0 comments/ 8839 views/ 2 favorites Summer Seduction By: Flayme The summer air is hanging like a hot blanket over the city. The smoldering heat is stifling-yet strangely erotic. A night that can only be described by one word: sultry. You walk to the refrigerator in search of a cold drink, but a soft noise causes you to turn your head, and your blood stirs at the sight that greets you through the open glass door to the balcony. I am leaning against the wall, looking out at the vast city, trying to catch what little breeze there is. I am wearing only a short, thin dress with tiny straps. The dress barely touches the top of my thighs, and you can tell from where you are that I am not wearing a bra underneath. Grinning to yourself, you wonder, "What else aren't you wearing?" The refrigerator now forgotten, you begin to slowly stalk me. Unaware of being watched, I lift a hand to sweep my long, heavy hair off of the back of my neck, causing my dress to inch up even higher. You stop to enjoy the enticing view. It's then that you notice I hold a tall glass of ice water in my other hand. I slowly drag the cold glass across my chest, and up the side of my neck. My eyes drift shut, and I sigh with pleasure-the soft sound causes your body to tighten in response. You move towards me, eyeing the single drop of moisture that blazes a trail down my neck, over my breast, and then disappears down my dress. Your blood boiling, you quietly step behind me. Just then, I let my hair fall back across my neck, and down my back. The silkiness brushes against your bare chest, and you inhale sharply at the sensation. Aware of you now, I begin to turn around, but your hands grasp my hips to prevent me from doing so. I lean back into you, and rub my butt against your arousal. Groaning, you slide your hands around my waist and softly bite my neck. Another groan, this time from me. My neck arches to give you better access, and I feel your hot, wet tongue lick its way to my earlobe. "Mmm...I like that." Purring, I slide my hand behind me, between your legs, and I stroke you. "I like that even more!" I sigh. You take the glass from my hand, and set it on the wall. "Place your hands on the wall, and leave them there!" Your voice is commanding and I freeze for a moment, unused to this side of you. "Do it-Now!" This order is given with a sharp slap to my ass. There's a slight stinging, but it is quickly drowned out by the excitement that now courses through me. I try to stifle a moan, but you still hear me and chuckle quietly. You take an ice cube from the glass, and slide it up my arm and over my shoulders. It feels like heaven in this heat. Your lips and tongue trail behind the ice, licking up the moisture left behind. My body begins to shaken uncontrollably. Suddenly, the ice leaves my skin and you kneel behind me. You slide your hand up my leg. Under my dress. Between my legs. "Mmm, I am glad you are not wearing panties." I am panting now. "I was too hot." "Baby, it's about to get even hotter." Your voice rasps. Lifting my dress to my waist, you tell me to use a hand to hold it there, and I eagerly clutch my dress around my middle. Suddenly I feel cold, wet ice gliding up my legs and over my ass, the warmth of your lips following along. I crave the touch of your tongue, but you won't give me what I want. What I need. Not yet. You gently spread my legs farther apart, and see how wet I have become with anticipation and desire. You groan in appreciation. I let out a gasp as you suddenly push the ice cube into my pussy. I have never felt such a feeling and it drives me wild. "Oooohhh!!" Your breath is now coming heavier. "You like that, baby?" But I'm panting too hard to answer. It feels like liquid heat, icy fire. It consumes me. You begin to thrust the ice in and then out. In and out, again and again, until I throw my head back, eyes staring; yet seeing nothing. Nothing exists but this. The cube melts, and suddenly it is your fingers that penetrate me, only to be replaced by the searing heat of your tongue. I scream, as my pussy spasms in unexpected release and you bury your face, licking up my wetness. My knees start to buckle, but your arms gather me to your body. I am weak, but far from satisfied and turn to face you. I shove my hands into your hair, and press my open mouth hotly against yours. My tongue thrusts deeply into your mouth for long seconds, and before you can respond, I slide down your body and undo the fastenings of your jeans. I drag them down your hips and gasp as I realize I am not the only one sans underwear. Your cock springs up; magnificent in it's engorged state. I wrap my hand firmly around you and wonder at the strength. You feel like satin and steel in my palm. I look up into your face, and you stare back with blazing eyes. "Take me into your mouth." I lick my lips and wrap them around your cock obediently. "Lick me." My tongue dances up and down. "Suck me." You rasp out, and I pull you deep into my mouth. "Harder!" I draw you in like a woman starved. "DEEPER!" Inhaling deeply I relax my muscles and you slide down my throat and my nose presses into your belly. "Ahhh!" You sink your hands into my hair, holding me in place for a moment, your body trembling as you attempt to control your need. But I want you as out of control as you have made me. My hands begin to work up and down, my mouth moving so that fingers and lips meet again and again. "Please...faster..." Your hips are pumping now, trying to control the pace the rhythm, but I stop sucking. I look up into your eyes, cock poking into my mouth. The sight is almost too much for you, and you begin to tremble. You see the smile in my eyes, and it's then that you realize that I mean to make you pay for torturing me earlier. And you are eager for the payback. There is a popping noise as your cock slides from my mouth. I use the tip of my tongue to flutter along the sensitive ridge that runs from the underside of the head to the base of your shaft. Your cock twitches in pleasure. I press my lips to the underside, and suck the ridge gently into my mouth, and you clutch my shoulders. I begin to suck firmly and shiver as your body tightens even more. My other hand gently starts to massage your balls, in rhythm to the sucking and I can hear your breath quicken. I suddenly inhale your cock back into my throat forcefully, my tongue stroking the underside at the same time I suck. You gaze down at my head bobbing up and down on your, wanting the moment to last forever. But you feel the end drawing near. Closer and closer, with each tug of my lips and tongue. I can feel the beat of your heart against my tongue, and the tightening of your cock; you are close. I quicken my pace, and slide a hand more firmly between your legs, hand splayed across your ass to urge you deeper. Your hips begin to thrust, unable to help yourself. "Ohhh! Yes baby." You are blind with need. "Don't stop! Take me deeper!" My head bobs harder. "Oh fuck, your sweet mouth!" Your head is thrown back, eyes glazed. One hand disappears, and you glance down. You watch as I slide my hand between my legs, and I slip a finger into my cunt. "Oh baby!" You groan. My eyes meet yours, and you see that I am as aroused as you. My hand is once again on your ass, and you feel my pussy juice on your skin. I am no longer bobbing my head, but sucking deep and hard while one hand gently squeezes you. "Don't stop! Oh don't fucking stop! I'M COMING! Oh FUCK! I'm going to come in your mouth!!!" As your body begins to convulse, I slip the finger that is still wet with my own come deep into your ass. "AAAHHH!!!!" Your body arches violently, and I greedily swallow your cream, licking at every single drop. I cannot get enough. As the tremors ease, I slowly slide my finger out of your tight hole, causing you to jerk slightly. I kiss my way up your stomach, up the side of your neck, and lick at the corners of your mouth. "Oh, baby." I sigh as you wrap your strong arms around me, holding me close. And we both gaze out at the dark city. Summer Seduction Author's Note: Well, here's my first contest submission. I hope you like it. Please don't forget to vote and as always, I welcome any and all comments. Happy reading! -MC * Nearly every day, just about an hour before I get off of work, I can count on receiving a text message from my boyfriend, Matt. Sometimes they're sweet, sometimes they're naughty and often times they're incredibly private. He just wants me to know that he's thinking about me and can't wait to be with me. In fact, he's been so consistent that nearly all the women in my office await the sound of my message alert and pester me to tell them about them. When the texts are sweet, I share and revel in the jealousy. When it's the other kind of message, I just blush and let them use their imaginations. As this trend developed, I let Matt know that his messages had become the office soap opera and he just laughed and said it was good for his PR. He offered to tone down the naughtier ones so that I could share all of the messages, but I let him know, in no uncertain terms (aka a really great blow job), that I wouldn't accept his censorship. I can't help it. The man has a perfect penis. Not that I'd be willing to share or anything, but I'm pretty sure even prudish girls who make scrunched up faces at that the thought of giving head would be unable to resist. I used to have each of his texts saved in my phone, but then the inbox got full, so I just locked the four most important ones: 1) "I can't stop thinking about you. Call me when you get home." -- the day after our first date 2) "I hope your clit misses me as much as I miss it." -- My favorite of the naughty texts 3) "I really meant it. I can't imagine my life without you." -- the day after he told me that he thought he was falling in love with me 4) "I hate fighting with you. Let's talk tonight. I love you." -- three weeks ago, after I stormed out of his house, angry that he wasn't going to be able to attend my company's Fourth of July picnic. I honestly thought that the messages were going to stop on the morning of that fight. I didn't deserve them. I knew that I wasn't being fair, but I just couldn't seem to stop myself from lashing out at him in my disappointment that my co-workers weren't going to be able to meet him. How was I supposed to remember that he and his 3 best friends from high school go to Vegas that weekend, every year? He'd only mentioned it once in passing when we'd first started dating! On one hand, I loved him even more for being a man who honors his commitments, has a life outside of me and doesn't waver in his decisions just because I ask (or try to demand). On the other, I hated the fact that I wasn't going to get my way and my respect for his choice just made me that much more irritated with myself which I, in turn, took out on him. I'm afraid I threw a bit of a temper tantrum, calling him names and accusing him of not loving me. I'd finally stormed out because I just couldn't bring myself to admit how ridiculous I was being. That day, I was a complete wreck. I called him three times to apologize but got his voicemail every time. By the time I'd gotten his text message, I'd already arranged to leave work early. I knew that if I didn't receive one, I'd need a drink and that if I did, I'd be speeding toward his house to attempt to make up for my poor behavior in every way that came to mind. I can only guess that I was able to make the depths of my contrition obvious because he stopped by my office before his trip and dutifully met his admirers. "Wow," Karen mouthed to me as he walked away. I knew she was checking out my boyfriend's ass but I didn't hold it against her. She's my favorite co-worker. This is not to say that he's perfect and that my moments of irrational behavior are the only blips in our relationship. I just happen to be really happy with him right now, as a result of last weekend and that sort of blocks out the little moments that don't matter as much. Last Friday, I was having a truly terrible day. Matt had been out of town for a business trip, which meant I'd slept alone in the bed in my apartment which had long since stopped feeling like my bed. Somehow I managed to burn toast, causing billows of black smoke to fill the kitchen and set off the smoke detectors. By the time I managed to turn them off, my apartment smelled like an ashtray, though I'm proud to say that I quit smoking almost a year ago. As if that start to my morning hadn't been bad enough, the air conditioning in my car went out on the way to work. The drive from my apartment takes a good forty minutes and by the time I got there, my hair was plastered to my head and my button-down shirt and pencil skirt were clinging to me at odd angles. I managed to straighten myself out in the women's restroom, but ended up running10 minutes late to a fairly important meeting. I was flailing and I was beginning to feel a bit like a comic strip character, set up on purpose for the amusement of some bigger audience I couldn't see. I quickly sent an email to Matt describing the foibles of my day. He usually finds the humor in these types of events and shares it with me and I had the sense that what I really needed right now was the opportunity to laugh at myself. I didn't hear back from him, but I wasn't expecting to immediately, as I knew that he would be on a plane home. The rest of the day seemed to drag on as I worked on finishing a report. "Fifteen minutes 'til the Matty Moment!" Alexis, a particularly over-interested coworker, broadcasted. She is the one responsible for coming up with the god awful nickname for my favorite time of day. I have Never called Matt "Matty". Ick. Nonetheless her declaration caused a flurry of activity as several women tried to get whatever they were working on to a viable stopping point. These announcements always make me a little nervous though. What if Matt forgot to send me a message? What if, heaven forbid, he was busy or not feeling particularly creative? We'd been together about 6 months -- how long could he keep this up? Fifteen long minutes later, the chorus of the song Love Stoned began to play and Annoying Alexis clapped her hands with glee. Matt added the song, as the alert for text messages from him, a few months ago and it makes me smile. Justin Timberlake might very well be the only man for whom I could ever leave Matt. I flipped open my phone casually, as if there weren't several pairs of eyes watching me and saw the animation of an opening envelope and Matt's name beneath it. I've come to adore this almost as much as the messages themselves. "Summer heat -- boy and girl meet but oh oh the Summer Nights... Tell me more, tell me more: My house, 5:28. Do not go home, do Not pass GO, just meet me by the pool." I've loved the movie Grease since I was a kid. Though I've only made him watch it with me once, he knows I usually watch it once a month or so and of course I have every line memorized. Also, Monopoly has always been my favorite board game, largely due to the fact that I've never lost, in twenty odd years of playing it. The fact that he knows me so well (and loves me anyway) had my stomach fluttering almost as much as the anticipation of tonight by the pool. "Why 5:28?" asked Alexis as she read the message over my shoulder. "That's exactly how long it takes for me to get to his house from our office," I answered, but in truth, I wasn't paying much attention, not even to the jealous glances I usually enjoy. My mind was well occupied with more entertaining visions of the way Matt's smile lights up his eyes or the way those same eyes darken in response to my touch. Umm umm umm, the things I could do (and have done) to that man. "I wish I had a man who knew how long it took me to get from work to his house, let alone seduced me with cheesy lyrics from a musical," Jo from accounting sighed, "As it is, I'm lucky if Sam turns off Sports Center." I listened as the other girls consoled themselves about the absence of romance in their relationships. For the sake of clarity, I feel compelled to point out that Matt is not Always romantic. He is just a man, for god's sake. However, who wants to focus on the mundane when you can spend time Google-ing Cosmo's latest articles about pleasing your man? Finally, it was five o'clock and I waved goodbye to my co-workers as I practically ran out to my car. On the drive home, I had to roll down the windows to keep from suffocating in the Phoenix heat. I knew that by the time I got to Matt's house, I would look even worse than I did when I got to work that morning. I briefly contemplated stopping at my apartment first for a shower and reapplication of makeup, but that would've made me really late. Matt's message had been clear that he wanted me to come directly to him and since we'd been apart for almost a week, I was eager to see him. I supposed that if he fell out of love with me at the sight of smeared mascara and sweat stains, then it was his own darn fault. I smiled as I walked up to the front porch. Matt had a glass of white wine sitting on the small wrought iron table I'd bought for him, to fit the open space. Next to it sat a bowl of grapes. He had to have just placed them outside before I got there because even the drops of water on them were still cold. I placed a few in my mouth and sighed as their cool juice splashed across my tongue. Matt opened the door then and moved to stand behind me as I took a sip of the wine. Pushing aside the collar of my shirt, he leaned forward and kissed the hollow at the base of my neck. "Oh, don't do that. I'm all sweaty," I complained, sure that no one in their right mind could find me attractive in such a state of disarray. "You taste wonderful," Matt whispered, his hands on my shoulders, rubbing away tension I hadn't even known was there. Abruptly he stopped and I laughed, calling him a tease. "Hey, I can do this all day, but when you get turned on and try to seduce me on the front porch, Mrs. Krudski across the street will get a free show. Just drink your wine and follow me out to the pool, exhibitionist," he said, picking up the bowl of grapes. The house was cool and I almost wanted to stay inside, but I could see through the sliding glass door that Matt had set up dinner out back. The smell of steak on the grill made my mouth water as I stepped out onto the back patio. He had music playing softly and candles on the table, despite the heat. "I know how you get crabby when you don't eat. I figured we'd start with dinner," Matt said as he used a pair of tongs to take the meat off the grill. A large bowl of spinach leaf salad with fresh strawberries and candied walnuts sat on the table just left of my chair. After taking off my heels, I took a seat and picked it up to serve both of us some. "Uh, that rabbit stuff is just for you, babe. Me man. Man eat meat!" he said in a caveman impression that made me giggle. I love him even more because he's a dork -- like me. We sat on the patio, eating dinner, drinking wine, talking about his recent trip and discussing plans for a future vacation to a vineyard in Northern California. When my favorite Norah Jones song came up in the playlist, he stood up and asked me to dance. I thought he meant on the patio, next to the table, but when I stood up and took his outstretched hand, he led me to the diving board. It was such a Matt gesture, sweet but silly and I'm sure he could feel my heart pounding as I laid my head on his chest and we swayed to the music. It might have been 110 degrees out but the heat had nothing on how he made me feel. It was definitely the sweetest dinner we'd ever shared. "So how's your day going now that I've wined and dined you?" he asked, dodging as I attempted to playfully hit him for the cheesiness of the expression. "Better. The food was excellent and I guess the company will do," I joked, tilting my head back so that I could see into his eyes. The song ended and I pulled back with the intention of going inside to get more wine but the glistening water of the pool caught my eye and I suddenly had other ideas. Without pausing to give him warning, I pushed him backwards into the pool. Somehow, by sheer willpower, I think, I managed to escape his attempt to take me with him. He surfaced and was about to climb out of the pool to exact revenge when I began unbuttoning my shirt. "You know, my mother always told me not to swim on a full stomach," I said, unzipping my skirt, "but then, what does she know?" Carefully balanced on the diving board, I removed my skirt and shirt, standing before him in just a bra and panties. Gone was the look of revenge, replaced with the gleam in his eyes that always makes my pulse race. Matt swam over to the bench in the pool and just watched me dance for a minute before I jumped in the water. I moved closer to kiss him, and asked, "Aren't you going to join me, Mr. Willis? You're wearing an awful lot of clothing." He pulled me into his lap and answered, "You think I'm going to risk missing your striptease for something as disinteresting as removing my own clothes? I'm sure you can help me with that in a minute. Right now, I'm much more concerned with helping you." His fingers slid their way underneath the straps of my bra, which followed his hands as he ran them over my shoulders and down my arms. His arms reached around me and unfastened the bra, causing it to fall into the water between us. His fingers caressed my back as he pulled me closer to him, my breasts rubbing against the material of his t-shirt. Matt unhurriedly ran his fingers across my collarbone, my neck and up to hold my face as he gently kissed my jaw, cheeks and eyelids in that same slow, taunting way. The warmth of his fingers sent sparks flying through my entire body and I knew that I had never wanted this man more. He had gone out of his way to turn around my horrible day, simply because he could - because he loved me. Cupping his hand, he scooped up some pool water and rubbed it across my chest, watching intently as if the trail of beaded water drops were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. When he leaned forward and licked them up I lost all patience with his playfulness. I wanted to feel his body like he was feeling mine. Stopping his hands, I raised them in the air and lifted the heavy, soaking wet t-shirt up over his head. Leaning back into him, I kissed him sweetly, moving my lips gently over his, straddling his lap in the water and anchoring myself to his body with my thighs wrapped around his hips. The kiss picked up in intensity and my arms tightened around his neck as he stood, taking me with him and carrying me out of the pool. "I love you," I whispered between kisses, too dazed by everything I felt for him to notice that he was carrying me inside to his bed until the freezing air inside hit my skin. "No, please. I don't want to be inside. I want you to make love to me out here, by the water, under the stars." "You'd be more comfortable in my bed, baby." He smiled and I felt my heart thud again, at the tone he was speaking to me in and that he was concerned with my comfort despite the fact that his cock was hard and communicating a more pressing desire. I didn't have to answer, he could tell from the look in my eyes that I didn't care. He put me down, saying he'd be right back and when he returned he had a sleeping bag and pillows in his hands. "Perfect," I smiled, though in truth, as long as I got to continue touching him, I wouldn't have cared if we were on the moon. In his absence, I'd been busy too. I'd removed the strawberries from the salad and grabbed the grapes. I spread out the sleeping bag while he finished removing his clothing and we sat next to each other, feeding each other fruit, kissing and touching, licking and fondling. Laying me back with my head on the pillows, he placed a strawberry on my stomach, playfully licking the skin around the fruit before eating it off. His hands crushed a few strawberries inside his palms and he spread the fruit along my calf, raising my leg, so it rested on his. I began caressing his body with the fruit too only to lick it off seconds later - the two of us using our own bodies to worship the other's. His fingers, covering the width of my rib cage, mine rubbing his neck, back, shoulders -- anything I could reach from the position we found ourselves laying in. He kissed my kneecap and then the back of my knee, making his way up my thigh and once again the intensity began to race. The fruit was all but forgotten as he slid my panties off and rubbed his cheek against my inner thigh. His hand reached up to tilt my head so that our eyes met as at last his perfect penis was back in my favorite place for it to be. I'm always wet for this man, but that night I was like a fountain. Between the complete connection I felt to him and the way that he treated my body like every single part of it was special, I couldn't help but be soaked. His weight on top of me, the way that he fit between my thighs, the way he kissed me as he stroked in and out of me, it all felt a little bit surreal, but then he would nibble on my lip or pinch my nipple and I was reminded very clearly of where I was and more importantly who I was with. Sex between us had always been good, a lot of touching, laughing and playing but I don't know that I would have called it beautiful before, but that was the word I heard escaping my lips in between moans and gasps. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his hands on my hips, holding them up so he could get deeper. I clung to him when I came, harder but still somehow sweeter than usual. I never wanted to be apart from him or the way I felt more alive when his skin touched mine. I kissed him again and encouraged him to join me. I knew that he'd been holding back to make sure that I came first and I felt like I owed him. "Don't look at me like that," he smiled, "I love the way your body feels when you cum around me." With those words he began to thrust harder, my hips rose to meet him and it was only a minute before he whispered my name fiercely and at last collapsed on top of me. When he rolled to the side, I cuddled up to him, my arms around him, clasping him close to me. We kissed again in that contented way that can only follow really great sex. "Wow, babe, if I'd known that quoting Grease and cooking for you would bring out your inner sex Goddess, I would have done that a long time ago," he joked, his hands stroking my back. "I can't tell you all my secrets. I wouldn't want you to get bored with me." "Not in a hundred years. You're mine and who else would put up with my bad jokes?" Eventually we made it back inside. We spent most of the rest of the weekend in bed, watching movies (yes, Grease once, just Because) and enjoying each other's bodies. I say most, because he did go outside long enough to fix the air conditioner in my car. Apparently all it needed was extra Freon. By Monday morning when I had to return to my apartment to get ready for work, I was wishing that I'd never have to return to the lonely two-bedroom again. When I got to work, I was met with a ton of teasing questions from my coworkers, which I dodged coyly. If I thought some of the text messages were too steamy, there was no way I could relate the details of my weekend. My toes still tingled in memory of Sunday morning's wakeup sex. I mostly got myself through the day daydreaming about Matt and anxiously awaiting his 4:00 text message. "Fifteen minutes 'til the Matty Moment!" Alexis declared. I just smiled. Matt might be mine, but in a way he's theirs too. I heard someone humming the chorus of Love Stoned as they walked by and I couldn't help it, I joined in. When it actually started playing on my phone, three more coworkers had joined us. If I was Love Stoned, they certainly had a contact buzz. Summer Seduction I flipped open my phone casually, as if there weren't several pairs of eyes watching me and read Matt's newest message. "Bu-hut, oh... those summer ni-hights! I'm hopelessly devoted to you. You're the one that I want. You get the point... soooo... wanna move in together?" Needless to say, this is the sixth text message to be permanently saved in my phone. Summer Seduction First I want to say that I've really enjoyed all the positive comments and feedback I've received from the listeners. You guys are all awesome. So here is another fantasy for you all to enjoy. Imagine yourself coming home from college for the summer and teasing your best friend's dad until he can't take it anymore and has to have his way with you. As always, if you liked it please take a moment and vote, and comments are definitely appreciated. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (25 min/mp3) * * * * * Summer Seduction of 1981 I was eighteen when I was introduced to bisexuality. I was working at a sci-fi bookstore. It was just before summer break when Ken and Diane came in to stock up for their vacation. As usual they looked great. Ken is 35, six feet tall, broad shoulder and had muscles everywhere, just your basic hunk. Diane is 30, five-ten, shoulder length chestnut hair, watermelon breasts with a full figure body. They looked like the perfect couple. I was attracted to her and later discovered, him. As they picked out their books, they told me about how they were going to a campground in their RV for their vacation. They asked me what my plans were and I told them I nothing but another boring summer to look forward to. They looked at each other then out of blue invited me to spend a couple of weeks with them. I accepted and thought this summer might be nice after all. I got a call from them a few weeks later and they told me to pack light because their camp was a nudist camp. My horny young mind had visions of open-air orgies and naked sex models everywhere. I could wait to see Diane naked. They picked me up and we started our trip. The camp was only a day drive away and we arrived there late in the evening. Ken and Diane striped quickly and told me to do the same. My mouth dropped at the sight of Diane’s beautiful body. I was shy and was warned that if I didn’t strip, they would do it for me. I slowly took off my clothes and blushed. Ken went outside and connected the hydro and water. I stepped out and looked around. It was beautiful; there was a covered pool, a dinning lodge, a horseshoe pit and a volleyball court. Diane suggested Ken and I go for a swim while she fixed supper. I was surprised to see ordinary people around. The water great and a couple hours later we went back to the RV. Diane had a feast waiting for us. There was lobster, crab and many cold salads. I was hungry and eat like a starving man. They served wine with the meal and after two glasses I had a nice buzz. Ken suggested we watch a movie and Diane got a tape out of a brief case. She put it in and I found myself sitting between them. It took only a few seconds into it to realize it was a porno. My eyes were glues to the screen when I felt a hand on my thigh. I didn’t bother to check to see whose hand it was. It crept up my leg until it reached my cock. I was hard as a rock and after stroking me for only a minute or two; the hand was replaced with a mouth. I went to stroke the person’s hair and realized it was not Diane’s. My first thought was what is going on as I looked down and saw Ken sucking my cock. I looked at Diane and she kissed me and told me to relax. She fed me a tit and I started to suck her nipples and feel them. Ken was a great and soon felt like I was going to cum. I filled his mouth with my nectar and he drank it all. He cleaned me off and kissed me. I tasted my cum and wanted to try my first blowjob. I looked at his cock and smiled. I was cut and he had a lot of foreskin. I played with it and he leaked. I lowered my head and tasted his precum. He tasted great and I licked and sucked him. While I was doing this I felt a wet finger around my asshole. Ken slowly pushed a lubed finger in me. It was tight but I was too busy to care. He added another and I squirmed with delight. He pulled my mouth off this cock and lubed it. I was told to get into a doggie style position. I did and Diane fed me her pussy while Ken slowly pushed into me. It hurt but I buried a scream into Diane’s cunt and continued to eat my first pussy. Ken slowly fucked me until I was begging for more. Diane sat back and watched me being fucked. With one finally thrust Ken filled my ass with his cum. I was exhausted and fell asleep. That summer Ken and Diane showed me how to make love and enjoy my sexuality. I will always be grateful to them for showing me the way to a wonderful lifestyle.