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Stains

By: Lewd_Johnny



I suppose this should have some background so that this story makes any sense, I’m 6’2” brown hair, brown eyes, with broad muscular shoulders. I’m in pretty good shape, not as good shape as I would like, but I’m constantly working on it. I’m kind of the shy person when comes to girls, I can be confident, its just that once I get to a certain point, I’m not quite sure if its okay for me to keep going, so generally in any relationship that I’m in, the girl is usually the first to start anything.

Anyway, my friends and I took out my friend John for his birthday, and of course since he had a girlfriend, she came along too. We had spent most of the night clubbing, and basically getting a little shitfaced, when my friend Dan had the brilliant idea of getting some NON-alcoholic drinks to try and sober us up.

And finally we found a grocery store after making various stops to get pizza and do other various businesses.

“Aw shit!” I said. “I tried to warn you…” said my best friend John, “sorry about that, well at least it matches the other tomato stain on the other side of your shirt.” As he leaned into the canned foods section grinning.

He smiled as he had said it, but I didn’t care, it was one of my favorite shirts and I had just made another stain on it, so I started to pout just ever so slightly. “Its ok, I’m just pissed cause I like this shirt so much!” 

John’s girlfriend, Kelly, then said “Its ok, we’ll just get some club soda and get that stain right out. Come on.” She said as she grabbed my hand and led me away from the rest of my friends. 

I guess I should describe Kelly somewhat. She’s average height, around 5’5” with brown hair, and one of the sweetest smiles I’ve ever seen. She has what I would guess as a B-cup size chest, and long slender legs. Her hips and ass are perfect as she keeps herself in great shape.

The next five minutes were spent looking for club soda. You’d be amazed at the different types of soda that are around, but somehow when you’re looking for club soda it’s always where you would never expect it. I guess the storeowners just don’t care about it enough. Either that or it’s a truly sick game of watch the customers stumble around a lot.

“Found it,” I heard Kelly say, “We’d better get that stain out quick, take off your shirt.”

Now I’m a shy kind of guy, but I’m also horny as hell when it comes to girls, best friend’s girlfriend or not. Still, I knew the danger, and it wasn’t looking good, or rather, she definitely was, but this was bad. I definitely didn’t want to betray my best friend. One of the many reasons that I don’t like to be around with Kelly is the because of my major bad luck with girls, which make me, like I already said, horny as fuck. Still, it was an innocent thing to ask, she is just trying to help me out after all.

“Okay,” I say as I take off my top shirt. It was one of those button down shirts that looks real nice especially if you’ve got a white undershirt to go with it. “Damn. My undershirt got it too…” I said as I looked at it, falling more and more into despair.

“Its fine, its fine,” she said ever so gently as she moved me into the corner of the grocery store away from any cameras vision. “This will get it right out. “She said opened the soda bottle and worked the stain out of my over shirt and put it up on one of the isles. “Now let me see what I can do with this.” She said as she took the now wet towel and started to apply it to my chest.

I blinked at her for a few seconds. Being naked with my best friend’s girlfriend? Okay, okay, not naked, but by know I think you can tell that I always take those extra couple of steps. This was definitely in the danger zone of self control. But still, it was innocent, nothing seemingly wrong there.

“Wow, you’re really well built, your muscles feel so strong against my me” I must have grunted or moaned slightly because she moved herself closer to me to the point where I could feel her breasts and their hard nipples.

“Do you like this?” She cooed as she put her hands on my head and brought her lips to mine and passionately kissed me. I could feel her tongue probing my lips as I parted them so that she had more access. She moaned slightly as I started kissing her back and moved my hands to her ass, and I could feel her start to gyrate slightly against me as I stroked her.

Suddenly she stopped the kiss and said “I want you Jason, I want you right here, right now.” 

Well, I didn’t know what to say, but I damned sure knew what to do as I bent over and started kissing her in earnest. I slid my hands all over her ass and up her shirt where I felt her oh so soft breasts. Her nipples felt like little jewels that reacted to my every touch. I broke our kiss and started sucking on each breast starting with the nipple, slightly biting it making it stand out straight, and every time I did that she moaned slightly. As I moved down her planting kisses all the way, I undid her pants and brought them and her panties down to her ankles.

I positioned myself under her and started liking her hot sex as fast as I knew how. Her love juices started flowing as I stuck my finger in her and flicked her clit with my tongue. She was pushing back against my face on every upstroke and I could tell from her shaking that she was nearing climax so I put 2 more fingers in her and sucked on her clit for all that I was worth.

She came with an intensity that I’ve never seen as she collapsed on top of me. I held her for a minute knowing full well that soon my friends were going to start looking for us.

“That was the hardest I’ve ever come before,” She said as I held her facing away from me in my lap, with my raging erection pressed up against her ass crack. “I want to return the favor.” And she turned around in my lap and undid my pants till my cock leapt free of its very constrictive confines. “oooohh” she cooed as she started to suck on the head of my manhood. I could feel the come rising in my balls as she sucked up and down the shaft of my engorged member, getting closer and closer to climax. She looked at me as she was doing it, and I could tell that she was enjoying every minute of this.

“I’m going to come”, I said, and she started to suck even harder on me, going faster and faster and faster until I couldn’t hold back any longer!

“Arrrrrrrrggggghhhh….” I groaned as I shot my hot cum into her mouth, it felt as if my balls were emptying themselves of everything they ever had, and she swallowed every drop.

“Mmmm” she said as she looked at me, “delicious.” And I leaned in and kissed her, “tasting my own cum in her mouth as I continued to play with her tits. “This was great Jason, I really enjoyed this,” As I heard John call out, “Kelly? Jason?” 

“I guess we’d better get back then, huh?” she said with a wink.

“Yeah.” I agreed. Definitely way past time to get back to them, John must be suspicious as hell, as I watched her pull her pants back up and fix her shirt and hair. We walked back to where we left our friends in silence

“Hi honey,” Kelly said as we got close to them, “sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Its ok, “ John said, “So did you get it all out?”

She grinned as she looked at him and said, “Yup, pretty much emptied the bottle doing it too.” 

Staircase



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She barely registered his car pulling up. She was in her favorite spot, stretched out on a chaise on the patio, alone; umbrella masking her from the sun, the warmth of the patio mixing perfectly with the breeze blowing off the water, a book in her hands... 

She heard his keys hit the counter, and then his footsteps as he strode out to the patio and to her. 

She glanced up, and drank in the sight of him. 

He had chosen a black suit with tiny vanilla pinstripes that morning, of course having woken up earlier than she thought was humanly possible. He donned a deep sapphire shirt and even had cufflinks on. There was definitely something about a suit on a man. Even the most indifferent woman could be imprisoned by a normal guy in a suit. 

He slowly gazed around, looking at both neighbors' houses before settling his eyes back on her. 

"So...you feel like showing off today?"

She blushed, the crimson softly stinging her cheeks. It didn't matter how much time they spent together, how much he praised her, or teased her...she still blushed just at the way he looked at her. 

She smiled and stretched out; partly because her body needed it, and partly because she did want to show off her tall, lithe frame, with the so-very-light tan, the sprinkling of freckles around her shoulders... All encased in a bikini that was - by all manners of the word - tiny. 

He took a seat beside her, and smiled as he slid a hand up her calf. His fingers toyed with the underside of her knee. 

She relished in the warmth of his hand. No matter how hot it was outside, she knew his hand would always feel a shade hotter. It was almost like a small electrical burn every time he touched her....no matter where it was. Even when holding hands with him she could feel the current flowing through. 

She opened her eyes again, and saw his signature smile on his face. His hand slid off her skin and he slowly rose. Drawing himself up to his full height, he smiled down at her. "It's pretty bright out here. I think we should get you inside." 

She smiled into his eyes. "Why can't we just stay out here?"

A grin spread across his face, and his eyes lit up. "Because...I don't want to share you with anything right now. Not the sun. Not the ocean. Certainly not the neighbors...."

She only had to glance at his hand to know how serious he was. And, upon placing her hand in his, that familiar surge of electricity hit her yet again. He smiled, and together they slowly walked into the house. 

He released her hand to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and she continued up the steps, only stopping to watch him move around. 

Happy with what he had, he casually made his way up the stairs, finally reaching her. As his eyes roamed over her, she blushed again. 

"Why blush? You're absolutely breathtaking." 

She blushed more, her right hand on the banister, her left reaching up to settle on his shoulder. Since he was a step below her, their eyes were perfectly level with each other's. He leaned in slowly, and her eyes closed, waiting for - almost yearning for - that soft, delectable, teasing kiss. 

She felt his hands on her hips - those hips that only had a tied string bikini on them - and his fingers sliding around, caressing her ass. After she had held her breath seemingly forever, his lips were against the side of her throat. 

Part of her was still not used to it: the attention he paid her, the way he'd torture and tease her. She tilted her head and felt his lips cruise slowly around, sampling her. Her stomach was already knotted up, her head dizzy with anticipation. 

So, when his fingers casually untied the strings on her right hip, she didn't fight it. Her arms were wrapped around him, loving the feel of him right against her. She wanted it badly, but was content to play his game for now. At least until he made a move....

His left hand drifted down, his fingers sliding against her bare thigh, and she felt pressure, as he gently lifted her leg up. She was already soaked and, by his dragging her knee higher, she knew he was opening her. Instinctively, she ground against him, and was rewarded with the feel of his hardening cock beneath his slacks. 

Finally opening her eyes, she saw the white of the ceiling, and she said between long breaths, "You better......get me upstairs....or I'm going....to ruin the....front of your....slacks." She heard that chuckle. 

The chuckle that undeniably said, "I don't give a fuck."

His hands, so casually stroking earlier, dug roughly into her hips and lifted her off her feet. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs tightly around him and ground desperately against him. His lips mashed roughly against hers...sucking at her tongue as his hands held her against him. 

She felt one of his hands twist away, and the unmistakable sound of a zipper, then...

Her breath was gone. 

As in, forced out of her. 

It didn't take anything for him to slide his cock free and, with her precariously balanced above it, all he had to do was drop her onto him. Which he had. 

Her grunt was an unmistakable signal. His cock just slamming full bore into her, her weight crushing down against him. She felt his slacks, his shirt, twisting, grinding against her skin... the wonderful burning of her stretching around him... the strength of him as he lifted her and slammed her back down against him. 

She fought to tighten her legs around him and get some semblance of control, but he was simply too big, too strong. 

Her eyes squeezed shut at the sensations: his fingers digging roughly into her ass... the soft scent of his cologne... the noises that were being wrenched from her body... the fact that the only part of her body that was balanced on anything was her silky folds clenched down on him, over and over... his lips against hers, against her throat, sucking at her tongue. 

Usually it took a while to build that slow burn in her body that ultimately ignites from within, climaxing with an explosion in her head that makes her body feel like one huge nerve ending. But not today.

Her blood felt like magma racing through her veins. Her skin was literally baking from the inside out, and her muscles clenched at him, desperately trying to hold him deep within her. She gasped, her brain scattered as the rush swept through her. Stirred on by his movements and everything else that was him, she exploded against him, releasing energies that she thought not physically possible. For a moment, she felt like she was floating, seeing herself outside her skin. Looking down on a couple in love and lust wound up halfway up a staircase. 

She fought to gain a breath, as her body simply took over, sculpting a tight velvet vise around him. She tried to scream, but didn't have enough air in her lungs. 

Her body leaked slick fluid all over his cock and against his slacks. He slowed, almost grinding his movements to a halt. Gradually, she caught her breath, and he nuzzled against her, his lips flirting with the soft skin beneath her earlobe. 

"God, I missed you..." His growl always shook through her. 

She was still panting, delirious with joy as she tried to talk back. "But, you were...only gone since the....morning..."

He chuckled again, and took a step up. "Right." Then another step.

Every movement set off a mini convulsion in her, aftershocks fluttering through her as he walked both of them up the steps. 

Upon reaching the bedroom, she whimpered as he pulled his cock free and laid her on the bed. She made a big point stretching out like a cat. Gazing up at him, she watched in amazement as he leisurely undressed. 

Watching him undress was an exercise in teasing by itself. He stood at the end of the bed, slowly taking each piece of clothing off. She blushed yet again when he slid his fingers on the soaked front of his slacks. "Baby? Can you say cleaners?" 

Finally, he slid his shirt off and she couldn't wait any longer: Rising up on her hands and knees and almost crawling to the end of the bed, she leaned out to kiss his chest. 

He took his time, letting her taste his skin, before casually crawling onto the bed with her. Seizing her opportunity, she grabbed him, and rolled him to his back, quickly grabbing both hands and pinning them over his head. 

"It's my turn, baby..." 

He chuckled for her benefit, and stretched out, forcing his hips up against hers...she ground down, her folds mashing against him. She groaned, planting one hand against his two, then slid her free hand down to stroke the thick cock that lie between them. 

She heard a growl come from deep within him. Her slim fingers wrapped tighter, and she stroked faster, watching him. His eyes were locked on hers....waiting, like an animal that's merely waiting for its chance to pounce. 

"You lay right there, baby...you're gonna get fucked..." 

Again, that devilish smile....his eyes narrowed, and he whispered. "You think so, eh?"

She nodded her reply as she guided his cock up. Raising her hips, she wanted to tease him. She rubbed the bulbous head against her folds, tracing it slowly up and down. He let out another growl for her, and she eased down. 

She purred as she settled down on him. The angle was slightly different this way, and she began to roll her hips. He was growling softly, all stretched out beneath her. 

She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding his cock gracefully into and out of her. Then, his growl became a whisper. "Sit up...show off for me, baby." 

She released his hands, smiling at him as she slowly closed her eyes and stretched back. She planted her hands back on his thighs, and slowly rocked. Even with her eyes closed, she felt him watching....adoring her.

His cock, being pulled away from him by the angle her body had taken, now firmly stroked that soft little patch within her. Her eyes squeezed shut as his veiny member conveniently assaulted that spongy spot. 

"What's the matter, baby? I thought you were going to fuck me....you're not going to cum again, are you?" His words were soft, but taunted her just the same. She ground slower into him, and went so far as to sit back up, but his hands stopped her.

One of his hands splayed out against her belly. Big, rough, and unbearably warm, it rested there, and she knew full well that she'd have to maintain the position her body was stretched into. 

Half teasing, half urgent, and she melted with every word. "God, you feel so fucking good....move your hips slower...."

She complied...her eyes shut, just feeling his gaze, and listening to his voice. It took her a minute to realize that his thumb was inching down towards her clit. 

When his thumb brushed over her, she whimpered, and instinctively speeded her movements. "Baby...I said slow....you'll get your chance."

She ached again....her stomach was tying itself into another knot, her heart pounding faster as she strove to keep herself moving slow on him. 

"Open your eyes, baby..." 

She did, and was treated with the spectacle of him....his deep sapphire eyes had a decidedly mischievous tint to them. He raised his finger to his mouth, and sucked on it, wetting it appropriately. She whimpered again, completely aware of what was going to happen. 

"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?"

She just nodded, doing everything humanly possible to keep from slamming down against him as hard as she could. 

"Tell me then...."

Her breasts were heaving madly...she couldn't stop herself....his voice, those soft commands, his thumb teasing her clit, and that wonderful cock buried in her....she rolled her hips harder. The desire to climax again was there, and she wasn't about to disobey. 

He swatted her ass playfully, his hand stroking her warm skin. She responded by fucking him back harder, pushing her hips back as roughly as she could. 

"I said....tell me...." 

She moaned softly, her voice barely a whisper. "You're gonna fuck me with that finger...."

She tightened her fingers against his thighs as his voice echoed in her head. 

"I am? Tell me more..." 

She blushed again...she desperately wanted it. Her voice grew even softer....a hint of shyness creeping into it. "You're gonna fuck my ass with that finger...."

"Then...tell me to..."

She gasped....his cock was wedged so securely inside her, and with his words, he pushed his hips up. The sudden movement made her head spin, and she felt that just by saying what she knew he wanted to hear, she might cum. The grunt that came from her body was animalistic, and her hips pushed down against his as hard as she could. His hand was already resting on her ass...cupping the creamy white flesh. 

"Tell me to, baby..." 

He knew exactly what he was doing to her. She was completely in control and so much out of control...it was a state of bliss. The tip of his finger glided against that soft, puckering flesh. 

Upon feeling that, she growled. "Fuck my ass."

Normally, she couldn't have said it. Or, she would have blushed when she did. But, only two things mattered right now. And number one was very close. 

The tip of his finger slowly pressed in and she gasped, her hips lurching as he pushed its way inside. She was breathing in huge gulps, wanting to stay completely conscious for it all. 

His finger eased slowly in. The burn in her ass was manageable, and she ground to a stop against him. But, to her surprise, he stopped with his finger just halfway in.

And, then, that growl.

"Baby? You said you were going to fuck me....now, do it..."

On the last part of that, his voice lowered from a soft baritone to an urgent bass, and she immediately complied, rolling her hips forward, then back, realizing his web was already set. Every movement forward, she mashed her clit into his thumb. Back, and his finger would sink deeper into her ass. 

She felt trapped, and at the same time, liberated...she pushed back hard, crying out as his finger buried into her ass, then forward, where she'd scream out when his thumb would molest her clit. Back, ass...forward, clit...and, his cock was firmly lodged inside her the entire time. 

It didn't take long. 

Her muscles tightened, and she squeezed down against him, as her body shuddered uncontrollably yet again. Her head was light and she felt like she couldn't breathe, her nerves only concentrating on his cock and fingers. When she did get some air, it was expelled quickly in the manner of a long, hoarse scream. Yet, she never stopped: despite her body screaming at her for less...she fucked him harder, faster. 

She felt consumed by everything, and she came again in a short fashion, and coated his cock and lap yet again with that delicious slick cream. His body reacted beneath hers, and he slammed up, and drove another scream from her. She felt him, his cock sawing roughly up into her. She felt the change, the throbbing of it as he pounded into her. 

His grunts didn't hide it, either. She rode harder while his finger and thumb mashed into her, fucking her from all angles...knowing full well that what was coming was the second piece of what she desired. 

His bellow preceded it. She loved that about him - the fact that he wasn't quiet. Another bellow followed, and then, she felt it: the explosion into her, the warmth spraying into her, over and over, as he spasmed beneath her. It gave her yet another climax, as she came again, grunting against him and crying out in a breathless gasp. 

****

Later, they lay in bed, wrapped around each other. 

She closed her eyes and felt him around her... the warmth again. 

Sleeping next to him was great, but it was waking up with him for another day that was so much better...



Staircase Dare



She opened her eyes and a sudden soreness spread all over her body. Her pussy started wetting just by thinking of what happened last night. 

It was a spontaneous and crazy Saturday night. Deciding to go clubbing with her friends, she called him. They've known each other for so long since they were both kids. He was strikingly handsome with great sense of humor, stylish hairstyle, brown eyes and a devilish smile. She wanted him bad the minute she saw him.

The music, the light, the atmosphere was perfect at the club. After several shots and mojito, she was already a bit wasted or maybe she wanted to be so. They went to one club after another. As they walked through the fire door and started up the staircase. Abruptly, he pushed her up against the wall just the way she likes. Rough. He was looking perfectly relaxed, utterly gorgeous and irresistible. His smooth lips pressed against hers. They started kissing breathlessly. His kisses were so hard her lips weaver on the edge of numbness and joy. His right hand began to move down her body, reach under her skirt, working his way up further. His fingers are brushing up against her pussy, he ripped her panties off. He knew that she is already wet. He separated her legs wide open, slipped his fingers inside her and started rubbing her clit. Slowly going in and out, while she can feel his other hand pinching her tits. Her nipples are so sensitive. He can feel her nipple harden through the lace bra. The trembling began from deep inside her. He moves his fingers in circles in a faster and harder rhythm. She couldn't keep quiet anymore. Her moans turned into screams. He continues to stoke her until climax shudders through her. 

"Kneel down" he said. She did as command, going down on her knees and unzipped his pants without hesitation. Gently wrapping her fingers around his huge dick. She lower her head and ran her tongue across the head. He moaned and thrust forward. She licked up from the base. Swirl him all the way up to the top. Licking and sucking every bit of him while one hand softly squeezing his balls. Her pussy was burning with desire. "Don't stop" he said placing his hand on the back of her head guiding her up and down. He started thrusting deeper into her mouth. She suck him even harder. He let out a cry and thrust one final time deep into her throat. He came inside her mouth. She swallowed with a sly smile and licking him clean. Honestly, she likes giving him oral sex. 

He positioned himself on the stair, pulling her closer to him. "Sit on me" said him. She pressed her pussy up to meet his hardening cock and rode him as hard as she can. He like seeing her squirm. Her fantasy came true in an instant. He was fucking her dirty on the stairs and they did not give a fuck if they were caught. 

"Have you ever tried sixty-nine before?" he asked.

"No. You can show me how to do it." She answered with a smile

"Just turned around and sit on my face!" he said as he turned her over.

She felt his tongue deep in her holes making lazy circles on her clit. 

"hmmm ahhhh" She couldn't help but squeal with pleasure. He knew she was cumming again soon, so he went to work on her clit. Sticking his tongue rapidly flicked it up and down, back and forth. She came, ejaculating all over his face. He slurping up every single drop of her love juice. In return, she went down on all fours. Her pussy was high in the air, dripping. He spank her hard. He spank her again. All she can feel was the special joy in pain. He stood behind her and pushed his hard dick deep into her sticky wet pussy. He fucked her like there's no tomorrow. He pumped her, straining and slipped his thumb into her ass. She could not hold back any longer. He started speeding up and wailed together as their orgasm exploded. 

Her friends appeared in the staircase right after they got dressed. She might had black out after a few more drinks, but who the hell cares about anything after a mind-blowing sex on the staircase. 

The real question is why would you settle for a vanilla sex when you've already taste the fire?



Stairs



And in the time it takes for her arms to slip from round his neck, her lips to pull gently from his, a wave of his lust has focused and thickened the moment. His hand twines in her hair, dragging her head backwards, exposing her throat. 

He bites. "Get up those stairs, now," is growled into her. She stumbles away from him, takes the three small strides required to set foot on the first tread. She mounts one step, two, her hand steadying her body on the cool wall. "Stop."

She stops. Heart is pounding, face is flushed, cunt moist. His hands explore her legs, waist, bum, tits; stroking and pinching. She is still in the shell of her clothing. Somewhat separated, still of herself, not fully exposed and vulnerable to him. "Get those jeans down." Not strip. Not totally naked for him, just bared and clumsily available to those proprietorial hands. 

He moans his appreciation to himself as he touches her, fondles the creamy white flesh, slaps it, hears the resounding cracks, watches it redden. He leans forwards and nips her, bites her, takes mouthfuls of flesh in his mouth, savouring it and almost tearing at it. 

He pushes her forward so that her face and arms catch and scratch on the rough carpet. Burns and scabbed over flesh later will document the assault. 

Her thong is pulled aside. His fingers stroke her lips. His fingers twirl delicately over the bump of her clit. His fingers scoop dribbling moisture forward, to tickle and tease. His fingers enter her. The biting continues; she is crying out, and oscillates – drawing her body to the steps, away from the sharpness, into the coarse and catching fibres of the carpet, and then drifting back towards his mouth when he pulls his teeth from her flesh. Then to the press of the stairs again.

She hears the wrench of the condom packet, feels the pressure from his fingers slacken as he dons it. Feels his cock press against her oozing pulsing cunt. She whimpers and moans, claws catlike at the carpet, finding purchase, lifting her body back to meet the hard heat of him, poised to enter her. 

His cock presses hard into her, her hips relentlessly ground onto the stair. Her body two or three steps up squashed hard under his full body weight. She is mewling. Her hair matted and damp in her sweat. Nails gripping at the carpet. He fucks and grunts and mutters to her. Tells her she is soaking, tells her to grip his cock hard. She squelches, clenching muscles. He moans, and wraps his hands round her neck, mashing her face to the carpet. She feels her clavicles hard pressed to the stairs. Ache and bruises and sore neck later will document the assault. She feels the heat of the air sealed shut inside her body. Her hearing wavers, her sight wobbles. He releases her; she gasps in a huge lungful of air, lets out an animal plea, and fucks her arse towards him. 

He pulls his cock from her sodden cunt, presses it against her anus. She freezes. No lube. No enema beforehand. No no no no no no no no. She is frozen. He leans down over her, pressing her, quashing her, humbling her. She wails at him. He whispers in her ear, "If I want to fuck this tight arse, with no lube, and without you having had an enema, I will. My pleasure. My three hole slut. My call. My body to do what I want with." She wails at him. And he pushes forward with his lower body, dryly forcing and stretching her. She wails at him. 

Tears escape her. No no no no no no no. She is mewling again, quivering, trying to relax. She's aware she's dribbling tears, snot and saliva on the stairs. 

His cock pulses all the way into her. She feels that sharp ache of her body admitting him. She can't like this. Can't want this. Can't believe he's doing this. No no no no no no. 

Yes. 

He fucks her, unrelentingly. Her body pummelled and mashed into the stairs. Her crying and mewling ebb and flow. Her body now wants him just where he is. No no no no no says her mind. 

"Oh yes, " he says. And she sobs and fucks back at him. Time dissolves into ribbons of heat and sensation. She feels. She moves. She is fucked and fucked and fucked. 

He withdraws. Whips the condom off. "Turn over." She somehow rehinges herself to twist and turn, aching and stiff. He thrusts his cock down her throat, gags her. She sucks him, licks him. He hardens further in her mouth. 

He tells her to stop. She whimpers in frustration. He tells her to pull her head from him, tilt her head slightly. Open her mouth. Wider. Wider. Good girl. 

He watches her face, her tongue, her greedy expression. He wanks. She waits, still. He wanks. She waits, groans at the sight of him. He wanks. She opens her mouth that tiny little bit wider, sticks her tongue out, and waits. 

He cries out and cums. And cums. And cums. She feels the warm wet of him squirt and dribble into her mouth. Though she cannot taste him. He squeezes his cock into her mouth. Every. Last. Drop. 

He tells her to swallow. She swallows. 

She collapses backwards on the stairs, arms akimbo, body splayed, jeans twisted tight around her ankles, thong skewed.

She cannot speak or move. Dominated, quashed, humbled. 

She smiles weakly up at him.



Stairway...



Thomas looked at the staircase before him. He'd climbed those stairs thousands of times, but a bad hip and failing health had kept him from ascending them for more than 3 years. Two of his granddaughters had stayed up there while attending the nearby college, but Thomas himself hadn't been up there in a long time.

His body was weak and tired ravaged by age and illness. Any other night he would not have even considered attempting what he was about to do. That night however he knew that he had to attempt it...no...not just attempt it...he knew that he had to reach the top.

Clutching firmly to the hand rail Thomas raised his left foot onto the first step and then with great effort pulled his right foot up as well. The going was slow. Three times he had to stop to stand and rest his legs. He was determined to go on though and after a 10 minute struggle his feet were both standing in the hallway of the second floor of his house for the first time in more than 3 years.

Thomas looked down the hallway. It was dark, but he could see just well enough to see his goal at the far end of the hall.

Taking steps that were more shuffling than actual walking Thomas made his way down the hall. When he finally reached his goal there were tears in his eyes. He turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open.

The room was dark...the lights hadn't been turned on since he'd last been there. There was no need for light though...he knew every inch of the room by heart. Thomas walked through the open doorway and into the room.

Thomas was blinded by a bright light as he walked through the doorway. He raised his arm to shield his eyes.

Thomas lowered his arm and opened his eyes and suddenly became confused and disoriented.

Instead of his bedroom he found himself standing in a beautiful meadow. After a moment he recognized the meadow. It was the place where he had first made love to his wife more than 60 years earlier.

"I've been waiting for you Thomas." Mary said.

That voice...he hadn't heard it in 45 years, but he knew it immediately. He turned...looking for the source of the voice. Thomas couldn't believe what he saw. There she was...just as she'd looked that day...completely perfect.

"Mary?" Thomas asked.

"Hello Thomas. I've been waiting for you." Mary said.

"Waiting...what...what is this place? Am I dreaming?" Thomas asked.

"No Thomas you aren't dreaming...you have no need for dreams anymore. You've finally come to me." Mary said.

"Come to you? Am I dead?" Thomas asked.

Mary put her arms around Thomas' neck and looked into his eyes.

"Yes Thomas. You died entering our bedroom and you were brought here so that we could be together again." Mary said.

"Our bedroom...I was heading to our bedroom." Thomas said.

"I know Thomas. I was watching you. It pained me to see you struggle like that to get up the stairs, but it also made me happy. For you...sick and withered by age to have the determination to climb those stairs and walk down that hallway so that you could be in our bedroom today. I couldn't have gotten a better gift Thomas." Mary said.

"It's our anniversary Mary...it's the 60th anniversary of the happiest...and 45th anniversary of the saddest day of my life." Thomas said.

"I know Thomas...I've seen you struggle to balance the joy and the pain of our anniversary for the past 45 years. That's what makes what you did tonight so special. You wanted to be where we had made so many happy memories and you gave your last breath to do it. That's true devotion and true love Thomas." Mary said.

Thomas' eyes filled with tears.

"I've missed you so much." Thomas said.

He pulled Mary into a firm embrace. She held onto him just as hard.

"I can't imagine how difficult the past 45 years have been for you Thomas. I've watched with pride as you raised our children and held our grandchildren and even our great grandchildren in your arms, but I've also been deeply saddened as I watched the nights where you would lay in bed crying for hours. I could see you which gave me a great deal of comfort, but you could not see me or feel me." Mary said.

Thomas pulled back from their embrace.

"I did feel you Mary...I felt you every day...right here." Thomas said.

He took her hand and put it over his heart.

"You remained in my heart the entire time." Thomas said.

"Oh Thomas...I love you." Mary said.

She leaned in and for the first time in 45 years Thomas and Mary Williams kissed.

"Do you recognize this place Thomas?" Mary asked.

"Yes...this is where we first made love...over there on a blanket under that tree." Thomas said.

"This was the most perfect place I had ever been...the most perfect day that I'd had...excluding our wedding and when the children were born. It was the most perfect day where the two of us were alone together. I couldn't think of any better setting for our reunion than right here. Make love to me Thomas...make love to me like you did that day. Make love to me like a man that hasn't made love to his wife in 45 years." Mary said.

She took Thomas' hand and led him towards the tree. There right where it had been 6 decades earlier was the blanket.

"Are you sure you want to make love to such a sick and withered old man?" Thomas asked.

"Thomas...the ravages of age cannot affect you here. You are as young and healthy as you were that day." Mary said.

Mary grabbed her purse, pulled out the little mirror in her makeup and handed it to Thomas. He looked and saw a familiar face...a much younger version of himself.

"So time has no meaning here?" Thomas asked.

"No...we can be as young and beautiful as we want for all eternity." Mary said.

"Could we make love for eternity?" Thomas asked.

"Yes of course...we can do whatever we want Thomas...this is heaven." Mary said.

"Then we'd better get started...eternity isn't long enough for me to make love to you." Thomas said.

Mary smiled and they began making love like they had on that first day.



Stairway to Heaven



They were only halfway up the stairs to the bedroom when they collapsed in a heap, groaning and kissing and fondling each other's bodies. They were too turned on to even continue upstairs, they needed each other right then. Jason was behind Michelle, rubbing his hard cock against the firm flesh of her ass, squeezing her hips. Michelle was only slightly distracted by kissing Sara. The women were kissing passionately as they fondled each other's tits, rubbing and tweaking nipples and the soft underside of each other's breasts. 

Together, Jason and Sara stripped off Michelle's tight black dress, exposing her lithe body. Sara purred as she ducked down to catch Michelle's swaying tits in her mouth, tonguing and sucking the nipples. Steven moved down a step and placed his hands on Michelle's ass cheeks, separating them as his tongue found the rosy bud of her anus and played over it, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings there. 

Michelle was caught up in the pleasure of having two mouths and two sets of hands on her at once. She rubbed her breasts as Sara sucked the nipples and licked around them in swirls, moaning loudly as Sara's dark hair fell over her creamy flesh. "So sexy," she panted, "so sexy." Jason's thumb was flicking over Michelle's hard clit, dripping with her cunt cream, as his tongue explored her tight asshole. Her thighs were shaking, and as Sara nipped softly at one of Michelle's nipples, she came with a wet shudder. 

Both Jason and Sara pulled back quickly. Jason undid his pants, stroking his rock-hard cock as he stared at Michelle's wet, pulsing pussy. Michelle rolled over and spread her legs wide for him. Her cunt was shaved nearly smooth and they could all watch Jason's wide shaft spreading her pussy lips as he eased inside. Sara sat down on the step above Michelle's face and then eased down onto her mouth. 

Jason held onto Michelle's thighs as he began pumping in and out of her cunt. He stared as the women pleasured each other, Sara's hands massaging Michelle's large breasts. Michelle's head was tilted back and her tongue was exploring Sara's dripping pussy, darting in and out of the folds and tweaking her clit lightly as it flicked back and forth. 

Sara's pussy juices were slipping down Michelle's chin as she sucked hungrily at the other woman's cunt. She held Michelle's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, rolling them back and forth. Michelle's moans of pleasure, matching Jason's firm thrusts, were muffled by Sara's slippery muff, but it didn't dim anyone's enthusiasm. 

Michelle rolled over and Jason sank his prick into her pussy from behind, his shaft shining with her juices. She was kneeling on the stairs as he stood behind her, holding her hips. Sara was still sitting on the step above Michelle, her legs spread wide as she offered her dripping muff to Michelle's mouth. Michelle sucked eagerly on Sara's cunt lips and then slid her tongue down for a moment, playing with Sara's asshole the way Jason had played with hers. 

Sara tangled her fingers in Michelle's hair, and holding herself up with another hand braced on the step, bent her legs further and began riding Michelle's face, dragging her pussy back and forth over Michelle's mouth. Jason's thrusts were getting faster and faster, and Michelle's tits were swaying back and forth. He moved his hands from her hips and cupped her breasts in his hands instead. 

Michelle moaned into Sara's cunt as the motion of Jason's balls bouncing against her clit made her come again. She thrust her tongue deep into Sara's pussy, wiggling it back and forth as Sara shuddered and came, soaking Michelle's face with her juices. Jason, unable to resist the sound of the women's moans, thrust hard into Michelle's pussy, emptying his balls inside her steamy tunnel. 

Jason pulled back, panting, but no sooner had his dick left Michelle's cunt, than Sara was shifting down a few steps. She spread Michelle's pussy lips, and Jason's cum oozed out in a thick white trickle. Sara grinned and lowered her mouth to Michelle's pussy, sucking the creamy white fluid from her slit as Michelle moaned in pleasure. 

"Shall we go upstairs?" Jason asked, tilting his head. The women didn't notice. They seemed perfectly happy eating each other out right there on the stairs, and Jason wasn't about to complain at all.



Stairway to Heaven



She entered the house. Turning on the landing, she sees him standing there, with all but a shirt on. His smile melts the inner soul of her body. The temptation, the need, she can't hold back. She won't hold back. His cock is hers for the taking. 

Leaning on the one step up to the kitchen, she takes hold of his cock. His hand going through her hair. Opening her mouth, his cock slides in. Still somewhat limp, but hardens with each suck. With each tongue lash on his shaft. Her eyes close, then open, but looking at pubic hair and skin, she closes them again. Envisioning what is yet to come. 

Knowing full well he is looking down at her as she takes it deeper into her mouth. Watching with each movement her head makes. Fucking his cock with her mouth. The sounds one makes when sucking are vibrant. 

His hand reaching down her sweatshirt she has on. Rubbing the outside of her bra. Her nipples perk up. Trying to keep her arm from interfering with his grasp. Taking a deep breath. As this excites her. 

His hand makes its way under the silk material of her bra. Pinching, so softly but so sensually, that she feels her pants start to get moist.

Sucking harder, letting his cock out of her mouth, her saliva keeping it wet. The feeling that he is about to release his cum into her mouth. Not yet she thinks, not yet.

She stops. Kicking off her shoes. Walking up the steps, following him into his bedroom. As she passes the kitchen, she drops her jacket.

He pushes the blankets back on his bed. Laying down on his back. His head resting on the pillow. She crawls up between his legs. Still a word has not been spoken.

She loves sucking his cock. And he knows this. It's been a long time for them. Time has not been on their side.

Taking hold of his cock. Her hand now able to get at his balls. Massaging them gently between her fingers. Then taking each into her mouth, one at a time. Sucking, almost tugging at them. All the while her hand on his shaft. The gleam in her eyes said it all. So wickedly devilish. 

She kissed her way up his body. Her knees resting on the opposite sides of his hips now. Her lips touching his. 

Her hand now running through his hair. Looking into his eyes. Knowing it was and is going to be well worth it. His hand reaching down, playing with his cock. She turns and rests her head on his chest. Watching him, watching it. Turning occasionally to see the look on his face as he gets closer and closer to cumming.

Telling him not yet. You have to cum inside me. I want to feel your cock spray inside me. Promise me you won't let it cum til then. 

He slowly moves her over onto her side. Her one leg on top of the blanket. He moves down to her ass. Taking each cheek, and spreading it slightly apart. His tongue stretches out to get into her hole. She feels the pressure as it enters her ass. As dirty as it seems, she loves every second of it. 

His tongue darts in and out. Then he rises. Turns her on her back. Taking a breast in his hand. Wrapping his lips around the nipple. He likes to suck hard. Almost like he is biting. The slight pain arouses her. And sends her into a moment like no other. Her pussy wettens like never before. He goes from one breast to the other.

Falling to his side, he still has the one nipple in his mouth. She knows he has sucked too hard, as later she finds "hickey" like marks around one. 

Her hand finds its way to her sopping pussy. Rubbing just the outside lips, her fingers soaking up the cum. Smearing it on his cock, she wraps her fingers around it. The wetness helping to aid the pumping job she is doing.

Taking him to the doorway of cumming yet again. But stopping. Not allowing him to cum.

She tells him that his tongue is not in the proper place. Now get down there and do what you are supposed to be doing.

With the orders, he slides down. Bending her legs up so her knees are in the air. So tenderly, he licks her pussy lips. Her hands grasping for the sheet under her as orgasm after orgasm hits. Her upper body heaving with excitement and desire. Her bottom, staying paralyzed in that position so he can eat her out more and more. His tongue happy to have the taste of her cum on it. 

He rises up next to her. She lays on her side. Him on his back. His fingers raking over her arms and shoulders in a gentle massage. Both just relaxing. Both just taking it in.

Time passes quickly and she must go. 

The next time is what is on her mind. Although she brought him to the brink of orgasm, she won't let him stop next time. Next time would the steps to heaven be involving cum in her mouth? Perhaps she would be sprawled on the kitchen table as he eats "lunch"? There is so many possibilities now isn't there?



Stairway to Heaven



Shruti sat next to her husband Manav in the dim light of their car as the driver drove past the park which was commonly known as the "Garden of Earthly delights". At night the roads were lined with hundreds of glistening bodies for hire to satisfy sexual pleasures and unspoken desires – male, female and everything in between.

As the taxi slowly drove on these roads Manav's eyes were fixed on these seminude people passing by. There were females in all sorts of dresses- topless, French maid uniforms, nurses and everything one can think of.

Shruti knew this place is well known for the guilty pleasures so to distract Manav she placed a hand on his lap close to his dick and was happy to find that his dick was still not erect. She found satisfaction knowing that other girls don't attract him. This was enough to make a conservative Indian female more than happy.

Beyond these females there was a group of Black men in G-strings who turned towards their car and flexed their buttocks. And what came next was a shock for both of them; gorgeous red hair women lifted her miniskirt to reveal that she was not, in fact, a woman.

But what shocked Shruti the most was his husbands cock which was dead till now had suddenly got a life of its own and was tenting in his trousers. Shruti was shocked beyond belief that her husband got an erection while looking at guys and a shemale.

Shruti loved her husband beyond anything else and didn't want to embarrass him so she just slowly moved her hand away from his crotch and was staring at him watching his eyes glued on the obscenities passing by.

In a fraction of few minutes they left the garden far behind and slowly the drive drove them home. They both acted as if nothing had happened and went on with their household work.

While retiring to bed Manav pulled Shruti into his arms and kissed her full on her lips. The kiss was becoming passionate by the moment and their bodies clung to each other for what seemed like ages. When the kiss ended Manav just tore at his own clothes, this was the fastest he had got undressed. Once naked in bed he removed her blouse and skirt, leaving her in black high heels, black stay up stockings and bra and panties, just the way he liked it.

While she was still standing, he knelt down in front of her, removed her panties and rubbed her throbbing clit with olive oil. 

"That is so sensational," she whispered as she parted her legs and rubbed her nipples through the bra.

Soon his hands were all over his ample bosom, pinching at her hardening nipples. Soon he had one of her 36B tits in his hand while the other was getting a royal treatment from his tongue. He snakes his tongue all over her long brown nipples and sucked at them like he was trying to milk them.

Soon Shruti pushed him of her and he sat straight his cock pointing straight towards the ceiling. Shruti crawled on her knees and grabbed his cock and jacked it a few times. Then she gave the tip of his cock a long nice lick with her tongue, and she pulled down the skin of his uncircumcised dick and licked the sensitive underside of my swollen penis. Then she got faster as she crammed more of his massive cock in her mouth as she started licking and sucking it. She grunted and moaned as he fondled with her tits. She licked all the way from the top of his cock to the base and then licked his sensitive balls.

With sex in the air now, Shruti was horny as hell and wanted his cock in her clean shaven pussy. She asked him to mount her and fuck her like crazy. He slowly teased the entrance to her hairless pussy with the head of his cock then slowly pushed it in halfway.

He continued to rock his hips back and forth pushing more and more of his throbbing penis inside Shruti's body with each thrust. She could see the sweat beginning to form on his brow as he became more forceful and after a few more strokes he had finally managed to get his entire length completely inside her pussy. Their present condition looked like they had been glued in their pubic area.

She moaned aloud as she writhed in an orgasm. Beads of perspiration had formed on her beautiful face. Their moaning grew louder and they both were close to an orgasm. He increased his pace and she moved her hips in perfect co-ordination to match each of his strokes.

As they neared climax Shruti asked him to shoot in her waiting mouth, so he hurriedly pulled out his meat of her pussy and thrust it into her mouth. She began sucking his cock like a pro and within few seconds he was shooting his thick wad inside her mouth. The amount was too much for her mouth to hold and some of it spilled out. As his orgasm began to subside he pulled out of her mouth cum still shooting from it and it landed on her beautiful face.

Her face was now covered in jizz and her mouth held the rest of his man seed. What happened next had never happened before, she got up and kissed him full on his mouth and pushed his jizz back into his mouth. Their tongues were now snow bowling and kissed more passionately than ever.

After their kiss was over she smiled at him and asked him to clean up the mess he had made on her face and without hesitation he got to work lapping up his own juices. As he was cleaning her face Shruti was lost in some deep thoughts.

When he could see no more cum on her face Manav rolled next to his wife who still lay stark naked on the bed and cuddled her, her back towards him as he went of to sleep

Manav was now sound asleep but Shruti was still awake, shocked by the events that happened today. She moved out his grip slowly making sure not to awake him and switched on the internet and began searching for something.

.......................Please leave your comments and what you think should come next as I prepare the next episode of this strange love story................... 



Stairway to Heaven



We sit in the darkened car. He reaches toward me and runs his finger down my throat, down to where my breasts are nestled in the low cut top of my dress. His finger comes to rest in the hot crease.

"Do you want to come inside?" he asks. "Our evening doesn't have to end now. Come inside. I have another gift for you."

I look over at him. "But, this whole evening has been a wonderful gift. You always do something romantic and special for my birthday and each year it only gets better and better. Tonight was a perfect night." I say. "I don't need another present."

He continues to run his finger over, between and around my breasts. My nipples now clearly visible through the thin material. My braless state obvious.

"This is a special gift. It is something that I know that you will enjoy. Come with me," he demands.

"Yes, Steve" I agree. We exit the car and walk toward his front door. His arm slides around my waist. Warm and possessive.

As we step inside and he turns on the light to the stairway, he tells me to go upstairs. My gift is in his bedroom.

"I would imagine it is," I say, smiling. This won't be the first time that an evening ends in a hot and lusty coupling on his king-size bed.

I lead the way up the steps. His hands cup and caress my swaying bottom. I, ever the temptress, give an extra swing to my steps. A chuckle and a pat on my ass is the reward.

As I reach the landing, I turn and face him. I take his hands and I walk backwards to his bedroom — leading him in through the doorway. He flips the light switch on the wall and I turn toward the bed.

And scream.

"What the..." I cry. I turn toward my lover. "Who.. what?" I stammer.

"Darling," Steve says, "Meet your gift for the evening."

I turn back to face the naked man on the bed. He was a beautiful young thing... all tanned skin and dark hair. A swimmer's body and magnificently endowed.

"Happy birthday," my lover says, gesturing to the man. "I thought about buying you another sex toy for your collection. But, I thought why not get you the real thing. This is Bob. We met at the gym. We started talking and one thing lead to another...and here he is." 

"Hello and happy birthday," the naked Bob says.

I am still in shock. I stand, not knowing where to look. But, I must admit, my eyes are drawn to the body on the bed. I look into my lover's eyes and see the question there. I can tell that he is beginning to second guess this particular idea.

As my heartbeat slows to somewhat normal, I start to see the advantages to my situation. My imagination begins running a silent film of possible scenarios and I begin to appreciate the genius of this particular birthday gift. My embarrassed blush turns into a flush of sexual excitement.

I wink at Steve and kiss him. His grin is all the answer that I need. I turn to Bob and tell him thanks for the birthday wishes. I decide to take this encounter into my own hands.

"Steve, please sit in the chair here beside the bed." I point and he sits. I walk to the bed, turn my back to Bob and ask him to please sit up and slowly unzip my dress. I am looking into my lover's eyes as I wait for a strange man's hands on me. As Bob complies, I feel his warm breath on my neck and his fingers on my hips. He pulls me between his spread thighs. 

The zipper slowly opens revealing my bare back and the lacy elastic of my black thong. Bob lets the straps fall down my arm, freeing the dress to slide to my feet. I stand before both men mostly naked. 

Heels and a thong - the perfect "bad girl" wardrobe choice.

As I stand, nearly naked, facing my lover, I feel a large, tan pair of hands sliding around from my back... grabbing my breasts and squeezing. A hard cock is pressing against my ass cheeks. I look at Steve to see if he is appreciating the contrast between my creamy white breasts and pink nipples and the dark pair of masculine hands surrounding them. He seems to be mesmerized.

Steve rises from the chair. As he walks toward me, he reaches into his pocket and pulls a small packet out. He stands before me and takes my hand and places the condom in my palm. 

He leans in and whispers, "Enjoy yourself, my dear. I will be here to watch, but remember... your ass is mine."

I smile and kiss his lips. "Of course," I reply.

I turn toward the bed, showing that ass to my generous lover. I feel a hot little spank on my left cheek. I glance back over my shoulder and smile.

"Ummm, my delicious birthday gift," I say to the stranger. "Whatever will I do with you?"

"Well..." stammers the young man.

"No, dear," I interrupt. "That was a rhetorical question. All you need to do is to lie there and keep that magnificent cock of yours interested. Okay?"

He nods.

"Well, first thing I need to do is to take off this thong. Would you care to remove it for me?" I ask the naked man.

He nods. As he moves his hands to my hips, I shake my head no.

"I would rather you do it with your teeth." I suggest. I could tell by the condition of his cock that he liked this idea... a lot.

He climbs off the bed and kneels at my feet. He places his lips on my stomach and kisses it. 

"A nice ad lib," I am thinking. 

Then a little lick before moving down to the fabric of my thong. He rubs his face across the front lace of the crotch... breathing in my scent. He places a kiss on the triangle of fabric. His teeth grazes across the area. I shiver in anticipation. He moves his mouth to each side of my hip and with his teeth, he pulls each strap downward, alternating the sides and pulling it off of my generous hips. They fall to the floor landing around my heels. I step up and out of them. 

I glance back to my lover to gage his reaction. His fly is open and his impressive cock is definitely liking this. His hand is slowly stroking his prick. 

"Back on the bed, my pet," I tell the young man. "That was a very sweet job of taking off my panties. Do you taste as sweet?"

Saying this, I lean in and lick the tip of his cock. This action is met with not one, but two, masculine groans. I am really enjoying this. Steve, who has been the recipient of much of my oral fascination with the male cock, knows what is in store for this young man. Just this knowledge (and the view of my ass as I bend over) brings a bead of clear liquid to the crest of his cock. He slides a finger over the head and smears the pre-cum over his cock. 

I believe he is surprised by how much he is enjoying the performance being played out in front of him. His very own porn show. I intend to make it a great one.

I remove my concentration from Steve, knowing that he is in good hands, and instead, focus on my new toy. I climb up on the bed and straddle him around the knees. This puts me into direct contact with his cock. And it allows an unobstructed view for my lover. Just a sideways glance, and I can see his reaction to my ministrations to this young mans cock and balls. 

I lean in and kiss the tip of his cock. Then my tongue licks him, starting at the base and making a trail back up to the head. It leaves a wet line up his prick. 

He pushes up with his hips, an involuntary reaction. But, instead of the whole mouth around his cock that he obviously wants, I pull back and lick at and around his shaved balls.

"Ummm," I think. "A very well groomed young man. Very nice."

My tongue lifts one ball, then the other. I suck one of the sacks into my mouth, gently applying pressure and pulling up and away from his crotch. Then the other one. The combination of my warm mouth and the pulling and sucking action elicits a groan from my pet. 

And then I move a finger to the ring of his ass and tap it. My pet is begging me... 

"Oh baby," he mumbles. "Please, suck me. Suck it." 

Well, he did say "Please," and being a nice, polite Southern woman that responds to these niceties, I move my lips up and over the head of his cock. I take the length of him into my mouth and push him to the back of my throat. My throat muscles contract, milking the head and almost taking him over the edge by the unexpectedness of it. 

Just a little party trick of which I am justifiably proud. 

But that was too much, too soon. So I raise my head from his crotch and pump my mouth up and down his cock, giving a little suction and pull each time. I can feel him grow harder and wetter. 

He removes his hands from the sheets that he was grasping and he smoothes his hand through my hair. But, he knows better than to grab the strands to control the action. I only allow that liberty with my lover... not my pet.

I can feel him reaching a point that ends the oral portion of our program. I lean back and take a look at the angry, young cock before my eyes. 

I reach over on the bed and pick up the condom. Tearing the wrapper with my teeth, I pull it out and slowly roll it down and over the human dildo in my hands. Very nice.

I look over at Steve, still sitting in the chair fully clothed (if a bit disheveled by this point).

"Would you care to join us?" I ask him. "I would love to have you watch from behind as I sit on this young man's cock. Then, if you would be so kind, I would love for you to fuck my ass while I am doing him. After all, my ass belongs to you."

As my lover undresses, I lean forward and crawl up the naked body lying under me. I slide my hand up to my chest and place my breast and nipple in his face.

"Lick me," I demand. "Suck me."

His mouth fastens upon my breast, upon my nipple - pulling and sucking. I feel an answering pull in my pussy, in my clit. Having my breasts sucked creates an electric current that runs straight to my vagina. I rub my pussy across his abdomen, grinding the juice into his skin. He will smell of me.

My nipples signal that I need to have more.

I pull my nipple from between his lips. I sit back a bit and place both hands on my tits. My hands squeeze then bounce them. Then, I give a little slap to the nipples and squeeze them again. His eyes follow my rough play. As he watches my hands and tits, I slowly back up his body until I feel his prick under me. It seems to be hunting hungrily for my wet opening. I raise my hips and impale myself on him. One sharp downward thrust of my hips and I am filled to the back wall of my pussy.

Now, the groans of three people fill the room. I am so full... almost, but not quite to the point of pain. I lift my hips and pull on his cock with my internal muscles, gripping as I lift off of him. I stop just at the crease of the head. I pause a second... we both catch our breath and then I slam down hard on his cock. My clit comes to rest on him and I twist my hips a bit to rub it against him. This causes my pussy to twirl around his cock. I then start pumping him in earnest. Up and down, up and down. With each stroke, I pull and push with my muscles, milking him...fucking him.

I feel my lover's breath on my neck. For just the space of a moment, I had been so intent on fucking this young stud that I had forgotten his presence. He reminds me by reaching around and grabbing my tits... a mirror action of my earlier efforts. He squeezes and pinches. He knows how I like them handled. Roughly. And meanwhile, my fuck toy reaches up and slides a hand between our sweaty bodies. He presses one hard finger onto my clit.

I am feeling on the verge of out-of-control.

I turn my head, looking at my lover.

"Steve," I pant. "Please, fill me. Put your cock in my ass and fill me up."

He grips my hips to hold me still. This leaves the young stud to raise and lower his hips to take over the pumping motion. Steve places the tip of his lubricated cock at the back entrance and slowly pushes forward. Pulls back. The young man inside me knows instinctively to stop moving until the cock in my ass is deep inside me. Steve pushes slightly more forward... resting and letting me take him past the rim of pain and into my hot smooth tunnel. He pushes into me completely.

For the first time, I am double penetrated. I am so full of cock - so full of my own sexuality. Enough woman for two men; enough woman for an army of men. I imagine them lined up along the walls of the bedroom, waiting their turn. Their eyes burning into me. Oh, yes, the power of the slut!

I lean forward, placing my tits on the broad chest in front of me. The stud toy inside my pussy pushes forward and upward. This causes a gasp from my lover. He can feel the other man's cock through the thin walls of my pussy. He feels the head of the cock brush against his cock. He pulls back out of me, retreating to the rim, but no further. Then, when he feels the other cock start its downward pump, he pushes back into my ass. The two cocks meet halfway through the motion.

The two men choreograph their motions to mirror the other. One in, one out... sliding against each other. The friction between the two cocks causing my pussy and ass to heat up, a scorching wet heat that penetrates us all.

The pressure of the cock in my ass changes the angle of the cock in my pussy. It pushes more forward and the stroke isn't quite as deep. This places the head of the cock in my pussy right onto my g-spot. After a few pushes and bumps, my pussy responds with a gush of female juices. I squirt all over both men, flooding us in sex. I cum so hard, I see stars.

The unexpectedness of the release of my ejaculate, sends my boy toy over the edge. He pumps a few more times - hard. And then, pressing upward with his body, he convulses with jerks and twitches and cums in his latex covered condom. I feel every jolt.

And I realize, that if I am feeling every spasm, then Steve is feeling this man cum in me, too.

My ass grips my lover's cock and causes him to fire his cum deep in my ass. A long, steady stream of hot liquid. The nerve endings inside me registers every twitch and magnifies it tenfold.

I cum again. This time, I give a scream of pure pleasure that morphs into a carnal moan.

Steve rolls the three of us over onto the bed. I am still connected to both men, sandwiched between them. So delicious and erotic. This situation is one of my fantasies come to life.

Slowly, Steve's cock slips from inside me. My toy, now limp and exhausted, also slides out. My lover nestles behind me, and my birthday present presses into the front of me. We start to doze off in that position.

"Hmmm, maybe a short nap is what we need," I think just before drifting off. "Then there are a few other ideas I would like to try."

I turn back to Steve and say, drowsily,

"Thank you, my dear. This was a perfect birthday gift. Just wait until you see what I give you for your birthday next month. There is this girl I know..." 



Stairway to Heaven



Many thanks to Destiny_Parker for editorial assistance. Thank you, thank you. Feedback would be appreciated. If you like it let me know, if you don't like it let me know why so I can improve. Enjoy. 

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Adrian and Beth were enjoying each other's company on a quiet Saturday afternoon after a long week of work. Both had demanding jobs that seemed to consume all their time and energy and they savored their weekends together. During the week their working hours frequently ran late into the evenings and they usually brought work home to complete. But it was worth it because they were able to buy a home in a neighborhood they liked and send their daughter to a top notch college for an education they hoped would one day pay off in an excellent job opportunity.

They both knew the work situation would ease up one day and right now they were paying their dues, as it were. They were still enjoying the recent quiet of empty nesters and rediscovering how much they enjoyed being with each other. They now liked to stay at home sometimes, just the two of them. They married relatively young, Adrian just out of college and Beth just starting, and had immediately started a family.

Their daughter was born when Beth was still eighteen and was every bit as beautiful as her mother. So much so that now mother and daughter were frequently thought of as sisters or friends when out in public. Beth, now almost forty, had retained her good looks and figure and Adrian was still handsome and trim. With their only child at college on the other side of the state, it was like they were dating again and they loved it. 

Tonight both pitched in to create a nice dinner at home. Adrian worked his culinary magic on a fresh from the market filet of fish he was going to bake. They made a good team in the kitchen, each working in their own space on their respective dishes. He occasionally glanced admiringly over at Beth as he seasoned the fish and combined olive oil, capers, tomatoes, chicken stock and wine into a fabulous sauce. She was intent on chopping veggies and washing salad greens, taking a sip of her wine every now and then, never noticing he was watching her. There was nothing overtly sexy about her fixing that salad but his mind was leaping forward to after dinner thoughts of Beth in the bedroom. Maybe it was the way she was standing, slightly bent over the counter, with her hip jutted out a little and her long legs looking delectable. Adrian thought those legs would look better entwined around his waist, or on his shoulders, or maybe wrapped around his head. He wondered if Beth was having any of the same thoughts.

After enjoying dinner and a nice white wine, they retired to the lanai to catch the last strands of the pink-purple sunset signaling the end of another revolution. Beth snuggled up to Adrian as the last ray of sun disappeared below the horizon and whispered, "I love being here with you." Adrian held her close and sighed, "This is where we belong," then bent to kiss her full red lips that parted when they met his own. That kiss turned into a deeper, longer, open mouth kiss and Adrian slid his large hands around Beth's firm smooth hips and down to cup the ass he had always adored. In fact Beth's ass was secretly the object of adoration of many men who knew her, as well as quite a few women. Her delicious bottom was one of her assets, but her dirty blond, shoulder length curls and greenish blue eyes certainly complemented the whole sexy package that featured prominent, but not overly large, firm breasts that defied the effects of gravity. 

Beth smiled up at Adrian with happy eyes and said, "Think the dishes can wait till morning?" She ground her smoldering pelvis into his groin in a not too subtle hint.

"Hell yes," he replied, answering her humping with his own. With his hand protectively on her firm butt and her hand in his back pocket they headed back inside through the French doors and down the hall toward the bedroom. Since they had gotten the house to themselves their love making had definitely been more frequent and arduous. So much so that they had recently began referring to it as 'fucking', implying it was as much about enjoying the sex as it was about making love. The term 'fucking' seemed to make it naughtier or more risqué. Sex between them now was indeed much naughtier than before and sometimes down-right dirty and nasty. They loved it. 

Upon entering the bedroom, Adrian quickly cued up their favorite porno movie and slowly began undressing Beth. He kissed each body part as it became bare, spending time lavishing attention on her expressive nipples as they were freed from the sexy confines of her bra and nuzzling the warm spot between her legs as her lacy panties were peeled down. She in turn undressed him, removing his shirt first and then sinking to her knees to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants and boxers in one motion. As she slowly pulled them down she watched his crotch in anticipation of his cock coming into view and was totally surprised when it sprang free and hit her under the chin with a 'plop'.

"Someone's ready I see," she grinned.

Adrian lustily pulled her up onto the bed and said, "I put our favorite video in." This was a video they had accidentally discovered a few months back that featured a scorching threesome scene that took place on a tall winding staircase. They watched it only occasionally because it was totally hot and ensured exhausting sex for both of them. It freed their libidos and they saved it for special occasions. He thought tonight should be a special occasion. The video contained submission, pounding anal sex, girl-girl sex, and two women pleasing one man. In the video all three cum loud, hard, and long at the same time. 

This scenario was so foreign to any sex experience Adrian and Beth had ever had, but it kick started their libidos all the same. Neither had ever ventured into sex with more than one partner, neither had ever had sex with a different partner since their marriage, and neither had tried anal sex. Now all these possibilities burned brightly in the deep dark recesses of their lusty brains. The video reminded them of the fantasies that each secretly hoped would one day come to fruition. For now, watching the forbidden scene always ended in satisfying orgasms for both. The thought of actually experiencing this was just under the surface but the mind blowing sex they experienced from watching it was very real. 

Adrian and Beth slowly fondled each other as the scene unfolded on screen; pacing themselves for what they knew was coming. Beth nestled into the protective crook between Adrian's shoulder and neck and stroked his growing cock slowly while Adrian gently ran his fingertips up and down Beth's warm, totally smooth and rapidly moistening lady lips and gently drew circles lightly over her stiffening nipples. They tried to go slow, to extend the pleasure, but when Adrian slid down to kiss Beth on the upper thigh and outer pussy lips, as he applied increasing pressure to her now distended rock hard nipples, things started to quickly heat up. As the trio on the screen began their decent into pleasure with the domineering maid scornfully ordering the submissive wife to do a better job on licking her beautifully close trimmed pussy, Adrian responded by blazing a path with his warm wet tongue up Beth's inner thigh leaving a trail of goose bumps on her upper leg.

He slowly let his tongue wander up to the point where her ass cheeks met. Then paused, his wet tongue resting very close to the star of her anus. Beth's whole body tensed up, not knowing what Adrian's intentions were with her ass. She was unsure if she was ready to venture into unknown territory. She was already too aroused to stop him from taking her ass and she really didn't want him to stop, not really. In fact she pushed her ass onto his probing tongue with a little hip flex, encouraging him if that was where he wanted to go.

In a teasing move he pressed further with his tongue causing Beth to sigh into her pillow as she watched the action on the screen. He retreated and continued his wet journey to the bottom of her drenched pussy and then oh so slowly split open her shinny lips with his tongue, slightly wagging it side to side as if to further split the pussy lips open. Beth was now clenching her pillow with one hand and roughly pinching and pulling her right nipple with the other hand as the wife on the screen was being forced to admit she in fact wanted to be fucked in the ass by the overly large cock that was currently balls deep in her sopping pussy.

As Adrian's tongue continued its journey up her wet slit Beth humped her hips upward to increase the contact and her hands came down to grip the back of his head to better direct his movements. He didn't tease anymore. He followed her lead straight to her throbbing clit, running his tongue lightly over the stiff nub and then slowly and completely around it before trapping the sensitive point between his lips and sucking hard at her center. Beth bucked hard, twice into his face, then exploded into a long gut wrenching orgasm just as the onscreen cock pierced the tight confines the onscreen wife's ass who had her face buried in the pussy of the domineering maid. 

Beth slowly recovered after her first exhausting orgasm before she smiled sweetly at Adrian and breathily whispered, "thank you," as she kissed a trail down his flat muscular tummy to his rock hard throbbing cock. Adrian was having trouble deciding whether to watch the action on the screen or watch Beth who was smiling wickedly at him. Beth mirrored the movements of the onscreen wife as she slowly engulfed the head of Adrian's cock and made an ever so slow kiss and suck just on the head, like on screen. She then took long hard sucks up and down the shaft and when the onscreen wife was being admonished for not sucking harder and deeper, Beth sucked as hard as she could. She slowly took Adrian's steel hard shaft as deep as ever and held it in her throat, just as the onscreen wife was forced to do. She could taste the pre cum leaking from Adrian's shaft as she slid her lips back to the top of his cock before releasing it with a 'plopping' sound. She smiled her sexy, wicked smile as she said, "Fuck me now, right now!"

Beth rose up on her hands and knees and turned around so Adrian was behind her as she bent over on all fours presenting Adrian with her shinny engorged pussy lips and beautiful ass. She then leaned further down so her tender nipples smashed into the rough fabric of the bedspread and her pussy and ass were even more exposed and vulnerable to Adrian's whim. Adrian approached Beth's pussy with his throbbing saliva wet cock and slowly split apart her pussy lips with his angry looking member. He slid all the way into her steamy cunt until his hips were pressed into the cheeks of her ass and he held there for long seconds. Beth's breath slowly escaped into the pillow and her sigh of pleasure was echoed by his own. She raised her eyes to see the screen just as the onscreen wife was licking the clit of the maid and her husband was pounding deep into the small tight ass of the whimpering maid.

There was a crescendo as Adrian slammed into Beth while the onscreen threesome neared a screaming orgasm. Just as the video threesome orgasamed, the husband cumming in the maid's ass and his cum dripping out and down over her wide open pussy and over the wife's exploring tongue and face, so did Adrian and Beth. "Yes f-f-f fuck me hard," she cried out. And he did.

Relaxing on the edge of sleep while cuddling spoon fashion with his front side plastered against her backside Adrian said, "That was so hot. I wonder if something like that could happen to us?"

Of course he was fishing to see if Beth truly enjoyed it and if she would ever be interested in expanding their sexual boundaries. His expectations were immediately shot down when she blurted, "No way that could happen with us." This response was expected but still he was crestfallen, then after a beat or two she giggled, "We don't have a staircase."

His spirits soared and his cock twitched as much as it could in its deflated worn out state snuggled between her beautiful ass cheeks. Her remark got a chuckle from Adrian who added that he could quickly build a staircase to nowhere in their sprawling one story ranch style house or a staircase to heaven as it were. Her response of, "get building then" left him speechless for a few beats and that led to a long pillow talk session about what each partner really wanted.

Both confessed that the video had been the hottest sex scene either had ever seen. They both agreed that they would like to experience something like it if the opportunity ever arose. Also both were in agreement that sex with others would have to be consensual and that it couldn't threaten their marriage or relationship. It would be "just sex", wonderful sex, but all the same, just sex, with no threatening emotional involvement with the other person or couple. Beth thought that a woman partner, like in the movie would be best, while Adrian was OK with another woman or a couple, or even another guy if Beth would like to experience two men and be the center of attention and the middle of a sexy sandwich. 

The phrase "build a staircase" later became married code for having sex or jokingly inquiring if a certain person would be a likely threesome candidate, as in, "Do you think Joyce could help us build that staircase?" 

Adrian cuddled Beth from behind and cupped her breasts with his fingertips just barely teasing her still puffy nipples, neither looking at the other in the darkened room, making it easier to intimately talk this way. 

With his lips caressing the back of her neck he whispered, "Would you rather be the wife or the maid?"

He got no response so he pressed on, "Would you like to be the domineering maid?" 

He felt her head move but couldn't tell if it was a head shake "No" or a nod "Yes". 

He held and caressed her a minute more and asked, "Would you like to be the submissive wife?" Again some movement but nothing discernible, he was still not sure.

Taking a chance he placed a thumb and forefinger around each nub of a nipple with a firm grasp and whispered into her neck, "You would rather be the submissive wife, wouldn't you?" A sound barely louder than a sigh emanated from her and he applied more pressure to each nipple along with a slight twisting motion and said, "Louder. Tell me which you'd rather be."

"Yes," she said into the safe haven of her pillow and then whispered back to him, "the wife. I would rather be the wife." "And you would be OK with pleasing the other woman?" a silent nod in the affirmative from Beth. "And the hard pussy pounding and deep anal sex part would be OK?" again a silent nod in the affirmative. 

Adrian was still spooning with Beth but the conversation and all the implications along with it had reinvigorated his once deflated cock that was still nestled between her ass cheeks. Only now his cock was thickening and lengthening and the head lay in a pool of his own warm, slippery pre cum that was leaking from his member like water from a cheap faucet. With their bodies still plastered together one of them would have to move to give his cock room to expand or it would have to find a place to move into. Neither Adrian nor Beth had any intention of moving away from the other.

Still he pressed with the questions, "Would you be OK with me having sex with the other woman while you also pleased her?" One more nod in the affirmative as his cock twitched in its warm slippery nest.

He pressed against her ass and she pressed back. "And if the guy in the threesome wasn't me, would that be OK?" He could feel Beth tense in his arms with the question but he could also feel her nipples harden and her hips involuntarily press back on his cock almost forcing it into the tight confines of her ass. This time there was no response from Beth so he increased the pressure on her tortured nipples and whispered, "Beth I need to know. What if the other man wasn't me and he was fucking your pussy and ass and filling you with his cum. Would you be OK with that?" He gripped her hard nubbins firmer, trying to elicit a response from her. A slight shrug of her shoulders was her only reply.

He prodded with a soft, "Beth?" He got a slight nod of her head this time but he pressed on, "Beth I need an answer now." He slid one hand down over her mound to her now drenched pussy and dragged one finger slowly through her wetness before gently circling her clit with his wet digit. Adrian thought her clit felt larger and more prominent than he ever remembered and he began a side to side movement over one side of her clit and then back over, softly battering the tender nub with his gentle assault.

"Maybe," she sighed as his full blown hard on pressed against her puckered star in a pool of wetness. Just as the slippery head of his impossibly hard shaft was about to part the tiny portal into her tightly clenched ass she pushed her hips backward, he pushed forward, and she sighed, "yes" just as his searching shaft slid from her ass to her hot welcoming pussy.

He slowly entered her and when his pelvis met her cheeks and he could go no deeper he paused to let her get used to his hard shaft in her moist center. After a minute of stillness he could feel her pussy grip him harder with her inner muscles.

"Yes," she cried again and Adrian withdrew slightly only to plow back into her harder and deeper, if that were possible. Adrian didn't know if Beth meant 'yes' fuck me or 'yes' she was OK with another man being involved but there was no stopping now. With long, deep, pounding strokes he pummeled the depths of her drenched pussy. She forced her hips back into his advances until she came around his cock as she rubbed her clit and he unloaded spurt after spurt of hot cum deep in her wetness. "Yes, yes, yes, I want it, all of it," she whispered as they once again came down from the heights of their orgasm.

They lay in each other's arms exploring their fantasies with the stipulation that neither was to judge or get jealous. Otherwise that would be the end of conversation and it wouldn't be mentioned again. No harm no foul. They learned a lot from each other that night but mostly they discovered they were more alike than they ever thought and more in love with each other than they realized.

Perfect honesty is not easy to achieve with yourself, much less with a partner. They discussed fantasies involving others, BDSM, exhibitionism, spanking, group situations and combinations of all of these. They came to the conclusion that the threesome in the sex video was almost the perfect scene and each would love for it to be real. But with who? How do you find a willing participant? You can't just ask your friends, as much as you might like to, and you can't just advertise the fact you're looking to bring someone into your bed. Names were discussed and rejected for one reason or another and they finally decided it would need to be someone they didn't already know.

They didn't give up on the idea and the thought of a tryst still fueled many lusty evenings in bed, but they began to realize it may not ever come to fruition.

One evening after work and her yoga class Beth sauntered in a little later than usual. He poured them both a glass of wine while he worked on dinner and she relaxed. While they were enjoying the wine Beth was watching Adrian stir the spaghetti sauce but she was unusually withdrawn and quiet, pensive even.

Adrian noticed and asked, "Everything OK babe?" She snapped out of her funky stupor, gave him a curious look, sidled to his side and hugged him. With her face snuggled into his neck she whispered, "I think you better start building that staircase." It took a moment to register the significance of her words but Adrian continued hugging her protectively to his chest. Slowly drawing away he peered down to her face. Her eyes were downcast, almost looking embarrassed, so he tilted her face to meet his and noticed not only the blush in her cheeks but the lust in her eyes.




Stairway to Heaven



"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asked, trying to remain somewhat cool while his brain was overheating and his cock was rapidly growing with the possible meaning of her words. She merely nodded while holding his gaze, her body molded into his, her breasts against his chest and her pelvis plastered against his expanding bulge. For a long moment their eyes penetrated each other's souls wondering what the other was thinking. 

Finally Adrian broke out in a grin which contagiously spread to Beth's face and he said, "Tell me more." 

Beth began, "Dani, that's my new friend. Dani, that's her name. Dani and I went shopping this afternoon after yoga class. She found a cute pair of shoes at the new store next to the wine merchant but they didn't have them in her size. I tried on a couple pair but nothing looked right. So we decided a glass of wine would make a bad shopping trip much better. We got to talking and ended up on the subject of men, marriage, and sex. Imagine that! Honey, it seemed like we were one mind in two heads. We got along so well. It was like she could almost finish my sentences. I can't tell you everything we talked about, but over a nice chardonnay, Dani let it slip that she and her husband occasionally 'partied' with other couples.

I guess it was the emphasis she put on 'partied' that caught my attention. As soon as she said it she tried to move on to another subject, but I was not going to just let it go. Maybe I badgered her a little but eventually she told me that on occasion she and her husband, Chuck, 'dated' other couples. There was that emphasis again on 'dated'. I think she was as eager to tell as I was to listen, so it turns out they have swapped spouses before. Yes, for SEX! And they have had threesomes before. I believe it because she is one sexy looking woman who looks like she is built for sex, as you are fond of saying."

Beth was hugged up to Adrian and as she related that afternoon's turn of events, their embrace was becoming more intimate and hot as the story unfolded. Adrian was not sure what Beth's point was, but his man parts were enjoying the closeness of her woman parts.

Beth rose up on her tip toes and gave Adrian a slow, sultry kiss. As they parted she whispered, "She is coming here Friday night to meet you! Do not disappoint her, or me." Her last words were accented by another soul shaking kiss and a soft but firm caress of his bulging crotch. 

Adrian had a staircase to build.