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Lazy Afternoon

By: AnonOne



Susan stretched out on the couch, put her book to the side, and flexed her toes. She admired the taunt muscles of her legs and realized for the first time that the happiness of her new life was beginning to assert itself. She watched the snow filter down through the pines outside the window of her home. Her self-image was healthy and her confidence was found anew. Even the exercise she had been getting had become more refreshing than tasking. 

The funk of her previous sorrows was slowly washing away. It was wonderful to finally have her home to herself. Her husband would be away for at least two weeks on business, and she decided to enjoy every moment of her freedom. She felt like she had her life back again and it was invigorating. In another hour she would be able to enjoy the best addition to her home, a brand new hot tub. He had said that he didn’t care what she bought. It was only fair since he dropped a bunch of cash on a new dish/DVD television system—yet something else to ignore her with. To make for an even more enjoyable afternoon, her new love interest would be spending the afternoon with her and had promised to cook.

Susan stretched again, enjoying the lazy afternoon. She lifted from her couch and ignited the gas fireplace. She went over to her stereo and smiled as her fingers selected her new favorite CD. Stan, her newest lover, had bought it for her as a gift. The smooth jazz tones filled her soul with relaxing warmth. Another long stretch and she headed back for her couch. She debated whether or not to change clothes. She rather liked the way the jersey tunic complemented her olive complexion, dark curls, and brown eyes. The fact that she could dress comfortably around Stan was just one of the many things she liked about her new beau. She smiled and picked her book back up. She reclined on the sofa enjoying the anticipation that was buzzing around her this afternoon. 

Stan returned from the store to see that spa delivery truck was gone, and smiled to himself. He had been looking forward to this afternoon for quite sometime. In a few more hours he would be sliding into the warm hot tub with his new lover, Susan. His mind reeled with the anticipation of making love to her. While they had not yet spoke the promise, it had been in their eyes the last few dates they had. They both knew that tonight would be their first “real” night together. Stan sat in the driveway and calmed his nerves. He wanted everything to go well. He wanted this romantic evening to be perfect for the two of them. He opened the door and gathered the grocery bags from his car and proceeded up the walk to her condo. He saw Susan in the living room relaxing.

He smiled when he heard the vibration of the smooth jazz CD he had given her last week emanating from her stereo. He took a moment to admire how peaceful she seemed reclining on the couch and reading. Her legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles, and he murmured a prayer of thanks for the lovely woman he had met as he admired the long sleek grace of her limbs. Susan was moving her foot to the music, and the slight bounce caused her thigh muscles to ripple underneath the button-down baseball jersey she was wearing. Stan rang the door bell. The music switched off abruptly and he could hear her naked feet pad softly, but quickly across the wooden floor of the foyer.

"Who is it?"

"Stan.”

He could almost hear her smile in the long pause from behind the door.

"Can I come in? He joked after several moments. Was that a giggle he heard as she finally opened the door?

"Sure," she said pertly as she swung open the door. The motion caused her to lift slightly and the jersey sailed up over her hips revealing her hidden treasures. He never doubted that she was a sexy, hot-blooded Italian, but the sight of her trimmed, yet dark pubis swirled over her olive skin made him swallow in anticipation. She blushed, forgetting that she didn't have anything on underneath. Stan politely looked the other direction as she pulled the long shirt back down. Her eyes slipped down with embarrassment.

"Sorry--I uhhmm--gee that was dumb of me."

"That's quite all right. I can’t think of a better way to be greeted.” He smiled to disarm the awkwardness as they stood in the foyer. For the first time he realized she was almost as tall as him and it sent a thrill through his entire body. He could almost feel those legs wrapping around him. So far, they had only been able to grab quick lust in the backseat of a car, tonight they would be exquisite together. Stan shrugged his arms which were full of groceries as he slipped passed her. Susan's eyes rose to meet his, but lingered at the slight bulge in his pants. She shut the door and followed him into the kitchen and helped him unload the bags in his arms.

"Lasagna?" Susan asked as she pulled the loaf of French bread and red wine from the shopping bag.

"As promised, my specialty!” Stan bowed playfully as he finished removing the fresh spices and tomatoes from the sack. “That’s why I am early. Sorry to surprise you. But I realized that it would take a little longer since the sauce is from scratch. I didn’t have any base left over in my freezer from the last batch."

“That’s okay, I was going nuts trying to amuse myself anyway. I mean the cute spa technician finished the installation early so I didn’t have anyone else to flirt with. . .” she teased.

“Flirt away.” Stan smiled as he began to arrange things and get accustomed to her kitchen.

“I have to admit, I thought you were all talk when you said you could cook. I expected you to show up with frozen lasagna. This is such a treat. So where did you learn to cook?" Susan asked curiously as she reached above her head for the wine sleeve. Her firm buttocks wiggled as she pulled the sleeve from the shelf.

"My soon to be ex-wife is all thumbs in the kitchen—and in other places,” he giggled as he pointed at her lack of bashfulness. 

"Ooops--I'm sorry." Susan whispered devilishly, implying that she really wasn’t.

"No need to apologize,” Stan said as he began browning the meat and slicing tomatoes.

Susan smiled and moved from around the counter and sat at the table careful not to flash Stan, but overacting with a demure smile.

"Are you hungry? I've picked up some salad that we could eat while we are waiting for the lasagna to bake,” Stan offered as he finished layering the pasta, meat, and cheese. He began to saute’ the tomatoes and garlic, preparing fresh base. “I hope you don’t mind, but it will take a while to bake.”

“I’m pretty hungry,” Susan said, the double meaning in her voice was not very subtle.

“I hope I can fill your appetite.”

"I don’t think there will be any problem there." Susan mused as she sneaked another glance at the bulge in his khakis.

"Do you happen to have oregano. I need just a pinch more than I brought.”

Stan saw where attention was fixed and blushed. He wasn’t used to a woman being so bold and aggressive. He decided he liked it. It thrilled him to be the prey for a change.

Susan stood and opened one of the cabinets and handed him the spice bottle. Her fingers brushed the inside of his wrist and he nearly jumped out his skin. Her touch was electric. Things were moving faster than he expected. She moved away and leaned against the counter. He was intoxicated by her simple beauty. Her brown eyes seemed to peer into his soul from beneath her lovely brown hair. Susan sighed, as she return his look of deep longing. They stood there and melted in the mutual gaze. Susan cleared her throat and turned to sit back down. Her mind reeled. Part of her wanted him to throw the things from the table, lay her down on it, and mount her with reckless abandon. 

Susan’s breathing quickened and her breasts swelled beneath the jersey. Stan's eyes gazed at them and she caught his admiration. She let him look and even seemed to turn in her chair slightly and brushed one hand through her dark hair to give him a better look at her waiting beauty. Something silently passed between them in that quiet moment. Her brown eyes locked with his briefly. They could sense the tingle of the electric spells passing between them. Each was waiting for the other to make the first move, but both delighted in the delicious delaying of gratification, not wanting to be the first to give in. It was a playful yet serious game, and they reveled in the sensation.

"Your special recipe smells wonderful. Not even my mom used home-made sauce," Susan pointed toward the oven, thus breaking the spell.

"Mhmmm, wait until you taste my special four-cheese garlic bread, There are times when I can eat just that with a chilled glass of Lambrusco. We can have some wine--your mom won't mind if you have a glass of wine with dinner will she?"

“Well, she said I should never drink wine on a date. . .but she didn’t say anything about drinking wine before fucking.” Susan shot him a impish glance that heated his loins.

Stan cleared his throat and opened the bag holding the bread and began cutting cheese and mixing garlic and butter. Susan stared at his strong hands and nimble fingers and sighed deeply wishing they were roaming over her body instead of working the bread. She reached out to grab his wrist. 

“Can I lick the knife?”

"Damn!" Stan blurted as her touch surprised him and the knife cut into his thumb.

Susan grabbed his wrist to see how bad it was. Several large drops of blood had dripped onto the counter. She placed his thumb in her mouth without thinking and sucked the blood away so she could see how bad the cut was. Blood beaded back up immediately and she pushed his thumb between her soft pink lips and sucked it gently. She was standing unbearably close to him. She pulled the thumb out and wrapped it in a paper towel and led him into the bathroom.

"It's not too bad--just a scratch. It'll stop bleeding as soon as we get a bandage on it." Susan reassured him as she opened the medicine cabinet. She ignored the fact that his erection had formed a tent in his trousers and was brushing against her thigh. She opened a bandage and began to dress his wound.

"Stan, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, you have me in a very vulnerable position."

"What's cuntyminglus?"

Stan jerked and his thumb started to bleed again.

"I think you mean cunnilingus, Susan. Where did you hear that term?"

"I read it in one of your stories." 

"It's something that would be easier to show you, than explain dryly in lecture form. Remember, when I told you about that velvet butterfly technique, well that is part of it." Stan replied trying not to lose his composure. His cock twitched in his pants. Susan went back to sucking on his thumb and watched him intently with saucer-like brown eyes. Neither one of them thought to use the bathroom sink. Susan's pink tongue licked his wound and she bandaged the cut. 

Stan went back to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine. He drank it quickly to wet his dry nervous throat. Why was he suddenly losing his cool with her? True, it would be the first woman he had been with since divorcing his wife of ten years, but before that he was vastly experienced and was a best-selling romance novelist. Right now however, he felt like a young teenage boy full of angst. He wanted desperately to fuck her--and he suspected that she was just a little horny for him too, but he didn’t want to move too quickly. He was inexplicably wary of messing things up. Stan poured another glass and drained it. He whirled when he felt Susan's arms wrap around him from behind. He brushed her arms away casually and smiled at her.

"Are you trying to injure me again?" Stan asked playfully as he went back over to the counter and spread the slices of cheese onto the bread.

"Why? Do you want to play doctor?" Susan flirted back. 

“I think I am ready for a soak in the hot tub. Do you think it is ready yet?”

“I am sure we can heat it up, if the temperature is still too cool.” Susan flashed him another wicked grin.

He finished the bread and left it ready to go into the oven. The timer indicated fifty-five minutes until the lasagna would be done. Susan helped herself to the wine as Stan covered the bread and turned down the oven. She licked a few drops that had spilled over the edge of her glass. Her tongue rolled slowly along the rim of the glass as she gazed up at Stan suggestively with wide brown eyes. Stan was bewitched by her little trick. His cock seemed to be ripping out of his pants as she licked the glass a few more times and glanced at him. Stan moved away from the counter and made a quick exit to the bathroom to switch into his bathing suit. He needed the hot tub right now. The effect she was having on him was nothing short of enormous. He had not had an erection of such girth and hardness in years. Only the hot tub could cover the massive thing. He felt like a teenager who was called up to the blackboard after being caught daydreaming. His erection was throbbing to the point of pain. Maybe if he soaked in the tub, he could ease things. At this state he was afraid he would cum at her first touch, and he wanted their first time together to last longer than it took to pop a bag of popcorn in a microwave. Just as he was about to shut the bathroom door, he saw that she had followed after him.

"Can you be more specific?" Susan asked playfully.

"About?" Stan said quickly trying to change clothes before she reached the doorway. His cock wouldn't fit inside his briefs, it was now visibly throbbing and even more erect, so he threw them back off and grabbed a towel from the shelf.

"Exactly what the velvet butterfly does. I mean I know it is a type of oral sex, but it just amazes me that there is a technique that can do what you describe for a woman." She said leaning into the room before Stan could cover himself with a towel. She stared hungrily at his prick and walked into the room.

"No."

"No?"

"It's not something I can describe to you, Susan."

"Why, because you think I'm too naive?" Susan teased as she toyed with the top button of the oversized jersey. It came undone and her fingers slipped to the next button.

"No, because your too dammed beautiful and. . .I really need to soak in the hot tub." Stan quickly explained.

“Your not losing your nerve are you?”

"Susan, I. . .”

“Yes?” She smiled at him demurely and unfastened another jersey button.

“I just don’t want you to think. . .”

"What? That you are a normal red-blooded American male. We’ve waited long enough. I am tired of waiting." Susan retorted as two more of the jersey buttons slipped open revealing a great deal of her breasts. Stan drank in her beauty. He was as intoxicated by her creamy skin as he was from the sweet Lambrusco. He felt the towel nearly come undone as his erection threatened to push up from underneath the terry cloth fabric. Susan took another step closer and he turned slipped past her. He went back to the kitchen and slid out the patio door off the kitchen and glided down the steps to the hot tub. He unfastened the towel, slid quickly under the water, and turned the jets on. The hot water washed over his body promising relaxation. It was a magnificent hot tub. Susan came out onto the deck from the kitchen carrying a tray of cheese, grapes, and another bottle of wine and two glasses. She flashed him a devilish smile as she padded over to the tub and set the refreshments down.

"Mind if I join you?" Susan asked not waiting for a reply as she shrugged out of her jersey. She let him gaze at her nude body in the moonlight before sliding into the swirling water. Her breasts jutted out of the splashing waves as she moved closer to him. Stan closed his eyes and gave into the moment. Susan reached out and stoked his hairy muscular chest with great curiosity. Her hands snaked downward and wrapped around his cock. Stan eased out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub. Susan smiled at him and moved between his legs. 

Her mouth was even hotter than the water as it slowly swirled down his length. She blew softly as she descended and then her lips wrapped tightly around the base as she swallowed him whole. Her lips tugged and her cheeks flared as she sucked hard on the upstroke. Stan opened his eyes and stared down at her dark curls that shook as her head bobbed methodically. He nearly swooned at the sensation of his first blow-job in nearly six years. Her mouth was skilled and experienced. She soon began to speed up, and her mouth began making small gurgling noises as she fucked him orally. His pent up desire began to pound in his loins and he reached down to warn her. Her brown eyes flashed up at him as she pushed his warning hands away. She continued to suck him harder and faster.

Susan's throat expanded and the tip of his cock brushed against her gullet. She didn't gag or even cough--just sucked and sucked until his mind reeled. Susan reached for his balls with her fingers and rolled them gently into her mouth with his huge cock. She looked like a sexy chipmunk--her jaws stuffed full of manhood. Stan couldn't last any longer and started shooting off in her mouth. Susan backed her mouth up and stopped with the knob just inside her flexing lips. She used his cock like a big fleshy straw to drink his salty milkshake right out of his balls. Stan began to spurt in tremendous spasms.

Susan continued to cover Stan's cock with small kisses and licked it slowly back to an erection before it could ever deflate. She pulled him into the tub and he surprised her by giving her a long passionate kiss on her lips still milky with his cumm. He kissed her expertly and began to gently caress her lovely breasts.

"You don't no how much I needed that," Stan informed her as he pulled away from a deep french kiss to nuzzle her breasts. His fingers found her soft netherlips and began to stroke her clitoris. Susan leaned back and moaned as he continued to stroke her pussy. Susan tried to swing into his lap but he pushed her away. He reached for one of the lounge chair cushions and arranged it next to the tub. He lifted her out of the water and set her gently on the cushion. He pulled the cushion over the edge and spread Susan's thighs with strong gentle hands. Stan lifted her legs slightly and softly kissed the arch of her foot. His lips then made a slow path toward her inner thighs covering her long, shapely legs with tender kisses. His nose brushed her pubis as he switched legs and teased her with his tongue, lips and teeth. 

Susan breathed heavily and her body shuddered with each kiss. Stan once again descended down to her thatch, this time letting his tongue dart inside her pussy. His hands gently opened her labia as Stan sank his tongue deeper inside her writhing body. He made slow figure eights with his experienced tongue, stopping only long enough to cover her twat with his entire mouth and drink deeply of her sweet juices.

He replaced his twirling tongue with his middle finger. He hooked it deep inside her and began to tease her G-spot very slowly. She writhed on the cushion and he dipped down and took her clitoris between his lips. He sucked on it gently as he continued to hook his finger back and forth deep inside her.

"Uhhhhmmmm. . . Ohhhh. . .aohhhhh. . . please don't stop," Susan breathed heavily as Stan playfully pulled away from her moist lips.

"So you like cuntyminglus?" Stan teased as he worked his tongue back into her creamy pussy.

"Yesssssss!" A sharply whispered reply escaped through Susan's tightly clenched lips. She whistled as she breathed through her clamped teeth.

Stan dipped his chin down inside her cunt and covered her blossoming clitoris with kisses.

"Ohhhhhhh. . .uhhhhmmmm. . .ahhhh. . .ahh. . .ahhohh--ahhhh!" Susan cried out as her body became caught in the throes of a massive orgasm. 

Stan stepped up in the tub and spread her shuddering thighs. Her pussy was wide open and dripping. Stan slid his cock deep inside her before another spasm came. His cock was gripped in a velvet glove of wet flesh. He tried to move in and out of her, but her pelvic muscles clamped his tool tightly. Stan pushed his thumb gently to her dark-haired pubis and massaged it until she loosened and relaxed. Susan lay back on the cushion and gazed up at him as he slowly pumped inside her. She tried to thrust back at him with her hips and he used his hands to slow her down.


Lazy Afternoon



"Just relax and enjoy it--there's plenty of time for hard fucking later. I want you to experience more than quick lust." Stan explained as he kept up a slow grinding pace. Susan relaxed and let him guide her to a deeper orgasm. Stan continued to slide into her as she came.

"Ohhhhhh! Stan. . .! Thaaaaat feeeeels soooooo--gooood," Susan whimpered as she started to cumm yet again. This time Stan didn't wait for it to build up slowly. He pulled his throbbing body out of the hot water and kneeled carefully between her quivering legs. Stan plunged deep inside her. He grabbed one of the seat cushions and slid it gently under her rump. This angle caused the ridge of his cock to glide smoothly back and forth against her clit.

"Ohhhhh. . .fuck! That feeeeeeeelllssss reeeeally gooooddddd! Uhhhmmmm, ohhh-yes, shove into me harder! God, your cock feels like it's ten feet long! I don't-want-you--to-ever stop--loving--me!" The words beat out of her as she scooted her rear on the pillow to get a deeper hold on his cock.

"Call--me--Aus!" he declared as he pounded into her.

"Fuck-me-Aus!" she shouted gleefully as she thrust her hips matching him stride for stride.

Stan pulled out of her and turned her body over. He lathered her pussy with the combination of their juices and gently slid into her from behind. He gave her a chance to get used to the doggy position, and then resumed fucking her with great enthusiasm. He showed her how to bend and arch her back to control how his cock slides in and out at different angles. Susan caught on fast and soon she was rotating her hips to match each thrust and prolong his upstroke. Stan reached around and caressed her clit with his thumb as he jostled his cock in and out of her pussy and massaged her firm ass.

"Uhhhmmmm-here-it-coooomes-agaiiiiiiin!" Susan breathed heavily as her body swayed back and forth while Stan pounded into her. She started to cumm and looked over her shoulder at Stan with gratitude and new-found joy.

Stan grunted as he picked up the pace even more. He felt his cock shudder and shoved deep inside her as he came. Moaning, their bodies quivered in a combination of ecstasy and exhaustion. They slipped back into the water. Susan cut off some cheese and fed them both some grapes. Stan poured another glass of wine.

"Shit--the lasagna," Stan suddenly remembered.

"It's alright I turned the oven to timed-bake--it already shut off. Dinner is ready whenever you want it."

"Well, I'm hungry now--how 'bout you?" Stan asked happily. He felt like he was sixteen again."

"Famished--let's eat. I want you to get your strength back--I'm not done fucking you yet Mr. Auslandur!" Susan said pointing at him playfully.

"Promises, promises, promises," Stan quoted as he swam toward her.



Lazy Afternoon



It was a lazy afternoon in July. Due to the blistering hot heat, I decided to take my kids to the local park. As they played on the swings and slides, I sat on the nearby park bench watching them. I tentatively looked around at the other bored mothers watching their children. A memory slowly curled its way into my mind. A feeling of sadness crossed my heart as I remembered my friend Patrice, and started to day-dream.

She was one of my dearest friends and we had shared a secret. We were both trapped in a boring marriage. Life had become mundane; filled with our children, keeping house, and taking care of our husbands. 

Both of our husbands held good jobs and were very good providers, but the excitement in our bedroom was missing. We both reminisced about the first years of our marriages, when there were no kids and no responsibilities. Don't get me wrong, I would never trade my kids. But Patrice and I yearned for sexual excitement. Patrice was worse off than I. Her husband never touched her anymore. She had suspected for awhile that he had a mistress, but had no proof.

My husband barely touched me. He worked long hours and was away most weekends on business. He claimed he still loved me, but I was consistently questioning that love. Patrice and I had shared many afternoons together and our relationship deepened. We started a small home based business, hiding the profits from our husbands. The profit from the business enabled us freedom from our kids. 

After our husbands left the house we would drive our kids to a local day-care centre. We shared many long afternoons together, exploring life and eventually exploring each other. How the relationship started was a fluke. We were sitting in my kitchen one afternoon talking. The urge exploded within me with such strength that I just acted on it without thinking. I reached over the counter and pulled her mouth to mine. It was our first kiss. To my surprise, she reciprocated opening her mouth wide and eagerly accepting my tongue. Our kiss lasted for several moments. 

We finally separated and just looked at each other. We had both "experimented" with having sex with women in college. Each of us had remembered able experiences. There was nothing like having sex with other women. Women know instinctively the places to touch and how to arouse. I moved around the counter and stood next to her. I started unbuttoning her shirt. I had her shirt removed and was starting to unsnap her bra, when she stopped me. She looked deeply into my green eyes, asking me if I knew what I was doing. I had fallen in love with Patrice in our short few months together. It was a love that I never really felt for my husband. There was magic between us, as if we could do anything...anything we set our minds to do!

I started undressing in front of her, explaining that I knew exactly what I was doing. We walked hand in hand to my bedroom and laid down beside each other. We tentatively touched our naked bodies like two kids exploring our first lovers. I felt the firmness of her breasts. They were soft and supple. The nipple became taught with excitement. Her nipples were dark red and full. 

They looked like two lips beckoning to be kissed. I moved my mouth to her nipples and kissed each one. I then drew her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. Patrice groaned with pleasure, gently pushing my head closer to her breasts. I nuzzled my nose between both mounds of flesh and rubbed them over my face. Patrice ran her hands through my hair as I enjoyed her essence. I felt her body tense with pleasure. I allowed my hands to roam her body eventually stroking her inner thighs. She had the most beautiful natural blonde bush. I ran my fingers down her slit and felt her wetness. 

She gently pushed me off her and placed her mouth on my taught tits. Her touch was so tender and yet, urgent. She filled her mouth with my tit and started sucking. Oh the pleasure... She gently nibbled on my breast which caused shock waves to course through my body. I reached down between my thighs and felt my wetness. I ran my fingers down my wet slit as she sucked my breasts. I was so close to an orgasm. 

She lifted her head and looked down at me. She moved gracefully down my body and nuzzled her head between my legs. She moved her fingers rhythmically in and out of my cunt as she ran her tongue down my slit. I arched my body causing her tongue and fingers to penetrate deeper. The orgasm hit me hard and I was yanked down into its depths shrivelling with delight. 

She looked up from my cunt, her face covered with my wet juices. She again looked deeply in my eyes. I pulled her head to mine and enveloped her into my arms. We kissed and held each other for several long minutes. As I held her, I lightly caressed her body. I removed my tongue from her mouth and moved down her body. I wanted her to experience the same pleasure she had given me. I kissed her breasts kneading them with my hands. I moved down to her thick blonde bush sliding my fingers down her slit, testing her stream. 

She was so hot and wet, that just feeling her made me orgasm again. I slid my tongue down her slit and started sucking her sweet water. I moistened two of my fingers and penetrated both her tight cunt and tight ass. She groaned with delight. I moved both fingers in and out pumping her like a piston, as I sucked on her tender pussy. I moved my tongue over her lips as I sucked. I felt her wets spray over my hands as she came, screaming out my name. I was not finished fucking her yet. I positioned her on all fours, as I rubbed Vaseline over her tight ass.

She seemed to have liked it when I finger fucked her. From one of the draws of my night stand I removed my favourite dildo. I switched it on and it made a soft hum. I gingerly inserted the vibrator up her tight ass as I ran my fingers down her swollen wet pussy. I kissed and chewed on her butt cheeks as I continued fucking both of her holes. Again I felt her body start to wither as she tensed for the oncoming orgasm. 

We laid together in each other's arms for awhile, finally going into a deep peaceful sleep. After waking, it was time to pick up the kids and return to our normal lives. Every afternoon from then on, we made love. Our love making was becoming more daring and sexy. We went out to our favourite stores and purchased sexy outfits for each other. We were having the time of our lives. And then the eventual happened. 

One afternoon, while we were making love, Patrice's husband came home. He caught us making love and was not very happy. He gave Patrice an ultimatum. There was nothing she could do. He threatened to take away her kids and have a messy "public" divorce. Patrice and I met for one last time, almost a month ago ending our afternoon relationship. We both, at that time, believed we had too much to loose. Patrice and I were back to living our boring little lives. 

My thoughts were interrupted with a pat on my shoulder. I looked around surprised. At first my mind was still clouded with sweet memories. I felt the heat between my legs and the pang of desire in my heart. I looked up into the face of Patrice and she was smiling. We sat together in silence, holding each other's hands. Pactrice finally turned to me, grasping my face in her hands. She planted a warm kiss on my lips and said she had a proposition for me. That was several months ago.

Today, Patrice and I own a very successful business that more than supports our family. We both got divorced. The court awarded my husband my children, which I see as often as he lets me. The court awarded Patrice her children, which live happily with us. We both have fulfilling exciting lives that are filled with love and plenty of sex...



Lazy Afternoon



Ah, where to begin? It's just that every time I close my eyes you're the only thing my mind can see. This is not a problem; in fact I wouldn't have it any other way. Because we have been together so long, and experienced so much, my minds eye knows every single inch of you. Also as I picture you, I can feel you also. There isn't a spot on you that I don't want to caress, stroke, lick, kiss or worship. Yes, even your beautiful bottom!! SO, if you were with me right now, I wouldn't know where to begin. 

I wonder if I have ever told you how much I love the feel of you. Everything is just so right. You are so soft, smooth, silky, warm, wet, strong, hard, and all just as it should be. So, where should I begin? Let's try this.

First, I look directly into your eyes so I can watch you. I would then take my hand and slide it between your legs. (Did I mention we were standing up?) I can feel your legs part slightly to give better access (yes at this point we are both naked). Use my whole hand to cover her entirely. I just love to feel the heat she generates so I just hold my hand there. Do I feel you pressing her down into me? Yes, you're pressing down and parting your legs a little more and I feel the first drops of wetness touch my fingers. I use my middle finger to slightly part her outer lips and let some cream coat it. I then slide that finger in slightly and draw it upwards very slowly until I reach the top then I stop. Just hold it there for a second. Then I move my hand back down and repeat the process all over again going in a little deeper and up a little slower. I keep doing this watching your eyes getting wider and brighter with each stroke.

I hear you whisper.

"Could you please kiss me?"

I drop my face to yours and lightly touch my lips to yours. I am always struck by how soft and wet they are every time I touch them. You moan and at the same time I feel your tongue trying and succeeding slipping into my mouth. Ah that beautiful soft tongue searching for mine. As our tongues find each other we both moan and I slip my middle finger into her as deep as I can. This causes you to spread your legs ever further and push down on me trying to get my finger deeper. 

You break the kiss, look up at me and say.

"Please, slide another finger in."

I slide a second finger in and use both to stroke that special spot. Moving my fingers back and forth and putting more and more pressure on that spot, my thumb begins a motion towards your clit. While I stroke over it you grab my face and kiss me. This isn't a slow gentile kiss; this is intense from the start. You are trying to suck my tongue into your mouth and flick it back and forth with yours. Your hips are now rotating back and forth matching my stroking of your clit and g spot. 

Shortly we break the kiss to draw in a deep breath. I slide my fingers slowly out of you and while looking deep into your eyes, place them in my mouth. A huge smile cums to my face as I suck your cream off of my fingers. It is an incredibly delicious taste. When I move my fingers back down to play again, I love the feel of your silky wetness sucking them back in. You are trying to hug my tighter and I can feel your extremely hard nipples pressing into my chest. I move my head down for another kiss but you stop me saying

"Please, please, will you lick me?"

I smile down at you and gently turn you and sit you on the edge of the bed, never taking my fingers out of you. As you lie back I move my tongue to lick your outer lips searching upwards for your clit. Once my tongue contacts it I begin to lick very gentle, slow circles all around it. While my fingers continue stroking your g spot your hips are moving to direct my tongue where you want it, right on your clit. I gently suck it into my mouth and slowly slide my tongue across it. I slide my fingers out of her so I can move my tongue down to lick and caress her lips. While I'm doing that my very wet fingers replace my tongue on your clit and rub it back and forth. Gently but quickly as my tongue licks as deep into her as I can. She is just so warm, smooth and very wet. Oh and very delicious. 

I can hear your breathing becoming deeper and deeper like you can't catch your breath. This is a good sign. I am trying to figure out if your eyes are wide open or shut tight as your orgasm begins to build. Even though making you cum really hard is what I want, I slowly pull away because I have something else in mind. As I pull away I can hear some protest start to cum from you but I ignore it and take your hand and pull you up to a sitting position. 

What you see when you sit up is me stroking my very hard and leaking cock. 

"Please" I ask "Take me in your mouth."

You lean forward and with one hand gently cup and caress my balls while the other hand holds my cock as you bring your mouth to it. Your tongue reaches out and you lick the drop of per cum that is there. Then your tongue licks all around my head several times, causing me to moan quite loudly. Then you begin to suck me into your mouth. You start very shallow at first, but taking more and more of me in on each stroke. Your warm hands continue to play with my balls and it is driving me crazy. This continues for several minutes with each stroke of you mouth and tongue feeling better and better. Then you pull back, look up at me and say.

"Come; lie down next to me so you can continue to play with her while I'm sucking you." 

We arrange ourselves on the ed so that can happen and you take me back into your mouth as I firmly slid two fingers in and begin stroking in and out. I also go back to playing with your clit with my thumb. The sounds of your wetness as my fingers play as well as the sucking sounds I can hear bring the pleasure to an even higher level. 

After continuing all this far a while, I sense some movement and realize you are moving on top of me so we can 69. As you lower her down to me I hear, very softly.

"Please, lick me; I know I will cum quickly."

So now we are both licking and sucking each other towards wonderful orgasms. It doesn't take long. As I feel the first sprit of cum leave my cock I feel her muscles tighten around the fingers I have deep in her and your clit quivering under my tongue. You pull off me and I hear you take in a deep breath as your hand continues to stroke my still erupting cock. You continue to grind your clit across my tongue for several more seconds and when you have finished cumming, collapse on top of me.

All we can do is rest and try to regain our normal breathing. This takes a while, but we are comfortable just lying skin to skin. Finally our hearts are back in our chests and breathing is now somewhat regular. I feel you moving again. You slide off me and roll me onto my back. Then you proceed to lie on top of me perfectly touching skin to skin. You lift up and reach between us and lift my semi hard cock and then lie back down so I am resting against very wet lips. You settle your hips and trap me there feeling the heat she is still generating. I have to ask.

"Are you trying to get me hard again?"

You look into my eyes and with a very serious face and say.

"Yes, because I want to fuck you now."

And then I see that beautiful face break out in to the biggest smile I have ever seen.

So we talk and laugh and hug, all while your hips are constantly moving in small slow circles. Oh and by the way we are kissing a lot too. Our tongues doing a great little dance together. Boy I sure do love sucking your tongue into my mouth; you just don't let me do it enough. You taste wonderful as always. I can feel your cream leaking out of her and it coating my cock adding to the sensations that begin to make me hard again. Wasn't this your goal? You can feel that so you move slightly so my head penetrates your outer folds slightly. Then you flex your hips and push down so I slide all the way in, as far as it will go. Oh My God, what an incredible feeling.

You whisper in my ear.

"I just needed to feel you grow inside me, please don't move." 

So I stay as still as I can and I actually feel her squeezing me and making me harder. But I can also sense that staying still is going to be very hard for you to do. I can't believe how deep I feel inside you and how hot you are there. As you continue to slide you hips around and press down into me, I can sense your trying to rub your clit on me. This does cause me to move and help you accomplish your goal. You don't complain about me moving but just squeeze harder and rub faster. I am looking deeply into your eyes and I can see a tremendous amount of love, and not just a little lust. 

Just when I think I can't take any more, you start to move. You sit straight up, reach out with your hands to hold the headboard and slide up so your feet are flat on the bed. You rise up very slowly and I can see my cock sliding out of you and it is covered in your cream. When it's almost all the way out, you slide very quickly back down until out bodies touch. Your hips make a couple of quick circles and you rise up again and continue this process again and again. I can again hear how wet you are and as you slide up and down you catch me watching my cock going in and out. 

"Do you like what you see?" You ask.

"Yes, I love watching her lips surround me and move in and out with every stroke." I say. 

With your eyes closed and your head pointing straight up, I hear you whisper, almost to no one.

"I'm so close, please I'm so close."

This is when your pace starts to quicken and your mouth is wide open gasping for breath. Your whole body begins to tremble and my cock is being squeezed and flooded at the same time. I can feel you're cum leaking out around me as you stroke faster and finally I can't hold back any more and you cause me to explode. As my first burst empties into you, you open you eyes, look down at me smiling, and moan

"God that feels so good, keep going."

So that's what we do until we are both totally spent and you collapse down on to me. I wrap my arms around you and turn a little so we are both on the bed but still touching. I reach around, pull the sheet and blanket over us. As I look in your eyes I can already see sleep setting in. I just gently kiss your forehead and when I pull back I can see you eyes are completely closed. I whisper softly "I love you" and I think I see a slight nod of your head as I drift off. 

I don't know how long we slept but all of a sudden I became aware I wasn't alone and it took me a second to realize what was happening. You were backed tight to me just like a couple of spoons. You were holding one of my hands with yours to your breast. So warm, but also soft and firm at the same time. I squeezed you a little tighter to me and ran the palm of my hand across your nipple. It began to stiffen and that's not a bad thing. You seem to wake a little and stretch some by pushing back into me and pressing my hand harder to your breast. You turn your head and I can see a slight smile and hear you whisper.

"What a nice way to wake up."

"Yes," I say "Couldn't be better."

"Are we going to make love again?" You ask.

I laugh slightly and in return ask.

"Would you like to?"

"Yes, very much, but, I really think we should get in the shower."

"Why?" I ask, hoping I know the answer.

Laughing, and turning to face me you reply.

"So first, you can wash my hair, you know how I love that. Second, so we can make sure we are both squeaky clean. And third so we can fuck standing up."

You move in and give me a very warm wet gentile kiss. Then you get up, grab my hand and head for the shower.

Fast forward a bit and we are under the warm water having finished all our cleaning chores and are locked in a deep passionate kiss. This is never a bad thing. 

Your hand is stroking my cock very slowly up and down while my hands are busy lightly stroking the sides of both breasts. As I drop my mouth down to take a nipple into my mouth, your other hand moves down to play with my balls. I love the feeling of your hands. As your nipple hardens in you mouth I suck just a little harder and I feel your hand stroke me a little faster. 

"Slow down, I don't want to cum yet," I say.

You do slow down and at the same time you take your hand of my balls. I decide to switch sides so I move my mouth to your other nipple, gently sucking. All this time I haven't stopped caressing your breasts. I was just wondering where your other hand had gone to when I feel your fingers against my lips. I open my mouth and you slide a very wet creamy finger in. After I have licked it clean I tell you.

"Delicious, thank you."

"Well," you say, "I just wanted you to know I was wet enough in case you wanted to slide anything in."

You have now let go of my cock and turned around. You bend slightly at the waist and push your beautiful bottom out towards me. I can take a hint. As I slide up behind you, you reach down between us and guide me into her. With just the head in I stop to pause a second. Your hips are moving back towards me trying to get me deeper. After a second I slide in a bit more, and then out. Back in again a little deeper, then out. I repeat this process several times until I am buried as deep in her as I can go. We both growl with pleasure. I bring my hands up to continue stroking your breasts as we develop a nice rhythm with me sliding out and the you pushing back as I slide in again. I move my hands forward to play gently with your nipples, which are rock hard to no ones surprise. I then feel something touching my cock where it is sliding into you. It's obviously your hand but I can't figure out what you're doing. Then I understand. As I pick up the pace a little bit you are rubbing your clit in time with our strokes. This brings a smile to my face and a moan from my lips because I know this means your orgasm is close and you will accomplish two things. One, you know that you playing with your clit will make me crazy and two, we will be sure to cum together. With this quick pace we are breathing very heavily, almost panting.

I can feel her start to tighten and become even warmer which sets my off and I begin to squirt. A very powerful one first and this sets you off at the same time. We continue to stroke and squeeze and leak a while before starting to slow down. As we finally cum to a stop, we just stand there trying to catching our breath. I start to move but you reach around to hold me and say.

"Stay, I want to feel you soften in me."

So I stay. Soon I have softened and slipped out of her. You spin around and we have a wonderful passionate kiss. Several in fact. The water starts to cool so we do a final rinse off then I reach around and turn it off as your reaching for towels. We wrap each other up, drying what needs to be dry then you look at me saying.

"Lets get back into bed; I definitely need another nap after that."

So we head to the bed, jump under the warm covers, hug each other tightly. We can't help but smile at each other as we kiss, hug and finally drift off in each other's arms.



Lazy Afternoon



It was just another lazy summer afternoon. We were at home, bathing in the sun on the pool side, in our back yard. It was a lovely Saturday and my son Jamie was home from college, for the whole week. 

Since his childhood, we've never been prude about our bodies and I raised him not to be ashamed to walk around the house naked, as I would do the same. He was now a beautiful young man, 21 years old, good looking, slender and with shoulder long blond hair. His eyes were green and always filled with happiness. I am still young, at 45. I try to keep in good shape. Just my tits are not as firm as they used to be, but they have not sagged either, since they are so small. As a girl I had tiny tits, and they got a little bigger after breastfeeding Jamie until he was 2 years old.

Now my beautiful boy was laying on his stomach on a pool bed, and was half asleep. His hair was covering his eyes, hiding them from the sun. His skin was shining due to the sunscreen. But the most remarkable feature about him was his ass: to globes of hard meat, as round as a girls. In fact, as a child, a lot of people have mistaken him for a girl, with his long hair and slender figure. Sometimes we even tricked people by dressing Jamie as a girl, and presenting his as my daughter. He was so cute in those pink dresses and with his ponytail! When he grew up, in high school, we wore already the same size. In vacations out of town he used to dress in one of my dresses, usually the most frilly and sexy, put on some sexy sandals, and go out together to the club. It was hilarious when men of all ages started hitting on us, thinking we were sisters. After we teased them to death with kisses and touches and hot dances between us, we used to disappear back to our hotel room, leaving them waiting for us. When we were back in our room, we entered the shower together, to wash away the sweat and the smoke.

In one of these occasions, 2 years ago, when I was drunker than usual, something unexpected happened. I was washing Jamie, as I always do when he's at home, and I reached for his intimate parts. Usually, if he is hard, we just laugh and I move on. But this time, when my hand touched his cock, I felt an electric shock throughout my whole body. It was like touching his cock for the first time. My mouth was dry and I freeze with my right hand holding his cock. Obviously, he felt the change in my attitude and his breath became heavier. The cock was becoming more rigid and I could feel the blood pumping in his body. It is not a huge cock, just under 7 inches, but it's pretty thick. It felt just right in my hand. As we are almost the same height, I could feel his hot breath in my face getting heavier. My eyes moved from his cock, to his lips, and over into his eyes. They were full of love and lust. I could tell that he would gladly accept anything in that moment. 

But I knew that, even for a liberal family like we two were, incest was not an option. So I let his cock go and whispered "sorry!" Jamie just smiled and let a long sigh. I finished washing him like nothing happened, but his kept his erection. This time I didn't help him dry, I just ran to my room. I kept saying to myself that it was all an accident. But what intrigued me was how good it felt. Not even with his long gone father have I felt this way. Ten minutes later I knocked at his door, to kiss him good night, as I always do. Without waiting for an answer, I walked right in but I freezed in the doorway. Jamie was naked on his bed, masturbating. His hair was still damp and pearls of sweat were forming on his face and chest. He stopped for a second to look at me, and then he closed his eyes and continued stroking with a slow pace. It was clear he was reliving those images from the bathroom or who knows what else. 

I don't know why, but seeing him stroking his beautiful cock, instead of leaving the room, I decided to sit on the bed side, near him. This was the last intimacy we haven't shared until now. Feeling this, Jamie opened his eyes and smiled at me, but he continued to stroke his cock a little faster. I gazed upon his pretty face, his warm smile, his slender and hairless body and my eyes fell on his erect cock, glistening with precum. My heart started beating harder and I could feel my mouth watering. I wasn't a saint, I used to go out with my girlfriends and have one night stands or even blowing a stranger in a public restroom, but I never felt so attracted to a man before. And of all men, he was my son. And just as I was assessing all that, his cock erupted. Streams of cum landed all over his hand and chest. Looking straight into my eyes, he let go his rigid cock and licked one by one his cum filled fingers. I had to gather all my strengths not to jump on him right there and then, and to kiss those cum covered lips or to devour his beautiful cock. Instead I just smiled like a loving mother to her son who got an A+ in school. 

"I just came to say good night, Jamie," I said with a trembling voice. And I stood to walk away.

"And you don't kiss me good night?" he asked in the most casual tone.

I could feel my legs get weak and my pussy overflowing. I had to get out as soon as possible. I gathered all my courage, leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on his lips, as usual. But this time, I tasted his seed, salty and musky. And with that, I ran back to my room. That night I masturbated for what it felt forever, imagining all sort of things about me and Jamie. And for many nights to come, even last night, this remained my favorite masturbation theme. Even when I was fucking someone else, I was imagining he was Jamie.

And now, we were here, naked, just a couple of feet away from each other. And I knew I would go crazy from wanton and lust if we won't make love soon. The only thing was finding a way to do it. But instead of jumping his bones right here and now, I asked him casually:

"Would you fancy going clubbing tonight?"

All he answered was a "mhm."

"And who will come with me, Jamie or Jenny?" Jenny was his feminine alter ego, my daughter.

He looked at me, and smiled. 

"I guess Jenny is more fun."

And when he smiled at me, I felt a tickle in my stomach and my pussy had a spasm.

"We should start preparing then."

Being Jenny required a lot of preparation: shaving his arms and legs (there was no hair on his chest), painting his nails, doing his makeup and his hair.

We started with my favorite activity: washing his body. We filled up the tub and soaked together in the hot water for a while. I then rubbed with scented bath oil every inch of his skin, leaving him clean and soft. And I took every chance I got to touch and stroke his erect cock, pretending I was cleaning him. After shaving, I dried him with a towel, paying special attention to his private parts, including his ass crack. I couldn't help covering his entire body with soft kisses, just as I did when he was a baby, only now he was a grown man, and his cock was saluting me.

I painted his toenails and his finger nails in a fiery red and applied a light makeup, just to make his face more feminine. His hair needed a little rearrangement as well. He now looked just like a sweet girl, somewhat similar to Keira Knithley.

I put on a little makeup as well and we proceeded to my bedroom, to choose our dresses for tonight. He chose a short dress, who made his long and slender legs even more sexy, and used a push up bra underneath, to compensate his flat chest. I dressed in a longer dress, more appropriate for my age, but with an opening on the side, offering my legs for viewing. We both wore high heels sandals.

By now it was already dark outside, and we left for a club on the other side of the town, where chances were low to meet anyone who knew us. 

First we had to mark our pray for tonight. Usually we avoided young men, because they were to aggressive and impatient. As we were sitting at the bar, sipping our drinks, a well built man, of around 40, approached us and offered us a drink. We accepted this one, and started chatting with him. His name was Tim, he was recently divorced, and he was trying to reenter the dating scene. Everybody was a little shy at the beginning, but after a few drinks we proceeded to the dance floor. Here we started tormenting him, by dancing so close to him and touching his body. His erection was obvious in his jeans, not just for us, but for everybody. We were putting on a public show and we enjoyed the attention.

But after a while, as we were tired and sweaty, we looked for a more secluded table, in a dark corner, and sat over there. Hearing that we are mother and daughter made Tim even more excited. We started kissing him, and it felt like devouring him with our mouths. Accidentally, our tongues touched, and, without further thinking, I started kissing Jamie. It felt like heaven, his lips and tongue sending shivers through my spine and making my pussy tickle. The effect on Tim was also strong. His jeans were tented, as he was sporting a clearly painful erection. But this time I wasn't gone stop here, as we did in previous situations. I was hot as hell, and needed release. Someone, anyone, had to discharge my sexual tension. I started rubing his cock through his pants and asked Jamie:

"What shall we do about this bad boy, Jenny?"

Jamie looked at my half puzzled, half excited by the perspectives. His mouth was glistening from the kisses and his breath was heavy with excitement. 

"We should ask his a few questions, face to face."

"Correct. Due to my age, I have precedence, so I'll start."

Tim was silent, not believing his luck. Here he was with two sexy ladies, mother and daughter, and they were talking about giving him a blowjob. 

I slowly unzipped his jeans, and let his cock free. It was long and thick, about 8 inches. A clear drop of precum was crowning his head. I tasted the precum with my tongue, and his cock twitched violently. Without waiting any more introductions, I started sucking his cock, forgetting that I was in a public place, or that Jamie was by my side. All I could think of was making that cock spit its cum in my mouth. But then I heard a familiar voice whispering in my ear:

"Leave some for me too, mummy."

Jamie's mouth was inches away, and his face showed just how arouse he was. I didn't even knew if he ever sucked a cock or not. Was he bisexual, gay or straight. We never talked about that. But now, it was obvious that he craved for that cock, sharing it his mother.

"Are you sure, Jenny?"

Instead of answering, he started kissing my lips, feeling on them the taste of cock. His delicate fingers took a hold on the base of Tim's cock, and started to gently and slowly stroke him. I stepped back a little, and Jamie touched the cock with his lips, giving it a kiss.

"Oh, my God!" Tim whispered, keeping his eyes closed and with an expression of abandon on his face.

I looked around, but everybody was busy talking or dancing. At another table, not too far from us, another couple was looking at us, while the girl was giving him a handjob under the table. They smiled at me, and I smiled back. I couldn't believe what was happening.

By now, Jamie was swallowing Tim's entire shaft, making him squirm on the chair. I could not stay away for too long, and I started kissing his balls. His body got more and more tense, and I could feel he was going to erupt any moment. I licked my middle finger, and slowly inserted into his anus, as Jamie was bobbing his head up and down the shaft. And, as my finger was inserted entirely, Tim's body stopped shaking and I knew that his was cumming in my sweet little boy's mouth. And, to my surprise, Jamie didn't back down. He took it all, but it was so much of it, that little streams of cum were dripping from the corner of his mouth. When the flow of sperm stopped, he slowly let go the cock from his mouth, and showed me his mouth full of cum. And just like that, he let it slide on his throat. I could not believe my eyes, that my own son not only sucked a cock by my side, but also swallowed a whole load of sperm. No giving me any room to think further, he came closer to me, and started kissing me on the mouth. I could feel the salty taste of that stranger's sperm, but I did not mind. Anything coming from my son was perfect. In was now clear for me that, from all the men in the world, Jamie was the target of my desire.

I said to Tim that we'll go to the restrooms to clean up, and leaved the table, taking Jamie by the hand. But instead of going to the restrooms, we left the club and headed straight to our car. Jamie did not say a word, but I knew he was feeling the same way as I. We drove in silence and entered the house casually, liked coming home from the groceries. But, as soon as the door shut behind us, we started kissing and taking down our dresses. We reached the living room, and there we lay down on the soft and thick carpet. 

Once Jamie was naked, except his sandals, I stopped a for a moment to admire my son. He looked just like a girl, with a flat but sexy chest, big eyes, full, red lips, and an erect cock between his sexy legs. For me, it was perfection!

I started kissing his legs, and slowly made my way up, until my nose touched his balls. He was looking down towards me, resting on his elbows. When my lips made contact with his cock head, his whole body shacked. Feeling his cock in my mouth was the most intense moment of my life. I sucked him like a lollipop, alternating between sucks and licks, playing with his balls and his asshole. Jamie was moaning, and rocking his cock in my mouth. He was fucking my mouth, and in the same time fucking his ass with my middle finger. I stopped a little ad asked him:

"What more can mummy give you?"

"Your pussy! I want to taste it!"

Hearing that, I turned and we were now in the 69 position, without letting go his cock from my mouth. My dripping wet pussy was over his face, and he started licking it. First, he tasted the juices, and after he started playing with my clit. Taking my example, he inserted his middle finger in my pussy, and when it was well lubricated, he inserted it in my anus. It felt like paradise, like my life could end right there, without experiencing a greater happiness. 

But I didn't want to finish like that, I wanted to feel him inside, to make real love to him. So, despite his protest, I stood up, and positioned myself over his cock. I could feel it sliding slowly inside of me, filling me up. Gently, I was moving up and down his shaft, clenching my vaginal muscles, making Jamie squirm and moan. I lost any sense of time and space, my whole existence being reduced to my son's cock. His breathing became heavier, and I could feel his shaft growing inside of me. I started to increase my pace, until literally I was slamming my butt on his legs and balls. And then it happen: Jamie's body stiffened, and I felt being filled with hot cum. And it kept erupting, until it overflowed from my pussy, dripping on the carpet. We remained glued in this position, until his cock became stiff again. 

We rolled over, and this time he was on top of me. And we started making love again, this time more slowly, like two long time lovers. His lips met mine, and I could feel again his sweet kisses, and murmur loving words.

"I love you! You are the best and most beautiful mum on earth!"

"I love you too! I love making love to you! I am the most lucky mother on earth!"

And his cock was pumping my overflowing pussy, making the semen escape. It was a bliss! And after he came again, Jamie started to cover my body with kisses, while descending towards his place of origin. And when he reached my pussy, he licked it clean, and even sucked whatever cum remained inside.

It was late in the night when we finished, and just lay exhausted on the floor. I never felt more happy in my life, and I knew that this was just the beginning.



Lazy Afternoon Ch. 2



Stan checked on dinner while Susan relaxed her spasming thigh muscles in the hot tub. She had never experienced the type of orgasm Stan had brought her to with her husband. In fact, it had been beyond her wildest imagination. She wondered how much of her euphoria was just based on the initial release she had had with him. After all, they were both yearning for so long to find this happiness and bliss. They had waited longer than either of them had ever really planned. If she had known it would be like this, she would have given into her desires much faster. She couldn't wait to see what she was in store for later that night.

She leaned back in the tub and took in her new life with a deep breath of satisfaction. She had made some tough choices over the past few months, but she now didn’t regret one of them—especially not this hot tub. Stan was the perfect lover for her. She had entered her marriage as a virgin, a choice she still did not regret. The only thing she regretted is that her ex-husband had been reluctant to grow with her sexually. She had always suspected that there was an incredible world out there to discover, and now she had the perfect companion. He was so tender, yet so skilled and experienced. She re3flected on the fact that they had both ended up locked in marriages of convenience with people they grew apart from. They were kindred souls—free spirits, that had been confined too long. 

Susan rubbed her jaw. It was a bit sore from the workout she had just given it. She had always been doubtful of oral skill and had even tried to rehearse the oral act in preparation of this time. She had felt silly practicing, but she was glad she had done it. She suspected that Stan was even happier. She had decided weeks ago to give him this pleasure on their first encounter after he had told her about his ex wife having held back that act from him for so long. She could not understand how a woman could be so selfish, or for that matter so silly. 

Even though her own experience had been limited to just one man, she had figured out a long time ago that it was intoxicating to pleasure a man in this way. The power of having a man completely in her control and at her mercy was a rush, not to mention that it was incredibly satisfying to give pleasure to one you loved. For that matter, revving Stan’s engine in such away had fringe benefits, she was still experiencing the slight flutter in her loins that he had caused after she had primed him in such a way. 

It was very liberating not to worry about appearances. She enjoyed the role of seductress and Stan welcomed it. Their mutual pleasure was enhanced by the constant exchange of the role of aggressor. The competition of pleasure giving was a wonderful spice. It allowed Susan to completely unwind and experience the best sex possible. She didn't understand sexual hypocrisy. Why do people repress the greatest gift of all. She was done with being “the good example” or living up to society's twisted definition of a “lady.” She was done being a sexual prude. Susan always wondered what it would be like to explore her sexuality. In Stan she had found both captive audience and tender guide. He too was looking to discover his true self. He welcomed her own discovery as it led him further down his own path and journey. 

Susan slipped into the water and smiled. She never would have believed that she could feel this free and vibrantly alive. Her entire body thrummed with delicious excitement. Her mind danced with ideas on what sexual joy she would seek to discover next. She had read Stan Auslandur’s stories of romance and seduction with curiosity. A small part of her had always wondered how much of it had been truth and how much had been fantasy. 

Now she was finding the very depth of his character as she also explores the depth of his desire and it is a wondrous journey. How wonderful it is that she can learn from a man that has such knowledge and experience with an appetite that is strong from years of hunger in his bad marriage. Being with him is like being present at an epiphany and new birth. She splashed the water at her thoughts and began to craft how the rest of the evening would go. Her mind revisited his stories in search for a new desire to present to him. By the time Stan appeared with a towel and oil at the side of the spa, she had her plan in place. He tenderly dried her and rubbed oil on her back and shoulders before presenting her with a robe.

They ate dinner quietly, still basking in the after-sex. Susan was amazed at how well the man could cook. Where had he been all her life? Stan smiled at her over dinner. The food had recharged him, and something told him he would soon need that new energy. Never in is wildest dreams did he think he would awaken the young vixen that lurked in her quiet misery. The idea of a night of wild romping seemed to be a mere foreshadowing of what their entire life together might hold. Where had she been all his life? He mused into the liquid of his second cup of wine, but decided quite frankly that he was only happy that he knew her now.

The dinner was filled with not so subtle innuendoes and propositions. After much flirting and giggling Susan reminded him that he had promised her a massage and dinner. He smiled at her and told her to get a shower while he made things ready. Stan started a fire in the vast living room and spread out the overstuffed pillows around the bear-skin rug in front of the fire. He out to his car to find his kit of body creams and oils, planning to initiate Susan into a higher plane of love making. He picked some soft music and programmed the sound system for continuous play, while Susan finished her shower.

Susan came down the stairs a few moments later wearing a red satin kimono robe with matching high-heeled pumps. Stan watched the rolling muscles of her shapely legs, accentuated by the red high-heels, as she moved across the room. She went over to the sound system. Looking over her shoulder as she selected different music, she informed Stan that she wanted to dance for him. Her body started to move smoothly the moment the music floated through the system. Her body swayed back and forth in time with the music. The robe slipped softly to the floor. Stan eyes grew as he saw Susan modeling the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen. She pushed him back on the couch and danced in front of him. Every time he reached out for her she brushed his hands away playfully and continued to tease him with her gyrating body.

Stan sat back and enjoyed the private floor-show she put on for him. She bent over and reached her ankles, pumping her ass back and forth in his face. She turned and twisted, slowly undressing before him, keeping in perfect rhythm with the dance-mix. Susan stretched her leg up and planted her foot on the arm of the couch and crouched down into Stan's face. He nuzzled the pink depth as she bumped her hips back and forth. She pulled away before Stan won her over and teased him some more. His hands caressed her soft thighs and hips as she turned in front of him. Susan danced out of his reach and sat, spreading her legs, on the oak coffee table in front of Stan. She wet her fingers and showed Stan how pink and juicy her pussy was by spreading the lips wide with them. She twirled her fingers in her twat, rapidly stoking her rosebud clit. Susan cooed as she masturbated in front of Stan.

Stan removed his clothing and joined her by grabbing his stiff pole and pumping it. Stan inched forward and swabbed his cock in Susan's juices for lubrication. Susan moaned as the ridge of Stan's cock rubbed between her lips. Susan pulled her spread legs back to her shoulders, causing her pubis to pucker around the tip of Stan's cock. Stan moved it around like a dipstick until he had it lathered, then leaned back and stroked his pole in front of her while she tickled her cunt for him. Susan started to come, her ass scooted back and forth on the table as she plunged her fingers deep inside. Stan stopped rubbing his cock and shoved his face between her legs and lapped up her spurting cumm juice. Susan grabbed his clean-shaven head and pulled him toward her, smashing his face in her crotch, as she rocked out the rest of her orgasm, calling out his name. Her pussy went off like a hose, splashing his face with wet lather. Susan spun around on the table as Stan continued to pleasure her dripping cunt, and took his engorged cock into her hungry mouth.

In this moaning, sucking, and gasping "69" position, they became lost in writhing pleasure. Susan loosened her throat to accommodate all of his length as Stan fucked her mouth while eating her muff. Susan slurped and gurgled as his cock slammed in and out of her mouth. Stan sensed that he was about to cumm and moved off the top. His cock pulled free from Susan's tight mouth with a loud "PLOPPP!" from the relentless suction she had applied to his meat, as he withdrew from her tight, hot mouth. He lifted Susan in his arms and carried her over to the bear-skin rug. He laid her down gently and unzipped the kit of oils and cream. Susan reached up with one hand and stroked his manhood and explored the kit with childlike curiosity. Stan showed her the oils that would help him maintain his erection without coming and she chose the strawberry flavored one. She uncapped the bottle and poured a liberal helping into her hands. She worked the oil into the skin of his cock and balls with slow and deliberate motions, kneading his manhood like a large lump of clay. 

Stan closed his eyes and arched his back as the heat worked into his nerve centers, followed by icy needles that numbed his entire genital area. Susan looked up at him with wide brown eyes. She poured more oil on her body and rubbed the burning liquid over her ample brown breasts. She squeezed them together and bent her face to her bosom, extending her cat-like tongue to her nipple to taste the fruity juice. She rose up and pushed his cock between her cleavage and stroked him with her plentiful tan mounds. His cock lurched upward and she caught the emerging knob between her lips. Stan fucked her tits, watching the nipples blush into soft rosebuds as her excitement grew. Susan abandoned her bouncing boobs to take more of Stan into her hungry mouth. She sucked him deep and hard. 

Stan instructed Susan to turn around on all fours and she quickly obliged. She rested the top of her body on one of the large pillows and arched her back, presenting her perfect pear-shaped ass for him. He massaged her cunt and the juices slicked his hand. With his index finger he gently flicked her clitoris while slowly inserting his middle finger deep into her twat in search of her G-spot. Stan then lubricated his other fingers and pressed them lightly against her puckered anus. 

Susan moaned and her hips flexed at his probing. Stan slowly worked his finger deeper inside her and massaged the area around her pubis and sphincter while waggling his finger even deeper. The hood of flesh covering her G-spot expanded. In matched rhythm, he played all three erogenous zones like a flute.

"Ohhhhmmmm--Ja-JA--JOOOOOO, uhhhhlllll! uhhhnnnmmmm that feels so good. Don't--Don--Don't--Pleazzzz don't stop. Ohhhhh!

Uhhhh! Uhhhmmmm! Ahhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh. . ." 

Susan moaned as she reached back and spread her cheeks further apart. Her head rested on the pillow and she gazed up at Stan, her mouth forming a perfect "O" shape as she cooed. Stan soon had two fingers moving in and out of her pussy as he also thumber her clit and tickled the area around her anus with his skilled hand. Her body shook and quivered with delight as her various muscles flexed and relaxed like massive rubber band with each spasm of orgasm. Stan pulled his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with his cock. He pushed two fingers against her clitoris and pumped her with counter strokes. He rolled her clit with his two fingers in perfect timing to his plunging cock, slowly building up speed like the double-cylinder on a locomotive. Susan swiveled her hips to maximize his thrusting. Susan moved faster and began to swing her head back and forth as she cried out with yet another wave of orgasms. Stan had to remove his fingers from her clitoris to grab her propelling hips with both hands so that he could stay with her furious pace. He drove deep inside her and she dipped her hips in quick movements that almost sucked his balls in with his cock.

Stan decided he needed a rest and in careful maneuvering, lifted her to him as he leaned back to rest on the pillows. Susan never missed a beat and started to ride him like she was in the rodeo. She hooted and hollered as she took more and more of his cock into her rising and falling lap. She grabbed his knees for more leverage and rocked back and forth on top of him. She started to spin in circles with each upstroke until she did a 180 degree turn to face him.

"God your such a great fuck!" Susan grunted with a satisfied smile, nearly jumping up and down on top of him.

"Your one hell of a lay yourself, little lady. But, I'm afraid you're going to break my cock in half!"

"Just one more time, Stan. I want you to fuck me until I come one more time--because I think I'm about to have the mother of all orgasms," she panted as his dick slipped in and out of her now gaping hole.

Stan pulled her down towards him and nuzzled her creamy tits. She responded by flexing her hips and bending his cock in nearly an impossible direction and scooted back and forth on his dick. The cream from her cunt splashed all over his thighs and coated his balls.

Susan moaned and rocked back and forth on Stan's cock. She leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders for support. She pulled her feet and legs up until she was in a squatting position. She worked her ass up and down forcefully, grinding her hips forward every time her cunt swallowed his cock. She scooted back and forth several times, then lifted for another jarring downstroke. Stan kept pace with her, sucking her nipples with every landing.

Susan spun around on Stan's cock, facing away from him again. She leaned all the way back against him and stretched her legs out around his. Her back rested against him and she bent her neck to kiss him deeply as Stan thrust backwards up inside her cunt. Susan's hips rolled with his thrust and she sighed at the friction of his cock rubbing her clit. Stan fondled her breasts and thumped up into her even harder. Susan leaned forward and changed the angle of their fucking. Stan helped her spin around to face him again. Susan bent her nubile body in impossible directions as Stan raised out from underneath her. He pulled his cock free and dove his face into her creamy pussy. He lapped up the juices with great enthusiasm. Susan twisted around and sucked his dick while Stan continued to eat her pussy. The loud slurping, sucking sounds were overcome only by the grunts, groans, and moans that escaped their tight ring of oral sex.

Stan pulled away from Susan and got to his knees above her. She arched her back and crab-walked toward him. Stan grabbed her hips and plunged deep inside Susan's cunt.

"Ohhhh shit! Uhhhmmm fuck me, Stan! Slide deeeeeep insiiiide me!"

They rocked back and forth, pre-cumm juice dripped down their legs as they thrust against each other rapidly. They collapsed on the floor and Susan rolled over on top of Stan and re-inserted his penis into her vagina. She fucked up and down on him, slowly building up momentum.

"That's it baby--uhhmmm almost there--uhhhllll--shitttt--its just hangin' there waitin' to come--uhhhmmmm. . ."

Susan's body shuddered with unrequited lust. Stan helped her move into a sure fire position with her rocking above him, but stretched out between his legs. Then he slowly lifted his legs over hers, wrapping them around the back of her thighs and moving her body in the fleshy vice his legs created. She put both legs together and stretched across his body, griping his rod tightly within her rocking body. His cock was like a fulcrum on her clit as she see-sawed up and down on top of him. Suddenly her eyes got as wide as saucers and her mouth flew open, but didn't emit any sounds. Her body just quivered and shook for a long time as her length balanced on his pole like a rocking scale. This great spasm lasted several moments until her body collapsed on top of him, his stiff pole still jutting deeply into her slack pussy. 

She nibbled his ear and thanked him. She stretched her weary body and realized that he still needed to cumm. With a smile she moved across his body with playful kisses, sucking his nipples and nipping at his rib cage. She crouched between his legs and flashed him a devilish grin before swallowing him whole. She pumped the base with one hand, kneaded his thick balls with the other and slurped and slipped her lips up and down his rod rapidly. Her auburn curls danced about her face like fire flame. The whole time she fixed her brown eyes on his with adoration, coaxing a large load of cumm into his chamber. Stan swore that his cock grew three inches in diameter as his veins protruded with an oncoming explosion. Susan's eyes smiled at him as her throat expanded to take the massive organ to her gullet. He could feel his cock throb and pound as her tongue darted all around it. 

With perfect timing she took one last gulp and pulled her lips tight, slowing extracting the tool from her fiery mouth. Her lips ran up and over the tip and Stan bellowed as he started to cumm. This time she pumped his cock with a twist and his load shot up and out toward the ceiling. She turned her head and caught the cream in her mouth as it returned from its orbit. She continued to pump and use his cock like a fountain. She sucked him dry, careful to swallow every drop.

They collapsed before the fire and slept in blissful sleep for hours.



Lazy Afternoon Ride



She rode her paint mare down the worn trail through the dogwood trees that dotted the ranchland, usually in clusters but occasionally one would stand alone. Shrubs also populated the arid spread, which extended several thousand acres...its boundaries met only by the foothills in front of the mountains.

Sierra looked around her, guarding her eyes from the hot sunlight that shone down on everything blow it, without favoritism or mercy. Her mare snorted when she tugged on the reins and then squeezed her legs to push her to a canter.

The riding through the ranch to where she needed to go fix the smaller stable would do her good. It would help her clear her thoughts and her feelings about a certain man that she worked with who drove her frigging crazy...every time he looked at her.

Dustin...her boss...the foreman at the ranch who she had been working alongside for two years since she was but 18 and had come there looking for a job. Her parents had both died in the flooding that had seized the valley two years earlier and she had decided she had enough of state foster care. They cut her loose on her 18th birthday leaving her with a small stipend, some references and to fend for herself.

So her searching had led her to this ranch where at first Dustin had looked down at the young woman dressed in faded jeans and a patched up shirt, plus worn out boots that clearly had been handed down. He hadn't laughed at her like some of the foremen on the neighboring ranches but he hadn't wanted to hire her.

But he finally did because she gave the sales pitch of her life, the one that came born of desperation because she really had nowhere else to go...and at the end of her, the guy who had been sitting back in his chair with his boots on the table had given her a job.

Sierra loved working outdoors day in and day out, with the horses and cattle on the ranch and during the breaks, lying on her back looking up at the wisps of clouds floating across the blue sky. The other hands treated her as one of them once they realized she could not only carry her weight but work many of them into the ground.

She'd even gained Dustin's respect. The only problem is that she wanted more than that. She hadn't known when it had happened but she wanted him in her bed. So far he hadn't been biting.

The mare wove her carefully through the grove of tall trees to where the stable lay behind...it was an original addition to the ranch but had fallen in disuse after the flood had separated it from the rest of the ranch. But now Dustin had said that they would renovate the structure and put it to use again and she had been given the task of being one of those assigned to work on it. Dustin had also taken an active role in the repairs and they had worked very well together, stripping off the old rotted wood and replacing it with freshly bought lumber and the stale smell of neglect had wafted away to be replaced with that from several coats of paint. They'd work for a few hours in the morning then break for lunch outside away from the smell of the paint and turpentine that had been used for cleaning.

Then a few more hours of work before they would ride their horses back, another day done...she'd head back to her cabin...or hut really...she couldn't live in the male only bunkhouse so they had converted a tack room into a cabin complete with plumbing. Nothing fancy, but it was shelter. She had a nice sized bed, a closet, dresser and desk that she used to do some writing on her computer.

Better than the places she had lived after her parents had died. She had been shuttered to a couple different temporary households but those taking her in were more interested in the monthly checks than in looking after her.

This was fine with her because she had been okay taking care of herself...and didn't need any help.

Sierra got off of her horse and tied her to a railing near some grass that she could nibble on while Sierra put in another day's work. She had come out alone herself because most of the ranch hands had gone into town to attend a rodeo. Dustin had said something about going with them so that left only her to work on the stable.

The day wore hot and she felt the sweat breaking on her brow and the back of her neck beneath her shirt. The smell of fresh paint still permeated the room and it made her a little dizzy so she took short breaks, taking some iced tea that she had put in a little frig that hooked up to the electrical outlet. Power had been restored so they could use tools for the repairs and she loved having a place to stash plenty of cold drinks to refresh her during the hottest hours of the afternoon. She set her drink on the hay bales where she had lain a faded blanket so that she could nap during the mid day and then wake up revitalized to finish out her work.

She had been fine tuning some paint that needed touch ups on the stall doors and that had required her concentration until she finished then she looked at the finished job and sighed in satisfaction.

The stable felt stuffy so she had opened up some windows and allowed air to circulate which helped a little and she thought about taking her short nap. But she felt a bit wired because she had been thinking about Dustin again and how much she wanted him. He was tall and ruggedly built like the classic cowboy...with thick brown hair and a mustache with the beginnings of a beard. His hands were large, his fingers thick and he was built stocky from a lifetime of working outdoors in all kinds of conditions. His face had some crow's feet and had tanned from hours spent in the sunlight, but the lines which cut his face had been etched in stone.

Just thinking about him made her sigh to herself, made her tingle in forbidden places and damn it, she was wired enough. She hadn't had any action as it was called on the ranch in six months after breaking off a brief affair with a ranch hand who had been hired for the winter season. So she had been itching...but it couldn't be just anyone...she wanted Dustin.

But he had never really even looked at her as anything but that pain in the ass hand he had hired who had proven her mettle over and over on the job. She noticed that he had never had a steady girlfriend...at least not one lasting over several weeks. He had that restlessness about him. That was fine...so did she...

She sat on the blanket trying to find a way to relax, on her back...but as she looked at the rafters and felt the heat layer itself over her, she felt even antsier...as if she needed something to take the edge off.

Dustin came to mind quickly as she knew he would...she imagined him standing before her, casually removing his shirt...ah yes...she knew from experience that his chest was finely muscled and tanned with sprinkles of hair and a scar from a run in with barbed wire on one of his pectoral muscles. His chest tapered to abs hardened by hard work and horseback riding. Imagining him just wearing his faded blue jeans and boots...worked for her as she closed her eyes and slipped a hand beneath her shirt and caressed the lace which covered her breasts. She didn't need a bra so she wore a camisole underneath her work clothes. Her little secret...that something so feminine could be worn...even though her work was often tough.

She felt her nipples harden from her touch and she slipped her hand underneath her camisole to stroke her bare skin. Her breast swelled enough as she cupped her palm over it, feeling its supple softness. She moved her hand over it and then her fingers lighting on her sensitive nipple.

A groan threatened to escape from between her parted lips but she suppressed it, but not before she noticed the dampness between her legs. She arched her back as she dabbled her fingers over her breasts, moving from one to the other. Then lowered her hand to stroke her slightly rounded belly, the soft firmness of it made her smile...and then she wondered whether she even dare...she sucked in her breath and worried her lip, glancing around to make sure she was alone in the stable.

Before...her fingers trailed down on their own volition, and crept into the gap between her jeans and her pelvis and she reached her lacy panties...fingering the rims of them before slipping her fingers beneath it. She closed her eyes imagining his fingers there, stroking her especially where it would elicit shards of pleasure much like her own touch did now.

She breathed harder, as she imagined him thrusting one finger inside of her, rubbing where pleasurable warmth would flicker and then intensify with the motion of his hand. He'd look at her, intent in his eyes as he tormented her with his fingers, inserting a second one inside of her stretching her while his thumb rubbed her clitoris.

Her hips arched off the blanket to meet her hand and she sighed as she continued imagining the man she wanted bringing her to climax.

Dustin pulled up his horse next to the paint that belonged to Sierra. He had opted out of going to the rodeo feeling that he'd rather help Sierra continue her work on the stable than hang out on the bleachers at the arena under the hot dusty afternoon. So he had saddled up his gelding and headed on out to the stable.

After he tied up his horse, he walked towards the stable, anticipating his first look at the young woman who he had been enraptured with the past several years. Her beauty had entranced him and her earthy sexiness enticed him. Sometimes it was all he could do when he saw her to keep his hands off of her body...but he had always prided his self-control even as he cursed it sometimes.

And now was one of them...but he'd find a way to keep his relationship with her professional and at a distance. They'd work together, keep their chatter casual and then ride back together when the day was done.

That's what was running through his head when he headed into the stable, but in one moment, his best intentions went wayside...when he heard what sounded like a woman's soft cries and sighing.

Sierra...

He recognized the sounds and his eyes widened as he saw her lying on the hay bale on a blanket lifting her pelvis up and down as her hand was tucked inside of her pants and she clearly was getting herself off.

When his shock abated, he suppressed a smile...and made no sound. Her eyes were closed so if he remained quiet...she wouldn't know. Pangs of guilt hit him then that he was watching such an intimate act without her permission. But damn, the sounds she made, the sight of her writhing in front of him, her hand moving up and down beneath her pants...that made him go hard.

Suddenly, her face seized...her eyes still closed and then she cried out loud as she arched her pelvis up for a long moment....before sinking it back to the blanket again.

Oh god, now he was going to need to take more than just the edge off of his own arousal...before he got any work done certainly any with her...but if he could leave...

Her eyes opened and she turned her head and she saw him there looking at her, leaning against a support while she still had her hand inside her panties.

"Oh god..."

Dustin didn't know if that was due to the intensity of what she had just experienced or the embarrassment of being caught. She sat up quickly, her hand now out of her pants, done very quickly as a matter of fact.

"How long have you been there?"

He sucked in his breath.

"Long enough..."

She sighed.

"Oh damn...I'm sorry...I don't even know what to say..."

"You've got nothing to be sorry about," he said, "That's the most damn erotic sight I've ever seen Sierra."

She felt her face flush.

"I...I thought I was alone."

"I gather that...but damn you were so hot right now...I don't know what to say either."

He didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to do and what he wanted was to join her on that hay bale and show her a thing or two.

She ran her hand through her hair, still a bit ill at ease.

"Dustin...if you want to fire me...I guess I can understand..."

He moved toward her then.

"I don't want to fire you Sierra...that's not what I want at all."

She looked at him intently, her chest moving up and down, and he knew it wasn't just nerves.

"What do you want?"

He stepped even closer until he could almost touch her where she sat on the bale watching him carefully.

"I want to take you right now on that blanket and I want to know what it feels to be inside that pussy..."

She couldn't even breathe then. She had to remember...he looked at her so focused, so sure and then his hand did reach out and stroke her face.

"Really...I had no idea..."

He sighed, as he climbed up on the bale so stealthily while her eyes had been focused on his own.

"I'm going to show you then..."

He sat on the bale and reached over to kiss her mouth, softly, feathery little kisses on her lips until she would accept more from him. He kissed her, withdrew and then placed his mouth on hers again, slower, deeper as he allowed her to adjust. But she grew impatient and reached for him, kissing him harder, dying to slip her tongue inside his mouth but he withheld this time.

They separated and he looked at her.

"Before we go further..."

She licked her lips.

"I'm on the pill Dustin...and if you don't come here right now, I'm going to tie you up."

He smiled at her resolve and he kissed her as she wrapped her arms around him, his lips probing her mouth and his tongue sliding inside her mouth where she met it with her own and they tasted each other together. Keeping pace with one another in their erotic dance...as she reached for his shirt buttons with her fingers...and then started unfastening them one by one...by one...baring his luscious chest with each one and then she slipped her hands inside, brushing her knuckles against his sprouts of hair and his copper nipples.

He groaned in response as she moved further to slip his shirt off of his sturdy shoulders and then bent to kiss his chest with her mouth, tracing the scar on it with a sliver of her tongue...his skin goose pimpled and he arched his body.

"I want to take that off..."

Oh yeah, her shirt and she sat there as he slowly and delicately removed it from her body, baring her camisole which he worshipped with his eyes...even before his hands moved towards it. The lacy fabric hugged her breasts and tapered around her narrow waist...and he liked it...but he wanted to see what lay underneath...so that went too.

She lifted her arms up to help him do it and he did that willingly enough, and his gaze went down slowly to her breasts which were close enough for him to touch...and to taste. Large enough that if he held them in his hands, to spill over a bit and the nipples looked rosy pink.

So he placed his hands on them, squeezing them gently which made her gasp as he kissed her on the mouth again, slipping his tongue inside to taste her mouth while his hands massaged her breasts which felt the pleasure race through them...Sierra gasped pulling away from his kiss.

"Take off your pants," she said.

"You first..."

She considered that tilting her head.

"How about both of us at the same time...?"

So they did that...he unsnapped his jeans and tugged them off as she reached to do the same, unsnapping, unzipping and then shimming out of her jeans so she was down to her panties. He happened to catch her do that and stopped undressing to stare at her.

She noticed and cocked her eyebrow.

"You need some help there Dustin?"

He just grunted and he got out of his jeans and down to a pair of briefs which contrasted with his tanned skin. They sat looking at each other down on to their underwear...he suppressing a smile.

"Wow...I had no idea..."

She sidled closer to him on the blanket.

"Neither did I...."

She stared at him daring him to look away as her hair hung over her face, and she reached down with her fingers to hook up her panties and pull them slowly down her legs...and his heart nearly stopped because she was so beautiful...light colored curls covering her pink lips.

He felt his briefs tighten even more and his balls ache...he just looked at her frozen for a moment. She just looked at him, blew a tendril of her hair back and then moved closer to him and before he knew what happened, she pulled his briefs down...her hands skimming over his erection, teasingly but with a hint of promise to returning to it later.

But he wanted her hands on him, just like he wanted to taste her breasts, her succulent skin on her belly and lower than that...she looked at him and read his intent. But right now, she wanted to feel his naked skin against hers with no clothes serving as a barrier between them. So she captured him in her arms again, pulling him closer and their bodies pressed together and she felt his hardness against her and struggled to keep from throwing her head back impatiently.

He kissed her, rubbing his chest against her, his hairs tickling her nipples, causing them to harden further.

Then she pushed him back on the blanket and straddled his upper thighs.

"What...?"

"Oh come on Dustin..."

She stroked his erection with her hands, gently at first and then harder, cupping his balls with one hand while tightening her other around his shaft while she milked him. He moved his head and groaned...his legs tightening and his hands clenching. She longed to taste him...to wrap her mouth around the darkened crown and to take him inside as far as she could...and when she looked at him, she knew he wanted that too...but urgency pushed through him and that was to fuck her. He reached for her but she read his mind and mindful of his stiffened penis, she guided herself down on him, as he penetrated her, slowly bit by bit at a time...she grimaced a bit at how he stretched her pussy as she lowered herself further.

And when she felt him deep inside of her, she began moving...as he slid in and out of her, his shaft brushing against her clitoris in ways that made her almost stop breathing but she focused on her rhythm, their rhythm as he gripped her with his hands as she moved up and down, deftly changing angles, slowly...teasingly...making him groan even more.

"Ride me...Sierra...come one..."

She smiled at him, as she bent closer to him.

"I'll make you last more than eight seconds..."

He sighed as she undulated, with her hips, almost as if she were dancing, his erection tightened inside of her as her pussy hugged him. Dustin felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch and he knew....as she continued her dance, her control over him and his pleasure. It was intoxicating as hell to watch her there...in her nakedness, her hair hanging around her face...her breasts bobbing up and down gently as she moved, her belly maneuvering the dance.

He could almost come by watching her. But impatience filled him too...he had never been the kind of guy to lie back and do nothing.

So before she saw it coming, he reached her and grabbed her and deftly rolled her over on her back...somehow never breaking that connection between them.

"What...?"

"Shhh....darling....my turn to ride.."

His voice excited her as he deftly moved between her thighs and pushed hard inside of her, which made her gasp as he filled her deeply...and the feeling that it invoked inside her...completely new. He withdrew almost completely from her leaving her almost bereft and then bucked his hips penetrating her even deeper again. She grabbed hold of his shoulders as they rolled on the blanket, her thighs gripping him.

"How close are you..."

"I already had mine...," she said, taking him inside even deeper.

"Ladies first...."

"I'm no lady..."

The scent of his desire quickened her own breath even further as she held onto him why he continued bucking against her like something wild and free. Their sweat splashed against each other, the sounds of their bodies meeting filling the barn accentuating their cries and groans. She gripped his rugged shoulders with her fingers down to her nails, if she drew blood she didn't know and his hands rested on each side of her body that had already been pinned to the blanket by his own.




Lazy Afternoon Ride



She sighed beneath him as she felt the uncoiling of the tension between her thighs...taking her up to the pinnacle and then...as he thrust against her, rubbing her clitoris she fell off the top and the waves of pleasure rushed right through her, wringing her and she heard herself scream.

He cut it off with a possessive kiss as he thrust even harder...his own climax rushing up to take him and she felt the spasms of his cock deep inside of her and he arched his back up and shuddered, as jets of moist heat shot up through her pussy...like an after burn...and she felt herself come again.

And then they both screamed.

He held her afterward as the dry heat inside the stable evaporated the sweat from their bodies which remained intertwined. He had asked her if she wanted to clean up and she shook her head and pulled him closer to her, even after he had pulled out.

She kissed him then and he felt elation fill him, the scent of her passion reached him, threatening to excite him all over again. Then she smiled.

"So how bad do you feel about missing the rodeo?"

He just smiled because how can you compare riding a bull to riding a woman...no comparison really. There would always be another rodeo but another time with Sierra?

As he lay there quietly with her, he thought he'd do anything to find out.