0 comments/ 27015 views/ 0 favorites Summer Heat By: JM I am the type of person who gets easily bored. This causes problems in relationships - not so much for me, but for the men I date. I seem to have a tolerance limit of two years, and Brian and I have been dating for two and a half. Well, in theory. Really, the relationship has been over for a rather long time, but sharing an apartment together in the young, hip (read: expensive) part of town, we simply haven't gotten to the point of him actually moving out yet. That's coming soon. The lease will be up in a month. I know it's going to be difficult because everybody knows everybody else in this area of the city. Which means we have a number of mutual friends and it's only a matter of time before Brian finds out what I've done. Like I said, the relationship has been over for some time. We haven't been intimate in seven months, and now that it's summertime I find myself getting hot in ways that have nothing to do with the July heat. One evening, I was in a neighborhood pub lamenting this fact to Marc, one of our mutual friends. He had been Brian's roommate when Brian and I first began dating, so I'd known him for some time and was comfortable discussing details of that nature with him. God knows how many times I had to hear him tell me stories of his ex (what a bitch she was!). As Marc sat sipping his usual gin-and-tonics and I downed yet another bottle of ale, we agreed that my relationship with Brian was, in fact, over and there was nothing to do but convince Brian to leave. We sat quietly for a few moments. I peeled at the label on the bottle and Marc played with his straw, causing the ice to clink against the glass. He placed the glass on the table and stared at me. "What?" I demanded. "Can I ask you something?" I got an uneasy feeling that I knew what it was going to be. I had begun to realize some time ago that Marc was developing a crush on me. I began to scrutinize the label. "No," I said, "you can't." "All right, then," said Marc, and with that the awkward moment passed. In the days that followed I had the dreaded conversation with Brian, who took it much better than I had expected. Life pretty much went on the same as it always had, except that Brian was staying at home more often (which I found incredibly annoying) so I began going out more, and staying out later. One particularly nice weekend Brian and I decided to have some friends over for a cookout. Marc was among the invited guests. There was tons of food, beer and booze. I was in charge of the grill while everybody else listened to music and played on the computer or talked. Especially James, who never shuts up. After everyone had eaten their fill, Marc and I went out to the balcony to get away from James' jabbering jaws. We sat and talked and drank and laughed at James, who would occasionally poke his head out to speak some drivel, which was blessedly drown out by the strategically placed stereo speaker. After a while, Brian left with most of the party to go to a bar. Quiet now that James had left, Marc and I returned inside. Only two other guests remained, Brian's brother, Sam, and his friend. Sleepy from the food and beer, I decided to take a nap, but asked Marc if he wanted to meet up later to go to the bar. He agreed and I fell asleep. When I awoke later that evening, I was surprised to see Marc was still there. I freshened myself up a bit, and we left for the pub. I had taken the last bottle of beer from the refrigerator before we left and dumped a shot of rum into it. Marc and I laughed the whole way down the alley about the silliness of two adults sneaking about with a single bottle of beer. "I don't think I've done this since I was in seventh grade!" he said. "Yeah, but it's got the last of the rum in it, so give it back!" I laughed. We arrived at our destination to find that the other members of the afternoon's party had gone elsewhere. Other than the bartender, a friend of mine, we had the place to ourselves. After several rounds of drinks, Marc left for home. I stayed on, doing shots with the now off-duty barkeep. When I realized that I was getting a bit tipsy, I, too, decided it was time to go. I started for home, but decided Marc's apartment was closer. To my relief, despite the late hour, he was still awake. "Hi, honey, I'm drunk. Can I pass out here?" I asked. "Of course you can. Come on in, Jen." He opened the door for me and cleared off a seat in the kitchen. We started talking about nothing or maybe it was something funny, I don't remember. I remember that I was getting that itch, and I wasn't paying much attention to the conversation other than to find the right time to hop on his lap. I was sitting sidesaddle with one arm around him, still laughing and talking, while Marc's arms were wrapped around my waist. I turned to face him, trying to gauge his reaction to what I was about to do. I slipped my other hand behind his head and began to kiss him deeply. My hungry tongue searched his mouth, then traced his lips softly before parting. For a split second, I wondered if I should stop there. After all, he was Brian's friend, too. Marc made the decision for us both. He pulled my face back down to his and began kissing me hard. With our faces still locked together, I stood up to reposition myself on his lap. With my legs on either side of his we continued kissing and licking each other on the mouth, neck and ears. Our bodies were pressed together as tightly as we held fast in this illicit embrace. His cock began to strain at the fabric of his cut-offs, and I thrust back at his bulge. I knew then that there was no turning back. I had to have him. "What should we do now?" he whispered. I kissed him again. "I want you, Marc. I want you to make love to me right now. I want you to make love to me all night." With that, Marc stood up, still holding me against him, and carried me into the bedroom. He tossed me on to the bed and we both scrambled to get out of our clothes. Crawling onto the foot of the bed, Marc began kissing me softly on the legs, slowly moving from my calves to my thighs. He paused for a moment before he placed his mouth over my trimmed red-haired pussy. I inhaled sharply; his tongue felt cool against my heated mound as he delicately lapped up the sweet liqueur between my legs. The stroke of his tongue was deliberate, traveling from the very opening of my slit to the entrance of my hole and back up again. Marc took my swollen clit into his mouth and began sucking it like a nipple. The feeling was so incredible, so different from Brian. As he began working his way into my hole, my body shuddered. Marc slurped up my cum, then continued his climb up the bed, stopping only to give some of his loving affection to my breasts. Expertly using that soft tongue, he pressed against my large pink nipple, swirling them around in his mouth, pushing it in on itself, while at the same time rolling the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensations that were running through my body were intense. I needed to be fucked so badly, and now. I grabbed his shoulders and guided him fully up on me. His cock had no trouble finding its mark, and from my juice and his saliva he entered me with little effort. I gasped when I felt his manhood inside of me. It had been so long since either of us had sex with anyone that I'm sure it was as great a feeling for him as for me. Marc began pumping in and out of me, and I found his rhythm and began thrusting back. This was a pleasant surprise to him, and he said as much. I wrapped my legs around his and held him tight as he brought me to orgasm time and again. After my fourth or fifth (I lost count) I had to beg him to stop. It was too much for me, I couldn't catch my breath. We lay on the bed with my head on his chest, kissing and talking about the great sex we just had, how it was different from our recent (or soon-to-be) exes and life in general. I caught my second wind sometime later, or rather, Marc gave it to me. As we lay there kissing and petting one another, it just kinda heated up again. He was fondling my tits and I could feel myself getting wet again. I climbed on top of him and began kissing down his neck, down his chest, flicking at his tiny nipples with my tongue. I licked semicircles around his stomach then focused my attention on his partially erect cock. I actually like sucking cock - I like giving pleasure as much as I like receiving it. And I'm good. Judging by the sighs and moans escaping Marc's lips, he agreed. I like starting out slow, licking up and down the shaft before slowly lowering my mouth over as much cock as I can stuff in my face. I'll go down straight but wiggle my tongue over the shaft on my way back up. I sucked on Marc's cock for a while but the desire in my pussy grew to strong to suppress. Crawling back up the bed, I positioned myself over his pole and slid down. It felt even better the second time around. Marc grabbed my neck and pulled my face down to his and began kissing me hard, whispering for me to cum on him again. It didn't take much for me to oblige. Breathless again, we snuggled up to get a few hours rest before Marc had to go to work and I had to think up a good excuse to tell Brian. As it turned out, this was the first of many stolen moments between us. Summer Heat It was brutally hot that day. It was the middle of August and I hated my parents for not putting in the pool they had promised me so long ago. It was the summer between my graduation from high school and my first year of college, and it would have been so great to have my friends over to lay out and swim. But my parents just didn't have the time for that this year; both traveled a lot on business, leaving me at home for extended periods of time. This was my third week straight by myself, and I loved every minute of it. The house was stocked with food, and the maid did the housecleaning. But sunning during the day, and going out with my friends at night was getting quite boring. I knew that my first year in college would be difficult though, and I just tried to relax as I prepared for the fall. I missed my mom; we were very close, and I felt as if I didn't have anyone to confide in when she was not around, even though we talked by phone every night. She basically ran the household. My dad was so whipped by her sexuality that he would do anything she asked. My mom was very dominant, and she kept a close eye on everything dad did. Actually, I call my mom by her first name, Terri. My dad's name is John. I call him by his first name also. I can remember Terri telling me when I was sixteen, "Linda, you have the look of a twenty-five year old. You need to know everything there is to know about sex." And she told me everything. I lost my virginity soon after, and matured quickly. I was five foot ten, 128 pounds, wavy brown hair curling down to the back of my neck, and a nice figure. Terri and I even wore the same size bra, 38C. Her and I were still going nude around the house, which drove my dad wild. I suppose my mom did this to keep him on a sexual edge. She needed sex a lot, and her and John were always fucking. Sometimes I fantasized about joining them, but I usually just ended up masturbating a lot. On this day I was still somewhat hungover from the night before. I had invited my best friend Marie over, and we drank some vodka, while watching porn tapes in my parent's bedroom. Marie ended up passing out, and I masturbated with her right next to me on the bed. She had just left now, and I took a cold shower in an attempt to shake off the cobwebs. Our maid Emily had already arrived, and I greeted her in the nude (she was used to that). She made me coffee, which helped me to wake up. As I sat in one of the breakfast barstools, I lit up a cigarette, which seemed to surprise her. Emily was a dark Mexican woman, and very attractive for aged forty. She was married, with three kids, and she had been our maid for around five years. We knew each other well. So there I sat, legs spread, puffing on a Marlboro, nipples hard, pussy getting wetter by the second, talking to our maid. I loved being nude in front of her, and I could feel her eyes roaming all over my body. We chatted for a few minutes as I drank the coffee, and I grabbed my shades and headed out onto the back porch to layout. It was already close to ninty degrees outside, and I baked under the sun's steaming rays. Even though our back porch was not totally secluded, Terri and I didn't care about laying out nude. I could see our neighbor, Jeff, mowing the grass next door. A nice looking man, he was in his mid forties, and divorced. I kept peeking over my magazine to see if he was looking at me, and sure enough, he seemed to be mowing in circles. He was riding the mower in only a shorts and tennis shoes, and I couldn't keep my eyes off his chest as he rode by, less than one hundred feet away. Never before had I ever thought about fucking him, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I looked at the sliding door to see Emily staring at Jeff, and me. I began to touch my clit, and I could feel the heat burning in my pussy. Sweat rolled off my body, and I took a long drink of water. I stood up, and could see that Jeff had stopped mowing, looking directly at me. Before I went back in the kitchen, I slapped my ass, and waved for him to come over. Emily was still in the kitchen as I walked in. She looked rattled, like a frightened rabbit. "Miss Linda, what were you doing there?" she asked. "What's wrong?" "I just have never seen you touch your body there. What if the man comes over?" "I want him to come over here, Emily." I began to massage my tits, without really thinking. "Why, Miss Linda?" "I am going to seduce him, that's why. Take the rest of the day off, and be back tomorrow." "I would like to stay and watch, if that is ok with you, Miss Linda." "Very well, you may stay, but stay out of sight for a while." I told her. "Of course, Miss Emily." I have to admit the thought of being watched was totally exciting to me. Emily and I went upstairs, and I went to my bedroom, finding a pair of white pumps to put on. The doorbell rang soon after, and I slowly walked back down the stairs. I looked through the peephole, and saw Jeff standing there, shirtless. I swung the door open, and he seemed stunned when he saw I was nude, except for the heels. All he wore at this point were a pair of flimsy jogging shorts. "Hi Jeff, and yes, my parents are out of town." I told him. "You look fantastic, Linda." "So do you, neighbor." I looked him up and down. He was an attractive man, the rugged type, dark hair, although thinning, but a really nice body, and a definite bulge in the front of his shorts. I was so turned on by this scene, and I wanted it in the worst way. Jeff was about the same height as me, but with my heels on, I was about four inches taller than he was. My nipples rubbed his furry chest as I moved closer to him, and I could feel the bulge touch my pussy. Jeff wrapped his arms around me, and we kissed passionately. After a minute I broke off the kiss, and took his hand, leading him into the kitchen. "Take off the shorts, Jeff." He had them off in a second, and I was thrilled to see such a beautiful cock. Jeff had an immense patch of fur there also, with a pair of nice hairy balls to boot. I leaned him back into one of the barstools, and I reached over to the countertop and grabbed a rubber band, which I used to put my hair in a ponytail. "Jeff, when was the last time you had a nineteen year old suck your cock?" I asked. "Never in my life." He replied. "When was the last time you had your cock sucked at all?" "It has been months, Linda." "I can tell, Jeff. You are really hard, aren't you?" His cock was lying against his stomach, pulsing, about seven inches in length. I ran my fingernails up and down his balls, and he just watched, occasionally reaching out to caress my titties. I kissed him again, and then licked my way down his neck and shoulders, past his stomach, and then I took his hard-on in my hands. Jeff moaned quietly. Terri had taught me the best ways to give a man head, and I wanted to take my time with Jeff. I was still standing in front of him, bent over at the waist, my feet together like the prim and proper girl that all men wanted. That's what my mother always said; act like a lady, fuck like a whore. I began to lick Jeff's balls, twirling my tongue in circles, and I looked up into his eyes to see him watching every move I made. My soft lips moved up and down the shaft of his cock, and he started to move his hips in circles. I loved it. Turning men on was the ultimate thrill for me. I wrapped my right hand around his cock, and placed my lips just on the tip. I looked at him again. "Jeff, do you want me to put it in my mouth?" I teased. He could only nod in reply. Once again I swirled my tongue in circles around the tip of his cock, and then in one motion, I took him deep in my mouth, holding it there, and I placed my hands on his knees. His cock tasted wonderful. The smell of him was enough to make me cum right then. I kept looking into his eyes, wanting to see how he reacted. He seemed stunned to have such a pretty girl going down on him. I moved my tongue against the underside of his cock as I kept him in my mouth. I wish I could have seen how I looked; lips protruding, cheeks moving in and out, eyes wide with delight. I really loved doing this to him. I started a slow bobbing motion with my head, and I was soon able to take all of his cock into my mouth, which was making him crazy. Jeff grabbed my ponytail, and began to fuck my face. I had only gone down on one boy before, and never before had I experienced this. I just let him do it, and do it, and do it. But I didn't want him to cum. I wanted him to fuck me first, and then I would let him get off. I pulled my head off his cock, and turned around to let him see my ass. Jeff was mumbling to his maker as he rubbed his hands all over me. I backed up to him, and started to rub my butt against his cock. My nipples were so pointed they hurt. I leaned back into his arms, and took his hands in mine, laying them on my breasts. I loved the feeling of his hard cock against me. We stayed like this for only a couple of minutes, and by that time my pussy was soaked. I wanted him to fuck me. I looked up to see Emily in the next room, standing naked, playing with her pussy. I was so turned on by this time I didn't care what she did. I reached up to the shelf above the countertop and took a condom out of the small dish there. I quickly unwrapped it, and ran it down the length of Jeff's cock with my mouth. I looked up at Jeff, who was watching Emily finger herself in the next room. I turned my back to him, and bent over, spreading my legs. Jeff slid to the end of the barstool, and I could feel his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I wailed as he grabbed my hips, and began to burrow deep inside me. His big cock spread my inner walls, and soon he was totally within me. My legs were tight, my ass in his hands, and he began to fuck me. "Oh fuck yes baby, I love your pussy. I know how bad you want this. You're such a bad little girl, letting your neighbor fuck you like this." He knew exactly what to say. "God yes, Jeff, fuck me......fuck me.....fuck me.....fuck me." I repeated over and over. I could see Emily in the chair, fingering her pussy wildly, and rubbing her lovely breasts. Jeff's cock felt like a rod of steel inside me, and his balls were flying everywhere. He began to tease me further with his words. "You like having your maid watch us, don't you Linda?" he said. "YYYessssss, I love it!" I shrieked. It hit me all at once; my head shot up straight, and my legs began to shake. My toes curled up inside my pumps. Jeff grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back forcefully. My pussy started to contract tighter, and I could feel my clit expand. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh....... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHFFUUUUCCK!!!!!" My entire body stiffened as I orgasmed. I kept begging for Jeff to fuck me harder, and I came again and again. I could hear Emily whimpering in the distance. She must have had an orgasm also. Reluctantly, I pulled my body off of Jeff's, and turned to face him. I quickly removed the condom from his cock, and I leaned over to kiss him, thanking him for the great fuck. Then I leaned over, and took his cock in my mouth again. Emily moved over to us, wanting to get in a better position to see Jeff explode. I took his cock with zest, and it didn't take long before I could feel him tense. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes." He kept repeating that over and over. I wrapped both my hands around his shaft, and began to pump his cock as I sucked him. I could feel him grow larger, the head of his cock expanding, and I knew he was on the verge of cumming. I took my mouth off his cock, and stroked him faster, rubbing the tip of that lovely erection all over my titties. Emily began to speak in some wild Spanish, urging Jeff on. "AAAAAAAWGGGOOFFFFUCCCKKK" Jeff screamed as his first blast of cum drenched my tits. "Whooooohooooo baby, come on more, more baby!" I kept stroking and Jeff kept cumming. The next few blasts landed on my neck, and I took one hand off his cock long enough to swipe some of his fluid off my tits and taste it. Then I kept up the rhythm of pumping his cock, until he had shot every last drop. I then kissed him, and tossed him a dishtowel to clean himself up. "Jeff, I don't really care if you tell my parents what happened. I just want you to know that under the right conditions, we can have sex anytime you like. But that's all it is, just sex, understand?" "Sure Linda, of course." Then Emily looked at me. She obviously had something to say. "What is it Emily?" I asked. "Miss Linda, may I use this man the way you did just now?" I laughed loudly. "Of course you can baby. Just go upstairs and use my bedroom." I replied. Emily led Jeff upstairs, and soon I could hear the sounds of him moaning. I felt totally satisfied, and went back outside to sun, Jeff's cum still fresh on my tits. I couldn't wait to call Terri tonight. She would get a kick out of this. Perhaps next time she could join me.