served sushi one of which featured a raw shrimp. She was aghast so he ordered two. He ate his shortly after it was served and as usual wrapped a piece of ginger around it. Several minutes later she cut a very small piece of hers and wrapped ginger around it too. Several minutes later she closed her eyes and put the morsel in her mouth. He managed not to laugh. Several minutes after that she bit into half of what remained. "I could not taste the shrimp or the rice, just the ginger which is good." He said, 'I am impressed you tried it. There are others with different seafood including crab and octopus; the most popular is tuna fish. I prefer the eel, it has a stronger taste." She made a face as she giggled. He poured some of his beer into her empty cup and said, "Try this." She took a small sip and wrinkled her nose. "No, I still don't like beer. Sorry." "Not a problem, more for me," he said. They had finished dinner and he had paid the bill but enjoyed the others' company for several minutes more until the feeling that they were imposing on the other began to intrude in on them. He asked her if she would like a ride home. "How far out of your way would you have to go?" "Not very. At this time of evening the busses no longer run often," he added. He was mortified with himself; he had just begged her to accept his offer. She blushed a crimson red, a difficult feat for a black girl. She had suddenly realized he wanted her company a little longer. She wanted his company a little longer too. It occurred to her they were on a date. That thought did not cross his mind until the next day. She stammered, "If you don't mind." "No, not at all," he said too quickly much to his chagrin. She lived at an extended stay hotel less than three miles away from his patio home. The park and ride lot where her car was parked was a mile away from her hotel. He parked next to her car, opened his door and walked around to her door. Her hand was on the handle when he opened it. He closed her door after she got into her car. They smiled at each other and he watched her drive away. As soon as each was in their bedroom naked both masturbated thinking of the other. After she achieved her second orgasm she went to the computer and ordered a dildo for herself. She had a vibrator but she needed something bigger, something that would allow her pussy to accept a cock. She had only fucked one guy in her life and ten years had passed since; she had not liked it at all. He had made no effort to get her to enjoy the experience and it had hurt. She fucked him again but there was never a pleasurable moment. She broke off her engagement to him. A few years later, shortly before her company began to have difficulties she stumbled into a web site called Literotica and had read some stories in the romance category. She learned from them that the problem had not been her but him. She began to look for the right guy but work worries intruded. She had already given up on romance. She masturbated again with the vibrator off. She did not have an orgasm. She wondered if his cock had a vibrate setting. She fell asleep giggling softly. By Monday morning both had decided a relationship would be a bad idea and held themselves within themselves. They smiled and worked and the week passed without problems, until they were in the elevator that Friday after work. Without consulting his brain his mouth asked her if she would like to try a real Indian restaurant. With absolutely no input from her brain she said, "Yes." At the restaurant they talked to each other like they had never talked to anyone before in their lives. They revealed more about themselves than they had done before. She learned that he had been a bookworm and had graduated cum laude in high school and college. He had tried several jobs before the one he had but kept thinking he would move back home. He was from a small town on the coast. He learned she had been a valedictorian in high school and her small college. She wore glasses because she could never manage to stick contacts onto her eyes. She was considering not returning home, her town was in deep recession. They had each been engaged once and were the one that broke it up. Neither had a significant other for years. Both loved avocados and pasta, neither liked eggs. Both loved symphonies and seventies rock. When dinner was over he drove them to an ice cream parlor and had some serious combinations of scoops. They needed to get the taste of curry out of their mouth. As he opened her car door at the park and ride she impulsively stepped in the car, turned and kissed him. She quickly sat and rove away. Each masturbated as soon as they got home, several times. On Monday they were back to reticent mode. By Wednesday she was inventing reasons to go to his office. He was inventing reasons to go to her desk. By Thursday their hands were caressing each other at every opportunity. On the elevator ride down on Friday they kissed. He followed her to the hotel then drove them to a hamburger joint by the bay that had the best burgers and onion rings in the state. They held hands as they strolled along a bayside park. The kiss they shared before they left the park told her she needed to order a bigger dildo, That Saturday they each managed to avoid calling the other. He lasted until three Sunday afternoon before he called her. "How about a drive to the coast, we can get a sea food dinner, and go for a walk on the beach. If you are not busy. If you like the beach." "When?" "Now?" "Now would be perfect." He had just stepped out of his car when she came out. They kissed before she got in. He was amazed at how beautiful she looked. It had been the first time he had seen her in anything other than a conservative dress. She wore a sailor blouse in red, white, and blue and white Bermuda shorts. She looked delicious. He noticed she was blushing, apparently he had said that last part aloud. He chose not to amend the statement. The drive was pleasant; all the traffic was on the other lanes leaving the beach. They sat in the balcony overlooking the Gulf and did not mind the slow service at all. They held hands. She amazed herself at how normal holding his hand had become. At first she thought he would get in trouble but most people smiled at them. They apparently only saw a big galoot and his cute girlfriend. It was after six and nearing dusk when they walked to the beach. They continued to hold hands for a while until she put an arm around his waist as she blushed intensely. She had wanted to do so for two weeks until it had become an "I have to" problem. He reacted as she fervently hoped; he hugged her to him and kissed her. She noted that her new bigger dildo would be about the right size. He noted that her tits were bigger than they seemed and nipples were trying to stab him. Somebody shouted near them and they noted a white Mom was trying to get her black boy to get in the car. It crossed her mind that at her home they may have all been shot. She decided that there were advantages to a big city after all. He and she held their embrace for a few moments then continued walking with an arm around each other. It was dark when they returned to his car. They kissed for a while then began the return trip. Neither said a word on the way back but both had smiles on their lips. And they held hands. He took her to her hotel and kissed at her doorway before saying good night. Neither masturbated that evening. On Monday morning he was at her hotel to give her a ride to work. They had not talked about it but she was not surprised After he parked his car in the underground garage they went into their building and stopped at a deli. He bought two coffees and two bagels. As usual they were the first two in the office. They kissed often as they had breakfast until they heard the elevator ding. Except for the morning and after work rides the next few weeks were normal at work. He took her out to dinner each Friday after work but they never ate downtown again. Saturday night and Sunday afternoon he took her to a different attraction then a restaurant then took her home. She loved the zoo and the science museum. She loved watching the major league baseball team. She loved watching the symphony. All were new experiences for her. She though that an old man with a beard was going to give them trouble at symphony hall but what he said was, "He is way too ugly for a woman like you. You need to find a bearded gentleman that can spoil you rotten." His smile told them that yes he would love to love her but that her young man seemed to be crazy about her too. They both blushed and smiled as the man walked away. "He is right. You are too pretty for a man like me," he said. "She kissed him and said, "You are the handsomest man I know" During the weeks there were many kisses and hugs and a couple times one of them would have allowed sex even at the risk of their jobs but the other kept their sanity. They did allow the occasional "accidental" tit and cock gropes. There were many such accidents. Her hand had drifted from his waist to his ass. Since his hand was often on her ass she thought it would be OK. Three weeks after their non-love affair had become established she came to his office on a Friday afternoon and asked him to please come and help her. When he got to her desk she was packing her personal items. "Have you lost your job?" he asked. She grinned at him and said, "Yes, I no longer work here." He grinned and said, "I am sorry to hear that." There were others around them so they could not say how happy they were. Both knew anyway. He helped her carry her boxes down and drove her to her hotel. He helped her pack her stuff there and after she checked out followed him to his home. They managed to put all her stuff away before they kissed. They were nude and kissing in the shower before they were aware that they were. He kneeled on the shower floor and lifted her to his shoulders and ate her pussy to an orgasm. They were barely dry when they went to bed. He urged her over him and she began to lower herself over his cock. She should have gotten the next size dildo she though as she slowly sank her pussy over his dick. She smiled when she reminded herself that she was in control. She was grateful and impressed with his patience, his gentleness. He propped himself up with his elbows and began to kiss her. He gently nibbled her nipples. He felt her sit on his groin; he was all the way in her. He sat up and hugged her to him and covered her face with kisses. He was fascinated by their difference in size; he was over a foot taller and over one hundred pounds heavier than she. She marveled at how safe she felt sitting naked on his lap with her pussy full of his cock. She rose and fell on his cock a little. A few moments later she rose higher and sank herself to him three times. He lay flat as she paused. She wondered in amazement at the pussy fluids emerging from her and lubricating the passage of his cock. She pressed her tits to his chest and gave him the best kiss she had ever given anyone. She pushed up with her arms on his chest and began a slow, gentle fuck. He caressed her tits. She was going almost all the way up and simply siding back down. On one of those she groaned and her pussy gave his cock a strong squeeze. She collapsed on his chest. She had cum. "Man, had I known how good it could be I would have tried harder to get a man. Apparently I never found the right one because I was not looking for a very large redheaded white guy. You are my second man, this was my third fuck. The first two were very disappointing, painful. This one was my best orgasm ever. How many more can you give me?" "At the pace you are on maybe three or four. I will need mine soon but we will be fucking all night so do what you need to do." "Thank you," she said as she blushed before she resumed fucking him. He lasted through four more of her cums. She had a fifth as he filled her pussy with his ejaculate. It was then that he remembered he was not wearing a condom. He waited for her to recover her breath before he asked if she was on the pill. "Oh hell. No. It never crossed my mind until now. I am sorry. With any luck I am not pregnant and we can keep fucking the weekend away." "I don't have condoms." She looked at him and said, "OK, we will get some tomorrow. Just leave your dick in me tonight." She remained draped over his body and fell asleep. He caressed her gently and kissed her often as he began to sort the rest of his life. Thirty minutes later his cock had recovered and was very erect in her pussy. She may have felt it since she was stirring awake. "Nice," she said. He kissed her and said, "It would not devastate my life if you became pregnant." "How old are you?" "Twenty-eight." "As you know I am thirty-two. I would be fifty before our daughter graduated from high school. That is too old." He kissed her lovingly, gently. "You would not be alone," he said. She gave him a brilliant smile and her most loving kiss. He had just asked her to marry him. "I would love to be with you when we are fifty," she said answering yes to his proposal. He and She They kissed as two lovers would after they had agreed to a lifetime commitment. She was gently fucking him as she sighed and said, "It's too late for me to be a mom. You would be too old to be a dad to a teenager. Lets just make love for a while and when you think you are getting close I will jump off and finish you by hand." She worked him for three more cums but had to give up when her pussy became too sore. She gave him a long slow handjob and squealed as he erupted. "I am going to love doing that for you. Anytime. But I am not positive I can get it in my mouth." "No problem and thank you. We need a shower," he said as he stood and carried her to the bathroom. After some grab and kiss moments they returned to bed. She went directly over his body and settled over it after she lined her pussy with his cock. He arranged her pillow on his shoulder so she would be comfortable and they were soon asleep. Just before they drifted off both had the same thought. "Mom is going to have a cow," and smiled. He and She The sun had not risen, but her eyes were wide open. "Should I get out of bed?" she thought. Something kept her in bed and stopped her from stirring. Next to her HE slept. HIM with his unruly, curly hair. She could forget he was there sleeping, he was so quiet. Much the opposite of herself. She flung blankets when she got too hot, was known to stir endlessly after bad dreams, and was always too cold. At all times she must have at least 4 blankets on top of her. She loved the weight of them against her. Underneath those blankets it was warm enough for her to sleep. If a blanket was missing, she would be cold and consequently, would spend the night tossing and cursing. Underneath those blankets she could comfortably sleep in one of her many old t-shirts and panties. The fact that she did not require pajamas was her favorite. It was important that she feel the softness of her blankets along her skin as she slept. "Are you awake?" he whispered. "Yes." she replied acting groggy. Next he did what she considered to be an abnormality. He pushed aside his light blue sheet and entered her heavy, warm blankets. As he entered her sleeping arrangement he gently tucked his arm underneath her and simultaneously flipped her over and closer, so that the small of her back was against his navel. "Good morning." he said softly into her ear. His mustache drove her crazy. She yearned for the way it tickled against her soft skin and teased her neck. A chill rose through her beginning in the small of her back and flowing up to the scalp of her head. As he pressed ever closer into her she sensed that this visit was not without reason. She felt his excited penis pressing through his briefs into her panties. It did not take long before the hunger thump started to pound in between her legs. Very intentionally she pressed into him harder and rocked herself against him ever so slightly while she commented on how he slept. "Fine." he said, "I slept fine." Understanding her approval of the situation they found themselves in he carefully placed his hand underneath her shirt. He moved his hand slowly up to find her breasts. He squeezed each breasts lovingly and traced her perky nipples. Playing with her breasts was more then she could handle. She dropped the air of indifference and turned to face him directly. There she laid looking at him with now both his hands upon her breasts and she trembled. Sensing her excitement and playing into his own, he took her right breast and placed it into his warm, moist mouth. He sucked gently on her and in response she sighed. "How did YOU sleep?" he asked once his mouth was free of her. Knowing her response was not necessary, but asked only to tease her, she decided to answer by pushing him on his back and making her way down to his penis. He smiled as she undressed him and took off her shirt. The panties, she already knew, had to stay on. If they came off, they would end up back on. He liked to see her in panties and she liked to please him. She didn't know if it was normal or not to like giving head, but she liked it a great deal. It made her feel sexy and in control. She liked to take her time and lick his dick from the bottom to the tip of his head. She did this for practical reasons to lubricate, but she also loved the way the pre-come dripped onto her tongue and the way his anticipation grew. She licked and gently sucked just the tip of his penis before she put him in her mouth. Once he was in her mouth she took great care to suck him and stroke him just how he liked. After she built up momentum and power, he said, "I could come right now." She smiled and sucked him one last time nice and hard before she stopped. Selfishly she did not want it to end quite yet. She wanted to start her day with an orgasm. Knowing that he wanted to come because of her excited her to no end. She was the source of his pleasure. She could make him come or she could choose not to. Of course, she always wanted to go all the way. She was a bit of a devout sex hound. She only wanted it with him, all the time. She climbed on top of him and pulled her panties to the side. She grabbed his recently sucked dick and gently rubbed the tip of his penis back and forth on her clit. She was very wet and he felt warm against her. Her clit was happily growing more and more stimulated. After a few more back and forth movements, she wanted yet more and aligned herself to be pushed into. She pushed herself down hard and quickly. They sighed together and he reached up to grab either side of her bottom. She loved being on top. The freedom of movement and the ability to stimulate her own clitoris was a sure fire way to orgasm. She felt hungry and savage. She rode him quick and hard. All the while he touched her breasts, licked her fingers, and occasionally pulled her hair. All she could do was give into her body and continue with the pattern she had set for herself. She moaned and felt herself begin to tighten. She felt a knot start in her lower abdomen and she moved a little more slowly. In response his legs tightened and he squeezed her sides, holding her in place and helping with the thrusting. "That's right, milk my dick." he said. And that served to excite her more. She sighed long and loud and continued to touch herself until she felt her knot become undone. A bright feeling crept into her through his penis and suddenly her vagina wanted to convulse. She felt herself tighten up around his dick and contract several times. "Now it's my turn." He said and flipped her over to fuck her doggy style. He pushed himself inside of her and she let out a moan. This was a much different stimulation than girl on top. Doggy style was deeper and she had to do so little work. He thrust into her hard a few times and asked her, "who is my little slut?" "I am." She said proudly. She knew that she was wrapped around his little finger, but she did not care. She was his little slut. She grew excited thinking about what it meant to be his little slut. He spanked her hard across her bottom again and again. "I'm going to come." He said. She loved hearing those words. She felt a knot form in her lower abdomen. "Yes! Please fill me up" She said desperately. He thrust once more and bit her hard on her back. As he came she milked his dick with her own orgasm. "Coffee?" He said. He and She I stood, waiting out in the rain for her to open the door. Minutes passed like hours. The world stayed in slow motion for a long time. I was soaked to the bone, and dripping wet. Everything about me screamed tiredness and sadness. When the door finally opened I walked gratefully into the house. She stood by me, holding a towel. She hands me it, and goes toward the kitchen. I know she is preparing something for me to eat, but it is unnecessary. I ate on the way home. I walk over to her, and take her hand in mine. She looks up from the counter. I speak to her, telling her that it's not important. She understands. She gets up from the counter and goes into the bedroom to get some clothes for me. I stand, waiting again for her. She brings me a clean T-shirt and a pair of long cotton pants. She gives them to me and points towards the bathroom. I go over and change into the new clothes. Coming out of the bathroom, I immediately go over to the bedroom. She is standing there, in all of her glory. She is wearing a camisole top, and a pair of cotton pants, like mine. She is bent over, looking for a book from the bottom drawer in our cabinet. I sit and take in her sexy behind for a moment, before walking over to her and grabbing her hips. She jumps, not expecting the sudden feeling. She knows it is me since no one else can get into the house. She relaxes almost immediately and stands up straight. I put my hands around her waist, and pull her close to me. She leans back into me, using me to hold her up. She puts her hands on the back of mine, and interlocks her fingers with mine. We stand in this position for a while, relishing in each others company. Eventually, I turn her around, and lean down to kiss her luscious lips. Whenever we kiss, there is always a feeling like fireworks going off all over my body. She says she feel the same thing. She leans into the kiss, and starts to reciprocate. We continue kissing for what seems like an hour, before breaking off to breathe. I pick her up and carry her over to the bed. I lay her down gently, before leaning myself over her. I start kissing her again, this time faster paced, more urgent. I start kissing down her neck, and her chest. She moans softly, before pulling my face back up into another kiss. I take my hands and place them on the small bit of stomach that is not covered by the camisole or the cotton pants, and slowly start running my hands up her stomach. I slide my hands under the camisole, and continue moving in my upward direction, pulling the camisole along with my hands. I reach the valley between her breasts, which pull the camisole tight, and move my hands faster. I pull the camisole up, and over her breasts, and she raises her arms above her blonde head. I take my chance and pull the camisole completely off of her body, and throw it in a corner of the room. I pull back, to admire her again. She has a toned and flat stomach, and small to medium sized breasts. Her arms were smooth and toned as well. Her face was cute, with freckles on her nose, and short blonde hair that went a little past her ears, before flaring outward. Her nose was small, and she had full lips. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, and they matched with the lacey bra she had on. She was wearing a light blue pair of cotton pants as well, with pink writing on the butt, saying 'princess.' Her body had a light tan, but was not overly tan. Her whole being screamed out "SEXY!" She reached up and pulled on the end of my shirt, stating that she wanted it off. I smirked at her and grabbed it, before pulling it off and throwing it in the corner to join the camisole. I put my hands back on her smooth stomach, and started to run my hands up and down, barely tickling the skin. She moaned again, and wished it would go faster. I comply with that wish and pull my hands down, and grab the blue cotton pants, and start trying the pull them down. She laughs at my antics, before lifting her hips off of the bed, and allowing me to remove the pants. I throw those in the corner as well, making a pile out of the three things there. I look back down, and sure enough she's wearing a blue lacey pair of panties, which match the bra. These panties are more like a string bikini bottom, though because they have a string tie on each side of her hips. She quickly takes advantage of me watching her and pulls down my cotton pants, as well. I am wearing only a pair of boxers now, my erection clearly showing. She smiles, and throws my pants in the corner, joining the growing pile. I start kissing her hungrily again, and she responds. She puts her hands on my chest, and it feels like fire, spreading from wherever she touches. I wrap my arms around her waist, and draw her close to me. I pull my hands up, and reach for the bra clasp on her back. I open the clasp, and pull her bra away from her breasts. I watch in fascination. I could never get enough of watching her breasts. They were perfect in every way. They weren't too big, yet not too small either. They were exactly in proportion with her body. The nipples were not overly large. I put my hand over the right breast, and start kneading slowly. She moans slightly, and arches her back, shoving the breast into my hand. I start kneading harder, and add in a pull here and there. On the left breast, my hand has taken to pulling on the nipple or tweaking it. She moans even louder, and starts to breathe heavier. I pull on both of her nipples, before letting them go. Then I lean down, and slowly run my tongue over the right nipple. I continue doing this until her breathing is heavy again, and then I switch to the other side, my hand taking over where I left off. I continue switching sides until she sounds like she's about to scream from the torture. I run my tongue down and around her breasts, before going down her stomach, into her belly button. I run my tongue around in there a few times before continuing lower. I take my tongue, and run it over the edge of the lacey blue panties, and continue going lower. Once I get to the covered slit, she is heaving in anticipation. She gasps when the feeling of the satin, mixed with my tongue, hits her spot. I reach over to her hips, and grab both of the ties, and pull them apart. I pull the panties off of her body, and smell them. I smell the juice that her body gives off, and it restarts the hunger. I pull her legs apart, fully revealing her to me. She moans again, louder. I put my head down in the opening and start licking away. Her clit is the first thing I hit, and it starts to harden. I continue licking away at her clit, until her whole pussy is completely wet. By now she is moaning away, louder and louder each time. I lick at her clit until the first orgasm hits. I watch as her whole body tightens up and releases. Then I go back to licking her clit. Within five minutes she's having another orgasm. I pull myself away from her clit, and take my first two fingers and slide them into her pussy. Her whole pussy is lubricated from the two orgasms I just gave her so there was no problem getting them in. I move my fingers in just the right way, and start touching her G-spot. Her whole body jerks when I touch it. I keep running my fingers over it until she starts to orgasm again. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, keeping them on the g-spot, and causing her to squirt out, all over me. I keep my fingers rubbing over the spot, over and over again. She has another orgasm, followed by one more, and another, and another. Her whole body is being wracked by orgasms causing her body to spasm out of control. I keep my fingers in her body and keep rubbing her G-spot and she keeps having orgasms. She has one... two... three... four... five... six. My whole body is covered by the colorless liquid that she is squirting every orgasm she has. She is moaning and screaming all the time. Her body is twitching with leftover orgasms, and she finally quiets down. I pull down my boxers, and reveal myself to her extremely tired self. I position myself at her entrance, and slide myself in, no problem. She shudders at the feeling, and her whole body starts to react again. She starts seizing up again, and her whole body becomes tight. She starts moaning again, and lifts her hips up off of the bed. I slowly slide myself all the way in, stretching her vagina. She moans again. That sets me off. I start banging myself into her at a rapid pace. I pull myself almost all of the way out, before sliding myself all the way back in. I continue doing this until I come inside of her, and after too. I keep ramming away until she comes again. Her moaning reaches new heights right before the top, and then she screams. Her screams echo around the room, and she collapses. I collapse on top of her, and we fall asleep together. He and She She waited for Him by the door that bitterly cold winter evening, dressed only in black lace–top thigh–high stockings, a black lace balcony bra two cup sizes too small for her DDs, and the robe to her black lace peignoir. She stood at the window, fidgeting as she watched for Him, caressing and squeezing her breasts, reaching down to check that her cunt was wet and hot, anxiously waiting for the moment when all the sexual tension and frustration of the last month they'd been parted would be eased by His warm, thick, stiff cock, and His skilled fingers and lips. She had been in a state of constant arousal for the past week, and no amount of masturbating or telephone sex with Him had eased the tension. She needed Him. She groomed herself carefully for this evening, bathing and dressing with all the attention to detail of a woman so tightly wound with need and lust that she feared she would shatter from the strain. She shaved her legs and outer labia, but left the thatch of coarse, springy hair at the apex of her thighs natural, and smoothed her skin with perfumed body oil, only allowing herself to masturbate (but not cum) once during her ablutions. She sat, naked except for the stockings, at her dressing table, twisting and pinching the nipples she had darkened with self–tanner as she pinned up her hair in a style that would be easily pulled down, applying only such make–up as would stand up to the activity she anticipated for the evening ahead. Reaching for a crystal perfume bottle, she carefully applied the scent behind her ears, at the hollow of her throat, across each breast just above the areola, along the top edge of her muff, behind her knees, at her wrists. Places she hoped He would explore as He satisfied her craving of Him as much as she satisfied His need and want and lust for her. Finally, she saw Him as He rounded the corner of the block, and she opened the front door to Him, the blast of frigid air of that bleak January further tightening her already–rigid nipples and cooling the flush of arousal that blushed across her face and breasts. She stood framed in the doorway, heedless that anyone else might see her, her thoughts and behavior centered only on Him. He took the last few steps up to the door two at a time and, with a last shiver from the wind that whistled around the frozen landscape, entered the house and wrapped Himself in her warm, soft, perfumed embrace. After a slow, warming, welcoming kiss she removed His woolen scarf, leather coat and gloves, and took His hand to draw Him further into the room, closer to the flames – the flicker of the candles scattered about the room, the logs burning in the fireplace, and the heat of her passion. Lacing His fingers through hers, He drew her hand up to His lips and kissed the inside of her wrist, licking gently, and then crossed her arm behind her around the small of her back, pulling her back into His embrace as He buried His free hand in the silk of her hair, disturbing the hair pins and sending them pinging to the floor. He nuzzled His chin into the soft, scented, exquisitely sensitive spot just below her ear, the bristle of His five-o'clock beard razoring across that tender flesh as He seared a trail of hot, wet kisses down her throat and across her shoulder. She shivered and moaned softly, trying to straddle His hips as they stood, her belly drawing tighter as she threaded the fingers of her free hand through His cold hair. He crowded her closer, curving His spine in order to keep as much body contact as possible while He dragged His face across her breasts, backing her up, eventually pinning her between the cold plaster of the exterior wall and the hot length of His highly charged, heavily aroused body. He teased her with His lips as He lightly brushed them back and forth across hers – feathery kisses that never fully made contact – while the fingers of His left hand stroked her cheek, her lips, her eyes, gliding across her collarbone and around her shoulder. A fingertip slid inside the edge of the cups of her over–full bra, flicking her already taut, aching nipples and then across the swell of each soft, pillowy breast, His lips trailing after His fingers, kissing and licking and nibbling everywhere His finger had touched. Another soft moan escaped from her lips, goading Him into kissing them with the intensity of a drowning man – a man drowning in the scent and feel and sight of the woman He had been without for the past month – His tongue demanding entry into her mouth, thrusting and withdrawing in a imitation of mating, claiming her and tasting her and driving up the level of desire for both of them. Breaking away from that incendiary kiss with a gasp, she took a ragged breath and pushed Him away, sliding around Him, pressing her breasts and thighs and hands against Him as she went, leading Him with a smile to the place she had prepared for them in front of the fire. The enormous sheepskin rug was there to cushion and warm the hardwood floor, providing space for them to enjoy each other, while a basket of body oils, blindfolds, cuffs, cock rings, dildoes, and clamps – anything that might appeal to Him in the pleasuring of Himself and her – also stood close at hand. Pillows and quilts were ready, and a chiller of champagne was positioned at the head of the rug along with two glasses, although she doubted she would need anything more intoxicating than the sight and sound and smell and feel of Him this night. She felt light–headed already just from His kisses and caresses; she didn't need alcohol. As they walked by the leather wing–back chair, she pressed Him into the seat, and crouched at His feet, removing His shoes and socks, and then rose to her knees to slowly unbutton His shirt, drawing the tail slowly out of His trousers, tugging a little more firmly as it tangled with His hardening cock. As she slipped the shirt off of His shoulders, He reached for her, His hands caressing her bound breasts on the way to sliding her robe off her shoulders and pushing it to the floor, where it landed with a soft Hiss. She rose, standing between His legs, her hands roaming over His chest and ribs and belly, and bent over Him to kiss the hollow of His throat and nibble along His jaw line, her lips finally covering His in a kiss laden with need and passion. He reached up and grasped and squeezed and caressed her breasts, using His fingernails to scratch at the engorged nipples through the delicate lace, each breast too large, even bound as they were, for Him to completely enclose in His grasp, and then slipped His hands around her back and released the hooks of the bra. Her breasts tumbled out of the restriction as He eased the fabric from her body, the shear weight of them as they struck His chest surprising and arousing Him as always, the darkened nipples so hard and erect they might have been locked in nipple clamps. She reached down to His belt and unhooked it, continuing on her journey to unfasten the button and zipper of His trousers, stopping to run her hands up and down the ridge that marked His erection – caressing and teasing and stroking. Finally, with a groan, He pushed her hands away and stood, removing His trousers and undershorts, revealing the glory of His cock. As He leaned down to raise her to her feet, reaching out for Him, she settled the palm of one of her hands just on the tip of His cock, capturing the droplet of precum that rested on the eye, and caressed it in small circles around the head of His shaft. His cock twitched and jerked away from her hand as though an electric shock had passed between them. Smiling His most charming and wolfish smile, He took her hand and led her to the fur rug, drawing her down to Him as He lay back against a large wedge–shaped floor pillow, His knees bent and spread with His feet flat on the floor, hungrily watching those extraordinarily heavy breasts swing and sway as she crawled up His body to kiss Him, her tits hovering over His upper torso, the sensitive nipples dragging and catching against His chest hair. And then He sighed with satisfaction as she came to rest against Him, kneeling between His thighs, groin to groin, her breasts flattened against His chest. He wrapped His arms and legs around her, stroking her back and buttocks, squeezing and caressing as He went, running His fingers along the tops of her stockings and up inside her thighs. Reaching around and between her legs to stroke her smooth labia. Sliding His fingers in and out of her hot, wet cunt. Teasing and tormenting her throbbing clit with His fingers. Kissing her until she was breathless. She pressed both hands flat against His chest and broke that demanding kiss, gasping for air and sanity, her lips swollen and red and luscious from the demands of His mouth on hers. He cupped one hand at the nape of her neck, forcing her head back down to His, parting her lips with His tongue and tracing the fullness of them, nibbling at the corners, gently sucking on her lower lip. He moved one hand between their bodies and resumed teasing her clit with His thumb while sliding two fingers in and out of her slippery cunt, His whole hand wet with her juices, as He murmured against her hair, describing to her how He had suffered without her for the past month, how He wanted to see her in the throws of a great orgasm, teasing her and begging her to cum in His hand. Listening to His words and feeling the tension build from the sensations He was arousing in her body with His fingers, she thrashed in His embrace, seeking and eventually finding the release that was only the first of many orgasms that would rock her that night, the muscles of her vagina clenching around His fingers, His thumb tracing a pattern around her clitoris as she ground her pelvis against His hand trying to get closer, tighter, harder, faster. Her fingers clutched at His shoulders, as she threw her head back in ecstasy, arching her back, thrusting her breasts out, while a low, guttural groan rose from deep in her chest - the audible sign of her pleasure. He drew His fingers out of her tight, hot, wet passage and licked them one-by-one, savoring the flavor and the fragrance that was uniquely her. She collapsed against Him, shivering with the last spasms of her orgasm, dragging in great rasping breaths, trying to steady her heart rate and her breathing, as He stroked her hair, and kissed her eyes and neck and nibbled on her earlobes, all the while murmuring in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was when she was out of control. She finally eased back onto her knees, and was reaching for the basket of sex toys when He shook His head and told her that He didn't think they needed any of those. Tonight He just wanted her. But then He noticed the chained nipple clamps He had given her for her birthday among the items. He reached into the basket and brought out the clamps and reached for her breasts. Claiming one, He gently slid the clamp around the large, erect nub and let it squeeze, pulling gently to seat the clamp against the double nipple that Nature had blessed her with. He repeated the process with her other breast, tugging and gently jerking the chain with one finger as He gathered her heavy breasts in His hands and then letting them drop, the full weight of them as they bounced and swayed dragging on the nipples and chain, watching her face as the sensations from her breasts skittered all the way to her clit and cunt. Pushing her onto her back, He slid down her body, kissing and licking as He went until He came to her muff, breathing in great breaths laden with her perfume and the perfume that was her. He positioned His head between her thighs and began to lick her labia, driving deeper with His tongue into her cunt, again imitating with His tongue the act of mating. As she writhed and shuddered against His face and tongue, her arms flung out to her sides seeking purchase in anything to grasp against the rising tide of her release, He pinned her body with His arms, licking and sucking on her clit, plunging His tongue into her cunt, lapping up the essence that was her, drinking in the intoxicating fragrance of His woman when she wanted Him. Raising His head so He could watch her face, He once again slid two fingers deep inside her, using His thumb to gently rasp against her swollen, aching, and throbbing clit, His other hand reaching up her body to tug gently on the chain connecting those exquisitely pinching clamps. It only took a couple of tugs on the chain and corresponding surges of His fingers in her passage to make her cum again in His hand, this time with greater intensity, with the spasms of her uterus and vagina expelling her cum into His hand, leaving her arching, twisting and writhing with the agony of exquisite pleasure, and then sagging back to the floor in temporary exhaustion. As she regained her composure, she pulled Him back to His former place against the floor pillow, and kneeling at His side, took His turgid cock in one soft hand and His balls in the other, gently cradling them, rolling them, teasing a groan out of Him as He dropped His head back onto the pillow, glorying in the sensation of His woman pleasuring Him. She leaned over to kiss the head of His cock, dragging her lips lower to nibble gently at the juncture of His penis and balls, then licking her way back up to the tip, wrapping her tongue around His member and licking it like a child would lick an ice cream cone. She licked and sucked Him, all the while teasing, and gently caressing His balls, pushing and stroking his anus with one finger, until she felt His balls start to rise in her hand. She let Him go, and rose up onto her hands and knees, placing her body around Him like a frame as she kissed His neck and shoulders, taking His nipples one-by-one into her mouth and licking, sucking, nibbling and teasing them until they were has hard and erect and sensitized as hers. Grabbing the pillow He had been leaning against, He sat up and pulled her across the high edge of the wedge onto her hands and knees, raising her buttocks in the air. He moved around to position Himself between her legs, nudging her knees as far apart as she could manage, spread her outer lips with His fingers and pushed the head of His cock into her with the gentle rocking motion of mating, His groin connecting with her bare buttocks with a slap, His balls swinging against her clit, His hands locked at the sides of her waist in order to pull her back onto His erection. She struggled to accept the full length and breadth of His cock, but soon her pussy snugged around His member like a soft, warm, wet glove. The steady jarring motion of their mating made her unbound breasts sway and swing wildly in all directions, her nipples dragging against the rug, the pleasurable friction and tug of the clamps becoming nearly unbearable as He increased the pace of His thrusts, forcing a whimper of desire from her. Reaching around her waist He found her clit with His fingers again and twisted and teased, and she came for the third time, driving her cunt back onto His cock with all her might, the frenzy of her release reddening her face and neck as she groaned in ecstasy and gasped for air. He grabbed her by the hair with one hand, and with the other tossed aside the pillow, then flipped her over on to her back, and settled Himself between her straddled legs, burying His face in her soft extravagant breasts, jerking off the clamp surrounding her doubled nipple in order to replace it with His mouth. Pulling, and dragging at that exquisitely sensitive body part, He took as much of her breast into His mouth as He could, teasing, and biting, sucking on her breast as if He would draw milk from her, finishing with one breast and moving on to the other, removing and replacing the nipple clamps as He moved back and forth, pleasuring first one breast and then the other over and over and over again until she begged. Begged Him to stop, begged Him to let her rest, begged Him to bring her to her release. All the while He told her how beautiful and desirable and exciting she was and how very much He wanted her. Wanted to bury His aching, twitching cock into her hot, wet snatch. Wanted to thrust into her again and again, plunging and driving in as far as their bodies would allow and then pushing just that much further to complete the joining. At last He could wait no longer, but positioned His cock at the entrance to her cunt, and drove Himself into her body in one long, smooth thrust, forcing another groan from both of their lips as her vagina struggled to accept the breadth of Him, eventually encasing and enveloping Him with her heat and wetness. He slowly withdrew until His cock was almost completely outside her body, and then drove back into her, His thrusts becoming heavier and more and more savage in proportion to His spiraling need. She wrapped her legs around His waist, tilting her pelvis up to Him to grant Him more access to her body, allowing Him to plunge deeper and harder into her wet, hot passage. He began moving in that ancient mating rhythm, their pelvises grinding against each other, their breathing becoming ragged and short, every nerve on fire with passion and desire and heat. He reached again for her clit and brushed against that throbbing, engorged nub, driving her to the hardest and most violent orgasm she had ever experienced. On and on, they came, spasm after spasm, joy upon joy, her eyes closed in rapture, her head thrown back, thrusting her breasts into His chest, her wordless groans and clutching fingers and grasping vagina driving Him over the edge and into the throes of His own orgasm. His shout of release was muffled against her breast, as He drove heavily into her again and again, each thrust pushing her across the rug with its force, His cock throbbing and jerking, pumping His cum deep into her, the spasming walls of her vagina milking Him dry and demanding more until He, at last, collapsed into her arms, spent and gasping for air, nuzzling her breasts as he released them from their clamps, rubbing His face in the softest of lover's pillows, all the while murmuring her name over and over again until they both fell asleep as they lay, joined, spent by the force and pleasure of their orgasms. A short time later, He woke enough to pull her with Him as He rolled on to His back. He reached over and drug a quilt over them to protect them from the chill of the winter evening. As He withdrew from that warm, wet heaven, her vaginal muscles clutched at Him one last time, reminding His cock of why He was there in the first place. He settled her against His chest, wrapping one of her legs across His thighs, the combination of His and her cum blending and mingling, dragging out across His thigh in a luxurious and loving moisture. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, clasping a breast in His other hand, and resting His cheek against her hair, fell asleep. Satisfied at last. He and She Kalena and Zach became best friends pretty quickly after he started working at the call center. They got to know each other pretty well during the few weeks she was training him. They didn't even really like each other at first, strangely enough. As they got to know each other they just realized they had a lot in common, personality wise. They both had sarcastic even demonic senses of humor. They laughed at the worst possible things. They could talk about any and everything...and talked they did. They just got each other. Having each other certainly made the work day go by a lot faster. Zach and Kalena are virtually inseparable. They talk about everything...literally...nothing is taboo. But strangely there isn't any attraction. They basically feel like siblings toward one another. I mean you wouldn't talk about the kinds of things they do with your brother or sister...but they were like family all the same. Even when they did talked about sex, Kalena never saw him like that. I mean although she had fleeting fantasies about him but it was never more than an "I wonder". And she didn't think Zach would ever harbor any attraction to her since she knew his type. Kalena was plumper than the women Zach usually went for. She was about a size 18 and quite beautiful. She, at only 5'3", was so short compared to his 6'2" height. She had dark brown shoulder length hair that she usually wore straight and parted in the middle. Kalena had the sexiest most infections smile and her brown almond-shaped eyes with long lashes seemed to just suck you into her soul. Her body was so curvaceous. Kalena had amazing 42DD tits. Even though she dressed rather conservatively, she couldn't hide those juicy mounds in anything she wore. Most men would shun a woman who had the amount of hips, ass, and stomach her body possessed, but her body was like lying on a mound of the softest pillows you could ever lay your head. Usually Zach and Kalena would hang out together since they both had the same days off. This afternoon was no different and she went over to Zach's place to chill out. When she arrived she immediately noticed he was unusually moody and seemed depressed. "Hey, what's the matter? You don't look too hot", she asked as she came through the door. "I'm just contemplating how fucked up my life is that's all", he said sarcastically. They moved to sit on the sofa and sat down. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Kalena said, rolling her eyes at him. She really didn't take him seriously at first, but something told her he was really hurting. Zach begins to tell her about how he really felt he would never find anyone to love him. Kalena is just taken aback by his candor. Although they are close, they usually never talk about things that are very painful to them. Kalena didn't say much...she just listened. When Zach started to tear up...she was so shocked that all she could do was mover over to him and hold him. It was the most natural thing for her to do to help try and console Zach, but still this wasn't they're usual fair. They aren't very affectionate friends like a lot of other people they knew and hung out with. This was the first time she'd ever held him this way. The most they have done was a quick hug or a playful shove. But at that moment all Kalena wanted to do was to sincerely ease his pain and try to calm him. Zach couldn't hold in his sorrow anymore and sobbed hard, pressing his face into her neck. "I'm such a fuckin pussy for doing this in front of you", he said apologetically, at the same time squeezing her tighter. "You must think I look like an idiot?" He was feeling embarrassed and scared of what she may be thinking of him. "Shhh, of course I don't, baby. I would never think something like that. Especially not now", Kalena said quietly. She cradled his head in her arms, and using a hand to stroke the back of his head and neck. This is what he needed most. It had been a long time since Zach had really been held by someone he knew loved and cared about him...even it was just as a friend. They held each other in silence for a long time...she didn't know what to say. He really didn't want to look at her, still fearing she'd think he was a sap. Zach never wanted to appear this vulnerable in front of any female, even with his best friend. But she felt so good that he didn't want to let her go. For the first time Zach began to notice how warm and soft her body felt in his arms. Zach always knew she was well stacked but never thought about how those big double D tits would feel. He instinctively nuzzled into her cleavage, hoping she wouldn't notice the way his cheek was slyly feeling her up. He inhaled the sweet scent of her floral body lotion. Perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't fucked in a while...but his cock began to grow in reaction to the sensations he was experiencing. Kalena too begins to enjoy how Zach's body felt in her arms. His hair was soft and wavy and felt like silk beneath her fingers as she stroked his head to sooth him. She thought how warm his tears felt on his cheek as she wiped them away. They had shifted their position on the sofa and sat with her back to the couch and Zach's head resting just squarely atop her ample tits. One arm cradled his head securely while the other stroked his back. Zach's arms were wrapped around her waist. She thought she felt him nestle his head deeper in to her cleavage but she figured she must be imagining things. She closed her eyes and let her hand continue to slowly travel up and down his back. His body was so firm and muscular. She breathed in the scent of his body, which she'd always loved. He smelled so manly, it was almost intoxicating sometimes. Her nipples tightened beneath her bra, and she felt a familiar tingle in her pussy. Both of them were thinking secretly that they didn't want the moment to end. Both of them letting their minds wander to the thoughts of taking things further. Both of them not daring to move for fear of losing the sweet spot they'd currently found themselves in. Ironically, while they were sharing the same thoughts, they both are wondering what the other is thinking. "Thank you for being cool about this. I really needed to feel someone's arms around me right now. I appreciate you not freaking out. But I know you'll be fucking with me about this later", Zach said. "No apologies necessary. I'd do anything for you, you know that," she said softly. "I would never kid you about something like this. I know I'm married and all but I still understand how you feel. Everyone's been lonely in their life", Kalena said reassuringly. Kalena always knew what to say to make Zach feel at ease. She was never judgmental about anything he'd confided to her. She always seemed to understand him even if he always didn't. "You're the best," Zack thought as his lips smiled slightly. Zach sat up and gave her a bigger embrace. His head planted just over her shoulder. Moving his lips her ear he whispered, "I love you". He parted his lips slightly and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. He allowed his full lips to linger on her warm skin for a few moments. Kalena felt herself quiver inside. She was certain this was not a friendly kiss, but how else could she take it. He was her best friend. She couldn't allow anything to happen. She's not even his type. She was afraid to move, afraid to say anything. She just waits. He pulled back and takes her face in his large hands. Zach looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. His eyes were still showing signs of his previous tears. "You're so beautiful", Zach said sincerely. "You're most welcome", Kalena said in a funny voice and laughed trying to hide how hot she was becoming. As he continued to look at her she started to feel a little embarrassed. Kalena did expect him to at least crack a smile at her joke, but he just looked at her. He stared at her pretty round face, her lovely brown almond shaped eyes, her full and perfectly trimmed brows, her soft golden brown skin, her perfect rounded nose, and her silky dark brown hair. Zach allowed the back of one of his hands to caress her cheek. He traced the shape of her face and Kalena tried to turn away and hide her now blushing cheeks. "No, don't hide from me. Look at me," he commanded in a low now husky voice. Kalena reluctantly stared back into his eyes. "I want to kiss you but I'm afraid it'll ruin things between us," Zach said. Kalena was stunned. She had never had a man say something so pure and honest to her. Was it a private thought or did he really mean to say that out loud? She struggled with how to respond to that. Her lip was quivering slightly. Her mind raced with thoughts and consequences if they crossed that boundary with each other. Zach too was afraid of what he'd just said to his friend. He didn't want to lose her, but he couldn't help how he felt. He needed her so much. "Please tell me you want to kiss me," Zach said nervously. Kalena couldn't speak. Her mouth opened but her words caught in her throat. She was so scared of what was happening but she wanted to feel his mouth on hers even more. She could see the need an urgent need his eyes. So she nodded...yes. Zach sighed; relieved she shared the same feelings. He rested his head on her forehead for a moment, then lowered his lips to Kalena's and kissed her for the first time. She froze for a moment not believing this was really happening. He felt her tense up and was afraid he'd made a huge mistake. But neither separated from the kiss. Kalena parted her lips for him and Zach welcomed her acceptance by slipping his warm tongue into her mouth. Kalena has fantasized so many times about what it would be like to kiss Zach's lips. They were so plump and beautiful. And just as soft as she imagined. Zach felt overwhelmed by what he was feeling for her. He pressed his lips harder and tongue deeper into her hot mouth. Sucking and nibbling on her tongue. Parting only to suck slightly on her upper and lower lips. He wanted to taste every part of her mouth as much as he could. He felt a passion stirring inside of him that he hasn't felt since...the last time he was in love. Kalena moaned into Zach's mouth, enjoying the soft pillow lips that wouldn't let her go. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in deeper just as he pressed harder into her mouth. His mouth was so hot and wet. She was on fire. His kiss was better than she ever imagined. She felt herself get wetter and wetter. Her crotch crying for his attention. She moaned deeper into his mouth as their passion grew stronger. Zach thought of how wonderful she felt inside of his mouth. He thought about why he never realized how pretty she was before. He thought of how wrong he was for kissing another man's wife...a man he met and hung out with...who'd probably kill him if he knew what he was doing. He thought about how this situation was not good for them...for their friendship. But he cared so much for her...and in that moment he just needed to show her how much. Words just wouldn't do it this time. Their kiss deepened as their excitement for each other increased. They both loved the new feelings they were experiencing with each other. They felt like virgins making out for the first time. Zach let his hands traveled down to her waist...not wanting to push things, he only allowed the back of his hand to graze the top of her very full and firm breast. Still she moaned enjoying his fleeting touch on another part of her body. He pulled her as close to him, as close as he could get her, but it wasn't close enough. He gently maneuvered her back so she could lie on the large sofa. She opened her legs and allowed Zach to settle his body on top of hers. Kalena's mind was running mad. She couldn't let this happen...but how could she resist. His mouth parted her lips then began to leave a trail of warm moist kisses to her neck. He sucked and nibbled on her warm flesh. Zach couldn't help himself anymore. He just let himself go. He grabbed one of her huge tits and kneaded it in his large hands, running his thumb over her hard nipple. His cock was rock hard and he started to grind his dick onto her mound. "Oh God!" she cried out when she felt his stiff dick grinding directly on her clit. He pushed his hips into her harder. He knew what that was doing to her. "You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that," she whispered in his ear. "I know", he growled back. He started to grind into her even harder and faster. Kalena raised her legs and thrust her hips to match his rhythm. Both of them panting and kissing wildly. He squeezed her tits with what seemed like all of his strength. "Oh yes Zach! Don't stop!" she groaned. She grabbed him and brought his body as close as she could to him. He increased his rhythm and pressed into her clit even harder. He pulled up his head to look into her face. Her eyes were shut, her teeth clenched, her voice caught in her throat. She was cumming for him. He could see in her mind that she was fighting it, trying not to, but that made him drive into her harder. She was cumming...for him. "Oh God Zach! Baby I'm cumming! Please don't stop! Ooooh fuuuuck!" she screamed. Her body trembled uncontrollably beneath him. He gave one last push onto her pussy to insure he got ever drop of her orgasm. Kalena held onto Zach as tight as she could and buried her face into his chest. In an instant she felt so overcome with many emotions. She felt guilty about what they had just done. She felt scared of what would happen with their friendship. She was exhilarated because of the incredible orgasm Zach caused her to experience. Kalena began to cry as her mind raced. She didn't know what to do. Zach felt Kalena's body wavering and then heard her sobs. "Baby, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" he asked in a panic. "No of course not", she assured him. "I'm just thinking about what just happened and I'm scared. I've just got so many mixed feelings about it. I care about you so much. You're one of the best friends I've ever had and I..." "Ssssh," he said putting a finger to her lips. "You don't have to worry about anything. I'm not trying to lose you as a friend either. I'm not trying to take you away from your husband. I just have so much inside of me right now that I need to get out," he explained. "I love you so much. And today when you were holding me, I realized just how much. Even more so I realized how beautiful you are. How incredible your body feels in my arms. How sweet you smell. And I know this is fuckin selfish, but I just want to make love to a woman I love and a woman I know, without a doubt, loves me back. You understand that don't you?" he said hoping she wouldn't reject him. "Yes, I do," was all Kalena could say. She looked at him and his eyes were so loving, so sweet. She felt flattered to know he felt this way about her. They looked into each other's eyes for a long time. Zach searching her face, hoping he would be allowed to show his love for Kalena the way he needed to. Kalena kissed him deeply giving Zach the answer he had hoped for. He returned her kiss feeling relieved and relaxed. He lifted himself off of her body and smiled down at her. He extended his had to help her off the sofa and led her to his bedroom. Zach had a huge king sized bed and Kalena had always wondered how cozy it felt. Zach wanted ever moment to be perfect with her. Once in his bedroom, he put his arms around her and lowered his head to meet her lips. He now expertly explored her mouth with his tongue. Kalena was now starving for him. He equally matched her pace and her hunger, which was now growing stronger. Both resolved in their choice to make love and take their relationship to a different place. Neither of them knowing what would happen afterwards. Neither of them giving a fuck at the moment. Zach turned Kalena around so her back was pressed against his chest. He reached around and began to unbutton her blouse. As he did so, he planted a mixture of kisses and licks along the side of her neck. Slowly the blouse to fell from her body. He unhooked her bra from the back and she assisted him in getting the straps off her arms. He reached around and cupped her full breasts. He peered over her shoulder and watched his hands knead her mounds of flesh. "You have amazing tits", he whispered in her ear. Her nipples hardened quickly under his touch. Remembering a few discussions they've had about sex...pinched her nipples hard, causing her to wince and gasp in both pain and pleasure. They've talked many times about fantasies and sexual likes and dislikes...so he knew she had a thing for pain with her pleasure. He motioned her to turn around to face him and he unbuttoned her jeans. Eager to assist she slid of her platform sandals causing her height to drop an inch. He had to bow a bit more to kiss her succulent lips. He kneeled on one knee before her and pulled her jeans over her wide hips and ample ass. She shimmied her hips playfully and he smiled up at her. She put her hands on his broad shoulders to steady herself while she stepped out of her jeans. She knew he enjoyed a woman wearing only panties...and she was glad she wore her cute black satin bikinis, with little red hearts. He stared at her intensely, as if he was studying her every curve of her body. He thought briefly how he'd never been attracted to a woman of her size, yet she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Now on both knees and his hands grasped her thick hips, his lips trailed deep kisses along her stomach, to her belly button...to the top of her panty's fabric. He inhaled her sexual sent through the thin soft fabric. He knew how wet she must still be, having just cum just a short time ago. He buried his face into her pussy and again inhaled her scent. It was so strong and sweet. His cock got harder in his jeans as he thought of how he created that scent. He opened his mouth and sucked on her clit through her panties. "Oh God!" she groaned deeply. She dug her nails into his shoulders, partly to keep from falling and partly as an outlet to release her pleasure. He sucked harder and harder on her clit. He loved how the large and ever growing bud felt inside of his mouth. He loved the feel of the satin between his teeth. He loved the taste of her wetness that was now seeping through her panties. He felt her legs tremble from the orgasm he was building for her. He needed her orgasm. He wanted her to feel everything he felt for her. "Get on the bed and lay on your back", he said as he rose from his knees. She did as she was told and watched as he undressed for her. He stared into her eyes, hoping his body would please her. He watched as she bit her lower lip as he removed his Polo t-shirt. Finally exposing his broad shoulders, his beautifully toned chest and stomach. He watched as she lowered her eyes and gazed at him undoing the button on his jeans, as his fingers brought down the zipper, as his thumbs hooked into the waistband, bringing down both his jeans and boxer briefs in one motion. He watched as her eyes widened slightly when she finally saw what caused the bulge in his pants. He watched the lust grow in her face as he began to stroke his dick for her. "I need to come now", he said to her. "I just want to make sure I'm inside of you for as long as possible. I know I won't last a minute inside of you, if don't cum right now." "Please, let me help you", she begged. She moved to her side and started to reach out to touch him. "No", he said to her stern but gently. "I just want to look at you. You're so beautiful. I can't tell you how much you mean to me anymore. I...I just have to s-show you." He struggled to get the words out; he was so close to coming. He moved closer to the bed and looked down at her beautiful voluptuous body. "Oh God!" he cried out. "I'm about to come for you baby. Ooooh, fuuuck," he groaned loudly. He threw his head back in ecstasy and continued to pump his cock wildly. He and She He shot a massive load that landed on her stomach and tits. It was so hot as it landed on her body. She watched it intensely as it spurted over and over from his cock's head. He was lost in his orgasm. He opened his eyes to find her licking the cum that she'd collected from her stomach and tits from her fingers and palm. The sight of her suckling his seed from her hands threw him further into ecstasy. He really tasted wonderful, she thought. She didn't want to waste a drop of him. Before she could swallow all of his jizz, Zach's lips were planted firmly on hers. He tasted himself as his tongue swirled inside of her mouth. It was amazing; he thought...she was amazing. "I have to taste you now. Move to middle of the bed", he told her. Kalena scooted her body over so she could give him room on the bed. He positioned himself so that his face was in the perfect position to lick her pussy. He left her panties on and pushed the fabric to one side, exposing her smoothly shaved lips. Normally he preferred a completely bare pussy, but she left a beautifully trimmed bush on top and her lips were perfectly slick. Her juices seeping through her slit. She was soaking wet. He stuck out his tongue and rammed it in her split. It slid in so effortlessly. "Ooooh! Oh yesss", she gasped at the initial feeling of his tongue inside of her. She tasted so sweet, unlike any pussy he's had before. He was so hungry for her. He couldn't help himself and began to eat her pussy with a fury. He sucked and sucked and licked and lapped at her beautiful opening, he wanted to drink ever drop of her juices...just as she had drank his shortly before. He moved up to her clit. He knew how to make her cum. He suddenly remembered everything she'd ever told him about how she liked to be fucked. He brought up his hands and pushed two of his long fingers into her pussy. He simultaneously began massaging her g-spot while sucking her swollen clit. She was cumming in seconds. Her body shook almost violently. She fought, in vain to try to make him stop...it was too much too soon...too much pleasure it hurt. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed out. So loudly...so genuinely. It was like music to his ears. A tune he did not want to end. He ate and sucked and fucked her pussy with his hand until it ached. She came and came until her body literally went into convulsions. Her orgasms were amazing. He didn't want to stop pleasing her ever. He finally allowed his tongue and fingers to slide away from her pussy. She was completely spent. He lay behind her...spooning his body to hers. He felt her lungs panting, her heart racing, and her body still trembling. He held her as tightly and as close to his body as he could. "I love you", he whispered into her ear. "You're even more beautiful when you cum...do you know that?" he asked rhetorically. He kissed her neck...soothing her...loving her. She didn't even realize she'd fallen asleep until she woke surrounded by his strong arms. Not wanting to move she checked the clock on this night stand. Thank goodness, she still had plenty of time left before she had to be back home. She heard his deep breathing and thought he must be asleep as well. She couldn't believe the day she was having. Her mind once again racing. "What am I doing?" she thought. His arms felt so amazing around her. So strong and comforting. She moved her body in an effort to get even closer to him. She felt his dick harden and press against her the cleft of her ass cheeks. Instantly her pussy moistened in anticipation for making love to him. "Mmmm, hello sleepy head", he said in his sleepy sexy voice. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you", she said. "Don't worry about it sweetie. I've heard you snore before", he teased. She turned her body half way, so she could see him. She could feel his warm breath on her face. He took her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it. They stared into each other's eyes. Neither wanting nor needing to say anything. They leaned in to each other's lips and savored the warmth of the other's mouth. The softness of the other's tongue. Each sharing the same thought, "I love you too". Their kiss deepened as their excitement grew inside. She turned her body to face him and wrapped her leg around his waist. His hand reached down to grip and caress her ass. His fingers slipping between her supple cheeks. He moved his hands down further and found her soaking pussy. He let two of his thick fingers slipped inside of her wetness. She moaned deeply into his mouth and squeezed the back of his head harder. He pulled out his soaked fingers and begin to play with the tight pucker of her asshole. "Let me in", he thought. As if hearing his command she relaxed her ass and allowed him to slip one of his slippery fingers into her asshole. He felt her wanting to pull away to catch her breath but he grabbed the back of her head so she couldn't break their kiss. He felt the vibrations of her moans from deep within her body to her lips. He felt her body tremble wildly beneath him. He loved every second. His cock was harder than he'd ever felt it, yet he felt no need to rush to fuck her. He wanted to give her everything. He quickened the pace of his fingers and pushed them deeper into her asshole. He was sure he would get yet another powerful orgasm from her. She was going out of her mind. Her juices flowing wildly from her pussy. He fingered her ass vigorously, causing a pleasure she'd never felt. Her body was on fire. He released her mouth and she screamed. A scream so primal, so powerful, so lustful. Her orgasm took over her entire body. She was so beautiful. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He'd never seen a woman so expressive so unadulterated. He found himself not wanting to ever stop giving her pleasure. She was fueling so much fire inside of him. He settled himself down and slowly stopped fingering her ass. He held and kissed her until she calmed down from her orgasm. Her forehead glistening with sweat. He wiped her face gently and kissed her lips lightly. He just looked at her face...no longer full of conflict. He cherished the fact that she was his right now. Thinking she couldn't possibly experience anything better, she realized she still has yet to have his cock inside of her. He's done so much to please her. "Could he really love me that much?" she thought. She felt so grateful he wanted to experience this with her. She had to return the favor somehow. She had to show him how much she shared his feelings. She got up on her knees. He knew where she was headed and started to protest but she placed a finger to his lips to silence him. He relented and relaxed back on the bed. He opened his legs for her so she could move in between them. She positioned herself so she could have full access to his throbbing member. She stroked his thick 8 inch shaft gently at first. She was enjoying the beauty of his cock. It was so thick that she could barely get a full grip of it in her hand. She never felt a cock so hard, so ready. She wanted it inside of her so badly, but was glad he wanted to enjoy every aspect of sex with her before he fucked her with this amazing dick. She loved how smooth his pubic area was. He shaved everything! His balls and even the crack of his ass were like silk. She let her hands explore every part of him. He felt so turned on watching her take in his view. He lifted one of his legs and raised his hips when allowing her more access to explore his ass. He closed his eyes briefly when her finger trailed the area of his puckered hole and massaged it gently. He relaxed for her when she pressed her middle finger to enter his ass. "Ooooh, yes! Mmmmm", he groaned when she broke the barrier of his ass. She pushed her finger in and out of his asshole slowly. Going deeper with each stroke until her entire middle finger was deep inside of his ass. With her other hand she grabs his hard dick and lowers her lips onto his throbbing cock head. She opens her mouth widely to take in all in. She sucks his head and she looks into his eyes. He's focused intensely on her. He whimpers and bites his lower lip to try and contain himself. He feels as if he could explode at any moment. He can't look at her anymore...it's too much. He relaxes is head on the pillow and closes his eyes and concentrates hard on not cumming. He feels her hot mouth around his head...her tongue licking the length of his shaft...tracing the veins in his cock. Her hands squeezing the head of his cock while she dips down and sucks his heavy nut sack. "Oh shit", he growls as she moves her finger deeper into his ass. "You're going to make me cum", he cried. His voice was trembling. "What's stopping you?" she said. "I want you to cum for me", she said sexily. She starts to finger him with the same vigor as he'd done her ass not long before. Sucking his smooth balls deeper down her throat and stoking and squeezing the head of his cock. She felt his nuts tighten and she knew he was close. She heard his breath quicken and felt his body shake beneath her. He looked down at her, knowing it would send him over him edge. "Aggh, mother fuck I'm cumming!" he screamed. She quickly moved her mouth to the head of his dick so she could catch every drop. She pumped his cock and he shot a massive load that hit the back of her throat. She heard him let out a groan from deep within is soul. As she sucked and swallowed every drop of his seed. His voice got so lost and he could no longer make a sound. His breath caught literally in mid air. His dick spurting juices with ever jerk of his body. A few seconds later he took a long gasp of air. His hands gripping the sheets tightly as if he would fall if he let go. He couldn't believe she drank him without losing a drop. He'd never cum that hard in his life. She was so amazing. So fucking amazing! He pulled her up to his lips, before she had a chance to swallow the last of his jizz. Once again tasting his load from her tongue. He discovered he loved tasting himself from her mouth. She happily obliged him and pushed the last bit of his sweet nectar into his mouth. He sucked her tongue hard, ensuring nothing was wasted. Amazingly he felt his cock start to grow again. He knew he was ready to fuck her. He couldn't wait anymore. He turned her on her back and towered over her. She was helpless beneath him. He had a need in his eyes. A hunger she had never seen before. He lifted her legs and held them up and open with his large arms. There was no need to wait anymore...neither of them wanting anything else but his solid cock to be inside of her. He grabbed the edges of her panties and with a slight lift of her hips he removed them from her body. With one massive stroke he buried himself deeply into her womb. Both cried out in satisfaction that he was finally inside. Both of their bodies shivering with excitement and lust. He slowly begins to pump his dick inside of her. Using long deep strokes, giving her an extra stab just as he reached bottom, causing his cock to go deeper inside of her pussy. She was going out of her mind, crying out with pleasure. She couldn't contain how incredible he was making her feel. She felt him so deep inside of her body and didn't want him to ever stop. He thought she couldn't get more stunning but he was wrong. Looking down at her face while he was making love to her was the best he'd ever seen her. She was so raw with emotion. She was so helpless. She was so...in that moment...so his. He didn't give a fuck about her husband or the fact she was his best friend. He just knew she was his...her pussy...her body...her thoughts...were for him. He started fucking her harder. He needed to prove to her he wasn't full of shit. That all he'd shared with her today was real. He loved her...and she needed to know exactly how much. He lifted her ass slightly to get maximum penetration. She was lost...she couldn't even have a cohesive thought in her head. All she could do was feel him. He was going mad inside of her. He'd never fucked this hard, this wildly, this madly. He was transformed...like an animal. He grabbed her by the hair and leaned down and kissed her lips hard...she bit his lips and tongue but it didn't hurt. "Look at me!" he yelled at her. "Open your eyes and fucking looking at me!" She opened her eyes and hardly recognized him. She didn't recognize herself. "I fuckin love you! Do you know that?!" he cried out. He still pumped her and out of her snatch with a fury. She could barely keep her eyes open but she couldn't look away from him. He was so pure. He was so open. "Yes!" she yelled back. "I love you too!" He tried to speak, he tried to say something, but his voice failed him. He could only look at her. His yes full of anguish, full of love and lust, full of her. "Oh God! Oh God! Help me!" he grunted out. He pumped his cock into her so hard she thought he'd go right through her. He exploded inside of her. His body shuddered as he pumped his hot juices deep into her womb. His grunts and pants became sobs as he was on the verge of tears. He tried to fight them back, but he was so filled with love for her. He couldn't help it. He'd never given so much of himself to another. He literally poured his life into her body. He collapsed on top of her after the last of his liquid emptied from his nuts. She held him tightly. His body quivered as he tried to compose himself. His tears falling onto her breast. He lifted his head and she kissed his lips gently and wiped his tears away softly with her hand. "No more of these...promise?" she said smiling at him. Smiling back at her, he nodded in agreement. He and She He looked down at his work and smirked. They were both naked, and she was on all fours on the floor, a pillow under her knees, blindfolded and wrists cuffed together. All in all, a very appealing picture, he thought to himself as he slowly circled her. She was breathing heavily, so wet it nearly dripped down her leg from earlier when he had stood behind her in this position and fingered her. He hadn't let her orgasm, but at least she was plenty warmed up. Finally, he stopped in front of her, tracing the tip of his cock across her lips. She darted her tongue out and shifted forward, trying to engulf him, but he stepped back, leaving her to whimper disappointedly. "Please..." "Please what?" He asked, grinning. "Anything, god, please anything, just do something to me..." He chuckled and nodded, moving around behind her and resting his hands on her hips. Once he was in position he thrust in quickly, making them both moan loudly at the entrance. Her head leaned back in pleasure, and he reached forward to hold her hair, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in hard. "Oh, god..." she groaned, almost dipping her head instinctively, which only led to more of a grip on her hair. He continued thrusting, only making it through a couple more slow ones before it was just too much. He sped up, pounding her fast, savagely, mumbling under his breath "god yes... oh, yes... fuck fuck..." Her words, meanwhile, were soon indistinguishable, a rapid stream of babble. Had he been in another state of mind, he might have forced her to beg for him, but they were both too far gone for that at this point. After an especially hard thrust and a slight tug on her scalp, she came loudly, moaning "god yes yesyesyesyes..." She loosened under him, but he wasn't done yet. He released her hair, her head dropping in exhaustion, and grabbed both her hips, slamming into her body, pulling her back onto him with every thrust. Now that she was done, he was entirely focused on his own enjoyment. It wasn't too much longer when he came, filling her with a moan, almost a growl. He thrust throughout his orgasm before stopping, relaxing slightly, and kissing the small of her back as he pulled out. She sighed when he did so, and he moved to unlock her cuffs, lying on the floor. She curled up next to him with a contented sigh, before saying quizzically "blindfold?" He chuckled and kissed her forehead, responding "you're not quite done yet..." ----------- She would have blinked in confusion, but well, she was still blindfolded. Instead she merely waited to see what he would do, though it was only a few seconds before she felt a pressure on her shoulder. Well, that was a fairly obvious instruction. She slid down his body slowly, savoring the feel of skin on skin. He, in turn, felt no need to rush her... she'd get there eventually. Her hands traced down his sides until she could tell by feel she was in the right area, shifting her head slightly she felt his length brush past her chin. She began to lick hungrily, cleaning him of their shared juices and swallowing them down. While he had been softening, he soon began to stiffen under her attention. Once she was satisfied his head was entirely cleaned off, she dipped and licked his shaft, all the way down to the base and even licking up a few drips that had made it onto his balls. When she finished entirely, she rested her head on his thigh, relaxing, contented. They lay there like that for a bit, one hand stroking her hair almost tenderly as he thought his next move over. Finally he thought of something and pulled gently. She responded quickly and lay by his side again. "Lay here for a moment, pet," he murmured, she nodding obediently as he left. She was a bit confused, not sure what was coming, but waited patiently for him to return. When he did come back, he ordered her to tilt her head up slightly, and they both smiled as he placed the collar on here. She was a bit surprised when she heard the leash snap into place, though. She felt him move to standing next to her, and tilted to look up at him, vision denied or not. "Crawling, master?" She asked timidly. "No, that's all right pet. You can walk." She nodded and stood, head tucked slightly as he led her to the bedroom. She was a bit grateful for the leash, really, or else she would have been terrified to walk blindfolded. As it was, she was thankful for their relatively wide hallways. When they got into the room, he led her to the bed, adding "lay down" as he took the leash off, though the collar stayed on. She lay and did her best to relax, though she was clearly a bit nervous, or at least anxious to see what he was going to do next. She let him position her hands over her head and cuff the wrists together with the same padded cuffs he had used earlier, looping the chain over a post on the headboard. Fortunately, the bed wasn't long enough to really stretch her arms, as he also spread her legs and tied each ankle to a bedpost. Again, he grinned down at his work as she whimpered and squirmed slightly, quickly turned on again, even if only in anticipation. She felt his weight on the bed, then his breath ghosting over her collarbone, his lips kissing down her breast. It wasn't long before he was gently suckling on one nipple, making her back arch before he continued down her body. She groaned slightly, realizing his goal when he kissed her navel, not sure she wouldn't rather have his cock again. Still, she jumped slightly when she felt him bite her inner thigh, the sensation stronger because she couldn't see his motions, had no idea what to expect next. He teased her a bit longer, licking up the inside of her leg before finally letting his tongue tap her clit once, his hands sliding to her thighs to hold her at least mostly in place. She sighed in pleasure at the contact, her earlier thoughts expelled as he began to lick slowly, long pointed strokes on the upper part of her slit. It wasn't long before she was panting for more, and he dipped his head a bit lower, tongue entering her slightly on the upstrokes as he sped up. "God, yes... please... more, more..." She whined and moaned louder as he continued to speed up, though the chances of her orgasming again so soon were low. He knew that, of course, and eventually slowed down, licking up and swallowing a few last tastes of her before pulling back. She sighed again, but knew better than to protest too loudly. She smiled, however, when she felt him slide up her body, his mouth biting her neck lightly as he slid into her. She nearly purred as he began to thrust into her, not too fast, not too hard, but a pace she could appreciate after so much stimulation. He soon released the bite, kissing up and down her neck as he pushed into her. Not nearly long enough later, however, he kissed her hard and pulled out, her legs twitching reflexively at the loss. "Why..." she gasped out when he released the kiss, though he cut her off with his lips again. "All in due time, pet," he responded, sliding off the bed. He untied her ankles first, massaging them gently as he did, and then unlocked the handcuffs. "Now," he said, "roll over onto your stomach." She was confused for the umpteenth time this evening, but obeyed with a meek "Yes, sir." She moved to go to all fours, but he smacked her ass just hard enough to sting as she did so. "I said on your stomach." "Sorry, sir," she replied, lying down flat as she felt him return to the foot of the bed, spreading and tying her legs to the bedposts again once she had adjusted. He got back onto the bed, his weight pressing down gently on her as he moved atop her back. She felt something cold on her ass, and then groaned as she felt his head press against her asshole. Even with the lube and her juices on him, it was a tight fit, and he went slowly. After a bit, though, the head popped into her, eliciting a gasp from both of them. He paused, pushing a strand of hair out of her face with one hand. "Are you alright, my pet?" She breathed slowly for a second, then nodded. "Yes, sir. Please, give me more, sir. Please?" He chuckled above her, amused and gratified at her submission. He began to slide his length in slowly, pausing whenever he felt too much resistance and pushing on when she felt ready. She let out low groans throughout the process, her muscles alternately clenching and relaxing (and occasionally making him pause and moan as well). After a bit, he was all the way inside her, and he grinned with a bit of animal lust, not that she could see. He slid back out slowly, before pushing into her again, a bit harder, a bit faster. Her head arched back and she moaned when he struck bottom again, which only encouraged him to speed up. Between the situation, the sensations, and their sensitivity from earlier, it didn't long for either of them to approach orgasm. She hadn't thought she'd be able to again that night, even, but it was an entirely different set of nerves being stimulated right now. Soon he was slamming into her, or at least as much as her ass allowed, groaning out "fuck... yes... yes, god yes, take it, my bitch..." Meanwhile, she under him had began to explain in detail how much she was his bitch and loved it, but it came out more as "yes master I ohhh god unghhh... yesyesyesyesYES!" she yelped as she came, her muscles clenching him tightly and setting him off. She groaned and shook under him as he held still deep in her ass, filling it with pump after pump of his seed... a surprising amount, considering it was his second orgasm of the night. He sighed and relaxed as he finished, lying gently atop her before pulling out as slowly as possible. She lay silent on the bed, mentally recovering as he untied her ankles again, taking a moment to gather herself together. By the time he got back from cleaning himself off in the bathroom and using a hand towel to wipe up the worst of the drip from her ass, she was mostly coherent again. He lay next to her, untying the blindfold and setting it on the bedside table, to be put away later. "Now," he said, pulling the blanket up over the two of them, "you can be done." She blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the light, then looked at him pretty and sighed. "Aww," she murmured in mock disappointment, "do I have to be?" He laughed out loud and kissed her forehead, nodding. "We'll see in the morning." He and She - A Story of Endless Love Their life together had started out almost 62 years earlier. They'd never been fortunate enough to have children and they'd both been born into families that had crumbled under the stress of the hard times that had been so prevalent across the country during the 1930s. Each had wound up a ward of the state and grew up never feeling the warm embrace of loving parents, or the deep, abiding affection that children normally share with their brothers and sisters. They never took the time to form friendships with the other unfortunates with whom they were billeted during those formative years. They quickly learned that those with whom they developed relationships were invariably gone within a few months, leaving a deep emotional gash that would be a part of them for years to come. The nurses, as they were called, were often under great stress themselves, with children of their own, and problems that occupied their every moment. They had no love left to share with children who were not their own. And so it went all through their childhood. They were constantly being moved from one state run home to another. Each move meant another school to attend and more new children to deal with, some friendly some hostile. By the time they were old enough to make their own way in the world, their souls had seen more sadness and endured more antipathy than any child should ever experience. Along with their freedom from state guardianship came a good deal of trepidation but also a renewed feeling of optimism. They both chose to wander about the country for a few years, trying to launch a new life; trying to find a place where they could put down roots and start life anew. In the end, their search somehow brought each of them to New York; a city that they saw as a shining beacon of opportunity; a place to begin the process of rebuilding the hope that had been bled away during their unhappy childhoods. He found work at a department store, working nights as a stockman. From midnight to eight a.m., six days a week, he refilled the shelves that had been picked near bare by hoards of shoppers the previous day. It was lonely work. There were only two or three other stockmen in the huge premises of the department store and responsibilities had been divided up in such a manner that he seldom saw his fellow workers more than once or twice a night. Oddly enough, he was not the least disturbed by the loneliness of the job. He found the long hours spent in a solitary environment, carrying out routine tasks, comforting. He was finally a functioning member of society, doing a job that he enjoyed and which gave him a feeling of worth and value. After a few years of wandering about the country, searching for something that she too sensed was missing from her life, she also settled in New York, not far from the same department store where he had only recently started his new career. As it turned out, she also found work at that same department store on the very first day of her job search. She was hired as the store's assistant window dresser, a newly created position. Store management feared that the work going on in the storefront display windows during the day, was giving the premises a messy, unprofessional appearance and was a distraction that lessened the flow of customers into the store. That being the case, they decided to have all window dressing completed during the Midnight to eight a.m. period. It would be her job to assist the store's existing window dresser with facilitation of the new plan. So now both he and she worked at the same store, sharing the same midnight to morning working hours. They met on her very first night on the job. At about 4 O'clock in the morning, he walked into the employee lunch room and saw her sitting there, eating a sandwich and sipping a cup of tea. Although both of them were painfully shy and somewhat reclusive by nature, they seemed to know from the very moment that their eyes met, that they shared a common need for the love of someone who could comprehend the trials that they'd endured so far in their short, unhappy lives. They became fast friends and from that night on looked forward all day long to seeing each other at the department store that night. Their relationship blossomed and became something much more than mere friendship for each of them. They both languished about their boarding houses on their day off each week, wondering what the other was doing. It was unsettling and, although both were expert at keeping their emotions hidden from others, the affection they felt for each other was becoming mutually apparent. And so finally, about six months after they began working together, he risked experiencing the sort of rejection that he'd feared most of his life, by asking her if she would like to accompany him to dinner and a movie on their next day off. The smile that lit up her face answered his question long before she spoke the words, "Oh I'd love to!" They had a marvellous time at dinner and laughed happily throughout the light hearted movie that he'd chosen. It was the first of many dinners and movies that they attended together. They began spending all of their time away from the job together. They'd take long strolls through the park. They'd sit for hours along the river and watch the canoes and boats drifting lazily by on warm Summer days. As the balmy days of Summer gave way to the frigid, windy days of Winter, they would wrap themselves up warmly and off they'd go to ice skate or sled at one of the many parks that dotted the city in those heady days. It was only a matter of time until their fondness grew into love and their love led to marriage. They'd been seeing each other seriously for almost two years and each knew all that there was to know about the other. The shared sadness of their early years was part of the glue that held them close to one another. The wedding was a small affair. Neither had any close friends nor family to stand by their side during the ceremony. The driver of the cab that took them to the little chapel acted as a witness and the chaplain's wife played "Here Comes the Bride" on an old, out of tune piano. But that mattered not the least to the two young lovers. They were finally united in holy matrimony and were totally committed to spending the rest of their lives together, making each other happy. The months and years floated serenely by, like fluffy clouds sailing across a warm blue Summer sky. Eventually the two found jobs that allowed them to work during the hours of daylight and each forged a successful career that provided the financial security necessary to live a comfortable life, free of the worries that had plagued them throughout their troubled childhoods. They would have loved to have had children, but for whatever reason it was not meant to be. They accepted the fact that they would never hear the joyous sound of children's feet running happily about their home. There would be no squeals of delight on Christmas morning, no excited laughter as balloons burst at birthday parties, no anxious moments in the lobby of the maternity ward, awaiting the arrival of grandchildren. But, as is so often the case, the disappointment simply brought them closer to each other. The passing decades brought many changes. Her lovely black hair turned white and her soft supple skin became wrinkled. She developed a slight stoop, the result of arthritis and they were no longer able to spend happy hours walking peacefully through the local parks. His hair also turned white, but much of it also fell out, leaving him bald, save for a rim of grey hair that clung to his temples and the back of his head. He never developed arthritis, but he had recurring problems with rheumatism that often left him moving much more slowly than he would have liked. Together they weathered the ravages of aging that all humans must endure, but it never got the best of them. Through it all, their love burned as brightly as a lighthouse beacon on a dark night. As long as they had each other, they could handle any adversity that life handed them. They simply continued walking together, hand in hand, through all of the challenges that life presented. Then one day, he walked through the front door and found her sitting on the sofa. She was clutching a handkerchief and silently weeping. He couldn't recall ever seeing her cry during all of the years that they'd been together. He sat beside her and asked what was troubling her. It turned out she'd been to the doctors that day. Over the past few months, she'd been experiencing some unusual pain in her chest and wanted to have it checked out. The news that the doctor delivered after his examination was not what she'd been hoping for. She had a heart condition that had existed for several years but had not presented any symptoms until now. The medical science of the day was unable to treat it and her life would be seriously shortened as a result. She didn't feel sorry for herself. She was crying because she knew that he would never be able to accept her loss. They had become one person over the sixty plus years that they'd known each other. The joy of each had been shared by the other, just as the sadness of each had been shared by the other. How would he carry on without her? He knew that the time they had left together was short. Each day at her side was a gift. They rose early and stayed awake late, just to consciously spend as much time with each other as they possibly could. Their love, which had been forged of steel from the beginning, grew even stronger and the bond between them had become unbreakable. And then one day, he awoke and went to the kitchen to make coffee. When he came back to the bedroom to rouse her, she was already awake, but too weak to get up. He called the doctor and, in a panic, explained the change in his wife's condition. The doctor told him to take her to the hospital immediately and he'd see her there. At the hospital, the doctor examined her carefully and administered a sedative to make her comfortable. He then took her husband by the arm and quietly guided him out into the hallway. The news was not good. She was having trouble breathing and her pulse was becoming much weaker. The kindly doctor told him that the end would come quickly and he would ensure that she would not suffer any pain along the way. He stood in the hallway, watching the doctor walking away. Tears began to well up in his eyes and he knew that he wouldn't be able to face life without her. He had never known happiness before he met her and he knew that his life would become a ritual of endless sadness without her by his side. He went back into her room and drew a chair beside her bed. He sat down, took her frail and tiny hand in his and watched in silence. He sat there for hours, looking at the face that had lit up his life for decades. His love for her knew no bounds. From time to time he'd rise from his chair and lean down to kiss her lovely face. She never woke from her sleep. Hours later, he felt her tiny hand squeeze his and at that moment her laboured breathing ceased. He rushed to the hallway and called for a nurse or doctor. Moments later, the same doctor he'd spoken with in the hallway earlier, showed up and after listening to her chest with his stethoscope, returned to the old man's side. He placed an understanding hand on his shoulder and whispered "I'm sorry". He didn't hear the doctor's expression of sorrow. He didn't feel the hand on his shoulder. He felt and heard nothing. Without saying a word, he turned and walked into the hallway of the hospital. He knew that the body lying in the hospital bed was no longer his beloved wife. It was now simply a cold empty reminder of the terrible loss that he'd suffered. He stopped at the nursing station and in a numb trance informed them that he'd be back later to attend to the final arrangement for his wife's body. He was still in a daze as he made his way to the front entrance. He had no idea how he would go about living his life now that she was gone. She had stood at the center of his life, a strong and nurturing lover, for more than six decades. He walked slowly down the hallway, totally oblivious to what was going on around him. The sounds, the smells and all movement in the hospital had ceased to exist. He was a solitary man once again, alone in a world of loneliness. Nothing would ever have any meaning again now that his love was no longer by his side. He made his way down the steps of the front entrance by rote. He didn't see all of the busy pedestrians walking along the sidewalk at the front of the hospital. He didn't see all of the cars rushing up and down the busy street. He didn't see anything save the face of his lost love. He walked slowly along the street, his head bowed and his mind numb from the pain of having witnessed the death of the only person in the world whom he'd ever loved. He paid no heed as his aimless, undirected gait took him from the sidewalk to the roadway. He never heard the blaring horn of the speeding car that was careening towards him, its brakes locked in a futile attempt to stop. He never heard the sickening thud as it hit him and knocked him into the air. He didn't hear the people screaming in terror as his broken body landed on the pavement in a lifeless heap. Before his body even came to rest on the roadway, he found himself once again looking into the loving, happy eyes of his wife. She was no longer the frail, damaged, old woman, who'd left him only moments ago in the hospital. She was once again the beautiful young woman he'd married 62 years earlier. She reached out to him smiling, her youthful face filled with joy and happiness to once again be looking into the eyes of the only man she'd ever loved. He took her hand and rose from the pavement on legs that were now young and strong and embraced her with the rejuvenated arms of the man she'd married more than six decades earlier. They looked into each others eyes and in a moment of the purest possible love, their two hearts reunited. Then, casting a final glance at the earthly body that he was leaving behind, they turned and, arm in arm, strolled off into eternity. The end He and She Ch. 02 She was sleeping the sleep of the exhausted. He had worked her hard over the past several hours, fucking her over and over again, always in new positions, different locations, testing her and himself. How much sexual stimulation could she take before she began to "chain" -- cumming over and over, orgasm on top of orgasm, until she begged him to stop and begged him to keep going? Could he keep himself from cumming when she did, despite her groans and the spasms of her vaginal walls around his cock as it was buried deep inside that warm, wet haven? How long could he keep pounding that beautiful pussy before he finally exploded in her, filling her deepest crevices with his spunk? But that was then -- hours ago. Now he had other delights in mind. The bed she lay in was huge, with the headboard and footboard handcrafted of solid steel, the headboard bolted to the concrete wall of the loft he owned in lower Manhattan. He had spent months designing that bed, making certain that even at the hundredth glance it still looked just like what it was -- beautifully--crafted modern art that just happened to be a bed. It was much more than that, of course. All of those geometric shapes that were cut into the steel, the bars and blocks, some articulated and some stationary, layered over and under and around each other, were actually handholds for him and restraints for her. He looked at her, sleeping naked on his bed, from a hand--crafted steel chair at the bedside (it was another of his creations and also served other more sexually arousing purposes than just sitting). He was hard again, just from looking at her -- all that luscious, woman's body. It was more than some men wanted, but for him, all those curves and the exquisite softness of her was infinitely more exciting than any hard, emaciated, bony little--girl body. Leave that for the "minimalists." He wanted a WOMAN. He loved the spread of her hips as they cradled his pelvis during sex, the warm, firm pillows for his forearms that were her thighs when he was licking and sucking her pussy and clit. And her breasts! So large that he couldn't close his hands around them, soft and warm and firm. The nipples -- especially the doubled one -- so sensitive that even the slightest puff of warm, moist breath tightened them into erect, rosy nubs. A little ice, and they were hard as pebbles. Those were his favorite part of her body, second only to her warm, wet pussy. His erection grew a little harder at the thought. As he considered those nipples and the things he liked to do to them, she rolled over onto her back, the opportunity he'd been waiting for, since he didn't want to wake her before he was ready. He gently took one of her hands and guided it into a hole in the headboard, and then dropped and firmly latched a bar into place around her wrist to effectively handcuff her to it. He moved around the bed and secured her other wrist similarly. Next he moved lower, dropping light, moist kisses on the insides of her legs, pausing to give her clit just a few delicious licks, and then he added a steel spreader bar to the cuffs he placed around her ankles. He had found that chain worked better than a spreader bar in some applications, but not today. Yes, chain allowed greater freedom of movement while still quite effectively hobbling her, but a bar kept a subject in the proper position, as well as allowing denial of certain... pleasures. He shrugged slightly. "Different strokes," as the saying went, and then chuckled at the double entendre as he took each ankle and shackled it to the footboard with a length of chain. As he finished binding her to his bed, his gaze rose back to her tits and the nipples that were his constant delight. He had spent countless pleasurable hours rubbing, squeezing, sucking, licking, biting and nibbling on those delights, and he looked forward to many, many more hours of the same. But for now he wanted something a little different -- he wanted them even bigger and more swollen than normal. So, he took two suction cups from a snakebite kit, placed them over her nipples and squeezed, pulling the deepest suction he could without waking her. Then he kissed her lightly on the lips, and settled back into the chair, absently stroking his cock with one hand and occasionally squeezing and rolling his balls with the other, watching her sleep. **** She stirred, trying to stretch sleep--stiffened muscles. It took her a few moments to fully waken, partly because she didn't really want to (she'd been dreaming of new and lascivious ways of forcing orgasms from him and was still trying to decide if it could actually work) and partly because she was still tired from all he'd put her through just a few hours ago. Gradually, reality began to sink in as she tried to move again -- and she realized she was bound to the headboard by her wrists, spread--eagled on the bed, her ankles chained to the footboard. When she opened her eyes she saw the snakebite suction cups, bright yellow in the dim light of the early winter morning, laying over at a drunken angle against her DD--sized breasts like Coast Guard bouys; she could feel the suction tug and pull with every breath, forcing her nipples higher, deeper, and thicker into the cups that trapped them. And she was wet. Wetter than she could ever remember, even for him. Her labia felt swollen even without the benefit of having her knees together. And her clit throbbed in time to her heartbeat, begging for release. She turned her head towards the small bedside chair and saw him there, stroking his erection just enough to keep it going but not enough to get himself off. Watching her. Waiting for her to wake and realize the predicament she was in. She licked her lips as she looked at that wonderful cock; how she wanted to wrap them around it and lick and suck, feeling it twitch and throb as he fucked her mouth. She sighed; perhaps next time... He stood and crossed to the bed and positioned himself between her knees, still stroking his cock with one hand, and reaching with his free hand to abruptly pull the yellow suction cups off her nipples. They had been on for over an hour, and her nipples were thick, rigid and erect as his cock. And twice as sensitive. Tossing the cups aside, he leaned forward, his hands on either side of her ribcage, and took one of those hard, enormous nipples in his mouth and sucked -- licking away the slightly--salty water that had been pulled from her skin, nibbling, and biting, feeling her writhe under him and gasp his name, as he moved his hips from side to side, forward and back, his cock bouncing back and forth between her thighs and then sliding up and down her slit but never quite entering her, gathering her wetness on the head of his cock and letting it mingle with the precum oozing from the eye. He transferred his attention back to her nipples, specifically to the doubled nipple and repeated the licking, nibbling, and sucking while squeezing and teasing the other in his hand, just so it wouldn't feel ignored. He had discovered long ago that she could cum just from having her nipples teased, and he was winding her up to one whopping orgasm. He loved the way she moved when she was about to cum -- the arching of her back, the hitch in her breathing, the look on her face as she concentrated on the sensations that skittered through her nipples and breasts and clit and cunt. The way she lifted her knees and widened them at the same time, pushing with her vaginal muscles to expel her cum as her clit throbbed and her whole body shuddered with her release. But this time he stopped. Stopped moving, stopped licking, stopped squeezing. Just stopped. He moved off of her, and reached into the nightstand for a cock--shaped vibrator. It was the smallest one he could find -- Perfect for what he was going to do to her. He wanted to tease her, not stretch her out so much that he couldn't feel the walls of her cunt when he began to fuck her. He turned the vibrator as high as it would go and slid it into her pussy. Small and teasing and buzzing just enough to keep her on the edge of orgasm but not enough to push her over. And then he moved off of the bed and settled back into the chair, stroking his throbbing, aching cock, watching her. He loved denying her orgasm. He would let her have one some other time, perhaps even later this morning. For now he just wanted to watch her helplessly squirm in sexual torment, watch her twist and turn, her hips helplessly humping thin air trying to find release. She knew better than to expel the vibrator -- she'd tried that once before and had been punished for it. But the temptation was so great! If he wouldn't let her cum, the least he could do would be to let her arousal drift away into nothing. As it was, every part of her was sensitized to the buzzing in her pussy -- her clit, her skin, her distended, hard nipples. It was strangly erotic to see them so large and swollen. She did not have "perky" breasts, with uptilted nipples. She had large, heavy breasts, their nipples pointing to her toes (or his mouth -- which ever happened to be beneath her). But laying as she was, and as large and turgid as they were, she could see every ridge and bump and swell in them as they faced the ceiling, accentuated by how dark they were against the lighter flesh of her belly. Oh, if only he would suck on them...! While she had been contemplating her nipples and the predicament she was in, he had been rummaging around in the bathroom. He returned with a wicked smile on his face and something in his hand -- an old, discarded battery--operated toothbrush. Still stroking and stoking his ferocious hard--on, he flicked the switch of the toothbrush, turning it on and off, teasing her without ever touching her. And then he was touching her -- turning the brush on and off while it was against the sensitive flesh of her engorged nipples. Rubbing it around in little circles about her areola. Stopping as she started to climb towards an orgasm. Starting again when she settled down. Pinching and rolling one nipple with his hand and teasing the other with the toothbrush. But the game was beginning to pall -- he cock had become so hard it was almost painful. He still attended to it with one hand but now he had a new thought! He kissed and nibbled his way down her body, beginning with her eyebrows and sliding leisurely down past her lips, her throat, across her collarbone, pausing at her nipples to tease and twist and torture just a little bit more, and then continued his journey around her navel to the thatch of dark coarse hair at the apex of her thighs. And then a truly wicked smile crossed his face. He pulled the vibrator from her aching pussy and it tossed aside and with one smooth motion slid his turgid cock inside her, burying himself balls deep. He still had the toothbrush in his hand, and flicked it on, letting it buzz before her puzzled face. And then he moved his head to one breast -- the one with the double nipple -- and took that nipple in his teeth, gently nibbling and worrying it with his tongue. As he felt her begin her climb, felt her back arch beneath him and heard her breathing go unsteady, he raised himself up slightly -- just enough to slide the toothbrush between them -- and set the rotating bristles against her aching, throbbing clit as he began to pound against her pussy in earnest. He pulled his upper body up by the handholds in the headboard, the better to pound his cock into her body, watching her breasts jerk and jiggle with each thrust, the nipples dancing madly, the toothbrush buzzing and vibrating between them and she began to orgasm in earnest. On and on and on -- orgasm after orgasm, she writhed beneath him, helpless against the pounding her cunt was taking and the onslaught of sensation her clit was undergoing. Wave upon wave, more and more sensation and cum and jerking and moving. He watched his prick moving in and out of her body, the slick feel, the sucking wet sounds of their coupling driving him faster and harder until he was helpless against the tide of quaking, quivering, spasming flesh that was her beneath him and around him. He came with a roar of triumph and release, pumping his cum into her with every throb of his cock, until he was finally milked dry and he collapsed on her. As they lay together, their breathing becoming more normal, and just before he released her wrists and they both drifted off to sleep, she looked at him and said, "Next time, my turn to torture you." He and She Ch. 03 she had never met HIM, only gotten text messages – What was she doing? What was she wearing? How high were the heels on her shoes? When was the last time she'd masturbated? Had she allowed herself to cum, or had she stopped as instructed? Was she using a vibrator or her fingers? Was she wearing the nipple and clit clamps HE had sent her? Had she shaved her pussy, as instructed? Endless questions and demands. How to wear her hair, makeup, clothes, perfume. HE controlled everything in her life, and tonight she would finally meet HIM. she was instructed to be in a specific deserted parking lot by sunset, alone. she was also instructed to bathe thoroughly, shave closely, use HIS favorite perfume sparingly, use a light hand with her makeup and make certain her waist–length, dark auburn hair was clean and loose. As she checked her appearance in the mirror, she saw an attractive young woman, hazel eyes glittering with the beginnings of arousal, her hair waving about her shoulders, the buttons of her crocheted vest straining across her heavy breasts, nipple clamps in place on her turgid nipples, making them more sensitive and harder the longer they were on. her eyes traveled down her body, checking the hem of her pleated skirt, the thigh–high suede boots with their 3½" heels and thought to herself, "Typical slutwear." Even so, her pussy was already wet, and the clit clamp slipped easily into place, and made her even more horney. she grabbed a trench coat for the ride to meet HIM, got in her car, and drove away, trying to gauge her trip so she would be early, but not too early. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach –– she'd never done anything remotely like this. Those butterflies intensified as she arrived at the meeting place, hoping to be early, but seeing HIS car and the last hope that it just looked like HIS car evaporating as she read the license plate. she parked next to HIM in the empty lot, and got out of her car, removing her coat as she eased from her seat, locked the doors and walked calmly to meet HIM, handing HIM her keys. HE was older than she thought HE would be, but was still a handsome, fit man: snow white hair, tanned complexion, tall, broad–shouldered, narrow–waisted, and casually well–dressed. HE held out HIS hand to take hers and pulled her to HIM in a light embrace, kissing her in welcome. HE could feel her tremble slightly as HE placed HIS hand in the small of her back to guide her to the passenger side of HIS car, carefully placed her in her seat and walked back around to the driver's side. As HE drove away from her car, HE commanded her to unbutton her vest and pull it away from her breasts so HE could see them and to move her feet apart so HE could check whether or not the clit clamp was on. While driving slowly down the road, HE stroked her hair, brushed the velvety skin of her throat with his knuckle, tweaked her nipple clamps and squeezed her breasts, HIS eyes always staying on the road as HIS hand explored her lush body. HIS cool fingers slid beneath the hem of her skirt and brushed across her upper thighs and across her belly, and she twitched slightly with nerves. HIS fingers slid down to her pussy, checking for the clamp and drifting across her swollen clit, making it throb heavily and nearly pushing her into her first orgasm of the night. HE looked sharply at her and sternly reminded her that she was allowed to cum only when HE gave her permission. Any failure on her part, HE reminded her, would be punished. she swallowed nervously and nodded her understanding. As dark descended, HE pulled off the road onto a siding for 18–wheelers, a beautiful little landscaped rest spot just off the interstate where drivers could take a break, stretch, walk, rest and relax during the long hauls. HE pulled into position at the far end of the siding almost up to where it rejoined the interstate, turned off the engine and turned on the parking and inside lights of the car as he opened the convertible top. They sat in the early autumn darkness, the cool breeze drifting into the car and teasing her already–tight nipples and cooling her hot pussy as it wafted by, raising goosebumps in a delicious combination of arousal and chill. HE pulled her to HIM across the seat and plunged three of HIS fingers into her pussy as HE kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue and biting her lips, HIS thumb always on her clit as HE finger–fucked her. her hand drifted to HIS cock, and stroked it through HIS trousers, tracing the hard bulge she found there, gripping and releasing HIM as HE continued to finger her. HIS lips traced down her neck and HE nibbled her collarbone, HIS tongue lapping gently against her throat, and back up to nibble her ears. The hand that wasn't fingering her sopping wet pussy were squeezing, pinching, pulling, and twisting her nipples and breasts, exploring her body as though she was property, testing and retesting her responses to HIS touch. she had lost all sense of time, lost all thought or awareness of anything but HIM, and when HE released her, she blinked owlishly, and saw there were several men standing around HIS car, watching HIM play with her body, their eyes greedily taking in her breasts, and pussy and swollen lips, running their tongues across dry lips, wishing they could just have a single touch or taste of her, wishing she belonged to one of them, even for a moment. As HE raised his head from her nipple, HE also noticed the audience, and smiled at them, commenting and asking if they had ever seen such beautiful breasts, such a dripping pussy, such a hot, throbbing clit. The drivers all were silent, struck dumb with lust at the sight of HIM finger–fucking her, teasing her clit, squeezing her nipples while she writhed helplessly in the seat next to him: bare–breasted except for the clamps, legs as wide as she could splay them within the confines of the car, hips humping and grinding trying to get more friction from HIS fingers, and yet gripping the door handle with one hand in a death grip in order to keep from cumming without permission, her other hand still in HIS crotch, stroking, and gripping, all in a delicious agony of arousal. Suddenly, HE stopped HIS reconnaissance of her body, and looked at all the men around them, and asked, as HE removed the nipple clamps and clit clamp, if anyone else would like to squeeze her breasts, finger–fuck her themselves. Two drivers came forward, one an older man, the other young. The young man continued the ministrations to her pussy, pounding his fingers into her wet hole while keeping his thumb rubbing her clit with every stroke, pushing and retreating, stroking and circling, as she moaned with lust, thinking of nothing to say except, "please." "Please" let her cum, "please" don't stop, "please" squeeze and twist her nipples harder. "Please." At a motion from HIM, the drivers stopped what they were doing to her, and HE ordered her out of the car. HE got out and walked around the back of the car, motioning to her to come to him, where HE put the nipple clamps back on her tender, abused nipples, bent her over the car, flipped up her skirt and invited the younger of the drivers to fuck her, doggie-style, as hard and as long as he wanted. There was no need to ask a second time. The young driver unzipped his jeans, which had long since become uncomfortably tight, and slid his swollen cock into her dripping pussy, pounding against her naked ass, balls slapping against her clit, as HE continued to torture her nipples with the clamps. The young driver came with a groan and a sigh, sagging over her and pinning her to the car. HE motioned the young man aside, and offered her to the older driver, who had long since taken his thick cock in hand and had been stroking as he watched them, varying the speed from furious to slow, squeezing and releasing, desperate to make himself last until he could have her. The older man stepped into place and rammed into her, balls deep, thrusting and grinding, slapping her ass until her nether cheeks were a bright, rosy red, and then finally allowed himself to cum with jet after jet of spunk flooding her pussy until it oozed out of her cunt and ran down her legs and into her high-heeled boots. HE allowed all who desired to fuck her as many times as they had jizm to shoot into her cuney-hole –– her cherry asshole was forbidden to any but HIM; HE stood to one side, calmly watching the drivers and HIS initiate, making sure she was worked well, but safe. HIS reward would come later, when she was no longer filthy from other men's cum and defiled by their touch. Tonight was about her initiation. After all the drivers had hobbled away to their rigs, too spent to get up another erection or move any faster, HE gently seated her in the car, then walked around to sit next to her. HE pulled away the nipple clamps and softly massaged her nipples and breasts, gently stroked her labia, and leaned in to kiss her softly as his thumb circled and stroked and pressed her clit, HIS fingers in her pussy, pounding into her as HE had hours earlier. HE watched her struggle between the desire to please him and the deep need to cum. her hips bucked helplessly into the cool night air, breasts jiggling and swaying as she thrashed in the car seat, her head twisting side to side, desperately wanting that release but afraid to ask for permission. And at last HE said, "Cum" and HE sat back and watched.