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J & I

By: wetallthetime55



We met online, which is often the case in this day and age, and decided to hook up for one time for the real thing, he found a way to come to where I live and we met. I had it all planned out I told him what hotel to stay in and where and when I would finally meet him. The hotel was connected to an Indian run Casino I had him meet me outside the casino at the back parking lot. 

I pulled up in my little black sports car wearing nothing but a navy blue trench coat, stockings and high heels. I got out of my car and, found an outside table and chair to sit at to wait for him. My pussy was throbbing by this time, the anticipation was exquisite.

I sat there contemplating touching my wet pussy under my coat to relieve some tension but a busload of people arrived at that moment. And then I saw him, as he walked out of the casino doors and strode directly towards me with outstretched arms., and I flew into his embrace.

We stood there for some time just holding each other, he was so tall and deliciously hard. He tilted my chin up and kissed me ever so softly, and my pussy contracted in response to his touch. I untied my coat and pressed my naked body closer to him. I could feel his rock hard cock through the fabric of his pants and wanted to take it out and suck him right there, but we both knew it was too soon.

He pulled my coat together and tied it up and we strolled arm and arm into the casino. I could feel my pussy oozing love juices as he sat at a card table, and began to play a hand of black jack while I looked on. I was standing very close to him and began to caress his cock through his pants, he was still hard as a rock and I could feel another wave of juices oozing from my pussy to prepare for him. He used his free hand to stroke my clit under my coat . I had to whisper for him to stop or fuck me before I came right there.

He lost his hand at poker and got up from the table , grabbed me by the arm and led me through the casino into the hotel lobby. We held each other while we waited for the elevator and for the first time really looked at each other, I could see the lust in his eyes just as he could it in mine. 

The elevator finally arrived, we got on and to our joy we were the only ones on it. He immediately undid my coat and bent down to take a very hard erect nipple into his mouth. I reached for his zipper and frantically released him from the confines of his tight jeans, his stiff cock sprung out happy to be free. I grasped it in my hand and started to stroke him but wanted more. I slowly squatted down and took his hard cock into my mouth, but I couldn’t wait any longer , I had to have it inside of me now! I quickly turned around leaning my sensitive nipples against the cold steel elevator wall and begged him to fuck me.

He quickly took position behind and guided his cock into the entrance of my hot wet snatch so very slowly that he drove me crazy. I tugged and pulled on him to fuck me hard and he gladly reciprocated pumping me with the fury of a wild stallion. I moaned in ecstasy and pleaded for more. Just then the elevator slowed to a stop, and pinged it’s arrival at our floor. 

J disengaged me reluctantly, pulled my coat down and his pants up and proceeded to pick me up and carry me to his hotel door, all the while exploring my mouth with his wonderful erotic tongue. 

I found the cardkey in his pants pocket, unlocked the door and he pushed it open with his foot. He strode into the room gently placing me on the huge king size bed. Much to my delight there were mirrors on the ceiling above the bed and I could see every luscious detail of our bodies together.

I began to rip his clothes from him like a wild women as he was tearing off my coat. I wanted to sit on his cock and told him so, he pulled a chair closer sat down and backed me up to him. As I straddled his legs I grabbed his cock and guided the tip of his penis into my cunt and began to push down onto him moaning with pleasure as he began to rub my clit. “You’re so wet and tight baby” he muttered passionately and I ground down on him harder in response as I had my first of many orgasms. 

Suddenly he lifted me from him and placed me on the bed. He straddled my head with his legs and buried his face between mine. I quickly seized his cock in my hand and began to lick and suck his engorged member with fury just as he found my swollen clit, I came instantly, bucking like a bitch in heat. He continued to lick and suck my juices as I came over and over all the while deep-throating his dick and loving every dam minute of it. 

I pulled him from my mouth and pushed him off of me and onto his back and grabbed his dick once again and attacked it with a passion I didn’t know I had. I loved the taste of his cock and hoped he would come in my mouth. No sooner had I thought it, I could feel his dick begin to throb in anticipation . I massaged his balls with one hand and pumped the base of his penis with the other while I sucked him hard. He began a low growl in his throat that elevated to a roar as he shot his load into my mouth and my pussy bucked and I came yet again in reaction to his violent orgasm. I was still bucking slowly as I pulled my head up, licked my lips, swallowed and winked at him. He laughed with that big wonderful smile of his and pulled me to him to kiss me with such sensuality that I melted into his arms. He tilted my face up to look me in my eyes and thanked me with glistening eyes and my heart skipped a beat. I gently kissed him on the lips one last time, rose from the bed, put my coat back on, blew him a kiss and walked out of his life forever…………except for the memory, ah memories! 

J and J



Jenny begged Joey to kiss her and he obliged; it was a dream come true for both and they never thought it could be possible for them to be together. Joey kept on kissing her, moving from her ears to her lips; again and again he pressed his lips to hers. Biting them softly causing her to moan, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue and then pushing it inside, toying with hers. He could fell her hands pulling him closer until there was no space between them, their embrace was so tight it almost asphyxiated them but they didn’t care.

Placing jenny on the bed he stood still admiring her beauty; she only had her panties on, the rest of her clothes had already been taken, she was the most beautiful girl in the world, 5’6” tall with short black hair, the most amazing emerald green eyes and the face of a Greek goddess. She had the perfect breasts, round and not to big but no to small just the perfect size, crowned with small brown areolas and a pair of very hard nipples, her stomach flat and hard from all the exercise she did and round curvy hips. Jenny’s heart shaped butt was what drove Joey crazy, firm, round and perfectly proportioned for the rest of her body. He loved her.

Joey couldn’t stand it anymore and as he began to undress Jenny stopped him, “please let me do it,” she said as she looked into her lover’s eyes. Standing on her knees Jenny began to unbutton Joey’s shirt, slowly and deliberate she did one at a time pausing to kiss every newly exposed part of his torso until she reached the last one. Sliding the shirt of his shoulders he let it fall to the floor as he felt Jenny’s hands unbuckling his belt and sliding it of, then came his pants and again as she slid the zipper down she kissed every part she was uncovering until he was out of his pants and as Jenny, only had his boxers on. Jenny could feel the heat emanating from Joey’s crotch and it only made her hotter than she already was; the bulge his dick made against the fabric amazed her, she had never seen an erect cock before and she couldn’t wait, with one swift movement she pulled Joey’s shorts down her legs and now, right in front of her was what she most desired in the world.

Joey climbed onto the bed and pulled Jenny towards him, now side by side they laid together as they hugged each other. Joey picked where he left off, kissing her again with love and desire, feeling her smooth skin against his, inhaling her sweet aroma, wishing they could stay like this forever. Jenny’s hands traveling all over his strong back trying to memorize everything her hands felt, she dug her nails in Joey’s back when she felt his warm breath on her right nipple. Joey’s tongue was now toying with it, making little circles around it until he took it in his mouth and sucked; she was moaning and pulling Joey’s head closer to her breast hoping he wouldn’t stop.

Everything was new to her, every feeling and every sensation was a new discovery for this young woman who had only turned eighteen a week ago, submerged in her own pleasure she let Joey take her other nipple in his mouth; she was in the brink of her own climax, she could feel it building deep inside of her and when her new lover gently bit her nipple she exploded into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Jenny’s body trashed around the bed jolting up and down as if she was having a seizure, screaming Joey’s name and telling him she loved him. Finally as she calmed down Joey looked at her, she had a smile plastered on her face, which told him she liked what he did to her. Jenny had climaxed and he hadn’t even touched her pussy jet.

Joey continued his ministrations on Jenny as he kissed his way down her torso. He planted little kisses all over her skin until he reached her panties, passing them by he traveled all the way down her long smooth legs; licking behind her knees and tracing his way up to her crotch with his tongue, running it over the white cotton panties which covered Jenny’s pussy. He felt her breathing accelerate again and small moans escaped from her mouth, teasingly he flickered his tongue over her slit causing Jenny to push her crotch harder against Joey’s face. She felt another orgasm approaching and she wanted to feel his tongue on her naked pussy, Jenny begged Joey to take her panties off and he happily obliged. At last she was fully naked and ready for him to continue his assault on her virgin hole.

Joey placed his tongue right above Jenny’s lips licking it all the way with an up and down motion, Jenny was in heaven, he kept his pace up until he opened her slit with his fingers and just stared at it in awe. The lips were pink and inflamed glistening with her own juices and his saliva, the musky aroma which emanated from her was intoxicating for Joey and he knew he had to taste her flowing nectar. Little by little he pushed his tongue inside her, feeling the texture and tasting her flavor; he stayed there for what seemed an eternity, playing with her pussy and being tickled in the nose by her pussy hairs. Jenny was almost ready to explode when he took her clit between his lips and sucked on it, that did it, she screamed with all her might as she grabbed Joey’s head between her legs almost smothering him. Joey kept on playing with her clit flicking his tongue from side to side until she asked him to stop because she couldn’t take it anymore.

When her orgasm was over she felt exhausted, it was like every ounce of strength was drained from her body and she couldn’t move; but she wanted to give Joey the same kind of pleasure he had just given her. Jenny asked Joey to lay on his back as she straddled him, his hard cock pressing against her pussy with just his shorts in between. She began to lower herself down his body, caressing him and kissing him on his bare skin. When she reached his boxers and as she was sliding them down his legs they heard their mother calling them, she had just got home from work. Startled they both jumped out of bed and grabbed their clothes; the last thing Joey saw was his lovely sister running naked to her room to get dressed. He was left unsatisfied but he didn’t care, he loved his sister and that they would have plenty of time to be together soon. 

Dinner that night was like torture, both Jenny and Joey wanted to rush upstairs and finish what they had started, they still were extremely hot for each other and they had some unfinished business, but their mother was home and they didn’t want to risk getting caught; she would kick them out of the house for sure. When their mother wasn’t looking they would tease each other, Joey grabbed one of Jenny’s breasts and she in turn rubbed her brother’s cock thru his pants, she even flashed him her naked pussy since she wasn’t wearing any panties and he definitely saw that she was still very wet; her pussy lips were inflamed and they shone with all the juices from her previous orgasms. They kept their little game all thru dinner and some after the whole family sat down to watch some TV.

Horny as hell they went to bed giving each other a soft kiss on the lips before their doors were closed and when they were sure their mother wasn’t looking. Both of them had a hard time falling asleep, especially Joey who needed some relief; but he as much as he wanted to jerk off he decided to wait until he could shoot all his sperm inside Jenny, that was all he wished for before falling sound asleep. Jenny also had some trouble settling down; she had waited for so long to make love to her own brother and she had almost achieved, she wondered how it would feel and if it was going to hurt. Remembering how good her brother made her feel helped her put those thoughts aside; she felt exited just thinking of their next encounter, about the fact that their love was a forbidden one and most importantly, that she now knew Joey loved her as much as she loved him.

Jenny heard her mother’s car moving out of the driveway and going down the street, she was gone and she wouldn’t come back for hours, she was happy about it and starting to get exited again. After breakfast she took a shower, Joey was still asleep in his room and she didn’t want to wake him, she wanted him to be well rested for her. While in the shower as she soaped her body a tingling sensation ran thru her spine, her moist slit was an indication of how turned on she was and she slowly ran her index finger from the top of her pussy all the way down to her hot hole, feeling her wet pubic her she decided to shave it, leaving only a small triangle on her crotch; she loved the way it made her look sexier.

Finally she heard Joey walk out of his room and going down to the kitchen, she ran to meet him and as soon as she saw him she jumped right into his arms planting a passionate kiss on his lips. While Joey has holding Jenny in his arms they smiled at each other, silently they acknowledge the fact that they were alone and could do whatever they wanted. Jenny and Joey kissed like there was no tomorrow for a few more minutes until Joey decided to take a shower, he could have taken her right there but he wanted their first time to be as perfect as possible; no matter how horny he was and how much his raging hard on was screaming for it. Before going into the shower he asked Jenny to dress as sexy as she could and to wait for him in her room, Jenny did what Joey asked her to do and went to her room.

She looked thru her clothes deciding on what to wear until she found what she thought was the best outfit for the occasion; white high cut lace panties with a tiny strip of fabric in the back and a matching bra, the contrast it made with her tanned skin was stunning. She knew Joey loved her butt and wanted it to look great so she picked the tightest pair of jeans she owned and slid them on; next she grabbed a skin tight white spandex top that her mother would never let her wear outside the house, her breasts looked incredible trapped inside it. Jenny gave herself the once over on the full-length mirror and thought she looked so beautiful, she did.

Jenny waited patiently for her lover to come and make love to her, she was already wet from desire and the dark spot on her jeans was proof of it. Joey knocked softly on her door and waited for her to ask him to come in, when he did his jaw almost dropped to the floor at the sight of her gorgeous sister sitting on the bed. He was amazed on how she looked, he had asked her to dress as sexy as possible and she had managed it with ease. Compliments where thrown to one another; Jenny admired her brother’s masculinity as he stepped inside the room, he smelled great as Jenny recognized his cologne, it was one of her birthday presents she gave him. Jenny thought that was a sweet detail from his part, as well as the fact that he was wearing the clothes she had helped him choose last week when they went shopping.

Not wanting to waste any more time Joey sat on the bed right next to Jenny, their legs touching each other slightly felling the heat emanating Joey grabbed Jenny's face and kissed her. She corresponded to his kiss by opening her mouth and letting her tongue play with Joey’s; they kissed like they had never kissed before, with so much love and so much passion that neither of them wanted to break it up. After a while they fell on the bed side by side, as their kiss continued Joey’s hand began to roam over Jenny's back as her hands did the same; the heat they fell was almost incinerating, never have they experienced something so beautiful but they wanted more. Time seemed to stand still as the two young lovers embraced each other; the world could come to an end and they couldn’t have cared less, all they cared about was their love for each other.

As thing heated up Joey began to fondle Jenny's breasts thru her top, her nipples almost broke thru as her excitement escalated; taking her left nipple between his fingers he gently pinched it and rolled it from side to side causing Jenny to moan in pleasure while she felt Joey’s rigid member pressing against her thigh. When Joey switched to her other nipple she almost fainted and all she could do was to grab her brothers butt and pulled him towards her; the scent of sex flooded the room and they where still clothed, but not for long.

Admiring Jenny's face Joey slowly took her top off; she looked so sexy in that bra that he almost didn’t want to take it off, her breasts seemed bigger than they did the day before, and her nipples were sticking out thru the lace of the garment. Joey stared at her breasts for a minute trying to burn that image into his brain until he moved forward to give her breast the much-needed attention Jenny expected them to receive. Sliding first one strap and then the other off her shoulders exposing more of her firm milky breasts, he let the cups fold down until she was totally exposed to him; Joey couldn’t wait any longer so he launched down and started kissing and licking her magnificent globes without the restrain of her bra. She felt fantastic, the attention he was giving to her was unbearable as she felt her first orgasm of the day approaching; suddenly it hit her like a tidal wave of pure ecstasy, with her hands she pulled Joey’s face hard into her breasts while she called his name endlessly.

Jenny’s orgasm was over and she wanted to return all the pleasure he had given her the day before and a moment ago. Letting go of him she pushed him on his back and unbuttoned his shirt, took it of and threw it on the floor; she traveled his chest with her tongue and played with his nipples, no one had ever done this to him and he loved it. Going further down she helped him out of his pants and also threw the aside, his cock looked enormous under his boxers and when she placed her tiny hand on top of it Joey gasped for relief. Taking that as her cue to continue she pulled the boxers off and now had his cock right in front of her; she thought it was beautiful as she held on to it, warm and stone hard, the skin soft as roses petals, pulsing to the beat of his heart. Jenny was touching her first cock and it belonged to her brother, it couldn’t be more perfect and she wanted to taste it, to try and give as much pleasure as he had given her.

First she touched it with the tip of her tongue and it felt great, with a swirling motion she coated the head with saliva until it was all wet and shinny. Joey grabbed Jenny by the hair as she kept playing with his cock, he felt an impulse to shove all of it down her throat but he didn’t, he wanted her to feel comfortable with it until she decided to take him inside her mouth. It didn’t take her long to do just that; slowly and unsure of what she was doing she took it in a bit at a time, taking her time, getting used to how it felt to have something so big in her mouth. Still taking it slow she started to slide it in and out of her lips, Joey felt the greatest pleasure imaginable as his sister took more of him inside; at last she managed to take it all in, all the way down her throat and back again playing with his balls with the hand that wasn’t holding his throbbing penis. 

Tensing up from the attention his dick was receiving, all he could do was warn Jenny that he was almost there but she didn’t care, Jenny wanted her brothers cum in her mouth and she got it. Screaming in ecstasy Joey released everything he had been saving for this moment, lifting his hips from the bed he sent spurt after spurt of his sperm into his sisters mouth until he had nothing left to give her; Jenny swallowed everything her brother gave her without missing a drop, she was amazing, it was like she had done this forever. After Jenny finished swallowing her brother’s cum she climbed up the bed and kissed him, he could taste himself on Jenny's lips and he loved it; thanking her Joey told her that it was the greatest he had ever had, Jenny just smiled back at him and told him she loved giving him so much pleasure.

Without wasting a second Joey took Jenny's pants and panties in one movement, when he discovered she had shaven her pussy he told her it looked fantastic. Her pussy lips looked engorged and wet than ever, and as he positioned himself between her legs he inhaled the most intoxicating smell he had ever smelt. His cock was hard again and this time it felt harder but he wanted to taste her sister first, diving in he spread her lips with on hand and placed the other at the top of her pussy where he could play with her clit with his thumb. When his tongue made first contact with the newly expose flesh Jenny jumped up on the bed, she was so hot it only took Joey a few more lick to make her cum again, stronger than her first orgasm but shorter in length. Joey kept on licking her and pushing his tongue inside her, tasting her sweet intoxicating flavor while rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger; Jenny couldn’t believe it, she was on the brink of an other massive orgasm and she tried to stop Joey but he didn’t until he felt her tense up and straighten her legs in the air when several tiny explosions went off in her mind and body.

Joey had never inserted a finger inside Jenny's cunt because he didn’t want to hurt her, but now the time had come for them to consummate their love. Climbing on top of her, parting her legs to allow him to place himself between her legs, Joey kissed his sister one more time and asked her if she was ready; Jenny's answer came with a simple gesture, she took Joey cock in her hand and guided it towards her fully exposed pussy. Jenny rubbed the head along her slippery slit, basking on the glory of that moment as she felt the head touch her sensitive clit a few times until she asked him to put it in her.

Carefully, trying to be as gentle as possible Joey pushed the tip inside; Jenny sighed as she realized the moment she had been waiting for had arrived, she wanted him to be buried all the way inside her tight cunt as her hips moved towards his. Little by little he pushed until he was half way in and then he pulled back, moving forwards he managed to insert a little more into the tightest place his cock had ever been in; when he was about to pull back again Jenny grabbed him by the but and pulled him hard on her burying all of his manhood inside, Joey moaned and so did she. She felt no pain but pure ecstasy, she was so well lubricated that his cock slid easily inside and now it was done, she wasn’t a virgin any more and she lost it to the man she loved most in the world; her own brother Joey.

A rocking motion began with Joey impaling himself on his sister and then sliding back out, he could fell the walls of her cunt squeezing his cock as he pushed inside; Jenny could also feel the veins on Joey’s cock as they rubbed along her inner flesh, she never thought it felt so amazing and she didn’t wanted it to end. Joey’s left hand landed on Jenny's breast and he squeezed it sending shivers down Jenny's body, they looked into each others eyes and right then they knew they were destined to be together forever; putting her arms around Joey’s neck she pulled him closer to him so they could kiss while they were making sweet passionate love, the sensations where overwhelming but they kept on going like there was no tomorrow. Kissing, pumping, squeezing, grabbing, licking, fondling, caressing, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears, they continued to make love for a long time. The first one to climax was Jenny, she just held on tight to Joey’s neck and whispered an almost inaudible I love you; for the first time she was climaxing while having a cock inside her and it felt wonderful. When it finally hit her it was so intense she almost threw Joey of her, her entire body tensed as she felt her body going into overdrive and she almost fainted form the feeling; Joey felt her pussy muscles grabbing him tighter than before and something warm oozing out from her cunt, it was all he could take. Pumping a few more times he ultimately let himself go and he released his sperm all the way into Jenny's cunt, more than he released before and with more intensity, he thought his hole body was going to explode as he kept on cumming. 




J & J in Vegas



Juanita was freshly divorced and overwhelmed with rebuilding her life. Her friend Helen called her on a Thursday to tell Juanita that she'd booked a suite for them in Vegas for the weekend and to meet her there Friday afternoon. Juanita was hesitant. She didn't gamble, she hated empty, flashy shows, what was she going to do in Vegas – with Helen of all people?! She and Helen were not close, they didn't even have anything in common except some distant mutual friends. Oh, well, it's paid for...that's very generous. A weekend away may not be a bad idea...

Juanita is 35, a sociology professor, brown-skinned, medium build, great legs, shapely hips and a tiny waist. Her greatest assets, though were her warm, giant smile and her utterly enormous, 100 % natural, genetically generated breasts. She wore a 34HH. It's hard to explain HH. First, a quick lesson in bra sizes: The number is the size of the back and rib cage, the letter is the cup. 34" is about average. HH is way bigger than average. Get the picture? 

Girlfriend was sporting some monster globes. And they were firm too. She always kept them hiked up as high as she could to prevent sag and to keep the damn things out of her way. Often she would stuff them into size G demi bra and they would puff out the top like unruly bread dough. Her areolas were the size of coke cans and when she was turned on, her sensitive nipples protruded like angry gumdrops protesting the confines of the fabric, often creating tares in her expensive undergarments where her nipples had pushed their escape. She went out of her way to find pretty bras too – which is really hard if your tits are that big. Ugly underwear is depressing, she always said. She ordered surprisingly delicate sexy shear lacey things from England with tiny matching panties. Often she's have to order them too small because they just don't make the cute bras that big.

Her style was fairly elegant, but most of the time she wore very low cut tops, not so much to attract any one, but more because the open neck actually made them look smaller. The tops were tight to show off her waist – loose tops made her look dumpy and pregnant. But people were always getting mad at her for showing off her glorious mammeries. They would tell her to cover up, give her dirty looks like she did something wrong. Most women hated her and would openly say so, most men just gawked without saying anything at all. She got so used to the gawking, she'd stopped noticing it. The same way someone with a birth defect get used to people staring rudely. Men didn't hit on her, they'd just stare. So she was rather shy and never dated much. Her now ex-husband was the first man she'd met that would have a real conversation with her. That's why she married him. But that's over now.

Juanita said yes and decided to go to Vegas, if it got to annoying, she could always go hike in the desert or something...or something... She got to the airport late. It being Southwest Airlines, she knew that she was doomed to a crappy seat. She preferred the window, but that wasn't going to happen. Thank goodness the flight was only an hour. Shuffling onto the plane, holding her overnight bag in front of her, she scanned for decent seats and empty overhead bins. At last, she found a bin and was reaching up to cram her bag inside it when she was shoved from behind by someone. Juanita lost her balance and fell forward with her chest right in the face of a man with an isle seat playing with his ipod. 

"Hello!" he said, as he looked into her cleavage then her eyes and smiled. Embarrassed, she didn't notice his flirtation, just the empty seat next to him by the window. She never met anyone on planes except old women with a string of health issues or sticky children. He noticed the embarrassment and the question on her face. 

"Yes, it's open, " he said. She nodded, and slid over him. He did not move to make it easy for her. For some reason, she turned her back to him and crawled over with her lovely round ass in his face. He did not mind and she did not notice. Juanita sat down with a thud causing her tits to wobble in her v-neck as she awkwardly searched around for the seatbelt. The man just watched her, enjoying the scene and her ignorance of his enjoyment. She really was focused rather intently on settling into her seat, buckling up, pulling a book out of her jacket pocket, checking the emergency card in the seat pocket. At last, she sat still, with her head back, eyes closed, chest heaving. The man really wanted to just lean over, pull out one of those sweater puppies, and suck the hell out of it. His penis stirred as he thought of it. He went back to playing with his ipod to take his mind off them. 

The plane took off and he had to put his ipod away. Juanita opened her eyes and started to read her book. 

"What are you reading?" he asked. She looked a little startled, she wasn't used to men talking to her at all. 

"Oh, I'm just re reading this book by Jung about synchronicity..." she said more to the book than to him. 

"I'm J," he said smiling. 

She turned her head slightly, sheepishly saying,"Juanita." 

J managed to catch her eye in that moment. Beautiful chocolate brown eyes with a depth that almost scared him. She closed her book and looked more carefully into his dazzling baby blues. His eyes were almost crystalline in nature, sparkling, refracting and emitting light beneath his thick, floppy dark hair. She almost lost her breath for a second. 

Juanita and J chatted like old friends the entire flight, gazing into each other's eyes, lost. When the plane landed, J offered to carry Juanita's bag to her hotel for her. He'd arranged for his bags to be sent ahead to his hotel already. She still had no concept of his intentions, she just thought he was being nice. She was innocent in many ways, having been married young, and didn't question the idea of a strange man taking her to her hotel, besides, Helen should be there...

They arrived at her hotel and she checked in. Helen had not yet arrived. Juanita stood puzzled for a moment until J suggested that they take her bags up to the room and then get some lunch. Sounded like a good idea to her. She watched him pick up her bag from the floor in the hotel lobby. He was about 6'4", his broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms moved enticingly under his t-shirt. His back was to her and as he bent slightly, she mentally noted his butt – surprisingly pert and ample for a white guy...hmm. She raised and eyebrow, skipped up next to him and pushed the elevator button. 

In the elevator, gazing into her eyes, J simply couldn't help himself any longer. Her full soft lips were just too tempting. He dropped her bag on the floor, took her by the waist in his big manly arms and kissed her, softly ant first but then, as sensation built within his being, more passionately with hunger and fire. He'd never felt like this kissing a woman before. He wanted her whole being to mesh with his. Time stopped. Her body went limp with the escape of her breath at his embrace. She held herself as close to him as she could, almost as if she wanted to go through him. Her body shook under his kiss. He pulled back, concerned but saw her eyes closed and her chest heaving with gasps as she shook.

"Are you...are...you...cumming...? He whispered, tentatively. All Juanita could do was nod her head as her body washed with wave after wave of pleasure, panties soaked, nipples straining for freedom. His dick got super hard as he watched her cum just from his kiss. This was going to be a great afternoon, he thought, and kissed her again. This time she returned the gesture with such force and emotion, he almost fell back him self. He adjusted his stance, his legs spread wide so he wouldn't have to bend so much to kiss her. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he sucked it fiercely like it was sustenance. Oh, he could not wait to get to those crazy nipples slicing across his chest with her breath!

They switched, she sucked his tongue like it was his cock and she could get life from it. It sent him reeling, head spinning, precum eeking into his underpants. Then she came again, moaning audibly this time, convulsing so hard he could barely hold her. He couldn't help himself. J reached into the V of Juanita's top and pulled out one of those massive melons that had held his interest all day. His erection increased a he released the firm yet soft all natural female gland form its casing. It was the most marvelous thing he had ever seen. He mauled it with his had, awestruck. He pushed it around with the heal of his hand and watching that mad nipple dance atop the magical mound. 

"Jesus," he uttered, as he opened his mouth to suck the mighty nub. As his lips closed around it and his tongue lashed it from with in, Juanita issued a mighty moan, pushing the titflesh further into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, pulling the nipple with his teeth, tongue teasing it as he went. She swooned and cried and moaned. 

"Yessssss," she hissed, as the elevator doors slid open at her floor. There was a couple standing in front waiting to board the elevator. J quickly turned Juanita toward him, shoved her teased out boob back its prison, picked up her bag, and shuffled her off of the elevator.

Juanita was dizzy and embarrassed. She didn't know whether to sock him or invite him in. They got to her door, she fumbled with the key card. She'd lost all dexterity and rationale. Gently, J took the card from her fidgety fingers and opened the door. What a gorgeous suite! Who knew Helen had such great taste! Two king sized beds, mini bar, plasma TV, fabulous view of the strip, and right there, in the middle of the room, the biggest hot tub either of them had ever seen. She just stood there, still reeling form the elevator activity. J was very clear about what to do next. He put the bag on the bed and opened the faucets in the tub. Hmmm, she thought.

J turned to look at her, all brown and buoyant and curvy, she looked like a fresh baked dessert sculptured into the perfect feminine form. At least his brand of perfect, big tits round hips, thick thighs and a tiny waist, not skinny at all. The tits were insane, he thought, well, they certainly made him insane! He couldn't wait to see her naked but she seemed kind of shy and rather passive – but not reluctant...

He checked the tub water temperature, a little hot, but wasn't it supposed to be? He pushed a button and turned on the jets. The water swirled as the level rose. Juanita stood and stared. Part of her knew what was happening and part of her decided that this wasn't what was happening. She was paralyzed by fear and excitement. Her breathing grew shallow and that giant chest began to heave. J had to do something.

J walked over to the panic stricken Juanita, caught her eyes in his, stroked her face gently, saying, "I won't hurt you promise," all low and quiet in her ear, melting her soul, just before he softly kissed her trembling lips. He pulled back just long enough to remove his t-shirt displaying his broad, chiseled torso for her eagerly roaming eyes. 

"Okay," she whispered. 

So he walked forward, again catching her gaze in his, curling his fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulling it off over her head. 

"Oh, Gosh!" he exclaimed almost embarrassed at his use of such a juvenile term. It was all he could say, awestruck and humbled by the glorious vision of her buoyant brown HH's crammed inside a dainty, shear pink demi bra shredded in the center of each cup by her nutty nipples. All of this off set by that teeny tiny waist and the inviting flare of her hips. How did she hold all that up? He wondered. He fell to his knees in worship. 

"My God, Juanita, you're so beautiful!" his mouth was dry yet salivating at the same time. His dick hurt with arousal. She smiled shyly, having never seen such a display by a man, having never actually been told she was beautiful, she managed to eeek out an almost inaudible thank you. She was so very turned on buy all of this, her breasts swelled in the too-small bra, her panties could've been wrung out they were so wet. She was still paralyzed, this was so beyond her realm of experience. J managed to pry himself up enough to walk on his knees back toward her. He ran his hands along her waist, feeling the delectable curve of her body, "goshhhhh" he uttered again. 

He held his face to her hips breathing in her scent. Mmmm, he said, pulling his face away and looking up at her. She met his eyes with hers again and nodded subtlety at his hands on her waistband. He ran his hands along her waist and hips one more time. "Oh, gosh," he whispered again and unbuttoned her jeans, smelling her arousal, slowly pulled down the zipper and pealing the fabric from around her, sliding down to her ankles and lifting her shod feet, one by one out of the garment entirely. 

There she stood, gasping and oozing feminine juices, in a tiny pink bra and panty set and simple black pumps. J tossed the clothing aside and fell back again. He could not believe this goddess was standing shyly in front of him. This certainly was not on his conference itinerary this morning! " Gosh, oh gosh," he kept uttering. He caressed her calf, the skin so incredibly soft and smooth the muscle so firm and strong. She shuddered at his touch, watching him intently. This beautiful man in worship of her passive form, she never in a million years thought this would happen to her. Thank goodness Helen isn't here yet! 

J kissed Juanita's calf, her skin smelled like coconut and flowers. Gingerly, he stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste the skin, he ran it from her thin ankle up her calf around the thick, toned thigh, caressing the other leg with his hand as he rose up her body, cupping her backside in his hands and giving each firm, generous cheek a squeeze, as he sniffed her sopping panties with his nose. She opened her legs wider for both her stability and his access. He took the hint and tore the tiny panties off with his teeth in a single gesture, tossing them aside like trash. She was shocked and so turned on he could see the moisture flowing out of her deliciously clean, freshly waxed pussy. 

"Juanita, you're incredible," he whispered into her cooch as he prod her growing clit with his nose, sucking her scent into his nostrils. Oh, how his dick ached for her! He took his tongue and vibrated it upon her clit like it was electric. She screamed and released more juice, he pressed her inner thigh just enough to coax her to open wider. She was losing her balance and, after widening her stance, leaned forward to support her self with her hands on his back. "OOOOOHHHHHH!" she cried in a deep voice that came from the core of her being. J was fucking her hole with his tongue, vigorously rubbing her clit with his thumb and lapping up as much girl jiz as he could get. She rocked her hips, bending her knees to get more of his face inside of her.

"Oh – OOH! – OH MY GOD!" she bellowed and she shook and oozed and screamed, cummung so hard that she collapsed forward, her writhing torso resting upon his back scraping his dorsal skin with those nugget nipples of hers. J had to get his dick out of his pants soon, but holy shit, she tasted so damn good!

At last, he pried himself away from her succulent nether regions, guiding her on to her knees to face him. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and wonder. He kissed her, she tasted herself in his mouth but didn't care. They ran their hands around each other's bodied fast, gentle and hungry. J's dick was about to rip a hole in his pants, sticky from precum. "Shall we, get in the tub?" he whispered. Dazed she nodded and they helped each other stand up and walk across the room to the now overflowing tub. 

J turned off the water and guided Juanita into the warm water. It felt nice around her body, hot, swirly and soothing. She stepped in and stood in the center, water swirling round her hips like some ethereal diaphanous skirt. J smiled into her eyes, this time he nodded at her, indicating that she should sit down. She did, her boobs resting atop the water's skin, floating and bobbing in the whirlpool. J marveled for a moment then quietly said, "ready?" She held his gaze an nodded again, unclear of what she should be ready for but she knew she wanted it.

He stood at the edge of the tub and motioned to her to come forward. She did, looking up at him knowing what was to happen but waiting for his gentile permission. He lowered his eyes indicating his belt. She rose out of the water, droplets falling from her body like enchanted rain. She slowly opened his buckle, pretending not to notice the protrusion beckoning from his pants. She opened his belt and dropped his trousers and underpants in one fluid motion. His monumental, thick mushroom head cock sprung forward almost hitting her in the chin. It stood straight out like a flag pole. Certainly, it was much huger than her ex-husband's by a mile. It was now Juanita's turn to be awestricken.

"It's gorgeous," she whispered, wrapping her long, thin fingers around it. She had fairly large hands and could not close her fingers around it. Tentatively, she kissed the tip. It swelled slightly at the touch. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, wondering at the size and the softness of the skin.

"My goodness, my goodness" she kept saying. Never in her life had she seen such a thing, must have been as long as a baby's arm at least! It was a limb unto itself and her pussy pulsated at the thought of mounting it. She opened her mouth a bit. J watched, loving the way her mouth looked as it considered a method to navigate his member. She sucked the tip a moment slipping the tip of her tongue inside his pee hole and teasing it a little. He watched, enjoying the look of her lips as they slid further down the shaft. It twitched as her tongue slid all over the shaft and head inside her mouth washing it with saliva and sensation. He groaned audibly as she finagled more of him into herself. She started to move back and forth on the shaft, her hands found his heavy balls and danced them in her delicate fingers. 

Sweat poured down his chest. He threw his head back. She took more of him in, the head now braced against the back of her throat as she worked her muscles to relax and take more of him in. He could feel it opening and closing, he could see her concentration, the cum boiling in his balls started to rise, his breathing got shallow, the shaft thicker, widening her jaw. He moaned and touched her hair. Then, in one motion, she managed to both clamp his cock and balls with her hand to stop the cum and cram his whole cock down her throat at the same time. 

"Juanita!" he howled.

She pulled her face away quickly, dropped his cock entirely, looked up, concerned saying, "What? Did I hurt you?"

"Oh Shit!" he said, "no, no baby, it was amazing." She still looked worried. He stepped into the tub and stroked her face, quietly saying, "no, no baby, you're incredible..." 

He kissed her mouth softly. She kissed back, taking his tongue with hers and dancing inside their mouths. Soft, sweet tender and hungry, His dick went straight up and plastered itself against his stomach, she stroked it. 

"You like it?" he asked. She nodded. 

"It really likes you." He lifted one of her floating tits out of the water, squeezing it, pinching the crazy nipple. 

She gasped and whispered, "pull it." He did. He tugged that nipple hard, he twisted and teased it and she started to cum. J could not believe the sensitivity of this girl. He took the other nipple between his fingers and did the same twisting and pulling on both her teats like something would come out of them.

"Oh god, oh god, ho god, Yes!" She wailed. He watched cumming hard from a tit pull – this is fantastic, he thought, scooping a massive melon into his mouth and sucking as hard as he could. 




J & J in Vegas



"OH Shit!" she cried, "Yes! Suck It Like THAT!" So much for Ms. Shy and demure, he thought happily following directions and running a hand down her shuddering body to see what her pussy was doing. Gently he spread her lips, they were ready for him, he stroked her quim a bit in an introductory manner before politely wiggling his thick finger into her,holy shit, super tight hole. 

It was almost too tight to get his finger in there and once inside, her pussy muscles clamped around it so hard he wasn't sure if he's ever be able to get it out. 

"AHHHH! YES!" she cried, bucking and grinding her hips upon his hand. She was cumming all over his hand, so tight he could barely wiggle the finger inside her. He switched boobs in his mouth, rolling the new nipple around in his teeth, twanging it with his tongue, and bobbing his head up and down, all the while he rubbed his thumb on her protruding clit and cramming another finger inside her pussy. 

"J! J! J! Oh MY GOD! J!" she howled as wave after wave after building wave of pleasure crashed through her body. She splashed water everywhere but managed to get a hand on to his pained cock in such a way to prevent his cuming – how was she doing that? He wondered. Finally her released her tit entirely but kept his hand inside her, 4 fingers now crushed inside her slick, vice-like woo.

She was still cumming and he just watched. She'd let go of his dick to rub on her clit herself and whoa, she was not gentle! She rubbed her little pleasure button hard and fast like a genie was late coming out of it. With her other hand, she pulled at a breast, extending the nipple to a most disturbing length all the while screaming like a teapot.

"J! Shit! God! J! Holy Holy Holy! Oh EEEEEEEEE! Ah- AH – AH! JAAAAAAAAAAY!" 

He twisted his hand inside her, pumping it in and out as best he could. Then she hollered something unintelligible, heaved her legs up and pushed him away, hard. 

"STOP!" she said. Standing in the tub, arms out, shaking so hard, she fell back and convulsed like she was electrocuted. He approached her.

"NO!" she yelled heaving and contorting. He just watched, stroking his dick. The convulsions diminished into intermittent, violent twitches. But J could hold himself back no longer, from across the tub he shot is sperm load in long, white ribbons that landed in hanging globs all a cross her chest like frosting on cakes.

"Oooh Jaaaay, " she cooed, "I wish you'd waited, I was going to let you do that down my throat..." 

Damn, he thought, now she tells me. 

J caught a glimpse of the clock by the bed. He had to go register for the conference! Damn! He looked over and the lovely woman that he had not yet fucked as she slid down into the water, washing his jiz wash off of the most amazing tits he's ever experienced, and sighed. Her really had to leave. She looked over at him and noticed the look on his face. 

"Baby, I gotta go," he said apologetically. 

She was disappointed but so chilled out from cumming so hard that she quietly said, "okay." 

And that was it. They crawled heavily out of the tub, dried each other off. He kissed her softly, apologizing. She walked over to the bed. Oh no, he thought.

"Baby I've really got to go..." 

She laid down, pulling him toward her, encircling his waist with her strong legs. She kissed him harder. God, he loved kissing this woman, it was like being transported to another dimension. Her hips began to churn beneath him and he started to get hard.

"Go in soft – slowly..."she instructed, lifting her legs to his shoulders. How could he deny this? He understood, if he entered her at his fullest, he'd never get in. So he caressed the opening with the head of his dick, he watched the aperture of her little hole dilate to welcome him. 

"Yess, baby," she whispered. 

He got the head in and she closed so tightly around it that he thought it may come off. She moaned with pleasure, he felt her walls slicken around him, he pushed forward. God, she was hot and he knew he'd never felt a pussy this strong, the muscles sucked him in further and he started to grow inside her, stiffening and thickening. She cried out for more. He felt her cumming, It felt amazing around his dick all slick and hot and gushy yet squeezed to near immobility. 

"Fill me, baby," she whispered. 

And he grew more, pushing deeper. She helped, pushing her hips as high as she could until finally his whole girthy 9 inches was inside her. He looked down at her beautiful stretched out little hole. She reached her fingers around to encircle the last of his shaft base, feeling their carnal fusion.

"Now fuck me," she uttered. 

He did, slowly at first, movement was hard in that constricting hole, but soon he worked it out and then, she got demanding.

"Harder, baby, please harder, I need it harder!"

Well, ok! He got bolder with his strokes and slammed that giant cock in and out of her slippery twat like he was drilling for something. She screamed and begged for more. His balls slapped against her ass and he grunted like a pig. Her tits flopped all over the place like wild Jell-O molds on a train. She slipped her hand around his butt cheeks and slipped a thin, dexterous finger up his ass hole and massaged his prostrate. His cock got too big to move inside her so he took her hips and moved he up and down himself. 

"Oh Shit oh shit!" he said.

She dislodged her finger form his ass and he flipped her around bending her over in front of him – with out a dismount – she was on her knees, tits grazing against the bed, body trembeling with pleasure. He freely plunged in and out of her now, with long, hard fast strokes. Her finger found his prostrate again and milked it. He started to cry, tears ran down his face.

"So good so good so good..." he uttered.

His dick had found the greatest home inside her cooch and he rammed it and rammed it, felling her cum over and over and over and over, washing his dick in gushing girl goo. He was high from that tight hungry little pussy now. His body was weak. He felt his balls shrink up. 

"Yes, baby, go ahead," she gasped. 

And he did. He let go completely and in two more hard thrusts, torrents of cum spewed into her from his cock. Her cries hit soprano pitches that could've broken glass. He howled like a mad dog. He kept cumming too, rivers of the stuff forcing itself inside her constricting hole and rolling out onto the paisley bedspread. 

At long last, they collapsed, she still wouldn't release him until she twitched with seven more after shocks, then her pussy relaxed and his dick sloshed out in a current of their fluids. She rolled over and looked at him. Their eyes danced and sparkled at each other. They kissed again like the world would end.

"You're amazing, Juanita" he said. 

"So are you, J" she whispered, stoking his face. 

" I have to leave," he said. 

"Yes, " she answered, running her hand across his chest, along his abs, tweaking his nipples and smiling. 

"No, no, I really have to go," he said, not moving. 

"OK," she answered, taking his nipple into her mouth, tongue teasing it. He was getting turned on again so he jumped up. 

"Maybe we can get together tomorrow?" he asked. 

" You'll find someone else by tomorrow," she winked, "and my friend will be here..." 

They were silent a moment. She stood and kissed him lightly, " It was nice meeting you J." 

"You too, Juanita," he sighed.

"Thank you for bringing my bag to my room, " she smiled up at him.

"Of course," he said softly, and took her in his arms, held her for a moment. 

"You're amazing," he whispered, held her close a while longer, and kissed her good bye, walking to the door and exiting. 

Exhausted and overwhelmed, Juanita collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, surprised at herself for letting this happen at all. Juanita awoke to the ringing of her phone. she rolled over and answered it, it was Helen, canceling completely, she was just not going to be able to make it.

"Okay," Juanita said groggily, and hung up.

She would have been disappointed by her friend's flakiness if she hadn't met Mr. J, the sexy stranger with the magical mushroom head cock. She'd never seen anything that nice...where was he staying? She couldn't remember. He had been the first man she'd been with since she'd left her husband. Mr. J had been her second man period.

She pried her naked body off of the bed and lowered herself back into the hot tub. This room would have been a waste with fuddy, frumpy Helen anyway. As she sat in the tub, her heavy breasts floated and bobbed in the water. She liked the feeling, as if hundreds of invisible fingers were caressing and supporting them, weightless. She slid her self down to sit over a jet - ooh, nice, she thought. Where was that guy staying? She turned herself around to face the gushing stream of water, spreading her legs and lifting them against the tub walls so the geyser could hit her just so - mmm - yes, this definitely would've been a waste with Helen here. She pushed herself back and forth against the wall and the stream of water - ooh! - she let her head drop back as she felt the sensation of the water blasting against her nether regions, cleaning her and turning her on at the same time - oh, my! It is certainly time to go downstairs and prowl, she thought to herself.

She climbed out of the tub, turned on like Vegas its self. Feeling unusually feisty since her afternoon activities, she stuffed herself into a brand new black push up bra under a little tight black dress. Her ex-husband called it the Dress of Danger. It left very little to the imagination, yet was oddly modest. It clung to every curve like tasteful paint accentuating her small waist, ample hips and mighty chest. But the hemline was only just above the knee and the neckline was straight across her shoulders. 

Tonight she chose to up the anti and expose a shoulder and forget the panties. She then slipped into a pair of open toed stiletto heels, pinned her hair back tastefully, grabbed a clutch purse and headed out. Unclear of her next move...

J checked himself into his hotel room, showered, stroking his cock, remembering his afternoon's activities. He then changed into and easy elegant outfit and deiced to take himself to a new celebrity chef restaurant he'd heard about...

After some wandering and a suggestion from a cabbie, Juanita found herself at the podium of a new celebrity chef restaurant. It of course, was completely booked, but the restaurant's designer was a colleague of hers, so she dropped the name and got herself a table. It would be ready in 15 minutes. She waited at the bar, drinking a giant glass of pino noir - it needed to breathe a little more.

J entered the restaurant, walked right up to the podium and expected a table. He spent a good 5 to 10 minutes finagling, arguing and flirting his way toward a table, to no avail. He was very frustrated. He really wanted try this place before his fellow conventioneers made it trite. Frustrated, he wandered into the bar section to cool his jets before he made his next move. As he walked up to the bar, he saw a very pretty brown skinned woman, elegantly dressed with killer curves. All may not be lost, he thought. He approached her, touched her gently on the back and then he jumped back a second. She turned and smiled this big smile up at him.

"Hello, J!" she said in a smooth, low gentile voice. 

"Hi!" he sputtered, " I didn't expect you here." 

"Nor, I you," she answered, "are you waiting for a table?" 

"No," he said and proceeded to tell her about his ordeal at the podium. She smiled shyly and invited him to join her. He graciously accepted.

Juanita, slid off of her bar stool when her table was called. J walked behind her, watching her ass and shapely legs as she walked. Goddamn she was hot. They were seated in a secluded, half round booth. The sever placed Juanita's barley touched glass on the table and took J's drink order. They sat close, he could smell her light floral perfume, clean and feminine. He wanted to touch her. She didn't look at him. She shyly looked into her drink asking him what he did for a living. He didn't answer but slipped his arm round her waist, caressing her with his hand. She felt so nice. She inhaled and then sipped her wine. 

"Is this ok?" he asked.

She nodded, turning her head to face him. He kissed her soft, hard passionately. She swooned. His hand ran down her hip, her thigh, to her hemline then up underneath to the place he'd visited before, soft and clean and pulsing. The lack of preventive undergarment turned him on so much he wanted to see, but she pulled back and looked up. The waiter stood before them asking about appetizers. 

She ordered a multinational fusion appetizer that involved skewered vegetation with a spicy sauce. He ordered a multinational fusion appetizer that involved minced meats wrapped in philo and a probably bland sauce. The waiter cocked an eyebrow and flounced away. 

Immediately, J returned his lips to Juanita's as his hand continued to explore her quickly dampening neither regions. He danced his finger around her outer labia, smooth and soft, he gently pried her open, just a bit, lightly, just lightly tease her clit. 

"OoH!" she gasped, looking him deep in the eyes inviting more moving her hips just a bit, dropping her leg giving him better access. 

Her ample chest heaved like a woman's in a supermarket romance novel. He wanted to tear open her dress, but thought better of it, at least for now...With two fingers, he pinched her clitoris and pulled it just so, gently, teasingly. She shook a bit, jiggling those tits at him as her body convulsed. She was so very very wet now. He slid a finger in and out of her just to feel. 

"Oh! mmmm," she moaned, trying to remain composed. So wet so tight so slippery she was. He was unsure exactly how he was going to get through the meal with out throwing her on the table and fucking the hell out of her, but he didn't. He added another finger to her pulsing pussy and pinched one of those waving nipples. She was all sensation, wave after wave of bliss quaked through her body as she gasped and shuddered in that restaurant booth - oh this is too good! 

He sensed that she stopped caring that they were in public and that the waiter would come soon so, keeping his hand inside her. He released her breast, grabbed her waist and pulled her toward him again for a deep hard kiss. He couldn't believe it, she had started to cum right there on his hand in the middle of this trendy restaurant! He thought he'd explode. He worked hard to maintain his calm. 

The food came and so did Juanita as quietly as she could which was really challenging. She clenched the hand inside her pussy so tight J thought she'd break it. 

"MMMmmH!" she uttered, looking at the arriving plates making it seem that she could possibly be excited by the artfully sculptured skewers of goo on the plate in front of her. J tried to retract his hand but she wouldn't let him. Her pussy held onto it like a hot wet pulsing vice. His dick was too hard for him to eat his food. He wanted to fuck her so badly. Finally, after five or six aftershock shivers and clenches, Juanita's pussy released J's crushed hand so that he could eat the artfully sculpted shredded globs on the plate in front of him. 

With one hand, Juanita nibbled at her appetizer, with her other hand, she explored J's pending pants crisis. She toured all around his package noting how hard and full it was. She sipped her wine demurely as she teased the head of his cock with her fingers, then she dropped something and dove under the table to find it.

What she found was J's zipper and his beautiful, giant cock unfurling like a ships mast as she released if from its trouser prison. She stroked it, she kissed it, she ran her tongue gently round the rim, she held only the tip between her lips and flitted her tongue around it like a butterfly. He slid down, opened his legs and tried not to moan audibly. The waiter came by as Juanita slid his entire shaft into her mouth, the head resting deep in the back of her throat, then down, all the way down her throat to the end of his thick lengthy shaft, her nose grazing his pubes, he could feel her breath.. 

J tried to order an entree but all he could do is point at the menu and wave him off so that he could close his eyes and not explode. Juanita was slowly moving her head up and down on his shaft, swirling her tongue as she went always using her hand on the part that wasn't in her mouth at any given time, then she reached deep inside his pants and touched him in that little underneath place below his balls.

J was startled and melted at the same time, his hips rocked unconsciously as she created a hard vacuum with her lips on his cock and bobbed her head faster. His eyes rolled up in his head, he huffed and puffed and sweated. 

"Too good, too good too good," he uttered. 

She broke the seal and sucked his balls for a moment than ran her tongue all the way along the underside of his penis, kissed the head and came up from under the table, sipped her wine and politely thanked the waiter as he dropped doff her entree. 

J, pants still splayed, cock at full attention, confused and enthralled, looked at her, as she placidly, picked up her fork and ate her pasta savoring the bite. J was aghast. Juanita finished her bite and smiled at him, he kissed her urgently. 

She pulled away and whispered "later darling, it's dinner time now," and continued daintily eating her entree.

J tried to eat. He tried to converse, but really all he did was stare at her and her sensual mouth and jaw that had just sucked the hell out of his cock, calmly masticating an artful entree while his being was still aflutter. His head swam. He knew he had to have her now and it would be so much more than it was this afternoon - He knew that for sure. Juanita delicately wiped her mouth with the corner of her napkin and asked to taste his congealing meal. He nodded yes. It was really all he could do. His dick was still out...



J and J



Regaining their senses they just held one another basking in the glory of the moment and savoring it, Joey climbed of Jenny and laid beside her, holding her lovingly. When the finally calmed down enough to speak they at the same time told each other how much they loved one another. Jenny and Joey fell asleep in each others arms until they were awaken by their desire to make love again, they kept at it all day until their mother arrived home from work.

To this day Jenny and Joey are still very much in love, it doesn’t matter that they are sister and brother.



J and V Between Scenes



Whenever I need to come, I just have to think back to those busy few days on the set, when both J and V touched my life in a most special way.

That had been when I worked in the Industry as a sort of creative script consultant – a job I set up to both enhance the actor’s methoding, and therefore cut down on the studio’s worries. I was a sort of go-between, acting as interface between Director and producers on one side, and of course all the actors on the other.

That one day, I was in J’s trailer early in the afternoon, preparing with her for a scene to be shot early next day. It was more a pre-focus chat, just something I liked to make available if needed – a preparatory run through to the real-thing pre-shoot psych-up, before doing the scene. The mood was therefore light and casual, an atmosphere played up to by a warm spring light coming in a flood into the trailer from the forest outside.

She was sat, well, semi-reclined really in her easy chair with her legs stretched out before her – relaxed, dressed still in the jeans and blouse from the previous scene, done and wrapped little earlier.

She kept her eyes closed whilst gently massaging her temples, as my voice read on ahead for her through the work at hand. I was sat opposite, leant forward with a copy of the script casually folded open to the right spot in my lap, and taking every opportunity I could of eyeing her sleek form up and down, all stretched out and alluring before me.

I had always had a thing for her, but after two weeks of relatively close proximity on this shoot, my need had grown to explosion point. Even after just ten minutes in her presence, my nipples were swollen and making me aware that they were so dangerously sensitive, that I just knew I would need to attend to myself shortly afterwards, a state not being helped by every slight stroke of contact against the inside of my loose shirt, as I turned the pages, and…fidgeted ever so discreetly.

Predictably the mood was good, even if J’s expression kept slipping back into that vaguely troubled look she had, a thing which she did so endearingly I felt, and which she had created over the past few years into something of a trade-mark on-screen.

As I read and watched her, I felt the need grow, and contemplated calling a swift break early instead of waiting, all so that I could go to the toilet and play with myself quickly – it wouldn’t take long, I just knew it.

Instead, I managed to finish up reading, leaning back easily and taking a slight thrill in knowing that my nipples now pressed against the shirt’s light fabric, would certainly be visible in their hardness – I didn’t care, these people were used to being adored, and if they weren’t okay with the fact that other people got off on looking at them, then they shouldn’t be working in this end of the industry.

‘So – what was it you in mind for playing this particular scene?’

J frowned as if upset mildly at being pulled back from some nice thoughts.

‘Oh – hell. I just need to go to the bathroom first!’ She was up in a single move and gone off down into the trailer’s mid-section. Upon hearing her movements around inside there, I slipped a hand quickly down inside my jeans, opening my legs and leaning back further – enjoying the excitement of that intimate, sliding touch whilst knowing she was so nearby. It added to the thrill doing myself in the place she was living in.

Of course I was sat more correctly by the time she returned – still cross-legged, but more demurely so than seven seconds earlier, with a leg over each armrest and my hand massaging openly between them. She looked at me briefly while sitting down, her glance flicking up my body: ‘You want a quick break first? Looks like you could do with it.’

I kept my calm, not really sure if she meant what it sounded like she meant – these things are very prone to misconstruction.

‘No, I’m fine thanks.’

‘You sure…?’ She hesitated briefly. ‘I always find that I concentrate better without, y’know – such distractions getting in the way.’

I smiled, relaxing and feeling a little silly at assuming she had been talking about masturbation: ‘Ah well, I am not the one who is concentrating the hardest here. I’ll live.’

‘Yes but that’s my point. I need to relax, I always do so before a scene, even in rehearsal – and I don’t want you thinking I’m weird or something.’

‘Sorry…?’

J looked exasperated for a second, tossing her hair back with decision, gesturing so characteristically, with her hands ending claw-like before her, wrestling the words forcibly out of thin air.

‘Look, I just have to have a little play with myself beforehand, and I don’t like doing it in the bathroom – it’s a child-memory hang-up thing. I just tried back there, but it didn’t work.’ She glanced at me intently. ‘I’m sorry but I didn’t get time before you got here, so I’d feel more comfortable if you were just okay about this, or even if you did it too – that’s why I asked, ‘cause I’d be able to get on then and prepare this scene just fine.’

Without too much of a pause I looked at her and smiled quite naturally. ‘Sure, I don’t mind.’ The smile was more for myself at being doubly caught out… ‘Any good analyst should allow a client full freedom to express themselves, however they want – just like Frank Zappa said, “as long as it doesn’t cause a murder”.’

She looked at me a little strangely, at which point I realised that as a professional New Yorker, she might have a different perspective on analysts than I. It was my turn to gesture vaguely. ‘Please go ahead – and I will join you if that makes things better.’

She nodded and reclined back, closing her eyes as both hands unbuttoned her jeans smoothly, opening them all the way down to the crotch, now beautifully visible – the tight and alluring curved bulge of her Mons Veneris temptingly visible now that she had parted her legs a little, allowing a hand to move itself more easily down inside.

I just watched her for a moment, concentrating on absorbing all the details before me for as long as I politely could – I daren’t let slip that I was getting off on this as much as I was; yet at the same time it was difficult not to show that I was unable to believe my luck.

Her legs parted further as I watched, hand moving clearly now inside her jeans, eyes closed and lips suggesting with subconscious mimicry of those other lips, now under her fingers’ touch. I opened my own jeans, and slipped a hand down inside them to feel my very own wet self, imaging that it was her hand doing the touching.

Vying with what I was seeing before me, was a certain other scene rehearsal worked out earlier with V – a personal adaptation of the one in the script. He had wanted to run it by me and asked for a special run through, to help with mental preparation for a difficult scene still days away on our schedule, and I smiled to myself as I stroked now thoroughly wet fingers up and down the opening furrow between my lips – we would need to practise that one each day, if he was to get it right.

I saw him naked and looking distraughtly down at that pleasingly huge erection, caught between glancing boyishly back up at me, and looking gorgeously dishevelled in that way that hadn’t left a dry seat in cinemas for the last five years. His difficulty was that he must play the big break-up scene while nude, and of course with no erection. The problem was that he couldn’t, because he confided to me that he found J so attractive that it wouldn’t be possible, not without considerable mental preparation. I could understand that, glancing across at her now with her jeans pulled down further, legs wider so that I could see her all, her hand having forced her panties down to show her pubes most deliciously.

So I had offered to take on J’s role for him, manipulating the scene and situation to benefit myself as much as it would him, but all in the name of good team-work, of course. He was to come in from the bedroom, ostensibly having just woken, to find her half-reclined on the sofa, watching TV quietly.

To arouse him as much as J would, I had matter of factly suggested that I play the role nude, upping the ante behind his back by moving the sofa around and letting him come in to discover me lain out in full view, stroking away at myself. It had done the job alright, his penis rising inexorably from limp companion, to hard erection in mere seconds.

Nor during our subsequent, de…briefing chat, had it gone down. I did though, as another suggested cure for the situation at hand, being the quickest way to get him off – because we needed to rehearse with him flaccid, and underneath it all, I wanted to drink him down me so badly by that point, that it hurt.

In my mind I relived it in relevant detail – my first encircling touch of his hot, hard flesh, fingers barely able to grip him all the way around. I actually came at that precise moment in time, purely at the thought of that girth sliding up inside me. Then my lips approaching and sliding wider open to take his tip slowly into my mouth, gliding down and down until he was as deep as I could take him – the back of my tongue rubbing back and forth over the glans softly. My hand stroking him up and down as my head stared moving rhythmically up and down on him – hearing him gasp.

He had come quickly, hot and thick in my mouth, something that I could still taste even now, feeling my lips around his hardness with my mind’s mouth also, remembering the smooth-stretched feel of his drawn back foreskin under my tongue, then the last swelling up as his sperm splashed deep into my throat.

At that thought I came with a shudder, unable to help myself – even if I had wanted it all to be because of J still stroking herself before me.

She looked across at me: ‘Oh honey, you came quick. Tell me your fantasy.’ She was stretched out like a half-drawn bow, her crotch the apex, with fingers sliding up and down more slowly now as she looked back at me with half-hooded eyes.

I decided that a little adaptation of the truth wouldn’t go amiss – besides, an idea had begun to form – but that’s what an ideas person does.

‘Oh, I was just thinking back to earlier today.’ I gave her a slight, quietly-conspiritial laugh. ‘I was with V – and I find him so…mmh! I just couldn’t help myself.’

J smiled knowingly in return, her fingers’ pace shifting to deeper strokes inside her panties, eyes closing again. ‘Oh yeah…don’t stop!’

I licked my lips, lining up the thoughts and selecting the images I’d need from that earlier session of sucking him off, and the two fuckings he’d given me after his erection had come back to haunt him with each subsequent attempt at the scene.

‘He was telling me about an idea he had for the break-up scene – y’know, the one scheduled for the end of this week. He thinks it should be stronger, more like with you nude and watching some porn when he comes in – maybe stroking yourself too, like now. It would bring more tension to the scene, confrontation - but he wouldn’t want to offend you by making such a direct suggestion – professional ethics…’

She snorted as she continued stroking herself.

‘Bullshit – I’d like that too, and to see him hard for me!’ She struggled, scissoring her legs so that her jeans came down to her ankles, allowing her more freedom of motion with those legs to parting to their delicious looking widest.

‘Oh, it gets better – he didn’t stop there.’ I got up whilst still talking and moved toward her. ‘Once he had said it, he began running through some other scenario options – it was as if these were his own fantasies, all stored up and ready to roll.’ I knelt down directly before her open legs. ‘He thought it would be good to surprise you, announcing his presence with a kiss to your inner thigh…’ J moaned, ‘…and then work them up your legs.’ I placed my own hands on her knees and leaning in slowly I kissed her exactly so. J gasped and arched her back. ‘Ohhh…yesss!’

I moved my kisses gently up her thighs, advancing in alternate parallel approach, until I was close enough to smell her heat, and my lips were a mere lick-distance away from that shield of moving fingers inside her slip – it was now or never. I lifted the fabric aside and slid my tongue gently across her knuckles – her moan was urgent, so I glided it wetly down between her slowing fingers, inserting it between them to touch her very wet lips – giving me in return, a definite pre-orgasmic tingle.

J groaned with sweet anticipation, her fingers lifting the panties up and away for me, opening the way – so I went in, tongue licking up between her open lips, and then down again, penetrating deep into her wetness. My lips settled against hers, feeling their softness, and I let my long tongue’s probing glide, curve up in one unstoppable move of penetration.

There was a sudden wash of juices over my tongue, and J came with a short grunt followed by a long shudder, squirting all of her orgasm into my waiting mouth.

I reluctantly withdrew my tongue after that, but kept on licking up around her twitching clitoris as she subsided gently, only drawing back when her breathing had fully slowed.

Done, I knelt back and stood up, apparently absorbed with slowly adjusting my own clothing while stood there just before her.

‘Oh – that is definitely a fantasy worth remembering – and also something worth doing again…’ Her hands reached out to halt my own in their slow-motion fastenings, and I looked into her eyes. ‘I haven’t had an orgasm like that in a long, long time.’ She smiled a little uncertainly. ‘Shall we get naked and try to find some more? I’d like that.’

My smile was superfluous, as she unfastened my jeans and pulled them down, panties and all. ‘Y’know, you really must be more careful.’ She added semi-casually. ‘I saw you touching yourself when I was in the bathroom.’

‘Oh…’

She grinned in that casually genuine kind of way she had. ‘Don’t worry – I liked it. It turned me on very much, and let me make my suggestion.’ Stepping out of her jeans, she got up and walked toward the bedroom area, looking back over her shoulder, her eyes beckoning me to follow as she went. I didn’t need any more encouragement than to follow that perfect behind as it moved enticingly before me, excitement mounting with each step, watching her lay down fluidly on the bed – all grace and powerful sexual allure.

I moved into her waiting embrace, feeling J’s lips move in to kiss lightly between my breasts, their path spiralling outward to catch every sensitive part of them in increasing circles. Warm tongue and wet lips teased at my nipples in passing, then she rolled me over onto my back, her tight belly settling down between my legs – and as she began to move her kisses downwards, I came again from sheer expectation of the moment.

I stroked at her shoulders and sides, cupping my hands smoothly under those breasts, lightly massaging their firmness with a continuous motion, her breathing telling me she liked that very much.

That breath was also something I could feel tangibly moving through my trimmed pubic hairs, causing me to hold myself in anticipation of that first magic-moment contact. Probing, her tongue sent an electric jolt of pleasure through every nerve path, straight through my body to the nipples – I almost had another orgasm, my ninth of the day counted back up from this morning’s first before getting up, then the five with V and now two so far with her – with a promise of many more to, umm come...

Gathering my lips up with her tongue she sucked them slowly into her mouth, then sending her tongue in between, slid it in just under my clit – and just then, I did get my ninth.

Still panting I gently lifted her face up, then rolling myself around to kiss her, we moved into an embrace, body to body – nipples brushing against each others’ and hands smoothly stroking from knees and calves, up to necks and jaws.

I became lost in that tangle, my thigh moving variously with gentle thrusts between hers – the wetness there easing her back and forth with additional flexings of her hips over my muscles, as I was over hers, straddling an equally forward thrust thigh – one hand concentrating on lightly tracing my palm over the tightness of her hip, and down around over her ass.

J in turn was delightfully stroking light fingers up from my shoulder to ear, in shiver-inducing slides of skin on skin – spending a long time doing this while the other concentrated her palm around a readily available and very hard nipple.

Then we had our hands moving knowingly between each others’ legs, both stroking and coming again and again while we kissed urgently to tenderly for a while, before both of us departed along a nibbling trajectory down the other’s body, ending in a close-clutch of rubbing crotches against the other, our wetness mingling in warmth and electrifying tingles, especially when our swollen clitoris’ touched.

Nor did it halt there, although I certainly had lost track of how many orgasms had taken me since entering the bedroom – or indeed how long it had been since it all began. We were engaged in a close and gentle soixante-neuf, our faces buried and tongue-led, pacing the other with our breath tickling the other’s wetness, and slowly building toward another, hopefully mutual orgasm – when the door rattled to a brisk knock from outside.

Surfacing reluctantly from that place we had both reached, J looked at me: ‘Oh hell, what time is it – have I missed the pre-scene meeting?’ She was up and searching for her robe. A part of me had to admire how her professionalism reflexively overrode all else.

J was grabbing up her bedside clock when the second knock came, causing her to look around at the door, posture frozen with a frown clearly saying: Runners almost never knocked a second time so quickly, so who could it be? I looked at her and shrugged.

She gestured me over into the corner with an apologetic, furrowed brow. ‘Damn – I’d better go and see who it is now that I am up. Get ready to hide just in case.’ I nodded and did as she said, while J went back through the trailer, shouting: ‘Alright – I’m on my way!’ By the sounds of it, remembering to pick up all of our clothing on the way and bundling them familiarly together behind the sofa.

I moved myself pre-emptively into her spacious wardrobe, just in case – glad that they were of the old-fashioned slatted kind, which would at least allow me a chance to hear what was going on. From this vantage I could see her bedside clock showing almost a full hour-and-a-half before her next call – I smiled, feeling myself begin to get horny again at the thought of our continuation, once this distraction had been dealt with.

I could hear voices, hers and a male, deep and familiarly paced. It sounded like V had come to pay her a social call: After what he’d been telling me? Perhaps he hoped to exercise a little therapeutic exorcism – well, he’ll have his baptism of fire all right, with J clothed obviously in nothing but her dressing gown, and surrounded by a cloud of enough sexual pheromones to stop a riot in its tracks. Worse still, there was nothing I could do throughout, but wait.

It couldn’t have been long after though, when I heard J’s voice approaching, still talking in that way people have when they are dealing with large spatial distances and guests – she was coming back toward the bedroom, probably to get more suitably dressed while V amused himself with a drink – my memory of the shooting schedules told me that he was now done for the day. I cursed, realising that we wouldn’t get that mutual orgasm now – nor later, or maybe never.

‘…must say that the idea sounds worth a shot.’ I saw her come back into the bedroom and slip her robe off. She turned to me and gave a wink.

‘So let’s see how this works out.’ I saw her get back on the bed, naked still, and wondered what was going on – what had been said?




J and V Between Scenes



I was even more shocked to see him come in after her a few seconds later – also naked. He halted, obviously acting out the scene I’d done with him a few hours earlier. I looked down and saw his penis begin to rise, uncertain and haltingly at first, as if he was fighting it – but by the sweat on his brow, I could tell that he was loosing.

‘Well, a gun would have done – but a missile is sweet too.’ She laughed and waved him out, eyes twinkling with more than amusement – a woman after my own heart. V hung his head slightly and went back out. ‘Try some ice or splashing a lot of cold water on it!’ she called after him, throwing me another wink.

He took his acting seriously – certainly if he was willing to undergo this level of embarrassment. I wasn’t complaining though, as I had a perfect view of his muscular ass – oh was I a lucky girl today!

After some suitably forceful splashing sounds, he came back in, moving like one who had just woken from a deep sleep. V looked across at J lain on the bed, resplendently naked, and with all credit to him, his limp member didn’t even twitch at the sight of her like that.

Then just before V should have spoken his first line, J slid one hand down between her legs and started stroking herself, looking back up at him all innocently. His erection was swift and not to be stopped, standing out flagpole straight and seemingly almost as long. My hand went down between my legs in response, beginning soft strokings of my own – at the same time biting my lip lightly as reminder that I needed to keep quiet, especially with him stood so close – making it all the more thrilling.

J didn’t stop her own erotic display, only slowing it down a little. ‘I can see how this would be a problem.’

‘It is if you start doing that! What did you expect I’d be like?’

She smirked slyly. ‘I see no point in making it too easy for you.’ She frowned slightly in concentration, as if thinking about a solution, yet all the while continuing her stroking.

V could not take his eyes off her: ‘Please stop.’

J looked down at her hand as if surprised to see it there.

‘Oh sorry – it’s just what I was doing when you knocked. I was quite close to coming.’

V lifted his hand to cover his face. ‘Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that this was such bad timing. Maybe I’d better come back at another time – I just was with the grip of the idea, y’know.’

J sat up looking equally concerned. ‘It’s okay – I always play with myself before a scene, don’t you? It gets me on-fire and on-edge. It’s no big deal – I was even doing it while Es was here with me for tomorrow’s scene rehearsal. She even joined in – didn’t seem to mind a bit. Quite a girl that one.’

He laughed and nodded. ‘Please!’ A slight smile coming to his lips in that special, quiet way he had – he sighed. ‘I’m trying to get him to go down again, not stay up!’ I had to bite harder on my lip just then.

J just looked at him with some studied nonchalance. ‘Only acoupla ways to do that in a hurry…’ Her eyebrows raised, holding the posture.

He looked across at her, and she patted the bed beside her with one hand, the other started stroking herself again. ‘You could be boring and go out to the bathroom to take care of that, or better still come and sit here to join me in a bit of mutual Onanism – or more adventurously still, you could let me take care of it.’ She smiled at him, enjoying it all.

‘A last and infinitely more pleasing option, would be for me to phone a friend, and we could all tackle the problem together…’ She carried on stroking while looking him in the eye. ‘So what’s it to be?’

‘Phone a friend?’

‘Come and sit here, and I’ll show you.’ He did as she asked, his natural-tanned frame looking good beside her pale, slight one, erection still proud and raised past his belly button.

With my two favourite lusts there side-by-side and both on the same bed together, my hand began to move faster in and out, eyes closing with building lust for what was about to happen. J swung herself around to straddle V, taking him in her tiny hands to guide him up between her legs. He looked so massive as she sank down slowly onto him, and I came, almost falling over with the power of the orgasm’s impact.

Both J and V groaned as she got herself as low as she could go, then lifting up to the top again, she spoke as if to no-one: ‘I wish Es could be here, to join in with this.’

‘Oh yes.’ He groaned, voice deeper and more de-focused than normal.

It was the only cue I needed, and on unsteady legs, I left the wardrobe to climb onto the bed behind her.

V looked briefly surprised, then happy. ‘Hey – this is Hollywood.’ Was all I could think to say, he nodded and turned his attention back to J – but I could see how the whole scenario and the consequences of every action taken so far, were slotting themselves neatly into place through the realisation in his eyes – starting from earlier, to my joining them both on the bed at this time and place.

I smiled and winked to J as she looked back toward me over her shoulder, my hands smoothly going around her flanks, then up to those perfect breasts in one move, cupping each lightly and sliding my palms over her pebble-hard nipples. I began kiss-nibbling up her neck, taking in her skin’s warm scent and feeling my own body respond. Above this, I could scent V’s own musk, remembering him in that instant as he’d been earlier, above me, thrusting slowly into my hot wetness, my fingers recalling the feel of his firm body, as I gripped him while coming and coming…

Kissing on down her back, my mouth and hands moved around J’s hip to her belly, then down onto his – my tongue and lips roving across both textures, nose drawing in their mingled scents as J rode up and down on V’s pivotal steeple of flesh. I could see how wet she was on him. In a natural progression I followed my own lead around to straddle V and face J – we embraced with kisses and exploring hands. Feeling his broad, long-fingered hands draw me backwards with delicious momentum, and deliberation of intent. I sank with the moment, letting V move my hips toward his face, raising his mouth up to lick at me. I moved my other lips down to lavish attention on J’s breasts, keeping the nipples interested, as my breath began to come erratically in response to V’s tongue around my lips and clit.

J’s hands joined in, stroking over my back and sides, teasing at my breasts and giving a little gentle pressure to my back that lead my lips lower down still, until I had my lips once again amongst her pubic hair, long tongue probing alternately at her clit, and curling itself around his shaft as she rose to the apex of those long thrusts.

I could feel J’s trembling build-up, and focused my attentions more upon her approaching orgasm – tracing fingers far around her hips, up and back to squeeze at the sensitive lower parts of her soft cheeks, noticing her pace quicken.

A few deft probing licks across clitoris and back along her stretched lips, sent her gasping over the top into juddering, urgent release – she tumbled back from V’s erection, curling up and shuddering in heavy, post-orgasmic shock, leaving me eye to eye with that hard, dark and swollen monster, shining from tip to root with her juices – she must have come several times during that brief ride.

My turn now, I thought, raising myself up clear from his alluring tongue and its attentions. V sensing my intent followed through, shifting and guiding me forward with his hands, keeping me still facing away from him, and sliding himself up into my own ready wetness, with me still in that position – clamping both buttocks under hands that clung like limpets, he began to thrust in time to his curtailed need.

I could feel him going in to the fullness of my depth, filling me in both body and mind – predictably, I came again and kept on coming as his pace gathered.

Then lifting himself up, body thrust into in a taut arc, he grunted and loosed his own orgasm, catapulting me forward to join J in a trembling heap at the bottom of the bed, while he collapsed back in the other direction, taking himself in hand and pumping the last of his urgency up over his chest and belly – something I barely registered just then, but have subsequently recalled many times since, and always it makes me come – every time.

We all shared a quiet moment for a while there, slowly coming back in our own time from the various places where this shared sex had sent us. As the first to recover, J and I curled up together in each other’s arms, gently stroking and kissing ourselves back to normality, in a long, slow bout of intimate closeness.

Maybe it was this display of womanly attentions for each other, or his own natural sexuality and restless energy, but when V came over to join our cuddle, he was just as hard as before. For a while we all carried on in a three-way, with lots of gentle hands moving across each of our bodies, until it sort of naturally evolved into an aftermath thing between just J and myself, the slowdown that we had been denied by his untimely/timely entrance.

V moved back a little to let us continue, adding only the occasional caress into the mix we created for ourselves. J looked up at him on her way down my body: ‘Hey – why don’t you get that thing good and hard for me. We’re done with the rehearsal now, and the next scene doesn’t call for any limp action.’ He smiled quietly in return and moved his hand into position, slowly taking up the stroking rhythm and keeping the tone ready for his next cue – not that our own performance would give him much cause to loose that edge.

J resumed her slow approach of light kisses down my belly, drawing expectation and response from me in equal portions, as her lips teased around my own, breath tickling cool and lightly, ever closer until her warm tongue touched the heart of my desire.

I got lost there for a while, taken away on the sensations evoked within me by her cleaver tongue, all busy there between my legs, feeling at the same time her slender hands moving over my breasts. Then there were four hands in on the action, between them covering every sensitive part of me. I felt V moved around, but kept my eyes closed, sensing his erection first by its heat, before it gently lay itself down along my cheek. I reached around and guided him into my mouth for the second time that day.

This time I relaxed into the enjoyment of taking it slowly, even if I was getting close to yet another orgasm, because I loved sucking men off until they came – and this one had as I said, been a particular special fantasy of mine for many years.

To forestall the inevitable and increase its intensity, I alternated between licking along his length, then focusing around the ready, painfully swollen looking glans – pacing, instead of sucking him deep into me and racing him to orgasm. I loved it, and despite myself, came not long after taking a hold of him – J rose from her licking after I’d subsided, lifting her backside into the air provocatively for V to move in upon.

I lay back to watch them for a while after that, idly stroking myself and eking out the last of the most recent body tremours, still rippling through my legs.

J watched me as V moved inside her, it looked like he was getting close, so I stopped playing with myself and lifted her up into an embrace, making a sandwich of her between the two of us, my hand reaching down to play with her gently, while V’s pace altered to suit the new position.

As she approached her own orgasm, J disengaged from between us and lay down on her back, classically spreading her legs and lifting them up for some maximum penetration.

I moved behind him and hugged his back, letting my hands dwell around his buttocks, while he sank down into position and mounted J – my hands spurring him on with light fingers tracing around his ass-hole, so that he began thrusting urgently.

Maybe the finger insertion was too much, but whatever the reason, they both came together, and the three of us collapsed in a heap of warm, panting, and still squirming bodies.

That was pretty much all of it for that particular day, as if all the action experienced wouldn’t be enough for even an insatiable soul like myself – but it was good to be with two actors who took their energies into everything they did, including bed. I myself was exhausted when it came time to go on with the day, and I felt even afterwards, that we all gave our best on the sets after our romp in J’s trailer (and of course beforehand.)

So that was my day – how was your 20th of June 2003?