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Sunday Morning

By: DaisyinChains



It was Sunday, the first Sunday where I didn't have to sing at the Cathedral of the Sacred Mother. The Chancel Choir was out for the summer. My first Sunday in six months of no commitments, no waking up early, no dressing up, nothing but sleeping in to my heart's content. I didn't have the struggle with the alarm clock of "to sleep or not to sleep" or my morning prayer to God to turn back the clock so I could have just two more hours. 

I snuggled into bed as I heard the sounds of my Master's wife, and my lover, getting herself and the kids ready for church. I heard Master get up to fiddle around on the computer and I snuggled deeper into the oblivion of sleep, so thankful for this free Sunday. No singing, no church, and I can sleep until noon if I so desire.

I fell back into sleep and dreamt of CSI agents investigating a dungeon on the World of Warcraft, while dragons flew overhead and a Catholic choir sang the "Ave Verum Corpus". Obviously, I am slightly influenced by the television, my family's video games and my life... As I lay in bed, reveling in the cozy warmth of my comforter, laying on my tummy and dreaming the weirdness in my own imagination, the slap of suede thudded into my dreamland, waking me up roughly, and flooding my bum with hot warmth. 

Master pushed the blankets aside, exposing my butt to the cool air the fan was generating and his red sueded leather flogger. His fingers caressed my behind for several moments, as he made admiring comments about my butt belonging to him and him alone. I whispered my consent in the form of a "yes, Sir" and my butt, on its own volition, wiggled against his hands. As I started to drift off again, comforted by his caresses, my eyes closed and I gave a little moan, and then "Thwap!" the flogger's leather strands slapped the backs of my thighs, and my moaning turned into a sharp yelp.

Master ordered me to follow him into his bedroom and I obediently followed, climbing up onto his King-sized bed and assuming my position, kneeling with my palms facing upwards on my thighs, my knees opened slightly and my head tilting down. I wanted to take off my glasses, and when they fell, I worried, afraid they might break in our playtime, so I jumped up and leaned over to find them. As cliché as it sounds, I really am blind as a bat without my glasses. As I bent in half, I wasn't thinking of the target I was making of my ass to my Master's hands, floggers, and other creative toys he might be hiding in his leather toy bag. He teasingly spanked me as I looked for my glasses, but seeing my distress over them, he kindly picked them up and put them on the dressing table so that we could resume our play without my worries. What a nice Master!

He shoved me roughly onto my face on his bed and made a big production out of showing me the brown leather Cat. The Cat?! I shudder even thinking about it. The Cat O' Nine tails flogger is our punishment flogger. Whenever sis or I disobey (or when I'm too sassy), he brings out the Cat. Eek! It is not my favorite toy. I lay there worrying about what offense I may have committed and wondering if I should confess. Well, there were a couple times I masturbated without a May I? but those were late at night when everyone was sleeping and I was feeling a little horny, but knew he had to wake up early...Surely, he didn't know about those? 

I stayed silent though, not wanting to confess anything that might get me into trouble. He flogged the bed around me, startling me and sending a rush of hotness to my pussy. He then swatted my white behind several times in rapid succession with the Cat, making me yell out a cry and blink away tears. He alternated between whip-like lashes and feather caresses on my entire back, making me alternate between whimpers of pain and sighs of contentment. 

He dangled the leather fingers of the cat in the crack of my butt and I arched my hips, raising my butt to his delicious touch. The handle of the cat pushed against my hole and I gave a little moan, but Master did not go further, just teased my greedy little hole. As I squirmed in need, he switched to my favorite red sueded-leather flogger and once again the hard thwacks began anew. 

As ecstasy washed over me, sending me reeling, he paused and I heard a sound that makes me wrinkle my nose and think "oh no". I peeked over my shoulder and he was holding two small rubber floggers and spinning them in the air like propellers. He brought them closer and closer to my skin and their stingy slaps felt like bee stings all over my shoulders, my back, my ass, the backs of my thighs, and the bottoms of my feet. I moaned in pain, and he ordered me to spread my legs. I complied and he began to flog my pussy, using the rubber floggers for a while and then switching to the sueded leather. Each flog made me wet and I started to involuntarily rock against the strap, meeting the flogger halfway. 

Master dipped the leather strands slowly onto my wet pussy, and then dragged it endlessly, infinitely slowly across my pussy lips, drenching the leather, and making my hips squirm against him. He used the cold metal handle and chain and danced them over my clit. I was desperate for more. I was floating. As I neared my orgasm with the chain on my clit, he pulled away, and gave me a harsh swat with the now-wet flogger. Sting! The pain racked through me as he hit harder and harder and I floated higher up, my eyes drifting closed and my body starting to shiver. I felt stuck in that moment of "half sleep, half waking" that Lysander says in A Midsummer Night's Dream. I was entering sub-space when Master yanked on my hair and said "I'm dripping for you. On your knees, slave!" 

I crawled up, on all fours, arching my waist to the position that gives him best access to my pussy, spreading my knees and giving an impatient moan when he pushed just the tip of his cock inside of me and stood still for a moment. He pulled out and used his cock to slap against my clit and I arched more, ready to beg if I had to. 

I needed him inside me. He teased me for moments longer, but knowing what I needed, gave a quick thrust into me and started to fuck me. He hits such nice places in this position. I rocked back against him, reveling in each stroke of his cock inside of me. I made fists into the sheets and he grabbed at my hips, pinching the flesh between his fists and controlling each thrust. As an orgasm shuddered through me, I whispered an "I come for you, Master" and he praised me with a "Good girl" and continued to fuck me. 

He reached forward and gathered my hair into a ponytail, tightly holding onto my hair with one hand, pulling my head back to an uncomfortable position and making each thrust more savage. My eyes rolled up to watch the ceiling and my neck ached, but the swat of his other hand on my ass focused my pain elsewhere. He slapped my ass as he pulled my hair and rode me hard. Another orgasm ripped through me, but I could barely gasp out that my orgasms belong to him. I was focused on the dual pain of my hair being pulled, my ass being slapped, and my neck in this hyper-extended position. When my wrists started to give out from holding my weight, I used my elbows for support, lowering my chest to the mattress, raising my ass, and allowing him better access. 

Without warning, he pushed me on my side, grabbed my thighs and yanked me to the very end of the bed, my butt dangling off, and exasperating my fear of falling. But, he held onto me, using his body as support, and raised each of my legs to his shoulders, entering me again with rough thrusts. I had to stifle a couple giggles when I felt like he was using my legs as ski poles, but then he likes how tight my pussy gets and pulsates when I giggle, so I wasn't too worried about killing the moment. He gave me a couple more waves of orgasms and then pulled out. 

He pulled out, without reaching his own orgasm, and walked out of the room. I crawled up onto the pillows and curled up on my side, wondering where he was going, but still shuddering under the effects of the past hour of flogging and fucking.

I was ready to drift off into sleep. Don't you love how a good orgasm, or six or seven, makes you drowsy and floaty? He returned with a Diet Mt. Dew (his fuel) and offered me a sip. He turned the ceiling fan onto a higher setting and as I lay on my side, he climbed behind me and entered me. We got kind of tangled and our sweat and my juices were making us stick to each other. He teased me about us sticking together and then we switched to a different position. 

It was time for missionary....but he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs into almost the splits and thrust into me. I was caught between the pain of my thighs and hips stretching and the delight of each thrust. But I didn't want to complain. Complaining might end this delightful experience. As it got to be too much, he knew without being told and moved my legs to another position, straight up against his chest, where my feet were in his face and he could nibble on my instep and bite my toes. His cock seemed to grow as his balls slapped my ass. I said a sassy "Now, your balls are flogging my ass" and he grinned this masculine grin of triumph and conquering hero that I love to see. 

He moved my legs again, pushing them into an almost lotus position and reached his hands to my pussy, where his fingers danced on my clit and he took moments to pull on my pussy lips until I gave a cry of pain. He pinched at my lips and clit and thrust into my now-sore pussy and sent me into a wave of orgasms that didn't seem to stop. I became incoherent. Couldn't even get out a sentence, though I tried. "I c-c...ooh, I cum....ooh, nice....oh God....I cum...again...oh Sir ..ooh do that again....harder.....oooh...I c-c-c.....!" He slammed into me again and again and my pussy shuddered in response. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed, growling now. My pussy was getting sore and I was panting and out of breath and finally begging for him to cum. 

He threatened to pull out and cum on my face, which sent another orgasm through me, and the strokes of my pussy tightening on his cock milked him into his own orgasm and he shot hot cum up inside of me. He came with a shout and several savage grunts. We lay there, him on top of me, still joined, and both of us sweating and breathing hard, my body trembling and him getting this tender grin on his face. After attempting to cuddle and realizing the sweat of our bodies and the wet spots on the bed weren't too comfortable to lay in, we headed to the shower and I washed him thoroughly, and ended up in helpless giggles in our shower as he turned from stern Master to silly adolescent. He says he has a dancer's body and I laugh and tell him to take her out of the trunk before she stinks up his car.

It's now noon, and I didn't get to sleep in; but what a wonderful way to spend my first Sunday away from the church choir...

Sunday Morning



The hot sun was beating through his windows onto his bed. He awakened suddenly to an array of different scents permeating the room. He rolled over and curled up in a fetal position. He could tell that she had been there. In an attempt to distinguish whether this was a dream or not he rolled, rubbed his eyes, scratched his nuts, (because that is what we men do) and stretched out like a big cat in the jungle. He took a deep breath and he could smell the floral spiciness of her long blonde hair. He bunched up his pillow and pulled up the covers and her aroma permeated his nostrils. The smell of sex in the bedcovers, was a pleasant reminder of the previous nights lovemaking that had lasted until the wee hours of the morning. He smiled.

But as if his brain were playing tricks on him. Other scents began dancing around his nose. Could that be coffee he thought? Was there something cooking? No, something baking? Wait, it was sweet. Bread? He concentrated really hard and came to the conclusion that it was cinnamon and sugar. All of a sudden in his minds eye he could see white icing oozing over hot sticky buns. He asked himself, where is this coming from?

He reached over and grabbed a half-smoked Marlboro that was dangling on the edge of the ashtray while taking the last swig out of a warm bottle of Pellegrino that was also on the floor, leftover from last night. As he lifted his head he saw his favorite coffee cup on the nightstand, steam rising from it. He tried to convince himself that this was too good to be true. Now more than ever he believed this was all a dream. He reached over and stuck his finger in the cup and it was full and hot. Ouch! He brought the cup to his lips and took a sip from it. Hmmm, light and sweet. He knew now that he was not sleeping. As he put his cigarette out, he thought he heard water running, the sound of which triggered that morning urge to pee. He headed downstairs to the bathroom. Suddenly the sound was gone.

As he entered the bathroom, he could tell that someone had been showering. The vanity mirror and tiles were fogged up with condensation, and the air was thick and warm and moist. He stood in front of the toilet, concentrating, waiting to relieve himself. He sensed her presence. He felt something flutter along his inner forearm. It was one of her long blonde hairs caught in the Figaro bracelet that he wore on his right wrist. Like an instant video playback, a scene from the previous night started playing in his head.

It was a time for remembrances. He remembered her on her knees on the floor giving him head while he sat in his favorite chair in his den. He remembered how good it was. He remembered having his hands up and under her long flowing hair. He remembered her little noises that she made while giving him a truly memorable blow job. And how she made it a point to give special treatment to those spots that drove him wild, and how she treated his cock like it was the last meal of a death row inmate.

He wondered, where did this woman come from that could thoroughly figure out this terribly complex man? How does she give him so much pleasure? She seemed to be completely enslaved by him, but without relinquishing control, or losing her identity in the process. He remembered grabbing her hair, and pulling strongly, yet so gently as he exploded in her mouth. She groaned in pleasure, derived from seeing her lover in ecstasy, and tasting his love in her mouth. But she did not stop there, she continued until she brought him down like a skilled pilot landing a plane.

No pun intended, but back to the matter at hand. He pulled the strand of hair off of his bracelet and held it for a moment before dropping it into the wastebasket. Just as he started to pee, he was suddenly startled. She was there. She wrapped one of her legs around his thick muscular legs. He could feel her hard pointy nipples poking him in the back, and the pinchy curliness of the pubes on his left ass cheek, He could fell the cool dampness of her freshly showered skin. She then reached around and took his cock into her hand and held it for him while he peed. "It doesn't get much better than this" he thought to himself. All the while she was kissing his upper back, and caressing his chest with her free hand, She had wrapped her self around him like some sensual python, and he was succumbing to her, but then it happened.

It may have been an accident. Although it doesn't seem like it, for she was way to cunning and calculated to fuck up that easy. Just as he finished peeing, she gave his cock a couple of swift shakes, flushed the toilet and then made the biggest mistake since Adam biting into the apple.

SHE PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN IN HIS HOUSE!

What was going through her head? Was this some temporary lapse of sanity? Or was it some passive aggressive FEMI-NAZI stand that she was taking? Was it not enough to have his body and his passion or did she want to possess his spirit also?

The mood in the room instantly changed. All of a sudden she sensed something different, something unfamiliar. And all at once her strength and power were being stripped from her. She sensed his disdain at her action. She suddenly realized that she no longer had the ace in the hole, she was no longer in control. She realized that she had violated his boundaries and committed an act of sacrilege in his temple.

Immediately she began to fear the consequences, especially since she had no idea as to what she had coming. At this point she realized that her game had backfired and blown up in her face. She saw a look in his eyes that she had never seen before. A fiery rage, building as he looked at her. She was experiencing feelings that she had never felt before. All of a sudden she knew what Goldilocks felt like when confronted by the Three Bears.

For a moment, in the midst of her fear she felt a little twinge of pleasure. She knew that she was about to be punished for her indiscretion, and this excited her.

He looked at the toilet seat, then at her. Then at the toilet seat again, then at her. All at once she felt herself being lifted off the ground. In one fell swoop, he grabbed her around the waist with one of his big arms and carried her into the kitchen. In a blink of an eye this strong assertive woman was being toted around on his hip like a small child caries his teddy bear. Again the uncertainty of what was to happen to her excited her to no end. When they got to the kitchen, he plopped her down on the kitchen table, like a hunter preparing to butcher his catch. The cool Formica of the table felt good on her breasts. He laid her on the table with her legs dangling over the edge, leaving her in the perfect position, just ready for the taking.

She tried to squirm and escape, but he placed one of his huge hands in the center of her back to hold her down, like a carpenters project clamped to the workbench. Resistance was futile. And before she knew what was happening, before she could get a word out of her mouth, he had taken her. His hard cock penetrated her with such force that she swore he had gotten a running start. But no, she could still feel his hand in the middle of her back pressing downward on her as he thrust into her viciously, and with such and intensity that she would have sworn it was someone else and not the man she thought she knew so well. She saw a side of him that she had never seen before. She reached forward and tried to grab the far side of the table in a desperate attempt to escape from beneath him, but it was in vain. He reached down and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back while again forcefully burying his cock in her right to the hilt. She had no choice but to surrender to his fury. She felt his balls slap up against her with each thundering thrust of his cock, a cock that was swollen and harder than she had ever felt it before. He remained silent through this whole time, but each relentless blow he delivered shouted out to her.....THIS IS TO TEACH YOU A LESSON!

In their previous lovemaking, she had made him a pawn in her little game of sexual chess, but now he was taking the Queen like a valiant Knight. There was a time where she thought she had him wrapped around her finger, and now he had her impaled and helpless. And little by little he was taking back what was his. With each furious punishing thrust, he became stronger. He seemed to be drawing energy from that font between her legs. At this point she realized that she had been beaten at her own game. She was in checkmate and decided to give in to his passion. Instantly, waves of pleasure overtook her body, and she had an orgasm of such intensity that it felt like her brain had throw a surprise party for her pussy.

In the past her focus had been on dominating and emasculating this man, to such an extent, that she had cut off her nose to spite her face. She looked at how in the past she had taken the animalistic fury that is man, and just that fury was the source of her pleasure today. As the second wave shot through her body, she shook and screamed uncontrollably. The salt and pepper shakers that were on the table flew across the room onto the floor. And just as quickly as he had penetrated her he exited.

His hand quickly moved up her back to the nape of her neck and grabbed her hair. He sat back in a chair and brought her down from the table and onto her knees on the floor. He guided her by her hair right down into his lap and slipped his cock past her lips and deep into her mouth. She engulfed his cock and he felt it glide across her tongue and into the back of her throat. She could taste the wet stickiness that covered his cock, the juices that had flown from her pussy and onto his cock and balls. She licked him good, noticing how good she tasted and realized why her lover never minded spending so much time with his face between her thighs.

She felt him tighten his grip on her hair ever so skillfully, like the delicate hands of a surgeon, knowing where, when, and how deep to cut. She felt him pull her closer, and she prepared her self for the impending deluge.

For the first time since his awakening, he broke his silence. As the orgasmic floodgates broke into her mouth, he let out this throaty, half-yell, and half-moan. And as he pumped load after load into her mouth, he felt her struggle to hold it all. Instinctively he pulled her closer, for to spill any on the floor would be sexual blasphemy and would incur the wrath of the Sexual Gods and Goddesses.

As she tasted him, the flavor blended with her own to form a unique combination, like some mystical sexual curry that was being cooked by the fire of their passion. Gradually he released his hold upon her, like a cowboy releasing the reins on a wild mare that he had just broken. They now had a new perspective of their roles in this sexual rodeo of theirs. He slowly arose from his chair, and returned to his bed to rest. Shortly thereafter, she followed him upstairs with a fresh cup of coffee and a plate of those sticky buns that he had envisioned earlier. Soon after breakfast, they made love again. Only now they had new and more fitting roles to undertake. And as they fell asleep in each others arms, he knew his place as a man, and she knew her place as a woman... Of course she had to sleep on the wet spot.



Sunday Morning



"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was a year ago." I crossed myself and knelt closer to the confessional. "And in that time, I have lied, I have disobeyed God, and I have indulged in lust."

"Lust of what kind, my child?" I smiled a wicked grin, still uncomfortable at telling a priest what I did in bed.

"I... I had sex, father. Not with my husband, with my boyfriend." 

"What did you do to him?" I swore I heard something like a zipper coming undone, puzzled, then shook my head.

"I preformed oral sex on him, then he penetrated me vaginally--" Why was I confessing this? "And we did that twice."

"Did you like that?" Did I what? The tone in his voice had changed, become a bit more husky, more breathy, and I was positive he was masturbating in the center cubicle. I should have been disgusted, I know, but I was aroused instead. I sat back in the chair and hiked my skirt up around my waist, sliding a finger next to my clit.

"I did, Father." My legs were wet, and I was becoming rather paranoid about leaving a wet spot on the wood. I leaned back, putting one leg quietly on the pew, exposing my clit to quick fingers. 

"Did he like that?" 

I could hear the slap of his hand against his cock and balls, quick, then slowing and pulling. I was felt the tingle of a small orgasm coming as I thought about the way my boyfriend had arched his back and screamed my name as I ground my way to orgasm on top of him. The small orgasm passed quickly, and I took a sharp breath, slow to respond.

"He did, Father."

"Tell me about it."

I dug two fingers in and removed a breast with my other hand before beginning, "It was two nights ago. We were watching a movie on NBC, and he was running his hand up my thigh. I wasn't wearing any underwear." I added a third finger, feeling a larger orgasm approaching. "He began fingering me, first with one finger, then two, and I took his penis out and began stroking it slowly--much like you're doing now." The priest groaned. "We kissed until the precum began to show on his penis, then I licked it off. He liked it so much, he blew half his load in my mouth, which I swallowed eagerly. His cum tastes so good, but then he stopped himself, pulled me off of him, and shoved himself deep inside me. I screamed, then, because of the way he fucked me." The priest groaned again. "And then I came violently." 

I closed my eyes and allowed the larger orgasm to roll over me in waves, whimpering slightly. The hand-slapping had stopped. "Did you just come again?"

I was touching my clit gingerly. "Yes, Father."

"Young lady," he said sternly. "I think you had better come outside. ON YOUR KNEES, BEFORE GOD." I crawled out of the confessional on my knees, humiliated. Had I totally misread the situation? My head was down, and I only saw the sparkle of black patent leather shoes at my hands. "Pick up your head, raise your eyes to the Lord." 

His massive cock stared me in the face. He was hard, hairless, and had balls practically down to his knees. He was also uncircumcised, an area with which I had no practice. He moved one of the chairs in the modern church and sat down, putting his cock inches from my lips. 

"Come closer." I did. "Rest your hands on my knees." I did. "Now, do unto me like you did your boyfriend."

"Father," I said shyly. "I... I don't know what to do with this." I took a hand and slowly began to stroke his cock. The foreskin slipped back in my hand. 

"Do your best."

I began on the side of his legs, nuzzling them with my face, stroking his cock and then licking his balls. I worked my way up to the head, sliding my lips firmly down on his massive member, and working the foreskin with my tongue. I glanced up, and the priest had his head rolled back in pleasure. I began to suck, working his balls and shaft with one hand, holding his bucking steady with the other until I felt the precum dripping onto my tongue, which I lapped eagerly. 

"That's enough," he grunted, shoving me off. My legs were dripping wet, and i needed a good, deep dicking. "Stand up, face the wall." I did, and found myself with a giant crucifix. He hiked my skirt around itself, and stood in back of me. His hot breath crawled around my neck, one hand fingering me, the other holding me firmly in place by a breast. His erection slid firmly between my ass cheeks. With one hand, he spread my legs, then used his weight to shove me against the wall and the crucifix.

His cock slid down and began to crawl into my ass, slow but completely dry. The pain was horrible, and I almost began to weep when he shoved himself completely in in one fell swoop. He left himself there, fingering me and not moving. "You owe me a rosary," he said, pulling himself out slowly. The fingering was giving me great pleasure and my own juices were running down my legs. He pulled out, and moistened himself with his saturated fingers. Then he pushed himself back in, a little more comfortably. I began to mumble the prayers between pants, feeling him pound away inside me until the pressure was too much for me and him, and he came inside me with one resounding burst that combined with my own orgasm and dripped down to the floor.

He let me go then. "Lick it up. That, child, is your penance."



Sunday Morning



It was Sunday morning. I lay in bed, still half asleep under the quilt, feeling smug because I wouldn't have to get up for at least another hour or two. Or maybe three. Although I always sleep naked, the bed was lovely and warm. My husband Brian was away on business, and the children would happily stay in bed until noon. Or so I thought.

Half asleep, and with the quilt over my head, I didn't hear the door open. I vaguely realised someone had sat down on the bed next to me, but I had no idea who it was until she spoke.

"Morning, mummy." Zoë whispered breathlessly as she lifted the quilt and slipped in beside me.

Zoë often used to creep into our bed when she was a little girl, but now she was a grown woman. Still, it would be nice to have a warm body to cuddle up to. We snuggled together, and I felt bare flesh. Zoë was naked.

We lay together for I don't how long. My daughter's body pressed to mine, our faces almost touching. Her eyes were shut, and her breath smelled sweet. She looked so beautiful. It occurred to me that I was in bed with my grown-up daughter, and we were both naked.

I stroked Zoë's face. She opened her eyes and smiled.

"Lie on your front," she murmured. 

"Mm?" I mumbled, looking at her, puzzled.

"Give you a rub," she replied. Zoë often gives me a neck-and-shoulder massage, which is nice, but I didn't see how I could be any more relaxed than I was at that moment. Anyway, I disentangled myself from my daughter's arms and rolled onto my front, folding my arms under my head.

Zoë threw the quilt back and knelt over me. She started at the back of my neck, gently stroking away what little tension there was. Then she carried on down my back, making firm but smooth movements; her hands were so soft and gentle I could hardly tell she was touching me, but the effect was amazing, I thought I had been relaxed, but as Zoë's hands moved over my body I felt consciousness drifting away. All the while Zoë was quietly murmuring, meaningless sounds, soothing, relaxing my mind as she relaxed my body.

Without realising it, I had opened my legs and Zoë was kneeling between them. She began to massage my calves, teasing out the knots of tension that I hadn't known were there. Her hands moved higher, up the outside of my thighs to my hips. Zoë began kneading my buttocks, rubbing and squeezing, almost roughly now. A faint tingling stirred deep within my belly.

Zoë's hands were moving downwards again, along the inside of my thighs. I felt disappointed, there was only one part of me she hadn't touched; the part I wanted her to touch more than anything.

"Baby," I breathed, "please..."

But now her hands were moving up again, her fingers making small circular motions, fluttering over my skin like a gentle breeze, getting closer...

I shivered as she touched me, her fingertips tenderly brushing my cleft. Her touch became bolder, and I could feel blood rushing through my body, my face and breasts, my pussy lips.

Zoë carefully lowered herself on top of me, her nipples poking into my back, her hand still between my legs. Her fingers were probing my sex, spreading my lips, pushing deep inside me. I could feel wetness trickling out of me; liquid warmth spread out from where my daughter touched me.

"Love you, mum," she whispered in my ear.

Zoë masturbated me as I moved my hips back and forth, my nipples rubbed by the soft material underneath, becoming hard, almost aching. My whole body was suffused by that familiar, inevitable feeling, until my climax washed over me, making me cry out, helplessly.

I lay there for some time. Zoë took me in her arms and I could feel her breathing softly in my ear.

Eventually, I turned towards Zoë and took her face in my hands. I kissed her tenderly, trying to express the love I felt for her. I kissed her mouth, her cheek, her neck, then lower; brushing my lips across her breasts, her nipples, down to her belly, then further...

Zoë rolled onto her back and parted her legs. I could see tiny drops of moisture, like little jewels among her crisp, black curls. Using just the tip of my forefinger, I teased her clitoris from its hiding place. Zoë gave a tiny cry, sounding so young and vulnerable. Gently, softly, slowly rubbing with my finger, I explored her with my tongue. She tasted so fresh and clean. I slowly ran my tongue up and down her slit, occasionally pushing deeper inside, all the while circling her clit with my finger. Zoë was running her hands through my hair, across my shoulders and back, pushing me towards her centre. Zoë's breath was coming in short gasps now, and she seemed to reach a peak, giving an almost inaudible whimper. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and I gradually slowed my motions until her climax subsided.

I left my daughter to lie there, eyes shut, breathing deeply, while I went into the en-suite and ran a bath. When the bath was ready I roused Zoë and we got into the bath together. We soaped each other all over, taking our time, reveling in the luxury.

Suddenly, we came back to earth with a crash. Scott was pounding on the bedroom door.

"Mum!" he shouted, as only an eighteen-year-old boy can shout. "What about breakfast? I'm starving!"

I smiled at my daughter. Our pleasure was over for now, but we knew there would be more to come. 



Sunday Morning



You are the first to awake. 

The sun is streaming in through the curtains, the birds are singing and you can hear my soft gentle snoozes as I lie sleeping beside you. A quick glance at the clock tells you it is still early but you don't feel like sleeping.

You roll over closer to me, I'm lying on my side with my back to you, the duvet has slipped from my shoulders revealing my bare back and the thin strap of the satin slip I am wearing. You slip your arm casually through my arm and ever so gently lay it upon my left breast. You aren't sure if I am awake and don't want to disturb my peaceful slumbers. You gently cup your fingers around my breast, loving the way they feel much bigger when I lie on my side and loving the feel of the satin beneath your fingers. You slowly run them over the cool material following the curve of my breast. You gasp when to your surprise your fingertips brush over a partly erect nipple. You slowly move back again over the satin to find it again. It is definitely harder. You are in no hurry after all this is Sunday morning.

You playfully circle my nipple with your finger, every now and then 'accidentally' brushing my nipple to find it becoming more erect and harder. 

I roll slightly more towards you, this change in position exposing my other breast. You proceed to change the pattern of your hand movements to take in this welcome addition. By now I am awake and well aware of what you are doing but I still feign sleep. As you start to work on both breasts you find you can touch both nipples with your index finger and thumb and alternate between circling around and softly flicking their tips through the silky material.

I am most definitely awake now and let you know by starting to slowly move my hips. You feel the soft cheeks of my bum brush against your now hard cock, the head of which keeps slipping into the warm inviting cleft between my buttocks. You circle your other arm around behind my head and move your hand down the loose top of my slip. I let out a soft moan as your hand cups my breast and softly kneads their silky smoothness with your fingers. Your free hand tracing patterns over my hip as I turn my head towards you. 

Our mouths meet, hot, wet. open, tongue darting against tongue in some soft slow erotic ballet. My breath now coming in short hot pants of unbridled lust.

You toss back the duvet, it's getting hot under there. I know just which way you want this to go, So obligingly I raise myself up from the bed and get on my hands and knees so you can kneel behind me. I turn my head to make sure I can see our reflection in the full length mirror and watch as your hands move over the soft skin of my back then underneath me to encompass my breasts which swing away from my body in all their splendour. You gently squeeze them as I push my luscious bottom towards you. 

I can feel your erect cock hard between my thighs and I rock back and forth running my wet pussy lips along it. You have been very patient so far but now more than ever you need to be inside me. With one hand round the base of your rock hard cock and the other gently parting my cheeks, you plunge deep into my welcoming pussy. this takes me by surprise, I gasp with pleasure and drop to my elbows, burying my face in the pillows. 

You withdraw slowly so that the tip of your penis swirls between my lips which are now dripping with my delicious love juices. Again you thrust deep into my core feeling my warmth envelop your cock. My moans of delight muffled by the pillows till I turn my head to watch our exploits in the mirror. 

You take advantage of this. You know how I like to watch your cock slide in and out of me, so you make the most of this by thrusting as deep as you can go then slowly withdrawing till only the tip is just within my wet swollen lips. 

We play this voyeuristic game for what seems like ages, neither of us wanting it to stop. You love the way I push my hips to meet your thrusts and the delicious little wiggle I do when you are deep within me. You really have to concentrate to control your emotions. It feels heavenly. My pussy so hot, wet and tingling, every nerve ending on your swollen glans sending waves of pleasure to your brain. 

Your hands leave my hips and slide up to my breasts. you are watching in the mirror as they jiggle and sway below me. I know you find my breasts such a turn on and seeing them move like this arouses you even more.

You stay deep inside me and with both hands rub my soft breasts and hard nipples. I respond with a slow rhythmic circling of my bottom against you, stirring your hardness within.

You take one of your hands from my breast and move it to seek out that special nub of mine which because of our particular position isn't getting much attention. You slide your fingers into my wet slit and have no trouble at all in finding my clit. Immediately you go to work rubbing it gently at first then with more urgency as you feel me thrust harder against you. 

You look in the mirror to find me totally lost in ecstasy, cries of passion coming from my open mouth. I open my eyes and meet yours as you look at me. The look of lust on my face spurns you on to a series of deeper thrusts and more finger work on my clit. This has the effect we both know it would.

It starts when you feel me tighten against your hardness. I let out a deep moan which seems to come from my very soul. You feel spasm after spasm grip your cock. After another couple of deep thrusts you begin to lose control and waves of orgasmic sensations precede the urgent rush of hot cum from your cock. I feel it spurt deep inside me as you drop your head onto my back. 

You are totally spent now but your cock is still jumping inside me as you feel my little post orgasm contractions. Reluctantly you withdraw from my warm wet pussy and we collapse beside each other, a tangle of arms and legs, panting, breathless and totally satisfied.

I love Sunday mornings.



Sunday Morning



For a tantalizing second it hung, suspended by the tiniest thread, a perfect teardrop, before dropping, glistening orange-amber in the morning sun. Just a second later it splashed against tanned skin, rivulets spreading over the dark brown of a hardening nipple.

I giggled and lunged forward, sucking the piece of mango out of your fingers. 

It was Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows and across the bed. The Sunday papers were spread out amongst the rumpled sheets and our naked bodies. Half empty coffee cups steamed on the bedside tables, next to croissants and fruit salad, which you were now feeding me, piece by piece. My breasts shone with fruit juice, and I was looking forward to you cleaning them thoroughly with your tongue. 

Taking a strawberry, you gently traced it across my lips, just pulling away every time I tried to take a bite. Smiling at you, I tried to grab the strawberry, but you were too quick, and I squealed in happy frustration. Playing ‘keep away’ brought me closer to you, until I was literally crawling up your body trying to get the fruit. Clasping the strawberry in your teeth, you grabbed my hands, forcing them behind my back. I struggled, but you were far too strong. 

Leaning forward you ran the strawberry across my lips again. I slowed my struggle, moaning softly, until you let me take the strawberry from your mouth. Your tongue followed, and we kissed amongst the sweet fruit, juices running down both of our chins as our tongues slid across each other. I moaned into your mouth, sucking your tongue into me. Your hands loosened their hold on mine and you pulled me into you.

As we kissed, my hand strayed across your stomach and soon found your thickening hardness. Sucking harder on your tongue my hand began to slide up and down, giving just the slightest twist as I came up over your swollen head. Leaning back against the pillows you pulled me with you. 

My tempo on your cock increased as our mouths opened wider, trading tongues, sucking and biting, a perfect way to start a Sunday. 

Breaking for air you began to lick my neck, slowly moving down onto my sweet, sticky breasts. My nipples were huge, dark brown circles, puffy and erect with excitement. I threw back my head as you licked and sucked the juice off me. Deftly circling my nipples with your tongue making them even harder, causing you to suck them whole into your mouth. 

My hand job had grown furious, and your cock was achingly hard, my hand spreading your precum over your shaft. Finally, I could not take any more and in one swift move I mounted you. I paused for a split second to look you squarely in the eye before I slid down, burying you into me. I sat straight up, my back arched, pushing my breasts forward. 

I closed my eyes and clasped my hands behind my head, lifting my long, dirty-blonde hair; I began to just barely rock my hips back and forth. I was not so much riding you in that I was not lifting myself up and down, but in the rocking motion. You began to slide against me, your cock was so hard and swollen, and my pussy so incredibly tight and wet that even the slightest motion perpetuated the perfect friction. 

You barely moved, but watched me as I rocked, murmuring and cooing as I lost myself in the moment. 

Sitting up on you, you filled me completely. You could feel the tip of your cock brushing against my back wall. By rocking on you, I was rubbing the head of your cock along the back of my pussy. I moaned louder, breaking out in goose bumps from the feel of you so deep, brushing against me.

The rocking slowly grew in intensity, but I still did not actually ride up and down on you. You were afraid to break the spell, and you didn’t touch me at all. You just pushed up as hard as you could, ensuring continued contact as deep into me as possible. Rocking faster I arched my back even more, lifting my clasped hands higher on my head, hair spilling out, my eyes still closed, I began to pant and grunt, my thighs clamped as tightly as possible against you. 

Just my hips moved, rapid back and forth movements. I began to bite my lip so hard I was afraid it might start to bleed. You could feel me getting tighter, so you thrust upward, causing me to jolt and cry out. My hands were clenched so tightly behind me with eyes half open, glazed and unfocused. I have never lost myself so completely. 

Suddenly the rocking became furiously fast and then I exploded. With loud moans my pussy contracted on you like a vice, squeezing your cock so hard it almost hurt. Still barely moving anything but my hips, I sat there moaning your name, my cunt contracting around your cock, hair wild around me, nipples bigger than they have ever been before. 

You erupted. Thick streams shooting out of you. You were buried so deep in my cunt that you immediately began to drip out of me, which only elongated my orgasm. I am not sure how long we came together like that; time had stood still as I built myself up. Eventually I opened my eyes all the way and they slowly come back into focus. I collapsed onto you, my head on your chest, your hardness still buried inside me.

We lay like that for a long while, not saying a word, our hearts beating together, our emotions and satisfaction obvious in the comfortable silence. 

We were both still sticky from the fruit, sweat and sex, when I finally got up to pee. You heard me start the shower, then leaning around the bathroom door and giving you a saucy smile.

"Care to join me?" I whispered. 

Standing behind me as the warm water cascaded over us, you lathered the shampoo through my hair. Taking your time to massage my scalp. I purred in contentment. I had never had a more compatible lover. After finishing my hair you washed my body, making sure to spend a lot of time on my breasts. By now I was wet again and you were hard, your cock was brushing against my buttocks, slippery with water and soap. As you washed my chest and stomach I pushed my buttocks back against you, enveloping your stiff cock. 

Sliding your hand down my stomach your fingers found my clit, engorged from our earlier sex and the water pulsating against it. Circling my now sensitive clit with your fingers you gently bit my neck as you slid your cock between my slippery ass cheeks. I threw back my head, resting it on your shoulder. Your fingers easily slid up and down my lips, causing me to squeal and wriggle my ass even harder against your cock. The water pounded us as you fingered me, your cock swollen and nestled between my ass cheeks. I turned my head and kissed you. Grinding against me, you could feel your cock building towards the point of no return. 

You positioned your fingers so my clit poked through allowing the water to flow and spurt against it. I began to go wild from the sensation, wriggling my bottom around your cock, growling profusely. Reaching over you turned the water up higher. 

"Oh fuck yes,” I moaned into your mouth.

Taking a step back you pushed my shoulders forward. I braced myself with my hands, leaning against the front of the shower, the water pouring over my back. You ran your cock over my pussy, sliding it along the length of me, parting my swollen inner lips. 

"Oh fuck Baby,” You murmured 

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" was my only response as you slid into me from behind. Keeping one hand on my clit you grabbed my waist with the other, giving my ass a playful spank as you did. I began doing push ups against the wall, fucking you stroke for stroke. Water rushed over us, our bodies a blur of motion amidst the fog of the shower. 

"Oh God you are filling me" I panted "Filling my pussy”

You buried myself deep into me, lost in the primordial rhythm of lust. Standing on my tiptoes I arched my back and began to moan. Your balls slapping against me as your thumb began to probe my ass. The multitude of sensations overwhelmed both of us: the cascading water, your fingers circling my engorged clit, your aching, throbbing cock sliding in and out, your balls slapping against me, your thumb buried deep in my ass.

Without any warning your cock swelled and exploded. Feeling the first burst, I screamed out with my own orgasm, clenching onto your cock and thumb simultaneously. Before you could unleash your second burst I had pulled away from you and spun around, dropping to my knees. 

Grabbing your cock just as another spurt of cum shot out of you and splattered onto my chest, I jerked you off.

"Fuck Baby cum on me" I moaned "cum on my breasts, cum on me" my last words were drowned out by my insatiable greed and inability to not suck you deep into my mouth in order to taste the last drop of your cum. Grabbing my head with your hands, the water continued to massage us both.



Sunday Morning Breakfast



We start this day off with me collaring you after a wild morning love making session. I put your shiny metal collar around your neck telling you today you are to be my plaything. That we are going to spend the day out having fun. You ask me what kind of fun with a wicked smile on your face; I put my finger to your lips telling you that a play toy should do as she is asked without question. You lower your head demurely asking me if you have displeased your master. You tell me you wouldn't want to do anything to spoil our fun. I ask if you remember your word, you repeat it to me. Good now let's get started.

You are instructed to shower and shave to be sure you are as smooth as can be. We want to start the day out fresh and new you might come home dripping and sticky but the day should start new. We shower and I lay out your clothes for the day while you shave and dry up. You come out to find your fishnet stockings and garter laid out. I have picked a short; mid thigh, skirt for you to wear it has a slit up one leg that stops at the top of your stockings. I have picked a blazer for you, no blouse only the blazer. The one that only buttons half way up stopping just below your breast. Before you finish buttoning the blazer, I hand you your nipple clamps to put on. I tell you that you probably won't wear them all day but I want you to start out with them. With you dressed, I ask you to turn around for me so I may look at how hot and wanton you are. As you turn around when your back is facing me, I ask you to stop. I ask you to bend over as if you are picking something up straight legged. As you do this for me, I moan and tell you this is just what I wanted to see.

Now that we are both ready we head out. As it is a warm day and relatively early I suggest we head down to the beach for a walk on the pier or down the strand. I have asked you to bring your vibrator along for the ride. I want to see just how worked up and juicy I can keep you all day. I've asked you to hike up your skirt and please yourself on the drive. You have been told not to cum yet though to bring yourself to the edge and then back off. On the drive out, I pull up besides every SUV or pick up I can find on the road. I love to hear the comments and horns honking as they look over to see your legs spread and you going to town on your bald pussy with your vibrator. As we pull up to park, there is a group of surfers next to us. I wait for them to turn and look at us then I run my fingers through your wet glistening cunny lips scooping out a helping of honey for myself. As you get out of the car, they comment on what they would like to do to you. The comments are rather dirty making you blush. I tell them sorry you're not there's to touch and use as we walk away. Walking away, I ask you if you liked that. You nod your head yes, saying it did turn you on. 

We walk down the strand a bit; it's relatively empty at this time of day. There is a gentle breeze blowing and the sun is warm. You tell me how hot you are getting walking around almost exposed with the sun warming you and the breeze blowing under your skirt on your skin. I wait until we are in front of someone's picture window, here I see him inside starting his morning looking out at the beach. I stop telling you I want to see how wet you are, turning your back to the window I hold you with my arms around you I life your skirt grabbing your ass. He sees us, we have gotten his attention. I kiss you and tell you that you have an admirer, that I want you to turn around in my arms. You turn looking him in the eyes as I lift your skirt again, letting him watch us as I slip my finger between your wet lips. I draw my fingers through your cunny tickling your clit as I move my hand away. I bring my fingers to your mouth; you stick your tong out and lick them clean while he watches. We wave to him and walk on our way.

You turn to me and tell me how hot that made you. Seeing him rub his stiffening cock knowing it was you that caused it. You ask me if I am having fun exposing you. To answer you I put your hand on my hard cock and kiss you deeply. As we begin to walk again, you say you'll take that as a yes. I tell you that you are a wonderful plaything. The best toy I have ever had.

It's time for some breakfast now and we find a little café to eat at. The café is small and crowed. We take a table in the front by the window. When the waitress comes to take our order, I notice she stands on your side while trying to discreetly look down your top. When she walk away I tell you this, you tell me I'm seeing things. Knowing I saw what I did I tell you to go to the rest room and un-button one button. When you come out the blazer still does a good job of holding you in, but gives the illusion of showing something more. This also has brought the chain on you clamps just into view. When the waitress comes back with our order it's now obvious that she is looking down your top. When she leaves, I tell you to bend forward next time she comes by and let her look all she wants. You tell me you still think I'm crazy but you have to admit we are getting the best service in the joint. When she sees we are finished she brings us the tab. As she lays it on the table, she leans close to you. She says thank you for making her morning and asks if we would like her number for later. You tell her you're flattered but no thank you.

I ask you how you are doing as we walk back to the car. You admit I was right about the waitress and that now you are so hot and wet you would do anything to cum. I must agree with you, telling you that you have made me so hard I think my cock is going to explode. As we reach the car, I suggest we do something about this. I tell you I want to cum in your mouth, that I don't want to cream your cunny yet, I still want to show it off. You grown telling me I'm wicked. 

Opening the car, you sit in your seat as I stand next to you. This puts my crotch at the perfect height for you to give me a blowjob. You reach up knowing this is what I want and unzip my pants. You reach in trying to pull my cock out. I am so hard my cock won't come out; you have to unbutton my pants and pull them down my ass to get me out. With my cock free you hold it and lick my shaft, rubbing the clear pre-cum I am leaking already on your cheeks. This is so fucking hot, you licking my cock in the parking structure. Your tong has me oblivious to anything but you. You on the other hand have noticed the three guys walking by. You watch as they see us and stop to watch. You are already so hot you want to explode, seeing them watching just makes you hotter. You suck me in as deep as you can, not stopping until my balls are hitting your chin. You make eye contact with them as you suck my cock like a porn star. Grabbing my ass, you pump me into your throat. You are playing my cock like a musical interment letting them listen to my moaning. Looking into their eyes as I tell you how fucking good you are. You have me at a boiling point Lisa, I tell you I am going to cum. Putting my hand on your head, you grab my ass. Digging your fingers into my ass, you pull me into your throat as I arch my back cumming. You keep eye contact with your audience swallowing every drop I empty into your throat. 

As you milk the last drops from me, I finally notice you staring intently behind me. As I pull out of your mouth one of them speaks up saying that was great and asks if he can be next. I look in your eyes for the answer. I find our answer, turning to them, I say they can only look but not touch. They all moan in protest saying that show has them all hard as a rock and ready to cum. I tell them you were about to get yourself off for me, that they are welcome to watch the second half of the show. They all say they would love to. I tell you to get out and sit on the hood so we can all have a front row seat. You move to the front of the car leaning back on the hood. You are so worked up by this your eyes are glazed over. 

Standing there, you ask what it is we want to see. One of them speaks up saying he wants to see you fuck you cunt until it is quivering and creamy.

Pulling your skirt up you sit on the hood, your voice dripping with wanton lust, you tell us it will be your pleasure. Spreading your legs wide you begin to rub yourself as our new friends cheer you on. They begin by telling you how hot you are and telling you what they want to see. As things get hotter, they start pulling out there cocks and getting cruder in their comments as they jack off to your show. Calling you a slut, and telling you things they want to do to you. Things like covering you in cum, fucking your sweet ass, or filling all of your holes at once. The cruder they get the hotter it makes you. When your eyes close and I hear your breath catching I know you are getting close to cumming. I lean down by your ear telling you how fucking hot this is watching you play with yourself for strangers, I tell you you're going to make me cum again, you're going to make us all cum. Hearing this you arch your back and begin to cum. You scream and grown as your orgasm builds. Your pussy pulses squirting your sweet cum all over them. As your cum splashes them they start to let loose and cum. One by one they cum for you, on you. I step to the side and watch as your cum covers them soaking there cocks and hands as they stroke for you. They step closer to you, close enough so there cum will land on you. They each aim for your pussy covering you in there thick hot sticky cum from your belly button to your thighs. When the cum has stopped flying you are coated. Cum soaked and dripping

They thank you as they put themselves back in order and move on. You ask me to help you wipe off and clean up a little. I tell you I still need to cum again as I drop my pants and press my throbbing cock into you. Watching you and seeing you covered in cum has made me hot. I press myself to you letting my cock slid over you cum soaked cunny. I tell you to hold my cock and rub it over you before you guide me into yourself. As I sink into you, I can feel there cum making you slippery as I slide over you. I pound into you fast and hard telling you hot fucking hot you look covered in cum. You ask me if I would like to see it dripping out of you, if I want to feel your pussy full of some other guys cum. I grown at hearing this cumming instantly.

Now I can help you up, help you walk back to your seat. I tell you not to wipe anything off; I want to see it dry on you before we clean you up. I help you remove your skirt as you sit down now we can drive home to get ready for our next adventure.



Sunday Morning Church



She is doing it to me again and yet remains unaware.

I am watching my beautiful wife of 20 years slowly get dressed as I put on my shirt and tie. Generally conservative and reserved the last thought on her mind involves seduction at this hour of the day. I could ask no more of her as she has given her life to raising and educating our children. I am grateful for her and the way she gracefully handles the many details and surprises of life with our two young children. She is oblivious to my rising desire for her as we dress for church. The not so gentle sounds of my two young sons interrupts the moment and snaps me back to the reality that we will be late if we don't hurry ourselves along.

The ride to church is uneventful until she crosses her legs four or five times in an effort to be more comfortably seated. Of course, in my finite male mind, I interpret this as a subtle sign that she enjoys the friction of nylon against nylon and may be ready for deep caresses and kisses later in the day. This is an incorrect interpretation of the sort that I have come to accept during our marriage. The sound of our children arguing in the backseat seals the deal crushing another erotic urge.

Properly seated in our regular pew we greet friends attending the service. We all wear attire that is more formal than that which we wear Monday through Saturday. It is during these moments that my amiable nature disguises the growing erotic burn inside of me.

Why these feelings regarding church and sex? Not because I wish to rebel against any particular religious teaching. Sex and more importantly love is indeed a gift from God that I respect and cherish. Our minister begins his 45 minute sermon on total depravity and original sin. He's very likable but makes for a better professor of theology than an inspiring public speaker. He drones on and several in the congregation retreat to their own private thought world.

It is during the sermon that my mind begins to wander. I mean no disrespect but I imagine the intoxicating scent of recent sex emanating from between the legs of many of the women in the prim and proper congregation. I sense the sexual frustration of the single mom whose husband abruptly left her because he lost his job and foolishly convinced himself that he did not to be married any longer. Her newborn suckles at her breast discreetly covered beneath a blanket. Those that sit near her smile at the sound of the cooing satisfied infant. 

Suddenly, I have stepped back to that moment in bed when I discovered that my wife desired something beyond pure vanilla sex . Her sex drive while pregnant with our second son rocketed out of sight. She was plump and full and beautiful. She desired cuddling and loving on a regular basis. Her breasts blossomed to twice their normal delightful size. She was always moist to the touch and opened like a flower within seconds of the first graze of my fingers. She was cavernous inside and ravenous outside. My penis found a warm, responsive and receptive place inside of her each night. Soft, slow, hard or fast, it all made her happy. I could not get enough of her body. She was welcoming me deeper inside than ever before. My tongue no longer lightly poked and prodded with gentle but insistent attention. Instead, I felt as if I could swallow her whole from the inside out with a hunger she had never seen in me before. As with both of her pregnancies, we had sloppy, wet, laughable, farting noise sex right up until a few hours before she went into labor. I can only imagine that her obstetrician had to feel her way through a river of my semen to get to the baby inside. 

The minister's sermon has turned to fire and brimstone and I am jerked back to reality. I adjust the clothing around my crotch to hide my arousal. All it took was the thought of the young single mom combined with the nylon crossed legs of my wife sitting next to me to transport me to another place. All of me is now back in the present tense. My right hand rests gently on my wife's left thigh just above her knee. Nothing suggestive yet but during the last half of the sermon I cannot promise to be good. Again, being a male I expect that this gentle touch of mine will cause her to turn wet with desire dampening the wine colored pew cushion beneath her fine bottom. Instead she looks annoyed that I have distracted her attention from the pronouncements at the pulpit. All I really want to do right now is kneel down before her and bury my tongue and face in her gaping glistening vagina. I am of the school that ladies always come first unless my balls are absolutely about to bust so I am willing to stay there for as long as it takes to satisfy my bride. 

I am now back in my own little Private Idaho. Desire owns me for the moment in this holy and reverent place. I recall drinking in my wife's breast milk while softly circling her clit with my fingers. Her orgasms were powerful and prolonged and I felt like a bona fide stud brimming with confidence. My hand now squeezes my wife's thigh a little tighter. I'm moving slowly up her leg in delicate fits and starts. She will either discreetly brush away my hand or she will let me continue my journey. Her legs are uncrossed and parted ever so slightly. I can smell her. I can practically taste her. If she put her tongue on the tip of my cock she could taste me too. But none of that is going to happen. Her left hand pulls my fingers loose from her thigh. She quickly crosses her legs again and I am thwarted from my erotic destination.

Of course I refuse her logical hint that this is neither the time nor place to be copping a feel. Having more stubbornness than smarts is a male affliction. My wife's attention is back on the minister and all I can imagine is bending her over the pew in front of us and delivering my cock over and over again into her luscious behind. Another pregnant sex flashback with more uninhibited, delicious and comical sex .We are not self conscious at all. Anything goes. I am able to plant myself firmly in her ass with my fingers sent out on a search and enjoy mission to spread her vulva and dip inside to caress her G spot. 

Now I am the one in the pew with legs spread apart slightly wider than normal. I imagine my wife kneeling down in front of me and returning the favor of exquisite oral sex. 

Suddenly the congregation has gone to prayer. It's a wake up call for each of us that has been indulging our imaginations while the sermon was preached. It will only be a few more minutes until we are back in the car for the return trip home.

While driving I decide to make sure that I time my visit to our bedroom to coincide with my wife removing her clothes. Rarely does this work as planned but today is my day. We are able to make quick and satisfying love in this private moment that leaves us both panting for more yet confident in the knowledge that we will continue later in the evening 

Just as quickly we are back down to the kitchen to make lunch with the taste of my wife still on my tongue, face and fingers. I'm already looking forward to next Sunday

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Sunday Morning Delight



You awake in strange surroundings. It takes a moment for your eyes' and your mind' to focus. Just for that moment you can't really place yourself within the universe. You realize that you are lying in a bed. Surrounded by a sea of silky sheets. A light yellow with pale green flowered accents. But whose bed is it? It seems so unfamiliar. So alien.

As you sit up your eyes scan around the room, and you remember. It is a room – an open room – in a small Polynesian-style home. Woven grass mats cover a rough-hewn wooden floor. The fragrance of the wood fills the morning air. The air is moist and heavy. Warm but still new with the newness of the still emerging day. As you look around you begin to remember. 

Saturday night. You arrived here late on Saturday – just at the time when evening begins to blend with afternoon. The long shadows of the sheer mountain cliffs were just beginning to stretch out like long fingers, clawing their way out across the blue Pacific. The storm had been awful. A winter storm. They didn't hit that often. At least not with such enormous ferocity. But this one did. The rain drove to the ground like tiny watery meteors. Driving against your skin. Stinging your face. Blurring your vision.

It was a new trail you had been riding. One that had drawn your for years. But one that had always remained untaken. Why you decided to venture out upon it when a storm was clearly brewing is something you may never know. Perhaps it was the fact that Sunday morning would soon be coming. And you knew you couldn't take it even one more time. Every Sunday morning he reached out for you. You lay and watch the ceiling. Hoping it will go by quickly. Feeling a hard stick poking in your back. Listening to his grunting. Noting once more that he has no concern for your feelings. For your pleasure. None whatsoever. Sunday morning hell. Every Sunday morning. Count the cracks. Wait for him to be done. Pretend you enjoy it. Try to smile.

No, you are not sure why you ventured out. But venture out you had. And within an hour you were lost. The forest was thick and the sky so dark. What had been lovely little brooks transformed into raging and threatening torrents. Water driving down from the mighty cliffs into the sea.

At first you thought of crossing. You had to cross to get back home. And with the gathering darkness your need to feel the warmth of home was growing. As the storm knitted its fury you began to think that at a time like this even John's arms would feel warm. Well, perhaps not warm. Not exciting. But at least safe. And if not safe, at least familiar. As you thought of him your heart began to shrivel. How long could a person live with not an ounce of passion. But with the water rising you realized that you would settle for safe. Or at least familiar. Why not? You had been settling for it for years. And you realized that maybe the truth is that there is nothing else. Maybe life has no passion. At least not for anyone beyond 16. Then you turned your mind to more important matters. Like negotiating the raging stream. 

You realized within the first few steps that it was hopeless. Bonny knew it as well as you did. Probably better. You might be able to force her into the water but she would never make it across. But you knew that made no sense. As she clawed her way back up the soppy slope you realized again in just a moment that riding her out was a mistake. In a moment she has slipped. And you were both on the ground. Sliding across the mud.

In one more moment you were up and walking. You felt parts of your body for at least a minute. And nothing seemed to be broken. And a quick check of Bonny also brought relief. She was limping. Just slightly. But she seemed to be okay. It seemed that you had walked for hours. Maybe it really wasn't. But it seemed that way. You remember wondering if you would ever make it home again. A foolish thought you tell yourself. You ask yourself what you are worried about. There are hardly lions, tigers, or bears in Hawaii. But even as the storm begins to blow out to the west you feel the weight of the darkness on your heart. You wonder if the stream will have subsided enough to cross. But how far back is it? And in which direction? It is then that you came to grips with the fact that you were lost. 

And now, as you look around the room and your eyes begin to focus on the objects in it, you remember. The light in the distance. The shape of the little home forming in the distant darkness as you moved closer. And you remember your first sight of him. The broad flat covered porch that stretched out in front of the house. The crude wooden desk that occupied a corner of the deck. At first it was hard to determine that it was a human being at all. But as you grew closer the lump began to form into a person. A man. Sitting at the desk. Soft light from twin torches drifted back and forth across the rough wood deck. And when his gaze rose to meet you it reflected from his dark brown eyes and danced within his flowing hair.

And as he stands you realize that he's been carving, using traditional Hawaiian tools. You blush inside for just a moment as you remember. Remember your gaze as it drifted down his body. Wood chips cover his upper body. You see the chips that are snarled within the dark course hair that covers his thick chest. Your heart skips for a moment as your realize that he is naked. Down to the worn blue jeans that cling to his long legs. Your eyes wandered over the deep muscles in his chest as he walked, step by step, closer to you. You remember was he moved closer and your gaze drifted even lower. You watch the steel buttons in his fly. You watch them as they move back and forth as he walks. You can almost feel the bulge beneath them. And you gasp inside as you realize how suddenly you want to know what lies behind them.

You watch his muscles, rippling as he moves. You watch so closely that you are startled when he speaks. "Aloha" he says as he reaches out his hand to you. His voice is rich and deep. And without thinking you reach your hand out to him. And your heart beats quicker as you wait for him to take it. You wonder what his hand will feel like. Big, strong hands, rimmed by deep calluses. 

But you were shocked when he reached past your outstretched hand and took the reins from your other hand. You draw back your hand and thrust it in your pocket. Snakebite. You berate yourself for being so forward. For assuming. And you remind yourself that you aren't 21 anymore. Without a word he takes Bonny and leads her toward a stable behind the house. You just stand and watch his back as he slowly walks away. And your gaze collects on the tight muscles of his lower back. The end of a deep V that finds its way to his tight buttocks. You watch them for a second and then turn away. You told yourself that it was ridiculous. What would John think? What would your daughter think?

He shocked you when he finally returned. For you did not hear him coming. His movements through the night were swift and silent. Flowing through the darkness. He stood silently and you watched his eyes. Eyes that were so strong but still tender. You sensed that his eyes had seen many things. Had felt their share of life. Slowly he held out his hand to you and this time you realize that he really does want yours.

You can feel the strength of his great hand as it closes around yours. Like his eyes his hands are strong but gentle. You walk together to the porch and once again the smell of fresh cut wood fills your soul. And you feel the sawdust that clings to the back of his hand. He doesn't speak as he leads you to the door. For just a moment you hesitate as he starts to lead you in. 

But you walk behind him and in your heart you know that you can trust him. You don't know why. But you have never known anything so surely in your life. You step through the door and you are greated by a magic chamber. Scented candles burn in every corner. Their soft light moves in gentle waves, drifting back and forth across the room. Flowers appear in every possible location. Their sweet fragrance fills the air. 

You feel a trance begin to descend upon you. This cannot possibly be real. Soon he sits you in a chair. A chair that he has made by carving Koa wood. The chair is sitting by a table and he gently presses you down into it. Then his rich voice comes again. "Looks like you've had a bit of trouble tonight." Only then do you realize what you must look like. You can feel the dried mud and a spot of crusted blood.

Then he disappears again. Moving silently across the room. When he returns he is walking deliberately. And carrying a pan in one hand and has a towel draped over the other arms. You can't help but watch the muscles moving slowly in his arms as he approaches. In a moment the pan is on the table and the towel soon lands beside it.

Then his massive body is leaning down before you. He is on his knees as he reaches up and begins to pull your left riding boot from your foot. You recoiled for just a moment. Then let out a slight objection. He looked up in inquisition. His deep brown eyes searching yours. And then again you can feel his massive hands pulling on your boot.

It is off in just a moment and the other follows in a heartbeat. They clunck on the handhewn floor as he places them to the side. Your socks glide off and quickly land beside them. Your heart is beating faster. How far does he intend to carry this? What would John think? You aren't sure. But you suspect that he wouldn't be pleased.

But these thoughts begin to crumble as you feel his strong hands massaging your feet. The warm cloth bathes them gently. Then his strong hands apply a rose-scented lotion. And you feel a tingle run up your legs as he massages them ever so slowly. His hands move back and forth across your feet. Then they are at your ankle. Then they slide slowly inside the cuff of your pants. Moving gently up your leg.

Your can feel your heart beating faster just as he abruptly stands. Now the cloth is at your face. His fingers move about your face. The mud slowly disappears … and he eventually looks down and gazes deep into your eyes. Then two fingers return to your face. And start at your temple and gently trace the outline of your chin and slowly slide down into the small of your neck. His fingers play there for a moment. Then they move slowly ever lower. His cloth touches the mud spots at the bottom of your neck. Then the cloth slides slowly under the top of your riding habit. You can feel his hand gently swabbing your shoulder. It drops down and your heart begins racing. 

You can feel your nipples harden. You are staring straight ahead. Trying not to look at him. But then once again your eyes find the buttons on his jeans. You watch the bulge beneath them as it moves toward you. You feel his hand move down. Then you feel his fingers, gently playing with the first button. You feel you should object. But you don't. Your heart is racing now. You can feel it pounding in your chest. You begin to squirm in the chair. You can feel your eyes boring into his buttons. Your hand wants to reach out and touch them. But you know you do not dare. His hands are on your other buttons. You feel your shirt as it slides slowly across your skin. And you feel the cool night air rushing in to cover your breasts.

He takes your arms from the shirt and in a moment you are sitting in front of him wearing only your leather riding pants. You can feel a dampness forming. Your heart is racing. A tightness fills your legs. You watch as his eyes move to yours. Your breasts are small. But you can feel them fuller than they have ever been. You can feel your nipples stretching tighter. And you wait to feel his weathered hands as they take your breasts.

But instead he takes the cloth and washes your chest. The cloth is rough and warm. You can feel it making circles around your breasts. Closing closer. The circles tighten. The warm rough cloth moves closer. And closer. You can feel it coming. Just as you feel the cloth approaching your left breast your arch your back and thrust your breast up to him. And waves of pleasure pass through you as his hand lightly scrapes your nipple. 

He stands behind you as he moves the warm cloth all over your body. Spreading fire across your skin. At last you feel him pulling you up and you turn to kiss him. Instead he reaches forward and puts his arms around you from behind. You can smell the wood dust and dried sweat on his skin as he leans his head over your shoulder, looking down. His fingers are at the buttons of your pants. In a moment you feel them sliding down your legs. Your panties follow quickly. Lying in a heap on the floor. You can feel the buttons of his pants pressing into your butt as he reaches down to wash your legs. As his hands move up and down your legs you can feel the bulge inside his pants pushing against your skin. His arm brushes against your nipple as he reaches down and washes the inside of your thighs. His hands move up ever so slowly. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. Your mouth is on his neck. The inside of his arm moves up and down against your breast. Straining the nipple as his hands move gently inside your thighs. His fingers are sliding gently through your pubic hair. The rough warm cloth gently parts the lips at your entrance. Just the tip of his one finger slides inside as he moves the cloth toward the top.

Your heart is racing faster. And your legs begin to shake. You have never wanted someone so badly in your life. And you twist your head back and you try to kiss him. But for some reason he refuses. And suddenly his hands move slowly from your body.

Then he stands beside you, reaches down and picks you up into his arms. You can feel the rock hard muscles in his arms and in his stomach as he holds your naked body against his chest. It takes about a minute before you reach the rear of the house. But as you turn the corner you see the light of a full moon stretching across the water. It dances a silver two step as the waves peak and flow. You can feel their motion. Moving gently in and out. In and out. Deep then shallow. In and out. The silver flows and sparkles. And he lays you down on your back on a satin sheet that covers the rough back deck.

But to your surprise he lies down beside you but looks up into the sky. His magic hands are pointing out the stars. Your heart is slowing as his rich voice tells stories about young lovers who where separated and thrown into the sky. At last your heart has stopped pounding and your legs have lost their tension. At first you are disappointed and a bit embarrassed. You wonder if you really look that unattractive. But eventually your heart is lighter. As you listen to the sound of his rich laughter and feel the sweetness of his smile.

Hours pass but you don't notice. He tells you of his Hawaiian ancestors. And stories from long ago. You find that you are telling him all your secrets. All you've held for so many years. Stories from your childhood. And you feel they are safe with him.

At last the night wears on and you are beginning to feel the tug of tiredness. You wish that you had felt his body. You wish that you had felt his body, sliding into yours. But still the night has been wonderful. All the sense of moonlight, of mystery, of magic. A night you never will forget. But finally you ask "What time is it getting to be?" And you watch him as he walks back into the house. And you wonder. Why didn't he want me. And you feel a pain of sadness pierce your heart. 

When he returns he is carrying a small bottle and a watch. He approaches and stands beside you, his penetrating eyes looking down at yours. "It's 12:34" he says. "You know what that means?" he asks. You have no idea and you tell him so. 
"It's finally Sunday morning" he says, as a broad smile crosses his face. You hesitate for a moment without speaking. You begin to ask. But then fall silent. And you know that he knows. Somehow he knows. 

Then he strides across the deck and picks up a long feather that has been recently shed by his pet peacock. And he crosses back to you. He stretches you out on your back and asks you to close your eyes. You obey. Until you feel the soft silky tingle of the tip of the feather. Stiff and hard, but gentle. He brushes it across you face. It gently touchs your lips. The touch of the feather joins with the rush of the moonlight and your heart races in a moment. Then the feather travels down your neck. It moves slowly across your chest. And brushes gently across your nipples. Just the tip moves back and forth across the nipples. Then a touches a little harder. And a little faster. You can feel the passion building as you feel the feather sliding down your legs. The tip moves in circles around your stomach. Then you feel the smooth oil as it puddles on your stomach. His hand is on your stomach. Massaging the oil into your skin. Then the flower moves again, crossing the stomach. You feel it moving lower. He moves it gently down your thigh. Up and down the inside of your thigh. Touching here then there. Softer. Then harder. At last you feel it as it slides across your entrance. Just the tip of the pushs inside. He moves it gently up and down. You arch your back up to drive it inward, but he draws it back away. Over and over the feather moves around you. First inside. Then deeper. Then grazing along the lips.

Your heart is racing. You want to feel his body holding yours. You begin to moan as the flower pushes deeper inside you and you thrust up toward him when he stops abruptly, reaches down, and gathers you up and into his arms. He fingers find your face. "Did anyone ever tell you that you are an incredibly beautiful woman?" he asks. And his fingers slide again across your face. You slip your arms gently around him and draw his body to yours as you feel his lips gently kiss your cheek. He kisses you again and then again. And his lips move closer to yours. You can feel his hot breath on your cheek and you can smell the pungent smell of wood and dust and sweat. The smell of life. The smell of strength. The smell of freedom.

Finally his lips find yours and they kiss yours gently. Again your heart is racing. His mouth tastes like a man. In a heartbeat your tongue slips into his mouth. You probe gently inside. The tip of your tongue gently touching his. Your hands slip down and slide across his buttocks. Your draw his hips to you and you can feel the buttons as they grind into you. 

His kisses are coming faster. His tongue moves in and out of your mouth. His arms slide down your back and his is holding your body tight to his. You kiss him deeper and deeper. And your heart races faster. His hands work quickly. You can feel your naked body pressing into his. Your breasts are firm and you can feel your hard nipples drag across his chest hair. And you can feel the fire begin to burn within your chest. 

He kisses you deeper and deeper. His full lips move back and forth against yours. And then his tongue once again parts your lips as you feel his hand moving slowly toward your breasts. Faster and faster you feel his kisses. His fingers are making silken circles around your breasts. You trust them up to him as the fingers move closer. You want to feel them. You want to feel them playing with your nipples.

The feel of his hard member sliding across you is driving you mad. And as you feel his light touch graze across your left nipple your reach your hands in front and begin to loosen up his buttons. He does not resist. In a moment his jeans fall to the floor and he steps beside them. His tongue probes deep into your mouth as you reach inside his shorts. You lift them up and over his stiff erection and look down as it springs free. 

You catch your breath as you see it emerging there to find you. His shaft is long and very thick. It stands so stiff as it curves upward. Your hands move quickly to it and he is frozen as he feels your fingers gently sliding along the length. You can feel the thick veins on the underside as your fingers slide slowly along it. He groans loudly as your fingers pull gently on the head. And he reaches down and takes your right breast into his mouth. The feel of his hard tongue sliding around your nipple is electric. You pull harder on his member and thrust your breast deeper into his mouth. Your fingers play with the flare of skin at the bottom of the big head. And you pull gently but steady and you feel him sucking harder as you reach up to his ear and whisper. "I want to feel you deep inside me." You twist your breast inside his mouth and stoke deeper on his member and whisper louder "I want to feel your cock inside me."




Sunday Morning Delight



It was a quiet Sunday morning and we had stayed in bed reading the papers and talking quietly sharing our thoughts and opinions, along with a box of sticky buns. You looked so tempting lying there in your naked glory that I couldn't help myself from admiring your sexy physique. 

We finished the paper and were just lying there close together, not really entwined but you were on your side with one arm thrown over me and you were absent mindedly massaging my breasts as you talked. I was just lying there listening and enjoying the soft caresses while offering an occasionally comment.

One minute you were telling me about something you had read in the paper and the next you were quiet. When your hand quit moving and you stopped talking, I glanced up and could see your eyes shutting and opening slowly as if you were fighting sleep. You looked so relaxed and ever so tempting, I couldn't help myself from taking advantage of you in your weakened state.

I lean over and give you some butterfly kisses on your mouth, almost tickling you. Your lips start twitching and the corners turn up into a smile. When you start to stir a bit I lick your lips softly, letting the tip of my tongue trace the edges of your full lip. Then I deepen the kiss knowing you are fully awake again and probably ready for whatever I care to offer.

I can taste the sugar from the pastries on your lips and tongue as we kiss deeply. I can feel your heart beat racing against my chest. I take your bottom lip into my mouth and suckle gently, closing my eyes and savoring the moment. Releasing your lip I trail butterfly kisses across your face, your cheeks, brow, eyes, then on to your neck, finally sucking on your earlobe. 

You ease back into the pillow and give yourself up to my tongue and lips as I continue to explore and taste my way down to your chest and nipples. My tongue swirls round and round flicking your taunt nipple, my teeth nibbling it gently between tongue flicks. Resting my head on your chest for a minute I listen to your heartbeat before going on to your other nipple. I slowly drag my tongue across your nipple, long laps, tasting the salt accumulated from last night's ministrations to my pleasure. 

Letting my tongue glide down your body, it then darts into your naval. I start kissing little rings around your lower belly and feel you tense as I get closer to your hard shaft. I cup your balls in my hand, laying my head against your belly and with my other hand guide your hard shaft towards my mouth. Massaging your balls, I let my tongue slowly capture the drop of pre-cum, rolling it around my mouth, savoring the taste. 

Using my hand to guide you, my teeth graze the head, as I slowly move it in and out of my mouth. My tongue starts to flick the little opening, trying to delve for more pre-cum. After sucking on the head for a minute or so, I ease down to your inner thighs licking and tasting your hot flesh. Sucking one of your balls into my mouth and letting it roll around my tongue, then the other. My tongue takes long slow laps, wetting them with my saliva and then I blow on them allowing them to cool a bit. 

Looking up between your thighs, I can see your smile of contentment as our eyes meet. I can see you are enjoying the sensations I am giving you as well as the sight of me pleasuring you. You are quite hard by this time as I let my tongue start at the base and slowly run the underside length of you. I let my tongue swirl around the tip as my teeth gently hold you steady by the rim. 

I glance up again when I hear you moan softly and see you clutching the sheets, your eyes closed and your body tensing. I let your cock slide into my wet mouth, guiding it with one hand, while my other hand rolls your balls gently. Taking more and more of you into my mouth, I let it slide in as deep as it will go, then letting it slide almost out before grazing the rim with my teeth. I finally suck you deep into my mouth and start to pump your shaft up and down with my mouth, sucking you harder and fast.

I let my hand stroke the part of you that won't go into my mouth and try to get a rhythm going. Your hips are starting to rise up to meet my mouth as I suck and stroke you. Your balls are starting to tighten in my hand. Your cock seems to be enlarging in my mouth as I pump you in and out sucking ever harder and faster. 

When your first spurt hits the back of my throat I swallow convulsively and release you letting my hand continue to stroke you as you spurt more gobs of cum. I can see it falling back on your belly and my hand. It helps to lubricate my strokes as I pump you a couple more times before I lean down and suck the tip gently. I savor the last drops as I look up into your smiling face.

I lay my head down on your belly and suckle your slowly shrinking shaft in my mouth. I can hear your soft sighs of contentment and feel your hands on my head as you smooth my hair in a petting motion. After awhile I crawl back up to snuggle in your arms and share a deep kiss with you, letting you taste yourself on my lips and think to myself, there is nothing like Sunday morning delight!



Sunday Morning Delight



Then you let your knees crumple and you fall down on your back upon the silken sheet, drawing him down onto you. The weight of his body feels delicious. Pressing down on yours. Your fingers trace out the lines of his deep muscles as you feel his hands moving to your breasts. His fingers play with your nipples. Twisting them. Pulling them. His mouth finds one and he sucks the whole breast in his mouth. You are losing any sense of reason. Any sense of surrounding. The world has nothing in it but the two of you. And you are lost in the feeling of his body holding tight to yours. 

He is sucking hard now. Your whole breast slides into his mouth. His tongue plays faster and faster with the nipple. He bites it gently in his teeth as his hand pulls hard on the other tit. Your hand moves between the two of you. You find his cock. It is hard. And wanting. Your heart is racing. Sweat covers your body. You can feel the bits of sawdust grinding across your skin as you hold him ever closer. Wanting to taste, to feel, every part of his body. Your mouth finds his and you force it open with your tongue. His hand pulls hard on both your tits. Pulling. Twisting. Your tongue probes deep inside his mouth as your hand moves quickly up and down his cock. You want to make it even harder. Your hand moves up and down the curved shaft pulling hard against the head.

Your whole body is hot and his body slips on yours as the sweat pours off you. His hands move up and down. Pushing then pulling your tits. Stretching the nipples against his skin. His cock is throbbing inside your hand and you can feel that he is about to cum. So you turn loose and tell him that you want to feel him cum inside you.

Instantly his body is slipping down toward your cunt. His massive hands spread your legs wide and wider. He is kneeling between your legs. Then you feel his fingers gently stroking your pussy lips. They move up and down and your legs tighten with each movement. You groan so loud as he slips one finger just inside you. And moves it gently back and forth. You thrust up to him but he quickly pulls away. 

Then his hands move up to your tits. Again he plays and twists them. As his tongue moves to your cunt. He slides just the tip in. And moves it back and forth. Your heart beats out of your chest as you feel his tongue. It is hard and hot and wet. You are moaning over and over as this time he meets your thrust. Driving his hard tongue deep down into your cunt. Your hands move down and begin to play with the hair on top of his head. Your moans grow louder and louder as his tongue probes deeper and deeper. You moan again only this time you beg him to fuck you. And your hands guide his head as his hard tongue searches for your clit. He is fucking you with his tongue. Faster and deeper. Hotter and hotter. His hands drive against your tits as the tip of his tongue finds the little sheath around your clit. He uses the tip of his tongue to dig it out. Your moans turn to screams as you feel him sucking so hard on your cunt and driving his tongue into your pussy. Each time the tip dragging on the shaft of your clit. Holding it. Pushing it. Moving it back and forth. He keeps pushing over and over until your clit is out and fully erect. Each thrust drives you mad. But you still want to feel his cock as it slides deep into your pussy. You want to feel his dick as it twists inside you.

After one more thrust he moves away and you can feel his cock moving up to you. His hands are on your tits and your hands move back to his cock. You stroke the hard shaft but then hold it. You want to guide him. You want to feel every moment. You want to make them last.

Your hand is on his cock as he slides it toward your pussy. The head touches your pussy lips. And again you scream. You release him and ask him to hold on. Then you lie back and feel the head as it just passes between your waiting pussy lips. You can feel the muscles of his thighs on yours. But most of all you can feel the head of his hard cock beginning to slide down into you. But then he stops. Just for a moment. He moves just the head up and down the slit of your pussy. Faster and faster. Then he begins to move in deeper. 

But you twist around. Trying to drive him under you. You are strong and you can move his body. But he is stronger. And you can feel the desire inside him. He wants to be on top. He wants to feel his cock driving deep inside you. But then he realizes what you are doing and he rolls over and you wind up on top. You watch him for a moment. Grateful for the move. And you watch his beautiful face. Then you reach down and find his lips with yours. As his fingers begin again to stroke across your hard tits. You probe his mouth deeply and slide your tits against his hands. You can feel his throbbing cock as he thrusts it up into you.. But it is you who holds back this time. You let his desire build. Then you lean down and whisper in his ear. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you. Tell me that you need me to fuck you. Tell me that you want me to fuck you like you have never been fucked before."

He groans loudly in response and you move your cunt to him. You part your legs slightly so you can open enough to swallow his enormous head. He is thrusting wildly and you ride it up and down. His fingers drive into you cunt and probe along you clit. Just as you move slowly down and suck his cock head into your pussy. When you feel the head move inside your lips you stop and tighten your walls of your cunt against his cock. You are strong and your cunt tightens hard against him. You can feel the walls moving up and down his shaft. It feels enormous inside you. Now it is he that is screaming. Begging you to fuck him. You allow it in a few more inches. Then stop and massage it with your pussy walls. It feels like liquid fire as you feel the roughness of his cock inside your pussy.

Then you relax and take all of his cock with his next thrust. He drives up with so much fury. His enormous back muscles driving his cock up into your cunt. His broad hands are on your ass. Driving you down harder onto his throbbing cock. He twists it around and drives it in and out.

With each thrust the head of his hard cock drives against your hard clit. The head lifts it and twists it. And pushes it around. You scream wildly with passion as your feel your body start to cum. You clit is throbbing wildly. You are fucking him wildly now. You want him. Every inch of him. You want to use him to make you cum. You want to feel it flow through every inch of your body.

You meet his thrusts now. Your heart is pounding. Your blood is boiling. You fuck him. Deeper and deeper. Feel it twist your clit. Fuck fuck fuck. Deeper. Faster. Ahhh. Fuck. Ahhh. Feel it building. Feel his cock drive down. Hold it with your pussy. Feel it draw against you. Feel your clit stretching to its limits. Feel his body twisting on your sore tits. Fuck him harder. Fuck him faster. Take him. Take all of him. You fuck him over and over. In and out. In and out. Fuck fuck fuck. Your tits and your clit strain on every thrust. And in indescribable pleasure begins to build.

At first it is only a tiny kernel. Just within your cunt. Then you squeeze your pussy even harder. And your drive your hands on his ass. Forcing him to stay inside you. And you move your clit back and forth against his hard dick. Squeezing it. Milking it. For all the pleasure you can get. Then as your move your hard clit back and forth you drive it till it stretches so hard. And you stretch your tits against his hands. And the pressure builds. And it begins to turn to pleasure. And incredible warm spot of infinite pleasure. Spreading out throughout your body. Then you can no longer hold him. He is thrusting frantically. The wave of pleasure has moved up into your stomach. Your pussy feels it even deeper as his cock drives up in to your cunt and then he holds you. Your cunt stretching out the skin of his cock. You can see the pleasure in his face. And as your feel your own wave moving throughout your body you squeeze his cock so hard. And you feel the first spurt of cum pumping out into your body. And you like the feel. You like the feel of the hot thick white cum as it pumps into your cunt. And just as the last bit comes, and he trusts so hard that he lifts you off the ground. And he twists his cock inside you one more time, you feel the final burst of pleasure explode throughout your body and your mutual screams of pleasure echo throughout the forest.

And you collapse into a mound together. And you feel his sweat against you as your heartbeat returns to normal. And your breathing finally slows down. And you can still feel the warmth and the pleasure sloshing through your body for an hour as you lie there quietly together.

* * * * *

But it is morning now. And it seems like so long ago. As you look up you see him coming. With hot breakfast on a tray. And as he approaches he smiles. And says, "You know, it is still Sunday morning!"



Sunday Morning Exercise



This is a continuation to Friday Night Surprise.



"Hi Mike, it's me...Sydney from last night...you left your card with me and I was thinking that we should..."

"Get Sweaty?" He said to me, and I could definitely hear a smile on his lips.

"Pardon?!" I said, half amused and half shocked.

"Get Sweaty. I noticed you had a nice pair of running shoes last night so assumed you were pretty into running, so I thought maybe we could go for a run together."

"Well, I was going to say that we could go for a coffee, but now that you mention it, a good run is exactly what I need."

"Young lady, I don't think it's exactly what you need, but, it could be a good substitute!"

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that Mr...Mr Carson," I said as I looked down at his card trying to find his last name.

"Tomorrow morning at 8am sharp! I'll be

waiting for you downstairs."

And with that, he hung up on me, not even waiting to see if I would confirm or not.

I organized the apartment that morning, unpacking a few random boxes, cleaning up the kitchen and scrubbing down the bathroom really well. By 2pm, the apartment was clean and I needed some personal attention, and what better way than to take another bath. This time I made sure that the oven and stove was turned

off. I got the tub ready with some bath oils and bubble bath, nice and warm and cozy. I spent a good time in there, replaying the events all through my head. My hands roamed my body and I started to get excited down there. 

I stood up from the tub, and dried myself off. Looking into the mirror, I was impressed with myself. My firm tits were heightened by my hard nipples, spending the extra time in the outdoors before getting this job really did give me some nice colour on my skin, and my smooth pussy with swollen clit looked so edible, even I wanted to lick myself.

Leaving the bathroom to the bedroom, I laid naked on the covers. This time I reached over to the night stand table and brought out the finger vibrator and started to use it on my self. The sensations it gave me sent electrical shocks throughout my body, from head to toe. My right hand teasing my pussy, vibrating against my clit made me moist and aroused. My left hand examining my body, from my neck, to cupping my tits, to teasing and pinching my nipples. Images of Mike flood my brain. Thinking of what he was doing when I called him earlier. Was he dressed? Was he at the fire hall? Was he naked? Was he touching himself while talking to me just as I touched myself while talking to him? Imagining that naughty smile of his when he mentioned

getting sweaty and knowing that it would throw me off guard.

I closed my eyes, and went on full force with the finger vibrator teasing me. I spread my legs, imagining Mike between them, eating me out, licking at my smooth tight pussy, teasing my clit, flicking his tongue against it, lightly biting it to drive me crazy with the desire, all the while my foot would be at his crotch, rubbing against his cock, feeling it get wet with precum as I teased him with my toes and sole of my foot.

Before I knew it, it happened, the fire works, the earthquake, the tsunami! He made me cum, made me squirt all over my fingers and bed spread.

The next morning I woke up at 6:30 and did a once over of the apartment just to make sure everything was presentable. Then I hopped in the shower and gave my body a once over of itself, ensuring every area was presentable...just in case the opportunity arises. 

By 7:45 I was walking down the stairs and noticed Mike already waiting for me on the front steps. He was wearing one of those white dry fit shirts with black running shorts and some funky yellow/green running shoes which I was pleasantly surprised to seeing him wearing. I was dressed in matching black sportbra/running top and running shorts.

"Mr. Carson, an early bird

aren't you!"

"It's part of the job Ma'am. And glad to see that you have the values of being early."

"Now let's get stretching, I think you'll need it!"

With that he went through a few routines of stretching. He was quite methodical about it and spent more time than I usually do. He wasn't impressed with my squats and gave me a demonstration, but even that didn't help. So he went behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and showed me the "proper way to squat". Thought I do believe he was just doing this to test the limits I have on personal physical interaction. I didn't mind and actually liked what he was doing, so I encouraged it by making additional mistakes so he would have to show me another time.

From then on, we did a good job, running with not much chit chat. I think we were both trying to show how good of a runner we were, and I must admit that even though he was at least ten to fifteen years older than me, he kicked my ass and would often surge ahead of me.

We made it along the Toronto Beaches Boardwalk twice, and almost making it back to my apartment. I offered him an invitation to come in for a smoothie (one of my specialties) and an egg white omelet. He happily agreed and said that we should race it, the winner does the dishes!

The competitive spirit in me out won, plus I wanted to be in front of him so his eyes would be on my ass as I ran. I was in the lead for the most post, but within about 300 metres of my front footsteps, I rolled my ankle and went stumbling down.

He was at my side before I even realized what happened. The Fireman inside him took over and he went on to examine my ankle

to see if I broke anything and what the damage was. After a couple minutes of checking me out and asking me questions, he surmised that I just sprained it and would help me back to my apartment. By this time we were both glistening in sweat (him more than me) and we wrapped our arms around eachother so I could stabilize myself on him while hobbling back to my apartment. 

Feeling his skin against mine, his sweat mixing with my own, turned me on more than I could even describle. Even though my ankle was in pain, the sensations of our bodies touching and mixing, I was aroused and became wet.

He got me to my apartment and got me inside

asking where my towels were. Once he found them, he laid them on the couch and laid me on it. He got me a glass of water from the kitchen and apparently went through my medicine cabinet and got me a couple advils, along with a bag of ice. 

The control freak inside me would be offended by this invasion of privacy, but his caregiver side actually turned me on.

He took a seat where my feet were and reated my feet on his lap while he began to take off my running shoes carefully. He examed my foot and ankle again, making sure that nothing was broken. 

He mentioned something about possibly breaking a toe and that he would need to make sure that I didn't. He examined each

toe to ensure it was working and not broken (though I think he may have done this just to tickle me and make me laugh). 

By the time he began to ice my foot, I had the sole and heel of my foot resting against his cock. I could feel that he was hard in his shorts but didn't say anything instead I just smiled and rubbed my foot against him. He didn't say anything instead he just let his head fall back and stare at the ceiling with his eyes closed. He was enjoying this and I was enjoying it as well. I finally had the opportunity to check him out, really check him out. Staring at his features, his shaved smooth head, his skin with a tinge of

blushing from the run and the foot manipulations that was occuring, his day old stubble, (hmm I'm surprised he didn't shave for me this morning, well it was a Sunday after all,) his lips, just begging to be kissed, then down to his sweat soaked shirt, showing off his chest and firm stomach, and his erection, being rubbed against in his shorts.

I stepped up my efforts and began to rub against him harder, firmer, and faster with my foot. There was definitely a wet spot where his cock head met the fabric of his shorts. My foot motions, my toes flexing against his cock was having an effect on him. He started to moan which just encouraged me to keep going. And

before I knew it, and I think it came to a bit of a surprise for him, he started to cum in his shorts. I could see the squirts passing through the fabrics of his shorts, collecting on top of them. There was definitely 4, if not more, powerful squirts that were confined in his shorts. 

He opened his eyes and regained his composure a bit. He was noticeable blushing now, and that just turned me on more. He opened his mouth, spreading his lips apart about to say something. 

"That was ..."

"Amazing" I interupted him. I leaned forward, and with my index and middle finger, I collect some of his cum from the top of his shorts and slid those fingers in my mouth, tasting and savouring his cum, sucking on my fingers, making sure I got every last remnant of his cum off them. Once I was done, I grabbed at his shirt, pulling him forward, on me, and pressed my lips against his. Seperating his lips with my tongue, it invaded his mouth. He was startled for a second because he just realized I left the tiniest amount of his cum on my lips, but didn't pull away, instead he continued to kiss me, harder and more passionately than before. 

This went on for about 30 minutes where I could feel his erection poking into me. I broke off the kiss and pushed him slightly off me.

"I made you cum, now it's my turn..."

To be continued.



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Sunday Morning Fuck



I woke up the other morning stiff and sore, it's that time of year in the high deserts of Arizona were we have short days and long cold nights. That can only mean one thing, winters coming to the mountain. 

In the White Mountains, at the six thousand foot elevation, it get's cold, damn cold, if you've never lived in the high desert you wouldn't understand. But for those of you that have, you know what I'm talking about. 

Anyways, this time of year we start getting ready for winter. The last couple of days were spent in the forest cutting wood, getting ready for the coming snows. 

Yea, I know what your thinking, snow in Arizona? No way. But yes, it snows here, a lot, last year we had up to two feet at one time.

I'm not a young guy any more and spending two days in the woods cutting down trees is bad enough, but then I still had to drag the eight foot logs to the truck. All that clean air and hard work left me feeling like my wife ran me over with the truck. 

By the end of each day I was beat, but it still wasn't over, when we got home I still had the pleasure of cutting, splitting and stacking the wood before I could call it a day. 

My wife on the other hand was loving it, she was like a new woman, running around the woods like she was eighteen again, like someone had giving her a big shot of adrenalin.

But like I was saying, I felt like crap when I got out of bed on the third day, my wife had woken me up with a cup of tea and a fresh hot cimamion roll. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the clock, it was all of three thirty in the morning. The only good thing was watching her running around the bedroom with only a pair of panties on. 

When she left the room I got up and went into the bathroom, I closed my eyes while I was taking a leak and daydreamed of her hard flat tummy and how little her small firm tits bounced while she walked. 

Damn, she still looked for a fifty year old woman. 

When I finished peeing, I went back into the bedroom and sat in the chair by my side of the bed and tried to think of a way to get out of cutting wood today. It felt like I had a cold coming on so I coughed a few times when she walked by the door hopping she would feel sorry for me. 

Ether she didn't hear me or she was on to me, ether way she ignored me and left me alone in the bedroom to drink my tea. 

I turned on the TV, while I watched the news the smell of bacon and eggs drifted into the bedroom. That's when I realized it was no use trying to get out of it, she wasn't going to waste a day off doing nothing, no matter how beat up I felt.

When Wendy came into the bedroom she was carrying our breakfast on a tray and I see she outdid herself. 

She made me breakfast fit for a king, a bacon, onion, and pepper omelet, toast with home made jam and fresh squeezed orange juice. 

I also couldn't help noticing she had changed; now she was wearing the new black lace baby doll I had bought for her birthday, with no panties. There was no way I couldn't notice it, it barely covered her tits much less anything else. 

She sat on the bed and I ate my breakfast looking at her almost naked body, I kept trying to work the possibility of staying home, or at the very least, leaving a little bit later in the day, into the conversation. But every time I did, she kept sushhing me, and then would change the subject.

We finished eating breakfast and Wendy reached over and took my plate, setting it on the tray. She had been sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard. 

Now, she turned and sat on the edge of the bed directly across from me. She touched my arm and when I looked at her she put her feet on the side board of the bed. 

I watched her legs spread open and was no longer interested in watching the news. She started lightly running her finger tips up and down the insides of her thighs. 

That's when I noticed she had shaved the lips of her pussy, every now and then, her hand would come up and her finger tips would lightly rub her nipples. 

Her nipples were getting harder and harder as she watched me watching her. 

Her eyes started to drift and while she was looking over my body I reached down and touched my cock. She licking her lips and asked, "What would you like to do today" 

When I didn't answer, she looked down at my semi hard cock and watched as I started lightly stroking it with just the tips of my fingers. 

Finally I said, "anything but cut firewood" 

Wendy stood up, looked at me and said, "I don't know about that" Picking up the tray she said, "I'll be back in a few minutes" As she started to walk out the room she paused and said, "Think about it, what we should do today." 

She turned and walked out of the room, just past the door she stopped and I heard her say, "Opps" With her back to me she looked over her shoulder to make sure I was watching, seeing I was, she spread her feet slightly, and slowly bent at the waist. 

Watching her show, my cock got harder and harder as first her pussy, then asshole, slowly came into view. She placed the tray on the floor and her fingers slowly started traced their way up her legs, finally stopping at her pussy. 

One finger pushed between the lips of her pussy and she started rubbing her clit, looking around her leg and seeing my hard cock her hand went to her mouth, tasting her own juices she said, "I see you didn't have to think very hard" 

All week long she's been teasing me, telling me how she was going to fuck me using her strap on, so while she put the dishes in the dishwasher I laid out all the toys I thought we might want to play with.

I including her Share, hopping things would go my way. 

I just had finished and was sitting down in my chair when she walked back into the room. When she looked around the room, she fought back a smile when she looked at the dresser and saw all the toys. Instead of going to the dresser; she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed again. 

With her eyes locked on my cock, she asked what I had decided, then she reached over and touched the tip. Using just the tip of her finger she wiped up the drop of precum that was forming on the tip. 

Looking me In the eyes she brought her finger to her mouth and licked the tip with her tongue.

Her hand went back between her legs and she pushed the same finger between the folds of her pussy. When she pulled it out I could see it was glistening with her juices. 

Putting it next to my nose she said, "Smell it" I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, smiling as the musky odor of her cunt made my senses tingle. 

My eyes were still closed when I felt her finger pushing between my lips, I opened my mouth when she said, "open you mouth and taste me my little bitch" and her finger push in. 

When she started fucking my mouth with her finger my cock pulsed; with my eyes still closed I imagined it was her cock instead. 

When she pulled her finger out of my mouth it made me open my eyes; I was just in time to watch her lay back on the bed, bring her legs to her chest and wrap her arms around her thighs and spread her legs open. Placing a hand on ether side of her pussy she slowly spread her lips open. 

Looking at her glistening cunt, I stood up, took my shirt off and knelt in front of her spread legs. Putting my hands under her hips I pulled her towards me. 

Leaving her pussy in my capable hands, Wendy's hands went to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples until they became hard little pebbles. 

When she felt my hot breath on her pussy her body started to tremble, inhaling her musky scent I spread her pussy open. 

Ever so gently I leaned forward and softly touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. Wendy let out a soft moan and thrust her hips forward. I pulled back, I wasn't ready to let her cum, not today, today I was going to drag it out, tease her, and make her beg for release. 

Pushing my face into her pussy I inhaled deeply, letting her scent excite me. I fucked her with my tongue, as her excitement build, her juices soaked my beard, and started running down my chin. 

Teasing, I touched her puckered asshole with the tip of my tongue. I felt it pulse trying to pull my tongue in, another couple of flicks and I almost brought her to an orgasm. 

Her hands went to my head, her fingers grasping my hair she pushed my face into her cunt; pumping her hips, she kept whispering, " please baby, please, please, please, let me cum" 

My mouth went to her clit, sucking it in I teased it with the tip of my tongue, her back arched when I slowly flicked side to side. 

When I moved my mouth down and fucked her with my tongue I knew I had gone to far, the only choice I had left, was to let her cum. 

With a long low moan, her orgasm peaked, her hot sticky juices soaking me, what I couldn't suck into my mouth and swallow flowed down her ass onto the bed. 

I could take my time now, she was mine and I was in no hurry, there was no need, a flick of my tongue, or just a hot breath was all it took for me to bring her to another orgasm. 

I explored every inch of her pussy with my tongue, slowly bringing her mind and body to the edge; I let her body signal me when she wanted to cum. 

Sometimes I would let her, sometimes I would just bring her to the edge and let her hang there, listening to her beg, beg me for that final flick of my tongue or hot breath that would let the waves of pleasure cascade thru her body. 

Holding her clit captive with my lips I Used my fingers to explored her pussy, when she felt a finger pushing in she moaned out, " yes, yes, yes" Her body spasm with pleasure as my tongue, barely touching circles her clit. 

Her back arches as a second finger is pushed into her pussy. Her pleasure almost complete now and she uses her hands to push on the back of my head, begging me to give her the pleasure only I can. 

I place the tip of a third finger against her asshole; as I push lightly my finger is slowly sucked in as her body pulsates with pleasure. 

At last I decide to let her go, using my fingers and tongue I bring her to a new level of pleasure, she screams out as she explodes in an orgasm. All it takes is a touch and she orgasms over and over, so many times the bed is soaked. 

She lays there, letting the pleasure subsided, trying to catch her breath. 

I pulled her closer to the side of the bed as I stand up. 

I push her legs against her chest and when she feels me place the tip of my cock against her opening she begs me, "no more, I can't take anymore, please no more " 

Today, I would show no mercy, I didn't have to, when she felt me slowly pushing my cock in her cunt her pleasure started all over again, her hips started bucking trying to make me fuck her harder. I pulled out until just the tip is touching her pussy. 

Her eyes close, she asks, no begs for release saying, "fuck me baby, anyway you want, just fuck me"

I push my cock in and lean over pinning her to the bed, Wendy immediately screams out in pleasure as I start rocking my hips. 

She starts another orgasm and when she peaks she squeezes my cock so hard I couldn't push in or pull out, I don't have to, her screaming and vice like grip sends me over the top. 

When she feels my hot cum it set her off all over again, it felt so good neither one of us moved, we just let the pleasure pulse over and over until finally I rolled over and lay next to her.  

I got to tell you the truth; I was a little disappointed I didn't get my ass fucked, but what the hell, tomorrows another day.



Sunday Morning Fun



It's a lazy Sunday morning and we're both lying in bed, the radio is playing quietly and you are sat up slightly reading the newspaper. I shift down the bed slightly so that my feet hang off the end and my movement pulls the duvet down with me, exposing your bare chest and stomach. I watch your chest rise and fall for a moment before freeing my arm from under the quilt, pulling it further down as I turn onto my side, my face level with your hips. I study your cock thoughtfully, your morning wood has left it half erect, just a tiny bit of the tip visible under your foreskin, teasing me. 

I reach out my hand and lightly run my index finger from the base to the tip and it twitches slightly, responding to my touch. You ask me what I think I'm doing in a mock-stern voice and peer over the top of the paper at me. 

"Nothing", I respond innocently, as I place my thumb and index finger on each side of the head and slowly draw back your foreskin.

You moan a little as I release my grip and let my fingertips trail slowly back down your shaft and over your balls. I absentmindedly cup them, my gaze still focussed on your now full erection. I realise that you are still attempting to read the Sunday paper and this amuses me, I like a challenge.

I lightly pull back your foreskin again, exposing the head and I notice the first hint of precum at the tip, "I can't remember what this bit is called," I tell you.

"That's a penis," you reply wryly, not looking up from your paper.

"Oh very funny, that's not the bit I meant."

"Well which bit did you mean?" you ask, still only half paying attention.

"This bit," I reply as I slowly reach my head down and brush my lips on the underside of your cock, where the head meets the shaft. I have your full attention now.

"That's called the frenulum," you tell me, folding your paper and placing it on the bedside table.

"I like it," my lips brush against it again, parting slightly. You respond only with a moan.

I don't look up; instead I am focussed on the glistening drop of precum I can see. I kiss the head of your cock, and it smears against my top lip. As I lick it away I finally turn my head to look at you and smile mischievously.

I begin kissing your cock again, moving down the shaft until I am kissing and licking your balls, my hand still gently holding your erection in place as I lick my way back up towards the top. I kiss the tip lightly again, and part my lips slightly, drawing them over the sensitive skin as I pull away. I kiss you over and over, taking more of your hard cock in my mouth each time.

Your breathing is getting heavier and I realise that mine is too, I run my tongue around the head a few times before returning to kissing it, soon my lips are meeting your foreskin and the tip of my tongue brushes against your cock every time I take you in my mouth.

With about an inch of your cock in my mouth I begin to suck gently and start running my fingers up and down the length of the shaft, feeling myself getting wet as you moan and shift position. I move to kneel in front of you, straddling one of your thighs. Tasting more precum I look up at you and swallow gratefully before returning my gaze to your swollen cock and without warning I suck it deep into my mouth, feeling my lips bump over the rim at the bottom of the head and slide down the shaft until I feel the tip at the back of my mouth. You gasp and writhe slightly under me, your hips lifting to meet me and your thigh raised slightly so that it presses against my pussy.

I enjoy your moans as I very slowly draw back almost to the tip of your cock before sucking you back into my mouth again, I repeat my movements, teasing you, running my tongue along the underside of the shaft as my lips slide down to take you deep into my mouth again.

The taste of you turns me on so much and I grind my hips against your thigh, smearing my juices on you as your cock fills my mouth. I start to bob my head down, sucking you into my mouth over and over, drawing my hand up your shaft to meet my lips each time. I cup your balls in my other hand and you moan loudly again, running your fingers through my hair and holding it out of my face so that you can watch as I hungrily work on your throbbing erection.

My lips bump over the rim of the head of your cock with increasing urgency and I run my tongue up and down the shaft, occasionally bringing it up to the tip to savour more and more of your precum. I feel you swelling slightly and your balls start to tighten against my other hand. I am moaning almost as loudly as you, your cock filling my mouth.

I work your cock as best I can, desperate for your cum, pressing myself against your thigh as you thrust your hips upwards. I squeeze your balls gently and feel them respond to my touch, feel your orgasm building. I want your cum so badly.

Your cock is thrusting into my mouth hard and fast and I know you're going to cum for me, I can't bear the anticipation, I need you to cum. You grip a fistful of my hair and cry out as you thrust deep into my mouth. I tighten my hold on your balls as you cum hard, spraying hot jets of fluid into my mouth. I swallow quickly as you spasm again and empty your balls completely, I make sure I have licked up every drop before swallowing again and falling back onto the bed beside you. Both of us breathing hard, spent and satisfied.



Sunday Morning Fun



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I sat daydreaming looking at my wife dressed in a short skirt and black heels with sheer nude hose. Hanes silk reflections barely there! She always dressed so nice for Thanksgiving. Listening to a relative drone on about his doings I thought back to last Sunday morning. 

I had just come back from taking the kids to Sunday school, she was dressed and ironing her clothes for the upcoming work week. She came around the corner in a sexy black skirt and matching heels with Hanes silk reflections Quicksilver hose.

"Aren't you going to come in and worship my feet while I iron?" 

We had talked about that the night before while having sex. Being a foot guy I was on the floor between her feet before she was ready. I was on my stomach kissing her ankle slowly working my way down along her arch. Sticking my nose in between her shoe and foot I could smell the light scent of leather mixed in with her lotion. She spread her feet a bit giving me more room. As she rocked back and forth as she ironed I could feel her feet flex under my lips and tongue. I loved the sensation of her hose against my face. As she finished on pair of pants she stepped away, I took this opportunity to roll onto my back. Another few seconds of grinding my cock against the floor and I was going to cum.

She smiled at me when she turned and saw I was now facing up. Placing a heel on either side of my head I was granted the live up skirt view I loved so much. This appealed to my giantess fetish big time. I now turned my face to her other foot and started to kiss her arch when she gently nudged my face with her foot. Not too hard but enough to get my attention, when I looked up to her she moved slightly to her left stepping away a bit then took her right heel and planted it on my face. The sole of her pump on my forehead and het spike resting between my lips.

"They always say that when ironing or standing for a long time you should try to rest your foot on something to ease any stress on your back. Don't you agree?" 

I knew what to do and my soft moan was all she needed to hear knowing what she was doing to me. I held her heel gently between my teeth as she slid her foot out. Goad I love that sound, you know the sound of a leather pump sliding off a sexy size 6.5 hose covered foot. I let her shoe drop and she planted her foot square on my face, My nose nestled against her sexy high arch and her toes flexing a bit on my eye and my lips busy kissing the underside of her foot. Turning her foot a bit she completely covered my mouth and I worked my tongue back and forth massaging her sole. I was in fucking heaven and I thought my dick was going to explode.

"Come on we have to go get the kids and go to church. Put my shoe back on!"

I took her shoe and slid it back on but not before I kissed her toes. Once her shoe was on she stepped over me leaving me on the floor in total awe of what she just did to me. This was going to be a long morning! 

The short car ride to church was just enough time for me to calm down even though I was treated to a brief tease while driving. Once inside our kids joined us and sat between us. She crossed her leg letting her shoe dangle just a tiny bit. She was doing this intentionally but I wasn't the only one watching. I could see the guy across the aisle next to her and even the one behind him were taking the time to watch also. I told her about this in the past and she didn't believe me until she noticed one day at a meeting for work. I watched as she let her heel slip off her foot briefly and noticed that she had their complete attention at this point. I wondered what they were praying for, knowing their wives I could only imagine. Focusing on the reason we were there I made it through church but just barely. I don't think it's a sin to think about some of the things that run through my head in church since it's my wife but if it is I am in deep shit!

Once we got home and got the kids settled it was time to lock the bedroom door. This is a regular occurrence on Sunday, always has been and I love it. I took my clothes off and she stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but her heels and hose. Fuck I love this look on her! She walked up to me and placed her hands on my shoulders gently nudging me down to my knees. I knew what she wanted and was going to give it to her. Kneeling I took her left nipple in my mouth and started to suck on it softly at first and slowly increasing the pressure. She loves this, makes her so wet! This was something that developed in the last few years and when she finally told me about it I make sure to do it for her. Sometimes I ignore them until she tells me "Suck my Nipples" those little words just jack me up. She doesn't like it too hard though I have gotten carried away and bit her a few times, not good results for that.

I Love kneeling before her doing this, I slide my hands up and down her hose covered legs feeling her ass down to her hard calves. I slide my cock between them and she traps it between her calves holding my there as I slowly start to fuck her hose covered legs. I have to be careful as I don't want to cum too soon. She steps back a bit and I change nipples slowly kissing my way around her areola lightly flicking her hard nipple. She slides her leg into me lifting her shoe and pressing under my balls. I can feel the top of her silky foot starting to slide back and forth slowly. I am starting to leak pre cum uncontrollably and she loves this knowing she is causing it by teasing me. She slides her foot up pressing my cock into me and takes the toe of her shoe up the underside of my cock milking me a bit. I am rubbing her sweet pussy through her hose now sucking harder on her nipple. I can feel her heat and her hose getting damp. She knows what's coming next and takes me by my hair and pushes me further down.

Spreading her legs I slide down putting my arms behind me and placing my face in her pussy as she straddles my face I slide my tongue out along her gusset. When I reach her bud I do my best to press into her and suck through her hose. I can feel her thighs against the side of my head as she starts to press down onto my face a bit. I meet her pressure pushing back up. Then she did something new, dropping her weight down on me I was pinned to the floor as she sat on my face. I liked it new things are good. I thrust my tongue even harder into her as she slowly rocked back and forth on my face. The gusset of her hose was getting wetter with my saliva and her nectar mixing together. Without any warning she stood up and when I tried to follow a spike heel was placed on my chest holding me down. Holy fuck she knows I love shit like this. 

As I lay there she took her heel and used my shoulder to take her shoe off sliding her foot down my chest my senses were exploding at the sensation. Placing her foot on my cock she started to step on me. Faster and harder her heel was hitting my balls. My god she was jacking me off with her foot hard and I was enjoying the pain. The two senses of pleasure and pain were like fire and ice and she knew it was rocking me. Harder she pressed and I was lifting my hips to meet her steps. I could feel my cock leaking and wasn't sure how much longer I was going to last. I am sure she could tell by my facial expressions as she slowed to a stop. Putting her full weight on my cock she brought her other foot up alongside my hip. Then taking her foot shoe slowly pressed her toes into my balls. Soft sounds were involuntarily leaving my mouth I don't think I could speak if my life depended on it

Using her big toe she slowly dragged it up over my balls and along my shaft. She was milking my cock and it was working. As she got further up she was placing her whole foot on me until the tips of her toes were resting on the head of my cock. Her delicate soft sole resting on my cock I tried to move but she just shook her head no and I didn't move. Slowly now she took her toes and slide them over my cockhead covering them in pre cum. Oh my God the feeling of a hosed foot covered in pre cum on my cock is another slice of heaven. With my eyes shut I felt her toes forcing their way into my mouth and I didn't hesitate to do what she wanted.

"Get on the bed" Was all she said to me. I was there in a flash watching her slide her hose off. I admit I was briefly disappointed. She climbed up onto me," Please let me lick your pussy."

She didn't say a word as my cock easily slid into her and she started to fuck my brains out rocking back and forth making sure she was hitting all her right spots. I was doing my levelheaded best not to cum, I wanted her to enjoy every second. I brought my head up and started to suck her nipple again as she was fucking me. Not the best porno move but it worked, She was about to explode. Laying back down I didn't know it until she did it but she had her hose in her hand and placed it on my face holding me down. I could feel her pressing and squeezing my face harder as her orgasm built and when she came that was it I was done. I exploded into her and the sensation was great as it felt like every drop of blood left my head. Normally when she feels me cum inside her she cums also but this time she went first and I think the feeling was intensified for her because she was pressing her hose into my face like mad. When she was done she lay on top of me and we were both spent. I don't think we were at it very long but it was intense. We lay there for a bit both regaining the power of speech. 

"Good baby"

I couldn't answer so she knew that she just destroyed me. I could feel our juices leaking out and down my balls a bit.

"MMMM you made a mess"

As she said this she slowly lifted off me and slid up a bit. On all fours we both knew what was happening and l lifted my head to watch out mix slowly leak onto my stomach. After a few seconds she took her hose and used them to keep the rest form coming out as she climbed off the bed and into the bathroom. A few minutes later she came out and I had not moved, she was standing near the bed I slid back just a bit until my head was off the side and upside down I started to lick her pussy lips. She stayed for a few seconds with a soft moan.

"Later baby, I promise you can like me as much as you want but we have things to do."

I gathered my strength and headed into the shower it was already a great day!



Sunday Morning Going Down



I like mornings. Never had a problem getting up early. But, Sunday mornings can go either way: if I enjoyed myself a lot Saturday night, then Sundays can be a bit painful. Or groggy. Or, groggy and painful.

Last Sunday was neither. Due to a change in my usual schedule, my fiance and I were alone on Sunday morning for a change. This... turned out to be a very good thing.

I got up around 8, brought in the paper, and found she was still 'out' at 9. So I brewed some coffee, surfed the web and made peanut butter chip pancakes with powdered sugar. I threw some hazelnut flavored cream in the coffee with some sweetener, put the pancakes on a tray and peeked in the bedroom. 

Still out. Her curly hair sprawled around the pillow. I saw her taut little buns poking out from under the sheet - you could bounce a dime off that, I thought to myself. Too bad she's not up. I set the tray down and snuggled up to her back. I kissed the back of her neck while lightly running my hand down her naked side, rising slightly at her hips and then cupping her bottom. 

She shifted slightly. "Negght Humklly." 

"What?" 

"Not hungry." 

"I put the tray on the dresser if you change your mind, gorgeous. I'm gonna try to get back to sleep for a bit."

Despite my cock rising to half mast a couple of times against her ass, once nearly pressing against her hole, eventually the warmth overtook me and I fell back asleep.

I woke up to hear her lifting the tray up and bringing it back to the kitchen. I heard the microwave and then later I vaguely heard the water running - either doing the dishes or rinsing off, I figured. Then I was out again.

I opened my eyes and she was smiling at me. "Thanks." I smiled back, saying nothing. "I wasn't hungry before, but those hit the spot. I took a shower and read the paper, but I'm hungry again. Are you hungry too, baby?" Her voice took on a husky quality as she said hungry a second time. 

She moved over to me, kissing me firmly on the neck. Her face looked a little flushed as she briefly moved back and smiled again. Back she came. Mmmmm. She sucked a little on my neck as her hand moved over my chest. 

"I'm so hungry for your dick." My cock sprang up. She didn't always talk like this so I loved it when she did. She laughed softly. Her head moved over my chest, sucking my left nipple in and swirling her tongue around it. Her hand grazed my stiffening cock. I stroked her curls and began to rise up to embrace her. "I know you want it, baby. Wait a minute. I want to please you." 

"Yes, ma'am." I lay back down. 

She stroked my shaft, then let her fingertips linger on the bottom of the shaft near the head... "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk." She was kissing my left thigh, while her other hand softly squeezing my buns. 

"Now, I wanna taste you, baby. I've been waiting to suck yout sweet cock all morning. I wanted to wake you up with it but decided to wait until now. It was sooo hard - giggle - to wait." By the end of that, she was blowing hot air all over my dick. 

Her tongue darted out, licking some pre-cum off the tip, while she moved her hand down to cradle my balls. Her lips parted, and she took about 5 inches in, leaving a couple of inches out, then she pumped it a few times. I heard her hum with satisfaction. "

Yeah, baby, your mouth is so hot. Give it to me. You always treat my dick right." 

"Ummm tynnng." 

Just then she got it all in, her mouth resting against the base of the shaft while she squeezed my balls. She had a great bobbing rhythm. Her mouth must have been watering because I felt her drooling on my cock. It would cool slighty and then get hot again, over and over again. Her skills had really improved over the years. I grabbed her hair and ran my hand over her upper back, then groaned as she fingered the base of my balls and the area just below. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH... baby... damn... fffffffffuhk." I realized I was licking my lips. "Baby, wait, let me taste you, too." She held up a finger to say wait a minute. 

Bob, bob, bob, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, hum, hum, hum, then just sucking for a while while her tongue danced around the head, the tip playing in the senstitive groove on the underside. "I'm... gonna.... noooooo, baby... I'm..." 

Her head popped up (with a pop!), grinning. "Stay still." She rotated her body so her hips were on my chest, all the while her hand held the base of my thick, purple cock. I could see some of the juices dripping out of her pussy. "Sucking you always makes me hot, baby... Here... eat me, pleeeease." I pulled at her hips desperately, pressing her lips to mine. She had almost no flavor at first, then deeper in I tasted her sweetness and the faint aroma of cocoa. 

She started bobbing again on my dick as I sighed happily into her sweet pussy. I pulled back for a second. "You taste so good. Let me suck your juices." I leaned my head into her and she murmured something around my dick, then speeded up as I twirled my tongue around her clit and sucked it into my mouth, repeatedly giving it little kisses that generated small popping sounds. "Uh. Mmmmmmmmm." Slurrrrp. 

"Fuck, baby, I want it. Give it to me. But keep licking my pussy, pleeeease." 

I suddenly felt electricity running up my leg. "Baby... baby.... mrmmph." I grabbed her ass and felt her body twist slightly. She pulled a little off of my cock and moaned, almost in pain, and then sucked suddenly harder. 

Then... she ground hard against my mouth, almost smothering me with her hot, sticky sweetness. "Yes yes yes yes yes!" as she exploded. 

She paused for a while. I eventually released her little nub and patted her ass. She went back to work with vigor with her tongue. Finally I pulled her head deeper onto me and started fucking her throat gently. "Here it.... cums... you want it baby?" 

"Mmmmmm. Give mmm tmm mmmm." Pop. "Give it to me now. I want it. I wanna take it all, baby. Explode it my tight mouth." 

That did it. She did the best she could, slurping happpily until I pulled her head up. "So sweet, so sweet. Thanks, baby." She went back down to my cock and lay there for about 15 minutes, gently milking it for a while as he slowly softened.

Then, she rested her head against my chest and we both drifted off to sleep. This could be a pretty good day.   



Sunday Morning Going Up



The wind howled as I crouched behind the trees at the side of the house. "I hate the cold," I muttered, but there was nothing to do but endure it. This had to be settled, regardless of the weather.

The house's security system looked like a good one, but after years of working in construction, I knew something about how such systems are installed and how to breach them without triggering an alarm. It only took me a couple of minutes' work with the tools I'd purchased. Once I had a window open, I tossed the tools away and pulled out the automatic I'd bought at the gun show in Reno. I took a deep breath. It was time.





Sunday Morning Going Up



When she said that, I couldn't help but remember how Mia had looked in her bikini before Don and I had left to go fishing. The idea of being with a new woman after so many years suddenly sounded very appealing. Still, I wanted to be sure about Felicia's feelings.

"Corazón, are you sure? We're having a wonderful weekend together, and I'd be perfectly happy to concentrate all my time and attention on you," I said, taking her hands in mine.

"Let's do it," she said, squeezing my hands to emphasize her words. "It'll be an adventure, something to spice things up and bring us closer together. If it turns out we don't like it, we don't have to do it again."

I could see that her mind was made up and, to be truthful, the more I thought about Mia, the more interested I became. The way she pressed herself against me when we were dancing and some of the things she said now took on a new light. The fact that such a sexy woman was interested in me certainly was an ego boost.

I tried to hide my growing eagerness. "Okay, if that's what you want, let's do it."

Needless to say, when we met Don and Mia for dinner, the atmosphere was highly charged. It was immediately obvious that both women had dressed to impress: Felicia in red and Mia in black. Both dresses did more than just hint at the delights lying underneath. 

When we were shown to our booth at the restaurant, Felicia sat with Don and Mia slid in next to me. In no time I felt Mia's slim fingers on my knee, and I was pretty sure that Don and Felicia were similarly active. We were all somewhat giddy, and the waiter must have guessed that something was going on, although we tried to be discreet. But when I slid my hand high under Mia's skirt, her gasp was audible at the next table. The moisture I detected in her panties only served to ratchet up my own arousal.

By the time dinner was over, I was ready to take things to the next level, but the ladies wanted to go dancing first, and Don and I reluctantly agreed. The band that night was playing mostly slow jazz, and the dancing turned into foreplay with music. As we clung together, Mia parted her legs to let my thigh slide in between; then she proceeded to rub herself against me in a delightfully lascivious manner. At one point I glanced over at Don and Felicia and saw that they were similarly occupied.

Finally the two ladies decided to visit the powder room together, and Don and I sat down at our table to finish our drinks. He leaned over, handed me his cardkey and said quietly, "Why don't you and Mia use our cottage tonight, and Felicia and I will go to your room. Tomorrow, we can all meet up for breakfast at 9:00 in the dining room."

I nodded, gave him my key, and took the last sip of my mojito. Just then the two ladies returned, laughing and looking at us with fiery eyes. "I think it's time to go," Mia said, taking my hand.

I looked over to catch Felicia's eye. "Have fun, corazón," I said, and she grinned at me. "You, too, Andy."

As Mia and I walked over to her beach cottage, we clung to each other like amorous teenagers, whispering and snickering at each other's innuendos. But when we got inside, Mia turned into a tigress. She virtually dragged me into the bedroom, frantically pulling at my clothes, unbuckling my belt and yanking ineffectually at my shirt buttons. 

Her lust infected me and I forced her to turn around so I could unhook and unzip her dress. When it finally fell away and I turned her back to face me, I saw that she was in full seductress mode. She wore a matching set of bra, panties and garter belt in a coral color. She even wore stockings, no small sacrifice in the Florida heat.

As I stared at her body, her womanly curves and jutting breasts made a delectable contrast with the slim, athletic body of my wife, and I began to tear at my own clothes in my eagerness to explore those new charms.

But when I got down to my boxer shorts, Mia took the initiative and embraced me, simultaneously turning us around and then leaning forward against me so that the two of us fell on the bed with her on top. Then she was frantically kissing and caressing me, pulling herself up into a straddling position, fending off my efforts to strip her of that wonderful lingerie that seemed to gleam in the moonlight.

Slowly she backed down my reclining body, kissing and caressing every inch of the way. When she got low enough, she pulled on my shorts and proceeded to tug them off of me. Then she was kneeling on the floor, and first her fingers and then her lips sought out my cock and began to stoke my erection before taking it fully into her mouth. In seconds she had me all the way down her throat, something I'd never experienced before. 

The sensation of her tongue and throat were driving me mad, and as excited as I was already, I knew that I wouldn't last long if she kept that up. I tried to let her know, but she ignored me and even increased her efforts. I let myself flop back down on the bed and closed my eyes, allowing her to take me toward that inevitable explosive ecstatic finish. When I came, she held me in her mouth and swallowed repeatedly, another first for me.

After I had somewhat recovered, I realized that she had crawled up on the bed and was lying beside me. I took her in my arms and kissed her. "That was undoubtedly the best blow job I ever had in my life," I told her sincerely.

"Good," she said with a pleased smile. "Then maybe you'll be ready to return the favor."

I gave her a mock salute and happily set out to do just that.

If Mia's approach had been a full frontal assault, I decided that I'd repay her with a guerrilla campaign. Accordingly, I began to use the lightest caresses and the gentlest kisses, hinting at what was to come without ever fully revealing my intentions. 

First I relaxed her body, then I began to make it taut with anticipation as I teased and licked my way over sensitive areas. After I'd removed her bra, I spent long minutes stroking and caressing her breasts without ever once touching her nipples. Soon they were fully erect, almost begging for attention, but I continued to delay gratification.

I did the same thing down her torso, pulling her tiny panties down her legs, then running my fingers from her toes all the way up to the juncture of her thighs, but never once touching her hot spot. Soon her pussy was oozing lubrication and emitting a musky odor that was pure sex. I'd left her high heels on, and she dug them into the bedspread and lifted her hips, trying to get me to scratch the itch building in her pussy. Instead, I blew onto her shaved lower lips, causing her to cry out in frustration.

When I judged the time was right, I returned to her breasts, and this time I used my fingers to begin rubbing her nipples in a gentle circular motion. Judging by her pants and moans, this technique just built her arousal to a new, higher level.

I continued that motion but slid the down lower on her body, slipping between her knees. When she felt my cock -- which by now had regained its full erection -- slide over her pussy lips, she groaned out loud. Then I brought my mouth down and began to lick those lips, first caressing them gently, then burrowing in between to her inner lips and the depths below. But all the while I took care to stay away from her clitoris. Now she was panting, and I felt her fingers entwine in my hair as she reached down to pull me to that most sensitive spot where she wanted my tongue. Even when I acceded to her demands, I used my tongue and lips as lightly as I could, and her arousal built along with her frustration. 

Suddenly I swiped my tongue full force across that tiny erect female sex organ, and she howled. I repeated the motion in the other direction, and I thought she was going to pull clumps of hair from my scalp. Then I began to flick my tongue back and forth as rapidly as I could, while at the same time thrusting two fingers deep in her pussy. 

She was accelerating rapidly towards her climax when she startled me by suddenly pushing me away from her. "Not yet," she said frantically. "Wait, wait."

She rolled over and pulled something out of the nightstand drawer. "Oh, wow," she said, turning back to me. "You are really good. I almost lost it, but I don't want to cum that way. I want you to put that lovely cock of yours in me and fuck me into unconsciousness."

Then she held up the object she'd retrieved from the nightstand, and I realized that it was a tube of lubricant. "Do you ever fuck that cute little ass of your wife?" she asked with a grin. 

A bit sheepishly I admitted that Felicia and I had never done that.

Her grin just got wider. "Then you're in for a real treat. I just love it back there, and I want you to take me that way now. You've got me so keyed up that this is going to be really good."

She handed me the tube and instructed me to work the lubricant into her backside using two fingers. "Then I want you to put a nice thick coating all over that lovely cock of yours and then do me. You'll need to be slow and gentle at first, but once I get stretched out, I want you to pound me good."

As I stroked the lube into her and then onto myself, I found my arousal growing by leaps and bounds. I think every man is at least a little curious about anal sex, and to have the chance with an experienced woman was a dream come true.

Mia lay face down on the bed and slid a small pillow under her hips. "Okay, big boy," she said in a husky voice, "come fuck my ass."

Her words lit a fire in me, and I had to remind myself to start slowly. At first I didn't think I'd be able to penetrate the little ring of muscle, but suddenly the head of my cock popped inside. Mia gasped, and I held myself still, waiting for her guidance. 

After a moment or two, I heard her say, "Slide it in another inch or two." I did as she indicated, and I heard her give a low-pitched moan. Then she turned her head to look back at me. "Alright," she said, "slide it all the way in and then stop."

Again, I followed her directions, and this time we both groaned. My cock felt like it was being squeezed in a velvet vise. The sensation was exquisite, and now I realized why Mia had started off by giving me that fantastic blow job. If she hadn't, I'd be nearing my climax already.

"Now," she said in a whisper, "start to pump it in and out real slow, but don't stop. Then, when I give you the word, I want you fuck me like the horny slut I am. And don't worry – you won't hurt me."

With that I began to slide slowly out and then back in again, all the time feeling that incredible pressure on my cock. I heard Mia's breathing begin to pick up again, and I felt her reach her hand down under us and begin to caress her clitoris. The impulse to accelerate was almost overwhelming, but I kept myself under control, waiting for her to be ready. 

Soon she was moaning on every stroke, and I could hear her voice rising in pitch. Instinctively I increased my speed, and I could tell that she liked what I was doing immensely. An animal instinct came over me and I reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back. I could see that her eyes were squeezed shut and her face looked as though she was in agony. But she screamed out, "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me just like that. Pound me, you bastard, pound me!"

At that point I lost the capacity for rational thought. Now I was pure carnal instinct, determined to drive my seed into this female as deep, as hard and as fast as I possibly could. I heard her scream out her climax, but nothing could have stopped me then, and I kept pounding into her until I came as well. Then I collapsed onto her and rolled to the side so I wouldn't crush her.

I felt her climb out of the bed as I lay there, and a minute later she returned with a warm washcloth which she used to wipe me clean. Then she sank beside me and pulled the spread over us. I was asleep almost instantly.

When I awoke, the moon had gone down and the only light came from the stars shining through the skylight. At first I wondered what had awakened me, but then I felt a feminine tongue licking at my rising cock. "You're going to kill me, Mia," I groaned, but she just chuckled playfully. "What a terrible fate: fucked to death!" Then she continued her ministrations, and soon my cock was fully erect.

Satisfied with her achievement, Mia crawled up over my body and carefully lowered herself onto my erection. I could smell her arousal now, and when her pussy enveloped my cock, I found that she was fully lubricated.

Once she had sunk down all the way, she sighed and began a gentle rocking motion that felt wonderful to me. Then she put her hands down on my chest and began to ride me more vigorously. I heard her chanting "Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes," keeping time with her motion. 

Even though it was wonderful to lie there and enjoy what she was doing, I couldn't help but begin to thrust up, trying to push deeper and deeper into that hot, clinging tunnel. I must have been hitting the right spot inside her because she gasped and cried out, "Yes, right there. Just like that – that's perfect – don't stop!"

Suddenly she reached down, grabbed my hands and brought them to her breasts. "Squeeze my breasts, pinch my nipples, twist them!" she urged, and when I did so she gave a little scream. I thought I might have hurt her, but she used her own hands to force mine even tighter to her breasts.

Then we were climbing that long stairs together, racing to see which of us could get to the top first. This time it was a tie, and we both cried out in triumph as we tumbled back down in satisfied exhaustion.

The next thing I knew, Mia was shaking me. "Wake up, lover, we're going to be late for breakfast."

I groggily rolled out of bed and began pulling my somewhat rumpled clothes on. As we walked over to the main building, she looped her arm through mine. "You were wonderful last night, Andy. We've got to do that again some time."

"Most definitely, Mia," I told her. But the truth was that now that our little orgy was over, I was beginning to feel anxious about Felicia, wondering how her night had been, wondering how the two of us were doing. Sex with Mia had been great, but now I needed to see how my wife felt.

When we got to the restaurant, Felicia and Don were already seated. "Hello, sleepyhead," Felicia said with a smile, "we were beginning to wonder if you'd ever get up. I even went ahead and ordered breakfast for you."

She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. "Did everything go okay for you last night?" I asked quietly. She nodded. "It was fine. How about you?"

"It was good," I told her. "Maybe we can talk about it later."

"Sure," she said, "but you'd better get something to eat first. You look exhausted."

I grinned sheepishly and dug into breakfast.

As we ate, we talked about plans for the day. Mia wanted to take Felicia and me out on the boat. Don couldn't join us because he had to go into the little office his company kept in Crystal River to take part in a conference call. But he urged us to go ahead without him. "Mia's as good a sailor as I am. She's been out in the cruiser without me lots of times," he said.

The weather was perfect so another boat ride sounded good to me, and watching two beautiful women in bikinis wouldn't be hard to take either. Accordingly, Felicia and I headed back to our room to get changed. But as we rode up in the elevator, I felt myself getting sleepier and sleepier. When I kept yawning, Felicia laughed at me. "Mia must have really worn you out last night," she said with amusement, and I had to confess that I hadn't gotten much sleep.

"Why don't you lie down and take a little nap?" Felicia suggested. "It looks like you really need one. Mia and I can go without you." 

I really wanted to go with them but I could hardly keep my eyes open. I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. Felicia kissed me on the cheek and headed out the door. "I'll put the Do Not Disturb sign out," she told me. "Sleep well, Andrés."

The next thing I heard was a pounding on the door and a voice shouting, "Mr. Salazar, Mr. Salazar, are you in there?" 

I struggled to sit up as the pounding continued. "Hold on," I yelled, "I'll be right with you." 

"What time is it?" I asked myself, and when I glanced at the clock on the bedside table I was shocked to see that it was almost 4:00 p.m. "How can that be?" I wondered.

The pounding resumed, regaining my attention. Shaking my head to try to clear it, I got to my feet and walked unsteadily to the door. When I unlocked it I saw a hotel employee with an urgent expression on his face.

"We've been looking all over for you, Mr. Salazar. We kept ringing your room, but no one answered."

"I must have been sound asleep," I said. "What is it? Why are you looking for me?"

He tugged on my sleeve, half dragging me toward the elevator. "There's been an accident," he said breathlessly. "You have to come now."

His words sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, and I finally began to come fully awake. But despite my repeated questions, the man could tell me no more than that there'd been an accident and that I had to come with him. When we got to the main floor, he led me outside where a knot of uniformed men were standing. "I found him!" the employee yelled, "I found Mr. Salazar!"

"What's happened," I asked frantically. "What's going on?"

A man in a Coast Guard uniform pointed out toward the Gulf. At first as I peered into the distance I couldn't make anything out, but then I spotted what appeared to be a helicopter circling a faint plume of smoke. "I don't understand," I choked out as fear tightened my throat.

Another officer held up an IPad. I couldn't comprehend what I was looking at, but it appeared to be a video. "That's a live feed from the chopper," the man said, and I stared in horrified fascination at a picture of burning wreckage floating on the sea. "It appears there was an explosion and fire."

"What kind of boat was it?" I asked fearfully.

"As best we can tell, it was a Chris-craft hard top cruiser," he said, and my knees went weak.

I swallowed and tried to form my next question carefully. "What about survivors? Have they made any rescues?"

He looked at me sadly. "The chopper hasn't spotted any life preservers, and the diver they lowered hasn't found any bodies in the water." Then, perhaps seeing the expression on my face, he added, "But we'll have a boat up from the Marine Safety Office in Tampa momentarily, and they'll be able to conduct a more thorough search."

Unbidden, the memory of the mako shark flashed through my mind. I shuddered and tried to wipe the image from my imagination.

"What could have done that?" I asked, pointing at the feed coming from the chopper. "It looks like a bomb went off."

The officer shook his head. "We see things like this happen all too frequently. Something goes wrong in the boat's engine compartment and it fills up with fumes. Then when somebody tries to restart the engine, there's an explosion. We lose a lot of boaters that way."

Just then his radio crackled and he stopped to talk. When he finished, he turned back to me. "Our cruiser is on the scene now to continue the search. There's nothing you can do now. Why don't you go back and wait in your room so we'll be able to find you if we have more news."

I didn't want to leave, but I didn't want to stay there either, so I turned to go back inside. Behind me I heard someone say in a quiet voice, "Poor bastard," and my heart sank even lower. If the professionals were that pessimistic, what hope did I have?

I spent the rest of the afternoon waiting, but the call I was praying for never came. After a while I began making my own calls, first to my office to let them know that I wouldn't be in on Monday, then to my sister, and finally the one I'd been dreading the most: Felicia's parents. It was awful.




Sunday Morning Going Up



Later there was a knock at the door, and when I anxiously yanked it open, I saw a waiter with a tray of food. "The manager thought you might like to have something to eat, sir," he told me. I tipped the man and asked him to thank the manager for his thoughtfulness.

But even though I'd had nothing to eat since breakfast, I had no appetite and could only nibble on the food they'd provided. Every few minutes I'd get up and wander over to the balcony to look out at the Gulf. Though it was now dark, I kept hoping I'd see the lights of the helicopter or perhaps a rescue boat headed our way. But each time there was nothing.

Between my anxiety and the long nap I'd taken earlier, there was no way I could get to sleep, so to give myself something to do I began to pack up some of our bags. When I bent down to pick something off the floor, I noticed a wisp of lace under the bed. It was a pair of Felicia's panties, and as I picked them up, I saw that the crotch was crusty.

Suddenly the memory of last night's sexual games came back to me with full force, and I was overwhelmed with shame. Instead of being with my wife, I'd spent the last night of her life with another woman! That, in turn, made me think of poor, passionate Mia – she was gone and likely dead as well. If only I'd been with them, I might have done something to prevent the accident, or perhaps rescue them. Then a wave of resentment swept over me: if Mia hadn't exhausted me, I'd have been out there with them, and I might have been able to save Felicia. Next my thoughts turned to Don, and I realized that he must be going through the same agony as I.

I collapsed on the bed and began to weep, my emotions constantly flickering from guilt to grief, from anger to despair. It was the worst night of my life.

As I lay there, I kept remembering details about my life together with Felicia. Both of us had gone to Florida Atlantic University in Boca Raton to play soccer on scholarship. That's how we met: she came up to me one day after practice and began talking about tactics. She really looked good in her soccer shorts and jersey, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. We wound up dating our last two years of college and getting married right after graduation.

I began to understand Felicia better after meeting her family. Her parents, I learned, were fervent anti-communists. Her father's family had owned a sugar plantation in Cuba back when Batista was in power. But after Fidel Castro's revolution swept to power in 1959, the landowners eventually lost their plantation and were forced to work in what had been their own fields. In desperation, her grandparents fled the island in a small boat and arrived penniless in Miami.

Felicia's mother was born in Miami and grew up in extreme poverty. She and her husband, Felicia's father, both worked in menial positions to make it possible for Felicia to go to college. As a result, Felicia was absolutely driven to succeed; she told me once when we were dating that after seeing how her grandparents and parents had been forced to live, she had vowed she would never be poor again.

That memory made me feel even worse about how our lives together had unfolded. The housing bust of 2008 had been especially hard on Florida, and my thriving construction company suddenly teetered on the brink of bankruptcy. For a while we had to cease all new construction and for a couple of years struggled to survive on repair jobs. Felicia and I were forced to sell our own home and move into a small condominium just to get by. I felt like a failure, but Felicia never had a word of complaint. Her support, both emotional and financial, had been critical to our pulling through and starting to grow again. And now I might never get the chance to truly show my love and gratitude to her.

I had both slipped away from the church in college, but now in the long night I found myself repeating all the Ave Marias and Pater Nosters of my childhood, asking for a miracle. It was all I had left.

I must have dozed off towards morning because I was awakened by a gentle knock on the door. When I rushed to open it, another Coast Guard officer was standing there. For a moment, hope soared within me, but the solemn expression on his face quickly crushed it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Salazar, but the decision has been made to terminate the search for survivors," he said in an emotionless voice.

"But you can't do that," I shouted. "It's light now, and it'll be easier to find them. You've got to keep going."

He shook his head patiently. "Mr. Salazar, our boats have special radar to search the water's surface, and our helicopters have got infrared scanners to look for heat signatures. We've been combing the area all night – if there was anything or anyone to find, we'd have done so by now."

I must have had a stubborn expression on my face because he went on. "Sir, I've investigated a lot of boat explosions, but this was one of the worst I've seen. It's extremely unlikely that either of the two passengers survived the initial blast and fire." 

Then, seeing the ashen expression on my face, he reached out to grasp my shoulder. "It's also extremely unlikely that either of them suffered. A blast big enough to blow that boat apart – well, it's likely they never felt a thing."

I wanted to scream. I wanted to force them to go back out on the water and find my Felicia. I wanted to die myself. But all I did was stand there and stare at the floor. Finally, I looked up at him. "Thank you Officer, for doing all you could," I said. He shook my hand, turned and solemnly walked away. I closed the door and sank down on the floor.

I'm not sure how long I lay there, but I was startled to hear another knock at my door. When I opened it, there were two men in uniform outside. "Mr. Salazar?" one of them asked. When I nodded, he asked again, "Andrés Salazar?"

"Yes," I said, "that's me. Who are you?"

He reached in his pocket and pulled out his identification. "We're from the Citrus County Sheriff's Department. We'd like to talk to you about what happened out in the Gulf yesterday."

"Alright," I said resignedly, "come on in." This was the last thing I wanted to do right now, but I guess there had to be some kind of official police inquiry.

We sat down in the living area of the suite, and the deputy asked, "Where were you when the 'accident' occurred?"

I thought the question was an odd one and I didn't like the way he emphasized the word "accident," but I told him I had been in the room between breakfast and about 4:00 p.m.

"That's six hours," he said. "What were you doing in your room all that time?" he asked.

"I was taking a nap," I told him, my irritation growing.

"You must have been partying pretty hard the night before." he said with a smirk. I just stared at him.

"Did anyone see you while you were 'taking a nap,'" the deputy asked in a sardonic tone of voice.

Keeping myself under control, I managed to respond, "Not that I know of. I was asleep the whole time."

"So there's no one who can verify your whereabouts between 10:00 a.m. and 4:00 p.m. Is that correct, Seen-yore Sal-a-zar?" he said, stretching out the syllables in a mocking drawl.

I stood up abruptly. I'd heard that condescending tone of voice before. It hadn't happened in a long time, but it still had the ability to touch a nerve.

South Florida is heavily Latino; in fact, almost 60% of the population of Dade County is Hispanic, with almost half of those foreign-born. But as you move north, that percentage drops precipitously, and, especially in the more rural areas, it isn't uncommon to encounter some of the old prejudices. But that didn't mean I had to accept it.

"What is this all about? My wife has just died in a terrible accident and you're asking questions like I'm a suspect in a crime!" I said angrily.

"You're the one who used the term 'crime,' Seen-yore," the other deputy said.

That was the last straw as far as I was concerned. "Officers, I know my rights, and I am not going to answer any more questions without legal counsel present," I said firmly.

The two men looked at each other. The first one closed his notebook. "I guess you know how this looks, Señor Salazar."

"It looks like a U.S. citizen who knows his Constitutional rights," I snapped back at him.

He shrugged his shoulders and the two deputies headed for the door. "Very well, then, we'll expect you and your attorney at the Citrus County Sheriff's Office in Inverness tomorrow," he said, and then left.

It took me several minutes to calm down; then I grabbed the phone and called José Pasquo,my attorney back in Orlando. When I told his secretary who was calling, she put me through immediately. "Andy," he said when he came on the line, "we were all shocked when we heard the news. Please accept my deepest condolences on the loss of your lovely wife."

"It doesn't take long for bad news to travel," I thought.

"That's why I'm calling, José. I'm still here at the Paradiso Resort and I've just had two bigots from the local Sheriff's Department questioning me like I'm a suspect in a crime. I'm in Anglo country here, and I think I need legal counsel pronto." 

José thought for a moment and then said, "Look, I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding, but just in case we need to get you someone local, somebody with standing in the court up there. Let me make some phone calls and I'll get back to you."

I thanked him and slumped down in a chair. I could feel my head throbbing -- this nightmare was turning worse by the minute.

In about an hour, the phone rang, and I eagerly answered. It was José. "I have good news and bad news. Let me start with the bad. How well did you know Don and Mia Cavendish?" he asked me.

"We only met them this weekend."

"Well, Mia Cavendish is the former Mia Reynolds. Her father is one of the richest and most influential men in Marion County. He owns the largest thoroughbred horse farm in Ocala. The bottom line is that none of the major law firms in central Florida will touch your case. They're all beholding to Mr. Reynolds," he told me.

"Mierda!" I exclaimed. "So what do I do now?"

"Well, the good news is that I've found an attorney in Inverness to represent you. Her name is Gina Ellerby. The bad news is she's pretty young and inexperienced, but several people in the area recommended her," he explained. "I'm sure she'll be able to get you through this just fine."

"Okay," I said, "if you think she can protect me from the bigots up her, that's good enough for me."

"Good," he replied, "because I've already contacted her office. She's going to meet you there at the resort in the morning, and the two of you can drive over to Inverness to meet with the sheriff's department. I'm sure you and she will get everything squared away." 

He paused. "And Andy, once again, I am so sorry about your loss. Please let me know if there's anything more I can do to help."

"Thank you, José," I replied with difficulty. My emotions were raw; any reminder, it seemed, could set them off.

The resort management called a little later to tell me that I was welcome to stay another night if I needed to do so, and I thanked them for their generosity. Then I called my office to check on how things were going. Even in this time of grief, I knew that I couldn't neglect the business.

Once I was up to date on the projects we had going, I spent the rest of the afternoon in the painful process of arranging for a memorial service for Felicia. I felt I owed it to her friends and family, as well as to her. Then I spent another painful, sleepless night, trying to make sense of what had happened.

After breakfast the next morning I waited in the room for my new attorney to arrive. When I heard a somewhat timid knock on the door, I opened it to reveal a young, fresh-faced woman. "Good morning, Mr. Salazar," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Gina Ellerby, your attorney."

As she walked into the room, I couldn't help but stare. José had warned me that she was young, but this woman looked like she might have just graduated from high school! She was attractive enough, but she reminded me of one of those pubescent starlets that the Disney Channel seems to churn out like clockwork.

She turned around and caught me staring at her. "Is everything alright, Mr. Salazar?" she asked in a high-pitched voice that sounded like a little girl's.

"Excuse me," I said, "but do you mind telling me how old you are?" I knew it was rude of me, but I couldn't help myself.

Her face turned red and she drew herself up to her full height, although that didn't help much. "I know that I look younger than I am and that I have a childish voice, Mr. Salazar. But I'm 27 years old, I graduated from law school, I passed the bar exam and I have been accepted to practice law in the State of Florida. Now if that isn't good enough for you, I'll leave and you can find another attorney to represent you," she said hotly.

I held up my hands, both to stop her from leaving and in apology for my rudeness. "I'm sorry, Ms. Ellerby, it's just that you took me by surprise. Look, we've gotten off to a bad start – let's try again. I'm Andrés Salazar, but my friends call me Andy. I'd like you to represent me."

She took a deep breath and then extended her hand to shake mine. "Apology accepted," she said. "I'd like to call you Andy, and you can call me Gina. I'm looking forward to working with you. Now, Mr. Pasquo gave me a summary of your situation, but I'd like to hear the details from you."

"Well," I began, "Felicia and I drove up here on Thursday . . ."

"Oh, Andy," she interrupted, "what am I thinking? I'm so sorry about your wife. I meant to say something when I first came in."

I nodded; at that point there wasn't much more to be said except to thank her for her concern. Then I went on with a quick rundown of the events of the weekend, although I didn't talk about our little swap with Don and Mia on Saturday night. Somehow I felt like it would be disloyal to Felicia's memory to talk about that.

Gina took notes as I went through my recitation, and when I had finished it was time to get started on the 30-minute drive over to Inverness. Gina volunteered to drive, and as we headed east on FL-44, she told me that she didn't anticipate a problem. "I've already had a look at the Coast Guard report on line, and they're showing this as a boating accident. I'm guessing our session today is just routine to close the books on the case. You had the misfortune of encountering a couple of rednecks, but don't worry: they won't try that with me around."

I was starting to feel better about having Gina as my attorney. She'd obviously done her homework, and I liked her spirit. 

When we got to the Inverness Sheriff's Department, it was Sheriff McGee himself who wanted to talk to us. It quickly became obvious that this was not to be a routine session. He began by going over the same questions his deputies had asked about my whereabouts on the day of the accident. I felt very uncomfortable having to admit that there was no way I could prove that I had been in the room all day.

"You say you were taking a nap from about 10:00 in the morning to almost 4:00 in the afternoon. That's a mighty long nap – you must have been pretty tired out from the night before," the Sheriff remarked, raising his eyebrows.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat; this was an area I'd wanted to avoid. "Well, we'd stayed pretty late at the nightclub dancing," I said.

He made a note on his pad. "So how would you characterize your relationship with your late wife, Mr. Salazar?" he asked, catching me off guard.

"Good, Sheriff, very good," I said quickly. "I mean we had our disagreements like every couple does, but we had a great marriage."

Gina gave me a sharp look, and I realized that she didn't like the way I'd answered the question. 

But the Sheriff just nodded sagely. "So you were a happily married, faithful husband?" he asked, and I quickly nodded my agreement. "Then why was it, Mr. Salazar, that members of the resort staff saw you leave the nightclub that night in the company of Mia Cavendish rather than your wife? Why was it that you and she retired to her beach cottage and were not seen to re-emerge until the following morning?"

As I hemmed and hawed, I could see Gina's shocked expression out of the corner of my eye. I realized belatedly how suspicious my efforts to protect Felicia's reputation sounded. The only thing I could do now was to come clean about the whole swinging encounter. "Look, Sheriff, Felicia and I had discussed trying to spice up our love-life a little, and when the opportunity came up with Don and Mia, we decided to try it." I went on to give him an overview of our encounter, omitting only the details of what Mia and I had done together.

When I'd finished, I added, "I hope you'll be discreet about this. It would be pretty hurtful to Felicia's parents to learn about this, especially at this time. I'm sure you understand."

He didn't respond, but made another note on his pad. Then he shifted gears.

"Did you and Mrs. Salazar have life insurance policies?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, we never bought any. I've always thought they were a bad investment."

"So you had nothing to gain financially if your wife were to pass away unexpectedly?"

"No, absolutely not!" I said angrily.

"Not even the accidental death and dismemberment policy that your wife's employer provided?" he asked

"Oh," I said in confusion, "I forgot about that." Even as I spoke, I could see Gina looking at me in consternation.

"I guess you must have forgotten about the fact that your wife increased the coverage on that policy to $1 million just last month," the Sheriff continued matter-of-factly.

"Felicia said something about doing that, but I had no idea she'd increased it that much," I said hastily. Even as I spoke I realized how lame that must have sounded.

Again the sheriff jumped to another topic. "Let's go back to Mia Cavendish for a minute. How long had the two of you known each other?"

"This weekend was the first time I'd ever met her," I said quickly.

"Can you prove that, Mr. Salazar?" he shot back.

Before I could think of anything to say, Gina jumped in. "Come on, Sheriff, you know it's impossible to prove a negative."

The Sheriff had been on a roll and was clearly annoyed at Gina's interruption. "Now see here, little girl . . ." he began, but at his words Gina's face flushed and she jumped to her feet. The Sheriff had also arisen, and Gina stalked over and got right in his face. 

"Sheriff McGee, I am a member of the bar association and an officer of the court. You will either treat me with the respect I am due or I'll have you up on charges!" 

As she spoke, the Sheriff involuntarily began to back away from the angry young woman, but she kept moving forward until he was backed against the wall. She got as close as she could to him without touching him, and the 250-lb. man actually seemed intimidated by the tiny woman who might have been half his weight.

"I think my client has had enough of your badgering and illogical questions for one day," she went on. "So unless you intend to arrest him and charge him with a crime, we'll be leaving. If you want to talk to him again, you know where to find me."

The Sheriff looked over at me with a canny expression. "No, you're free to go, Mr. Salazar. You can even go back to Orlando, but don't even think about trying to leave the State of Florida."

With that, Gina turned, grabbed me by the arm and half dragged me out of the Sheriff's office. When we got back on the highway, I turned to look at her. "Wow!" I said, "remind me never to upset you. The way you handled the Sheriff . . ."




Sunday Morning Going Up



"Listen!" she snapped, "I am this close to resigning your case. Don't you ever lie to me again about anything. I cannot represent you effectively if you do."

"Gina, I'm sorry," I said humbly. "I didn't intentionally lie to you. I was embarrassed about the wife-swapping thing, and didn't want to hurt Felicia's reputation -- or Mia's either, for that matter. And I honestly didn't know about Felicia upping her insurance at work to a million dollars. Please, you've got to believe me."

She stared at the road for a while in silence. "Alright," she said finally, "I believe you. But don't keep things like that from me any more." Then she gave a little smile. "Besides, the fact that you and your wife wanted to play games hardly makes you a killer. I'm still convinced that this was all a terrible accident."

By then we'd reached the resort and she pulled into the parking lot to let me out. "I know you need to get back to Orlando. I'll take care of things here and if there are any developments I'll contact you right away."

After I'd checked out of the resort and begun driving back towards Orlando, my thoughts turned to the sad days ahead. The first responsibility I'd have to face was the memorial service, and I knew how difficult that would be for me.

Two days later I was at my office when the phone rang. It was José. "Have you seen the Sentinel?" he asked. When I told him I hadn't, he said, "Well, you'd better have a look at the local section. But I warn you: you're not going to like what you see. It looks like somebody did a hatchet job on you!"

I thanked José for the "heads up" and went to check the online edition. When I clicked on Local Breaking News, the first headline I saw was "Orlando Man Named a Person of Interest in Wife's Death". The story not only contained the details of the explosion but went on to touchon many of the details the Sheriff had covered in our meeting. The reporter had liberally used terms like "unexplained absence," "possible motive" and "sex games." I was outraged.

In fury I called Gina, and when I reached her I lit into her. "The Sheriff must have given all this to newspaper to put pressure on me. How can he do something like that?" I demanded. "Besides, the story is filled with innuendo and speculation. It reads like something out of the National Enquirer, not a respectable newspaper."

"For that matter" I went on, "if the Sheriff thinks the explosion wasn't an accident, why isn't Don Cavendish under suspicion? He had more to gain that I did."

"Forget about Cavendish," Gina told me. "He isn't a suspect. The Sheriff told me he has an airtight alibi with six witnesses. He was on a long conference call the whole time," Gina explained, "and the other people on the call all told the Sheriff that Don participated throughout."

I wasn't satisfied. "That doesn't mean anything. Cavendish could have been on a cellphone – he could have been anywhere."

Gina sighed. "Except he wasn't, Andy. The building where he took the call has security cameras in the hallways. The recordings showed Don entering the building before the call began and not leaving until after the time it ended. And before you ask, the windows in the building are fixed."

When she heard my grunt of frustration, Gina went on. "Andy, I absolutely believe that this was a terrible accident. I think the Sheriff is poking around because he's trying to do a thorough job, or maybe he's just watched too many detective shows on tv. Whatever the case, I'm sure this whole thing will be closed soon and you'll be completely exonerated."

"Maybe," I growled, "but in the meantime I'm being made to look like a wife-killer."

There was nothing further in the news the next few days, but now I really dreaded the thought of going to the memorial service. Not only would I have to deal with my pain and loss, but now there were all these rumors and suspicions. I wanted to hide, but that would only make me look worse. Besides, I told myself, I owed it to Felicia.

The service was as bad as I had feared. The priest's homily held little consolation for me, and the eulogies were excruciating. When it came my turn, I broke down halfway through the words I'd prepared and had to cut it short. As I was trying to recount some of our happier times together, I choked up, and all I could say was, "I miss you, Felicia," before leaving the pulpit. 

Although there had been a good turn-out for the service, I noticed that far fewer people came through the reception line afterwards. Instead many people clumped in little knots, talking quietly among themselves. I could only imagine what they were saying. 

At one point, I saw Felicia's family standing to one side. Her father gave me a dark stare, and I wished there were something I could say to reassure him that I hadn't harmed his beloved daughter. Then her mother came darting over and gave me a quick hug. "We know you loved her, Andrés. Once all this blows over, you must come and see us." That made me feel a little better, but I wondered how long it would be until "all this blows over."

The only other thing I particularly remember about the service was the fact that my whole fútbol team turned out, which really meant a lot to me. The last of the group to come through the line was Domingo, our striker. He was small but quick as summer lightning. He came up and threw his arms around me. "Hey, Andrés, hang in there, hombre. We all know you didn't do nothing." He smiled widely. "You're a damned Boy Scout – in all the games we've played you never even got a red card!"

I couldn't help but grin as I thanked him. I only wished the others there had the same confidence in me.

The week after the memorial service I was working in my office when Gina Ellerby walked in the door. "Gina, what are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

"I had some information for you and things have been pretty slow at work for me, so I thought I'd come down to see you in person, if you're not too busy."

"No, no, not at all," I said. "I'm glad you're here, I just didn't want to inconvenience you. What have you found out?"

She told me she'd gone to the Sheriff and demanded to know how the reporter had gotten the news about the Sheriff's investigation. "I asked him if he'd taken a second job with the Sentinel," she said, but he denied any involvement. "But he did admit that he'd made a recording of the interview, and that somebody else could have listened to it," she said. 

I thought about the two deputies and decided that one of them was the likely culprit. I didn't like it, but there wasn't much I could do. The cat was out of the bag, and all I could hope was that my name would be cleared as soon as possible.

But when Gina showed up at my office again a week later, my hopes for a quick vindication were soon dashed. "The Sheriff let me know they'd found some new evidence," she told me, and the expression on her face made it clear that it wasn't favorable.

"The jerry cans from the Chris-craft washed up on shore," she told me. "They had your fingerprints all over them."

I shook my head in irritation. "Of course they did. That doesn't mean anything," I told her. "When Don and I were loading up the boat to go fishing on Friday, I carried the extra fuel on board for him. Of course my fingerprints would be all over those cans."

She nodded. "I believe you, Andy. It's just that it doesn't look good. If I were a prosecutor going before a jury, I'd tell them that there are three requirements to prove the commission of a crime: motive, means and opportunity. Felicia's life insurance provides an obvious motive, your prints on those cans imply you had the means, and the fact that you have no alibi for those six hours on the day it happened suggests an opportunity."

"But I've already explained what happened in all three of those circumstances," I protested.

"I know," she replied, "and that's probably why they haven't pressed charges. But I've read cases where a jury convicted on evidence that was not much more solid than that."

I looked at her in worry and frustration. "This is turning into a nightmare! What will it take to convince people I had nothing to do with this?"

She thought for a minute. "The weakest link in the case is the question of your whereabouts during the day on Sunday. The resort manager told me that the Sheriff's people interviewed everyone on staff to see if anyone had spotted you during that time. But they came up empty."

"Because I was asleep in my room!" I shouted. "But nobody knows that. I'm stuck with having to prove a negative."

Gina began to pace around the room. "There must be some way to prove that you never left the room." After a pause, she asked, "Aren't all the doors in the resort operated by a cardkey? Wouldn't the resort have a record every time someone entered the room?"

"No," I said, "cardkeys don't work that way. Each door lock is a self-contained unit programmed to respond to a specific code on the card. The code is valid only for that door and only for the length of the guest's stay. But the locks aren't connected to anything; in fact, to change the codes on a lock you have to insert a special device into it."

Then I gulped as an idea hit me. "But I recently read an article that described some new systems which actually communicate with a central computer, so the hotel has a record of all the comings and goings. The Paradiso is a brand new, top-of-the-line resort. I wonder if it's possible it has a system like that?"

It was a faint hope but it was all I had so I grabbed the phone and called the resort. The manager remembered my name, and when I explained my query, he began to understand why I was so excited. "The Paradiso is state-of-the-art in every aspect" he told me, "including our cardkey system."

"Why didn't you say something before?" I demanded.

"Truthfully, I've never worked at a hotel that had a system like that before. And with the preview and the formal opening we've been so busy that I haven't even thought about it. But presumably it's in operation -- let me go check."

In a few minutes he came back on the line. "You may be in luck, Mr. Salazar. The system is working and we do have data going back to the preview weekend on the server."

"Please guard those records with your life!" I implored him. "We'll be up to see them as quickly as we can get up there!"

Gina and I each drove our cars up to Crystal River as fast as we could. If any Florida State Police had been in the area, I'm sure we would have been arrested. Luckily they must have all been out protecting the tourists, so we both arrived without incident.

When we burst into the resort, the manager was waiting for us. He led us back to the area where the computer system was located and pulled out a stack of print-outs that he'd made for us. Gina and I stared at them in confusion; neither of us could make heads or tails out of what we were seeing.

"Each page represents a different date," the manager told us. "Here," he went on, pointing at a column heading, "are all the times. The room numbers are on the horizontal axis. The code in the table indicates the status: either open or closed and whether or not the cardkey was used."

Gina looked at him in confusion. "How can a door be opened without a cardkey?"

"When it's opened from the inside," he explained.

He turned over several pages and pointed to a series of lines. "Here is the record for the room Mr. Salazar had for our preview weekend. You can see all the comings and goings for each day. And here," he said, turning another page, "is the record for that Sunday. As you can see, the door was opened without a cardkey shortly before 8:30 a.m., presumably when you and your wife went down to breakfast." 

I shot a glance over at Gina; I didn't want her to enlighten the manager about Don Cavendish being in the room at that time.

"Here," he went on, "you can see that the door was opened by the cardkey at 9:57 a.m. You were probably returning from breakfast at that time. About 30 minutes later, the door opened without the cardkey, probably when your wife left the room. After that, you can see that the door was not opened again until 3:56 p.m."

I turned to Gina. "But that really doesn't help us," I said. "I could have left the room with Felicia at 10:30."

But Gina was dancing around in excitement. "But if you had left then, how could you have gotten back in the room when the bellman found you there at 4:00? Don't you see? You had to be in the room the whole time. This proves you were telling the truth about your whereabouts on Sunday!"

My eyes widened, and I hugged her. "You're a genius, Gina!" I said. Then I turned to the manager. "May we have these?" I asked, and he told me he'd printed them out just for us.

With the printout in hand, we rushed to the Sheriff's office in Inverness. Sheriff McGee was just leaving when we pulled into the parking area. Gina opened her car door and ran over, waving the print-out in her hand. "Sheriff, Sheriff," she yelled, "we have the proof!" He got out of his car and she spread the papers out on the hood. Eagerly she explained what they were and what they showed.

The Sheriff looked at the print-outs suspiciously, but he seemed to follow what we were trying to explain about the resort's cardkey system. Gina pressed hard: "This proves that Andy was in his room the whole time. There's no way he could have left without leaving a record. Don't you see, this proves the explosion was just a terrible accident, nothing more."

The Sheriff peered at the printout for a few minutes, then gathered up the pages and tucked them into his car. "I'll have to look at these more closely, and I'll want to talk to the resort manager too." He got into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition. Then he rolled down the window. "If this holds up," he said grudgingly, "you've done well, little girl." This time, Gina was so pleased that she didn't even react.

As the Sheriff drove off, she spun around and embraced me. "I think we've done it!" she said. I hugged her back. "You're a genius, Gina," I repeated. "This calls for a celebration. Let me take you out to dinner -- you name the place."

Gina took us to the Macleod House bistro, a 100-year-old home in Inverness that had been converted into a restaurant. We had a leisurely meal out on the deck under the awning, and as we ate I took the opportunity to get to know more about Gina. I found out that she'd gone to a second-rate law school here in Florida. If she'd earned any honors such as Law Review or Moot Court, she didn't mention them. She'd passed the Bar (on her second attempt, she admitted) but had had no luck landing a position with a law firm. But she didn't give up easily, as I'd already discovered, so she hung out her shingle and went into practice on her own.

She told me it had been a real struggle to make it for the first year or so. But someone must have given her a good recommendation because she began to pick up all the legal work connected with the development of the new resort outside Crystal River. I was, she sheepishly admitted, her first criminal case.

Her personal life was equally unremarkable. There was a boyfriend, apparently, but she hadn't seen him in quite a while and didn't want to talk about him. In the meantime, it was clear that she didn't have a lot of disposable income so she didn't get out much. She hadn't made that many friends in Citrus County, so she led a pretty solitary life.

As I listened, I concluded that she wasn't the sharpest attorney I'd ever met. In addition, I felt her girlish looks and little-girl voice were serious handicaps, making it just that much more difficult for potential clients to take her seriously. But she was eager, honest and determined, all virtues I admired. More importantly, it looked like her persistence had helped uncover the evidence that would get me out of Sheriff McGee's crosshairs. And, I had to admit, she was really cute and perky, even if she did look more like a college freshman than a practicing attorney. I liked her and felt sorry for her at the same time.

After dinner, I told her I had to start back to Orlando, but she begged me to follow her over to her place for a cup of coffee. "It'll help keep you awake for the drive back," she said, and I yielded because I really felt indebted to her.

When we got back to her place, she wanted to give me a quick tour which wound up in her bedroom. I half expected to see posters of boy bands on her walls -- there weren't, thank goodness -- but she did have a teddy bear on her bed. 

As I turned to walk back back to the living room, she caught my hand and stopped me. "Andy," she said very solemnly, "I want you to fire me."

I was shocked. "Why, Gina? I don't understand."

She gave me a shy smile. "Because if you don't, it would be a breach of legal ethics for me to do this." With that she pulled me to her, stood up on tiptoe and kissed me passionately on the lips.

I hadn't been with a woman since Mia Cavendish, and Gina was definitely desirable, but I made myself stop and push her away slightly. "Gina, are you sure? What about your boyfriend? What about . . ." But she put her fingers to my mouth to stop me.

"It's okay," she said breathlessly. "I really want this."

Then she was back in my arms again, and I stopped resisting. She reached over to flick off the light switch, then pulled me to the bed and began frantically undressing me. When she saw that I was trying to help, she hastily began stripping off her own clothes, tossing items in all directions. Then we were on the bed, urgently kissing and exploring each other. When my fingers reached the juncture of her thighs, I was startled to discover just how aroused she really was. Of course, my erection probably told her the same thing about me.

Neither one of us needed any foreplay; instead, she pulled me on top of her and began groping to fit me into her hot moist pussy as quickly as possible. She was very tight, but I was still able to slide in up to the hilt without difficulty. The sensation was exquisite. I paused a moment to make sure she was comfortable, but her motions made it clear just how desperate she was for me to start.

I began to thrust in and out, and each inward thrust brought a whimpering "Oh!" out of her. I wondered at first if I might be hurting her, but she grabbed my buttocks and tried to pull me even deeper and faster into her. Soon I forgot about everything but my own excitement and began to pound into her without restraint. She responded wildly, eager for everything I could give her.

Her "Oh's" got louder and louder, and suddenly she squealed like a child at the top of her lungs, just as I grunted and reached my own peak. Then I collapsed on her and rolled onto my side, clutching her to me, stroking her back.

When our breathing had returned to normal, a sudden worry crossed my mind. "Gina, I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I didn't even think to ask you about protection."

"It's okay," she replied. "I'm on the pill, and since neither one of us has been with anyone for a long time, I expect we're safe that way too." Then she kissed me and closed her eyes. After a minute or two, I closed mine as well, and was soon asleep.

Sometime later I felt her shift in my arms, and when I looked over I saw her looking at me shyly. She put her lips to my ear. "Do you think we could do that again?"

I ran my hand over her pert breasts and down to her hips. "Yes," I said with a smile, "I think we can."

She kissed me and then said in her little girl's voice, "But this time, please be slow and gentle with me. I think I'm going to be sore in the morning."

I tried to do just that, but before we were finished she was humping herself against me wildly, desperate to fill the need that had clearly built up in her after so long a drought.




Sunday Morning Going Up



At breakfast the next morning she was obviously happy, humming to herself, even stopping to do a little dance move for my benefit. I was glad she wasn't feeling any guilt about our night together.

She gave me a self-satisfied smile. "So how does it feel to be out from under suspicion of your wife's death?" The look on my face must have caused her to realize how that sounded, and she began to apologize, but I stopped her.

"It's alright, Gina, I knew what you meant. But the truth is I'm still concerned about what really did happen out there. Sheriff McGee seemed so convinced that a crime had been committed, and I'm wondering if he was right."

"Oh, Andy, you can't let that eat away at you. It was just a tragic accident, like the Coast Guard report said."

"Maybe," I said, "but the fact remains that Don Cavendish stood to gain a lot of money from his wife's death. And it seems just a little too convenient that he had such a perfect alibi set up at just the right time with witnesses who weren't even in the same location."

"Do you realize how paranoid that sounds?" Gina asked impatiently. "The cameras at Don's office showed him arriving at the office and staying there until the conference call ended, well after the explosion."

"Do you know where that office building is located?" I asked. "I'd like to go take a look at it."

Gina rolled her eyes, but she agreed to drive me over there.

When we got to the address, I saw a nondescript two-story commercial structure that offered a series of office "suites" for rental. With Gina reluctantly in tow, I walked around the building. The place had only two entrances, one in the front and one in the rear. The two were connected by a long hallway. Fixed commercial windows provided light; there appeared to be no other point of egress.

We went back to the front entrance and entered the lobby. A display board showed that Don Cavendish and Assoc. had a suite at the rear of the back of the building.

Just then a security guard came out of one of the suites and approached us. "Can I help you folks?" he asked.

Gina started to speak, but I grabbed her hand. "My colleague and I are looking for office space. By any chance is there an unleased office we could look at to see if these would meet our needs? We'd really appreciate it."

"Sure," he said, "there's no one in 115. Come on, I'll let you in."

As we followed the guard down the hall, Gina gave me a sharp look, but I ignored it.

The friendly watchman unlocked the door and held it open for us. "Feel free to look around all you want. When you leave, the door will lock automatically." Then he went on to complete his rounds.

The office space was unremarkable, and Gina asked, "What are we looking for?"

"I don't know," I said. "I'll know it when I see it."

We walked through a small reception area back into one of the offices. It had a floor-to-ceiling window with blinds embedded between the panes of glass. I stepped over to the window and bent down to examine it more closely.

When I read the logo on the little decal I found on the lower right-hand corner of the window frame, I jumped up in excitement and turned back to Gina. "I know this manufacturer," I told her. "I've used their windows in one of my projects."

"So?" she replied. "What's the significance of that?"

I pointed at her purse. "Do you by chance have a pair of nail clippers?"

She did, and when she handed them to me I walked over to the window and pointed to a small opening in the lower left-hand corner. "The building superintendent will have a special key for this, but the manufacturer's rep showed me how to do this if you lose the key."

With that I bent down, inserted the nail file attachment of the clippers into the slot and twisted. When I heard a click, I stood up, put my hand on the edge of the side of the window and pushed. The window promptly pivoted open, one edge rotating outside the building, the other rotating into the office.

Gina gasped.

I smiled in triumph. "It's a called a center-pivot window. It allows the cleaning staff to wash both sides of the window without having to go outside, which is a real advantage for the upper floors. But it also makes it possible for someone on the main floor to slip out of the building without using the hallway."

I closed the window and relocked it. Handing her nail clippers back to her, I took her arm. "Come on, we've got to try to find the Sheriff!"

"Wait!" Gina shouted so abruptly that I froze. "Andy, think about what you're doing. What are you going to tell the Sheriff: that it would have been physically possible for Don Cavendish to leave this building without being seen? Okay, but you have no evidence that he actually did so. And you have no evidence that he somehow made it out to the boat and set off an explosion. In fact, you have no evidence that anything happened other than the terrible accident that the Coast Guard report shows."

"Look," she went on, "the Sheriff didn't arrest you because the circumstantial evidence wasn't strong enough. He's certainly not going to arrest a prominent business leader from Ocala on even weaker evidence."

She took my arm. "Andy, I know you're upset about your wife and resentful of the accusations made about you. But you're going to look even worse if you go off half-cocked about a murder. It was an accident – just let it go."

I knew there was a lot of truth in what she was saying, but my gut kept telling me I wasn't wrong. I looked up at Gina. "Alright, I'll stay away from Sheriff McGee for now, but I want to go talk to Cavendish and hear what he has to say."

Gina looked down at the floor. "You can't do that, Andy," she said quietly.

"Why not?" I demanded.

"Because he's left town," she said. "I tried to reach him to get some information," she explained, "and his office told me he'd left Ocala and would be gone indefinitely."

"You see," I shouted, "I knew he had something to hide!"

She looked at me sadly. "Andy, go back to Orlando. Take care of your business, try to restart your life. If you'll just accept the fact that Felicia died in a tragic accident, you'll be a lot happier." Then she came up to me and kissed me gently. "Please, Andy. I really care about you. I don't want to see you waste your life consumed by conspiracy theories."

As I drove back toward Orlando, my mind was still churning. Despite what Gina had said, it seemed to me there were way too many coincidences for this to have been an accident. Cavendish just happened to have had a conference call that prevented him from going out on the boat. But the call was with colleagues out of town who could only confirm he was on the call, not that he was in his office. And then there were those jerry cans of gasoline. Don just happened to pick up the beer cooler so I'd have to carry the cans and get my fingerprints all over them. And Mia had just happened to keep me going all night so that I was exhausted the next day. No, wait, that couldn't be right – that would mean Mia had been involved in her own death.

I shook my head wearily. I just couldn't put all the pieces together. Maybe Gina was right, maybe I just needed to let it go.

I threw myself into my work the next week. I had a lot to do anyway, but I also hoped that focusing on my business would get my mind off what had happened. To an extent, it worked, but at night I'd find myself drawing diagrams and plotting timelines, trying to come up with a reasonable scenario.

I was just finishing up a project late on Thursday afternoon when I heard someone come into my office. Looking up, I was astonished to see Gina standing there in a pretty dress, holding something behind her back. "Gina," I said, "what are you doing here?" 

She brought her hand in front of her to reveal a bottle of champagne. "I'm here to celebrate with you," she said with a smile. "The Sheriff formally closed his investigation on the explosion. It's officially considered an accident at sea. You're off the hook, Andy."

I came around the desk to stand beside her. "That's good news, Gina. I really appreciate all you've done for me." 

Then I took the champagne bottle out of her hands and set it on my desk. Taking her hands in mine, I looked at her carefully. "What's going on, Gina? Why are you really here?"

The too-cheerful smile dropped from her face to be replaced by a more serious expression. "I wanted to see you again, Andy. Don't worry – I'm not in love with you. But the two of us have a lot in common. We're lonely, we've both lost loved ones," – she looked up at me with a shy smile – "and we're both horny. I'll leave if you want me to, but I thought we could help each other out, just for a night."

I thought about what she'd said and realized that she was right. I wasn't going to fall in love with her, especially not so soon after losing Felicia. But I really didn't have anyone to help me get through the loneliness and, if I were honest with myself, I was horny.

I smiled at her. "I have an idea. Why don't you come to my place and I'll fix dinner for the two of us."

Her happy smile made me glad I'd made the offer.

While Gina wandered around my condo sipping champagne, I set to work preparing dinner. I'm not a great chef but I make a mean shrimp in garlic sauce with black beans and rice. I had some peeled shrimp in the refrigerator that I butterflied while the grill heated up. Gina helped me by mashing the garlic into a paste for the mojo. I cheated on the black beans, opening a can from the store, but with the spices, onions and peppers they still tasted fine.

By the time everything was ready, we were both really hungry, and we made short work of the meal. I deliberately kept the conversation away from the events that had brought us together in the first place, especially avoiding mentioning my suspicions about Don Cavendish. That would only set off an argument, and I didn't want any conflicts.

Everything seemed to be going well until after dinner when I made the mistake of asking Gina how her law practice was going. Her face fell, and I realized belatedly that getting away from the office was probably one of the reasons that she'd driven all the way to Orlando. She tearfully told me that the work she'd been getting from the resort had dried up and that she was having trouble making ends meet. I also suspected that she hadn't heard from her boyfriend, and their relationship -- or lack thereof -- was taking a toll on her.

There wasn't much I could say to encourage her but I held her and tried to be supportive. After a while she looked up and gave me a little kiss of gratitude. A moment later I saw another emotion rise in her eyes, and she kissed me again, this time with real passion. Then she squirmed around to straddle my lap, kissing me frantically as she started to pant.

Her excitement was infectious and I found myself responding in similar fashion. I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom, where we both began to pull at each other's clothes. Just like the last time, sex between us was hurried, needy and ultimately very satisfying.

We both drifted off to sleep and didn't awaken until the early morning hours. Once again she pulled me to her, and I was happy to oblige. I might not be in love with her, but she was a sweet and sexy woman. I couldn't help but care about her.

As we lay there in bed afterwards, she sat up and got a serious look on her face. "There's something I have to tell you," she said, and I tensed, wondering what was coming. She looked almost embarrassed.

"I think I know where Don Cavendish is," she said.

"Where?" I demanded, sitting up in bed, my heart rate accelerating.

"I went over to the resort to see if they had any work for me, and in the office I spotted a package in the outgoing mail with Don's name on it. The address was in Lake Tahoe. I wrote it down for you."

I started to get out of bed, but she grabbed my arm. "There's something else," she said, "but I'm not sure what it means. I found out that Don's business is a major investor in the Paradiso."

I started getting dressed. "I don't know the significance either, but I do know that I'm going to Tahoe. I have to get to Cavendish and find out what really happened."

"Wait," Gina said, "I want to come with you."

"No!" I said sharply. "This is my concern, not yours. Besides, if what I suspect is right, it could get dangerous. You need to go back to Inverness. I'll let you know what I find out."

She reluctantly agreed and soon left. I called my office to let them know I wouldn't be in, then started checking flights to Lake Tahoe. My best bet was a Southwest flight to Reno that left at mid-morning. I hurried to get to the airport on time.

When my flight finally arrived at Reno-Tahoe International, I discovered that I'd made one strategic oversight: I'd failed to check the weather. An early snowstorm had blanketed the entire area. For a guy who had lived his whole life in sunny Florida, this was a real problem. Nevertheless, I vowed that I wouldn't be intimidated. Lots of other people had adapted to the snow; I'd just have to do it too.

Luckily I was able to rent a four-wheel-drive vehicle at the airport, and paid the extra for a set of chains. Then I set out to do a little shopping in Reno. When I finished my errands it was getting pretty late, so I found an inexpensive motel and settled in with some take-out food. I figured it would be smarter to set out for Lake Tahoe in the morning light.

After breakfast I headed south on I 580, then turned west on Nevada 431. The roads had been plowed and the traffic had melted most of the remaining snow, so I made pretty good time. When I came to Galena Creek Park, I pulled in and put the chains on the tires because the snow was getting thicker on the road as the elevation increased

Mount Rose Highway was a nightmare: heavy snow, sharp turns and a constant climb. I wondered about all the tall red poles along the side of the highway until I realized they were there to guide the snowplows. "My God," I thought, "does the snow really get that deep?"

Finally I began to make the descent down to Lake Tahoe. In some ways the downhill drive was even scarier because I knew that if I lost traction there were many stretches where I could wind up in the icy lake. But finally I pulled safely into South Lake Tahoe in the early afternoon. It had taken me three hours to drive 40 miles! I was worn out, so I pulled into the MontBleu, one of the first major casino-hotels I came to.

Once I had checked into a room and rested for a bit, I took my rental SUV and drove out to scout the address Gina had given me for Cavendish's place. The GPS system led me up a hillside road until I came to a Swiss-style chalet with a spectacular view of the lake. My builder's eye told me the place had to be almost 10,000 square feet, which made it the largest chalet I'd ever seen.

But with more snow falling and the light fading fast, I didn't want to risk making a mistake in the dark and getting discovered – or worse – so I headed back to the MontBleu. Once there, I went to The Zone and had a burger and beer while watching football on the big screen tv. They were showing the Miami game, and it gave me a good feeling to see the Hurricanes whip up on an SEC rival.

After the game I decided to check out the casino before going up to my room. Despite the weather there were lots of people there. As I walked through the area, I glanced over at the blackjack table and nearly gasped out loud. There was Don Cavendish, and from the size of the stack of chips in front of him, he seemed to be doing pretty well. For that matter, judging by the tall long-haired blonde standing behind him, he was doing pretty well in that area as well. She was hot enough to be a hooker, but you never know: guys with his kind of money seem to attract attractive women like sugar attracts ants.

I didn't want to confront him there so I stepped behind a group of people and watched. After awhile he scooped up his winnings and he and his companion headed for the cashier's window. "Stick to the plan," I told myself. "Wait till tomorrow."

With that I headed back upstairs to my room, but sleep didn't come easily. Actually seeing Cavendish again brought back a swarm of painful memories. At the same time, I kept wondering what tomorrow might bring. I'm not sure when I drifted off to sleep, but I know it was late.

After grabbing a quick breakfast the next morning, I went back up to my room to prepare for the encounter. In Reno I'd gone to a sporting goods store and bought a combination of skiing and climbing gear that the salesman swore would keep me warm. I figured I'd need all of it.

The other thing I'd done in Reno was to visit a gun show I'd learned about on the Internet. When he found out I was from Florida, the small gun dealer I met at the show told me I'd have to place an order and wait to get the automatic I wanted to buy. But I told him I was eager to do some target shooting that weekend, and an extra $100 persuaded him to ignore the requirement. He even threw in a box of ammunition.

With the automatic in my pocket, I packed my bags and checked out of my room. I figured that I wouldn't be coming back to the casino, one way or another.

I'd been in a somber mood as I was getting ready. When I went outside and saw how much snow had fallen overnight, my mood got even darker. 

I carefully drove back up to where Cavendish's aerie was perched, thankful for the chains on my tires. I decided to park down around a bend in the road so he wouldn't spot my SUV. I didn't see any tire tracks on the road; assuming Cavendish had gone home last night, he must still be there. The smoke I spotted rising from his chimney gave me even more confidence that my timing was good.

Despite being only a hundred yards, the hike up the hill to his house was difficult in the snow. I was panting by the time I reached his place and crouched behind some trees.

The house's security system looked like a good one, but after working in construction, I knew something about how they're installed and how to breach them without triggering an alarm. It only took me a couple of minutes' work with the pry bar and screwdriver I'd brought along. Then I took a deep breath. It was time.

The window that I'd jimmied opened into what appeared to be an unoccupied guest bedroom. Even better, the carpet on the floor muffled my footsteps. I eased open the door and looked out into a long hallway. Light came from one end, so I headed in that direction.

As I neared the end of the carpeted hallway, I spotted Cavendish sitting at the dining room table going over some papers. But as I stepped into the greatroom, the floorboard creaked and his head shot up. He sprang to his feet, but I leveled the automatic at him and ordered him to stay where he was.

When I got close enough for him to see me clearly, his face relaxed into an insolent grin. "Well, well, Andy Salazar. You're the last person I'd expect to see here." 

"Give it up, Cavendish," I snarled at him. "I know you blew the boat up, and I know how you did it."

He just stared at me, so I pressed on, trying to shake his confidence. "The conference call was easy: with a cellphone you could have taken that call from anywhere and your colleagues would never know."

"Figuring out how you spoofed the video from the office building was trickier until I went over there and saw the center pivot windows. Not many people realize how easy they are to open if you know the trick."

I saw a flicker in his eyes and I thought I might be getting to him. "Getting out to the yacht must have been a cinch. You probably had a motorboat waiting for you."

"No," he said arrogantly, "it was a Ski-doo – even faster and easier to conceal. And since I had on a wetsuit, no one recognized me."




Sunday Morning Interlude



Author's note: To my Editor...thank you for your candor and pitch perfect guidance. To my Girls...keep being awesome. And finally to the Stray...this is your fault, dammit. I wasn't supposed to write another one of these things!

Stephen looked out the window. The rain was coming down harder. A mere twenty minutes ago, it was cloudy, but not threatening. However, the soft staccato of the drizzle turned into the hammering of full on storm. A frown furrowed Stephen's brow as the thunder rumbled low. He had hoped that Lindsay had decided to wait the storm out before returning from the bakery down the street. 

When they woke up that morning, she bounded into the bathroom, peeked into the shower and asked him what he wanted from Gleason's Bakery. By the time he got out of the shower, she was gone and left a note:

S –

Back in a bit. Breakfast will be in bed. Dress appropriately!

Kisses – 
Linds

Rereading the note, he chuckled. He'd never understood the word "energy" until Lindsay came along. She was like a hummingbird on caffeine. Lindsay went through her day with gusto and verve that was unique only to her. Today was a perfect example. Even after coming home late last night from a company function, she was up early buzzing around the house. She mentioned to Stephen that she was jonesing for a blueberry muffin. And despite his best efforts to entice her to stay, Lindsay was raring to go for a walk.

"Forty-five minutes, tops," she said to him amidst the steam of the bathroom. 

"You want to wait for me?" Playfully, he flicked water at her. "I can be done shortly."

A laugh that denoted the word "silly" escaped her lips. "Nah...I'm just going to brush my teeth and I'll be off!"

"Or," Stephen said tugging on her hand, "You can help me finish my shower and we can go together." His smile was dangerously flirty.

But she was not swayed. "Nice try...but the smile won't separate me from my blueberry muffin." Lindsay pulled back. "I'll be back here before you know it. We'll curl up in bed with a little breakfast and see where the day takes us." Blowing Stephen a kiss, she backed out of the bathroom. Before exiting, she quipped, "We'll talk about your idea when I get back. After all...we have an entire Sunday to ourselves." With a growl, she disappeared around the corner.

Another low roll of thunder swept across the sky. The sound of rain hitting the roof and the ground was deafening in the quiet house. Looking out the living room window, Stephen crossed his arms in concern. He contemplated hopping into the car and seeing if he could pick Lindsay up at Gleason's.

Just as he was about to dash for his keys, Linsday came sprinting into view down the sidewalk in front of the house. Scrambling to the door after a few precious seconds of comprehension, Stephen realized she had no umbrella. He swung open the door as he heard the clink of her keys hitting the bricks.

"Baby," he exclaimed as he pulled her inside the house. Lindsay was using a bag to cover her head and was obviously soaked through.

She stopped abruptly, "No, wait. The floor."

"You're soaking wet from head to toe and you're worried about the floor?"

"Yes, water stains are a bitch."

That was Lindsay's way. Her mind was always running in a million directions, but focused at the same time. Stephen learned to accept this quirk quickly, in fact, he found it oddly endearing.

Lindsay handed him a soggy, brown mess. "Well, the Sunday paper bit the big one. Luckily, they double-bagged the muffins!"

"I'll take care of it, baby." Stephen appraised her state of distress. Lindsay's thick, shoulder length hair was matted down with water. She looked like a little forlorn puppy with one glaring exception: A smile that went from ear to ear on her angelic face. Nothing ever seemed to faze this woman, even as water dripped down her onto the entry way rug. As she kicked off her tennis shoes, he noticed something. "You went in your pajamas?"

Stripping off her drenched, grey sweatshirt and dropping it to the floor, she whined, "I ruined one of my favorite pairs!" Lindsay straightened herself, "Goodbye pink bunny pajamas." The soft cotton clung to her shapely legs. As Stephen's gaze moved upward, his eyes were glued to her body. The pajamas weren't the only things clinging to her. "OH MY GAWD!" Lindsay hugged herself, "You can see through my shirt!"

"Oh yes, you can!" Stephen whistled as she blushed. As confident as she was, her humble nature got the best of her at times. He teased her, "Now, now. It's not like I haven't seen them before."

Smiling slyly she teased back, "Oh, I'm not shy, buddy. I just don't want to give the whole show away without proper compensation."

"Compensation?" An eyebrow went up.

"Yes. I went out for breakfast, got caught in the rain and YOU get to view the goods?" Hands on her hips, she stared at him incredulously, "Don't think so."

He moved quickly, playfully backing her against the door. "Oh really?" Stephen brushed his lips against hers. Lindsay felt the door press into her. She mewled in weak, half-hearted protest. Stephen's kiss became deeper. He pressed into her mouth without touching her body. 

This always got Lindsay going. Sliding his tongue into her willing mouth, Stephen hummed against her lips. He knew exactly what he was doing. Stephen was a masterful kisser and she enjoyed them almost more than anything. 

Pulling back and leaving a fleeting peck on her cheek, he heard Lindsay draw a deep breath. Stephen took her face in his hands and held it. He watched, waiting for her to open her bright eyes.

Inhale. Exhale. Open.

"Go dry off," Stephen whispered. "I'll take care of breakfast." Swooping quickly he kissed her neck and murmured mischievously against her skin. "And then...I'll take care of you."

Stephen had pushed all the right buttons. With a twinkle in her eyes, Lindsay challenged him right back. She pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it on the entryway rug. As she undid the drawstring on her pajama bottoms, Stephen stumbled back a step.

"What are you doing, you crazy girl?" Lindsay didn't answer. She just took off her bottoms. Whistling Stephen eyed her, "Not that I don't mind..."

Without pausing, she slipped off her socks. Piling her clothes neatly on the rug, she walked past Stephen clad only in her panties. She walked up the stairs under his loving gaze. When she hit the halfway point of the staircase, she turned to meet his eyes. It was a heavenly vision. The roundness of her breasts was fully exposed. Lindsay did nothing to hide it. A coy smile cut her face. "Honey, could you toss those wet things in the laundry room?"

"Of course, baby. Anything for you," he replied. Satisfied with his response, Lindsay tossed her damp hair and continued upstairs. Meanwhile, Stephen lingered until the last possible second. There was nothing better in this world than the sight of her body.

He shook his head and Stephen gathered the clothing off the ground. Their constant flirtation was quite the turn on to him. Most women, in his experience, expected to be treated royally. As much as he wanted to do that for her, Lindsay went against the grain. She understood that there was a pleasure to give and take. And as much as she was giving...she was also perfectly willing to take what he was offering.

Dumping the clothing in the laundry room and discarding the soggy mess of the newsprint, Stephen pulled out a breakfast tray. The fleeting vision of her on the staircase, sauntering up the steps and the implicit tone of her wry smile played in his mind. As he set-up a breakfast fit for a Reluctant Princess, the image became sharper in his brain. Clarity of the sight started to set in and he felt himself moving faster. As the sharp smell of brewing coffee began to fill the kitchen, the silverware clinked against the saucers and coffee cups as he put together the tray. In a split second he dropped the sugar bowl. Though Stephen caught it, the bowl had knocked into the creamer which spilled its inky white contents on the counter. His coordination slipping away, Stephen laughed to himself, realizing what was happening. Grabbing a towel, he shook his head. Lindsay always had that effect on him.

It was simple: He couldn't wait to be near her again.

The warm water cascaded down gently over her. Lindsay thought it was much better than being outside. She enjoyed the rain, but the sprint home was a little much. Sighing, Lindsay lathered up her body and relaxed. Closing her eyes, fingers unconsciously went to her lips and her smile broadened.

That kiss. "Damn you. Why do you have to be so good?"

Of course she couldn't imagine her life without Stephen in it. Well she could. She just knew it wouldn't be pleasant. Lindsay knew she was a different person since meeting him. He just brought out something in her.

Shutting off the water, she grabbed a towel. The plush cotton tickled her skin. As Lindsay meticulously dried off, she caught sight of herself in the foggy mirror. Wiping it down, she took a moment to study her visual echo and marveled at the change that had taken place in her. Stephen brought "it" out of her. But "what" was it that did that? In her life, Lindsay couldn't remember feeling so catered to.

Intellectually, they matched well. Their conversations, in her mind, were legendary in their length and breadth. He was very laid back. She saw herself as frenetic and always running around. Stephen never worried. Lindsay was learning the fine art of letting go. Her friends once asked her what exactly made her flip for Stephen. She couldn't really answer.

As Lindsay continued to look at her reflection, her fingertips lightly traced her collarbone. The brush of his kiss at that spot was a specter on her skin. Her cheeks blushed as she remembered his sweet, yet bold gesture.

And that was the "what" that brought out the "it" in Lindsay. He was always so sure of himself. He was always sure about her. Stephen's security in his own skin and his love for Lindsay fueled her drive for him. Admittedly not supermodel material, but next to Stephen she felt unshakable. The blush deepened on her cheek and spread down her face as she joked with her reflection and said aloud, "Unshakable. Yeah. Maybe sometimes."

But there was no denying it. Stephen shook her to the core every single time.

Stephen walked into the bedroom to the strains of Dean Martin fading into the opening bars of a Michael Buble tune. Music was one of Lindsay's passions in life, so the house was always filled with it. As he walked past the closed bathroom door, he chuckled as Lindsay sang along to the music playing; completely unaware she had an audience. He set the breakfast tray on the nightstand. Lindsay's voice sang in fervor with the modern day crooner.

"...dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean..."

Folding back the layers of quilting on the bed, Stephen bopped along to the snazzy big band sound and couldn't help but chortle at how into it Lindsay was getting.

"...And this old world is a new world...and a bold world for me..." Lindsay growled and Stephen heard the door unlock. 

Quickly, he turned around to watch her enter the room. The horns in the song were building to a crescendo and the saucy Vegas-style interlude popped with attitude. The door flew open and Lindsay burst forth from it dancing.

As she entered the room, she was caught off-guard by Stephen's amused and smiling face looking at her mini-performance. She froze for a split second. In that pause, Stephen thought she had lost her nerve. Thankfully in the next moment, a coy smile and a sly gleam in her eye told him that she hadn't lost her nerve, just gearing up for more.

With ease Lindsay moved with the music as she flirted with him through her dance. Not missing a beat, she came in on time with the words as she strutted in front of Stephen.

"...Stars when you shine, you know how I feel...scent of the pine, you know how I feel..."

Stephen was thoroughly enjoying her free spirited effort. The fact that she was doing it in lacy boxer briefs and a tank top was a bonus. To Stephen, this was when she was at her most beautiful. When she threw caution to the wind and let loose – he could never resist her then.

The big finish was coming near. With every downbeat, Lindsay took a step closer to Stephen. With swaggering hips and open arms, she sang the final strains at the top of her voice, "...It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me..." voice soaring, she encircled his neck with her arms. Lindsay dropped her voice to match the vocal and relished the last line with a sultry stage whisper, "...And I'm feeling...good."

Pulling her into his arms as the song ambled to its end, Stephen kissed her. "All dry and warm?"

Lindsay nodded, "Yeah. And hungry. Let me just get some pants on." She managed to turn around before Stephen's arms enclosed around her waist and held her against him. "Hey! What gives?" Lindsay squirmed in his grasp.

"You don't need pants, sweetie."

"Don't be silly," she giggled.

"You're being silly," Stephen countered as he cradled her in his arms and moved toward the bed. "This is a no pants zone. You put on pajamas; I may have to fine you."

"Fine me then." Lindsay's eyes blazed in defiance. "I'll pay the toll. Just put me down."

Stopping, Stephen went straight-faced. "You sure?" Lindsay nodded. "Okay. Have it your way, baby."

Lindsay felt his arms give way underneath her. Stephen saw the look of shock on her face as she recognized what he had done. A high pitched squeak of surprise was all Lindsay could manage before she hit the bed with a soft thud. Still half-dazed, she propped herself up and glared at a near hysterical Stephen. 

"You dirty little..." Lindsay grabbed a pillow and swung at him.

"Oof. Hey! You said you'd pay the toll!" As her assault continued, Stephen ducked a blow and dove at her. 

Anticipating his move, Lindsay rolled over to her side of the bed, trying to get off of it. But, Stephen was just a hair too quick. He grabbed at her and a little scuffle ensued. It was a flurry of legs, arms, and chuckles. Despite her feminine wiles, Lindsay was a scrapper. As they rolled around the expanse of the bed, Lindsay managed to free a hand and land a quick shot to Stephen's shoulder.

"Ow! No hitting!" Taking advantage, Lindsay pushed on him. Stephen rolled onto his back and she followed his momentum ending up on top of him. She straddled his body and held his wrists down.

Triumphantly, Lindsay smiled. "What now, Big Man!?"

"You always go for the hit! Why do you have to be so violent?"

"Dude...are you whining? That was a love tap! And do you really want me to tell your friends you got hit by a girl?" Kissing him on the nose, she let go of his wrists. Stephen tickled her lightly on the ribs, but she dodged that as well. "Look, I'll make it up to you," she told him slightly out of breath. "I'll feed you breakfast right here."

Sitting up and cupping her face in his hands, Stephen responded, "Okay, you big bully."

"Yeah...but I'm a sexy bully," Lindsay beamed and reached to the side table for a muffin.

Nestled on his lap Lindsay sat facing him. They alternated between talking about everything, laughing, and feeding each other. Outside, the rain had slowed to a soft tap on the large bay window that dominated the room. The warm, café au lait colored walls seemed to embrace the room's inhabitants. As they sat on the antique wrought iron bed that Lindsay had hunted night and day for, Stephen couldn't help but notice how comfortable it all felt. How easy it all was. How right that is was for her to be sitting there with him. It really didn't get better than this. 

Stephen gently stroked the skin on her thighs as Lindsay was finishing up a story about something that happened at work. Having consumed her blueberry muffin and a cup of coffee, Lindsay's hands were freed of constraints. Sitting back against the pillows and headboard, he smiled watching the light in her eyes dance and her hands animatedly communicating with him. 

"...so I couldn't really believe that Paul was asking us to do such a..." Lindsay cocked her head to one side. "What's so funny?"

Caught a bit off guard, Stephen asked, "I'm sorry, what was that, honey?"

"You were smiling at me with a look on your face. What are you thinking about?"

Reaching out and stroking her cheek, he simply replied, "How good is it to be us right now?" A quizzical look was his response. He then leaned in and kissed her. "I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be than in this bed with you."

"Stephen," Lindsay said shyly, a blush creeping across her face, "sometimes you're just too perfect."

"Oh, really? Is that bad?"

"Maybe," she whispered staring straight into his gaze. 

"Would you rather I be an asshole?" They shared a laugh, both fully knowing that wasn't the case.

Lindsay placed both hands on his chest, playing with the soft cotton of his t-shirt. Leaning forward, she rested her forehead on his and said, "You know...I wasn't looking to be saved or anything. I mean, I'm a pretty independent girl, you know?" Stephen nodded, not sure where Lindsay was going with this, "I can take care of myself. And I sure as hell didn't need a knight in shining armor. But..."

What exactly was she trying to explain? Sometimes she felt that he was really too perfect...too perfect for her. Lindsay searched for the words, but failed to find them. All her life she took care of things on her own. Then he walked into her life. And it was a surprise that he wanted to take care of her.

Sensing the loss of words, he interjected into the silence. "Linds?" She looked up at him. "You're too perfect for words." 

"Okay," she chuckled, "now you're being cavalier." Lindsay leaned back, still trying to articulate herself.

"I am not being inconsiderate or demeaning," Stephen pulled her back to him, kissing her lips and distracting her. Succeeding at that, he moved his lips to her cheek and breathed, "You think I'm being arrogant, haughty, or careless?"

His warm breath on her skin gave her that heady feeling a couple glasses of Shiraz would give when relaxing after work. A little part of her was frustrated; Lindsay was trying to say something. "Stephen," a nip on her ear was the reply. She brought her hands up to push away.

"Baby, just relax." His voice rumbled low in her ear. Stephen captured her wrists in his hands deftly and settled them at her sides. He loved this woman for her incredible personality and light...but sometimes he wished she would just let go. He moved to the side of her neck with his kisses, "You don't need to say anything. Let's just enjoy this."

"I...but...Stephen..." Lindsay's voice trailed away as he let go of her. His capable hands traced up both her arms. It was an incredible feeling to her. Stephen's kisses were trailing down her to her collarbone while his hands made their way up her arms. The tiny hairs on the back of neck raised themselves in anticipation.

When his hands got to Lindsay's shoulders, he picked up his head and looked at her. Lightly massaging them, he took in her beauty. "Do you know how unbelievably beautiful you look right now?" Turning away, Lindsay wrinkled her nose in a quick laugh. Not letting her get away with it, Stephen turned her face back to him and kissed her fully on the mouth. The remaining hand on her shoulder slipped downward, bringing the thin strap of her tank top off her shoulder. Trapping her with the kiss, he held her by the waist and ground his hips against hers. His voice a hoarse and raspy whisper, he mumbled in the kiss to her, "You know I need you now."

He was kissed every bit of bare real estate that her clothing had left exposed. Still holding her by the waist, the contact became more urgent. Soon, a soft moan escaped Lindsay's lips. Stephen's mouth brushed with the rough edge of the tank top's lace, denoting he'd reached the top of her breasts. Changing directions and pace quickly, he lifted her hips off of him and pulled up the bottom of her tank top, revealing her stomach. Sliding underneath her slowly, pecked downward until he reached the waistband of her panties. 




Sunday Morning Interlude



Coaxing Lindsay to her knees, Stephen positioned her just above his face. Peeking back up at her, he could see that he had Lindsay wound around his finger. The look on her face was mesmerizing. Leisurely, he touched her. A slight tickle on her right calf forced Lindsay to grab onto the headboard for balance. 

Between her legs, the scent of arousal surrounded him. As he touched the material of her panties, the dampness signaled that Lindsay was more than ready for him. Her thighs brushing against his cheeks, Stephen couldn't help but smile at the position they were in. His eyes again returning to her face, he pulled aside the crotch of her panties, exposing her needs and wants wholly to him. A ripple ran through Lindsay's body as his free hand traveled to the small of her back. Again, with a tranquil voice, he urged her, "Let me take care of...everything."

With that, he pulled her down onto him. Stephen's tongue immediately pressed between the slick petals of her mons. He heard a muffled gasp from her as he went deeper. The taste drove him wild, seeking to go deeper. He felt her muscles contract around his tongue as it slipped in and out of her in a gentle, but insistent rhythm. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he licked upward to a more intimate place. Stroking her soft, drenched walls, Stephen knew where he needed to go. The destination to bliss required no map. His lips captured her clit between them, and he gently nursed at it. Stephen's efforts were repaid with a fresh taste of Lindsay's brew of sensuality and yearning. Flicking his tongue out at the protruding button, he knew she was near the end of this particular road.

Lindsay's body trembled, feeling his hand firm at her thigh. Grasping onto the bars of the headboard, she was lost in the ebb and flow of sexual excitement. Following his appeal to just let go, Lindsay felt her body take over her mind. Her hips moved in tandem to the attention that Stephen's fingers and mouth were affording her. With Stephen's lips suckling at her sensitive nub, she felt that brilliant ribbon of tension pull through her body. It held her like a marionette, trapped by a taut string of desire. His fingers dug deeper, finding the one trigger of release. In a flash of light, Lindsay's world rocked. Moaning from deep within her throat, she felt everything all at once: The wash of pleasure, the tightening of her thighs as she shook, Stephen's tongue driving her farther and farther into ecstasy.

Happily trapped underneath her, Stephen drank her all in. As she writhed above him, all he could think about is the image of her face blushed with satisfaction and release. With that picture in his mind's eye, he continued to consume her until Lindsay's body gave one last shiver before she wilted over him. She was sated, but Stephen had only meant that to be temporary.

He waited a few moments to give Lindsay some time to recover before he slid down the bed, releasing himself from her tender thighs. Rolling onto his knees, he was greeted by the glowing form that was Lindsay. Her knees pressed into the plush bed, he watched her smooth back rise and fall as Lindsay caught her breath. Her hands gripping the bars of the headboard. The dark iron contrasted greatly with the tone of her skin. Stephen felt his breathing slow down and the need to touch her was urgent. Pulling off his shirt, he moved towards Lindsay. 

Dazed, Lindsay's vision was slowly returning to focus. As the starch white of the pillow case came into view, she felt the comfortable weight of her lover on her. Turning her head to the side, her lips were met with Stephen's in an affectionate kiss. Through the thin cotton of her tank top, Lindsay felt the warm comfort of his skin on hers. Languidly she stretched underneath him, while his hands moved on her again. His hands spoke to her body and made it come to life. As they moved down her arms, she felt the tickle of his whisper in her ear.

"Baby, that was incredible," he breathed hotly. Stephen's hands trailed off after her shoulders. Before she could protest their absence, Lindsay felt them roll up her sides under her tank top. The bare, skin on skin contact made her melt. And when his hands found her breasts, she quivered against him. 

Lindsay loosened her grip on the headboard, but quickly found her hands held fast to it by Stephen's. "No," he pleaded. "Just stay the way you are." His lips skimmed the skin between her shoulders. She actually felt him smile against her, making breath catch in her throat. "I want you this way, Linds."

The teasing was a mix of anguish and delight for Lindsay. Her body was burning from the inside out. Pressing into him, she told him how much she wanted him without so much as a whisper of breath. As she ground back into his body, a wicked smile crossed her face as a groan vibrated against her ear.

"I saw that smile, evil woman," Stephen said softly sliding off the bed.

Lindsay turned her head to see him as he stripped out of the remainder of his clothing. Turning away, she wryly remarked, "Well, I figure it takes two to dance." She let her head sink down between her arms and took a deep breath, straightening out her spine.

Stephen's mouth dropped open at the sight of her curving back. He took in every inch of her body with his eyes. When Lindsay picked up her head and looked back at him, he moved. He just couldn't wait any longer. Kissing her mouth deeply, he relieved her of her underwear. And with compelling force, Stephen pulled her body upright and turned her to face him.

Wrapping her legs around him, Lindsay felt her carnal urges take over again. With a slip of the hips, he was inside her. Leaning her head back, Lindsay became the aggressor. She rode him with a slow intensity so that Stephen could feel every inch of movement. His hands were at her hips, not so much guiding this time, but holding onto her. Trying to keep her in place. 

"No way, buster," she sighed in his ear, "It's my turn to work you." 

Stephen's mind went white hot with passion. The way she moved on his shaft was simply too divine. As she squeezed down on him, he knew that he wasn't going to last. Stephen didn't want this romp to end just yet. He pushed up the flimsy cotton tank top and moved his hands to her ample breasts. Looking her in the eyes, he lowered his head and flicked a tongue at her taut nipple. As she moaned softly, his lips engulfed the fleshy pebble into his warm mouth. This threw off Lindsay's rhythm, much to her chagrin.

"No fair," she moaned, forcing her hips downward. "You know what that does to me."

Laying Lindsay back down on the bed, Stephen didn't even bother replying. He simply traced his lips from one breast to the next. Repeating his efforts on the other nipple, he felt Lindsay's body relax. Once he felt her submit to his whim, he began to move slowly. Thrusting gently, he felt her surround him in the most intimate way possible. It was heaven. She was drenched with need and Stephen found himself at her core.

Kissing his way back up her neck, he discovered her lips again. By now, Lindsay was driving her hips up to meet his. But he kept the pace slow and steady. "No rush, baby." She felt his lips skim delicately over hers. He never broke contact with her. "You know what I want don't you?" The breathy trail started from her lips, detoured to her cheek, and finally ended at her ear. "Do you know what I want, Lindsay?"

Lindsay whimpered in reply. She knew what he wanted from her at that moment, but she didn't have the faculties to articulate. And she knew he wouldn't let her go until she replied. She was lost in the haze. Their bodies moved in unison. It was a slow, passionate tango that left her teetering on the edge. Then he stopped. Lindsay heard herself cry out loud. Stephen was fully embedded in her and holding himself firmly inside her. He felt so good and she didn't want him to stop.

But he wouldn't budge, "Do you want me to tell you, Linds?" Withdrawing halfway out, Stephen urged, "Do you?"

With every ounce of sanity left in her, she managed to gasp out, "Yes...please tell me."

Stephen took her beautiful face in his hands and focused on her. In a velvety voice, he spelled it out for her. "I want to make long, slow, sweet love to you for hours." He raised Lindsay's arms above her head and held them there with one hand. "I want to slowly roll my hips into you time and time again..." 

She could see his lips moving, but she ceased hearing him as his words were put into action. True to his word, Stephen rolled his hips into her. This time, he was gathering speed. It wasn't the violence of fervent sex, but it wasn't a lazy pace either. Lindsay strained her arms against his grip, which caused her body to arch into his. 

The sounds of their lovemaking bounced around the room. As Stephen continued to gently propel himself in and out of her, his mind started to surrender to the rapture that was release. Lindsay had a hold of him. Her whole being possessed him as she continued to squeeze down on his member. There wasn't much time.

"You're an angel...you're my angel, Lindsay." Stephen's voice was ragged and his breathing sped up. He knew he was pulling back the trigger on her. "Come for me, Linds. Come around me..." Releasing her hands, he hoarsely declared, "Go over the edge and take me with you."

Lindsay felt her body bloom like a flower. With a satisfied cry of delight, she reached her orgasm. Her body shook as she rode out the waves. Finding his comforting hands with her own, Lindsay held on as Stephen continued to work in and out of her. Her mind was in orbit and she moaned as she peaked again. This time, Stephen was right with her. With a gruff grunt, he spilled inside her. He throbbed deep within her as his own needs short wired his mind. Her hips drove into him of their own accord. Lindsay's body stiffened and then went limp. With one more thrust, Stephen closed his eyes as he emptied his body, mind, and soul into her. 

The room seemed frozen in time. The only constant was the wind and rain outside the window. As they lay there, they felt their connection reach out beyond the physical. Stephen's head moved up and down as Lindsay's breathing returned to normal. Looking down at his serene face, Lindsay held him close so she could feel his heartbeat next to hers. 

Their eyes met and they grinned at each other. Finally finding his bearings, Stephen rolled off of her to pull the covers over them. Legs and arms were entangled with one another as the lovers held each other again. Placing a gentle peck on the top of her head, Stephen murmured in her hair, "Lindsay?"

Lindsay had tucked her head next to his strong chest and was stroking his belly. "Hm?"

"You blow me away every single time." 

She blushed, "I always have good help."

Cinching his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, he chuckled and kissed her on the nose. There was no need to explain any further. But that was okay. The warm body that lay next to him wasn't just anybody. She was a fully realized woman. Whether she knew it or not, he wanted her warts and all. 

And as Lindsay lay there, cocooned into the warm and comfy bed, it dawned on her that this is exactly where she wanted to be. Stephen's energy fed into her mellow personality. And deep down inside, she knew she would never have to face anything on her own. Even at a distance, Stephen had a hold of her heart.

"Penny for your thoughts," Stephen asked. 

Lindsay blinked and realized that she had been lost in thought. "Oh, nothing special."

"That didn't look like 'nothing special.' What is it?"

"Well..." Lindsay propped herself up on an elbow. "I was wondering how long your offer was good for."

"What offer?"

Rolling him onto his back, Lindsay climbed back on top. "You know...the hours and hours of sweet lovemaking you touted back there?" 

Raising an eyebrow, Stephen said, "Are you saying I go back on my word, young lady?"

"Oh, no. I'm just wondering if you have the stamina." Lindsay tickled his chest with her fingers and Stephen grabbed at them.

"Stamina? You're questioning my stamina?" They laughed hard as another little scrap ensued. "I'll have you know that I can outlast you any day, woman." Finally gaining control, Stephen managed to lift her off of him and back onto the bed. 

Faking a struggle, only to be subdued by a long, drawn out kiss, Lindsay took a deep breath. "I guess you'll have to prove it."

Grinning Stephen challenged, "Well...you have all day to find out."



Sunday Morning Orange Juice



I'm lying in bed when he walks in with a peeled orange and a smile. No clothes – no towel. He had just come out of the shower and I smile.

"Can I have some?" I ask kneeling up in my robe and stepping off the bed. I stand next to you and you begin to feed me a piece of orange and then pull it away. "You tease!"

"Me? I'm the tease?" You walk around me and pull on my robe tie. "You're the one hiding your nakedness from me while I'm in my glory. Now who's the tease?" I let my robe fall open and my large breasts peek out from underneath and my shaved pussy is exposed. I shaved it while I was in the shower and you smile as you reach out to touch my cunt. You find my wetness cover the outside of my pussy lips. "Were you playing while I was in the shower?" I smile and pull my robe close as my face reddens at the accusation of me masturbating.

"I was, but that was because I was so turned on when I was shaving in the..." You still stand there innocently eating a piece of an orange not sharing.

"But I told you I wanted to shave you. Therefore, you shouldn't get a piece of my orange." I walk over to you and open my robe and hold it open as I cuddle next to you and kiss your chest. Taking your nipple into my mouth and biting down lightly pulling at it as your hand slips under my robe finding my still sore ass. You squeeze my ass cheek and your index finger touches my properly fucked muscle. 

I moan and let go of your nipple and I run my hands toward your cock. You place the orange on my desk and remove my hand from your body. You pull my robe down and trap my arms as you back me toward the bed. The back of my knees bump the mattress and I am forced to sit down. 

You take the chair from my desk and sit across from me and I leave my hands behind me propping myself up. I offer myself to you as I arch my back. My legs are open and my pussy is at the edge of the bed. One of your hands finds my nipple and you start to twist and pull as I begin to move my hips.

"Does that cunt want attention now? Now that you're all shaven and soaked? Now that you took that enjoyment from me? Does your cunt want me to touch it? Do you want me to finger fuck you slut?" I moan as you pull hard on my nipple and then you briefly touch my cunt. You run your hand over the outside and feel how wet I've become. You slide your index finger down my slit. "Look at this you horny cunt." My blond hair falls in my eyes and you let go of my nipple to brush my hair back. "Look at the wetness on the fingertip. Are you going to let it go to waste?" I open my mouth and you place the finger inside my mouth as I suck your finger as I did you cock last night. "Do you like tasting your cum?"

"Mmm, yes I do."

"So do I and knowing that you didn't let me enjoy that while shaving you upsets me. Actually it saddens me a bit. So I don't think you deserve a piece of orange just yet." 

You push the chair away and walk to my dresser and find my nipple clamps in my top drawer as well as a couple pair of nylons. As you stand in front of me your hands find my breasts and your hands find the full weight as you grab them tightly and massage them harshly. The way I love it. I see the look in your eyes and I know you're enjoying this too much and you drop my breasts and walk back toward the dresser and grab the items that you found.

"Clamp these on those gorgeous nipples of yours." I do as I'm instructed knowing you're standing there watching me as you rub your cock. The pleasurable pain washes over me and I gasp and then it turns into a low moan.

You walk back over to me and give the ring a nice quick tug seeing how tight they were applied. I sharply gasp and you smile planting a kiss on my lips before you push me onto my back. My legs involuntarily open inviting you in and you grab my soaked nylons from the night before knowing my scent would drive me crazy. You lean over me and tie my arms to the head board. As you're tying me down I feel your semi hard cock brush against my pussy.

"Fuck me. You know you want to." You're hovering over me and you look down and kiss me letting the weight of your body rest on me. Your hand finds my soaked cunt and you pull away your mouth and hand.

"I do want to fuck you. But I want to do other things first." 

You stare into my eyes inviting you into me, as well as your hands, as I stare intently watching you watch what you're doing to me. You smile as you climb off of me and move to the end of the bed and tie my feet to the bed in the spread eagle position. 

"You will enjoy waiting, my love. Just let me have some fun. It'll be worth it." 

"I don't think I can wait to cum." You slide the chair next to the bed and take a slice of the orange from my desk.

"Good! Then we'll break that record we set last night. Cum as many times, my sweet. I want to leave you sexually satisfied." 

You squeeze the orange slice on my thigh and slide a hand underneath my leg your fingers brushing my cunt as I arch my back. You slide the tips of your finger inside my lips and run them up and down my cunt as you lick and suck my thigh free of the sticky orange juice. I start to pump my hips making your fingers move on my cunt as you pull away to grab another slice of orange.

I watch as you squeeze it on the side of my muscular calf and you start to lick it off my calf biting lightly and then you begin to kiss the back of my knee. While you do this I am still moving my hips on the bed hoping you'd skip all this nonsense and fuck me, but you don't. 

You grab another slice of the orange and move to my very sensitive nipples. As you grab the chain I warn you that I may cum if you move them or even lay your tongue on my nipple. All I get for a response was a shrug. You lift the chain straight up and tug quick and firmly. I can't believe the words as you ask me to count the tugs. I don't even make it to ten before I start to shake.

"Oh...my...God...I'm starting...I can't believe...I'm cumming..." You tug harder as I start to cum. My legs pulling hard on the ties as well as my hands as I arch my back. You drop the chain as I start to jerk on the bed my face flushed and pink. 

As my breathing slows you kiss my lips and kiss my neck and nibble on my ear.

"I thought you were hot last night, but damn. You proved me wrong." I chuckle and you slide the orange to my lips and say "Take a bite, sweetie." I take a bite and then you place it on my bedside table and slowly remove the nipple clamps kissing each one as you do. I moan and you smile grabbing the half bitten orange slice.

You rub the orange on my nipple and I moan and watch your smile on your face. You know exactly what you're doing to me and I smile as your mouth suckles my nipple. Sucking all the orange off and teasing my nipple with your teeth. Playfully you lightly bite my nipple and then move the same treatment to my other nipple. I would love to place my hands on your head. 

I feel your hand on my soaked cunt and I hear you moan as you kiss and bite your way down to my cunt. You kneel once you're positioned perfectly between my legs and you grab the rest of the orange. You remove a slice and then place the rest on my stomach.

With the slice in your hand you run it up and down my cunt and coat it with my juices. You offer it to my mouth and I taste myself on the orange and I've never had a better orange in my life. 

"Mmm, you have to try some." You're biting your lip as you watch me enjoy the orange.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll have some. And then I'll have some more." I smile and watch you coat another slice for you and you eat it slowly.

At first you suck my juices off the orange and the eat it nice and slow. You repeat this move a couple more times and then replace the orange with your tongue. I feel your tongue enter my cunt cleaning all of my cum out and peeking at me with your face glistening. You place the orange on my bedside table once again.

As you climb on top of me and I feel your hard cock between my legs as you kiss me and I love tasting myself on your mouth. Your hands envelop me and your hands fumble to untie my hands and once that is succeeded I hold you close to me. 

Slowly you slide away to untie my legs and once they are free I wrap my legs around you and you slide your cock inside my soaked cunt. You roll me over and I'm on top of you riding your cock. My tits are hanging over your face and you grab a nipple and start to suck on it. You pull me down on top of you and I'm meeting your hard thrusts. 

Your pace quickens and I feel your cock harden as you slam into my cunt your balls tight and I reach around and grab your ass and slide a finger between them.

"Oh fuck...Oh yeah...you cunt...Mmm...you're so hot...and tight...Mmm...my fucking whore...my slut..." with that I start to feel my orgasm start. I wrap my legs around you and my cunt starts contracting around your cock and I feel you start to cum in spurts inside of my cunt. With quick hard thrusts you collapse on top of me and kiss my neck with a little bite.

Our breathing is heavy as I lay with you still on top of me kissing my neck. Your cock disappears from inside of me. I kiss your neck as well and we stay like this for what feels like forever trying to collect ourselves. It's getting chilly and you pull the blankets over our naked and sweaty bodies. You reach over and pick up the last two pieces of the orange. You hand them to me.

"You've earned the last two slices." I smile and place half in my mouth and leave over offering you the other half. You bite off half and then we kiss. I love the feeling of your arms as they wrap around me and hold me to you. 

"I never had to do all of that for an orange slice before." You grab my breast and let your thumb run over my nipple.

"Wait until you see what I make you do for a strawberry!"



Sunday Morning Pleasure



Hello! I am back again. Did you miss me? I was in bed this morning thinking how I wanted to play. I figured then it would be perfect to let you listen. It was just the way to start off my day today. I hope you enjoy as much as I just did.

Kisses,

Mollyisme2

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Sunday Morning Service



She was always a little sad in the morning when her collar had to come off. She blended like mismatched thread in the mainstream tapestry -- functioning, but slightly out of place. This morning, however, was a Sunday and she had a few extra hours with the soft leather buckled and locked around her neck. She was happy. He was still sleeping. She slipped out of bed lightly and walked, still nude, to the kitchen to start coffee. 

Over the last few months she had watched him carefully. She paid attention to every detail, from morning routines, to which pillow he preferred, to how he made his coffee. Anticipating his needs became second nature to her. In the past, the detailed thought that went into her service blended seamlessly into daily routine and was easily taken for granted. The first time she had ever made him coffee, his surprised response had been, "How did you know how I liked it without me telling you?" 

"Magic," she winked at him. She smiled at the memory now as she poured the exact ratio of coffee to milk into his favorite cup and stirred in the sugar. He would be pleased. 

She carried the cup carefully to the bedroom and sat it down on his nightstand. While she was gone he had sprawled across the bed on his back. She slowly peeled the covers down to his knees, revealing his tanned, naked body underneath. She climbed carefully between his legs and braced her hands on either side of his hips, letting her nipples brush against his thighs, his cock, his belly, as she rocked gently over him. She watched him stir and then slip back into a dream. The ring of her collar clinked as she leaned down and placed soft kisses and slow licks on his thighs, hips and stomach -- working her mouth closer and closer to his cock. 

He tasted salty-sweet and always had a fresh, soap smell. She inhaled deeply, drinking him in through all her senses as she finally allowed herself to lick up the length of his cock and flick her tongue across the sensitive vein on the underside. She swirled her tongue around his head, watching his face react to her in that space between sleep and awake. She placed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked as if drawing a drink through a straw -- milking his cock with her mouth. Her tongue flicked just the right place and he moaned, his cock growing inside her mouth. She licked her lips to wet them and mouthed him again, sliding down over the length and sucking as she came back up. 

On the second stroke he opened his eyes to see her ass wiggling in the air between his legs. He followed the curve of her body with his eyes to her head slowly going down on his cock as she sucked. He grabbed a handful of her hair and squeezed his fist around it making her squeal. She sucked a little faster, feeling herself getting moist between her legs. She enjoyed the full length of his cock in her mouth until her jaw started to ache from accommodating his size. Occasionally, she would give her jaw a rest as she licked and sucked his balls. As she took each into her mouth he let out a moan that sounded more like a growl -- deep and low. She loved the reassuring and appreciative sounds he made. Each one made her wetter. 

With his hand wrapped around her hair, she sucked his cock feverishly. His fist pressed her head down far enough for his cock to hit her throat. She felt him get rock hard and buck his hips up against her mouth. He was close. She wanted him to be the first thing she tasted in the morning. She re-doubled her efforts on his cock. 

"Mm. Good girl, kitten," he moaned. She let his praise melt through her skin. She moaned over him, her voice sending vibrations through his cock. She pressed her tongue pressed firmly on the underside of his cock as she sucked. The small extra motion with her tongue paid off as she felt him start to throb in her mouth. 

"You want my cum for breakfast, kitten?" 

She moaned and wiggled her ass. He pulled her down hard onto him by the hair making her gag a little. She was rewarded with his load shooting into her mouth. She continued sucking through his orgasm, relishing the feeling of him throbbing with orgasm inside her mouth and swirling her tongue around the salty-sweet cum. 

With one last buck of his hips he fell back onto the bed. She leaned up but stayed kneeled with her legs tucked under her between his legs. She held his cum in her mouth patiently. He took a few deep breaths, slowing his breathing and then leaned up on one elbow.

"Open," he directed.

She opened her mouth to show him what she held on her tongue.

"Good girl. You can swallow now."

She smiled and swallowed. "Thank you, Sir." She leaned over him and retrieved the cup of coffee from the nightstand. "Good morning, Sir," she said as she handed it to him. 

"Morning my beautiful pet," he said as he grabbed the ring of her collar and pulled her down toward him. She nestled herself into the crook of his arm and dozed peacefully as he stroked her skin. He always meant to tell her that her little snore reminded him of a cat purring.



Sunday Morning Skin



This is for her, my wife, as always and forever.

This early morning, this slow Sunday sunrise, this dawn that yellows the room through window to leaves green and birdsong. This, in our bed. This in our room, of wood and cotton, of soft, of so warm, all touched by the sun's glow on this Spring morn. Duvet lies askew, limbs in view, all skin and hair at odd intervals, fingers splayed and sheets unmade.

The slow dazed rise from a long dry sleep following a day of toil, toil to afford us today's sloth. A sin earned and, now, skin yearned. The contented, the warm, the comfort of our shared bed and shared sleep scent. The stale mouth rinsed, the bleary eyes rubbed, the faux arousal taken in hand through loose plaid shorts, to give enjoyed tug but taken no further.

On my return to our bed protruding plump calf interests me, beckons me, beckons stroking fingers up to the back of your knee, and on to find firm thigh hidden 'neath covers. You soft-mutter as I slip back under covers, covert hand on your hip, fingertips slip to skin between waistband and top, simple black elasticated cloth on perfect morning skin.

My departure and return makes me guest in this, your nest. This that I have disrupted, the sanctity of slumber, violated the unspoken treaty of comatose. And so I am obliged to make amends, reparations to ease your waking. 

Feigning sleep reluctance you roll and rest, mess of dark locks obscuring the face you bury in pillows soft, arms folded in the cool underside. I lean over, whispering a new morning welcome and press warm lips to warm shoulder where black cloth is twisted above inked arm. Puckered caresses trail to your ear, fingers soft up the clothed spine to pull seam low and descend kisses from nape to below.

I shift my weight and two sets of fingers raise that black cloth in rumpled folds to reveal smooth flanks and curved waist. Your figure begs for kisses, nuzzled bites and tentative flicked licks down spine to the guiding 'v' atop black briefs.

Fingers burrow under elastic, knuckles pushing it low to show succulent cheeks, that perfect ripe peach. A kiss and a nip. Hands now on backs of thighs, firm flesh, fingers pressing deep as I push them apart to witness upside-down the pump pair of cupped lips sheathed in black. Unrestrained I lower my head, lips brushing tight over covered crevasse to probe and inhale deep the heat you keep there for me. Tongue makes promises pressing thin cloth between thick lips and giving gummy bite as you lift you hips.

On I go, bites and kisses descending one thigh as I crawl over you, under the duvet. I lower myself, permit long slow drag of swollen head over taut briefs while kisses find first one and then second ankle, hands gripping both to raise feet to quick lips. I rise beneath covers, kneeling over your thighs, holding feet side by side, perfect plump calves forming firm embrace around my heated hard shaft. Soft skin caresses me, bliss promised and slowly brought to view.

I move, out from under cover, to stand in the sunlight, hands on your feet, calves, thumbs in the dips behind your knees, spread fingers on thick thighs, mounting behind, then a grip on your hips and pulling you to your knees. All below your waist at once bathed in this warm morning glow, all above remains hidden below bundled bedclothes. 

Kneeling at the foot of our bed, your feet press to my stomach as I lean forward and breathe over bountiful buttocks, casting kisses as briefs are eased off hips, slithered down thighs to rest tight around bent knees. Exposed you wink and at once draw the softest caress of lips then tongue deep between cheeks. A quiver and a hand appears from the covers, long fingers reaching back to buttock, seeming to pull, then another opposite, requesting my attention further. I lick fingers tips, each in turn, in circuit around and descend on beyond to spiral in to your centre, the locked core of this succulent apple. Flat tongue sweeps across all then focuses to point and probe, ringing round your rosebud, your body squirming before me, your muffled moans as your hand disappears. Fingers slip through the tight apex at the top of your thighs, mashing messy through swollen lips, coated so soon with proof of your need.

I give quick lick to those fingertips, tasting you so sweet, then return further up, lathering lavish attention, wetting that forbidden hole, the slick slip of tongue meeting the soaked squelch of your fingers as I descend. Face hard pressed against the moist sticky mess on your skin, I burrow in, past your fingers, tongue-tip exploring hot folds and new depths. 

My hand reaches for the tight twisted bind of your briefs about your knees, yanking it clear, off legs, off ankles and tossed to the floor. Your knees part at once, thighs spread and the extent of your desire smeared so much over your soft skin. I dive back in, pulling your hand away to make frantic foray around, up between, grazing down before sucking each lip in turn and making ice cream lap between. 

On your back, fingers in my hair, tongue torments throbbing clit, legs spread so wide, one, then two fingers slip inside you, wrist twists and fingers crossed as slow shallow pump accompanies the electric dance over that swollen and exposed bud. My tongue beckons, calling you to come closer, it flicks, giving rise to your arousal, your interests, a hand cupped to mouth to call down hall from front door. Is anybody home, I tease, pretending not to hear the muffled sleepy groan from deep within. I step inside, probing the darkness, intruder, invitation implied but not exactly explicit in the offering.

Feeling fingertips beside my tongue, holding the door open, politeness, then removed rude. Your body moves, sheets discarded, face flushed staring down, semi-indignant, torso propped up on elbows. Eyes locked, both half-cocked, both panting and sizing up the opposition, awaiting the other's first move.

Your legs twitch, skin awash with my shallow exhalations over wet sheen. Lips quiver, empty quiver awaiting, expecting, arrow. Visual contact maintained I move my mouth to mound, tentative, faux secretive as if this may be innocent, pretence held until the last second, the instant of the undeniable, the touch of tongue to taste.

Lowered from elbows' perch you sprawl your legs, one knee bent to place foot high on my back, to guide, to hold, to imply lazy dominance, lazy dominance in lazy Sunday morning lust.

My mouth is non-specific, not scientific, it is passion, untamed, unfocused. It is out of control, petals blown in playful eddies, tight in torment, in intent, in rising peaks delivered frequent. Fingers in my hair, in hair, in her, she's detached, a third in our bed as we both play, three hands and one mouth press, touch feel fondle, supple flesh. Flesh that oozes, all swollen and pink, all glistening to be sucked to soft teeth and loving tongue. 

Then four hands, endless fingers, to insert, to stroke, to be sucked. Mine interlock yours, gently, casually holding them aside, denying your self-pleasure, feeling them pull back but refusing, smiling as my mouth delves to unobstructed access, mouth wide, engulfing all as tongue penetrates, violates, barges past gates to enter fully, to flick and fuck fine furrow. Fingers squeezing tight on mine, knuckles white, panting and grunting, I drag back out, dance my tip over begging clit, whimpers, thighs embrace my face, ankles crossed over my back. Lingering lazy tease before I plunge back in, leaving no part untouched, hips rising, lips grinding, your scent, your taste, you fill every sense, you are my world and I deliver yours. Back arched, hand wrenched free to take fistful of hair, holding me there as face to fuck, body bucks, incoherent, animal cry, as I slip and tongue-whip to flip you scattered back across sweat-soaked sheets.

Your hands over your face, whole body rising and falling with effort as lungs try to catch up. My arms folded on mattress edge, face smeared, mouth open, sharing your gasps, out of breath and that's the only thing tempering my own demanding lust. Wet hair pushed back from forehead I rise and crawl, intent over your body, eager to claim, still panting but ready, at least- one hand to my arm, the softest push and I roll to lie beside, outstretched arm holding your moist skin, soft belly, rising to casual cup of warm breast.

Unsure if it has been hours or minutes but at some point one of us has pulled the duvet back over our bodies, partially covering us. Your head rests on my chest, arms thrown over me, knee raised on my thigh and fingers wrapped softly around my length semi-aroused. You disengage, roll from the bed and step to the window, opening it to permit the breeze in to wash over our dried-sweat skin. Somewhere in the distance someone is running a mower, closer, much closer a blackbird is marking his territory with his endless circular song.

I watch you pull your top off over your head to stand naked at the window as you observe the outside world, and I wonder if the outside world observes you.

You turn, full in figure, perfect woman. Full firm breasts hang as you crawl on to the bed and over my still body, my hands instinctively reaching up to cup, take their weight, thumbs grazing nipples erect. On your hands and knees you offer yourself to me, my head raised to take each nurturing breast, first with soft bite, then tongue swirl before bringing it back to suck while the other is idly groped.

You take my hands, guiding them above the pillows to the headboard, the lust glint in your eyes telling me to keep them there, bondage for the lazy, bondage for the obedient. I grip the headboard and feel your hands down to my thighs, you rise, fingers around me as you soft-stroke and bring me back up. 

You turn, kneel at my side, bowing your head and planting soft kiss on the warm firm flesh of my rising cock, bringing it up as you turn to cast smouldering hunger my way. You lick with just tongue tip, to my sensitive head before puckered mouth caresses. You open, soft bite low below crown as I swell within, hot on your tongue. You swirl around me, wetting my end, then suck like lollipop, torment that raises my hips to your removed, laughing, mouth. 

A gentle hand pushes me back down and follows to wrap in slow steady pump, fingers and thumb teasing saliva-slicked tip, drawing thick threads as I ooze my need. You lick, lap, loving the taste, moving to kneel between my knees, bowing once more to make meal. Hair hangs around your face as head bobs, finger and thumb untouched around my base, rising and falling out of synch with your perfect, talented mouth. 

You pause, tongue tip tracing lines over glans, eyes looking up to lock on mine after the first line: one. I tighten beyond belief, twitching as you torment. Two, you spell, slow, smirk spreading on your lips. Three, as my fists grip sheets, knuckles white at my sides. Four, the pull in the back of my thighs as my body makes move involuntary to rise, five, too much, hand on your head, in your hair, pleading, and finding relief as you relent, sinking low and sucking hard. I can feel it rise, that impossible pressure ready to blow, so hot, hard, the light up ahead.

You jolt free, panting smile shot up at me, moving away to leave swollen soaked shaft standing solitary. You return, crouched over me, your heat meeting mine, my head slips slow through lips as you sink low, eyes closed, hands on my chest. I feel that soft bump as my bulbous tip pops inside and rises to your depth. You sit upon me, moist skin to skin, my hands on your thighs, rise to breasts, followed by mouth as I sit. You fold legs behind me, cradling my head as I suck.

You begin to rock your body against mine, grinding us together. We are one in this way, moving together, sharing this space, this time that ceases to be, as soft loving murmurs are exchanged. My lips on your chest, collar, shoulders and throat, tongue flicks up to your jaw, ear, to whisper love and devotion. 

You lean back, weight on your arms, breasts skyward, rolling with each elliptic thrust. I reach out to hold, pinching soft to elicit gasp. Pace increased you bounce, the angle of my entry hitting that spot, making you whimper, pushing you on. My hands on your wet hips, taming your ride, keeping you seated and quelling your rise. You tighten so quick, so brief, a look of bliss washing over you, mouth suddenly silent, head tipping back. I take both nipples, pinch and twist to find cry, feel you lock down, shuddering, vibrating about me, thighs shake, eyes close as the storm passes.

Lowered flat to your back I follow above you, thighs rising around me, head tipped back off the edge of our bed, offering throat to long lingering licks as we once more begin our slow rut. My hands on your hips, soaked skin slick under my firm fingers.

We fuck, loving and tender, but fucking, animal, carnal, instinctive. Our grunts and moans filling this room, the bed creak and wall thump. On the edge of consciousness the birdsong and Spring breeze. This panting, the gasps and moan, the wet slap and sucking groan, this is our dawn chorus, delivered belated yet inflated. Letting the outside world know that we too enjoy this Sunday morning. Our hands explore, fingers in flesh. I love your curves, the way you move, teeth sinking in, tongue wetting your skin. 

We make constant returns, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, eager and passionate until inevitable mouths slip past to ears, promising the world, every decadent desire, every writhing wish. Fingers on faces, in hair, holding each other closer.

I can feel it rise, eager to share, sucking your neck and loving that whimper, feeling you tighten around me, knowing too you're close. Fingers press hard to my back, body tense, tight, insides massage me in grip and release, begging release, begging relief, muttering please. I raise my head, mouth aghast, managing smile as your eyes roll back, thighs impossibly squeezing me, hand up in your hair hanging from the bed. Stifled cry as you break, followed by me, twitching twisting and gushing to that closed embrace within.

My pleasure is almost instant, comes and goes, yours comes in waves as I feel the grip and release soften with each. I withdraw, leaving limp you sprawled, red and raw, in need of tenderness. I bow my head in worship and give kissing caress, letting tongue tell of love.

In time I hear you rise, your soft footfalls in the room above, move away and descend the stairs. You appear for breakfast, for fruit and bread, dressed in just gown as you wander out in to the gardens sunlight, barefoot on grass to sit and be served. Loving, knowing smile as you sip iced coffee, my hand on your knee, idly guiding it aside as I slide, from seat to ground, kneeling, leaning in, licking lips. You shuffle forward, understanding intent, lust, spreading legs and humming happy as we share breakfast.



Sunday Morning Surprise



Ring, ring, rang the phone. I open my eyes, look at the clock and think, "Who would be calling me at 8:00am on a Sunday." 

I roll over and decide to let my machine answer the phone. "Get your lazy ass out of bed, and pick up the phone," I hear you say. 

I jump up and reach for the phone. "Hi, I didn't think it would be you." 

"Get in the shower and be dressed by 9:00am," you tell me. "We are going out for lunch and you will be there in an hour." 

Let's see, its 8:00 AM. It only takes me 15 minutes to get ready so I get back into bed. I close my eyes and take my cock in my hand, starting to rub it. I think of the last time we were together, and how we made hot sweaty love on the hood of my car, after a night of partying. I was getting harder by the second. I remembered how sexy you looked in that short black skirt, and how excited you were when I had you bent over the car and I was sliding in an out of your wet pussy. My right hand moves faster, like yours did that night. My breathing gets faster, as I relive in my mind, the way you took me in your mouth on the train but had to stop before I could explode, when we came to the station. I let go of myself. Now was not the time for release. I want you to be there when it happens. 

I get out of bed and go into the kitchen to put some coffee on so it will be ready when I get out of the shower. I go into the bathroom and turn the hot water on in the shower. I brush my teeth, and shave, so I will be nice and smooth for you. I get in the shower; the hot water feels so good as it pounds down on my chest. I grab the soap and start to lather up. Every inch of me must be clean. I never know where your tongue will end up. The thought of your tongue, moving around my body, stirs life back into my softening dick. I give it a few strokes, and massage my balls, making sure they are ready for you, if and when the time comes. I reach for the shampoo and do my hair. 

Five minutes later, I am dried off and heading back to my room to get dressed. I stop in the kitchen to get my coffee and a day old donut, and then continue on. I take my first look at the day outside, so I can figure out what to wear. There is blue sky as far as I can see and it's already hot outside. This will be a great day. I open my drawer and pick my purple satin briefs to wear. I love the way they feel, and hope you do, too. I pick my navy blue golf shirt, and tan Dockers, to finish my wardrobe. I turn on sports center, to see what games I will be missing today, and finish my coffee. I hear the doorbell ring, so I turn off the TV, put my coffee mug in the sink and go to the front door. 

I open the front door and I can't believe my eyes. The early morning sun, rising behind you, silhouettes your lovely body. You have on the sexiest sundress I have ever seen. It's a light peacock blue embroidered dress with spaghetti straps, and slits on both sides. Your open toed shoes show off your toes, painted the same color as the dress. Before I can even say hello, you jump into my arms and give me a long wet kiss. I run my hands down your back, and take a hold of your tight ass and pull you close to me. 

You grind yourself against me and say, "Feels like you missed me, and it's only been two days." 

I try to close the front door and pull you inside, but you stop me and say, "I have plans, and they don't include getting naked just yet." 

You take me by the hand and lead me out of the house as I close the door. 

"Where is your car? I don't see it. All I see are mine and my neighbors' cars and a limo." 

We walk up to the limo; you open the door, and wave me in. I am in a state of shock as I get in to the back seat of the car. You get in next to me and tell the driver to head out. I look around and want to ask you a question, but you lean over and kiss me. You start to nibble on my lower lip, and run your hand along my leg. I bite at your tongue, as you move it deep into my mouth. 

I reach up to take a breast in my hand, but you back away laughing and saying, "Slow down big guy, we have all day." 

You lean over and push a button and the sunroof starts to move back, exposing the clear blue sky as we zoom down the highway. 

"Where are we going?" I ask. 

"You will see, just relax and let me do everything." 

I see a large ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in it, and a jar of orange juice, and think to myself "a mimosa would be great right now". As if you were reading my mind, you get the glasses and make two, perfect mimosas. At the other side of the compartment, I notice a large picnic basket, I ask what's in it, and you say never mind, you will find out soon enough. 

All of a sudden the limo begins to slow down, and then comes to a complete stop. I look out the window and notice we are stopped on the freeway, along with all the other cars. I stand up through the sunroof to see what the problem is. About 150 yards ahead there is an accident in the two right lanes. All the traffic is slowly moving to the left single lane. I look down at you and ask for my drink and if you want to look at the accident. 

You say, "No, I have something else to look at." 

With that you hand me my drink and I look at the twisted cars. The next thing I know, I feel my belt being undone, and my zipper being pulled down. I start to move back down on to the seat, but you stop me. "Just watch the traffic and let me be." I look ahead at the accident as you pull my pants down to my ankles. "These are new," you tell me, as you start to rub my cock through my briefs. 

I start to grow very rapidly as you run your hands up and down my shaft. My knees get a little weak, as you pull down my underwear as well. My dick is pointing straight up as you start to lick it, from the base, slowly to the tip. When you get to the tip, you take it all the way down to the base, and my pubic hair tickles your nose. You suck me slowly as you lift your head off of my shaft. I love the way it feels; your mouth is the best. Your head moves down, as you slowly run your tongue down to the base of my shaft and you start to gently lick my balls. It feels so good. I close my eyes and down the rest of my drink in one gulp. You put your arms around me, grab my ass, and begin to roll my nuts around with your tongue. Your soft hand moves up and down my shaft, sometimes holding hard, sometimes so soft, I can hardly feel your touch. My body starts to move on its own, needing to be touched. 

I use my left arm to support myself on the roof of the car, and run my right hand through your hair, as you continue to pleasure me. Your mouth and tongue in constant motion, licking, sucking, nibbling on my enlarged cock. The limo starts to move, as the traffic is starting to move. Following the rules of most limousine companies, of not being able to stand while the car is moving, you release me from your grip and I sit down on the soft leather seat. You take the glass from my hand and fill it up and hand it back to me. 

"Thanks, I need this," I almost shout.

You sit next to me, pick up your drink, taking a sip and say, "We should arrive at our destination in about 45 minutes now that we have started moving again." 

"Where are we going?" I ask. 

"You will see, you will see." 

I feel sort of funny, just sitting they're talking with my pants around my feet, so I put the drink down and start to pull up my pants. You stop me by saying, "Hey, who told you, you can put them back on? As a matter of fact, I want you naked. Take off everything. I am no where near finished with you yet." 

I lean forward and take off my shoes and socks, and kick my pants across the cabin, as you pull my shirt off over my head. Once I am naked, you move over and sit on my lap and put your arm around my neck. I start to unbutton your thin sundress, one by one, kissing your neck as I go. When I get to your waist, I am thrilled to find the cutest pair of high cut lacy blue panties, with a damp spot soaking through. I am so excited, I almost rip the rest of the buttons off so I can get you naked as fast as I can. When I have you totally unbuttoned you move around so you can slide the dress off, and toss it in the corner, with my pants. You straddle me, and bury my head between your tits. My lips start to explore your warm flesh, your perfume turning me on even more, my hard cock pressing into your thigh as you move around on my lap. I lick my way up your neck, and start to nibble on your throat. 

I reach down between our bodies and try and take my cock in my hand so I can slip it in to you. You say, "Not yet," and reach back over the seat to grab something I cannot see. I take your left nipple in my mouth and roll it around with my tongue. You try to pull away but I don't want to let go of it. You lean back and tell me to close my eyes and like always, I follow your instructions. A chill goes through my body as I feel something cold on my nipples. But it's only cold for a second. All of a sudden they start to heat up, and when you blow on them, a fire goes through my body. You lean forward and start to slowly lick my hard nipple. I have never felt any thing like it. I can't even catch my breath as I pull your head on to my chest with one hand and grab your tight butt with my other. I move my body around hoping beyond hope that my cock will find its way into you. 

You release my nipple and lick your way up my neck, over my chin and slip your tongue into my open mouth. I close my lips and take your tongue between my teeth and won't let go. I look out the window and notice we are no longer on the freeway. Now we are winding our way up hill, and all I can see are trees. 

I think it's my turn to take over; I have let you have your way all morning. I lift you up off of my lap, turn your body so your butt is resting on my lap. I start to bite your shoulder at the base of your neck, and work my way towards your right ear, leaving a wet trail as I go. My hands roam up your waist over your stomach and I take both of your tits in my hands and start to rub my palms over your nipples. After a few moments they are so very hard, and I take them between my thumb and forefinger and start to pull them gently away from your body. 

"My cock is waiting for your touch," I whisper in your ear. "Take it, and put it in your tight, wet pussy." 

I hear you giggle, as you shake your head no. "If you want to fuck me, you do it." 

Your legs are outside of mine, and my cock is pointing straight up, and resting against your lips. I pull your hair back so I can bite the side of your neck. I reach down between your legs and take my cock in my hand and bend it back a bit, so I can slide it between your soaking wet lips. You lean forward just enough so that my cock pops right in to you. You gasp as you lean back and grind your pussy on to me. I am now buried all the way inside you. I take hold of your throat, as my tongue pays special attention to your neck and ear. 

You start to play with your tits, just like I was only seconds before, pulling them, twisting them and massaging them. The middle finger of my hand slides over your clit, and I rub it. Your entire body, shakes when I touch it and you press your body harder on to me. I move it around and around, first left to right, then up and down, never using the same motion twice. 

All of a sudden, the limo slows down and moves along a dirt road, the bouncing motion does the work for me. You are bouncing on top of me to the rhythm of the car over the rough road. I hold on to your waist, to keep my cock buried inside you. You reach down and start to play with my balls, and I tell you that it's time for me to cum. I am ready to erupt, and fill you with my white hot cum. Your ass is bouncing up and down on me. I grab you by the shoulders and force you down on to me, with all my might. When I am only seconds away from shooting, we feel the car slow down and roll to a complete stop. 

At that point, you tell me to stop as you lean forward and pull yourself off my hard cock and fall to the floor landing on your knees. I ask what you're doing, and you reply, "We have to put our clothes on now. We are here." 

You grab my pants and shirt and toss them to me, then pick your dress up of the floor and put it on. Badly needing a drink, I pick the champagne bottle out of the ice bucket, and guzzle down the last few ounces shoving the empty bottle back in the ice. You open the door of the limo and as you get out, you ask me to hand you the picnic basket. I try and open it up, to look inside, but you snatch it away, and head out the door. Before you get out, I grab your ass, and think, "Cool, she didn't put her panties back on." 

We get out of the limo and I see a grass field about 20 by 40 yards, with trees and bushes around the perimeter. There is no sign of life, only the sound of some birds chirping from the trees. I glance over at the limo to look at the driver, but the windows are tinted and I can't see inside. You take me by the hand and we walk out to the middle of the field. You set the basket down and pull out a large soft blanket asking me to spread it out. I unfold it, grab the corners and toss it in the air, letting it settle on to the ground, all spread out. 

You walk over to me and hug me around the waist as we kiss, soft, long and tender. The flames of desire that were just settling down a moment ago start to burn again. The hard bulge in my pants pushes into your stomach, and you are happy that it is still there. I lean back on to the ground, and pull you down on top of me. Your neck is so inviting, I start to lick it and try to bite it. You pull away, lean over and say it's time for us to have a bite to eat. Food is the last thing on my mind right now, but I will do what ever you say. 

You hand me a bottle of red wine and corkscrew and say, "We can't drink it until you open it, so get to it." 

After you hear the pop of the cork, you hand me two glasses and I fill them both up. In the meantime, you pulled out a loaf of sliced garlic French bread and a plate of salami & cheese and set it down between us. We toast to a beautiful day, and take a sip of the excellent wine. I set my glass down as you look up to the sky watching the clouds, slowly moving east. I make us both a sandwich, hand you yours as I lean back and look up at the sky along side you. 

"You sure picked a great day for a surprise picnic, darling," I tell you between sips of wine. 

"That is why I decided to get the limo," you tell me. "If the weather was bad, we could have had an indoor picnic." 

I finish my sandwich, drain my wineglass, and refill yours and then mine. After a few sips, I set my wineglass on the ground, take yours from your hand and set it next to mine. I lean over and kiss you, our tongues slowly swirling in each others mouth. My left arm slides under your neck as I get close to you. I use my free hand and begin to slowly unbutton your dress as we continue to kiss. When I get down to your bellybutton, I rub it with my middle finger and make you squirm. After a few seconds, I drag my fingertips along your stomach, until I am between your breasts. My hand finds it way up to your left nipple and I start to twist it between my thumb and forefinger. You moan and try to bite my tongue. I snatch my tongue out of your mouth and start to lick your chin and work my way down your throat, sucking on your skin the entire time. 

I take my arm out from under you and pull my shirt off and roll it up and put it under your head, like a pillow. I put my right leg over your waist, so I am now straddling you, my legs on both sides of your waist. I put my hands on both sides of your head for support and lean down and take your right nipple in my mouth and gently suck on it. I lick it over and over. I twirl it around with my tongue. I suck as much of your flesh in to my mouth as I can, my teeth brushing over your hard nipple. I let go of your nipple and jump over to the other one and start all over, licking, sucking, biting and nibbling. 

"Two can play this game," you laughingly say and reach up and start to play with both of my nipples. 

Your touch sets off a shock wave that starts at my nipples and shoots through my body and ends at my dick, making it as hard as ever. You can see the bulge in my pants so you reach down and start to rub it from the outside. I stop licking your tit and lean down and offer my nipple to you. I need to feel your lips on my body. Your soft tongue flicks at my hard nipple and I love it. There is nothing like it, the waves of pleasure that your touch sends through my body feels like an electric shock. You pull down the zipper on my pants and release my rock hard cock, inch by inch. When it is all the way free, you grab it and start running your hand up and down, all the while, sucking on one of my nipples. 

I have never been naked out of doors before, and I think its time. I stand up and kick my shoes off and take off my pants and toss them on the ground. I hand you your wine glass and kneel in front of you, so I can finish unbuttoning your dress. I want you naked too. After I undo the last button, you lean forward and take your arms out of the dress and lay back down. I love the way your skin looks, the sun shining in your eyes, and glistening off the sweat on your body. I lift your right leg up to my mouth and kiss it. I start at your knee, kiss you inch by inch. I slowly work my way up your thigh. After what seems like forever, I get to your pussy, the lips are wet and glassy. I look up at your face, and see that you have both nipples in your hands, the empty wineglass having been tossed off to the side. I rub my tongue up your crack, from the base to your clit and give it one, long, slow lick. Now my lips continue down your other thigh kissing your soft skin. I hear a wet squishy sound and look back up your body and see that you have two fingers buried deep inside your cunt. Your eyes are closed and your other hand is pulling your nipple, one, then the other. You beg me to lick your pussy, you tell me how much you love my tongue, how you want it deep inside you. 

"One second," I say. "Don't stop what you are doing and keep your eyes closed." 

I reach over and take a look in the picnic basket to see what else you packed. A second bottle of wine, another tray of cold cuts and paper bag is all I see. I look for the corkscrew, find it, and open the second bottle of wine. Glancing over at you, I see that you are lost in pleasure. Your eyes closed tight, your chest is heaving and you have both hands working on your pussy. Three fingers of one hand inside and the other fingers rubbing your clit with all your might. 

I smile and think to my self, "FUCK, she is having such a good time. I better get back down there or she won't need me any more." 

I look inside the paper bag, and see a 10-inch pink vibrator. I wonder why she brought this. Who cares, but I am sure glad she did. I set it down on the side of the basket as I get back between your legs. 

"Don't open your eyes. Just stop moving your hands please," I say out loud. 

You don't hear me and continue to play with your dripping pussy. I set the wine bottle down next to your body and grab both your hands with mine to stop you. You bolt up with your eyes wide open and give me a horny look and say, "EAT ME, LICK ME NOW BABY or let go of my hands." 

You don't need to tell me twice so I lower my head on to your cunt and start to explore it with my tongue. You grab me by the head and force my face in to you. "Yes, yes, yes," you moan. "Suck me hard; lick me fast, like only you can!!!" 

My tongue is deep inside your pussy and my nose is rubbing your clit. I need some air, so I try and lift my head, but you keep pressing me down. When I start to cough, you realize what's going on and let go of my head. I pop my head up and gasp for air, your sweet juice dripping down my chin. After a few deep breaths, I pick up the wine bottle, move my mouth close to your pussy and start to pour the wine down over your skin, just inches above your lips. Your body jumps as you feel the cool liquid flowing over your skin. The wine trickles down between your lips and in to my mouth, it is wide open and waiting to taste the mixture of the wine and your natural flavor. As soon as the wine is gone, I pour some more over you and lick every drop off every inch of you. 




Sunday Morning Surprise



"I want to suck your cock, NOW, feed it to me," you say between deep breaths. 

I move my body around so we are in the classic 69 position, my legs on each side of your head, my swollen dick, inches from your face. You take my balls in one hand and fondle them gently, and my hardness in the other and rub it all over your face, up your chin, over your lips, along your nose and finally into your mouth. My tongue starts at your navel, and slowly moves down over your skin, licking up the last traces of wine. Your mouth is so tight. Your tongue is so smooth as you run it all over my cock head. You can feel the cum in my balls waiting to be released. At this point you don't care where it ends up, at the back of your throat, deep in your pussy, or shooting all over your tits. All you know is you want to make me CUM and have it end up on or in your body. 

When my lips suck on your clit, your body shakes and I hear your muffled moan escape your cock filled mouth. You let go of my balls and cock and grab my ass and pull my body down on to yours, so my dick is as far inside your mouth as it can get. I use my pelvis and thrust into you over and over as fast as I can. My lips are sucking yours in to my mouth. I am licking, sucking or gently biting every inch of your swollen pink pussy. I slide my hands under your ass and pull your body to mine as I devour you. You let my cock out of your mouth as you scream in orgasm, not wanting to take a bite out of me. Hearing you cum, gets me even more excited and I increase my actions. After you catch your breath, you take me back in your mouth and start to slowly suck my cock again.

I need to give my mouth a few moments rest, so I pick up the vibrator and turn it on. I set it to the lowest speed, and position it in front of your lips. It is so slow I hope you don't hear the buzzing. At the same time my tongue touches your clit, I slide the vibrator between your soaking lips. Again my cock falls out of your mouth as you arch your back and gasp out loud. "YESSSSS, you found my toy!!!!" 

Your hands roam over my body, touching any part of me you can. I hear you gasping for air, as I turn the throbbing vibrator up a notch. I take my mouth away from your pussy and move the head of the vibrator on to your clit and turn it up a little more. Now, I run it up and down along your slit, letting no more than one inch of it slide between your lips. My elbows are a little sore, so I pull your favorite toy out of you and twist it to full power and ram it all the way in to your willing cunt and let go of it. 

Just as you try to take my cock back in to your mouth, I move my body away from you and lay down along your right side. I reach my left hand under your neck and over your shoulder and take your left tit in my hand and start to massage it, running my palm over your thimble like, hard nipple. I take your right breast in my mouth, my tongue flicking it around and around. My right hand finds the vibrator buzzing away inside you and I pull it out of you, and bring it up to your left breast and run the vibrating tip over your nipple. Your ass starts to move around as you grab my head and force it down on to your breasts. After a minute of vibrating your nipple, I push the toy in to your flesh and move it inch by inch down your stomach, past your belly button, over your bare pubic region, and back in to your drenched pussy. I start to fuck you with it, ramming it all the way inside, and pulling it almost all the way out. I do this over and over and over until you scream out my name as another orgasm rips through your body. 

"Fuck me, fuck me now," you scream. "I need your balls slapping my ass!!!"

I pick you up effortlessly and put you on your knees. I get on my knees behind you and bite your back just above your waist. I reach down between your legs and slide my right thumb inside your dripping hole. I start to fuck you as hard as I can with it. Your body shakes, as my thumb touches parts of you that the vibrator or straight cock cannot reach. I cannot hold my cum inside me any more. I need to bury my cock deep inside and let myself go. I pull my thumb out of you and lick it clean, before moving my cock between your legs. 

"Please, please, FUCK ME, NOW," you beg. 

I take my cock in my hand and bring it up to your lips. As soon as you feel it splitting them, you thrust back with all the force you can muster, nearly knocking me off of you. I want to go slow and make this last, but with all the playing and teasing we have been doing, I know I won't last very long at all. I think to myself, the sooner I cum, the sooner we will be able to go at it again, maybe on the ride home. I grab you around the waist, and fuck you. I fuck you hard. I fuck you as fast as I can get my cock to move. You are so wet and slippery, there is hardly any friction as I pull all the way out of you and slam back in to you, so my balls do slap your ass, like you wanted. I can feel my cum in my balls moving around, looking for the shaft that it will shoot up and out of. I am going to explode any second now, so I reach around your waist and finger your clit. You move your ass back as I thrust forward, pounding, pounding away at each other. Your pussy is like a faucet, your sweet juice running down our legs and on to the blanket. 

I can feel the cum moving, so I let go of your clit and grab you tightly around your legs. My hard dick starts to erupt like Mt. Helens. Spurt after spurt of my CUM rips through my cock and goes deep into your pussy. As a deep moan escapes my lips, you yell my name as you CUM, too. Is that an earthquake I feel, or is it just us? Both of our bodies shake out of control, as wave after of wave of pleasure vibrates through and through. I feel your body weaken as your knees give out and you fall on to your stomach, with my body still on top of yours. I do the best I can to keep from squashing you beneath me, as I gasp for air. After a few minutes, I try to roll off your body, but you stop me, saying how much you like the way I feel there. I can only wonder if the ride home will be as much fun as the trip here. 

------ Thanks Angel Love, for your help! 



Sunday Morning: The Next Day



Part two of Father Oh Father.

I woke up quite early.

It took me some while to locate my whereabouts.

I saw Sally lying there beside me. The blanket had slid down. I studied her face.

It had a most wonderful expression. It seemed like she was smiling in her sleep.

Her firm and most adorable breast were heaving in tact with her breathing.

The navel looked beautiful.

”What have I done,” I thought. ”How could I make it all undone?”

I knew there was nothing to be done about the past, but would it not be better to stop it here. I could explain to Sally that the long celibate I had been experiencing, the atmosphere in her presence, her showing me all her delights, made me crazy. That I just could not resist the temptations. That I was a too normal guy and that I just had not been able to think rationally.

”Yes, this I must do,” I thought.

I started to think about the previous evening and the night. That was the most wonderful day I had ever experienced. I thought about it all in more details.

”Oh shit, now my member was getting hard again,” I noticed. ”What shall I do? Perhaps a shower or a swim in the pool would solve my ’problem’,” I contemplated.

My prick was getting swollen and hard as a rock.

”I have to leave, not waking Sally up,” I decided.

Sally stirred. Her arm moved over my stomach. Her fingers went softly through my chest hair. I didn’t move. I hoped that she would fall into deeper sleep again. Or did I to be honest?

Her hand moved downwards. I couldn’t breath. Her hand came to my pole. She took hold of it. She opened her eyes. What a lovely smile spread over her adorable face.

”Did you have a good night, Daddy?” she asked.

”The best ever,” I answered truthfully.

”But I think that we must end it there. We have sinned, not matter how beautiful it all was. But let’s call it an accident, live on the memories and start to live a normal life,” I suggested.

”You can’t mean that, Daddy. I love you so much. There is no man alive that could compensate you. Let’s not start to have second thoughts, at least not to day. Let’s talk about tonight,” she said caressing my hard tool.

How could I resist?

”OK darling, let’s be nice to each other today, but then we have to collect what little is left of our brains,” I replied.

I started to turn around on the bed. I went on my knees bringing my head to her breasts. I started to suck her nipples, first her right one and after a while the left. All the time Sally kept my pole in her hand making only slight movements up and down along the shaft. I turned downwards looking at her tremendous bush. She had clearly kept trimming it. I came closer to her beautiful box. The scent reminded me of last night. I could detect the flavour of love. I moved closer. I lifted my left leg on the other side of Sally’s head. I reached her cunt and started to lick her cleavage. It tasted so good. I felt how Sally brought my rod to her lips. She licked my tip. I tried to concentrate on her vagina. Her own liquids started to flood. I licked trying to hit her clitoris. She pushed her cunt forward clearly enjoying the procedures. Sally started to shiver. Then she came with a gush. I continued my licking.

”Oh how fantastic,” she cried and took in my pole as deep as she could. 

She was now licking and sucking. I felt how the pressure in my balls was increasing.

Soon I came. It must have been a pint at least. I heard sally gargle. 

I rolled off and turned around to have my face over Sally’s. I kissed her on her mouth, for the first time tasting my own sperm. It wasn’t that bad. We kissed for a while caressing each other with one hand in all the different places. 

“Oh, how I love you, Daddy,” Sally whispered.

“Me too, but we shouldn’t in this way, you know,” he said back with his remorse coming to the surface again.

“This is something between you and me, nobody will ever know. Why is so hard for you to accept pure and spontaneous love,” Sally asked.

“Just because it’s forbidden love. Otherwise it’s the finest love I can dream of,” I said.

“Let’s now only enjoy it whilst we are at it, and worry about the future afterwards,” she commented.

Had that been in another context she would have sounded very mature and rational. In this situation I didn’t know what to think of it. But my flesh was weak. I just couldn’t stop it here. Everything was too lovely. To change the subject I suggested,

“Why don’t we take a shower. Then we must have breakfast.” 

“Yes, I’m starving. But not only for food, that is. I’m becoming a sex addict with you Dad,” she said starting to move from the bed in the direction of her bathroom. I followed her taking in her wonderful buttocks with my greedy eyes.

Again we had a most fantastic shower with Sally washing me in all places, as I did to her. We towelled each other with tender smiles over our faces.

The day was bright. The sun was pouring down. The birds were singing in the trees. What could be better than this?

We had breakfast, beacon with scrambled eggs, a few sandwiches with coffee and juice.

I felt really light-footed.

As we ate we were watching each other’s naked bodies with lusty expressions on our faces. “Could I ever get enough of her?” I wondered to myself.

By now my pole was sticking out again. I didn’t even feel embarrassed anymore. 

Sally looked at it, licking her lips in a humorous manner.

“It’s time for a swim, I think,” Sally said. 

“Not quite yet. I have to go through some papers for next week,” I said.

“My physics doesn’t allow me to have sex precisely all the time. We might read some at the poolside, what do you think?” I said.

“Perhaps I have to show you some understanding,” Sally replied.

She stood up and came to me. She straddled my knees and took my bat into her soft and very wet love box. She pushed one of her breasts to my mouth. I sucked eagerly. She moved up and down and I and difficulties in following the movements of her breasts. I felt how my next ejaculation was towering up again. Could this be true? The second time in an hour. I came, shooting my load into her. I was shaking. Sally continued pumping until she came as well. I felt a little weak, but I couldn’t see any signs of the same in Sally. Of course she is much younger than I am, only eighteen.

She sat in over my lap for a while kissing me wildly.

“Now you take your damn papers and have it done, I’ll have a swim,” she said getting of my swollen and deep blue rod.

“Ready for another one?” she giggled and left the room, her rump swinging in an intoxicating manner. She was playing off.

I went and found the bloody papers. It was hard to concentrate on them.

It took me a good hour to get the job done.

I then took the book about the fight about Stalingrad I was reading and went for the poolside and the deckchairs. I noticed with satisfaction that my cock was soft and hanging down as it normally should with only your daughter around.

Sally was lying a rubber mattress face down as asleep. I was glad to see that she had put up the sun-umbrella not to burn herself.

I started to read. The text was, if interesting indeed, quite disgusting in its brutality.

“At least my prick will keep down with this kind of entertainment,” I thought.

The sun was moving in the sky, like it usually does. I noticed that the shadow from the umbrella moved as well leaving Sally’s legs uncovered. I rose and strolled over to move the umbrella so that Sally again lay in the shadow. She didn’t wake up. I had to confess to myself, that I was a bit disappointed.

I went back to my chair and commenced reading.

Every now and then my gaze wandered to the beautiful woman lying on the mattress.

“How could a person be so delightful?” I thought.

I tried to concentrate on the text.

I must have dozed off, for when I woke up the first thing I realised was that I had a full hard on again. Slowly I opened my eyes meeting two wonderful tits looking at me.

Sally was stroking my by now fully erected member. She noted that I was awake.

“I hoped to have you cum in your sleep,” she whispered. 

“Why, don’t you want me to enjoy it?” I asked smiling.

“Well, I was just curious,” she said continuing do caress my rod. 

“Step over me and show your ass to my mouth,” I suggested.

She obeyed and stood in front of me, leaning downwards to reach down to my cock.

Obviously it wasn’t long enough to enable her to stand straight a jack me off at the same time. I had seen advertisements for penis enlargement. Should be considered.

I licked her asshole and her vagina trying to establish which she preferred.

I noticed no difference and I could not decide which to go for. I gave both holes my attention. Soon I exploded. Sally didn’t move away. Obviously she wanted me to continue the licking. I didn’t mind. I loved it. Sally came with a tremble.

“I loved that,” she said turning around and straddling my legs. 

She smiled. I smiled. We both looked at my dick, which still was trying to reach the sky. I liked the colour of it, very deep red.

“Are you ready for a swim now, Daddy love,” she suggested.

“Sure, I haven’t had one yet today,” I retorted.

We jumped into the soft and nicely cooling water.

Sally came to me, took me an embrace and again managed to get my rod into her vagina.

“Stay there,” she said and pulled me backwards. 

We both sank under the surface in a tender hold of each other. I just had had time to suck in some air. We kissed and I managed to keep my cock in its position inside Sally’s wonderful womb.

Soon we had to surface. This we did still maintaining the embrace.

I withdrew after a while. I had to save some strength for the afternoon to come.

“If only this could go on for ever,” I thought feeling quite guilty.

We got out of the pool. Sally was glistering in the sun. How marvellous she was.

And still is. My pole had taken a horizontal position. I would have thought that it should be small and hanging after the treatment that had been rendered to it.

But that was not the case. Sally sat down on a chair and ordered,

“Come here, Daddy, your prick has to be sucked to a proper state.”

“When may I rest?” I asked moving in front of her.

“While we are eating,” she said taking hold of my ram and slowly pulling it to her mouth.

She simultaneously moved both her hands and her head back and forth, making my ram fully hard again in just a few seconds. When this was achieved she let it go.

So now she was teasing me. But I loved the teasing. Couldn’t imagine a better tease.

There I stood with my pole in the sky, only a flag was missing, not knowing what to do next. I didn’t have to contemplate for too long.

“Time for a shower,” she commanded.

We walked to the house smiling at each other.

“Now we take the Jacuzzi in our bathroom,” I decided.

“OK, that can be nice,” Sally said starting to run.

As I reached the bathroom the water was running, foam bubbling on the surface.

We had to wait for a while until the water was deep enough for us to step in.

I looked keenly at my beautiful daughter and she didn’t try to cover up her staring at my very hard and throbbing member.

“Oh, how I love this,” Sally said.

We sat down in the water side by side. Sally pushed the foam away from the front of me and the head of my pole was showing over the water surface.

I started to caress Sally’s exquisite breasts. Then it became more like fondling.

“Move one step lover,” Sally commanded. I did.

Sally straddled me, her back to my chest. She let my cock enter her vagina. I had good access to hold both her breasts in my hands. I commenced caressing them. She did not move, only sat there still with my pole inserted into her. It was hot. In spite of the stillness, no movements except my breast caressing I realised that I would soon come again.

“I’m coming again,” I warned Sally.

“Oh, no you are not” she said and moved off my cause to be proud. 

“Now we will only enjoy the bath and save ourselves for later,” she declared.

I almost came, but I managed to keep it in.

After the bath we rinsed ourselves in the shower and dried each other with fresh towels. 

“Now to your room,” I ordered.

Sally threw herself on her bed and remained lying still.

I went down on the bed on all fours and started to lick, suck and kiss her all over.

This went on for quite some time. She lay face down. Finally I concentrated on her cleavage between her buttocks. After this I ordered,

“Turn around, Sally.”

She turned exposing her wonderful front. The breasts were protruding high in spite over her lying on her back. The curves were magnificent, her stomach being very flat and the small well-kept bush covering her cunt front was overwhelming. I started licking and sucking again. Sally spread her legs slightly when I came in closer to lick her vagina and clitoris. She didn’t say a word. She clearly enjoyed a lust filled moment. I slowly turned around taking my place over her. I kept my weight on my hands and knees, not to put too much pressure on her.

Then slowly, very slowly I brought my throbbing pole to the entrance of her cunt. Still very slowly I started to enter her. She looked at me, straight into my eyes and a lustful smile covered her lovely face. I pushed in about half way, then I pulled out so that only my glans remained in her, then slowly in again, a little deeper this time. Then again I partly withdrew and then I pushed in all of it. My dick is almost 9 inches long when fully erect. That it certainly was at the time. She could take it all. It was lovely.

“Now screw me hard, Daddy,” she commanded.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I started to pump forth and back with all my strength. Soon I was sweating profusely in spite of the resent showering. It went on. I felt the pressure in my groins starting to increase. I wanted this to go on forever. Sally started to moan. This made me only more intoxicated. Then she came very strongly. The lubrication in her cunt changed, obviously from her cum. This enabled me to commence for a while longer. Then I exploded. It was the best conventional fuck I had ever had. Surely the best ever. After a while I rolled off her and lied panting beside my dearest lovely beautiful daughter. We didn’t say a word. There were no words to describe our erotic feelings. 

“We have to think about lunch after a cooling down shower,” I said.

“Yes, you must be very hungry after such a performance,” Sally answered.

We did as planned. The shower was a constant fondling and caressing. After we had dried ourselves we went to the kitchen. We enjoyed mushroom sandwiches with beer.

Then again out in the sun with our books, we both tried to concentrate on literature.

I half-succeeded and obviously so did Sally. We read for about an hour.

The happenings in 1943 back in Stalingrad were terrible. Millions of people died, either there or later in concentration camps. Why read such disgusting material with such a lovely sex partner beside you, I pondered.

I started to think about us, Sally and me. What would the future bring? It was impossible to have such a fantastic experience continue forever. Of course Sophia would come home tomorrow. That at least would put an end to it. But then, – that was the question? Did I want this to end? What could I do about it? We had been talking about divorce with Sophia. We had decided to continue because of Sally. But now all was changed. Now Sophia was more in the way than ever.

“Why are you married,” Sally suddenly asked as if she had been reading my thoughts.

“It’s a good question. We have been discussing separation for five years now. It was for you we decided to keep together,” I explained.

“That of course is nice, but I have seen that you don’t have anything else in common, that mummy goes on your nerves, which I fully understand. She is a nag,” she said.

“You shouldn’t be too hard on her. She has had her problems,” I reprimanded.

“Well, she is quite nice to me, but she is so nasty to you,” Sally retorted.

“Perhaps we must reconsider our previous decision, but then you would naturally go to live with her, and that I would not like,” I said.

“No way I would leave you and live with her,” Sally said adamantly. 

“Well, we have to see how things will develop,” was all I could say at present.

“Where would you like to eat today?” I asked wanting to change subject.

“Either at home or at the Italian. I don’t want to go any further. This is our last evening for a while,” she answered with a meaningful look.

“OK, you decide,” I said as if not having noticed the hidden meaning of Sally’s saying.

“Then I’ll prepare something,” Sally said.

“How about a swim?” she added.

“OK, Sally, you are the boss,” I said and stood up. 

For a change I didn’t have an erection. That state didn’t last long. In the pool Sally came close to me and grabbed for my penis. I had read somewhere that it is difficult to get a hard on in water. That was clearly not the case. Again my pole was hard as a rock. I fondled all over Sally while feeling how she caressed my tool, the last days my pride and source of much lust.

Again she arranged her pose and soon I was fucking her under the water.

It didn’t feel as good as in bed though. That was good, man wasn’t meant fore the water-element anyway. Sally managed to move herself in a very lustful way and it didn’t take long before I exploded inside her. Even she got an orgasm a moment later.

Now my dick went soft. “So I’m human after all,” I thought.

We pulled out of the pool and took a cold shower by the pool.

We dried in the sun. I was about start reading again as Sally said,

“Let’s go in for a moment.”

“What’s up now,” I thought.

I followed Sally in and she headed straight to her room.

“Lie down,” she commanded. I obeyed.

She went down on her knees at the foot end of the bed, spread my legs a bit, and came up with her head to my now slightly stirring prick. She took hold of my balls with one hand, then started to lick them. The just recently soft wad started to get hard. It didn’t take long before it was fully erect again. Sally took the bat in her mouth and sucked on it for a while. Then she moved up on the bed and straddled me, letting my rammer slid into her marvellous vagina. She started to ride me, very slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Her breasts were jumping, but only slightly, so firm were they. Was this the seventh heaven? She pulled slightly backwards so that the bending-pressure on my rod was just right. Without any warning I exploded. She continued to ride on me, and then she came as well. She came down on my chest and started to kiss me. We kissed, somewhat roughly at first but the more tenderly until she rolled off me and we lied there, both panting.

“You should have your roof painted,” I said.

“How can you say that in a moment like this?” she said seriously.

“I was only joking. You knew that, didn’t you?” I said.

“O course I knew,” she giggled.

“Now the shower again,” I suggested. We showered.

A few minutes later Sally was preparing food on grilled chicken. It came out well.

“You seem to be a good cook,” I said, “I might hire you,” I added.

“Thank you Daddy,” she said with a smile. “Any time.”

We finished the meal and took a couple of beers more. Hard work makes you thirsty.

After cleaning up we moved to the living room and watched the news on TV.

Next the video came on. More sex in vision. We were infected, and soon we were making love on the floor.

“This floor is to hard. Let’s move to the bed,” I suggested.

“OK Dad,” she said and run off.

I followed her, my cock extremely rigid again.

We made love, several times, to my great astonishment.

“We have to check the house for all proves of what we have been doing,” I said.




Sunday Morning: The Next Day



“I’ll do it in the morning,” Sally said letting my cock out of her mouth for a moment.

“OK, I don’t have to go to work too early, I’ll help you,” I said.

Tomorrow would be another day……………………



Sunday Morning Treat



Stretched out spread eagle on the mattress, hands and feet tied to each corner post, I hear the door open. Footsteps echo on the hardwood floor and I crane my neck to ensure that I'm not mistaken. The panties stuffed in my mouth have long lost their flavor but I clamp down, drawing a tiny squirt of cold juice.

The sounds die midway down the hall and I listen carefully to discern the cause. Muffled voices, yes voices, through the closed door. Instructions perhaps?

Minutes pass and the house falls silent. Was I mistaken? Were the sounds only in my head? I rest my head back down, sucking on the damp material seeing if I can conjure anything new from them to occupy the time.

A squeak draws my eyes to the door and I watch it open. Yes, it is you and my lips curl upward. You step in and I see you are followed by another.

She looks slightly older than you, blonde and thin. Very stylist in her dress and she smiles at me, seeing my predicament. She's not surprised by it as you're obviously told her what to expect but seeing is always so different.

She remains by the entrance as you come to me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, your hand brushes a strand of hair from the side of my face. I look to your eyes but they betray nothing. 

However, your lips are another matter. Lipstick dull and smeared, my eyes dart to her and I confirm her lips bear the same traces of recent passion. The quiet pause in the hall now explained.

"Open."

My jaw falls and your fingers move along my chin on their way to my lips. They slowly free the wet mass from my mouth and I gulp fresh air as the last leaves me. You smile, watching me swallow and work the stiffness out of my face, before your soft lips stop my movements. 

Kissing you with some difficulty. Savoring the warmth of your lips and tongue after the dead clamminess of my panties. Lifting my head to kiss you deeper as your fingers capture and pull a nipple.

You pull away, mouth and fingers at the same time, and I watch you retreat. My view shattered a moment later as you slap me across the face. Then my nipple is grasped again, tugged much harder and stretched painfully out.

With another smile you rise and release me. You go back to her and I see that our brief interlude had an effect on your friend. Her breasts, while smallish, are capped with points jutting out through her top. 

You take her with one arm going around her back, the other cupping one of the excited breasts. Kissing her, I see mouths working and her muted grunt as your fingers treat her covered nipple to the same pinch and tug you gave mine.

The seconds drag on with you continuing to embrace her. Your bodies tight, her hands firmly on your ass pulling her crotch into yours. I watch you explore her mouth with yours until you make an offer of your tongue to her. She sucks it, making lewd wet sounds as she does.

You spin her around so she faces me with you behind her. Looking over her shoulder at me, your fingers crawl at the sides of her hips and slowly draw the hem of her dress higher. 

More of her long legs come into view and she raises her arms up and round your neck. Knowing that she is on display for me now, her eyes flash at me as her crotch is uncovered. A pair of flimsy peach colored panties cover her mound.

You whisper something to her and she takes hold of her dress, keeping it up so your hands are free. One moves forward and hides the silk from my view again. Not really hiding it, just rubbing her as you both watch me.

Fingers moving surely between her legs. Her eyes closing as she takes enjoyment from it. Your mouth at her ear, whispering again and drawing a smile to her face.

Her hips move now. Rocking with your fingers. I see your fingers curl up, pushing her panties into her as you masturbate her before me.

She issues a moan of regret as your fingers leave her. You raise them up and slip them between her lips where she sucks at them. Her lower lips sucking at the material you've pushed between them.

More whispers and you remove your fingers and step back from her. Her head turns trying to keep your digits between her lips but they pop free anyway. Then she turns back towards me and shimmies out of her panties.

She holds them out to you but you shake your head and nod at me. With a quick step, she is bedside and bending over me. I open and allow her to stuff them into my mouth.

Both wet and dry, she slowly feeds them to me. Giving me the wet crotch first, letting me taste her before her finger places all of them inside. Her fingers glance along my cheek as I close upon them and suck at her freshness.

A hand on my inner thigh and I look to see if you have joined us but no, its hers. My eyes dart to you and I see you have disrobed to just bra, panties and heels. Standing with a small smirk on your face, you watch us. Or rather, you watch her gain her first touch of me.

"My name is Barb," her fingers tickling up my inner leg. 

I'd spread but I'm already open. I'd answer but my mouth is full. So I just lay still and nod slightly.

"Her name is Jenny and she is a lovely fuck toy."

You come towards us just as Barb's fingers are above to reach my sex. Her hand is pulled away and you sit with her beside my prone body. Once again sharing a kiss with her, one that I see and hear up close.

"Get undressed while I beat my bitch ready for you."

My eyes wide at your words. Mouth drawing greedily on the panties filling it. Suddenly self-consciently aware that I'm nude and oh so open and helpless before you.

Barb stands and moves out of sight behind you but I no longer have interest in her. Instead all my focus is on you as you kneel next to me.

"Did you expect her fingers here?"

Your's flat on my pussy, rubbing it and causing me to moan in desire and pleasure.

"Yes mistress."

"Yes huh?"

Fingers gone but not for long. Returning with a sting as you slap my pussy. 

My hips raise up. Just in time for the next slap. A sharp sound of flesh on flesh fills the room.

With you above me, I shift my eyes to find your hand. Following the arc as it goes skyward before returning to slap my pussy. Just recovering from the sparks and flashes before my eyes to see the muscles of your shoulder pull it back again.

And again. And again.

The sharpness of the sound changing as my wetness flows, adding a liquid element as you make my lips red and puffy. 

Several times you stop and rub your slick fingers on my face, pushing them into my mouth to refresh the taste of pussy in it. These pauses only bring the hot burning more to mind as the cool air surrounds me. You alternate slaps with fingering of me, probing my soaked folds and erect clit.

Barb appears behind you, moving closer for a better look. You sense her and turn your head. Without a word, she bends to you and your lips meet in a burst of passion.

"My..." Slap. "...bitch..." Slap. "...is almost..." SLAP. "...ready..." SSLLAPP.

I'm writhing on the bed, struggling at my bonds but finding no relief. Squirming at each new blow, the heat of my cunt searing as you spank my kitty. I'm sure my cunt is red and puffy but still you slap me.

And I'm begging you for more. The words lost in the material gagging me but you seem to understand them anyway. A smile at me as you delay and change the timing of the subsequent blows. Making me wait and anticipate them.

Then without a word of warning, you stand and pull Barb with you. Disappearing out the door. I cry out in desperation and need but it makes no difference.

Still the fire burns below, but now with no sign of relief. My body racks as I pull arms and legs that can't move more than an inch or two. The rope cutting into my flesh as I do.

My ears strain for any sound or sign. But you're too far away from the bedroom for me to make out what you are doing. The only sounds indistinct and distant.

My heart beating, pounding in my chest as I finally discern your return. You hold in your fists pop sickles, lemon is my guess by their color. Sitting down again beside me, you rub one along my lips. Its flavor mingling with the damp panties in my mouth and adding coolness. Yes, it is lemon.

Barb undoes the ties at my feet, gently caressing the rope-burned flesh, before taking one of the pop sickles from you. She sits down next to you, holding it but watching you with yours.

Pulling the frozen ice away, you run it down between my breasts and over my belly. I gasp loudly knowing its destination. But you delay again, painting my mound with it and not bringing it to the furnace between my legs.

You lean down and kiss me. Your tongue pushing my lips apart so you can gather the panties in your teeth. Drawing them out of me, again allowing me to suck in fresh air.

Sitting up and turning, you bring the relief I crave. Frozen ice giving way to streams of sticky wet. You coat me completely with it, looking up at my face from time to time as you do.

You look again to Barb and she immediately rejoins you. You hold the half-melted pop sickle to her and she opens and sucks at it. Licks at it. Tongues it. As if a cock she takes it.

Soon it is finished and you take the other from her. My pussy is again burning, the relief from the first pop finished. And I think you will give me more with the second but you have other ideas.

Ideas you must have shared with Barb as she takes hold of my ankles and pulls my legs to my chest. The ice on my clit makes me shriek as you push at it. The freeze moves down between my lips but doesn't stop until it reaches my asshole.

My rosebud already wet, sticky from the first pop, you twist and turn the tip at me. My heat making it melt, you don't waste time and I feel you push it forward. Piercing me with it.

"Oh my god..."

The ice turning into slush into liquid but not before creating a new fire within me. The frozen fire so different from that burning my puffy pussy lips. The frozen shaft stabbing my insides before melting away.

When I think I can't possibly take any more, you withdraw the twisted remains clinging to the stick. As with the first, it is devoured by Barb's willing mouth.

My hips roll from side to side on the bed. Whimpering in my burning, only needing one or two well placed slaps to push me over the edge to the orgasm that awaits me. But I see no rush in you that indicates it will be granted.

Barb looks down at me, still holding my ankles in each hand. You're behind her again and I see your fingers find and pull and twist her nipples out towards me. Your mouth at her ear, I think to whisper again, but this time you speak loudly enough for me to hear. 

"Go ahead. Enjoy her now."

You release her breasts and she moves straight to my calf. Kissing and licking her way down it. I'm panting with lust and pent up need as our eyes meet. Watching Barb's wet pink tongue as it touches the tender spot where knee meets thigh.

Then one long lick and she is at me. Pushing my legs wide as she face is buried in my sex. I'm crying out but the words are lost even though I'm uttering them. Her tongue magic on my aching flesh.

A shot of electricity as she sucks on my clit. Then the current zags downward as her tongue goes between my folds. I hear her sucking, feeling her licking, boring her tongue deep inside me.

Her hands push my legs back up and she's at my ass, Rimming me then sucking, sucking, sucking. Drawing out the sticky mess in my ass.

I'm crying as I cum. Flooding her and the bed. Feeling a long finger probe into my ass as her mouth returns to my pussy.

She starts to lick me tenderly, helping me ease down from the heights of my orgasm, and I see you pull her face back. Showing me the sticky mess of her face.



Sunday Morning Wake Up Call



He was still asleep, at least halfway so, slowly drifting back to an awareness of the morning sun filtered through the closed blinds, illuminating the room with the soft warm glow of the day. Gradually his consciousness sharpened to the awareness of an intense, yet strangely soft feeling of wetness and motion on his nipples which were straining against, or perhaps towards, the touch of a wet tongue and lips teasing them and sending a direct current of sexual electricity to the energy center--some interior space that pulsed just behind his cock and pulsed slowly with a growing sense of desire and unfulfillment. This energy started to flow into and through his cock, which starting it to participate, in a twitching sort of motion, in its own awakening. It was as if his cock was aware of the intense pleasure being provided to his nipples and, jealous of them, attempted to match their straining desire towards that source of the deliciously intoxicating wetness above would notice its pleas for similar gifts.

His eyes opened slowly and sought to focus on the apparent source of all this exotic sensation. At first, he could see only a tangled mass of luxurious dark, almost black, hair which he recognized as Amanda's. Her head bobbed quickly from one side of his chest to the other as her tongue flicked, teased and, swirled around the tips of his nipples. Her teeth would gently grab each nipple in turn and she raised her head just a bit to tug at them. They had often talked about and compared this wonderful trait of their nipples having some kind of direct connection to their sex. It was almost as though they had two extra cocks/clits to share and play with during the delicious tension of sexual arousal.

Now he was fully awake and moaning softly. He fumbled clumsily in an attempt to extricate his arms from beneath the covers in order to reach over Amanda's back--she had her head lying across his torso, with her back to him--and cradle her soft and voluptuous breasts which he knew would have their own dark brown centers of pleasure waiting. Amanda's nipples were also a complete turn-on for him, jutting out almost a half-inch from the aureole when she was turned on. She had to be circumspect about wearing cotton tank tops and other tight-fitting clothes because if she happened to get excited (or if the weather turned cold!) it was quite obvious, and somewhat embarrassing for her state of excitement to be broadcast so directly. Something they had used to heighten their own pleasure out in public from time to time. 

As he tried to reach around and under her, Amanda, just lifted her head for a brief pause and said, "No....let me...." with a little laugh as she gently pushed his arms away and returned to the task at hand. Acknowledging the gift, he relaxed and started to abandon himself to the rush of sensations she created and offered him. While continuing to tease his sensitive breasts she now also started to run her fingertips, nails first, round and round his belly....circling, ever closer, inch by inch, toward the cock that was now completely stiff and straining, hoping somehow for her hinted touch. Then it came, and a renewed jolt of energy shot through his entire body, accompanied by a louder moan as her delicate fingers first teased then wrapped themselves around his penis in a firm but gentle grasp, squeezing gently, then relaxing their grip and sliding gently up and down.

Then in one swift and graceful motion, she abandoned his nipples and swung her right leg over his torso so that she now straddled him with her legs spread in front of his face and her breasts pressed against his stomach. The room now was filled with the sound of the growing intensity of each of their breathing and Amanda joined his moans with soft expressions of her own pleasure. She pressed close to him and now encircled his rock-hard cock with both of her hands which she slid to the very base of the shaft and pressed down in order to stretch the already distended skin even more tightly. Like a priestess with a chalice she held his cock tightly and gazed at it for a moment and then lifted and lowered her head and open mouth over it, engulfing it in the warm and wet of her mouth. Amanda knew what she was doing, and she knew this particular cock very well! Still holding the base, although with one hand now, she slid her mouth up and down, first slowly, then quickly. Then withdrawing and flicking the glans with her tongue and running her saliva-moistened other hand up and down the ridge on the bottom side of his penis. She knew just how far to go to keep him on the edge of the sexual cliff without falling off and exploding inside her mouth too quickly. There lovemaking from the previous evening had lessened that particular danger somewhat, but Amanda had plans for a more on this particular morning.

She continued to work on his cock with her hands and mouth, making sure to keep everything extremely wet and lubricated. Her own arousal was growing also, and he saw that the telltale glistening of wetness was appearing on her pussy lips which were providing him with the delights of their own view and fragrance in front of her face. Her pace on his cock hastened and now she moaned, "honey, honey, please eat me....please suck my pussy.." as she continued to suck and nibble and swirl and flick at his penis. He had no trouble complying and he reached up and grasped her hips and pulled her exquisite cunt to his mouth and began his own frantic explorations, licking furiously and plunging his tongue as deeply as he could into her vagina, now freely flowing with her feminine elixir. Then, with his left hand he reach forward and began to massage the outer area around her clit, which caused more frantic motion on his penis as she reflexively pressed her pussy hard into his mouth and began to rotate her hips around his face, heading for her own heights of sexual pleasure.

Then, while keeping his cock firmly in her mouth, she let go of the base and reached both her arms out and pushed against his inner thighs, spreading his legs as though she were about to fuck *him*, which, in a way she proceeded to do by licking and moistening the middle finger of her left hand and while never letting his cock out of her mouth, slid her lubricated finger up his asshole. Continuing to suck on his cock, she moved her finger in and out, pushing as deeply as possible and causing him to erupt in involuntary moans of indescribable pleasure. He (and she!) knew that this level of intensity couldn't last much longer....he felt pressure of oncoming ejaculation rising behind the dam as she continued her manipulations. 

Before it was too late, he reached quickly to the nightstand beside their bed and fumbled for the tiny vibrator which they kept there with their other sex toys.... He quickly sucked on the 3-inch toy, and then gently inserted it into Amanda's own ass and began to slowly slid it back and forth. He continued to kiss and suck her beautiful pussy and she now swallowed his entire cock as she moved back and forth and up and down, deep throating him. 

At precisely the same instant they both suddenly stiffened as the moment of eruption could no longer be delayed--not that either wanted to!!! Amanda's head went to the base of his cock one last time and stayed their as she felt it tense and gather itself for the coming explosion.... At the last possible second she pulled her head back and then held the penis at its base and directed the pulsating jets of creamy come over her face, her neck, her tits as she herself shivered and shook with waves of pleasure within her pussy and asshole. 

After the come had stopped, she gently took his penis in her mouth once more and gently tongued it clean as it lay, softly now, within her mouth. They rolled apart and turned to kiss, gently now. It was Sunday morning and they could lie together in the aftermath and afterglow a bit. They knew they were a gift for one another.



Sunday Mornings



He could hear her rhythmic breathing as he lay there staring up at the ceiling. His fingers were linked together, hands behind his head as he pondering last night’s events. What a treat she had been, dressed in the little get-up he’d bought for her while out running errands. She never failed to amaze him with the things she would do. Here he’d thought he had it all under control. Little did he know, she’d get him back real good; much sooner then he’d ever expected too.  A smile crept across his face at the thought of it all and he felt the stirring of something deep within his stomach.

Rolling onto his side he stared at her. She was lying on her tummy, her leg pulled up slightly. Her magenta curls lay across the back of her neck as he slipped his fingers into them, moving the tendrils away from her face. She was beautiful, had been since the first day his smoky blue eyes locked with her brilliant green ones. He had no idea she’d pull him in so deep, deeper then he thought he’d ever go, with anyone.

His eyes wandered to the swell of her breast and the pink tip that peaked beneath it. How he wanted to touch it, to roll it between his fingers and feel it harden to a tight bud against his touch. For him to take it between his lips, sucking it into his warm mouth where he’d run his tongue over it till she moaned and arched against him. He’d spend time ravishing one before moving his mouth to the other, giving it the exact same attention.

“Fuckin’ hell man!”

His voice caused her to stir and he took the oportunity to move in closer, to place his hand across the small of her back. 

“Sarah, you awake?”

“No, not really.”

His head was resting in his hand, as his fingers meandered to the edge of her panties. She was wearing his favorite ones again, the creamy satin bikini ones that were held together with what looked like a piece of string. He loved them! They were sexy as hell, but covered just enough to leave a bit to the imagination. He slipped his fingers inside, running them along the edge. The fabric felt so smooth to touch. He didn’t know which felt better against his fingertips, the coolness of the satin or the heat that radiated from her. 

“Can I take these off?”

“Mmhmm.”

That sounded like a yes to him! 

Getting to his knees, he looped his fingers into the sides of her panties, pulling them over the roundness of her bottom and down her long lean legs. His fingers brushed against the smoothness of her skin as he pulled them over her feet, throwing them to the floor, forgotten. What a site she was, her creamy skin against the white sheets, the contrast of her dark hair against the pillow she clung to. It was more then he could handle. 

Grabbing one leg, he bent it up slightly so he could kneel between them. His hands looked huge as he ran them down her back, his thumbs meeting in the middle to run down her spine. Sliding them up her sides, he held on, his fingertips brushing the curve of her breasts as he lowered his mouth, licking a trail across her lower back. She was moving beneath him while he sucked and nipped at that spot right where the curve of her bottom met with her waist, that spot she liked to be touched so much. He stayed there a while, his hair falling forward onto her as he savoring the feeling of her warm skin against his lips.

She was still lying face down, her head resting against her hands as he eased himself closer behind her. With his weight resting on one taught arm, he grabbed himself with his free hand to slide his hardness between her legs.

“Oh Christ, you’re so……wet!”

“I know……you’ve been turning me on.”

“I’m glad you’re awake.”

“Me too.”

“I love it when you feel like this, all slippery as I rub against you.”

“I love feeling you. Don’t stop.”

His free hand had wandered back over her hip and down her tummy, to slip between her legs and hold himself tight against her, spreading her folds open while he slid between them. He was slowly rocking his hips, savoring the feeling of gliding between her wetness and his own fingers.

“Can you feel that? Am I rubbing you in all those right places?”

“You always do.”

“I know. I know what you like.”

He could feel her juices running over his fingers.

“Oh God doll, I want inside you. I can’t wait!”

“Yes, just go slow.”

“I will. I won’t hurt you.”

“But you’re so……”

“I’ll go slow, like always. Pull you leg up a bit more.”

He angled his hips slightly as she arched her back, pulling her leg towards her chest. Slowly he eased the tip inside her, stopping after an inch or two.

“How’s that? Does it feel………”

“Oh yeah………I can feel you inside me. I love the way it feels.”

He placed the palm of his hand flat against her, his first two fingers spread across her slippery opening, holding them apart so he could feel himself sliding between his fingers and into her. 

“Aahh fuck you feel good………so good baby.”

Easing himself in more, he relished in the heat that now surrounded him.

She was so close to coming with his murmurings alone that she literally felt him run over that special spot deep inside her as he pushed his full length in, so painfully slow so that she could get used to him. 

“Stay still; let me feel you deep inside me.”

He obliged, pushing his hips up tight against her.

“Can you feel that………I can't wait. Are you ready?”

“Yes, I’m already there.”

He slowly eased himself out till he felt the ridge of himself against his fingertips. He pushed in again, all the way, determined for her to feel every inch of him.

“Fuck me, you’re tight. Just like the first time.”

Her body was quivering beneath him. He loved that. He loved watching her squeeze her pillow tight in clenched fists.

“Oh God, don’t stop. I’m going to……”

His fingers slipped from around himself to rub the hard pearl of her clitoris that he felt under his fingertips. He stayed pushed high inside, barely moving his hips so that he would rub over that special spot deep within her as his fingers brushed against her. He felt that familiar tightening as she tensed up and pushed her hips against him.

“That’s it doll, come for me. Oh yeah……just like that.”

He felt the familiar warmth run into his hand as she moaned and sighed against her clenched hands. He continued to rub till he felt her relax under him. Sliding his fingers down again so they were placed on either side again, he started his rhythmic pumping, slowly and steady, just the way he always did when they did it this way. He had to consciously stop himself from pushing into her hard and fast like he really wanted to. This had to be done slowly and meticulously.

“I want to come inside you; I want you to feel it.”

“Yes, I want you to.”

His breathing increased, but he kept his slow steady pace. He held on as long as he could, relishing in the heat and the feeling of her wrapped around him. With a primal groan, he pushed into her hard, holding still as his head fell forward, his long hair brushing across her shoulders. 

“Aahh fuckin’ Christ……”

She could feel him throbbing inside her, the warm liquid oozing out and spilling onto her thighs. She loved the feeling of his hair falling across her shoulders and tickling her skin, adding to the excitement of what was happening. 

He finally relaxed and lowered his chest onto her back, feeling the stickiness of her skin beneath him. His hand came up, brushing the tendrils from her neck. Lowering his mouth he nipped and sucked her shoulders, savoring the salty taste he found there. His breath was hot against her skin as he licked a wet trail up to her ear, continuing to whisper to her.

“I love Sunday mornings.”

“I know you do, so do I. Always have!”



Sunday Mornings



Random thoughts- I woke up today peaceful, unlike days before, my thoughts were with you, on my favorite day of the week, Sunday morning.

My wish is to wake up on Sunday morning without a clock, and without an agenda- the only agenda being to have a restful day and a day full of relaxation.

To start Sunday mornings, I would want you to roll over to find you sleeping peacefully, safe and sound beside me. 

As I watch you sleep, you must sense that I am watching you and you begin to wake up. Wanting you to wake so badly, I gently caress your side, and rub up to your shoulder, and then back down to your hip, over and over gain, very gently and without a word. 

As you begin to wake, I roll over closer to you and give you a kiss. A sweet kiss on the lips, breathing slowly and eyes open enjoying the moment. I watch you as I kiss you and hope that you are thinking what I am thinking. This lovely morning could only get better with some special morning time.

We are both warm from being in the bed all night, and I pull the covers back to see your amazing body. I push you back on your back and sit beside you. My hands rolling over your stomach, over to your left thigh. I lean over and kiss you on your left thigh, pressing my chest on your cock. I feel you waking up from head to toe. As I kiss your thigh, I move down, slowly, kissing every inch down to your knee. I push your knee over to the left, a little further, kiss the inside of your knee and move over to your right knee. I slowly kiss my way back up to your upper thigh. When I make my way all the way to your upper thigh I kiss on your stomach across, right below your belly button. Slowly kissing, rubbing and breathing as I make my way across. 

As I caress your stomach, I find my hands wondering up to your nipples. I run my palms across your nipples and tease them just a bit with my fingers. I'm across your stomach, with my chest on your stomach rubbing and kissing your left side. 

I pause to look up at you as the sun is hitting your face and you smile as I return to the journey I am on....pleasing you on my favorite day of the week. 

I push my way up and move my way in between your legs, positioning myself at the perfect spot to love on your cock, but not this morning. I stretch out to give you another kiss and as I stretch out I feel your cock waking up even more. 

I straddle you and feel your hard cock against my skin. I guide you into me and lean up for another kiss. I feel you stretching me and it feels so good. I sit back up to feel you deep inside me. I can fell your pulsating cock inside me, and it feels so good. You fill you completely and perfectly. You pull me towards you and I don't hesitate, I love to feel you inside me.

As you pull me closer you begin to sit up and roll me over to my back. You push my hair from my face, and come down for a kiss. You kiss me on the lips and then move over to the side of my neck, kissing and breathing. I love to feel your breath on my neck, you move over to the front of my neck and to the other side.....I can feel your hard cock on my legs as you move around me. I want your cock inside me...... You kiss down my side and your hand is on my other side, brushing down and across my stomach. As pause and as I did to your nipples you return the favor and run your hands over my hard nipples as you kiss my stomach. 

You look up and as we look into each others eyes, you climb on top of me and enter me slowly and gently. 

Eyes wide open, you glide in and out of me, slowly and then a little faster, and then back slow again. You are pacing yourself, so that this early Sunday morning can last longer. You pull almost all the way out, just barely touching your cock to my lips and then you push back in. I love to feel the head of your cock enter me. I ever so slightly gasp every time you enter me. I love it and you know it. You push deeply into me each time and pull me closer to you each time. I love feeling you inside me.

You push my knees back and they almost touch my chest. You pump harder and faster and deeper than before. I am moaning in delight....You slow back down and I beg for more..you come to me and kiss me right as we both cum together. 

After we both cum, you roll beside me and cuddle up to me. Both breathing hard and breathing together we are both relaxed. We are both sticky and hot and fall asleep together.

I wake up a little later and decide to take a nice bath. While I am enjoying some bubbles and music, I hear you walking around. You bring me a cold drink and light the candles beside the tub. You turn off the lights and leave me to relax for a while.

I get out of the tub to find you had taken my towel. I call for you to bring me a towel and instead of bringing me one, you bring two. You step into the tub and turn the shower on, keeping me in the shower with you. As the water runs over your back you pull me back to you, with me facing away from you. You push my hair to one side and begin to kiss the back of my neck, holding me around my hips and holding me close to you. I can feel the hot water hitting me and you kissing my neck feels wonderful. 

I turn towards you and on my tippy toes I raise up to kiss you. Holding each other close, we kiss and rub each others' back......I get out of the shower, before the hot water runs out and you are quickly behind me. You reach for a towel and I grab your hand instead. You step out of the shower and I begin to dry you off, inch by inch. Water is pouring onto the floor, I'm slowing drying you off, inch by inch, minute by minute. 

We head to the bedroom to get dressed, you following me and swatting me with the towel, playfully. As we walk across in front of the bed, you push me against the bed, with my backside facing you. I laugh and you pull yourself in close to kiss my neck and back again. We are angled perfectly for you to slide into me again for another round of play. This time it's not gentle or slow. It's with a forceful intent, and it's wildly exciting. My arms are draped across the bed as you pump into me, harder and harder, quickly until you cum. It was a nice surprise.......

After a while, we get dressed for an unplanned day. I make breakfast and we enjoy a late breakfast, not talking about work or current events or anything other than the mornings events and wishes for the rest of the day. 

Will we go to the hammock to enjoy the day, play in the pool or go for a ride for a picnic. Maybe all of the above and maybe none. Is it going to be a couch and movie day? Are we going to retreat to our individual space for some me time or is today a together day? Are you headed out to enjoy some boat time and I'm off for a pedicure at the spa...whatever we decide to do, it started off great and the way each day should be.