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It's About Time

By: Sugarsprinkles



She wasn't fully asleep, but she wasn't really awake either. She was having that dream AGAIN. 

Dreaming about HIM. What was that old Disney song? "A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes?" 

That was certainly true for her - - she had wished it many times. She wished that HE, and not that impersonal alarm clock, would be the one to wake her in the morning. But as much as she wished for it, and even dreamed about it, she never really thought it was possible. He belonged to someone else - he couldn't dare to let it happen!

Still not fully asleep - she heard the bedroom door open - that wasn't unusual - since it wasn't really her room there was always someone coming in to retrieve something. She barely even 

noticed anymore. She'd maybe slightly open one eye to see who it was. If it was someone who belonged there she'd simply turn over and go back to sleep, after making sure she was covered. 

She had hated nightgowns and pajamas all her life, so she slept in the buff.

But this morning was different. Her dream, her wish was about to come true!

When she heard the door open she looked to see who it was, ready to turn over and go back to sleep. She couldn't believe her eyes - it was HIM - it was REALLY HIM!! She smiled and reached out her arms to him. He smiled back at her - eagerly embraced her....."Hey Baby!" he said softly so no one else would hear. 

She responded in kind.."Hey Baby! I can't believe you're really here." At that he placed his finger on her lips indicating that he wanted her to hush. "Shhhhhh!" He took his finger away from her lips, replacing it with his own lips. She responded eagerly to his kiss, her tongue searching for his. It had been so long since they had been able to share even a kiss. She could feel her juices beginning to flow already. She held him tighter, pulling him down to her - 

wanting to feel his weight on top of her. He whispered to her "Slow down, Baby! There's no hurry. No need to rush this time." At that he raised up off her and repositioned himself alongside her, gently held his one hand along the side of her face. He leaned down and brought his lips to hers and oh so tenderly kissed her. A kiss so tender that she could barely feel it - until his tongue began to search for hers. But even this is soft and gentle - soft and gentle and very, very sensual.

He removed his hand from her face, and used it to pull her closer to himself, while he gently pushed his other arm under her neck, cradling her head in the crook of his arm. His free hand now slipped down to her breasts. His fingertips barely grazed her nipple as he cupped her breast. He held it in his hand as if weighing it like a ripe grapefruit. Then he pinched her already hardening nipple - not too hard but it sent a current of electricity straight through her body - from her breast all the way to her sex! Her breasts had always been very sensitive and she adored it when they were the objects of loving attention, especially HIS attention. She could almost cum from them being played with just right. When she felt that jolt from him pinching her nipple she jumped a little and moaned in his ear. He loved to see her reaction to his touches and movements. That turned him on almost as much as anything else. He leaned down and took her breast in his mouth - and as he did his hand trailed down her side over her ribs and came to rest momentarily on her Rubenesque hip. While suckling her breast he pulled her closer to himself. He pressed his hardness into her - knowing it would turn her on even more. He flicked his tongue over her nipple while he 

squeezed the other one with his other hand. She was enjoying this so much! She whispered to him "Oh Baby! I want you so much!" He pressed himself against her harder, released her breast from his mouth momentarily and told her, "I know..............And I want you too Baby. But we always have to rush...Don't you wanna make this last as long as we can? Please, Baby, let's take this gift of time and really MAKE LOVE!" She pulled him even closer to herself and kissed him deeply and lovingly, giving him the sign he'd hoped for, the sign that that told him she wanted the same. 

Secure in the knowledge that she wanted it to be as special as he did, he broke the kiss, pulling his lips away from hers. At first she made a small sound of disappointment because she loved kissing him almost more than she loved making love with him. But he quickly changed her disappointment to enjoyment. He went from kissing her lips to kissing her cheek and then just below her ear. He could feel her shiver from the goose-bumps this gave her. He moved down to her neck, kissing her in that one spot just below and a little bit over from her ear that really turned her on. She leaned her head to one side exposing even more of her neck to him. He didn't disappoint her. He proceeded from her neck to where her neck met her shoulder - and continued kissing her until her reached her breast again. He took her breast in his mouth again, drawing it in, filling his mouth, running his tongue all over it. Welling up from her very depths a low guttural moan escaped her lips. At that he released her breast, and began to kiss her between her breasts, and then he tenderly lifted each one in turn and kissed under them, causing her to shudder. He proceeded to kiss her all over her torso, making sure to kiss every inch of skin possible. When he reached her belly button he kissed it, then ran his tongue around the outside. She was so turned on - she wanted him to take her NOW! But she also wanted their long awaited love-making to last forever. 

"Oh Baby, you're making me crazy!", she panted. 

"Good! That's what I'm trying to do", he replied with a wicked smile.

At that he returned to kissing her body - his hungry lips kissing and caressing all the way down her ample belly until he reached her triangle. He kissed her where her legs met her torso. It was such a sensitive area - ticklish and sexually sensitive at the same time - and an area usually neglected, but not this time. He ran his tongue up and down that crease - first on one side then the other - tracing the outline of her triangle, but careful not to directly touch her sex. She could barely control herself - thrashing and tossing her head from side to side, her long hair becoming a tangled mess. She couldn't take much more - she reached down and grasped his head and lifted it away from her body. He understood and brought himself back eye-to-eye with her. She kissed him fully on the lips, a kiss filled with all her desire and passion. "It's your turn now.....I want to love you sooooo much!" Then she kissed him again - this time on his forehead, then on each eyelid, then on his nose, back to his lips again. Their lips parted - their tongues entwined, dueling, tangled in their passion. She kissed him all over his neck and then down his chest. She let her tongue flick over his nipple. The sensations surprised him - he'd never had any other woman kiss, or lick or otherwise stimulate his nipples. It really aroused him. So much so that a groan escaped his lips - a sound that seemed to rise up from his very core.She smiled to herself, content that she was giving him as much pleasure as he gave her. Since his nipples were so sensitive, she continued - licking and nibbling on one while pinching the other. He began to raise himself up, pushing his hard manhood against her, wanting her, needing her. She reminded him of his words "'Don't you wanna make this last as log as we can?'" He answered, "Yes, Baby! But I don't know how much longer I can wait - you're driving me nuts. I want you so damned bad!" She told him he'd just have to wait a while longer, then proceeded to kiss down his torso. She only got part of the way down his body before he could contain himself no longer. He pushed her away and onto her back and firmly and insistently took her by the knees and spread her legs apart.

He positioned his hard-as-granite cock at the entrance to her dripping wet pussy. She braced herself, expecting him to plunge into her hard. Instead he only pushed in enough to let the head slide in and then pulled out again. She groaned with disappointment. Seeming to appease her, he entered her once more, but only a little farther than before. She held her breath again, expecting that full-force 'I've got to have you now' plunge. Again she was frustrated as he withdrew. "Oh Baby, come on!! Why are you torturing me?"

"Sweetie, I'm not 'torturing' you. I'm just trying to make it last."

At that he once more slid his manhood inside her. This time he got about half way in. He just held it there for a moment, letting her think the teasing was over. Just as she started to raise up to force him in deeper, he pulled out! Oh, how she cried out "NO!! Don't stop!!!" as he withdrew one more time. 

"What's the matter? Can't you take it, Baby?"

"NO, damn you, I CAN'T take it!"

This time instead of pushing in a little farther, he let his shaft rest it's full length along her fully engorged lips and slid himself up and down her slit, coating himself with her fast-flowing love juices. He could feel her clit growing larger and harder as he moved his cock back and forth, pressing harder against it each time. Her breathing became more and more rapid and he knew she was about to burst. He continued sliding up and down against her clit until he felt her start to cum. He pulled his cock away, moved down a bit and covered her pulsating pussy with his mouth, forcing his tongue between it's spasming walls and greedily licking up all her juices. When he finished drinking every drop he lifted himself up and kissed her so very tenderly, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue.

As they were kissing she reached down and took his cock in her hand and began stroking him. It only took a moment or two and he was hard as a rock again. As they broke their kiss she slid down, him on all fours above her, and took him in her mouth. She ran her tongue up the underside of his tool from his balls all the way to the tip. And then took his whole cock - every inch of it - in her mouth. She reached up and took his ass cheeks in her hands and with just a little pressure, let him know she wanted him to fuck her mouth. He was only too happy to give her what she wanted. He stroked slowly at first, working his way into a rhythm. She really loved it. Her moans vibrating right through his shaft told him so. He stroked faster and faster, nearly gagging her and when he felt his orgasm approaching he pulled out and sprayed his hot load all over her body. 

He looked down at her as she smiled back at him. He began to rub his cum into her skin, coating her stomach with it. Leaning forward he kissed her on the lips, exploring her mouth, his semen smearing between their bodies. He kissed his way down her neck, licking and biting along the way. His hands roamed up and down her body. Taking her large breasts in his hands he held and squeezed them causing her nipples to harden, beckoning his lips once again. Their eyes met once more as his mouth reached one of her hard, hard nipples, his eager tongue flicking at the tip. Then his mouth closed over her entire nipple. He sucked gently at first, then a little harder, biting just a little, feeling her grow harder in his mouth. As he moved from one nipple to the other he felt her squirm under him. Still caressing her full breasts, he slowly kissed his way down her body, tasting his cum on her skin.

He kissed all the way down to her mound, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. As he moved down he kissed her clit, just once, very quickly, trailing his tongue down across her open wet pussy., tasting her sweet juices once again flowing out. She couldn't believe he had her turned on again so quickly.

He continued kissing her all over, his lips holding her love lips, licking them. As he moved his hands down he used his calloused, but gentle, fingers to pull her open, completely exposing her very essence to his loving eyes. Leaning forward he pushed his tongue deep inside her. In and out, up and down, he moved his tongue, tasting her, making her writhe and moan below him. When he felt she was ready he moved back to her clit and sucked it slowly into his mouth as he pushed two fingers into her love tunnel. He began to fuck her with his fingers as he sucked on her hard clit. He knew it wouldn't be much longer.

He kept moving his fingers in and out as his tongue danced on her clit and his other hand squeezed her breast and tweaked her nipple. Faster and faster he plunged his fingers in and out of her, his tongue grinding into her clit. Her hips began to rise to meet his face. Then her pussy began to quiver around his fingers, her hips bucking into his face as another powerful orgasm crashes over her. He pulled out his fingers and again sucked eagerly at her flowing wetness, drinking as much as he could. He held her by her ample hips, his mouth still on her pussy as she rode his face, crying out with every wave of her orgasm and coating his face with her fluids. As her orgasm subsided he kissed her pussy gently, then moved up her body to her lips, again letting her taste herself on his lips. She returned his kiss eagerly, licking her juices from his lips.

By this time his cock had grown hard once again. He rubbed it against her slick, wet slit, rubbing the shaft over her clit. Instinctively she spread her legs wide for him, hoping that she'd finally feel the full 10" of his manhood inside her. He pulled his back, and locking his lips to hers, pushed into her in one hard thrust while at the same instant his tongue invaded her mouth. He held himself still inside her, loving the feeling of her sugar walls squeezing him tight. Then he slowly and deliberately pulled out and finally started to fuck her - very slowly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying hard to pull him tighter into her, needing so badly that feeling of fullness. Thrusting in and out, his mouth moved to her breasts, again teasing her nipples with his lips. He pushed forward, bringing his shaft against her clit, thrusting harder and faster, driving himself into her! His shaft rubbing over and over against her love button starts to drive her close to yet another climax.

The bed was rocking with the power of his thrusts and he could feel her hard clit rubbing against his shaft. He pounded harder into her, his balls slapping against her ass, her juices making everything slick. He looked into her eyes, and begged her "Cum again for me, Baby! Squeeze my cock hard! Cum for me!!" She did as he asked, squeezing his cock as hard as she could as her pussy spasmed repeatedly with yet another orgasm. She thrashed around under him, her pussy squeezing him so very hard. He rode her orgasm, holding her tight as her shaking subsided.

Pulling out of her, he took her by the hips and rolled her over, pushing a large pillow under her hips. She couldn't believe he had any more in store for her. "MY GOD, Baby, how much more do you expect me to take??"

"As much as I have to give, and you have NO idea what's in store for you!"

As he finished speaking he reached under the mattress. Unbeknownst to her, he has a surprise hidden there for her. He took out a small, slim vibe and rubbing it over her pussy lips, getting it nice and lubricated. He moved forward and pushed his still throbbing cock into her pussy, pushing all the way in, and then slowly inserting the vibe into her tight rosebud, inch by inch, rotating it just a little. Once it was in he began to fuck her slowly. As he got into a rhythm he turned the vibe on and started to fuck her ass as well, pumping in and out of both her holes. She began to moan, her moans turning to screams, screaming louder with every thrust. The combination of sensations nearly overwhelm her and she comes close to passing out. He felt himself getting close and unable to hold back much longer. He sped up, pounding himself into her with wild abandon. Fucking her hard and deep, he felt her begin to orgasm again. Her pussy squeezing his cock was all he could take. Tossing the vibe to one side, he grabbed her hips and like a wild animal used her for his own pleasure. He needed to cum, and he needed to cum NOW! She could tell he couldn't hold out any longer. She cried out "Yes! Oh, Baby, Yes!! Cum, Baby!! Cum IN me! I want to feel you cum deep inside me!!"

He pushed deep into her with one final, furious stroke. His hot cum squirted into her love canal, pulse after pulse of hot sperm filling her up. "Yes, Baby!! Fill me with your love!! Give it ALL to me!!", she cried out again.

He held still as the last of his cum was milked from him by her pulsating pussy. As his orgasm subsided he pulled back from her and collapsed on the bed next to her. Gathering her in his arms, he held her close, stroking her long, dark hair. She spoke softly. "Sweetheart, that was the most wonderful loving I've ever had! I've never, ever felt so loved. Thank you so much for making today so very special!"

He replied, "Oh, Baby, believe me, the pleasure was all mine!"

She rested her head on his chest, relaxing, and listening to his slowing heartbeat. They drifted off to sleep, coated in each others juices, wrapped in each others arms and each others love.

It's About Time



It had been years since I had fooled around with another guy. With only a couple of experiences under my belt, neither of which are much to talk about, and a new ex-girlfriend, I decided I should go exploring, again, into the world of men.

So I sat down at the computer one night, horned out of my mind, and logged into a gay chat room that had local guys. By this point I hadn't had sex in two months, not since the ugly breakup with the "ex". So here I am naked and alone nursing a hard-on at home and on the prowl for some hot guy to service my growing needs. I start chatting with this guy "Eric", nothing particularly sexual, just exchanging pics and talking about past experiences. I tell him I hadn't had sex in two months and that I hadn't been with a guy in almost five years. That I was actually kind of nervous about it, so we talk more about sex. 

As we are talking I start stroking my hard-on in anticipation of him asking me over. Precum dripping from my cock now. Now he's telling me about this party he's having at a nearby hotel later that night, and that I should come join them. Completely anonymous, no pressure. I could even just stand there, watch, and jack off. Sounds good to me I tell him. He tells me when and where and gives me the password. I had to chuckle at the idea of having to knock on a hotel room door and whisper a password. Which ended up being "manshank". By now though he tells me he has to log off and go prepare, buy more condoms and lube. We said our goodbyes and I told him I would think about it. Now by "think about it", I meant go jack off until I cum. Cause by then I was ready to shoot my load all over the keyboard. So I headed to the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, which has a huge mirror behind

. Squirt some lube in my hand and jack off. Slowly rubbing the underside of my cock. Watching myself in the mirror, I gripped my slick cock harder stroking it a little faster. I watched my bicep contract and then my pecs. It wasn't long before I coaxed a thick rope of cum out of my hard cock. It shot all over the mirror. I laughed as I leaned in a licked the mirror clean. I jumped into the shower to wash up, I was still horny as hell and decided that I would take Eric up on his offer. I still had a few hours before I was supposed to be in the hotel room, so I took my time in the shower. I paid special attention to my ass, even worked a couple fingers into the tight hole. Which got me all hot again, couldn't help myself from rubbing another one out with fingers in my ass. So for the second time in twenty minutes I had gotten myself off, and I wanted more. After the shower I got dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt, going commando tonight, and flip-flops. Easy on, easy off.

In the car on the drive over, I started getting nervous again. Wondering what I was getting myself into. Hormones won out though and I continued on my way. I left a few minutes late, knowing that I didn't want to have to wait for other guys to finish arriving. So got there close to the time Eric told me he would lock the door and not let anyone else in. I walked into the hotel and past the front desk. Eric had already told me exactly where the room was. Went to the elevators and pressed the button to the third floor. Out of the elevators and to the left I continued down a long hall and arrived at my destination. I stared at the number on the door for a second before I knocked. "It's now or never," kept running through my head as I considered bolting back to the elevators. I heard footsteps behind the door and it opened a crack, I leaned in closer and whispered "manshank", the door swung open a there stood a big naked man, and by "big" I don't mean fat I just mean that he wasn't a skinny little boy. His cock hung there half hard and it was already eight inches. I couldn't wait to see it in action, fully aroused. My cock stirred in the loose jeans. He smiled big and told me to come in a get comfy. I smiled back and walked past him, I heard him close and lock the door behind me. 

I walked into a room with other naked men standing around the perimeter, stroking there cocks. On the bed were two guys, younger than the rest, about my age actually (23). They were a couple of good looking twinks. They were 69'ing already, obviously to help get the other guys going. There were piles of clothes everywhere. I walked to an unoccupied corner and started taking my clothes off and putting them in a semi-neat pile. As I turned around I noticed the two twinks on the bed weren't "performing" anymore they were repositioning themselves so that they were flat on their stomachs with their nice tight asses high in the air. I heard moans of approval from the rest of the room, my cock was performing its own approval as it started making it way toward the ceiling. All the cocks in the room were standing at attention and I was pleased at the size range, nothing smaller than my own. Which stands proudly at a thick seven inches. Two guys were approaching the bed, my hand went straight for my cock. Their cocks zeroed in on the tight twink asses in front of them, and plowed straight in. I was amazed that the two bottoms didn't scream out in pain, on the contrary they loved every inch that invaded them, pushing back hard. I realized then that I must have missed the lubing portion of the performance earlier. I mentally punished myself for not arriving sooner. 

By now my cock was screaming at me to get it some attention. So I quickly took up position in front of one of the boys getting pounded, he greedily sucked my cock into his mouth. Immediately he deep throated me, it had been a long time since I was serviced this well orally. I felt his tongue lick at my balls. I started pulling in and out. Each time I pulled out he would suck on it fiercely, apparently not wanting to spare any inch. So I would send it back home hard, back to the deepest parts of his mouth and throat. At that point I felt something cold on my asshole, I looked over and saw a guy reaching down to my ass, he looked over and smiled at me. He had lubed his fingers and was gently pushing them inside me. I moaned and held the back of the twink's head steady, gently fucking his mouth, it didn't take much because of the force of the guy fucking my lil cocksucker. All that pounding and the feeling of the fingers inside my virgin tight asshole, sent me to orgasm fast. I shot a big load deep into his mouth. He sucked hard, like a hoover, sucking up every drop of cum in my softening cock. The guy next to me pulled his fingers out of my ass and I collapsed backwards and banged my head on the wall, I laughed as I rolled out of the way. 

I went to the bathroom and got a cup of water and came back and sat down in a chair. As I sat there I noticed that another guy had taken my place at the cock suckers head. It was hot watching the two boys get fucked and so greedily they sucked at the same time. I closed my eyes and moaned, then I felt someone sucking on my balls. It felt good after the cum I just shot. Slowly I felt my new cocksucker start to suck the underside of my shaft, I opened my eyes and saw the guy that had been fingering my ass. He looked up and smiled at me, now I realized that it was Eric. I looked down and smiled and patted his head. He took my semi-hard cock in his mouth and gently sucked it. I felt his fingers sliding up into my ass again. It felt good with the blowjob he was giving me. I knew I wouldn't cum, and I think he knew that too, but we both wanted to see me hard again. So I leaned my head back and enjoyed the finger fucking and blowjob. Wasn't long before his expert cock sucking had me rock solid again, I looked down at him and smiled. He knew I wanted a piece of ass. 

So he got up and waved me over to one of the twinks, by now they had been really worked. I walked over and turned one over onto his back, he instinctively pulled his leg up to his chest. I slid my cock into his warm wet ass without any problems and started pounding away. This was going to be a nice long hard fuck. I was going to enjoy this. My cock slid in and out slurping each time I sent it back home. I was loving every minute. I leaned down so that I was on my hands and knees. Driving my cock deep into his hole. I knew I was going to cum soon, I greedily started fucking him. I was just about to cum when I felt my ass explode, ripped apart. It hurt so good. I was surprised and came in my boytoy's ass. 

After collapsing on the boy for a minute I leaned back up and looked me hind me to see who had invaded my tight virgin hole. It was none other than Eric with his thick cock buried deep inside me. I could feel his balls resting on balls. I moaned loud as my ass got used to having something so big inside it. I had never been fucked before, I hadn't planned on getting fucked tonight. But here I was with a large cock deep inside my ass. After a minute I started to push back into Eric and his massive member. Slowly he started to work his cock in and out of my tight ass. After about twenty minutes of working me while on my hands and knees he turned me over onto my back. I pulled my legs up and he slammed his cock back home into my waiting ass. He started working it harder and before long he was fucking me just like one of the other bottoms, but I knew I was a lot tighter than they were. 

I looked over and the other bottoms were taking a well deserved break, the other guys gathered around the bed, stroking their cocks. I looked at one guy right in the eyes and opened my mouth. He climbed onto the bed and presented his cock to me. I took it into my mouth and put my hand around the base of his thick shaft. Slowly I work it into my mouth, it was hard I had never sucked a cock while getting fucked. After a few seconds I got a rhythm going and I was sucking him while stroking him. He seemed to enjoy fucking my mouth. I took my mouth off his cock, still stroking it though. I looked to the other side of the bed and looked another man right in the face and opened my mouth. He took the hint and climbed onto the bed as well. I started sucking him while stroking the other cock. Eric was still fucking me hard I squeezed my ass around his cock, I could tell by the look on his face he wasn't going to last much longer. I continued sucking the two cocks in front of my face at the same time while stroking each man's shaft. Now I heard Eric groaning, I felt him tense up and he unloaded into my ass. Not long after, the two cocks in my mouth came all over my face and in my mouth. I licked them clean before I started trying to lick the cum off my face and fingers. 

By now another guy had come to take Eric's place in my ass he slowly fucked me. I pulled away from him and told him to lay down on the bed. He did as was told and I straddled him and plopped my ass straight down on his thick hard 10 inch cock. He moaned loudly and I leaned down with our chest rubbing against each other as he pushed deeper inside of me. I wasn't satisfied though. This new feeling of being a cockslut pleased me and I wanted more. I reached back and start to finger my asshole along side the thick cock that was already invading it. I looked at a guy stroking his hard cock and winked at him and nodded towards my ass. I wanted his cock there too. He grinned and big cheesy grin and went and kneeled behind me. I felt his cock head at my filled hole, he slowly started pushing in. my ass stretched reluctantly, it hurt. But I wanted two cocks there more than anything right then and I wasn't going to let a lil pain stop me. I moaned fiercely and motioned for two more guys to get their cocks sucked, they jumped at the chance to get serviced. I sucked on each cock. Deep throating one and then the other, moaning the entire time. My own cock was on fire, leaking massive amounts of cum. 

I took a second to look back at the two cocks trying to occupy the same space. The second one was in. they were just sitting there. I wiggled my ass around them both. And told them to fuck me . They laughed at their new toy and started to fuck me slowly, it took a couple minutes for them to get a rhythm going but soon they were fucking me hard. When one was out the other was in and vice versa. My ass was in heaven. I shot a load onto the chest of the guy that was under me. I went to work on the cocks that were still in my hands. I sucked them both and stroked until they came until my mouth and on my face. I came two more times while they came all over me. Both of my fuckers started tensing up and they both came at the same time. They filled my ass with cum. It dripped out as they took their cocks away, I was left feeling empty. I collapsed on the bed sweaty and covered in cum. I fell asleep as another guy was fucking me, but I had no energy left. 

When I woke up the next morning I was alone in the room, still naked and covered in cum. I went and took a shower, as I came out of the bathroom I noticed note from Eric, on the table in front of the window. It thanked me for a great time. And told me when the next "get together" was and the new password "cockslut". 



It's About Time



Jenn and I have been friends for a long time. We lived together in college and then after several years apart, teamed back up again in a new house. All of the time we lived together we had never even so much as kissed. We lived together for a short while and she met a man and decided to move out to live with him. One day while she was moving a load of her stuff out, I wandered into her bedroom to snoop around. There was a pile of her clothes on her bed and perched right on top of the pile was a pair of her panties. Yellow with red polka dots. Being alone in the house I took advantage of the situation. I picked up the pretty little things and held them in front of me. I had watched her ass thousands of times over the years but seeing these panties in front of me made it all the more real. 

I imagined her pubic mound right behind the crotch of these little beauties. I had an irresistible urge to experience her scent. Next thing I knew, I had pulled the cotton crotch right up to my nose and inhaled deeply. I could smell her musk very clearly now and my cock became harder then I can ever remember. I took several deep breaths and with each one became more and more entranced. 

Now, I wanted to taste her, so I began to lick the crotch of her panties. My mind became hazy and all I could think about was licking her pretty little snatch. As I stood there in her dimly lit bedroom with her panties in my mouth, I began to sense that I was being watched. I turned around and looked right into her eyes. I was mortified. Here was one of my best friends watching me eat the crotch of her panties with an enormous bulge in my pants. I couldn't say anything. I expected her to completely freak out. 

Imagine my surprise when she smiled and said, "It's too bad I'm not on the receiving end of all that action." Jenn has what I consider to be the perfect body type. She is about five foot 9 and 160 pounds with wonderfully large tits and Mae West hips that top off a gorgeous ass. She was wearing tight fitting jeans and a baby doll t-shirt that barely contained her 38 DD chest. At first I wasn't sure what to say or do, but I figured if I had gone this far I might as well go for broke. I replied, "You could be if you wanted. All you'd need to do is lie down here on your bed." She did just that. She walked past me without breaking eye contact and proceeded to lie down on her bed with her legs over the side and her feet barely touching the floor. Her long golden hair framing her face and head. 

I knelt in front of her and ran my hands gently up and down both of her legs. I brushed lightly across her pubic mound and she turned her head from one side to the other. I placed my nose right into her camel toe and inhaled deeply. Her musk was much stronger then the crotch of her panties. I was now totally committed. I began to run my tongue up and down her crack right through her jeans. She started to moan softly and roll her head back and forth. I slowly reached up with both hands to her crotch and began to unbutton her jeans. In one long painfully slow move I unzipped her jeans and began to slide them off of her sexy hips. She lifted her ass just enough for me to get her jeans completely off then set it back down on the bed. 

She was wearing crimson panties and there was a spot of wetness in the center of her crotch from my tongue-lashing. I licked her again through the crotch of her panties and since the material is significantly thinner than her denim jeans, I could actually part her labia with my tongue and taste her sweet nectar. She was now holding the side of my head with both hands, trying to pull me inside her as I engulfed her sweet pussy with long slow licks up and down. She removed one of her hands from my head and used it to pull the crotch of her panties to the side so I was now in direct contact with her clean-shaven sopping wet snatch. I ate her like she was my last supper. She then lifted her legs to my shoulders and pulled my face so tightly into her crotch that I had difficulty breathing. She tossed her head back and tightened every muscle in her body as she climaxed and covered my face with her sweet juice. I continued to lick until I had consumed it all and her pussy lips and clit could not handle anymore of my attention. 

She lowered he feet back to the ground and began to run her fingers through my hair as I lay on her mound looking up into her eyes. I had wanted for so long to have some kind of physical relationship with her and it had finally happened. My face glistened like a glazed doughnut from her snatch nectar and my nasal cavity was filled with her musky scent. I asked her if I could keep the yellow polka dot panties as a reminder of this. She said that I could have the yellow ones as well as the crimson ones she was wearing, but, if I wanted a real reminder of this event, I should trade her places.

But that story is for another time...



It's About Time



Ryan sees her there again. He smiles. She's been sitting at the bar for awhile now. The ice in her glass melting. He can see the watery substance rest on top of the amber liquid the bartender served her earlier. He remembers the first time he'd seen her. She alone then too.

He watches her toy with her drink, the straw bobbing up and down. His eyes scan her red hair and full figure. He winks at the little blonde bartender, and casually makes his way to the red-head. 

Kim feels his presence. She doesn't need to turn around, nor does she need to talk. For months they dodged suggested looks and heated glances. Now the one thing they both want is within their reach. He places his hand on her shoulder. Her cheek nuzzles against his firm grasp. "Are you ready?" he asks her. 

"Yes," she tells him. He helps her from her seat. "Kim," she says. 

"I know," he answers. 

Her lips lift in a smirk. "Ryan?" she asks, though she knows she's right. 

He nods his head and lifts her hand to his lips. "Any other questions?" 

"No," Kim tells him. 

They move through the bar. Ryan leads. Kim follows. Soon she's in his truck, sitting in the middle, straddling the column. Ryan's hand moves to her thigh, rests firmly, and he looks down at where his tanned skin contrasts against her white flesh. 

He starts the vehicle. Every time he changes gears his hand rubs her leg. Her skirt rises up. "Panties?" he asks. 

Kim looks over at him. One of her hands play with the dark, brown locks of his hair, the other begins to travel up her other thigh. She laughs and runs a long nail down his cheek. "Check," she whispers. Kim leans in and trails her tongue over the curve of his ear. 

"I plan on it," he tells her. His eyes never leave the road, but his hand moves. His hand travels where his eyes would like to be. He skates his fingers up her leg. Ryan feels the heat of her cunt rolling over him. He's pleased when his fingers feel the slick pussy that he's imagined beneath his lips.

"Mmmm...," Kim whimpers. Her eyes flutter close, she opens her legs wider, and pushes her skirt up higher. "I stopped wearing panties the day after I saw you in the bar. I figured there was no use, since you made them so wet and they were always in the way when I had to fuck off in the ladies room."

Ryan toys with her pussy and sends a second finger in with the first. He looks in the rearview mirror and sees Kim's lips part, her tongue snakes out to moisten them. His fingers move deeper. "You're tight," he tells her. His fingers slide in and out as she flexes her muscles around him. 

Kim lays her head on his shoulder, her eyes remain shut, her pussy begins to throb harder. "Oh fuck," she mutters under her breath. 

Ryan grins and starts moving his fingers faster and faster. His eyes shift from her face in the mirror to the road. "Can you come Kim?" he asks. 

She bites her lip; he watches her head shake yes. She floods him. Her entire body shakes as she releases her climax and her fluids slide down her sex to gather against his fingers and palm. 

As she shatters Ryan smiles. "Beautiful," he tells her. He pulls his fingers out, brings them to his mouth, licks and sucks them clean. "Wonderful," he says. 

Kim sits there recovering from his touch. She feels his hand moving again. His arm sliding along her thigh brings her back to reality. She realizes they are closer to their destination. "Your place?" she asks. She slips back to her side of the truck and watches him shut the vehicle off. He turns to her and grabs her left wrist.

"Yes," he tells her seconds before pulling her back across the seat. His tongue dives into her mouth, strokes the soft muscle, and he places his other hand on her hip. 

Kim's body flames. Her sex quickens and her mind swims in pleasure. The grip on her wrist and her hip tighten. Her free hand slides to his thigh, runs up his leg, and begins a firm assault on his cock. She pushes down on the stiff bulge that continues to grow as she works her tongue along the side of his wet muscle. 

He releases her waist, cups her breast, and begins to knead it through the material of her spaghetti-strap blouse. The large globes had swayed since the second time he'd ever seen her. He knew she'd stopped wearing a bra... at least when he saw her at the bar she wasn't wearing one. 

Now, he finds himself within a few millimeters from caressing the nubs that torment him. He's been wanting to do this more months. His fingers run over the nipple. It lifts. He pulls and teases it with his fingertips. "The bra?" he asks after he leaves her mouth. 

"Stopped wearing those too," she grins. Kim slips her hand inside his shirt and her fingers travel up his chest. She tilts her head as his mouth moves to her neck. The warm tongue begins a journey over her flesh, until it reaches her ear. He traces it. She sighs in pleasure. 

His fingers move away from her breasts and back to the slick pussy he invaded earlier. Ryan pushes two fingers against her cunt and begins to rub it hard, pressing it into her pelvic bone. He then starts to pinch and pull it. His tongue slides into her ear, his other hand holds her wrist immobile. 

Kim's muscles clench around his fingers, her hips lift and fall. "Ryan," she gasps. Her sex rocks against his hand. She bites her lip, releases it, bites it again. She isn't sure what to do. She wants to continue touching him, but in a second she is lost. Her fingers curl around the hair on his chest. She pulls herself into him and she whispers in his ear, "I'm coming." 

Ryan slides his tongue to the spot that radiates her pulse against her skin. "I know," he growls and sucks in her tender flesh. He feels her release again. He marvels at the passion that the young woman has and finds himself thankful to have finally made that first step. 

Her juices flow thick and hot over his hand. He strokes her pussy with his come soaked palm. His fingers tug on the red trimmed bush, they are a promising toast for more to come. He leaves her sex and this time he shudders as Kim cleans his fingers. 

Kim licks her lips and watches as he finally opens his door and walks around to assist her with hers. They walk together toward the porch of his ranch house. Two consenting adults, each one wanting something from the other. Both not knowing where it will end in the morning, neither one caring.

They enter the house, he closes the door behind her. Ryan falls to his knees and presses Kim into the door. Her hand grabs the knob, the other hand grabs his head. 

"Your scent fills me," he whispers. Ryan's fingers grip her waist. The soft flesh is teased with firm strokes before he pulls the skirt down over her full hips and thighs. He stares at the beautiful red hairs that were trimmed recently. He smiles up at her. "Perfection," he says. 

A whimper of delight escapes her lips as she hears his words. She steps free of the skirt. Kim feels his fingers make love to her leg as they skim down her thigh, knee, and calf muscle. She looks down, watches him lift her foot. The five inch stiletto now rests on his shoulder. His mouth now rests on her ankle. 

"Ohhh...," she mutters. "That's nice," she tells him. She'd never had anyone worship her ankle before. A spark runs through her leg; she shivers with girlish pleasure. The smile on her face erupts and Ryan is lost in its brilliance. 

His tongue slips over the hard bone. He bites her flesh and then he stops. He sees a prize that glistens with the succulent juices he's craved for so long. "I need to taste you, Kim," he says. He scoots closer to her cunt. Her leg moves with him over his shoulder. 

Kim feels his tongue slide over her pussy. "Oh God," she hisses. Her muscles contract and she shivers. Nectar falls from the pot and Ryan laps it up. He looks up the length of her body. 

"Watch me Kim," he says. 

She forces her eyes to flutter open. She stares down at him. His tongue is poised at the bottom of her slit. She bites her tongue and gazes as he runs the length of her pussy with the wet muscles. "Jeeze...," she hisses again. "Damn," she gasps. She can see the liquid slip onto his tongue. She witnesses the gathering of it and watches him swallow the treat she's offering to him. 

He laps again. She purrs. He smiles and goes in for more. His fingers join the assault. One of them invades her as the others just massage the lips. His eyes are heavy with desire as he gazes upon the succulent fruit displayed before him. He pushes his tongue against her clit. Every patch of skin he has beneath his lips is given a scorching touch. 

"Baby," Kim mutters. "Suck my pussy lips... one at a time... please...," she begs him. Her fingers tighten in his hair. "Your teeth too...oh Ryan... please, please use your teeth."

Ryan grins against her cunt. He opens his mouth and begins to gnaw on her. Gently he chews his way around it. He doesn't bite hard enough to tear her or hurt her, but she knows he's there. She shudders and tightens the pull on his hair. 

Her clit is a match now, burning and slowly being consumed. He stops biting and begins to pet it with long licks, soothing the heated strip of flesh. The tip of his nose nuzzles her sensitive bud while his tongue licks the lips of her sex. His finger had paused briefly while he adored the thin strip of flesh now though it begins its quest to seek out the hidden treasure buried deep inside her. 

"Would you... oh fuck Ryan... oh fuck... please hurry," she growls low. Kim doesn't recognize her voice. She is heady with passion and desire. It oozes from her just like the sweet juices of her arousal does. 

Ryan hears her. He listens and a second finger, then a third are plunged into her depths. His mouth pulls and sucks on the right lip, then the left. Over and over he dives his thick fingers into her cunt while he marks her lips with little pussy hickeys. 

Kim pulls at the handle of the door, her grip tightens. Her fingers twist his hair, bringing a wince to her lover, one that goes unnoticed to her. She only can feel. Her head slams back against the door, but even that pain is nothing to force her from the moment of release. She screams his name as her body explodes. 

"Yes," he growls seconds before her come spills out to greet him. The sounds of him sucking, her honey-covered fountain, mingle with the cries of "don't stop" and "oh fuck" and "Ryan." He pushes his face in deeper, removes his fingers and it is as if she's uncorked. The thick, creamy syrup runs free and he is there, mouth open, and accepting of the precious offering. 

"Delicious," he says. He drops her leg from his shoulder and stands. His fingers raise her blouse. She lifts her arms. Ryan twists the material tight and Kim finds her hands bound in her shirt, her head covered by the shirt. 

"Oh fuck," she groans. The first touch she feels is a come-covered tongue that streaks across her right nipple, then over to her left. She can't see him. She can only feel and hear. 

Ryan admires the large breasts. His spare hand comes up and cups her right one. It is full and overflows his big hand. He lifts it up higher, stretching the skin almost to the point of pain. Her legs shift. He hears her whimpers from behind the makeshift hood and restraints he created with her blouse. 

"Shhh...," he tells her. "I'm here."

She quiets, not out of fear, but out of need. She needs to calm herself. If she doesn't Kim knows she will miss something. She will miss some feeling that runs through her. Concentration is the key to feeling and she longs to experience everything. 

Ryan returns his attention to her right breast. "My God your beautiful," he whispers. His tongue traces the rose colored areola. The bumps and ridges form beautifully under his caress. He nips her extended nipple, pulls it back, stretching her breast. He releases her tit, watches it bounce and sway, before he dives in again. 

Sparks of electricity run through Kim's nipple. She squirms, wanting to thrust her hands in his hair, but unable to because he still has her restrained. Her eyes clench tight, she thrusts her boobs further into his face. "Ohhh... ohh...," she mutters through the cloth.

Ryan's tongue travels between her breath, captures her other nipple, and treats it the same way as the first. He pulls, bites, stretches, and teases the luscious pearl until he sees her foot stomp against the floor. She's holding back, wanting to prolong her release. 

He pulls the shirt from her head and arms, drops to his knees again, and orders her to come for him. She showers his face. He drinks her nectar. Ryan covers her pussy with his mouth and sucks the fluids as Kim climaxes again. 

Kim gasps. She feels as if she were a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Every time she comes, there is something left behind. There is a feeling that there is more. There is another orgasm hidden and her body is desperately trying to reach it. 

"Oh baby," she whispers. He moves up her body, licking her stomach, her left nipple, her right. Finally Ryan reaches her mouth again and he shares with her the mouthful of come he saved for her. 

Ryan shoots the honey into her mouth, tilts his head back, and watches her savor the juice. She absorbs its saltiness and as she swallows the liquid heat she tastes a hint of sweet syrup. She hungers for more and thrusts her tongue into his mouth. 

Kim cleans his mouth, strokes his tongue, and laps at his teeth. Ryan takes her hand and leads her away from the door. They stop in the kitchen. He retrieves the small bowl of fresh fruit on the table, grabs a bottle of wine from the rack, and hands it to her.

"Prepared?" she asks, a smile lights up her face. 

"You have no idea how long I've fantasized about you. How many times I wanted to make you come. All the ways I've wanted to have you thrashing under me. We have a long night ahead of us Kim... a long erotic night."

She shivers as his words make love to her thoughts and she pictures some of her fantasies and she wonders if perhaps they can play out some of hers. 

The click of her stilettos echo down the hardwood floor as he continues his path to his bedroom. Ryan's cock is hard, yet he knows he'll not allow himself to come until he is ready. 

This night is for the woman who he saw at a bar months ago... a woman that looked lost, alone, hurt, confused. But most of all she looked untapped. Tonight is about her and he plans on tapping every spot on her that he can find.

"Wait here," he tells her. He opens his bedroom door, takes the wine from her hand, and closes the door behind him. 

Kim waits in the hall. Her stomach does flips as she listens to his footsteps behind the door. She hears him open and shut drawers. When he opens the door she looks up at him. He takes her hand and leads her into the room. 

The room is dimly lit. A small lamp rests on a bedside table. Its light cascades a glow over the pillows and radiates further touching the thick carpet. Another light flickers in the bathroom, its door stands open. She glances and sees a large 3-wick candle. She breaths in the scent that is trying to fill the room. 

"Vanilla?" she asks. "How did you know?" 

"I asked the bartender. I knew you and she spoke a lot. I hoped one day you'd mentioned to her anything personal... you did and she shared with me," he tells her. 

Ryan stops and pulls her into his arms. He circles her waist, holds her close, and kisses her neck. His teeth tug on her skin, he sucks greedily from it. His mouth moves to her lips and they kiss once more. 

Kim's fingers slide under the back of his shirt and she scraps her nails over the slick muscles. The sweat is beading under the cotton shirt and she slips her hands back to his waist and eases the shirt up. 

As the shirt rises up her mouth takes in his nipple. She licks the hard bud, he removes the shirt. She's lost in the taste of his skin. Her tongue circles the dark circle, her teeth pull at the tender morsel. He drops the shirt and pushes his hand through her silky tresses. "Mmm...," he mutters. 

"Like?" she asks. 

"Yes. Bite me," he tells her. His voice is thick with desire. He feels her breath against his skin and knows her mouth is opening wider. She bites his nipple. At the same time she twists the matching pearl with two of her fingers. "Oh... yes," he whispers.

She grins and continues to tease his nipples, alternating between them with bites, strokes, and twists. "More?" she asks. 

Ryan's cock jerks in his pants. "Later," he answers. It is a hard decision, one that he hopes he doesn't regret. He wants to come in her and on her. He wants to bury her in his juices, but he wants to drive her to the peak he knows her body has not yet reached. 

Kim whimpers, but relents. She steps back and waits. 

"Lay down," he tell hers. She moves to the bed and climbs on. 

"Oh fuck. Stop," he says. 

She smirks. She rests on her hands and knees, her ass proudly displayed for his enjoyment. "You like?" she asks. 

"Fuck yes," he answers. His hands move to her hips. He runs his palms over her round ass. Gently he massages her cheeks, kneading the soft flesh, squeezing it, watching her body begin to slowly pump the air underneath her. His cock hurts as he watches her support her weight on her knees and one hand. The other hand takes possession of her tit and she teases the nipple. 

Kim hears his intake of breath. She hears the clicking of his belt being released. The thump of his shoes hitting the floor bring a smile to her lips. She flexes her ankles. She feels her shoes still molded to her feet. A thought crosses her mind and she finds herself wondering if he'll leave them on her all night. 

"Lovely ass Kim," he mutters. He runs a finger down the crack before bringing his hands to his pants and releasing the button and zipper. The air roams over his swollen shaft. His hands pull down his pants and briefs. The sound of tearing plastic fills the room. The slick condom encases his dick like a second skin. 

His cock pulses. It has a mind of its own. It wants to fuck the tight ass, the slick pussy, the eager mouth. But Ryan commands it, controls his desires and instead brings his hands to her hips and rolls her to her back. 

"Baby... I'm so wet, so hot...," she mutters. She presses herself into the cool blankets and waits for him to begin his assault once more on her flesh. Something tells her she will be up for hours. She wonders for a moment... how long can he last. 

Ryan opens the wine. "Spread your legs," he tells her. She does. He doesn't care about his bed, he's wanted this woman far to long to care about anything but her pleasure. 

The wine is drizzled over her pussy. His throat suddenly goes dry as he watches the white liquid slide between her hot lips. He dribbles more over her. He watches it travel through her trimmed curls. They glisten as the lamp's light waltzes over her skin. 

She shivers as the moisture runs over her sex, coating her clit with expensive nectar, and continues its journey down to soak into the blanket. Her eyes catch a glimpse of his hand moving to take a several blackberries from the bowl on the night stand. A shudder slides up her spine as she imagines the places the blackberries will go. 

"I'm so hard for you," he whispers. The blackberries are smeared over her tits. The juice stains her white flesh. He mashes the large globes; they drip with juice and blackberry meat. 

Ryan looks over her sticky figure and smirks. "I suddenly find myself very hungry," he says. 

"Thirsty too, I hope," Kim adds. He laughs and settles himself between her thighs. He lifts one then the other onto his shoulders. 

"God you smell exquisite," he says. He gives her one last look before putting his mouth at the top of her sex and licking his way around her trimmed hairs once more. He laps up white wine and clear honey. He drinks from her perfect cunt and drives a finger to stir in the sexual juice and the white wine. 




It's About Time



Troy Kettles stared intently through the moving wiper blades as a steady rain beat upon his windshield as he headed south along I-75. He grumbled to himself and cursed his fate. He had hoped to be alone with Erin, but they would now be stuck indoors with too many people milling around for them to really talk. That was too bad because he really wanted to get to know Erin all over again.

Erin Mackay was Troy's first love and he was seeing her again for the first time in over ten years. She called him to personally invite him her parents 50th wedding anniversary party.

"You've got to come," she pleaded with him over the phone. "There's so much we need to talk about." Troy didn't need convincing.

A rumbling thunder in the distance seemed ominous as the further south he drove, the blacker the clouds seemed to become.

His thoughts drifted to his early teenage years when they first started dating, if you could call it that. Every once in a while, Erin would invite him over along with some of her friends and spend the evening playing games, cards, or records. It was before he had his drivers license and Troy's parents would drive him the half hour to Erin's house and stay with her parents until the party broke up. Troy and Erin's fathers had been best buddies growing up in the 1940's and 50's so it was a good time for them, too.

Every Memorial Day and Labor Day, Erin's parents would invite Troy's family over for a cookout. Troy would always have a great time with Erin and he couldn't wait to get his license so they could go out together. Before he could invite Erin out on a real date, though, he met her future husband at one of the picnics. He took it hard, especially since he now knew Erin obviously didn't have the same feelings towards him. Outwardly, she treated him the same as always; smiling, friendly, and the normal chatterbox she was around him.

Troy wasn't particularly impressed with Jake, her beau. Four years her senior, he had already graduated high school and was a mechanic at one of the local repair shops. Finding him neither witty or charming and seemingly being nothing but a hard drinking teenager, Troy wondered what she saw in him.

In his eighteenth year, Troy was invited to their wedding. Briefly considering not going, he went anyway and had a dismal time. He did dance once with Erin at the reception, but couldn't tell her he was happy for her. How could he? How could he be happy for her when he knew in his heart Jake was totally wrong for her? 

Was Troy the right one for her? He couldn't honestly say he was considering they never really dated, but they had always liked each other and he would have welcomed the opportunity to find out.

Troy's mind flashed forward to her parents 25th anniversary party. Coming alone with three small children in tow, Erin greeted him with the same friendliness and smile as always, but she couldn't mask her sadness when he asked about Jake. It came as no surprise to Troy to find out Jake was on a fishing trip and couldn't be bothered to come. They talked endlessly, but he received no particular satisfaction upon hearing her troubles as she poured out her feelings about her husband and her life with him up to that point. He could only feel sadness for her.

"The only good thing about this marriage are these kids," she said to him. "They're my life."

There was no surprise when he heard they divorced a year or so later. They kept in sporadic contact with each other over the next few years as she moved to West Virginia to be with her sister. Troy had married by then to a sweet girl named Amy whom he had met through a mutual friend. Erin was invited to the wedding, but didn't come.

Troy broke out of his thoughts and concentrated on the task at hand. The rain was coming down harder and sky was blacker. Immediately, it reminded him of the day of his wife's funeral with all the gray and sadness mixed in. Only three months after she had been diagnosed with cancer, she was taken from him. She was only twenty six and they had been married but two years. Their daughter was only a year old at the time. 

Erin traveled the five hours to be at the funeral against her new husband's wishes, but she didn't care. They had been corresponding a little more often by then, especially during those last horrible weeks when he needed to talk to someone, anyone about what he was going through. Troy remembered her hug near the coffin as if it were yesterday instead of eighteen years. It lasted a long time and it comforted him more than he could tell her. 

It would be almost ten more years before he saw her again, this time at her parents 40th anniversary party. A warm hug was her greeting and they talked for quite a long time. He also met her husband, Harry, who eyed him warily. Troy was later told Harry glared at him every time he was around Erin. This struck Troy as being odd and he laughed when told of it. He thought it to be ridiculous for Harry to be jealous of him, especially since they lived five hours apart and only saw each other every five or ten years. Yes, they still sent cards, letters, and emails to each other, but it was entirely innocent. He was past that stage in his life. In fact, he dated very little since Amy passed and spent his energies taking care of his daughter, Sarah.

Now, it was Erin who seemed to be reaching out to him. He had planned to go to the party anyway because he liked her parents and they treated him like family. Little did Troy know, but Erin's mother confided in Troy's mom how disappointed they had been that Erin and Troy had never got together and how disappointed they had been in Erin's choices for husbands. Not that it really mattered. Troy hadn't been happy with her choices, either, but that had never been any of his business. From her letters, she hinted at being unhappy with her second husband, but it never went beyond that. Erin never was open to Troy about her second marriage, only revealing glimpses and glances of her married life. All her daughters were grown, so it was just the two of them.

Troy followed the familiar route to her parents house, making turns here and there until he came upon their street. As he neared their house, both sides of the tree lined street were filled with cars and he knew it would be quite a walk for him once he found a parking space. Eventually, he did find a space not too far away. When he arrived at the house, the door to their three car garage was open and many people he didn't know were milling about or watching the rain beat down on the pavement.

Closing his umbrella after entering the garage, Troy looked around for a familiar face. Finding none, he placed his umbrella in a corner and made his way into the house. Almost immediately, he saw his parents talking to various persons in the living room. They would be celebrating their own 50th anniversary in the fall of the year. He greeted his white-haired mother with a hug before introductions were made to the strangers with whom she was speaking.

"Erin asked about you," his mother said a few seconds later. "She wondered if you were coming."

"She did? I told her I would when she called last week." He scanned the room, but didn't see her. "Where is she?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen her for a while."

"Okay. I guess I'll look around for her."

He left his mother with her friends and mingled about the main floor. He talked to a few people he knew, mainly Erin's brothers and sister and a few of her cousins he knew from years before. He saw two of Erin's daughters sitting on the sofa and couldn't believe how much they had grown. They were each a younger version of their mother, although perhaps just a bit prettier.

Not seeing Erin anywhere, Troy moved towards the kitchen. Erin's mother, Dorothy, spotted him and edged over to him.

"I'm so glad you could come," she beamed before giving him a light hug. "There's plenty to eat, so grab a plate and dig in," she continued. "Erin's around here someplace, but I'm sure you'll find each other soon enough."

"I guess we will," Troy answered. "Where's Robert?" Robert was Erin's father.

"He's probably downstairs telling stories or something." She rolled her eyes. "Now, you go get something to eat and we'll have a nice long chat when this crowd thins out. I can't believe we invited this many people!" She rolled her eyes, shook her head and hurried off to another part of the house.

Troy wasn't all that hungry at that time, but the veggie tray appealed to him, so he got a plate. He picked a few carrots and celery from the serving dishes and spooned some of the dip onto his plate.

"Well, it's about time you showed up," a familiar voice said behind him, her soft West Virginia drawl coming out.

Troy smiled to himself and slowly turned in her direction. The surprised look on his face amused Erin as he stared. 

"What happened to your hair?" he asked. He had never seen her in any way except with her long, strawberry blonde hair hanging straight down her back. It had been cut short in a very fashionable style, the curls from her fresh perm framing her face nicely. She was still the pretty woman he knew for so long.

"Well, isn't that a nice greeting? I had it cut and got rid of some other baggage along the way." 

She looked at him through her pale green eyes. He hadn't really changed too much over the years. A little grayer and a bit heavier perhaps, but his brown eyes were just as warm and expressive as ever.

Troy put down his plate as Erin moved towards him and reached for him. She hugged him lightly before letting go.

"I'm really glad you came," she said softly. "I have so much to talk about."

Troy looked around, but didn't see her husband. "Where's Harry? Back in West Virginia?"

"I suppose," Erin sighed. "We divorced a few months ago."

Troy blinked, but regained his composure. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, you're not," Erin giggled. "I know you better than you think. You didn't like Harry and I know you hated Jake."

"Well, you're right and wrong. I didn't give a thought about Harry one way or the other, but I can't say anything good about Jake after the way he treated you. I am sorry that you divorced."

"Are you?" She studied Troy for a moment to see if he was telling the truth.

"I never like seeing you unhappy," he answered.

"I'm not unhappy," she exclaimed, touching his arm. "I get to spend the rest of the day with you!"

She led him down a hallway to her father's study away from the crowded kitchen and living room. It had stopped raining by then and some of the guests were roaming the back yard. Erin looked out the window and smiled.

Turning back to Troy, she said, "Remember all those games we used to play out there when you guys would come over for Memorial Day?"

Troy smiled and nodded. It brought back happy memories.

"Sometimes, I wish we could go back and relive those days. We had so much fun."

They sat down on a small sofa near Robert's desk.

"Can I ask you something?" she looked at him seriously.

"Sure."

"Why didn't you ever ask me out back then?"

The question caught Troy off guard. He thought it was quite obvious why he never did. 

"My God, Erin, you were dating Jake when we were fifteen! What was I supposed to do? I had no job and I didn't get my license until I was seventeen. I couldn't compete with him. Besides, you were head over heels for him and you know it. That's a pretty silly question to ask."

"I suppose so," she agreed. "I wish you had, though," she said in a low voice.

"What?"

"I wish you had asked me out. Maybe I wouldn't have screwed up two marriages if you had done that." She shook her head from side to side slowly.

"That's a pretty unfair statement," Troy countered. "We were only fifteen back then."

"But, don't you wish we could go back and do it all over again? God, if only I knew what an ass Jake was, I never would have married him. We did have great kids together, I'll give him that."

Troy sat back and thought for a moment. "We always have regrets and think things could have been different. I don't know."

"Can I ask you something else?"

"Of course."

"Do you regret us not getting together?"

Troy looked at her. "I think it would have been nice to find out, but I would never give up the time I had with Amy. I can honestly say those were the best three years of my life. I wouldn't give those up for the world. Plus, I got Sarah from her."

"Where is she?" Erin asked.

"She's back at Penn State taking summer classes to get ahead."

"Very studious, just like her dad."

Troy smiled at the compliment. He was very proud of the fact he had raised her in a time when single fathers were rarely heard of. Of course, he had help from his parents, but he was the one who tucked her in at night, played games with her, sat with her while she did her homework, and helped her through puberty and boys. She was Amy reincarnated and he never forgot that.

"She's got her mom's brains, that's for sure."

"Don't sell yourself short."

"Alright," he said sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

Erin stood and walked to the window once more. The sun was starting to peek out from behind the clouds and it was turning out to be a pretty nice day after all. Troy looked at her in admiration. Sure, she was older and had put on a few pounds, but she still looked good for forty- four.

"Care to take a walk?" she asked.

"Sure," he replied. "Let me finish my plate first."

Minutes later, they were strolling her old neighborhood. Every once in a while, a breeze would blow through the trees sprinkling raindrops upon them. It was becoming warm and sticky now as Ohio's mid-July humidity was taking hold. When they came to a small park, they sat down for a minute.

"How long will you be in town?" he asked when they had been seated for a few seconds.

"Only a few more days," she answered, thinking about saying more, but letting it go at that. "Do you think about her?" she asked out of the blue.

"Who?"

"Amy."

Troy sighed and looked down. "You know, when she died, I thought I would never get over it, that I couldn't possibly live without her. I thought I would be a horrible person if I didn't mourn each and every second of the rest of my life. But, time does strange things to you. First, I didn't think about her every second. Then, it was every minute or hour. Nowadays, I think of her from time to time. I thought about her today on the way over. The rain reminded me of the day of her funeral. Things like that remind me of her. Silly things, I guess."

"Those memories aren't silly," Erin countered.

"No, I guess not. I remember you came to the funeral. You really helped me a lot that day.."

"I did? How?"

"Just being there. I didn't expect you to come."

"I had to."

"Why?"

"It was the least I could do."

"I don't understand."

Sighing, Erin stood before looking back. "It seems like my timing has always been wrong when it comes to you and me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I married Jake without ever dating you or ever trying to find out if you wanted to date me. When I got divorced from him, you were already married to Amy. When she died, I had just married Harry. We just kept missing each other, Troy. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry. Things sometimes happen that way."

"I was angry when you and Amy got married."

"You were? Was that why you didn't come?"

"Yeah. I was stuck with a loser and Amy got the winner." She crossed her arms and looked away.

"Well, I wasn't too thrilled when you and Jake got married, if that makes a difference."

"It does," she said, "but at least you came to my wedding. I should have done the same for you."

"You were very pretty that day. I was jealous as hell!" he laughed.

"How sweet of you to say," she said as a smile peeked out. "I'll bet you cut a handsome figure in that tux, too."

"I don't know," he said softly. "I wish you had come, though."

"For revenge?" she laughed lightly.

"No," he answered. "I was really disappointed when you didn't show. I just wanted to see you, that's all. I wanted Amy to meet you, too."

"I guess I should have met the woman who was lucky enough to snare you." Erin sat down again next to him. "How come you never married again?"

"Oh, there were a number of reasons, I suppose," he sighed. 

Troy looked away with his hands folded in front of him as Erin waited for him to continue. "There was a lot going on during those years, you know, taking care of Sarah and my work. At that time, I know I thought no one could take Amy's place, so why try? By the time Sarah was old enough to start asking questions about her mother, I felt I had been out of the game too long to start dating again. Sometimes, I think I was wrong for not marrying again and giving Sarah a mother figure. But, I guess she turned out alright."

"More than alright," Erin countered. "You did a great job."

"My folks had a lot to do with that."

"I'm sure they did, but you are her father and you should take credit when you deserve it."

"I guess."

Troy tilted his head towards the sudden stiff breeze that swept through the small park. The sun was beating down on them and it was hard to believe a storm had torn through there just an hour before. He turned back to her.

"You know, it's always been so easy to talk to you. Even when we were teenagers, I never had trouble talking to you, never felt nervous like I did around other girls my age."

"Come on, Troy, we were always friends. For as far back as I can remember, we had you guys over for picnics and stuff like that. You were always easy to talk to, too. I can't believe you were nervous around other girls. It seems so unlike you."

"Why did you start dating Jake?" he asked, changing the subject. "I could never understand what you saw in him."

"Jake," she said bitterly, "was really nice when he wanted to be. Plus, he had a car and a job and he took me places, places where I shouldn't have been at fifteen. He was exciting, the bad boy kind of date, I guess. You were right a while ago when you said I was head over heels for him. I was and I was an idiot. My parents tried to talk sense to me, but I wouldn't listen. I thought they were being mean because they didn't like him. If I had only listened. Six years of marriage was way too long."

They sat in silence for a few minutes as a few squirrels playfully frolicked nearby. A young couple walked by arm in arm, casually strolling as if they had all the time in the world to take in the beauty of the day.

Erin wistfully wished for a simpler time long ago when life wasn't as complicated and all she had to do was worry about her family, friends, school work, and her wardrobe. Thirty years had gone by in a wink of an eye, but here beside her was the same person with whom she had talked so easily before. Sure, the subjects had changed. They had certainly changed, but in her eyes, he was still the same gangling teenager with the crooked smile. She had been such an idiot for pushing him aside all those years ago.

"So, what are you going to do now?" he asked, breaking her thoughts.

"Well, I'm not too sure right now. The kids are on their own and I have this big house all to myself. I'll probably sell it and give half of the money to Harry. He deserves that, at least. We had some good times together. I guess I'll find a small place and get settled. Other than that, I'm not too sure." She smiled at Troy. "What about you? What are you up to?"

"Nothing much different than what I have been doing. I have a few more years until I can retire, but I don't know if I will." He was a sergeant for the Kettering Police Department. "Getting Sarah through college is top priority right now."

"Do you think you'll start dating again since she's grown and basically on her own?"




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He looked at Erin thoughtfully. "I truly don't know. I haven't given it any thought for such a long time." He laughed. "I probably wouldn't know what to do!"

"I don't think you'd have any trouble."

"Maybe not," he said, looking directly at her, "but if I did date again, it would have to be with someone very special."

Erin smiled to herself thinking perhaps he was sending a signal to her. At least she thought it was a signal. She slowly placed her hand upon his and squeezed tenderly.

"Anyone who dates you would be very lucky, indeed." She smiled at him again. "How about us continuing this walk. I need to stretch my legs."

"Sure."

Troy stood up quickly and extended his hand to her, helping her up from the bench. They went through the park and ended up in an adjacent neighborhood. This area resembled her parents neighborhood, but appeared to be more shady. They were quiet for the first time all day since he arrived, but it wasn't awkward. Within minutes, Erin linked her arm through his as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. Troy smiled at her, amused by her actions, but liking it very much. It was a comforting feeling having her by his side and walking arm in arm. He hadn't felt this relaxed with a woman since Amy.

My God, he thought to himself, had it been that long since he thoroughly enjoyed the company of a woman? Had he really put his life on hold that long? He sighed lightly and shook his head.

Erin instantly picked up on it. "Is there something wrong?" she asked.

"No," he said, "there's nothing wrong. I was just thinking about things, that's all."

"What things?"

"Us, I guess. I'm just having a really good time being with you. We haven't talked this much since we were kids."

Erin stopped walking and looked at him. "We've got all night to talk." She looked down for a moment, then back to him. "Can I be totally honest with you?"

"Of course you can." He wondered what she was going to say.

"What I said earlier about lousy timing on my part....I meant every word of it. Once I got into my first marriage, there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't regret not dating you. It's the not knowing what might or could have been between us that's killing me, don't you see that?"

"That's in the past," he said. "We can't change that. You did what you did. I did what I did. We lived our own lives."

"I know we can't change that." She looked at him helplessly. "But, I was hoping perhaps I could change my luck with you after all these years. I was hoping so bad that you'd come so I could tell you how I feel. I didn't know what I would have done if you hadn't come today."

"I'm getting the feeling you would have found some other way."

Erin laughed softly. "You're probably right."

Troy looked at her seriously. "Have you really been beating yourself up over this all these years?"

Erin shrugged her shoulders. "Not all the time," she admitted, "but enough to make myself miserable at times."

"Damn," he muttered. He really didn't know what else to say.

"So, I thought if you came today, we could talk and get to know each other again." She looked down at her shoes, embarrassed. "I've always liked you, Troy." Erin looked back into his eyes, her own green eyes turning misty. "Sometimes, I think I love you..."

"You love me?" he asked incredulously.

Erin nodded. "Sounds kind of silly, doesn't it? We've only seen each other a handful of times in twenty odd years, yet I think I love you." She turned to walk away. "I guess I'm making a fool of myself again."

Troy touched her arm and waited until she turned back to him. He could see tears welling and it reminded him of the time when they were roller skating together down a steep hill. Erin wiped out and opened a nasty cut on her knee. The look in her eyes were the same; pain and fear. He stared at her eyes and could almost imagine looking at her as a twelve year old again. Troy couldn't help but to smile.

Perplexed, Erin asked, "What are you smiling at?"

"Oh," he explained, "just a memory." He pulled her to him and hugged her lightly. "I guess there's always been a place in my heart for you, Erin. It's funny how things turn out."

"What do you mean?"

Troy nodded and looked away, knowing that even though they were free to be together, fate had intervened once again. The pain of a lost love shown in his eyes again. Troy shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

"You'll be leaving for West Virginia pretty soon, won't you?"

"I'll be here for a few days," she replied, smiling inside.

"So, what happens when you go back? Do we just go on our merry way and hope to see each other in a few years or so? Do we visit each other on weekends?"

"I think we can work around that."

"What do you mean? I can't just pick up and move to West Virginia. You can't either...."

"I already have," she interrupted.

"What?" he asked, not believing what he heard.

"I already have," she said softly. "Do you think I'm going to let you go now? If you do, you're crazy." She touched his face. "When the house is sold, I'm coming back for good. I've had some preliminary interviews with the school district and I think I can get a job teaching here. Mom and dad said I can live with them until I get settled. What do you say to that?"

Troy smiled broadly and was speechless for a few seconds. Laughing, he said, "It's about time we got this right!"

* * * * *

It was well past midnight and all the guests had left hours before. The house was quiet and mostly dark with only a few night lights shining to show the way. Erin and Troy were sitting on the back porch swing admiring the star lit evening and listening to the crickets chirp. Their hands had found each other hours before and it felt good and natural.

Troy checked his watch and was not surprised to find it was after two o'clock. Even though he was excited from the events of the day, his body was weary and he still had a drive ahead of him.

"I should be going," he said softly, almost afraid to break the spell of a magical day.

"I don't want to let you go," Erin replied, holding his hand tighter as if she meant to keep him there. "I'll walk you to your car," she said finally.

Tiredly, they got up and began to walk slowly into the night. Hand in hand, they strolled the tree lined street as a gentle breeze swayed the branches to and fro. Within minutes, they reached his car and Troy now wished he had parked further away.

"Come on," he said, "I'll drive you back to the house."

"It's not far. I'd rather walk."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah."

His back was against his car door as he looked at her. A peaceful smile was etched upon her face and her shining eyes matched his own. Hundreds of thoughts raced through his mind, jumbled so that he had trouble sorting them. So many unexpected things happened that day and lifetime dreams he hoped would happen were possibly coming true.

Troy laughed lightly, breaking the awkward silence that had come upon them. "You know, I didn't even congratulate your folks on their anniversary!"

"I'm sure they didn't mind," Erin giggled.

"This was some day, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was the best," she agreed. "You're stopping by again, aren't you?"

"You know I will. I can't let you go home that easily. Not after this."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Erin glanced down for a second as she bit her bottom lip nervously. "There's one more thing I need to ask you before you go."

"What is it?"

"Would you please kiss me so I know what I've been missing all these years?"

Without speaking, Troy pushed away from his car and leaned forward. He placed his hands lightly on her shoulders and gently pulled her to him.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," he whispered before he kissed her.

He was gentle and tentative at first, barely touching her lips with his own. It was Erin who took charge, pressing herself against him and caressing his face with her hands. Troy relaxed as he continued to kiss her, his hands moving to her back and holding her to him.

Erin felt her knees go weak and her heartbeat race from all the emotions going through her. After all these years, it had finally happened for them. Maybe that was the plan after all. Perhaps this was the time they were supposed to be together. She didn't dare question it for fear of it being taken away from her.

They stared at each other long after the kiss was broken, each trying to read the other's thoughts. No words were spoken and none were needed. Erin's eyes sparkled and she looked skyward to try to avoid crying. That was the last thing she wanted to do.

"I've wanted to feel that for such a long time," she whispered finally. "It was just as wonderful as I imagined." She touched his face lightly. "I was such an idiot!"

"Not anymore," he laughed. He took her in his arms and hugged her tight, kissing her cheek as he did. "I guess we finally wised up, didn't we?"

Erin smiled. "I wised up. You were always there for me. I was just too stupid to realize it until it was too late."

"It's never too late. Especially now."

He let her go, but not before brushing aside a stray tear with his thumb. "No more crying and no more regrets. I think we've done enough of that in our lives."

Erin nodded.

"Would you believe me if I told you something?" he asked.

She nodded again, wordlessly, her eyes still shining.

"I love you, Erin Mackay."

Erin's mouth trembled slightly from what she heard. She had waited to hear those sweet words from him for almost thirty years. The joy it brought her was immeasurable and she thought she might burst from happiness at any second. She giggled like a school girl as if she were fifteen again. She had almost forgotten what it was like to feel this good.

Erin drew him close until they were mere inches apart. She stared into his soft brown eyes momentarily before saying, "Kiss me again and tell me about it." 



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Note from the author: Before you dive in, I just wanted to say a few words. Mainly just let you know that this is my first attempt ever at writing this kind of story. So be gentle! The song at the end is "Best in Me" by Sherwood in case you wonder. And I wanted to thank TRCIII for your fabulous editing and input. Comments are very welcome. Happy reading!





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"He said that?! No wonder she fainted! She's wanted to hear those words from him since high school. The prick really knows how to pick the opportune moment, huh?" Chad finished, as they loaded the heap of metal that was James' bike into the trailer and thanked the guys for their help. Before he pulled away he assured them they would be notified of his status if anything changed.

The ride to the hospital wasn't long at all, 10 minutes maximum, so Chad wasn't surprised that CJ started to wake up when he pulled into the parking lot.

"What happened? Did I faint? Oh God, that's so embarrassing!" CJ started, as she sat up a little too fast and had to brace herself on the front seats.

"Whoa, slow down, Cal. I've already got one friend in a hospital bed, I don't think I need another. Yeah, you did faint and I'd be surprised if you didn't after hearing what he told you. Don't look so freaked out, Adam Walker told me everything. Real nice guy when he's off the track. Well, now that we're here, do you want to sit in the truck all night or go in and see how James is doing?"

"Let's go in. Slowly though, my head is spinning."





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As their hands began to move more freely, James started to realize how bold CJ was being, emphasized when her hand suddenly began to rub the front of his slacks, causing him to moan a little. That's when James began to fondle her lovely breasts, causing her to moan a little in return.

"Babe, I want you," CJ heard herself say; almost unable to recognize the husky voice that came out.

"Are you sure?" James inquired; he guessed that since she didn't have very many passed relationships that she was still a virgin and he didn't want to take that away unless she was really ready.

"I've never been more certain."





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Well, just fulfilled a secret fantasy of mine I've been carrying around for over a decade now. I'm a fiftyish married guy that was a straight as they come in my younger years and never considered anything sexual that wasn't of the hetero fashion. As I became more involved with computers and the World Wide Web I encountered another world that I had never been exposed to. As I discovered internet porn I would from time to time stumble upon both gay sites and videos or male masturbation videos. The more I found them, the more I became curious about the male genitalia and searched them out. 

I soon found myself fantasizing about doing the things I was watching on the monitor. I would always be on the giving end, not the receiving end and would masturbate while watching. I couldn't believe it but I wanted to suck a dick and have a hot sticky load of cum shot on my face after completing the task. God I'd get harder than I've been in years just thinking about it. Of course being a married, father of three, I was too afraid to actually act on it but as time passed it became almost exclusively my masturbatory fantasy of choice. I would seek out gay sex stories, photos and anything else I could find about man to man sex. 

That is how I stumbled upon a site dedicated to helping like minded senior individuals hook up in their area. Though I doubted I follow through on anything I registered and posted on my profile my status, no experience but a budding curiosity and ready to make the leap. I got several replies, but never acted on any due to what I can only describe as a lack of balls. I go to the site from time to time to see any new members registered in my area looking for a familiar face. Bingo, there was a photo of a guy I had worked with many years ago, Tony, who also was married at the time. I had lost contact with Tony but I appears he came out several years ago and now him and his partner we're looking for someone that could "be the meat" in their sandwich .Of course I hadn't used my real name when I registered and didn't dare to post a picture so I said what the hell I'm going to have some fun with him and replied to his post. I told him of my gay virginity and he replied that both he and his partner would be please to introduce me to the things that up to know had only been fantasy. They had a house with a "play room" and invited me over for drinks and to get acquainted, he was unaware of my true identity at this point. I didn't want to reveal the truth to him until I was sure I could follow through. I thought, what the hell, now is the time and what better way for my first encounter that being with someone I already know, I accepted Tony's invitation for the following Saturday night. 

It just so happened that my wife's sister was in town and they had planned on staying over at our beach condo for the weekend, good for me. I never confessed as to whom I was and you can only imagine the look on his face when he answered the door only to see I was the mystery virgin. After the initial shock we both laughed and he asked me in. I had never met his partner but he looked like he could have been his brother, about the same size and similar features. After a few drinks and small talk Tony asked if I wanted to follow through on my fantasy, I said yes. They walked me back to the "play room" and opened the door, wow. There was a large bed, massage table, sling and table with various anal toys. 

Tony's friend, Rob, took the lead as I sat on the edge of the bed. He removed his shorts and revealed a semi hard cock, it was the first time I'd seen one that was in this condition as I reached out and begin to touched and stroke it. It soon became hard and Tony encouraged me to make my wish come true and go ahead and put my lips around it, I did. It was as if a decade of pent up desire was released on Rod's poor cock as I liked and sucked his dick like a school yard whore. Over the years of masturbatory fantasies I had practiced cock sucking on kielbasa and other phallic substitutes so I was able to deal with the gag reflex when I took his cock all the way down to his sack. Tony let out a yelp and commented that I must have lied about having never sucked a dick after seeing that move. I just looked up and smiled at him. He now had his dick out and was stroking it as I continued to suck his friend Rob. Tony walked over and offered his nice 7" dick to Rob who sucked on it like he has many times before I assume. As Tony was getting sucked he asked me what I thought about anal play, to which I admitted that I had a homemade dildo that I've used on myself a few times and enjoyed the feel once it got in. He said he'd introduce me to a few of his toys before I leave which got my mind stirred up. I continued on Rob's cock until he said he was ready to dump his load. I asked if he'd shoot it in my face as this has always been one of my strong fantasies. He pulled his dick from my mouth and began shooting a large amount of warm cum in my face and mouth. After seeing this Tony pulled his cock from Rob's mouth and added his load to my already soaked face. It was an amazing feeling and all I had thought it would be, hot sticky cum running down my nose and cheeks. I thought to myself, why the hell it took you so long to move on this fantasy. Then my mind wondered to the promised anal play, but that's another story.



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"Wow. What an incredible day." My eyes seek yours across the candle-lit table. Hypnotized by your beauty, I take another bite of the meal in front of me. "This has ben the best day of my life." The disclosure embarrasses you slightly, but I sense from a day with you. The embarrassment is waning.

I lean across the table and kiss you again. Our first kiss happened just hours ago as we met just inside the courtyard of the mall. Since that kiss, our lips have not stopped moving either in conversation or in passionate embrace. Now, I once again feel your tongue seeking mine. Feeling you wrap yours around my tongue and massaging it. I moan in the dark, quiet Italian restaurant.

"Honey? I didn't want to presume that you were going to spend the night with you. So I took the liberty of making arrangements at a nearby hotel."

Your reaction puzzled me. As if there was a combination relief and disappointment. I seek your eyes to reed deeper but failing in the attempt. "Thank you, Craig."

I smile at you. Content in taking things slowly.

I pay the bill and stand. Offering you my hand that you take willingly in yours. "Shall we?"

"But of course." you respond. Draping your hand on my arm.

Since the hotel is close, we opt to walk the short distance. Though it is short, it still takes us hours to reach our destination. Perhaps we shouldn't have stopped to feed the horses that pull the carriages through the plaza.

Maybe, we should have re-thought getting a piece of cheesecake from the cheesecake factory.

It might have been a bad idea to kick off our shoes and wade through the fountains in the park...kicking and splashing each other. The police officers thought it was a bad idea. *sigh*

Still, eventually, we made it to the hotel. I escort you to your room. "Well goodnight, honey." I say, excited about the promise tomorrow brings. "I am already looking forward to tomorrow."

"Me too", you say. Our arms not ready to let each other escape. I touch my forehead to yours. Smiling deep in your eyes, I pull away and make my way towards the elevator.

You stop me. "Craig?"

"Yes love?"

"I...ummmm....well..." You stammer and I smile warmly at you. The elevator reaches the floor and opens. "Would you spend the night with me?"

I am speechless. This request so genuine. This love so wanted. This moment so treasured. Why am I speechless? I am admittedly debating if I should say "no".

I turn back to face you and you flash me that same beautiful smile that captured my heart only hours before; this time with a nervous edge. Returning the warm smile, I reach for your hand. You grin and take my hand. Turning, you place my hand on your shoulder and lead me inside.

We hold a conversation as only long lost friends can while preparing drinks. Occasionally, I peek around the corner to catch yet another glimpse of you. Each time eliciting the grin that drives me deeper in love with you.

You reach and grab both of the glasses from my hands as I re-enter the living room. I lower my mouth to yours as you strain up to meet my lips. Again, we get lost in the moment. Our mouths intent on the intimacy of our kiss. Our tongues dancing. Our fingers locked in another unbreakable grip.

For several hours we sit side by side talking about life, love, and our own pursuit of happiness. With each passing moment, we find ourselves closer in mind, in heart, and in body.

It's past 4 am when we finally discover the time. Time flies when you have fun! "Are you sleepy?" you ask.

"Not exactly," I reply. "The adrenaline rush from meeting the woman I love has not worn off yet, I guess."

You laugh and roll off the couch. "I'll be right back." You explain.

"Or 'BRB' as we so lovingly termed it for the last few months."

"See you are sleepy" you comment, referring to the fact that the sleepier I get, the cornier and more obscure my jokes get.

"Maybe I'll take a nap here as I wait for you." I confess my sleepiness as you duck into the adjoining room.

Moments later, you come out wearing a wonderfully sexy, feminine piece of Victoria's Secret lingerie. My eyes widen and I whistle my approval.

You delight in my gestures and spin slowly. My eyes drinking in your scantily clad beauty. Watching your every move, even as you come take my hand again and help me to my feet. You lead me to the bedroom.

Once inside, you release my hand and turn on some nice, romantic music. Jumping onto the large bed, you spin to face me lying on your stomach. "One of us – (under breath) and I'm not mentioning any names – is like way over dressed." You comment.

"Like, oh my god...I so like am." I banter playfully.

You laugh and roll over, propped up by a number of pillows. You watch intently as I begin undressing for my love. Nervously, I fumble with the buttons of my shirt. Releasing each one only after a bit more effort than is usually needed.

"Nervous?" You giggle.

"Yes." I confess.

It's your turn to confess. "You should have seen me change into this lingerie for you. Talk about nervous."

I guess we both are. I am nervous because I am so in love with you that I want this evening to be nothing less than spectacular." My pants release and fall to the floor. The bulge in my boxers strain against the thin fabric.

I crawl into bed beside you and snuggle in close. I run my fingers through your hair. You talk sleepily. "I am so sorry. I wanted to make love to you tonight."

"You did, honey. You made love to my mind and my heart." I respond. You smile one last time for the night and bury your head in that perfectly fitted place on my shoulder. I kiss your forehead. "Goodnight, my Love."

Wow, what a perfect end to the perfect day. I got a chance to confess my love to you. Again. Perfect end.

[Morning]

And now, with your hand inside my boxers, the perfect end to a day is transplanted by the perfect beginning. Smiling from your touch, I open my eyes to see you peeking down inside my boxers as you massage my cock.

"Mmm. Good morning, Sexy."

"Good morning, Craig." You respond, still focused on the task (literally) at hand.

"A little to the left." I joke and you massage me just a bit to the left of where your hand was.

"What has gotten into you?" I ask, but not for an explanation.

"A new day. A new love. A new expression of that love." You explain in a poetic way. Crawling between my legs and lifting off your camisole and expose your breasts for the first time to me.

I gasp at the incredibly hot sight before my eyes.

"You like?"

"I love." My god, you are beautiful. Did I say those words or were they evidences in my eyes? In either case, you got the message and blush. I sit up in bed and face your topless form.

My hand runs through your hair and down the side of your face, caressing your cheek. You reach to grab it and turn your head, kissing the inside of my palm. Not releasing my hand, you guide it finally inside of your panties, gasping when my fingers run delicately over your clit.

Your hand in my boxers, my hand in your panties, our fingers eliciting pleasure in its most raw form from each other. Slowly, I draw my finger up the length of your opening and out of your dampness.

The disappointment on your face is conquered by pleasure as I bring my finger to my mouth and lick your juices off. "Mmmmmm. You are simply delicious." I continue. "But what about from the source?"

Recognizing what I am suggesting, you grin and lean back in the bed, curling your finger as an invitation for me to approach. I crawl across the short distance to your side and wink at you before kissing you through the thin material of your panties.

You moan as I extend my tongue onto you, massaging your clit through that same thin material. It has got to go. I lick up the crease formed by your thigh and extend my tongue under the waistband, lifting it to my mouth. Slowly, I begin completely exposing my lover as I peel the panties from your body.

I manage to get it completely off and throw it in to the accumulating pile of clothes. You willingly offer your body to me as you spread your legs wide.

The hot breath from my mouth cools on your wetness as I position myself for breakfast. Lowering my lips onto your pussy, I kiss it much like the many kisses our mouths have shared. My tongue rolling over your sensitive lips...up one side and down the other. 

Coming to your clit, I slip my tongue and wrap it around the swollen flesh, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. I glance into your eyes and they reflect the wanton, carnal desire I have for you. Your hands roam your breasts...a bit more than massaging them...a bit less than kneading them.

It looks like fun, so as I am feasting on you, I reach up to run my hands over your chest. You take my hands in yours and together we roll your nipples between our fingers.

Meanwhile my tongue explores the folds and shallows of your intimacy. Licking your clit and lips. Then, plunging into your depths! I hear you squeal and wrap your thighs around my face. Thrusting at my mouth...impaling yourself on my tongue.

I extend my tongue deep inside you and curl up the tip to scoop your juices into my mouth. Mmmm. "Much better breakfast than IHOP." I joke. Your laughter and moans mix as I continue tonguing my goddess.

Both hands release mine and grab onto my hair. Thrusting hard at my mouth...then holding my face fully between your legs. You release an orgasm with a scream.

I drink as much of you as I can but there is simply too much. I catch my breath and rest my head on your naked lap. I smile warmly at you. My lover's sex staining my face.

You roll over and reach for the cami that you shed earlier, using it to wipe my face. As you laugh, you keep saying you are sorry for drowning me. I join the playful banter claiming I wanted breakfast but didn't think I would need a doggy bag.

I roll over on my back, catching my breath from the laughter. There's a shift in the bed and I open my eyes to see you crawling on top of me. Without a word, I see the look has returned to your eyes.

"Ummmm?" I start.

"You don't think I am settling just for oral do you?" You ask as you position yourself over my cock.

"Oh my" is all I can mutter as you push the waistband of my shorts over the bulge my boxers have (to this point) contained. Much to my pleasure, the desire is far too overwhelming for either of us to completely wait until my boxers are on the floor.

I feel your hand grab me shamelessly. Not as a first time lover, but as a long time lover – knowing exactly what you want and certainly not ashamed to take it. I offer my body willingly to the woman who already owns my heart.

You drag the tip of my cock along the length of your saturated pussy. My precum mixes with the remnants of your juices in a delicious foreshadow of what is to come. I sit up and wrap my arms around you as you continue to tease yourself...using me for your pleasure.

The intimacy that we are embracing demands a kiss. Recognizing it, out lips move off each other's skin and onto each other's mouths. With fervor, our tongues press together, massaging, enveloping, tasting.

The cock, which was revealed to you for the first time just moments before, now is slowly hidden again. In its home. In my lover.

Amid a chorus of moaning and heavy breathing, you lower onto my cock slowly – becoming one in such an insatiable unity of body, heart and mind. Your pussy wraps tightly around my cock sending shivers of pleasure flowing like an electric shock through my body and into yours.

Once I am fully inside you, I sigh and lean forward to touch my forehead to yours. Smiling deep into your eyes, I run my fingers through your hair. I caress your goddess-inspired face and cup your cheek in my hand. You turn and kiss the palm of my hand tenderly.

"I love you Craig." You attempt to say, but are interrupted by my own confession of love for you.

I run my fingers once more through your hair. This time I grab your hair and your head tilts back. I move my lips to kiss and nibble on your sensitive neck. Instinctively, you begin massaging your breasts as I feast on your neck. Your own hands assist my whole form in the quest to pleasure your body completely.

As one of your hands caresses your breast, the other runs along my chest. The pleasure so intense, we can't help but writhe against each other. Our hearts pound against each other's chest and soon finds a rhythm and starts beating as one.

Fittingly inspired by our hearts beating as one, our bodies begin to move as one. Driven by the same purpose, driven by the same desire. I cling to you and lift off the bed with you. Then, falling back to the mattress and bouncing...crashing inside you with a raw, animalistic desire enhanced by an emotional high.

I gasp and kiss you deep. My chest heaving against yours with the deep breaths. With your hands on my chest, you press me back onto the bed. Holding your body up, you begin rocking your hips against mine, impaling yourself on me in short, and deliriously arousing thrusts.

The sight before me sends shivers of delight through my body. I see my lover, clothed in the morning's first light. My gaze slowly roams your body. Drinking in your beauty. With no rush, my eyes lower to see my cock glistening with your wetness before you envelop me again. Our pleasure both heightened by the loud moans and screams.

I reach up to roll your nipples between my fingers, tugging them ever so gently. Your countenance changes as you see the playful gleam in my eye.

"Ummm, Craig?"

Without responding, I roll you over onto your back and thrust down, grinding you into the mattress. Returning the playfulness, you tell me that you like being on top and roll me over on my back. Not settling for this arrangement, we roll over and over...each turn pushing me deeper, and more completely, into you.

The laughs echo through the room as they mix with the moans from the sheer pleasure. Soon, we are wrestling on the bed. Our bodies such a tangle of flesh it's nearly impossible to determine where one body ends and the next begins.

The wrestling gets more playful and more intense that, unaware of our position, we roll off the bed and I manage to pull myself under you as we land in the pile of clothes that were shed hours earlier. You land on top of me...driving my cock deeper inside you.

Not letting the humor of the moment overshadow the passion, we continue thrusting madly at each other on the floor. Soon, I warn you that I am going to cum. Instead of climbing off, you respond "me too" and lower back quickly onto my cock.

I reach to hold your hands. Wanting to hold them during the intimacy of orgasm., I feel your fingers curl around mine. I hold your hands tightly, intimately. You pull them up behind you and I kiss your mouth as I sit up under you. Nipples digging into my chest as we continue writhing and kissing.

Moans resonating through the room as I cum inside you. Feeling the flow inside you, you smile and close your eyes feeling your own orgasm release.

I reach up on the side of the bed to grab a pillow. With me laying back, you are content to leave me inside you as you curl up against me, resting your head again in that perfect spot on my shoulder.

"Finally." I whisper and laugh. "Reality is so much better than the dream." I say and kiss your forehead.

We stay curled up on the floor for the better part of the morning. Dreaming. Planning. Loving. Caressing.

Reluctantly, I roll out from under you and get to my feet.

"Love?" You ask. "Where are you going?"

"I need a shower." I respond. I curl my finger at you in an invitation to join me.