1 comments/ 19815 views/ 0 favorites One More Time By: krystyl251 I needed to buy clothes for work, so I went shopping one Saturday afternoon with my mom. My brother and my recently-ex boyfriend came with us, but they wandered around on their own for the day. When we were finally finished (I bought a lot of stuff), we met up with the boys and drove back to my apartment. I asked Bobby (that’s my boyfriend, or ex rather) if he wanted to stay for a while after my family left so I could show him what I bought. (When we were going out and living together, I used to put on mini fashion shows for him after I went shopping.) He said yes and soon my family left for the night. When we were alone, Bobby asked me what type of stuff I had bought. I told him I bought clothes for work, but no skirts (he always loved seeing me in skirts) and two bras. He looked interested at the mention of underwear, so I warned him that they weren’t sexy bras, they were comfortable for work. Then, teasing, I said, “See?” and lifted my shirt up, flashing him. I could see the instant heat in his eyes and began to wonder just how long this fashion show would stay innocent. He warned me that I had already given him a hard on and that I’d better be careful. I got up and moved over to where I had hung my clothes up. I took off my shirt, revealing the rest of the bra I had just let him peek at. Bobby made no motion to get up or even look away, so I asked him if he planned to just lay there and watch me get changed the whole time. “If I can,” he answered with a grin. I shot him a warning glare and retreated just outside the room to change into the first outfit. I came back wearing a modest professional outfit, and Bobby was staring at me, trying to find some skin to look at. After I had showed off the outfit a bit, I again removed my shirt, to replace it with the next one I had bought, as it went with the same pants I still had on. Bobby smiled his approval at the lower cut top, and I turned around slowly to show off. The next outfit required removal of both top and bottom, so I kept my back to him and slowly got changed. I could feel his eyes burning into me, watching my every movement as I leaned over to remove my pants, then put on the others. I continued my fashion show, turning more toward him and allowing him to see more of me with each passing outfit. The last one consisted of a normal pair of pants, a slinky tank top that was big enough to show my bra underneath (I had to sew the straps shorter, but hadn’t done it yet), and a long sleeved, lacy top over it. Bobby’s eyes lit up as he told me that the lace top would look much better if that was all I had on. I grinned evilly at him and turned around, removing the extra clothing one piece at a time. When I was completely nude under the shirt, I moved over toward the bed and lay down next to him, pressed close against his side. I could see the struggle in his face as he tried to control himself, then he reached out to touch my breast. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he said. By this point, I was excited myself, and I didn’t want him to think better of anything and stop, so I decided to do everything I could to tease him unmercifully, until he gave me what I wanted - him. I put my hand over his and held it against my breast, urging him to continue. At the same time, I began raining tiny light kisses all over his face. Before long, he couldn’t help but to return my kisses. My hand strayed down to his now-straining cock, which was aching to be let free from his jeans. I obliged, opening them and pushing them down his legs with my foot. He tried to end things then, told me it was late and he had to go home, but I was having none of that. I slid half on top of him, preventing his escape and drowning his slight, unconvincing protests with my kiss. He finally groaned and helped me remove his clothing. I reached down and grabbed his hot, stiff cock, delighting in the clear fluid that already seeped from its tip. He was still trying to resist me, refusing to touch me, but I was anxious to be touched. My free hand found its way to my own nipple, teasing the already-hard peak it found there. Bobby shot me an agonized look. “Don’t touch your self, please,” he ground out. He could never keep his control when I did that. When I didn’t stop immediately, I could see something snap in him, like a dam breaking loose. He leaned in to kiss me ferociously, taking control of the kiss, punishing me for driving him to this. His fingers slid angrily down my stomach, to claim the prize between my legs. I moaned and parted for him, and he slipped a finger inside me. I continued to stroke his cock, faster and harder now, and then we lost it. He rolled me over, so he was on top of me, forcefully spreading my legs apart for his entry. It had been awhile since we had done anything sexual, and between that and the teasing I had put us both through that night, we were both ready. But now that he was committed, Bobby wanted to tease me back, as punishment for teasing him and seducing him in the first place, so he paused, just before entry. He inched his hips forward, just barely touching me, then drew back. I whimpered and pushed my hips toward him, but he wouldn’t allow me to move enough to get him inside me, where I wanted him. He pushed forward, then back, forward and back, refusing to give me what I sought. I grabbed his butt, trying to pull him toward me, but he still resisted. Then, he looked me straight in the eye, and in one strong thrust, entered me fully. We both cried out from the force of the pleasure that impact gave us. We had always had good sex, but this time was incredible, due to the length of absence and the element of taboo, sleeping with your ex. As he thrust in, I pushed back up with my hips, meeting him at every push. He wrapped his arms under my back and grabbed onto my shoulders, pulling me closer to him with every stroke. I was in heaven. I’m normally very quiet in bed, and he is too (mostly because he was embarrassed to break the comparative silence, I think), but tonight we were moaning and sighing to each other, kissing in a frenzy, our tongues moving like crazy, each seeking to taste the other. I slid one of my hands from where it had been grabbing and rubbing Bobby’s shoulders and back, down between us to touch myself, increasing my pleasure. I could feel myself come closer to cumming at the same time as I could sense that he was close, by the tempo and rhythm of his thrusts. We struggled to drive each other on, and up into the waiting bliss of impending orgasm. I reached it first, and my bedroom exploded in pure pleasure. My body shook, and I cried out, not breathing. My spasms pushed Bobby over the edge he’d been clinging to, waiting for my satisfaction, and he fell with me, each clinging to the other, gasping in the aftershocks. We kissed, and he rolled to the side, my head on his shoulder. He had to leave soon after, but my seduction had broken the ice between us. He asked if he could come over again the next day, but that’s another story…. One More Time It'd been a while since we've seen each other, so our reunion sparks fireworks. * * * * * Click Here to listen.(7.5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * One More Time... Again I stepped off the train and spotted him standing on the other side of the tracks, waiting for me. As I walked up the stairs to the overpass I thought about how long it had been since we had seen each other. It had been over a year already. He'd been in steady relationships ever since, while I had dated a few random people here and there, but nothing really serious. Now we were both single and had started talking again on the phone every once in awhile. We were about to hang out for the first time since that last awful fight that had separated us, seemingly forever. As I caught up to Bobby, we didn't really say much, just a muted hi and then we walked to the car. We had a few mundane errands to run before driving the hour back to hang at my place for the afternoon, since I also had to baby-sit for my little sister at the same time. So we stopped to get something for lunch and then headed to the bank to take care of business, and headed back to the city. During the drive, we loosened up with each other again, talking about everything under the sun and renewing the friendship that we had always had, even before we had more than that. I noticed that he had matured a lot in the past year, but we still got along as great as ever, and I couldn't help but feel the familiar pull of attraction I had always had for him. I wondered if he felt it too. Back at my house, Bobby instantly sprawled out on my bed and started poking around on my computer, looking for the original copies of some dirty pictures of myself he had seen. I wasn't sure where to go with that, since I already wanted him, but had been determined not to start anything he'd feel guilty about afterward. I was going to be an angel and not do anything to fuel the latent fire. Really. But when he did a search and started to find the pictures anyway without my help, what was I supposed to do? So he took a good look at all the pictures and then asked me if I still had some lingerie that he loved in the photo. He said I didn't have to put it on, but he wanted to see if it felt the way he imagined it did. So I took it out and let him see it, and at his look of bliss at the softness of it, I decided to change and let him see it on me – but not yet. It had been Bobby's birthday a few days before, and I had gotten him a beautiful ornate dagger as a gift. I could tell he was delighted with it, and I gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying happy birthday. He turned and gave me a big hug in thanks, then pulled away, looked at the dagger again, and gave me another big hug. (He really liked it.) That's when I decided to go put on the lingerie. It was a wine colored velvet bustier with black beading along the top. It fit me to a tee, leaving my 38DD breasts nearly spilling out into Bobby's face as I stepped up to where he sat on my bed to allow him to feel it while it was on me. He groaned as he ran his hands over me, telling me how he had jerked off to the pictures of me wearing this so many times and he didn't think he ever would have seen it in person. He stood up so he could reach better to caress me through the material, and leaned down to softly kiss me, leaving me plenty of opportunity to stop all of this if I wanted to. My only response was to kiss him back harder. It had been so long since anyone had kissed me the way he always had – commanding, but with a tender passion that always held me spellbound. Bobby knew that this bustier had a matching g-string, but I hadn't put that on, so I took it out and showed it to him also. He said how he would love fuzzy panties like that, and I coyly mentioned that the ones I had on were partly fuzzy too, prompting him to immediately open the button to my pants to see for himself. This started off a ferocious mutual rubbing session which unfortunately couldn't last too long, as we had only five minutes before we had to go and pick up my sister from school. I didn't even have time to change back, so I just threw a zippered top over the velvet and we headed out the door. The next few hours, short of the occasional quick hug or kiss, were pretty calm and uneventful since we had a seven year old as chaperone. In fact, we played Uno and watched some TV until my Mom came home to take over so we could go to the mall and get some dinner. After, we were sitting in the car and we both knew that we wanted to fuck each other at this point, but it was also getting late and Bobby had to get home to do some homework for the next day. Being the imp that I am, I suggested that he stay for just a little while and we go park in a dark place I knew so I could give him another present and show off some new skills I had learned. Of course he knew I meant a blow job and that has always been a weak spot for him, so he was sorely tempted. When we got there, we saw that there were other cars there already and he didn't want to do anything where people could watch, but I had been rubbing his cock the whole time we were driving, and he didn't really want to just go home anymore either. We opted to head back to my house and "watch a movie." We got back, picked out a movie, and settled down under a blanket in the semi-darkness, kissing and rubbing and fondling. Now, one thing about my house needs explanation. I don't have an actual bedroom, just a section of the living room that is blocked off. So I don't have a door, just a thin curtain separating it from the rest of the house. So, about 10 feet from my family on the other side of the curtain, I pulled out his cock and quickly began to kiss and lick the head. Bobby's cock is perfect. It's not too big or too small, too thick or too thin. It's always rock hard when he's excited, yet the head is like velvet, and his cum is the sweetest I've ever tasted. That being said, it's no wonder I paid little attention to being caught and instead got caught up in my sucking. Now, when we were together, I wasn't very good at oral sex, but I had learned a few things in the past year, and I could now take almost all of him with every stroke, his head pushing up against the back of my throat and using those muscles and my tongue to massage him all over. Bobby reached over to finger me from behind, and we got into a good rhythm – his finger pushing me forward onto his cock and then pulling back. Within just a few minutes, he was filling my mouth with hot cum. Satisfied for the moment, we settled back in the same comfortable position we always used to fall into and watched some of the movie. After a bit, I said something about how I should change back into a regular shirt before anyone saw I was wearing just lingerie, and Bobby begged to just be able to see it uncovered one more time before I put it away. I did even better – I went into the bathroom and changed into the g-string also. Back in my room, I let him see the whole thing together, and he was once again overcome. With him standing in front of me, I sat on the bed and leaned forward to suck on his cock again. After a minute, though, he pulled me up and pushed me so I was leaning over the bed, my mostly bare ass sticking up in his face. One push and he was fully inside of me. It was sweet torture for both of us to limit our movements to silence for a few minutes, when we stopped so we wouldn't get too caught up and get caught. Not long after, Bobby headed home, but we agreed to hang out again the next week, but where we'd be fully alone this time, at least for awhile. I spent the whole week thinking about it, in a state of almost perpetual horniness. I knew he was going to have a lot to make up for when I saw him again. One More Time... Again... & Again A week had passed since that delicious teasing and now I was going back out to his house where we'd be alone for a few hours to finish what we started. We met again at the train station, but this time we knew what to expect, and we didn't make any stops on our way to Bobby's bedroom. In fact, we were already kissing and pulling clothes off as soon as we made it in the front door. I asked if we should expect his parents to come home anytime soon and he assured me that they wouldn't be back until well after we had to leave to head back to the city. The rest of our clothes in a pile on the floor, he pushed me back to lie on the bed and, seeing that my pussy was completely shaved (something he had always loved), fell between my legs, kissing and licking me all over. I quickly found that he had learned a thing or two in our long separation as well. It had always been a little tricky to get me to cum, but in almost no time at all, I could feel that I was about to cum. I pulled away and told him to lie down, then climbed up to sit on his face, where he resumed his pleasure, starting to finger me at the same time. I leaned over to capture his rigid cock between my lips and we licked and sucked at each other until I could feel that he was getting close to orgasm himself. Pulling away, I turned around and kissed him deeply, tasting myself on his mouth. I lowered my dripping pussy over his throbbing cock, settling him deep within me in one shot. I began to rock back and forth, leaning forward so that Bobby could suck on my nipples. Slowly, then faster, then slow again, we rocked together, locked in our mutual pleasure. We were perfect together. Nowhere had either of us found anyone else that fit so well, or who could read in every movement, every nuance of expression, what would give the greatest pleasure and what to do next. I sat up and leaned back, putting my hands behind my head so my breasts swung high and free, unblocked to his gaze, and began to slowly rotate my hips, squeezing his cock and making him groan in pleasure. I reached over and took something out of my bag on the floor – a purple vibrating dildo. Bobby looked at me in surprise. We had sometimes experimented with toys, but it was never really my thing, so this was certainly unexpected, and I'm sure he was trying to figure out what I meant to do with it. Smiling down at him mischievously, I seductively licked my finger and then began to lick and suck the dildo while I rubbed my asshole. I could see the silent question in his eyes as I told him it was a surprise and turned the vibrator on. I reached back and slowly eased it into my ass, feeling the vibrations spread to my pussy and stimulate us both. The end of it rested lightly against Bobby's balls, creating more pleasure there too. Then I continued to rock back and forth again, reaching down to rub my clit at the same time. With all of this stimulation, I quickly reached my postponed climax, my muscles clamping down strongly and milking him to the point where he could hardly stand it anymore. I told him to let me know when he was about to cum. It was only a matter of seconds before he did, so I quickly pulled back and slid down, swallowing his cock again, tasting both of us together. His cock immediately started twitching and I swallowed quickly, tasting his cum, sucking every last drop from him and cleaning him off well. I climbed back up and collapsed gently on Bobby's chest, and we lay together recovering from our exertions. I think I actually fell asleep because I woke up lying next to him while he gently played with my nipples. I shifted position and quickly found that he was hard and ready to go once again. Once he saw that I was awake, he leaned to kiss me tenderly and reached down to gently rub my clit. Lifting himself up, he eased himself on top of me and stroked my hair while easing my legs apart. Very slowly he slid into me, both of us feeling every inch as he buried himself deep inside. There, he rested for a minute, still kissing me, before setting a slow pace of steady thrusting. This with the kissing was so sweet I just held him in my arms, cradling him to me. Soon though, with the stimulation to my clit, I could feel another orgasm approaching. Bobby sensed this and picked up the rhythm, stroking gradually harder and deeper, pushing me on. I pushed him up and got on my hands and knees, and he quickly pushed back in from behind, thrusting deeper than ever, while reaching around me to continue his attack on my clit.. I reached down to fondle his balls, wanting him to cum with me since I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. Soon I couldn't hold out anymore and came hard, clenching around him. This was all he could take, and he came strongly too, leaving a part of himself deep inside of me. With him still hard inside me, we sank down to the bed, spooning contentedly, and fell asleep. One More Time Before Dawn We are curled up in bed after a long day of working and a night of lovemaking, both on our way to dreamland. As I lay there in a haze of afterglow, I feel you kissing the back of my neck, and I smile. You've always known the right amount of pressure to put in your kisses, and you know that no matter how tired I am I can't resist them, or you. But it is fun to tease you, so I lay there, scarcely breathing, as your lips and tongue magically awaken my tired body. Just when I think I might have gone to far, showing no response to your kisses, you lean into my ear and whisper that you know I am enjoying it. So much for teasing, I smile in the darkness and sigh happily. You go back to kissing and licking my neck, but you don't stop there...I feel your tongue slide my spine, not slowly, not fast, but just enough to raise Goosebumps on my skin. As you reach my end of my spine, I feel you bite the top of my ass. This is new, and feels wickedly good. I moan and try to roll over onto my back for more lovemaking, but you stop me, and make me stay on my side. You continue to bite different parts of my ass, and I never know which cheek you are going to choose, so each bite is a new sensation. I feel your tongue glide over the bite marks, hot little spots on my cheeks, and the wetness of you tongue soothes them slightly. Then I feel your tongue in the crack of my ass, and I jump a bit, not expecting it. You shush me in a low voice, as you raise one of my legs high in the air. The juices of our earlier lovemaking are wet and clinging to my pussy lips, and you attack them with pleasure licking and sucking. I really want to roll over to give you better access, but you hold my leg high up, and I can't move. I feel you tongue darting in and around my clit, which is so sensitive that it sends shock through my whole body, and I tremble with renewed need. Your tongue finds my hole, and after licking the last of our shared loved from you, you dive your tongue in and out of me several time. I love it when you fuck me with your mouth, and I start buzzing, ready to cum again for you. But you stop. You aren't willing to let me cum again, yet, you say, as you sit up, straddling the one leg lying on the bed. My other leg goes over your shoulder, and you enter me roughly, just the way we both need it right now. You fill me up immediately, no slow slide in, it's just short of brutal, and it brings a gasp not only to me, but to you as well. Short hot strokes you give me, no coming fully out and plunging back in, almost as if you can't bear to leave my pussy walls. You are hitting my g-spot with such force that I can't stand, and I cum instantly, and violently, crying out with the sudden release. This spurs you on even more, pounding me harder and harder, and even though I know you can make it last for hours, you choose not let it this time. I feel your cock grow stiffer and more rigid inside me as you peak. Rising over the summit to orgasm, you yell my name, even as you buck wildly between my legs. God, I love it when we can cum together. And I know you do, too. Our breathing slows as our mutual waves of orgasm start to subside. You release yourself from me, and gently put my leg down, kissing my big toe. We curl up again, and this time, really do go to sleep...