3 comments/ 40755 views/ 9 favorites May I? By: the_lovebunny May I? I've been thinking of your long, thick dick all day. Imagining you stroking it in front of me. Watching your hand travel its length as it grows even longer, harder. I can see a drop of precum on the head and I'm licking my lips already. Come here baby, let me take care of you. I start on your neck with that spot behind your ear that I know you like. I move to your earlobe, sucking softly, biting gently. Down to your chest and your responsive nipples. Licking them until they stand erect too. I move down your chest to your navel. My tongue tracing circles around it before I continue the southern path to my prize. I brace myself by holding onto your thighs as I balance on my heels with my thighs open, happy to finally have my face in your lap. When I nuzzle your balls with my nose, you take a step apart. I lick them delicately, listening to your deep sigh. I know your head has fallen back and your eyes are closed. Time to begin. I suck your left nut into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue. Applying slight pressure with my lips while I hold you gently. I release it and lick the delicate skin beneath your sac before taking your right nut on a pleasure tour. I return to the bottom of your sac and place my tongue, broad and flat and begin a slow journey across the full length of you. From your balls to the mushroom shaped tip, again leaking precum. I repeat the motion, each time rewarded with the milky, salty, sweet substance. I take your smooth head into my mouth, moving my wet tongue along the sensitive underside. I run my tongue up and down the shaft, placing gentle kisses every inch. Enjoying the taste and feel of you. My hand at the base of your thick penis, I hold you in place as I lick just the head. Every few strokes taking the full head into my warm, wet mouth. You groan and I agree, that's enough teasing. I move my mouth slowly down onto your shaft and keep going lower until I feel your soft, curly hair touch my nose. I breathe through my nose and relax my throat to combat the reflex your lengthy penis triggers. I swallow carefully several times, tickling your head and massaging your shaft with my throat. I come up for air, sucking and pressing down with my lips. I slide back onto your dick, adjusting the angle of my head to better accommodate your size and shape. Keeping my lips tight, I pull up - sucking as I go. No longer swallowing, I want to keep it nice and wet inside my mouth. Sucking, pulling, pressing, lowering slowly to do it all I again, I work my mouth until my jaws begin to ache. I grip your ass as the bulbous head of your dick, now shiny with my saliva, again slides between my lips. I remember the angle I'd found earlier and slide my mouth noisily over your shaft. I begin shaking my head side to side as if to say "No" while I hear you whisper "Oh Hell yeah." I'm sucking you fast and hard and I can feel your balls tighten and pull closer to your body. That's it, Baby. You grab handfuls of my hair and pull me into you. Your dick slides easily down my throat and you grind against my face. "Aw fuck, I'm going to cum." This is so hot. My pussy is dripping and I have to touch myself. Because of the liquid abundance, you can hear my hand in my pussy. Damn, I'm close too. You continue to fuck my face as I finger fuck myself. Your dick is rock hard and I know any second I'll taste your cum. My pussy is tingling as my orgasm approaches. You can feel the vibrations from my moans on every inch of your dick and it takes you over the edge. I feel hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat and reflexively swallow. You become still as I suck methodically, milking you of every last delicious drop. You pull me up cautiously as both of us attempt to stand on shaky legs. I put my hand to your lips and you savor the taste of my pussy as we begin to kiss. The look in your eyes says it all. And you are most welcome. May I? Thank you for those who read and gave comments. À Lui. --------------------------------------- "Baby?" "In here," she called out. He wandered into the room in which she stood, frowning. She glanced up as he approached her. "I narrowed it down to two, but I still can't decide! I mean, do we want this one or that? Oh! Or how about that one? I swear, this is harder to figure out than that stupid Rubik's cube!" "You mean the one that I finished in ten minutes?" he teased. She stuck out her tongue. "The one and the same. I still say you cheated." She nodded at the paper bag in his hand. "Bagels. I'll put these in the kitchen and then we'll just flip for it." "Sounds good." With her reply, he turned from her and began padding to the kitchen. "May I?" He spun around at the question, startled to find her standing near him, the bag of bagels still in his hand. "May you what?" "May I?" she repeated, moving even closer. Her breasts barely touched his chest. He shrugged, confusion still written on his face. "I suppose." She smiled and took the bag from him. Tossing it on the table, she closed the gap between them. Stretching up, her lips hovering over his, she asked, "May I?" He nodded. She lightly kissed him, feeling his mouth open to her. She darted her tongue to the corner of his lip, feeling him do the same. She sighed as their kiss deepened, their tongues playing her favourite game of tag. She could feel his arms begin to move to crush her against him. Reluctantly she nipped his bottom lip and muttered, "May I?" "Yes." She moved her lips down his neck, exploring his collarbone, inhaling his unique scent. Not being able to resist, she flicked her tongue out for a brief taste. Her fingers slowly undid his shirt, kissing the exposed skin of each undone button. She lingered at his chest, her tongue teasing his nipple, holding the nub lightly with her teeth. Slowly moving her way down, she tugged his shirt from his belt and pushed it completely open. She teased his belly button, dipping her tongue into the dimple. She knelt. Glancing up, she caught his gaze. She quietly asked, "May I?" "You may." Smiling to herself, she casually undid his belt and opened his jeans. Kissing above the waistband of his boxers, she pushed his pants down, the garment pooling around his ankles. As he stood there in his boxers, she moved her lips lower, wetting the material as she licked around him, sucking the fabric between her teeth, feeling him grow harder. Biting her bottom lip, she slowly pulled his underwear down, and settled on her knees more comfortably, gazing, almost reverently, at him. His shaft twitched in front of her. Lightly licking her lips, she whispered, "May I?" Hardly waiting for his affirmation, she nuzzled his crotch, breathing in deep his scent. Her mouth watered. Gently kissing the skin, she lightly tongued him, barely touching him. She felt him move his hands to her head, his fingers weaving in her hair, digging into her scalp. Grasping the base, she rubbed her lips over him before dragging her tongue over his length, her tongue swirling at the tip. She gently poked at his hole, craving that taste, needing more. With a soft moan, she parted her lips and slipped his head into her waiting mouth. She lightly sucked, her tongue circling his crown, her mouth bathing him as she worked his length into her throat. She stopped and glanced up, her cheeks hollow and her mouth full of him. She smiled around his shaft and slowly slid her head down, until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Working her throat muscles, she massaged him. She felt his hands tighten in her hair. Reaching back with her knuckle, she gently cupped his balls, her other hand on his ass, drawing him deeper into her. She groaned as she felt him jerk. She slowly bobbed her head, her tongue flicking his tip as her lips memorised his texture and veins. She raised her eyes, and catching his own, winked as she moved her head faster, taking him deeper into her throat, her groans vibrating against his shaft. Her mouth plunged down onto him, her tongue working at his weak spot. Her nails dug into his skin, pulling him deeper, as if she was trying to swallow him whole. She moaned as she felt his muscles tighten, his fingers twisting in her hair, pulling her onto him. She sucked mercilessly, his hips thrusting hard into her mouth; she yearned for his release, craved to be fed, needed his pleasure. Looking up, she wordless told him of her want, her lips tight around him. He pushed her head down onto him, and with a loud groan, music to her ears, she felt the pulses of his release and tasted his pleasure. Her lips tight around him she sucked hard as he emptied himself deep into her hungry mouth. Slumping slightly, he pulled from her. She sat back on her heels and glanced up. Slowly, she clasped her hands behind her back, throwing her shoulders straight and pushing her breasts out. Her gaze never wavering from his, she deliberately tilted her head back and opened her mouth, his cum pooled at the bottom of her throat, threatening to spill out. Her eyes pleaded her burning desire for him, her face begging him the question. She remained motionless on her knees, waiting for his response. He nodded. "You may." At the sound of his voice, she swallowed, her eyes briefly closing as his addicting flavour slid down her throat. Pawing her face, she caught a drop at the corner of her mouth and sucked her finger clean. Leaning forward, she languidly licked him, her tongue snaking to find any last taste of him. When she was satisfied, she slowly stood up, and pressed her body against his. She nestled into his neck for a moment, and pressing her lips against him, she tasted his slightly salty skin, before settling against his shoulder. She breathed him in, feeling his heart beat against her chest, her nipples brushing against him. They stood there for a sigh of a moment. Stretching up, she placed her lips to his ear and purred, "Thank you. Thank you for feeding me." May I Borrow Some Salt Please? "May I borrow some salt, please?" Bianca Jackson pulled up to the cabin. As she turned off the engine she leaned back and closed her eyes briefly, allowing the silence to speak. With a sigh she finally stirred from the vehicle. It was late afternoon, about three o'clock, yet there was a nip in the air. It was always like this at Holywell National Park located high in the hills above the city of Kingston. The forty five minute drive had been a breeze as usual. The last time she had been here was just a few weeks before with a group of rambunctious grade ten students for a study weekend. It was very rare that she ended up being here on her own. She had been coming here for years now and had always been promising herself a getaway outside of her job. Finally she was now able to fulfill said promise. She walked to the trunk and popped it open. She lifted out her suitcase first of all, lugging it to the front door of cabin three. She then went back for the box of food supplies she had stopped to get in Liguanea. She knew that she would be going back with at least half of it when the week was up but it was always good to have more than less. She slammed the trunk down before hefting the box into her arms and placing it beside the suitcase. Her final trip to the car was to retrieve her laptop and purse as well as the key she had collected from the ranger station at the front gate. The brief exercise caused her to break into a light sweat in spite of the chilly temperature. She fanned her face briefly, tossing her black, waist length box braids behind her in the process. She took another moment to lean against her car and take in the view beneath her. Her light brown eyes had a hint of sadness about them as she lost herself for a few moments. She pulled her jeans jacket a little closer around her as a strong gust of wind whipped her hair around. Her eyes contrasted perfectly with her light brown skin which was often said to be the shade of French vanilla. She was an average person with average weight and height. She was no raving beauty to write home about in her opinion. But others saw a curvaceous buxom woman who looked at least ten years younger than her actual forty. With a sigh she walked up the steps to the cabin once more and opened the door. With much effort she got her belongings in and proceeded to unpack. She stocked the kitchen as well as set up her laptop. Wireless was non-existent but she had taken along several movies to keep her entertained. She looked around at the open space in the loft like layout of the cabin. Yes. This would suit her for the week. Up here there was no one to look at her pityingly, no one to tell her that she was better off without him, no one to tell her that she should pick up her life and move on. Up here she could just be herself, wounded and limping. She could cry if she wanted to and there would be no one around that she would need to hide it from. She glanced at the fireplace and realized there was no wood. Roger had told her that if she needed she simply had to come by the station and get some. The walk and exercise would do her good anyway. She locked up the cabin and began the five minute walk to the station. *** Derron Williams frowned as he saw the car in the shared parking space. He had been looking forward to having the property all to himself which was one of the reasons he had opted to check in during the week. He brought his pickup to a stop as close to the door of Cabin two as was possible. He took a deep breath in before he got out and started to unload. He was a lanky fellow just a little over six feet. His complexion was almost the shade of charcoal and bore evidence to his maroon heritage. The most striking thing about him were his grey eyes which contrasted sharply with his complexion. He slammed the door shut as he retrieved his belongings and headed up the steps to the front door of cabin two. This break was a long time coming. The funeral had taken place over two weeks ago but with all the things to be sorted out among he and his siblings he had only just managed to slip away for the well needed solitude. At age forty two he was the youngest of his mother's six children yet somehow the brunt of the burden of the past two months had fallen on him. He had shouldered it like the man he was and his mother was buried and at rest. To hell with the rest of his deadbeat family. They thought he was a veritable gold mine because he was the most educated and had the best of jobs among them. He thought that family was family and should stick together through thick and thin, no matter what. The last straw had been his brother hinting at the fact that he had little need for any part of the insurance money which had been left in the will and they could just split it five ways. He had seen red and simply taken his share and kicked them out of his house where they had all been staying. Holywell was his oasis. He had been coming here since he was a child and could still remember the first time he had spent the night camping. He sighed again as he lugged his things into the cabin. Immediately he plugged in the refrigerator and gave it a few minutes before loading it with the supplies he had brought. He was anxious to take a quick walk along his favorite trail before it got dark. With that being said he locked up the cabin and headed down the trail that started below cabin three. Bianca huffed and puffed as she made the trek back to her cabin with an ample supply of firewood in tow. She had managed to work up a sweat and had since removed her jacket to reveal her well toned arms. The jacket tied around her waist managed to emphasize her tiny waist and broad hips which swung with each step she took. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the cabins come into view and got a new burst of energy. She just wanted to get into her cabin. She frowned briefly as she passed the truck that was now parked next to her car. So she was going to have a neighbor after all. Well no biggie. As long as they didn't get into her space she would be fine. She climbed the steps and dropped her load rather unceremoniously in front of the door. She quickly opened up and with some effort managed to get the logs inside. Just as she was closing the door she heard footsteps. The sound seemed to be getting nearer and nearer so she stepped onto the veranda waiting expectantly, thinking it was one of the rangers who usually came to check up on her. As the figure rounded the bend she opened her mouth in greeting. It froze on her lips as the person she came face to face with was certainly not a park ranger. Derron felt as if the life was coming back into his body. The short walk had done him good and he was feeling revived. He rounded the corner of the trail back up to the cabin and made eye contact with one of the most gorgeous women he had seen in a long time. She was absolutely stunning. She looked to be about five feet six or so and was curvy in all the right places just as he liked them. Her skin was light which was further emphasized by the black tank top she wore. He felt her eyes on him as he approached. She was standing on the verandah of cabin three so she must be the neighbor. As he walked by he lifted his hand in greeting. "Hi." "Hello." She abruptly turned and walked inside the cabin, waiting until he had passed by completely before closing the door. Derron frowned briefly then shrugged. It seemed as if his neighbor wanted her privacy as much as he wanted his. He made his way up to his cabin and entered quickly, closing the door behind him as his neighbor had done. *** With the dark came the chill typical of the mountains and chilly it was indeed. Bianca had showered just as the sun started to set and padded around in sweats and socks. She had the oven going as she made macaroni and cheese from scratch while the stove top sizzled with four pieces of chicken. She had a bottle of Smirnoff Black Ice chilling in the freezer and some R and B playing softly from her lap top. She hummed along with the tunes as she lifted the chicken out of the pan and put it to drain. Her Mac and Cheese needed about five minutes more. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation. She went over to the fireplace to start the fire in the meantime and had a blaze going by the time the oven timer went off. Just as she pulled the Mac and Cheese out of the oven and sprinkled extra cheese just the way she like it she heard a knock on the door. She glanced at her watch. It was after nine. Only the rangers would be patrolling at this time. She anticipated that either Roger or Donovan was checking up on her. She flung the door open with a grin, preparing to share an extra plate for her visitor. The smile slid from her face to be replaced by bewilderment as she recognized her neighbor. Derron stood looking down at the woman who was even more beautiful close up. He could smell a slight hint of cherries and could only surmise that it was the scent of her body wash. Her brown eyes stared up at him questioningly. "Yes?" "Hi again. I'm really sorry to bother you. I just realized that I came all the way form Kingston with not a pinch of salt. Do you have any that I could borrow maybe?" "Ummm sure. Come in and close the door please. I just got the fire started." Derron stepped in and did as instructed. As he waited by the doorway he took in the cabin. The layout was similar to his with the exception of the partition between the bedroom and the living space in his. This was an open floor plan. He sniffed the air and felt his stomach rumble. He had fallen asleep earlier and had awakened just a few minutes before to find the cabin in cold darkness. The quickest thing he could think of was rice with something out of a tin. In his rummage he had realized that he was lacking the one essential ingredient necessary to every kitchen. Now having a neighbor would come in handy after all. And here he was. Bianca sneaked looks at her neighbor as she looked for the salt as slowly as possible. Up close he was drop dead gorgeous. Those eyes! It had been a total shock to see him up close. Finally she located the extra packet that she knew she had brought 'just in case'. She walked over to him and stretched it out. "Thanks ummm..." he paused waiting for her to fill in her name. "Bianca." "Thanks again Bianca. I'm Derron. By the way, where did you get the firewood? I don't see any in my cabin." "I went by the ranger station earlier when I got here. I could give you a few pieces if you like." "I would certainly like. I think I'm going to have to drag a mattress to the fireside later. I'd forgotten how chilly it can be up here even in the summer." "Oh? Do you come here often?" "I used to come at least twice a year but then I've gotten a little busy. I made up my mind that I was taking this break for the week though. I needed it." There was a tinge of sadness in his voice that tugged at Bianca who was always ready to empathize. "I come her e a few times per year myself. I'm a teacher and I find that it's a good spot to have study weekends with my kids. I was here just a few weeks ago actually. Like you, I decided that I needed some time alone." She couldn't help the sadness that was now evident in her voice. Derron looked down at her and saw his pain mirrored. Without thinking the next words flew out of his mouth. "That chicken sure smells good. It beats the rice and tinned mackerel I was about to whip up." Bianca looked up at him with a slightly amused roll to her eyes. She knew a hint when she heard one. She cocked her head to the side and looked him up and down. It couldn't hurt. Company would be nice. "I do have enough for four . I was planning to warm up for lunch tomorrow. You're more than welcome to join me." "Do I have time to grab a quick shower? Less than five minutes. I promise." "Sure. I'll set the table in the meantime." Derron dashed out of the door and into his cabin while Bianca made ready for her surprise dinner guest. As promised he was back in five minutes, showered and bearing a package. He entered to find Bianca putting the platter of chicken in the center. She also had two bottles of Smirnoff ice out in a bowl with ice. He placed the package on the counter carefully and Bianca looked at it enquiringly. He smiled and she felt her heart somersault. "Dessert." They ate in relative silence as the immediate need was to assuage the physical hunger. It wasn't until sometime later that they sat in the living area by the fire. Derron had cut brought over two huge slices of cheesecake and they dug in happily. The conversation flowed as they shared a bit about their backgrounds and professions. Derron was the first to break the ice when he spoke about his mother's death. Bianca then felt obligated to share regarding her recent divorce. It was nearly one in the morning before they called it a night. And thus it went on for the next couple of days. They shared meals cooked by one or the other and took hikes along the many park trails. Bianca's laptop came in handy for the rainy afternoons as they entertained themselves. One afternoon in particular it had been raining quite heavily and they had been caught on a trail in the downpour. They had hightailed it back to the cabins and had piled into Bianca's. She had immediately started stripping out of her wet clothes and was almost on the verge of ripping off her tank top and sweats before she remembered that she had a guest. She had apologized and grabbed some dry clothes from her suitcase and headed to the bathroom. It hadn't been soon enough as Derron had already caught sight of the pink thong she was wearing. He felt his cock lurch in response as he took a deep breath. "Down boy. This is not a playground." He sighed as he stepped back onto the verandah and ran over to his cabin. He too needed to get out of his wet clothes. As he undressed he realized that the damage was done as he had a full blown erection. He had known that he was flirting with danger the more time he spent with Bianca. She oozed sex appeal although she seemed strangely unaware of it. The ex boyfriend had really done a number on her self esteem. He headed to the shower, not bothering to turn on the heater. The cold water did the trick. As he stepped out of the shower he heard her calling across the clearing. He went out on the verandah to see her standing on hers wearing nothing but short shorts and another tank top. She seemed to have a mother lode of them. "Who's cooking tonight?" "I am. What do you want?" "That depends on what you have. Anything other than tinned mackerel and rice please. I'll bring the drinks and the dessert." "See you later. I'm going to take a nap." "Me too." And with that said she disappeared into the cabin. A few moments later Derron did likewise. The rain continued on into the evening and the result was a night that was cooler than usual. That morning Derron had driven over to the ranger station and had gotten enough firewood for both cabins while Bianca had prepared breakfast. As a result he had a roaring fire going by the time she came over for dinner. He had decided to go all out tonight and heed her request to stay away from rice and mackerel. He had potatoes baking in the oven and ripe plantains fried up and waiting. He had steamed two huge fish and the scent warmed the cabin. As soon as he had gotten the table set there was a knock on the door. He turned off the oven and stove. "It's open!" Bianca entered the cabin and sniffed the air appreciatively. "Smells like someone put on the bells and whistles." She sidled over to the counter to relieve herself of her burden. She had whipped up a chocolate mousse for dessert along with a pineapple upside down cake from a box. Given the limitations of the cabin something was better than nothing. As she reached out to put the mousse down it slipped slightly. To prevent it from falling she clutched it and inevitably left a smear on her t-shirt. She looked down at it in dismay, holding the sticky fabric away from her. "I gotta go change. Be right back." "Why bother. I can lend you one of my shirts if you don't mind." "I don't mind." He led her behind the partition to where he kept his suitcase and rummaged in it for a suitable shirt. He handed it to her and left her to get changed. As she took off the shirt she realized that some of the chocolate had already soaked through to her bra. That had to come off as well. She changed quickly and came back to the dining area. Derron looked up as she came around and he felt that familiar twitch in his groin yet again. Not only did she look spectacular wearing his shirt, he could tell that she wore nothing but his shirt by the unmistakable jiggle of her chest. He swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on everything but the somersaults his cock was hell bent on doing. Somehow he managed to get dinner on the table and they ate in relative silence. After dinner they retired to the fire which he had started. As they sat sipping and talking there was a strange sound. Before they knew it there was a loud crash and then darkness. The unmistakable sound of rain began to beat on the roof. The summer freak storm was not unusual. But having it at night was a bit inconvenient. The light from the fireplace illuminated the space. Bianca started to tremble. "I really hate the dark." She breathed deeply as sense of panic started to sweep over her. Derron slid over to her. "It's okay. I'm here." She turned and gripped his arm tightly. "Please don't leave me." "I won't. I won't. Let's get closer to the fire." He stood and helped her to her feet. The mattress that he had placed there since his arrival now came in rather handy as they sat. instinctively he put his arms around her and she snuggled a little closer to him, breathing deeply. He rubbed her back comfortingly and she closed her eyes to revel in the feeling. Derron felt her begin to relax and sighed. It had been a long time since he had had a beautiful woman in his arms such as this one. He shifted slightly so that she could lean into his embrace. He sat perpendicular to her and opened his arms. She leaned into him like a homing pigeon finding home. He felt her unrestrained breasts press against his chest and his cock responded yet again. He swallowed hard. He was fast approaching a point of not caring what happened next. Bianca felt herself begin to let go of her shyness and inhibitions the moment she leaned into Derron. He felt so good! She sighed deeply as her cheek pressed against his chest. Slowly her hands crept around his waist and she felt the arms with which he held her tighten imperceptibly. She heard him swallow and looked up at him in the flickering light. He was looking down at her wit h those eyes of his. They couldn't be sure who had made the first move. But a few moments later their lips met. Bianca sat up on her knees as Derron leaned forward to deepen the kiss. She leaned back slowly, taking him with her until they were lying on the mattress. Her thighs parts of their own volition and she groaned as she felt his weight settle between them. She gasped at the unmistakable evidence of his arousal which pulsed against her belly. She felt his hand creep up underneath the shirt she wore and unerringly find a swollen nipple. He squeezed it gently and she gasped as her pussy began to flutter in response. He pulled back just long enough to tug the shirt over her head along with his. He pressed his bare chest to hers as he found her lips once more. His tongue pressed urgently against hers as their moans began to fill the room. She rolled her hips slightly and felt him press into her in response. Again he rolled away. This time to relieve her of her sweats and panties. He disrobed likewise before pressing his body onto hers yet again. He bent his head and took one hard nipple into his mouth, causing her back to arch. His hand traveled down her belly to the juncture of her thigh and found her swollen clitoris begging for attention. He stroked it gently and heard her moan loudly and roll her hips, begging for more. His fingers slipped lower and found her pussy wet and running over with her juice. That was his undoing. He had wanted to go slowly but he had to have her and he had to have her now. He rolled back between her thighs and with a trembling hand placed his cock at her entrance. He pushed in slowly. Fuck! She was so tight! Instinctively Bianca spread her thighs even wider, pulling up her knees in the process. He slipped in further. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist to pull him fully into her. She gasped as she felt him fill her completely. He was so big! May I Borrow Some Salt Please? Derron raised up on his forearms as he began to thrust into her. He wanted to see her face as he pleasured her. He rained kisses all over her face as he pummeled her pussy, causing her to arch her back as she met him thrust for thrust. He felt her pussy begin to clench and flutter and he knew she was close. It was a good thing as he was pretty near to blowing his own load. He felt her begin to buck against him uncontrollably. He grabbed one of her breasts and pinched the taut nipple. He heard her moan loudly at the sensation and did it again. By the fifth pinch he felt her thrust upwards and remain suspended as she exploded. "Oh shit!!! Derron! I'm cumming so hard all over your cock right now!!! Cumming so fucking hard!!!" She panted and writhed in beneath him as he continued to thrust through her orgasm. He too was close. As she began to relax he began to lose it. He raised up on his knees and held her waist in his hands as he began to groan. "Oh fuck!!! This sweet pussy is gonna be filled with me right now!!! ", he grunted as he felt the first pulse leave his cock and hit her womb. He clenched his buttocks as jet after hot jet shot out of him. When at last he felt the last spurt leave he began to relax. Slowly he lay back down on top of her. His still stiff cock still buried deep inside of her. Their lips found each other in the aftermath. Again and again that night they reached for each other until they fell into blissful slumber as the first fingers of dawn touched the sky. When at last they awoke the sunlight was streaming through the cabin. Bianca raised her head from where it had been pillowed on Derron's chest to find him starting at her. A small smile curved her lips as he brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek. She felt a stirring by her thigh as his cock began to stir yet again and her grin broadened. It turned out having a neighbor in the next cabin wasn't so bad after all. May I Borrow Your Rope, Hodja? With a "tip o' m' hat" to the first generation of my Lebanese-American relatives who taught me the family legends, I offer a short tale about a man being polite to a friend, his love for a good woman named Yasmine, and Yasmine's trust in her good husband, Hodja. "Let people laugh at you as long as there are people in the world capable of laughter! We hope never to see a world inhabited by people incapable of laughter!" -- Murat Hikmet, 1959 * One day Hodja had completed his chores and was returning to his house when his neighbor, Shaheen, approached him, greeted him with a smile and asked "May I borrow your rope, Hodja?" Hodja thought for a moment before he said "I have to ask my wife. Will you wait outside while I go into the house and check? She may not be dressed to receive a guest." Shaheen agreed to wait. In a few minutes Hodja returned with a sad expression on his face. "I am sorry, Shaheen," he said, "My wife is in the kitchen, as naked as the day she was born, and she is rubbing flour on my rope." "Rubbing flour on your rope?" said Shaheen. "Why in the world would anyone rub flour on a rope?" "Shaheen," said the older man, "does any man understand women? Do you understand your wife? I have been married to this woman for forty-five years and of only one thing am I sure: When she is doing something I do not understand it is best to leave her alone! I am truly sorry, but I cannot loan you my rope." Shaheen nodded his head, thinking of his own dear wife who surprised him daily with some new mysterious behavior. "Well said, Hodja; indeed, I do not understand women either. Thank you anyway, perhaps Mustapha will loan me his rope." The bid each other blessings and Shaheen headed toward Mustapha's house. Hodja proceeded back into his home. Yasmine was indeed stark naked in the kitchen, with Hodja's rope on the table before her and a bowl of finely sifted flour. Gently and lovingly she took small handfuls of the powder and rubbed it onto the rope, an inch at a time. Hodja paused to admire her body, as if he had married her only yesterday, for in truth he loved her more today than upon their wedding night. He did not see the long white hair that hung down her back in a long pigtail to tickle her arse, or the fat bottom that had doubled in size since the birth of their first child. He saw with his heart the bride who had laid aside a green wedding gown, green for fertility and good fortune, to dance for him forty-five years ago. Hodja quietly walked around the table with his eyes fixed upon Yasmine. She was aware of his eyes climbing up her thighs to the soft fur over her nether parts, but she knew Hodja better than he knew himself; a good wife should always be modest, but never ashamed to be naked for her husband. The pubic hair she once shaved off for him so diligently now bloomed as white as the flour on the rope and neither husband nor wife cared. His eyes carefully examined her belly, soft from the birth of seven children, and drooping with age, and her large soft breasts that had invited his kisses and then fed his babies. He might as well have touched them, for she felt his eyes as if they had been his hands when her breasts bounced as she moved. She knew that she had nothing to fear from younger women, for Hodja's heart belonged to Yasmine. It would certainly take a while, but he would satisfy her in bed tonight! "Hodji," said Yasmine, using the familiar form of his name, "in forty-five years I have learned that when you tell me to do something that sounds utterly foolish, I should trust you, do as you say and ask you to explain it later. So now, my Habbeeb, tell me why you wanted me take off my clothes and put flour on your rope." Hodja picked up a towel and took his wife's wrist. She offered no resistance as he began to wipe the flour from her fingers. "Yasmine, I do truly love Shaheen as if he were my own brother." He took her other hand and wiped it gently, then laid the towel down and put his arms around her waist. She reciprocated by curling her arms around his neck and looking into his twinkling eyes. "But," Hodja continued, "I didn't want to loan him my rope because he always forgets to return the things he borrows!" Hodja felt Yasmine's body began to move before he heard her start to giggle like a school girl. Her laughter became infectious, and he began to smile, then to laugh as her bare belly began to rub against his clothed body. She pulled him into a kiss but it was almost impossible to hold their laughing lips together, so she pulled back from him, raised her hands over her head and began to dance between his arms to a song only she could hear. Hodja removed his arms from around her, to give her room to spin. Yasmine began to sing aloud and Hadja clapped his hands in time to her chant. The old couple's house was full of joy as the red beams of the sunset lit the kitchen with a warm, romantic light. May I Cum? "Tasha! May I cum?" he exclaimed as he grimaced. Natasha smiled. "No, David. Don't cum yet!" she pumped her hips slowly, and loved the feel of his desperate and hard cock inside her. He was bound to the bed. She was on top, propped up on her elbows, her naked legs alongside his, her face close to his. She giggled. Her dark haired bangs and wide eyes, combined with her regal nature, painted a picture of dominant sensuality. She kept pumping. She tried to keep herself from crossing the line into orgasm. She wanted to experience his desperate hardness for a longer time - and test his self control. She had removed his cock cage and teased him for several minutes before taking his length inside her. "Tasha! Please! I can't last much longer!" "No, David!" The mental trip from his valiant attempt to please her - along with the urgency of his pleading - got her feverishly aroused, and she wished it could last forever. Her smile alone used to send David into a convulsive ejaculation when they first got together sexually. She bestowed that same sensual, teasing smile on him as she asserted her dominance. "Tasha!" "Think of the consequences, David. I don't want you to cum yet!" He had been thinking of the consequences, which was the only reason that he held out so far. Tasha considered the consequences. She made the rules, and enforced them. As she pumped, she recalled the last time David had ejaculated inside her before she granted permission. It was almost humorous the way he repeatedly tried to avoid her pussy on his mouth - her pussy full of his fresh ejaculate after days of saving up. She had to pinch his nose shut until he opened his mouth to breathe. Then she settled in and he submitted. Under her encouragement and direction, over a period of a quarter hour, he finally extracted and swallowed every drop, and gave her several intense orgasms while doing so. That was his first experience of creampie dessert, but was not to be his last. There had been other consequences, too. He panted heavily. Tasha slowed her pumping. She realized that David truly was close to the end of his endurance. She wanted more, though. She wanted to give him a spirited ride, and experience several orgasms from intercourse before allowing him to spurt. Alas, that would take several months of intense training. "Tasha, I'm - I can't - Please, Tasha! May I cum? PLEASE!" "Not yet, David," she said while rocking her hips and feeling David's full length. "Hang on for two more min-" "OH NO! TASHA!" She knew he had crossed the line. He bucked as hard as his bonds allowed, and tossed his head from side to side as he spurted uncontrollably. Tasha held on throughout the wrenching contractions of his ejaculation and enjoyed the sweet moment of his passion. At last, David opened his eyes and saw Tasha's sensual smile. Neither one said anything until his heavy breathing subsided. Tasha gave him a few sweet nuzzling kisses, and whispered, "David - I want you to eat my pussy now. You can give me some pleasure. I don't want any resistance like the last time. I want to hear you say that you'll do it willingly." She puckered her lips slightly and gazed into his eyes. David obviously struggled with himself as Tasha waited. After a moment he said, "Tasha," in a trembling whisper, and paused. Another moment, and he spoke again. "I - I'll do it, Tasha. I'll eat your pussy." That was all she needed, and felt his cock slither out as she withdrew and straddled his mouth. "Lick it, David. Clean the outside first. I'll tell you when to suck it." She guided him through his second journey of creampie pussy eating. Several times she filled the room with her moans and gasps of orgasm. A half hour later, he handed Tasha the hard wood hairbrush and got across her lap. He was totally naked, and she had slipped on a short dress. "Twenty five swats, David, and the cock cage goes on for three days. Or, for fifty swats, I'll leave the cage off for the night. Shall I give you twenty five or fifty?" He knew from experience that twenty five swats would not be easy, and he didn't know how he could take fifty. Then he thought of Tasha's sensual, dark haired pussy, and the sweet feeling of being inside her. "Fifty," he said, and braced himself for the discipline she had convinced him was richly deserved. May I Demonstrate? My friends April and Jon decided to adopt a child. They’re in their mid-thirties and had never had children, so I figured that they had decided to be a childless couple. It surprised but pleased their friends. They adopted a two-year old from Bulgaria, and he was a delight. I have known April and Jon for several years. April and I worked together. She and Jon were on the swim team at their college, and both remained in great shape. April was tall and strong and possessed a unique kind of beauty. Many’s the time I’ve stared at her long legs and taken every opportunity to gaze down her blouse. At home she typically wears loose fitting shorts that have be oogling her legs and enjoying the view when she sits and lets her legs fall open. Their son is still in diapers, so April and Jon are rapidly getting used to the processes of dealing with keeping a little one clean. April revealed that one of the issues they had to deal with was the fact that their son was not circumcised and so the parents would have to make sure to clean him properly. When she said this, I looked at them both and mentioned that I was not circumcised and that I know what they mean. “It’s important to take extra time in that area,” I said. “Depending on the size of the penis, it can be easier or harder to do good job.” “In my case the natural opening of the foreskin has always been a little too small for me to easily pop the head out to clean myself.” I revealed this information in the spirit of parenting support, but I noticed that Jon and April were a little shocked at what I said. I figured that with their child asleep, it was a good opportunity for me to press the issue. I had long enjoyed feasting my eyes on April, and this was too good a chance to pass up. “When I was young I’m sure I never cleaned myself properly, and nobody showed me what to do.” “It wasn’t until I was older and discovered that I could get erections and masturbate that I really played with myself enough to notice all the moving parts.” By now Jon was visibly looking a little frantic, but April seemed to become more interested in my story. “Since you have responsibility for a new child, let me show you how to do it.” As I said this I stood and unfastened my pants. April just cocked her head and look on while Jon stood up and said, “That’s OK, I don’t think we need to go that far!” But April waved her hand over toward Jon and said, “Oh, Jon, Bill’s a good friend, and I don’t see what harm it will do.” “Besides, we really should learn as much as possible.” As I lowered my trousers I watched Jon retake his seat. Then I looked straight at April as I lowered my boxers. Plop, my long dong bounced into view with its twisted pucker of extra skin completely hiding my dick head. Of course, this scene was making me aroused and my dick was getting puffy as I watched April enjoy an eyeful. I just ignored Jon. To appear professional and indifferent, I took my cock in one hand and held it out for inspection. As a large cocks man, I must tell you that my cock was now about nine inches long and getting fatter. “As you can see, the outer skin completely sheathes my dick.” I used the term “dick” to see how it would affect April. She didn’t flinch. In fact, she said to me, “My goodness, that’s quite a dick you have there.” “I know I’ve never seen one like that, have you, Jon?” Jon was mute. I asked April, “How did they show you to clean a cock like this?” She sort of reached out toward me but hesitated and asked, “May I show you?” “Why certainly,” I replied, “The pleasure would be all mine.” I was clearly stepping over the bounds of a demonstration now, and my manhood was rising to the occasion. I stepped over to stand directly in front of April. She reached up and gripped my meat pole and said, “Well, they said to pull down on this part to expose the top.” She pulled down and gave me a little half stroke, but the head of my dick did not show itself yet. There was still too much extra skin yet to be filled up. I said, “Here, let me show you.” I looked down at April’s long slender legs which were splayed apart and revealing just the tiniest glimpse of blue panties. I played with my cock for a second or two to get it closer to maximum size. As I did the pucker at the tip started to spread open and my slit was exposed for April to see. However, I’d built up a bit of precut by then and once the opening appeared a long strand of cum slowly oozed until it hit the floor. “Sorry,” I said, “That’s not part of the demonstration.” “I’ll clean that up later.” April laughed and said, “I’ll bet you’re enjoying this more than you should.” I gave my dick a couple of proper strokes and replied, “Well, yes, it is fun for me.” I looked over at Jon, and he just had his head in his hands and wasn’t looking at us. April said, “Jon, look at this. We need to know how this sort of thing works, so get over it.” With that I invited April to once again pull back on my foreskin. She did but it was tight and my dick head wasn’t coming through the opening. “That’s the problem, April, my foreskin doesn’t all my cock head to come through unless you pull harder.” “I’m afraid to pull too hard,” she said. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “Don’t worry, I won’t get hurt.” “In fact, it feels very good when someone grips me hard and pulls.” As she pulled and pushed more cum flowed from my dick and there was a little pool gathering at my feet. “Go ahead, experiment all you want,” I told April. She pulled my foreskin back over my entire dick than pushed it almost to my torso, enjoying the feel of a humongous dick that is covered in foreskin. Finally I was lubricated enough so that with one strong push she popped the head of my cock out completely. The extra skin bunched up behind my little head. It was purple and inflated to the size of a handball, and my whole cock was just about as hard as a rock. “There, you did it!” I said. “Now you can see how to get the foreskin back so you can wash around and under it.” “Bravo!” I just stood there with my dick bouncing in the breeze of their living room and just inches from April. “OK, that’s that,” she said. “Thanks.” “You can put that thing away whenever you’re ready.” “I’ve got a problem,” I lied, “When the foreskin is pulled back like this, it won’t go back in place unless I discharge.” “Unless you what?” April asked. “Discharge!” yelled Jon. “What do you think he means? He’s gotta jerk it off so it’ll relax and he can put it away.” “Jon’s exactly right, April.” “Do you mind?” She looked at me with a wicked smile, “I guess you could go into the bathroom and disarm that thing.” “But frankly, I’d like to see it fire off a round.” Just what I was hoping for! I was now so wet that I didn’t need any more lubricant. I used both hands to spread my cum up and down my shaft and start to stroke. “Wait a minute,” April barked. “Let me get something to catch your cum.” She jumped up and brought back a towel. I relaxed on the floor with the towel spread out between my legs and looked at April’s blue panties while I stroked. Jon was off to the side and couldn’t see the view that I had of April. She casually let a finger slide into her pant leg and was toying with her panty covered cunt as she watched me. In no time at all I was ready to erupt. I decided not to overdo things and just let it fly. The first jet flew out about half way down the towel, then the next and the next hit at the end of the towel, but the next five spews flew beyond the towel and splashed on the hardwood floor, and finally the last several jolts grew milder and milder until I was spent. April just whispered, “My god,” as she watched me launch my cum into her living room. Jon just went to get another towel. Sure enough, in another minute or two my cock had deflated to traveling size and I was able to tuck it away in my pants. We finished the visit with goodbyes, and I told them that I hoped the demonstration was helpful. It was indeed helpful to me because by the end of the next week I was fucking April like crazy. Whenever Jon left the house, she would call me to come over and give it to her. We’re contemplating telling Jon about it and making him watch us. April told me that his cock is less than half the size of mine. That’s about the ratio I’m used to when I fuck other wives, and of course it’s always more arousing if the husbands want to watch as I screw their wives. This hasn’t affected out working relationship, not yet. April has begun to talk with some of her friends, and she’s set me up with another woman next week. I’ve lost jobs before because I fucked too many of the ladies at work. For god’s sake, I don’t want to have to find another job in this bad economy. But first things first! May I have... Just knocked this out in a about an hour. Something to pass the time. If you'd like to see another part, please send feedback. ************************* I don't know why I did it, but I am sure glad that I did. Put a little steel in my spine, a bit of glare in my eyes and politely asked "Will you take go to the bathroom and take off your panties?". The looks on her face was priceless, the shock so visible that I almost just said 'Forget it, it was only a joke', but I didn't. I held her gaze as realization crept onto her face. Yes, I did hear him right. He actually asked me to take my panties off. As I saw this, the lump forming in my throat dissolved, but the thundering of my heart sped up as she gave a soft smile and left the table. A few minutes later she returns, her heels giving her hips a hypnotic sway. I wonder how much of that is due to my imagination, knowing that under that skirt she wears... nothing. I know she has done as I asked, from the way her bright eyes dart about, wondering if anyone can see, but no one can. It is our little secret. She sits so carefully, smoothing the blue plaid skirt as she demurely crosses her legs. She speaks, her balled fist reaching over the table. The waiter arrives and she freezes, almost jerking her hand back as if she had burned it. I clasp it, covering it with my own as the waiter asks for our order. If he notices anything strange, he doesn't show it. We order quickly, the blush I know is rising on her neck hidden by the shifting candlelight. When the waiter is gone I remove my hand, but hers remains. "Do you want them?," she asks plainly. Not a hint of humor or deception. "I only wanted you to remove them to start your mind up, not as some sort of control thing." "Oh." She looks a little disappointed, but I have a plan in mind that doesn't include that kind of play. Maybe some other time. She puts them in her purse, out of site. We have a few minutes before our food will come out, a few minutes to play. "Why did you do it?," I inquired, honestly curious. We had never played this way before, or even discussed it. "Because you shocked me, and when I thought about it, I was afraid to do it." I smile. "I am exactly the same way. If it scares you, do it. Fear is intolerable when the source can be confronted." Her soft sigh is reply enough. "Was anyone in the bathroom?" I love her sly little smirks. "Of course. The little brunette who took them off for me. Right now I can feel the wet kisses she gave me on my thighs. She gave me her number, and an invitation." My turn to be shocked, but she can't hold the serious pose long enough and laughs. I chuckle and ask again. "No, no one." "How did you feel, when you walked out?" She closes her eyes to picture the scene- "Like everyone was staring at me. When I looked around, of course no one was. Then I felt a flush as I saw you. When our eyes met, it was like we were both saying the same thing." She leans in, speaking in a prison whisper "We have a secret." "I thought the same thing." "That kind of made me move, I felt kind of above everything. Like it was only us here. So I walked for you." "It was damned sexy." The topic moves to our food, the restaurant, even her wine. I never have been a wine drinker, but she likes the sweeter wine. Our food arrives, and as we eat we speak of many things, but not sex. Just the occasional glance or raised eyebrow to remind ourselves. The meal is wonderful, her company even greater. She is so beautiful sometimes I wonder what she id doing with me. But now is no time for a lack of confidence. Our plates are cleared away just before the waiter returns to ask if we would like dessert. Before she can say no, I order a tiramisu. "We'll share." "No problem sir," he replies. "I'll have our server bring that right out to you." Another incredulous look, but she acquiesces and stands. Before she can move her chair, I spring up and do it instead. The laugh dies in her throat, but it struggles for life. She sits before she crosses her legs, my hand finds a new home. Her sigh is almost like that of a mother, exasperation combined with resignation. Her silky thighs are warm, even with my hand just resting atop them I can feel their heat. I am sure she expects some further action but I do nothing. Another few moments of small talk over dessert and coffee. I can feel her legs clenching, but my hand is steady. She whispers shyly in my ear. "I am so wet. I can't take a deep breath, my body keeps anticipating... something. Anything." "What kind of something?" I feign innocence. Sometimes subtlety pays. "I though this wasn't a control thing. You want me to beg?" I look straight at her then. "No, I would like you to be comfortable enough with em to ASK for what you want." She exhales slowly. "Touch me. Please." So my fingers, guided by hers slide themselves over bare thighs to her shaven sex. My small gasp is not small enough. "You aren't the only one who can come up with surprises.," she smirks. Wet slippery warmth clings to my fingers as I leave a trail on her skin. Slowly I bring those fingers to my lips, the taste and smell of her so sweet. Tangy, salty and sweet, her musk lingers for hours after she has left my bed. But here it only tantalizes with promises of what is to come. I quickly pay our bill and we hurry as fast as we can to the car without actually running.