0 comments/ 11293 views/ 3 favorites Sink By: TheGreyKnight She leans back with a smile like she could do no wrong, kicking the bubbling water up in the air with a flick of her ankle. Her eyes never leave mine, or at least it feels that way. Coming to me or running away is all the same. Every time I look at her she's there, smiling, eyes wide as the moon. The Girl Next Door crosses and uncrosses her legs in the jacuzzi, making sure to flick water at my face with every motion. When I tell her to stop she mock pouts and says that I should be nicer to her. "You can't even swim," she says, splashing the water with her hands and trying to look demure. "What if you started drowning? You'd need me to save you." I grunt some response and she seems pleased with herself that she got any kind of reaction at all. She arches her shoulders and shows off her breasts in the bikini top and then winks when she catches me looking. I tell her that I only looked because she was trying to get me to. "I only tried to get you to look so I could catch you," she says. The underwater lights catch her spreading her legs wide open, sinking down into the water until only her head is above it. Then she blows a kiss and submerges completely. When she comes back up she's close enough to wrap an arm around, and when I do, she kisses me hard for a moment. Just a moment, then she slips away. When I try and pull her back to me she laughs, dunks under water again and comes out on the other side. Still near enough to grab if I lunged forward, but still too far away. She's a vision and she knows it, the way she laughs and is easy. Not captivated by me in anyway. Maybe that's what I'm drawn to. I don't know why, just that I want her. When she leans back with a sigh I'm ready this time, it's a tell. She's ready to play her next trick. I feel the electricity in my fingertips. The heat in my palms. I'm ready. So when she kicks her foot to flick water over me, I grab her by the ankle instead. Wrap my hand all the way around. When she tugs, I hold tight and laugh. She demands I let her go and I ask if she's going to stop splashing me. She refuses to answer and repeats the demand over and over again: Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. I ask it again and this time she answers with a kick from her free leg. She hits my wrist strong enough that I want to release her, but instead I bring my free arm up. When I've grabbed her other leg is when I realized that I was in control again and wondered what to do with it. The question didn't last long as she tried to wrench herself from me. She called me a monster and that was the last straw. I pulled on her legs until her head was under water and then I released them, grabbing her by her shoulders and holding her under for just a moment, just to make sure she was aware that I could. Satisfied that I made my point I let her surface, moving my hands to hold her, squeeze her ribs. Then she's silent. Breathing. Looking at me with different eyes, a softness to them that wasn't there before. I tell her that she should be nice to me. That it's night out and you never really know when someone might come along meaning her harm. And how awful that would be. She looks resentful for a moment until I begin to push her back into the water and she cries out to stop. When I do that same softness reappears. Some people can only be happy if you demand something from them. I pull her into me and her lips are puckered before we even touch. She kisses me like I am the only thing keeping her afloat and her hands find their way to my ass. Our tongues stroke one another, embrace, just as out bodies press against one another and I'm tempted to drown her again just to make her feel me, but I want to pull her closer even more. "You scare me," she says when we break the kiss. This awakens something in me. I feel it rushing to whole of my body to the tip of my cock. It makes me ask her if she knows I could hurt her. She asks me to repeat the question so I slide her back against the wall of the jacuzzi and moved my hands to her neck. I apply just enough pressure to remind her that each was the size of her throat. Then I asked her again--do you know that I could hurt you? She whispers yes without hesitation. I kiss her, long and slow, and she hardly kisses back at all. Just a little tremble, a murmur in the night. When we look at one another again I take one hand off her neck to stroke her face gently, carefully. Then I ask if she believes I would. "No," she says with a pause after. Then, "I don't think you'd hurt me." I tell her to kiss me and she does, long and slow, this time a greater depth between us. It grows as I drop both hands from her to wrap around her waist in the hot water. It grows as she moves her legs around my torso, her back against the edge for leverage. It grows as she moans and I growl, pushing my cock against her out of instinct. Feeling her shift her weight as I do. We stand up and lift her onto the edge of the jacuzzi so I can push her legs together, grab her bikini bottom and start to slide it off. I ask her to rise up for me, to make it easier and she just sits there, debating if she should do it or not. I tell her I could demand it, rip it from her. Then she rises on her tip-toes allowing me to pull them off and toss them aside. She looks like she's about to be murdered and might just enjoy it. I don't know what she's expecting but it's quite clear from the moment I kiss her pussy that it wasn't this. I pull her back into the water to dunk her lower half in it. After, I lift her up enough to kiss it her and repeat the process. She laughs a little and that's when I know it's alright. That she understands me well enough not to fret and let worry get in the way of what we'll share. Her elbows latch on to the side of the pool she lifts herself up enough to let me get under her. Then she lowers her legs around me and even pulls me in closer. I love a woman who's confident when getting head. So I stick my tongue out and stroke the outside of her lips in one long, full trace. Then a quicker circle before I slow down and reverse direction. Doing my best to avoid her clit. Fine with the mistake when I accidentally touch it and make her gasp. Then I raise my hands up to grab her ass, both cheeks at once, and squeeze her in a slow, pulsating rhythm as I kiss her. I press my lips into her, on her, just feel her, taste her. Make it clear that it is all about her and that's what I want her to know. By the time I push my tongue into her she is wetter than if I had dunked her again. Slick with sweet juice as I stick my tongue inside her, wag it around in circles to feel every part of her. When she tightens her grip on me I know it's time to fuck her with my tongue, to press and hammer in and out of her as deep as I can go while holding her ass so hard I can feel the marks I'm making. Then I suck her clit into my mouth, roll it around and lick it before diving back in and waving my tongue as hard in her as I can manage. Until the base of it is swollen and sore and the only reason to keep going is to feel her muscles tighten around it. They do. And a moment later she's cumming into my tongue, onto my face, and instead of massaging her I have to hold her up. There's irony in this. If I let her go she'd surely drown a little. At the very least it would be unpleasant. For a moment I'm not a monster, merely a lifeboat. I lift her to the edge and place her upon it until she can come back down. When she's back she's the little pixie again, the orgasm acting like a cure for her doubts and fears. She leans down and kiss mes and laughs as she pulls back too early. She removes her bikini top with faux coyness before tossing it aside and pushing my face into her breasts. She jumps back into the water and pulls my trunks off and strokes my cock with both hands when she stops to look up at the sky quizzically. I think it's a game, something to get me to look up so she can dive into the water and splash me again. But then I feel it, too. A little drop of cold water hits me on the shoulder and then my forehead. "Do you want to go in?" She asks, naked, hands around me, hair so wet its still dripping and eyes like long nights next to a fire. We kiss, long and hard, her legs spreading while she pushes me against the stairs. When I sit she moves on to my lap with ease and kisses me again, one hand finding my cock and pumping it, the other sinking into my shoulder. I moan and she starts jerking me faster, licking my mouth harder, moaning with me. Before I can guide her she's spread her legs and grabbed my shoulders with her free hand, rubbing her pussy up and down the side of my cock and begging me to grab her ass again. When I do she merely hisses yes as she pushes herself down. She's tight, even in this amount of wetness it's hard to slide into her all the way with one go, but she lowers herself all the way down, takes a breath and laughs before anchoring herself onto the step and rising back up. Up and down with little growls and giggles. Hard and fast with little care for safety as the water splashes and falls on us, my lower half on fire and the top of me growing cold. She calls me her monster again as she shifts to her knees to rock only a few inches in and out of her with greater speed. When I don't respond she demands that I say it, that I'm just a monster, and when I do she tightens her pussy to the point that I roll my head back and groan. I feel her teeth sink into my exposed neck and when I wheel my head forward she says that it's right. I'm her monster. Her nails dig into my shoulders and she tilts forward so that she can impale herself, all the way down and up, with a quick duck and rise motion. I lose myself. I want her too much. I hear her moaning and shaking and I can't resist it any longer. I cum and as she feels it, she pushes herself all the way down. It's an awful position to hold one another, so I push forward, arms around her, grappling and pulling her in, and stand holding her with ease. She rests her head against me, a faint kiss appearing after a moment, then she raises her head and looks to me, pulls herself off me and stands in the pool on her own. There's something different now, but I can't quite say what it is. Merely that she doesn't look afraid or playful. Just comfortable. Just present. Just there. Sink Fun The desert heat had not been kind to my car battery, and I found myself stranded in the parking lot of a local grocery store with a trunk full of frozen food and no way to get it home anytime soon. I had the hood up and was digging through the glove compartment hoping I had some sort of roadside assistance that was still active. I almost jumped when I heard a voice behind me. "Looks like you could use a hand," he said. I nodded, mumbling something lame about how the wicked heat had just killed my two year old battery. I think I saw him look me over, but I figured I was mistaken. There was no eye contact, and after all, I'm a little guy, 5' 9" and 135 pounds soaking wet. And he was, well, solidly built and in his mid 30's to early 40's - exactly the type I always fantasize about. But I was pretty sure that he wouldn't be interested in letting me thank him properly. I was confident it didn't even cross his mind... After he got my car started, I desperately wanted to ask him out for a beer - or even a cup of coffee. But I lost my nerve. Instead, trying to pass it off as a token of my thanks, I scribbled my email address on the back of an old receipt. "Here," I said. "If I can ever return the favor, let me know. I'm up for just about anything... My name's Steve, by the way." 'Uh, thanks," was his only reply as the receipt was jammed into his pocket. "I've got to go, I've got food in the trunk." He left me standing there in the parking lot, wishing I had just screwed up the courage to spend a few more minutes with him. Heck, I hadn't even gotten his name... A few days later, my wife was away spending the afternoon with her sister, so I had the place to myself. I grabbed a beer and began checking my email, hoping that my friend from the parking lot would send me a quick email - anything that would let me stay in touch. My heart immediately skipped a beat when I saw an a message from an anonymous sounding email address with the subject, "I jumped your car." Could it be? I grabbed the mouse, hoping... And, yes, it was! "Steve - I've been thinking that maybe you could return the favor. It isn't anything big, but I've gotten really lazy and haven't done my dishes in a couple days. How about you come over and take care of them for me. That should make us about even, wouldn't it?" He then ended with his address and what time he'd be expecting me. I glanced at the clock and realized he was probably waiting right this moment. Just in case I had read him completely wrong, I went into the bedroom and put on a clean pair of pink cotton panties. Wearing panties has always been my secret thing. They always make me feel sexy as hell. I don't wear panties all the time, especially since I'm married and it would be way too easy for my wife to catch me. But I do like having that little secret hiding underneath my clothes from time to time. I tucked my hardening clitty as far back as I could, feeling it trapped between my legs. I love the rush of talking to a hot man while looking like a little girl beneath my jeans! I ran out to the car and found my way to his house. My hands were shaking as I knocked on the front door. I don't know why I was so nervous - I was just coming over to do some dishes, after all. He answered the door, shirtless, causing me to stumble over my hello. He ignored my stammering and simply said, "Sorry, just caught me being lazy and watching a little porn. Hope you don't mind." Oh, I didn't mind at all, but I didn't say it out loud. I didn't want to offend him and have him wind up taking a swing at me... I made my way into the kitchen and filled the sink with bubbles. There really wasn't too many dishes. Not bad at all. I pulled on a pair of yellow dishwashing gloves and got to scrubbing, but listening closely to the sounds of the porno playing in the next room. Some lucky man was making a woman squeal in pleasure. I wondered if he was getting horny, and if he was going to wait for me to leave before taking care of his needs - or even if he was doing it right now. I sighed inwardly, wishing I had the courage to leave the sink and go check. "You want to grab me a beer?" he asked, pulling me out of my daydream. "Sure, no sweat," I said. I put down the sponge and walked over to the fridge, opened it and bent over to grab one. "Are those panties?" I immediately turned bright red. My pink cotton panties must have ridden up above my jeans and been seen. I didn't know what to do. I stood up and turned around, and handed him his beer. "Yeah, sometimes I like to wear panties." I was waiting for the worst, my face blushing in shame. But he didn't say or do anything. Instead, he simply went back to the other room. I suddenly felt like I needed to get the dishes finished so I could leave. I rushed back and started working on them as quickly as possible. Only a few minutes passed when I sensed him behind me. I tensed up, not knowing what to do. "So, you like wearing panties, eh?" he asked as you put his hand underneath my shirt. "Yeah, I do. You like men in panties?" I asked back. "Not really, but I've been watching porn for a while, and I'm horny as hell. I'll fuck just about anything right now. You want to finish paying me back?" I still hadn't turned around, and he began to slide his hand up my shirt and up to my chest before using both hands to unbuckle my belt. Once the belt was undone, and he had unsnapped my jeans, he started to lower them. I felt something hard and warm against my lower back. I felt it throbbing and angry, but it strangely put me at ease. I was standing there, my back still to him, in my T-shirt and pink panties - his cock rubbing up and down against my ass. "Stay right there," he commanded. My hands were shaking again, realizing what was about to happen. Even though I had fantasized about it over and over, never before had I let a man inside me. I briefly thought about pulling my jeans back up and taking off, but almost before the thought had crossed my mind, he was back bearing a bottle of lube and a condom. He pulled my panties to the side and went about slathering lube on my hungry asshole. His finger kept slipping inside, my ass begging for more. "Wow, you really are a horny little bitch, aren't you?" he asked. I could only nod yes. I heard the tearing of the condom wrapper and braced myself. After sliding my panties down, he aimed for my center, my very core, and pushed inward. I leaned further over the sink and raised up on my toes to give him better access. The head of his cock didn't enter easily - but he kept pushing until my body let him inside. It didn't hurt as much as I was expecting, but it still took my breath away. My own cock began to swell as he waited for my ass to accept him. I was still wearing the yellow dishwashing gloves, so I started to take them off. "No, bitch, leave them on," he commanded. "You aren't getting out of doing my dishes just because you are a horny little slut." My cock swelled even more. "Yes, sir," I said. "My god, you are tight," he said, his cock head barely inside my body. He pushed forward a little and I felt him slide deeper and deeper with each stroke. After what felt like ages, I felt his stomach hit my back as he finally got all of it in. I felt completely stuffed! Sure, I had used my wife's vibrator on my ass a few times, but it didn't fill me like this! His cock was so big, so thick, so hot, so much more than I had even been dreaming about! He leaned forward and began nibbling on my neck as he started to slide in and out of my ass. I felt myself loosening, and began thrusting back at him with each stroke. Both of us began making little moaning sounds as his thrusts increased in intensity. We began to lose ourselves in the sheer ecstasy of what we were doing. Soon his strokes became shorter and quicker and I felt my orgasm begin to grow. "Come with me, baby," I said. He began pounding into my ass even harder and I couldn't catch my breath. My orgasm hit me hard. My ass began contracting and milking his shaft for everything it was worth. "Take it, bitch," he said, as he released into my ass, only the thin walls of the condom stopping his seed from working it's way deep into my darkest area. He leaned forward onto my back, his breath ragged. Suddenly he stood upright and pulled out of my ass without warning. "Now finish the damn dishes. I'll be in the other room so you can come let me know when you are done." I just stood there nodding, my panties around my ankles and my cock now shrunken and dripping my cum. "OK," I said as I pulled up my panties and picked back up with the dishes. It didn't take me long to finish, and I was hoping for a second round of fun when I had the dishes dried and put away. Sadly, when I told him I was done, he simply showed me to the door. I sighed, my ass still tingling from the fucking. On the drive home, I could only hope that he'd email me again when he had more dirty dishes. And maybe that time I'd get to learn his name... Sink or Swim He'd finally had enough. Four times he tried to fix the sink and stop it from leaking. Four times his efforts only made things worse. He was ready to throw in the towel -- or would have been willing to, if it wasn't for the fact that all the towels were underneath the sink trying to sop up the standing water from the past month. It was embarrassing, but he finally gave in and thumbed through the phone book and called a plumber to come out and repair the mess that he'd made of things. He figured it wouldn't be cheap, but letting things get even more out of hand than they already were would be an even bigger hit to his wallet than making the call was a hit to his ego. The plumbing company told him on the phone they'd have someone out there later in the afternoon, around closing time. He felt lucky that someone was coming out the same day, since he'd taken the day off from work to deal with the issue. He'd about given up. It was after five o'clock when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened it up, he got a shock. They didn't send a plumber -- they sent a plumberette. Instead of a big guy with a toolbox, standing at his door was a short woman with auburn hair. At least she had the requisite toolbox. She definitely had a nice rack, but he was more worried about his sink than his social life at this point. His face must have given his skepticism away. She said, sighing, "Yes, I'm a plumber, and I know what I'm doing. I know how to handle pipes." She smiled good-naturedly. "Trust me. I'll make sure you're taken care of just fine." He started to stammer out an apology or an explanation -- or something, he wasn't quite sure, but she cut him off. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to it by now. Show me what I'll be working on." He stepped back and gestured toward the kitchen. "The sink is in there," he said. She stepped into the foyer and walked toward the kitchen. He was still a little nonplussed by the fact that they sent out a female plumber, but as he watched her walk, he took in the view. It was a good view all right, he thought idly, liking the way her ass filled out the tight jeans she was wearing. This could get interesting. It was going to be at least pleasant to watch. She started to examine the upper half of the sink. She then turned around, and set the toolbox on the kitchen floor. As she bent over, it gave him a chance to get a better look at her. She was wearing one of the plumbing company's button-down shirts, but she sure filled it out better than her male counterparts would have. And the way she was wearing it gave him a chance to check out some nice cleavage as she bent down. If she really did know what she was doing, he was going to get his money's worth out of observing her work on his plumbing. "You installed this sink and faucet yourself, right?" she asked. He nodded. She examined the faucet, grabbing the pullout and looking at the hose connection. She began rubbing her hand up and down the faucet, then up and down the faucet hose, apparently looking for leaks. But the sight of her hand motions, grasping and all but caressing the length of the hose slowly hit him in the gut. All the while, her breasts were swaying and bouncing ever so slightly. He gulped and tried to control his thoughts. She was there to work, he told himself. She continued to look at the faucet. "Your hose is fine. That's a good first step. It's the right size too, long enough and thick enough with good extension, without being too much to work with. Makes it easier to handle properly. Most guys don't understand how important that is." She turned toward him. "That's the first, obvious step. Time for me to go down and check out your pipes." She peered into the open cabinets underneath the sink. "Good. You've cleared things out so I can get to work right away." She sat down on the floor with her back to the sink. "You seemed surprised when you saw that I was sent by the plumbing company." He shrugged. "I have to admit that I was a little surprised. I've known a few plumbers, and you sure don't look like all the ones I've dealt with before," he said, then hastily added "but I'm not complaining!" "Thank you." She smiled. "Here's something to think about. Women like there to be plenty of water pressure in their kitchens, so builders know women like the pipes to be bigger, but not too big. That means it's going to be a tight squeeze down here." She gestured toward the sink cabinets. "That makes someone like me the perfect size to deal with things. It's easy for me to handle a really tight fit, and I can still go to work and take care of things properly." At this point, his mind was spinning. The way she phrased things had his mind working in other directions, and when she gestured and moved around, her tits swayed and bounced and distracted him even further. All he knew was it sounded like she knew what she was talking about. Whether she was talking plumbing or something else, he wasn't entirely sure. He just knew he liked the way she phrased things. She scootched her butt forward, then leaned back and began to wedge herself in the cabinet underneath the sink. He was still staring, watching her tits sway as she slid in. Then she spread her feet and her knees for stability, and his breath caught. He was staring at her crotch, and with the way her jeans fit, he swore he could see the outline of her pussy. He was entranced, and he felt the blood rush to his head. Then he felt the blood rush to his other head. Careful pal, he thought, she has no idea what she's doing to me right now, she's just trying to fix the sink. Every move she made as she grabbed the pipes underneath made her tits jiggle again. Wow he thought, as he exhaled sharply. Her voice echoed from under the sink. "You okay?" "Yeah. I'm fine. What do you see down there?" She craned her neck to look at him. It seemed like she was sighting down the barrel of a gun, between her tits and her spread legs, aiming a bullet right at his libido. If that was what she was after, she'd already hit the bull's-eye. "Your pipes look really good. I'm going to start to make sure we have a proper connection down here." She began running her hands upwards along the pipes and then let out a grunt. "Here you go. I see the problem. What you have is a tail piece that extends up to the sink drain, and there's a slip screw that connects the two. You have to screw the tail piece properly or you have major problems." She craned her neck again, staring down the barrel of her tits and spread legs to look him in the eye. "For a safe connection, Teflon is recommended, but it's important to have proper lubrication to make sure the tail piece gets screwed in properly. Guys tend to forget that. You have to have a proper mating service, or else you're just wasting your time." "That makes sense," he said, while thinking that it made sense in all kinds of different ways. "So what do you need to do now?" "The problem is that the screw wasn't done right. I need to screw it properly. What I need is for you to hand me that pipe wrench. This is going to take some work, but it'll be worth it to you, don't worry." He saw the pipe wrench laying next to the toolbox. The damned thing was huge and obviously very heavy, and looked to be way too big for her to use properly. He scooped it up, flipped it end over end in his hand a couple of times, and extended it to her. "Is this what you're talking about?" She laughed. "It's obvious you're used to handling a big tool, all right. Yes that's it. And don't worry. I know exactly how to handle a big tool in a tight space. Trust me." She paused, considering her next move. "Okay, I'm going to need your help. You're obviously physically strong, which means I'm going to have to work a little harder. Getting this screw right is going to mean some real physical effort. There's going to be some torque involved, so I need you to brace me properly. Slide forward." He complied. "What I need you to do is to slide between my legs and grab me by the hips. You need to brace me when I turn this thing, otherwise I'll slide out of position and won't be able to do the job properly. Are you ready?" By this point, he was become physically aroused, and it was obvious to even a casual glance. His dick strained at his zipper, but there was no way to adjust himself without her noticing his excitement. He gulped and slid between her upraised knees as she indicated. At that point, she noticed the party in his pants. She smiled at him. "I can see that you're more than ready to help me with this screw. Let's get started." He grabbed her by the hips and leaned into her. She began working the pipe wrench with a grunt and her hips thrust back at him as she strained to turn the screw. He knew there was no way she didn't KNOW that he was as hard as a rock. After all, they were literally crotch to crotch. As he looked down, he swore he could see a slight stain on her jeans. Was she getting as aroused as he was? He sure as hell hoped so. As that thought crossed his mind, she let out a loud grunt and yelled "Yes! Yes!" as the slip screw came loose off of the tail pipe under the sink. "That was perfect. Now, to screw it properly." She reached over underneath the sink, got the Teflon tape wrapped around the threads, and easily screwed the tail pipe and the rest of the sink plumbing together. Her efforts had repeatedly brought their crotches into contact as she finished up under the sink. He thought that she had actually encouraged things. She certainly hadn't asked him to move back after she was done with the part where she actually needed bracing. "Thanks for the help," she said. "Now you need to slide back so I can get out from under this sink." He complied, sliding back still on his knees as she began to shimmy her way out of the tight space. Her movements made her tits sway once again, and their motion along with the flexing of her spread legs as she moved forward did what he thought was impossible. His dick got even harder. She sat up, and a big grin spread across her face. "We're obviously not done just yet. There seems to be one other plumbing issue to deal with." With that, she reached forward with her right hand and grabbed his dick through his jeans. "I need to help you with a clogged pipe. I'm good with these, too." He let out a moan. "Oh, hell yes. Follow me." He got to his feet, then extended his hands to help her up. He grabbed her left hand and walked her to the back of the house and to his bedroom. He stopped and turned, and wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her, feeling their tongues touch and intertwine. His hands roved lower, caressing her ass as she matched his movements and grabbed his ass as well. He broke off the kiss, and reached around and began to unbutton her shirt, rubbing her tits in the process. She gasped "Yes" and pressed his hands to her momentarily. Then she began to undress him as well. He worked her shirt off, and reached around and unsnapped her bra as she unbuckled his belt and slipped the zipper down and reached into his pants to grab his dick. He shivered at her touch, then bent to take her right nipple into his mouth. Her answering shiver was perhaps even more intense than his had been a moment earlier. It lasted maybe five seconds before she dropped to her knees, pushed his pants down and with one motion took his dick into her mouth. He groaned at the intensity of the feeling, and she bobbed her head up and down. Suddenly she stopped, and began licking the glans and shaft. He began to shake, and she again enveloped his rock-hard cock with her lips. She bobbed, stopped, kissed and licked his balls twice, and then resumed her attack until he was ready to explode. Then she stopped, looked up at him and smiled. "My turn now," she smirked. "Oh hell yes," he answered. In one motion, he removed the rest of her clothes and dragged her to his waterbed. He kissed her deeply on the lips, then slid down and began his work on her other lips. His tongue traced around the outer lips of her pussy, caressing the vulva, then slid up and began giving her clit a workout. She moaned and arched her back. His tongue slid back down her now sopping slit and then suddenly thrust deeply inside her pussy, flexing and tickling her. Her hands involuntarily reached out, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him deeper into her. He opened his mouth wider to taste the juices that were now flowing freely from her pussy and inhaled, drinking in her intoxicating scent. He smiled to himself as he continued, feeling her writhe under his efforts. And just when it seemed she was ready to explode, he stopped and rose to his knees. She groaned, and he said "My turn now. It's time to fuck." With that, he slid his knees forward, grabbed the back of her legs and positioned himself at the opening. "Ready?" "Oh fuck yes," she gasped. Her voice began to rise in intensity. "I want your dick in ME NOW!" she screamed, and he complied, thrusting into her depths with one stroke. The electricity both felt upon their joining was so intense, he was surprised the light by the side of the bed didn't explode. He wanted to tell her how perfect her pussy felt, but he couldn't speak. In fact he could barely breathe. All his effort, all his attention, all his soul was centered on the center of her, and the quest and the discovery of her deepest self. He felt her bucking and straining beneath him, as she tried to take all of him as deeply inside her as she could. He tried his best to make it last, but there was no way that was going to happen. He felt the explosion begin as a thrumming his brain, as the sensations moved south to his very core. And as he began pouring his cum into her, he felt her pussy walls contract and pulse in answer, his intensity matched by hers. They both cried out at the moment of completion, which lasted more than a moment, as both released and released and released. When time resumed again, both were shaking. They looked at each other and smiled. "Wow," he said. She answered simply, "Yes." He collapsed next to her on the bed, panting with the exertion. He literally couldn't say anything. They just lay there for a time, their bodies entwined as his essence seeped out of her. She finally broke the silence. "You know, I need to come back in three days to make sure that the sink was properly repaired. Gotta make sure you're a satisfied customer." Sinking Into Seduction "Awright Evan move the light over this way" Jen said moving the camera around. " How's this?" I asked kind of bored. "Perfect" Jen said still pointing the camera in the direction of the marsh grass. "Cool." I muttered lighting a Paul Mall. "You think it's deep enough?" I pointed at the muddy ground in front of her. "Let's throw some leaves over it and make it less aware. You know, The damsel comes through the cattails looks back thinking she's gotten away. Continuing forward unaware that under the leaf covered path is her doom." "Bravo, miss melodramatic. Are we going to shoot this before lunch?" I take a deep drag off my smoke as I toss the leaves over the mud. I watch Jen pace around talking to herself. She gets this way a lot when she's filming. But this film is a departure from what she usually shoots for her film class. She always shot more standard everyday crap like us... her friends. She said she had an idea she needed my help on so. I said o. k.. what is it? Girls in distress she said smiling devilishly. Oh... kay. "Let's get this while the light is good. Sara? Sara are you ready?" Jen asked in the direction of our make shift dressing room. A blanket hanging between the pickup and a tree. "Yep, ready." Sara said walking around the curtain pushing her boobs into place. Sara was wearing a frilly country dress. Baby blue flowers and tiny red berries weaving a design around her curvaceous figure. It was tight too. Coming half-way down her thick cheerleader thighs. Hugging her thin waist and pushing her breasts deliciously together. Throwing her hands to her pouty red lips she yelled. "Help! Oh I'm sinking. Ooooh, helpme..."Sara giggled and did a spin for us. "Great. Go around the mud hole. Jen pointed. Sara walked straight toward the leaves I'd laid. "No, no sweetie." Jen grabbed Sara's shoulder and walked her around the bog. "Remember how we rehearsed it, o. k?" "Piece of cake." Sara winked as she disappeared behind the weeds. "Man she looks hot." I whispered into Jen's ear. "Acting student right?" I ask all cavalier eying Jen's body. I always flirted with Jen and I expected a jealous response. I got the opposite. "She's to die for..." Jen moaned kneeling down. I watched her cutoffs tighten around her sweet ass as she bent down focusing her camera. Her thin tan legs spreading out for balance. Shit, I was getting some wood. This might be fun after all. Jen got up and started the tape machine. Lifting the camera Jen yelled. "O. k?" "Yep." Sara yelled back. "Action!" I leaned against the truck and lit another smoke watching. Sara stumbled through the weeds. "I... I gave'em the slip." Sara drawled in a southern accent. Nice. I'm sucker for a southern belle. My hand rests in my pocket. Slowly I knead my cock. "Now... which way is the..." Sara looks around as she walks unknowingly forward. The leaves give way as the gray mud bubbles over her feet and up her ankles. Sara pumps her legs up and down. "Oh, oh my. Quicksand." Sara says quietly disbelieving. She descends into the muck slowly. Our tiered pit allowed for the slow sink Jen wanted. "Help, help me. Ohhh I'm sinking deeper!" Sara appeared to be in real terror. I couldn't believe my arousal rose as I watched the mud creep up her thighs. I secretly rubbed my thick cock as this poor damsel struggled. But oddly enough I looked over at Jen. I'll be damned, Jen had her free hand positioned at the top of her thigh her fingers slipping underneath her cutoffs. What? Sara had to see this! Jen was right in front of her filming! Sara pushed down trying to stay afloat. Her helpless hands slipped through the leaves into the bog. Her hips submerged. "Ungh... Oh... Help!!! Sara heaved as the muck drifted under her breasts.. Jen made it no secret hide her hidden lust. She motioned for me to take the camera. I guiltily pulled my hand from my pants. Jen gave me the caught ya look and smiled. I took the camera and continued filming. Jen gingerly walked into the thick mud on the other side of the pit. Doing her own little bo-peep damsel Jen looked away and stumbled into the quicksand. Jen stepped into the deeper part so the goo quickly overtook her knees and thighs. "I tried to help but I'm soooo clumsy." Jen purred like an air head. Sara burst out laughing. Jen smiled letting the mud touch the bottom of her cutoffs. Jen unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down into the leafy bog. Taking her clay thick hands she rubs them up her tanned thighs and over her brown muff. "Oh this feels sooo good." She then places her mud caked hands on Sara's breasts. I'm filming and it's tough to do with a raging hard on in my pants. Sara moans as Jen massages her breasts. "What's going on here?" The female voice behind me asks. I jump up so fast that I almost fall in. The lady is standing with a rifle cradled in her arms. "You know this is private property. Not show your privates property... To be continued...