0 comments/ 8493 views/ 0 favorites Lazy Sunday By: shane038nz The sound of a car door closing announces your arrival I greet you at the door with my heart pounding it has been a week of anticipation. I take you into my arms and kiss you passionately. We break apart again looking at each other with hungry eyes. You start taking things out of your bag with a wicked grin on your face! There is massage oil scented, candles, some toys of varying sizes and a porn movie. I raise my eyebrows slightly at you and you smile. We sit on the couch and you ask me to put the movie on. As the movie starts we sit close and hold hands watching the scene unfold before us, while it is just another regulation scene there is a heightened sense of the erotic because of the company, I once again turn and kiss you passionately our tongues batting against each other. I feel your hand underneath my shirt stroking my chest then playing with my nipples, my breath catches in my throat slightly. I caress your thigh feeling its silky smoothness against the calloused skin of my hand. As the movie progresses I take your nipple into my hand gently rolling it between my fingers. You rub across the front of my trousers and feel the swelling already there you tease it some getting it to grow even thicker and longer in the confines of my pants. The movie finishes and we are both breathing deeply. With a wicked gleam in your eye you tell me its shower time. We undress each other which with extra touching takes quite some time, finally we step into the shower together, I reach for the soap and start to lather your back giving it a thorough washing before slowly sliding my hands around to your front I cup your breasts in my hands gently massaging them with my soapy hands rubbing the nipples till they are as hard as buttons. My cock is pressed against your asscheeks the soapy water making them very slippery it is a wonderful sensation. I slide my hands down to your pussy and begin to wash it I take each lip between my fingers gently rubbing them opening you up so I can access your clit I feel your body tremble as I soap your clit up then turn you so the shower water is directed on to it to wash it off. Now you take the soap from me and begin the process of washing me. Facing me and looking into my eyes you wash my broad shoulders and back it feels good. You lean in and kiss me passionately whilst you slide your hands round, and start washing my chest and tugging at my nipples. Slowly you work your hands lower and take my engorged cock in your soapy hands, gently sliding back and forwards over it pulling the foreskin back and circling the head with your hand washing it lovingly. Your hands roam further below to start washing my swollen balls then sliding your hand further to wash my ass spreading my cheeks a little so you can wash it thoroughly. I tense as you slide the tip of your finger just inside. We now pull apart and let the water clean the soap off our bodies. Once out and dried you get the items you have brought off the table and with a wicked grin suggest we head for the bedroom. Once there you leave no doubt as to who is taking charge as you order me to lie face down on the bed. I lie down and feel you climb on the bed and spread my legs slightly, and then I feel you drizzle the massage oil all over my back and my ass. Your hands gliding over my skin makes my head spin my muscles jump under your touch. You work your way down my back until you are kneading my asscheeks your hand slides down between my thighs and cup my balls which excites me I feel a little vulnerable but very turned on. My eyebrows raise a little as I hear you switch on one of the toys and jump slightly as I feel you press it to my balls I also moan and writhe on the bed. I then feel you start to slide it up and down between my cheeks, which are slippery with the oil my whole lower body feels as if it is on fire. You now tell me that its time to roll over, as I do my cock springs straight up after being trapped by me lying on it, I see you smile again. You take my nipple into your mouth and suck and bite it making me moan again. Now you straddle my face with your legs and lower your sopping pussy to my tongue, which I eagerly start to lick feeling your moisture coating my face. I feel your mouth cover the head of my cock and you start to suck on it as if it were a lollipop, all the time grinding your pussy onto my face suddenly you explode into an orgasm humping my face and crying out I do my best to drink all of your sweet nectar but there is too much and it runs all over my face. As you come down from your orgasm you dismount my face turn around and drive your pussy straight down on my cock. You bend to kiss me and lick your juice from my face. Then you start to slowly at first to stroke up and down my cock stretching you open. As you increase the tempo you reach behind and start playing with my balls as well. Squeezing them then raking them with your nails, I am nearly going insane with the pleasure you are giving me and show this with a continuous moan. I reach up and start squeezing your nipples and thrusting hard into you watch your face as it starts to contort from the pleasure I feel your pussy start to contract squeezing my cock, I feel my own climax coming but hold back until I feel you explode over the edge, this is my cue and I start to pump hard until I start to cum myself jet after jet of my cum fills you and starts to dribble out. Slowly you collapse on top of me spent and satisfied, I cuddle you to me caressing your hair and face basking in the afterglow of yet another explosive bout of lovemaking. Lazy Sunday This is my first story. Any comments, critiques, or suggestions are appreciated. Hope you enjoy reading! ......................................... "Jacob they're here!" Jacob stirred in his bed. His father's booming voice had shaken him awake. He rolled over and looked at his alarm clock. "Jacob!" "I'm coming!" He rolled out of bed and took a step towards his closet. His head was pounding. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "God, I look hung-over," he thought to himself. He picked a pair of jeans off the floor and took a t-shirt from a hanger. Closing the closet door, he took a step back and smiled at himself. His hair was a mess and his eyes were dark."Fuck it," he whispered, taking a bottle of aspirin from his dresser. Hurrying downstairs, he arrived in an empty hallway. The front door was open and he could hear voices outside. He stepped into the sun and raised a hand to shade his eyes. "There you are!" A woman's voice cried loudly. She was standing in the driveway with his dad next to an old maroon mini-van. Long brown hair hung at her shoulders and her shirt revealed an ample amount of cleavage. "Hi Aunt D," he said smiling as he walked towards her. She opened her arms and pulled him into a long hug. Aunt D and Jacob's father had been friends since high school. She wasn't really his aunt, so he didn't feel bad that he enjoyed her breasts pressing against his chest. "Looks like some one has been burning the candle at both ends." She laughed as she ruffled his hair. Jacob smiled. "Well, graduating from college provides a lot of opportunities to celebrate," he said. His father laughed. "Son, just tell me when the celebrating is over and I can expect to see you before noon." "Ha, whatever dad. I'm only home for the summer. You'll miss me when I'm gone!" His dad chuckled. "We'll see." "Aunt D, where is Kate? I thought she was coming too." Jacob asked. "I'm right here!" Came an answer from behind the van. Jacob was momentarily in shock. Walking towards him was a beautiful young woman that Jacob hardly recognized. Her hair was light brown and hung just below her shoulders. Her face and body were tanned from the sun. Her body was slender, and long smooth legs disappeared into tiny shorts that covered a tight and round ass. She wore a white tank top that revealed the sloping curves of her small breasts and outlined the black bra that she wore underneath. Jacob realized he had been staring for half a second and quickly shook his head and smiled. "Hey Katie!" He greeted her with a warm hug. "Let me grab that for you," he said reaching down and grabbing her suitcase. "Thanks!" She smiled at him. "How have you been? It's been so long and you look old!" "Ha, I'm only a couple years older than you. You'll be where I am soon enough." He lifted her bag and followed his father and Aunt D into the house. Jacob excused himself while his father showed Aunt D and Katie their rooms for the next week. He closed the door to his room and sat on his bed. He was having trouble comprehending how much this girl had changed. It was only three years since the last time they had seen each other, and she was all grown up. Living with her is going to be a distraction, he thought to himself. Jacob put on a pair of swim trunks, grabbed some sunglasses and headed downstairs. He could hear voices in the kitchen. He opened the door to the back yard and the pool deck. "Jacob, want some lunch?" His father shouted. The thought of food made his stomach grumble. "No thanks," he yelled back as he shut the door. Jacob laid down in a lawn chair next to the pool and pulled the glasses down over his eyes. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but he quickly drifted off in the afternoon sun. .................................... "SPLASH!" The sound shattered the afternoon stillness. Jacob's eyes sprung open behind his dark glasses. Ripples spread in ever-widening circles at the far end of the pool, gently lapping at the edges. A dark figure moved beneath the water. She surfaced at the edge of the pool, her back to where Jacob sat watching. She raised her arms and lifted herself out. Her dark hair hung behind her shoulders, dripping water down her back. The drops rolled their way down her golden skin, gathering speed as they descended and slowing where the curve of her ass seamlessly flowed into the curve of her lower back. A thin piece of brown fabric that served as a bikini bottom covered her ass. Long smooth legs disappeared into the fabric as Jacob silently stared. She tilted her head and wrung the water out of her hair with both hands, as a small puddle formed at her feet. Jacob didn't move as she walked around the pool towards him. Her hips swayed and the sun reflected off the toned slopes of her small and perky breasts. He was awestruck, he was suddenly nervous, and he was incredibly turned on. As he stared he felt his balls tingle and his cock begin to grow. "Hey!" He waved to her as he lifted his head and pulled his knees up to hide his enlarged member. "Hey sleepy!" She smiled as she sat on the edge of the reclining chair next to him. "Did I wake you up? Sorry. Your dad said you were sleeping off a hangover or something." "No no not at all, well, I mean, yes... but I just woke up now. On my own." "Mmkay." As she said it she looked him over. Jacob watched her eyes glance over his body. Is she checking me out? He thought to himself. He smiled inwardly. His body was lean and muscular. The outlines of his muscles stood out pressed against the tightness of his skin. He had always thought himself to be handsome. But he had been with the same girl for four years of college and wasn't accustomed to recognizing signs of interest from other girls. "Well you're looking like you might start to cook in a bit." She laughed, handing him a tube of SPF 30. "Oh thanks," he said taking the tube and cracking the cap open with his thumb. He squirted a generous portion of the white lotion into his hand and began rubbing it into his arms and chest. He covered his face and legs and then turned to the beautiful girl next to him. "Katie, would you mind getting my back?" She raised her eyebrows. "God you are so difficult." She laughed. "Ha, I know." He turned his back towards her as she stood up. The cap snapped closed behind him and he felt cool hands pressing on his shoulders. Her small palms rubbed circles in his back spreading the lotion slowly downwards as it absorbed into his skin. He felt his cock begin to grow. "There you go, all done." She said happily. "But you owe me." He turned back around and lay against his chair. "Ok, I'll get you next time." He smiled. She lay back in her chair and lifted a pair of sunglasses to cover her eyes. Jacob turned his head to look at her. She was unbelievable. "So Katie...what has your life been like for the past three years?" "Well...where to begin..." .................................. They talked for hours. Breaking to swim, only to lay down again and continue their conversation. The sun moved overhead and gradually dipped behind a large oak tree in the neighbor's yard. Katie's laughter rang out against the lengthening shadows. "Oh my god! I can't believe you got away with that! Uganistan doesn't even sound like a real country!" "Haha, well it wasn't exactly my idea." Jacob grinned. His smile filled his whole face. "Ha you are so guilty! Don't even try and pretend!" Katie said, pushing him playfully on the shoulder. Jacob took a step back and laughed. "Ok guilty as charged, are you ready to go inside yet?" "I am if you are." She said sweetly, turning around, towel in hand as she headed towards the house. Jacob followed behind, watching her ass sway gently back and forth. They walked in through the kitchen. The kitchen table was cleared and it was silent. The house was empty. "Where are the parentals?" Jacob asked. "Oh right," Katie said turning around towards him. "Your dad said to tell you that he'd be home after dinner...and there is lasagna in the fridge." "Nice," Jacob moved towards the oven and set the heat to 350 degrees. "So where did they go?" "I dunno, I didn't ask." Katie smiled as she reached for a bunch of grapes on the counter. She picked a green grape off the vine and popped it into her mouth. Her lips closed as her teeth sank into it. "Well, do you still like lasagna?" Jacob asked. "Still a favorite," she answered, closing her lips around another grape. "Well good, 'cuz it's the only thing on the menu!" He laughed. She smiled, chewing on a mouthful of grapes. "Well, when's dinner mister chef?" "It'll be ready in like half an hour. So we have time to get changed." He paused. "Did my dad show you where the bathroom is?" "Yep, just down the hall from the guest room." She said, turning her back on him and walking out of the kitchen. He watched her as she left. ............................................. Jacob waited five minutes for the oven to heat up before sliding the pan of lasagna onto the center rack. Gripping the banister with his right hand he headed up the stairs to his room. The upstairs hallway consisted of four rooms; a bathroom, his bedroom, a guest bedroom, and his father's study. The door to the guest bedroom was open as Jacob passed by. He noticed a brown bikini crumpled on the floor beside the bed. He passed the study on his left, looking straight ahead at the bathroom door, which was closed. Jacob closed the door to his room and lay down on his bed. He heard a rush of water coming from the bathroom. He would have to wait until she finished before he could shower. He closed his eyes. He pictured Katie. He imagined water running down her naked body, flowing over her perfect breasts. He pictured her running her hands over her nipples, letting the water cascade down between her legs. He reached a hand into his shorts and took a hold of his lengthening cock. He stroked it slowly as he thought about her... ...he stopped suddenly. I shouldn't be doing this. He thought to himself. She's a family friend, and I am supposed to be looking after her. His hard cock strained against his shorts. Knock. Knock. Jacob sat bolt upright. "Hey Jacob, I am done with the shower". "Okay great!" He shouted a little too excitedly. Footsteps followed down the hall and a door closed. Jacob tucked his erection under the waistband of his shorts and peered into the hall. He hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. Trying to ignore the hardness of his cock Jacob turned the water on in the shower. He reached a hand into the wet stream and shivered. It was cold. He stepped into the tub and let the icy water flow over his skin. He let all thoughts of her drift from his mind. ........................................... Katie bent over and put the last plate into the dishwasher. "There we go, all done." She turned to Jacob and smiled. "Thanks for dinner." "Well thanks for helping me clean up." Jacob said, closing the door to the refrigerator. "Of course...you still want to see what movies are on?" She said, her brows arched and eyes wide. "Definitely. Let's go downstairs." Jacob followed her as she descended the stairs to the basement. She wore a pair of light blue pajama pants and t-shirt that Jacob could have sworn she fit into six years ago. Jacob stared at her tight little ass as her hips swayed back and forth. "Brrr, it's chilly down here," Katie said, rubbing her shoulders as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Jacob walked towards a cupboard on the wall and pulled out a large fleece blanket. "Here you go," he said as he took a seat beside her on the couch. "Thanks," she smiled, covering her lap with the blanket. "Want to share?" "Sure," Jacob replied, as she scooted a few inches closer him, throwing half the blanket over his legs. Jacob grabbed the remote, turned the television on, and flipped to the Pay Per View menu. "Here you go," he said, handing her the remote. The room was dark, but the light from the screen reflected off them both. Jacob watched her as she read through the available movies. He admired the curves of her breasts accentuated by her small shirt. Her nipples stood out against the fabric. Small buds hardened by the cold air. He felt some excitement within him begin to stir. "What about this?" She asked, turning towards him. Jacob turned towards the screen, slightly embarrassed that she might have caught him staring. "Looks good." He answered quickly. She started the movie and Jacob stretched his legs to rest on the small coffee table in front of them. "Ooh, can we share?" She said, placing her legs beside his. Jacob felt the nerve endings in his skin fire with excitement as their legs and feet touched. He became tremendously aware of their bodies together, and the small skin-to-skin connection of her foot resting against his. He could barely pay attention to the movie. A small laugh would send her foot rubbing against his. He couldn't tell if she was as aware as he that they were touching. Every time he felt her foot moved against his he would gently press back, but she made no acknowledgement of the action. Suddenly, the two main characters on screen began to kiss. The woman led the man to her bed and she lay down. He moved between her legs and started kissing her neck as they worked to undress each other. She moaned as he lavished her breasts with his tongue and she combed her fingers through his hair. The camera quickly cut away into a montage of steamy sex. Jacob sat still as he felt Katie's toes rake up the side of his foot. He waited. The same toes moved down across his skin towards his heel. He turned to his right and looked at Katie. She turned her head towards him, eyes staring into his, her lips slightly parted. Jacob moved his head towards her and felt her mouth press against his. Her tongue darted into his mouth. They kissed slowly, exploring each others mouths. Jacob pulled away and Katie smiled at him. He moved his lips to her ear and began nibbling her ear lobe, his breath hot on the side of her head. Katie let out a deep breath and pushed her body against his. His cock was growing hard. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. "Mmm," Katie let out a low moan as Jacob's hands found her ass. She sat up placing a knee on either side of him, straddling him. She could feel his cock rub against her as she pushed herself against him. She kissed him again, deeply on the lips. Their tongues met and began to tease back and forth. Jacob placed his hands on her hips as they rubbed against each other. He slowly traced his fingers under her shirt, grazing her smooth skin. Her nipples were hard, she wasn't wearing a bra. Jacob massaged her breasts, circling her nipples with his fingers, pinching and teasing them. Katie lifted her head, eyes closed, as she enjoyed the feeling of his hands exploring her body. He kissed her neck and she sighed deeply. He ran his hands up and down her thighs as she ground her ass on his hardening cock. He moved his fingers further and further up her legs, closer and closer to her pussy. She looked down at him, biting her lip, as she lifted herself gently giving him access between her legs. He slipped a hand into her pajama pants, sliding his finger between her legs. Her panties were wet. He moved her panties aside, and his middle finger gently grazed her pussy lips. He teased her, sliding his finger up and down her wet slit. "Mmmm," She moaned gently. He found the hard nub of her clit, and made gentle circles around it. He rubbed it slowly as her breathing became ragged. He paused, moving his fingers down along her wetness. Jacob's finger were wet, it felt like they were dripping. His cock strained against his boxers. He kissed her as he slid a finger inside of her. She bit his lip and moaned. Her pussy was tight against his finger and he could feel her juices dripping down his hand. She let out ragged deep breaths as he slid his finger out and in again. The palm of his hand rested against her clit as his fingers fucked her. She ground her pussy against his hand frantically, faster and faster. "Oh my god, oh my god, ohhh m..." She whispered and moaned into his ear. He could feel her pussy rhythmically tightening against his fingers. "Nahhh, aahhhh," her words became inaudible as she came. She buried her face in his shoulder, biting him softly as she moaned, her fingers digging into his arm. Jacob gradually slowed his hand, letting it rest inside of her. She left her head resting on his shoulder, her breathing deep. Jacob kissed her on the cheek. She raised her head and smiled at him, kissing him softly. She placed her hands on his chest and pulled his shirt over his head. She looked at his body, admiring his lean muscles, her small hands exploring him. She kissed him on the neck and worked her way across his collar bone. The feel of her lips on his skin sent a chill across his body. She kissed her way down his chest, pausing to flick her tongue over his nipples. Her mouth moved down his stomach, as he felt her hand move to his waistband. In one smooth motion she pulled down his shorts and boxers. His cock sprang to attention in front of her face. She smiled, looking at him, and wrapped her hand around the base of his erection. She licked her lips, looking both nervous and seductive. He watched as her mouth moved towards the head of his cock. "Unnhh," Jacob stifled a moan as she enveloped him in her mouth. It was wet and warm. Her tongue swirled slowly around the underside of his cock. Her hand gently stroked him. She looked beautiful with her lips wrapped around him, her mouth bobbing up and down slowly on the head of his hard member. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes were dark with eye liner and her hair pinned up and behind her head. "Mmmmm," she let out a low moan as she took him deeper into her throat. The vibrations moved through his stiff cock. Her hand gingerly massaged his balls as his shaft disappeared into her mouth. She moved up and down slowly, steadily increasing her pace. Her hand began to work vigorously at the base of his shaft. Jacob felt warm saliva dripping down the sides of his cock as the rhythmic sucking sounds increased. Instinctively he raised his hips in unison with her movements, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. He felt his balls begin to churn, tingling as her lips slid up and down his cock. He whispered to her in between ragged breaths, "I'm.... close." She looked into his eyes and he felt her other hand cup his balls tightly. It was too much. His muscles contracted and he pushed his cock deep into her throat. She moaned as spasms of cum shot into her mouth, his body shaking violently as he came. She continued her furious pace as she milked every last drop from him. He moaned and wrapped his fingers tightly in her hair, holding his cock in her mouth. She gradually slowed and he relaxed. She lifted her head and his cock fell lazily out of her mouth, a string of cum still attached to her lips. Her throat swallowed and she wiped her mouth. She smiled and bit her lip, lifting his shorts back to his waist. She stood up and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at her. "Bed time," she smiled "I'll see you tomorrow." He turned and watched her as she walked up the stairs. Lazy Sunday It was what Rae referred to as a "lazy Sunday." The week's work was over; Saturday when the household jobs left during the week were done, and Sunday was the day for doing whatever she fancied. She sat at the breakfast table wearing only her comfortable dressing gown and between gazing at nothing in particular she sipped a cup of lemon tea. Opposite her Clay (Clayton) her son, sat on one chair and had his feet propped up on another as he idly flipped through a soft porn magazine, pausing occasionally when the picture of a particularly decorative and nude female appeared. Rae would peruse the magazine later when Clay had put it aside and she thought he wouldn't see her reading it. Between his flipping Clay spooned cornflakes into his mouth. A fly buzzed around the kitchen and Rae followed its progress from one place to the next and considered getting up, fetching the fly swat and pursuing the insect, but decided that was something for later, if the fly was still around. The magazine Clay was reading claimed to be serious, with articles about how to find your "true self, or "get in touch with your deep self," usually written by psychologists. It also offered, for a price, how to become a millionaire in a month. Rae wondered why, if they could tell you how to become a millionaire in a month they needed to charge for the information. "Adultery," Clay suddenly muttered. "What?" Rae asked, not sure if she'd heard him correctly. "Adultery," Clay repeated, "it say here that 73.6 percent of men have committed adultery at least once before they're fifty." "I don't believe it," Rae said. "Well it says it's based on university research." "What does it say about women?" "Oh...er...ah yes, 62.2 percent women have committed adultery at least once before they're fifty. What do you think point six percent of man and point two percent of a woman looks like?" "Don't be silly Clay," his mother replied, "it's just an average like saying the average family has 2.3 children or whatever it is." "Yes, I suppose so, but what about this; if 73.6 percent of men have committed adultery and only 62.2 percent women, it must mean that the women have committed adultery with several men." "I suppose so," Rae said, turning her attention once more to the fly. Clay, pursuing his theme said, "It says here that adultery is on the increase, why do you think that would be mum?" "You'd better ask your father that," Rae replied cynically. "I would if I had a father." "Of course you've got a father, how else do you think you came into the world?" Rae snapped." "You know what I mean mum," Clay protested, "when did we last see or hear from him, six...no seven years ago." "No need to remind me," Rae muttered, "now finish your cornflakes I want to wash up." Clay was not to be deterred; "I suppose the advent of the contraceptive pill and all the other contraceptive things, tube tying and vasectomies, might have something to do with more adultery, you know, all pleasure and no consequences." Rae gave up fly watching and replied, "Possibly, but there can still be consequences." "Like what?" "There are all sorts of nasty diseases and infections you can get if you play around, sexually I mean." "Yes, I suppose so," Clay said thoughtfully. "Do you suppose dad got a dose of something nasty?" "Frankly I don't know and I don't care, I only know he didn't give me anything nasty while we were married but what's happened since..." She left the sentence unfinished, her voice fading away. "You've never played around have you mum?" "Certainly not," Rae said indignantly. "Mum, I know I shouldn't ask but why not?" "Why not what?" "Why haven't you played around...well...I mean, why hasn't there been another man in your life, you're a really good looking woman?" "Huh, you should know the answer to that; there was one man but look what happened." "He stayed over for one night but why only one night?" "Don't be a hypocrite Clay. He wanted to marry me but you had tantrums and he said he couldn't cope with that, and don't try buttering me up with your "good looking" flattery. "But you are good looking mum. I suppose what you're saying is that I spoiled things for you?" "You can say that again," Rae replied sourly. "You know mum, I was as jealous as hell, I can see that now. I wanted you all to myself." Rae seemed to soften a bit and said, "I understood that, it's often that way with a mother and son." Clay seemed to consider this for a few moments, and then said, "Yes, I've read about that, sons actually fancying their mother and hating their father because he's getting what they want, and I suppose the same applies to any man that comes into their mother's life, it's called Oedipal something or the other." "Complex," Rae said. "What?" "Oedipal Complex," Rae repeated, "I can read too you know." There was a pause in their conversation until Clay said, "We had a kid at our school who suffered from that." "Suffered from what?" "Oedipal thing, or I suppose it was that." "What do you mean, he suffered from it?" "He used to boast that he was having sex with his mother." "He was lying. How old was he?" "Thirteen, same age I was then, and it was true." "How do you know it was true?" "His mum got arrested and they put her in jail for three years and he got taken into foster care." "That's terrible," Rae said grimly." "What, getting caught you mean?" "I mean incest, and it just goes to show, it's like adultery, it nearly always comes out in the end. One of them involved wants more than the other wants to give, or they have to boast about their conquest, or they just get too confident and careless and get caught. Clay grinned and said, "Well he did boast about it so I suppose someone reported him, and she was pregnant to him." "My God," Rae gasped, "She could at least have taken precautions and just think of the psychological damage she did to that poor boy." "I've read about the psychological damage, but this kid said it was wonderful with her, and he swore that when she came out of jail he was going to get together with her again." "And did they?" "I don't know, they took him to another school and we lost touch with him after that. It'd be..." Clay considered for a moment and the went on, "He was thirteen then and I'm nineteen so she'll have been out of jail at least three years now, and so they might have got together. They were a single parent family of course and..." "Careful what you say," Rae cut in sharply, "we're a single parent family." "I know that mum, but what I was going to say was that it started when she told him he ought to know about sex, and she'd teach him, and it took off from there. He said she was so hot for him she wanted him every day." "Well he must have been hot for her," Rae said, "and I don't need to teach you about sex." Clay took his feet off the chair, the conversation was getting interesting. "A pity," he chuckled. "What do you mean, 'a pity'?" "Well, you know mum, the Oedipal thing." "Complex," Rae added, "and you're not telling me you've got an Oedipal thing - I mean complex - about me." "You said you've read the literature, and that says that boys have this thing for their mothers, so what do you want, do you want me to be abnormal and not have an Oedipal complex about you." "Yes...no...I mean, you can see for your self it's against the law otherwise that woman wouldn't have been put in jail." Clay seemed to side step the issue and said, "Mum, if boys have this thing for their mothers and they do commit incest, does that mean that mothers have a thing for their sons?" Rae felt a faint flush diffusing her face, and she replied, "I suppose the woman and her son you've told me about shows that women can have those sorts of feelings for their sons." "I wonder what it's called?" Clay said meditatively. "I don't know," Rae replied, and then a sudden thought struck her. "There's something on the net about a mother and son who are lovers." "Yes I've seen that," Clay said eagerly, "and there's one about a German brother and sister who've had kids and..." It seemed to hit them simultaneously, the fact that they had both been viewing incest sites on the net. Clay's face flushed and Rae's flush deepened and there was an awkward silence. Trying to clear what felt like a lump in her throat Rae finally said in an unusually high pitched voice, "Of course in the case of the mother and son they'd been separated for years, and it was only after they met again that they...they became lovers, I think it's called genetic sexual attraction," That did nothing to disperse the embarrassment and Clay did nothing to help this when he said, "That kid at school hadn't been separated from his mother until they put her in jail, so when she comes out and meets him gain they might be hotter for each other than ever." "Maybe, but perhaps genetic sexual attraction works even if mother and son haven't been separated," Rae said. "It could be," Clay said, "but suppose -- just suppose -- that I left home and didn't come back for two or three years, would we be genetically attracted to each other?" "You're not thinking of leaving home?" Rae asked anxiously. "No, not yet." "Not yet, what do you mean not yet? You are thinking of leaving home!" "Mum," Clay said in a placatory tone of voice, "I meant that one day I shall probably want to get married, or I'll have a job that means I have to go away and..." "Who...who are you going to marry, not that awful Brenda girl you've going out with?" "No mother, I'm not marrying Brenda, or anyone else just yet, I was just projecting into the future," Clay said with heavy patience. "Then you shouldn't project," Rae said, "not with a girl like Brenda." "Mum, let's get back to the subject; we were talking about genetic attraction, so do you mind if I ask you a rather personal question?" "What?" "It is very personal." "Ask it, I don't have to answer." "Have you ever been genetically attracted to me?" Rae looked confused as she tried to decide whether to answer truthfully or not. If she didn't answer at all then Clay would know that she had contemplated him as a sex partner. She tried for something resembling a middle way. Speaking very carefully as if she was weighing each word she said, "Well, it is well known that mothers have a special bond with their sons, and sometimes the affection they feel does have a sexual edge to it; I mean, love often does that to people even if it never comes to actually...er...fulfilling it, if you know what I mean." "Oh yes, I know what you mean," Clay said. "Since you've asked me, I might put the same question to you; have you ever been genetically attracted to me?" "I've already admitted I suffer from that Oedipal thing..." "Complex," Rae interrupted. "Okay complex, and so I suppose I must be genetically attracted to you." Rae suddenly stood up and grabbing the fly swatter she commenced chasing the fly round the room. It landed on a window and Rae took a vicious swipe at it and missed. The fly settled on the ceiling where it was out of reach. Agitated she said, "I'm going to have a shower and then do some gardening, you can do the washing up." She fled from the room. Showering was not the only thing she had in mind. The conversation and the mutual admissions of being genetically attracted to each other had gradually worked her up to something approaching a sexual frenzy. In the shower she began to masturbate frantically muttering to herself, "Please God don't let him touch me, don't let him touch me, if he does I shall give in, I know I will, please God...ah...oh...ah...ohwaa...mmm...mmm...oh Clay...Clay...touch me darling...mmmmaaaah..." She leaned against the shower wall exhausted by her orgasm, but her orgasm had not been enough. Too much had been said, too much revealed and none of it could now be unsaid. She started to cry, but pulling herself together she headed for her bedroom and dressed for gardening. Meanwhile Clay had washed up the few things that needed washing and following Rae's example he made for the shower and did his own share of masturbating, the first ejection of his sperm hitting the shower wall and oozing down in a long sticky strand. Like Rae he realised that they had been some very important revelations and there was no way back from them; their relationship could never be the same again. He toyed with the idea of leaving home, but discarded that because if he returned one day the old genetic attraction might come into play. He contemplated suicide, but after reviewing the various methods that could bring about his demise he had discarded this option as well. The idea that finally came to him might seem to have no connection with Oedipal complexes or genetic attractions, but seemed to him to be a placating middle way of putting things right with his mother; he would go and help her in the garden. Irrational? Yes you are right, but in such situations we are given to doing irrational things that have little or nothing to do with the problem being faced. And so irrational or not, Clay put on what he thought were clothes suited to gardening, old jeans and a t-shirt. He went to the garden, there to find his mother already weeding, and now we must seriously question Rae's choice of gardening clothes. She had chosen pale pink shorts that moulded to her nether region like another skin. If I say that these shorts shaped themselves to every nook and cranny I'm sure you'll know what I mean. In contrast her upper body was clad in a very loose old t-shirt that when she stood upright clung to her undoubtedly delectable breasts, and when she leaned over the garment flopped open to give the viewer a clear vision of these unbridled breasts. She had long dark hair that was now tied back with a ribbon, and it has to be said that among her other excellent features her hair was one of the most attractive. When Clay first came upon her she was bending over tugging at a large recalcitrant weed. Her rear was facing Clay and he got an excellent view of firmly rounded buttocks and shorts that clung to the cleft of her vulva. A vision of his penis passing through that cleft into paradise rose up before him The t-shirt yes, but we might ask why Rae had chosen such an inappropriate garment as these tight shorts for gardening, but the answer I suppose must remain a mystery, but imagination might fill that gap. It was as Clay stood behind and close to her that the weed suddenly surrendered and it took Rae by surprise. She tumbled backwards to be rescued by Clay, who grabbed her and in doing so found himself with two handfuls of surprisingly firm breasts. For her part Rae felt something hard pressing against her back. The sight of his mother's rear end and now the handful of breasts had brought on a lightening reaction; he had an erection. Rae knew what it was, and she had her own response in the form of a lubricating vagina and a ticking clitoris. Since Clay was touching her fairly intimately, and despite the fact that in the middle of flower bed was not the best of all possible places, this might have been the climatic moment for mother and son, but it was not so. Recovering her balance Rae disentangled herself from Clay's grasp. Since she was not wearing panties Rae suspected that the crotch of her shorts might be showing signs of her emotional condition. Not daring to inspect her panties in front of Clay, flushed and trembling, she fled to the house and her bedroom. Removing her panties there was the wet stain that betrayed her sexually agitated condition. She took off her t-shirt and lying on the bed she masturbated for the second time that day. Recovering from her orgasm she began to bemoan her current fate. "What is he doing to me, what is he doing to me?" But in true caring mother mode she added, "What am I doing to him?" Logic might have added, "What are we doing to each other?" but logic rarely applies at such highly charged moments. She heard the sound of the motor mower ebbing a flowing as Clay pushed the machine up and down the lawn. It might be expected that she would be pleased that her son was willing to share the work in the garden, but no, she grew angry. "How dare he work me up like this and then calmly mow the lawn?" Still lying on the bed she decided that since their talk over breakfast Clay had deliberately played on her emotions. He had raised the subjects of adultery and incest and had led her to believe he really did have a fancy for her. Of course she failed to acknowledge her part in that discussion, but that would be to admit that for a long time she had wanted Clay -- forgive my putting it so starkly -- wanted him to fuck her. Her lazy Sunday was in ruins. Her emotions were in turmoil and Clay was playing with her, laughing at her. She rose from the bed and for a second time that Sunday showered, partially to try remove any residual smell of her masturbating and partially to try and calm her self. Finished showering she made way back to the bedroom naked, carrying her t-shirt. She noticed that the sound of the mower had stopped, and she had got part way across the room in order to get herself another pair of shorts when she heard Clay's voice. "Mother." It was very soft but distinct. She stopped in the middle of the room and stood stock-still. She felt rather than heard him move up behind her and she made an attempt to cover her breasts with the t-shirt. Clay's arms were round her, his hands gently removing the T-shirt. She resisted momentarily and then yielded. His hands were on her breasts, pressing, his forefingers and thumbs gently squeezing her nipples. "You're so beautiful," he said, and she felt his lips touch her shoulder. Barely above a whisper Rae said, "Don't darling, please don't," but her voice carried no conviction. His chest was against her back and she could feel he had already removed his t-shirt. His flesh against her back, and his hands fondling her breasts sent quivers of hot desire coursing through her. She made one last attempt at resistance. "We can't darling...we can't," but again there was no conviction. She knew what was about to happen, knew it must happen, even that it should have happened long ago. Clay moved her to the bed and eased her down on to it. For a few moments he stood beside the bed gazing at her as he removed his jeans and underpants. She could see clearly his erect penis pointing upward, and she thought she could see it throbbing in time to his heartbeat, its head already shiny with precum. Wordlessly Clay lay beside her, his hands once more caressing her breasts, and then his lips were on hers and in a final act of surrender she opened her mouth to receive his tongue. As they exchanged saliva Rae knew there could be no turning back now. Perhaps the trail that had led to this moment had been laid down long ago and they had reached their destination. He had stopped kissing her and his lips now closed over one of her nipples. As he sucked and gently nibbled his hand began to stroke her body, gradually moving down towards genitals. A finger began to stoke along the cleft of her vulva until it slipped into her vagina and started to move in and out of her. "How gentle he is," she thought; his lovemaking was so unlike the rough treatment she had known with her husband. Clay's touch spoke not of raw lust, but love, and for a while Rae allowed herself to float in it as if in a pool of warm water, giving up her body to his caresses. He had stopped touching her and Rae feared that he had found something about her that repulsed him, but no; he was kneeling between her open thighs and raising her legs and placing them over his shoulders. He was looking at her genitals. Lazy Sunday She knew what Clay was about to do although neither of the men she had experienced sexually had ever done it to her, and she had been glad because she had always feared it. She feared it now; he would taste her, smell her and if he hated it, it would be unbearable for her. "No darling, don't do it, please don't do it," she pleaded, but she was too late. His tongue was probing along the engorged lips of her vulva, his fingers parted them and his tongue was in her vagina. There was no rejection and his tongue started to search the tender places of her womanhood. She began to relax and ran her fingers through his hair, but she was suddenly brought back to a state of tension as Clay lifted the little hood that covered her clitoris and began to suck and lick that sensitive nub. "No, no, don't make me, don't make me," she wailed, but at the same time clutched his head to her. It was coming; she could feel its relentless approach as Clay continued to stimulate her clitoris. It would be unbearable, she knew it would, but she was helpless to oppose it. She was at the mercy of Clay and the orgasm he was inspiring. Then it was upon her, shaking her, drawing cries of pain and pleasure from her. Nothing in her sexual experience had ever been so wonderful and agonising. Her fingers were now clutching at his hair, holding him close to her as she cried out, "Oh yes...yes...yes...don't stop...don't stop...oh Clay...don't...oh my God...mmmaaah..." Slowly as she came down from her climax the pain eased leaving only the pleasure as Clay continued to lick and suck her clitoris. "What have you done to me, what of you done?" she sobbed weakly, but Clay made no answer. He removed her legs from his shoulders and lay between her thighs. Slowly, very slowly, Clay penetrated her vagina with his penis. When his full length was in her he spoke; "I love you so much," and he started to draw back and then thrust into her again. At first Rae, weakened by her orgasm, had lain submissive under him, but as his thrusts became stronger and faster she came back to life. This was what she needed, what she would have begged him for had he failed to give it to her. Her legs wound round him, her arms about his neck, clutching him to her. Clay had one hand at the base of her neck and the other under her buttocks as he dragged her down onto him, struggling for ever deeper penetration. "Been so long...so long," Rae gasped, and she scarcely had time to wonder that she was about to have yet another orgasm because Clay's sperm was being driven into her. She wanted to scream but Clay's mouth was on hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in rhythm with ejections of his semen. Clay's ejaculating finished and Rae lay sobbing under him, still thrusting up against his slackening penis until she too relaxed. She was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling against Clay's chest. He withdrew his penis from her, gasping as its head passed over her pubic bone, its nerves still sensitive, and they lay side by side slowly recovering. Knowing the ways of some men Rae whispered, "Do you still love me Clay?" He turned his head and looked at her and her eyes met his. "Yes," he said, "always." Rae stirred and bent over him and began kissing her way down his body until she reached his flaccid penis sticky with their joint fluids. She took it in her hand and for a few moments looked at it, and then began stroking it and itt started to rise." "Oh mum...mum..." Clay groaned. Bending over his penis, and while still stroking it she took its head into her mouth and sucked, tasting her self as well as Clay. His penis grew harder and she took more and more into her mouth. Clay cried out, "I'm coming mum...I'm coming." Rae ignored his warning and sucked even harder, and then Clay was dragging her head down onto him as he pumped his cum into her mouth and she struggled to swallow his salty emissions. Clay's ejaculation over Rae rose from his penis and with sperm still hanging from her lips in sticky tendrils she kissed him on the lips, letting him taste and smell their mingled fluids. "You won't leave me, will you, not now?" She asked seductively. Clay did not point out that he'd had no intention of leaving her, at least in the short term, but to reassure he said, "No, I won't leave you." Rae sighed contentedly and said, "Darling, will you do me a favour?" "Anything for you," Clay said ardently. "Be a darling and go and swat that fly in the kitchen and then make me a cup of lemon tea." Clay departed on his mission. Rae lay back smiling, waiting to see what else the rest of her lazy Sunday would bring. Lazy Sunday To all my fans, first time listeners, and lovely ladies of Literotica! Back to fantasy recordings for me. I really am humbled by the amount of support and praise and feedback I have been getting over the last few weeks. All my stories are rated over 4.5 out of 5 and all but one has been listened to over 10000 times. I am humbled and so grateful for my fans, thank you all so much. I dedicate this recording to all those who gave me 5 stars since the beginning, this orgasm is for you! The Premise: After coming home late from work last night, finding you asleep, I crawl in bed next to you and rest. However, when the early morning comes, I cannot help but wake up wanting you.... As always keep sending me feedback and messages, and thank you to all I am correspondence with, some of this recording was inspired by you, you'll know what parts when you hear them :) Hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed recording it! * * * * * Click Here to listen. (37 min/mp3) * * * * * Lazy Sunday It's a beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon and we're cuddling on the couch. I'd just wanted to get some hugs and snuggles with maybe a few kisses and gentle strokes while watching our show on TV, but it wasn't to be. For one episode we laid intertwined and paying half attention to the show while we kissed and touched each other. Even though I'd lain down with the sincerest intentions of falling asleep and taking a nap in your arms, my hands strayed almost instantly. As I often do in those comfortable moments, my right hand went straight to my mound to gently cup and apply pressure in that way you find so stimulating and I find so relaxing. It's not a sexual touch in any way, merely a reflexive behavior of mine that I indulge in whenever I'm close to sleep or feeling very relaxed while I'm laying down, but you often respond subconsciously when you feel my hand migrate and come to rest. Of course, as I often do when relaxed and laying with you, I take my other hand and immediately find you and begin to gently knead and squeeze traveling between your shaft and your balls. It too, for me, is oddly comforting and at times it is for you as well, but it was apparent right from the start that comfort was the furthest thing from your mind in that moment. Still, I was able to hold you off for an entire episode, but when I went to start the next in the series you seemed a bit upset so I put down the remote and just snuggled into you. I was somewhat reluctant because I really did just want to get a good nap in before having to return to the urgency of the outside world and responsibility, but I also knew that you had a need that would have to be cared for in the small amount of time we had left together. I half assed played with you for a bit, not really feeling too into things, but then I shifted my weight on top of you and when saw the look on your face I felt a surge of desire and longing for something we rarely did. I shyly leaned into you and whispered softly "I'm going to take your ass today," then leaned upwards a bit to see your reaction. The anticipation was immediate and the shock instant. You know that I'm not overly fond of this sort of play most of the time, actually damn near all of the time, because of how our dynamic adjusts in ways that make me slightly uncomfortable. For us to engage in this activity I have to move out of a submissive role and momentarily take a somewhat dominant role; I have to switch. I despise flipping that inner switch in my mind because I'm so scared that one day I won't be able to turn it back off and go back into my submissive side. I already flirt dangerously in regards to my submission, but being such a dominant personality in my normal life almost makes my submission feel like a vacation from obligations and responsibilities that have been forced upon me. My submission is not only a gift I give to you, but in some ways it is also a gift to myself. I couldn't resist though, and when I felt that urge come upon me I knew what a treat it would be for you. To see your eyes light up like that made it worth all effort on my part and the alterations of my mindset it required didn't even register as a blip on my radar. I didn't just jump up and run straight for the toy drawers though, no, I straddled your body and slowly began to kiss and suck on your neck with very gentle nibbles, but quickly stopped nibbling. I was rapidly moving into a dominant mindset and when I feel dominant I bite, hard. You asked why I stopped nibbling, probably because you do enjoy it so, and I said "I'm just really trying to keep from going overboard and losing control on you. I feel VERY toppy right now and I don't want to hurt you." You just chuckled a bit as you pulled me against you tightly and said "bite, I'll let you know if it hurts," and so I did. I reveled in feeling my teeth sink into your flesh, the resistance that gives slowly and then suddenly. As I bit down I felt a surge in my body and my hands began to stroke you, grabbing hard and squeezing tightly. You responded instantly, arching against me and gasping as I slowly worked over your neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, and thighs with my tongue and mouth playing over you with gentle kisses and suction and well placed hard, deep bites that were slow and sustaining. I began to suck your cock that was almost pouring precum. I felt that deep inner thrill I always get when I see you so visibly aroused and softly let out an "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" as I tasted that tangy clear fluid. In that moment I flipped my switch back to submissive as I immersed myself into you and your cock. I leisurely sucked the head into my mouth and circled my tongue around, then ever so slowly moved my mouth downward until you hit the back of my throat. I gently pressed you a bit deeper to stretch me and then pulled upwards, just as slowly as I'd gone down while pressing the tip of my tongue upwards onto the underside of your shaft and circling slightly. Your sharp inhalation of pleasure made me want to hear it again so I redoubled my efforts in order to bring you even more. I sucked and licked and took you deeper and deeper into my throat until finally I could take your entire length into my mouth and throat. Once you were buried fully I began to rock my head slightly up and down, massaging the tip of your cock with the back of my throat, and you gasped while your hands tightened in my hair and frantically pulled me against you and yourself deeper into me. I couldn't hold it as long as I wanted, as always, and shortly after feeling the beginnings of my gag reflex refusing suppression I rapidly pulled you out of my mouth and then just as quickly sucked you back into my mouth and ran my tongue in a circle until you were too deep in my mouth to maneuver that way. Hearing your moans and feeling your responses made me realize that I was most certainly In The Mood so I moved up from your cock and ran a trail of light kisses up your body until I reached your lips with my own. As I gave you a deep kiss and transferred the taste of you I positioned myself over you and pressed you into me, welcoming you completely. You groaned into my mouth as I gasped into yours and then we began kissing until we could no longer maintain the focus necessary to keep our tongues and lips dancing. I felt that building sensation grow, buried my face into your shoulder, and bit you HARD and released the bite only to bite that same spot again and again, harder each time. You finally had to stop me and while I felt a moment of guilt, I rapidly shifted to a sitting position and rode you for a while, but the urge to bite never diminished. I arched my back sharply so I could maintain my position while still being able to bite you and sank my teeth into the flesh above your left nipple. As I felt a slight pop, I began to release the pressure as I slowed my thrusting and then quickly moved to above your right nipple and increased the pace of my thrusts as I once again took your flesh between my teeth and applied hard pressure. to be continued... Lazy Sunday Sleepy sunny Sunday. I am sitting on a fence. My dress is tight. A few cars passed by. I know drivers were picking between my legs hoping for exactly what wasn't there. Too hot for panties. Too hot for bra. Just my dress and I. Blue van pulled over. I moved slowly forward. We didn't talk. We didn't look at each other. We moved slowly forward. So hot. We stopped at the side hotel and without word moved forward to the room. He kissed me in the neck slowly and I noticed room number 506. We walked in and he kissed me deeply and hungrily. I was surprised with his change of energy. I need it. I love to be wanted. My dress just slipped so quickly and easily. He pushed me onto the bed, got on top of me and kissed me deeply some more. I was positively radiant. My skin just glowed. He kissed my breasts and teased my nipples gently nibbling on them. I started feeling light headed. I was so wet. He took my hand and ran it between my legs. He started to lick my wet fingers one by one, looking straight into my eyes and kissed me to share this sweet delicious taste of my arousal. He slid his hands under my legs, behind my knees, pushing my legs up. His lips and tongue were devouring my deep inside. He was swallowing it, gulping it like he couldn't get enough. It was driving me wild! He pushed my knees closer to the sheets to get access to my back. He bit my cheeks and then started licking me deep. I flinched a bit and said: "No, not there." But he was so turned on. I just heard: "No boundaries, not today". I reluctantly let him return, but soon I was really enjoying it. I started to relax, and open. His tongue was going further, deeper and deeper, and I was moaning louder and louder. I thought I was going to pass out, I was so aroused. He got up and propped a pillow under my head. Placed his rock hard cock into my lips. I opened my mouth slightly, teasing him, before allowing him to fully enter. His hands were up on the tall headboard of the bed and my lips and tongue were sliding up and down. He couldn't wait any longer and decided to penetrate me. He sensed in the warmth of my body the deepest love anyone can feel. He started moving slowly at first, exquisitely slowly. The intensity of feeling is almost painful. he grabbed my hair and pulled it back. As his control unravels he flipped me over on my knees, pulled my hips in the air, and got behind me. His knees were between my calves. He slid easily. He sensed in the warmth of my body the deepest love anyone can feel. I was wet more than ever. He started hard and vigorously. He licked his thumb slipped it into my back and I gasped, but not from discomfort, just from surprise. I really enjoyed it. He grabbed some lubricant, dropped a little on me and entered me from behind. I tensed and he pushed. My legs started to quiver. He noticed I was dripping my pleasure. I was losing control and the orgasm was building. Then, out of nowhere I screamed, grunted, my face fell to the sheets and my thighs were shaking uncontrollably. He stopped...for a moment and started to drink my cum. He slid underneath. My thighs were still shaking. He drank and gulped, kissed and licked. His face was blissful with lust. When he had tasted every last drop of mine he turned around, spooned me, and we cuddled for a bit. It was a great feeling. I started to relax. I had to pee. He followed me to the bathroom. He asked me to stand above him and straddling his face. I couldn't hold it anymore. I peed all over his face. He opened his mouth wide and let me fill it with urine. He looked like he had never tasted another woman that way. It was wild and it was hot! I started to taste him again up and down. I just started my excitement again when he released his cum. He dropped to his knees and kissed me deeply, tasting some of his own cum. I started to shiver. Our bodies were shimmering from wet, urine sweat and cum. We both collapsed on the floor. I felt his deep breath on my face . Finally our eyes met and with the finest soft voice he said: "Happy Anniversary Darling." Lazy Sunday Afternoon Susan was a young woman who enjoyed the finer things in life. Cordon Bleu food, designer clothes, cellared wines, as well as various forms of art. It was due to her interest in the arts that she had become involved as a volunteer at Hilton Galleries. Although her involvement was limited to leading a guided tour through the ‘touring arts’ gallery every few weeks, it suited her well, as her main employment was as a receptionist at a busy medical practice. At least at the gallery, she may meet ‘the man of her dreams’. John, her partner of 2 years, had debated that backpacking around the World was more important to him than settling down, so after much discussion, they had decided to go their separate ways, and see what the future had in store for each of them . Nearly 2pm, Susan thought, as she led the art appreciation group past the final print from “The Art that Hitler Hated” exhibition. “That concludes today’s tour. Thank you for your interest, Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope to see you here again soon. Enjoy the remainder of your afternoon.” The crowd dispersed, and Susan’s eyes met the gaze of a very familiar face. “Susan, you certainly did your research” the voice said, “I am a great admirer of German Expressionist Printmaking, and I am very impressed with your knowledge! ” “Ben?” Susan questioned. Susan had met Ben nearly a year ago. The doctors at the medical practice, in which she worked, had invited several medical professionals to a get together at a restaurant. Ben was second in charge of the cardiology dept at a large hospital. Obviously of Germanic descent, he had blond hair and blue eyes, and a build which was much more muscular than she had remembered. “How quickly you forgot me.” he commented, with a wry smile. Susan blushed, wondering how she had not noticed this link from her past in her tour group. “A large group today, you must have kept to the back,” she stammered. “How lovely to see you again. You look different somehow, have you been working out?” Ben laughed. “Forever the flirt, Susan, but yes, I have!” Susan cast her mind back to the night of the medico’s party. The conversation had flowed freely, as had the wine. Many of the older professionals had left early, but others had made a night of it, and had stayed to the wee small hours. When the restaurant had closed at 4am, the last few revelers, of which Ben and Susan were a part, hailed taxis, and made their way home. Susan, Ben and Kathy, another receptionist, all lived in the same direction, so they rode together. Kathy climbed in next to the driver, as her destination was closest. Susan and Ben sat in the back, and, maybe because of their state of intoxication, they had started to feel rather horny, and began fondling each other. The cab soon arrived at Kathy’s home, and she bid her farewells, and the driver continued on his way, to Susan’s house, which was several kilometers away in the outer suburbs. Ben and Susan continued the exploration of each other’s bodies, each becoming more and more lustful, clothes were being loosened, hands and mouths feeling and tasting bare skin, breathing labored, as the driver continued on his way. Finally, the taxi arrived at Susan’s address; the Greek-looking driver flashed a toothy smile in the rear vision mirror. “21 Lakes Ave, Ma’am” he announced. “Oh Ben, come inside for a while, have a nightcap,” Susan pleaded. “ I would love to, Susan,” came the reply, “but I have an early shift tomorrow, and I really do need to have my wits about me. Perhaps some other time?” Although a little tipsy, Susan was stunned at the obvious ‘Thanks but no thanks’, and alighted the cab, barely turning back to bid farewell as the cab drove away. Susan turned on the lights in the darkened house, and made her way to her bedroom, where she undressed, perusing herself in the full length mirror. His loss, she thought to herself, feeling a little disappointed at the unsuspected turn of events. She admired her petite frame. Almost boyish, but the soft curve of her hips, her pert breasts, and trimmed pubis stood testimony to her womanhood. She removed 3 clips from her hair, her long locks falling to envelop her body. She again admired her image, a true English rose. Such pale soft skin, her auburn hair like a cloak falling down around her arms until it caressed the fullness of her buttocks. Perhaps some other time, he had said. We’ll see, she thought to herself as she climbed naked between the cool sheets, and lost herself in a dream of what could have been. Her mind snapped back to the present, already scheming on how she may bed this elusive Teutonic God. “Well Ben,” Susan purred, “What brings you to the gallery this fine afternoon?” Ben was feeling a little uncomfortable, memories of that night coming flooding back, what a fool he had been. Maybe his love of fine art would give him a chance to take things further with the lovely Susan. “I don’t know if you really want to know, Susan,” he quipped, “it is all rather boring and mundane.” Susan flashed him a quick glance with her emerald green eyes. “ I don’t think you could tell me anything boring,” she flirted. Ben swallowed hard, sensing he was about to become the prey of this auburn haired lioness. “OK, Susan,” he confessed, “This is the truth. A few years ago, in my Grandmother’s will, I was left an etching. It was by an artist who I had never heard of, Wilhelm Wagner, was his name. Apparently, in 1920, he did a series of 20 nude etchings, only small drawings, but my Grandmother had posed for several of them. As payment, he gave her one of the drawings, the one titled ‘Frau bei der toilette’, roughly translated, ‘woman getting dressed.’ Ben watched Susan closely, noting a definite look of interest on her pretty face. I do not know all the details, but I suspect he may have been her lover. The print is not worth a fortune, but I see it as a part of history, and now it is mine. From this one etching, I have developed an interest in German Impressionism; that is why I am here today. I know the story may seem far-fetched, but if you would like to come to my home sometime, I would revel in the thrill of showing a very beautiful woman with an understanding of these things, a piece of art that could tell a thousand tales.” Susan stood in awe of what she had heard. “Why, Ben, are you inviting me to your home to see your etchings?” she giggled girlishly, feeling that her plan was falling into place. Ben laughed, “May seem like a pick up line, I suppose, but yes. Have you eaten lunch yet?’ “No, I haven’t,” came the response, “Are you going to shout me to a burger?” Hmm, “I think that I can do better than that,” Ben quipped, “ How about I fix you something hot, spicy and exotic?” Susan flashed Ben a smile, not wanting to appear too eager. “An offer too good to refuse, I have my car, I will follow you, OK?” Ben and Susan walked together to the car park. He slipped behind the wheel of the latest Mercedes Benz, Susan climbing into a sporty-looking 4WD. She followed closely behind, having no idea of where they were headed. They reached the outer suburbs, but the journey continued, on and on they went, onto the highway, until they reached a very up-market seaside town. Ben indicated left, Susan followed, parks and lakes on each side of the road, this was surely a slice of heaven. Tree lined streets, beautiful sprawling homes with sports cars and speedboats in each driveway. This was the life that Susan craved. Finally, Ben slowed, and turned into his driveway, Susan parked closely behind. Each stepped from their vehicle. The petite redhead smoothed her figure- hugging white skirt, adjusted her aqua blouse, and walked to the front of her car, where Ben was standing, offering a friendly hand, to lead her along the winding path to his mansion. “Welcome to my home,” Ben announced, with a sweeping bow. “Charmed, I’m sure,” came Susan’s reply, all very ‘Gone with the wind’, but effectual at the time. Ben offered his arm, and Susan quickly threaded her arm through it and allowed her self to be lead to the front door. “Where is your wife today, Ben?” Susan enquired. “Oh, she is out and about,” came his reply, “probably at one of her ladies golf things, she is getting so involved, that she barely has any time for me. I am starting to think that she stays with me for the prestige, and my money. It may not be proper to say, but we haven’t been intimate in 6 months. Not through lack of trying on my part, she just seems disinterested.” The couple reached the steps leading to the ornate front door. Ben pressed a series of buttons on the keypad beside the portal, and seconds later, the huge double doors swung open, displaying the opulent marble floored entrance, and the spiral staircase beyond. “We have all afternoon,” Ben smiled, “let me get that sizzle plate going, and we will eat first; would you like some iced tea?” Ben reached inside the huge stainless steel refrigerator, grabbed a prepared jug of iced tea, and poured two glasses of the icy liquid. Handing the tall glass to Susan, he turned on the CD player, and the seductive voice of KD Lang filled the air. “Make your self at home while I rustle up one of my gourmet delights,” he laughed. “I hope you like this music,” he enquired. “Britt is really into this at the moment, and seems to have hidden everything else!” “Hmm,” Susan replied, “KD has a wonderful voice. Does it worry you that Britt likes her?” “I agree that KD is a great singer, but the fact that she is a lesbian, and that Britt is so distant to me lately, and spends so much time with the golf club women, really has me wondering. I recently found a girlie magazine in our bedroom, and it certainly wasn’t mine! ” Ben confided. Susan suspected that she knew the answer, which appeared so obvious, but seemed to elude Ben. She thought it inappropriate to comment though, as the enigmatic woman was a complete stranger to her. Ben and Susan supped on the delicious lunch, and adjourned outside to sit on the recliner beds alongside the tropical swimming pool. Susan made small talk, commenting on how much she had enjoyed the lunch, and sipping her second glass of iced tea. The blonde Adonis started his move, shifting his muscular frame to the end of her couch. “Susan, I was such a fool,” he confessed, as he leant forward to kiss her lips, “I wanted you, maybe I thought you were beyond my reach, but I rue the day that I let you go into your house alone. Let me make up for that indiscretion, here and now, I want you so badly.” Their lips met, deep, wet, passionate kisses, arms wrapped around each other, he fumbled under her blouse, trying to unclip her bra, the other hand pushing up her tight skirt. She reciprocated by unbuckling his belt and reaching inside for his penis, which yearned to escape. Feeling the urgency of his throbbing manhood against the material of his trousers, she was aware of her own sex moistening her panties. TOOT, TOOT, TOOT!!!!! The would-be lovers sat up in shock! Britt was home!! They speedily composed themselves, straightening clothes. Ben moved back to the other recliner bed. Each picked up the remainder of their iced tea, and started sipping the cool liquid through straws, both attempting to feign innocence, belying the fact of what had nearly happened. “I’m home!” Britt announced, as she entered the garden through the side gate from the driveway. Susan eyed the woman who had stopped her from fulfilling her dream of having illicit pleasures with this still elusive man. Britt was a beautiful woman. Tall, athletic, very tanned, shoulder length blonde hair, and dressed in white shorts and a red halter neck top, which revealed her full breasts and erect nipples. Her tight shorts showed the outline of her G-string panties, also her well- toned ass. Susan thought. If I were that way inclined, I think this woman would be my idea of perfection! Then blushed, embarrassed by even thinking such a thought, after all, she was a man’s woman, through and through! Ben stood up, “Hello Sweetheart,” he cooed, “You are home early!” Susan couldn’t quite pick Britt’s accent, maybe Swedish or Norwegian, but it was a strong, sexy accent, which excited her. She flashed him a broad smile. “Those golf club bitches didn’t want to play with me, so I came home. Oh, who is your friend?” “Sorry, Honey!” Ben ushered Britt into his empty seat, “ This is Susan, an old friend, we were having lunch, there is plenty more, may I get you some?” “ No, no, Ben, stop fussing, pull up a chair, I want to know all about your friend” Susan was very aware of Britt’s gaze. She was drawn to those beautiful eyes, big, navy blue eyes, that reflected the sensual being that lay within. Never before had a woman looked at her in that way, studying her from head to toe, and back again, almost undressing her with those fabulous eyes. . Susan returned the gaze, wondering if her earlier suspicions about Britt’s sexuality could be true. Her thoughts excited her in a curious, unfamiliar way, and again she felt the deep yearning of a woman who craved fulfillment. Ben carried a chair from the patio, to sit beside the women. As he positioned it, facing the pool, his pager beeped, he looked at the digital display. It showed a code ‘A’ emergency at the hospital, he had to attend, no questions asked. Ben raced to the side gate, and into the driveway, barely saying goodbye. This call could be a matter of life and death for some poor soul. He revved the engine of his Mercedes, and within seconds was gone. The two women relaxed on the soft couches, Susan sipping her iced tea, while Britt supped what remained of Ben’s drink. As if a new chapter was beginning in the lives of these two women, the overcast sky began to clear, and the clouds parted like the legs of a willing lover. Britt reached into the small locker beneath her recliner, and took out a bottle of sun tan oil. She poured a little into her palm, and rubbed the coconut scented liquid into the skin of her lower legs and feet. She continued the application of the oil, rubbing in small circular motions over her knees, and muscular thighs. Lying back, she applied the fluid to her bare midriff. Britt sat up abruptly, “Darling,” she purred, “ I hope you won’t be shocked if I remove my clothing, but this oil stains so badly, and besides, I hate a patchy tan.” With that, she untied the halter of her red top, and threw her cotton restraint to the ground, her white shorts and tiny G-string followed. Susan gasped at the perfection of this beautiful woman. Britt’s all-over tan, testimony of the hours she must have spent nude sunbathing. Britt flashed Susan a salacious grin, and continued working the coconut oil into her taut torso and perfectly rounded breasts upon which sat tanned puffy nipples. She rubbed the liquid onto her hairless pubic region, exposing what was obviously a full Brazilian wax. “Ahhh, that is so much better.” She stated in her heavy accent. “Will you please apply some lotion to my back, I do like to turn every few minutes, and I would hate to have a red derriere!” Britt handed the oil to Susan, who felt slightly uneasy at the prospect of intimately touching a woman she barely knew. If this were a man, she would be in her element, but somehow, a woman seemed a little out of bounds. Susan poured a little of the runny liquid into her cupped hand, and quickly rubbed her palms together before the warm oil escaped between her fingers. Sitting on the side of Britt’s sun lounge, she reached across and applied a little of the oil to the beautiful tanned shoulders. She heard a small gasp escape from Britt’s lips, as her soft hands touched the skin of this sensual being for the first time. Wow, she thought. That was not so bad, her skin is so soft. It is very similar to touching myself, really. Susan continued, working the oil into Brit’s muscular shoulders and arms, down her torso to her slim waist, over the curve of her hips, to her buttocks, thighs, calves and feet. “Hey!” Brit complained, “What about the crack of my ass, that burns too! Don’t be shy!” She spread her legs a little, wriggling her hips to get the right position, “Here, Darling, make sure you get every inch of me!” Susan applied more oil to her palm, closed her eyes, and started to work her way down that fabulous valley of pleasure. Britt was moaning softly, as Susan’s hands worked a magical spell over her body. The tanned woman raised her hips, as Susan’s hands continued the fondling of her most intimate parts. “Keep going, Darling,” Britt cooed as the English rose worked the warm oil into her inner thighs, brushing the soft hairless outer lips of her wet pussy. Susan drew back. She was shocked that she could be feeling such arousal from touching another woman in an intimate way; but she knew that familiar feeling, as lubricious juices welled within her, and she smelled the wonderful musky scent of her own sex. “Sweetie, you have stopped, is something wrong?” the blonde beauty enquired. “Um, no everything is ok,” was the immediate reply. “I am just feeling a bit warm, the sun is becoming rather intense.” Britt smiled seductively in Susan’s direction, “Silly me, how remiss, please feel free to use the pool. The boundary-fences are high enough to afford total privacy, take off your cute little outfit, and cool off in the wonderfully icy water.” Susan had a sense that she had worked herself into a corner, how could she possibly refuse the invitation, without looking like a total prude? There is only one thing to do; she thought to herself, I will have to go along with her suggestion. Susan turned her back to Britt, who was looking intently at her, and slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground and then folding it, placing the garment on the back of the sun lounge. She glanced back at Britt, who was watching her every move. Susan’s blouse had several buttons, which proved to be difficult to undo, as her hands shook with nervous apprehension. Finally, the blouse was removed, folded, and placed with the skirt. Susan stood in a matching set of pale blue lacey underwear, feeling very vulnerable with her near nakedness. “Keep going, Darling,” Britt cooed, “I am enjoying the scenery.” Susan quickly unhooked her tiny bra, and wriggled out of the panties that covered her most private parts. She looked back at Britt, and smiled, before sprinting to the edge of the pool, where she dived into the cool water. She swam slow, lazy laps, glad of the time to regain her composure. The sun was searing, and the blue water looked very inviting to Britt, who stood, and walked to the poolside. She sat at the pool’s edge and then slowly lowered herself into the icy depths. Susan was still swimming slow laps, but Britt raced across the pool to the small spa, which was fed by a mini waterfall. The palms and other greenery cast shadows over that part of the garden, and Britt called Susan to join her, lest her fair skin burn by the blazing Australian sun. The auburn haired woman knew that would certainly be the case, and swam over to the spa, where she sat alongside the tanned beauty. “That was so refreshing,” Susan commented, trying to mask her nudity, with idle chatter. “You have a beautiful home. So how long have you and Ben been married? I love your garden.” “Sweetheart, don’t be nervous, just relax, I don’t bite.” Britt slid her arm around the younger woman’s shoulder, pulling her close. Susan could feel the woman’s warm breath on her neck, and then the moist lips on her cheek, a long, lingering kiss. Heart pounding, Susan turned to Britt, their lips met, softly to begin, then harder and more passionately, as the urgency of their lust overpowered each of them. Britt’s tongue explored the hungry mouth of her new conquest, and Susan, closing her eyes, willingly accepted the earnest advances. Time appeared to stand still, as the two women petted heavily, their hands constantly moving over each other’s bodies. Britt was a woman with definite needs, and she knew how to captivate a naïve woman with her spell. She squeezed the erect nipples of her willing lover, and slowly brushed over the soft, pale abdomen, her fingers reaching lower, through the small thicket of pubic hair, to the love nest which lay beneath. Lazy Sunday Afternoon Susan gasped, “ Oh Britt, I want this so much, but I would prefer somewhere more comfortable.” “No problem, my Darling, come with me into the house, we can get more comfortable there.” Britt sympathized. The two women walked into the house, hand in hand. They climbed the spiral staircase, and entered a large room, which resembled a Turkish Harem. There was a huge bed in the centre, with brightly coloured silk swatches draped from the ceiling to the elaborate bedstead, and huge pillows scattered on the floor. Never before had Susan seen more sexually appealing and stimulating décor. The women stood beside the bed, and kissed tenderly, before climbing up onto the soft, inviting mattress, which caressed them. Susan felt awkward, unsure of what was expected of her, but her doubts were unfounded, as Britt took complete control. “Lay back, my darling, enjoy the pleasure which your body can provide for you.” With that, the woman began licking the nipples of her willing subject. Her tongue was wet and warm, as it worked it’s charms, round and around each nipple, only ceasing when the soft nibbling took control. Britt moved from the side of Susan, and repositioned herself near the foot of the bed, affording her easy access to the glistening rose, which lie between the young woman’s thighs. Again, Britt’s tongue began its serpentine actions, slowly and sensuously slithering it’s way along the inner thighs, and finally arriving at its destination, below the auburn V shaped thatch. Her gentle hands parted the outer petals of the flower, showing the small pink folds that lie within, the hard button which was the clitoris, stood to attention, in anticipation of the pleasures it was about to receive. The blonde she-cat looked into the green eyes of the woman who was to become her prey, then lowered her head, lapping between the folds, sucking and nibbling upon them, before taking the pulsating clit between her teeth and biting gently. While Britt’s tongue, teeth and lips worked their charms, her fingers also found their playground. Three fingers found their way into the hot wet vagina, which pulsated convulsively, pumping juices along the channel to the tight rosebud below. The digits continued their journey, through the wetness, until they pushed against the tight ring, which lie beneath them. A little more pressure, and the bud began to open, allowing one probing finger to enter the inner sanctuary. The lone digit withdrew, and another joined it, both delighting in the velvety depths of this secret place. While the fingers twisted, and pumped within their warm depths, Britt’s other hand began its quest to give pleasure. Two fingers curled their way inside Susan’s wet pussy, seeking her elusive G spot, and stroking gently. As they found their mark, Susan writhed in unparalleled pleasure, her face contorting, as wave upon wave of released energy and lust exploded from her body, and spurts of her passion erupted into the eager mouth of the woman who had released it. Britt removed her fingers from the still convulsing love holes, and wiped the juices from her mouth, crawling back up the bed to once again kiss Susan. “Oh Britt!” Susan exclaimed, “Never, ever has a man brought me to such a mind blowing orgasm, you are marvelous!” Britt laughed, I enjoyed it as much as you did, Darling, but I also need to be fulfilled. Will you do something for me?” Unsure of her ability to match Britt’s lovemaking talents, Susan agreed. Britt removed the top from a deep wicker basket, which stood in the corner of the room. From it she produced a large black dong, which had a harness attached. “Here,” she announced, as she handed the sex toy to her new lover. “Strap this onto your self, you will see that it has a large base, which I am sure you will enjoy.” Susan obeyed. Eyeing herself in a nearby mirror, she was in awe of the impressive sight of herself sporting a 10-inch erection! As she walked across the room, the huge phallus bobbed eagerly, and she wondered if guys felt the same pride in their manhood. Britt was waiting near the bed, in her hand was a large tube of water-based lubricant, which she opened, and smeared liberally over the latex pleasure giver. “I like to be fucked, and fucked hard,” the now very turned-on Britt announced, as she leaned from her waist onto the high bed. She parted her legs. “Get behind me Sweetheart. Doggy-style is my favourite position. Push your cock in slowly, my Honey. Hold my hips, and push till you feel the cock hit my cervix, then push a little more. I like to be completely filled.” Susan complied with the instructions, getting incredibly turned on as she watched the huge black phallus disappear between the pink folds of the ‘teacher’s’ pussy. Slowly she pushed, seeing inch after inch of simulated cock entering the snatch of this incredible woman. She gripped the woman’s hips, and pushed until she felt the end of the love tunnel. As asked, she pushed a little more, feeling the large hard base of the dildo against her already swollen clit. Britt purred below her, as her own juices again began to flow. “Yes, my Darling, you are pleasing me very much, now I want you to fuck me harder, and faster!” Susan again obliged, holding the slim hips for leverage, and pumping furiously, in and out, with each deep thrust, feeling the dildo against her own sex. Her legs were weakening, and she slumped forward, holding the firm breasts and pinching the large nipples of the woman who she was riding. She was ready to explode again, but she wanted to allow her partner to orgasm first. Britt had already given her the most electrifying orgasm of her life, and now she wanted to return the pleasure. “Harder! Harder! More! More!” Britt screamed. Finally, Susan felt the woman’s cunt contract, the dildo feeling the vice-like grip of an orgasmic woman. “ “Aggggghhhhhhhhhhhh” Britt released her pent-up energy, as her thin white juices splattered over the still pounding cock. In perfect synchronization, Susan also let go, and her own juices ran down her inner thighs and trembling knees. Both women fell onto the bed, trembling with pure sexual bliss. They dozed for a couple of hours, totally exhausted mentally and physically after their love making session. “It is getting dark,” commented Susan, “ I should go home; it is a long drive, and besides my cat will be getting hungry.” Britt giggled,” You may have a hungry cat at home, but there are two very satisfied pussies here, wouldn’t you agree?” While Susan had a quick shower, Britt retrieved their clothes from the garden. After dressing, the women said a fond farewell, and Susan climbed into her car for the long journey home. The events of the day flowed through her mind. What an adventure, she smirked to herself. As she left the leafy streets of the small town, and headed back into the open spaces of the highway, yet another thought crossed her mind. She went to the house to see an etching, Oh, my God,” she thought to herself, I never did get to see the etching, with which Ben lured me to his home. What was the title? Frau bei der toilette. Again a broad smile came to her lips. She had certainly seen more that a naked woman dressing! The End Wicked Wanda Dec 31 2003. Lazy Sunday Afternoon I was inside her, I couldn't have gotten any further inside her without stuffing my balls in as well. Her clit was jammed between our pelvic bones and my balls were resting against the puckered lips of her ass. I could feel her down the full length of my shaft and it felt so good that I was having to think about my ex to stop myself from cumming. "Oh my God, not again! No, no, no! Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her body shuddered its way through a series of intense spasms as she came again and again. "Will you hurry up and cum in me so we can get some sleep." This was one hell of a way to spend a Sunday afternoon and I had every intention of prolonging the treatment for a lot longer but decided that it was time to put her out of her misery. I pulled out so that just the head was still inside her and then rammed it back in as hard as I could, "Oh yes, yes, do that to me, more, more." So I did several more times until I felt my sperm assembling at the base of my cock for its final charge down the shaft. Lunging into her for the last time I unloaded it deep inside her. "Oh my God! Here I go again!" I felt her gush, her juices drowning my balls and running between her legs onto the bed. She lay beneath me panting as if she had just run a marathon, her face flushed and small tremors still coursing through her beautiful body. I moved my hips back and he slipped limply from her pussy followed by more juices, oozing from between her swollen pussy lips. I lay on my side beside her, my fingers caressing her pussy and clit. "Will you stop that! I've had enough of you for one day." "That's nice that is, here I am giving you the benefit of thirty million years of practice and self denial and you want to chuck in the towel, where's your famous stamina?" We had been at it since nine this morning and it was now three in the afternoon. I didn't want to admit it to her but I was feeling just a little weary myself and was looking forward to some respite from our carnal endeavours. I had rolled onto my back and she rolled towards me and draped a leg over my thigh, I could feel our juices still oozing from her, now over me, her head resting on my shoulder, and almost straight away she was asleep, her breathing had slowed now and was a gentle sigh. Oh well nothing to do but to join her. I closed my eyes in an attempt to get to sleep, but the sleep that I desperately needed evaded me. My mind kept wandering to the start of this... Thursday: I had seen her across the room at the management conference that I had been obliged to attend but my father, who also happened to be my boss insisted on it, I think it was to give me a break from my relentless schedule, one that I had undertaken following my divorce, to keep my mind from dragging me down. I hadn't wanted to go as I thought these affairs were largely a waste of time, a time that could be better spent ensuring that my production targets were being met and that my staff were working as a close knit team, something that I had taken great pride in. The whole work environment had changed over the last few years as the bottom line and not reciprocal loyalty became the driving force behind corporate existence. Mine was a family company in more than one sense, it was established by my grandfather who had the original bright idea that he turned into a success. My father continued that success with a stream of new products that seemed to anticipate market changes. My input into the company had been to continue product development while at the same time improving production methods without losing the family ethos. It seemed to work for us. I found myself seated next to her at lunch and we began talking. Introductions were not necessary because I could see from her name tag that she was Suzanne Morgan from Morgan & Co and she was aware that my name was Steve Jenkins of Jenkins & Sons. That she knew of our company and its methods, was flattering, that she supported them flattered me even further as well as intriguing me. Before lunch was finished I arranged to have dinner with her away from other delegates. I was waiting in the foyer for her, having refused several invitations from other delegates, when she walked from the elevator. She had a simple black dress and would have attracted attention with just that, but her accessories took my breath away. I kissed her platonically and we left under the jealous stares of the other male delegates. I chose a restaurant that was well away from the conference venue and one that would be least likely to attract other delegates. We sat at a table for two at the rear of the restaurant, out of the gaze of the other diners. "Would you like a drink before we order?" I asked. "Could I have a glass of the house Riesling?" I signalled the waiter and ordered two glasses of wine. The waiter brought the wine and left menus for us. Suzanne chose half a dozen oysters, natural, followed by an entrée sized calamari with salad and fresh strawberries and cream for dessert. I settled for the oysters, also natural, steamed fish with salad and a lime sorbet for dessert. "Tell me about Morgan & Co? I know that you are in a similar business to ours. How is the business doing?" "We're doing fine at the moment but it is getting more difficult competing against imports and companies such as yours for market share. We are going to have to make a decision soon as to whether we stay in business or sell up to one of our competitors." "We are facing a similar dilemma although the threat, as we see it, is from a hostile takeover by a private equity consortium. I'd hate to see us fall prey to that, especially not at this time." "Why not now?" "We have a new product under development and we need a little breathing space before it is fully developed and ready for production, a takeover would see the end of that." "Maybe we could be of assistance." "What do you have in mind?" "What I'm about to suggest is a merger of our two companies, one that will serve two purposes and they are; we can give you some breathing space for your development and maybe help with that, and a merger will make the combined company less attractive to a hostile takeover. A takeover is attractive when a smaller company that can force competitors out of the market can be acquired at an attractive price, thus cornering the market at a fraction of the cost of the combined company." "Sounds good to me. Enough about business, we are here to enjoy our meal not get business related ulcers." We enjoyed our meal and did discuss business for some time afterwards before going to our individual, and in my case, lonely bed so as to be rested for the last day of the conference. As I walked into the conference venue my cell phone rang. "Yes Roger?" "Steve, I'm sorry to disturb you but it is important. Your father is on his way in to study the proposal and he wants you to contact him later after he's had a chance to look at. He asked me for your initial reactions to it." "To what? If it's so important I should come back to work." "We have received an offer for the company from International Fund Management who are interested in buying us out. What should I tell them?" "Do they want an immediate answer?" "They are pushing for one." "Can you stall them until late next week?" "I think so. What do you have in mind?" "I'm working on something at the moment that will affect this offer, I just need a little time to get my head around the implications of all of this. In the mean time, could you talk to them and see if they will tell us what their plans are for the future, I want to protect our workers rights and entitlements." I wasn't paying all that much attention to what was happening in the conference that day, I had more important things to think about, I even contemplated leaving at lunch time but wanted the opportunity to talk to Suzanne. "Where were you this morning?" She paused mid chew. "I've been here all along." "Your body has been here but your mind has been elsewhere. Where was it?" "You'll never believe this but our company has been approached by a company wanting to take us over." "What are you going to do?" "Think about it for starters. I have to discuss this with my father and we have to work out our options before making a decision. I have asked for more time and for details about their plans for the company into the future as well as what protection the workers have." "So where does that leave the suggestion of a merger between our companies?" "Very much in the mix. Do you think we can get together to discuss our options over the weekend before I have to face up to making a decision?" The conference ended on Friday afternoon and Suzanne and I went our separate ways, but not for long. We arranged to meet on Saturday morning to go over the details of the prospective merger before presenting our proposals to our respective parents on Monday. Saturday was spent in going over how a merger between our two companies would benefit both of us. We looked at details of our combined market share, our product lines, our product development and how combining could benefit that aspect of our positions. My dining room table was covered in pages of figures, production schedules, financial projections, you know, the usual guff that goes with this type of negotiation. We worked hard, the coffee machine worked hard, we sent our for pizza, a mistake as it turned out, one look and our appetite disappeared so it sat there, soggy and uninviting in its box. At around 2.00 in the morning we came to the decision that the merger was the best course of action. A celebratory bottle of champagne was attacked with a vengeance, it was as if we both knew what was about to happen. "I hate to sound cautious, but it's better to be sure than sorry, so here goes. " Suzanne was structuring her words almost like a business proposal. "I know that it's too late for me to go home and I'm only going to be here first thing in the morning, so my suggestion is that I stay here." "Agreed." "I know what I want to happen but I'm wary of the consequences of want I want.." "If what you want is what I want very much right now, I'm clean. When I discovered my ex was having an affair I got checked out just to be sure that there were no unexpected or unwanted consequences to having made love to her. That's not a problem. Now what about you, are you on any birth control?" "Yes, but, you know, even if I wasn't right now I would say 'fuck it, let's do it'." At around 2.30 another merger was being enacted, although neither of us had our minds totally on it. That would come later, after both of us had recovered from a very long day of negotiations, too much coffee, not enough food and too many celebratory drinks. We breakfasted at 8.00 on Sunday morning, that is if Berocca and coffee could constitute breakfast. By 9.00 we had showered and freshened up. I walked from the bathroom clean shaven and with my pits smelling like a pine forest. Suzanne was seated, naked, at the dressing table brushing her long dark hair. She looked up as I walked in and stood behind her, from where she sat she couldn't see my cock standing up but she soon felt it as I reached around her and cupped her breasts, it was sticking in her back. "My, aren't you the upstanding man this morning." "You'd better believe it." My fingers were massaging her hard nipples. "No fair! I can't get at you from here." I stood back and she came out of the chair, turned and rushed into my arms in one fluid, feline movement. Her lips found mine, her tongue found mine and we found each other. I don't know whether it was the merging of our companies, the discovery that we had so much in common or just plain animal lust that drove us but we hit the bed running. There was virtually no foreplay, I was inside her in the one movement, my cock driving powerfully in and out of her hungry pussy, our first orgasm a moment of mutual madness, my pumping her full of sperm coincided with her shuddering, thrashing, wet climax. "My God did we just do that?" We were both puffing and blowing like some out of condition marathon runner, lying in a puddle of the product of our lovemaking, damp, sticky, feral, sexual smelling juices soaking into the bedding, and that was just the beginning. We kissed, we played tonsil hockey, we swapped spit, we did all of that, we stroked each other, exploring the nooks and crannies of each other's body, fingers entering whatever orifice presented itself, caressing the valleys, plains and peaks of each other, before giving in to our carnal desires. My cock found new ways of pleasuring her, her pussy found new ways of pleasuring me, I took great joy in licking her clit until she had another screaming, shuddering orgasm, her juices flooding out of her in a torrent of lust. Her mouth enclosed my cock in a sensuous display of cock sucking that left me exhausted and her with a mouthful of sperm which she shared with me in a passionate kiss. We tasted each other often, we fucked continuously and came often, we gave in to our lust so much that after six hours we had fucked each other to a standstill. Everything fitted, my cock was a perfect fit for her pussy, she enclosed me, she caressed me as I moved inside her and I touched her in all the important places, her cunt lips were swollen from her passion, her clit poked its head out of its hood and enjoyed the attention it got from my pubic bone. More importantly we fitted, we were a perfect match in all ways. At around 7.30 we surfaced. "Do you think we should get something to eat to restore our stamina?" I was willing to get back in the saddle if that was what she wanted. "What do you have on hand?" We walked out into the kitchen and I took a selection of food from the refrigerator and pantry. I handed her a bottle of wine and a corkscrew "Could you do the honours?" She opened the wine and poured us a glass each while I started on the meal. It was nothing fancy, just a pasta dish to go with the red wine and coffee and cheese to finish. We tidied up and were back in bed by 9.00. I kissed her and caressed her body, she tried to remain still but she flinched as I touched a sensitive spot on her body. My hands wandered down her legs and returned to her pussy, teasing her cunt lips and just brushing her clit without entering her. Her hips responded by jerking forward every time I brushed her pussy, but I kept away from her. She grabbed my cock in a vice like grip. "If you don't shove this thing inside me right now I'm getting out of this bed and going home." I shoved. I shoved hard, I shoved often, I shoved softly, it lingered on the in and out stroke, it rammed in and out, she came, I came, we both arrived at our climaxes together, individually and separately in a display of unbridled lust, of passion but most of all love. No two people complimented each other the way Suzanne and I did, we had no need for direction or instruction, we instinctively knew what we should do to please each other. Monday morning Suzanne and I walked into my office. The staff were intrigued by this turn of events for they had seen me go through a variety of expressions and moods following the breakdown of my marriage, but they had never seen me with another woman, yet here I was bringing one to the office. The one thing that they had noticed was that Suzanne wasn't just some bit of fluff that I picked up, she was here for a reason and that reason affected them all. "Okay Roger, tell me more about this takeover." "It is an equity buy out, they are not really interested in the long term survival of this company, they just want our assets and business contacts to enhance their portfolio." "Would they be interested in us if we were to merge with another company?" "Probably not. What do you have in mind?" "If there are no guarantees about the long term viability of this company as a stand alone entity then I'm not interested in selling." "They have approached other shareholders and are buying up stock as fast as they can get their hands on it." "But the family still have a controlling interest, and I for one am not interested in selling. Conference time, is dad in?" "Yes, he was here when I got here." I knocked on my father's door and entered. My father greeted me with a concerned look on his face, this changed to one of curiosity when he saw Suzanne. "Dad, this is Suzanne Morgan from Morgan and Company, we met at that conference you forced me to attend, and for that I thank you, but what has come out of that is that we have a proposal that may help us defeat this take-over." I outlined our weekend discussions. "What does your father think of this?" He asked Suzanne. "In principle he's all for it. I've shown him the figures that we worked up and he agrees that it will place both our companies in a better position to fight this and any future take-over, but he's asked to meet with you guys before a final decision is made." Dad picked up the phone and asked his secretary to get David Morgan on the line. "David, George Jenkins, yeah I've just heard all about it, there's more? I'll ask them. Now about this merger proposal, I've had a look at their projections and there is some merit in our further investigations. Lunch, fine, I'll see you there." The company merger wasn't the only bit of news to be shared around the office. I announced as a part of the merger arrangements, if they went ahead, Suzanne would be joining us as a director of marketing, and that on Friday afternoon we would shut up early so that we could all celebrate the change of direction that the company was taking. My staff welcomed Suzanne enthusiastically and she soon became friends with them all. At various times during the morning all of my office staff commented on how great she was and how happy I looked. I couldn't be any happier if I tried. Lunch out of the way, our fathers sipping on a sizable scotch and Suzanne and I each sipping a red wine, it was time for the pitch. Suzanne's father listened while we explained the benefits to be gained by the merger proposal and how the long term survival of both companies would be much stronger. We had facts and figures to support our proposal and felt that he would be in favour. I noticed that Suzanne's father was watching me with interest. "You don't feel that you are rushing in to this do you?" He asked her. "No Father, it is a matter of survival for both of us." "I wasn't talking about the company merger, you two have another merger in mind don't you?" "It's that obvious is it?" I said. "You might just as well take out a full page ad. in the paper." "Do you mind?" "As long as you know what you are doing, I don't want either of you to get hurt. As for the company merger, I say let's do it!" Back at the office is was time to counter punch, I called Roger in, "What I want you to do is to prepare a press release to the effect that Jenkins & Sons has agreed to a merger between this company and Morgan & Co with the view of combining our assets and gaining a greater market share. This merger will be facilitated without job losses and the consolidation of our product lines and development will stand us in good stead to enable us to maintain our market edge. Let's see if they like that!" I met Suzanne after work and we had dinner at her favourite restaurant. The food was all that she said it would be. Over coffee at the end of the meal I took Suzanne's hand in mine and looked her in the eyes. "Darling, I've been thinking, I might be jumping the gun here but I think that you should move in with me." "You do, do you?" She left it at that, what was I to think? I paid the bill and we left. It was as we were standing next to her car in the car park that I noticed the overnight bag on her back seat. She saw me looking at it. "Does that answer you?" Lazy Sunday Afternoon I took her in my arms. "Does that answer you?" We walked through the front door to be met by the smell of our personal merger wafting from the bedroom. A decision was made to delay changing the bed linen until after we had made love, a wise move as it turned out because, by the time we had finished the sheets were soaked through with my sperm and her cum. The next day's business pages reported the merger proposal and it wasn't long before my phone rang. "Steve, I have Roderick Brand from International Fund Management on the line." "Put him through." "Listen Jenkins, just what do you think you're playing at?" "I could ask you the same question, what do you mean going behind our back offering to buy up shares from the other shareholders in this company, you must have realised that my family hold a controlling interest and that we're not interested in your takeover. If you look at the time line in this you will see that merger negotiations were taking place before you made your offer to the company, and you must have realised that we would talk to the other shareholders and advise them of our position on this." "So you want a fight, let's see how you feel after I've finished with you." He slammed the phone down. My first thought was Suzanne and Morgans. "I think that you'd better speak to your father and prepare him for a fight, better still, why don't we go and see him now." The afternoon was spent at Morgan & Co going over the finer points of the merger proposal. International Fund Management had already asked for talks between themselves and Morgans with a view to blocking the merger and putting forward an offer to take over Morgans. A combined meeting of Morgan and Jenkins shareholders was called for Friday afternoon at which the takeover offer from International Fund Management would be put to a vote. They, of course, having bought up shares in both companies, would be there and would put their case forward. My Father outlined the joint position from both Jenkins and Sons and Morgan and Company along with the projection figures that showed a modest growth forecast for the future. Brand's proposal was for a more immediate gain for shareholders. It consisted of a share offer that would see shareholders receiving one IFM share for each Morgan or Jenkins share and at the current valuation that would result in the shareholder making a forty-five percent profit. One of the shareholders stood up. "I have listened to all that has been said here today, I have looked at the projections put forward by both Morgans and Jenkins, I have looked at their current trading positions and weighed that up against the return for my investment that I would get if I voted for the IFM take-over. Now I have supported Jenkins for several years, ever since my father died and left me with the shares that he got from the company when he retired, and I have watched the company and how it has performed through the good times and the bad. The one thing that has become apparent to me is the way that the company has stood by its employees during the bad times, not once, when it would have been easy for it to do so, has it retrenched employees during those times. As for this other mob, and this is all on public record, it has a history of taking over companies and stripping them of their assets before liquidating them. They are predators whose only interest is in the bottom line. Now I don't know about the rest of you but my position is this; I want to be able to hold my head high with my family and friends and tell them that I am proud to be a shareholder of a company that has the best interests of its employees and shareholders at heart. I support the proposed merger between Jenkins and Morgans!" The shareholders, except for Brand, rose to their feets and spontaneously applauded this decision. Brand rose from his chair and stormed, defeated, from the meeting My father called the meeting to order. "My friends, thank you for your support. I know that I speak for David Morgan when I say that we will not let you down. We haven't rushed into this merger, it wasn't something that we felt that we had to do, it was something that we felt that we wanted to do, not just for us as the controlling families, but for all of you. We are united in this merger and I have to thank my son Steve and Suzanne Morgan for the efforts that they put into this merger." "I have one other announcement to make. It is of another merger, a merger of a more personal nature, my son Steve and Suzanne Morgan are presently working on a merger of their own, and David and I wish them both well in their future negotiations." I looked at Suzanne and she smiled at me and squeezed my hand. She stood and dragged me to my feet. We kissed, there in front of those people, our families and the shareholders, we kissed, and it wasn't a polite little peck either, it was a full blown, I love you and can't wait to get into bed kiss that left no-one in any doubt that negotiations were well advanced. So much can be achieved on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Lazy Sunday Afternoon On a recent Sunday afternoon, we'd slept late, got up, had our coffee. He'd gotten dressed while I was still in my pi's. We talked about what fun we'd had last night, a nice dinner with friends, a little too much wine, and when we got home we both felt so warm we had to relieve the tension. We didn't do anything too special, just husband and wife doing what we're meant to do for fun. He performed admirably and I'd shown him a good time, too, so we both slept peacefully all tangled up until I woke up, poked him over to his side, and got my jammies on. I remember smiling at him before we went to sleep. He is a good husband. Anyway, it is our habit to talk about the physical side of our marriage on Sunday afternoons. We try to plan our 'interactions' for the week. It's a lot of fun, but it's serious, too. We discuss how things have been going, what we liked, what we didn't. Relationship issues are off the table, though - this is about sex. We negotiate, you see. Anything can go into the discussion except physical touching - we can give gifts to help things along, but we can't touch. We've learned to enjoy anticipation - waiting for it seems to enhance the pleasure. "Last night, you took good care of me, boy. Thank you." He smiled and said, "You were so hot by the time we got home. It's catching, you know." "I don't know what it was - dinner was fine, but all during the dinner, I just ... wanted you." He laughed, "I couldn't tell. You seemed a bit quiet, now that I think about it?" I pulled my pj top closed, "That was lust. I just kept it to myself, at least 'til we got home." We laughed together, another memory stored away against the winter. "What about next week?" He's always so anxious, he starts first. "Well, we already know you get to have me Sunday any way you want me." "Oh, yes, I'd not remembered..." "LIAR, you've been looking forward to this for a long time," I swatted him playfully. He caught my hand. "Now, now, you know the rule. NO touching." I snatched it back. "Okay. What do you want this week. Can you wait 'til Sunday?" I pulled my pajama top open, "The question is, can YOU wait 'til Sunday?" I think he drooled. It's really not fair to show him his playground. I closed the top back. "Thanks. I think I can wait, no, well, there's one thing I've been meaning to ask you..." Playfully, I said, "Anything, baby. I'll just wait 'til Sunday, but I'll be teasing you all week like that." He looked so serious, "I'd like you to get me off with your hand." "A hand job? That seems so ... simple. So like we were still dating." "See - you agree it's been a long time. I'd like you to tease me, torture me, you know?" I grinned, "I bet I could give you one that you'd beg me to repeat in a week or two." The serious look again. "I'm always scared when I think I've aroused your imagination..." "Hey, I need to go shopping first. Give me 'til 5, tonight. Two conditions and you can have your hand job this very afternoon." "Okay, but what are the conditions?" "When I get home at five, sharp, you are to be naked, waiting on me. Kneel by the door." "But you'll be late...." "Hush, it'll be worth waiting for. I want to see red spots on your knees. If you're not hard when I come in, you don't love me." "Can I ...?" "NO, don't touch it 'til I get back. I want to see it in it's natural state when anticipating me." This is utterly silly, but I think it's fun to play, don't you? We naturally drop into these roles and I think we pretty much take turns. It seems even, anyway. "What's the other condition?" "After this, no sex 'til Sunday. You'll be in charge, but I want you full and swollen when you begin. I want all your juice this week." "How will you tell if I cheated, I mean, with myself, of course?" "You don't know it, but the longer you go between ejaculations, the bigger your thing is when we make love. I'll be able to tell, also, because when you come in me (or on me) it'll be big. Copious, I mean. I love the feeling when..." "Okay, I can do that. What about you? Are you going to go behind my back this week and, you know...?" "You can say 'masturbate', silly, it won't hurt my feelings or cause me to swoon. The answer is 'Yes', but I won't do it behind your back - you'll be watching me come all week. You just can't join me in the fun. You're officially being teased." "That's not fair. Can I touch you?" "When I say so, yes, but neither of us can touch your thing. That stays mine all week." "Deal. Run on - see you at five." I needed some shoes and I'd seen some on sale in the paper. That was my real reason for going out. He'd just watch football or something. I showered, dressed, and left on my errands. I'd thought of some things to enhance the experience I planned for him this afternoon. When I returned, I went to the front door and turned the key, not knowing what I would find. To my surprise, he was waiting by the front door, nude and kneeling just as I had directed. He couldn't see the big smile on my face, though, because he had blindfolded himself. "Very good, very, very good!" I said. I kept the surprise from my voice since I wished the tone of our encounter to be based on his willingness to do what I'd said and to continue doing what I ordered. He remained silent, keeping the passive, compliant tone he knew I wanted. "You can take off the blindfold, now, I want you to see me." He removed the blindfold and stared in surprise. I'd had my hair cut short in a way he'd remember from when we first met. It was bobbed in the back, not too severely, but it uncovered my neck. He loved my hair cut that way, but he'd not said anything while I'd grown it out the past couple of years. I knew he couldn't wait 'til next Sunday to kiss the side and back of my neck. Only, he'd have to wait according to our agreement. I'd had my nails done and the new tips made them a bit longer than he was used to - I normally reserved the brilliant scarlet polish for special occasions but I hoped he'd enjoy watching my fingers and nails moving up and down over his favorite organ. Our unspoken agreement was red nails for a dressy, special occasion - but always, sex afterwards. Another trigger. His eyes widened in anticipation. I tilted my head to expose the large gold loops in my ears - another purchase this afternoon. He associated large simple round hoops with the first time we'd made love and I wore them infrequently and only when I wanted his intimate attention. The larger the hoop, the more I needed him. These were the largest I'd ever bought. These things wouldn't mean anything to anyone else if you saw me out in public, but for the two of us, I was telling him wifey needed the special attention only he could provide. No, we never talk about these things. They're understood. So, I was sending all the signals to arouse him, but he'd have to be satisfied with my hands. Primarily. I marched him upstairs, watching his cute little butt ahead of me. In our bedroom, I had him lay back on the bed. "Put your head on the pillow so you can watch." He used two pillows to get a great view. His erection was substantial by now in anticipation of an unusual experience. "Aren't you going to undress?" he asked. "Hand job, remember?" I wiggled my fingers in front of him. "What you see is what you get." His penis strained at the air, bobbing without either of us moving it. The veins stood out with excitement and I could see his pulse if I looked hard enough. Erect in this posture, he curved back away from me. I fondled his balls with my nails, the lightest touch possible, eliciting a moan. He likes it! I began stroking the shaft with the backs of my fingers, gently, slowly teasing him. I mixed focusing on the object of my caresses with flirty looks at his eyes. As I stroked him, I leaned over and gave him a little kiss, just on the tip. My tongue teased his opening apart and I fucked into him, then gently suckled on just the head. A little suck which became a little nibble. His eyes closed in pleasure, followed by another moan. I ran my tongue all over the head, using my nails to caress the shaft. Up. Down. Repeat. Again. Again. I tongued him thoroughly up one side, then down. Now the top. Now the other side. Now, underneath. I know just the right places. We've practiced, you see. I slipped some lube on my hands and then grasped him firmly with my fingers and palm and stroked up and down. Up and down. So slowly. Tickling with just the tip of my tongue, I worked the head all over, keeping my hands moving. Up. Down. Switching hands, the top to the bottom, the bottom to the top. The silky precum covered the head. I rubbed it in with my palm, then licked it off, my eyes communicating my excitement to his. He's staring at me, overcome with pleasure, still fascinated at the woman he loves attending to him so carefully. I wanted to leap atop him, to put him in me, to ride endlessly on this dick belonging to my husband, to... But no, that's not our agreement. Another moan. I so love this man. I re-started the relentless jacking of the shaft, closed my eyes and bent over to lick his balls. They're so sensitive and he loves this. I slowly sucked one into my mouth, tongued it all over, then released it and pulled on the other. So gently, savoring the flavor. Always maintaining the hand motion. Now, I began modulating the pressure as I stroked, the scarlet nails dancing before his eyes. With one hand free, I used the other to untie the camisole at the back of my neck and while he stared, I dropped the top to expose my breasts. His favorite playground in view, I leaned up and surrounded his cock with them. Capturing the soaking wet cock between my tits, I stroked him up and down. Up and down. My nipples stood out with my excitement. His sounds were now continuous. I reached one hand down and began tickling his balls while the other took up the rhythm, focusing on the top end just under the head. I worked a finger into his anus and thrust it in suddenly. I was rewarded with a giant ejaculation and a cry of ecstasy from my husband. I wiggled my finger around and generated yet another jet of sticky-warm fluid covering the head of his cock. I leaned over and my eyes caught on his, vacuumed it up while he watched and I watched him. I climbed over him and held my fingers in front of his mouth, "Lick them off." He did, taking each finger and making love to it with his lips and tongue. Once he got me all clean, I said, "Now I'll clean you." I reversed my body position over his to take him into my mouth and lick his cock clean. I reached behind me and pulled my skirt up. Of course, this presented my bottom to his face. It seems he was pleased I hadn't worn panties today. His hands found my hips and brought me down to his creative mouth. Creative..., and imaginative..., and above all, grateful. I told you he is a good husband. Lazy Sunday Morning What a nice Sunday morning. We slept in, got up and made a nice full breakfast and have a quiet house for the day. The kids are gone and won’t be back until early evening. You contemplate the idea of fucking all day, but I seem to be preoccupied for some reason. You decide to leave it alone for a little while. You know that I will see things your way eventually. You go into the living room and relax on the couch with the paper. You leaf through it to digest the news of the day. You hear me in kitchen cleaning up after breakfast. You hear the water go off and see me go into the laundry room. WOW – I must really be in a cleaning mood, you think. You return your attention to the newspaper and hear the water go back on just moments later. You get engrossed in the newspaper when you suddenly hear the water shut off once again. This time you don’t take your attention away from the paper. You hear me come into the room and assume I am cleaning up around you. You feel my presence in the room but otherwise, don’t pay attention to me. That is until you hear the sound of something on the hard wood floors. Your curiosity gets to you and you peek over the side of the paper to see what I am moving. You see that I have picked up a dining chair and placed it right in front of you. I have not spoken a word but look directly at you as I sit down right in front of you. I smile a very wicked smile and prop my feet up on the chair legs, spread to each side. You continue to peek around the side of your paper while I pull up my skirt and reveal my very pink pussy. You smile back at me but continue to just peek around the paper at me. I start to run my fingers across my pussy and as I do so, you begin to see it get wet and swollen. You know that I am getting very turned on putting on this little show for you. You allow the paper to fall a little but still do not put it down. It is as if you are telling me that I need to tempt you more in order to gain your full attention. I take my left hand and spread my pussy wide allowing my right fingers to run right across my wet, swollen clit. My legs spread wider and I moan as I do this, obviously getting more of your attention. The newspaper falls down further but you are still holding it. I slide my fingers up my body and you see my nipples nice and hard under my t shirt as I pass my breasts. I slide my fingers into my mouth, moaning as I taste my own wet pussy on them. As I slide my hand back down my body, I stop and pinch my nipples through my shirt. You see them harden even more so and smile at me. The newspaper drops completely down to your lap but you still have a hold of it. I slide my hand down to the pocket on the thin jacket I have on. I pull out my Pyrex dildo out of the pocket. I slide it down my tummy to my nice wet pussy. You can see my pussy throb with the anticipation of feeling it inside. This finally gets you to put the newspaper aside. When you move it, I see that there is a bulge in your shorts. Your nice hard cock is straining against the fabric. I see your hand rub across your cock as you shift on the couch, trying to get comfortable. I take the Pyrex cock and plunge it into my pussy. We both moan in unison as I do so. My entire body tenses up and pushes up toward the toy cock in my hand. I throw my head back and fuck myself right there in front of you. I hear rustling from the couch and when I look back at you, your shorts are off and you are slowly stroking your cock. There has still not been a single word between us. You can tell by looking at me how much I am enjoying the view of your hand wrapped around your nice hard cock. I pull my t shirt up and reveal my incredibly hard nipples. I quickly return to sliding the glass cock in my pussy, grinding on it as I moan. You can see that I am coming close to cumming and that I seem to be slowing down to hold out. Your response is to stroke your cock harder and faster, knowing that I will not be able to resist the urge to cum by watching this. I continue to fuck my wet pussy without allowing for a moment to gain my composure. The sound of the toy sliding in and out of my pussy is so sexy and drives you crazy. You look directly at the toy moving in my pussy as you stroke. You not only hear my orgasm, but see my pussy literally throb around the toy. You can see it pull the toy inside and watch my body tremble as I cum, right in front of you on the chair. You see cum seep out around the toy in my pussy as I tense up my entire body. You slow your strokes as I gain my composure. I pull the toy out of my pussy and it is covered in wet. You moan as I show it to you and then I smile a mischievous smile. I stand up and put the chair back in the dining room. You wonder for a moment what I am up to when I return to the room. I stand over you for a moment, looking down at you as you rub your nice hard cock for me. You know how much I enjoy watching you stroke and seeing your cock get harder and harder as you do so. Just as you start to pick up the pace, I move your hand and straddle your cock with my back facing you. I love to fuck you this way. I slide your nice hard cock across my very wet slit at first. Not putting it into my pussy like we both want, but letting you feel how wet I got by putting on the show for you. You grab my hips and tease me right back, knowing that my attempts to tease you always backfire. As you expected, within minutes of you playing along with my tease, I can’t stand it and I slide your cock inside me. You feel my pussy welcome you by pulsing around your cock. It is so wet and warm. I slowly ride your cock but it takes little time for me to speed up. It feels so good to have your cock inside me. You still have a hold of my hips and you are not just sitting there letting me ride you, but you fuck me right back. The room is filled with the sound of our bodies smacking into one another with intensity. I bend way forward and ride your cock, giving you a wonderful view of my ass and your cock sliding in and out. We both breathe much faster and are getting close to orgasm. My body bucking on top of you practically begs you to cum deep inside me. You start to cum and you feel my entire pussy throb as you do. I continue to ride you and after a few strokes, I pull my body up and finish stroking your cock with my hand. Your cum shoots up my pussy, up my tummy and even on my hard nipples. You feel me moan as I watch you cum and I rub it into my body. I enjoy the feel of your hot cum across my body. You wrap your arms around me and hold me tightly as we both regroup. Our breath slowly returning to normal and our hearts beginning to beat normally also. You kiss my back and squeeze me tight as I purr. I stand up and pull down my t shirt and skirt, not even taking a moment to clean our cum off my body. I turn and smile at you and then merely walk back into the kitchen. You hear me turn on the water and I peek around the corner at you. You are sitting on the coach, catching your breath and you look so sexy. I feel my pussy throb just thinking about the nice quiet day ahead. I want to hurry and finish these dishes, I think, so I can fuck you again, and again, and again. Why waste a nice quiet Sunday cleaning house? C K & L Lazy Sunday Morning © 2006-2008. All rights reserved. Republication or redistribution of all content, text or image is prohibited without prior written consent. * A cool breeze floats through the open window on this early March morning, and with it come the glorious sounds of birds, the neighbor's dog and the distant laughter of a child. Sundays are infinitely slower when we play hooky and lie in bed together. The wind lifts the window curtain, and your fingers brush the hair from my cheek with a feather-like touch. I slowly drift into consciousness and realize that as I lie here with my eyes still closed, you've been watching me sleep. A smile teases the corner of my mouth, and you catch me. Pulling me close to you in one strong arm. Your skin next to mine is warm and ineffable. The chemistry between us seeps through our pores and we come together like gravity and a falling star, unable to defy the laws of attraction---unwilling to do so if we could. I feel your warmth permeating my skin, your chest against my shoulders, your arm around my waist. The muscles in your thighs tense agreeably against the backs of mine, and I luxuriate in the camber of your hips as they curve around my full buttocks. Blowing softly against the back of my neck, you send delicious shivers through my flesh, while that throaty morning-whisper threatens to send me right over the edge. I moan softly as your lips caress my shoulders, your fingers drag across my skin, brushing the lengths of my hair out of the path of your mouth as it travels across my back, pulling warmth and succor to the surface with every kiss. I can feel our bodies melding together like copper and silver alloy. The fever in your flesh intensifies, as murmurs of pleasure escape from my throat. Your hand gently kneads my left breast as both heat and moisture build between my legs. I bow my back and press my hips into yours, longing for you to feel the telltale signs of the craving that swells in my belly. With a sudden mind of their own, your hands roam over my body, squeezing, kneading, groping, as your hunger echoes back the intensity of mine. Your fingers trace the familiar trail from my nipples to my warm, wet cunt; and as you press into me, I exhale in a low growl. Increased intensity fuels your aggression and you nip sharply at the flesh on my back. The bites both pique and inflame my skin, and the moments that separate the torture from the welt soothing kisses, seem like a delicious eternity. Your fingers tug and pinch my labia, rolling them, slipping in and out of them to dip into my wetness. You deftly circle my clit, brushing across the swollen bud in an erratic, irregular rhythm. The pressure of your erection swells against me, seeking the source of that sticky heat between my legs. In one fluid motion, you roll me onto my stomach, and pull my hips into the air. Leaning close behind me, your hands cup the round globes of my ass and pull me toward your throbbing shaft. I am hot and ready for you, a guttural moan echoing from me as you thrust into my core. You thicken and moan your pleasure into my shoulder, your fingers plaited in the lengths of my hair. I shudder in ecstasy, as the tension not only mounts in the depths of my core, but radiates out from there to each nerve-ending in my body. Every other thing in the room---in the entire world---fades in the sharp intensity of this moment. I can hear your breath coming in ragged gasps, feel your hands tighten their grip on my hips and your leg muscles stiffen. You growl under your breath as the coil of pleasure tightens in your groin. My explosion slams through me like breakers against the cliffs along the shore, muscles tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing, rippling over your shaft in rapid, fluid motion. Within minutes, you are emptying yourself into my depths, spilling every ounce of your life into me. In a moment, you collapse beside me. Wrapping me possessively in your embrace, you pull me to your broad chest with both strong arms. I fall asleep with my head on your shoulder, listening to the rhythm of your heart, and your sweet breath as they both gradually slow to a normal tempo. Outside the window, the Sunday morning breeze blows through the trees, and sings a lullaby to our ears. We easily succumb to its influence. Lazy Sunday Morning We were supposed to go out yesterday morning...to be there by nine. But when, from under one leaden eyelid, I glimpsed the bedside clock, it was clear. We'd be sleeping in. The laws of physics don't allow for two-minute lead-times, especially with kids in tow. Sleepy sex has always been a predilection of mine. I'd slept soundly from one in the morning when I finished the Grisham paperback. Not his usual legal thriller, but a wistful, romantic, escapist jaunt through the naïve world of Italy's American football league. My lids still heavy with that serene slumber that usually precedes a squawking alarm, I was relishing the prospect of another hour or two in bed when her fingertips first caressed my flank. She spooned me from behind and started running her petite fingers through my chest hair, tickling my stomach and caressing that indeterminate no-man's land of skin that isn't thigh and isn't torso either. Fingernails I love the sensation of her fingernails on my body -- anywhere on my body -- so I had little choice but to respond when they traced their spiderwebs so suggestively around my loins. I could feel her warm, pretty legs pressing into the back of my thighs and her toes tickling my soles and gently massaging the arches of my feet. I was suddenly, and very definitely, awake. I only frowned very briefly when she leapt from the sheets to lock the door discreetly in deference to our status as parents. My proto-frown was replaced by a shut-eyed grin as I heard the doorlock click into place, and sensed her rummaging around among her shoes...I love a little dress-up. So does she, and we've built up a nice little collection of strappy sandals and knee-high spiked boots. Strappy three-inch diamante sandals She strutted back to the bed, lay down to my left and immediately draped her legs across my midsection so that my rapidly hardening cock was caught between her calves. As she drew her left foot back to massage my cock with an excuisite foot in a strappy three-inch diamante sandal, her right foot came to my mouth where I began to nibble along its edge and slip my tongue between the sole of her foot and the sandal itself. I couldn't resist - pretty soon my lips took her toes into my mouth one by one, and then several at a time, as her other foot continued to pleasure my involuntarily thrusting manhood. As she lay to my left, I shifted my weight onto my left side, slid my left leg under hers and my right leg between hers so that I could gently nudge the head of my turgid cock between her labia...and caress her body and the full length of her legs with my fingertips, punctuating my caresses with frequent trips into her mouth with my fingers. She took me in her hand and started to massage herself using my shaft as a tool, and I could see her waist gyrate slightly as she grew wetter and wetter in anticipation. "I want you inside me." Little by little I eased my way inside with ever more daring thrusts, her eyelids opening wide and her pupils dilating as I stared into her face and we became more deeply intimate by the second. "I need to be inside you..." "Your cock feels so good inside me," she gasped as we wrestled towards that figurative edge all lovers seek to share. My first orgasm took me by surprise, but by this point we were so turned on we thrashed madly - she loves it when I cum inside her - and I was able to ride the wave all the way to the shore. She wanted me badly now, and yet she wanted to wait before she came, and so lay on top of me so we could kiss and I could drain myself a second time between her thighs, clenched to create a tight fit, before helping her to prepare for the her own, inevitable, climax. Redolent "I want you to kneel over my face," I rasped into her ear. There is little I enjoy as much as licking her to greater heights when I've been inside her...a pussy redolent with our shared sex. Ultimate intimacy, and slightly kinky. I feverishly buried my tongue in her womanhood, savouring the dual scent...she likes this, and she knows I like that she likes it. That self-fulfilling upward spiral that lovers who seek one another's pleasure know to be the pinnacle of lovemaking. Looking up into her eyes past her thighs, stomach and breasts as my mouth surrounded and captured her epicentre. "No, wait, stop," she moaned after a couple of minutes of my lapping her womanhood, "I want to cum with you inside me." And so she resumed her prone position on top of me, stretched out her legs on either side of mine - curling her toes, as she tends to before cumming. "Yes, yes, yes, fill me up," she moaned in my ear as her sensitive, pretty A-cups circled my hungry lips to receive a tongue-lashing - and to respond with incredibly sexy raised nipples. Quivering Her eyes closed and she started to quiver slightly, tensing her leg muscles, and I knew she was on the edge of the cliff, ready for free-falling pleasure. I grasped her derriere, and her waist, to force myself deeper inside her and as she came I was overwhelmed with such arousal I was able to empty myself utterly, and for a third time that morning, as we fed one another's hungry bodies simultaneously. I wish I could feel the sensations that flow through a woman's body as she climaxes continuously for a couple of minutes. I'm sure it's God's way of compensating the undoubtedly fairer sex for childbirth...but all I can say is that it's the sexiest, most arousing feeling in the world to watch your partner reach "le petit mort." We both knew we'd want more later in the day...and her constant reminders to me of the moistness slowly seeping from between her legs throughout the day ensured that round two was not a disappointment. Lazy Sunday Mornings What better way is there to spend a Sunday morning than with a self confessed stud! This Sunday morning ritual started about 6 weeks ago, with what I thought was a one-off fuck. Little did I know that this would become an addiction, a sexual drug, something that I wanted more and more of. Sunday's are all I can think about all week, wondering if he will come round and see me when I call or whether I will have to reply on my old faithful friend. Using my rabbit is what my body had become used to for sexual release, until that 1st Sunday morning. Does he know that I am a kinky bitch, I fuck myself silly at the thought He plays hard to get when I contact him during the week by ignoring my calls and text messages. It doesn't matter what I put in those messages they don't seem to trigger a response. I can be offering to suck his c0ck or suggesting we use my dining room table for a fast and furious sex session, he doesn't reply or appear. I know he has received and read those messages as quite often he refers to them during our time together. But when I call him on a Sunday morning he answers the phone as if he hasn't heard from me since the previous week, then appears 30 minutes later, condom at the ready. As much as I tell myself you shouldn't be doing this, my body tells me different. It is aching to be kissed, licked and touched all over. I have never had sex like it. I am of the utmost importance: his pleasure doesn't matter as long as I cum, more than once. That's his aim and he won't leave until he has achieved his goal. My body is not used to this exquisite pleasure. It has suffered for the last 16 years with neglect, I don't think I knew what an orgasm was and I certainly had not idea that foreplay and sex could last longer than 5 minutes. Considering what he does for a living his hands are soft and gentle. They need to be as he likes nothing more than to watch me wiggle and squirm as he plays with my clit, over and over again, whilst driving into me with his big hard c0ck until I am begging him to stop, trying to pull his hands away from me. It has become a game. I don't want him to stop really, I just need a breather, to let my body recover before the next wave of pleasure comes flooding from me. There is only so many times he will let me rest, I have to be careful or he will stop altogether. He like being in control, to tie me up and tease me. My pussy oozes with pleasure as it makes me want him more and more. The thing is who is in control, him or me? I have my body, the thing that makes him explode, he can have all the control but he needs me..... During one of out frantic sex sessions my mobile rings. I answer as it's my ex-husband. As I begin to talk, my stud grins at me, then continues to thrust into me with his hard cock, playing with my pussy, teasing me, making it difficult to carry on a normal conversation. How he never guessed what I was doing and who I was with I don't know, but then again he probably wouldn't ever remember me moaning like that with pleasure as his attempts to please me has always played a minor role in our lovemaking - it was mostly about him. I guess if these Sunday mornings are to continue we will have to find new and exciting things to do with each others bodies. The world is our oyster. He suggests a fuck in my ass. What? I think. I have never done this before, I know it will hurt but pain and pleasure mix so easily when he is inside me. Is he a breast man? Does he know if I enjoy having my nipples kissed and sucked? Does he enjoy oral sex? He doesn't know if I like having my pussy sucked, nibbled and licked, it's never been something we have discussed. I know he likes to have his cock sucked as I have had the pleasure of performing this for him. I've enjoyed having his hard c0ck in my mouth, sucking and licking his long shaft, its something I take pleasure in and would be willing to do it over and over again for him. But maybe I will tease him, suck and stop, fuck and stop and he will be in my control for a change. What other positions and locations can we try? We've already used the stairs and bedroom. but what about the living room, with the curtains wide open, over the dining room table, on a chair, in the kitchen on the worktops or maybe even in the shower? Does he prefer to have me on top, or does he prefer to be in control. It looks like I am going to have to have a few more lazy Sunday mornings having fun and finding out. I need to ask him all these questions! Lazy Sundays Leaning his head back on the sheets he closes his eyes and enjoys the sensations of her tongue, warm and wet lapping at his asshole like a kitten. He loves Sunday mornings. It's become quite the tradition, waking to find His girl smiling wickedly beside Him, her fingers tickling across His chest waiting for permission to explore further. He never makes her wait long, usually only long enough to have a deep minty fresh good morning kiss with her before pulling the sheet aside and letting her start. She attacks this so called task with unrestrained passion, He remembers when it was first set, more to test her than anything, her reaction had been a mixture of uncertainty and disgust. Now, smiling to Himself as He feels her crawling over Him, He thinks perhaps she enjoys it almost as much as He does. She doesn't tarry too long, making her way quickly with licks and kisses down His torso to nuzzle her face into the wiry hair above her Masters cock. With a long lick she slips His rapidly hardening member between her lips and suckles on it lightly until she feels the gentle tug on her hair. She stills her tongue and doesn't have to wait long before she feels a stream of her Masters hot, bitter piss filling her mouth. Swallowing around His cock she hears Him groan in pleasure and refrains from smiling so she doesn't spill on the sheets. Even with the hot liquid burning a path down her throat into her belly, the strong smell invading her nostrils, she still finds herself getting wet. It makes her hot doing this for Him, taking everything He offers her. The first time she had cried, so ashamed at being turned on by such a disgusting act. He had held her afterwards and brought her to a painfully sweet climax, murmuring into her ear the entire time how proud He was and how pleased He was at her arousal. Once she had thought about it properly she felt a little silly, why shouldn't she be aroused, she was doing what her Master wanted, He told her it was one of the sexiest things He had ever seen. Propping himself up on his elbows he watches as his girl happily drinks down His morning piss. It must taste terrible He knows, but seeing her do it, willingly do it at that, makes him happy....and hard. God she was sexy, as if reading His thoughts she looks up and her green eyes twinkle mischieviously causing His cock to jump in her mouth. Once the stream has stopped, she swallows loudly and gives His hard cock a quick tongue bath, sitting back on her haunches with a delicious grin awaiting His instructions. Sometimes He wasn't in the mood for play and would push her head back down to thrust into her mouth. Other days, such as today, her Master would bring His knees up and set them wide, allowing toi access to His balls and asshole. Using her hands first, toi reaches out and traces light delicate patterns on the strong backs of His thighs, tickling the skin as she goes twirling and lightly scratching a path that meets at the base of His cock before travelling down, feather soft over His balls and much to her delight bringing a gasp of pleasure from her Master. With a feline smirk she repeats the motion, chuckling to herself as the gasp is also repeated with a "minx" thrown in. Laying herself back down on her belly, she crawls forward until she is face to face (so to speak) with her Masters puckered anus. Using her tongue like a cat she runs it flatly up and down, painting the delicate skin with her saliva. Toi can hear her Master sigh in pleasure and smiles to herself as she continues to lap and lick at Him with the rough flat of her tongue, delighting in the sounds of pleasure she can draw from her Master. Head now well and truly buried in the pillows, He feels His beautiful girl's tongue caressing His asshole. The sensations she is causing making His already hard cock throb insanely, but He doesn't touch it...yet. Instead He focuses on the rhythm she is creating, lapping at His asshole with abandon, using the point of her tongue to occasionally probe around the puckered skin, testing the resistance, coaxing and caressing His sensitive skin. She feels His body jolt as she changes from the lapping motion to a gentle kissing. Sucking on His asshole and tonguing it like it is His mouth. She can hear His breathing quicken and feel His hands searching out her head to fist His hands in her hair as she tongues and kisses Him, inhaling and exhaling His earthy scent. He lays there for a while, enjoying the sensations, shooting through His ass to His balls and beyond before dragging His hand from her hair to fist His rock hard cock. Toi feeling the thrusts of her Masters hand reaches up her own tiny hand to cup and lightly scratch at His balls. Her bare pussy coating with arousal at His hiss of pleasure. Using her pointy tongue toi pushes against her Master's asshole, worming her way in, fucking it gently as He fists His cock. With her slippery tongue wriggling its way into His asshole, His own hand fisting at His cock and her tiny fingers massaging and scratching at His balls He knows He will not last much longer. Groaning and babbling praise for his dirty little slut He feels it coming and hisses as His hips thrust mindlessly into His hand cumming in thick ropey strands all over His chest. Toi can feel her Master's asshole clenching around her tongue as He stiffens and groans cumming on His chest. She feels tremors of delight run through her as He grunts and babbles praise for her. Her tongue gently goes back to lapping and licking at His asshole until His regains His breath and reaches down to pull her up to His chest. Petting and stroking her hair as she licks up every trace of His cum from His broad chest and finally cleaning His sensitive cock before collapsing herself beside Him. "Good morning Master" she purrs out with a chuckle. "So far its bloody brilliant my sexy toi" He smirks back at her before dragging her giggling form off the bed with Him to take a shower.