0 comments/ 8346 views/ 0 favorites One By: AZmulie One… The morning sun began rising over the distant mountains as I looked out the window. All I could think about was getting back in your arms. We had been apart for way to long and too many miles between us. The stereo up loud and the windows down with the wind blowing in reminded me of some of our other trips. Meeting at the bed and breakfast in the mountains, the beach house, and the cabin. All good memories. My mind drifts off remembering the scent of your hair and the softness of your skin. The warm smile radiating from your lovely face. Your soft full lips. Mmmm… A lazy, early morning as I stretch. The sun is starting to shine through the window greeting me with its warmth and glow. I roll over and look at the pillow on your side of the bed. It has been alone for way to long. I smile as I remember your form laying beside me and watching you sleep. Your shoulders gently rising with your chest with each breath and knowing the heart that beats beneath it. The scents of our passion lingering in the air, the feel of your strong hands holding me to you as your lips touch mine. I need to get some rest. I still have a long way to go and want to get there on time. The hotel isn’t far and I know I only have a few hours after this stop to make it to your arms. The scent of the morning coffee fills the kitchen and greets me as I walk in and reach for a cup. I reach over and pet the cat as he jumps up onto the kitchen counter to say good morning to me. I fill my cup and walk to the table and sit down and flip on the TV. A good comedy to start the day off with a good laugh. Wow! I needed the rest. Time for a shower and a shave. The warm water feels good as it washes over my body. The soap lathering up in my hands. My hands glide over my body as I wash, with my mind drifting off to thoughts of you in the shower with me. Mmmm… I feel the thickness building in my cock as it begins to swell. Slowly I stroke my cock and remember the touch of your hands on me. It feels so good as my hand slowly glides up and down my length raising my awareness of my fantasy. Faster, my hand strokes my cock as the water cascades over me. Closer. My orgasm building. I realize how close I am and stop and smile. No. Not now. Later. She is worth every moment of your life. The water steams up the bathroom as I step in to the shower. It feels good as it beats down on my flesh. The soap in my hands lathers up well with the scent of lilacs. Slowly my hands glide over my body washing every inch. Mmmm… My hands glide effortlessly over my breast. My nipples harden as my fingers gently touch them. I sigh as I feel the emotions stirring deep inside, waking from a deep slumber. I remember your strong hands caressing me from behind and feeling your hardness in my back. Slowly, my hands glide down further to seek out my wetness. My lips are swollen and my clit stands out begging for attention. My fingers gently parting my thick lips as my other hand rubs and squeezes my nipples. Gently my fingers slide in and out of my depths and over my clit. The electric shocks it sends coursing through my body make my nipples harder and my legs shake as I begin to quiver deep inside. I lean back against the wall and raise a leg so I can feel my depths. Faster, my fingers slide in and out and over my clit. My orgasm builds, coursing through my body. My breathing deepens with each stroke. My eyes open and I stop myself. Not yet girl. It will come later. He will be in your arms again soon. Another hour on the road. She should be leaving by now. I watch the speedometer and the miles click off so slowly it seems even though I’m driving 75. The sun is up high in the eastern sky now and the sky is a brilliant blue. The trees flash by a brilliant green as each mile ticks off. Closer, I can almost feel her arms around me and our lingering kiss. Well, I think I have everything I need. Just about an hour away. Wonder if he will call my cell in a while? The city falls away with each passing mile. The freedom of the open road always makes me feel free and happy. I’m so alive. Soon. Soon. I will be in heaven and with out a care in the world but for us. The dock is crowded today. I walk to the end of the pier and wait. She will be pulling up soon. The cool breeze coming in off the ocean feels good. A deep breath captures a variety of scents. Could it be? There he is. Standing at the end of the pier. I stop for a moment to look at him. Has it been that long? He looks so good in his jeans and shirt. Oh how did I ever get so lucky? I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his strong shoulders. He feels good in my arms. Yes. It is. I turn and see your smiling face. I smile and say hello and lean down to kiss your soft full lips. Our lips gently part as our tongues probe each others mouth tentatively at first but unable to hide our passion for one another. My hands travel down your sides and I notice that you aren’t wearing a bra. Down to your firm ass my fingers travel, leaving behind goose bumps on your warm flesh. I feel my cock stir as I feel you pressing your hips to me. I have waited so long to feel him again. The touch of his hands excites me like nothing else can. I feel my nipples harden against his chest as he pulls me closer. The stirring deep in the pit of my stomach reaches my lips as I feel them swell and moisten. My knees go weak any time I am near him. I have never been so captivated by anyone in my life. I step back and look deep in your eyes as I reach for your hands. They feel good to me. I missed your soft touch. Your smile is warm and glowing in the warm sunlight. How did I ever get so lucky to have her in my life? We turn and walk hand in hand to the waiting ship. We have waited a long time for this cruise together. It will be nice to spend the time together. As I turn to walk to the ship, I see the future looking me in the face. What a sight it is too. I will have the next two weeks with the man I fell so deeply in love with. I can’t help but wonder what exciting things we will do on this trip. We have waited so long for this. The smells of the ocean are intoxicating. I love the way the water makes me feel. After we checked the rest of our bags, we walked up the gangway hand in hand. We are warmly received by the ships crew. It is a nice cruise ship. The ships captain greets us and smiles warmly as he shakes our hands. A firm hand shake tells me his character is strong. We walk to the ships rail and watch as we are released from our binds to land. We are together again and on the voyage of our lives. Her smile is so warm. After leaving the ships rail, we walk around exploring. The sights and sounds mix with the ocean air and add to the excitement I feel. We walk past a hallway and I pull him to me and wrap my arms around his waist as our lips meet. I feel the excitement growing in my loins as my heart races. I can never get enough of kissing him. Her lips are soft and full. I feel her pressing into me and her radiating warmth. I want her. It has been to long. Patience, just be patient. You will have her soon. We have things to do yet. Our kiss is interrupted by passengers trying to get by us. Oh, well. There will be more time for that. I WILL have him! We turn to go to our room. Is this the time? Mmmm. I wasn’t planning on this this soon, but I will take it. I place the key in the lock and give the door a turn. Good. All is in place. I step back so she can enter the room. The sound of her gasp tells me that she has seen everything. I am shocked. I think we have the wrong room. As I turn to step back and tell you this, I see the smile on your face. I am puzzled. You lean down and softly kiss me and step back. I look down at my hand. I remember the night you placed this ring on my hand. That was so long ago. The tears well in my eyes as the reality sets in. I step back as the ladies from the ships beauty salon step out. They tell you to come on in and shoe me away. You only have three hours. I smile and tell you I will see you in three hours. For now, I’m off to the bar for a drink. I have never been so taken back as I am now. How could he do this with out me knowing? My head is reeling. Everything is happening so fast. The make up, the hair. Then, one of the ladies walks in with it. I see my dress. Oh my God! I looked at this dress almost two years ago. I never thought I would wear it. The tears well in my eyes again. Thank God I haven’t done my mascara yet! It is almost time. All is in place. I stand waiting. The ships captain standing before me in his dress white uniform, my best friend standing next to me. A purser comes in and nods. The music begins. The door opens and I see a Goddess standing in the door way. I smile as he best friend steps into the door way beside her. They give each other a big hug and wipe away the tears. Her best friend hands her a bouquet of roses and walks up the isle. Then another friend appears and offers her his arm. Sam has been there for her and I for a long time. She takes it and walks her down the isle to me. I can’t help but be in awe of her pure beauty. I look around. The sun is setting in the distance and cast a warm glow across her face. I have dreamed of this day all my life. I never dreamed it would happen like this. I look at him and am amazed. How could I have gotten so lucky as to find a man like him to love me? My mind is reeling as the captain speaks. I can barely hear the words he speaks to us. In a moment, I will be his wife for the rest of my life. “I do.”, I find myself saying as he asked me if I will take him as my husband. Is this a dream? I turn to her and look her deep in the eyes. As I raise her veil, I see the tears. I hope I can do everything I can to always make her happy. I lean down and kiss her for the first time as my wife. WOW! I did it. I actually found someone who could capture my heart and that I truly wanted to be married to. His lips are soft as they touch mine. I am married. I will always remember being kissed for the first time as his wife. So tender and reassuring. My whole life has changed. I never dreamed this twelve hours ago when I woke up in my own bed this morning. We turn and walk down the isle together for the first time as husband and wife. We stop to say hello to everyone who made it in. That was a feat in itself. To get friends and family together without her knowing was hard to do but we all made it. We walk to the reception hand in hand. A new life begins… I have never been so surprised in all my life. Some of the people I have not seen in so long have come in to wish us well in our new beginnings. The hall is spacious and the music sounds wonderful. I can feel my skin warm as I blush as everyone stands and claps as we enter. I am trembling. I look to him and he squeezes my wand with a knowing reassuring pressure that tells me all will be fine. The music plays and I look at you and smile while holding your hands. The music begs for our attention as I lead you onto the floor for our first dance as husband and wife. I pull you close and look deep into your eyes as the tears well up in them. I softly brush them away as you lean your head on my shoulder and pull me closer. I feel your warmth and the scent of your perfume is intoxicating. I can’t believe that I could ever be so in love as I am with you. You have made my dreams come true in a way I would have never dreamed of. Oh these damn tears! God just hold me close and don’t ever let me go. Our song ends and we walk to the table with our cake. Everyone has gathered around and waited for us to cut it. You take the knife in your hand as I wrap mine over yours and I feel your hand tremble. I lean down and kiss you as the blade pierces the soft cake below. A warm smile spreads across your face as everyone claps and cheers for us. I reach down and take the first two pieces and hand you the first cut slice. I wonder how rotten you are going to be as I see the wicked little smile erupt on your face. I lean down as you offer the slice to my waiting mouth and you gently feed it to me until I get my mouth closed and then you shove the cake into my face. I should have known this was coming. You smear it on my face and I open my mouth and capture a finder and softly suck on it and slide my tongue around it. I see the look on your face as it suddenly changes from one of playfulness to one of pure passion. I sense a slight buckle in your knees. Yes, I do know. So many thoughts race through my mind as we walk off the floor to the table that holds our cake. Oh, I know what I’m going to do to him with this cake. He is going to wear it good. I pick up the knife and feel his hand wrap over mine as he leans down and kisses me. The knife slices into the cake as his lips touch mine. Our kiss is broken by the sound of everyone clapping and cheering for us. He hands me a slice of cake. I look at his face and try to decide how I want to do this to him. This will teach him to surprise me this way. I watch patiently as he bites down and then smear it all over his face! Oh My God! He managed to suck one of my fingers into his mouth! I can feel the wetness building deep within me as my knees buckle. I want him so bad. We manage to finally escape the reception and head back to our room. I take you in my arms and kiss you deeply as I pick you up. You giggle and slide the key card through the lock on the door. I push it open as we walk into the room. I carry you to the bed and gently lay you down on the large bed. The smell of roses is strong as I rise up. I look and find a bottle of champagne chilling and two glasses waiting for us. Free at last! I have waited so long for us to be alone. My heart skips a beat as he picks me up in his arms and kisses me. I can hardly believe we are married. I feel his weight on me as he lays me down on the bed. My heart races in anticipation. I watch as you glide across the floor to the waiting champagne. I watch as you remove your jacket and tie and your cuff links. Your hands are so strong and I can’t wait to feel them on my body. I tremble inside thinking about them as I watch one hand gently caress a flute and the other firmly grabs the bottle. Your hands are strong and yet so gentle. I can feel my breathing increase as I watch you. I watch you from the corner of my eye. I see your skin flush and your chest rise and fall as your breathing increases in anticipation. I hand you a flute and watch your soft full lips caress the edge. I set mine down and reach for you and turn you around. I softly kiss your neck as my fingers reach for the zipper that encases the woman of my dreams. Slowly, I pull the zipper down and kiss your warm flesh as it is exposed to my lips. The touch of your lips on my flesh sets me on fire. I have missed your lips and soft touch. I wish you would pull the zipper down faster and take me. It has been so long since I have had you. I feel my dress falling as your hands reach around and cup my breast. My nipples are so hard and I catch my breath as a low moan escapers me. I feel you catch your breath as my hands find your breast. Your nipples are so hard under my touch. I want you so badly but I must remain focused. I kiss your neck as you step from your dress. You turn to face me and your smile is radiant. The sparkle in your eyes shows your passion and happiness all in one look. Your garter and stockings encase you and taunt me. I reach out and take your hands in mine and place them on my sides as I step close to you and begin to unbutton your shirt. Slowly and antagonizing to us both, each button is released. I feel your heart beat under my hands as I rub them over your chest. I kiss your neck as your shirt is pulled free. I feel your hands trace lines on my sides and back as I kiss my way down your chest causing goose bumps on my flesh and deepening my desire for you. I feel your lips tracing down my chest from my neck as my finger raise goose bumps on your flesh. Your kisses ignite a fire deep with in me. A low moan escapes as your tongue flicks across my nipple. My head leans back as my nails softly rake over your back. I feel your hands trace down my sides to my buckle on my pants. You release the buckle and then trace your fingers over my rigid shaft gently teasing me. Your nails on my back causes me to begin to flood. I feel my wetness soaking the lace panties I wear. The feel of your hard cock beneath my fingers sets my heart racing and my head reeling. I slowly drop to my knees and unzip your pants and pull them and your briefs down. You step from them and stand before me. I look at your throbbing cock as it bounces before me with each beat of your heart. My mouth begins to water in anticipation of what awaits me. I feel your fingers softly caress my balls and the sides of my cock. My head falls back as my mind races back to distant memories that come flooding back to the front of my mind. Mmmm…. God yes. The feel of your warm hand caressing my cock as your other gently caresses my balls is intoxicating. Slowly, I stroke your length as the tip of my tongue caresses the tip of the head of your blood engorged cock. My hand coaxes out the drops of precum that have been waiting for me. I have waited so long to taste you. I feel my pussy flood more with the taste of your precum on my tongue. I can’t take much more so I place my hand over the wet spot on my panties and begin to rub my swollen lips and clit through the lace. My mouth opens wide as I take you deep into my throat. Mmmm… I have needed this. Oh God! I feel my cock slide down the back of your throat as you hand slowly pumps my hard cock behind your full lips. My head spins with the sensations coursing through my body. I feel your tongue caressing me and driving me wild. My hands find your satin soft hair. I feel the vibrations as you moan trying to coax my seed from it’s hiding place deep within me. I feel the distantly familiar burn return to the pit of my stomach as my breathing quickens and my heart races to catch my mind. My hunger builds as I stroke you faster with my hand and mouth. I will not be denied the fruits of my labor. My own moans increase as I pull my panties to the side and slide a finger between my swollen parted lips. They find my hard clit and rub as my mouth hungrily swallows you. My juices coat my hand as I slide my finger in and out of my depths. I feel your hips begin to buck as my body races to the edge of the abyss. I feel the burn deep in the pit of my stomach grow in intensity as the explosions begin in my mind. Your hand pumps my cock behind your full lips as you moan from your own impending orgasm. Our hearts pound out their beats in our ears as we reach the breaking point. I feel your hands grip my hair tighter as my finger plunges deep into my molten pussy with the sounds of your yell as you erupt deep in my mouth. My own orgasm rocks my body as I shake uncontrollably. I catch your hot cum deep in my mouth as my reward. I have waited so long to taste you. For the first time, I taste you as my husband. The tears flow from my eyes from the intensity of the moment. I feel your legs shake against my body. The explosions blind me as I erupt deep in your mouth. The sounds of our ecstasy fill the room. My legs shake as I try to steady myself. I feel your body tremble in the wake of your own orgasm. I reach down and pull you up to me and kiss you deeply tasting me on your tongue. I turn you and lay you back down on the bed and pull your panties off. They are soaked from your growing lust. I crawl up next to you and kiss you deeply. My hand tracing lines over your body. I feel your body tremble under my touch. I gently lick and kiss your neck as my hand slides down your thigh. You moan your approval as your legs spread wide for me. Your kisses electrify me as I feel your hands on my body. They send shivers through me as they find my hard nipples. I arch my back thrusting them to your hands as my hands guide you down to them. I want you now. The feel of your tongue on my nipple is shocking as your finger has also found my wet pussy and hard clit. I arch my back to get more of your hand to touch my wetness. One The young couple walked hand in hand towards the small building. Leah's palms were sweaty and she was worried that Johnny would notice. Johnny's palms were equally moist, but they held hands just the same. Leah leaned slightly towards Johnny. It was a small movement that showed how much protection she needed. Leah was wearing a pale white dress. It was in the style of a ballroom gown. It was what she wanted. Johnny had wanted to give her everything that she could possibly imagine. It wasn't possible, but having a beautiful white gown was something he could give to her. Her dark red hair was curled in ringlets and she had a tiara on her head. It was silver with rhinestones around the edge. It could have been worth a small fortune or something fake purchased at a retail store. Either way, it looked stunning on Leah's head. Johnny was wearing a suit and tie. He looked very grown up and dignified. Leah had blushed and couldn't stop smiling when she had first seen him. He had tried not to look awkward in the suit, but his large muscular body was bulging under the material. As the couple walked towards the building, the events of the day ran through their heads. It had been a small wedding. The ceremony was at a small chapel on the outskirts of the town. The chapel held barely sixty people and it wasn't even half full. In attendance were both sets of parents along with Leah's two older brothers. There were also some of their peers from school. Some had attended to wish the happy couple a long and joyful marriage, but some were there to gawk. It was very uncommon for these high school students to have a friend of theirs get married and it made them nervous and insecure. The couple got to the door of the building. It was a tiny cottage on the edge of the lot. Johnny's parents owned a large piece of land on the lake with a large cottage and guesthouse. This was the small cottage that wasn't well maintained. It was used as a play area for when the children were younger and then as a game room for the weekends when it rained. Leah and Johnny had spent many afternoons in the cottage playing Monopoly and Scrabble. Leah was the Monopoly master, but did horribly at Scrabble. Johnny was great at Scrabble, but could never beat her at Monopoly. The cottage was one room. The walls were dark mahogany and the carpet was dark orange. One side of the room had two single beds. At one time, there had been a double bed as well as the single beds, but Johnny's parents had made a quick fix when they had entered one morning to find the two lovers in bed together. Johnny's parents had refused an explanation, but it was a good reason. Leah had had one of her violent nightmares and had woken up screaming at the top of her lungs. The only way for Johnny to calm his girlfriend down was to bring her into the double bed and hug her tight until she relaxed. He remembered holding her tiny body against his and wishing that he could brush away her pain. Johnny picked up his bride easily and entered the room. He and Leah were so very different, both inside and out. Leah was four feet ten inches tall with dark red hair and pale white skin. Her nose was spattered with freckles. She was petite and tiny. Johnny was massive. He was six feet seven inches tall with dark skin, hair, and eyes. He was a football player and was very muscular. He could easily pick her up with one hand. It wasn't only physical features that were different. Leah and Johnny came from different backgrounds as well. Leah lived in a poor area of town. Had she not qualified for Advanced Placement Mathematics, she would not have been allowed to go to Eastside High School. She lived in a small mobile home with her parents. Her two brothers had moved out ages ago. Johnny was an only child and lived in a large manor home. He was wealthy and was never denied anything he wanted. The two of them had met in senior year and had become very close friends. Their relationship developed and before long they were dating. It was no surprise when, on Valentine's Day, Johnny had proposed to Leah. It was the perfect day really. They were both hopeless romantics and it was almost fate that their birthdays were on the same day, February 14th. Johnny had spent weeks figuring out the best way to propose to her and, in the end; he had just gotten down on one knee outside his house and asked her. That was over three months ago and now they were married. It was a short engagement and both sets of parents were nervous. There was only one reason couples got married fast, but this was not the case. They were both religious and wanted to wait until they were married. Of course, they couldn't wait until they were married, hence the short engagement. Johnny turned Leah away from him and began to undress her. He slid the white dress down her arms and watched as the dress fell in a pile around her ankles. She was wearing a white bra and panties and he sucked on her white skin as he undid her bra. The moment it was off he cupped her small breasts in his large hands and whispered against her ear. "I love you so much." Leah could only moan. She reached down to wiggle out of her panties. Her whole body was burning with desire and she was close to losing complete control. His warm lips were sucking on her neck and his hands were strumming her small pink nipples. "I need you." It was partly a whine and partly a plea. Leah's quiet voice echoed in the room. It was quiet except for her moans. Johnny spun her around and sat her on the bed. Without saying a word he undressed. He pulled off his tie and then unbuttoned his shirt. All she could do was watch. They were so connected there was no need for words. His shirt was off and on the floor in a flutter. He looked down to undo his belt and pants. Leah's eyes went from his eyes to where his hands were. She had been dying to see him in the nude and now this was it. He bent down to pull down his pants and boxers. At the same time he undid his shoes and removed them along with his socks. When he stood up Leah could only gasp. Johnny was standing completely naked. His large thick member was throbbing with each beat of his heart. His muscles were bulging and Leah had a look of both apprehension and need. She needed him, but at the same time was afraid. "I won't hurt you." Johnny could read her mind and knew what she was thinking. He knelt on the bed and spread her legs. This was about her tonight. This was about his new wife. He looked down and was thankful to see how wet she already was. Her tight pussy lips were glistening with moisture and her clit was protruding from her labia. She had insisted on getting a full Brazilian wax and Johnny knew that it had hurt. He did love how beautiful she looked though. He ran a thick finger along her inner thighs and when Leah reached out to grab his cock, he knew she was ready. He leaned over and kissed her hard. It was an aggressive kiss. This was a sharp contrast to when they first kissed. Their first kiss was soft and hesitant. It was both their first kiss and they were scared. Months later, they were skilled at kissing and weren't afraid to be aggressive. Johnny kissed his bride as he guided his cock inside her pussy. She was soaking wet and he felt his cock coated in her wetness. She was so tight. He had only ever jerked off and even when he squeezed his cock tight this was even tighter. He felt Leah continue to kiss him and she was whimpering in pleasure. He kept pushing and held her tight when he pressed through her hymen. He sat up and pulled her into his lap. He ran his hands through her hair and cringed when he saw three teardrops spill down her face. He had hurt her and hated himself for doing that. "I'm sorry." Johnny was waiting for her to adjust to his size and when she began to hump against him he knew she was finally feeling pleasure. "I love you Johnny." Leah wiggled against his cock. Johnny wrapped his arms around her and rocked against her. The bed was squeaking. They moved as one. Leah placed her dainty hands on either side of her husband's face and looked into his eyes. They didn't need to speak. They knew exactly what was being said. "Oh." Leah whimpered. She felt the burning feeling inside herself and she couldn't control it. It overflowed from her body and took over. She saw white light and nothing more. She felt Johnny's hot body against her and felt his hot member gushing inside her. She couldn't hear anything except the whooshing inside her head. Johnny had tried to control himself. The moment Leah began to cum he let loose. Her pussy was quivering and he exploded inside her. He could barely breathe. It was a crash of both his emotional and physical needs. Everything he ever wanted he had at this exact moment. She had exactly what she wanted as well. He fell backwards onto the bed and turned onto his side, curling his body against hers. Their eyes were closed and they rested, as one. One A few months ago after one of our mutual masturbation video chats, I remember asking Lover for a favor. Specifically, I asked for a weekend together. Getting four hours together at one time was a stretch for us, so I knew I was reaching. I wanted quality time. I wanted to spend hours lying naked with him having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. The idea of overdosing on Lover for 48 hours drove me mad. I was so mad that I didn't follow my one rule: Don't get your hopes up. After I asked my favor, he broke eye contact and looked down at his desk and started fidgeting. I wanted to reach through the screen and shake him. I tried to play my disappointment off by appearing unflustered and moving on with the conversation, but I'm not a sufficient actor or liar. And just as I read his face without issue, he most definitely read mine. And then a miracle happened. I was working on my computer a few weeks later when he IMed me. He always apologizes for his absences, promises to do better and then falls off the face of the earth and resurfaces in a couple months with some crazy work story. I've got the routine down. About every 6-8 weeks, he manages to make contact of his own free will. No amount of mail in his inbox or sexually provocative stationery from me will ever alter the amount of communication he sends me. He'd hate for me to say it, but he's very much a creature of habit and fascinatingly predictable. The job horror story turned out that he was going to be stuck in Toronto for two weeks for work. He was complaining about how there was no point in flying home that weekend because by the time he got out of meetings at 5 p.m. on Friday and flew home, he'd have to be back on Sunday night for another week of crap on Monday morning. As he voiced his dismay, my heart leapt from my chest and was doing cartwheels around the room. "Why are you so quiet?" he finally wrote. "I'm flying to Toronto this Wednesday afternoon to see a girlfriend," I responded. There was a moment of silence. "Are you staying with her?" "Wednesday and Thursday, yes. Friday and Saturday, no. I booked a B&B on Ward's Island." More silence. I held my breath. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. For whatever reason, Lover is never the one to make the first move. I'm not sure if it's because he doesn't want to pressure me into something I'm not ready for, so he waits for me to make the plan. Or maybe, even though he denies it, he has a guilty conscious and somehow thinks if he says, "yes," he's just being polite and not having premeditated thoughts of lust. Regardless, I'm pretty sure he just prefers me to do the inviting. So I exhale and ask, "Lover, would you like to stay with me for the weekend?" "Yes." The answer is immediate and unfaltering. My stomach fills with butterflies and my panties are suddenly very wet. The next week, I find myself in the bedroom of the Bed and Breakfast slipping on my favorite pretty panties and his favorite black plunge bra. I put on a pair of pinstripe black capris knowing they can't possibly do enough to slim the hips or thighs that hold the extra 30 lbs my body refuses to allow me to lose years after giving birth, no matter how many calories I count or miles I walk, swim, bike or run. I tuck in my cleavage revealing, button-down shirt and unbutton the top three buttons before slipping my house and room key into my pocket with my cellphone and venturing out the door. I almost skip my way to the ferry landing like some kind of idiot schoolgirl hoping to catch a glimpse of her latest crush. When I get to the dock, I see the ferry and decide to sit on top of a picnic table near the water, under a shady tree waiting to see if he'll be on time for once, or if he'll show up one, two or three ferries later. My cellphone rings. "I'm here. Where are you?" he asks. I spot his profile among the small crowd. He's easy to spot, as he's 6-12 inches taller than every one else. He's wearing Friday business casual clothing: a dark navy polo shirt, jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. He's recently gotten his graying curly hair cut short. "I'm watching folks get off the ferry. There's this amazingly gorgeous guy in a blue polo that I just can't take my eyes off," I tease as he starts turning around in a circle scanning the area for me. "He's clearly just come from work because he still has that crinkled forehead look of annoyance about him, but you should see him, Lover. He's absolutely perfect. Maybe he'll see me, become possessed and take me right here on the picnic table." He turns again and his eyes lock onto mine. His face relaxes immediately, and he walks toward me pulling his suitcase in my direction. "Shit, he's coming over here," I say. "What do I do? What do I say? I'll have to call you back. I think he's going to talk to me. I'll let you know how it goes." Lover rolls his eyes and closes his phone. All indications of annoyance have left his facial features and are replaced by pure amusement. I stand on the bench of the picnic table, which makes me slightly taller than him. He leans in for a quick, public kiss. "Hi. Can I help you with your bags?" I offer. "No, No, No. I've got it." The refusal is more of a small admonishment. In Lover's mind, men carry bags and do the hard labor. Women sit on pedestals and are enjoyed for their complicated neuroses, vast senses of humor and amazing designs. I'm often fascinated by this dance he and I do regarding social gender roles. It's very clear that we aren't from the same generation. When we walk down a crowded sidewalk and someone approaches, my first instinct is to make way by ducking behind him. His first instinct is to make way by allowing the lady to go first. In this aspect, I'm completely disadvantaged because I don't think of myself as a lady. Hence, there are a few times we've ended up in awkward collisions. This is what happens when one of you grows up with manners and the other one grows up in an era where it would never occur to men her own age to move out of the way for walkers on the street or to let someone else into the building first when it's raining. The men I'm used to think everything should be on equal footing, and everyone should look out for one's self. Even in bed, things have to be even — one orgasm for the woman, one orgasm for the man. Then the lights go out and he slumbers, while she lies awake wanting more. It, for some odd reason, would never occur to the younger man that things could be unequal in bed, i.e. one orgasm for him for every four orgasms for her. Men my age never see how giving a lot will get them laid a lot more. They're minds just don't seem built for that kind of logic. It's the downside to drilling the idea of equality into their brains during the 1970's. It allows them to justify being rude and lazy with good math. I unlock the door to our room at the inn. It is a gorgeous little cottage. The floors are all light-colored wood, and there are lots of windows with white linen curtains letting in the sun. Lover crosses the room to the luggage rack and places his suitcase next to mine. He lifts his computer bag over his shoulder and sets it on the large, leather chaise lounge in the corner. When he finally turns around to face me, I've shut the door to our room, locked it and am leaning against the white doorframe. The whole room is between us and in the middle of that space lit up by the late afternoon summer sun is a dark wood, four-post, queen-sized bed, with soft, white Egyptian cotton sheets. The bed is our elephant. Thankfully, neither one of us says anything. After years of daydreaming, chatting and fantasizing, there isn't anything left to say. Instead, we look each other in the eye waiting to see who will move first. As always, it's me. I stand up straight and kick off my black leather sandals. Then I untuck my button down shirt from my pants. I hold his gaze, as I reach under the shirt, unbutton and unzip my pants and allow them to fall to the floor. I step out of them and move forward toward the bed. My fingers find the buttons on my shirt, and I slowly undo them one at a time. Lover is always content watching me disrobe. He likes to watch me, which works fine because of my closeted exhibitionist streak. When I unfasten the last button, I slip the shirt off and hang it on the nearest bedpost. I bend over the bed enough so that he can get a good view of my breasts in the bra that allows them to defy gravity as I crawl to the center of the bed and sit up on my knees. Now, it's his turn. Lover follows my exact pattern. First he removes his shoes and socks. Then he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his tucked shirt. His pants are pushed down into a wad on the floor. His shirt lifts over his head, but instead of coming to the bed in his underwear. Lover, as always, takes it farther than I do and slides his black briefs down to the floor. I try very hard not to break eye contact as he bends over, erection in full view and crawls onto the bed to face me. Once he's there, I lean forward and kiss him softly, timidly. It feels like I am asking permission to touch and be touched. The pads of his fingers rest on the base of my elbows. They slowly slide up the back of my arms and under the bra straps at my shoulders while we kiss. He breaks away from my lips and kisses my collarbone as he pulls the shiny, black straps down my tan arms. The movement is slow and full of intent. I slide my arms out of my bra freeing my breasts, which fit perfectly into the palms of his rough hands. "Lovely," he whispers gently handling them. "You're extraordinarily soft to touch." The compliment gives me the confidence I need to continue. I reach behind me and unclasp the three latches. The bra falls to the bed and is tossed onto the floor. I lay my head back against the pillows, while he runs his fingers down my sides to my panties, and carries them off of my hips, over my thighs and down past my feet. In my life I've only had one sexual partner. I married my high school sweetheart. In his, he's had more than he can remember. He's done everything, been everywhere and the reason he's with me is completely unknown to me. I have no idea what he sees or why he's here. I only know that he keeps coming back for more. So in essence, there's an emotional and physical attachment there. I can feel his lips at the base of my feet. He's kissing the arch on my right foot, while he runs his thumb over the arch on the left foot. The kisses continue, up the inside of my ankle, calf and thigh. They cross over so his mouth makes contact with my vagina. I close my eyes and my mouth opens as he licks from the beginning of my opening to my clit. It makes my hips shift back and forth. "I've been waiting years to do this for you," he says. I lift my head and look down my body, where he lays with his face just over my pubic bone looking up at me. He's got his bedroom blue eyes on. I've seen them over the computer. He fixes them on me like he's looking through me. It's like they're the blue part to a flame, and I'm the candle. He keeps staring at me as he laps at my clit again. I moan at the contact and lie back on the pillow and let him work. Ten minutes later, it's impossible for me to keep my hips still. They follow him in whatever direction his extraordinary tongue moves. I whine and beg and plead for him to fuck me with his penis. He responds simply by putting two fingers inside me but leaves them there. I move and wiggle and fuck his still fingers, but the more I do, the less he's able to manipulate me with his tongue and the more frustrated I become. Then he withdraws the fingers. They're dripping with my wetness, which acts as lubricant as he gives my clit a hand job. I cum immediately. My chest heaves as I grip onto the pillows making fists. When it's over, I sit up and scamper to him in a rush to put his dick in my mouth (fair play and all that). But he holds me away. "No." "What?" I'm shocked. I've got his penis in my right hand as I wait for the answer. "No hurrying. Let's make this last." "I have fluid running down my legs ready to ride you like I'm in the fucking Kentucky Derby, but I stopped myself from tackling you so I could return the favor before doing so. Isn't that slow enough?" "No." I sigh and let go of his penis. "What do you want?" I ask. "This," he says kissing me. It wasn't a normal hot sex kiss. It wasn't fast and furious and filled with tongue. It was slow and deep and it made my toes curl. "Oh my," I whispered. "That's how we're going to do this, all of this. Do you understand?" I open my eyes and look into his. "Do you understand?" he asks again. "Yes, Lover." "Good Girl," he says smiling. "You're so beautiful when you're passionate." I return the smile and kiss his nose. "May I?" I ask sweetly as I put my hand around his cock again squeezing it slowly and with great consideration. "Yes," he answers. He's in a kneeling position at the end of the bed, so I kneel in front of him and kiss his lips while I push and pull and pump his penis. His eyes close enough to become slits, but he's still looking at my face. He's still concentrating only on me. I bend over when he starts to inhale and exhale more deeply and kiss the underside of his penis. I drag my tongue slowly from the bottom to the top and kiss the tip. As I start to go down on him, my left hand wraps around the shaft while my right hand gently pulls at his testicles. "You have such a warm, sweet mouth," he says while he reaches down and gently pulls my long blonde hair back to help keep it out of the way while I work. "Why don't you lie back, so you can watch me more?" I ask. He moves to the left side of the bed and stretches out his long body before he props his head up on the pillows. I rearrange myself inside his legs to provide easier access. He stays quiet through the whole thing, until I hold the tip of his penis in my mouth and roll it around on the base of my tongue like a meatball in breadcrumbs. Suddenly, his eyes fly open and he's staring at me with nothing but surprise and lust. I keep swirling the head of his penis on my tongue watching as his legs start to shake. "I'm close," he whispers. "I want you inside me," I say to him. "I want you to cum inside me." I lie down across his body and he rolls me onto my back until we're in the missionary position. He attacks my breast with a sudden burst of enthusiasm that makes me arch my back pushing my breasts into is face, throw my head back with pleasure. "Open your eyes," he commands. I open my eyes and look directly into him. The blue flame stare is gone. What looks back at me is pure Lover. It's soft, affectionate and tender. My brain melts as he begins to slide into me. His mouth falls open as he begins to move. My eyelids flutter. And in that moment we both wonder how we had lived without each other's bodies for so long. I kissed him slow and full. The fingers on my left hand ran through his hair and cupped the back of his head. My right hand swam through our moving bodies to find my clit. "Lover, it's not going to take me long," I say. "Don't hold back," he says. "Never hold back. Cum for me. I want to watch your face in ecstasy." I rub my clit harder. "Oh Lover," I pant. He pushes in a bit deeper. It's a minor adjustment for him, but it sends me into a fit of muscles spasms as he strokes me through it. My vagina is now too sensitive to continue in the current position. "You are amazing," I say as I kiss him. "What can I do for you?" He turns around on the bed so his feet are near my face, and then he pulls me over on top of him. "I want you to taste yourself on me," he says putting his tongue back to work on my clit. I look at his wet, purplish red cock and wonder how close to orgasm he was. Then I put my lips to the tip and kiss it gently, before easing my mouth down his shaft. He stops long enough to curse, which I take as a compliment. "Slow down a little, I'm more ready then I thought I was," he says. I smile thinking about him losing control with me. There's a sense of pride a girl has in making a man orgasm, particularly when she knows he's an accomplished lover. It gives me self confidence and makes me braver. He makes me feel sexier and smarter than I really am. I feel like I have some kind of prowess when I'm around him. I tug on his balls gently, and he coos a bit. I suck on my finger and slide my hand under his thigh and around to his backside. I quickly find his anus and insert my finger so I can massage him there. "Tabarnac," he shouts. It's followed by a noise I've never heard before. It's have groan, have growl. Suddenly he's got his hands on my ankles and is rolling me over. I fall off the bed into a heap on the floor. He wastes no time in stepping off the bed and grabbing my hand to help me up. He throws his computer bag onto the floor and throws me down on the chaise lounge and enters me. Our hips move in unison, as we moan and tug and touch. I can feel a third orgasm welling up. "Together this time?" I ask. He nods. I slip my hand between us again and wrap my arms and legs around his sweaty back. The change in position allows him to penetrate me more deeply. "I'm coming," I whisper. He slams into me repeatedly, his arms underneath my shoulders gripping them, his mouth dampens my right ear with is hot breathe as his semen crashes into my body. He hollers words I can't interpret. He stays in me until his erection has dwindled. As he slides out, a pool of sex comes out with him. We're both very quiet for several moments before he starts laughing. "What?" I ask confused. "We're so stupid to have waited so long." I smile from ear to ear. "This is going to make things more difficult isn't it?" I ask. "You have no idea." "So it was good for you, then?" I ask, somehow somewhat worried. "Good? All that education you have and you come up with good?" He feigns offense and then whispers better words in English and French in my ears. And suddenly I realize that 48 hours with him, which felt like a lifetime last week, was going to be over much too quickly. It was also going to get my hopes up, and again, I throw rule number one out the window. One Act Drama This is a one act drama, or sketch played out in Virginia, in the small home town of: Harry - the lead character and his friends: Zed - considered to be a 0 Bob - he doesn't have a surname, just plain Bob will do, Risq - also called by some 001 (with license to kill) and lastly but not forgotten, Anonymous - the barkeeper. He is a guy who has a comment to all stories, but refuses to defend his allegations. All characters are fictitious and resemblance to live persons is purely coincidental. --------- The curtain is raised and the scene is a bar, the sound of torrential rain is heard. The barkeeper is behind the bar counter polishing glass waiting for his first customer. The entrance door opens and three wet men enter the bar and walks up to the counter. They take off their wet coats and each take a seat, Harry in the middle with Zed to his right and Risq on his left side. Anonymous (the bar keeper) – The usual, gentlemen? Harry/Zed/Risq – Yes please. The bar keeper pulls the pump and serves them one large glass draft Budweiser each. Harry – Sorry my friends for dragging you out in this weather. The downpour took me by surprise. But a cold beer on a day like this; is not too bad, is it? Zed – No, I really needed a break. I tried to put together an offer and did not see how I could get the numbers to fit within the customer's budget. I have to rethink the whole concept. Risq – Did you actually work this late in the day; I was fed up and read stories on Literotica. Zed – Sure. What did you read? Risq – I found a story in the Loving Wife section called "Attack, the Best Defense". Anonymous – I read that story too, it was just CRAP. Risq – Is that all you have to say? Anonymous – No, I think I also wrote Wimp, Wimp, Wimp in my comment. I gave it nil. Risq – Well at least I wrote a long comment with my arguments. I saw Harry had written a comment as well. I agreed with you Harry, you called it a good plan. But you had forgotten something. I also gave it twenty-five percent, the same as you. We think alike. Harry – I'm normally quite thorough, what did I forget? Risq – Yes you are, but for once you were a man of few words. You know this Scandinavian guy. He is not a bad writer, but he does write these stupid stories. He should be put in place I think. Well, you didn't mention there would be consequences for her scheming. Zed – I read that story too – Yuk! I thought it was a woman who wrote that story. After a short pause, all three having a good pull on their glasses. Zed – I read another story from the same writer I rather liked. That one I gave full score. I like happy endings. Harry – Do you remember which story that was? I don't think I have ever given him full score. Zed – It was a story called;" A Bundle of Wild Cards". I think I wrote a comment that there is a lot of pussy out there, even for seventy year old men. He had a lot of wild cards to spend. Harry – Oh yes, I remember that story. That was a wimp story, the wife had had a lover for thirty years and he kept the cheating wife. I think you misunderstood that story. He did not go off using a wild card; he went to the fucking cinema for Christ sake - Zed. Risq – I agree with Harry. I read his comment and as usual he beat me to it. I wrote a long comment too. Again I judged same as Harry, fifty percent score. He was a wimp. No, there is no other way to act upon cheating, kick the fucking bitch out on her ass. Harry – Hear, hear, the only way. Anonymous – I read it too, just Bull Shit. The three men had again a short pause in their conversation. A serious topic as this takes some reflexions. Risq – What are your plans for the afternoon Harry? Harry – Well, as I do almost all Wednesday afternoons. Visit my little slut Millie. Her husband is always working late on Wednesdays, so I told my wife I work late Wednesdays also. It works fine, I have my fun and she has no idea. Anonymous – But that's cheating, I didn't think you accepted that? Harry – No, I don't call it cheating, I call it research. I have to learn the finer parts of sex play somewhere. I don't have it at home. Zed – But Harry, your beautiful wife is all men's wet dream. Risq – Yes she is. Her flaming red hair, her long slender body with boobs to mach. She must be anybodies perfect lover. Harry – Well that's the problem. I have to hold her in tight leach. I demand she has her hair in a bun and wear conservative dresses all buttoned up when she goes out. She is allowed to go to church activities alone, other activities she has to be with me. I have to protect her from other men and I am careful not to broaden her sexual horizon so we stick to vanilla sex. That's why I need Millie. The conversation was interrupted by the bar door opened and a new customer entered. The three men looked at the newcomer, recognized him and said: Hi Bob, come and have a seat and a beer. Bob – Thank you, I'd like to join you for a chat. I was in fact looking for you, Harry. Bob found a bar stool and asked for Anonymous for a beer. Harry – I thought you worked late on Wednesdays, Bob? Bob – I used to, but not anymore. Today was my last day being late. I don't need to anymore. Zed – Oh, what has caused this change, better job, new position? Bob – No, I did not work late at all. Some time ago I found out my wife was cheating on me. I was unable to catch her so I found no proof. I decided I would give her a rope so she could hang herself. I installed recording equipment in our house and told her that I would work late on Wednesdays for a few months. It did not take many weeks before she found herself a fuck buddy and I had the proof I needed. Risq – Good for you. You have been working late for several months now, took it that long for you to find out the facts? Bob – No, I have known for a long time now. You see, when I found out who it was I was very surprised. I knew his wife, she is a smasher. I had met her at several church activities. So I contacted her and we hit it off immediately. So for the last few months while Harry here fucks my wife I have fucked his wife. She is wonderful woman, such a marvelous lover, I call her My Redhead. Bob turns towards Harry – Is it not only fair, you fuck mine, and I fuck yours? Harry – I'm sorry Bob, I didn't know Millie was your wife. (Shows anger and with raised voice continues) But no wife of mine is to get away with fucking another man. She is to pay, mark my word. Bob – To late Harry, My Redhead – your wife – took out all cash in your account today and bought a Lexus. She has packed her belongings and dropped me outside this bar just now. She asked me if I could give you this envelope and say the magic words: "You are served". Here you are and it's all yours. Harry sat there stunned, Bob moved towards the door turned around and was waving with another envelope – Next stop is my house and Millie, she will get this envelope with the same magic words. Then we – My Redhead and I – will leave town. Have a nice day gentlemen. Bob walks out of the bar and the curtain falls. Applause???? The End. One After The Other Author's note: All characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age. Paul's parents were out of town and his sister, Kim, had decided to have a few friends sleep over. He got along reasonably well with both his sister and her friends, but he certainly didn't feel like hanging around the house while they watched chick flicks and painted their nails, so he went out with a few of his friends. Paul had finished his second year of college and was back home for the summer, so it was easy for him to find some people to go to the local sports bar with and watch the Mixed Martial Arts fights scheduled for that night. When he arrived home later that night Kim and her friends were still occupying the living room, totally ignoring the movie they had playing in favour of gossiping with each other. The girls had all just graduated high school and were enjoying a bit of relaxation and freedom before life hit them full force again in September. Paul poked his head around the corner to say hi to the girls and let Kim know that he was home, then made his way down to his room in the basement. As he got ready for bed his mind started to wander to Kim's friends, all of which were beautiful young women and all of which were now legal. He got in the shower and stroked his cock to full hardness as he imagined the other girls naked and sucking his cock, or bent over getting fucked. He spent longer in the shower than he otherwise would, then made his way to bed. Upstairs, the girls were starting to wind down. Kim announced that she was feeling tired and would be heading to bed. The other girls started setting up their various sleeping locations, two of them on the couches and two of them inflating air mattresses to sleep on. One of them turned off the lights, but the girls continued to talk. "With you three yapping away like this, I'm never going to get to sleep," Alana said. She was a tall brunette with a curvy figure that made her very popular with the boys. "You could always go downstairs and crawl into bed with Paul," Robyn said. Robyn had slightly darker hair than Alana, but was quite a bit shorter. She had a nice, tight body and gorgeous eyes. "Yeah, as if you wouldn't want to get into Paul's bed too," Melissa, the short, curvy redhead said. "I don't think any of us would mind getting a piece of his fine ass," Lisa said. Lisa, the fourth and final girl, was taller than both Melissa and Robyn, but a bit shorter than Alana. Her big tits made her a constant target of attention, although the rest of her body looked just as good. "I've had my eye on him for like five years!" "I know," Alana said. "There's just something so sexy about him." "Plus he's hung like a horse," Melissa said. The girls were shocked into silence, staring at her with an open mouth. "Stop it! It's not like that! He used to date my sister, remember?" "Sure," Lisa said, "but that doesn't explain how you know he's got a big cock." "No kidding!" Robyn said. "Okay then," Alana said. "Spill it." "Well," Melissa began, "one day I came home from school and saw Paul's car in the driveway. I knew my parents weren't home, so I figured Paul and Marie were having sex in her room. I had heard them going at it before, so it wasn't anything new. So I walked in the house and turned the corner into the front room. They were sitting on the couch, both of them had their shirts off and Marie had his cock out and was stroking it." "So?" Robyn asked. "How big was it?" "Well I didn't exactly measure it," Melissa replied, "but it looked like about eight inches." "Wow!" Robyn said. "That is pretty big!" "No kidding!" Lisa said. "Wes is only like six and a half!" She was referring to her boyfriend. "Can you imagine what that thing must feel like?" Melissa asked. "I thought seven inches was enough when I met Mike!" Alana said. "Well, Robyn was the one to suggest it first," Lisa said. "I think she should go down to Paul's room and experience it for herself." "Hell, if she doesn't, I will!" Melissa replied. "Bullshit!" Alana said. "You would not!" "I'm with Alana," Lisa said. "I don't think you have the guts!" "I don't think so either!" Robyn added. "Prove it!" "Maybe I will!" Melissa said. The other girls just stared at her, so she got up off the couch. Not sure what she would actually do, she made her way out of the room towards the stairs leading down to the basement. There was enough light in the room that she was able to see all three of her friends as they watched her disappear down the stairs. The stairway was a bit darker than the living room had been, so she proceeded slowly down into the basement. She noted that the basement was also dark, without even so much as a sliver of light coming from the door she knew led to Paul's room. She stood at his door and paused for a minute, trying to decide what she would do. Sure, she had fantasized about Paul many times, especially after seeing his cock that day in her house, but here she was proving to her friends that she would follow through on what she suggested in the heat of the moment. She knew if she backed out that the girls wouldn't let her forget it, although that didn't seem like a good reason to sleep with a guy. She had only been with two other guys before, and certainly wasn't known as a slut, regardless of how many guys may have lusted after her. Her desires got the better of her, if only for a moment, and she knocked on the door. She heard a rustling noise coming from inside the room, then a moment later the door opened. Paul, only partly awake, turned on the light in his room. Despite the fact that he had set the light to a low setting on the dimmer, this caused both of them to squint. "Hey Melissa," he said. "Is everything alright?" "Yeah," she said. "Everything's fine." "What's up?" he asked, his expression growing slightly more confused. "Ummm," she said, noticing just now that he was dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. She looked down and swore that his cock was semi-hard. "Melissa?" Paul asked, snapping her out of he trance. "I'm sorry," she said, blushing. "Don't be," he replied. "But it's not like you haven't seen it before." "Oh my god! You knew?" "Sure," he said. "You were standing there staring at Marie and I for like five minutes. I tried to keep her distracted so she wouldn't see you and freak out." "I'm sorry," she said again, looking back down at his cock, which seemed to be growing in his boxers. "Don't be," he replied. "I liked it." He smiled and there was a brief, yet awkward silence between them. "Would you like to come in?" "I guess so," she said, feeling the juices rush to her pussy. He led her into the room and shut the door behind them, then sat with her on the bed. As he sat, the fly of his boxers opened and his cock popped out. It wasn't fully hard, but it was hard enough to stick up in the air. "Oh my god!" she gasped. Paul smiled, then grabbed her hand and guided it to his cock. She stared at it as she wrapped her hand around it and held it there for a moment before she began stroking it. Without even realizing she was doing it, she let her hand drift in between her thighs and rub the crotch of her pyjama pants. Paul did nothing, simply watching as Melissa stroked his cock, then she slowly took off her pyjama bottoms, followed immediately by her thong. Paul caught a quick glimpse of her partially shaved pussy, but he couldn't see much. "Do your friends know you're down here?" he asked. She nodded, then pulled off her cami-style top, exposing her breasts and leaving her naked. Paul took off his boxers, leaving him naked as well. "Is it okay if I taste your pussy?" he asked. Again she nodded, biting her lip. He had her lie back on the bed, then he spread her legs, getting a good look at her pussy glistening in the dim light. Without wasting a moment, he plunged in and started eating her pussy fast and furious. Melissa squirmed with delight as she experienced the sensation. Only one of her boyfriends had ever gone down on her before, and it had felt awkward each time they did it. This time, however, felt totally erotic and natural. After eating her for several minutes and bringing her close to orgasm, Paul got up and knelt next to her face, pulling her head towards him. Reading his desires, Melissa opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips. "I feel like such a slut for doing this!" she said between sucks. "I must admit," he replied, "you are acting a little slutty. Keep sucking that dick." Her skills impressed him as she managed to take six of his eight inches into her mouth and down her throat. He held her hair back and watched for a few minutes, then she pulled away. "I want you to fuck me," she said to him. He smiled and stood up off the bed, taking her with him. He turned her to face the wall and had her lean forward, her palms against it. She arched her back to present him with easy access as he approached her from behind. He put the head of his cock between her pussy lips and gently pushed himself into her all the way. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size, then he began fucking her. He started gently, but gradually increased the speed with which he was fucking her. He reached around her hips and started to rub her cit, making her moan loudly. "That feels good, Melissa!" he said. "You're so fucking tight!" "I feel so fucking dirty!" she cried. "I love your cock, Paul!" He started to spank her as he fucked her, slapping her ass a bit harder each time. "Fuck, that hurts!" she said. "But it feels so fucking good!" Paul took this as permission to spank her harder. "Oh my god Paul!" she cried. "I'm cumming!" Her orgasm lasted for a solid minute or so, then she pushed him out. "Can we get back on the bed?" He guided her back to the bed and put her legs on his shoulders before pushing his cock back into her pussy. "You're such a dirty little girl!" he said as he pounded into her, watching her tits bounce with the force of his thrusts. He grabbed onto her ankles and pushed them back until they were almost over her head, continuing to pound her the whole time. "You look so good with my dick inside you!" he said. "You're so fucking hot!" "Oh my god Paul!" she cried. "I'm cumming again! I'm so wet for you!" When she was done cumming he pulled out and knelt next to her head again, feeding her his cock. It wasn't the first time Melissa had sucked a guy's dick after he had just been fucking her, but it was the first time that she truly enjoyed it. "I want your cum so bad!" she said, taking her mouth off his cock for only a moment. She sucked it for just another minute before it exploded, Paul's cum shooting into the back of her mouth. She swallowed it as it continued to squirt out, something she had learned to love the first time a guy had cum in her mouth during a blowjob. He pulled his cock away when it was spent, then collapsed on the bed next to her. "You sure know how to suck a cock," he said. "And swallowing is a nice touch." She smiled, then got up and gathered her pyjamas and started to get dressed. "Your body is amazing. I hope I get to fuck you again sometime." Embarrassed, she put her head down and let herself out of his room. She made her way back upstairs, wondering if the other girls were still awake. Sure enough, the light was on and all three girls were sitting up, chatting. "What happened?" Lisa said. "Did you actually do it?" Melissa was still blushing as she nodded. "Oh my god!" Robyn said. "You just fucked Kim's brother?" "How was it?" Lisa asked. "It was amazing!" Melissa replied. "Was his cock really eight inches?" Alana asked. "I think so," Melissa said. "When he put it in me I thought it was going to tear me in two!" "Oh my god!" Robyn said. "I'm so jealous!" "So go down there and wake him up!" Melissa said. "I'm sure he can get it up again." "Yeah, you're the only other single one of us," Alana said. "Believe me, if I were single, I'd be all over him!" "Or are you afraid that you won't be able to satisfy him?" Melissa said. "I'll satisfy him better than you did!" Robyn said, rising to the challenge. "Then shut up and get down there!" Melissa said. Robyn rose to her feet, took a deep breath, then made her way down the stairs. As she approached Paul's room, she noticed that the light was off. Not sure if he was awake or not, she knocked softly on the door. She saw the light click on, then the door opened to reveal Paul, completely nude. "Wow!" Robyn said immediately, looking down at his cock. "Melissa was right!" "Is she telling stories about me?" he asked, making no effort to cover himself up. "She told me how big your cock is, so I decided to come and see for myself." She reached out and grabbed it, then began to stroke it. "She also said it felt like you were going to split her in two, and I was curious to know what that felt like." Robyn had only been with one other guy before, and he wasn't very big. "Come on in and I'll show you," he said, leading her to the bed he had just fucked Melissa on a few minutes earlier. They kissed for a moment as she resumed rubbing his cock. "You must think I'm a total slut!" she said. Rather than responding, he smiled and took off her top, revealing her small, firm tits. "I'm so wet for you! I love this big cock!" Paul cupped her breasts one at a time, then bent down and began sucking on them as she pulled off her pants, leaving her in nothing but a pair of sexy black panties. She pulled these off next, and Paul was treated to the sight of a wet, bald pussy. He pushed her onto her back and spread her legs, then started to lick at her pussy. After making her squirm for a minute he added his fingers as well. "I'm so fucking wet for you Paul!" she gasped. "You like that, don't you?" he asked. "You're right, I do think you're a slut!" "Oh my god!" she cried. "I'm cumming already!" He ate her through her orgasm, then pulled away. "Stand up," he told her, getting off the bed. She stood up and he led her to the same spot of the wall where he had fucked Melissa. Robyn bent over willingly, feeling Paul run the head of his cock over her pussy lips. She tried to push back against him, but he wouldn't let her. A minute later he pushed his cock in and finally began fucking her. "Your pussy's so fucking tight!" he said. "It feels amazing!" He reached around and rubbed her clit, then spanked her just as he had done to Melissa. "Take my pussy baby!" she said. "I love your fucking cock!" Seconds later she was crying out with another orgasm. "I love your cock so much Paul! It's so fucking big!" "I can't get over how tight your little cunt is!" he said to her. "God yes!" she cried. "I'm cumming again!" He kept fucking her through her orgasm. "I'm so fucking wet! You made me so horny!" He fucked her hard until she had two more orgasms, then he pulled out. "I want to suck it!" she said. She dropped to her knees in front of him and devoured his cock. She was only able to take about half of it, but she did it with enthusiasm. "I've never had a cock this big!" she said between mouthfuls. He let her suck it for a minute, then pulled her to her feet and tossed her onto the bed. He got between her legs and shoved his cock back into her pussy, then began fucking her again. "That feels fucking good!" he said. "You're such a dirty slut!" "Yes baby!" she cried. "Take my pussy! It feels fucking amazing!" "You look so good getting pounded by my big cock! Just like your slutty little friend!" "I love that cock baby!" she cried, reaching down and rubbing her clit. He fucked her for a couple of more minutes, then pulled out again. "Ready to do some more sucking?" he asked. He rolled onto his back and she got on top of him, sucking his cock into her mouth. She couldn't help but think of the fact that, until tonight, she had never tasted herself on a man's cock. "Do you like that?" she asked. "Just keep sucking that dick, girl," he said. "You're doing great!" After letting her suck it for another minute or two, he put her on her hands and knees and got in behind her, shoving his cock back into her pussy. "Make me your slut, Paul! Treat me like a fucking whore!" As she screamed for more, Paul rubbed her clit and pulled on her hair. "You're so fucking sexy Robyn!" he said. "Oh my god, I'm cumming! It feels so fucking good!" She collapsed forward, forcing Paul's cock to fall out. She rolled onto her side and lifted her top leg toward her chest. "Don't stop fucking me!" He straddled her bottom leg and shoved his dick back into her. "Such a dirty slut!" he said as he slammed into her. "Your dick is fucking huge!" she cried. "I love the way it stretches out my pussy!" He reached down and started rubbing her clit, triggering her orgasm. "I'm cumming baby! I'm cumming all over your cock!" "Your pussy's fucking soaked!" he said. "Take that cock, bitch!" He started smacking her ass and her tits, leaving red handprints on both. "Yes baby! I'm your slut!" "Cum for me, slut!" he said. "Yes baby!" she cried, as if on cue. "I'm cumming for you! Take my fucking pussy!" "Take that fucking cock, you dirty whore! Let me feel you cum on it!" He reached down and wrapped a hand around her throat, gently choking her. "Cum on my fucking cock!" "Oh my god!" she cried. "I'm cumming again!" When she was finished cumming she pushed him out and onto his back, then devoured his cock once again. "You're good at that, slut!" he said. "I can taste my pussy on it!" she said. "Do you like watching me do this?" "You bet I do, slut! It looks almost as good as it feels!" She smiled and continued to suck his cock for a minute before he pulled her away from it. He pushed her face down on the mattress and straddled her, entering her pussy from behind. "Yes Paul!" she screamed. "Fuck my slutty little pussy!" She reached under her hips and started to rub her clit. "Fuck yes!" she cried. "Holy shit! I'm fucking cumming!" He pulled out of her and she rolled over. "Can I suck my juices off your big cock again?" He got on his back again and she started sucking his cock once more. This time he grabbed hold of her head and started to force it up and down, shoving another inch into the back of her throat. "Gag on that dick, you little whore!" he said. "I'm your little cock whore!" she said as he pulled out and smacked his dick against her face a few times. He shoved it back in her mouth and fucked her face for a few minutes, then pulled out. He put her on her side and got behind her so he was spooning her as he pushed his cock into her pussy. He started fucking her hard, rubbing her clit with his fingers. "I'm a horny little slut!" she cried. "This pussy is all mine, isn't it bitch?" he asked. He fucked her for a minute or two, until she was about to cum, then pulled out. "Do you want to try anal?" "You're too big to fit in my ass!" she said. "How do you know? Have you ever tried it?" "No," she replied. "Well, there's only one way to find out," he said. He put his cock against her ass and slowly pushed in. It took a minute before he was finally able to fuck her a bit, and a couple of minutes more before he could fuck her with his entire cock. "Your cock feels fucking huge in there!" she said. She reached down and fingered her pussy as he started to fuck her a bit harder. "I bet your friends would be surprised to find out you took it up the ass!" he said. "My dick is deep inside you!" He fucked her ass gently, but was unable to make her cum. She pushed him out and onto his back, then straddled him. He thought for a moment, as she lowered her pussy onto his cock, that she was simply inviting infection. She either didn't realize this or didn't care, and Paul wasn't going to stop her. One After The Other "That feels amazing slut!" he said. "You look so good riding my cock!" She started to bounce up and down on it quite hard. "My pussy is all yours baby!" she cried. "It feels so fucking good!" Just as it seemed she was about to cum, she surprised him by letting his cock fall out of her pussy and then taking it back up her ass. "God yes!" she screamed, just as she impaled herself on his cock all the way. "I'm cumming baby!" She stayed like that for a moment, then climbed off of him. This time it was Robyn standing up and pulling Paul to the wall, where she leaned over and stuck her ass out, then guided his cock back into her ass. "Take my ass, Paul!" she cried. "Stretch it out baby!" "You dirty slut!" he said. "Take that fucking cock!" He started to finger her pussy as he fucked her. "Your dick is fucking huge!" she cried. A minute later she turned to look at him. "How about putting it back in my pussy?" He pulled out and quickly shoved it back into her pussy, making her scream as he fucked her so hard her head was almost ramming into the wall. "That pussy is all yours Paul!" she screamed, reaching back and rubbing her clit. "Cum for me, slut! One more time before I cum!" "Yes baby!" she cried a minute later. "I'm cumming for you! I'm your dirty slut!" She finished cumming, then pushed him out. "I want you to cum on me," she said. She pulled him over towards the bed, where she sat on the edge of the mattress right in front of him. He started stroking his cock as she grabbed her tits and squeezed them together, presenting a perfect target. Seconds later the first shot of cum landed on her cleavage. "Fuck that feels good!" she said. "Give me your cum baby!" "Take that fucking cum, you little bitch!" he said as he continued to shoot. "Take it all over those little tits!" He finished cumming as they both watched his cum drip down her chest. "I love that cock," she said. "It felt incredible!" "That was pretty damn good," he agreed. "By the way, if Alana or Lisa feel like coming down, tell them not to bother knocking, just walk right in." Robyn got up and pulled on her panties and pyjama pants, then picked up her top and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Topless, she walked upstairs. As she turned away from the living room toward the bathroom the other girls spotted her. A few minutes later she emerged, having cleaned the cum off her chest and put her top back on. Melissa was asleep, but Alana and Lisa were both still awake. "You were gone for a while!" Lisa said, smiling. "Did you have fun?" Alana asked. "It was incredible!" Robyn said. "His dick is so big! I even let him fuck my ass!" "You dirty slut!" Lisa said with a smile. "Why did you have your shirt off when you came back upstairs?" "Because he came on my chest, and I had to clean it up." "That's it," Lisa replied, "I can't take it anymore! I'm going down there!" "But what about Wes?" Alana said. "I'm horny and he isn't here," Lisa said. "Besides, he's never going to find out." She got up and started walking towards the stairs. "Hey Lisa," Robyn said. "Yeah?" "Paul said to just walk in without knocking." Lisa smiled and walked down the stairs. Just like when her friends had come downstairs, there was no light coming from under Paul's door. She turned the knob slowly and opened the door, walking in and closing it behind her. There was just enough moonlight in the room for her to make out the bed and she began walking towards it. "Who's there?" Paul asked. "It's Lisa," she replied. All of a sudden the light on the end table was turned on and they were able to see each other. "I hope you don't think you can get away without fucking me." "I had a feeling I might see you down here," he said. "I'm going to have a hard time fucking you with all those clothes on." Lisa smiled and took off her pyjamas, exposing her shaved pussy and big tits. Paul pulled back the covers to reveal his cock, still semi-hard. Lisa climbed onto the bed and immediately took his cock into her mouth. As she sucked it, he held her hair back and out of the way. "The girls were right," she said. "You do have a big dick. I bet you never knew how slutty your sister's friends were, did you?" She took him back into her mouth and sucked it for a while, then stopped and wrapped her tits around it. Paul continued to watch as she fucked him with her tits. "Your cock barely fits between my tits," she said. "Are you going to give me the same treatment you gave Robyn?" "Of course," he said, "including the ass fucking." "We'll see about that," she said. She took his cock back in her mouth for a minute, then pulled away. "Go down on me, Paul." She spread her legs and he dove right in, devouring her bald pussy. "I'm so fucking wet for you!" "You're fucking gorgeous!" he said. "I can't wait to make you cum!" "Holy shit!" she cried a couple of minutes later. "I'm cumming baby! Eat my fucking pussy!" She finished cumming and Paul pulled away. "Are you going to put it in me now?" she asked him. He pulled her up off the bed and had her stand exactly where her friends had stood, leaning against the wall. He stood behind her and slowly pushed his cock all the way into her pussy. "I love this hot little pussy!" he said to her. "It feels fucking good!" "Take my pussy baby!" she cried. "It's so wet for you!" He reached around and started to rub her clit. "You like that, don't you girl?" "Fuck yes! My pussy is all yours!" A minute later she came hard, crying out loud. He started pounding her harder, pinning her face first against the wall and making her cum again a couple of minutes later. Paul pulled his cock out of her pussy and pushed it slowly into her ass. Despite her earlier misgivings, she relaxed a bit and let him push it all the way in. He fucked her ass slowly at first, then built speed a bit. Her moans were clear indicators that she was enjoying every moment of her first anal experience. "Oh my god!" she cried. "I'm cumming Paul! I love your fucking cock!" When her orgasm subsided she pushed him out of her. "Put me back on the bed and fuck my hot little cunt!" They both got on the bed and Paul got between her legs and then pushed his cock back into her pussy. He pounded her relentlessly, making her cry out loud enough that the girls upstairs might have heard her. "Holy fucking shit!" she screamed. "I'm cumming so god damn hard! It feels fucking incredible!" She finished cumming and then pushed him out again. "Can I ride that fat cock?" He got on his back and she straddled his hips, facing away from him. He stared at her ass as she lowered her pussy onto his cock and started to bounce up and down on it. After watching for a few minutes he began to spank her ass. "Ride that fucking dick girl!" he said. "You look so good getting fucked like this!" A couple of minutes later she screamed out as she came again. She then lifted herself up and pulled his cock out, then put it against her ass and sat back down on it. "You like that, don't you Lisa?" "It makes me feel so dirty!" she replied. "I never thought I'd like it up the ass!" "Well, you've got my fat cock deep in there!" he said. "You're just as slutty as your friends!" She leaned back towards him as he reached around and started to finger her pussy. "I love this sexy little ass!" "God yes baby!" she cried a minute or two later. "I'm cumming again!" She finished cumming and then he pushed her off of him and onto her side. He spooned her and pushed his cock back into her pussy and then began fucking her. Not another word passed between them as he fucked her hard for several minutes, eventually bringing her to an earth-shattering orgasm. Her orgasm triggered his, and he flooded her pussy with his third cumshot of the night. "That felt fucking good!" he said to her, his cock starting to soften inside her. "No shit!" she replied. "I'm glad Melissa told me about your big cock!" "And you took it up your ass like a champ!" he said. She pulled away from him and stood up, then gathered her clothes. Once she was dressed she snuck back upstairs to the living room. The lights were out now, and all three girls were asleep. She made her way over to Alana and nudged her gently. "He's all yours," Lisa whispered, then laid down to go to sleep. Alana took a moment to process what she had just heard, then sat up. She thought for a moment about her boyfriend, and knew just how wrong it would be to cheat on him. On the other hand, all three of her friends had acted on their impulses and seemed completely guilt-free. A few minutes later, when she was pretty sure Lisa had drifted off to sleep, she made her way down the stairs. It was getting late, and the sun was starting to rise, so she had an easy time finding her way to Paul's room. She got to the door and paused, taking a few deep breaths. After what seemed like several minutes, she opened the door and went in. The room was perfectly silent, and Paul's heavy breathing told her that he was asleep. Again she paused, still unsure of herself, then she started to get undressed. When she was naked she stood watching him for a moment in the early morning twilight, then reached for his covers. She pulled them back just a bit and crawled into bed with him. Without any thought, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was soft, but still bigger than Mike's, the only other cock she had handled. Just as it started to swell, she felt Paul stir. "I was wondering how long it would take you," he said to her. She said nothing as she stroked his cock, marvelling at its size as it grew to full mast. Paul pushed her away from him and tore the covers off the bed, then spread her legs and put his head between them. Within three seconds he was devouring her pussy and burying his fingers inside her, causing her to gasp. Mike had gone down on her before, but he didn't do it like this. She was suddenly very happy with her decision to come downstairs. "I'm so wet baby!" she gasped. "That feels so fucking good!" He ate her for a few minutes, then stood up and took her over to the wall. "Do you see this spot?" he asked, standing behind her. She nodded her head in response. "I fucked Melissa in this spot, then I fucked Robyn in the same spot, then I fucked Lisa there, and now I'm going to fuck you in the same spot I fucked your friends." He pushed her up against the wall, pressing her chest flat. Alana was quite tall, so it was easy for him to access her pussy as he snuck his cock between her legs. He pushed in gently, fucking her with the tip of his cock at first and then gradually adding more. The only sound in the room was Alana's soft moans as she felt Paul's cock penetrate her deeper than she had ever felt. Overwhelmed, she reached back and rubbed her clit as he started to fuck her harder. "Mike would kill me if he found out about this!" she said. Paul kept fucking her, and she knew she was going to cum. Just moments before her orgasm would have hit, however, he pulled out and went to lie on the bed. "I want to ride it," she said. She straddled his hips and lowered her pussy down onto his cock before grinding her hips into his. "Fuck Paul! I love your cock!" He pulled her down on top of him, their bare chests pressing against each other as she started to bounce her hips up and down. Paul started to smack her ass, making her cry out softly. "It's so fucking big! It feels incredible!" Again she approached orgasm, and again Paul stopped, pushing her off of him. She gave him a frustrated sigh and then looked down at his glistening cock. "I want to taste it," she said, then bent over and took his cock into her mouth. She took a little more than half of it into her mouth and began sucking it with the enthusiasm of a porn star. "That feels fucking good, Alana!" he said to her, holding her long, brown hair out of the way. He started to take a bit of control, gently forcing her head up and down so that his cock went a bit deeper. "Such a sexy slut! Clean those juices off, girl!" She sucked his cock for another minute or two, then he pulled her away. "Ready for more?" he asked. He pulled her up to a spooning position and pushed his cock into her pussy from behind. "Is that better than when you're with Mike?" he asked. She managed to mumble an affirmative response. He fucked her hard from behind and then rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she was on top of him, facing away, his cock still buried in her pussy. She sat up and started to rub her clit as she rode his cock. "I'm so fucking wet for you, Paul!" she cried. "You feel amazing!" Finally, about two minutes later, she came. Her cries filled the room as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her young life, intensified by the previous build-up. Now that the flood gates were open, it only took another minute or two before she came again even harder. She then climbed off of him and got on her back. She pulled him between her legs and he immediately plunged his cock back into her pussy. He started fucking her hard, watching her full tits bounce around. "Take that fucking cock, girl! Cum for me!" "Yes Paul! Fuck me baby! Make me cum!" "You've got such a tight little pussy! It feels so fucking good!" He started to manhandle her tits and even choke her as he fucked her. "I love your fucking cock!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder baby!" He kept pounding her and they both quickly approached orgasm. "Cum inside me Paul!" Seconds later he shot his load into her, triggering her orgasm as well. "Such a hot little pussy!" he groaned as he came. Their orgasms each took an incredible length of time, then he collapsed on top of her. "You are so fucking sexy!" he said into her ear. He got off of her and she got up to get dressed. "You can't tell anyone that we fucked, okay?" she asked. "No problem," he said as he watched her get dressed and then leave the room... One Afternoon Pamela walked into the apartment that she shared with Nathan. Nathan was sitting on the couch watching television. "Hey babe." "Hey luv." he said. Pamela looked in his direction and noticed that he was holding something. "What's that?" Nathan held it up and said, "You know my belt? The one that is made up of a bunch of elastic ropes webbed together?" "yeah?" "It broke today." "Then why do you still have it?" "I was thinking about that time when I whipped you with it, and how you mentioned how you would like to try a cat-o-nine tail sometime." Pamela smiled. Nathan held up the belt, and said, "Check it out, nine strands. We'll have to try it out sometime." Pamela sat her purse on the table, walked to Nathan and bent over. She then stood up and said, "What am I thinking?" She the proceeded to unbutton her jeans, pull them down, revealing her pink thong, then bent over, leaning against the wall. Nathan smiled and whipped her with it. Pamela smiled and said, "Harder." Nathan obeyed, she said, "harder!" This continued for some time. Her ass was getting covered in red welts. Once he stopped, she stood up, removed her sandals then her jeans. She spun around, grabbed Nathan by the wrist, pulled him closer, released his wrist, put her arms around his neck and kissed him opened mouth using plenty of tongue and wrapping one leg around him and pelvic thrusting. She moved one hand down to his waist, then up, under is shirt. She placed his hand just below his shoulders, pressed her fingernails down, and scratched his back as hard as she could. Nathan moaned in response. He moved their intertwined bodies against the wall. He broke their kiss, and looked Pamela deep in her lust filled eyes. He put his hands on her shirt collar, and in one swift move, he tore her blouse open, exposing the pink bra that matched her pink thong. Not all the buttons remained on the blouse. She pulled him close again and kissed him the same way a butterfly kisses the windshield of a Ferrari on the autobahn. They continued kissing. She reached down, felt the lump in his pants. She quickly undid the button, then the zipper. Nathan stepped out of his shoes, the pants fell down, and he stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She felt the front of his boxers. They didn't fully close in the front and she could tell that he was actually sticking fully out of them. She played with the head of his dick while he unclasped the front of the bra, releasing her breasts from the B cups in her bra. They went back to kissing passionately while grinding against each other. He moved his hand between her legs, moved the gusset of her thong over and teased the lips of her pussy. He then kissed down her neck, kissing up and down the side of her neck, then he moved directly to her left breast. He ran his tongue around her nipple a couple of times, then he flicked it repeatedly over her nipple. This, combined with the stimulation that was now teasing her clit caused her to softly moan. She pulled his hand out from between her legs, and pulled it to her face. She licked the finger and said, "Let's move this to the bed." Nathan followed, stripping the remainder of the clothes off as he did so. Pamela started to remove her shirt, but Nathan stopped her, begging her to leave it on. She agreed, it was kind of kinky, so she just removed the bra and put the shirt back on. They stood at the front of the bed. They kissed once more, then she pushed him onto the bed. She crawled onto the bed, and sat down on his face. He put his hands on her hips and used his tongue to probe as deep into her as it would go. She leaned forward. She kissed the insides of his thighs, then moved her lips to his balls. She sucked one into her mouth. The sound of his moan was music to her ears. She licked his joystick up and down a couple of times, then she took her tongue out and licked the head of his dick, making sure that she got all his pre-cum into her greedy mouth. Once that was finished, she opened her mouth and swallowed as much of it as she could take, even gagging a little. Nathan shifted his focus from tongue fucking his girlfriend to stimulating her clit. He teased it through the hood, then he pulled it back and stimulated it directly, even sucking it into his mouth and lightly biting down on it. He took the finger that was teasing her in the living room, and pressed it against her puckered asshole. He pushed it in slightly, and she moved her hips, forcing more of the finger into her. Pamela started to bob her head up and down on the shaft, feeling it hit the back of her throat, then out as far as her teeth, then back again. She could feel Nathan's other hand start to caress her breast and nipple. This continued for quite some time. Eventually, Pamela released his dick, got off his face, looked at him, smiled, and hovered over him. The two kissed again, and while they were kissing, she impaled herself on his dick. Both moaned as loudly as they could. Slowly she started to bounce up and down, then she changed her style to down, slight thrust forward, and back up. Nathan laid on his back and put his hands on her breasts. She pulled his hands away, leaned forward and said, "Suck on my nipple." Nathan sat up and started to bite on her nipple. She slapped him across the face and said, "I told you to SUCK it." Nathan smiled, "Yes ma'am," and proceeded to do as he was ordered too. Pamela then pulled him off of her nipple after a few seconds of nipple sucking, and pushed him back. She held one of his wrists in each hand, and put all her weight on them, holding him down. She raised up, and hovered less then an inch over his dick, teasing him. Nathan thrust his hips up, trying to get inside of her. She lifted higher. After a less then a minute of teasing, she finally lowered herself down onto him. Nathan quickly adjusted his hands and wrists so that he was now holding onto his lover. They made eye contact briefly, and he rolled them over so that she was now on her back. She smiled. He pulled out, put her knees over his shoulders, tilted her back so that her ass was off the bed, and began to thrust in and out of her at a high rate of speed. "Oh fuck yes!" she grunted as she got fucked. This was one of her favorite positions. Nathan pulled out so that only the head of his dick was inside of her. He pulled out entirely, then back in, but just the head. It was now his turn to tease. Pamela's face turned from pleasure to frustration in response to Nathan's teasing. In her position, it would be impossible for her to get what she wanted. "Oh, you bastard." she grunted. Nathan placed the tip of his dick in her entrance. That wasn't enough for Pamela, she wanted more. Nathan paused. Then he rammed all of it in at once. Pamela responded by screaming in pure absolute pleasure. She loved it when he did this to her. Nathan continued his rapid assault on Pamela, varying from slow and rhythmic, to fast and hard. As he did this, Pamela was hit with a rather strong orgasm. She got out from under Nathan. "Want to try something different?" Nathan got a confused look on his face. Such as? Pamela walked across the room and to the closet. "This came in the mail last week. I hope you'll enjoy it." she said with a smile as she opened the box, pulling out a harness, a dildo and some lube. Nathan started to laugh. "You can't be serious." She smiled. "Remember when you fucked my ass, I told you that you would pay for it, and now babe, you are. Bend over honey." She said as she fastened the harness. Nathan did as he was ordered too. Pamela lubed up the toy. She crawled up between his legs, then she spread his cheeks and tongued his asshole. He jumped at that. "Hey, it's best if both the toy and you, are lubed." she sat up and said, "I think that it would be best if you relaxed now." Nathan did as he was advised to do. Pamela pressed the tip against his asshole and slowly pushed into him. He let out a moan, then a scream as the silicon object penetrated him. He started to bite into the pillow as Pamela pushed the entire toy into him. She waited, gave him time to get used to the toy, then she slowly started to rock her hips back and forth, fucking him. His moans shifted from those of pain to pleasure. He found himself moving back to meet her thrusts. Pamela reached around her boyfriend and jacked him off as she fucked him. With each thrust she made, the toy rubbed against her clit. The entire event was a major turn on for the girl. She had two quick orgasms just from fucking him in the ass. She was building up for another when Nathan suddenly said, "I'm... I'm about to cum." Pamela pulled out of him, and told him to roll over. She straddled him, and pushed him inside of him as quickly as she could. She wanted this and she was going to get as much of it was she could. Not long after getting the dick into her did Nathan cum inside of her pussy. The feelings inside of her caused her to cum once again. He pulled her down to him, and they kissed as their orgasms subsided. "Oh fuck that was good." Pamela said as she rolled off Nathan. "Oh yeah." He said, then followed it with, "I'm not sure if I'll be able to walk the same way ever again." One Afternoon She was a kinky little slut. He had known her for a few months and had talked to her on many occasions. She was the token lesbian in the office. Not many people knew of her past and most only guessed at her true orientation. She had done anyone at any time. Attraction to a personality was more important than the sex of the person. She had settled down some and was in a committed relationship with a woman that she called her wife. In time they had worked together she had told him many of her stories and they had taken their conversation to places that were not appropriate at work. They had flirted some and had started texting. Things were rapidly turning sexual between them. They spoke in innuendo. The text messages had become hotter and steamier. He began to begin to give her orders. Not at work, certain decorum had to be maintained. The late night texts were the key that would unlock their passion. "You will do as I ask, my pet." "Yes, Sir." The word "Sir" was very important. He did not control her and was not her master. She obeyed out of free will and could opt out at anytime. They did this only for fun but she never said no. "I want a pic of your boobs." "Yes, Sir. I will." "I know you will my pet" "It will be hard. We have company" "You will find a way." "Yes Sir." After several minutes he had not received his desired picture. She had never disobeyed and most certainly never lied. It was time to push her to see how far she would go. "I don't have my pic." "I sent it, Sir" "I am not happy. You must do better." "My phone did not send it. I will try again" "Very well. Be quick about it." "Yes Sir" He noticed that she had responded well. If there was a legitimate problem with the phone sending the picture he would use it to his advantage. He wanted the picture to masterbate to that night. It was then that a thought entered his mind. If the picture did not arrive he would try to get her to do something for him in person. Now he hoped that the text would not go through. "Where is my pic?" "I sent it again sir." "I did not receive it." "The phone won't send it." "But you can text." "I know Sir. It's weird" "I will give you 30 minutes. If I don't have it you will be punished." "I understand, sir." He stopped there knowing that more texts were not necessary. In their online world she obeyed without question. Now all he could do was wait. He had never pushed things this far with her. The text fantasies they shared were just that, fantasies, but now he was in an interesting position. If he received this picture he would have some new masterbation material for the evening. If she failed to deliver, he could push farther. How far could he go? How far would she go? He busied himself working around his small apartment. He did the dishes, straightened up the living room, did anything that would take his mind off the clock, off her. Then he heard the quiet single ping. He went to the living room and grabbed his phone. There was a message from her but not the one he wanted, or was it? "I'm sorry sir. The picture will not send. It is not my fault. I want to please you." "I am very disappointed in you my pet. You must be punished." "Yes sir. I understand. What must I do?" "Do you have a riding crop?" "Yes sir. I think I can find it." "Good. What time does your wife go to work?" "9 o'clock." "OK. I will be there at 10. Have your crop ready when I arrive. If you do as I ask I may be lenient." "If I can't find it?" "You must have something suitable to punish you with." "Yes sir. I will have it. I want to please you." "Very good. You are released." "You are released." That was the code that they had created to say that the dom/sub play was over and all texts would just be as friends until someone said sir or pet. Then it would start again. He could not believe his luck. She had agreed to meet him for the afternoon and it promised to be very sexual in nature. All he had to do was wait till the morning and head over to her house. He just had to go to sleep and morning would be here before he knew it. But sleep did not coming easy. A thousand questions and scenarios were going through his head. Was she serious and going to let him punish her in person? Was she expecting him to continue by text? Would he really use a riding crop on her bare ass? How far would she go? Why can't I just sleep? What does she look like naked? He just needed a drink to calm his nerves. He had done this with others before. Why was it so difficult this time? "Bzzzz- Bzzzz- Bzzzz." the alarm jarred him awake. Was it morning already? Still more questions and no answers. Was it just a dream? No, the texts were still on the phone. Does she have cold feet? Well it was time to put up or shut up. He got out of bed and made breakfast. As a frustrated chef, breakfast meant cooking. Without thinking he whipped up a vegetable fritata and had it in the oven in minutes. He grabbed a few oranges and squeezed a glass of juice. One of the luxuries of moving to Arizona from the midwest was the fresh produce at that time of the year. The trees in a friend's yard provided great fruit no cost. Grabbing the pan out of the oven he slid his breakfast on to a plate and headed to the living room. He clicked on the news and settled in to eat. Nothing newsworthy was happening that day. Just the usual distractions of bad drivers and local feel good stories. After finishing breakfast he headed to the bathroom to get ready. He completed his usual grooming then started the work of preparing for this afternoon. He carefully shaved around his manhood. Keeping the area shaved was normal but when he had a date he did a very careful job. Today would be extra tricky. The thoughts of what may happen had him on edge and as soon as he touched his cock it responded. A little hardness would help with shaving, but it was screaming for attention. He wanted badly to jerk off but it would only reduce his performance later. In his younger days he would have completed that task and still had plenty of stamina later. He resisted the urge and competed his shaving. Extra time was spent at the mirror making sure all the hair was gone, both from is face and his head and also from his groin. As kinky as she was, he knew she would appreciate the effort. He picked up his phone and sent a quick text. Her response would tell him what to expect for the rest of the day. "Is everything ready my pet?" Nothing. What the hell? Might as well head that way and see what happens. He finished getting dressed. Nothing fancy at all. He didn't plan on wearing his clothes for long and he had to go to work immediately after. The uniform tactical pants and boots were a given but he threw on a beige polo shirt instead of his uniform shirt. He would take that with him and put it on later. He checked his phone again. The blue LED was on. "I am ready Sir." "The riding crop?" "I can't find it." "Do you have something else?" "Yes sir. I want to please you." "Very good. I am happy with you today." "Thank you sir. I want to please you very much today." "Very well my pet." He had his answer. She was not only going to go through with it, but she was planning to have fun herself. The forty-five minute drive was a killer. They sent no texts for most of the trip. At a red light before her house he sent a quick one. "b there in 5" "I am ready sir." "Should I be naked?" He never texted while rolling but this time he made an exception and sent a quick "no". He wanted to undress her, or at least be there to watch. She replied but he never read it. He was only seconds from her drive. He pulled in and shut of the truck. He took a moment and steadied his nerves. This should be a great afternoon and he didn't want to ruin it. He had a nervous habit of shaking when he was excited. Not when turned on but with a general excitement and now he was both. It was a full body shiver that was hard to control and he had to fight it. A couple of deep breaths later he got out and closed the door. He hoped the extra time would get to her. She was standing at the door waiting. It had been years since she had been with a man and now one was at her door with the sole intention of ravaging her body. Not only was he there to take her, he was going to punish her and make her do his bidding. She was trembling with excitement. Should she meet him outside? No, she would look too willing and that would not please him. The solid knock on the door made her jump. She tried to take a deep breath but it caught in her throat. Her hand reached for the door knob on its own. She opened it knowing that she would never look at him the same again. He moved quickly through the door, grabbed her hair and kissed her as he pulled her head back. At six foot tall he towered over her five foot one inch frame. Her tongue shot into his mouth and he responded with his. He pushed the door closed then grabbed her ass. He found it firm yet supple. She was almost young enough to be his daughter yet old enough that she had an older woman's curves. His brain shifted to the mission that brought him there and he pushed her away. "Time for your punishment my pet." "Yes sir. I am ready." "What am I punishing you with?" "This sir. Does it please you?" She handed him a plastic spatula from the kitchen. It was solid black with a sturdy handle and a flat blade with holes. He took a moment to look it over. It was all show. He knew as soon as he saw it that it was perfect for what he had in mind. "Yes it does please me. you have done well. Your punishment may be reduced if your obedience continues." "That is not necessary, Sir. I failed you and I must be punished." "Very well my pet. Your devotion is admirable." A smile crept across his lips. This chick wanted the pain he was planning. He only had a few hours before work but he planned on enjoying every second. If she was anything close to what she claimed to be, this was going to be one of his greatest sexual exploits ever. "Go to the living room." "Yes Sir." She turned and walked out of the entry and into the adjoining family room. "Stop!" "Sir?" She asked as she spun to face him "Strip!" "Here?" "You do not question me!" his voice was stern now. "I said strip! "Yes sir" she whimpered with her head down. She had angered him and that just would not do. She pulled her t-shirt over her head exposing her full breasts. Very pale white, well rounded, capped with light brown nipples and large aureoles of the same color. They were significantly larger than he had expected. At work she only wore sports bras that concealed the wonders underneath. She cupped them with her hands and lifted them slightly. "Do you approve?" He only nodded. She undid the belt buckle on the side of her pants. "Interesting location," he thought. She unfastened her jeans and slid them down and kicked them to the side. Her legs were by no means toned but they had a nice shape. But it was the neon yellow boxer shorts that she wore that made him chuckle. "Really?" He asked. "You know I'm not into lady like things." She said "Well then," he paused just a moment, "go to the couch and put your hands on it. Face the wall and don't look at me." "Yes, Sir." She turned and walked to the black leather couch an placed her hands on the back. Since it faced away from them she was not really doubled over but it did make her breasts hang slightly. Even from behind he liked what he saw. Her plump round ass was exposed to him and she was focused on the far wall, just as she had been told to do. Walking forward he ground his crotch against her ass. She moved against him enjoying the feeling. He laid the spatula on the couch, reached around her and cupped both of her breasts, feeling their weight and pinching her nipples. She moaned slightly at his touch. He pulled her back to him feeling her body against his. He pinched her nipples hard, pulling them away from her body, until they released from his fingers. A gasp escaped her lips. He pulled her hips to him and stepped back away from the couch bringing her with him. Hooking his hands in the waistband of her shorts he yanked them to the floor. "Step out of them." He said. When she complied he put one foot between her feet spreading them apart. He grabbed a handful of her short black hair and shoved her roughly forward till her face met the couch. He reached forward, grabbed the spatula and smacked it hard on her right butt cheek. A yelp escape her lips because of the sudden surprise. "I will have none of that." He said and brought the spatula down hard on her left cheek. This time not a sound escaped her lips but she winced a little at the pain. He stepped back to look at this work too nice red square imprints on each cheek from where the spatula had landed. "Count." The spatula connected with the left cheek again. "Three." Came in a trembling voice. Then a solid connection with the right cheek. "Four." and so it went, left, "Five," Right, "Six," Left, "Seven," until she barely muttered the word "Twelve." He laid the spatula down never to touch it again. Her ass was a pattern of red squares. Her punishment was complete but her obedience was not. He reached down and gently rubbed her right cheek. He wanted to ease her pain. The most important part of his form of domination was to show caring in return for obedience. He lifted her shoulders and moved her forward to lay her across the back of the couch. She was a limp form that moved with him with the slightest suggestion, like a practiced dance partner. Her arms and breasts dangled over the couch, her toes barely touching the floor. He kissed her tender butt cheeks, gently massaging them. Her swallow breathing began to become normal and gentle moans started to escape her lips. It sounded like the gentle purring of a kitten. He allowed his hand to slide down the back of her leg and up her inner thigh. She shuddered as his hand grazed the folds of her pussy. He lingered for a moment, feeling her wetness and the delicate hairs there. It was time to make her cum, her reward for obedience. He reached around her with both hands, taking hold of her breasts and pulled her upright. With both feet now firmly on the floor, he turned her around and looked into her eyes. They were glazed over with lust and pain. She was dripping wet and desperately needed release. He held the back of her head with one hand and cupped her mound with the other. Pulling her head to him he leaned in to kiss her. Just before their lips touched, he whispered the words, "You are released." Those words were a trip wire in her brain. She attacked his tongue with hers, coiling around his like a snake and trying to remove it from his mouth. She moved quickly to undress him. She pulled his shirt off, unfastened his pants and pulled them down. Following them to the floor, she cupped his balls with one hand stroked him with the other. Her tongue began a luscious dance on the head of his cock. She swirled around the tip, licked the underside and probed his hole. She was everywhere at once yet was never anywhere for long. Her hand slid between his legs and a finger found is asshole teasing the outside, probing slightly, never entering, then teasing again. She had been on her knees for less than a minute and he was losing control, ready to fill her greedy mouth. Using every bit of restraint he had left, he pushed her away. He lifted her to her feet and took her by the hand, leading her to the front of the couch. He sat her down and knelt in front of her, kissing her again and tasting his precum on her lips. His hand found a nipple and teased it lightly. He trailed kisses from her her mouth to her neck to her other nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, the other hand drifted down to her mound. He took a few seconds to tickle her black bush before moving on to her wet lips. He dipped two fingers into her hot hole. She stiffened at the sudden intrusion. He began to hammer her cunt with his hand. Two fingers drove hard into her wet hole as his thumb massaged her clit. She threw her head back as her while body stiffened. Releasing her nipple he quickly lowered his head and latched onto her now stiff exposed nub, sucking hard. His tongue vibrated across it as his fingers still continued to probe and twist inside her. She began to writhe on the couch. Her thighs closed around his head. Without relenting with his hand he raised his head and looked at her flush face, "CUM!" And she did! Her body began to flail. Her head thrashed side to side. She screamed loudly. He had been with many loud women but no one could match this sexpot. Her body stiffened, her thighs clamped tightly to his head, her screams increased in volume and her juices flooded his mouth. He continued to suck on her clit prolonging her orgasm. Finally, she started to calm down, letting herself relax. He would not relent, however. He switched from sucking on her clit to rapidly flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He continued to pump her now sopping wet slot with his fingers, curling them as he pulled out, straightening them as he thrust forward. His relentless onslaught pushed her over the edge again in a matter of seconds. She screamed again and raised her ass off the couch. She grabbed his head and pulled him in tighter. Not the kind of guy to deny a woman her wishes, he continued fingering her gash and tonguing her clit. She rode, no surfed, the orgasmic waves that flowed through her body. Her pale face had turned red, the color flowing down her neck and spreading across her chest. She had stopped screaming, Short staccato bursts of sound were all that came from her mouth. She collapsed and the couch as the last shivers of her orgasm moved up her spine. He stopped the assault on her clit and eased his fingers from her pussy. He moved beside her on the couch, licking her juices from his fingers before cradling her head to his chest and kissed her forehead. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she melted into his body. "Did I tell you I can cum on command?" "No you didn't. But I think I figured it out." "I had a master that taught me to do that." "I'll say I'm impressed. My ex couldn't relax enough to cum. I usually had to stop before she would get off." "That's a shame." "And I love to eat pussy, but she made it a chore." "No man ever ate me like that." "I learned from a lesbian." "Really? Who?" "My first wife was Bi. But really preferred women more than men." "That's interesting. Want something to drink?" "Sure. Anything cold and carbonated will do." "K. Be right back." She untangled herself from him and walked naked to the kitchen. "Nice ass. I should fuck that someday." "Thanks. I haven't had anything back there for a long time." "Well, we just might remedy that issue." "Sweet!" She returned from the kitchen with two cold glasses of Coke just as her phone rang. "Shhhhh. It's my wife." He sipped his drink while she was on the phone. The conversation was nothing unusual, just the basic lunchtime chit chat. The whole time that she was on the phone he gazed at her naked body. He felt his erection grow. He wanted to just bend her over and take her but that would give them away. It only lasted a few minute but it felt like forever before the call ended. "Want to go to the bedroom?" she asked. "Sure, if you want." "We can use the guestroom. I won't have to hide the sheets." "Works for me. Got rubbers?" "Of course." She headed to the downstairs bedroom. He followed closely, eyes glued to her ass. When she paused to open the door, he reach out and slapped her butt cheek. "Are you threatening me with a good time?" One Afternoon "Nope, that's a promise." He smacked the other cheek. "Sweet. Hope you can keep it." "I have no doubts." He quickly surveyed the room. Just a bed and a nightstand. Nothing else. "The perfect place for screwing." He thought. "I need to grab the rubbers. Would you like me to bring the lubes?" "Whatever you wish." "K. be right back." She disappeared out of the room. He pulled the comforter down and crawled onto the bed. He reached down and slowly stroked his cock returning some of it's hardness but not really jacking off. He wanted to be ready but needed to cum in her. She was only gone for a minute and carried a small wooden box when she returned. Hopping up on the bed beside him she sat cross legged and said, "Let's see what we have." She opened it box to reveal about a dozen bottle of various sizes. She pulled out the first one. "Strawberry. Want a taste?" "Sure." not quite sure what she had in mind. She squeezed a drop on a nipple. His eyes grew as he realized where this was headed. Leaning over he licked the tart fluid from her nip. Sucking on it to make it hard. She squeezed a little on the other nipple and he just followed her lead, not realizing she had turned the tables on him and was now calling the shots. She pulled out another bottle. "This one's chocolate" and spread a line from her tits to her belly button. His tongue followed the bottle and was catching the sweet liquid almost as quickly as it came from the bottle. She giggled softly thinking she had him as her toy now. 'This is my favorite, vanilla." He pulled away a bit to see where this was going to be used. Surprisingly, she licked the top of the bottle. He cocked his head sightly, confused. She reached over and squirted some on his hard dick. She then rocked forward and took his full length her mouth. He threw his head back and a loud moan came from deep in his chest. He rested a hand on her ass and enjoyed the sensations of pleasure she was giving him. She was very skilled for not having slept with a man lately. She kept up a constant sucking while her tongue danced along his dick. She took his entire length down her throat then she did something he had never felt. She began to swallow. The muscles of her throat massaging him. He would not last long and he knew it. Reaching out with his free hand he grabbed one of the condoms off the nightstand and opened it with his teeth. He was ready. It was time to take back control. It was time to get what he had come for. It was time to fuck this bitch. He grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock. She whined in displeasure at the sudden removal of the treasure from her mouth. He grabbed her shoulders and threw her on her back, kissed her roughly, then got off the bed. She realized what was going to happen, smiled and spread her legs. Unrolling the condom on his dick as he walked around the bed he studied her. He gazed at her alabaster skin, large round breasts, slightly plump belly, and her swollen red pussy lips below the trimmed patch of black hair. Reaching the other side of the bed he jerked her hips to the edge. He threw one leg one the bed and positioned his raging dick at her entrance. He rubbed it along her slit and she moved her hips trying to complete their coupling. Even as wet as she was he felt they needed more. He picked up a bottle of lube not caring about what flavor, squeezed some in his hand and coated himself before wiping the rest of it on her pussy. Re-positioning himself he inserted just the tip into her. Her hips raised to meet this welcome intrusion and he slammed home, burying himself completely in her. Her nails dug into his back as he began to thrust in a slow rhythm. She rotated her hips slowly, matching him, increasing the the length of his probing thrusts. He began to vary his pace, hard deep thrusts, holding himself deep in her after each one. Then shallower rapid ones after which he would return to his original pace. She began to moan with each penetration, gaining more and more volume. Her wet walls grabbed at him, years since they had felt a real cock. He could feel her pussy milking him, pulling his seed from deep in his balls. He was nearly upright plowing hard into the sex crazed form on the bed. He hooked his arms behind her knees, pulling them up and out. This raised her hips giving him an angle to drive fully into her. It also stretched her and tightened her already tight pussy even more. He looked down at her, her breasts jerking with each thrust, eyes closed. He began to quicken the pace. He could not hold off any longer. He was going to cum in his new little vixen. "CUM! CUM NOW! CUM ON MY COCK!" She let out a wail and thrust herself at him, pussy muscles clamping hard around his member. He trust into her and held it there, the first jet from is dick threatening to blow a hole in the end of the rubber. She continued to scream as the orgasm tore through her body and the blasts of cum erupted from him. He had felt the tightening earlier and fought through it but now his left hamstring seized up in a full cramp. He rolled off of her screaming in pain. The now full condom barely staying on. He stretched out on the bed flexing his foot, forcing the rebellious muscle to stretch. "Are you OK?" She asked with some panic in her voice. He was older but not old. She wondered if she was killing him. "Just... a... cramp." his voice was ragged as he tried to catch his breath. His heart was pounding out of his chest. He hadn't come like that often. It was one of those full body orgasms that makes fucking the best thing ever created. Slowly he returned to normal. The pounding in his chest subsided, the cramp weakened. He reached over and placed his hand on the inside of her still raised knee. Touching her with just finger tips, he let his hand slide down her inner thigh to her soaking pleasure center. Lightly, he let his fingers dance across her, not really focused on what he was doing to her but fighting the cramp and controlling his breathing. His fingers knew what to do and began to work magic on her again. They rapidly flicked across her clit. He was pushing her to orgasm again. The moaning had started. The bucking hips had started. He leaned over and bit a nipple. She screamed again, flooding his hand with her juices. He gently kissed her nipple and returned to his back, allowing his hand to rest on her hip. He listened to her breathing as she returned to this world. The blissful state she was in slowly fading away. "What do you want me to do with the rubber?" "Just put it in the kitchen trash." "What about you wife?" "She'll never notice." He looked at his watch. He had been there for three hours and it was nearly one o'clock. "We need to go to work." "Yea, I know" "Wanna stop for lunch on the way? Mexican?" "Sure." One Afternoon at the Gym Revised version copyright 2007 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: An early version of this tale was my very first erotic story, written when I was in high school, inspired by gym class and gang showers. It's gone through countless drafts in the decades since but the fantasy remains as potent as ever for me. Best, KN Paul finished his jog and walked off the outdoor track, panting. It was a sunny late spring day and the afternoon was warm. He had taken off his shirt and stuck it in his waistband early in his run, and used it now to wipe the sweat from his face and chest as he headed toward the locker room. The exercise program he had begun several months before included weights as well as running. Looking in the full-length mirror earlier as he had changed, he had been pleasantly surprised by the increasing muscle mass in his chest and shoulders. His hard work was paying off. If only someone would notice. Paul's locker was in the basement of the gym. Apparently that room had been the last to have lockers in it assigned that year, as only the three or four aisles nearest the door had occupied units. There was a small additional room off the back of the main locker room, near the showers, with temporary lockers. Paul knew that a lot more than changing went on there. He had seen men in towels strolling in with elaborate casualness, or peering out through the windows of the double doors to see if anybody could be enticed to join them. He himself had occasionally tricked there. Not lately, though. As he pushed open the door and walked in he heard the shower running. He found his locker and stripped off his sweaty running gear. Leaving it on the bench, he got his towel and shampoo out of his locker. Just then the shower stopped. Paul walked to the showers and entered the outer area where towels were hung. The man who had been showering was there, drying himself. He smiled and nodded. Paul replied, "Hi," with some difficulty. This one was the genuine article--strong features, dark eyes, and even white teeth under a mustache almost black like his wavy hair. His body was well muscled without being overdeveloped. Defined pectorals were lightly covered with hair that thickened as it descended over washboard abs, smoothly joining with the thick pubic mass out of which jutted a nicely sized and shaped cut cock with a purplish, conical head, heavy ball sac swinging beneath. Sturdy arms and legs completed the picture. To his embarrassment he found himself getting hard. Paul swiftly dropped his towel to cover himself as he passed the dark stranger to enter the shower. He hung it on a showerhead and turned on a cold blast to steady himself, but could not resist turning toward the outer area again. Now the dark man's back was to him. The sight of broad shoulders tapering in a perfect V-shape to a dimpled, hairy butt brought lust coursing into Paul's body again. He sighed. Forget it, he'd never look twice at me. With an effort he turned away and got down to the business of cleaning himself up. As he concentrated on soaping and shampooing himself he began to feel calmer. When he turned again the man had left. He finished his shower, dried himself off, and went back to his locker, which was directly in front and some distance away from the double doors that led into the back locker room. As he bent to open it, Paul glanced toward the back room. To his surprise he saw the dark handsome man he had encountered a few minutes earlier, a towel around his waist, standing at the entrance, gazing outward. His eyes met Paul's, sending an unmistakable message. Paul's breath quickened and he felt his cock stiffen. He hitched his towel around his waist and walked quickly into the back locker room, letting the door fall shut with a thump. His cock sprang out in full erection as he removed the towel from his waist and took it in his hand, walking back to the last row of lockers. The dark man was standing in the aisle, his towel on the bench beside him. He had one foot on the bench and leaned forward, a hand on his bent knee, smiling. Paul stopped, hypnotized by the masculine perfection before him. The stranger's hand moved, beckoning. That brought Paul out of it. He took a step forward and the dark man moved to meet him. Both men's hands reached out simultaneously for the other's cock. As Paul's hand made contact, he let his eyes drop to his prize. He gripped the shaft, noting with satisfaction its length and thickness. His thumb slid over the smooth head and reached the moist opening at the front. He spread the precum over the head and heard a quick intake of breath from the other man in response. The hands of the stranger had been occupied too, squeezing and fondling Paul's organ. Now they moved up and began to work Paul's nipples. The blond threw his head back, eyes closed in pleasure. Then Paul bent his head down, brushing his lips across the darkly furred chest in front of him. He opened his mouth and let his tongue flick slowly and delicately across one large nipple. As the other's breathing quickened, Paul began to twist and squeeze the other nipple as he engulfed the first with his entire mouth, keeping his tongue in constant motion. In a few moments the stranger gasped and pulled away. Paul spoke to his partner for the first time. "What's wrong?" He asked. The other man smiled. "Nothing. Just felt so good I thought I was going to cum." Paul chuckled. "Not yet." He knelt, his hands cupping the other's hard dimpled ass cheeks. He closed his eyes as he let the jutting flesh of the dickhead play across his face, burying his nose in the damp pubic hair, inhaling the scent of soap mixed with a faint hint of man musk. Finally he let his lips part and close on the cock. Slowly he slid down past the flaring head and down the shaft, then up again. Giving head to this guy felt very good. As Paul increased the pressure and pace, he began to pull on his own stiff dick with one hand. The man standing before him sighed, his hands caressing Paul's tousled blond head as the kneeling man buried his face in his crotch, taking the entire length of erect cock down his hot throat. A moan escaped his mustached lips as Paul twisted his head on the way up. The blond now raised his hands to the chest in front of him, teasing his partner's nipples as he continued his efforts. Paul raised his eyes and saw the dark man's head thrown back, his eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure. His knees were beginning to hurt from the cold tile floor of the locker room but he didn't care. He felt the strong hands on his head, caressing and guiding him, and felt a rush of pride that he could give this much pleasure to another man. He grasped the ass again and lunged forward, deep throating the cock until it choked him, keeping it stuffed in his mouth even as he gagged. With a grunt the man in front of him pulled back. "You okay, man?" Paul looked up and grinned, though he was gasping and his eyes were watering. "Never better." The other man laughed. Hands under his arms pulled Paul to his feet. "Now it's my turn." He knelt and soon the blond felt waves of pleasure flood through his body up from his crotch. His partner's hands and mouth moved rapidly and expertly, making a hot slippery tunnel for Paul's cock. Paul looked downward at the masculine form before him, down the broad shoulders and muscular back to the cleft of his ass. He cupped the dark man's face with his hands, raising it to his own as he bent down and placed his lips on the other's mouth. Paul fleetingly wondered whether his partner would even want to kiss him, but the stranger took his mouth even more eagerly than he had his cock or nipples. Strong arms encircled him as the man rose and kissed Paul passionately. Paul hugged back with equal abandon as their tongues and lips tangled together. After long moments they broke apart. Paul let his head fall against the shoulder in front of him, letting out a long sigh. His partner spoke again. "Anything the matter?" Paul chuckled. "Not one damn thing," he replied, "except maybe that I don't know your name." The dark man smiled. "I don't know yours either. I guess I was more interested in other things. Anyway, I'm Gary, and you're...?" "Paul." "Paul," Gary repeated. He shook his head. "There I am in that shower, thinking I'm the only one in the place, and you walk in. Damn." He took Paul's cock in his hand again and reached around behind with his other. Paul felt a finger push into his asshole and closed his eyes. "Mm, I'd love something bigger up there." Gary grinned. "Thought you'd never ask. Turn around and bend over." Paul obeyed. In a moment the blond felt the soft, wet touch of Gary's tongue on his butt, moving closer and closer to the crevice between his legs until it tickled the hairs around his hole. Then it was probing the soft flesh of the hole itself. Paul groaned softly as he pushed his butt back against Gary's mouth, trying to get as much of his tongue up his asshole as he could. His friend redoubled his efforts, moving his head from side to side, pressing his lips against the soft flesh as he thrust into his target. The grunts and obscene smacking sounds coming from the man rimming him drove Paul wild. "Come on, man. Yeah, eat my ass. Get my hole ready for your big fat cock," he whispered through gritted teeth. "You're getting me so hot...can't wait to feel that rod slamming into me." "You got it, buddy," replied Gary, rising to his feet. He pulled Paul back toward the bench, reached under his towel, and pulled out a small plastic tube. He winked. "I came prepared." Gary squeezed out some lube and quickly applied it to his hard-on. Then he sat on the bench with his legs spread, his erection glistening. He motioned to Paul. "Come here and sit on this baby." "Sure thing." Paul put a hand on his friend's shoulder. He straddled Gary's body, took the cock with his other hand and guided it toward his waiting hole. He pressed the hard flesh against the opening and felt himself beginning to yield. In a moment he gasped as the flaring head pushed past his sphincter and his hole closed behind it. This moment always hurt but he knew he could take it. Sure enough, in a moment the rest of Gary's dick began to slide into him without any trouble. He bent his knees further until he was sitting in his partner's lap, Gary's entire cock inside him. Paul closed his eyes and savored the moment, pressing down with his body to get it in as far as he could. His partner let out a grunt of pleasure. Paul began to ride Gary's cock, tightening his ass muscles to give maximum friction as he slid up and down on the greased pole of flesh. With his free hand he pulled on his own stiff prick. "Oh yeah," said Gary. "Ride that cock, man...feels so good.". He thrust upward with his body in reaction to Paul's movements. In a moment Gary said, "Lay back on the bench, man." Paul leaned backward, supported by his partner's arm, until his back was on the wood. He raised his legs in the air and brought them down on Gary's shoulders. He looked into the dark eyes of this stud who had conquered him and smiled his encouragement. In response, Gary leaned down and put his mouth to his. The kiss inflamed their passion. Grasping Paul's ankles, Gary began driving his cock into Paul's rectum. Paul jacked his own rod furiously. He knew he couldn't last much longer. "Gonna shoot my load, man," he grunted. "Go ahead," replied Gary, increasing the pace of his thrusts. "I'll come with you. Oh yeah...gonna shoot my hot cum in your ass...oh...oh..." His speech turned into wordless shouts as Paul felt the dick inside him begin to throb, emptying its fiery liquid into his gut. He groaned in delight as his asshole convulsively grasped the cock inside him and his own cock expelled hot jets across his heaving chest and stomach. For long moments, the two men let their bodies stay joined. The intensity of the shared climax left them both gasping. Finally Gary sighed and began pulling out gently. It seemed to take forever. Paul chuckled. "What's so funny?" asked Gary. "Feels like it's a mile long coming out." "Not as long as it was a second ago." "God!" Paul moaned as Gary's cock finally popped out and his asshole closed behind it. Their mouths met again in another, gentler kiss. Gary smiled. "You're OK." "I bet you don't get many complaints yourself. How come I've never run into you before?" "Well," said Gary, "I didn't hang around here much because I never saw anything going on. Then, one afternoon I was showering late, like today, and this cute guy in the shower starts giving me the eye. Turns out he's the maintenance man. We had a hot little scene back here. So then I started cruising a little more seriously. I've had my share of hot times, but you're the best by far." "Wait a minute," Paul said. "What was this guy's name?" "Only found out his first name--Dan. Kind of short, real muscular, has a buzz cut." "Oh, yeah," Paul laughed. " I've had a few good scenes with him myself up in a john on the fifth floor." A glint appeared in Gary's eye. "Be hot to have a three-way with him sometime." Paul nodded. "Sure would." He stood. "Guess we should get cleaned up." He gave Gary's cock a squeeze. "Thanks. That was great." Gary grinned. "Any time, man." Paul took his towel and headed for the door to the main locker room. When he opened the door the shower was going again. He turned to Gary, who was just behind him. "Sounds like we have company." They walked quietly toward the shower and stepped into the outer area. Clothes and a towel hung on one of the hooks. The unknown man was using a shower off to one side. Gary spoke behind him. "That could be Dan's stuff. He sometimes cleans up here." Paul raised his eyebrows. "Let's check it out." He tiptoed to the shower room entrance and stuck his head in. It was Dan. The blond custodian's back was to him as he finished rinsing off. Paul feasted his eyes on the muscular back and tight ass. At that moment Dan turned and caught sight of him. His body jerked in surprise, then relaxed as he recognized Paul. "Jesus, you scared me, man," he shouted over the rushing water. "Why'd you sneak up like that?" Paul went up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry." He smiled into Dan's eyes. "I was enjoying the view." Dan smiled back as he shut off the water. "Just got off work. I was changing some ceiling lights, got pretty dusty. I didn't think anyone was going to be here since it was so late. I locked the door." He grasped Paul's stiffening cock. "So we're safe." Paul reached out and pinched one's of Dan's nipples. "Mm, nice. Just the three of us." "Three of us?" "That's right," Gary said, stepping into the shower. His cock was rising semi-hard between his legs. "We were just talking about how great it would be if you came by. So you're off now?" "Gary," Dan said, grinning. "Yeah, just got off." He snickered. "Well, off work, I mean." "Come on in the back room. Leave your clothes, you won't be needing them." When the door closed behind them Gary turned to Dan, his eyes shining. "Let's party," he said. Gary took the towel he had been holding and started to dry the blond custodian's wet body. As he toweled off Dan's head Gary put his lips on the other man's mouth. He quickly worked his way down the hard body with both towel and tongue until he got to Dan's cock. In a flash the rod was in his mouth. Meanwhile, Paul had knelt behind Dan. He parted his asscheeks and found the small puckered hole. In a moment Paul's mouth and tongue were devouring the prize while his hand beat on his own stiff dick. "Fuck me Paul," Dan gasped. Paul found Gary's lube and quickly rubbed some on his prick. He got behind Dan and in a moment was inside him, closing his eyes in pleasure as his shaft was surrounded by hot smooth flesh. He began to thrust slowly in and out. Dan threw his head back against Paul's shoulder in ecstasy. "Damn that's fine!" he whispered. "Fuck yeah," Gary murmured, pulling on his rod as he watched Paul plow Dan. After a while he turned and straddled the nearby bench. "Who wants to shove their cock up my ass?" Paul whispered to Dan, "You first. I'll pull out." He kept playing with his dick, keeping it hard, as he watched the maintenance man take Gary's ass from behind. Paul moved so he could see the custodian's long straight shaft sliding in and out of Gary's hole. His dark-haired friend's eyes were closed and his mouth open as Dan's dangling balls slapped against him with every hard thrust. "Take it, Gary," Dan cried. Gary grunted as the assault behind him continued. He opened his eyes and caught Paul's lustful gaze. He grinned, opening his mouth and wagging his tongue. Paul took the hint and shoved his cock down Gary's throat. He looked up and saw Dan's eager face in front of him. In another moment Paul's and the custodian's tongues were tangling together. When they broke apart, Paul whispered, "Let me have him." Dan grinned and nodded. "Hey," he said to Gary. "Turn around and suck me." "Sure." Gary leered as he eased himself off Dan's cock and turned around, offering his ass to a new invader. Paul's cock grew even harder at the sight of those buns ready for the taking. In a second his face was between them while Gary licked the cock clean that had just been up his hole. When he was through Dan climbed onto the bench and got under Gary. They kept up their mutual sucking as Paul finished rimming Gary and slammed his erection into the stretched-out hole. As he got his rhythm going, rod sliding in and out like a piston, he felt Dan's hands parting his legs and the custodian's head sliding back between them. Dan's mouth was aiming for Paul's asshole. In a moment it had reached its target. "Damn," Dan said. "He fucked you already. I can taste the cum leaking out of your hole. Fucking hot." Paul reached in front of Gary's body, pinching and squeezing the hard nipples he found, bringing another moan of ecstasy. "Oh God, stop, I'm going to cum." "Don't you want to?" "Not yet," Gary replied, working Dan's prick with his hand. "I don't want to waste my load on the bench. I want it inside one of you." He eased himself out of the tangle of bodies and turned to watch Dan and Paul continue fucking. The custodian had flipped the blond jogger on his back on the bench. He pushed his cock into Paul's ass and grinned at Gary. "You greased him up good," he said. "Nature's best lube." Soon Paul was crying out at every massive thrust Dan delivered, his hand pumping furiously on his cock. Dan decided to finish Paul off and substituted his own hand. It only took a moment before Paul shouted "Oh God!" and shot, white liquid arcing upward for the second time that afternoon, hitting Dan's face and splashing over Paul's tight chest and stomach. Dan took as much as he could in his mouth before feeding Paul his own load. Finally he raised his cum-spattered face toward Gary and grinned. "One down, two to go. You've got to be in on the finish, man." "You know how I want to finish it." In reply Dan pulled out of Paul's spent body, stood, turned his back to Gary and bent over, pulling his cheeks apart with his hands. "Come and get it." In an instant Gary was in him, and Dan put his hands against a nearby locker to brace himself against the onslaught. Gary began to gasp as he rushed toward orgasm. At that moment Dan was totally surprised to feel his own cock engulfed by Paul's hot mouth. That sent him over the edge, and crying out hoarsely, the custodian shot his long-delayed load into the eager throat as Gary, matching him shout for shout, emptied his second load of the afternoon simultaneously into Dan's bowel. Paul released Dan's cock and quickly rose to his feet. He planted a kiss on Dan's lips, giving him back part of his load. Then he reached over Dan's shoulder and pulled Gary's mouth to his own, sharing the rest of the cum. Reaching around Dan's trembling body, he put his hands on Gary's buns, still flexing slowly as his thrusts gradually slowed and stopped. His head fell onto Dan's shoulder. One Afternoon at the Gym They stood, chests heaving. The locker room was filled with the stink of their sweat and sperm. Three cocks had shot their loads. Three male mouths had been filled with cum, and two asses. Finally Paul stirred and raised his head. "Guys, that was absolutely fantastic," he said. "I'll drink to that--cum, that is," he heard Gary reply. "Hey guys, I have an idea," Dan said. "Let's do this again next week, okay?" Paul chuckled. He put his arms around his two friends still joined. "It's a deal. We owe Gary a load up his ass." END One Afternoon in Spring Ch. 01 The sun laid a blanket of light across Tom’s 4-poster bed. It was late morning on Friday, and the blanket of warmth would remain for several hours yet…well into the afternoon. Denise flopped herself down with her arms out, in the middle of the bed. She loved being there on Tom’s bed. She managed to escape there for at least one afternoon every week. Today was that day! Denise had her own key and had let herself in. Tom would be home anytime now. Denise’s heart pounded in anticipation. Within minutes, Tom was in the bedroom and had shed his tie and loosened his shirt buttons. “My darling!” he whispered. “I had almost forgotten how lovely you are.” He lay down beside Denise, took both of her hands in one of his larger ones and held them high above her head. His other hand sought and quickly undid the buttons of her silk blouse. Denise was not wearing a bra today and as her blouse opened; her pink tipped breasts tumbled out in full view. Tom showered kisses on every inch of exposed flesh. Denise moaned. “Kiss me! Let me taste your kisses.” “Now, now…! Not yet, my baby!” Tom whispered as he released her from his hold and got to his feet. Denise watched Tom’s every move. He removed his shirt and tossed it into the laundry hamper. She loved watching him. He did everything with such precision. She weakened at the sight of his chest. The broad expanse of curly hair that covered him until it reached one thin line that went all the way down…. Denise felt desire rush through her limbs. Tom pulled off his pants and socks. He folded the socks together and they followed the shirt into the hamper. He folded his pants and hung them on the hanger. He quickly shed his jockey briefs as well. Denise never took her eyes off him. When he was naked, she urged him to her, but he donned a pair of denim shorts. “Oh, my baby!” Denise groaned. “Come here with me. I have missed you so much.” “Patience, my lover! Here, let me look at you.” Denise’s blouse was still open and her bare breasts were thrust high. Her arms were still high over her head as Tom had left them. Her skirt had ridden up and her nylon, clad legs were enticing her to him. Tom felt the familiar stirring in his groin. “Undress for me, please?” Tom walked over to the stereo and put on some music. The room quickly filled with the strains of Genesis’ Ripples… He pulled Denise to her feet and encouraged her to take off her clothing. In spite of his obvious ability to restrain himself, he was anxious to see her nakedness. She turned him on so much… like no other had before. Denise wanted to play. She pulled of her blouse and her full breasts swayed as she moved. She moved away from Tom ever so quickly, and forgetting for the moment that he had wanted her to strip for him, they tumbled onto the bed. As Denise’s arms again went over her head, Tom was ready. He pulled two soft ropes from under his pillow and even before Denise could react, he had each wrist secured to a post. Her breasts heaved. Her nipples were taut… “What are you doing?” Denise’s playfulness quickly turned to panic as she struggled against the bonds that held her. Tom kissed her fears away. “Let me love you sweetie as you have never been loved before…. Give in to the experience, my baby. It will be so good… I promise!” Tom’s hands quickly went up under Denise’s skirt and carefully removed her hose and panties. He placed a full cushion underneath her buttocks. His hands massaged her legs as he also secured a rope around each struggling ankle and tied them to the posts. “Let me up, Tom! Fun is fun! I am not comfortable with this, at all.” Denise’s voice was pleading. Tom was right there to reassure her. “I promise you that I will not hurt you…. Have I ever hurt you? You can trust me…” He glanced at her as she lay on the bed, completely spread-eagled before him; her skirt had ridden up around her waist. Her hips were moving, trying to close her legs. She was totally exposed to him. He savored the look of her slim hips, her pubic covered mound. He was pleased. So would she be... She just didn’t know it yet. Denise continued to struggle. Her skirt was twisting all about her. Tom’s hands looked for the buttons of her wrap-around skirt and in seconds, it too was gone! Ohhh! She was naked! It was much easier than he had ever imagined. “You are indeed lovely, my Pet! You are my special lover.” He got up and walked out of the room and left Denise to her thoughts. Denise was showing signs of panic. This was not how she had planned the afternoon. She and Tom had been lovers for a several months and she had always felt in control. She found herself in a helpless situation. What did he intend to do? She didn’t have long to wait. He came back into the room and he was carrying a tray with a wineglass and a bottle of wine. He poured a glass and took a sip. He placed his arm beneath Denise’s head and lifted her up. He put the wine to her lips. “Here, drink this. It will help you relax.” Denise was unable to help herself. The wine trickled down her throat. “Are you frightened of me? There is no need. I want you to feel all the pleasure you possibly can.” At 21 years of age, Denise cursed herself for getting involved with a man 13 years older than she was. She was definitely out of her league. Tom lit a cigarette. As the curls of smoke reached Denise’s nostrils, she could tell that it was not an average cigarette. It was hashish.. She had tried it once before. She became a little scared. Nobody knew where she was. She was completely at Tom’s mercy. She had fancied herself in love with him. She didn’t know him at all!! Tom came and sat besides Denise. He inhaled a draw of his joint and then he cupped his hands around Denise’s nose and mouth and blew softly into her nostrils. He kept his hands closed until she was forced to suck in her breath. The smoke was potent… He did it 3 or 4 more times. “Here, Baby! Have a sip of wine.” He could see that the smoke was having an effect. It was almost time. “Denise… Look at me sweetheart! Look at me! I promise you can trust me. I won’t hurt you… I promise.” Again, Tom left Denise to collect her now, muddled thoughts. She felt warmed by the sun yet she also felt cool. All she wanted was Tom to love her for a little while. Her heart was beating frantically. Her mind was filled with bright colors as the sun danced across her body. Tom returned, and he had something in his hands. Denise couldn’t see what it was. He moved the cushion beneath her bottom to make sure she was at ease and then he began to lather her pubic mound with gel. It was hot! “Oh Tom, please don’t…please!” Denise struggled again with renewed strength. Tom waited until she subsided and he started in. In adept strokes, he shaved away all her pubic hair… carefully ensuring the smoothness of her lips. Denise was scared to move so it made the job much easier. When he was done, Denise’s private parts resembled that of a young girl’s. Denise started to cry. “Please don’t cry my sweetheart… please! I just want to make you so happy.” He lit another cigarette and again administered the smoke filled pleasures to Denise’s brain. He left her briefly this time. “Let me go Tom! You’ll be sorry!” Denise’s protests were feeble. Tom touched her fully erect nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. He sucked one between his lips. He watched Denise’s reaction. She was trembling. He placed himself between her legs and blew soft cool air onto her pussy lips. With no hair, they parted so easily. Tom placed a kiss right on the hood of her clitoris and sucked her pussy lips, as well as the clitoris into his mouth. He felt her hips jerk. The afternoon was just beginning. He smiled to himself. Tom took Denise’s string of pearls and undid the clasp. He placed the beads in a little pile between her legs. He placed the beads on top of her clit and pressed her lips together around the beads. Then he pulled … ever so softly. Each pearl bumped her clit... One after the other… Bump! Bump! Bump! Denise shuddered as Tom pulled the string of bead completely through her lips. He reached down and licked where the pearls had touched. “Oohhh!!!” Denise moaned. Tom could see the sun shining directly on her pussy. “You should see what I see, Baby! Your pussy lips are pouting. I can see them contracting. I imagine how my cock would feel in there right now.” He licked some more… The smoothness of her shorn pussy lips made the assault a pleasurable one. Tom’s tongue darted in between her lips and around her clitoris. He started to suck the entire area into his mouth. His licking was direct and within a very short time, Tom could feel the tenseness building in Denise’s body. At the moment that he saw her tummy contract…. He pulled away. “Oohhhh! Tom! Don’t!” Denise’s cry was for release. “Not yet my sweetie….not yet!” Tom soothed Denise’s face and lips with kisses, and he reached back down and blew cool air onto her pussy… careful to avoid sending her to orgasm. As soon as the feeling subsided, he licked her again. This time he nibbled on her lips and clit. Denise thrashed about … only able to move a little. She was quiet… He watched her reaction… she was trying to fool him… She was close to orgasm. He stopped immediately. “Think you can trick me don’t you? I know your body so well. I want to tease you until the sun goes down.” He cupped her little round bum in his large hands and placed wet smacking kisses on her pussy. She shuddered. He stopped. “Poor Baby... come on… talk to me.” Tom said. Denise was breathless. “Please Tom. Please let me up. Please. You are driving me crazy!” Tom stopped her tirade with kisses on her mouth. He stood up and rubbed the head of his penis back and forth on her moist mouth and lips. He pulled the pearl beads between her pussy lips again. He could see her strain to reach that plateau of pleasure… but Tom kept it just out of her reach. He could see the perspiration beading on her forehead as he teased her. She was so close to reaching orgasm, but he couldn’t bring himself to let her cum. He would let her rest for a little while. The afternoon was still young…. One Afternoon in Spring Ch. 02 Denise opened her eyes and looked around. She was alone in the room. She was still tied to the four posters on Tom’s bed. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything so much, as she wanted Tom to unleash the passion that he continued to build up inside her. Tom knew what he was doing. He knew exactly when his next touch or lick would send her over the edge into total sexual pleasure. He made sure he stopped short every single time. Those times that he brought her just a little too close, he would get up and leave her and allow the passion to subside. Tom teased her unmercifully. “I bet if I untied your hands now, they would go straight to your pussy. Would you like me to untie you, Denny? Do you want to cum? Just a little bit more time, my Baby… Just a little longer.” Denise wasn’t sure how much more she could stand. Tom had been gone now for a nice while. She could see the clock when she turned her head. It was quarter to four. She had to leave by seven o’clock. Her mind started spinning! Why didn’t he come back? How much longer would he leave her in this exposed position? In desperation, she called out. “Tom….! Tom-mmy…!! Ple-easse.. Tommy! Tommy appeared in the open doorway. “You are ready for more, my Little Lover…? Tell me… Tell me what you want….” “Please, Tommy… please?” Denise’s eyes pleaded with her captor. “Please….? No problem… that would be my pleasure.” Tom licked him fingers noisily, and traced a moist pathway from the very wet opening of Denise’s pussy, between her lips, right up to the fleshy nub that was her clitoris. He placed his fingers back in his mouth, making little sucking, kissing sounds, as he licked Denise’s juices off his fingers. “You taste soo-oo yummy…! I want more….!” Denise wasn’t sure she would be able to keep from cumming… no matter what. She was so ready. Tom had taken back at least four orgasms. As much as she wanted to be free of her restraints, she so wanted those warm waves of release. “I think we should take a snapshot for our album.” Denise struggled, yet again. The soft ropes tightened around her wrists. Each time her arms relaxed so did the tightening. She stopped struggling. She was beat. Tom’s fingers probed Denise’s wet warm pussy. “Let’s see….hmmmm!” Tom withdrew his fingers and again licked them individually. He gently pulled back the fleshy hood of her clitoris, exposing the glistening pink organ, and he licked rapidly. “Ohhh… my Baby… doesn’t that feel good?” He watched her face as he licked. “Nice, isn’t it? Look at me! Look…!” Denise felt the approach of that glorious warmth… “Look at me, Denny…Babee! Look in my eyes. He sat up and reached for the camera. Flash! The pinpoint of color from the flash remained in Denise’s vision, as she thrust her hips forward… again and again. “Please Tommy… don’t…. please don’t… I can’t stand it!” “Ohhhh… my sweet Baby… do you wanna cum now?” Denise nodded, “Yes… ohh yess!” “I can’t…. Sweetie!” Tom’s voice gently teased her. “ I want this to be the BEST ever. I won’t tease you for much longer. I love you…. But I can’t stop yet… He kissed her forehead, her nose, her mouth and his lips sought out Denise’s nipples. He pushed her breasts together and sucked each nipple, in turn… back and forth… back and forth. Tom could feel as Denise pressed her hips against his arm. Flash! Tom snapped the camera again and again. Denise’s head fell back on the pillow in exasperation. This had gone on long enough! “Stop…NOW! LET ME UP! I hate you for this!” Tom silenced her protests with a devouring kiss. “I love you, Denny…. I love you!” He slid down the length of her body, until he was again between her legs. His fingers and tongue competed for the most tantalizing and teasing touch. His fingers slipped between the cheeks of her bottom. All the pussy juices that flowed from her pussy had trickled to her ass and Tom’s middle finger inserted the opening. “Oh my God, Tom! Don’t! Please…!” Denise’s hips moved from side to side trying desperately to get away from Tom’s hands.” Tom’s slippery finger pushed a little farther in, and at the same time, he licked between her pussy lips. “My cock is so hard! I can’t wait to feel your tight bum against me.” Denise banged her hips against Tom’s face. “TOM! STOP! I mean it!!” Denise was now afraid. “Tom…..!” Tom’s finger probed deeper still. “Stop!! You promised! You promised you wouldn’t hurt me… STOP… I… I… stop!! Denise was starting to become hysterical. Tom focused on her fright immediately. He quickly and gently, withdrew his finger. He quickly undid the ropes that secured her wrists. He cradled her into his big arms. “Oh my Baby…I’m so sorry! I went too far… I’m sorry.” Tom rocked her back and forth. “I love you… Shhh-hhh!! I’m so sorry!!” He held her in his arms and he kissed her lips, eyes and cheeks. His kisses became more demanding, and Denise, her hands now free, responded to him. “Wait…!” Tom reached down and released Denise’s ankles from their restraints. Denise quickly rolled over and knelt up on the bed. She pushed Tom back unto the pillow and began kissing his neck and chest. Hmm-mmm! How he excited her. Tom’s erect penis nudged Denise’s side. She leaned down and licked from the base of his penis, along the shaft, right to the head, and then she sunk her lips down over Tom’s hard cock. Her tongue never stopped licking all the while. Tom lifted Denise’s head and shoulders to where he could kiss her on the mouth. He encouraged her to swing her leg over until she was straddling him He placed his hands underneath her ass and moved her bottom to where he could reach here love lips. They were swollen and here clitoris was rigid… a mini hard-on! He assured her wetness. He lifted her ass and urged her to sink her pussy lips down over hip hard cock… After several sliding in and out movements, Tom pushed his cock entirely into Denise’s body. As she gasped.. Tom laughed out loud. “Ride me, Baby! Fuck me!” He pushed his face between Denise’s full breasts and coaxed her in a whispering voice, to slide up and down on his cock. Denise was breathing harder and harder…almost panting. The perspiration formed a shiny sheath on her face and chest. She rode Tom as hard as she could. She started her ascent as she climbed increasingly nearer that place that had been withheld from her too many times to count. Just as Denise felt, and heard the blood rushing to her head and ears, in one swift movement, Tom pulled her away from that precious place and placed her on her back. Before she could cry out in protest, Tom held her bum in his hands and he found her hardened clitoris with his tongue and lips. “Oohhh!!” Denise’s breath escaped her and she was incapable of breathing as spasm after spasm shook her body. Flash! The camera. Tom watched as her orgasm took over. Her tummy contracted again and again. The tears seeped from the corners of her eyes. Tom continued to gently lick her sweet tasting pussy, until her chest stopped heaving and she breathing returned to normal. “I love you, Denise… I love you so much, my Baby. I am not complete without your love. Please stay with me. One Afternoon In The Country Paterson trained the gun firmly on her as she did as she was told. She tied her husband's wrists behind his back, then bound his ankles together, then knotted the two ropes together, leaving him virtually immobile on the bed in his striped pyjamas. Paterson had a minor twinge of conscience - after all, he must be nearer seventy than sixty, and lame, to boot - but, he had been a soldier all his life and, even in the British Army, you don't make brigadier just by going to the right school or joining the right clubs. Paterson also noted that his wife, Anthea, had been so anxious to avoid enraging Paterson that she had tied the twine too tight and, already, the bound man's hands and feet were turning white from loss of blood flow. Paterson motioned to the wife to sit down on a cane chair on the other side of the bed. Then keeping an eye on her, he laid the Mauser down within easy reach, and loosened the bonds slightly. Her hand flew to her mouth when she realised what she had done, and tears sparked her eyelids. Paterson carried out a final check on the knots, and on the gag, then turned to the woman and said - "Right! Get dressed and come downstairs and make me some breakfast!" She stood up, then hesitated, looking at Paterson, clearly waiting for him to leave the room. "Oh, come on!" he sneered, casting a totally jaundiced eye at her grey hair and shapeless nightdress. "I'm not leaving you to cut the old guy free - even at the price of your modesty!" She looked him straight in the eye, then, gathering a few clothes from the wardrobe and a bedside table, marched defiantly into the ensuite bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her. Paterson shrugged and sat heavily on the bed. Suddenly, the adrenalin of the last forty-eight hours just drained away, and all he wanted to do was sleep. But he had to stay alert until the car arrived at four o'clock. Perhaps he could tie the wife up later, as well, once she had fielded any phone calls and visitors to the remote cottage, and get a couple of hours sleep. Meanwhile, he kept an eye on the frosted glass door of the bathroom, through which he could make out the vague shape of the woman as she washed hastily and struggled into a jersey and slacks. Nevertheless, his eyes were heavy when she emerged in less than five minutes, and he heaved himself off the bed and followed her downstairs... The clock was striking half-past one as Paterson pushed away his empty coffee-cup. Anthea jumped to her feet and, putting it in the dishwasher along with the rest of the breakfast and lunch dishes, switched the machine on. Paterson had to admit that, although she clearly wasn't doing it out of love, she couldn't have looked after him better if he'd been an honoured guest. From the bacon and eggs for breakfast to the delicious steak for lunch, Paterson had eaten better, almost, than he could ever remember. She had dealt with three telephone calls about the previous night's dinner party, as well as the postman, and a passing hiker, who was lost. Paterson hadn't let her visit her husband, upstairs in the bedroom, but had gone up twice, himself - on the clear understanding that any foolishness from the woman would visit its consequences on the helpless bound figure on the bed. He chuckled to himself at the obvious effectiveness of this threat. She was really anxious to please. Hell, if she was a bit younger, and he wasn't so shagged out, who knows....? He stood up and looked across at her. She met his gaze, coolly but not defiantly. He jerked his head ceilingwards and raised a warning eyebrow. She nodded, saying nothing, and he left the kitchen and climbed the stairs. The old man was sleeping, and Paterson, in a rare moment of generosity, drew a loose cover over his bound form. A photograph on the bedside table caught his eye. It was clearly their wedding picture - he in dress uniform; she in startling white. He leaned over to read the date inscribed on the bottom - almost thirty years ago. He looked at the picture again. Maynard was obviously well into his thirties, but his wife looked barely out of her teens. Paterson felt a twinge of illogical envy, which he dismissed with irritation. Well, he wasn't enjoying a teenage bedmate now, Paterson thought, almost savagely, aware that his annoyance was caused by his own chronic failure to maintain two marriages and at least half a dozen promising relationships. Maybe, at getting on for seventy, Maynard still saw his fifty-year old wife as a piece of young meat, thought Paterson as he descended the stairs. He pretended to try to remember the last time he had had a woman, but he was only too well aware that it was all of three months - a Filipino nightclub hostess; a lithe light-brown girl who had given him precisely one hour for his thirty dollars - and a week of worry and incessant self-checks after he had sobered up... He re-entered the kitchen. The woman hadn't moved. She looked up at him enquiringly, and he nodded, curtly. "He's O.K.," he said. "Asleep. I want a decent chair - an armchair." Wordlessly, she rose and led the way through the hall to a comfortable room at the front. A coal fire burned between two deep armchairs and Paterson sank into one, motioning her to sit opposite. "I saw your wedding picture upstairs," he said, after a few minutes' silence. "Your husband's older than you." "Yes," she replied. "Almost sixteen years." "Oh?" said Paterson. "And how old is he now?" A ghost of a smile flitted over her face, and disappeared. "Sixty-eight", she answered, curtly. Silence fell again. Paterson stared into the fire. That made her fifty-two, he thought, absently. He thought she probably didn't look it but, since he'd never had a woman older than thirty, he wouldn't know. Anyway, the jersey and slacks she was wearing gave no clue to what her figure was like, except that she clearly wasn't fat. The realisation that he was becoming curious about what she looked like out of her clothes grew very slowly on Paterson and, when it did impinge, at last, at the front of his mind, he immediately picked up a day-old copy of the Times and started leafing through it. Anthea relaxed, just a little. For a moment, she had been just a little worried. The intruder had seemed to be glancing at her a little speculatively, and she had become very sensitive to such signals after thirty years as an Army wife - and a faithful one. She let her head fall back against a cushion and closed her eyes. For the third time, Paterson tried to digest the political leader in the newspaper, but his eyes continually flickered over the top of the broadsheet towards the woman. Jesus H Christ, he thought to himself, you've committed four killings in three days, one act of arson, plus whatever what you're doing in this cottage is called in English law. You're waiting for an aeroplane to arrive to help you make a bolt for it, and here you are, wondering if you can get laid by some fifty-year old dame! Then his mouth dried as he realised there was really no 'if' about it. He was in complete control here - she would do as he said. All he had to do was threaten her husband. His testicles tightened and the paper shook a little in his tightened fingers. The novelty of the idea astonished him - surely he had been in this situation before? Well, of course, there had been a few times in 'Nam, when the platoon had 'liberated' a village in the jungle and claimed their just rewards, selecting the pick of the young women and taking them off into the bushes, but, somehow, that was different... He looked over the top of the newspaper again. Her eyes opened, sensing his scrutiny, and met his. They were clear, grey and set wide apart on high cheekbones. They seemed slightly slanted, giving her a feline look. Paterson studied her face. Her mouth was not large, but her lips were full, under a short, straight nose and over a small, but determined chin. Unconsciously, his tongue passed over dry lips as he visualised her mouth surrendering to his, the soft pressure of her breasts against him as her body arched under his. Hell, he thought to himself, a woman's a woman. They don't lose their essentials as they get older, and this one's not old, anyway! Look at some of these film stars, still looking good up to their sixties. Anyway, the whole point is - if you want to know what she's like, there's nothing to stop you having a look. If you don't like what you see, you don't have to pretend, to make her feel better. He chuckled to himself at the irony - him not liking what he saw would undoubtedly be the right result for her! His penis stiffening in his trousers, he abruptly made up his mind. "Stand up!" he grunted, laying down the newspaper. Her eyes widened, but she did as she was told, standing in front of the chair, hands by her sides. Paterson appraised her for a few seconds, then took a deep breath. "Take off your sweater!" he said, in as deadpan a voice as he could muster. The woman closed her eyes and exhaled, despairingly. "No! Please!" she whispered, opening her eyes again and staring into Paterson's. Paterson felt a surge of power, and an excitement he hadn't had for ten years. A surge of energy raced through his loins and his penis was suddenly, massively, fully erect. "Take it off!" he growled. His voice almost shook with excitement. She opened her mouth to speak, then shook her head, helplessly. Then - "No!" she blurted out. "I'll feed you, look after you, get you away safely, but you can't - not this! It isn't fair!" "Do it," insisted Paterson, "or I'll pay a visit upstairs... " Two large tears dropped on her cheeks and her shoulders drooped. She started to turn her back on him, but he rapped - "Stay there!" while, at the same time, a sensation of triumph assailed him. She was going to do it! Oh, she was going to argue about how, and why, but, at bottom, she would do it, to keep her man safe. He hoped. For, deep down, Paterson knew that it wasn't in him to physically force her. Some Calvinistic streak in his background recoiled from physical violence against women - but coercion, making them bend to your will because of some non-physical threat, that was different. He forced himself to continue sitting in the armchair, his eyes never leaving the woman as a myriad emotions chased themselves across her face. The two initial tears had become a flood and her arms were crossed protectively over her chest, her shoulders hunched, legs pressed tightly together in the shapeless slacks. "I won't tell you again," Paterson said, quietly, his eyes flickering pointedly upwards. Up till now, her eyes had been staring in a mixture of pleading and baleful hatred into his, but now, with hopeless resignation, the woman forced her eyes ceilingwards and gathering her jersey at the bottom, in two hands, lifted it up, over her belly, over her brassiere, and clear of her shoulders. With a final tug, she dragged it over her hair and let it fall on the chair behind her. Paterson studied her, his tongue running round his dry lips. Her upper body was slim, in good condition, her stomach slightly concave, but not slack, her white lace brassiere well-filled, the flesh of her cleavage apparently firm and resilient. Paterson wanted to stand up, to look her over properly, but restrained himself. "Now the slacks," he murmured, and exulted in her automatic, almost immediate compliance. She undid a button at the waist, then a zip, and eased the trousers down over her hips. As she did so, she leant forward, and Paterson gazed greedily at the deep cleavage between her breasts. He could feel his penis erecting even more, and shifted his position in the chair. Her slacks lay beside her feet and she stood before him, wearing only bra and panties. Her panties were unexpectedly skimpy. White, but plain, they covered the woman's mons veneris, completely - but not the cheeks of her bottom, which jutted out, full and round, behind her. Paterson could just discern the slightest hint of a dark shadow beneath the opaque material of the panties and he swallowed, again, to drag some moisture into his arid mouth. She still didn't meet his eyes and she looked calm as she stared over his head, but he could see the whites of her knuckles as her fingers dug into her palms. Paterson was almost reluctant to issue his next command, savouring the excitement and power of watching the helpless woman standing in front of him with all but the last vestiges of her nakedness uncovered. He thought, with another thrill of excitement, that she had probably never stripped for another man, in a sexual context, before, and deep down, came the realisation - dim, and very deep within him - that, in the future, she might well look back on this afternoon, this experience, and derive, if not pleasure, then sexual excitement - perhaps intense sexual excitement - from it. "O.K." Paterson said, quietly, almost holding his breath. "Now take off your brassiere." Automatically, the woman lifted her hands behind her back, then she stopped. She looked, pleadingly, into his eyes, and the tears, which had stopped, brimmed again. "Please!" she whispered. "Please don't make me do this." Paterson simply stared up at her and, after a few seconds, she went on. "Please - no-one but my husband has... " Her voice trailed away, and her eyes lifted to the ceiling again, in misery. Paterson was exultant. The one thing that could make it better had occurred - the reassurance that this was no experienced adulteress, that this was almost as painful for her as if she had been an eighteen-year-old virgin. He wanted her to be shy, to be unsure about showing her body - otherwise there would be no achievement. If she had stripped off her clothes with condident élan, Paterson knew that his interest would have been perfunctory and, once physical curiosity, and lust, had been slaked, he would have felt a certain amount of self-loathing and contempt. But now, it was perfect! The woman's eyes, at last, dropped to his, with a final plea. On meeting his intractable stare, however, her eyes dropped away and her fingers fumbled with the rear fastening on her brassiere. As it finally gave, she held it in place for a futile moment or two, pathetically, then, shoulders drooping, dropped the garment down her arms to the floor. Her exposed breasts were just large enough to carry a hint of sag, but they were round and fairly firm, with dark brown knobbly nipples set in circles of dark aurolae. "Hey!" exclaimed Paterson, softly. "Hey! Very nice!" As he spoke, unable to contain himself any longer, he was levering himself out of his armchair. She trembled violently as he approached her and he murmured soothing noises at her, but, nevertheless, her hands reached up to automatically cover her exposed breasts Then Paterson reached out and held her thin wrists, easily pulling her hands away. Releasing them, he then touched her naked breasts, and she started, her teeth audibly chattering in fear. His thumbs rasped over her nipples, and she shuddered, closing her eyes, involuntarily. He laughed softly and closed his hands round her breasts, squeezing them gently, then releasing them, then squeezing them again. "Hey!" he breathed again. "Hey! Great tits, Anthea!" He used the semi-obscenity deliberately, experimentally, to gauge the effect on her. He was only guessing but he didn't think British brigadiers would use such words to describe the attributes of their womenfolk and, from her reaction, he guessed he was right. There was an automatic hiss of disgust from the woman, but then her face coloured and he could feel a distinct hardening of her nipple against his palm. "Yeah - really nice tits," he repeated and she stood silently, eyes downcast, as his hands explored their soft, yielding weight... "And now the panties," he breathed, stepping back to watch her. Her thumbs hooked round the elastic at her waist and she began to inch the flimsy garment down her thighs. Her dark pubic thatch began to appear almost as soon as they began their descent and Paterson watched, transfixed, as she bent forward to pull her panties down. Her breasts now dangled downwards and, seeing them in this position, Paterson hungered again to feel her dark erect nipples against his palms. The white panties transcended the woman's strong thighs, past her knees, then, finally, she lifted one foot after another and they joined her brassiere on the carpet. She straightened, an expression of defeated resignation on her face - but, still, her hand automatically crossed her belly to cover her pubic triangle. This time, however, Paterson made no move to uncover her, but walked, slowly, behind her as she stood in the middle of the room, shoulders bowed, both hands pushed between her thighs. Her bottom was every bit as sumptuous as he had surmised. Almost absent-mindedly, he wondered if it had anything to do with horse-riding. Twin moons jutted out from the small of her back, firmly, proudly, atop strong, undimpled thighs. Paterson thought about gripping them while she rode him from above and his breathing juddered, again. He returned to face her and, stopping in front of her, lifted her chin. Her eyes did not meet his, but, undramatically, she removed her hands and let her arms hang by her sides, leaving her body open and unprotected. Looking at her face, Paterson let his hand drift forward until it touched the skin of her upper thigh. As it made first contact, the woman started, but, otherwise, remained still. Paterson let his fingers roam lightly up her warm flesh until they made their first contact with the soft hair at the base of her belly, then he slid his index finger along the hair-line, in between her thighs. She remained motionless as his index finger slid along the lips of her vagina, but her flesh began to assume a lustrous glow and he continued teasing, caressing until he felt the tip of his finger becoming slippery. His other hand rose to stroke her breast. He felt her nipple grow against his palm and, at the same time, he felt her vagina lubricate sufficiently to allow his finger to enter. Sliding it in up to the second knuckle, he felt the burgeoning heat within her and he pulled his hand away from her breast and unzipped his trousers. There was a roaring in his ears and he could hold himself no longer. He slid his erect penis out of his trousers and closed his hand round it. "Turn round," he muttered, hoarsely, to the woman and, as she complied, he pushed her forward and downward until her hands rested on the arms of the chair she had been sitting on, and she was bent forward at the waist. Easing her feet apart, he placed his hands on the peached cheeks of her bottom and came up close behind her. He took his penis in his hand again and aimed it between her parted thighs until its tip met the wet warmth of her spread vulva. Then he bent over her back and, reaching down, filled his hands with her soft, pliant breasts, and then, and only then, thrust his penis into her. As its hard length invaded her, the woman emitted a gasp, which was almost a scream. Paterson withdrew almost completely, then rammed it back inside her again, his hands closing on her breasts almost convulsively. Then he established a rhythm, and each deep thrust was accompanied by a gasp of increasing intensity from the woman, as her breasts were squeezed and her vagina invaded with ever-increasing remorselessness. Anthea strove with ever-increasing futility to maintain a sense of outraged loathing as her body was callously violated. Despite herself, she found herself resenting each partial withdrawal of Paterson's erect penis and, involuntarily, found herself pushing her hips back towards him, to ensure it did not slip out completely. Then, as he drove the return thrust inside her, her accompanying gasp owed as much to sensual excitement as protest. Her breasts glowed as his questing fingers pressed and squeezed them and her erect nipples were almost unbearably sensitive. Her mouth was wide open, gasping for air and her eyes were closed. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair, knuckles white with tension. One Afternoon In The Country Paterson pulled out again and, taking a deep breath, held himself steady for an extra second, a mere half-inch of his erection inside her womb. Then, his breath gusting out of his body, he executed the final thrust, burying himself up to the root, his hands dropping from her breasts to her hip-bones, pulling her on to him with all his strength. This last invasion finally broke Anthea's self-control. The dam burst and, as she felt him swell inside her for the final time, her climax flooded through her. Flinging her hands behind her, she pulled him by the buttocks to lodge his penis inside her as wave after wave of sensation flooded through her. She could feel his body jerking violently as his seed ejaculated into her and his hot rasping breath seared her shoulder. Then it was over. Her arms fell forward, again, to support her on the armchair, and she could feel his penis detumesce inside her, until it flopped out between her legs, and he stepped back from her, releasing her buttocks, so that she dropped forward on her knees on the fireside rug. Despite the roaring coal fire, her body was now covered with a sheen of icy perspiration and her mind suffused with utter shame. Anthea's hands groped, blindly, for her discarded sweater and slacks, tears welling in her throat. Instead, she felt a handful of paper tissues being thrust into her hand and whirled her head round to see Paterson standing behind her. He grinned down at her, one eyebrow raised. "I... uh,... I could do with a bit of cleaning up," he said, quietly, his eyes dropping down his body, where, Anthea realised with shock and disgust, his soft penis was dangling from his trouser-fly, shiny and slimy. "God, no!" she exclaimed involuntarily, shuddering. "You can't expect me to..... " "Why not?" he asked, coolly. Then he grinned again, evilly, and added - "If you don't get a move on, you'll be licking it clean!" "At least, wait until I'm dressed," she demanded, with a flare of resistance and stared, uncomprehendingly, as he shook his head. "I like you better that way," he murmured. "It ain't cold. You can stay like that for a bit. Now, clean off my dick, then I think you can make me a cup of coffee!" Tears of humiliation pricking her eyelids, Anthea swallowed hard and wrapped the tissues round Paterson's drooping member, even more acutely conscious, now, of her nakedness. Trying to depersonalise the whole operation, she forced herself to think of it as just an unpleasant task to be got over with. When she removed the tissues, however, she was horrified to see that it had become half-hard again, but Paterson said nothing as he flopped back into his chair. She stood up, covering herself with her hands, and Paterson laughed as he tucked himself back inside his trousers, with some difficulty. "I needed that," he remarked, almost casually, then - "and so did you, from the sound of things!" Anthea's cheeks burned. This was the worst shame of all - to have allowed herself to come to a climax as this hateful animal rutted inside her. And now he thought that she had enjoyed it, that she was no better than the prostitutes and easy women he was accustomed to having his way with. And, in fact, was she? He was the only man, other than Hugo, to have made love to her - all the way. The act had undeniably been under duress, without her consent, but could she not have resisted more? She had made only a token protest before removing her clothing, hadn't she? And there was no denying that her body had reacted with pleasure and excitement to his hands playing on her breasts, even while her mind was screaming in outraged protest. Since the onset of Hugo's impotence, some five years ago, she thought she had adjusted to a life without penetrative sex - no longer needed it. True, as his impotent state worsened, Hugo turned to her less and less frequently when he turned the bedlight out - in fact, she was very well aware that their last mutual sexual contact had been more than six months ago. She was also guiltily aware that her solitary mid-afternoon masturbation sessions were as frequent as ever. Not that they were increasing in frequency - she certainly did not indulge more than once a week - but she was uncomfortably aware that her principal mental stimulus sprang from Hugo's oft-expressed jocular threat, in the early years of their marriage, to call in the guard at whichever camp they were stationed to "give her a good seeing-to". The idea had sprung from the Roman emperor, Caligula, and Hugo had seemed to find it stimulating, sometimes going into fairly graphic details of which individual soldiers would be summoned, and what a particular sergeant or corporal would be ordered to do to her - more often than not in front of a queue of other ranks, waiting to take their turn. As a young wife, she had tolerated this harmless fantasising, for Hugo's sake, since it seemed to increase his enjoyment, but, in later years, her solitary sessions of self-stimulation now encompassed mental pictures of herself in a variety of situations in which she was the helpless captive of groups of men with only one thing on their minds.... And now, the imagined having happened, here she was, naked and helpless, at the beck and call of a man who, three short hours before, she had not known to exist. Paterson's voice broke her train of thought. "I'll have that cup of coffee now," he said, a hint of impatience in his tone. Her hands still covering her breasts and belly, Anthea whispered - "Please let me dress. Please! You've done... what you wanted. Why must I...?" "Because I like you naked," he said, flatly. "You've got a great body and I enjoy looking at it. You've got nice firm tits, a good ass and a great bush." Anthea's face flamed again. Even Hugo didn't use words like that in front of her. To Hugo, "breasts" and "bottom" were the height of daring - what he would think if he could hear this man referring to her in such terms did not bear thinking about. Turning on her heel, she rushed into the kitchen, shutting the door behind her and, collapsing on a chair, she let her head fall on to her outstretched arms on the kitchen table, and wept in hopeless anguish. Suddenly, her breasts were gripped from behind, and squeezed. Anthea screamed and sat up as Paterson pulled her back towards him, his hands remaining on her breasts, toying with them. Bending forward, he nibbled her earlobe and whispered - "You'll have your husband wondering what's going on." "Let me go, then," she whispered back at him, savagely, squirming to free herself. "If you want your coffee!" she added, viciously. Paterson released her and looked her over, thoughtfully, as her hands automatically returned to cover herself as best she could. She went over to the kettle and filled it, awkwardly, still trying to cover herself. Paterson's tongue ran round his lips, then he said, a malicious grin playing round his mouth – "What's your husband's name?" "Hugo," she hissed. "He must be getting uncomfortable – I think it's time he came down and had a cup of coffee, too," said Paterson. Involuntarily, the woman covered herself as she whirled round to face him, and he laughed. "Yeah, OK," he said. "You can get dressed first." She ran from the room and he heard her go into the downstairs bathroom as he ascended the stairs. The man was awake, staring balefully at Paterson as he entered the bedroom. He was clearly in some pain, but just as clearly determined not to show it. Paterson crossed to the bed and untied the bonds round the man's ankles. "Now listen, old man," he said. "You're coming downstairs to have a cup of coffee. I'm leaving in just over an hour and, if you behave, I'll leave you both unharmed and capable of releasing yourselves – eventually. But one wrong move, and I'll do serious damage to both of you." As he spoke, he was rubbing the man's ankles, restoring the circulation, then he swung his feet to the floor. "OK," he said. "Stand up." With difficulty, the man struggled to his feet. Paterson was surprised by how tall he was, dwarfing Paterson's own five foot ten – even in his bare feet. He still had a full head of iron-grey hair, with piercing blue eyes and a long patrician nose, down which he looked at Paterson as if he was something the Brigadier had found on the sole of his shoe. Without waiting to be asked, he staggered a little, then strode towards the bedroom door and down the steep flight of stairs. Following behind, Paterson caught the trailing rope attached to his wrists and, as the brigadier made for the kitchen, Paterson jerked it and pulled him towards the dining-room. A polished oak table and six chairs stood in the centre of the room and Paterson pulled one of the end chairs from the table and pushed the man into it. He was in the process of tying his wrists to the arms of the chair, having already secured his ankles, when Anthea entered, carrying a tray. Paterson marvelled at those fucking Brits. The woman had had five minutes at most and here she was, fully dressed, freshly made up, hair combed, bringing in the coffee-tray as if the pastor had come to call. She put the tray down, then addressed her husband. "How are you, Hugo?" The man nodded, once, and she smiled thinly, then turned to pour the coffee. Paterson realised that this must be more than British reserve – there was a tension between those two. Still, it wasn't his problem. "Listen," he said. "I'm going to take his gag off – just to let him drink his coffee. No talking – right? You can talk all you like once I'm gone, but one word now and the gag goes back on. Understood?" He looked at the old man, who stared over his head as if he didn't exist. "Yes," whispered Anthea. "Yes." Paterson undid the gag, ready to whip it on again at the first word from the old man, but he stayed silent as his wife approached with the cup and held it to his lips. He drank in silence, but could not stifle the satisfied sigh as the hot liquid revived him. Paterson also drank, feeling unusually relaxed and peaceful. For a second, he wondered about his feeling of well-being, given that, an hour from now, he'd be back on the run, with the most dangerous part to come, then chuckled as he recalled the probable reason. He studied the woman as she bent over her husband, tipping the cup carefully so that he could drink. You'd never guess she looked so good, stripped, he thought, recalling her firm breasts and the surprisingly dark V between her strong thighs. He shifted uncomfortably on his chair. Maybe he'd get the old man upstairs again and... It was just then that the brigadier finished his coffee and, as his wife took the empty cup back to the tray, said, in a voice dripping with ice, "I'll see that you are caught and put away for a very long time, you slimy little man. I don't know what you've done, but..." But what he was going to say next remained his secret, as Paterson rammed the gag between his teeth and tied it tightly behind his head. Anthea gave a little scream and ran forward, but Paterson caught her wrist and held her away from her husband. Seeing that Paterson did not intend to visit further retribution on him, the woman relaxed and pulled her wrist away. But Paterson did not let go. She had put some scent on herself during her lightning visit to the bathroom and, as Paterson inhaled it, his groin tightened again. He pulled her wrist so that the woman was in front of him, facing her bound and gagged husband. Then his penis rapidly erecting, Paterson reached up with his free hand and deliberately squeezed one of the twin mounds at the front of her sweater. Instinctively, the woman struggled, but Paterson held her tightly and, leaning forward, whispered in her ear, "Now, you go along with it, baby, or he pays!" He pressed Anthea's hand against his burgeoning erection, behind her back. It was closed in a fist. "Open it up," he said, and slowly he felt her fingers uncurl and close lightly along the length of his tumescent penis. Paterson released his grip and gently eased her away from him so that he could look straight at his bound captive. At last, the man was meeting his eye and, for the first time, there was something in his expression other than pure disdain and defiance. Paterson grinned at him. "Well, I don't know about you, Hugo, but I'm in for a little treat before I go!" He pulled up a chair beside the man and sat down. "OK, Anthea," he said, quietly. "I think we'll have the slacks first – this time." Her eyes filled with mental agony, she looked at her husband, pleading forgiveness, then reached for the waistband of her slacks and undid the button at the top. "She's got a great ass, don't you think, Hugo?" Paterson said conversationally, as though they were two old chums, watching the show at a strip joint. Anthea's slacks slid down her thighs and she stepped out of the little pile they made on the carpet. Paterson motioned her to turn round and she acquiesced, woodenly. With her back to them, Paterson said – "Now we'll take in the beaver, I think – don't you agree, Hugo – old boy!" But his eyes were fixed on the woman. She hesitated, uncertainly, and Paterson laughed. "Oh, sorry – an Americanism! We'd like to inspect your pubic hair, my dear – panties off, please." A chill settled over Anthea's heart but, knowing resistance was impossible, she grasped the elastic of her panties and slowly eased them over her hips and down to her knees. Paterson stopped her. "Come over here," he ordered, and, awkwardly, her panties just above her knees, she came over and stood in front of the two men. Paterson leant forward and lifted the bottom of her sweater to reveal her belly. The woman's pubic hair was dense and brown, reaching, in a thick V, almost to her navel. "Part your legs a little, please," murmured Paterson and, head bowed, Anthea moved her ankles apart about eighteen inches. Paterson raised his hand and slowly caressed the inside of her right thigh, gradually inching his fingers upward until he could feel the ends of the long hairs trailing downwards from her pubes. Then his index finger touched her vaginal lip and, despite herself, she gasped and her head shot back so that she was now staring upward at the ceiling. Paterson ran his finger along the moist entry to her slit and, as he teased her clitoris to partial erection, he was rewarded by a series of involuntary shivers and intakes of breath. He slid his finger inside, up to the first knuckle. Her vagina was now more than moist and a trickle of discharge slithered down his finger. "She likes this, doesn't she, Hugo?" murmured Paterson. His cock was now straining painfully at the front of his trousers, but he forced himself not to hurry things. He had to show this old bastard who was boss here. "Show us your tits now, Anthea," he said loudly, ensuring his earthy language was heard, and working his finger slowly around the neck of her lubricated vagina. He watched as her hands gripped the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head. Then her back arched as she reached behind herself for the fastening of her brassiere. She gathered it and slid it forward, off her shoulders, and dropped it to the carpet. Paterson looked up. "Look at her nipples, Hugo," he said. "They're like stiff little fingers. Don't you want to touch them? I do!" He eased his finger out of Anthea's vagina and reached up with both hands. Sure enough, both nipples were rigid. He ran his finger-ends lightly over them, then, suddenly, closed his hands round her naked breasts and squeezed them. "Great tits, Anthea. Truly great tits!" Then he pulled downwards, gently, and the woman bent forward and slowly sank to her knees as Paterson held on to her breasts. But her face was turned to one side, towards her husband, with an expression of sheer amazement. Paterson looked at her, then at the silent man by his side. He laughed. The brigadier's cock was sticking up like a flagpole out of the front of his striped pyjama trousers. "Well, it's good to see you still turn him on, too, Anthea. I'll tell you what – if I get tired before I leave, I might let you give him a hand job, just to pass the time! But right now, it's time you did something for me." Her head whirling, Anthea reached for Paterson's zip and pulled it down. She hadn't seen Hugo like that for many years. She knew it wasn't the sight of her, naked, that had done that to him – it was seeing her being stripped and fondled by another man. It was the realisation of his fantasy – his own wife being subjected to the intimate caresses of a stranger's hands on her breasts and strange fingers invading her vagina. And now, as Paterson's engorged penis emerged from his trousers, she realised he was about to watch her take a strange man's cock – yes, she thought, that was the word –"cock" – into her mouth, to fasten her lips around it and run her tongue over its glans. And, even as she thought it, Paterson's hand took hold over her hair and pushed her head down. She opened her lips and, for the first time ever, felt the sensation of a throbbing penis against her tongue. The trickles of moisture emerging from it had a salty taste – not wholly unpleasant, she realised. Then, suddenly, she felt her head being jerked backwards as Paterson pushed her away and stood up, unbuckling his trousers so they fell to his feet, followed by his undershorts. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pushed Anthea back to the table. "Get up there and spread your legs," he said, roughly, pushing her backwards and lifting her at the same time. She felt her bottom touch the warm polished wood of the table, then Paterson was forcing her knees apart, splitting her wide open under his gaze. His head darted down and, with a shock, she felt his tongue lap urgently at her exposed slit, then his hands were gripping her breasts and he was over her, looking down. Then she felt the slamming invasion of his rock-hard penis, driving into her with a force and urgency that took her breath away. He withdrew, then drove into her again. She felt her nerve-ends tingle and a hot flush suffuse her entire body. In an effort to prevent him pulling out again, she crossed her ankles behind his driving buttocks and she began to moan repetitively, with increasing abandon, as all her sensations centred in the area between her legs and an unbearable tingle built up as he rode her remorselessly. Her arms were clamped round his shoulders, her heels digging into the back of his thighs, and suddenly a starburst exploded behind her eyes and a long animalistic scream burst forth from her lips as her entire body shuddered convulsively in a titanic orgasm. "Oh, you bastard!" she shouted. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Harder! In my cunt! In my cunt! Yes – right up my cunt – right up – harder, harder, harder! Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me – you baaaaaaaaaaaaaaastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Paterson's own climax happened somewhere in the middle, but went almost unnoticed as the woman writhed in ecstasy beneath him. Then, saturated in sweat, they collapsed together on top of the long table. For long minutes they lay, Paterson still on top of her, motionless, the only sound their harsh, laboured breathing. Then, suddenly, there was the urgent sound of a car horn. Paterson shook his head, then leapt to his feet. He looked frantically at the woman, then the man, then, pulling up his trousers, he grabbed his jacket and the small valise he had brought and dashed out of the front door. The door slammed behind him and, seconds later, the throaty growl of a high-powered engine faded into the distance. Only then did Anthea raise herself, slowly, on the dining-room table. Her skin was sticking to the wood surface, and she eased herself away gently and lowered herself to the floor. One Afternoon In The Country She turned and looked at her husband, making no attempt to cover her nakedness. There was sheen of sweat on his forehead. His erection had disappeared and his penis lay limp across his thigh. She walked, slowly, towards him, her hips and breasts swaying, and came to a stop in front of him. After a few seconds, she lifted her right hand to her left breast, and gently teased her nipple. "Well," she murmured, softly. "That's what it's like, Hugo. A man – a stranger – arrives. He makes me strip naked. He feels my tits – my naked tits. He plays with my nipples. He puts his fingers inside my cunt and plays with my clit. He makes me put his cock in my mouth and kiss it and suck it. And then he makes me open my legs and he puts his big hard cock inside my cunt and fucks me." As she spoke, she looked down at her husband's lap and she watched as his cock twitched and lengthened and became fully erect. As she recounted what Paterson had done, her own hand trailed down between her legs and stroked her clitoris. "Do you remember how you used to tell me what Sergeant MacDonald would do to me?" she continued, as she slowly straddled Hugo's lap. "Oh, how I wish you had made him do it. You know, I saw his cock once, under his kilt. It was a monster!" As she spoke, she was easing herself down on Hugo's erect member, feeling it filling her up again. "I'd love to have had that up my cunt, Hugo. You must start telling me these stories again – and it's not too late for some of them to come true, is it?" She was rocking back and forth on his cock, now, her hands loosening his gag, and the bonds at his wrists. His mouth shot forward and his teeth imprisoned a nipple as his hands grasped the cheeks of her bottom. His cock drove up into her. "There's a greenkeeper at the golf club," he muttered hoarsely. "Big chap – West Indian. Love to see his big black hands on your lily-white tits and his..." But the rest was lost as the dam burst and he flooded his eager wife's receptive cunt... One Afternoon To Remember Last July Hi, I want to share with you an experience that happened to me last summer. In this sunny afternoon, I walked for about fifteen minutes along the farm of my father to pick up some strawberries. I found lots of them and when both of my cans were full I stood up and as I was stretching myself I saw that my jeans were stained with many red spots, my hands were all smeared too but they smelled and tasted so good. With the ones that I had eated I was sure that I must have looked like a kid with all these red spots on my face but as I was all alone in this field nobody cared. To protect myself against the sun and the mosquitos I wore a long-sleeved shirt but now I was walking in an old deserted gravel road I wanted to take the most of this sunny day so I had just take off both my shirt and my jeans when I heard a car coming by. It appear on the top of the small hill coming very fast and with the soft gravel it began to slide from side to side for what seemed a lost of control. Fortunately the driver had the control of his car and for the first time I saw that the driver is a woman. The more this car was coming by my side the more I was interested by this nice looking woman. When she was close I saw that she is a mature woman perhaps in her middle fortieth. She stops her car and smiles at me very friendly. This woman asks me if the farm with an old barn was still far away. She tells me that she was born on this farm more than forty years ago and as she was in the area for her vacation she want to see it again. You will saw it just pass the curve. All the times we were talking this woman don't stopped to look at the two cans of strawberries that I was still holding in my hands. She thanks me for giving her information. As we said bye she leaves me with a smile but moment later she stopped the car in the middle of the curve. I watched her looking at me in her mirror. She must had changed her mind because after some hesitation she backed up to my side and without stopping the engine she asked me: How much for one of these strawberries can? No way I sold them. Madam you have just to go anywhere in the fields all around here to find lots by yourself. The woman opened her purse and showed me a ten US dollars bill. I let her know again that I was not interested to sold them especially for money but she was more insistant and she tells me that she want to make a deal. Very curious about this woman I want to know more about her, so I came closer. I put a hand on the door of her car and I take the times to have a better look at her. I must had do this earlier. She wears a very light summer dress with a deep cleavage that catch my attention at once and as the first three buttons were unbuttoned I saw instantly that she wears no bra. I take a deep breathe as I catch hers eyes watching me looking to her buxom bosom. So fascinated by this sexy woman I take the time to gave an eye to all her body. Her dress was hitched so up that I saw her beautiful legs nude to her thigh. I know that without her left hand witch was between her legs I had saw her panties. This woman turned me on instantaneously. I saw sparks in her eyes as I said that she look very sexy and she thanks me with a sensuous smile. Seeing that she was often looking to the strawberries I take a big one and bring it to her lips. The lady swallowed it in one gulp. I take a full hand and I put them one by one in her mouth as hers eyes don't stop to play games with mine. I found strange to meet a man who go to pick-up berries. Madam, I'm old enough to take care of myself. Let me tell you a few thinks. First, I like it that way. I'm the kind of guy who likes sometimes to be alone. I work week long with all kind of pushing. Sometimes I like to take a lonely walk in the field and I like especially went I have nothing to care about, like this afternoon. To tell you the true I have a little bit the spirit of a writer and this afternoon it was one of these days when I have an over-flow of inspiration. You bet that I have lots to write on. Madam, all the afternoon I fantasy a lot each times when I found strawberries as big as an erect nipple. The woman laugh and again I saw sparks in her eyes. I touch to each strawberries as if they were realy like a mature woman large nipple and with my fingers I play delicately with them before gently pressing them between my lips. What a filling it was? To tell you the true be sure that I was filling high as when I wake up after I had a wet dream. It make me almost came in my trousers. A few times I was a little bit uneasy as this woman catch me looking at her sexy body. So the lady want to see the old place, she remember only that the lake was at the edge of the farm. I don't care for the bad road. The sport car is my husband's jewel. To tell you the truth the bastard takes more time to shine it that he does to take care of me his wife. Right now I'm sure that he is sleeping and the bastard must be still drunk from yesterday night. And, as if we where old friends she tells me that they have an argument this morning. I was so angry about my man that it's why I scram away with his brand new car and I don't give a dam what can append of it. I'm sure that my husband will again lost control of his nerves if only he knows that I went on a gravel road. And, if he heard that I was driving his car on a so bad road I thinks that he will almost kill me, but who care? The bastard is always cheating on me. He always he act like if he was still single, the poor man can't say no to each bitch who he meets. Gentleman, since the week-end we are in vacation with all the family and the bastard had found the time to screw with one of our neighbour every single day. Perhaps he think that I'm so stupid, but I know a thing for sure: I'm not a nut. Scratching his car is not enough. When I was crying on myself at the beach this morning I was so angry about my man that I imagined that someday I will have the courage to cheating, too and to screw right on the hood of his car. But first, I will tell you one of my secrets. One of my fantasies is that if all this append a day I wish that I will have the courage to ask someone to take photos of both me and my guest. I take advantage that she said that to tell this lady that I have always dream to be a voyeur. One's of my fantasy is that someday I will be lucky enough to watch an other couple in full intercourse. Again as I said that I saw sparks in hers so smiling eyes. She insisted again that I must sold her at least one can of these juicy strawberries before she take my hand. With a so sensual smile she licked all my fingers as hers eyes were cruising me. Filling more confidant I change my mind. Often as we were talking I take the time to take a good look to her upper legs and without be sure I will have bet that she was nude under her dress. I was almost sure that it's why she was keeping her hand on her thigh to hide her pussy to my now so sneaking eyes. This nice looking woman was astonished when I tell her what kind of deal I have in mind. But first I touched delicately hers lips with my fingers. I whispered in her ear: I will like it so much to lick yours fingers, too. In a hurry, the lady closed hers legs on her hand as soon as I said that and for the first time I saw that she seems to be a little bit nervous and for the time of a wink her face came red, but, moment later with her more sensual smile she ask me to come a little bit closer. I put my head inside the car and I take the time to give a very good look to both her buxom bosom and to her lower body as I delicately touch her lower neck with my hand. Be sure that I had a big smile in my face when I begin to smell what I was looking for. My fingers touched hers sensual lips when I whispered: I thrust my nose when it tells me that it smells what I was looking for? Without stopping to look in my eyes the lady react by starting up the engine of her car as I said to her that I will be glad to deal with her if she let me saw her touch herself. For some seconds the woman react by speeding up the engine car a lot. Ouf!, I heave a sigh of relief when she hesitated, I back up a little bit. I know that I had two strikes against me but be sure of one thing it will be the greatest souvenir of all your summer. Earlier you tell me that you will like it so much if someday someone will take picture of you. For my self, I have always dream that someday I will meet a perfect stranger like you who will erotically pose for me. Seeing that she was not leaving, I sit on the ground, I cross my arms and wait. The lady stops the motor of her car. Your eyes tell me that you will like it so much to be an exhibitionist and lady be sure that I will be a fair audience. Please, thrust me. I swear that I will be a gentleman. I promise you that I will not even touch you if it's only what you want? My heart beat at full speed when the lady opened the door. For some moments both of us were staying like that without daring to move at all as we were looking each other strait in the eyes. This lady had a so sensuous smile and she let me know with hers eyes and by placing one of hers fingers in front of her mouth that she want that I stay quiet where I was. Moment later I almost forget to breathe as this lady put hers so nice legs out of her car. My dream came true. What a nice lady! She looks so sexy in her light summer dress. And I was right, the lady was nude under her light summer dress. The lady begun to unbutton the two last button of her dress and she start to play what a cat and mousse game as she play very slowly with the material of her dress to let me saw hers breasts and her lower body but each time for only the time of a wink. The lady let fall her dress to go further in her striptease. It was what a dream to look at her nude body as she was standing there smiling sensually at me with only hers hands to hide hers breasts and her pussy. Moments later, the lady turned on herself to be back to me and she moved her lower back in a so provocating way before she bind herself to let me see her buttocks but again only for the time of a wink before she pick up her dress to cover her lower back with it. And the game start again, this time, standing face to me the lady cross hers arms and she push with them under both her breasts as she hold hers elbows with hers hands before she stretch very slowly hers hands over her head. Going topless in front of me she wriggled a lot trying to hold the material of her dress between hers legs and behind her back. The lady turn back to me again while one of her hand still try to hold the material of her dress between hers upper legs, the other one holded it over her left shoulder as now she begun to stretch herself so lazily but again for only a short moment before she jumped on the back seat of her car. Be sure that I don't stop to watch her as she kneeled on this seat with still her body back to me but now with hers legs wide open. I can't stop to look to her buttocks as the lady played with the material of her dress to clung it again them in a so provocating way! My heart beats at full speed as the lady began to lift up the material of her dress to show me her upper legs and hers so nice buttocks checks. I can't stop to look at her crotch as now this lady lift up it to her hips. I almost forget to breathe as she bind herself so I can have a good look at her pussy with her so abundant pubis hairs. The lady let me saw parts of her back and of hers so nice buttocks as she don't stop to wriggle in a so fascinating way. I whistle and clap my hands to show her my appreciation. The lady turned her head to be able to watch me and with a big smile in her face she continued to play with the material of her dress to hide hers buttocks but always for only some seconds. It was so fascinating as now I saw one of her hand witch touch her pussy. Moment later the lady kneeled to hers toes and she wriggled a lot in front of me. I was so fascinated watching this hand which now open her pussy lips. This woman really knows how to perform as now the lady stand up and she stretch herself so lazily on the back seat her car and still playing her cat and mousse game with her dress she begin to move her belly as a baladi's dancer. Holding the material of her dress in front her lower body, she dance topless. I concentrated my looks on all her body as the lady was moving as if she was making love. To look at her belly button was so exciting. Smiling to me the lady licked hers lips with her sensuous tongue as one of her hand still cover her pussy. I can't stop watching this hand as I know that the lady so proudly touch herself. In a wink the lady take off her hand from her pussy to smell and to lick hers fingers with a big smile in her face before this hand touch one of her now exposed breast. She let me watch her fondle her breast as she was playing with the nipple before she cover it with her hand. And she start to replay her game with her dress to let me saw one of her breast but only for a small moment at each time, as now a new kind of game begin as she was playing with her hand to hide it or to let me saw her nipple as she fondle it between hers fingers. Standing topless and without moving at all she push with both hers full hands under hers breasts so I take all my times to look to hers dark brown nipples which were now in full erection. Hers nipples fascinated me so mutch with their length and their extra large brown areola. The lady turn again to be back to me and this time she open hers legs very wide and she bind herself still she can watch me between hers legs. And, this time the lady don't moved her body at all and she was looking at me with a big smile in her nice looking face as she let me have a very good look at her pussy. I almost forget to breathe, but first of all I was so fascinated by this so nice mature woman face as the lady lick hers sensual lips with her tongue as one of hers eyes give me what a sexy wink. The woman tells me that she was as much excited than myself. With her more sensuous voice, she ask me if I like her crotch. She said that she is not very familiarly with all this but she will like it so much to hear me said vulgar and dirty words. I tell her that for sure I like her crotch, nothing can appends in this world will make me leave her without I try at least all what I can do to please a so nice lady. I ask her where she had learn to talk with so dirty words, in the same time I ask her if she can came a little bit closer. So I will have a better look at your wet pussy which I wish will be at only inches of my face. I ask this lady to tell me if she will like it if I smell it, if I kiss it and if I lick her wet pussy as one of my hands will fondle each of hers buttocks checks during this. I will like it so much to watch you if you play with one of yours fingers inside your wet pussy and you will fondle your clitoris till the big lips of your pussy will be wide open and in full erection as you will look at me with your so sensually smile all these times, as your cum will drip drop into my face. Gentleman, you can't imagine how I like it so much to hear you telling me all these such wild cocky words. You can't imagine how much it's exciting to me and how much it's so stimulating to me to hear your so emotional voice. By your good reaction, you have make me cum. I like it so much to look at you and you look so funny with all these red spots in your face. You look like a clown. I will tell you my impression when I saw you for the first time. You look so in control when I first saw you standing near the road wearing only your step-in. It was so funny catching you pant off in this deserted road. I know that both of us were so perturbed when I almost lost the control of my car coming down this small ill. So, I put that on it why you don't rush to put your jeans on. But when I returned back by your side, you do like if nothing can't make you ashamed with still your pant off. You are so incredible! But right now I'm so glad to see that you are in full erection and that you are to be so near of being out of control, just like myself. As the lady wriggled in moving her crotch in what a wild motion, she tell me that now with one of her finger she was playing with her clit. It's so exciting doing that in front of a audience and to know that you are watching and coaxing me. Never in our life together, never with my husband did we have such sensual talks! Never in a life time did he asked me to do so wild things. Perhaps he thinks that I'm not a really woman to do such wild things. Ok, I know that I don't look to much appétissante with at least twenty five pounds over weight but I know for sure that I'm a true woman. You are the first one, man or woman, who take the time to ask me for it. And, I know for sure that my husband never in his life had think at me as a bad girl. Even all the men that I meet every day at work never did they ask me even in a joke to be their playmate. All these men must think that I'm a very respectable woman. They never take the time to ask me as they do for the other women and to each ones of the young woman at work to show them the animal in me. Often in my well awaken dreams I had the fantasy that I will show them that I can be a bad girl and this afternoon gentleman, you are this lucky one. As she come closer she put hers both hands on my chest. She surprised me by her strength when she push me roughly in my chest as she order me to lie bare back on the ground. Now if you want to play my game, you will be my slave but first you have to respect that I'm a lady and that you have given yours words that you will not even try to touch me. Now I will lead the games my ways. She put hers long and so nice legs each side of my face. She repeat I wish that you will be a gentleman and I will not said it again. Gentleman don't move at all and don't even try to touch me or touch yourself or this game will end right away but I promise you that you will not regret it if you let me do it my ways. The new game begin when the lady use the light contact of the material of her dress again her skin to rub slowly the sheer material again her pussy and between hers full buttocks. I can't stop looking at her crotch as this tall lady rub the material again her clit as now she was moving her body like a belly dancer as she move her lower body at only inches from my face. The lady asked me for the second time: Gentleman do you like my crotch? Seeing you with yours so nice upper legs each side of my face and looking at your crotch with your so wet pussy and with your erect clit, with yours big lips so wide open, it's what a dream, Big Girl. And, to look at all these wetness running down your so abundant pubis hairs, Madam, I like it so much to look at your mont de Vénus. It's a dream seeing all your nice body moving over me as you shake and move yours butts in a so wild way to show me that you appreciated all the wild words I said to you. I like it so much to see in the same look your so sexy belly button and your generous hips. And over all that it's what a dream to look at yours big boobs with their so large areola and with your so big and so length dark erect nipples. Big Girl, it's what a dream to see your big tits. And over all this you can't imagine how I like it just to look at your so nice smiling face as you don't stop looking at me strait in the eyes. It's more that I can stand. Be sure that I appreciated all this and I wish that your performance will never ends. I'm so proud to show you that I'm in full erection. I'm so excited that I'm on the verge of coming without even I have touch myself or you have touch me. The lady turn back to me and one of her hand touch my erect member through my step-in as she wriggle her crotch at only inches from my face. She bend herself to put her crotch at only inches from my face: Will you like it if I suck your cock and you will cum in my mouth without I will let fall a drop as I will licked your cock to the last drop. I will tell you a secret I swear that it's the first time in all my life that I dare to said all these dirty words, gentleman you make me cum just to have hear you said all these dirty words to me. I almost cum when she order me to concentrate first on smelling her pussy which was at only inches from my face.