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Kiki's Field of Dreams

By: MacDuke



I think you know that I have spent my last years chronicling my life with women who, next to my children, were the best part of a very full and rich life. I presume you have read most of the stories Saint Peter, and I am willing to be judged on my record. 

However, there is one story (really a series of stories) for which I do not wish to take credit, or corresponding blame. I have not always been in good with the Lord, Saint Peter, but I realize that these episodes may strain the envelop of blasphemy, as it were. There was some serious breaking of the 10 Commandments, not to mention Sodomy (both kinds – which is to say front and back) and the adultery was not just with one woman not my wife, but two! And that is just the first episode. I feared at the time that I could be subject to scathing criticism for leading some of the Lord's children astray. 

But what can I say? It wasn't my fault! I was seduced by this incredible woman, a deacon's daughter no less (yeah, I know I will have to answer for that preacher's daughter in El Paso, but that was pretty much a mutual thing and you know she was going to lose her virginity sooner rather than later, and you know she really had a great first experience). I didn't go looking for her but I seemed to be drawn in by this incredibly compatible sexuality. 

It all started with a relatively innocuous comment and suggestion that I gave to "HornyBabe" (yeah, I know, Pete, the name says it all, doesn't it – should have seen this one coming). She seemed genuinely grateful for my comments and quickly published another interesting story that I commented on. I know you will get the irony here but my principle comment was that she forgot to describe the disposition of the jism that her female protagonist sucked out of her boss's dick.

In the process of discussing our writing, I found out that she was quite an interesting woman – Mother of three, only one lover, her husband, from a strict religious background, but wanting at 30 to explore her sexuality. I mean she had fantasies about things that even I hadn't done and you know that's saying something. 

So we got to talking in that uninhibited way you do on the Internet and I was essentially helpless to resist her charm until too late. In my defense, I've got to point out that she was emailing every Tom, Rob, and Harry who read her stories, so I wasn't the only one unable to resist her charm. She claimed she didn't send them pictures of her fabulous tits, or cyberfuck them, but I not too sure about cyber sucking them. Who knows, maybe she was stringing us all along. Maybe you can tell me, St. Peter.

Anyway, I began to lose it with her when she told me that she had shaved her pussy ( for me? Her husband? Rob?) and didn't wear panties. I mean that's really not fair, St Pete. You know I love pussy more than anything but I really love shaved pussy because it tastes so sweet. I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you? 

But what totally captured me was when she read my second story. She said it was "hot" but I kidded her about her ennui. She then came back with a graphic description of masturbating in her bedroom with two hands in her vagina while imagining me "plunging my cock into her cunt." Wheew! That added a little lead to my pencil, I can tell you.

So I started fucking her over the Internet and it becomes something more. Oh, and did I tell you that she sends me a pictures of her shaved pussy? Geez, I could almost smell her scent all the way from Iowa. And not one but two pictures, with the second showing the longhorn grip on her cunt that gets her over the top. Oops, I guess masturbation is a sin, huh?  

And then she shares the whole thing with her best friend, Stacey (and several other un-named friends who were told less), which thrills me like an exhibitionist that Stacey is watching us cyber fuck and makes me think this Kiki (now Kiki1 on Literotica) is for real and maybe I am the only one. All those orgasms sounded real (wished I could hear one – but I guess I'm getting ahead of myself). 

By the way, what's your reading on exhibitionism? It's not mentioned in the Bible. And how about not wearing panties to church? Stacey and I will have to take the blame for that, if you decide it's a sin. It was great fun for us all, but I thought it would be OK with the Lord as long as she didn't flash her pussy at anybody during the sermon or the prayers.

So I ask you, did she seduce me? Don't I get a little credit for being the seducee instead of the seducer?

So you can see where I'm going with this. I thought I could write this off as a freebie. Not my fault. I know there's nothing in the bible about cyber fucking. Except I knew that it felt like adultery and I began to wonder whether that was enough. She did have a way of making it real – almost had to check my cock to see whether it was wet after we finished. It was as though we had a wire connecting the end of my dick to the bottom of her pussy over 2000 miles away. Of course I had no way of knowing whether this vixen was doing Tom and the others but, frankly, I thought there was no way she had enough time. Although she is a night owl.

I was fat and happy with my rationalization that it wasn't really adultery as long as we didn't actually do it or see one another (we both knew what would happen then). But that all changed the day her husband, Bud, called me. And that's where this story really starts.

I was sitting at my desk around 5 pm waiting for a letter to be finished when the call came in. The receptionist said it was Bud Kastner or something like that – she didn't recognize the name and wanted to know whether I wanted her to find out what it was about. I told her no. Surprised though I was, I thought I knew who the caller was, but not why. My first thought was "Is he here in town?"; "Does he have a gun?" My heart was in my throat as I picked up and punched the line button.

"Hello," I ventured.

"Mac?"

"One and the same. Is this Kiki's husband?"

"Yes. Nice to meet you," Bud replied with some cheer in his voice.

"Well, that's good to hear," I said. "I was rather worried that you might not be too favorably disposed toward your wife's pen pal."

"Are you kidding? You wouldn't believe the benefits that I have derived from Kiki's relationship with you. I know you two are in lust and practically in love, but I think I've gotten more ass in the last three months than in the last three years. She's lost 25 pounds, shaved her pussy, and is now sucking me like a hoover – and she swallows," were his laudatory comments, much to my surprise.

"I'm relieved and happy to hear that you are getting some good things out of Kiki's Internet escapades," I said with relief in my voice. "How can I help you, Bud?"

"I feel like I owe you and Kiki a fantasy fulfillment weekend," he replied with a slight chuckle in his voice. "She has persuaded me that her life will not be complete unless she gets to fuck someone besides me and I've decided that you are the one."

"REALLY," I exclaimed. Our unrealistic fantasy that he would send his wife to California to get her brains fucked out, loomed larger. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well I thought that if you could get to Iowa, I could take the kids away for a weekend. You and Kiki could have exclusive time together at our house from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon," he explained.

"That is an intriguing prospect. What would you expect we would do over that weekend?" I asked tentatively. I couldn't believe our luck, but wanted to be sure that there was no misunderstanding about my lewd intentions for his wife.

"I would hope and expect that you would help Kiki realize any and all of her fantasies that could possibly be accomplished in and around Madison without scandalizing her church and family," he chuckled. "I know it may be hard for you to believe but I actually understand Kiki's longing for some of the adventures that she missed growing up in a sheltered life and marrying too early. She has had only one lover in her life and I know she will always regret it if she doesn't sample some of her wild side. I don't want this to be a monologue, but I feel from what she has said of you that you respect both of our marriages and would not threaten our somewhat conservative life."

This was sounding like a well-reasoned excuse for me to fuck Kiki's eyeballs out. I didn't think he had any misconceptions about what we would be doing, so there was no need to be explicit or talk about fucking. 

"Have you told Kiki or would she know about this?"

"No, and no," he answered. "I thought you could surprise her. I would simply leave with the boys to my parents, telling her that I would return alone for a romantic weekend. You then show up as a surprise and do whatever the two of you want. The only thing I ask is that you use rubbers with her."

"It sounds like fun but it will take some maneuvering to set up," I hedged, without answering his express caveat. Fat chance, I thought to myself. Like I am really going to miss the opportunity to be bareback inside her. Maybe in her ass, but not in her cunt. After all, I knew she was on the pill. 

"Take your time. I just need about three weeks notice to set it up," he replied. 

I got his phone number at work, good times to call, and told him I would call him within a week after seeing what I could workout.

I had never thought of it before but after consulting a map, I realized that I had a client or two within driving distance of Madison - a hotel in Ames, Iowa, and a landfill business in Joliet. Joliet seemed the best bet with access to Chicago flights, so I started working out travel arrangements. This was becoming more and more possible and it was becoming difficult to hide the prospect from Kiki.

I called him with the plan and we agreed on a date. I confirmed other arrangements of things he would have at the house. Last, but not least, we agreed that he would leave Kiki blindfolded and tied to her bed face down, when I arrived a 6 p.m. on that Friday night.

I could almost see him grin when he said, "Fantasy number one."

This was actually going to happen!

I drove into Madison about 5 p.m. on the appointed Friday evening and stopped for coffee and to reconnoiter. I really didn't want to encounter Bud, as I thought the less he knew of me, the less real this weekend would be for him. It only mattered that it was real for Kiki and me.

At precisely 6 p.m., I drove my rental car into Kiki's garage, which Bud had left open for me. It was dark by then and I could move directly into the house without being seen by nosy neighbors. I entered the kitchen quietly to locate the ice and other accoutrements. In the entryway, he had left a peacock feather as promised. Then I silently crept back to the bedroom. 

Candles he had placed were unlit but a small bedside lamp shed sufficient light to see my beautiful Kiki. Dressed only in a purple camisole and matching g-string, she lay on her stomach with a secure blindfold in place. I assumed she had been that way for 20 to 30 minutes. I paused to memorize the vista. Her auburn hair covered her face when I first arrived but the camisole did not hide her womanly curves and breasts. No skinny runway model was Kiki. Although petite in stature, she was a real woman with Reubenesque curves and delicious "meat" on her feminine bones. I had never first laid eyes on a woman spread and tied to a bed, but I loved what I saw and couldn't wait to make love to that beautiful body. 

It was time to let her know that someone was there. I lit the four candles with a match.

"Bud, is that you?" she queried. No Answer, no other sound. Then she felt me grab her thong back to rip her g-string panties from her hips with a jerk.

"Who is it? Who's there? Bud? Stacey? Scott? Answer me you asshole!" she demanded impatiently. She was obviously used to having her way when she wanted to know something. Still no response from me. Not yet. (By the way, who's Scott?)

I then removed my clothes, making a point to be especially loud in unbuckling my belt and lowering my zipper. She was breathing somewhat harder now than when I entered the room, as she kept demanding to know who was there. 

My cock popped out of my boxers already hard. Seeing the crack of her ass dissolve into her pretty pussy, I was almost overcome with a desire to sink my rod into the cunt that I had dreamed about so often. The aroma of blackberry filled the air combined with the unmistakable scent of a moistening pussy.

I had to keep telling myself that we had all night to explore. No need to rush this. I especially wanted to conserve my cum as I knew I would never have enough for her once she discovered it was me.

I warmed the body oil Bud had left for me in my hands before massaging her dainty feet. I started sucking the big toe of her left foot and ran my tongue between each toe before moving to the other foot. She momentarily stopped talking and sighed. She began to shiver and goose bumps appeared on the back of her thighs as I ever so slowly ran two fingers of one hand up the inside of her leg, stopping just short of her pussy. Running them back down the other leg pulled an "Ahhh" from her excited mouth. She hunched her hips up to tilt her pussy for better access. Horny little bitch!

With my fingernails I lightly dragged up the outsides of her legs to her ass, where they again missed her pussy while lightly caressing into the crack of her ass. On up her back, a little harder as in a light massage, to her neck my hands went. Very carefully so as not to give away my beard, I blew my warm breathe on her ears and kissed her neck after lifting her hair to expose it. Then I started over again from her feet, only this time with just my tongue. She groaned and again lifted her hips as far as she could in an attempt to capture my tongue between her legs and the crack of her ass.

"Please, tell me who's there," she whispered when my tongue was on her neck. Still I remained silent. I had almost forgotten the peacock feather. After retrieving it from the kitchen, I giggled as I walked around a strange house in the nude – preceded by a very firm erection leaking pre-cum. I walked back into the bedroom.

"Are there two of you?" she asked tremulously. Apparently a threesome with two strange men was a little more than she bargained for. Damn, I thought – I hoped she thought two guys had fucked her by the time I was done with this delightful surprise. 

"Who's there? Bud?" as she struggled to escape the bonds holding her spread-eagle. "Answer me damn it!"

Maybe she thought she could get away with those demands with Bud but it was time to show her who was in charge.

"Smack! Smack!" was the sound of my open palm on her right buttock and then her left. And then twice again.

"Ow!" got her two more. She finally figured out that she better shut up if she wanted to avoid further pain. But I noticed that her pussy was beginning to drip onto the sheets as I admired the red palm prints on her butt.

I was ready to touch that pretty shaved pussy. The feather tip moved slowly up the inside of one thigh and over the crack of her ass, and then returned to her feet. This time when I got to the top of the inside of her thigh, I didn't stop. The feather flicked across her wet labia, slowly but surely. She gasped. After about a minute of this, trying to coax her clit out into prominence, I spread her cheeks and began running the feather up and down, focusing on her small star.

"Oh, GOD!" she moaned. "What are you doing to me?" I don't think anyone had ever spent any time stimulating her little rosebud, but that was going to change this weekend. I moved the peacock feather up her back to her neck and ears. She shivered.

Finally, I was ready to touch her pussy. But first, I leaned into her crotch and made a loud sound of inhaling her aroma. "AHHHH." I blew warm breath on her pussy and on her ass after spreading her cheeks. Moving my fingers up the inside of her thighs, this time I didn't stop when I came to the juncture. Very slowly, excruciating for her, I moved my middle finger over her labia to the back of her slit. It was very wet as I drew my finger up and down her furrow, stopping just short of her emerging clit. And then back again. With each traverse of her slit, I edged my finger a little deeper, until finally it came to rest at her opening.

Her moans increased and she tried to lift her hips and ass to impale her cunt on my finger. But I held it back and only circled it around her opening.

"You are driving me crazy! Why don't you push it in? Fuck me!" she nearly screamed. She could not keep her hips still as she strained her bonds trying to get my fingers deeper into her cunt. I wondered whether she knew it was not Bud taking these liberties with her body, or if she cared.

I withdrew my hand and spread the cheeks of her ass to expose her asshole. I leaned over it and let a long column of spittle slowly descend from my mouth to her rosebud.

"What the hell is that? Why are you teasing me? What are you going to do to my ass, you fuckers!" she whined. Although we had talked about it, I knew that no one had ever touched her little halo and I relished being the first. Before the weekend was over, I hoped to have her anal cherry. 

"Smack! Smack!" Her ass was turning a bright shade of crimson. I longed to tell her to shut her slut trap and require her submission, but I was content to let her think two strangers were in control of her for a while longer. 

With my middle finger still wet with her pussy juice, I circled it slowly around her rosebud, working the saliva in as I pressed into her small rear hole. At first she tried to clinch her cheeks but gave up when I got in to the second knuckle with my middle finger. She held her breath and finally exhaled as her anus started to relax. She groaned.

Then I reached my thumb of the same hand down to her pussy and began to circle her clit. She began a steady moan with the dual stimulation and she tensed her legs.

"Oh God," she whispered. "Please make me cum. I don't care who you are. Please." But I wasn't ready to let her cum. Not yet.

Leaving her hips circling, I withdrew my fingers and went to the kitchen to retrieve some ice. My stiff prick was still leading me around the house. I looked down at it and realized that I needed to get into her soon. I wanted my first load in her mouth, not on the floor.

The ice cube dripped cold drops onto her ass as I held it above her. Close to the edge when I left, she was now quick to regain her excitement. She shivered. Then I put the ice cube on her ankle and started the descent up the inside of her thigh. Again I skipped over her vulva to trail down the other thigh. Waiting 10 seconds, I touched the ice directly to her slit.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!….." she exhaled rapidly, not unlike the sound made when you first get into frigid water. I rubbed her slit and teased her clit, before moving up to her crack and pressing the melting cube into her rosebud. Her hips continued to move in frenetic circles and I realized that she would cum if I played more between her thighs.

Time to bring my aching dick into play. I slapped her ass and began to massage her calves, before quickly moving up to her head to present my cock to her mouth. I had a fleeting thought that she might attempt to bite, to reassert control, but she was too far gone with her excitement. She opened wide when she felt my large soft crown pressing on her lips and sucked me in. 

She sucked me as though she was ravenous. With slurping sounds, she bathed my hard shaft with her saliva and sucked – hard. Her warm, wet mouth felt like a vagina. I wanted desperately to fuck her mouth but the angle was wrong with her tied on her stomach. I didn't want to cum, so I pulled it out, rubbing my glans around her face, ears, and neck, wetting her skin with her saliva. 


Kiki's Field of Dreams



"You're not Bud," she groaned. After ten years, I guess she knew what Bud's cock felt and tasted like in her mouth. "Who are you?" 

I knew I couldn't keep my silence (or my cum) much longer, but a little BDSM was her fantasy and I was committed to give her that before she knew it was Mac. From my jacket, I pulled out a small whip and covered my mouth with my hand to disguise my voice.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" went the whip on her butt and upper thighs. I had been assured by the clerk at my local adult store that this whip would sting but was guaranteed not to break the skin..

"Shut up, slut! I'll take your cunt when I'm ready, and you won't cum until I say so!" I said as cruelly as I could. 

This was her fantasy, not mine. The only dominance I wanted to give her was with my hard cock. She inhaled sharply and steeled herself for several more blows. That was enough for me, but her pussy juice was dripping on the bedspread. 

I grazed the whip over her thighs and pussy before casting it aside. She felt my legs straddle her thighs, and suddenly she felt my slick cock pushing to separate her labia. My knob slipped in easily.

"Oh God! Oh God! Don't stop. FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she screeched. Her hips went crazy as she strained to tilt and raise her vagina up my shaft.

I gave her five slow, shallow strokes and pulled out.

"NO! NO! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! FUCK ME! I NEED TO CUM!" she screamed as her pussy tried to follow me. I began to worry that the neighbors would hear her and think there was a rape in progress.

It was time. Wedging my rod between her knees, I leaned down to spread her cheeks. My tongue sought out her asshole and I buried my beard and face in her crack. Rimming her, I tried to penetrate her rosebud with the tip of my tongue.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! FUCK!" she groaned as she tensed her ass. And then I guess she felt the beard and remembered my fascination with her ass.

"MAC? MAC? Is that you?"

"Smack! Smack!"

"Shut up you cumslut!" giving myself away with her pet name and my soft voice. "Smack! Smack!"

"Oh Mac. Please take my mask off. I need to see you. Please take off the ties – I've got to hold you! You can spank me all you want later. Please," she begged.

I agreed as I removed her blindfold. Our eyes locked and we couldn't stop smiling as I removed the binding on her ankles first and then her wrists.

"You are a little cumslut, Kiki," I said as she rolled onto her back and reached for me. "You would have fucked anybody about now!"

My mouth touched hers, lightly at first and then with increasing pressure as our tongues caressed our lips and explored each other's mouth.  Yes, she was a wonderful kisser. 

I pulled the camisole over her head and stretched out to mold my body to hers as my arms clutched her back and ass to me. She spread her thighs wider than I thought possible. Without really being conscious of it, my cock found her opening quite on its own, as though drawn by a magnet. With no help from either of us, I thrust my length into the bottom of her cunt with one long, slow surge. 

"AHHHHHHH," we moaned together as she reached her hands out to my ass to clutch me as tightly to her vulva as possible. I felt her cervix pulse and ground my groin against her mound and clit. I circled my cock, stirring her cunt, as we savored our joining after fantasizing about it for so long.

I knew neither of us could last long as I withdrew and began thrusting into her receptive velvet tunnel. Her legs wrapped around my ass and thighs as we began slamming our sex together with explosive force. Our tongues thrust into each other's mouths at a pace to match my cock. The feel of her tits on my chest was heavenly, her nipples hard as rocks as her breasts surged with each thrust into her core.

Her cunt clasped me like a milking glove and her labia clutched my shaft on each outstroke. Our breathing rose in crescendo. Already on the edge after my long tease, she came with a quiet scream the first time.

"CUM FOR ME! CUM IN ME!" she screamed. But I wanted to hold out, savoring the exquisite sensation of being in her warm quim as long as I could. I thought she would squeeze the breath out of me as she came again. I began slamming into her and she knew that I was going to explode.

"In my mouth! Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you!" she cried out as I pummeled her cervix. My first huge spurt shot out seeking her womb but I quickly pulled out as she scrambled to get her mouth over my wet dick. 

I immediately exploded into her throat as I shouted my pleasure at the top of my lungs. I don't know who was louder but I kept thrusting as I shot five ropes of thick warm cream into her receptive mouth. She swallowed some and some dripped over her chin onto her warm tits. Some she kept in her mouth as I leaned in for a ravenous kiss. We had talked about a snowball and another fantasy was realized. The taste of my cum was OK but I loved the combination of her juice and my cum on her lips.

Finally, we became quiet as her breathing slowed and our kisses softened. I scooped the sauce on her chin into her mouth and leaned down to clean it off her tits with my lips. I stuffed my softening rod back into her soaking cunt. 

"Oh God, that was good," I sighed.

"I could feel your cock spurting it first load into my pussy. My pussy loved you, Mac. Oh God, is this what sex is supposed to be like?" she whispered as she covered my eyes, ears, and neck with soft kisses.

"Just the first time, my Love. It gets better, much better," I assured her.

I felt my dick softening in her wet oven, soaking in the juices we had yearned to share for so long. I petted her ass and back as I came down from my high. I licked her neck and smiled as I remembered that I had barely touched her fabulous tits in my zeal to drive my cock through her womb and out her throat. And I had not yet tasted her exquisite shaved pussy.

But I had plenty of time now.

After 10 minutes of whispering and petting, I rolled to my side feeling my dick separate from her pussy with a soft sucking noise.

"So hello, Kiki. How the hell are you?" I smiled as our passion finally receded.

"I'm wonderful now," she sighed. "I can't believe this. I can't believe you are here."

"I know. When Bud called, all I could think was "un-fucking-believeable." We giggled and kissed.

We talked quietly about the weekend and my plans. She couldn't believe she had at least until Sunday noon.

"I think I'll skip church on Sunday. With or without panties, I'll probably be too sore to sit anyway," she grinned.

I told her my plans for Saturday in Cedar Rapids. She finally asked whether I was hungry.

"Yeah, for these," I said as I reached for her breasts. I had never seen such large breasts – D maybe, but not DDD! I touched them, squeezed them, stroked them, lifted them, weighed them, kissed them, sucked them, licked them – just wallowed in the sensual thrill of them. I had never previously been a particular fan of large bagoes, but these were riveting in their grandeur. I couldn't get enough of them. I knew from our correspondence that they were very sensitive (unusual for large breasts in my experience) and I began to wonder whether I could give her an orgasm just from exciting her breasts, without touching her kitty.

Her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored as I worshiped her tits. She was content to let me play with them to my heart's content. I captured her nipples, squeezing them between thumb and forefinger. That got Kiki's attention. Pulling her hooters up by her nipples caused her to grimace and look at me to see if I was starting the D/s stuff again. But then I suckled her nipple while continuing to fondle the other breast. If it were possible to get milk from them, I would have that evening. I loved her scent – trademark blackberry. Her skin had just enough salt to give it a taste that I would not forget. 

Kiki's tits were a gift from heaven. I took the precious opportunity to know them in a way that I would long remember.

Before she could cum, I remembered another sensation that I had not yet sampled – her pussy. I looked down to see her legs spread wide – as if to remind me. There I viewed a sight that I had long dreamed about – her engorged lips still separated by the withdrawal of my cock. And between her labia, her wetness combined with a little of mine, leaking onto the widening wet spot on the bedspread.

I could not resist. I leaned down and hooked my hands under her knees to spread her thighs as wide as they went. I breathed deeply, taking in ambrosia that was intoxicating – her pussy juice, my semen, blackberry, and perspiration. My tongue slipped out to gather a drop of the juice before it disappeared into her crack. I locked my lips atop her slit and sucked as much sauce as I could vacuum from her cunt. 

Then placing three fingers in her sloppy vagina, I returned to her mouth. Her lips were incredibly soft and her tongue sought out mine and the contents of my mouth. We swilled our commingled juice back and forth until I broke the kiss. Locking our eyes on one another, we both swallowed and grinned. Another fantasy complete.

Returning to her vulva, I began eating her in earnest. Sucking what remained of our cum (which I swallowed as fast as I could capture it in my mouth), I pulled on her hanging lips, nipping them lightly with my teeth after holding them with my lips. My tongue moved rapidly up and down her slit and then slid into her cunt as far as I could reach. My fingers sought her G-spot as my tongue swabbed the inside of her pussy.

I had avoided her clit but I now wanted to hear her cum again. With my other hand, I spread the hood over her clit and began to circle it with my tongue, alternating with sucking it into my mouth as though it were one of her nipples.

"Oh yes. Oh yeah. Don't stop! That feels wonderful!  What is your mouth doing to me?" Kiki exclaimed between breaths. 

And then she stopped talking. And breathing. And she came with a shout that I was sure could be heard next door.

I reduced my sucking and stroking gradually so she could taper off from her climax. With one final long flat lick from bottom to top of her crease, I moved back up to her ruby lips.  We kissed deeply again as she licked her juice from my lips.

"Oh Mac. I knew it would be like this."

"And I knew you would taste like ambrosia," I sighed.

We hugged as we stroked each other's body with affection. When our breathing returned to normal, she raised her face from my neck and looked me in the eye with a smile.

"I want to suck your cock," she said mischievously.

Keeping my sensuous plan in mind, I immediately reassumed my role.

"When I'm ready, Bitch," I said sternly, removing her hand from my dick. "On your knees!"

With a jolt, Kiki realized the D/s game was back on and obeyed my order. I found the blindfold on the floor and placed it securely over her eyes. Untying the Velcro handcuffs from the corners of the bed, I pulled her arms in front of her for binding with those straps. Then I reached into my trouser pocket to retrieve another devise that I had brought from California.

"SHH, shh, shh. Be still, cumslut," I ordered quietly. 

Opening the clawed clips at either end of the thin chain, I slowly clamped them to her nipples.

"OW! That hurts, you bastard!" she shouted in surprise.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Shut up, slut. You are MY cumslut and you'll do whatever I say – and thank me. You are not to speak unless I tell you to. And if I have any more trouble with you, the whip comes out." 

This was her fantasy but I wanted to play my part with authority. A tear rolled down her cheek, the pain of the spanking and the nipple clips difficult to bear. But I was beginning to understand the thrill of domination and submission. This powerful woman wanted the freedom that came with sexual domination, to place her heart and cunt in the hands of her lover who wanted her as his total possession.

I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs, guiding her to kneel on the floor in front of me.

"Now you may suck my cock, slut. Lick all our juice from my balls and let's see what kind of a cocksucker you are, cunt!

She reached out with her mouth to locate my groin. After lifting my cock from my balls with her tongue, Kiki began to suck.

"Lick it first! When you have all your lovely juice in your mouth, then you may suck. Only your mouth and tongue. Don't forget or the spanking will start again and I will tie your hands to your feet behind you!"

Lifting my balls to clean our juice from the underside and my crack, I felt butterflies in my stomach as I watched her expertise in action. Her ministrations felt heavenly. Only a dead man would not have responded to her tongue.

Then she began licking my dick from top to bottom. When it was clean and glistened with her saliva, she sucked it into her mouth and clamped onto it with her lips. Kiki began sucking with enthusiasm and fervor. The sounds of her slurping my cock into her wet mouth were exciting beyond belief. 

This woman truly loved to suck cock. As importantly, she knew how to suck a man. The boast of Willie Nelson that "she could suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch" came to mind.

In no more than three minutes, she had my rod rigid and pointing to the ceiling. Then I saw a surprising movement out of the corner of my eye.

I looked over quickly to see a very attractive and slender brunette woman standing in the bedroom doorway. 

I don't know who was more surprised. She held out a book as though to explain her presence but she was speechless. I looked at her in puzzlement. She was transfixed by watching a blindfolded Kiki slurp and suck my rigid shaft. 

"Sorry, I … was just …. returning …. this cookbook," the woman said softly as she transferred her gaze to me. She was very red in the face. After looking once again to Kiki's naked body and my cock buried in her mouth, the woman began to back away towards the door.

"No, stay. Kiki wants you to stay and watch," I said softly so as not to frighten her. "Tell her Kiki."

Kiki had stopped sucking when she heard the woman's voice. Lifting her mouth off my boner, Kiki turned toward the sound of the woman's voice and said, " Yes, I want you to stay, Stacey. Please stay; I want you to watch Mac fuck me. Please."

Stacey hesitated, looking from Kiki to me and back again.

"Come in, Stacey", I said softly. "Pull that chair over next to me so you can see better." I knew who Stacey was and I realized that she must have recognized me from pictures that Kiki had shown her.

As though in a trance, Kiki's best friend did as she was told, her eyes never leaving the naked Kiki and the stiff cock pointing above Kiki's mouth. Kiki resumed her noisy and sloppy sucking when I pulled her nipple chain toward me.

I did not want to cum in Kiki's mouth now.

"Enough slut. Get up here and fuck me," I ordered as I pulled my cock from her mouth and rolled out from under her to my feet. I turned toward Stacey but was careful not to touch her or scare her out of her seeming trance. Turning back to Kiki, I lifted her under her arms. . 

"Get on the bed on your knees. I am going to fuck you from behind like the fuckslut you are. I want you to feel how deep I am in your precious cunt."

Kiki shivered at the rough language in front of her friend and followed me up from her knees. Lowering her head toward the sheets, she spread her thighs and raised her ass to open herself to my horn. Stacey's eyes darted between Kiki's shaved pussy and my cock as it approached. Unconsciously, she moistened her lips.

Standing on the floor to get maximum penetration and traction, I drove my cock into Kiki, whose cunt was dripping and open. She sighed, experiencing this position for the first time. I sensed that she liked it as she thrust her hips back to me with each stroke and grunted each time I touched her cervix.

"Uhn. …. Uhn. …. Uhn." 

I varied my depth and paid special attention to the G-spot, which was very available from this angle. Round and round I circled my soaking dick through her tight opening. Her cries became more rapid as I increased my speed and I knew she was getting close. The stimulation provided by this novel position and the fact that she had an intimate audience were pushing her to climax.

I reached around to massage her clit and one breast. That carried her over the top, as her grunts turned into one high-pitched groan unlike what I had heard during her phone sex orgasms. Sweat covered her back and dripped from my nose onto her gorgeous ass.

I paused with my dick buried to the hilt and turned to Stacey who was flushed and seated on the edge of her chair watching the sexual tableau.

"Strip, Stacey," I said softly but without admitting of any choice for her. "You should be naked like we are."

I didn't know whether she would respond as requested or flee the room. After a long quiet pause during which she looked from my eyes to my joining with Kiki, she stood up and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. There was no bra underneath. Her shoes and jeans followed as she continued to stare at my shaft working in and out of Kiki's cunt once again.

Stacey stopped before removing her black bikini panties and sat back down. I could see a dark, wet spot at the crotch of her panties. Her breasts were small but nicely shaped. Stacey's nipples were very hard and it was not cool in the bedroom.

Again I stopped, this time pulling out of Kiki sweet cunt. 

"I want you on top, cumslut." I lay down on the bed between her and Stacey and pulled Kiki by her breast chain to climb over me.

"No hands! Get my cock lined up with your pussy or I will line it up with your ass."

My stiff dick was waving in the air and Kiki was having difficulty, without eyes or hands, getting me back inside her. I did not help her, although I would have been in her in a second had she just sat still (as if my cock could somehow have avoided the magnetic pull of that incredible pussy).

"Help her, Stacey," I asked quietly, looking over to Stacey's wide eyes. 

Stacey reacted immediately, no longer able to sit still on the sidelines. She stood, knelt on the bed, and she reached down to grasp my wet cock to hold it still for Kiki. With her other hand, she touched Kiki's hip and guided her to a position over my erection. When Stacey had my cock where they wanted it, Kiki began to lower her dripping cunt onto my cock.

"Ah.  Ah. Ah," Kiki sighed as my dick moved slowly to the bottom of her vagina. When she had it all the way against her cervix she stopped, enjoying the sensation of being filled. She then began to post herself up and down.

"Yes fuck me, cumslut," I groaned. 

Looking over at Stacey, who was transfixed by Kiki's pussy now fully impaled on my dick, I motioned her hand to the nearest nipple clip. In pantomime, I demonstrated that we should remove the clips at the same time on my command. She reached with one hand to grasp the clamp.

"Now," I said as I pulled one clip at the same time as Stacey pulled the other off. I immediately began sucking Kiki's right nipple. Without hesitation, Stacey sucked the nipple nearest her into her soft mouth.

Kiki's sigh of relief at the removal of the clips was quickly replaced by a squeal of delight at the realization that she had two mouths on her tits - fulfillment of another fantasy. She began moving faster and faster on my cock as the emotional excitement of our suckling excited her tremendously.

"God, I'm cumming again," Kiki cried out as she jerked her hips over me, grinding my cock hard against her clit.

Now I was beginning to lose control over my orgasm. Kiki's cunt milked me as she rode up and down. And I was being stimulated beyond control by the beautiful scene before me. 




Kiki's Field of Dreams



I reached up and removed Kiki's blindfold. For the first time she saw Stacey's nearly nude body. 

"I am close, cumslut. Where do you want me to cum?"

"On our tits," she exclaimed and raised herself off of me. She stepped off the bed to kneel on the carpet next to Stacey.

I raised myself to my knees to point my cock toward Kiki's generous tits. Kiki grasped my cock to complete my orgasm. As I let loose an incoherent shout, she directed the first spurt to her left nipple and the second and third to each of Stacey's nipples. Kiki then rubbed the last dribbles over her other breast before leaning her mouth down to capture the glans and suck the rest of my cum into her mouth.

None of us spoke as Stacey and I leaned down to lick my cum from each of Kiki's tits. Kiki and I then turned to Stacey. Kiki licked and kissed Stacey's right breast and nipple. I kissed her other nipple and wiped a dollop of cum from her breast with my thumb. I lowered my thumb to her panties and spread the cum over her pussy, while at the same time leaning into give Stacey a gentle kiss on her mouth.

Stacey held Kiki to her breast and my hand to her panties as her breath became ragged. She tensed as though in orgasm. After breaking my kiss, she turned to Kiki to pull Kiki's lips from her nipple. Stacey and Kiki tenderly joined their lips in a delightful, lingering kiss.

We all caught our breath and leaned back.

Stacey smiled with a twinkle in her eye, "I think I had better be getting back home. This has been very … interesting – and fun.."

"But you'll cum back tomorrow?" I asked, as Kiki nodded her encouraged.

"We'll see what tomorrow brings," she said as she reached for her shirt. Kiki and I both reached out to caress a breast as Stacey donned her sweatshirt, pulling it over our hands and stepping back. As she reached to step into her jeans, I gently grasped her wrist.

"Leave us your panties," I said quietly.

"What will my husband Jon say if I come home without panties?" she replied with a question in her eyes.

"What will he say if you come home with semen on them?" I said with a grin.

After a short pause to ponder my question, she reached with both hands to lower her lingerie. Stepping out of them, she handed them to me with a sexy smile. Her brunette bush was bikini trimmed but not shaved. 

"Thank you," I said as I raised her panties to inhale her scent.. "Please think about joining us tomorrow night in Cedar Rapids. Even if only to take pictures."

She pulled on her jeans and tennis shoes, kissed naked Kiki on the cheek and retreated to the door. Before walking through the door, she turned and blew us a kiss.

I pulled my beautiful Kiki to me and held her tightly.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. We had been at this long awaited encounter for three hours. In answer, Kiki lifted her hands for release from the Velcro bonds.

"I don't know what there is to eat," she grinned. "I expected Bud to take me out."

"I brought some gourmet Sicilian pizza and fine California wine."

"Sold," she said as she stood up, rubbing her nipples. "But no more BDSM, okay?"

"Sweetheart, I'm through when you say the word. I got a little turn-on knowing how that permitted you to let some inhibitions go, but I would much rather love and fuck you than whip you. The BDSM was all for you and I'm done," I chuckled, "at least until tomorrow!"

Kiki looked at me sharply. I pulled her to me for a kiss on her forehead as I held her nude body in my arms. I took her lips in another languid kiss. Damn, that woman could kiss.

She started to put a light robe on but I stopped her.

"I want you naked, my little fuckslut. I have never had you before and I may never have you again. But tonight, I want to see all of you all of the time. Just high heels, my dear. I want to watch that ass to its best advantage."

Pulling the heels from the closet, Kiki smiled and took my hand to lead me to the kitchen. I loved the way her tits swayed as she walked and the way her ass wiggled. I was unable to keep my hands off of her body – her waist, her shoulders, her hips, and the crack of her ass. So damp and soft.

We popped the pizza in the oven. According to the instructions, it would be a half an hour before it was ready, assuming the oven heated quickly. I opened one of the Gamay Beaujolais's to breathe.

"I think I'd like a shower while we wait," she said and grabbed my hand again.

"Remember," I warned, "we only have thirty minutes." 

Watching her ass sway to the bathroom got my juices flowing again. We had often fantasized about fucking in the shower. She had never done it there (or almost anywhere but her bedroom, for that matter) but there is something so sensuous about rubbing soapy hands all over the female body. 

Kiki slipped off her heels and started the water. After getting the right temperature, she pulled the switch for the shower and stepped in. Her tub shower was a little small but I had no problem slipping in behind her as the warm water cascaded down upon her full breasts. Nuzzling her neck, I soaped my hands and began "washing" Kiki's nipples. I adored her tits, so big, so soft, and so squeezable. It did not take long before I realized that my rod was up and pressing between the cheeks of her ass.

She was moaning with her eyes closed when I knelt behind her to wipe the suds from her crack. Spreading her cheeks with my hands, I again had access to her rosebud and redoubled my efforts to insert my stiff tongue. She stiffened at first but then relaxed and began to enjoy this novel sensation. It was one that I hoped she would discover was quite erotic and exciting. When I shifted my focus to her pussy, I pulled each labium away with my lips and just a hint of teeth. Licking up and down her fragrant crease, I forced her to bend over further so I could begin teasing her clit.

"Ah!" was her sharp exhale when I slipped my finger into her anus as my thumb entered the wet opening to her cunt. I began to seesaw the two digits, alternating penetration of one hole and then the other. 

"Are you going to fuck my ass?" Kiki asked with a small trembling in her voice.

"Not tonight my love," I whispered. "Maybe tomorrow night if you are ready."

"I'll be ready. I want you to have my ass."

"We'll see. Tonight I just want to loosen you up - and fuck your sweet quim again."

I stood up and measured her for penetration. She was too short to comfortably get my prick into her vagina from behind, bending at the waist as she did. I looked around and spied the heels. Nothing seemed impossible tonight. I bent and reached for the shoes.

"Put these on," I said.

"Are you crazy! You want me to wear high heels in the shower?' Kiki started laughing. 

My hand cupping her vulva quieted the mirth. I kissed her hard and pressed my erection into her hips as I held her to me.

"Yes, my little slut," I whispered. "I need to raise that pretty twat so I can pound you for a while.  I have to raise the angle of the dangle." (Sorry, Pete, but I always wanted to use that line in real life).

Kneeling to bury my nose in her ass, I lifted each foot to put the heels on. There she stood in the warm shower, bent from the waist, tits hanging near her toes, crack split open, high heels filling with water. But her pussy was the perfect height as I rubbed my glans up and down her slit to wet me with her tangy juice. Kiki exhaled sharply as I plunged my hard cock in to the hilt.

I worked a thumb back into her asshole as I pounded her tight cunt. This was another position she had never experienced and it was abundantly clear that she loved it. At that angle, the underside of my dick rubbed over her clit, both in and out. She began thrusting her ass back at me to drive my prick further into her clasping cavern. One hand on the wall for support, she couldn't push fast enough.

"Fuck me, Mac. FUCK ME!" Kiki cried out as she came.

I regained my presence of mind from the visual and physical circus I was experiencing. Just as she came, the hot water began to run out and I remembered that I did not want to cum this time. If I did, I was sure I would be done for the night but I wanted to fuck her again. These moments were so precious and I wanted to fuck her so much that I didn't want to interfere with that by cumming.

Besides, the pizza was done.

I leaned forward to grab her bagoes and lifted her upright as I pulled out of her cunt. Turning her in my arms to kiss her, I turned off the water and opened the shower curtain to lift her onto dry land.

"You didn't cum, did you Mac?" she asked as she grasped my still hard dick for balance while she kicked off her wet heels.

"Later, my sweet Kiki. When we fuck again."

She seemed to understand and let me gently dry her off. Promising that it would be my turn to have my ass invaded the next time we showered, she dried me and led me back to the kitchen by my pecker. The pizza was a little overdone, but I like crispy crusts.

We poured some wine and took the pizza back to the bedroom. If you haven't tried eating dinner in bed with a woman who was incapable of keeping her tits out of the pizza, you've missed a thrill, Saint Peter. All I could think about was spreading the warm cheese over her nipples and drizzling Gamay over her tits.

"Well, did I meet your expectations?" Kiki asked with a somewhat bashful expression on her face.

"More than I could have imagined in my most detailed fantasy," I replied with a smile. "You know this was almost the ideal situation for us to meet for the first time. If you or I had met the other at the airport for the first time, we would have been very self-conscious. Knowing you as I do, you would have worried that I didn't like what you were wearing or how you looked. I might have wondered whether you would be turned off by seeing a man twenty years your senior in person."

"I know what you are talking about," Kiki said with a knowing smile. "I would have had many days to worry about the things that I have spent all my adult life worrying about  Not about you, but me."

"That's why I wanted you to be tied up and blindfolded when I arrived. You had no time to think about it before hand – no time to pull back from the incredible intimacy we have achieved over the past few months. It's an intimacy that we could only have achieved by meeting on the Internet.  Your remarkable openness attracted me to you and, meeting you this way, neither of us had a chance to fuck it up. You can't clam up when you are lying there with legs spread and pussy on display. When was the last time you let a man see your wet pussy before you kissed him?" I chuckled.

"That would be never, Mac," she said with a wistful smile. "Of course, you are only the second man to have seen it, wet or dry. Actually I don't think it has ever been dry when you have been on my mind. 

"Yeah, I agree, it was perfect that we both be naked and aroused the first time we met," Kiki continued. "No chance to hide. I've seen a lot of lying and panting in cyber but if two people are honest, it is pretty easy to cut to the quick. Was it that easy to get into my pants?"

"You never wear any, my little cumslut," I said with a smirk. "But the Internet does allow us to eliminate the games that men and women usually play. I wonder why that is?"

"Because, as easy as it is to fake it, there is no reason to," she answered. This woman was wise indeed.

"Speaking of reason, is there any reason why your thighs have closed?" I asked with a lecherous smile.

"Nice segue'," Kiki laughed as she lifted her knee to her chest "I hope that means you are ready to fuck me again with that lovely cock."

"MmmmmFff," I grunted as my tongue found her moist crease.

"Oh, yes," she said with a moan.

I had no intention of stopping. Kiki tasted delicious. Something about a shaved pussy and a supremely sensuous woman that gave her quim a sweet taste like no other. I could have sucked her the rest of the night, with occasional detours to her backdoor but I wanted to finally fill her with a full load of seed. 

She pulled me around so she could get at my dick and began licking it like an ice cream cone. After gently sucking each of my balls into her warm, wet mouth, she took the knob into her mouth. Swirling round and round with her tongue, Kiki quickly had me to a stand.

We both knew what we wanted. She had a small climax on my tongue and then pulled my wet face to her for a passionate kiss. At the same time Kiki hooked her thigh around mine, guiding me between her legs. I didn't think my shaft required any guidance into her beckoning cunt, but her hand made sure of the mark. She was already wet from her oral ministrations. One steady thrust got me all the way into her dripping channel.

No D/s this time. No anonymous excitement or new positions or places. I could say it was just you basic missionary, mind-numbing fuck. But it was a transcendental fuck – lovemaking that joined us in a way that frenetic fucking cannot. The joinder of a man and a woman that fulfilled each in a way that she had never known before. I wanted her to know that – to know the perfect coupling where she couldn't tell where my cock ended and her cunt began. 

"Oh, God, fuck me, Mac," Kiki sighed. "Fuck me like I've never been fucked before."

And I did. I didn't want it ever to end. My cock surged in and out of a tight vagina that rippled and clasped and squeezed and snapped. I wanted to take her to the place where nothing existed in her universe but the hard cock demanding inexorable orgasm after inexorable orgasm. I wanted to take Kiki to the place where time, and her heart, stopped as she learned what it was to be possessed by a loving man who adored her. I wanted her to take me so far into her body that she would never forget what it felt like to give herself totally to a man and his rampant penis.

Surely that can't be a bad thing, can it, Saint Peter? Surely every woman should experience that, shouldn't she?

At times I think we both stopped breathing. Fifteen minutes; twenty minutes; thirty minutes, but we couldn't stop trying to get me into her womb. Two orgasms, and then three, and then four, as I felt like I wanted to fuck her into unconsciousness. My cock was on fire, each stroke producing sensations as delicious as the last.

Finally, I began to think I was going to lose it. It was the point where I either had to cum or lose my bone. So I pulled both her legs between mine and strained to fuck her as hard and fast as I could. My balls tightened.

"Cum with me!" I shouted.

Her fifth climax exploded into mine. I came and came and came, filling Kiki with so much warm cream that it rushed out of her clasping cunt onto my balls.

I lifted her right thigh to my waist and rolled to my side. Somewhere this side of exhausted sleep, I fancied pulling my softening cock out so I could lick her pussy clean. But I left it inside her to soak in our juices. That thought was my last of the night. We both passed out before our breathing could return to normal.

Tomorrow was another day to possess and be possessed by Kiki.