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Mary Ch. 01

By: evil evil man



Mary could feel his hands on her hips as he thrust his average sized cock into her. Her cheek was pressed against the wall she was leaning against for support. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her panties were pulled down around her ankles. She could hear the club's DJ blasting music across the dance floor with a hundred or more people dancing to the beat. It was dark behind the curtain they were hiding under. But right now Mary was more concerned with the guy who was fucking her in the ass. She didn't really feel any pleasure or excitement from being screwed in a semi-public place, at least not with this jerk. This is simply where he wanted to do her. To be honest, he wasn't all that good. Mary was barely able to make herself wet enough to convince him that she was turned on by him. But a hooker who charges the rates she does has to be able to do things most girls would never consider. He grabbed her bright red hair and pulled her head back as she felt her 34D tits be pressed against the wall through her blouse. At 5'9" tall she was just the right height to do it standing up with this jerk. She could feel his body pressed against her back, pushing her into the wall as he thrusted his cock into her roughly.

Finally she felt his grip on her hips tighten as he pushed his rod as deep inside of her as he could get it and she knew that he was finished. God, that didn't even take a minute, she thought to herself. He pulled out and let her skirt fall back down. She simply turned around and held out her hand. He counted out 10 $100 bills and put them into it. A thousand bucks for a quick blow job and fuck. Not bad. Usually she has to do some pretty weird shit for this kind of money. One time a john took her to his place and she had to do it while wearing a donkey costume.

Mary is one of the best in what is called the world's oldest profession. It's a rare night working where she doesn't make four figures. Aside from her "regulars" she'll often go to clubs like this one to pick up clients. She put the money in her purse and bent down to pull her undies up from around her ankles. She pulled the curtain aside and walked away without a word. This was business, not personal. If it was personal she'd give him a goodbye kiss at least. If it was personal and he was good, she might even let him have her again. At nineteen she's considered to be nothing less than a goddess by most men. Her body was almost all muscle with a 24 inch waist and 34 inch waist. With all the right proportions she has a magic ability to excite a mate with nothing more than a soft smile and a childish, innocent look in her eyes.

Mary's been a prostitute for nearly two years. Her young looks, large tits, and firm body combined with her ability to pleasure a man has enabled her to charge top dollar for her time. She tests regularly so she knows she's STD free. A quickie, as in find a place nearby so he can just do his business, like the one she just did is usually around a thousand dollars. An average night working the clubs usually results in two or three of those. A busy night can be five or six. The whole night cost $3000. If you want her services for the whole weekend it's $10,000. Nights and weekends are usually asked for by her regulars. A short list of the rich and powerful in the city uses her regularly. Even after only two years Mary's been able to make herself a multi-millionaire through smart investment. She's been doing this since she dropped out of high school at seventeen.

She goes up to the bar and orders a martini. They never check ID here, at least not hers. Mary wonders whether or not to call it a night. She's already met her money target for the evening. Then she caught him in the corner of her eye. The handsomest man that she's seen in a very long time was three seats down the bar from her. Now here was a man to make her wet. He has dark black hair, blue eyes, and a muscular chest. She could see a bulge in his pants denoting a big cock....or a ball of socks stuck down his jeans. Mary smiled at the thought of finding out for sure. Maybe she should give up sex of the business sort for sex of the fun sort for the rest of tonight. She checked the mirror in the bar to make sure she looked ok then wandered over to him.

She slid next to him at the bar, carefully letting her chest brush against him. He turned to see who she was and she took her opening. "Hi," she smiled at him, "I'm Mary."

"Brad," he said while shaking her hand. He knew who she was. The bartender once pointed her out and told him what she did.

"You new around here, Brad?"

"No. But I only just started coming here."

"Where do you live?"

"About two blocks over that way," he gestured in a certain direction, "I own a loft."

"Wow! That's really hi priced. What do you do?"

"I'm a doctor. I already know what you do. I'm not into paying for it just to warn you."

"That's alright. I'm not working tonight. You want to go sit down? Those sofas are reserved for members only, which I happen to be. You won't mind talking to one of me for a while, would you?" she said with her sweetest smile. It never failed and it didn't this time. He got up to follow her.

She led him over to the plush leather sofas in the back of the club and sat down on one. Mary pushed her breasts out at him slightly, causing her already tight fitting blouse to strain even further and, by the way, giving him a first class view of her bust. She crossed her legs, letting one of her ankles brush against his leg as he sat next to her. Brad couldn't help but admire her. He had a certain distaste for prostitutes but in the case of this girl he could understand why men would pay for it. Even so, as they talked he found they had a lot in common and he began to become intensely interested in her. It's not often he meets a pretty girl who shares his interest in art. How can an intelligent girl like this be in such a lowly profession?

They continued talking and learning about each other. Mary didn't think that there were any men like this left. He seemed to be genuinely interested in her. She's had men, most of whom turned out to be clients in the end, who would talk and feign interest in her but really they were only interested in her pussy. This guy seemed interested in her. He asked her about the exhibit at the art museum and they launched into a detailed discussion/criticism of the works displayed.

Mary couldn't help but be intrigued by this guy. He was decent. If there's one thing any good woman in her line of work can do, it's read men. Those who can't usually end up dead before they're 18. They talked for nearly two hours and before she knew it it was midnight. He seemed to notice the time too. "Would you like to continue this somewhere else," he asked thinking of a 24 hour coffee place nearby. Interesting or not, it was too soon for that step. Or so he thought.

Mary was lost looking into his eyes and so it was a few seconds before she nodded. She asked him with a smile, "How about your place?"

He was taken aback by her directness and hesitated for a minute. It was too fast for that and yet he found himself nodding in agreement and they got up to leave. Brad, for his part, couldn't believe what he was doing. He'd always been a straight-laced guy and, as a result, doesn't like hookers. And now he not only struck up a conversation with one, not only was he bringing her back to his place, not only had she made it clear that she wasn't interested in taking any money from him, but he's found that he was liking this woman. At 28, he knew that he attracted his fair share of the fairer sex. He certainly wasn't a virgin and has had several women before. So why was this woman so different? None of the others seemed to establish a connection like this or so quickly.

They got into his sports car for the two minute drive back to his building. He parked in his reserved space and they got onto the elevator up to his place on the penthouse floor. Mary let out a small gasp of surprise when the door opened. The walls on the outside of the building were glass from floor to ceiling, allowing for an unbelievable view. She set her purse down onto the marble counter in the kitchen as he led her into the living room. He sat her down on the couch and went off to get them a bottle of wine. Mary's attraction to him increased as she took a closer look at his place. One, he was obviously very rich. Two, she loved how it was decorated. Maybe this'll be more than a one night stand, she thought to herself.

He came back and poured them wine. He sat down on the couch and she moved closer to him as they continued talking. Her breast was lightly pressed against his arm as his hand rested on her thigh. Now he was checking her out and making only half-hearted efforts to hide the fact. Mary made not effort to hide the fact that she was admiring his very physically fit physique. His fingers moved to the inside of her thigh and his hand gradually moved upwards. Mary felt herself becoming wetter the higher it went. Finally, she lost control.

Without knowing why or how Mary found herself kissing him. His arms wrapped around her as he pulled her into him as she took his face in her hands. Her hand went down to feel his penis briefly through his trousers. She draped a leg across his lap as his hand squeezed her ass. It was like they've forged an instant connection; each automatically knew what the other wanted and did it without being told. For Mary this was entirely new and unexpected. 

She sat up and straddled his lap. He tore open her blouse, buttons from it flying all around and over the room as he pulled her bra down hungrily to get at her breasts. Mary rubbed her crotch against his as he devoured her tits. His teeth pulled at her nipples as his hand kneaded and supported the flesh around it. She took his head in her hands and pulled him away from her. They gazed into each others' eyes and in that instant they were in love. Mary opened his shirt with one rough gesture and began to rub her hands up and down his muscular chest.

She could feel the button and zipper of her skirt being undone. She stood up over him and let it fall to the ground. She stood before him, wearing nothing but a small pair of panties. He removed his shirt as she went down and undid his pants. She opened them up to reveal his boxers bulging outward because of his cock. He stood up and she frantically pulled the pants down to his ankles. He stepped out of them as his boxers came down as well. They stood facing each other for a second and admired one another's bodies before embracing once again.

Mary could feel his mouth sucking her tongue, devouring her. She let out an involuntary groan. She wanted to know all of him. His cock pressed into her stomach as their arms were wrapped around each other and continually tightened their embrace of one another. Suddenly he pulled away. They stood facing each other, their hands resting on the other's shoulders. Then, without warning, in one swift motion he reached down and tugged her panties down. They fell to the floor where she stepped out of one foot and kicked them away with the other. And just like that her sex was exposed to him. And despite the fact that she's fucked dozen of men and has had a cock inside of her hundreds of time, Mary felt vulnerable by her nakedness. And she couldn't figure out why at first. Then it dawned on her, unlike the others she actually cared about this man.

They kissed again as he bent down and picked her up. They walked down a hall in his loft to the bedroom while kissing the entire way. He laid her onto the bed and she gazed up at him dreamily, knowing that he is going to make sweet, passionate love to her. He set her down and stood up above her. She stared up at him as her head rested on the pillow. She spread her legs for him as he came down on top of her. They began kissing again, and this time she was hungrily devouring him as he teased her by rubbing the head of his member up and down over her sex. He could feel how wet she was, now much she wanted him to enter her. But he held off.

"Take me," she half whispered half growled into his ear, "Make love to me, please."

His hands massaged her chest as he continued to tease her. This drove her even wilder and she began to moan in frustration. Every womanly instinct in her was screaming that she was ready. And yet nobody's cock was entering to give her what she so desperately needed. He started giving her quick kisses over every part of her flesh that his lips could reach. She wrapped her legs around his ass in a vain attempt to pull him into her. Mary had never been so ready to be taken by a man in her life. She began to thrust her hips up and give off a pleading whimper as his mouth clamped onto her neck and sucked her flesh.

Suddenly, without warning, he was inside of her. She let out a gasp of surprise as he began to move his hips excruciatingly slow, pushing his penis deeper into her pussy. Mary let out a moan of frustration. Didn't he sense how horny she was? How much she needed his cum inside of her? But his weight was pressing her into the bed so she couldn't lift her hips in order to speed up the pace. Despite her frustration, Mary could feel herself building up to heights of pleasure she never thought possible. Her cunt was giving off a steady stream of cum onto the bed under them. Before she knew it she had climaxed twice onto the member that had penetrated inside of her the second more intense than the first. His weight was pressing down onto her as he pushed his rod even deeper into her. He reached down and grasped her ass with his hand. Using that hand he began to guide her to meet his thrusts by pulling her into him.

Mary felt herself building for her third climax in their love making. She could tell that this will be the most intense one yet. His thrusting began to change. No longer were his motions gentle. He began to thrust his cock into her at a fast pace with rough strokes. Each time he thrust into her his hand tightened its grip on her ass and pulled her hips up slightly to meet him. Mary let out a long gasp and gripped the bars making up the head of the bed as she felt both of them building up to climax together. His thrusts took on a sense of urgency as they both began to moan loudly. Mary felt herself begin to climax. She opened her mouth in a silent groan as waves of pleasure assaulted her. 

As she rode her climax she became aware of a new warmth inside of her belly, one that originated near the cock inside of her. Mary smiled as she felt her body accept the seed he was depositing inside of her As they came down off of their respective sexual highs she kissed his cheek and whispered, "I love you," into his ear. He kissed her back and in return said that he loved her. Her legs, which had tensed up and wrapped themselves around his ass, relaxed and fell to the sides. He rolled off and laid next to her.

For the next half hour they talked. That was as long as they could last naked in bed together before the heat took hold again. They talked long enough to decide to try a relationship and for Mary to find honest work. This time she took the lead, sliding below the silk covers to clamp her mouth around his cock. As she sucked him she rubbed his balls with her hands as his whole body tensed up. She stopped just short of his climax and came back up. As she brought her head up to his she let her breasts lightly brush against his body. 

They kissed deeply as she swung her leg over him and straddled his waist. She sat up and smiled down at him as she lifted her hips and positioned his cock at her opening. Slowly she let herself fall down onto it, allowing his member to impale her. She smiled at the sight of his back arching and muscles tensing. Once he was all the way inside of her she just froze for a second, enjoying the feeling of his penis inside of her, the way it made her feel like a woman. Then she began to ride him.

First her thrusts started slowly, building in intensity and pace. Soon her entire body was moving up and down, bringing his cock in and out of her as she tried to coax the seed she wanted from him. Brad had excellent self control and was able to last a very long time, especially after having just shooting his load into her an hour ago. Mary's fingernails were scratching at his chest as she violently thrust her hips, bringing his cock as deep into her depths as she could make it go. She was moaning loudly as she rode him.

She leaned forward, her hands on either side of his head for support. She let her tits hover above his face for a minute, teasing him. Then she leaned forward a little and offered him one to suckle on. He needed no encouragement and took the hard nipple into his mouth. His hands gripped her ass cheeks as she continued thrusting her hips. Without warning she came up, pulling her tit out of his mouth. She leaned all the way back, her hands now on his knees for support, as she began to thrust with her whole body. She built up quickly with his rod rubbing her clit like that and she could feel her juices begin to flow out of her onto his hard rod. Her muscles clenched involuntarily, squeezing him inside of her. Brad couldn't stop himself from emptying his load into her. She sat up and smiled down at him as she felt wave after wave of seed be deposited inside of her for the second time.

She got off and laid down next to him, her head resting on his chest. Satisfied, they went to sleep naked in each others' arms.

Mary Ch. 02



John woke up slowly, feeling the morning dew flowing in through the open window on a gentle breeze. He woke to the almost musical sound of Mary’s laugh coming from the pool just outside his window. He casually eavesdropped on the conversation between his mother and Mary noting that it was nothing other than idle chatter, but the sound of her laughter caused his thoughts to once again drift back to the previous weekend. He would never forget the experience with Mary in the hotel room. He vowed to never stay at a different hotel chain, that particular chain would always hold special meaning.

His hand slid down to the ever present morning erection that is as regular to 20 year olds as the rising sun. He had come to a conclusion over the past week. He had a fetish and it was only confirmed after his experience with Mary. He absolutely loved the sounds, the expressions, the uncontrollable shudders of ecstasy that happen during the female orgasm. He vowed to become the master of providing orgasms to women. 

As his hand slid slowly up and down his length, almost absent mindedly, he thought back to when Mary had thrown her head back and abandoned herself to the pleasure. Mary had been more expressive, more responsive than any other woman he had ever been with. She seemed confident in a way that he’d never expected from her, but still slightly insecure, still human, still warm. 

His mind’s eye focused on an image of her nipple as she neared her climax, and focus was immediately lost as his thoughts turned to her spending on his hand. He couldn’t describe it as anything else. The flow of liquid that flowed from her as she came was one of his life’s most amazing experiences. One he desperately wanted to relive. One small problem… Mary was the one person that he really cared what she thought of him. He didn’t want to seem the over anxious 20 year old he didn’t want to…

The tingles now flowed from his hard cock, finally breaking through and taking over his thoughts in an instant. They flowed down his legs up into his body, his legs began to twitch as they thrust his hips, his cock thrusting into the warm cocoon his grip had become. A brief flash of backing down, of stopping now to continue his musings was rapidly overcome as his seed began to shoot in thick pearly white streams to land on his chest, his stomach, to become a flow drooling down over his hand to pool at the base of his cock, mingling with the course hair that marked his manhood. Keeping silent was always a challenge for John and he hoped his moans had been quiet enough not to be heard by the pool.

Mary, chatting with Maureen about nothing that mattered, the content of their morning chats more than most of the time, heard just a faint moan on the breeze, almost drowned out by the sounds of the birds singing in the morning dew. She loved sitting by the pool, the coolness, the dew that would become oppressive humidity by late morning, felt so good as it caressed her skin. Even the water in the pool, yet to be disturbed by the gentle breeze that flowed through her blouse, seemed so pristine, seemed to resemble the clean slate that every day begins with.

In that instant, where her mind registered what it was that she had heard, she flashed back to her experience with John. God! She’d had a good time. He was so attentive, so eager to learn, so eager to please. She wondered if it was his age, or if it was just in his nature. She could feel the breeze sliding the fabric of her blouse across her nipples and she could feel them harden, lengthen, becoming even more sensitive, heightening the sensation, the breeze becoming a sensuous caress.

“I need another cup of coffee, you want one?” Mary asked Maureen.

“Just a half a cup please.”

As Mary walked into the kitchen John came down the wide staircase and turned the corner. Mary looked at John and watched the color of his face darken just a bit, just a touch of pink flushed his cheeks and Mary couldn’t keep herself from smiling, almost imperceptibly really, just a slight turning of the corners of her mouth, but as she looked at John again, and watched the flush increase in depth she knew, that he knew… 

“Hey Mary, how ya doing this morning?” his customary greeting.

“Doing great! And you John?” her grin seemed infectious as he started to smile, then to chortle. He knew he was caught and that it wasn’t bad.

Mary’s voice dropped as she realized she had to try it one more time; that until she did she would never be able to think rationally again, she had almost become obsessed about their experience, and her desire. “Doing anything tonight?” her head dropped, her eyes looking at the floor she looked up between the tresses of her hair, an intense depth to her eyes that was not lost on John.

“I was supposed to meet some of the guys, but we were just gonna hang out, nothing I can’t get out of, why?”

Mary’s voice dropped again, almost to a whisper, and simultaneously, her nipples again hardened and her cheeks flushed. “Do you want to meet again?” She had an instant of almost panic as John hesitated in answering, her insecurities flashing to a bright inferno of self doubt, if only for that brief instant. She never even considered the fact that perhaps he wouldn’t want to meet.

John looked Mary in the eye, his stare penetrating deeply into her soul. “I’d love too.” Simple, short, so John.

“same place? Eight o’clock?”

”I’ll be there” He sounded so aloof, almost as if it wasn’t consequential at all. 

Wow!… Wow and Wow! John thought. He wanted to do cartwheels, to jump up and down, to exclaim proudly “she wants me! I’ve gotta be the luckiest guy in the world” but didn’t want to give the wrong appearances. John knew he’d have to settle in for one of the longest days he’d ever experienced, he knew that the clock would slow down and he’d spend the entire day waiting for that time to come.

A short cell phone conversation on the way there and he walked down the hallway to the room. 1001. ‘As in 1001 nights of pleasure?’ John wondered and chuckled to himself. ‘I really crack myself up sometimes’ he thought as he knocked quietly on the door, as nervous as he ever got. Mary answered the door dressed in a T shirt and jeans. John was almost shocked, thinking that she’d at least answer the door wearing something sexy, some black negligee, a black lace bra and panties, completely nude even, something… The casual manner in which she opened the door and, saying not a word, walked into the room, made John wonder if he was wrong, if he had made a mountain out of a molehill. His posture got defensive as he walked in the sitting room of the suite. Mary sat in the armchair placed at a 90 degree angle to the couch. John settled into the overstuffed couch. 

“Is everything Ok? Did I do something wrong?”

“No John… I just wanted to talk a little, I just wanted to make sure you really want to be here.”

“Mary! What d’ya mean do I want to be here? Of course I want to be here!”

“No John, what I mean is if you don’t want to do this anymore, or um… meet me anymore, just tell me. Ok? I mean it won’t hurt my feelings or anything…”

“Meaning that you don’t care about this? That this means nothing to you?”

Mary could see that this wasn’t going well. She only wanted to make sure that he didn’t feel like he had to do this, she didn’t want him to feel pressured. She knew she had to act and now. She slid down off the chair onto her knees and slid across to John. She put her hands on his knees kneeling at his feet and looked him in the eye.

“John, this is the most exciting thing I’ve done in a very long time and there is absolutely no one I’d rather be here with.” Her hands slid up John’s thighs as she looked up at him and smiled. Her smile was the most erotic, sensuous filled smile John had ever seen. He never knew that a simple smile could be so… erotic, and he realized there was so much to learn about Mary, about women in general. “You just seemed, well, tentative when I asked you if you wanted to meet me, this morning.”

“I was so excited! But I was afraid… well, afraid of looking stupid. Umm…” John’s words trailing off as Mary undid his belt. “I was thinking of our last time when I woke up this morn… uh this morning.” John was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up a steady flow of conversation as Mary’s hands slid into his boxers and she began to run her fingertips lightly over the shaft of his hardening cock.

“Is that what you were thinking of when you came this morning?”

John flushed, his eyes averting from her face. “You heard me?” He knew she knew but he never imagined that she would actually mention it!

“Just barely, if I didn’t know what to listen for I wouldn’t have noticed, but, I’ve been thinking about this a lot, how much I enjoyed last time, how much I wanted to enjoy this time.”

“Oh god Mary, that feels really good, you better be careful or I’m going to, umm… I’m unh… getting close…” John’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“I want to teach you John, I want to show you what makes a woman feel good, what to watch for, to listen for, to feel. I want to teach you that to give pleasure is as pleasurable as receiving it.” Her hand still traveling the length of John she leaned her head down and he groaned as her tongue made the first contact with the crown of his cock. Her lips separated as they traveled down his length, encircling, her tongue still doing hidden pleasure dances bringing his crescendo forward in a rapid burst.

“Oh god! Mary! I’m gonna… oh! I’m gonna… can’t… can’t stop it…”

Mary looked up at John burning the vision into her memory as John’s head went back and she felt the unique taste, the sudden flushing into her mouth, onto her tongue. She watched his expression as his body tensed, becoming rigid, lifting his ass off the couch and vibrating, seemingly hesitating… She felt the sharp spurts of John’s orgasm against her tongue, swallowing with each burst, the act of swallowing adding additional sensation to John’s orgasm so his hips once again rose uncontrollably from the couch, reaching to get deeper in her mouth. 

John held back as long as he could, the sparks of pleasure from this soft wet and warm mouth that had encompassed his cock were almost more than he could take. He was afraid to actually let go in her mouth, he wanted to be polite. Almost on the verge of panic, he announced his impending crisis, but the warmth of her mouth, the wetness of her mouth, the frictionless manipulation of his cock was more than he could bear. His mind went blank as his cock reached a crescendo he had never felt before. He couldn’t quite get over the edge, and hung there somewhere slightly beyond the point of no return but not quite at a full blown orgasm.

His cock seemed to spurt in one steady flow, his body taught, the pleasure all consuming, his vision reducing slowly to blackness as he squeezed his eyes shut against the almost unbearable pleasure. When finally he released, it felt as if his entire body was coursing through his cock, to explode deep within Mary’s throat. The relief more than he ever considered could be possible. He took in a deep breath of gloriously fresh air as he realized that he’d been holding his breath and his body began to slowly settle back onto the couch, tremors of pleasure like aftershocks of the earthquake that had just claimed his body.

He looked down at Mary while she still slowly stroked the length of a cock still harder than either of them had imagined possible, traces of his spending at the corners of her mouth. John just smiled as he caught his breath.

“Feel good baby?” 

“Oh my god! That was… oh fuck that was awesome!” John tried but couldn’t quite keep himself from giggling. “That was the most amazing… oh my god! But you’re still fully dressed… I mean…” and John reached down to pull Mary up by her arms, more of a gentle tugging really.

Mary kissed John gently on the cheek. “Do you want to learn John, I mean really learn what makes a woman tick?”

“Mary, if I can give you one tenth the pleasure I just felt I’d be happy, but I want to learn how to give you 100 times better.”

“We’re just getting started. Come on” and Mary grabbed John’s hand and pulled him up off the couch and into the adjoining bedroom. As they entered the room Mary turned to face John and he stepped closer to her, his hands sliding up her back his face burying itself in her hair as he nuzzled her neck.  He kissed the side of her chin, her cheek, her eyelid to duplicate the process on the opposite side.

“Hmmmm you’re learning fast,” Mary said as she stood there and let him kiss what he wanted. John’s hands slid up under the fabric of her shirt, along her sides, hesitating at the base of her breasts. John could feel the weight, the slight tuck where her breasts met her stomach, he could feel the ridges of her ribs. He thought about reaching up to cup her breasts, to feel her nipples but again slid his arms around her pulling her tight against him and again was rewarded with a groan. 

“I want to explore you, I want to know what makes you feel good Mary.”

John gently backed Mary up until the backs of her legs hit the bed. John kept Mary moving, holding her as she slowly lay back onto the bed. John’s hands pulled up on the hem of her shirt slowly, inexorably, exposing her flesh until the base of her breasts came into his view. He hesitated, leaned over and kissed her soft skin, his hands sliding up beneath the fabric to finally cup her breast, feeling the nipple harden beneath his hand. Mary’s impatience took hold and she reached down to pull the shirt up over her head exposing her full breasts to him.

John’s mouth slid upward, tongue tracing his path, leaving behind a cooling streak in the air conditioning behind him as he traced a path to her nipple. He took the nipple in his mouth and suckled gently while lightly flicking it with his tongue.

“You know that makes me crazy John, but if you stop I’ll kick you.”

While John continued to suckle at Mary’s breasts alternating between one and the other his hands were busy unbuttoning Mary’s pants. John concluded that the time for finesse was over for now and pulled Mary’s pants and panties off in one fell swoop leaving Mary laying on the bed naked. John stood up, pulled back a little and stood there just looking at Mary. His gaze was deep, intense almost to the point of making Mary uncomfortable.

“What are you looking at John, come here…” and she held her hands up. John smiled and pushed his pants down off his hips, and as he stepped out of them he pulled his shirt up over his head dropping it on the floor next to them as he lay down on the bed beside Mary. His hands once again slid up Mary’s torso to cup her breasts, jiggling them slightly, John smiled again as he watched her nipple once again extend, harden, darken on the pinnacle of her breast.

John ran his finger lightly around her nipple just outside of its sphere of influence, smaller circles, watching the dark pink circles crinkle, her nipples reaching their maximum hardness. He gently flicked her nipple and his smile grew as her entire body jumped. He grinned as he leaned over to once again take her nipple between his lips to tease it with his tongue tracing small circles, pressing it. Her hips began to undulate subtly, not quite a pumping but a gentle movement. John took it as a sign to move onward and began to slide down her body.

“John, slow down, not yet baby… listen to what my body tells you…”

John looked at Mary with a question on his face. “But I thought, well, you were ready…”

“No baby, my body was telling you what you were doing felt good. You know, I can come just from my nipples?”

“Really?” and John got the expression of, the smile of, a small kid finding out that there is a second Christmas every year. He once again took her nipple into his mouth and again gently suckled, feeling her hips begin to move a little more, feeling the tension grow in her body, her breast grew taught and he saw out of the corner of his eye her hands grip the sheet in a clump. He listened as her breath caught, expelled in short quiet bursts as the mild orgasm flowed through her body.

As she settled down onto the bed and her hand relaxed John pulled back. “That was an orgasm? You really just came?”

“They’re not as intense that way, but they are pleasurable just the same.”

“But I want to make you cum as well as you made me…”

“You will, a woman’s body has to build up to it a little more slowly than a man’s John… Just keep reading what I tell you, like you have been…”

“Mary, why don’t you just tell me what to do?”

“We’ll get there John, but you have to learn to read what a woman’s body is telling you. You won’t always be with a woman who’s comfortable expressing in words what she wants… but every woman will tell you with her body.”

“You women sure are complex…”

Mary’s laugh caught in her throat as John’s hand slid down her belly to trace a tingling path down over her pubis, his fingers lightly tracing her lips. “You’ve got such a nice touch John…” Mary said as his fingers continued to coax her wetness from her depths. A slightly increased pressure separated her lips to release her moisture, his finger tracing a path from just below her clit to just above her hole.

“Ohh John…” a quiet sigh, John’s finger crossed over her clit. “John! Gentle, build me up slowly, too sensitive…” Mary said as her body pulled up from the bed. 

John laughed quietly. “I figured that out all by myself Mary…”

Mary took his fingers under hers and showed John how to apply just the right pressure on her clit, through the clitoral hood. She showed him how to lessen the sensation enough, using the clitoral hood as a muffle, how to trace the small circles that felt so good, how to gently flick her clit back and forth beneath his fingers, from side to side.

John knew he was having success as Mary spread her legs wider, as wide as they would go, giving him unlimited access to her pleasure center. He pressed slightly harder, the speed of his circles increasing as her expression tensed. Her muscles all beginning to twitch as her crescendo approached and John watched Mary’s face, the expression one of almost pain, as she neared the edge. Mary threw her head back raising her body off the bed and once again her hand clenched the sheet, this time pulling against it, pulling the sheet up, pulling it off the mattress, the muscles of her arm clearly defined, the tendons of her hands taught, knuckles turning white. Mary had thrown both arms wide, both legs spread wide, both hands grasping at the sheet, and her body convulsed, pulling her head up off the pillow, once, then again, and again as the pulses of sensation raced through Mary’s body.

The sounds that erupted from Mary’s body were the most amazing sounds he’d ever heard. She started off with a low rumble in her chest, almost a purring, which rose in both volume and tone to almost a wail. When her body began to convulse her breath burst from her in time with each convulsion. John had heard some awesome things in his relatively short life, seen some really wild things as well, but never had he seen and heard anything even remotely as intense as what he’d just witnessed.

“Oh god John… That felt so good baby… so fucking good… ohh….” 

John chuckled and said “Mary, could you call me darling, or lover or anything other than baby?”

Mary laughed out loud. “John! Of course honey, lover, I’m so sorry…” but it was said with such an amused tone of voice. “Ok John are you ready for the next level?”

“Absolutely!” and John began to slide up over her body. 

“No John… Patience. I want you to feel inside of me. I want you to find the spot that really makes me feel good, the one your cock drags against each time you’ll thrust into me. If you know where it is it’ll make it easier for you to know how to adjust your thrusts to maximize pleasure for both you and the girl.




Mary Ch. 02



John was definitely digging this. Never had he thought he’d have a teacher so willing, he realized just how lucky he was, how few men ever get this type of education.

He slid his finger inside of Mary. 

“Now John, rub the walls of my pussy… No no lover, start just inside the opening and stroke… think of it as a clock, stroke each hour and then once you make the full rotation, start again only a little deeper.”

John’s finger pulled out so only the fingertip was inside Mary. He sat up so he could watch his finger and rubbed Mary’s soft inner walls gently. On his third rotation he got a reaction. He found the fleshy spot inside, essentially behind Mary’s clit, separated by her pubic bone. He got an almost instant reaction as his finger passed over it, enough reaction that he moved his finger back to the spot.

“Ooh yes! There John… that’s it,” was Mary’s totally unnecessary, quiet but very intense reaction. John looked at her face only to realize that this was not instruction. This was reaction. John continued to rub her G spot as he leaned over to take her clit between his lips. Sucking gently, caressing gently with his tongue, now direct contact, but softly, only with the lubricated tip of his tongue. He felt Mary’s pussy walls begin to grasp at this fingers, felt her hands take his head, pulling him tighter against her crotch, hands entangling in his hair.

Her words were nothing but unintelligible sounds but each sounds spoke volumes as John continued to drive Mary to an enormous climax. This was a whole body orgasm, involving every muscle, every fiber of her being.  Mary’s hips left the bed as she thrust her pussy and clit against the source of her pleasure. John’s head bobbing and weaving to continue to keep contact, her hands pulling him so hard against her that his lips felt almost bruised.

The incredible sounds that he loved were cut off to a muted cacophony as her thighs slapped closed over his ears, but the vibration of her body, as wave after wave of orgasmic delighted invaded every cell of her being, spoke volumes.

Slowly the orgasm passed. Her body relaxing, her chest rising and falling to her labored breathing rhythm. Mary’s thighs released John’s head so he could now look at her face again. He had never seen such self-absorbed satisfaction, and he realized that the teacher was happy. Not quite an apple but he thought she’d be happy with that.

He slid up her body, desperately wanting to feel those soft, wet pussy walls enveloping his cock. He rubbed the head of his inflamed cock against the lips of her pussy, pushed his weight up in a pushup and looked inquisitively into Mary’s eyes. He saw a twinkle he’d never seen before and she shook her head yes.

“Now John…” a whisper as she lifted her hips to take the first bit of his cock into her body. His hips pushed forward, her wetness and multiple orgasms having loosened her to the point where he slid full length into her. Her hips rose to meet his thrust. Quickly they settled into a rhythm as old and instinctive as breathing. John could feel Mary’s pussy griping him on the outstroke, as if her insides were reticent to release him, and to fluff on his in stroke. He could envision her walls wrapping themselves around his cock as they had during her orgasm around his finger.

Mary’s head lolled from side to side, her groans constant, the combination of sound and sensation quickly overcoming his resolve to last as long as he could. It felt like only minutes and hours simultaneously. The only thing that mattered was Mary’s rise beneath him the fluttering of her pussy taking him over the edge, into the blissful place where the only cognizant thought is the breathing of your lover, and the intense tingles that have over taken your body. The gripping, grasping pulses of her pussy pushed him to join Mary in orgasm, his cock spurting his seed deep within her. His hard staff, grown to its full length, to probe Mary’s depths, depositing his thick white cum with every shocking, shuddering thrust.

John slowly collapsed onto Mary, feeling her hard nipples and supple breasts against his chest. He started to roll over, to release Mary from his weight but she held him tight… 

“Don’t move lover, let me feel your weight for just a moment.”

John rested for a minute or two and as he heard Mary’s breathing fall into the steady pattern of one deeply relaxing, if not sleeping. He slowly slid off to the side. With his arm over her possessively, he drifted into the deep sleep of the very satisfied.

John walked out of the door expecting to see Sally’s car and was surprised to see Amber waiting for him. He opened the back door, dropped his backpack in the back seat and settled in the soft cushion of the older sedan. “Hey Amber, where’s Sally?”

“She couldn’t make it, something she had to do with her folks. I thought we could go anyway… Is that ok?” 

“Sure, I was really looking forward to getting out into the woods. A hike sounds like a great idea. Where are we going?”

“I know this really great place, it’s a pretty long walk but it’s very remote, I’ve never seen anyone else there and it’s so beautiful, you’ll like it, I promise.”

“What happened to Bob? We gonna pick him up on the way?”

“Bob and I aren’t… umm, an item anymore… Uhh we’re not speaking…”

“Oh yeah? What happened…”

“We got into an argument… I guess you could say… the last time I saw him, at your house.” John looked at Amber and saw her cheeks flush.

“His loss…” John said as he looked forward through the windshield. Now it was his turn to blush as Amber glanced at him while she drove.

The car left the outskirts to drive through the trees on the old country road that rose into the foothills. The trees grew close to the side of the road and the two fell into a comfortable silence as Amber maneuvered carefully on the increasingly tight turns. She pulled off the side of the road into a small opening in the guardrail. As she drove deeper into the trees the road opened into a clearing. Amber stopped the car and got out as John looked around.

“How the hell did you find this place?” John asked as he picked up his backpack. The sun was bright as it rose to the pinnacle of the day, strong, hot. 

“My car overheated one day and when I came down this path looking for water I found this clearing.”

“Oh, cool. This is really beautiful.” John, looking around him, peered into the woods that surrounded them. The woods looked cool, inviting, shaded. The trees rose high above them in all directions but it seemed that the leaves above filtered out enough light to suppress the growth of weeds and shrubs in the woods. The floor seemed surprising clear once clear of the ring of bushes and undergrowth growing at the edge of the clearing. “Which way do we go?”

“It’s kind of a long walk… You ready? This way.”

Amber set a brisk pace, not too aggressive but aggressive enough for John to realize that Amber was in pretty good shape. Although John kept himself in pretty good shape it took some concentration to keep up with her. As he walked behind her his gaze fell to her ankles… Trim, slender, nicely tapered into calves that showed the exertion of walking up and down the hills that they traversed. The trees shaded the majority of their walk so John remained comfortable in his T shirt and shorts.

They rose over the crest of a hill and Amber came into a stop. John was busy admiring Amber’s physique, his thoughts deeply buried in the fact that Amber wasn’t really heavier than he usually liked she just hid a pretty nice physique under some pretty bulky clothes. Even the T-shirt she wore was loose hiding what was underneath pretty well. John bumped into Amber as she stopped and she laughed at him as she caught her balance.

“John! You goof! We’re almost there, see that clearing down there? With the stream running through it, that pool of water? That’s where we’re going…”

John looked where she was pointing but Amber could tell by the expression on his face he didn’t see it. What John saw was an unending expanse of trees that extended down the valley in front of them and then up the other side to disappear in the distance of the growing mountains that stretched in front of him. Amber put her arm around his shoulder tugging his head down close to hers as she pointed down into the valley. “Down there John, see the dark green between the trees? That’s the pool, see the big rock there?”

John had a hard time concentrating, her breasts rubbing against his arm in what he knew had to be a completely innocent touch. She had the most amazing smell. This smell exuded sex, sensuality, something John couldn’t explain. He may not be able to explain it but he sure did feel it. He was struggling with the desire to say he hadn’t seen it so he could stay close to this woman and the desire to say he saw it to avoid appearing to be stupid. He did actually see the rock, peeking out between the trees, sun beating down on it in a seeming sea of trees.

“Yeah I see it… Doesn’t look that far away.”

“Lets go.” And Amber took off at her typical pace. John had an overwhelming feeling of loss as she almost dropped out of site on her trek down the steep slope through the trees. John made his way down the hill, mostly keeping his feet until finally he came back up behind Amber as she slipped her arms out of her backpack. The action only served to highlight her breasts as she arched her back. John really tried to avert his gaze but when he looked up at Amber’s face to find out she caught him looking he couldn’t help but blush.

“God! This place is awesome!”

Looking up stream John watched the cool water flowing in the tortured path that all mountain streams do, negotiating around the rocks that tried to block the water’s path. The sound of the water was so peaceful, not the rushing roar of water battling to dig a path but the subtle trickle of water at peace with the path that history has provided. He watched as the water dropped a couple of feet into the pool, falling quietly in a smooth surfaced, almost clear curtain, the water of the pool giving in graciously to the invasion of the new water. John looked the other way and saw the pool give way to a wide expanse of stream that instantly created images of laying in an inner tube, not going anywhere but drifting slowly on the currents. 

The trees provided a high roof to the whole area with an opening created only over the pool, the sun shining like a searchlight on the rock, the focal point of the landscape, the only invasion to the perfectly round shape of the pool, half on the shore, the other half acting like a shelf out over the water. As John peered into the woods he could see the sunlight poking through the trees, the humidity highlighting the shafts of sun that found their individual way through the carpet of leaves at the treetops.

“This place is so awesome! Amber thanks for bringing me here.”

“Ready for a swim?” Amber asked as she pulled her T-shirt over her head. The contrast of the light blue and white striped bikini top to her golden brown, tanned skin was so startling the John couldn’t help but stare. She turned as she slid her shorts down her hips leaving her dressed only in the bikini, she ran out the rock and leapt into the water. John looked off the end of the rock and saw her kicking to get back to the surface. 

“Water’s great Come on in!” Amber called.

John pulled his shirt over his head, kicked his shoes off and jumped off the rock. The water was refreshingly cool as he entered feet first but obviously heated by the sun. It was also very deep as John looked down as he came to a stop and began to float back up to the surface that looked deceptively far above his head, and could not see anything in the depths. As John broke the surface Amber was swimming to the far side of the pool towards what looked to be a small sandy beach and John swam over to her.

As his feet made contact with the bottom and he pulled himself up standing waist deep in the cool water Amber splashed him, the water hitting perfectly in his mouth setting John off to a spluttering fit as he choked up the water that went down the wrong pipe. Amber rushed over to him patting him on the back as he caught his breath. 

“John, I’m so sorry!” Amber said with real concern in her voice.

“You’re in trouble now woman!” John said laughing as he hooked his calf behind hers and gave her a gentle shove, sending her sprawling back into the water… when her head again broke the surface she was laughing and lunged out at John like a jaguar attacking its prey from its spot hidden in a tree. She wrapped her arms around John’s neck as they fell over backwards into the water and they rolled over in the water each of them trying to gain superiority. John’s strength was more than a match for Amber’s but Amber was surprisingly quick and agile, making the tussle more of a challenge than John would’ve thought possible.

John finally managed to get his feet under him and as he stood up with Amber’s arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. They found themselves in an unexpectedly intimate embrace, John’s face only inches from Ambers. They were both breathing hard from their exertions, Amber’s breasts mashed into John’s chest. They stood there for a moment or two neither of them really knowing what to do. The expression on Amber’s face questioning.

“John?” she said quietly. “Why are you always so distant?”

John was not prepared for the question. His eyes watched her mouth form the words but never did make out what she was saying; he was completely lost in the question of whether her lips were as soft as they appeared. Almost as if under remote control John’s head leaned forward and he found the answer as their lips touched, pressure growing slowly her lips opening, his tongue slipping in to find her playful tongue. She suckled gently on his bottom lip, an act he found so sensuous he knew it was only a matter of time.

Amber adjusted in John’s arms half supported by the water as John felt her crotch slide across his growing member, finally settling when his cock fit comfortably along her slit. John could feel her nipples pressing against his chest as she pulled him tighter against him. Her head fell to his shoulder and she whispered breathily in his ear, “I’ll never be able to tell you how long I’ve wanted this to happen.”

John, between kisses on her exposed neck, said, “I thought you were nuts for Bob… I was always afraid to… well to ask you out or something.”

Amber had a playful sound to her voice as she replied, “I had to finally do it for you didn’t I you chicken,” and she laughed as she pushed against his chest to fall back into the water.  “Bet you can’t catch me!” and she began to swim away from him toward the waterfall. John caught her ankle just as she entered the curtain of water and she pulled him through. Under the water was a shelf almost as if nature decided that a bench should be placed there.

John pulled himself out of the water and marveled at the softness of the moss that had grown there. Amber looked John directly in the eyes. “I told Sally not to come.” And before John could respond she took John’s head in her hands pulling him towards her dissolving into another passionate kiss. John’s hands trailed up her side, feeling the side of her breast against his wrist as he wrapped her into an embrace. She pulled him back with her as she lay down, John ending up once again in that crevice between her legs, supporting his weight above the waist on his arms, but pressing firmly against her pelvis.

“John, please…” No misunderstanding whether she was saying please stop or please yes as her hips wriggled under him, the softness of her womanhood pleasingly encased in her swim suit. John leaned down to kiss her once again, cutting off any further opportunity for Amber to talk. His hands went up to her neck, pulled loose the string, and trailing kisses over the incredibly skin of her chest slid down to encircle her nipple with gentle kisses. Her body moved to try to force contact between his lips and her nipple but John, continued to tease.

Finally John took Ambers nipple into his mouth suckling while his finger took her other nipple between forefinger and thumb, gently teasing the nipple, tugging, coaxing it into full hardness. His hand came up to cup her breast as his mouth continued to send sensations through her body at a lever she had never felt before. She heard herself but it seemed as if it was from afar. Her hips had taken over, making gentle rocking sounds pushing rhythmically against John’s inflamed cock.

He slid down, once again trailing kisses over a surprisingly flat stomach, his tongue to dallying for a short time at her navel. His mouth settled over the tendons that attached her legs to her body, his hands pulling her swimsuit bottoms down over her hips, hooking it with his foot and pulling it off with his foot. His leg bending he reached behind himself and grabbed it, laying it on the moss covered shelf behind Ambers head. 

His hands rubbed the insides of Ambers legs his mouth suckling gently everywhere but the one point that Amber desperately wanted him to suckle. Her legs dropped wide her crotch moving trying to catch the pleasure that always seemed to elude her. Her head dropped back as his lips captured her clit sucking gently, enveloping the pea sized cluster of nerves in a bath of warmth.

His fingers began to separate her lips tracing the edge of her opening. His finger tips just slightly falling into to her hole, amazed at the warm moisture seeping from within. John penetrated her softly, his finger following the procedure he was taught, hesitating as her pussy went through the rhythmic contractions that he recently learned to associate with a small orgasm. He wanted Amber to feel the pleasure of the deep orgasm he was taught to give by Mary. His finger continued to search, finally finding the slightly rough patch, different than Mary’s but the same. He could hear Amber’s cries of passion as she rose on another orgasmic peak and he concentrated on her special spot as he had been taught. 

Her hips came up pressing her clit harder against his mouth, her pussy walls collapsing in the now familiar contractions of a full body deep vaginal orgasm. John looked up as he continued to lick wanting to give Amber the most pleasure he could, to make up for every unsatisfying experience this wonderful creature had ever experienced. His ministrations slowed as her orgasm passed leaving her quivering slightly, only to speed up as another orgasmic wave grew. 

Her body tensed, again rising to bridge between her shoulders and her heels digging into the moss covered rock. John actually lost contact with her clit as her body shook, going through several entire body convulsions, her head back, her butt now down as her chest heaved, her shoulders being pulled up, almost appearing as if it was against their will, thrusting her breast out, her hard nipples standing proudly in full erection on the quivering tips.

John slid up on Ambers body again trailing light kisses as he progressed upwards. Amber was shaking slightly with the aftershocks of her orgasm her body completely flat, her legs limply spread wide her arms fallen to her side. John’s face went to the side of her neck kissing the relaxing flesh and his hard cock rubbed along the length of her slit. Amber reached between their bodies to rub the length of him, to pull his shorts down and guide his staff to her opening. Still groaning, whimpering she grunted in a burst of pleasure as the crown of his cock entered her. He pushed gently in and out, a little deeper with each thrust until he was deeply buried inside of her. He began the gentle thrust, emotion filled thrusts as he realized how deeply he cared for this woman. It came as a total surprise to him and the shock of the realization aided him in staving off the orgasm he thought was imminent.




Mary Ch. 02



Amber met each stroke with her body, her legs spread wide, body completely open to his pleasure. They feel into a mutual rhythm quickly and John listened to her breathing, felt her responding body, felt the increasing tension as she neared her crisis. He was confident that he could hold off until she had come at least twice, and was surprised when the fluttering walls of her orgasming pussy claimed his seed. The pleasure surprised him as his cock reared through each pulsing shot of his crescendo. His breath held as his orgasm took every ounce of energy in his body, holding himself rigid as Amber continued to run her soft fluttering wet pussy up and down his length, her legs pulling her hips up forcing his cock deep inside of her to drop again, to once again clench herself to him.

As the tension left John’s body so did it leave Amber’s. Amber laid her head back as John allowed only enough weight for Amber to feel to settle down onto her, making her feel safe, enveloped, even loved perhaps. 

“Oh my god!” was the first words to leave either of them and both of them simultaneously and they began to laugh in the comfort that can only be found between two who have tasted the pinnacle of passion together and to know that they both lost control.

“I’m getting cold” Amber said as she slipped off the shelf back into the water, disappearing under the curtain of falling water. John grabbed their clothes and followed her breaking the surface to find her pulling herself out onto the rock in the sun. He swam to their backpacks and walked to the rock carrying them, pulling a large towel out for Amber to lay on. 

“Want to go explore a little?” John asked as he pulled on his cold wet clothing. 

“I don’t want to put that wet stuff on.”

“We could explore naked if you want.”

“Nah, I’m going to lay here in the sun and warm up a while… Go explore if you want, really its ok.”

Although John was very enticed by Amber’s smile and attractive pose, his curiosity won out. “I’m just going to walk up stream a little. I’ll be back in just a few minutes ok?”

“I’ll be fine John, have fun. I’ll be waiting for you.”

John turned and started to walk up stream, around the rocks that made the gentle waterfall, along the banks of the little stream. Very soon Amber lost sight of him as he stooped to investigate the things in the stream or to pick up a rock and throw it in a pool, remembering his youth when he could’ve spent an entire day doing nothing but throw rocks into the stream. Amber smiled to herself thinking of John’s intense stare when he really concentrated on something, and comparing it with the childlike delight he got from the simple act of throwing a rock.

She pulled her sun lotion from her back and began spreading it on her legs, and her stomach. As she spread the lotion and rubbed it into the skin of her still bared breasts her nipples hardened and her thoughts turned to their recent coupling. She was astounded at well John seemed to know her body. He touched just the right places at just the right times. She had a brief flash to the last bout with Bob, the one that lead up to the demise of their relationship. He seemed so damned selfish, and John on the other hand seemed so selfless.

She thought about the complications that would arise if she and John became serious, John’s friendship with Bob would definitely complicate the issue. But, she really wanted to experience John again, and again, and again. She wanted to get to know what he thought about when he went into his distant phase. Was he tuning out or just in thought. What made him tick. He definitely found out what made her tick and fast.

She thought about how he seemed to know just how long to tease, when to suck, when to penetrate. His fingers seemed to be searching, but they found the right spots so quickly and they provided just the right amount of pressure. He seemed so fascinated by her orgasm, she had never been observed so closely before.

As her hands continued to spread the lotion across her stomach they crept up to cup her breasts. The tingles began to emanate throughout her body and she smiled knowing only she had ever sparked her desire more effectively than John. Her hand traveled down her abdomen, spreading the lubrication lotion, delving down between her legs to apply a circular motion on her clit with a gentle pressure. Her head fell back and she thought to herself, ‘I can’t believe I’m still horney after cumming so hard.’ But she didn’t stop caressing.

John walked quietly back down stream towards the pool looking down into the water of the stream as he walked. When he looked up he saw a vision he never expected to see. Amber was stretched out on the towel, her toes were pointed, her back arched, her hand making rhythmical circles between her legs. John couldn’t actually see her fingers but could see the muscles of her arm moving back and forth. She looked like the absolute vision of beauty, surrounded by the dark greens of the woods but highlighted by the spotlight of the sun. John was torn by the desire to run up and join in and the desire to stand here and observe. She was the absolute vision of sensuality.

John quietly walked closer, taking care to step only on rocks and sand to remain absolutely silent. He finally climber quietly onto the rock to look down at Amber. Her eyes were closed and she continued on her relentless climb to orgasm. As she began to shudder, her nipples distended, her breasts taught with impending crescendo, she opened her eyes to see John standing there with that intense concentrating look. 

She was too close to stop. 

“ohhh fuck…” she said as her head once again dropped and John watched the ripples of pleasure emanate through her body from the central point of her clit like the waves caressing the surface of the water after the crash of a rock. 

“Don’t stop Amber…” John said as he dropped his shorts exposing his raging erection and kneeled between her legs. He slid his fingers into her to caress her spot and she instantly took off over another peak. John was fascinated by the total collapse of the inner walls of her pussy, almost as if they were trying to push his finger out, but her hips pressed forward trying to continue the ministration his fingers were offering. 

“ohh! Oh god! Ohh… yesss.. yes baby ohh!” her cries fell off almost to a whisper then once again rose to announce her next crescendo. She finally settled once again allowing her shoulders to fall back to a position of rest and total relaxation.

As her breathing returned to normal the hue of her chest and cheeks began to redden more and more. “I can’t believe I did that… I was thinking… and the sun lotion… and… Oh god I’m so embarrassed.”

“Amber! Relax…  That was the most sensuous thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t be embarrassed. Lets make a pact. If we’re ever together and you… or I… feel the need to umm do that… I don’t think we should be umm… inhibited. Do you?”

“Put your money where your mouth is then…” her intention obvious as John lay next her, now his turn for the color to rise in his cheeks. 

“Ok then I will.” A little too defiant but reasonable under the circumstances. John reached down and began to caress his cock, his hand wrapping around his girth, stroking the full length in long languorous strokes. He rolled over onto his back and Amber rose to her knees sliding up between his legs, observing with the same intense gaze that John had had only minutes before.

As the pleasure grew John’s hand accelerated and it was obvious from his retracting testicles and the movement of him hips that his spending as near. Amber leaned over to gently run her fingers over the tight sack of John’s testicles as they prepared to fire his semen. She ran her finger lower and slid it over the tightened ring of John’s anus; her residual lubricant from her pleasure sufficient enough to lubricate the tip of her finger. Cause and effect. The moment her finger penetrated his tightened ring, her other hand caressing his testicles, he lost it. The intense pleasure was just a little too much for him and his hips thrust as his cock began to spurt his seed over his chest.

His hand continued to stroke his cock, his cum flowing down over his fingers to lubricate his strokes as his orgasm came to a close. Amber leaned over to lick his chest, suckling at his nipple as she tasted his salty cum on her tongue. 

“I’ve never watched that before…”

“No one has…” said John and Amber laughed.

“Our pact has been made then, and sealed with an orgasm.” And then laughing Amber said, “just don’t get me arrested. Promise?”

She held his arm as she settled next to him, her fingers toying with the congealing cum on his chest as his breathing dropped off to a slumbering pace. They were both so content resting in the warmth of the sun, closed off from outside influence, their own little paradise, if only for a short time.

To be continued…