0 comments/ 18128 views/ 1 favorites Sunrise By: unsu2000 I pick you up early, just before sunrise. We haven't seen each other in awhile; the pressures of life have been keeping both of us far too busy. But this Saturday is just for us, a chance to be together. No distractions. It's a glorious spring day, and the air has a refreshing crispness that augers well for a fairly-long hike. Although it's cold when you step out the door - you see your breath as you kiss my lips lightly - we both know that the morning will warm up nicely as the sun climbs higher in the sky. I've told you where we were going - to Cape Split - but you've never been. I've a coffee ready for you, in a plastic, drip-proof Starbucks mug, and one for myself. We head out of the city as the sun throws furtive glances over this Victorian neighborhood. Halifax is deserted so early in the morning, and we fly through the intersections. Before long, we're over the bridge and on the highway, headed for the Annapolis Valley. The driving is easy. Before we've gone 10 miles, I've finished my coffee, and I reach over, just holding the inside of your knee with my hand. I don't caress, or squeeze, or fondle. I just hold you. You're so soft, and this moment, this place behind your knee, feels special. In an hour, we pull off the highway and travel through the charming village of Grand Pre, and then Wolfville, past lovely, historic homes and gorgeous, towering trees. And then through Canning, taking a road near the Sailor's Memorial that leads to the Bay of Fundy. Our eventual destination. Another 30 minutes along a narrow, winding road, and we're there. When we get out of the car, we hug and kiss, and I feel so happy to be holding this body that I know so well, and looking so intently in your eyes. The morning, now two hours old, lives up to our expectations. It's warming up nicely. Grabbing two lightly-filled knapsacks, we head over a farmer's field, and take a wide trail that leads off into a thick woods. We set a good pace. We hold hands for awhile, and chat amiably about everything and nothing at all. A few times, we stop and kiss, but mostly we walk. The trail narrows and meanders, up many steep inclines and down sudden descents, and we have to be careful because the way is cluttered with gnarled roots from so many old trees. You're smart and observant, pointing out so many subtle things that I might normally have missed. A fat porcupine that waddles beside us for a time, several woodcocks, a small bed of exotic mushrooms. I feel such a wave of affection for you, and squeeze your hand tightly. Occasionally, we hear the wind whistling, as though the woods might be ending, but that doesn't happen. Once in awhile, we hear the cry of seabirds, but we can't tell if the sea is nearby. And on we walk. The trees change, the gradient changes, the sounds change.... But we're still walking. It takes about 90 minutes, and we've hardly stopped. The suddenness of it surprises both of us. We see a small clearing from the woods, and then we're there. Cape Split. It's hardly very large. Maybe about the length of two football fields. But it's lovely. We're on a sandstone cliff, maybe about 500 feet high, jutting out into the Bay of Fundy. The tide, high at the moment, swirls wildly below us, and we can see the Nova Scotia and New Brunswick shores as they head to the Atlantic. We're so lucky; we have the place to ourselves. Seabirds are flying; they cover a small island just off the shore. If we're really blessed, we might just see a whale or two, although it's early in the season and too much to hope for. We run through the tall grass, to the edge of the cliff. I move much more slowly than you - obviously, you're better around heights than I am. And we lay our blanket there, and lie back, holding each other tightly. For a long, long time. Every once in awhile, we kiss. I'm surprised when you reach over and undo my belt and pants, exposing my cock, with no warning. I'm soft. You take my cock in your hands, and bring your mouth to it, sucking my soft cock with your lips. You take all of it in your mouth. For a moment, I feel nothing, and then my cock starts tingling as the blood begins to flow. Ahhh.... Such pleasure. You head bobs rapidly, up and down, as my cock quickly hardens, filling your mouth. Oh, it feels so sweet, so exquisite. Flits of pleasure run along my cock and through my body. So good, so incredibly good.... You really know how to drive me wild. Your tongue licks around my cock head, and you lick along my shaft slowly, looking directly into my eyes. When a large drop of pre cum appears, you rub it all over my cock until it's slick, and then proceed to lick me into a frenzy. My long, hard, thick cock quivers with anticipation. I can't move.... I'm so excited, so involved in what you're doing to me. Until finally, you take me in your mouth, all of me, sliding your lips up and down my shaft as you suck me. I can feel the cum rising, as I move deeper into your throat.... Ohhhhh God, Samantha, don't stop.... You're relentless, sucking me, licking me.... "Oh Samantha," I gasp, voice thick with pleasure, "that feels so good, so incredible... Suck me baby, ohhhh, god.... make me cum...." Oh, it's so intense, so incredible, I try to hold back as long as I can..... And then the release approaches so fast and hard..... I'm gasping for breath, holding onto your head, shaking uncontrollably... My cock twitches, and you pull it from your mouth, milking my cock with your hand, so that we both can see each spurt of hot cum, as it shoots into the air, covering your hand and my cock. Mmmmm, it feels so good.... And I look down at you as the contractions subside, and watch as your tongue licks my cum from your hand and from my cock slowly.... swallowing every last drop, never taking your eyes from mine. That's almost enough to make me cum again. I shiver with pleasure. And then you kiss me deeply, happy to have given me such an incredible gift this morning.... But you don't stop there. Before I can catch my breath, you're peeling your clothes off, exposing your lovely body to the bright sunshine and salty air. You smile, as you catch my eye, saying: "It's my turn now...." I get off the blanket, and remove the rest of my clothes, while you do the same. I start kissing all over your face, ears, neck..... Tracing a path down your body, awakening nerves with each lick of my tongue... Along your stomach, your thighs.... Kissing you tenderly, all over your mound..... I hardly know where to start, but your scent has me entranced. I insert two fingers deep inside of you, spreading the wetness over the rest of your pussy and your clit.... And then back inside... My lips surround your clit, pulling on it gently while my tongue slits back and forth across it, and you feel the warmth filling you... My fingers are inside, touching, exploring.... Until again, I spread your wetness all over your pussy.... And then I lick every bit of it up.... Moaning.... Lapping... So consumed by the thought of pleasuring you.... You spread your legs wide for me, inviting me closer, and I probe you deeply with my tongue.... And it feels good, especially as my wet fingers find your clit. You start thrusting against me, pushing hard.... Ohhh, it feels good, doesn't it, baby.... And you grab my head, holding me to you... As I suck, lick and finger you.... Finally, my lips cover your clit, and I lick it just the way you like it.... Until you cry, loudly... "Ohhhh, God... Samantha, I'm cumming.... Make me cum... Taste it.... Ohhhh, yessss........" You collapse against the blanket, exhausted, chest pounding... It was a good one... And I'm still licking up the remains of your orgasm.... Licking your cum.... And I feel your hands on my hair... And I move up to kiss each breast, before I move to your mouth so you can taste your honey.... And I lay down beside you.... We lay there in the sunshine - the ocean restless far below us - and kiss deeply. Tongues entwining, circling, probing. That alone is enough to excite me. The memory of you sucking my cock is enough to inflame me. I am so lucky to have you. So lucky. We kiss for a long time, feeling no need for haste. Soon I notice that your hand wanders down to your pussy, and you slowly stroke yourself, bringing more pleasure to your body. As we kiss, I feel that you're becoming increasingly intense, and I'm taken over by the urge to watch you masturbate. I ask you if I can watch you bring yourself to an orgasm, and you smile. "Sure... As long as I can watch you while I'm doing it...." And so we both kneel, not far from the edge of the cliff, the sun warming our bodies and the seabirds crying. First, you wet your fingers, and rub your nipples in turn, stroking them, circling them, kneading them. And then one hand wanders down to your pussy, and starts sliding through your lips. Each time you pass over your clit, I hear your breath catch in your throat, and it sounds wonderful. So I start stroking my cock, rubbing my hand down my entire length, my hips swaying gently with my movement. I never once stop looking at you, as my eyes move from your finger probing your pussy, to your eyes heavy with lust, and then back to your pussy. Your fingers are wet, and you're starting to moan, plunging one finger deeply inside repeatedly, letting me see everything you're doing. Your movements make me stroke myself harder. You know that you're turning me on, and the thought of me stroking my cock into an uproar because of you makes you feel so sexy. As you start circling your clit with your finger, and moaning loudly, I know that you're close to cumming. It hits suddenly, or so it seems to me, your body tensing, your fingers rife... Your breathing hard and rapid. A loud moan escape your lips... And you cum.... And I feel so good stroking my cock, the pleasure suffusing my limbs, but I'm not there yet.... That disappoints you for a moment, but when I quickly move over to you, to begin sucking your fingers, I tell you that I want to cum inside of you.... And you're ready for me. I kneel down, and you sit astride me, but with your back to me, your gorgeous ass pressing against my stomach, your hand grabbing my cock and angling it into your pussy. I gasp as I enter you - oh God, so soft, so wet, so beautiful. Entering you from here feels perfect now. You stay upright, your hands reaching over your shoulders to caress my hair and face. With one arm wrapped around your waist, I pull you tight to me - for the maximum skin contact, I love your soft, strong back - while I caress your breasts. With my other hand, I reach down to our joining, so I can stroke your pussy and feel my cock sliding in and out of you. After five minutes of slow, but deep thrusting, you reach down with your hand to feel my cock - long, hard, wet with your juices - as it enters your lips - which feel swollen and stretched. We're making love to each other, tenderly giving pleasure, exploring our bodies to the fullest. "Ohhhh... your cock....." you whisper. "It feels so big..... Mmmmm.... My pussy feels so tight and wet.... I love how you fill me..... This is so good." You don't need to tell me. If your pussy feels half as good as my cock right now.... God, the pleasure you're giving me... I pull you tighter, kissing your neck, ears, cheek... You take my hand and place it on your pussy, asking me to concentrate on your clit. I do that, circling it lightly, while my cock thrusts into you faster, rubbing against the front of your pussy, which feels like it's sopping. I start whispering in your ear, how beautiful you are, how your pussy is so delicious, how good you make me feel, how I've never been with anyone else like you.... All true, and it helps increase your enjoyment Mmmmmm.... I moan, feeling the magic spread along my cock and enter my body. You start squeezing your pussy muscles rhythmically, trying to give me more pleasure, and you are. You certainly are. "Come on, baby, I want to feel your cum," you say. And soon my cock is on fire, sliding in and out you recklessly. You slide your hand down to mine on your pussy to feel our coupling, and it excites you so much... Soon we're both gasping, and our bodies shake with desire. Your pussy feels so exquisite and you know that this orgasm will be incredible. I feel my balls tighten as they press against your ass, and know that it won't be long now.... You feel it building, Ohhhh God, and with a few experienced flits of your finger on your clit, you're bring it on.... "Oh, Richard, make me cum..." I want nothing more - so I thrust... harder, deeper, faster. My cock, so long and hard and thick pounding into your pussy like a piston, and the waves start, building, building, overflowing..... And then I slow, rotating my hips and cock while I'm buried deep within you.... I feel your pussy and asshole contract strongly, milking, squeezing my cock, taking me over the edge.... And I slow down, exquisite, slow deep thrusts, hard cock deep inside your wonderful wet pussy..... filling you with my hot cum, and I'm calling your name over and over and moaning uncontrollably.... I'm still inside of you. We both sink to the blanket, gasping, exhausted... But not satiated. I'm amazed, my cock is still hard, wanting more from you.... and even as we gasp for breath, you wiggle around, ready for another lovemaking position, another orgasm. But we hear them before we see them.... It sounds like a big group, children definitely among the number, and it takes every bit of will power I have to slide my cock from you... We don't bother with undergarments, just pull on our clothes..Luckily since we're surrounded by tall grass, no one sees us. It's a family, a mother, father and two young boys... And we share Cape Split with them for an hour or so as more and more hikers come calling.... Eventually, it's time to head back, our skin still flushed from our lovemaking. I hold your hand tightly, and we smile at each other, laughing often.... I don't know what it is about you, Baby... Sure, I had an active sex life before meeting you, but nothing like this. All I think about all day is being with you, of feeling your arms wrapped around my neck as you kiss me, of tasting you and nuzzling my cock inside your tender opening. We're alone in a restaurant, and I'm overwhelmed with the thought of touching you.... I see you across a crowded room, and I get hard watching you, the way you move. I see you smile, and my heart is pierced. I brush against your skin, and I'm gasping for breath. It's so incredible, such a rare gift... Samantha, you are so wonderful..... After we've walked about half an hour, you pull me closer to kiss you. You can feel my erection, and as if that wasn't enough, I take your hand in mine, and run it along my length. "Oh baby," you say as you stroke me, "I want to make love too." We head off into the woods, off the trail, running excitedly. Then we grab each other fiercely, peeling clothes from our bodies. You grab my cock like nothing else matters, and rub the pre-cum all over my shaft. Ohhhhh.... I lift you up, and back you against the huge oak tree in front of us. You wrap your legs around my waist, knowing that I plan to do you standing up; you put your arms over my shoulders holding on for dear life. We're both of like mind. Coming. Getting off. Nothing else matters. The second my cock gets close to your gorgeous pussy, you thrust your hips against me, taking me all the way inside you. We both gasp and moan loudly, not caring who might hear us. My whole body is tense with passion, and you feel that your climax is so close that you may as well start crying out now. Each time your arms grow tired, my hips and my cock lift you up... Soon you're bouncing against me wildly, a long, hard, incredible orgasm building. You call my name, and then: "Oh God, Oh God, it feels so good," you cry. But your words are drowned out by my own: "Oh Baby, your pussy is so beautiful... FUCK me, Baby.... Oh baby, make me cum...." Soon I can feel your pussy milking my cock as you cum, and I'm there with you, gasping, my lips against yours, my tongue probing your mouth, and I moan deeply... You can feel my cock twitch and feel my cum - hot and wet - spray inside of you, filling you.... Ohhhhh.... Before your orgasm stops, I'm there. I've pulled my slick cock from your pussy, and brought my face down to your beautiful pussy so that I can go to work again... You don't think you have any energy left, your legs feel weak, but as my tongue starts licking along your smooth wet skin, you sense that maybe you're not finished after all. You lift your right leg, placing it on my shoulder so that I can easily reach you. And then you reach down with your hands to spread your pussy lips apart. And I do exactly what you're hoping I'd do... I start licking and sucking at your gorgeous pussy, sucking your juices and my cum from your dripping pussy, and the thought of it drives you wild. Immediately, a second orgasm rises right after the first, and I can feel your pussy spasm around my tongue... And as that orgasm decays, I move my lips and tongue to your clit, fluttering, sucking, licking, until your body buckles and you feel yourself cumming again, Ohhhhh.... Just a little more, a little harder... Oh,God Oh,God Oh,God Oh,God...... It's almost as if I know exactly what your body needs, each time you feel like you couldn't cum again, my tongue probes you deeply..... or I stick a wet finger deeply into your ass as I lick your clit.... Or I start massaging the thin skin between your ass and pussy... And you respond.... Sheer ecstacy, over and over, so good, so good.... Until your body is liquid, your legs shaking so much that you can no longer stand, and you pry my head away from your pussy, and sink down to me... And we embrace, sweating, gasping, blissful and exhausted.... And we kiss.... Endlessly. Sunrise A sliver of sunlight peeks through the closed window blinds. The sun is here, bringing the morning that is going to take you away from me. I roll over, and gently brush your cheek. You stir, smiling and exhaling deeply. I place my arms on either side of you, lean down and kiss your lips. Lightly at first, but more deeply as you awaken. Without breaking the kiss, you reach up and wrap your arms around my neck, drawing me in. I relax my arms and let my chest rest on yours. I feel your heart beating, fast. You run your fingers through my hair, digging your fingernails into my scalp. I break the kiss and move my mouth to your neck. I know what it does to you when I kiss you there, in your special spot, right at the base of the head near your ear, but still on your neck. I feel your body shudder as a moan exits your mouth. You turn your head to the side, giving me better access to your favorite place. I play with your skin with my tongue. Grinding my tongue against your flesh. Your body reacting with signs of intense pleasure. I feel my erection strengthen as you squirm. Having had my fill with your neck, I move to your second favorite spot, your ears. I gently bit and tug at your earlobe. You respond with a kinky giggle, just like you always do. While you are still giggling, I run my tongue around the outer edge of your ear. You stop giggling right away and take in a deep breath. I let my tongue explore the inner caverns of your ear. You breathing increases and my erection grows, my dick throbbing and my balls tightening. I want to be inside you so bad. But I know how much better it always is when I don't rush. I slide my tongue down your neck, up your cheek resting it on your mouth. I use it to gently part your lips and your tongue meets mine. We flick at each other, rolling our tongues around each others. You gently grab my tongue with your teeth. And pull me close to you with your hands. We kiss, deeply. passionately. I break our kiss and slide my tongue down your chin. I let my tongue ride down your neck and onto your chest. I kiss my way over to your right breast, while my hand reaches for your left one. With my hand, I let my fingers brush lightly against your nipples. I feel it grow hard, and your breathing increase slightly. You are almost panting now. I rub my finger in a circle around your nipple, and then I flick it with gently, simulating what I am about to do with my tongue. I grab your breast with my hand and equal parts groping and massaging. My lips have kissed their way to your right breast. I let my tongue quickly flick your nipple, you squirm under me and moan. "More," you whisper, begging. I increase the rate that my tongue is attacking your nipple. It feels impossible that your nipple could get any harder. I lightly bite at it, and then press my mouth against your breast and suck. You instantly buck your hips, involuntarily, gasping for air. "Yes," you moan. I suck hard like a baby seeking milk. Your panting grows more rapid. The throbbing in my loins intensifies. I love pleasing you. My left hand still groping your left breast, my mouth busily sucking on your right one, my right hand seeks out your stomach. I brush my hand against your smooth skin. Smooth like a babies butt. I feel gooseflesh develop in response to my touch. You half moan a giggle. I slide my hand down your skin resting near your mound. I can feel the heat radiating from your crotch. Your panting is starting to get intense. Your impatience overwhelms you. You grab my hand with yours and plunge my fingers into your pussy. I stop sucking, look up at you and smile. You don't notice. Your eyes are rolled back in your head. Your head in the same position it was when I was kissing it. You lick your lips. I reposition my body so that I can kiss you. I take my hand off your breast, tilt your head and envelop your lips with mine. Your mouth tightens in a smile. You kiss me back, pressing hard against me. Sending your tongue in between my lips, exploring the caverns of my mouth. You continue to tell my hand what to do with yours. We are playing with your clit now. Your hips are are moving in time with your heartbeat, fast and fluid. I break our kiss. I slide my body so that my head can reach between your thighs. "Oh, yes. Please!" You beg. You really like it when I please you orally. I smile, then lean down to kiss your pussy. You juices are flowing into a small puddle on the bed. I take some in with my tongue. I love the way you taste. I breath in deeply, taking in your smell. I fiercely attack your clit with my tongue. "Fuck! Yes!" You scream. Loud enough to wake the neighbors. My tongue quickly alternates between flicking and rubbing your clit. Your hips buck against my mouth. I place my hands on your hips so that I can keep my head in position. You grab my head with your hands. Sharply digging your fingernails into my scalp. Your moaning is becoming a constant murmur. Every now and then you whisper "Yes." and "Fuck." I take two fingers from my left hand and slip them inside your pussy. I press the tips of the fingers hard against your g-spot. A rub your g-spat hard with my hand while my tongue and lips have their way with your clit. "Fuck!" You yell. I feel your vagina walls close hard on my fingers and start convulsing. The bucking of your hips grows more intense. Your breathing is hard to hear over your moans. "Oh, fuck, yes." You say, throwing your head against the pillow and arching your back. Your whole body freezes and your toes curl. I move my body up so that I can kiss you. Before I have finished, you grab my ass cheeks hard, your long fingernails biting at my skin. You pull my hips sharply into yours and start grinding your crotch against my dick. You taken your hands off my ass, only to shove my off of you, forcing me to roll over. You straddle my stomach, lean down and kiss me, hard. Aggressively slipping your tongue into my mouth. Letting me know that you are hungry for more. Both motions let me know that you have just taken charge. You run your fingernails down my chest. Stopping to play with my nipples. I buck my hips. Trying to position my dick so that it will slip inside you. You wave your finger at me in a disapproving motion as your firmly sit down on my hips. Showing me that my squirms are futile. You lean over and suck at my right nipple hard while your finger plays with my left one. "Please!" I beg. My entire crotch is throbbing for you. Precum is leaking from the tip of my dick and running down the side of my leg. Feeling my dick moving around, you reach back and play with the tip, sliding your finger around and taking advantage of the natural lubricants. You grab my dick with your hand and pump up and down. Though it does not seem possible, my dick grows even harder in response to your touch. "Now were are ready," you say with a smile. You lift your hips up and position my dick against your pussy. You thrust your pussy down against my dick letting my dick stretch your vagina as it slides in. You moan. I feel like I could cum right away, but I don't dare. You lean down to kiss me and start grinding your hips against me. I am all the way inside you now, and you like it that way. You lift your hips off of mine and let my dick slide mostly out of you, stopping just short of letting the head out. Then you violently slam your hips against mine. You repeat this motion twice. Grinning at me as I gasp in response to each thrust. Figuring out your timing, I curve my hips up to meet yours. We slightly increase our rhythm with each thrust. Our thrusting grows in speed, both of us panting, looking into each others eyes, sharing pleasure with each motion of our hips. I feel my balls tighten. "I'm going to cum," I moan. "I want your cum inside me," you beg. You squeeze my dick with your vagina walls, and I start to explode inside of you. We continue slamming into each other. My dick throbbing and bouncing as it releases its load. My balls throb pumping everything they have inside of you. You collapse on top of me, sweating, panting. You rub your fingers across my cheek just as your alarm goes off. "Good timing," you say. You get up sliding off my shrinking dick, and start walking towards the bathroom to take your morning shower. I can see my cum running down the inside of you legs. You look back at me, still on the bed, and wink. "Are you going to finish helping me get ready?" you ask. I get up off the bed and follow you into the shower. But that is another story. Sunrise The sun hadn't yet glanced over the dark horizon when she woke, although the night sky had begun to lighten by immeasurable degrees. The trees outside her windows were cast in dark relief against the blue-gray background, and she could just barely make out the mountains off in the distance. She was curled on her side and she stretched, her back arching, legs straightening as she pushed her arms over her head. One hand slid along his rough jaw, her fingers encountering morning stubble. She stayed a minute to rasp it against her soft palm, savoring the sensation. She was about to lower her hand when he caught it in his and pressed a soft kiss to it, his tongue darting out to slide between her fingers. She giggled and wriggled back against him. With a low growl he slid his hand over the silky skin of her belly, and she arched again, grinding her ass against his groin. She laughed when she encountered his hardening cock, a low, sultry, husky, completely feminine sound, more seductive than anything he'd ever heard. His hand slid lower along her abdomen until his fingers were resting on her mound. He felt her tremble as his fingertips danced along her skin and he slid one lower, dipping between her lips to flutter against her clit. She whimpered, wrapping one leg back around his, opening herself to his caress. His fingers slid easily through the wetness coating her slit, dipping and teasing as she ground back against him, his cock nestled firmly against her ass. She reached back, wrapping her cool fingers around his thick shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip until he was thrusting into her hand. She shivered as his lips danced across the sensitive skin on the back of her neck, and she let her head fall forward as he kissed and sucked, his fingers still circling the bundle of nerves hidden between her lush thighs. He groaned, sliding his fingers down to tease the entrance to her tight pussy, easily sliding two of them into her depths. He thrust harder into the snug grip of her hand as he felt her wet flesh wrap around his fingers, taking them deep and clenching around them as her hips arched. He hooked them in her, rubbing gently across that spot that drove her wild, and he grinned as she cried out. He slid his fingers from her and put his hand to her lips. He growled low in his throat as she sucked them into her mouth, licking her juices off of them, her tongue wrapping around his fingertips. She opened her legs a bit wider, and slid his cock down until it was resting against her pussy lips. She bit her lip as he slid easily against her, the head of his cock gliding across her aching clit. She reached behind her, her hand finding his hip as he thrust against her, the exquisite friction making her gasp. Her pussy clenched, wanting something to fill the emptiness inside her, but his cock continued gliding across the little nub above, driving her wild. "Please," she whispered. He grinned, his lips once again finding the skin of her neck, kissing and suckling as his cock slid back, then pushed firmly against the tight entrance of her dripping pussy. They both caught their breath as he slid easily into her, burying his cock in her snug depths one inch at a time. His groin came to rest against her ass and she cried out softly, her pussy wrapping tightly around his throbbing cock. He flexed in her, but didn't move, delighting in the sensation of her hot wet flesh clasping his hardness. He could feel her pulsing around him as his cock throbbed, buried deep in her. She whimpered, moving her hips back and forth along the length of his shaft, his head stroking against her walls as she slid along his cock. She felt his hand slide along her belly as she rode him, holding her tight to him. She felt more than heard him growl as he began to thrust into her, driving his cock even deeper inside her. She clenched around him, meeting every thrust and swallowing the length of his cock with her snug pussy. She moaned his name, holding onto his hip as he buried his cock in her. Her hips and back arched, taking him as deep as possible. He thrust harder and faster, feeling her contract tightly around him. She began whimpering continuously, and he buried his cock deep on every stroke, wanting to feel her wet flesh rippling around him. He held her tight against him, driving firmly into her as he slid his hand down to feather a finger against her clit. His fingers slid easily against her, and he rubbed gently, loving how her fingers dug into his hip with each pass over the aching bundle of nerves. He felt her pussy tighten as her body tensed and he grinned fiercely, his cock slamming into her as she came, causing her tight sheath to spasm around the throbbing thickness of his cock. He went wild, burying his cock in her pussy as it rippled around his cock, milking the hard flesh. He held her tightly to him as he came, his cock pulsing in her as she pulsed around him. He growled, feeling her take every last drop into her depths. She grinned, arching her back as his hand drew lazy circles over her stomach. She felt him deep in her, softening by degrees as she snuggled back against his hard warmth. They fell asleep as the sun's first rays burst into the room, bathing it in a soft glow. Sunrise The gritty surface of the roof dug red pinpoints into her bare thighs, but she hardly noticed. She brought the bottle of Jim Beam to her lips for another searing gulp and hissed as the burn turned to numbness in her belly. Her sigh came out as a sob and she let her head fall loose on her neck, her face twisting into a grotesque mask of pain. Fuck. Fuck him. Fuck them all. She was done. Out of here. There was no way she was going to put up with this bullshit anymore. People walking all over her, treating her like she was some kind of communal whipping post just because she wasn't In The Band. Hell, she paid rent here, too. More than her share most of the time, the broke-ass motherfuckers. And cleaned up after them. And kept the kitchen stocked. And kept him from flipping out on them when he was in one of his moods. It had all been bearable, kind of, as long as she had him to turn to, but after last night... Jesus, he wasn't even sorry. She could see it in his eyes. He'd looked up at her from between that bitch's legs, his mouth still wet, and he'd licked his goddamn lips and smiled. Motherfucker. "Why don't you join us," he'd said, winking. Like it was some party she was fashionably late for. No big deal, we're just having a good time. You can too if you don't start acting crazy and ruin the fun for everyone. No broken promises, here. No broken hearts. Yeah. All that from a wink. When you know someone as well as she knew him, you don't even have to speak. She could read his thoughts in the careless shrug of his shoulders and the warning cock of his eyebrow. She took another long pull from the bottle and coughed mid-swallow, the burn invading her sinuses and giving her another excuse for the tears streaming down her cheeks. When her eyes finally stopped watering they fell on the horizon, vaguely registering the thin streaks of pink beginning to appear in the clouds. Sunrise. March fifteenth. His birthday. She dug the little silver rectangle out of the pocket of her shorts, the white lining of her pocket coming with it, dropping bits of denim lint onto the glittering shingles. The metal was smooth and warm under her thumb as she ran it over the engraved surface. There wasn't enough light to see the words, but she didn't need to see them. They were engraved in her memory: "To my Outlaw, I love you for free. Forever, Dragon Bait" The top flipped open easily and the heavy smell of butane settled in the back of her throat, but her thumb just caressed the wheel without striking it. She would have, too. She would have loved him forever. For free. Not a single one of those other assholes could say that. As much as they looked down on her she knew what they were really about. They all wanted something from him; just waiting for him to hit it big, riding along on his coat tails, getting antsy and eager now that success seemed imminent. She never wanted anything from him, she just wanted HIM. The girls, always around but never before threatening to her, had become more aggressive lately. She'd seen their snide looks and registered their jealousy, but felt confident, smug even, in the knowledge that what he shared with her was bigger than lust. Stronger than ambition. He was hers no matter what. Forever. That's what he'd said. Liar. "Goddamn mother fucking liar!" Her voice surprised her when it came out thick and slurred. She must have drunk way more than she thought. The rosy glow in the east grew and she held the bottle up to the light, measuring her drunkenness in amber inches. Fuck. Her thumb struck the wheel. Fuck him. The flame glowed with gentle warmth in her hand. Fuck them all. She stood unsteadily on the pitched surface and turned the bottle up. It splashed against her bare feet, surprisingly warm, and ran down the roof away from her, soaking into the shingles as it went. Her eyes lifted again to the sunrise, which in another mood she might have considered a beautiful promise of a fresh new day. The tiny flame in her hand seemed more promising to her at the moment. She crouched down and touched it to the wet spot at her feet and it caught, dancing licks of pale blue chasing each other down the roof in the direction the liquid had run. It was mesmerizing and for a few minutes she just stood there, caught in its dim glow. Time to go. The edge of the roof cut into her fingers as she lowered herself down, feet seeking the purchase she knew was there. She'd done this a hundred times before, climbing down from her secret getaway spot. Of course she wasn't usually quite this drunk. Where the fuck was that window sill? Her toes reached, stretching further than she knew they needed to and her fingers trembled with the effort of holding on. Her head spun from whiskey and panic and her legs frantically bicycled against the vinyl siding. She looked down trying to see her foothold, but all she saw was the driveway, blurred and wobbly, impossibly far away. And getting closer. Shit. Warm sunlight spread over the house as the light dimmed in her eyes. The thick liquid running down the driveway toward the gutter slowly turned from black to red as the earth lit up. On the roof the blue flames burned themselves out and disappeared. In the driveway lay broken things. An empty bottle. A silver lighter. And a girl. Sunrise The candle was almost spent. It had burned throughout the night and now, as dawn approached both its life and hers were almost over. A few well constructed lies and some devious plotting was all it had taken to have her arrested. Her trial had been little more than a staged farce and now, her sentence hung around her like a shroud, waiting for the rising sun to make it reality. She half smiled in the darkness of her cell, her bright, summer sky blue eyes sparkling in spite of the lack of light. It was funny how one word could invoke such hatred and fear in people. Witch. Whispered in corners and behind closed doors, then later yelled to her face, each time dripping with venom and detestation. She couldn't help who or what she was. Shifting her position, groaning a little as the stone wall scratched against her back through the thin white dress she'd been given to wear. Raising her bound wrists to push some of her jet black hair out of her face. Sat on the floor of the cell, she could just see out of the room's only window. Outside, the tops of the trees beginning to glow with the light of the dawn, the sky was streaked with cloud, each edged in gold. "Seems a good day to die..." She murmured quietly, closing her eyes and taking a deep, steadying breath. Her mind full of a million and one thoughts, all jostling and tumbling around like leaves in an autumn breeze. But those at the forefront of her mind were of what had gotten her into trouble in the first place. Adam. The son of one of the local land owners and promised in marriage to the daughter of the head of the village council. She smiled to herself and felt a wave of warmth rush over her as her mind began to replay the images within it. Broad shouldered and tall, with piercing brown eyes and an unruly mop of dark brown hair falling into them, he had most of the women in the village lusting after him. He was soft spoken and modest by all accounts. She had to admit she'd caught herself staring at him more than once whilst walking through the market place, but that was as far at it went. Until one day, she had noticed him staring back. That day he'd followed her home to her small cottage just outside the village. Loitering in her doorway as she'd headed inside, emptying her basket of vegetables. Occasionally glancing towards the door to see him watching her, his arms folded across his chest, his gaze serious, bordering on the curious. He had heard the rumours of her and her 'mysterious' beliefs. He knew as well as nearly everyone else in the village of at least someone who'd gone to see her for some herbal remedy or other advice. But something else had drawn him to her cottage that day. If he was honest, he'd always been aware of her. She had arrived in the village suddenly one day in the early spring, her past a mystery that no amount of questioning would reveal. She looked like no other woman he had ever seen. Hair as black as a winter's night and blue eyes that were both icy cold and burning with a kind of inner fire all at the same time. It was true that her womanly figure, narrow waisted with gently rounded hips and a more than generous chest, had intrigued him as much as her entrancing eyes had done but it wasn't the graceful sway of her hips that had convinced him to follow her. Part of it was curiosity, why was she as mysterious as was, what was in her past that she didn't want to share. Part of it he knew was lust, pure and simple, a human need he couldn't completely ignore. But part of it, the largest part of it, he couldn't explain. He was as if some unseen force was drawing him to her cottage. He'd stood there all afternoon, not speaking a word to her. Just watching as she picked some herbs from the plants growing on her window sill, while she sat by the window and sewed up a tear in one of her dresses. Every now and then she'd look up to see if he was still there. He stayed until the sun began to set and then he wandered away. Every day for the next week he did the same thing. He'd appear at the end of her garden, almost hanging around like a shy boy, too timid to talk to her. And she let him stand and watch, occasionally leaning against one of the trees next to her home. He was doing no harm and, even though there was no conversation of any kind between them, she felt a kind of completeness when he was there. Then after a week of standing, waiting and watching he spoke to her for the first time. She had been tending to the plants beneath her window when he had approached. Sensing him drawing closer she had stood up, brushing her dusty hands on her dress as she turned to face him. There had been a pause, his eyes looking across her upturned face before, "You've been traveling for a long time, haven't you?" His voice was gentle. "Yes, yes I have," She replied, a little surprised by the question. He looked away for a moment, glancing at the surrounding countryside before looking back into her eyes. "They say you're different," His tone wasn't accusatory, it was almost sad. "Everybody's different," She'd smiled softly, fighting the urge to reach up and brush some of the hair from his eyes. A smile had twitched the corners of his lips for a moment or two. "Some people say you can do things...magical things..." He eventually replied, stepping closer to her. "I like to think there's a little magic in everyone..." She'd whispered, suddenly aware of how close their bodies had become. "They say you're a witch..." His voice was low as he had moved even closer, only an inch or two separating them now. "What do you think I am...?" She had asked huskily, desperate to know the answer. There had been a moment of silence, both of them just looking deep into one another's eyes and then he stepped forwards. His strong arms wrapping tightly around her smaller frame, drawing her forwards, his mouth claiming hers in a hungry kiss. They stumbled back inside the comparative darkness of the cottage, their hands exploring each other's bodies. The kitchen table had prevented their movement further inside but neither of them noticed. Landing against it, his body on top of hers, his strong hands began carefully sliding her dress from her shoulders and his mouth kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed. She had sighed as his mouth had found her breasts, moaning as their bodies had become one in the warm sunlight of the afternoon. Their mouths locked in an endless kiss as they embraced tighter and tighter, sharing something more passionate and intense than a mere physical act. It felt as if it was meant to be. After that magical afternoon they made love every night, every morning...every chance that they managed to sneak away together, away from prying eyes. Then, as was inevitable, one day they had been careless...they were seen...and, of all people, by his fiancée's mother... She had followed him to the cottage and walked in to find them in a most compromising position next to the fireplace that no amount of creative storytelling would get them out of unscathed Then the rumours about her having 'bewitched' him and having 'cursed' others in the past had become rife. He had been sent away, to deal with family matters it was said. She knew he'd been sent away to be kept away from her. But it didn't matter, she had the memories to keep her warm at night against the cold stares of the villagers and their bitter, sniping comments in her direction whenever she ventured into the village. Memories of their bodies entwining in the light of the setting sun, sharing a passion for life that they hadn't found with anyone else... Then there was water. Icy cold water pouring down on her. The door to the cell had been opened and a boulder like man stood in the doorway with a now empty bucket in one hand. "No time for pleasantries this morning, I see," She shook her head slightly, shaking some of the water from her face and hair. "C'mon girlie," The boulder grunted, stepping forwards and unceremoniously yanking her to her feet. "Time to meet your maker..." "Not unless you meet yours first..." She smiled, one dark eyebrow arching ever so slightly as her eyes began to glow. A sudden breeze began to rush through the cell, whipping her hair back from her suddenly serious expression. His eyes widened as the temperature in the cell rose dramatically. "What...what's going on...?" He tried to demand, although his voice was more of a frightened gasp than his previous rumbling tone. His grip released on her arm and he stumbled back, his face suddenly pale and his hands clutching at his chest. She barely blinked as he hit the doorframe and slid silently to the floor. "You...you bitch..." The words faded on his lips as his life's light faded in his eyes. "Life's a bitch, I'm just a witch..." She smirked as she stepped over his body, now slumped in the doorway. Shaking her mane of hair back behind her and squaring her shoulders, she walking calmly from the cell and out into the village. Before she left town, she had one or two other 'debts' that needed repaying, one or two wrongs that needed to be put right. Then she would leave, her time in this village had passed, it was time to move on. Maybe she would meet Adam somewhere down this road, then again, maybe the road after that. It didn't matter when or where, she knew they'd meet again. It was the way things were...the way things had always been... Smiling in the early morning sunshine, she headed to her cottage, packing a small basket with the few personal items she cared deeply about, some crystals and a small hand bound book, the cover well worn, a square of purple cloth wrapped carefully around a deck of cards and a few other bits and pieces. Not too many clothes, nothing too big or too heavy. It was always the same. Eve had always traveled light. Sunrise "Breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Good girl." Blindfolded and topless, she sat comfortably in the upholstered chair. Black ropes secured her forearms - from elbow to wrist - to the armrests. Her lower legs were similarly secured to the front legs of the chair. Yet another rope wound repeatedly at her waist and her lower and upper ribcage to affix her torso to the back of the chair. This was one of the rare occasions when she was not wearing her collar, specifically because of what was about to take place. "you look wonderful like this," I informed her, and she smiled appreciatively. It struck Me then just how obscene a smile can be in the right circumstances, and given that she was topless and blindfolded and held in place by black ropes, her smile definitely looked obscene. With an obscene smile, I was afraid that if she grinned, it would somehow profane the experience. The house was perched upon a plateau with a nice view over the valley to the east. The main reason I had bought this place as a second home was to enjoy the sunrise, unfettered by trees or buildings: All that separated the house from the valley was about twenty yards of grass, a wooden fence, and a drop of about six hundred feet. It was an excellent setting for this. Throughout the night, I had played with her - some pleasure, mostly pain, just the way she liked it. For the past hour, I had purposely kept her blindfolded, and as dawn approached, it was time. After one more appreciative view of her flogger-reddened chest, I moved to stand behind her. As I waited for the right moment, I gently ran My fingers through her lengthy disheveled hair, ultimately gathering it in My hands and tugging gently, causing her head to tip back over the back of the chair and exposing her throat. she moaned softly, and I could tell from the sound that fatigue was getting the best of her - after all, she had not enjoyed the benefit of coffee throughout the long night. "I'm almost finished with you," I assured her. "Just a little longer, little one." "Yes, Master," she whispered in acknowledgement. Still maintaining the tug of her hair, I reached into My shirt pocket and withdrew the sunglasses, opening and donning them with a single hand with practiced ease. I pulled harder, back and down, causing her torso to strain against the ropes securing her to the back of the chair. she groaned softly, in part from the growing discomfort in her scalp, in part from the ropes biting into the unprotected skin of her upper and lower chest. she was breathing a little harder, a little faster. I took advantage of her body's natural reaction to the discomfort and, still pulling her fair hair, I quickly removed the blindfold and tossed it aside. she squealed from the daylight, naturally blinded after having spent so much time in complete darkness, and as soon as her squeal had ended, My free hand grasped her neck. With one hand hurting her and one hand preventing her from breathing properly, I smiled. Within seconds, the first ray of daylight would rise above the distant clouds and truly blind her. Just before the first golden ray befell U/us, she began to truly struggle, the growing pain in her scalp augmenting the discomfort across her upper and lower chest, the lack of proper oxygen starting to induce a panic within her. "That's right," I told her. "Struggle for Me. Suffer for Me." she could not see or feel it, but I am certain that she knew Me well enough after several months to know it: I was aroused. My erection was pressed against the back of the chair, which given My position was as close as I could come to pressing my manhood against her. her gasps, her wheezes, her sputters further thrilled Me, and certainly the day's first rays of sunlight were providing yet more distress for her. Twice I briefly allowed her to breathe properly - just long enough to refill her lungs before My hand tightened anew around her neck. The power I had over her was great, the ability to control something so basic as whether or not she could breathe quite heady. When at last the sun had fully risen above the distant clouds, I slowly released her neck and her hair. "Good girl," I praised, massaging her shoulders as she loudly inhaled as much oxygen as her lungs could handle. "you have definitely earned your rest." she had also earned her way into My bed. Sunrise Early rays of sunlight start to break through the window as you slowly wake up. Half awake you feel your body craving and your mind slowly drifting of.. Somewhere in the back of your mind you notice your nipples are primed before you lose yourself in dreams again. 10 maybe 15 minutes later you slowly wake up again, still half asleep you just feel the hunger of your body and you start to moan as the feeling grows stronger. You don't care.. you don't understand, you just don't want this to stop. Your body starts to move with this sweet sensation, there's that warm rush again and you start to arch your back as to let it flow throughout your entire body and taking in that warm soft rush afterwards. Slowly as you wake up you remember you went to London to meet up with everyone but instead we stayed in the hotel room the entire night. Your head turns from left to right as the fire starts to build up in your loins. You want to... you need to feel this deeper... completely as turn back the sheets and slowly slide your hands down your body. Your fingers glide over your primed breasts, down your belly until your fingers reach short hairs. Your finger try to grab them as you force my head deeper in you. 'Good morning my love' I sweetly whisper as I look up to you, but you still have your eyes closed to experience this sweet sensation to its fullest. I open my mouth again and place it over your thong, breathing out and pushing my warm breath through the already wet thong into you. My tongue slowly whisks up over the ruined fabric as I restart to lick you. My fingers grab hold of your thong as I pull it together. The fabric entwined as a string I pull her up, letting her sink between your lips, soaken with wetness. I pull her up further letting her rub your clit doing so as my tongue licks your uncovered lips. Slowly picking up pace, I keep on rubbing her with the string as I see your body move under my constant attention. I look up from between your legs and gaze over your flat belly up to your full and beautiful rounded breasts rolling up and down as your breathing becomes harder. Your right hand fingers are caressing them, your fingers playing with your full primed nipples while your other hand is grabbing hold of the bed sheets. I take your string in my hands and gently pull her over your legs as I move back on the bed. Your legs are upwards and together, squeezing the wetness out over your pressed together lips as it slowly drips down. I start to kiss the back of your feet. My tongue twirling over them... teasing... playing until my lips suck in your toe. You feel my lips take her in and start to nibble on her before I let her go again. With long strokes I wet the back of your feet as I guide them down, holding one in each hand. You feel them going down, pushed together with my hard cock between them. With my hands helping your feet start to stroke my erection. You feel your toes slide over it, feel the throbbing head between them and feel the hunger explode inside you. You need to feel me inside you. Now! Not later, you want my cock to buried deep inside you, pounding you, releasing it's warm cum inside you and stay there. Now! I lift your legs up again and place them against my shoulders as I move in closer to you. You feel the warm head press up against your lips as it slides over them and back out again. You bite your lips in anticipation as you feel it slide over them again, this time a little between them until finally you feel it press up against you. As I slowly push till your body accepts the penetration and it slides in all the way. You feel my cock take you inch by inch thrusting deeper inside of you, filling you as your body arches back and you scream out in joy. Softly I start to ride into you, my cock deep inside of you until my balls clash against your arse. Each thrust ripples throughout your entire body as your belly flexes, your breasts roll and you swing your head. Each thrust is faster and harder until your body is caught in a constant wild prelude to the climax. I keep riding into your legs, constantly pounding as I feel my cock buries himself deep inside you. Pushing out your wetness, stretching you open to take him deeper. Your muscles convulse with each penetration, holding him tight deep inside of you. I slowly let your legs slide down aside of me, spreading you wide for me as your body trembles. I arch myself backwards and begin pounding you fierce fully. Thrusting up inside of you with all my strength and as fast as I can. You stutter and moan as your entire body shakes under my relentless penetration. You lose your grip on the sheets and wildly try to cling onto something to grab hold and resist. I feel the head of my cock slam into you with each violent thrust until I finally slow down again and retract myself from you. My arms reach under your knees as I pull you up and closer to me. With a growl I burry my face between them and start sucking up your wetness. With my lips parting your lips farther I suck and swallow your warm wetness. My tongue licking up from within you like a spoon, each time the tip of my tongue caressing your clit. My mouth slowly closing around her, until I suck her in and hold her tight between my lips. The tip of your swollen clit is just inside of my mouth. As the tip of my tongue starts to flick her, from left to right and back again you feel electricity flow throughout your entire body. You've never been in touch with all your senses like this before. To many feelings, no thoughts.. just sheer ecstasy starts to build up inside of you. With my teeth I scrape gently over her until my tongue takes over again. I move back a little, not letting go of her as I lay you down on the bed again. While I keep on rubbing her you feel yourself being penetrated by my fingers. In sync with my tongue I start to fuck you with my fingers. Buried deep inside of you, I arch them each time, reaching... stretching you... Your entire body is shivering and shaking while my tongue and fingers keep pleasing you. Moaning, sucking and soaking is all that is heard as prelude to your building orgasm. Suddenly as I retract my fingers from you I penetrate you only with my index finger while my little finger penetrates your arse. Just far enough to open you and feel that sweet sensation while I retract. Once... twice... gently I sink my teeth into your clit as I double penetrate you again and you finally orgasm wildly. Your entire body contracts and convulses as you pull your legs together with my fingers kept tight inside of you. My head stuck between your legs as you arch up and scream out wildly. Another contraction and another as you feel the rush take over your entire body and mind. Finally you sink back down on the bed still trembling and shaking as I retract my fingers from you. I lay myself beside you spooning as my right hand starts to rub your taunted clit again. You turn your head and open your eyes as you start to kiss me. Our tongue's pursue each other in our mouths as you taste yourself of my lips. Entangled and entwined together our tongues loose each other in lust... Slowly you awake from your dreams, with a sigh you lay there staring at the sealing. With a smile on your face you realize the dampness between your legs, your nipples primed for attention. A little blushing you lay there enjoying this sweet sensation of desire and lust somewhat surprised as to how intense your body reacts to the words and imagination of this younger and eager man who entered your life. You grab your phone, wanting to send him a text message but you change your mind and snap a picture of your flushed and smiling face to send him later. As you throw back the sheets and get up you realize how wet you really are. Proudly you walk across the room to the mirror and take a minute to admire your sexy body. Slowly your eyes look down from your gracious neck, over your full and firm breasts with the nipples proudly pointing up and forward. Your hands and eyes slide down over your flat belly when your fingers slide underneath your string to take her off. You turn frontal to the mirror and somewhat part your legs. Your fingers slide down from your belly button over the little pubic hair and down over your lips. You see the moist glinster in the morning sun as you pull your fingers back up and spread your lips open. Your tight and firm pink flesh reveals herself to you as you rub your finger over your clit to stimulate her. You turn around to look at your back as your eyes examine your firm butt. As your fingers spread your cheek you somewhat start to smile as you're not afraid to admit it's a pretty hot sight. Half leaning towards the mirror you snap a picture of yourself again, exposing your slit and your spread cheeks while half concealing your left breast. Your mind starts to wander of, imagining me kneeling behind you as my hands would slide up your legs and part your cheeks before burying my head between them, imagining the sensation of my tongue sliding from your clit through your lips and up to your arse... imagining the pain and pleasure as my finger would penetrate your arse, how you'd feel it slide deep inside of you.... Without hesitation you grab the mirror and lay it down on the floor. You take your purple little friend out of your bags and kneel down over the mirror. As you look down and see yourself opened and spread you imagine my face beneath you, my eyes looking up at you as you snap another picture and close your eyes. You take your vibrator and set it to slow as you rub her over your lips, letting her tip touch your clit with each move. She slides smoothly through your lips as you dip her into your wetness, the cold vibrating tip pushes into you, you push a little further, just enough to open you up a little before pulling back. Again teasing yourself over and over till you remain open and suck her into you. Willingly you take her into you as you feel the vibrating coldness fills you. With each penetration you force your wetness out with you which drips onto the mirror. As lust takes over you turn the level of vibration up and set her down on the mirror. You lower yourself onto her and start riding her like you'd ride my cock. Each time grinding yourself down as far as you can go to feel her fill you completely as your muscles contract to cling onto her as you move up again. Riding her, you open your eyes and look into the mirror, and see your sweating body milking her. You imagine this is what I'd see if you were riding me which makes you feel even more filled with desire. Finally you lift yourself off of her and bend over. Still vibrating you guide her up between your cheeks and push the tip up against your little hole. Gently pushing her forward you open up to her and inch by inch you penetrate yourself. Her vibrations resonate throughout your entire body as you're fully primed and filled with lust. Buried deep inside your arse you let her go and slide your hand back through your lips. You feel your swollen clit touched by your finger tips as you guide your fingers up to your mouth and taste yourself. The room is filled with the smell of sex, your sweet sensation burning on your tongue as you are ready to climax. You grab the phone camera and try to snap another picture of her vibrating deep inside your arse, but you want to come now, you have to and quickly turn around and lay on your back, half on the mirror. Quickly you slide your hands down over your body to spread your lips. With one hand you rub your clit while with the other you penetrate yourself. Several fingers pounding deep inside of you, you feel the ecstasy grow. With every thrust you hear the sucking and soaking of your fingers fucking you. Deep inside of you, you arch and flex them to reach the spot. Over and over, pounding.. sucking and vibrating till you feel your body tremble. Adrenaline takes over as your body flexes and contracts and with a load gasp your orgasm breaks. Waves of pleasure gulch over your body as you uncontrollably flex and tremble. Your legs sweeping in the air with your fingers still buried inside of you. You feel yourself fill up until finally your muscles un flex and release your fingers and allow your orgasm to pour. You lay there on the floor for a minute, enjoying the rush fading out of you the shivers and trembling finally stops. Flushed and exhausted you sit up straight and look into the mirror. With a smile you grab your phone again and kneel forward. With your tongue dipped in the pool over your wetness laying on the mirror you look up into the camera and snap the final picture. Ten minutes later you finally find the energy again to get up and head for the shower. As the water replenishes and revives your body you contemplate and wonder what if you should send a picture or not. You decide to hold on to them and show them to me when dreams become reality and you'll finally feel my body against yours... Sunrise at Last When Celia finally rejoined the land of the living, she staggered to the bathroom to freshen-up. Her legs felt weak and unsteady from being wrapped around Randall's body while he plundered her pussy. As Celia stepped into the shower and let the warm waters clean the sweat and sex juice off her body, she felt that her sisters would be very impressed at her exploits this evening. Upper Minnesota had very few black men and, while her sisters had always expressed a desire to fuck a big black cock, they had never had the opportunity. Celia was now one up on her sisters and couldn't wait to brag to them on her next visit home. Celia found her yellow bikini and put it back on. She combed her hair and admired herself in the bathroom mirror. She had fucked two white boys on the same bed and then got boned by a man older than her Father and her pussy eaten by a pretty blonde girl. Finally, she had been fucked by a large black cock. Diana's pussy had tasted strange, probably because Tim's cock had been working it over before Celia arrived. Celia made a note to find Diana later and compare notes and pussy flavors. Celia found Kathy coming up the stairs. Kathy looked tired and was naked and carrying the top part of her bikini in her left hand. Her right hand had a half full bottle of red wine. Kathy said she needed to rest and Celia felt the energy drain from her body after nearly five hours of non-stop fucking. Her pussy was a little sore so she consented to Kathy's invite to take a short nap. They found the bedroom that Tim had been fucking Diana and then Celia in and stretched out on the bed to nod off. They slept for nearly four hours and then were awakened by masculine hands pulling their feet. John and Paul, Celia's first two lovers of the evening woke the girls and told them that the best part of the party was just about to begin and they needed one more volunteer, Celia, preferably! Curious and somewhat horny, Celia asked what the big deal was and the guys told her about the Sunrise Shoot-Off, a fraternity tradition stretching back to the late 60's (this was 1981). Ten girls are chosen from the attendees and none could ever have participated in a Shoot-Off before. Younger girls were preferred, especially Freshmen. All the male participants put $100 each in a betting pool and the fraternity matched it. The winner was the girl to get the most guys to cum on or in her, no dry cums were allowed (an orgasm where the guy doesn't shoot much juice if any at all do to the drain on his balls from his previous activity). Celia asked how many guys had signed-up and she was told 18 and the fraternity decided to kick in an additional $200 to make the pot an even $2,000. Kathy had participated several years ago and was ineligible, but encouraged Celia to give it a try. Well-rested and still horny and slightly buzzed, Celia accepted. The participants were led to the Master Suite on the second floor which had a large balcony facing the hills to the East. The contest would start at 5:30 am, just prior to sunrise, hence the Sunrise Shoot-Off moniker. The girls would wear bikini tops, but would be bare to the world below the waist. No condoms were used as this was still pre-Rock Hudson AIDS era and all the girls were on the Pill. Additionally, evidence of a fresh cum of sufficient volume had to be recorded by the judging panel. Kathy volunteered to serve as one of the judges and was immediately accepted. The girls were lined up facing the balcony railing and were not allowed to see who was fucking them. Each guy got 45 seconds to fuck the girl in front of him and then a whistle would blow and they would move to the next girl on their right. The last guy remaining would get the opportunity to enact a fantasy with whomever he wanted from the party goers. The girl with the most successful male orgasms would receive $2,000 in sweaty, used bills. The remaining party attendees, who could still stand, gathered below the balcony to witness the expressions on the girls faces as they were repeatedly boned by the best dicks at the party. Orgasms by the girls was strictly gratis! Celia found herself in the fourth position with the exotic Karen to her left and the blonde Diana to her right. She recognized some of the other girls, but couldn't see all the way to the end. The guys drew lots to see which girl they would start with. The rules were explained again and the countdown begun. At the sound of the whistle, 10 cocks lightly coated with KY jelly were thrust into 10 of the finest young pussies to have been sampled at the party. The owner, Tim, had made the selection of the 10 girls, actually 11, but one girl was just too drunk to stay upright at the railing and had to be replaced with Karen. The fucking was steady, almost rhythmic, as most of the guys wanted to last as long as possible hoping to get their fantasy fulfilled. After 45 seconds of uniform fucking, the whistle sounded and everyone rotated to the right, with Number 10 going to the back of the line behind Number 18, and Number 11 moving in behind the first girl. Several volunteer 'fluffer girls' were on hand to keep the waiting cocks hard while waiting for their turn in line. Celia almost went over the railing with her first guy, he rammed her with little finesse, grabbed her hips and delighted in almost pulling all the way out before ramming his cock deep into her cunt, over and over again. When the first whistle blew, Celia was just starting to get in the mood for some serious balling. She grinned at John and Paul standing below her with the crowd watching the actions. Both guys gave her a thumbs-up signal and told her to move her ass and get some cum. The second guy was almost a repeat of the first one, deep thrust followed by a slow withdrawal. The third cock was different, it was Randall! Celia had remembered fucking that thick ebony staff and it was hitting her deep. While Celia would have preferred to get Randall to cum inside her, she was curious how Diana would react to being pierced by that big, thick, black cock. Celia tried to remain as still as possible, hoping Randall wouldn't cum so she could watch Diana's expression. Fortunately, the whistle blew and all the cocks rotated. The fourth cock was long, but thin and after Randall's exploration deep into Celia's pussy, this dick was almost a time-out. Celia glanced over her right shoulder and saw Diana's face contort into a masterpiece of amazement as Randall's black cock went deeper than any guy had gone before. Diana grabbed the railing and almost cried out in pain, but restrained herself. The first two cocks of the contest had gotten her clit super sensitive, especially after her introductory session with Tim and Celia. Diana had also been boned by 2 other guys and had participated in a three-way with two other girls on the dance floor. She was ready for a good fucking. Randall had already blown four loads earlier in the evening, the third going deep into Celia's cunt. He had wanted to cum inside Celia and just call it a night, but when he noticed Celia slowing her hip action almost to a standstill, he glanced to see who was next and saw the slim, white frame of the blond Diana and made up his mind to share the wealth of his cum with other white girls. An exception to the Rules allowed for a male contestant to continue fucking the girl if he intended to cum and then withdraw from the competition. At the whistle, Diana started to stop her hips from their circular motion, but instead was surprised to feel the guy behind her grab her by the shoulders and start ramming fast and deep. The size of the cock sawing in and out of her young pussy, as well as the earlier cock action, made Diana have the best orgasm of the evening. Her head shot-up towards the stars as she felt what seemed to resemble a small garden hose unload a large amount of cum into her pussy. The crowd below yelled in appreciation at the first cum of the contest. Time was called as the cum was measured, mostly by several of the judges watching as the cum flowed out of Diana's pussy and down her thighs. Randall capped his performance by turning Diana around and kissing her deeply with his tongue and then forcibly returning her to her position over the railing. Celia saw the whole thing and reached over and held Diana's hand in a sign of sisterhood. Now they had something else in common. The next guy to fuck Celia was different. A short, but thick cock that hit her clit at just the correct angle to give Celia a warm rush and a tingly feeling in her lower abdomen. The guy was close to cumming, but ran out of time and had to move over to Diana. Naturally, Diana received her third successive load of male love juice, courtesy of Celia's pussy prep. Unfortunately, Celia did not get the first prize. She did get two loads of cum, one from James, a 23 yr old Senior, and fraternity vice-president, and the second from Tony, a Mexican-American, 19 yr old, who was pledging the fraternity. The winner was Diana, with four loads of cum. After the guys saw what Randall had done to her they all tried to make her cum again, she didn't, but $2,000 was well worth the effort. The last guy standing was Eddie, a 24 yr old graduate student. His fantasy involved anal sex with the petite Karen that was videotaped for his private collection. Celia was too sore to take up an offer from several of the guys to stay with them for the remainder of the night? She walked unsteadily toward Kathy and said she needed to go and get some sleep. Kathy said she was in no condition to drive, especially since she didn't know where her clothes, purse, and car keys were. Tim stepped forward and offered Celia and Kathy the use of his bedroom and all three went off to get a well-deserved, strength building sleep. Celia awoke in a dark room and saw stars in the evening sky. She had slept for nearly 14 hours and felt like she had been in a car accident judging from how sore all of her body felt. She got up and grabbed her bikini and put it on. Walking downstairs in search of something to eat, she viewed what can only be described as a scene resembling the day after an orgy. Clothes were scattered everywhere, bodies were sleeping or fucking all over the place, bedroom doors were open for all to view, some couples were asleep with cocks still inside pussies. The house reeked of sweat and perfume. Celia thought it was the capstone of the party! AUTHORS NOTE: This even occurred during September 1981 at a well-known college in lower Virginia. My wife's guilt got the best of her after three months and she tearfully spilled all the delicious details to me one evening. Far from being angry or shocked, I found myself immediately aroused and had to fuck my young wife before she could finish the whole story. It took several days to complete the narration that marked the best sex I have ever had, anywhere! From then on we explored our sexual fantasies, usually with each other present or nearby, but sometimes Celia went alone. If this story is well-received I will submit others that categorized the sexual awakening of my beautiful wife. Sunrise at Sea This story is written as a joint project with another writer named Trace. His stories along with this one can be found under the pen name "Trace Ekies". Thank you so much for the wonderful erotic journey you took me on! * * * * * In previous years the wives had tanned topless, however this year, Jackie felt odd, being the only wife there, so she left the top on. Manny and Trace were talking and drinking beer in the boat's cockpit. They had been friends for over fifteen years. They had been college roommates whose friendship had been furthered when they married girls that were also close friends. Trace was especially watchful as his friend's wife undid her top to keep from getting tan lines on her back. Since Jackie was lying with her head toward the cockpit, he enjoyed talking to her because she had to raise her head slightly to answer and usually showed some cleavage. On one occasion, when she raised up a little higher than necessary, he thought he saw a nipple. Trace was already enjoying the trip. It was early September. They were making their annual sail from North Carolina to the Bahamas, where they would leave the boat for the winter. Usually there were four of them, but this year, due to a work related issue, Trace's wife, Donna, was not able to go. The others thought they should reschedule the trip, however Donna wouldn't hear of it. Donna teasingly asked Jackie to watch out for Trace. "Don't worry. I'll make sure he behaves," Jackie said. The first day had been fairly quiet. They had spent the early morning provisioning and making last minute adjustments to the boat. They had left Beaufort about noon. It had been a beautiful, unseasonably warm day so Jackie had gotten on her bikini and laid on the deck, getting a little sun. Around four, as the sun lost its tanning rays, Jackie retied her top and announced that she would start some dinner. Manny teased her, that being the only wife on board, she had to do all the wifely chores. She teased him back by putting her arm around Trace and saying "Sounds good. I might enjoy a few of my duties." Manny laughed and quickly responded, "I didn't mean that!" Jackie and Trace chorused, "Damn, too bad!!" They were all very fun loving. Even though each of the women had experienced a number of lovers before meeting their husbands, they were good and faithful wives. However, marriage had not stopped any of them from flirting. The two couples were so flirtatious with each other that someone who did not know them would have trouble determining who was married to whom. The teasing and flirting was great fun but even though there had been lots of verbal banter, none of them had ever laid a hand on the other's spouse, not even a pat on the ass. Well except for that one silly night when they got in bed with each other's partners for about 60 seconds, but even that was fairly innocent. The first evening on the boat was pretty quiet. They ate, had some wine and plenty of conversation. They arranged the watch times and Trace offered the bedroom to them as he was alone anyway. At about ten, Jackie and Manny turned in. It had already been a long day and Jackie was taking the two AM watch. She got into her normal sleepwear, panties and camisole, while Manny wore his boxers. They cuddled a while, but were tired from all the running around of the previous days and drifted off to sleep. Jackie woke about two AM and went up to the deck. The ocean breeze at night was a bit chilly so Jackie had put on a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt. Trace thought, "It doesn't matter what she wears, she still looks sexy." Jackie and Trace chatted a while as they drank the coffee she had made for them. The conversation was mostly about what she had to do while on watch, but she had a pretty good remembrance from previous years and knew what had to be done. They had already crossed the Gulf Stream and turned South, so it was really pretty simple. Trace told her that all she really had to do was to watch for other boats and maintain the heading. He went below to get some sleep in the bunk. Four hours later, around six in the morning, as the sun was coming up; Manny relieved Jackie who went below for her turn at some sleep. There was no room in the V-berth to change clothes. Jackie stood in the main cabin where Trace was sleeping, and took off her pajama bottom and sweatshirt. Under the pajama bottom she had panties, but there was nothing under the sweatshirt. Trace had his back to her and did not stir. She pulled a camisole over her head and climbed into the V-berth. Trace had heard her. He could tell she was changing clothes. He wanted to turn and look, but even in the dimness of the early morning light, it would have been too obvious. All he could do was imagine. The heat of the day was building in the cabin. Jackie and Trace both woke up around the same time, about ten AM. They chatted in the galley as Jackie made coffee and breakfast. She had thrown a light robe on over her camisole and panties. The robe was short and allowed quite a bit of leg to show, especially when she was sitting. The two of them joined Manny on deck for coffee and breakfast. They talked, but Trace had trouble paying attention to anything other than Jackie's legs. However, Trace did complain that he hadn't slept well on the hard bunk. Jackie suggested he take a nap in the V-berth later in the day. Trace took the helm while Manny and Jackie sunned themselves on the deck. Trace watched Jackie in her bikini with the top untied and remembered the second day of last year's trip. The women were sunning themselves on the deck of the boat. They had gotten topless. He had gotten hard watching them then and he got hard now thinking about it. There had been a lot of whispering between the two women. They had both been laying face down with their straps undone. But then they had turned over without bothering to retie the straps. He had been at the helm. Neither of them looked in his direction but they knew he was there. Manny had been below but he had come up to the cockpit just after it happened. He and Manny had talked at some length about how good the women looked. Trace had listened as Manny told him how good Donna looked. And he had made it clear to Manny that Jackie looked good enough to eat. This year, as the sun set, Jackie played wife, cooking and cleaning. After taking turns at short showers, they had dinner together in the cockpit. Although it was a little skimpy for the cool ocean breeze, Jackie wore a pair of pj shorts, a camisole top and no bra. The chill made her nipples harden, but she kind of liked that. After a few glasses of wine the men commented on her having her headlights on. She blushed at the attention but called them perverts and changed the subject. Somewhere around ten, Manny and Jackie went below, leaving Trace on watch. Manny and Jackie climbed into the bed and closed the door to the berth. Both of them had the same idea, a quickie. It was sad in a way, but after ten years of marriage and two kids, their sex life had become more about quickies than making love. Oh sure they made love, but mostly just on the weekend. The rest of the time it was a late night quickie, once the kids were off to bed. Or sometimes, the daytime quickie when they snuck off to their bedroom for a few minutes, not even taking off all their clothes. Tonight they were horny but tired and looking at another night of watches. As they cuddled for bed, Jackie whispered to her husband, "Whatcha say you treat your wife to a quickie" He smiled and said, "Always." They had this down. Within seconds they were undressed. Manny got on top of her. After some slow sexy kisses, which he knew his wife loved, he slowly lowered himself down her body. He kissed and licked her all over, but did not linger. He did dwell on her nipples of course. Nipple play drove her crazy with desire. He sucked and softly rubbed her nipples with his fingers. A tingle went through her whole body. Soon her body was squirming and her throat was letting out involuntary moans, calling his name. He licked his way down her body and brushed it with his lips and warm breath. He hesitated briefly at her belly button and then, moving lower, he softly licked around the little trimmed patch of pubic hair she sported these days. Jackie's hands caressed Manny's hair and her words caressed his ego as she whispered, "God! You really know how to please me. Promise me that if you ever divorce me we can still have sex." He ignored her clit at first, licking and sucking her pussy lips and inner thighs. He was playing a game with her. He wanted her to beg for it. He wouldn't lick her clit until she asked for it. He knew that for some reason she didn't like the word. Maybe it was a hang-up from her youth, but he was going to make her say it. Her knees were bent and her body was squirming. She could feel the incredible sensation growing between her legs. She pressed his head against her and whispered, "Please, baby." "Please, what," he teased. With a slight blush in her cheeks, and from a deep place in her throat, she whispered what he wanted to hear, "Pleeease lick my clit." As Manny sensually licked her clit, the moans and groans came from within her. He was slow and deliberate, keeping her on the edge. She loved it when he buried his head between her legs; it always seemed to be the best she had ever had. But if she was only going to cum once, she wanted it to be with Manny's cock deep inside her. It was more intense that way, more intimate, as if it came from her soul. Had Manny continued his teasing, she would have exploded. He stopped. He put his lips on her mouth; they opened to each other. As their tongues found each other, he entered her. She was sopping wet and Manny slid right in. They began slowly but the pace quickened rapidly. The sounds of pleasure filled the room as their bodies reddened from the heat. The vibration came from within her, like an earthquake. She wrapped her legs around him as she said his name over and over. Manny lost control and couldn't hold it any longer. He came too. They continued slowly moving their hips, savoring every last bit of their orgasms. After each had made a quick trip to the bathroom, they fell asleep in each other's arms. At two AM, the alarm went off. Manny was in a fog. He had set the alarm to waken Jackie for her scheduled watch, but she was still asleep. He decided to take her turn at the helm and let her sleep until six. He made a pot of coffee and went up to the deck. Manny and Trace chatted until Trace was ready to get some sleep. Manny suggested that Trace might sleep better in the V-berth instead of the bunk. Trace knew it wouldn't be a big deal to be in bed with Jackie, at least not with both of them having their clothes on, but he was surprised by Manny's offer. Trace politely said, "No, that's okay. The bunk is not that bad." But Manny insisted. He said, "Its not right for you have to sleep on that bunk. Besides, she is out cold. You couldn't wake her if you tried." Trace shrugged his shoulders and went down. He stood in the cabin wondering what he should do. He felt awkward. Manny was just being polite. Manny didn't realize that he shouldn't be quite so trustful. Trace wanted to be a good friend, but the thoughts of Jackie rolling over and cuddling him a bit in her sleep were more lustful than friendly. He was reminded of that brief time he had spent in bed with her last year. It was really nothing, just drunks being silly. The wives had gone to bed a few minutes earlier while he and Manny had finished their beers. The men, sort of accidentally, but really on purpose, got confused about what beds they were supposed to be sleeping in. The wives, giggled and played along, knowing their husbands were just being jerks. Manny slid into the bed with Donna, her back to him, and called out to Trace, "We must have gotten the beds mixed up. This woman doesn't feel like Jackie." Donna pressed her backside up against Manny and let out a laugh. Trace escalated things a bit. Jackie had her back to him but Trace wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts. Before Jackie had a chance to react, Trace called out to Manny, "I agree. these breasts don't feel at all like Donna's." Jackie was a bit surprised as Trace had never touched her before, but then it did feel kind of good. She laughed as she turned back slightly and whispered, "You better watch that or you are going to get more then you can handle." Manny, not believing Trace, but not to be outdone either, yelled out, "I'm going to put my hand in her panties and see if she's shaved." Although he made no move to actually do it, Donna sat up and said, "Okay, fun's over. The little boys need to be in their own beds now." The guys got up laughing and the fun ended. It hadn't lasted long but Trace still felt a stirring in his pants when he remembered how good Jackie's tits had felt. But that was a joke, and this was real. He had mixed emotions but he decided he was going to do it anyway. He took off everything but his boxers and climbed into bed. The V-berth was a lot more comfortable than the bunk but being next to Jackie was going to make it real difficult to sleep. Trace was trying to keep a respectful distance between them, but with their heads toward the bow, there wasn't much space between their upper bodies. If Trace had known that Jackie was still naked from her 'quickie' with Manny, and that her bare breasts were just inches away from his chest, he could have never gone to sleep. But he didn't know that and eventually he drifted off. As they slept, Jackie shifted a little and felt the warm body of the man she thought was her husband. She snuggled up a little closer. Trace had gone to sleep thinking about Jackie and in his sleep, was dreaming about her. His dick had gotten hard, and unknown to him, was sticking out the front of his boxers. In the night, Jackie awoke. She was still groggy with sleep but realized that it was Trace that she was next to, not Manny. She wondered how or why he was in the bed. Their legs were intertwined and her bare breasts were against his chest. His penis was pressing against her pubic area. Surely Manny knew that she and Trace were in bed together. She wondered what could be happening. This was pretty erotic, being naked and in bed with Trace. She didn't want to wake Trace. She liked the way this felt, especially if it was okay with her husband. She went back to sleep without moving. A while later Trace woke up. He found Jackie pressed up against him. He was shocked, and aroused, to discover that she was naked. He found that his cock was protruding out the front of his shorts and was tight up against Jackie. He didn't realize that she had been awake and already knew who she was sleeping with. He tried to move away from her but he was already up against the hull of the boat and had no place to go. He needed to move Jackie but he didn't want her to wake up and find them like this. He tried to think of something other than the head of his dick being against Jackie's pussy lips. Excited but frustrated, he went back to sleep. As the morning sun came into the cabin around six, they both woke. They looked at each other and shared a nervous laugh. Neither of them moved. Jackie didn't sound like she was complaining but she did demand an explanation for how Trace had ended up in bed with her. He told her about Manny's offer. He also said that he was pleasantly surprised to find her naked. She told him how that had happened. Trace reminded her of the brief moment last year when they were in bed for a minute or two. Jackie smiled at the remembrance. The situation, this year, was already pretty intimate so Trace took a chance he normally would not take. He put both of his hands on her breasts and lightly caressed her nipples. Jackie closed her eyes as he did. She enjoyed the touch, especially after waking up naked next to him. Their faces were close and as their bodies reacted, they shared a kiss. It was awkward at first, a little kiss with a little tongue. Then it got more lustful as they explored each others' mouths. Trace broke the kiss and moved his lips to Jackie's nipples. He sucked on them and bit them gently with his teeth. Jackie wrapped her hand around his cock, but as the heat of his manhood flowed through her she realized that she had to stop. She broke the contact and jumped up from the bed. She hastily put on her panties and a sweatshirt and went up to see Manny. Trace couldn't get the scene out his head, Jackie naked with her hand around his dick, him sucking on her nipples. What if she hadn't stopped? Would he have stopped? He didn't think he could have. Jackie was probably talking to Manny about it right now, but how much was she telling him? What was Manny really thinking when he suggested Trace should sleep with Jackie? Surely he knew she was naked. Was he testing them? Had the friendship just been ruined? How was he ever going to face Manny? He dozed off to sleep with a million unanswered questions racing through his mind. Manny had spent most of the watch thinking about Trace and Jackie in bed together. It had been his suggestion and it was an innocent one. After he did it however he had second thoughts. He couldn't help but think about how Jackie likes to cuddle and does so in her sleep. He started to envision Jackie in her panties and small top cuddling against Trace. Then it hit him that he had left his wife naked. "Oh my God," he thought, "she falls asleep after sex and never puts her clothes back on." He gave it some thought and hoped that she had dressed this time. He ventured down quickly, leaving the boat on autopilot. He went to the door and saw his wife's body, mostly covered by the sheet, but pressed against Trace. The sheet was low enough to see a portion of her breast. She was indeed naked. Manny went back to the cockpit. He experienced a few odd thoughts. First was fear that when Jackie awoke she would be quite pissed at him and it would ruin their trip. He also felt a bit jealous because Trace, although sleeping, was enjoying his wife's body. And what if they woke up? Could something happen? Manny calmed down a bit, realizing that they were friends and nothing would happen. He also thought about how sexy it would have been if he were in bed with a naked sleeping Donna. Manny tried to think about something else to pass the time but it was difficult. Jackie came up to the cockpit. She was not a happy camper. She confronted Manny with questions and was visibly emotional. She demanded answers about what had happened. She wanted to know why she had found herself naked and in bed with Trace. Manny explained the circumstances and swore that he did not remember that she was naked. He told her he had felt bad about Trace sleeping in the bunk and that since she was already asleep, no harm should come out of him sleeping in the V-berth. Jackie wondered if he was telling the truth. She knew Manny could be a little kinky and although he had never expressed any desire to open their marriage he did enjoy her teasing and even an occasional flash. She wondered if Manny was hoping something might happen. She also thought it might have been a test. Manny knew she always flirted with Trace, as did Donna with him. Maybe Manny was a tad jealous of her and Trace and set out to test her and see if anything would happen. Maybe he had spent the night trying to catch them. It was more likely that he was telling the truth. But even that didn't get him off the hook. It was still quite annoying that he would decide it was okay for her to share a bed with another man, as if he owned her. He should have never made that decision. If she had been consulted she might have agreed, but she would have worn some pajamas and would have made an effort not to cuddle with him in her sleep. Sunrise at Sea Jackie wasn't going to let her husband off easily. She wasn't 'throwing the dishes' mad but she would make him pay. She decided that she would be somewhat cold to him today. And to make sure he thought about his mistake all day, she would make him a little jealous. She decided that her actions that day would make it appear that she and Trace had at least shared a little moment. Manny was in for torture. This would be the last time he ever pulled this one. Trace wasn't sure what he was walking into as he came up to the cockpit from his sleep. His mind was still a jumble of the thoughts he had had just after Jackie left him about four hours ago. But he put on his best face and greeted them both heartily as he came out of the cabin. Everything seemed to be okay. Manny handed him a cup of coffee from the pot he had just made. Trace could sense a bit of tension between Jackie and Manny so he wanted to avoid the issue of last night's sleep situation. However, Jackie wasn't going to make that easy. As she passed him in the cockpit she gave him a soft pat on the chest with her open palm and playfully said, "Did you finally get a little rest, sweetie?" That line wasn't lost on Manny and would be the first of many. Jackie went down to the cabin to put on her bathing suit. It was their third day on the ocean. They had been averaging over a hundred and fifty miles a day. Tomorrow, with continued favorable weather and a little luck, they would arrive at Marsh Harbor in the Bahamas, where the boat would stay for the winter. Jackie came back on deck attired in yet another of her many bikinis. The lunch she brought with her was a lot more substantial than her swimsuit. She brought a tray of toasted English muffins, topped with slices of ham and poached eggs. There was probably supposed to have been some hollandaise sauce on top of the eggs, but apparently the makings for that were not in the boats provisions. A can of V-8 juice was served along with the coffee. Almost a gourmet meal. Not bad for a sailboat. After they had eaten Jackie stretched out on deck. After applying some light sun block she slowly took off her top. Manny and Trace watched but pretended not to. She slowly put on additional lotion and lay on her back. She made general conversation with Trace as she continued her cold treatment of her husband. After about forty-five minutes Jackie rolled over onto her stomach and called to Trace. Trace felt like he was walking on eggshells. He could feel the tension between Jackie and Manny. Jackie asked him to put a little lotion on her back, whereas on previous days she had always asked Manny to do this. Jackie, laying face down with only her bikini bottoms, was a very fetching sight. However, with Manny watching, he had to be very careful about how he touched her. Trace clinically applied the lotion, but still got slightly turned on from the look and feel of her nearly naked body. Manny watched as Trace's hands glided over Jackie's bare shoulders and back. He tried not to show jealousy or anger, realizing that if he did, Jackie might flip out. He wondered if she was acting or really trying to get even, or if the night in bed had somehow changed things. About an hour later Jackie sat up and said she wanted to go for a swim. She was still topless. Trace couldn't keep his eyes off her as he suggested instead that a couple of them at a time could trail behind the boat on a tow line. It would still be fun and a lot better than stopping. Jackie said she wanted to try it, and still dealing paybacks to Manny, asked Trace if he would go with her. Trace felt awkward and suggested that Manny go with her while he managed the boat. But Manny insisted that Trace go while he handled the boat. Trace acquiesced and threw out the stern line. He and Manny let some wind out of the sails and slowed the boat down to two or three knots while Jackie lowered the stern ladder. She didn't bother putting her top back on. As Jackie prepared to go in she thought about Manny. It would drive him a bit crazy with all of the water play that would happen. She was starting to feel bad about torturing him and decided that her swimming topless with Trace would be enough to make them even. Jackie and Trace went off the back of the boat and into the water. They worked their way to the end of the line, about twenty feet behind the boat. They held on separately at first and got used to it. Jackie said it was like water skiing with out the ski. The boat was going just fast enough to make it fun and a little challenging to hold on. After a few minutes they started to play a bit. One would hold on to the tow line and the other would hold on to them. Then the one holding the line would pretend to try to slip away from the other, leaving them without a line. First it was Jackie holding on to Trace. She was aggressive and was not about to slip off. She wrapped her legs around Trace's and put her arms around his chest. Her wet breasts pressed against his back. Trace playfully tried to throw her off but she hung on tightly. Then they changed positions. Manny looked on in amazement. Their wet bodies were so close together. He could only see their upper bodies as the water hid everything else. Manny started to sense something different. He was becoming aroused. He wasn't sure if it was because he was watching his wife with Trace or thinking of what fun he would be having if Donna were here. Jackie held the line and Trace wrapped himself around her. His swim suit was tight around his waist but otherwise kind of baggy. His cock was getting harder and tenting the front of the suit. He pushed his cock up against her ass and encircled her body with his arms, just below her breasts. Jackie wasn't strong enough to push him off but they both gave it a good show. It would look like she was throwing him off and then he would grab her again. With each move he managed to brush a breast or nipple. Then he slid down as if he had slipped and put his arms around her waist. Remembering their brief moment in the bed, Trace figured he had an open door for some playful contact. He joked about having water in his eyes and not being able to see. He put a hand between her legs. His hand was snug against her pussy. Jackie tightened her legs as if to signal her discontent but they both knew that she had tightened her legs to better feel his hand. The sexiness of the moment was not lost on either of them. Manny, as before, was watching. He could see Trace's body against his wife's and although they were mostly under water, he could sense that Trace's hands at times were near Jackie's bare breasts, and at other times, near her bikini bottoms. Manny wasn't angry. He was getting more excited. He enjoyed watching his wife and continued to think about how much fun he would be having with Donna here. Then Jackie slipped down a bit on the rope. Trace thought Jackie had let go of the line. He let go of her and grabbed the line with both hands. Jackie put her arms around Trace's waist and grabbed onto his semi erect cock. She smiled and playfully said, "If touching all over is allowed, then I can win this little game by applying pressure." He thought he might enjoy losing but he laughed and said, "Okay, I give up. Game's over. You win." She smiled in victory, gave his cock a soft rub and said, "I thought cold water was supposed to shrink these things." She let go and he blushed a bit at her remark. They made their way back up the tow line where Manny helped them into the boat, noticing that Jackie's nipples were hardened and that Trace had a substantial bulge. He was sure that they had been fooling around a bit. He had that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach but also could feel a stirring in his own shorts. He couldn't help wonder what had happened in the bed. Once they were all back on the boat, Jackie said, "I've got to get out of this wet suit." Of course she was only wearing the bottoms so she didn't have much to take off. Manny threw her a towel and said, "Go for it!" As Trace and Manny tightened the sails, Jackie wrapped the towel around her and proceeded to remove her bikini. It was a neat trick, taking off the bikini under the towel without exposing too much of herself. Of course, the guys did get a few flashes here and there, enough to keep Trace hard and enough to make Manny's excitement evident through his shorts. The men watched her every move. Jackie liked being the center of their attention. After the suit was gone, she sat down in the cockpit with just the towel. Throughout the afternoon, they talked about anything and everything, (except the previous night's sleeping arrangements,) while Jackie continued to tease them with the towel. It was already terribly short, but sitting down, she was nearly exposed. Moving around on the bench, she taunted the guys with occasional brief glimpses between her legs. When she moved her arms while talking, the top of the towel would loosen and slide down her breasts. She would ignore it until her nipples were practically showing, then she would cinch it back up. Several times, she stood and turned her back to the cockpit so she could rewrap and tighten the towel. Jackie was feeling very aroused. Since waking up naked with Trace and through the days teasing she had slowly become more and more aroused. She had stopped being cold to Manny after the swim. She had been talking more to him although had still not expressed affection. She noticed the bulges grow in their shorts, as her audience got visibly more appreciative. Mercifully, she finally announced that she was going below to change and fix dinner. After dinner, the three of them again sat around the cockpit talking. Manny still wanted to know what had happened when Trace and Jackie were in bed together, but didn't know how to ask. The conversation eventually came around to Trace's birthday, almost a year before, just after their last cruise. Trace and Donna, who lived about fifty miles away, had gone to stay with Jackie and Manny for the weekend. It was Trace's birthday and they went to a restaurant for dinner. They had all ordered the night's special, some kind of pasta dish with baby shrimp and a spicy brown sauce. There was something sensual about the food, or maybe the way they had eaten it. They had taken turns feeding each other. They made a mess, sucking on the pasta and shrimp with the sauce dribbling off their chins. When they had finished eating they weren't ready to go back home. Manny suggested an exotic dancer club where the entertainers gave lap dances. Manny and Trace thought it was a great idea. The women weren't so keen on it but since it was Trace's birthday they went along with it. On the way to the club, they talked about how they were going to celebrate Trace's birthday by getting him a couple of sexy lap dances. They kidded Trace about needing his iron underwear to keep from splitting his pants. It wasn't too late yet and they got one of the better tables. Actually, it was more like a semicircular couch with a small cocktail table in the center. They had a good view of the stage and the rest of the club. They were surprised to find that there were a few other couples in the club. They had expected it to be all men. And the lap dances were not exclusively for the men. It seemed that a couple of the men were buying lap dances for their spouse or date, instead of for themselves. The reason was pretty obvious. When the female entertainers did a lap dance for another female, there was a lot more touching. The strippers would sometimes bury their face in the girl's crotch, (really hot if the girl was wearing a short skirt,) and would pull the girls top up and suck on her breasts a bit. The guys decided that Trace wasn't going to get the lap dances; they wanted their wives to get them instead. The women were against it for most of the evening. But as the wine flowed and they saw two or three other women get them, they started to think it might be harmless. Donna and Jackie said they wouldn't let the dancers do all that to them, and then they laughed. After some sexy teasing, and even bribery, the deal was struck. Donna and Jackie would get a lap dance in return for a serious shopping trip on the next day. The guys thought they were getting off cheap. They would have paid almost anything for this experience. They selected a couple of "entertainers". They were as close as they could get to the girl next-door type. They seemed friendly and weren't too intimidating. Jackie and Donna were in the center of the "couch" with Manny and Trace on either side. The music probably didn't have much to do with it, but as it started, the dancers moved the small table out of the way and started dancing. The dancers rubbed their bodies all over the two women. They went from in between their legs all the way up to their chests. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on who was being asked,) Donna and Jackie were both wearing slacks, so there wasn't going to be any exposed legs or panties. The dancers ground their faces between the women's legs. Even with the slacks it was erotic, seeing Jackie and Donna like this. The dancers then put their mouths to the wives ears. It looked like the women were getting a little tongue action on their ear lobes. It might have been that, but it was also some female conspiracy. The dancers told the wives they should relax and have fun; put on a good show for the husbands and everyone wins. The dancers would get better tips and the wives would get their reward at home. The wives were told how to signal the dancers at any time they felt uncomfortable with what was happening. Donna and Jackie smiled. The dancers were right; this little show was a dream come true for Manny and Trace. The 'girls only' conspiracy made the women more comfortable with the situation. They relaxed and got into it. The dancer with Jackie had her hands roaming all over Jackie's body. Jackie looked at Manny and said, "Why can't you touch me like this!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The dancers were all over the women. Their hands were everywhere. They ground their crotches and then their asses into the wives crotches. They took the women's faces and squeezed them into the middle of their exposed breasts. Trace and Manny were excited by the erotic sight before them. The women had said it wouldn't happen, and they had believed it wouldn't. But in the heat of the moment, it all seemed okay. The dancers, as if in unison, pushed the women's tops up, dragging the bras with them, and totally exposed the wives breasts. The dancers rubbed their own bare breasts on the breasts of the wives, then began messaging them with their hands. Jackie and Donna began to feel twinges of sexual arousal as their nipples hardened. They were surprised to find that their bodies appreciated the attention even if it was coming from another woman. The dancers continued to grind into the women's crotches as they lowered their mouths to the wives nipples, giving each of them a quick lick and suck. Jackie, in particular, was enjoying herself. She looked over to the next table and noticed that the four men there had their eyes glued to her. She became even more excited, imagining how much they wanted her. Then Jackie's dancer tried to take it to the next level. In another minute or two it might have worked but the move was too sudden and Jackie wasn't quite ready for it. In one quick move the dancer unfastened the snap on Jackie's pants; the zipper went down; and the dancer's hand went into the pants and onto Jackie's panty covered lips and clit. Donna's dancer was trying to do the same thing with her, but the wives put a stop to it. The men were somewhat disappointed but the music ended anyway and the dancers stood up. As Manny and Trace paid the dancers and Jackie and Donna rearranged their clothes, the men at the next table applauded their appreciation. The wives were wound up, more adrenaline rush then sexual excitement. Jackie later said that she felt like a college girl on a wild spring break night. Maybe that explained her behavior as they walked past the table of four men on their way out of the club. Jackie stopped and with her flirtiest smile, thanked them for clapping. The guys were all saying how great she was and how lucky her husband was. One of the men said that he hadn't really been able to get a good view because the dancer was always in the way. Without really giving it much thought, Jackie, now standing in the middle of the club, pulled her top and bra up over her breasts, exposing her tits to all of the nearby tables. She smiled and asked if that was any better. The nearby tables erupted in cheers and cat calls. Jackie pulled her top back down and said goodnight. They drove home in silence. It was Manny's car and he and Jackie were in the front, Trace and Donna in the back. The only sound was the rustle of clothes as both couples tried to maintain the rush. When they got to the house, they hastily said goodnight to each other and went to their respective rooms. It was several hours before the urges that had been building all night had finally been satisfied. The three of them reminisced about that night in the darkness of the boat's cockpit, still, there was no discussion of what had or had not happened when Trace had slept with Jackie the previous night. It was close to ten and Manny took Jackie below, leaving Trace alone at the helm. Trace's mind was racing with sexual images. He fantasized about having Jackie's legs wrapped around his neck. He loosened his shorts and put his hand in to feel his manhood. The images came into focus: Jackie teasing with the towel; his tongue on Jackie's nipples and her hand on his cock; the two of them playing on the tow line. He opened his shorts and let his turgid member out into the dim light of the cockpit. He revisited the night at the strip club, the dancers licking on those gorgeous tits while he and Manny and others in the club watched; and the aftermath, glorious sex with Donna, orally bringing each other to climax after climax. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked furiously until he came. He shot his load all over the cockpit. The salt-water spray would wash that away before anyone else showed up on deck. Manny and Jackie headed down to the berth to sleep. Jackie was aroused by a day of sexual teasing. She had woken up naked with Trace, then flirted with him and shared little feels in the water. She was on fire. She climbed in the bed with Manny and closed the door. She gave him a hot wet kiss and whispered to him, asking him to fuck her. Manny had seen her like this before. Usually it was after a night out and some drinking. Her wanting to be fucked was not the same as her wanting to make love. He recognized and enjoyed the difference, but didn't really understand it. He would ask her about it, but she would just say that she was feeling naughty. Manny had suspected that on these nights she didn't want to feel like a wife; she wanted to feel like a girl friend, or maybe even a girl picked up at a bar. He wondered, on these occasions, if she didn't also pretend that he was someone else, maybe a flashback to her single days. As hot as some of these nights had been during their marriage, they also bothered him. Rather then just leave them to fantasy, he often read things into them and would become insecure. Tonight was different, though. Manny, like Jackie, was aroused by the events of the day and previous night. He too was ready for a fuck. He kissed her harshly, pulling off her clothes in a rush. She responded similarly, ripping his clothes off in her excitement. She was like an animal in heat. She sucked on his ears, his tongue and his nipples, leaving a hicky. She tried to take his cock in her mouth but as she did he pushed her back and slipped his tool into her pussy. She raised her legs to get him in deeper as he plowed her hard with little regard. The passion was intense and she exploded with an orgasm, her body bucking and jerking. Manny felt her violent emotion and he came too. His gasps joined her shrieks of ecstasy as his body tensed and he filled her with his cum. Sunrise at Sea As their orgasms subsided, Manny started to soften. She whispered in his ear, "Don't take it out yet." Her tone became sexy and pleading, "One isn't enough tonight. Please, don't quit yet." Manny wanted to satisfy his wife. He made his way down the front of her, gently biting each of her nipples on the way. He rested his head between her legs and lapped up the juices dripping from her cunt. Jackie loved it but she didn't really want his soft tongue; she wanted his hard cock. She kicked on the sides of the boat and forced them into a 69 position. While Manny kept his head buried between her legs she worked at sucking his cock back to life. Manny was amazed at how she was acting tonight. He asked her, out of jealousy or out of excitement, he wasn't sure which, why she was so hot tonight. She avoided his question, saying it was just the ocean air and wine. She put her lips back on his organ, trying to get it hard once again. But Manny wasn't going to settle for her answer. He asked, "Are you sure it wasn't something else, like last night in bed, or today on the tow line, with Trace?" His question left Jackie feeling a bit awkward. She didn't know how to answer. But Manny's body was telling her what she needed to know. She felt his still lifeless penis growing in her mouth. She teasingly whispered, "Is that what you think, or is that what you want to believe?" It was Manny's turn to wonder how he should answer. He could feel his cock growing and he knew it wasn't all from Jackie's mouth. After a brief silence, he finally managed to admit, "Maybe a little of both." "I would never go out and cheat on you; you know that; but I am human too. We woke up naked and very close. It was exciting." She put her lips back on Manny's dick. It was getting hard. Manny's cock was responding more to the dialogue than to her mouth. And it was affecting her too. She was becoming more aroused and was close to another orgasm. "Tell me what happened. Tell me what you mean by close and exciting," Manny said, then went back to his ministrations. Manny's tongue was exploring her insides, but the conversation was exciting as well. Jackie was really getting hot, but she was also becoming afraid. She whispered, "I don't want you to get mad. Nothing really happened, but we were awful close." She licked up the drops of cum on the head of his dick and encircled it with her lips. Manny teased her clit with his tongue, then gave it a loving bite and said, "I'm not going to get mad. Just tell me about it." Jackie wrapped her hand around his now hardening cock shaft and proceeded to tell him. "Well, we woke up and were facing each other. Our legs were tangled and his penis was sticking out of his boxers and was kind of between my legs," she said shyly. "I was cuddled against his chest. We talked a bit but we didn't move. I wanted to know how he got there and why you sent him. "Then he started to softly touch my nipples. You know what does to me," she said. "I was aroused and I think I was angry with you for putting me in that position. I guess I used that as an excuse for my behavior." "What do you mean, your behavior?" Manny asked. "Well, I don't know. I was aroused and I looked up at him and kissed him, I guess to get back at you, or at least that was my excuse. The truth is that I was aroused, being naked like that. Trace is a good-looking guy." Jackie stopped talking as she started to feel a little guilt with her arousal. Manny had been softly teasing her clit while she stroked his cock. He assured her that he wanted to hear it all. He didn't blame her. He was getting aroused and she could tell it. His cock had gone from dead to hard as a rock. She continued. "Well, we kissed a few times and then he started to lick my nipples. It didn't last very long, only long enough for me to reach down and stroke his cock, like I'm doing to you. Then I felt guilty and nervous. I got up, got dressed and went to join you in the cockpit. That's all that happened." Manny was on fire and so was she. She shifted around and pushed him on his back. She straddled him and slid his cock inside her. She looked at him with total desire and said, "Now fuck me and don't you dare cum before I'm ready cause if you do you'll have to go up and relieve Trace so he can come down and share the bed with me again." Those words were almost enough to make Manny cum right then, but he held it off. She moaned and groaned things like, "Fuck me hard," and "Don't cum yet please." They were both fucking like it was the first time for both of them. They paused long enough to kiss a few minutes and then he got in a doggie position and fucked her from behind as he slapped her ass. They were both exhausted and as he repeatedly rammed into her she screamed, "Now, deeper, cum with me!" They felt the guns roar and the rockets explode as they shared an intense orgasm. They crumpled in a heap and fell asleep instantly. They hadn't been asleep for much more than an hour when the alarm went off. It woke both of them, but the alarm was for Jackie's 2 AM watch. She hoped briefly that Manny would volunteer to take it, but then thought of Trace getting into bed with her. She wasn't going to let that happen again. Manny hadn't had much sleep either and really wanted to stay in bed. Nonetheless, he was ready to volunteer for the watch when Jackie jumped out of bed. She threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. As Manny went back to sleep, she made coffee and went to the cockpit. It was an awkward situation for Jackie and Trace. Both knew that what had taken place in the V-berth, and on the tow line, was more than ordinary friendship. They shared a look, a silent commitment to each other and to their spouses, that said it could never happen again. They talked about the stars, the weather and the boat. Neither dared to talk about what had happened between them. After a few minutes, Trace left Jackie at the helm and went below. Trace was emotionally torn. As he tried to go to sleep on the bunk he thought of the intimacies he had shared with Jackie. Even though the excitement of it was more than words could describe, he knew it shouldn't have happened, and he knew it would never happen again. He felt guilt and arousal at the same time. Trace didn't know that his best friend had gotten really turned on when he was told about the encounter. During the next few hours, as Trace and Manny slept below, Jackie was alone in the cockpit with her thoughts. She had told Manny about everything she had done with Trace. Instead of angry words with each other, both had become sexually excited by the discussion. It had resulted in one of the best fucks Jackie and Manny had ever had. If just talking about it had been so good for both of them, then it couldn't be wrong. Jackie became aroused again. She thought of naughty ways to explore this newfound adventure. She recalled the crazy things said and the fooling around that had come from that night at the strip club. A plan began to form in her mind. Manny came into the cockpit a little after six. Jackie had managed to keep herself awake visualizing her plan but was now half asleep and barely acknowledged Manny's presence before stumbling down the companionway. She saw Trace on the bunk, but she could only think of sleep. She collapsed in the V-berth without taking off her clothes and was instantly asleep. Around 10 AM Trace was awakened by the sound of Jackie taking her shower. She came out wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of panties. Trace pretended to still be asleep as she worked around the galley fixing coffee and heating muffins. Her bare legs were tantalizing and even though her sweatshirt covered most of her panties, he imagined that he could see right through them. She reached up to get the coffee mugs from the overhead and the sweatshirt rode up, providing a sight of her thin panties stretched sensuously across her ass. He hadn't been fooling her. As she turned around with the mugs she asked Trace if he was ready for coffee. He blushed at having been caught and acknowledged that that sounded good. Jackie grinned and turned away from him to pour the coffee. While her back was turned, Trace got out of the bunk and pulled on his shorts, trying his best to hide his erection. The two of them took the coffee and muffins topside to join Manny. It was nearly an hour later when Jackie started her little game. The three of them had shared the coffee, the muffins and some light conversation. Jackie was still dressed in the sweatshirt and panties. She was brushing her freshly washed hair as she initiated the conversation about Traces birthday last year. She reminded the others that Trace still hadn't gotten the lap dance that had been promised to him. Trace said that watching Jackie and Donna get the lap dances was more fun than any lap dance he could get. Jackie shook her head and said, "Wanna bet. I'm gonna give you a lap dance you'll never forget." Trace's cock jerked to attention as he thought about how great it would be. But he was confused. He couldn't imagine how this could ever happen, much less with Manny looking on. He didn't say anything. He just sat there with his mouth hanging open. Jackie added, "Its Manny's idea. He bet me that I couldn't make you cum with a lap dance." This was news to Manny. Sure, he had said Jackie was sexy enough to work in a place like that. And yes, they had kidded about the wives giving the husbands a lap dance. But there had never been any discussion about Jackie making Trace cum. However, Manny thought he knew where she was headed. During their little fuck session last night they had both gotten really hot talking about what Jackie and Trace had been doing. Jackie was about to create some real excitement and he wasn't about to do anything to stop her. The men looked on dumbfounded as Jackie removed her sweatshirt and stood in front of Trace in just her panties. She unbuttoned and removed Trace's shirt, then pulled down his shorts, leaving him in his boxers. She straddled his lap and slowly started to move her hips against him. Trace could feel himself straining inside his boxers as Jackie rubbed her panties against it. He nervously looked at Manny. But Manny was grinning from ear to ear. He quickly put some music on the CD player as Jackie began her tease. She took Trace's hands and placed them on her bottom where they would be away from her sensitive nipples. Trace could feel the heat in his hands as he squeezed the soft flesh of Jackie's butt cheeks through the thin material of her panties. Jackie's bare breasts, right in front of him, bounced in time to the music. He kept trying to grab one in his mouth but she always seemed to move away just in time. He could feel Jackie's pussy through the thin undergarments as she ground it into his cock. Jackie knew that making Trace cum wouldn't be all that hard. But she wasn't sure how soon she wanted it to happen. She looked at Trace. He wasn't going to last long. She looked at Manny. He was like a kid in a candy store. The excitement was getting to her too. She had already soaked her panties and she could hardly feel the thin material between the two of them as she rubbed herself along the length of Trace's hardened manhood. Jackie gyrated her hips, more of a dry hump then a lap dance, while Trace held her ass tight and pulled her closer to him. She could feel him, fully erect, his breathing getting heavier. Jackie was dripping wet. She too was aroused. She felt that wonderful feeling building inside her. There hadn't really been any rules, there had only been a silent understanding that nothing was really going to happen. But as the excitement built, the inhibitions dropped and the rules got thrown out. Trace moved his fingers from Jackie's ass to her nipples. To Jackie, it felt like an electric current rippling through her body. From deep in her throat she let out a moan, and before she could regain control, Trace had covered one of her breasts with his mouth. Manny watched in amazement. He knew his wife well. He knew the sounds and the look on her face. He knew this wasn't going to stop with a harmless lap dance. With Trace's mouth on one nipple and his fingers on the other, Jackie lost control. She feverously dry humped Trace's cock with her pussy. Manny was so overtaken with lust that he had his hand in his pants. Jackie and Trace gyrated their bodies against each other. Trace's mouth came up for air but was met by Jackie's open mouth and moist tongue. It was more than Trace could take. As Jackie hungrily devoured his tongue, Trace erupted with a shattering orgasm. Jackie shuddered as she reached a peak. The two of them clung to each other tightly as the feeling gradually subsided. As Trace regained his composure, Jackie looked at Manny. She wanted more and she stared longingly at the bulge in Manny's pants. Manny had never seen his wife with another man. This was a hot new experience. He felt some twinges of jealousy but there was no denying his aroused state. Watching Jackie bring Trace to an orgasm had been about all he could take. When Jackie looked his way he was about ready to rip off his pants and take matters into his own hands. Jackie got up from Trace's lap and yanked Manny off the small cushioned couch. She ripped off her soaking wet panties and dragged Manny down to her on the floor of the cockpit. Manny wasn't resisting. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Working together, they got him out of his pants quickly and he plunged his hardened tool into her sopping wet love nest. It was a good thing he had cum twice the night before or it would have been over in seconds. He slammed into her again and again. She raised her hips off the deck and met his thrusts. His balls slapped against her as he jammed himself into her deeply. This was not love making. This was animalistic sex, two aroused human bodies satisfying one another. She came, this time a little more intensely than before, but still leaving her wanting more. They didn't stop. They slowed the pace and continued with slower, more deliberate strokes. Manny began massaging her nipples as she dug her nails into his ass cheeks. They continued as if Trace wasn't there, but he was. He had come back to life. He was standing near them in his boxers with his semi hard cock sticking out. This was more exciting than anything he had ever seen in the movies. Jackie looked over and saw Trace watching them. Jackie put her hand out toward Trace and as he stepped closer she took his cock in her hand and pulled it toward her mouth. Trace knelt on the deck beside Jackie's head and she closed her lips around his cock. Manny was watching and thought, "Oh my God! This is my lovely wife, the mother of my children, with my cock inside her, driving her mad, and my best friend's cock hardening in her mouth." The sight and the thought of it was too much for Manny. He pushed into Jackie as far as he could go. His whole body went rigid. Jackie locked her legs around his and tightened her inner muscles onto his cock. His head was thrown back; his eyes were closed and his mouth opened wide as he pumped his sperm into her. He was completely spent. His body went limp. Manny dragged his lifeless form off his wife and lay flat on his back on the deck of the boat, still panting from the shattering orgasm he had experienced. Animal instinct took over. Trace slid his cock out of Jackie's mouth and took Manny's place between her legs. He briefly teased her pussy lips with the head of his cock and then entered his friend's lovely wife. He had often imagined what it would be like to be fucking Jackie but no amount of imagining could have ever equaled the reality. Jackie responded with soft moans and whispers of how close she was to cumming again. Trace moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then increasing the tempo. He licked on one of her nipples. She dug her fingers into his ass. Manny could not ignore the sounds of sex right next to him. He rolled toward Jackie and put his mouth on her other nipple. "Oh my God!" Jackie yelled as both nipples were sucked at the same time, "That's incredible. Please don't stop, either of you." Her back arched and her vagina tightened. Jackie was experiencing wave after wave of rippling orgasms. They seemed to go on forever as Trace continued to fuck her hard. Manny was nibbling on one breast while Trace was gently biting on Jackie's other nipple. Trace could feel Jackie's lustful writhing and he too exploded, this time inside his friend's wife. They all just lay there a few minutes, quietly catching their breath. They were all worried. Maybe they had gone too far. Jackie laid her head on Manny's shoulder and asked if he was okay. Manny hugged her and said, "This has been the most exciting adventure of my life. It couldn't have been any better." The three of them smiled at each other and enjoyed the afterglow of the incredible passion they had just exchanged. A few hours later they entered the Abaco chain and headed for Marsh Harbor. Tonight they would be docked and have dinner in a restaurant. Tomorrow, as the sun rose over the Atlantic, they would take the puddle jumper flight to the mainland, and from there, they would fly home to North Carolina. The adventure was over. Sunrise at the Park Although it has been 5 years since I was last in town, it wasn't hard to find my favorite spot at the park. It was a green bench on the edge of the lake that faced the tree lines across the water. I sat down and reminisced the old days, the fun and wild times during my senior year. There was one particular night... It was early morning, 5 am to be exact. Everyone was plastered and snored like reckless pigs with the exception of me and Justin, whom I had a crush since 9th grade. We flirted and joked with each other throughout the year, but nothing really happened between us. So all alone, we decided to waddle to the park to watch the sunrise. I couldn't remember how it all started; next thing I knew, our lips devoured each others as our tongues danced in one another hungry mouths. He pulled down the top of my polka dot dress along with my bra to expose two ample breasts. He then kneaded them one after another before he pinched the nipple between his fingers. I moaned satisfyingly. "Remind me why we haven't done this before?" Justin chuckled and nudged my side gently. "Better late than never." I took his hint and hopped onto his lap; never broke our kiss. I raised my hip high and long enough for him to pull down his black jeans and boxer. His erected member immediately greeted me and planted in right in the middle of the small triangle in front of my thong. I felt the heat seeping through the wet silk fabric. His hands moved from my back down on my buttock, where he squeezed them forcefully before he travelled further down to my legs. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, pulled his head slightly back and broke our kiss to stare into his icy blue eyes. He returned with a smirk while he moved his hands inside my thighs. "What's wrong?" "You know I'm leaving next week?" "More reason to make tonight memorable," he added and leaned forward. I met him half way and glued our lips together. His fingers pulled the thong to aside; the breeze gently brushed across my bald pussy. His other hand lifted my hip upward and positioned the opening right above the head of his cock. I nibbled on his top lips before bit and pulled the bottom one. He squirmed for a bit, chuckled and then thrust his upward, sliding his hot rod inside me. It was me who squirm this time and followed by soft moan and enjoyed the feeling of his rock hard cock slid in and out of my slippery pussy as I pumped my hip up and down. I tightened my muscle when I lifted up and relaxed when he thrust upward. "You are so hot," he complimented. "And you're so," I added between my breaths, "big! God, it fills me." His hand continued to massage my ass underneath the poka dot dress while I rode him. He leaned forcefully lean forward; I moved my hands back and rested on his knees. He stared to kiss my neck and travelled his way down to my breasts. He took my nipple into his mouth, lapped his tongue around before suckled on them like a little baby. "Ug-mm," I groaned when he bit my nipple and pulled on it. My fingers dug into the thick jean and sat still for a second, shocked from the surprise. He laughed. "Ok. Ok. Mouth off," he promised. "Turn around." I obeyed his wish and hastily turned my back toward him. We quickly reconnected again at the hip; his cock felt hotter second time around. His hands cupped both of my breasts and kneaded them gently this time. I continued to pump my hip while he thrust for deeper access. My hips bucked and felt the blood pumping through his cock. I twisted back to lock our lips. He held onto my hips and assisted my movement, pushing me down with more force. He groaned and bit down on my shoulder with his lips. My pussy ached as the sensation shocked through my body. We both groaned loudly, my hand reached back to run through his hair while his hands squeezed my hips tighter and his knees buckled together. Our body melted against his each other as we were about to reach our climax. "L. Look," he breathed heavily and nudged ahead toward the rising sun. Sunrise Hotel I wouldn't do it. They couldn't make me. It wasn't fair. But I had to. I had no choice. I had to do this to save him. Compared to him, my body meant nothing. It was just a lump of flesh and bone. Any mark would fade, any cut would heal. My broken heart would probably remain, but my life would continue, as long as he walked this world. He was the reason I woke up in the morning, the reason I was stood outside The Sunrise Hotel, though why it was called a hotel I had never known. It was more like those crappy motels you see in those cheesy American horror films from the fifties. You know, the ones where the lead actress gets murdered before daylight, usually getting stabbed in the shower or something. Yep, like that. The tacky electric sign was flashing away and half the windows were broken. Still, I was here to do a job and I was going to do it. My five and a half inch silver stiletto heels clacked against the tarmac drive, the taxi that had dropped me off long gone along with my last ten pounds. I walked up the four large steps to the front door. I was sure that the entrance to this hotel with its slate steps and yellowing columns once looked rather grand, but at this point, the building had withered, grown tired from pollution, years of neglect and vandalism. The chips that covered the pillars made me wonder if it was weathered or simply someone had decided that the kindest thing to do would be to tear them down and rebuild, but stopped when they discovered how expensive the project was going to be. The bushes that decorated the porch appeared to be in full vibrancy under the dim light from the street that barely reached the building. Never mind that the sun was, in fact, still up, I would always say it was the dim light which caused me to miss the fact that the plants were plastic. Looking back though, it made so much more sense. There was no way the plants could be so well sculptured in a place like this. The front door was jammed. The wooden panel was chipped and scraped, the glass panes cracked and smashed, the door handle so loose it jiggled freely in my hand. I grasped it tightly and, rather ungracefully, shoved my weight into the door. It gave in under my weight and I stumbled into the foyer. There was no one at the desk to see me lose my dignity. The wasn't even a computer like there usually is in hotels nowadays to keep track of the guests. All that was there was a small bell and a notebook. I rang the bell and the door behind the counter opened. Another young woman stepped out. Her brown cardigan and skirt were both very shabby, her dirty blonde hair a complete rat's nest. Her face was plastered in make-up and the bright red lipstick that she had pasted over her mouth had smeared across her teeth. "Good evening, my name is Rose. How can I help you?" Her smile was so big and fake it could've rivalled a clown's. I had a feeling it was incredibly well practiced. "I'm looking for Mr Cullen. He is expecting me." "Ah yes. He comes here a lot. It's room two one three. It's on the second floor turn right at the stairs and go right to the end of the corridor. It's on the right hand side. Don't worry, we've placed the other two guests on the other side of the hotel so that you two will have your privacy. The walls are very thin here." "Thanks," I said and headed towards the stairs that were to the right of the foyer. They were incredibly steep. My calves were beginning to ache by the time I reached the second floor, my presence, I'm sure, noticeable to the ghosts and the rats in this place due to the squeaks of the floorboards. The corridor was rather bland; the magnolia walls were peeling and starting to sweat with mould, smelling like my grandmother's feet. The carpet was the typical nineteen seventies retro diamond pattern, red with gold and blue, although the colours had faded to almost pink, brown and grey. Walking up to room two one three, my conscience was running riot. "You don't have to do this," I thought, "You can find something else. There are other jobs out there. You can make two thousand dollars another way." There wasn't another way. I had to do this. For him. I needed to be strong and get the money to get him back. Stood before the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. The door squeaked as it was drawn open. There stood a man I assumed to be Mr Cullen. He was tall, I'd have said around six foot four. His shoulders were broad, mirroring the masculinity that emanated from the rest of his muscular body. Only his face betrayed his age, along with his greying hair. I guessed he was around the age of fifty, but it was difficult to tell as his eyes were aged beyond his physique. "Emma, I presume. Come in." He stepped aside to let me pass. "Thank you Sir." "Would you like a drink before we begin, Emma? Perhaps a glass of wine?" "Yes, thank you Sir." I needed anything I could get to calm my nerves. "I see you have paid attention to the shopping list, Emma. You have done well." He said, looking up and down my body, inspecting his purchase as he handed me a glass of white wine. "Thank you Sir." He removed the blue shawl I was wearing over my shoulders and revealed my white dress which was strapless and wrapped tightly around my waist. The skirt fell to the middle of my calves. Mr Cullen requested that I wear this to make me look like the virgin I was. He liked his women to be wholly innocent so he could sully them. He was a disgusting creep, but he was also the only way I could save him, so I gave him what he wanted. I was twenty-three years old and had never been touched by another man. We were waiting until we were married. That idea's gone out the window because of my desperation. Also, to get married, the groom has to be alive. Mr Cullen was willing to pay the full two grand if I did exactly as he wanted for one night. Which is why I was standing barefoot, in the middle of the room, with him circling me, inspecting me, prodding and pulling at my dress. The dress that I was going to declare my eternal love in, dance my first dance as a married woman in, and give my most valuable gift to the man I love in. None of that was going to happen in this dress now. I would give my most valuable gift to a man I didn't know, in exchange for the life of my fiancé whom will never want to see me again. In the end, my wedding dress didn't matter. Eventually, the first part of his inspection was done and he ripped my dress at the seams, allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving me completely bare. I immediately brought my hands up to cover myself as a reflex, but remembered my instructions and dropped them to my sides. He studied me once again, squeezing my buttocks and breasts before inspecting my core. "Very nice," he said, only speaking to my breasts, never once looking into my eyes. "Thank you Sir," I refocused my gaze onto the floor, where it should have been the entire time. He took my hand in his and led me to the bed. I took the opportunity at this point to look around the room. It was quite large, the same magnolia colour from the corridor adorned the walls. The bed was in the middle of the room. It was a large four-poster bed with a wonderfully crafted if not neglected headboard. There was one painting either side of the bed of kittens, each playing with various objects. He pushed me forward so I was bent over, my elbows resting on the mattress, my head bowed. He put his hands on the insides of my thighs, forcing me to spread the. He left me in that position for a moment and stepped back. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as the embarrassment of being completely exposed to a man who I knew nothing about overcame my body. The shame of what I was doing crippled me. I was nothing but a two-bit whore. After a few minutes, I wasn't entirely sure how long, he came back over to me and caressed my backside. The change from the roughness of before to the gentility he was currently exuding caught me off-guard, and suddenly, the room that was horrendously dark and dingy, became filled with an inescapable erotic charge. My entire body shuddered with arousal as moisture appeared between my legs. His fingers moved gradually closer and closer to my now soaking core. He caressed the lips of my vagina with one finger before gently inserting it. I felt so full, that one intrusion causing me to have doubts as to whether a full-sized penis would fit, as I highly doubted from his stature that his manhood would be lacking in anyway. "Tight. Perfect." I didn't respond to this comment as I didn't know if I was meant to. I quickly learnt I was wrong though when his strong hand met my behind with a resounding THWACK! "Thank me, Emma. Or have you lost your tongue?" "No Sir, sorry Sir. Thank you Sir." I kept my head down as I said this to make sure I didn't transgress again. I focused on the green floral pattern on the bedspread. He slowly moved his finger in and out of my heated core, occasionally adding a second and stretching me with it. Eventually he pulled out of me entirely and walked round to the other side of the bed. He pulled my chin up so I was looking at him, my hands clasped together. I was sure it looked as if I were begging him. Begging him for mercy, for freedom, for the satisfaction of sweet release. He didn't say anything, just lifted his right hand. Two of his fingers were glistening in the candlelight. The shame and guilt I felt at this point knew no bounds. I was enjoying it. I shouldn't have. The man in front of me was sick and twisted, just like the men who had taken him. He was taking away the one thing I had that I held any value to. My innocence. It was going to belong to him. He was going to take it. But that wasn't fair, it wasn't right. I didn't want him to have it. But then, I couldn't understand, why was I aroused? It didn't make any sense. I hated that man so much for what he was about to do to me, yet the idea of him stopping and not going through with it was almost as abhorrent. I began to feel an ache in my lower abdomen as he continued to stare at me. He moved back around so he was behind me again and pulled me up so I was on my feet again, my naked back pressed against his clothed chest. He brushed my long brown hair over one shoulder and kissed down my exposed neck, his hands pulling my hips towards him so I could feel his erection pressed against my backside. "Lay on the bed." I crawled onto the bed and lay down in the middle and unsuccessfully tried to look away as he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his hairless chest. He had a small tattoo of a Cullen on the top of his left arm. I'd seen that tattoo before, on them. Each of the three men who had ruined my life had that same tattoo in the same place. He was one of them. Mr Cullen took his trousers off, exposing himself to me fully. I had been right about his manhood, he was very large. My fears came back as I was absolutely certain that he'd split me in half. I had no choice but to lay still as he joined me on the bed. He was clearly ignoring the tears that were streaming down my cheeks, as he moved my legs into a comfortable position for him. He lay down between them and thrusted. He pierced me. The pain overtook any emotion I felt. I was being ripped open by a human jackhammer. Over and over he pounded into me, making me scream out in agony. He leant forward and grabbed the skin of my neck between his teeth and sucked whilst tugging at my nipples. My body began to shake at the combination of excruciating pain and unbelievable pleasure. My body was on fire, every nerve ending was tingling as the pain in my womanhood began to subside, making way for the waves of ecstasy that ran course through my body. Then, mercifully or mercilessly, I never did decide which, he stopped and pulled out of me. My vagina was throbbing out of control with the need to be sated. Then he reminded me why I was there. "Clean me." I looked at his length in disgust as our arousals mixed and combined with the last remnants of my virginity, my value, my self-respect. I crawled to where he was standing and knelt before him, tentatively licking him before taking his entire length into my mouth. The salty taste of arousal combined with the rusty taste of blood almost made me gag. He grew tired of my efforts and grasped my hair, forcing my pace to increase. His penis was now hitting the back of my throat with every thrust, choking me. I felt light headed and dizzy from the lack of oxygen until he finally stopped and allowed me to catch my breath. He still had his hand wrapped in my hair and started to beat my face with his member, smearing the juices across my face. He started to stroke himself, getting faster and faster. I didn't realise what he was doing until it was too late. His seed spattered all over my face, coating my nose, cheeks and mouth. Spurt after spurt he came over my face, sometimes hitting me in the eye. The shame that I felt reached an all-time high, I'd never felt more disgusting or worthless in my life. "Get out whore." Mr Cullen spat on me and threw the rags that were once my best dress at me. "Don't you dare wipe that cum of your face bitch; wear it as a badge of honour so that as you walk home, everyone will know that you are a worthless slut. Rose has what you want. It's in an envelope. She will only give it to you if you ask her on your hands and knees." I nodded. "Thank you Sir." The door slammed behind me. I quickly tried to cover myself with the scrap of material that he had given me. I'd only just managed. I walked back down the stairs to the foyer and rang the bell again. When Rose came out she had a shocked look on her face, but then I must have looked disgusting. My hair was matted, my face stained with tears and ejaculate, my breasts and backside barely covered by one scrap of white lace and I was barefoot. I bowed my head and dropped to my knees. The scrap of material fell, revealing my bruised and shameful body to her. "Please can I have my reward?" I asked in a mousy voice I didn't recognise as my own. She silently handed me the envelope and got up, trying to recover any dignity by covering myself up. I thanked her and walked outside, hiding behind one of the pillars as I opened the envelope. There was no money inside, nor was there a cheque for the two grand I had been promised. There was just a picture of a man I barely recognised, my fiancé. He was lying lifelessly on the bed where I had just performed the most heinous act I could ever imagine. I turned the photograph over, where there was a small inscription, just two words. Two words which changed my life forever. TOO LATE. Sunrise Interlude They had shagged themselves silly for two days straight. Opportunities like this - the chance to spend two whole days and, even more importantly, two fantastic nights alone and uninterrupted - were few and far between, so they had made the best of it. Unfortunately, today their idyll would have to end and they would need to return to the roles and responsibilities waiting for them at home. She snuggled up next to him drowsily, feeling secure in his encircling arms. She fought against waking completely, knowing that this day would bring an end to their time together, childishly hoping that if she didn't admit that she was awake, the morning would last that much longer. She felt his strong hands gently stroking her skin, caressing her shoulders, tugging lightly on her hair. She rolled over onto her back to allow him greater access to her waiting body. After the ferocity of their lovemaking the night before, she was incredibly tender, sore, and bruised... in all the right places! The pain was exquisite, a reminder of their time together that she would carry with her for the next few days, a way of keeping him that much closer to herself. Still half asleep, remembrances of the past night, coupled with his sensuous touches, began to arouse her. Dreamily, she reached up to softly caress her left breast, feeling the nipple harden under her fingertips. Brushing her fingers over the sensitive flesh, she felt the familiar tingling run through her body, as it did most mornings when she awoke alone after dreaming of his touch. A low moan escaped her lips as she instinctively arched her back in response, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers. She'd awoken this way so many times - hot, wet and aching for his touch - that it was a shock to feel the warmth of his lips and tongue take over from her wandering hand. Eyes still closed, she murmured his name and fell even further into the seductive spell he was weaving around her. His insistent mouth sucked and nuzzled her breasts into aching fullness, his teeth taking firm hold on her throbbing nipple, nipping and biting until she cried out from the intensity of the feelings, then moving on to its mate, licking and sucking until it too was standing proudly firm and high, ripe for the plucking. And pluck them, he did... With his attention firmly centered on her heaving breasts, her head thrashed helplessly on the pillow, caught up in the thrilling feelings coursing through her body. Her tits had always been extremely sensitive and the play of his hands, mouth, and teeth on them was driving her wild. Gasping and panting, one hand wound itself into his hair, pressing his head to her breast, stroking his neck and strong shoulders. Unthinkingly, her right hand crept downwards, gently skimming her hip and belly before slipping beneath her panties. Her knowing fingers brushed over the patch of fur covering her mons and deftly parted the folds of her wet pussy. She often masturbated while imagining his mouth on her succulent tits, knowing how good his tongue and teeth would make her feel, but no matter how she pinched, stroked or pulled, she was never able to duplicate the feeling. This morning was like a dream come true... as the warmth of his mouth enveloped her, her long fingers were rubbing and stroking her dripping slit. Circling her tender clit, her hips began to pump in rhythm to his sucking and she felt her pussy clench with the sensations he was causing. The change in her breathing and the undulating motion of her hips caused him to turn his head and observe her hand hidden beneath her panties. He watched her appreciatively for a few moments, unobserved as she still had her eyes closed, the better to concentrate on all the sensations overtaking her. Her excitement was obvious. As if the flush spreading across her breasts and the rapid breathing weren't indicators enough, the juices dripping from her hot pussy had soaked her panties so thoroughly they were almost transparent. Easy enough to watch her hand dancing on her tiny button and slipping quickly in and out of her quivering snatch. As her excitement mounted, he increased the attention to her luscious tits, sucking and biting harder, drawing the hard peaks out and up, stretching them higher above her chest before releasing them, to begin all over again. He knew her breasts would be black and blue tomorrow and that she'd wear his marks proudly. As she moaned and writhed helplessly beneath this onslaught, his hand reached down and ripped away the panties covering her. Openly watching her masturbate now, her legs spread farther apart as if to improve his view, while her hips continued to thrust restlessly against her probing fingers. Fascinated, he watched the intricate path her fingers wove stroking her clit, then rubbing it in tiny circles, dipping downwards to lightly touch the entrance to her warm tunnel. Her cunt was soaked, droplets of her juice glistening in her pubes, gleaming on her thighs and fingers. Finally he could control his excitement no longer and reached a hand down to touch the sweet honey for himself. Feeling his hand make contact with her pussy so unexpectedly sent shivers through her body. As she continued to rub her clit, he thrust two fingers deep into her slick pussy and drove her over the edge and into the first of a series of rapid orgasms. He'd let her play long enough, now it was his turn to direct the action. Driving his fingers into her pussy, he pounded her with the flat of his hand, pressing her hand against her clit each time. She was so wet and slippery, his hand flew, pumping his fingers in and out of her. Each time was like sending an electric shock through her body. Any self control she might have had was gone, she'd become a mindless, whimpering creature, driven by her need for him. Her world had narrowed down to nothing more than him and her and the craving she had for his touch. Suddenly, he withdrew his hand. She moaned in frustration, needing to be filled by him. Instead he brought his dripping fingers up to her mouth, forcing her to lick and suck them till they were cleaned of her juices. Then he brought his mouth down to hers, tasting her sweet nectar on her lips and taking her breath away with the force of his kiss. He kissed her till she was dizzy from the intensity, then proceeded to work his way down her body. One hand still kneaded her breasts and tormented her aching nipples while the other continued to tease her pussy and clit. Stopping to lick or suck or bite whatever caught his interest, he took a slow leisurely route that threatened to drive her right out of her mind. Placing his hands under her ass, he slid down between her legs, draping them over his shoulders to keep them spread wide. Squeezing her butt, he spread her cheeks apart, then simply gazed at the sight awaiting him. She quivered in anticipation, unsure of what his next movement would be. As seconds turned into minutes, she squirmed uncomfortably, embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze. This earned her a resounding slap and he watched as the red handprint developed on her ass. Amused, he decided to add a few more to her pale cheeks and grinned as she gasped and groaned, trying unsuccessfully to avoid his hand. Satisfied with the now pink cheeks she presented, he began to soothe their burning, caressing her ass, gently stroking it and blowing cool puffs of breath against the warmth. As she began to relax into his hands, he lifted her backside back up and proceeded to bite and lick her cheeks. Spreading her legs wider, he exposed her even more fully to his gaze. She felt his finger begin to circle her asshole and she moaned. He quickly left her asshole and directed his attention to her still wet snatch. Rubbing her crotch, spreading her lips, then stroking her clit caused her excitement to mount once again. She felt his wet finger return once more to her tight, dark hole, teasing her. Circling around the sensitive puckered area, then tapping against the hole itself, he continued to excite her. When he brought her quivering body up to his face, she thought she'd die as she felt his hot mouth descend on her. There was no gentleness in this attack. He devoured her pussy as if he was a starving man. Licking up and down her slit, sucking her clit hard against his tongue, she screamed under the onslaught and came in a crashing, shuddering climax. But he wasn't through with her yet. He moved down and proceeded to lick her ass, probing with his tongue as his fingers thrust into her spasming slit. He curled his fingers and stroked the inside of her tunnel, drawing out her orgasm. Her head tossed wildly, her toes were curled, her fingers clenching the bed covers spasmodically, while unintelligible sounds of submission and need broke from her throat. At the height of all this, she felt the pressure against her asshole, but was too far gone to protest or care. Slowly he pressed forward and she felt his hard, heavy cock pushing through her tight anal ring. Lubricated by the juices flowing down her crack, he continued to slide through until he was fully seated. He paused a moment to let her adjust and to allow himself to appreciate the tightness and warmth of her ass as it wrapped around him. Withdrawing just a bit, he slid back in. Pushing her legs up to her chest, he had full access to her ass, pussy and tits. He reached forward and tweaked her nipples, sending another shudder through her over-excited body. He admired the dazed look on her face, knowing that she was totally his now, caught in the intensity of the moment, unable to do anything other than react to his stimulation. Reaching down, he thrust three fingers deep into her cunt, stretching her wide and rubbing her clit with his thumb. Then he began to take her ass. Long, slow, steady strokes. In and out, over and over. He could feel her body responding, feel her ass tightening up, clenching around his hard rod, squeezing him, milking him. His pace increased until he was slamming her ass so hard he was moving her up the bed. Every time he thudded against her, it forced a grunt from her and an answering growl from him. He leaned forward and grabbed her tits to steady himself. He used them like handles, pulling them to and fro as he rocked deep in her ass, and she continued to respond. Higher and higher she climbed, her hands tight on his thighs, pulling him even deeper inside her. She met him thrust for thrust, pumping her ass, whimpering uncontrollably, until at last he felt her contract around him like a vise. Muscles straining, body shuddering, he came deep inside her, pulsing and throbbing until every last drop of cum had been emptied from his balls. Only then did he pull out, collapsing beside her on the bed as she curled up lovingly next to him, relaxed and satiated... until the next time the need came upon them. Sunrise Lookout "Come on, come on, get up, its time to go!" My wife was talking and it sounded urgent. I opened my eyes just in time to see her rip the covers off the bed as her breasts bobbled in the back ground. I sat up, wondered what was happening and watched her, no bra as she zipped up the red track suit. I sniffed the air for signs of fire. "Put that on," she said and pointed at the red track suit beside me. I got up to find some jocks. She pushed me back onto the bed. "No jocks; just put them on. Quickly!" Rather than argue I put the tracksuit on, I'd never seen it before and wondered what was happening. Linda had been a little strange lately; she seemed to be out a lot and had been unusually secretive. I checked the time as it was still dark and was surprised to see it was 04.30 in the morning. "Come on." She walked out of the bedroom and I followed, stopped to have a wee and caught up with her in the hall. As we exited the house she pulled the front door shut. On the road, in the car, she pointed at a cardboard box between my legs on the floor and said "Coffee, please." I found the thermos and two cups. Coffee poured, I gave one to her and had one for myself. She looked at me with a big grin. "What's going on?" I asked and she said "Wait and see!" I sat, looked ahead and cradled the warm coffee in my hands as I wondered where we were going. Linda finished her coffee and put the cup down. "That was so good," she said as she reached over, pulled the zip on my pants down and pulled my cock out. I could see that the zip opening extended much further than usual and with my legs apart her access was unlimited. She fondled my balls, pushed them around in their sack, weighed them in her hand and squeezed them gently. She stroked my cock to a hot, massive erection and removed her hand to attend to the gears and steering wheel only when needed. I quickly drank my coffee and reached over. Like mine her tracksuit pants had a zip that extended much further down than usual and it was open. I put my hand in. Like me she had no underwear. I put my finger in and found her hot, wet and open. My fingers slid along the channel as they checked; her clitoris was large and firm, her labia were engorged and her vagina was wet, two fingers slid in easily. Linda had her legs wide apart to encourage me, she laughed at our audacity and the success of her plans so far. There were few cars on the road and driving was easy, even one handed. The moment was good, too good to spoil with conversation. We stopped. She grabbed a bag off the back seat and gave it to me; she reached back and found another for herself. We got out, Linda walked around the car to me and as I stood she grabbed my cock and balls. Gently she pulled and we started to walk quickly. I looked around but in the dark could see nothing to worry about and no-one could see us. We started to run, I had no choice, but I trust Linda and I didn't need to worry, she had a torch. We ran along a bush track, the freshness of the morning assisted our vigor and we laughed as we moved. Sometimes we became disconnected, she'd reach out, grab me and away we'd go again. It wasn't long and we stopped. I looked around in the early light and recognized the flat rocks, not far from Sunrise Lookout where tourists in their hoards came to admire the sunrise, especially on Sunday mornings and this morning was Sunday. Away from the rocks we sat down, Linda opened the bags and found chocolate bars, which we ate. Also a rug I'd never seen before which she spread in the middle of the rock. The early light was useful. We drank from a thermos of coffee. She put clothes, hers and mine, out of sight on the path we'd just come along. Then she stood and offered her hands so I would stand too. There was more light now, through the bushes I could see the lookout and the silhouettes of people lined along the fence. They were higher than us and the sheer cliff face made the fence in front of them very necessary. Though it wasn't very far it takes more than an hour and a half to get from there to here because of the cliff face. She checked her watch; she too knew how long it takes. From her pocket she produced stockings, I looked at them and wondered. She came to me and pulled one over my head, then did the same for herself. A small pair of scissors next appeared and holding them up she snipped a hole in the stocking for my mouth. She gave me the scissors and came close with her mouth open for me to do the same. She looked around to check that everything was ready, then reached out, grabbed my cock and started to pull me to the rock. We stood on the rug. I could clearly see the tourists and hear them talk in muffled tones as they waited for the sunrise. She unzipped my tracksuit top and pulled it off. Then she undid the button on my tracksuit pants and slid them down. Naked I stood there in full view of the tourists and she held out her arms for me to do the same. I pulled down the zip, pushed the top off her shoulders and let it drop, her breasts were beautiful with her nipples hard and erect. Then I undid the button on her tracksuit pants, slid them down and she stepped out. I understood the red; it was easier for the tourists to see. Both naked, as I stood she kneeled; she grabbed my cock and sucked it into her mouth. She moved my balls around in their taut sack as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. Suddenly we heard a voice, a distinct "Look!" We could feel eyes gather on us while camera shutters clunked like a symphony. Linda pulled my balls and I followed them down. We lay on the blanket and fell into a sixty nine. We performed for our audience. I sucked her labias into my mouth and swirled my tongue around her clit, I pushed my tongue into her vagina and touched as deep as I could. The stocking was becoming wet and sticky as her secretions spread. She moaned loudly and no longer sucked my cock, she pumped it with her hand and I could feel her warm breath over its head. I peeled back her hood with my fingers to expose more of her clit, seized it with my lips and rubbed my tongue against its hard head. Her body started to shudder, her leg muscles twitched and she screamed, the noise echoed through the valley. More camera shutters clunked; there were whistles and voices audible but none discernable, too many competed. Her hand on my cock was squeezed which caused pain, a delicious pain. She reached out, pulled on my arm and as she caught her breath she shouted, "Inside, inside!" I sucked up her labias and started to move. As I turned her labias came out of my mouth with a pop. I moved around to be between her legs and lowered myself; her hands pulled my cock towards her as I thrust. It went in, so smooth, wet and hot. In and out, we thrust; her legs were up and around me. I was deep inside her and our rhythm was determined. I could feel it start. From deep inside, then quick with a rush it curled its way around my tubes, my body squeezed and it blasted out of the buried head. I could hear her scream, feel her body convulse and in an instant her vagina became deliciously sloppy. Exquisite prickles danced around the head of my cock as it lay inside her and reflected in its achievement. Breathless, she pushed me off and I lay between her legs, her knees were up and spread as though to make a presentation of her pussy. She'd shaved and I could see the bright pink structures of it, her labias and her clitoris. I watched the entrance to her vagina; it opened and closed as though gasping for air, and with all the secretions it did appear to be drowning. The thick opalescent semen mixed with her own secretions made her pussy shine with glints of morning light. More secretions were coming out to run down between her legs and add to the pool that was soaking into the blanket. I had the impression that it was a proud moment and that her pussy relished the attentive admiration. I moved so that we could both participate, neither of us had finished yet. I slid my fingers in, three to the hilt and moved them in and out; I rubbed up high and caressed her G spot. Linda grabbed my cock and stroked it, she pulled and I followed. With my cock in her mouth, in and out, she bobbed up and down. I licked at her slit, gathered it into my mouth, concentrated on her labia and clit with my tongue and I peeled back her hood with my other hand. She shuddered as I did, her breath caught and she screamed with her orgasm to a background of whistles and the click and clunk of cameras. We had no control as we pumped our juices out to be caught in each other's stockings. After, we lay inert for a while as our energy returned. "Right on time," she said as she got to her feet. Linda looked funny; her stocking was wet with pearlescent semen trapped in the weave. Then I remembered I'd look wetter, it had been impossible to lick up Linda's flood and in going to the source my whole face was wet. We both started to laugh as we walked off the rock. Then she turned, grabbed my hand and we walked back onto the rock. We bowed for the audience as they whistled and clapped, we could see lots of people. "OK! Let's get dressed and go," she said. We dressed quickly with new clothes and took the stockings off. I went to get the rug and track suits but she said, "Leave them- souvenirs!" and I realized I didn't have the stocking on. Socks and shoes on, we picked up our bags and started to run. With hearts thumping and big strides, she led the way. But a different way, she'd found a new track, no-one could find us now. We stopped, combed our hair, checked each other, I wiped some semen from her cheek and we tidied each other's clothes. We held hands as we started to walk, like two contented lovers, we strolled out of the forest, walked the short distance to the car and were away. When we arrived at the look out we casually walked towards the precipice, a few people were still there and they talked with naughty, nervous giggles. We walked around, looked out and could see the red rug and red track suits on the rock. She got out her camera and took photos. She complained loudly that people are so untidy, look at all the rubbish down there. There was laughter. She looked very severe and said, "Bastards!" and there was more laughter. We waited for about half an hour before there were shouts from the valley, three young men were on the rock and they gathered their souvenirs. We could hear everything. At home that night we were on the news in a coy, tasteful way. And next day page three of the newspaper. She looked up from the kitchen table after she'd read it and asked, "Do you still think our love life is monotonous?" Sunrise Love Amy awoke and turned over to look at the clock. It was 5:30am and she knew that Scott would be picking her up around 6. She flung back the quilt and stopped to listen if her dad had left for work yet. After a minute or so, she jumped out of bed and excitedly ran to the wardrobe. She picked out a black mini skirt and a white low cut vest top which left her cleavage exposed and decided not to wear any underwear. She giggled to herself as she looked at her 18 year old virgin frame that she was proud of; 34 C breasts, soft curves and long legs. Her long brown hair hung over her chest and her sky blue eyes glistened. As Amy turned to look at the clock, she heard a car drive up to her house and smiled, knowing it was Scott picking her up. She looked out of the window at her 6 foot 4 boyfriend and gazed upon his athletic build. As he stepped out of his car and walked towards the door, she turned and left her room. She crept past her dad's room, where her step-mom was still sleeping and tip-toed down the stairs. She slowly opened the front door and smiled as Scott stood and returned the smile. "Good morning beautiful" Scott said as he admired her eyes. He slowly looked up and down her figure. He slowly took in every curve and met her eyes again as she blushed pink. She closed and locked the door behind her and walked towards the car smiling back at Scott as he walked to the driver's seat. Amy sat in the passenger's side and played with her hands nervously. Scott leant over and went to kiss Amy's cheek as she turned and their lips met. Amy slowly backed off and spoke. "Where are we going then? You said it was a surprise... I can't wait any longer!" Scott looked at her with a cheeky smile and tapped his nose letting her know that it was still a secret. As they backed out of her drive and turned left and out of town, she began to wonder where they were going since she never usually ventured this way out of town. Scott glanced over at Amy and noticed she looked rather confused and scared. "Do you trust me?" Scott questioned. "Of course... Why wouldn't I?" Amy said as she leant over and kissed him. Scott and Amy had never really been intimate during their year and a half relationship. Amy was aware that Scott was experienced, and Scott knew that Amy was still a virgin. She had told him that she would let him know when she was ready and Scott knew that was right, yet he still couldn't help thinking what would happen when it did happen. Would she let him take her innocence? Would he hurt her? Would she trust him to do it again? Thousands of questions ran through his head yet he never asked her. They had spoke about sex, and made sure that it was clear that he would never touch her without permission. Amy smiled as she peered out of the window, looking up at the stars and darkness that still hung over the city. They drove for an hour and hardly spoke. As they pulled up to a desolate beach, Amy stepped out of the car and looked over at Scott as he walked around the car and closed her door behind her. He stepped over behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, smelling her perfume that he had brought her the previous Christmas. "Mmm... You smell so good" Scott smiled against her neck as he kissed her. Scott released her from his grasp and went to the boot of the car. He took out a blanket. Amy's face lit up and she smiled and blew him a kiss. Scott pretended to catch it and blew one back. They walked hand in hand towards the sea front and set the blanket down close enough so that they got a slight spray from the water. Amy lay on the blanket, supporting her body with her elbows and winked at Scott with a smile from cheek to cheek. Scott took that as a hint and moved closer to her. He knelt over her curvaceous form and Amy traced the shape of his lips with her index finger. Scott leant closer and kissed her forehead and down her nose. Amy lay down on the blanket and allowed Scott to close the distance between them. Scott looked down at her top and she nodded, understanding what he wanted. Scott grabbed the bottom of her top and slowly pulled it up above her head and threw it to the side. Until the top was out of the way, he hadn't noticed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He smiled and kissed her neck and chest. He felt her take a deep breath and stopped. He looked into her blue eyes and smiled reassuringly. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to" He said. "I know we don't, but I want to" she smiled back and pushed up to kiss him. Scott kissed back and lay against her bare chest. His shirt was separating the nakedness of their bodies. Amy slid her hands up the back of his shirt and slid it over his head. The bare skin and closeness between them threw emotions over Amy that she had never felt before. Scott slid his hands down over her curves and up over her breasts. His lips began to follow, kissing down her neck, chest and between her breasts. He kissed her breasts and started to flick his tongue over her nipples. Amy let out a small moan and arched her back. He kissed, sucked, and licked each of her nipples, making them hard. Hearing Amy's moans started to make Scott's cock erect, knowing that he was the first to ever have pleasured her. Scott started to kiss down her body and kissed the top of the band on her skirt. She felt something against her leg, taking in the situation, Amy sat up. Scott sat up too, trying to cover himself and moved away, thinking he had done something wrong. "I'm sorry" Scott mumbled quietly. "Don't be. There's nothing to be sorry about." Amy looked at him. "What's wrong then baby?" "Nothing. I was just thinking to myself." "What were you thinking about?" Scott looked confused trying to figure out what she could have possibly been thinking about whilst he had been kissing her. "I was thinking about your experience, and how scared I am of being a virgin and not being good enough for you." Scott looked at her in shock. 'How could she possibly think I wouldn't think she was good enough for me?' he thought. "I love you" Scott said, as he looked over at her from the distance that had been created between them, compared to the closeness they had shared moments ago. "Do you mean that?" Amy asked, slightly unsure. "Of course I do. I've never felt this way about anyone. You are my life and the one I want to spend the rest of my life with" Amy smiled, looking out at the sea and then over at Scott. "I don't know where today is going to take us... But let's see what happens" Amy smiled again as she crawled over to Scott and slid his trousers down over his legs. He was wearing white boxers and she giggled at the sight of her first erection. His cock was confined to his boxers and slowly pulled them down, inch by inch. Amy tried not to stare, but thought how beautiful, big and thick he was. Scott laughed at the erection that had been growing beneath his trousers. He looked at her, taking in her beautiful smile and long brown hair that now covered her breasts. "Move your hair behind you," Scott said; "I want to be able to see all of you." Amy did as she was asked and stood up, with her legs separated. As she moved her hair back, out of the way of her chest, she looked down at Scott who was lying close to her legs. She knew he had noticed what she had tried to make him notice. Scott's mouth gaped open in disbelief. His little innocent girlfriend, who seemed to never do anything adventurous... was just about naked before him. Her pussy glistened in the faint light that had started to appear over the edge of the ocean. Amy teased him by standing over his chest and giving him a good look at what she knew he wanted. "I didn't know where today will take us either... but I have a pretty good idea where to start" Scott managed to say as he started to kiss up her ankle and leg. Amy looked down and noticed his long hard shaft as Scott looked up and noticed her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the minute. Amy stepped to the side of him and knelt at his side. She guided Scott's hands to the button on her skirt, which would then allow him access to everything he'd ever wanted. As the button slipped through its hole, she stood up and left her skirt in a pile underneath her feet. She kicked it aside and looked into Scott's lustful eyes. "I've never seen anything or anyone so beautiful and perfect," said Scott as he looked upon her naked body. Amy cheeks blushed rose pink and lay down next to him, bent her knees slightly and opened her legs a fraction. Scott knew what was going to happen. Amy slid her own hand down her body and touched her pussy. When her hand slid over her mound and down between her lips, she shuddered and gazed into Scott's eyes, which were fixed onto her hand. She knew from that moment, that she wanted him. She wanted his body, the closeness they shared and she wanted to spend her life with him, regardless of what happened. Amy was aware that Scott's hand was crawling towards her. She looked at him, giggling, and shook her head. Amy crawled onto her knees and touched his chest, spreading her juices over his chest. His cock suddenly became harder feeling the moist sensation on his chest. She kissed his lips as his erection pushed into her stomach. Amy giggled as she felt him pushing against her. Scott sat up and kissed her hard and passionately. He wanted her so bad, he wanted to be inside her and he wanted to make her feel pleasure, but didn't want to hurt her. He slid his hands from her neck, down over her chest, stomach, onto her thighs and stopped. Amy looked into his eyes and knew he wanted to make her happy without making her feel pressured. "It's okay, I'm okay. I want you to make me happy too. I'm ready for you." "Just tell me... and I'll stop right away. I promise" He smiled sweetly. With those words of encouragement, Scott slowly pushed Amy onto her back and parted her legs. She took hold of one of his hands and held it. She felt safe, but nervous too. Scott began kissing her inner thigh and squeezed her hand to let her know he was there. He slowly started to move closer to her pussy. He inhaled her sweet musky scent and wanted to taste her. He kissed her shaved mound and traced her slit with his finger. She shuddered with his unexpected touch, but then relaxed as he moved his fingers away and made his kisses became licks and flicks from his tongue. Her moans became louder and more frequent as his tongue parted her pussy and slowly tickled her most private parts. His tongue found her clit and Amy let out a loud gasp and dug her hands into the sand. Scott sucked on her clit, imagining that she was sucking on his cock. He released her clit, and sucked hard again. She bit her lip and grabbed, pushed his head between her legs. Her body began to squirm and her back began to arch. "Don't Stop!" Amy shouted as her first climax began to take over her body. Scott licked, sucked and flicked the end of his tongue across her clit and Amy's body gave in. She wriggled and her legs clamped against his head. Scott slowed down his tongue's movements and felt her clit pulsate against his tongue. Scott sat up and watched Amy's beautiful face return back to its original state, from the look of pleasure and ultimate bliss that had been wiped across her angelic face. Scott smiled and wiped away her juices, licking them off his hand. Amy smiled back and looked into his eyes. "Thank you" "You don't need to thank me. I wanted to" "And I want to too." And with those words, Amy reversed the situation and climbed over Scott and kissed his chest and nipples. He looked down at her and she kept eye contact with him. He could tell she was uncertain about what to do. He reached down his hand and cupped his hand over his head before sliding his hand down the length of his thick, long shaft. Amy sat up as soon as she realized what he was up to, and watched what he was doing, as so to learn from what he liked to do to himself. Amy's lust overcame the better of her and she straddled his chest and leant back. Knowing that Scott had the ultimate view, she slid her hand down her chest, kneading her breasts and slowly caressing her body, began to rub in circles around her clit. She continued to watch Scott's hand, caressing his own cock and wanted her hand to be there. She slowly climbed off him and sat between his legs. As Scott continued to stroke himself, Amy placed her hand on his cock, and he put his hand over hers to help her out. After a few strokes, Amy kissed his lips, and then kissed the head of his cock. She slowly licked the droplet of pre-cum from his tip, and then engulfed him in her mouth. Scott shouted out in pain, Amy immediately stopped and looked up scared of hurting him. "What's wrong?" "Your teeth. Be so careful baby. It's so sensitive." "Oh. I didn't realize" Amy licked his cock a few times and wrapped her hand around his base. Within seconds, his entire 7 inches were pushed down her throat. Without gagging, Amy pulled his cock out, and slid her tongue over him and onto his balls. She cupped them in her hand and licked between them. As she licked the underneath of his cock and cupped his balls, she noticed he was getting tighter, and she quickly pumped her mouth over his cock. Scott hissed out in pleasure. "Ohhh! Yes baby! Right there. Suck my cock dry. Suck it hard." Scott's cock pulsed wildly and Amy felt a warm, repetitive sensation and swallowed each time. She looked up at Scott and opened her mouth, to let him see the mess he had created. "Was that better?" "Oh my god Amy. How did you learn that!?" Scott said, gulping down air as his climax had left him breathless. Amy giggled. He beckoned her up his body and kissed her, their tongues touching each other and exploring each others mouths. Amy tugged on Scott's bottom lip, and then licked his upper and lower lips. Scott smiled at her nervously. "Do you want to...?" His voice trailed off. "Do I want to what?" Amy asked, understanding what he meant, but wanting to hear him ask. "Do you want to...you know..." Scott said nervously. "Do I want to do what we've spoke about?" "Umm yeah?" "I thought you'd never ask." Amy smiled nervously too, now realizing what she had just said, and realizing this was it. The point of no return. He would finally take her innocence and be her first. Amy lay down on the sand feeling the warmth it had gained from the rising sun, and looked out towards the open ocean. She felt free, relaxed and happy. She felt something against her, and turned to find Scott looking down at her. "Are you sure you're ready? Once I've taken it... It's gone." "Yeah, I know. I'm just scared is all" "Don't be scared. You trust me right?" Amy kissed him, answering his question and Scott slowly began to crawl between her legs again. His swelling cock brushing against the outside of her wet pussy, Amy stopped and looked at him. "Will it hurt me?" "It might...But only for a minute. I'll be slow and careful." Scott held his cock in his hand, and physically connected their bodies. He pushed himself inside her, an inch or so. Her tight pussy enveloped him. He stopped when he noticed the pain slashed across Amy's face. He didn't want to hurt her, he didn't want to see her in pain, and it broke his heart to know that he was the one hurting her and taking something away. "I'm so sorry baby. Are you alright?" "Yeah, keep going" and she smiled at him, letting him know it was okay. Scott began to slide up inside her, and came to her hymen. He knew he was going to hurt her but she didn't know herself. Scott braced himself and lay against Amy's naked body. He kissed her as he thrust his full depth into her. She broke away and cried out in pain. Her chest rose and fell, her eyes closed tight. A tear trickled down her cheek and Scott kissed it away. "I'm so sorry I had to do that to you." Amy didn't say a word; she slowly started to open her eyes, wiping away the tears. Scott kissed her again. Amy kissed back and whispered in his ear. "Its all pleasure from here. Fuck me." Scott face lit up, hearing those few dirty words released from his girlfriends mouth, he began to slowly push in and out of her non-virgin pussy. Her wetness dripped from her pussy, onto his hard cock. Amy suddenly changed position, and straddled him. Scott looked into her bright blue eyes and smiled. He knew he loved her. She smiled back and asked him to play with her clit. He gladly did so as she rose and fell onto his hard cock. Scott, slowly making circles with him finger around her clit, put a finger against his cock and when she rose up off his cock. Without noticing, Amy slid his entire cock into her and moaned with pleasure. Scott knew he had done something right and chuckled to himself as Amy threw her head back in pleasure. Her moans and her breathing became faster as she started to pick up pace. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Make me scream. Make me cum." "Fucking yes baby. I've always wanted to fuck you. I want to hear you scream and moan for me." Amy spread her legs and supported herself above him. Scott quickly thrust his hips, colliding with her pelvis. Amy began to moan and cry with pleasure. Scott's thrusts became deeper and deeper and Amy began to feel her muscles tightening. Scott began to whimper and moan. "I'm Cumming!" Scott cried as his cock pulsated against the walls of her tight pussy. Amy cried out as her body began to tense. Her eyes rolled back and her breathing became fast and short. Scott, lying beneath her felt her pussy vibrate and squeeze against his cock. Scott kept impaling into her pussy as they both came together. Scott shot his load into her and Amy felt it hit the walls of her pussy. They began to slow down and the combination of fluids began to drip over them. Amy collapsed into Scott's arms and lay there. Scott kissed her forehead and smiled. "I love you" He couldn't have meant it more. "I love you too, more than anything in the world." Amy looked at him and kissed him once more before standing and gathering her clothes. She quickly dressed again, noticing that the day was starting to get on. She threw Scott's clothes at him playfully, but he didn't respond. "What's wrong?" Amy smiled. "Did I hurt you?" "A little... but it was a good hurt. You shouldn't worry." Amy leant down and kissed him. They eventually finished getting dressed and grabbed the blanket. Amy walked ahead and sat in the car. She was quiet the entire journey home. Scott noticed that she kept moving her hand down towards her pussy and was worried. "I did hurt you. I hurt you a lot" Scott said, trying to get a conversation going. He didn't like her being quiet. "No you didn't." "Yes I did. How come you keep touching yourself then? If I didn't hurt you, you wouldn't be quiet and you wouldn't be touching yourself." "I'm okay. Yeah, it does hurt. But I'll be fine" Amy looked down and smiled. "I've never felt so good. I mean, I feel like a whole load has been taken off my shoulders." "Yeah, I know." "What time is it?" Amy asked mischievously. "About 11am" Amy leant over and grabbed the bulge in his trousers. She smiled as she felt him getting hard. "Ready for round two then baby?" "I'm ready for anything" Scott smiled. Sunrise My Darling "Lets make ourselves comfortable Jane," pushing me to a standing position, we both saw the small dark wet spot on his green shorts. Embarrassed, I mumbled, "I'm sorry Uncle Chuck," as I simultaneously looked down at what I had done and at the large bugle in his shorts. I didn't know what to do or say and just stood looking, dumb, I guess. Uncle did not hesitate. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my lips not releasing his mouth, he rubbed his lips around on my lips. It became a very wet kiss. I absolutely loved this and at this point would have done anything for this man. Gently breaking the embrace, Uncle folded open the bench seat on the boat and lay down. "Come on Jane, come get on top of me," he commanded. I silently obeyed, gingerly jumping on top of him. Once more we kissed deeply and passionately. Uncle Chuck looked at me and asked how I was doing. This time I answered, "Good Chuck," making a little smile and dropping the uncle. He smiled at me, "Jane I want to see your nervousness, it shows your innocence and turns me on." I didn't fully understand, but I like the idea that I turned him on. Pecking kisses up at me, he stated being wet was just part of lovemaking and that he loved the thought of me being wet. I knew I was somewhat ready for what was coming and it felt incredible. Sitting up on my Uncle as he lay on his back, I had my legs straddled around him like a horse. I looked down at him not knowing what to do or what I could do with him. Inhibitions filled me. After all, this was my uncle, but I was very aroused by him. There was no going back for both of us, but I still didn't know how to make love to him. He had to lead the way and teach. I would follow. Opening the front of my sun blouse, Uncle pulled it off my shoulders to expose my bikini- covered bust. I'm not large breasted, but do have long nipples similar to pencil erasers and both where fully erect at this time and protruding from the material and forming bumps. Pulling me down on to his chest Uncle reached around and undid the clip on my top. Lifting me back to my sitting position, my top was very loose. He placed his hands on the upper curve of my hips as he slowly slid them up my sides towards my loose top. Carefully pushing away the flimsy material Uncle put both hands on my bare mounds. I quivered at his touch as the warmth of his hands spread into my breasts. The ends of my nipples tingled with sensation as they were caressed bare for the first time. My face flushed with heat, as I blushed from my Uncle's attentions. Slowly he fondled my young tits as I gasped, shaking and enjoying it. Maybe only women understand how nice this feels, but I loved the tenderness and intimacy. With a delicate touch he held my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and rolled and pulled on them. Electricity bolted though my body to my vagina and clitoris, I moaned out softly and uncontrolled. "Jane," Uncle said bringing me back. "Do you like that?" "Yes Uncle, yes.", I whimpered. "Jane please tell me when you like something and I will do my best to turn you on." Pulling my mouth down to his we kissed again, this time I felt his tongue on my lips and I opened my mouth and allowed him in. As we explored each other I lost all track of time, I was once again seeping on him with my feminine juices. My god I was wet and nervous, but I loved kissing him and being close. Uncle asked me to do something very strange at this time; looking into my eyes he asked me to spit into his mouth. I didn't understand why and I think my wide eyes expressed the wonder. "Jane it's part of being extremely intimate. I want to show you that we are one." Being nervous I could not get much spit up, but did manage a bit and dribbled it into his mouth. Uncle licked it up and then swallowed. This did something to me as I watched in wonder. I did not feel that it was gross and was starting to get used to close bodily contact As usual Uncle was right, this as just a sample of what was coming between us. Pulling me over his mouth Uncle Chuck started to kiss my ear lobe. Like a small caterpillar his tongue ran down my neck. The attention was fabulous. Moving me forward and above him, my breasts pointed down (and looked bigger) at his face. I understood he now wanted to suck them, but instead kissed my upper chest and swirled his tongue around to the edge of my armpit. Again, I was breathing heavily -- he was teasing me and it was working. I heard him murmur, "Mmmmh Jane, your skin is so smooth and soft." Sweat was forming on me now as my breast where inches from his mouth. Slowly he lapped at my skin then licked into my armpit. I giggled and yelped, "Oh Uncle, that feels nice." Stopping for moment, Uncle smiled and replied, "You taste nice honey." Quickly he licked my naked breast crossing my nipple. I pushed my chest out looking for more of that. Uncle responded by licking and sucking my nipples, both of which where fully erect. Shivers of sensation ran up my spine in delight as I watched Uncle, from above, nurse on me. Looking down, it just turned me on more that it was my Uncle. My breaths were coming in long deep shuddered pants now. My hips were starting to rub my Uncles tummy as I pushed into him with my sex. I could smell his body and both of us where hot. I craved the closeness of this man I loved. Both my tender breasts were in his hands as he licked circles around my crinkled areola and flicked at my nipples with his tongue. Pushing back against my breasts he sat me up, immediately I could feel his erect penis twitch between my legs. I pushed against it by instinct and it was Uncles turn to react. "Go slowly Jane, we have lots of time honey," he whispered. With that he pushed me over and got on top of me. My legs naturally went around the outside of him, in one submissive motion. Pecking kisses at me he asked if I was OK to go on -- he was controlling the progress of our love making and being very careful and cautious with me. I loved him all the more for it as he slowly drew me into a very long intense sex session. I will never forget this as my desire and emotions built from one extreme peak to another. My quiet answer was, "I love you Uncle Chuck." "Jane you have the most beautiful eyes, yes my little niece, the most beautiful eyes. Love gets serious after this my girl," he said firmly. I nodded OK, not really being that sure. I was eighteen and understood sex, but was innocent, a virgin and a bit naive, both sexually and emotionally. What I did know, is that I was intensely in love with this man and trusted him fully. I wanted this; there was no doubt about it. By referring to me as his niece, I felt very special to him, beyond just a lover. "Jane, I will be with you in the morning and the next day, together we will work though this -- Ok?" This made me feel contented and happy. I didn't know it at the time, but somehow he knew there was going to be some strong emotions revealed between us and from me. For minutes we lay together kissing and looking at each other. It was so soft and peaceful and warm. My Uncle was taking good care of me and I was in heaven. This time I was on the bottom, with my legs around him in a love embrace. I was completely submissive and his to do with what ever he wanted. Methodically he worked down my neck kissing and nibbling me. Sitting up he grabbed both my hands and pulled my arms above my head. "Jane you're gorgeous," he said. Tapping my cheeks with kisses, slowly he moved his head to my armpit and started to lick it. I'm not sure why, but this started my hips and legs to contract around him as I was being driven into heat again. As Uncle licked my armpits, he hand massaged my bare breasts -- and oh, how I loved it. As if he followed a pre-planned path, Uncle moved from one arm pit to the other, across my nipples. Anchored at my bottom end by his torso, I pushed my hips into him even harder and squeezed with my legs. "Jane, I want you to keep your hands behind your head honey, OK?" "Yeah," was my only response. Slowly he moved his licking down over my left breast and lower. I new what was coming and my nervousness built to a crescendo. Gently he placed his hands on my breast as he licked down across my tummy. Slowly his weight came off me as he moved down. As he kissed to the top of my bikini bottom, he checked one last time; "OK Jane?" All I could do was to spread my legs a little wider in response. I was scared and excited beyond belief. Over the next five minutes Uncle worked my bikini bottoms down as he followed it with his tongue. Just above my pubic hair he stopped and lifted my bottom and pulled the backs off and then let me settle again. I heard him murmur, "Mmmh, Jane you are so wet." Slowly his tongue went though my pubic hair to the top cleft of my sex lips. I felt shivers going up and down my spine as my most private feminine place was to be explored by my Uncle. Millimeter by millimeter he lowered my covering until I was bare in front of his face. "Mmhh beautiful pubic hair," he said, as he curled and pulled at my private hair with his mouth. "Jane, lets take these off," requested Uncle. As I swung my legs together he removed my bottoms. Uncle then spread my legs until my bare womanhood was fully in his face. I was glowing red with embarrassment, from his examination. First he smelt me with deep inhales as he kept repeating "Jane, Jane, Jane." My labia where swollen and full, moist with the dew of lubrication. Then I felt Uncle Chucks tongue lick my vagina. I wasn't ready for the effect as I gasped, shaking at his touches. My breathing was ragged and forced as he watched my response to his stimulation. My hands flew to his head as I held his hair. "Easy Jane, easy," he repeated. "Are you ready for another one," "Yes Uncle!" I almost cried. Once again he gave my vulva a long slow lick. I lifted my hips and arched my back in an involuntary response to his tongue. "Ohh Uncle ohh" I sighed softly. He let me rest for a moment, which only made me more desirous. Looking down at my Uncle lying between my naked legs was just turning me on, never mind the slow licking I was getting. Unconsciously I squirmed my loins in and out at him as I waited for more tonguing. I was intoxicated with this new feeling and craved more. He watched me for a moment then continued. (note #4) Sweat was pouring out of every pore on my body at this time and I was flushed with redness as my Uncle explored me. "Jane please let me know if you like this." God what a question to ask, I was as tense as possible and feeling extremely vulnerable. I'm not sure if Uncle understood how vulnerable I felt, lying in front of him with my legs wide apart and my bare vulva in his face as I released my most hidden sexual desires and responses. My lubricating juice was leaking out of me constantly now. I would not have been able to do this with any other man. Gently he kissed my labia, separating them with his tongue, (I do have large labia majora), striking my clitoris with a firm lick, I bucked up and started to undulate my legs. I was been driven crazy with this licking. Again Uncle's tongue circled my pulsating sensitive clitoris and I shuddered, pulling on his hair and ears. "Easy Jane, easy my girl" he repeated again. Once again he licked me, this time he started low around my vaginal opening and ran up to my clit. Once again I bucked up and cried out to him, "Chuck, Chuck." He looked up with an endearing smile. Dropping low he started to suck on me and probe my hole with the tip of his tongue. This was easier to take and not as intense as pressure on my clitoris. At this point I was a little self-conscious about my wetness and my Uncle tasting me. I then suddenly realized he was lapping up my vaginal wetness! I pushed back his head and looked at him. Staring back at me we locked eyes and then I fully understood how much love there was between us. "Jane, you're my lover now and I will not hold back on anything, I can't. Our love making is going to be as intense and intimate as possible." With that I opened my legs further apart and raised my hips in response. This had an immediate effect on him and he went at my feminine sex organs with vigor. Licking my sex lips rapidly like an ice cream cone, sucking me on each lip as he alternately pulled them out to their full lengths with his mouth and then released. All my inhibitions were being forced out of me and I displayed all of my passions. I didn't care what Uncle thought of me any more. I couldn't help myself, also I think this is what he wanted. I started to groan and oscillate as I responded to his mouth and tongue. I was out of control again and was drooling saliva out of the side of my mouth, as my young sensitive vulva was being expertly teased into raw lust. Below, Uncle Chuck slowly and deliberately ate my innocence away. At one point he was holding me down as he worked my womanhood over -- I was actually crying at one moment from the sensation of the oral sex and the emotional intensity. Dropping low he entered my vaginal hole, (this I liked), in and out he went, wiggling his tongue as he lapped at the insides. He was at the heart of my femininity and I nothing left to hide. I submitted fully to him and lay back oscillating and grinding to his tempo, my breath was raging and uncontrolled, goose bumps ran up my arms as my spine tingled. He had me and I was his, as I watched him suck my young juices up, and god I loved him. Slowing he started to kiss and mouth the inside root of my thigh as we rested for a moment. Then I felt his fingers on my lower lips, opening and spreading them, exposing my swollen clitoris. He alternately kissed it and blew across it. This sent me though the roof and was harder to take than the direct licking and pressure. I tried to pull away a little, but Uncle pulled me back and did it again. I moaned loudly this time and bucked harder. "Please Uncle, please, more" I squealed -- I was in his control and doing what he told me. He reached up and held my hands. "OK Jane, but you hold your lips apart for me." God I felt strange as I held myself open, as my Uncle inspected and kissed my clitoris. Then he dipped a little lower around my pee hole, rasping his tongue against it. I was very sensitive to this and quivered. As I felt his tongue slid over my fingers and my labia, it was the most erotic feeling I can ever remember. Uncle gently licked away at my fingers and vulva as we both slid up and down my sex organs. My hips gyrated to his touches. Reaching down he pulled my legs up high and above my body then apart, this forced my vagina out and spread it. Licking me again in long juicy stokes, Uncle dipped lower until he was just above my anus. I cried out in embarrassment, "No Chuck, no," as I realized what we were going to do. Uncle was also now breathing very hard, as he panted out, "Its OK Jane, I want you love." Ever so slowly he licked my anus teasing me partly, as he'd go a bit then back off. I went crazy as he had to hold me down. I sobbed in an emotional sexual whirlwind, but honestly I thought at first it tickled, but did enjoy it -- I loved it. Uncle knew, he teased the raw desire out of me and made feel comfortable enough to display it. He loved it and so did I. Slowly he let me calm down. I watch him anew as he lay his head by my pubic hair and pulled at it with his mouth. We lay in a quiet sexually embrace like this for five to ten minutes. I rubbed his head and ears in an affectionate manner. I was completed nude with my Uncle and totally comfortable, he knew how to make me feel at ease, as he took me though my desires and I guess his. The beach towel under my bottom was very damp. Uncle got up and pulled a paper towel off the roll and wiped his face. I smile at him and he smiled back. "Your very wet Jane," he reported. I just looked at him with moon eyes and smiled more. "You OK?" he asked. "Yes, I loved it," I told him. "I want to be with you." Looking back I wish I had told him a million things about what we had shared and how I felt, but all I could do was smile and nod. I think I may have been overwhelmed with my new experience and being with my Uncle. I did one of the boldest things at that point. I reached over and felt the bulge in his shorts. I guess I was becoming more confident. I put my hand on him and just held it there. I knew what a penis looked like and all about it, but this was my uncle. He stood there patiently while I gave his manhood tiny squeezes. I looked up and again our eyes met. We both knew were we where going and there was no stopping. I was going to be my Uncles woman today, he knew it and I knew it. "Do you want to see, Jane?" he asked. "Please show me Uncle," I said in a whisper. "Show me everything." He pulled up his T-shirt, I watch as his chest muscles flexed and he smiled back. He was a fit man and well shaped. Uncle then reached for his shorts as I sat several feet away looking directly at his bulge. I was feeling a little nervous again, but my curiosity was peaked. I did not know where to look as he pulled down his shorts. I looked first at his face and then his exposing erection. My gosh he had a lot of hair as he kicked off his shorts. I had accidentally seen uncle naked before, when he was showering at the family pool. It was only a flash as I had opened the door by mistake -- he never said anything about it. Now though he was fully hard and I was staring at him - at it. Lifting my hand he guided it to his penis. I held his shaft and was surprised at how warm it was and how smooth the skin was. "I'm uncircumcised Jane, this is my foreskin," he instructed as I looked on. I watch and listened with fascination. Here I was holding Uncles manhood, whooh, that was a rush. He pulled back his skin and then let it go over again. "Here you try Jane." Gently I pulled it back and forth, as he demonstrated. Ohh how I loved being intimate with him. I looked at the head under his skin and noticed it was wet too. Also it did smell, not a terrible smell, but one that was strong. My hand went to his testicles as I held both, they where hairy, warm and extremely soft. Uncle stood still while I held him and studied a man close up. He was very patient. I traced the veins in his shaft and felt his foreskin as it covered his head, it was all so soft. I then pulled back his skin again, I touched the tip and rubbed my finger across the small slit on the head. Uncle groaned. Quickly I looked up and asked if I hurt him. "No, keep going that just feels good." Getting use to the smell, I then swirled my finger around his head and down to the skin letting the skin pop back up again. "Jane take your hand and stoke my shaft start up on the head." I did as I was told, pulling his skin back as I slid over the shaft. Uncle liked this as he pushed his penis out and up and told me to do it again. This time I just kept going. I knew what this was doing to him as he started to push into my hand. Uncle started making deep sounds from his throat. I was fascinated that I could turn him on like that. With my other hand I held his testicles. I lookup into his eyes and watched his face. Yes, he definitely liked this. "Jane stop, I don't want to finish like this." I stopped, but Uncle just looked at me. He then told me I can do anything I like with him. I kept looking up not knowing what he wanted, then it came to me, he wanted me to suck him. I put my face next to his erection and rubbed my cheek against the man I loved, while I still held his scrotum. I honestly was not ready to do this. I very much wanted to make him happy, but I just wasn't ready to do this. I looked back up at him and wished, hoped, he would understand. Immediately he bent down and cupped my face with his hands. Sunrise My Darling "Hey its OK, doesn't matter. Do only what you want to and what makes you feel good." Oh god, I almost burst out into tears at that point, he was so understanding and compassionate with me. The Emotions of Sex Both us being totally naked we embraced and then lay back down on the long bench bed. We hugged and kissed enjoying each other for a while. Uncle asked if I wanted to go on. I told him that I was his and that I wanted to make love with him -- that was the truth. I very much wanted to go all the way with him. Uncle turned me over on my tummy and gave me a good back rub that went from head to toe. I must say I like getting my cheeks rubbed. I was so relaxed and mellow. He then flipped me over and started to kiss me and massage my breasts. Most of the time he kept his face close to mine and often looked into my eyes. I was still very aroused when he again worked on my nipples. I started breathing heavily once more. Slowly he move down, rubbing my tummy. I shivered in anticipation as he touched my pubic hair. Gently he pulled my legs apart all the time watching me. I tried not to be too nervous, but he knew I was. Methodically he swirled his hands across the inside on my thighs. I spread my legs every time he came close to my vagina. I was shaking now with excitement, passion and a bit of anticipation. Uncle bent his head down and engaged me a long deep kiss at the same time I felt his hand on my vulva. He held me firmly pushing in on my entire genital area. I broke the kiss, pulling for air, my mouth was open and my breathing was coming in shudders. I felt the pressure again on my clitoris and this had an immediate effect -- I pushed back. He started to work me with his open hand as I pushed my hips into it and he pushed back. Once again, I was leaking profusely in a sexual heat. Uncle started to work his finger into my vagina as I still pushed back. "Jane I think you are ready my love." I nodded in assent as he wiggled his finger into the heart of my femininity. "Mhh you are so soft and gooey inside honey," he whispered into my ear. God, he had me so horny at this time. Uncle Chuck pulled my legs right apart and kneeled over me. I could see his erection as he pointed down to my vagina. Opening my lips he pushed the head of his penis into my opening. I tensed and lifted my hips, my hands where shaking as I felt my most private space being opened and invaded. Looking at Uncle, he was focused between my legs, his breath was also coming in nervous pants. Looking at me he reassured, "Don't worry, Jane, I will go slow." Feeling his tip spread my entrance, I wiggled slightly and his glands slipped into my vagina as I shook. Gently he rocked in me, as he pushed deeper into my body. My canal was stretched tight apart as I accepted him. I could feel his penis head cautiously move back and forth inside and I was pushing back to his rhythm. My body was stiff and tight as I locked my muscles. I forced my breaths in and out of my lungs with deep nervous shudders as Uncle took me. Sex sweat beaded from every pore on my skin. "Ohh so wet darling, so wet," he sighed. Slowly he came down on top of me as I wrapped my legs around him. His hands slid under my bum and lifted me a little. Uncle had now buried half his penis in me and he started to thrust. I hooked my arms under his and over the top of his shoulders. On each thrust he went deeper and I lifted to meet it. The feeling of his penis deep in me was so strange. I loved the pressures as he met and pushed on my clitoris -- every feeling in my body seemed to come from between my legs. (note #5) Suddenly Uncle tensed and started pumping me rapidly. Shuddering, I moaned loudly, tightening around him. I was flushed, sweating profusely and mouth breathing. Sweat was running down my face, chin and chest where it dripped off. My nipples where erect and rock hard. I pushed back the best I could and squeezed on his penis as he thrusted into me. Uncle was snorting his breaths out, he was hot and wet everywhere. His hands dug into my buttocks as he enjoyed me and his penis was now buried to the end and was touching my cervix. I held it the best I could with my vagina. Slowing Uncle Chuck started to stop. I wondered why? "Jane, Jane," he panted, "make it last". Dropping to a gentle thrust he pushed deep and instructed me to feel us together. He lifted a bit and both our hands slid down to our unison, and I felt his penis root as it penetrated into my vulva. I felt his fingers also exploring the moist area. My fingers combed though our combined nest of wet sex hair. He pulled out a little and pushed in several times while we felt ourselves. All the time uncle kept sighing and going augh, augh. I knew he was enjoying me now and I craved it. I squeezed back hard on his tip and I watched his face change. He started to wiggle his penis back and forth sideways in me and it was my turn to gasp as I felt his full length push on my sides, I shuddered again as he continued. He looked down at me, and said, "You like that, don't you Niece?" Nodding, "Yesss ... Uncle," I responded. Pulling his penis out he pushed it hard back in again, all the way. Immediately my ass reared as I took the thrust, again he did it and again, again and again. Until I shouted out, "Please no, please!" Stopping he looked down at me and smiled. I kept oscillating as he kissed me gently. I couldn't help myself, I pushed back and forth on his cock as he lay still kissing me. This went on for minutes. He was letting me explore my sexuality and my desires, as I moved from side to side to get the best feeling. I moaned out in craving, as he watched me satisfy myself on his shaft. I let him see my teenage horniness, my deep erotic desires -- he had drawn me out and let me explore them. I loved Uncle for allowing this. He pushed me from my safe place and made me feel my emotions. I licked at his neck and ear, panting like an animal as my pussy dripped. I didn't care anymore, I let him see all of me. Once again he started to pump me furiously. Under him, I squirmed and wiggled and bucked. Squeezing harder and harder on his cock , I held it as tight as I could. I felt the start of an orgasm building in my loins, but it would not come and faded. My legs started to go together and he pushed them apart. I fought back to pull him into me. I thought I was crushing him with my arms as they where locked hard to him, our heads where side by side. Uncle was working hard in me as I felt his cock thrusts, his muscles were tense like rocks. I was weak compared to him. Faster and fast he pumped, pushing and moving me as he liked. He started to grunt as he pushed into me and a deep throaty growl started between his raging breaths. On and on he rode me as I lubricated the two of us at our organs junction. He started to slam me now as he dribbled sweat onto me. He growled into my ear, "Ohh Jane, Ohh Jane ... Jane." I sighed back a slow high moan. He felt so good and I was making him feel good as we fornicated. Slowing again he lifted, gasping he told me he was going to fill me soon. "Oh Uncle, fuck me!" I pleaded as my voice cracked. (note #6) Looking right into my eyes he shoved about four times real hard and then just roared aaaugh, as he pushed as deep as possible, shaking all over and wriggling his cock in me. I felt the semen hitting my insides as he squeezed me so hard it hurt. He started to lick my face between huge breaths with drool splashing all over us mixed with both our sweats. I held still as he continued to pump his come out and into my femininity. Uncle's tongue covered my face and I cried -- the body rushes now coming to me. I did not orgasm, but it felt very nice. I loved making him come -- it was as sexually exciting as I could possible image. I gave him all I could. I released all my shields. He saw my raw teenage sexuality and well, I sure saw his. What I did not realize, was that I was going to show him more. Slowly we wound down. Kissing, hugging and looking at each other, we lay together with his manhood deep in me for about 20 minutes. Reaching over Uncle grabbed the roll of paper towels as he pulled out of me. He commanded, "Spread." As I opened my legs and lifted, he wiped my vagina. He careful opened my swollen raw labia and gently wiped and dabbed. I lifted higher and he cleaned my vaginal hole as excess semen flowed back out of me. I didn't understand at the time, but he had pumped a huge load into me (I not having anything to compare it to). Carefully he spread my bum cheeks and wiped my crack ensuring not to get any in my vagina. I was still feeling a little self-conscious at that. He wiped my face and armpits also, each with a fresh sheet. All the time my eyes could not leave him. Lifting my bottom he pulled out the soaked towel under us and placed a fresh one. Jumping back in with me we cuddled face to face and felt each other's glow, we where both still hot and sweating. We kissed and nuzzled with very little talk for about half an hour. Slowly we started to converse. "Jane, you OK?" he checked. "Mmhh very," I answered. God I was high, having just copulated with my uncle. "Jane I wanted to make you come," he said. "That's OK Uncle, it's just fabulous for me," I responded dreamily. "I'm glad Jane, you sure made me cum, honey." Woow, I guess I did and the thought of that of that exited me. Looking into my eyes, Uncle directly asked if I masturbated. I was not ready for that question and choked out, "ahaa," biting my lower lip. I could not lie to him. "Yes," I answered in a hoarse whisper. After our love making I thought nothing would embarrass me again, particularly with Uncle and here I was, being shy as a little school girl. "Jane nothing to be ashamed of, most people masturbate." God I wish he would change the subject. "Jane how often do you masturbate?" he asked. Looking down I answered honestly, "Once or so a week, more before my period," I mumbled. (note #7) "Jane, I masturbate all the time." "You do!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, no lie I do." I started to feel better and thought about what Uncle and I had just done together. "Jane I'm not trying to embarrass you here, but there is no point in keeping secrets between us any more." I looked up at him and nodded, feeling much better. After all he was my lover now. "Why I'm asking you, is to help you reach a climax and orgasm." I opened up now, "Well it was starting to build up a little Uncle." "How do you masturbate Jane?" Again my shield started going up. I was not all that comfortable talking about this. "Jane?" he prompted me. I gave in and showed him. Lying on my side, with my bum against him, I crossed my legs and squeezed down on my vagina. Uncle lay quietly behind me. I was already aroused and started to think of the licking and tonguing I had just received. Slowly I built up as I thought about our sex session. The familiar warm glow started to radiate though my loins as I worked it. Uncle did not interfere. Sharply and rapidly I came, rocking and squeezing on my clit. My face twisted as I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I squealed, panted and cried out in front of him, once again I was soaked in sweat. I knew Uncle was watching me and this made it seem so lewd, yet this is what turned me on so much. Twice more I repeated my actions and twice more, I had an orgasm in front of him. Once as he stared straight into my eyes, as I puckered my face in the pleasures of self-satisfaction. No one has ever seen me come before and I was on sexual show for this man. Lying back, I was wasted. Uncle turned me on my back and gave me a light kiss and just held me. The day's light faded quickly to evening then dark, there not being much of a twilight in Hawaii. Uncle got up and cut us up some fruit and cheese and crackers and brought them over. I nibbled a bit as we snuggled together just holding each other. More and more a warm feeling of love washed over me as I was cuddled. My emotions built and caught up to me, as I started to cry large alligator tears. Uncle never asked me what was wrong or any dumb questions. He just cuddled me and kissed me -- there was nothing wrong, everything was just grand. I nuzzled his neck and chest as I poured my love into his body. Slowly my senses dulled as I fell asleep in his arms, his care and his love. I never slept more peacefully as the boat lightly rolled bow to stern in the bay. I slept in Uncles arms as I had dreamed about the night before -- my dreams had come true. The Dawn of a New Life The next day I woke to an early morning sunrise as Uncle gave me a little shake. I heard him say, "Sunrise my darling" ever so softly. It was the first day in my new life. Drifting into the open hatch and companion way was the beautiful fragrance of the island. As my mind came around I felt I was coming out of a safe warm place. It felt so very good. I had a moment of disorientation as I realized Uncle was holding me and I was in bed nude with him. Then it came back and I hugged his neck and nuzzled him. "Hi, Chuck" I quietly greeted. "Hi honey" he calmly responded. "Ready to get up?" I was a bit sore, but had a short boat shower and was feeling well -- fabulous. We had breakfast then swam, snorkeled, beach combed and explored the day away. Uncle took me out for supper that evening and we wandered in each other's love. Conversation was quiet between us until we returned to the boat. We sat in the open cockpit and Uncle embraced me, as we watching the stars together. We started to talk about what happened. It was a time full of great love for me. Uncle asked how I would be after we separated at the end of week and told me to call him at least once a day to talk. I now know that he was letting me find my own thoughts on our love making and letting know he was there to be with. We talked about how this would change us and Uncle mentioned mom and dad. This was the only time I felt that we may have done something, not altogether proper. I immediately conveyed my concern to Uncle who, looked off to sea for a minute and then slowly answered. (note #8) "Jane, you where a woman before we made love, not just after or because of it, as such it is only your business who you make love to, not your parents. If you are now happy, forget the rest, it doesn't matter. What we have to think about is that I'm your uncle and your my niece. We loved each other before this and still love each other after. What we have done is shown each other that love as a man and women. Can you still be my niece and I your uncle? I think so. Jane, I don't want to put you off on talking about this, but I think we should leave it for a day or so and slowly let you come to terms with what has happened. I will be with you as we work through this. I will be here. Also I think this would have happened anyway, if not now, maybe next month or the month after. I felt your need and your maturity and have shared something very precious with you ... I have sensed this wanting in you for a while." I understood what he was saying and told him. I was looking at things with different eyes now. Turning up to him, I kissed him and nuzzled him. It was a quiet thank you kiss, filled with understanding. As Uncle promised, we worked through it and he was always there for me. I did phone many times over the next several months when I could not meet with him and never did he lose patience or understanding with me. Our relationship did not stay on a sexual plane for very long, but moved above that. In the end continued sex may have even been in the way. Through the years he never emotionally abandoned me -- never. Often our eyes would meet at crowded family events and all I felt was love for him and from him. I didn't matter if we where not being sexual, our love was still there -- it was the love of a niece and an uncle and more. Several times, years later we even slept together, cuddling all night and not having sex -- I think we just enjoyed being united in a different kind of affection. I'm sure that my uncle's initial intimacy with me was a gift I needed at that time. My gift back to back to him was my virginity, innocence and love. In his heart and soul he holds them, in mine is his patience, compassion, love and guidance. A nice trade and one I have never regretted. I consider myself blessed to have had an uncle like this. Epilogue The rest of the boat trip was heaven and there was a bit more sex, but not the next day -- I was sore. I will leave some secrets here, but our next encounter was interesting and different and clandestinely we laughed about it for years -- together. ============================= Foot Notes: (note #1) Last name change here (also for his previous girlfriend) Hopefully he has changed a bit since this incident. One of my old class mates told me several months after graduation someone beat him up, again to do with a girl. Somehow I do wish there was a better way for him to have learned a lesson than that -- violence being a poor instructor. (note #2) My Uncle Chuck was a physically powerful man, but always seemed forever gentle as a lamb (those were dad's words I over heard). I knew he was very heavily into martial arts and heard at one point when he was younger had helped teach it for a while. Apparently he never went into any type of competitions. I don't know why. He did love to run though and I, for all my practicing could barely keep up to him when we were swimming. He was not a big or tall man, but of medium build and ever so strong. (note #3) To describe myself at that age; I was of slender build (petite) and large almond eyes, with dark black hair that I wore in an elongated bowl cut (better for swimming). Actually I haven't changed that much. Mom has the gorgeous long dark hair. I have a light complexion whereas mom is deeper, closer, but lighter than a full Polynesian native person. (note #4) I had to stop writing at this point due the flood of memories coming down on me -- sorry but I have to be honest here. I can't take it anymore -- will be back in an hour or so. (note #5) My hymen had already been broken in gymnastics practice. Mother told me hers was also broken by natural causes. I had no pain associated with the ending of my virginity with Uncle - just sore the day after. (note #6) Later he mentioned me saying this, I actually didn't recall using those exact words and felt a little embarrassed, talking like that to my uncle. I do remember my voice breaking -- I did say something -- but the exact words(?). He then pointed out the situation and we both ended up teasing each other and laughing about it. I truly was not in total control at the time. Uncle did tell me that was the most intense and passionate love he had ever made (my head swelled). He said it was because I was his niece. (note #7) I found this very hard to write about - telling everyone I masturbate, then describing it. I hope this doesn't make me look sluttish.. The fact is, I am and was then, in top physical shape and very healthy -- possibly a high natural sex drive is the result. (note #8) For the most part these are the exact words I remember him saying to me. If there is an error it is small and does not affect the over all meaning. * * * * * Post Narrative Discussion Why did I write about this very personal experience and publish? Why in heaven's reason would a twenty- four year old woman want to reveal something like this you ask and why with all the sex? There are several rationales: The first is; this is what actually happened, to remove the sex would be to diminish the impact of the truth; but the overall main reason was a need to pass on this idea to other young women -- that being in love and having sex with an uncle is not bad as society seems to feel. There maybe a benefit from such a relationship to the younger person. To a young woman, losing her virginity matters. It can be a time of great vulnerability and high emotions. Not something I would like seen discussed around the male locker room (particularly about myself as per -- I am sure -- every other woman). This is a matter of timing, at twenty-four, I do not really care if everyone knows I moan when having sex (like I'm any different than anyone else), but at eighteen this can be emotionally harmful and debilitating to a sensitive young girl. Sunrise My Darling Having lived though being a female adolescent with very healthy body and healthy sex drive. I would like to make a statement about expressing those needs. Society easily accepts a young males sexual urges and seems to encourage them, but still has not come to terms with a young females drive, -- which can be just as intense if not more intense. Male masturbation is openly discussed, but young female masturbation is to be hidden and not encouraged. For example, consider the popular adage; 90 % of all young males masturbate and 10 percent lie, while 10 % percent of all young girls masturbate and 90 % lie, this is a basic difference in the way that society thinks about young male / female sexuality. Do young girls think about, dream about and talk about sex? They sure do, but not in the way males do; females tend to be more honest about their emotions of love and its attachment with sex than males from the start. This is a generality, so please do not be offended if you are one of the males that has come to terms with the tenderness associated with love/ sex -- there are many of you. No criticism intended here towards males, we are all a product of our environment to a great degree and can only start to modify our thoughts and position after much intellectual energy is applied to the task -- I think this to be true for both sexes not just men. I do understand that women's sexual liberation is changing -- has been changing for the last 50 years, this maybe is one of the reasons why I can now publish my experience. Because I did develop a liaison with my uncle, I'm not instructing all young virgins to seek out their next relative and sleep with him. Rather I would suggest, find one who will take the time and show the compassion -- to properly teach love to you with the deepest care. For you it may or may not be an uncle (uncles are good though). For me it was my uncle, but everyone's situation is different. I understand that you are ready for sex and I understand that the days that you delivered yourself to one man (husband?) as a virgin are gone, long ago, before I was born. All I advocate is to allow young women to sexually /emotionally mature as their body requires, not as society dictates, and to do so with someone with the maturity to really care and help. If young men can and are expected to exercise their early sexuality, so should the young women be allowed, but safely. I'm going to suggest at this point that a safe place to do so is within the family. We learn almost everything else from the family -- why not full sex? Oddly enough after what I have written, I do think that a father/daughter, mother/son relationship is a little to close for direct sex (for those who participate, no criticism intended, it might work for you, this is just my preference). I have always thought that the uncle/ niece, aunt/nephew was a better match. Sister / brother might be good as long as they are of age, since it does have the required component of great love (Please note; I do not promote sex with any under age person in any form -- I am very much against it). Can having such an involved relationship with an uncle/aunt cause problems? Obviously yes, it is an opportunity only for some. I will not even touch on the point of impregnation with relatives. This is just a plain ignorant idea, in this age of understanding sexual mechanics. Is incestuous sex being lazy? I don't think so, this has more to do with trust and love than is first apparent. Also it is hard work for both to take the time to develop the pre-sexual relationship needed. Think of your uncles and aunts; did you take time to get to know them, truly, as friends? Until you have walked the proverbial mile, you are only guessing at what it takes, before and after. I do not think my narrative has been successful in developing that point, again it would need much more work and many more pages on my part, but I have tried. I may continue. A heavy message maybe - hence one of my reasons to publish. Lastly, my other major reason to release this information was the death of my Uncle in a car accident over two years ago, four years after our (my inaugural) boat trip. To say the least I was devastated and could barely attend the funeral. I did not speak a word to anyone about what had occurred between Uncle Chuck and me, until one year ago, (and then only to one other, see below), hence the depth of feeling between us could not be fully understood by those who knew us. Oddly enough I found some consonance with Joan, who did not accept Chuck's death well and spiraled into a bad depression. I did not tell her what had happened with Uncle and me, I thought that was Uncles decision and responsibility -- he may have, but Joan never changed towards me. In the end I think I helped her much more than she could me, and by doing so I felt better. Why would his death motivate me to release this information in such a manner? To put it simply, I have always thought it was a beautiful life experience that only two people knew about -- now only one. I did not want all memories and knowledge of it to disappear. It was a part of both of us and something that may benefit others. Possibly no one is interested -- possibly, but then you are reading this -- now. On Incest About a year ago I told my mother about what had transpired between, Uncle and myself. It was a golden moment when we where discussing men and sex and she hinted to know how I lost my virginity. Looking down at my tea cup, I told her I gave it to Uncle Chuck. Her eyes widened a bit, but her composure never changed. She looked off for several minutes and then looked back at me, a bit mist eyed and just said, Chuck was a good man, I know he loved you and would never hurt you. Now you keep a part of each other. She was right and we never mentioned it again -- well I was twenty three and what really could she do, be mad about our love and lose me as well -- not likely, not from my mother. She then smiled at me and told me it was her first boyfriend she gave hers to and he was not worth it. This broke the tension and we both laughed, then went for lunch together. So is incest all that wrong? The dictionary definition for incest is sex between people who can not marry by law or taboo. No words about it being the hugely obscene animal some think, no words that it is not proper. Why then does it carry the hideous reputation? I am guilty of this (incest), but guilt suggests a crime. What crime? Who was hurt? My thoughts are, we should lighten up on the idea a bit, after all it was only love followed by sex. I felt great, Uncle Chuck felt great, seems classic win, win here. Why throw all that way? If anything we should be promoting love and pushing hard to remove violence from our society. Can you image having a made for TV movie about a loving incestuous relationship being broadcast? The myopic righteous would call for heads! At the same time our youngest are watching the latest Die Tough, or Lethal something or another aliens ripping heads off. Something is not altogether right here people! I decided to post on the bulletin board hoping to network and discuss this with others. I was thinking that besides allowing the explicit sexually description, that I would engage a more open minded audience regarding incest. So far the audience and responses have been interesting. You may hate me and find me opinionated, but even the critics have something useful to say -- even if it is only four letters. I will accept all ideas and statements and try and consider them from your view. My initial reaction was one of a neophyte to your group and I was worried about offending with my ideas. I did want to post this in the correct Internet area. As you and I know, this work will not be reproduced in Readers Digest. So lets talk, I have given you much of myself in these words. Post your ideas, thoughts, experiences, criticisms. I would like your feedback on the story in any aspect, include comments on my post discussion. If needed I will request my post discussion to be entered as BB topic. I have felt my writing skills where not up to the task of retelling you this piece of my life properly, but I have tried to be as accurate as possible. Any suggestions for improvements will be warmly received. In the end I hope I have stirred your emotions in some way. Love, Respect and Happiness to All, Jane T. Rolly Sunrise Obsession Christina opened her eyes slowly, yawned and stretched. She rolled over toward her nightstand. It was 6:30am. She pushed herself out of bed and picked her terry-cloth robe off the ground. She wrapped it around herself, walking toward the sliding-glass door that made up one wall of her bedroom. She drew back the curtains and looked out at the rising sun. The light reflecting off the ocean was bright-blue, and the sky was lit in various shades of pink, orange and red. Yawning once more, Christina turned from the window and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She brewed a cup of coffee, letting the strong, sweet hazelnut aroma arose her senses. Christina stepped outside into the warm Florida air. The familiar smell of the beach, the salty air mixed with coconut suntan lotion greeted her. The calming sounds of the ocean as the waves rolled over and over combined with the soft song of small birds and the few remaining crickets flooded her senses. Something about the taste of the salt in the air always reminded her of why she chose this house. Sipping her coffee, she gazed over the horizon, searching for the only reason she had woken up so early. And then she saw her. The beauty that Christina had been watching for weeks, ever since she had purchased this home on Cyprus Drive. Christina had never been attracted to a woman before, but she was absolutely mesmerized by her sunrise obsession. If she woke early enough, she could make it outside just in time to watch the end of her beauty's sunrise swim. The ocean must have been chilly that morning. The woman's breasts were dotted with goose bumps, and her pink nipples were hard and erect against her ivory skin. Christina watched as she moved toward her towel, wringing out her long, espresso-colored hair as she went. She moved with a seductive confidence that Christina had never seen before, and longed to have herself. Ocean water rolled down her waist and onto her hips, some droplets rolling down into the soft, v-shaped spot between her legs and still others continuing down her long, toned thighs and calves before dropping onto the sand. The beauty wrapped herself in her towel, patting herself dry. She spread the towel out on the sand and laid face-down, closing her eyes and resting her head on her hands. The sun was now high enough on the horizon that a slight orange glow reflected off of the beauty's buttocks. Christina simply stared, absorbing herself in the fantasy of lying next to this woman, dragging her hand slowly up and down her spine. Then Christina felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. As warm, full lips gently kissed the back of her neck, hands slowly untied the front of her robe and slipped inside. Christina let out a soft moan as the hands fondled her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples lightly. As one hand remained caressing the smooth skin of her left breast, the other hand inched its way slowly down her quivering stomach toward her delicate, shaved cunt. The hands were so soft, so gentle; Christina sighed and leaned her head back. "You must have been thinking about me," a voice whispered in her ear, sending warm, seductive breath into her ear. "You're so wet. I can't wait to put my tongue inside you." Christina sighed again and nearly fell over as a finger dipped inside her. Soon, a moist finger was pressing hard against her clit. "My cock is so hard," said the man behind her "I just want to fuck you right here." Christina opened her eyes with a start. She had been so lost in her fantasy of the woman, so seduced by her beauty, that she had forgotten that she had woken up next to her boyfriend Justin that morning. She hardly expected him to be behind her now, but of course it was him...who else would it have been? She turned and kissed him deeply, feeling her nipples harden more as they pressed against his bare chest. She could feel his erection against her thigh and it drove her crazy. "Come on, baby. Let's go back to bed." Christina giggled as Justin swooped her in his arms and turned back toward the house. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, she opened her eyes and took one last look at the beach, where her beauty was standing and stretching. Her breasts looked so amazing, her nipples so soft, Christina found herself grow wetter as she imagined sucking and licking them. Justin slipped his finger inside her and put her down on top of the table. He made his way slowly down her body with his tongue, flicking it across her nipples and in her navel. Just as he reached her warm center, he deflected, spreading her legs apart gently and laying soft kisses on her inner thighs. Christina shuddered as his lips grazed her outer lips accidentally. "You smell so good," Justin moaned. "I can't wait to taste you." Christina closed her eyes as he dragged the tip of his tongue across her slit, first slow and gently, then hard and fast. When he finally flicked his tongue sharply against her clit, the sudden excitement almost made her come. His hands made their way up her waist and as they roughly grabbed her breasts, Christina saw herself on the beach. She was lying on her back on a towel, the beauty's hands on her breasts, the beauty's tongue licking and sucking her and driving her wild. Christina bucked her hips, moaning loudly as her orgasm spread through her. It came straight from her clit and washed over her, sending blood rushing to her head as pleasure spiraled through her body. Thankfully her beauty had no intention of stopping. She kept sucking, this time harder, letting her teeth graze Christina's clit. As she nibbled and licked, Christina reached a complete state of ecstasy, as she had never felt before. The beauty brought her tongue down Christina and pushed it inside her, rubbing her clitoris with her thumb as she ran her tongue around and around her dripping cunt. Christina came once more, the beauty drinking her juice eagerly. Christina dropped her head back, panting hard, sweat dripping down her face. She was absolutely ravished. She had never felt such an incredible orgasm. She wanted to lose herself in it, to come over and over in this beauty's mouth. Christina reached her hand down to brush it through her beauty's hair, and once again she was startled to find Justin there instead. "That was so hot," he said. He kissed her deeply, and she could taste herself on him. She longed for this to be her beauty, longed to feel her beauty's long hair drag across her stomach. "I don't think I have even been so hard. You are so wet, my dick is going to feel so good inside you." With that, he mounted her. He took the head of his penis and rubbed it up and down her sopping wet pussy. She whimpered as he rubbed it over her clit, teasing it, then plunged deep inside her. Her wetness was so complete; sex had never been this smooth for them. She picked herself up, wrapped her arms around his neck and started to rub his nipples against her teeth; she knew this drove him crazy. He moaned and began to fuck her harder, grunting and slapping the back of her pussy with his balls. Christina gasped as Justin's thick cock hit her g-spot. Her mind was spinning, she was so light-headed with rapture that she cried out loud. "Oh fuck me, fuck me harder!" That was all it took to send Justin over the edge. He came inside her, and as his semen splashed the walls of her pussy, Christina found herself in another incredible orgasm that seemed to last for days. Justin came and came, jerking and grunting as he spilled out of her. When he was done, he collapsed on top of her. They were drenched with sweat, and their glass-top kitchen table was so slippery Christina feared they might slip right off the end of it. Slowly, reluctantly, Justin pulled his penis out of her. He climbed off the table and walked toward the pantry. Christina simply lay there, not knowing what to do with herself, not believing what had just happened. Moments later, Justin returned with a kitchen towel. "You might want to dry yourself off a little," he said, smiling knowingly and handing the towel to her. "And then come meet me in the shower." Christina got off the table and, as her feet hit the cold linoleum, took another look out over the beach. Her beauty was gone now, but Christina had no doubt that she would return the next day. And when she did...well, Christina couldn't wait. For now, she turned back upstairs and followed the inviting sounds of a hot shower and a sexy man. Sunrise Shoot-Off This is a story about my wife's experiences at a Fraternity party during the 1980's. I met and married Celia, my wife, while in college. I was a star football player who realized the NFL was not in my immediate future. I had reasonable good grades and after graduation went to work in the insurance field. Celia had worked throughout her college years in a bank and had accumulated valuable job experience, which allowed her to get job offers all over the USA. We settled in the Virginia Beach area and started our life together. A little background on Celia; she was the youngest of three daughters in a Baptist family and always felt shy around her two older sisters, who while not beautiful were attractive and given to rebellion against their parents. They violated all the major strictures to include drinking and fucking. Several classmates of mine in college told me that Celia's sisters were very good at what they did. Celia was 5'6, brown hair, green eyes, great legs (from years of dance classes) and small, but cute and sensitive tits. While she had fooled around with some other boyfriends during college, I was the one to take her cherry and get her to enjoy swallowing cum. After living in Virginia Beach for about a year, Celia was offered a promotion, but had to work in Williamsburg, about 30 miles north of where we lived. It was mostly highway driving so she could make a good commute time. It was while she was working in Williamsburg that she came into contact with a wild-living blonde sex machine named Kathy, who banked at Celia's branch. Celia solved an erroneous debit problem with Kathy's account and a friendship blossomed. They would have lunch and chat about everything, including sex, especially Kathy's very active sex life. Celia had limited sexual experience, mostly with me and a few lucky guys who only got to second base with her in college. The more Kathy talked about the different guys she had fucked over the previous weekends, the more Celia started to wish she could have had some of those experiences when she was in college. Kathy, the vixen, spotted a potential fuck pal in Celia and tried to encourage her to stay over night in Williamsburg with Kathy on a weekend. Celia gave in and told me she would spend the weekend with Kathy and be back home by Sunday afternoon. I figured it would do her good to spend some time with a girl friend and told her to have a good time. The first weekend Kathy took Celia out for drinks and dancing at a local nightclub. Celia had a low tolerance for alcohol and could be very uninhibited when she had a few drinks under her skirt. Several of Kathy's former conquests stopped by to chat with the girls and took turns dancing with both ladies. Celia was wearing an outfit selected by Kathy; a short green mini skirt with a silver blouse that had no buttons, but was held together by a broach that displayed Celia's beautiful skin and small, full breasts. After several trips around the dance floor, Celia allowed herself to be taken outside for a quick make-out session with a guy named Bruce. After some groping and several deep kisses, Celia was on her knees sucking Bruce's cock and receiving a mouthful of strange cum to swallow. Upon returning inside, Kathy could see from Celia's clothes and Bruce's grinning face that a successful plan of seduction had born fruit. The girls went back to Kathy's apartment with two other guys to continue the fun. Kathy hoped that Celia would wind-up getting fucked, but Celia's guy could not get his erection to stay hard long enough to complete the fuck. The dud left and Celia spent the night watching Kathy get fucked three times by some guy whose name escaped her. Kathy enjoyed putting on a show and knew that Celia would be ready for the next weekend's activities. On Sunday, Celia returned home and said she had a good time with Kathy and wanted to know if she could stay up in Williamsburg the following weekend. I had plans to go down to the Outer Banks with some other couples, but agreed to go alone and let her have another weekend with the 'girls'. What a weekend that would turn out to be. The weekend arrived and Kathy and Celia packed an overnight bag and went off to a fraternity party at a private farm some distance from town. Kathy had prepared by telling the frat guys that she had a married woman coming with her who wanted to experience the best side of college life. Celia was 24, but always looked younger. It used to piss her off when she would get carded at the bars after we were married. Kathy took special care to dress Celia to resemble an 18 yr old college freshman and told Celia to conceal her real age, occupation and marital status so none of the guys would be standoffish. The private farm was actually an estate with a large main house with 8 bedrooms and a swimming pool and outside dance floor. Well over 75 people were there, about 35 guys and 40 or more girls. Some were couples, but most were unattached. This party was something of an underground tradition and was by invitation only from one of the fraternity members. Celia and Kathy showed-up around 7 pm and were immediately surrounded by guys anxious to show them around. Kathy had been to several previous parties and was wise to the routine, but went along acting like an ingénue to keep Celia unaware. The booze was flowing and the music was rocking and the atmosphere was set for an unforgettable weekend. Celia was led to the dance floor by John, a tall, muscular, varsity basketball player who kept Celia's drink filled while he slow danced on the outer fringes of the dance floor. He pointed out the other frat guys and some of his special friends and regaled Celia about the guy's special talents with the ladies. A short time later Kathy and her dance partner, Paul, slid over and engaged Celia and John in conversation. Kathy wanted to see the inside of the house and the four of them left the dance floor and went exploring. The house was tastefully decorated and no drinks were allowed inside so the girls chugged theirs before entering. The two couples went upstairs and visited several rooms before finding an unoccupied bedroom with a large, king-size bed. The music from outside could be easily heard so the two couples danced to a slow tune and then wound up on the bed. Kathy and Paul tore each other's clothes off and started licking and sucking before Celia and John shared a first kiss. The music, alcohol, and Kathy and Paul's lusty performance made Celia horny and ready for her first fuck outside of our marriage bed. John was not a sensitive lover and barely rubbed Celia's pussy to see if she was wet (she was!) before getting on top and ramming his cock inside her. Kathy had mounted Paul and was riding him hard trying to beat him to an orgasm. She looked down at Celia and licked her lips and told Celia to 'get busy' and laughingly went back to fucking Paul. John had a nice cock, about 6 inches, but slender, and was using all of his height and muscle to try and ram his cock deep into Celia's tender pussy. Within 10 minutes John was crying out as he shot the first load of cum into Celia's pussy. Celia had not climaxed, but had enjoyed the ride. Paul finished shortly after John and Kathy collapsed on top of him. The two couples lay side-by-side and recovered from their furious fucking. Paul was lying next to Celia and being the horny 20 yr old college Junior was already plotting his next orgasm. He pulled Kathy over to him and kissed her deeply and asked if it was OK if he fucked Celia. Kathy smiled and said it would be a great start to the party, but that she wanted to sample John too. She told Paul to take John into the bathroom to freshen up and to bring him into the plan too. The guy's left and Kathy rolled over to Celia and asked her how her pussy felt. Celia said that she was still horny and hoped that John would come out and fuck her again, only more slowly. Kathy said that she thought that was a distinct possibility. The guys came out of the bathroom and crawled over next to their partners. The guys started kissing their respective girl and then both climbed on top for another round of straight fucking. The guys tried to keep their stroking in time with each other, 10 quick, followed by 10 slow strokes. Since they had already cum once they were good to last a lot longer than their first fuck. Both ladies liked the steady pumping of cock into their wet pussies. Kathy reached over and took Celia's left hand and held it tight while enjoying the slow fuck. Paul looked over to John and said, "switch" and both guys pulled out and exchanged places and started fucking their new girl of the moment. Celia was surprised, as she had hoped that John would find her attractive enough to spend the night with her and hopefully the entire weekend. She looked over at Kathy and saw her sucking John's tongue into her mouth while he pumped his cock; the one Celia wanted more of, deep into Kathy's pussy. The steady boning by Paul was getting her warm and Celia felt herself ready to pop. The combination of the lowered inhibitions and sexually charged atmosphere was too much for the naive wife and she felt herself slip over the edge and screamed and shot upright as her first orgasm of the evening climbed from her pussy up to her brain in lightening speed. Paul was shocked and thought Celia was objecting to being passed around the bed, but when Celia threw her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, he realized that it was going to be a good party! To be continued...