0 comments/ 13594 views/ 1 favorites On The Couch By: TxRED450 It was a day like any other day, I woke up and my lovely lady and I went out on the back porch to drink our coffee. We sat with our coffee, enjoying the nice cool breeze of the spring morning, just enjoying small talk as we always do. We did a few things around the house, and then I took my shower, got ready for work, and set out for a day at the "office". At work my mind kept drifting to my lady, remembering the fun times we have had in the past and fantasizing of taking her....feeling her hands on my body, her lips against mine and on my body. The feel of her body responding to my touch. I begin to respond to the thoughts running through my head, the blood pulsing through my veins and my cock starts to stir with the excitement. The day ends, and I head home to be with the lady I love. Arriving home, I find my lovely lady sitting in her chair looking as lovely as ever. I walk over to her, looking deep into her eyes, and hand her the rose I picked up on the way home. Leaning over her, our lips meet, and I taste her as her soft lips press against mine. Parting my lips as I run the tip of my tongue across her upper lip, I hear a gasp of pleasure come from her. I whisper against her lips telling her about some of the thoughts that had run through my mind earlier that day. Our kisses becoming deeper as our desire for each other grows. Our breathing quickens, our voices become raspy as we whisper back and forth to each other, expressing our need and desire for each other. Our hands gliding over the others body, the electricity and sparks fly. My manhood has swollen to the point that if it isn't released from its confines soon; it threatens to rip through my pants. Pulling away from her, I cup her face in my hands and tell her how very much I need her. Looking up at me from where she sits, she echoes my needs, and says, "....but first I have to feel your hard cock in my mouth" and starts to pull my clothes from my body. Reaching up, she cups my face in her hands, her lips cover mine as she kisses me with a hunger I have never experienced with her before. Moans and sighs coming from us both as our lips press hard against each other, our tongues searching deep. Her lips break from mine as she move down my chest, her tongue circling my nipples and blows her warm breath across them, then moves on down. Her nails dragging down my chest and over my belly. She wraps her fingers around my throbbing thickness and lowers her head taking just the tip of my cock in her mouth. Teasing the tip on my cock with her tongue and lips, her fingertips glide over my shaft. Pulling back, she looks up at me. Her big brown eyes telling of her love for me. Fingertips stroking along my shaft with a light touch, as the fingers of her other hand brush over my balls. My breath catching as I gasp and express how much I love the feel of her lips and hands on me "........god that feels so good baby" She lowers her head, kissing at the tip of my manhood, her tongue reaches out and circles the head. As she presses her head down over me, she lets my ridged shaft part her lips as I sink deeper and deeper into her warm abyss. I lean my head back, my eyes close, and I sigh with the pleasure that her warm mouth gives me. Reaching down, I run my fingers through her flowing blond hair, and down across her back. My hand brushes over her cheek, then lovingly swats at her sweet ass, bringing a moan from deep within her. Gently rubbing and caressing her ass, my hand moves further seeking out her silken mons. My fingers brush over her lips, with a feather like touch, sending shock waves rushing through her body. Moaning around my hardness, she takes me in deeper as if a new spark of hunger has been ignited within her. My finger sinks easily between her lips finding her sweet nectar. Getting my finger good and wet, I pull away from her, and sit back on my heels. Grasping my shaft in my hand, knowing the sight of me stroking drives her wild, I slowly stroke my hand up and down over my hard shaft a few times telling her "You are so hot, you make my cock so hard and feel so good". I then trace my wet finger around sensitive head of my throbbing cock, and offer my manhood back to her "suck my hard cock some more and taste your own sweet juices on me". She reaches out with her hand allowing my shaft to rest in her palm and her fingers to cup my balls, her other hand on my chest as she pushes me back on the chair. Her fingers wrapping around the base of my manhood, I feel the heat of her hand radiating into me. Her head lowering to my cock, as she looks at me with a devilish grin on her face, and I know that she is getting ready to take me to heights untold. Reaching out with her tongue, she starts to lick her sweet nectar from my head. She moans, licking her lips......."Mmmmmmm so good!" She takes me into her mouth and starts to work her magic on me, her lips and hand moving up and down along my shaft in long slow strokes, knowing that it drives me wild. Sensing that my orgasm is near, she backs off, letting the wave subside. The first wave, having subsided some, she takes me once again deep into her hot searching mouth and holds me there. Her tongue swirling around my head and brushing along the underside of my shaft. Drawing her lips up over my length to where only the head is still in her mouth, then back down, taking my full length into her mouth. My breathing becomes deep and labored as she continues her onslaught of pleasure. My fingers wrapped in her hair guiding her and letting her know what I need. She uses every trick she knows (reaching up and pinching my nipples, brushing her finger tips across my balls, pressing her finger up against the underside of my balls, and varying the speed and pressure she applies to me) to bring me to the point of exploding, then backs off. Knowing that the sweet torture she has exerted over me, and the loving power she that she has exhibited, has greatly surpassed any words that could express her love for me. She once again takes me to the brink and allows me to have my release. Her lips locked tightly around my shaft as wave after wave of pent up pearls of cum flood her mouth. My cries of ecstasy mix with her moans of satisfaction as her own body responds to my release as if she too were experiencing the orgasm. Having recovered from the powerful orgasm, she and I sit together talking, as we often do, about what just happened. Our hands roaming over the others body enjoying the feel of the other. My fingers moving up under her breast, and circling around the outer edges. With each pass, I get closer and closer to her nipple, which is starting to perk and grow harder, but never allow myself to touch it. Then with my fingers spread wide around her heaving breast, I draw them up toward her nipple slowly with a light touch. The closer I get to her nipple the lighter my touch becomes to where I'm not even touching her anymore, but yet the sensation that was there makes her nipples fell alive with excitement. Her hand caresses my manhood, stroking it and bringing it back to life. Her hand becomes our focal point, as we both sit there and watch her hand glide over my shaft. On the up stroke her wrist twists slightly as my head disappears into her palm, then reappears again as her hand moves back down along my shaft. Having had her fun in pleasing me, and me having been pleased by her, I place my hands on her shoulders and gently push her back, laying her down on the couch. I move over her, my lips covering hers as my tongue traces around her lips. Her tongue meets mine and they dance together, searching the others mouth. My hand caressing her face, feeling the softness of her skin. Moving up into her hair and around behind her head as we kiss deeply. My fingers feathering down across her neck and down between her breasts. Pressing the palm of my hand against her skin and moving back up to cup her right breast. The soft skin giving under the pressure of my hand and fingers as I squeeze gently, bringing moans from her. My fingers brush across her erect nipples, flicking at it making her nipple grow harder and harder with her excitement. Taking her nipple between my fingers, I pinch and pull at it. Her back arches as she moans with pleasure. Cupping her breast in my hand again, I lower my head, my lips covering her hard nipple. My tongue darts out against her nipple as I suck lightly on her, and gently squeeze her soft flesh. I let my teeth rest at the base of her erect nipple and drag them up over her, then pull at her nipple with my lips. My hand moves on down her form as she lays below me...caressing her velvety soft skin as I move closer and closer to her womanhood. My fingers graze over her as my hand moves to her inner thigh, pinching at the sensitive skin and sending currents rushing to her inner depths. My middle finger brushes lightly over her lips, teasing her with my touch. A touch that can barely be felt, but yet enough to spark a deeper desire within her. She reaches down trying to press my finger into her. I take both of her hands and move them above her head and hold them there with my free hand. With her hands out of the way, I go back to teasing her womanhood with the playful touch of my finger very lightly brushing over her lips. I tap at her with my fingers as she gasps and moans. Parting her lips, her little bud exposed to my touch. My finger brushes and flicks at her bud. Looking down at the vision of beauty as my fingers bring her to her first orgasm. I gaze into her eyes as her expression shows her pleasure as she cries out in pleasure. Having had her first orgasm, my finger runs up and down between her lips, her juices flowing freely in her excited state. I press a finger into her feeling her heat as it sinks deeper and deeper into her. Her hands still held over her head, she looks into my eyes as my finger starts to rub against her spot. Her eyes seem to glaze over as her second orgasm builds from deep within her and she cries out......"Oh god baby that feels so good! I need to feel you inside of me" Ignoring her pleas to be filled with my hardness, I release her hands and lower myself between her legs. Her scent fills my senses as I inhale her aroma. Lowering my mouth, I cover her sweet flower, my tongue running the length of her stopping at her bud. My tongue circles her bud before taking her into my mouth. My lips form an "O" around her clit as I start to massage her with my lips, pulling softly at her. Her hands come down on each side of my head pulling me to her as her hips press up against my face. Taking her inner lips and bud between my lips, I pull at them lightly letting them slid between my lips then taking her in again. Her third orgasm builds fast and strong as it crashes over her...Her cries fill the room and her hips come up off the couch and press hard against my face, as I continue to devour her sweet tasting pussy. Lifting my head from her sweet flower, looking into her eyes...her hands cupping my face as we smile at each other, I say "now I want to feel your hot wet lips around me" she answers with "Oh yes! I want to feel you hard cock deep inside of me." Kneeling on the floor between her legs, her gift before me looking so inviting, her voice ringing in my ears "fuck me with your hard cock, let me make it feel so good for you. Make my hot pussy feel so good." Taking myself in my hand, I slap at her wet lips with my shaft, bringing sighs to her lips as she begs more for me to fill her. Pressing the head to her lips, and pushing forward little by little as my shaft parts her lips and sinks to the hilt. We both moan as our two bodies become one, the feel of her inner walls gripping at my hard shaft as it fills her. Beginning a slow rhythm as my hard cock slides in and out of her. I press in, my hips tilt upward causing my shaft to press against her spot. Our sighs and moans mingle as one as her fourth orgasm washes over her. My tempo builds as yet another orgasm comes over her, her walls pulling and squeezing at my shaft. Turning her over on her knees as she leans over the back of the couch, I stand behind her. My hard cock wet with her juices, I stroke it with my hand, and swat her cheek with my free hand. Placing the head of my shaft against her flower I press forward sinking deep inside of her. The familiar comfortable feeling of having her engulf me once again brings sighs of pleasure to me. Hands on her hips, I begin rocking my hips back and forth, watching as my cock slices effortlessly in and out of her. Reaching an arm forward, I grab a fist full of hair, pulling her head back and to the side so I can see the expression on her face as she is over come again by a powerful orgasm. As my thrusts build in speed and power, my free hand slaps at her firm ass. The heat builds within her as her walls grip at my shaft willing it to explode deep inside of her. Our bodies filled with the pleasure we are giving each other, our soft moans and sighs grow into cries as we both reach our climax together I fall against her back, my arms wrapped around her, as my seed spills from deep within me. Her head thrown back as she cums, covering my hard shaft with her hot juices. We both cry out loud with our final release and fall to the couch holding each other close as we come down from our high, totally satisfied with how the other has pleased and pleasured us. Both feeling a deeper and stronger love for the other. On the Couch Come on, Hon, and sit on the couch next to me. I lean over and gently kiss your cheek. I move to your earlobe. I suck on your earlobe. I then whisper in your ear, "I want you to stay very very still..." * * * * * Click Here to listen. (20 min/mp3) * * * * * On The Couch No way did I ever imagine I'd be stretched out on a couch like this. And I've got to go on telling you all my secrets haven't I? And you sit there taking notes. Like I said, I don't see I've got a problem. But when your sister and your family start getting all uptight and start saying you're not normal, well. But nymphomaniac? I'm sure, doctor, you'll say that is simply ridiculous. Oh, so you want me tell you more about - what was it you called it? - my hyphephilia. I suppose you shrinks think up these words just to frighten us? Hmm! How it began? That's an easy one. Some of my early lovers were into coitus interruptus. I laid out a plastic sheet and the ejaculation was there in tiny pools. Fascinated me. So, like I explained, I just collected it in empty perfume bottles, kept them, watching as, over time, the contents turned a sunset yellow. Why? Oh, that's another easy one! The sight and feel of semen on my fingers and the unique salty taste as I bring it to my lips gives me a terrific buzz. Bet other women have said the same to you. Condoms? Yes, they used those too and, with a little slight of hand pulling it off a flaccid penis, I had their semen to squeeze into an empty Dior bottle using a little medicine funnel while they were bathrooming. It kept its pungent odour for several weeks. During what I like to think of as the Roger 'Love-in', I liked to masturbate him slowly to ejaculation. I had my breasts pressed to his face, and he never seemed to mind my hand placing the empty spice jar when I urged him to come. For a man of forty, Roge was amazingly copious with the contents of his seminal vesicles and – when I showed him – I think he got quite buzz of pride. But then he did have four or five weeks to save it all up. If what he said was true and his wife was not interested in sex and they indulged -his word – only very rarely. In my view she was missing out as Roge, although an old guy, was very sexy and could produce as much as four or five centiliters in a single ejaculation. More when he had taken one of those magic potion tablets they sell on the Net. During the Peter 'Love-in' I wore a pair of latex pants, which collected specimens of his semen while the cold smooth feel of the garment itself seemed to have a dramatic effect in terms of hardening him. His gift went into an ornamental glass tube given to me with a sample of a new eye-liner. That still had enough of the original contents to combine to give me a memorable scent. How do I see myself now? Same as I have always seen myself. I see myself as Grishkin - the Grishkin of that poem by T.S.Eliot we read at college. Do you know it? You being a medical and not a literary man, you might not. Here's a sample: Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye Is underlined for emphasis; Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss. The sleek Brazilian jaguar Does not in its arboreal gloom Distil so rank a feline smell As Grishkin in a drawing-room. I like to think I distil a feline smell as I adore the smell of sex. I keep the windows closed and the curtains drawn to create an arboreal gloom and to trap the olfactory scent. I can return to the apartment, open the bedroom door, and breathe in. There is no other long lingering smell so inspiring, nothing comparable to match it. My sister never guessed at first. Would not have known now if I hadn't got so pissed at Christmas and blurted it out. Before that she used to arrive at my place, always without warning, and wander around sniffing. "Honestly Pam, you ought to get someone round to look at the drains." Semen scent: I often wonder what would happen if I chose to use it as a pungent perfume and if it would stir the male pheremones? I would call it LofL - Liquid of Love. Gosh, that's the first time I've seen you smile. I often think of this when I unscrew the lids and have a sniff from one of the collection of bottles before I listen to the tapes. Didn't I mention those? Yes, I like to have an audio record of my males. The microphone is disguised in the bed-head. You wouldn't notice it was there but it picks up the creak of the bed springs marking each thrust, each gasp, every vocal response. There is so much you miss at the time. There are so many levels of emotion and pleasure involved in intercourse that can only be picked up in an audio replay. I have quite a collection of the cassettes now all catalogued and labeled with the dates and a code system I have devised. I like to sit, legs up on the sofa, in a loose gown, a glass of wine near at hand, and press the remote control. There are parts that stand repetition and encourage me to play with myself. Often the recording is almost better than the original fuck, as I can analyze and review in order to improve my own future performance, and think of new expressions to use. It goes almost without saying that I can get some extra inspiration from my collection of 'perfumes'. There was a drastic reduction in the number of those when I was burgled. Fortunately they ignored my tapes but several reused scent bottles went and I wonder if the thieves were disappointed in the contents. It would have been something of a surprise when a customer opened one for a test at some car boot sale. I have considered video, but I do like arboreal gloom - very low lighting for my penis parties and not just because I can more easily conceal any receptacles. Odd as it may appear, I don't actually like to see the erect male penis. Anyway, sound and voice leaves room for the imagination to work and I always like to imagine being assaulted by a penis far fatter and longer than it actually is. I mentally measure ten inches and a circumference of four inches. I am accomplished at description which always sounds good on the tape: 'Lovely to feel your monster going in', 'Ready for the big thrusts', 'Oh, I can feel you're right up'. I have some very melodious shrieks but you would be amazed at some of the sounds the performing male makes as he builds to his climax. If the ejaculation itself had a sound then I would like it to be a hiss like the steam from the boiled jug. Speaking of sounds, creaming the vulva or the condom beforehand can create some extraordinary noises you rarely notice at the time. I would describe it not as sucking sounds - although you do sometimes get what seems like a fart - but like a long wet lips to lips kiss. Air trapped in the bulb on the condom can sometimes produce barely audible squeaks which, on playback, tend to make me giggle. Orgasms have their own music, and there are never two alike. I can though - without looking at the label on the cassette or listening to the voices, distinguish which of my lovers is bringing me a climax. Douglas is among the best of my lovers. The tape we made last month should be particularly good. Cleaning up after in the bathroom I was able to rescue enough from the post-coital fallout – his and mine - to add as a flavouring to the post-coital gin and tonic. Hey, does that mean I'm some kind of vampire, drinking male semen instead of blood? Ok, Ok, so maybe I'm not that normal. But then who is? Some of my lovers deserve a place on your couch more than me. It's like weird what some of them ask you do. No, I tell them, my arse is off limits. And then there is this bondage stuff. Nobody is tying me up. Ok, so I did tie Roger's wrists to the bedhead, but then he liked me to go down on him. Fucking is so ephemeral that I think there should be a record. A 'Dear Diary' is so naff, so out of date, not so easy to conceal from prying eyes. As for the Blog, they are for those on an ego trip. This is the age of the I-pod and next week I am going to start transferring the best of my collection so I can listen when I am engaged in all those boring chores or typing up those boring marketing reports. Now I suppose you'd know better than me, but I'd say a sexual hedonist needs the same kind of dedication as any specialist. As a performance analyst - in all active meanings of the phrase - Douglas might be the one to understand. He is never satisfied until he hears me admit that I feel totally emotionally wrecked. Yes, I am 27 now, so you are right this should be the time, the age, to give up what you call 'adolescent erotic games'. Ten years and eight lovers, seven of them males, that should be enough for any woman to explore sex and satisfy herself. But I am not sure it is. Douglas is building himself up to 'pop the question'. I can sense it. And there was this mention of Sunday lunch with his parents. And he got all dreamy about this cottage in the country that he saw in a magazine and was up for sale. And he saw himself there playing in the garden with his children - in the plural. Clear signs wouldn't you say? So what I want to know is, what do I say? Yes, of course I am crazy about him. He is so caring. He is so hunky. He makes me laugh; not at him but with him. But - and it is a big but - do I love him enough to give up my collection of tapes and bottles; all my other weird ideas about investigating sex with all its delightful perversions? And maybe inventing some new ones. Would I, with me being- let's not choose fancy words - crazy; would I be able to make him happy? I can see by your expression that maybe you don't think so. My sister told you I am a nymphomaniac. I looked it up - ' Nymphomania is often manifested by a perpetual appetite for sexual activity with almost anybody at any time. The cause of nymphomania is not known, but it may be related to the hypothalamus.' Excuse me, I said, but I don't have a perpetual appetite for anybody or anything, and I thought hypothalamus was a kind of animal you see in African wild life programmes. 'You know what I mean,' was all she said. What was that word you used? Paraphilia. Not nymphomania. Is that somehow better? 'Dependent on a socially unacceptable sexual stimulus' - was that what you said it meant? Doesn't sound too bad. Anyway I expect I shall change and become just another frowsy housewife and a mum. But, you must agree I will have a lot to look back on. I think I will save the best of the tapes on an Ipod to listen to on the dull winter evenings when there is nothing I want to watch on the tele. What? You want me to let you hear one? Kinky! I bet behind that medical certificate on the wall you are really just a voyeur with a fancy name. Freud – he sounded like he was a very weird guy. Did he invent paraphilia? No? But forget all that, right now though, right this minute I want Douglas lying on top of me, thrusting in and out of me, getting ready to deliver his gift of lovely sweet smelling, sticky semen. I want a good fuck. It is all I can think about these days. So I must be in love mustn't I? What? Our time up? Does that mean I have to wait until the next session to get that psychological profile you keep promising me? And what will it mean when I do get it? A course of Prozac tablets? A brain transplant? Look doctor, I like myself the way I am and if there are kinks in my personality – and I'm not admitting there are – I bet Douglas will fuck them out of me. On The Couch I walk into the loungeroom and find you sitting on the couch, laptop resting on your thighs and day time movies playing on the television. You are barely dressed, a button up flannel top and a pair of panties, evidence of your recent shower. Walking up behind you I see that you are reading our old chat logs, the hint of a blush upon your face. Smirking to myself I bend down over the back of the couch, resting my face in the crook of your neck and shoulder and breathing deep your scent, the smell of soap and shampoo from your shower less than an hour ago. Breathing against your skin I feel a small tremor run up your spine as my breath tickles your neck. I know you're aroused, the fact that you're reading our old conversations tell me that easily. Nuzzling against your neck I softly trail kisses along the exposed skin of your neck, moving softly and gently and savouring each moment as I know you are. Reaching down I gently close the lid of your laptop as I place one sensuous suckle against the pulse in your neck, gently scraping my teeth against your skin as you tilt your head to the side to allow me better access to your soft, smooth skin. You raise a hand up to my head, running your fingers through my hair as I kiss up and down your neck, suckling gently and biting ever so softly, just allowing you to feel my teeth on your skin as your breath begins to get shallow and a steady heat begins to spread throughout your body. Your fingers are tugging at my hair now, trying to make me go further. My hand, which has till now remained on your laptop, now begins to trail up your thigh, featherlight touches against your skin as my lips play havoc on your neck. My other hand now comes around, wrapping around you and resting against your stomach, slipping under your shirt where it begins to trace light circles across your stomach. You breathing quickens, your arousal and my touch turning you to melted butter in my hands as I gently bite down on your neck, suckling hungrily at the juncture of your neck and collar as my first hand skips up your thigh to gently press against the front of your panties where your legs have slipped open seemingly of their own will. You want me. This thought races through your head as a single and unchanging truth. Your body is screaming at you, begging you for what it craves. You turn your head, catching my lips in a deep and passionate kiss. As you pull away I look into your eyes, clouded with desire and telling me what you want. You twist your body slightly, shifting and seeming to float back to lay down on the couch while at the same time pulling me over the back rest and down onto your body. You are just now noticing my nakedness, my erection pressed against your stomach where your shirt has bunched up, pre-cum leaking from the head to rub against your skin. My knee rests on the couch pillow, between your legs and pressed against your burning core as you begin to rub yourself against my leg, my erection rubbing against your stomach and driving me wild. I bend down to kiss you, my own hunger and desire bursting forth as I grind my leg back into you. You moan softly in the back of your throat as my actions bring your desire closer to the surface. You're moaning into our kiss as your hands begin to unbutton your shirt, your hips bucking against my thigh as we both begin to feel hotter and hotter. I groan as the friction between my cock and your stomach grows, becoming unbearable as I reach down and grip your hips, holding you still as I shift down your body. I come to rest facing your black lacey panties, red trim outlining roses around the waist band. I bend my neck and kiss your sex through your panties, a hint of moisture already beginning to seep into them. I grin up at you, momentarily stunned by just how gorgeous you look at this moment: a faint blush of arousal on your cheeks and your breath coming in short bursts while you lay back, staring down at me over your exposed breasts, your shirt lying open around you and one hand slowly fondling your breast. I softly whisper to you, "God I love you, you are absolutely gorgeous." Before you even have a chance to reply I dip my head, pulling your panties to the side and latching my lips onto your clit, already exposed and begging for attention. On The Couch This happened quite some time ago, shortly after Lisa and I were married. She was 27 at the time and I was 28. We were married for just over one year, but had dated all through high school and college so we were quite comfortable with each other. As with most couples, even though we had been having sex since high school, after getting married we went at it like rabbits. I think partly because we just thought that's what newly married couples did. Well after about a year of marriage we found that there wasn't really anything new to sex between the two of us (we already did the risky outdoor sex, anal, every position etc) and started talking about others. I'm guessing it's something that every couple goes through at one point or another. It was innocent talk and neither one of us ever thought about acting on it. Looking back on it now I'd say that we were a little immature in that department. So the story begins! As I mentioned Lisa was 27 at the time, long blond hair, about 5'6" and 125lbs. At the time we didn't share the same friends but did hang out occasionally with each others friends. My friends had on many occasions made comments about how hot Lisa was, and back then it got me pissed off and I'd try to suck it up and ignore them. There was one friend, Joe, that I hung out with more than the others. He was married shortly after Lisa and I so it seemed that we had a little more in common. Ironically he married a girl that Lisa had gone to school with and Lisa HATED her. You see Joe's wife had "stolen" Lisa's first boyfriend from her in high school and Lisa has ever since proclaimed her to be "the biggest bitch ever". As you can imagine it was very awkward when we all got together, however those times were very infrequent. Joe and I and Lisa have hung out enough times to hear stories about Joe's wife. His wife is not very fond of Lisa either. As a result Lisa has always seemed to have a unique dislike for Joe as well but tolerated him because he was my friend. Because he was around so often, Lisa was very comfortable around him and wasn't afraid to joke around and speak her mind - mostly calling him an asshole for this or that. Joe took it well and never personally. Anyway, this one particular night we were all out at a bar - Lisa with her friends separately from me and my friends. I had called Lisa and we made plans to meet back at our apartment and then all go to one of her friends house. Joe and I came back to our house around 11pm and watched TV while waiting for Lisa to come back and we'd all drive together. Joe and I were sitting on the couch watching TV when Lisa came in about a half hour later. To make a long store shorter, Lisa said that she was tired and didn't feel like going to her friends house. Lisa went and changed into a simple t-shirt and shorts and came into the living room where Joe and I were sitting watching TV. She said something like "move over I'm tired and want to lie down", so Joe moved to the far end of the couch and I to the other side. Lisa plopped herself on the couch so that her head was resting on my lap and her feet were curled up just touching Joe at the other end of the couch - I could tell that she already had had quite a bit to drink. I can't remember how the topic was brought up but we started talking about taking nude photos and movies and I jokingly confessed (it was actually true) that Lisa and I had quite a few pictures and some movies of us having sex. Joe naturally commented that he wanted to see them and Lisa smacked my leg saying that we were perverted pigs (she knew I wouldn't actually show him). After more joking, the topic of massages came up and Lisa said something about she'd rather get a good massage than sex and that I never give her massages (I do, but not as often as she'd like). I then jokingly ( you know, that voice you use when letting somebody know that they're being a big baby about something) said "I'll give you a massage" and started rubbing her back. Lisa's eyes closed and she spread her legs out over Joe's lap. The way she was laying her back was kind of arched backwards and she said it was uncomfortable so Joe grabbed one of our big pillows and Lisa willingly raised and put the pillow under her mid-section. With the pillow under her it made her ass kind of stick up a little and Joe had a NICE view. I continued rubbing her back as her head was on my lap and feet on Joe's. Joe started rubbing her legs and Lisa didn't say a word other than "mmm..now that feels nice". I looked over at Joe and he mouthed to me that he could see her panties. With the way she was laying and her shorts being short and just a little loose by the thigh I guess you could see right under. I knew what he was seeing because I enjoyed that view many times. So Joe continued rubbing Lisa's feet and legs and I her back and shoulders. After a few minutes she wasn't saying a word and I thought she was either falling asleep or REALLY enjoying it - or a little of both. I pulled her shirt up so that I could rub her bare back. Joe continued rubbing up and down her legs. Still no word from Lisa. As I looked down at her bare back lying there, knowing that Joe was getting a good view of her panties, I became very excited and my cock grew as Lisa laid her head on me. I know that she had to have felt my cock grow, but she did didn't move which only seemed to get me more aroused. As I was rubbing her back my hands pushed under her shorts and panties while rubbing the lower part of her back - something I know she likes. Joe looked at me and shook his head yes as if to ask if it were alright for him to rub up her thigh higher. I nodded my approval and watched as his hands moved up her leg to her butt and then down the other side. I continued rubbing Lisa's back and shoulders and then felt her hand squeeze my cock from under her resting head. That sent a rush of sensation shooting through my body because she knew that Joe was rubbing her legs and now her butt and to me it said that she was liking it. I then moved my hand down to the end of her back and again under her panties, but this time my hand pushed as far down her panties as I could reach. Lisa then began to massage my cock with her hand has her head laid on my lap. Until this point Joe really hadn't let his hands go too far other than over Lisa's shorts on her butt and her legs. I saw him look over for a moment at Lisa massaging my cock. I then watched his hands rub up her thighs and push under her shorts as he too massaged her butt. I could see his fingers slowly move under her shorts on her butt and then to her panty covered pussy. I was shocked and surprised and extremely turned on feeling Lisa massaging my cock while knowing SHE know that Joe was feeling her up. We all kept rubbing and I was about to explode just thinking of what was happening. Joe then looked at me and we both smiled at each other. I watched as Joe's fingers rubbed Lisa's ass and pussy and then saw him pull her panties aside and could tell that he had put a finger inside of Lisa's pussy. As he did that, Lisa let out a big breath and began squeezing my cock through my shorts even harder. I was so turned on at that point. I was afraid to push things to the next level but Lisa's breathing was now constantly heavy and I wanted so badly to see how far we could take it. I then reached back down with one hand and pulled Lisa's shots down on one side. Even though there was no way I could pull her shorts down with one hand - I was still thinking that Lisa would finally put an end to our fun anyway but wanted so much to see how far we could go. To my surprise as I pushed on her shorts, Joe reached up with both hands and pulled Lisa's shorts along with her panties down to her knees. AND Lisa didn't stop him or say a word. There she was lying with her bare ass right at my friend. Joe just looked at me like we were the luckiest guys right then and there. He continued rubbing her bare ass and legs and then his hands went right to Lisa's pussy. A soft moan escaped Lisa as she kept her eyes closed and she continued squeezing my cock. I still wasn't sure how far this would go, but I was enjoying every minute of it. I could really tell that Lisa was getting into it and enjoying Joes fingers playing with her clit and pussy. I then thought I'd go for it and reached down and unbuttoned my pants to take my cock out. Not sure why, but I was still thinking that Lisa would put an end to it. Instead she grabbed my cock with her hand and started sucking. At the same time Joe pulled Lisa's shorts and panties completely off. There she was sucking my cock in only socks and a t-shirt, that was pushed all the way up, while my friend massaged her pussy. I think this was the point where I knew Lisa wasn't putting any stop to what was happening. When Lisa started sucking my cock, Joe moved the pillow from under her and laid down on the couch under her so that he could lick her pussy. Lisa started sucking me like never before when Joe was licking her pussy, not even opening her eyes or looking at me. Within a minute of Joe licking her pussy I could tell that Lisa was having an orgasm. The only thing that was keeping me from cumming myself was the amount of alcohol I had consumed. But with everything happening, I was ready to cum. After Lisa's orgasm, Joe got up from under her and pulled his cock from his pants and knelt behind Lisa on the couch. I know Lisa could feel him position himself behind her and I thought for sure that she'd say something. I mean this was the actual deed, not just some heavy petting. PLUS Joe was not wearing a condom. Joe didn't stop though and slowly pushed his cock into Lisa and Lisa only moaned loudly as he entered her. It was too much for me to handle and I exploded into Lisa's mouth. She milked my cock for everything I had as Joe fuck her from behind. Joe continued to fuck her after I had cum. Lisa moved up and began kissing me. I can't tell you what an experience that was kissing my wife, tasting my own cum from her tongue, while she was being pushed into me from another man fucking her. Within a minute or so Joe gave a few more hard thrusts as he began to cum inside of her. We were all just so caught up in the moment nothing was said about him cumming inside of her and we all just let it happen. And then Joe just collapsed backwards on the couch and Lisa fell to my side. The first thing that was said was me telling Joe "what the fuck are you thinking of? Why did you cum inside of her". I didn't say it completely mad, but it was something he shouldn't have done. Lisa kind of snuggled up to me, still wearing only her t-shirt and socks. We all laid there exhausted, all of us still partially naked. Lisa finally looked over at Joe at one point and I could see her eyes went straight to his semi-hard cock and she said something about us being bad. I'm not sure why but she then reached over and grabbed Joes cock and squeezed it saying "you're bad" and massaged it a few times. She then snuggled up to me again and Joe stood and said that he had better get home. After Joe left Lisa and I had sex again. There were a few other times, but that will be for another time. On the Couch Marc loaded the DVD player and settled on the couch before the television. He started watching the title credits roll by but was distracted by Eva, who was clearing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher. Wearing only a pale blue nightshirt and white cotton panties, she was looking bold and beautiful. Marc couldn't take his eyes off her. But Eva was engrossed in her work, ignorant of the way Marc was looking at her. Marc made a mental note of all the things that he wanted to do to Eva. Her perky little breasts swayed as she moved around indicating that she had no bra underneath the shirt. Her ass jiggled and became provocatively visible every time she stretched or bent. Marc knew that he was getting hard by just observing Eva do her normal routine. Tonight he wanted her so badly that he was aching with need. He was pulled out of his reverie, when Eva settled herself beside him. Marc looked at her radiant face and couldn't stop himself from touching her. He just stroked her face and she nuzzled her face into his palm. He bent and took her mouth for a passionate kiss. She brought him closer by looping her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. 'Tired?' Marc asked as he stroked her hair and placed feather-light kisses on her face. 'No, not at all,' murmured Eva as she snuggled closer to Marc. Eva glanced at the screen and looked at Marc who seemed to be intently watching the movie. 'Is this what you want us to watch tonight?' asked Eva as she looked at the screen. 'I thought of spicing up things a little bit,' replied Marc as he looked at the screen. On the screen, an erotic movie was playing where a couple was engrossed in hot and wild sex. Marc ran his fingers across Eva's arms giving her goosebumps. She took his hand into hers and brought his fingers into her mouth, never taking her eyes off the screen. She sucked each of his fingers making Marc squirm. Marc wished that it would have been his dick and not his fingers that Eva sucked. With a small murmur of protest, Eva let Marc take his hand back. Eva lay back against Marc and started running her fingers across Marc's chest. She popped open the buttons of Marc's shirt and grazed her fingers through his chest hair. Marc thought of stopping Eva but on a second thought, he let her continue. After opening all the buttons, Eva peeled off Marc's shirt. She then tugged and pinched Marc's nipples, which made Marc, groan. She then rose slightly and kissed Marc and traced a path from his jaw to his chest with a flurry of kisses. She took his nipple into her mouth. She sucked and tugged at it making Marc grind his hands in her hair. Thinking that enough was enough; Marc pulled himself away from Eva and just held her in his arms. Disappointed at the loss of his touch, Eva went back to watching the movie. 'I will be right back,' whispered Marc as he got up and went into the kitchen. 'Want some help?' asked Eva as she heard Marc rummaging in the refrigerator and kitchen cabinets. 'No, it's alright,' replied Marc as he collected all that he needed. *** By the time Marc came back, Eva was engrossed in watching the movie. Her nipples strained against the nightshirt. There was a wet spot on her panties. Knowing that the movie had turned on Eva, Marc smiled inwardly. He placed the items that he had brought with him on the table adjacent to the couch. She didn't realize Marc's presence beside her until he nudged her and she looked at him. He had a naughty gleam in his eyes and she knew that he was up to something wicked. Before she could look at the things in his hand, Marc whispered, 'Babe, close your eyes,' and urged Eva to close her eyes. Marc took the blindfold and tied it across her eyes. Making sure that it was properly tied, Marc took Eva into his arms and settled her on his lap. She faced him and her heart was already racing. Marc stroked Eva's face and brought his lips onto hers for a scorching kiss. Not leaving her lips, Marc snaked his hands beneath her shirt and ran his hands over her belly and cupped her breasts. His fingers stroked her erect nipples and pinched them. Eva moaned and pulled Marc closer into her arms. 'Do you know what is happening on the screen right now?' asked Marc huskily. 'Tell me,' whispered Eva as she nibbled at Marc's jaw. 'The guy is fucking her hard and deep. I am gonna do the same to you,' murmured Marc against Eva's ear and ran his tongue over her ear lobe, making Eva shiver. Marc then brought his hands to the front of Eva's shirt and started unbuttoning her shirt. He placed light kisses across the exposed flesh. Eva held herself steady by clutching Marc's shoulders. Marc undid all the buttons of her shirt and threw her shirt away. Her nipples were already hard and pointed. He took one of her nipple and tugged at it. He took the other breast into her hands and squeezed it. Eva moaned and writhed and Marc had to hold her steady. Marc ran his fingers across Eva's back. Being blindfolded, heightened her senses and everything Marc did only made her even more excited. Marc placed Eva on the couch and stretched himself on top of her. He raked his nails on her belly and lingered over her body, placing soft kisses on her breasts. He then picked up a chocolate dipped strawberry from the bowl on the table. 'Open your mouth,' murmured Marc as he placed the fruit at her lips. As soon as Eva's lips touched the fruit, she brought out her tongue and swiped the chocolate off the strawberry, before opening her mouth and accepting the morsel. The juice from the fruit dribbled down her chin and Marc licked it like a Cheshire cat. Marc then took a strawberry in between his teeth and brought his mouth towards Eva. He nudged her mouth with the fruit and as she took a bite, Marc swallowed the rest, letting their lips kiss each other. 'Ready for more?' murmured Marc against Eva's ear and she only nodded her head. Marc took a couple of strawberries and crushed them in his hand and smeared the fruits across Eva's breasts, making her shudder. Her nipples were hard and protruding and begging to be touched. Marc licked the strawberry pieces from her chest and suckled her nipples, forcing Eva to graze her nails over Marc's back. Marc took another handful of strawberries and gave the same treatment to her belly and licked her clean. Marc raised her hips and removed her panties. He then settled between her legs and parted her thighs and placed a flurry of kisses on her inner thighs. Eva was dripping wet and all she wanted was Marc's touch. But he teased her by ignoring her pleas. She moved her hips towards his mouth but he just thwarted her attempts. She then heard the shake of a can. She nearly shot off the couch when Marc aimed the can and sprayed the whipped cream on her pussy. He then started attacking her pussy with his tongue, taking long swipes and licking the cream along with her juices. His tongue reached every nook and crevice of her pussy and wiped the cream. He took her clit into his mouth and pulled at it, making her frenzy with need. Marc then reached and opened Eva's blindfold. She looked at Marc with a new vigor in her eyes. Just then, Marc thrust one of his fingers into her already wet and warm flesh. Her pussy was tight and he stretched it by inserting another finger. He moved his fingers in and out of her pussy, making her writhe underneath him. Marc increased the pace and within a few minutes, Eva shattered into an earth-splitting orgasm. Seeing Eva orgasm, almost made Marc cum. He kissed her and then nibbled her bottom lip as she lay limply in his arms. Eva pushed Marc on to his back, removed the button of Marc's trousers and dragged them down. She then whispered seductively, 'Now, it's your turn, mister.' Eva plundered Marc's mouth with a hard kiss, making his cock jump. She kissed and nibbled at his abs before settling between his legs. She cradled his cock which was rock hard and kissed its head. Marc hissed his approval and thrust his hips forward. Eva stroked his cock and took it into her mouth. She expertly swiveled her tongue around his cock and licked his balls. She squeezed his ass and cupped his balls, making Marc groan. He dragged his fingers through her hair and tucked the stray strands behind her ear. Eva blew a small puff of air on his cock and took his entire shaft into her mouth and started deep-throating him. Marc grabbed Eva's head and started fucking her mouth. He knew that he wouldn't last long if Eva maintained the same pace. So, he pulled away from her and brought her on top of his body. 'Ride me,' he whispered as he stroked her face. Eva hovered over Marc's body, giving him tiny and soft kisses. She took his erection and guided it into her body. The first touch of her sleek and warm flesh, made Marc almost cum. Her flesh surrounded him like a second skin. He held her and she started riding him. He was deep inside her and he filled her up completely. Eva dragged her fingernails across Marc's chest. Marc flicked Eva's nipples with his fingers and took them into his mouth. Eva increased the pace and gyrated her hips, making Marc groan. She clenched his cock with her pussy muscles driving herself over the edge. Marc brought Eva onto her side and thrust into her. Eva was cumming and he used the last of her contractions to shoot his cum, as he screamed her name. Eva snuggled closer into Marc and threw her thigh possessively over his. Marc held her as he stroked her spine. 'Want to take a shower together?' whispered Marc as he nibbled Eva's shoulder. 'Hmm...' murmured Eva as she sighed contentedly against Marc's chest. Now that's another story ... Feedback and comments are welcome. On The Couch A year after my divorce became final I threw a little barbecue party for friends and neighbours as a sort of private celebration. Friends I invited because they truly were friends who'd stuck with me through some difficult times. Neighbours, because my friends could get a bit noisy sometimes, especially when someone else is laying out a couple of kegs. Most of my neighbours are OK. I get on reasonably well with them. A couple of them are assholes, but they probably think the same of me and some of my friends. Come to think of it, a couple of my friends are assholes, but they're still my friends. Included with my neighbours are James and Anne. I prayed that they wouldn't be able to come, but the good Lord ignored my most fervent prayers. I have nothing against Anne. She is a lovely woman, both in personality and looks. It's James I can't stand. He's a born politician, and if you can think of something worse to call someone, then that probably applies to him as well. Anyway, they turned up, and where Anne genuinely likes people and gets on with everyone, James just assumes that he does and that everyone loves him. He was circling the crowd, glad-handing everyone, eager to discuss the politics of the day, always assuming that he was right and we would all agree with him. In other words, being a total asshole. I could always spot where he was by watching people drift away from that area. Despite James, everyone seemed to have a good time. Food was eaten and drink was drunk. Quite a bit of drink was drunk, James especially eager to accept when free booze was on offer. A number of my friends and neighbours had brought along a couple of extra bottles, but not James. All he brought was an opinion, an appetite and a thirst. At times I don't think he even realised that his wife was there. Eventually people started drifting off home. Friends first, oddly enough, generally because they had further to go. Then the neighbours started making a beeline for their own residences, until there was only James and my good self left. James was blotto, barely able to stand. I assumed that Anne had given up on dragging him away while there was still free beer available and gone home early. Unlike James, she had not been drinking. I steered James out of the yard and walked him down the street. All things considered I suppose I had a moral responsibility to deliver him home in one piece. He staggered up to his front door, managed to open it and reeled inside. I closed the door behind him and went home. The cleaning up I decided would wait until the morning. I did a quick check around the backyard to ensure that I hadn't left any unconscious guests out there, and then thought I'd better do the same for the house. It was a good thing I did. Anne was asleep on the couch in the front room. Apparently she hadn't gone home; simply come inside to rest while waiting for James. I think I might have mentioned that she is quite lovely to look at. A very shapely figure and lovely long legs, which were currently on full display. Her skirt had ridden up in her sleep, revealing lacy panties and a lot of silky smooth thigh. I think I may have had one or two beers too many, even though as host I had considered it my duty not to get pissed with everyone else. Nothing else could explain my behaviour. Moving slowly, I eased her panties off and started stroking her legs and inner thighs, gradually moving along her legs until I was gently massaging her pussy. A nicely shaven pussy I noticed, and I was soon trailing my fingers all around it while Anne moaned and shifted restlessly. One leg slid off the couch, leaving her wide open to my advances. I knelt on the couch and pressed my cock lightly against her pussy. Reaching down I eased her lips slightly apart, letting them close upon the head of my cock. I wasn't actually inside her, at this point, but it would only take a nudge. Reaching over I started undoing the buttons of her blouse. Easing it open I was pleased to find Anne was actually wearing a front opening bra. It was the work of a moment to undo it and expose the treasures beneath. I started stroking them, rubbing the nipples around with my palms and enjoying the feel of her. I was quite startled when she suddenly spoke to me. "Are you intending to rape me while I'm drunk and half asleep, Mike?" she asked me quietly. I laughed. "Certainly not," I said. "For a start, you're not drunk. I watched everyone and if you had more than a couple of glasses of wine I'll go he. You should be able to tell that I'm in a position to ravish you if I wanted to, but haven't. If you haven't looked I'll let you know that yes, that is my cock pressing against you and wanting to enter you. All I've been doing is admiring your body while waiting for you to wake up. Now that you are awake, I'm waiting for you to say yay or nay to my driving home and ravishing you. You don't have to answer just yet. I'm quite happy to play with these glorious breasts while waiting for you to make up your mind. Um, I think it's only fair to tell you that if you say yay, I'll be driving into so far and so deep you won't have time to do more than scream before you're firmly nailed to the couch." With that I bent down and started sucking on one of her nipples, while one hand played with her other breast and the other went wandering downstairs to press against her pussy, pushing it firmly against my cock, heightening her awareness of it being poised there. "Just how much have you had to drink, Mike," Anne asked. "Not much, really," I said, "but apparently enough to lower my inhibitions. You have a very soft body you know. Full of lovely curves and things." "What makes you think I might say yes?" "I don't think any such thing," I pointed out. "It's just that I really want you and hope you'll agree." "And if I say no?" "Then I'll probably have a tent-pole under the bed for the rest of the night. No is no, unfortunately. Are you saying no?" "No." I paused. What did that mean? "Have pity on me. Apparently I've drunk enough that my mind is not working smoothly. Is that no, I can't ravish you, no, you're not saying no, or no, you haven't made up your mind." Anne giggled. "Maybe this will tell you," she said, and pressed her pussy up against me, accepting the head of my cock inside her. She was hot and wet and felt wonderful. "Quite sure?" I murmured. At her nod I did as promised, driving in so hard and fast that before Anne had time to do more than squeal I was fully inside her, pinning her to the couch. I looked down at her, laughing, and found her looking back up at me, startled but also laughing. "A man of your word, I see," she murmured. I grinned and started moving within her, finding her eagerly pushing up to meet me. For a while we just enjoyed ourselves, letting our bodies make the running, moving together with mutual satisfaction. Excitement was building within both of us, but I had no intention of letting things end like this. I wanted more and intended to have more. I suddenly pulled out, leaving Anne protesting. "Roll over, woman," I told her, encouraging her to do so. It only took moments and she was resting her head on her crossed arms looking back at me, poised behind her where her bottom reared into the air, presenting herself to me. Anne seemed to hold her breath for a moment and then let it out with a squeal as I drove into her, hard and fast, asserting my dominance over her. Again our rhythm came together, Anne's bottom bobbing up and down as I drove lustily into her hot wet pussy. I pounded her, every so often giving her a slap on the bottom to encourage her to greater efforts. Anne was squealing and bucking against me, excitement causing her voice to tremble. It wasn't long before we were again heading towards a climax, but I was still not ready to finish. Anne was shocked when I suddenly pulled out a second time. She was gasping and protesting as I swung her to her feet. She was even more surprised when I lay back on the couch, indicated my erection and demanded that she mount me and pleasure me. Laughing, she straddled me, and then sank slowly down onto me. She started off by rocking, leaning back and then leaning forward, the movement causing a slow drag against my cock and kept her excitement levels high. She was breathing hard (so was I for that matter) as she rocked, flushed and sweating. Soon, that rocking movement wasn't enough for her. She started bouncing, lifting herself up off my cock and then driving back down onto it, with me giving enthusiastic upward thrusts to meet her. Anne seemed determined that I wasn't going to be able to pull any more position changes. Her hands pressed firmly against my chest, making sure I stayed there while she demonstrated her sexual abilities. By now I was so close to a climax I wouldn't have the strength of mind to stop and pause for a moment. Instead I just thrust up as hard as I could, meeting her halfway as she pressed eagerly down. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? If they were like Anne and me they couldn't give a damn. They were just so relieved to finally come that nothing else mattered. Afterwards, Anne collapsed against me, lying on top of me, the pair of us still joined. Somehow we managed to not fall asleep. We both had a quick shower and dressed, and then I escorted Anne back to her house. Letting herself in, she damn near tripped over James who was sleeping on the floor just inside the front door. She shook her head, stepped over him and headed towards her bedroom while I closed the door and went home. We had both agreed that what had happened was a once off. It wouldn't happen again. We were both lying through our teeth. On The Couch I'm sitting here, waiting for you to come sit next to me. I'm wearing your t-shirt and my lacy panties... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (12 min/mp3) * * * * * On the Course Anna Kendrick emerged from the woods, golf club in one hand while the other adjusted her white visor. She got back onto the fairway and headed back up to the tee. As she got about halfway, her best friend and golfing partner for the day Aubrey Plaza grabbed her by the arm and whispered into her ear. "I saw what you were doing in there," she said, causing Anna's face to turn pale. "You-you did?" she asked, looking around to make sure nobody was around. "Did anyone else?" "Not that I saw," Aubrey replied. "I only saw the very end but still, I didn't peg you as that kind of girl." "Can we talk about this later?" Anna asked, hushing her friend. "Only if you give me every little detail later," Aubrey said in her normal monotone voice. "And I mean everything from when you got here to now, I've only seen you for about five minutes today...I mean before THAT." "Fine, just shut up before someone hears you, let's finish playing," Anna said in a direct voice. "I hate golf." "From what I saw, you sure enjoy the clubs though," Aubrey mocked, receiving a punch in the arm from her friend. "Fuck you," she said, walking away while her friend laughed. The girls, along with the two older male executives, finished their golf game. Neither girl had a good game, both ending in triple digits, but neither seemed to care. Aubrey continued to mock Anna quietly, annoying her friend. Anna had to repeatedly smack Aubrey's arm and neck to get her to keep her mouth closed. The two girls left the property after the game, making up a reason not to stay and grab drinks with the executives. Aubrey did so because she wanted to hear the detailed activities of her 'adventurous' friend while Anna got a weird vibe, thinking that 'drinks' was just the first step towards a horrifying group sex session with the grey-haired, mid-fifties men. Having arrived with one of the men, Aubrey had to hitch a ride with Anna, which was obviously not a problem As Anna pulled away from the country club, she tossed her visor in the backseat and looked at her friend, who had both of her feet on the dashboard, playing with the button on her yellow polo shirt. Anna looked down and noticed the button on her white and pink striped polo was missing, remembering that it was left in the woods earlier. "Missing something?" Aubrey mocked. "Besides your dignity?" "Shut up!" Anna yelled. "I can have some fun if I want to, it doesn't mean I lose self-respect or anything." "So you're proud of what I saw?" Aubrey asked. Anna looked forward and let a small smile curl the corners of her mouth. "Yes I am," she said as she closed her legs together and let out a sigh. "Ugh will you tell me already!?" Aubrey sighed. "When we get back to my house," she responded. Aubrey remained quiet for the rest of the hour long drive. Anna stayed focused on driving, keeping her mind off of what she had done in the woods, occasionally smiling and laughing to herself, only infuriating Aubrey, who desperately wanted to know. Once at the house, Anna ran upstairs to grab a shower while Aubrey walked outside for a quick herbal activity. Around a half hour later, with Aubrey nice and stoned, Anna came back downstairs in a pair of black sweatpants and a white tank top holding two glasses of wine. "Nice nipples," Aubrey said, noticing the poking bumps under her shirt. "Are you just horny all the time?" Anna asked. "You didn't mind it in Hawaii," Aubrey said, biting her lip and smiling as she took a glass from her hand. Anna rolled her eyes before grabbing her friend's hand and squeezing it, a smile appearing on her face as well. "Where should I start?" Anna asked. "Start from when you got to the club," Aubrey said, sipping her wine. - Anna walked into the country club already dressed for a day on the course, decked out in the striped polo, short and tight light pink shorts and white sneakers with her visor in her bag. She pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail and put the headwear on. She looked around to find the two men waiting by the door leading to the course. "You must be Anna," the taller man said. "I'm Jack, this is Walt." "Hello," she quietly said, looking around for Aubrey. Instantly, the actress was feeling dirty just being around the men. To her, they had the textbook look of perverted old men with nothing on their mind but young women and how to get them in bed. Anna was still flattered a bit as she was still recovering from her thirtieth birthday and the feeling of a first digit of 'three' in her age. While it did feel good to be thought of as a young woman, she still had no interest in grey-haired, wrinkled old men picturing her naked. Walt stared at her with his jaw hanging open enough to cause a shiver. "Sorry I'm late," Aubrey said, walking up behind Anna and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Thank god," Anna quietly said. "What do you say we go out and hit around some balls," Jack said, causing a shudder to run through Anna's muscles. "I hope I don't make too much of a fool out of myself," Aubrey said as she put her own visor on and walked past Anna. "I've never played golf before." "Me neither," Anna said, walking past the men. Once outside, the girls were assigned their caddies and headed out to the first tee. Each man took a swing that landed about a hundred yards away. Anna received her driver from the old caddy and approached the ball. She looked uncomfortable as she tried to get in position to swing, which was quickly picked up on by Walt. "Let me help you out," he said, walking up behind her. "No I'm-oh you're just going to push against me like that, okay," she said as the old man grabbed her arms from behind her, pressing his entire body against hers. "How does that feel?" he asked, straightening her arms out and helping her mimic a swing. "Good, I guess," she said while feeling something hard against her ass. "I could do without your dick trying to rip through my shorts, though." "I can't help myself," he said, laughing in her ear. "I'll try to lose the pole." Aubrey snickered in the background as she watched the borderline-molestation of her best friend. She instantly stopped once Jack started to talk to her. "I can help you swing too," he suggested. "I'm a lesbian so don't get any ideas," the closeted bisexual Aubrey said, partially lying. "You and her?" he asked. "I wish, she's straight as an arrow," she lied, not wanting to give him any ideas of a potential showing later on. "She's also in a relationship so you should tell pokey to back off." Jack looked over to see Walt continuing to practice swinging with Anna, who a look of frightened disgust on her face. Jack did nothing to stop Walt, allowing him to have his fun. Two minutes of uncomfortable molestation later, Walt finally let Anna go. Anna stopped from throwing up in her mouth long enough to swing the club and launch the ball into the distance. Unfortunately, the legitimate tips that Walt had given her had fallen on deaf ears and the ball shot deep into the woods on the side of the course. "Fuck!" Anna yelled. "I like a dirty mouth on a dirty girl," the perverted Walt said. "Let's go find it together." Anna's eyes went wide at the thought of going out of public sight with this man who was clearly ready to do what he pleased with her. "Oh yeaaa-no, I'm good to go by myself," she said, running away, club still in hand. Anna made it to the trees and started heading in, using the club to swat away any bushes or wild animals that may get in her way. While swinging away, she saw a large figure about a hundred feet away. She gripped both hands around the handle and held the club over her shoulder. As she drew closer, she could see that it was a long-haired, shirtless man bent over. "Got another one," the man said as he held up Anna's golf ball. Anna got within ten feet when he turned around. She started to swing the club but stopped as she saw his clean-shaven handsome face and very in-shape torso. "Whoa, don't swing," he said, holding his hands up. "I mean no harm." Anna slowly brought the club down as her eyes molested his body. "Neither do I," she said as an inadvertent smile came to her face. "You really are in some kind of shape." "I try," he responded. "Judging by the get-up, I'm guessing that this your ball." "Yep," she said, her eyes still locked on his abs. "I got stuck playing with some old fogey that's been trying to get in my shorts all day." "They are nice shorts," the man said, causing Anna to laugh. "A cute laugh as well. I'm here just collecting golf balls for my mural." "An artist?" she asked, still not looking at his face. "You could say that," he said, reaching out and lifting her chin up until their eyes met. "You could also look at something besides my body." "You were the one admiring my shorts," she said, her eyes drifting south. "You have nice shorts too." "Thanks, would you like to play a game?" he asked. "Sure," she said, lost in a haze of lust. "Okay, it's called 'find the ball'," he chuckled as he pulled his shorts out and tucked the golf ball inside his underwear. Anna leaned her golf club against an old tree and squatted down. "Before I play, I should probably learn your name," she said as she tugged at his belt. "Just call me Shane," he said, running the back of his fingers across her ponytail. "No need to say your name Ms. Kendrick, I'm very aware who you are." Anna smiled up at him as she reached her hand into his pants, sliding between his underwear and muscular body. Her fingers brushed past his semi-erect cock and grabbed for the ball. "Do I get bonus points if I find two or three?" Anna giggled. "Only one way to find out," he said as he felt her slender fingers grab at his scrotum. Anna juggled Shane's testicles in her hand while her big brown eyes sparkled as they stared up at him. Shane's eyes closed and he let out a deep groan. He flipped Anna's visor off, leaving it to dangle from the ponytail it was caught in. The actress used her free hand to tug his shorts down, which took a few pulls. Once down, Shane's fully-erect, almost seven inch cock sprung free, bopping her in the nose while the golf ball bounced to the ground. "Oh hello," she said before rubbing her nose up and down the shaft. "Don't stop," he whispered. "I have to," she said pulling her head away, her hand still firmly grasping his balls. "Otherwise I can't do this." Anna stood up, bent over and while both hands grabbed a ball, she maneuvered her mouth to the head and inhaled it. With no hesitation, she rapidly thrusted her head back and forth, taking every inch into her mouth. The mushroom-shaped head bounced against the back of her severely-salivated throat. Shane reached down and tore the button off of her polo shirt, reaching into grab a hold of her bra-covered b-tits. With heavy groping, he took an entire breast in his large hand before switching to the other. While this was going on, her right hand moved from his balls to his shaft, holding it in place while her lips slid tightly up and down. "You are one good cock sucker," he told her, causing her to release his crotch and stand straight up. "How rude," she said, lightly slapping her chest before turning around and yanking her little pair of shorts to her feet. "Now eat my ass and apologize, you bastard." "I am SOOO sorry," he sarcastically said, kicking his shorts away and dropping to his knees. Shane grabbed Anna's ass cheeks, spreading them wide and staring her puckered pink portal. He spit a large wad onto the hole before burying his mouth against her. Anna leaned against the same tree she rested her club against, arching her back. She covered her mouth to prevent a loud squeal that may have drawn attention. The man's tongue circled around the hole for about twenty seconds before it poked through, entering the exit tunnel. Slowly, Shane moved his hands around her pale thighs until his fingertips felt the split ends of her short pubic hair. Anna reached a hand downstairs, grabbing one of his and bringing it to her soaking wet snatch. She pushed one of his fingers inside before moving away and letting him to all the work. Shane worked both of her holes with equal attention. When his finger slowed down, his tongue followed suit, and vice versa. Anna rested her forehead against the tree, her eyes staying closed as her pussy heated up from the attention it was receiving. She groaned as she felt his slimy tongue run away from her ass and meet his finger. He hummed as he tickled the outer edge of her lips. "This is all fun and shit but I could really use something harder than a tongue and bigger than a finger in my twat," she said as she tried to dig her fingers into the bark of the tree. Shane stood up and rubbed his cock against her pussy before spotting her golf club resting against another tree. He reached over and grabbed it by its rubber handle. With Anna's eyes following the club, watching it disappear out sight, she felt the rough rubber rubbing against her soaking wet opening. She gritted her teeth as he pushed it forward, the pink piece of rubber at the tip disappearing inside her own piece of pink. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed as the pole slid deeper into her. Shane pulled back and started to fuck her pussy faster with the golf club. Anna's torso sunk lower until she was almost horizontal, barely able to hold herself up against the tree. Slowly, she began to rock her hips back against the club, taking more and more until she had almost eleven inches inside her. "I should play golf more often!" she happily exclaimed as he pulled all eleven inches of rubber and steel from her love passage. "Hey, I was about to cum!" "I want to feel you cum around another long pole," he said as he ran the wet rubber against her still wet asshole. At the same time he teased her ass, he shoved his eager penis into her prepared pussy. He groaned has her love glove took his cock as if it was a regular entrant. He could feel the walls of her pussy still tugging from the insertion of the club, giving him an amazing feeling around his throbbing member. Shane started to push the handle in as softly as he could, being in a bad angle to give her a full-on double fucking. His hips were moving a mile a minute, giving the air a loud slapping sound of hot flesh to fill its space. After twirling the club around in her butt for about a minute, he tossed it aside, grabbed onto her ass with both hands and took full control of his horny little golf girl. He saw her visor dangling from her ponytail and flipped it up, landing upside down atop her head. Anna laughed before being brought back into her sexual haze. The brunette rested her cheek against the tree and with rapid breaths shooting out, could feel the orgasm she was close to receiving from the club building up again. As she was one to do, she reached for and groped her own breasts, filling her hands as much as she could and pulling them to add a bit of loving pain to her exploding pleasure. Her knees buckled a bit, though not enough to cause a loss of balance, as an intense orgasm washed over her sweaty body. Shane held her ass tight, keeping her steady as his hips thrusted at a great pace. Eventually, once her body had calmed down, he hooked an arm under her thigh and pulled it up. Anna scratched and clawed her way up the tree until she was standing up almost vertically. She whipped her head to face him and gave him the cutest of smiles before using her mouth to emot. Her tongue circled around, licking her teeth and lips, she pretended to blow kisses at him and pressed her tongue inside her cheek, making it look like she had a cock bumping around inside. The expressive face of Anna Kendrick, along with a vibrating inner pussy was enough to bring Shane near his breaking point. He pulled out of the actress, who grabbed the golf ball from the dirt and pushed it into her drenched cunt as he jerked himself to climax. He grabbed her face and forced his cock down her throat, shooting his thick, salty cum directly into her throat, trickling down into her stomach. She choked a bit at first, mainly from laughing as she audibly popped the ball out of her cunt with a strong push. Anna stared up at Shane's face as the last few sperm fell down her throat. He kept his cock in her mouth for nearly a minute before pulling out, a long strand of saliva hanging from it. "Talk about a fun golf outing," she said as she stood up and gave him a long, deep kiss. "I really should go before my friend and the pervs come looking for me." Anna grabbed the golf ball and wedged it back in her pussy before dressing herself back up. Before she could turn around and say goodbye, Shane had disappeared into the woods, spotting Aubrey looking in from outside of the trees. Anna ran out and was met with Aubrey. - "Wow, that's a hot fucking story," Aubrey said, openly rubbing her pussy through her shorts. "You think that was hot?" Anna said as she pulled her black sweatpants down, revealing her uncovered pussy. Anna squeezed Aubrey's hand and the couch and, once again very audibly, popped the golf ball out of her again-soaked snatch. Aubrey laughed loudly before taking the ball in hand and popping it in her mouth, sucking on it for nearly a minute. She spit it out before wedging it back in her best friend, giving it one final push with her tongue. "You're weird, Aub," Anna said as she kissed her loving friend on the lips, tasting herself. "Want to go get weirder?" Anna and Aubrey ran upstairs, Anna grabbing a spare golf club that she had resting near the door. They slammed the door shut, engaging in one of their daily sex sessions, with a little twist.