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Surprise Encounter

By: normique



Emily was bored that night. Her husband was watching television, but nothing on it interested her, so she went into the small room where her computer was, sat down and went into a chat room just to see what was going on She hadn’t been there long when an instant message from a man appeared on her screen 

He told her how pretty her picture was on her profile.

She thank him and they began to talk. The usual chatter. a/s/l.

He said he was 31 and single and that his name was Paul. He told her he was an engineer and lived and worked 45 minutes from where she was located. 

“Nice to meet you, Paul. My name is Emily, I’m married and much older than you.” 

“Nice meeting you too, Emily. Mature women know who they are and what they want. I find that very attractive.” 

“Are you hitting on me, Paul? I have heard that line from more men than I can count. It would be a good idea if you looked elsewhere for a younger, single woman.” 

“I didn’t mean that as a line, Emily. I’m just telling you how I feel about older women and am very sorry if it offended you. I’m not looking for sex. I’m lonely tonight and came into the chat room to find someone to talk to, someone to be friends with. Will you please talk to me for awhile?” “Yes,” she said. “Now that we have that cleared up, I will be happy to talk with you.”

They talked for over an hour, telling each other about their families, interests, hobbies, likes and dislikes. 

He told her that he and his sister had come to the States 10 years ago from India and that his parents were still there. His sister lived in another state, and outside of work, he didn’t know many people. He came to the chat rooms out of boredom and loneliness. 

She told him that she came to the chat rooms for the same reasons. She filled the evening hours chatting with Internet friends. 

“Do you think that people can have friends of all ages, Emily?”

‘Yes, of course, there’s no age limit on friendship.”

“May I be one of your Internet friends, Emily? May I add your name to my friends list, so we can chat again?” 

He was a very polite young man and seemed quite sincere, so she agreed then they said good-bye for the night.

A few months passed and during one of their many chats, he sent a picture of himself. 

What a nice looking young man, she thought. “Why aren’t you married, Paul.”

“I haven’t met the right girl and have spent my time becoming established in this country and working. I’ll be married someday, just not now.”

One evening while chatting, Paul asked Emily if they could meet one day for lunch or to just take a walk. She’d told him that she walks 2 miles a day for exercise and loves to walk.

Emily was hesitant and reminded him again that there could be nothing more between them than just friendship. She agreed to meet him because she thought it would be nice to meet in person to have a visual in mind when talking online. Meeting him was harmless wasn’t it? afterall they were meeting in a public place. When the day arrived, she knew she was taking a chance, meeting a stranger without telling someone, but there was no one to tell, certainly not her husband. He would never understand and never allow it. 

They met for coffee at the designated time and place. She was surprised and pleased with how tall he was, taller then her 5’ 11”. She had expected a man from India to be short and dark skinned. He was neither. She also noticed what a good looking young man he was, much better looking then his picture, and she wondered why that mattered to her. She knew why. Something she hadn’t counted on. She was attracted to him. 

When Paul pulled into the parking lot and saw Emily, he couldn’t believe his eyes. She was beautiful, much more attractive then her photo. She was a mature woman with the body of a mature woman, a little plump, but with her height, made her curvaceous as hell. Am I going to be able to keep my hands off of her? he thought.

While in the restaurant anyone who happened to look at them could tell they were checking each other out. Conversation came easily and time seemed to fly. “Emily, is there a park nearby where we can walk as we talk?”

“Yes, there’s a small park not too far from here and if were going to walk we have to leave now. It looks like rain.” 

Rather then ride with him she decided it would be in her best interest if she invited him to ride with her. During the ride to the park, the air inside of her car was charged with sexual energy. It was bouncing off of every surface making her nervous. Conversation stopped and the silence was awkward. She took a sideways glance at him. He was looking straight ahead, and she wondered what he was thinking.

When they arrived, the park was almost empty. The sky was turning darker and the weather was threatening rain. They got out of the car and walked a short distance to a covered shelter and sat down at a picnic table, deciding whether to chance a walk or not. Her hands were cold. She put them up to her mouth and blew her warm breath on them. 

“Let me do that, Emily.” He took her cold hands, put them to his mouth and blew gently, warming them. His lips brushed her fingertips and she felt a warm rush between her legs. His arm went around her shoulder, not for long, but long enough for her to know she liked it. 

This woman is driving me crazy, he thought, I know we agreed that there could be nothing between us, but surely she can feel what’s happening here. I can’t sit here like this. If I do my hands will be all over her luscious curves. “Let’s walk now before it rains,” he said. 

They left the shelter and walked for less then 5 minutes when the wind picked up dramatically and the sky released a drenching downpour on them. They made a dash for another covered shelter and sat down on a bench, laughing and breathless. They were both soaking wet.

The cold early spring wind blew through the shelter and she shivered. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to his warm body. She placed her head on his shoulder and cuddled closer to him. They sat in comfortable silence, watching the rain increasing in strength. Across the way were four park workers dressed in their bright yellow jumpsuits who had also taken shelter from the rain.

Caressing her face with his thumb, he turned his head and smelled the perfume in her hair. “Your beautiful, Emily.” 

She sat up and looked at him. “Thank you Paul, what a sweet thing to say.” 

Their faces were very close. She lowered her eyes, looked at his full lips and wanted to taste them She knew he was thinking the same thing. Ever so slowly their lips met. Her heart raced. It had been a long time since she’d felt a man’s lips on hers. Yes, she was married, but that part of her marriage had ended long ago. There was no affection left. This was heaven! 

He held her close and kissed several more times, each kiss deeper than the one before. When they parted, she heard a noise and turned her back to him to look in the direction of the noise. Her neck was long and inviting and right in front of him. He placed ‘barely there’ butterfly kisses up and down the side of her neck. She turned her head to give him access to the other side. Ever so softly, tenderly, he gave the other side the same careful attention. He had no way of knowing that was her vulnerable spot. Kisses on the neck broke down her resistance and made her legs weak. She melted against him and whimpered. 

He stood up and taking her hand, walked her to the other side of the shelter. Peeking around the corner, he saw that no one was there, then turned to her. He kissed her while backing her into the wall of the shelter. He kissed her hard and began pressing his body into hers, pinning her against the rough texture of the wall. The sudden change in him frightened her and at the same time....excited her! She felt his ridged erection against her stomach as he ground his hips into her. 

Their lips never parting, he moved her through the archway to the other side of the wall, to the recessed alcove where the men’s room door was. He backed her into the outside of the door, her body pressed against it, his body pressed against hers, kissing her passionately, she kissing him back...tongues dancing a mating ritual. His hands were on her breasts and his breathing became ragged. What he was doing felt so good and she was lost to the passion growing inside of her. The passion he aroused in her.

Suddenly the difference in age was a moot point. He was a man, and she a woman, and that’s all that mattered. She was whimpering and moaning, unaware of how loud she was, but he wasn’t. He opened the men’s room door and led her inside, so attention wasn’t drawn to them. The men in the yellow jumpsuits were still in the shelter across the way. 

The room was dirty and smelled of urine. “I don’t want to be in here Paul. I’m afraid someone will come in and see us here. We don’t need to be arrested.”

Lightening charged the air and thunder rolled in the distance.

“There’s a storm outside. No one is going to come in here. Emily, I want you. I want you so badly I can hardly stand it.” 

He walked toward her and once again she found herself pressed against a wall. She had never been treated like this before. He was all over her and she loved it! He led her into a stall and shut the door, locking it. Pressing her against the inside wall of the stall with his hip, he held her arms above her head with one hand, and putting his other hand down the front of her jeans, felt her wetness, then began to rub her swollen clit. He rubbed it with all the fury of the storm outside.

“Paul! Paul! My God!!” she cried. He let her arms go and she held on to him tightly, her hands clinching his strong muscled arms, as spasm after spasm overtook her. 

He held her close and unable to wait any longer, unhooked her bra and let her luscious breasts free. He claimed each hardened nipple with his mouth sending a searing heat through her body directly to her womanhood. She reached out and took his hard cock in her hand through his clothes. 

He moaned and sucked in his breath, as he plunged his hand into her panties again, finger deep inside her. “Emily, my beautiful Emily. You feel so good! So wet! I can feel you throbbing.” He found her G-Spot with two fingers and massaged it while rubbing her clit with his thumb. 

She thrust her hips forward, feeling the buildup, unable to control her cries. She had entered that other reality, the reality where nothing mattered but the present. Nothing mattered except what she was experiencing. Just as she felt what she considered the epitome of pleasure, he pulled his hand out of her panties, licked his fingers, and pulled her jeans down. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Just as suddenly, he was on his knees and his mouth found her, tasted her, thrust his tongue inside her, tongue fucking her. She was going insane with desire and need....unable to remain still...so skillful was he. He held her ass cheeks in his hands pulling her to himself so he could take all of her, loving how she tasted, how she responded to him, how loud she was, whimpering, moaning, calling his name. 

He began to suck her clit. She thought she would lose her mind! She grabbed his head, holding it there, and ground her pussy into his face. He sucked her hard and fast until she came again. Her legs were shaking as her body convulsed and he continued sucking her until she stopped. He stood up and she leaned heavily against him, while he held her. 

When he felt her relaxing, he stood away from her and took his pants down. Taking her hands, he placed one on his cock and one on his balls. She gently massaged his balls while stroking his cock, then bent down taking it into her mouth. She kissed his hard cock.....licked it with her tongue.....and sucked it. He moaned and withdrew himself from her mouth. Reaching down he pulled her up by her hair, roughly bending her head back until she was looking into his eyes, eyes that were hungry with need. 

“You know what I want and you want it too. You want it just the way I’m going to give it to you. Hard! Fast! Deep! When I’m done....you’ll know your mine.” 

Her knees nearly buckled. Anticipation shrivered through her. He was right on all counts. He spun her around, bent her forward, his erection an iron bar prodding her. He rubbed his cock back and forth between the mounds of her bottom, then slipped a hand around and cupped the vee of her thighs. Muscles deep inside her bore down on nothing, aching to be filled and soothed. When his lips grazed the back of her neck, she whimpered. He pushed himself in her slowly. Easing inside. Inch by inch he pushed deeper, taking every bit her body yielded. He pushed a final time deeper still, and she made helpless mewling sounds. 

“Emily, my God your so tight! This makes us part of each other,” he whispered. I’m going to love you now....slow and sweet, but when you cum, I’m going to fuck you the way I need to.” 

She whimpered in reply, burning inside, desperate for him to move, to do as he promised. She wanted both: tenderness and wildness, man and animal. He gave her both. Thrusting in long slow strokes, nudging deep. Grunting with each stroke, he picked up the pace. Fast and furious, his balls slapping against her hot aching skin. With each powerful thrust the breath was driven out of her, helpless to prevent the sounds spilling from her lips. 

Lightening cracked as it lit up the sky. Thunder boomed overhead and rain came down in torrents. The storm outside matching the storm inside. 

She came again just as he exploded inside her, his legs quivering, breathless. She could feel his rapid heartbeat as he leaned against her back. 

After cleaning up and dressing, they walked out of the men’s room into cool crisp air. The storm had past. All was clean and still. The earthy smell after a storm permeated the air.

She drove him back to his car, each thinking his own thoughts, each marveling at the chemistry between them, each knowing they would meet again. 

Surprise Encounter



I'd known him forever. We shared a meeting here and a cup of coffee there. We'd had long conversations and comfortable silences. We'd served on the Board of Director's together, shivered in the cold, serving coffee and cookies to weary travelers. Any number of things, we'd done it together, or at least as a team.

One day, a few months, my stereo went out in my Rodeo. I knew he fiddled with electronics, and that he had an awesome stereo system in both his home and his car. So I got a new stereo, and went to him to ask if he would install it for me. I even offered to pay. He waved me off on that, and asked for my keys. I handed them over, and followed him out to my car to keep him company, or hand him a screwdriver if he needed me to.

In just minutes, he had the old one out, and was sliding the new one in. The speakers were still good, so he just reconnected them, and slid his tall body out of my car. 

Dusty is 6ft 6, lean, not especially handsome, but for some reason, I suddenly found myself intensely attracted to him. Even his tattoo's, which I normally don't like, seemed attractive. He handed me my keys, and I stood on tiptoe to hug him, throwing my arms around his neck. "Come here," I whispered, pulling his large head down to kiss him on the mouth. 

His arms went around me to hug me back, and I think he was just expecting a peck on the cheek, because when my mouth touched his, he sort of stiffened up a little. Pulling back when I ended the ten second kiss, he had a questioning look in his eyes. 

Slowly, hesitantly, he lowered his head back down for a second kiss, testing the waters. Not thinking of the consequences, I tightened my hold around his neck, pressing my body into his, and with a tiny moan, opened my lips for his tongue to enter.

There we were, on the busy downtown street, kissing wildly, exploring each other's mouths, completely oblivious to our surroundings, or the fact that any of our friends might come upon us, while entering the coffee shack.

His large hands, easily as big as two of mine, spanned my waist, and began exploring my backside. Gripping my bottom, he pulled my lower section into him, and with a start, I realized that he was extremely hard! 

Someone drove by and honked, then called out the window, "Get a room!"

We pulled apart slowly, looking into one another's brown eyes. "Wow," he said, straightening back up to his full height. "What brought that on?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and replied honestly, "I really don't know." My heart was beating wildly, and when he touched my cheek softly with his knuckles, my stomach did flip flops. I really didn't intend on kissing him at all, it just sort of happened. I knew he had a wife, but all of a sudden, I just had to have him! What he said next sealed our fate. 

"Do you want to go someplace else?" he asked softly. I nodded. My apartment was only a few blocks away. I told him where, and got in my car and left. He went back in, and got his belongings. I was waiting in the parking lot when he pulled in, and led the way to my apartment. Once inside, he looked around, and said, "Nice place."

I turned to him, suddenly a little nervous. He towered over me, even though I am pretty tall for a woman. I liked that. Most men were level with me, at 5 foot 10. Dusty made me feel petite. He stepped closer to me, and took me in his arms. "I've always thought you were the prettiest girl around," then he took possession of my mouth again.

Our kiss was even more intense than the one we had shared earlier on the street. I couldn't believe I was standing here, about to have sex with somebody else's husband! A twinge of guilt began to seep in, and I pulled away. "Dusty? What about Eileen?" 

He sighed, and led me over to the sofa and pulled me down next to him. "Hon, Eileen is with her husband."

I was shocked! They had just gotten married, although it was not a legal marriage. I didn't quite understand how it worked totally, but there was a ceremony, and rings exchanged, but no marriage certificate to formalize the union. I didn't know if I could respect that or not, but it was definitely unusual. He then explained that her husband had been there at the ceremony, and given her away. Theirs was an open marriage, and he was okay with Dusty being a part of Eileen's life. It was all too weird for me, but I felt better knowing I wasn't about to hurt someone.

His hand began traveling up the outside of my leg, and he had one arm around me. As his hand flew up my side, he leaned in to start kissing me again. Again I pulled away. "Not here. Lets go to my bed." 

I led him by the hand to my bedroom, and once inside, kicked off my sneakers, then started unbuttoning my shirt. He brushed my hands aside, and took over the task, while I started in on his jeans. I pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans, and started lifting it up. He stopped with the buttons to help me lift it over his head. 

His torso was long, his chest wide and muscular. He had a Legend of Zelda tattoo! I laughed and kissed it. That was one of my favorite video games of all time, and his as well. I dragged my lips over to his right nipple, and began licking it. He moaned, and his nipple hardened immediately. 

I licked it, and blew cool air on it, watching it stiffen even more. Then he moved to its twin on the left. My hands went up, caressing his shoulders, as he removed my shirt, and unfastened the front clasp of my bra. 

He pushed the material aside, and bent his head to do the same to my nipples, kneading the soft mounds of flesh as well. He surprised me by biting on my hardened nipples, causing me to get goose bumps. I gasped and clutched his head closer to my breasts. 'Oh God, I love that!" I said, and began biting on his neck. I hate hickeys, so refrained from sucking on his neck, but his ears were fair game! 

We kissed, licked and nipped on all the available flesh, and had to shed more clothes to find uncharted territory. He lay me down on the bed, and slowly unsnapped my jeans one button at a time. He planted kisses in the V of my pants, licking my tummy where the top of my panties lay. My breath caught in my throat, my heart racing double time. His fingers hooked under the band of my jeans and panties.

"Lift," he whispered. I lifted my behind, and he pulled them off my ass, and down my long thighs. I was suddenly naked in front of him, but no longer nervous at all! I watched his face, as he took in the sight of my body. I am not a little girl. I have full curves, and a pudgy belly, and very large breasts, with thick thighs. Nothing showed in his eyes except lust. 

His hands ran up the length of my inner thighs, spreading them and the kissing, licking and nibbling began anew. Shivers ran through my body as he worked his way up my thighs. He blew hot and cold, here and there. I felt my juices bubble up between my pussy lips and escape. He saw the bubble pop and glisten on my plump pussy lips. I swear he growled as he drove his tongue into my wet pussy, assaulting my throbbing clit with his long tongue. He lapped at me like a thirsty dog, over and over. 

I brought my knees up, which allowed me to spread my legs wider for him. He parted my hairless lips with his fingers, and latched onto my huge clit, sucking it deep into his mouth. His tongue flicked my clit as he sucked on it like a baby does a bottle. 

I could feel the blood rushing through my body, as my orgasm built up. I began panting, and clutching the blanket below me in my fists. My hips began bucking up into his mouth, grinding my clit on his face. His mouth hung on for the bumpy ride, never easing up. He thrust his middle finger inside me, deep and hard. I bucked even harder. 

He added another finger, and stretched me open further, as his fingers were long and thick. I moaned in passion, and thrashed on the bed, helpless to stop the wave that was quickly approaching. "Dusty, oh baby, I'm going to come! Don't stop!"

He told me to come in his mouth, and began to finger fuck me harder and faster. As his fingers hit my G-spot, I screamed! My whole body shook and my knees got weak, and finally, I stiffened up, lifting my ass up high off the bed. His fingers kept fucking me, and as I felt myself beginning to let loose, he withdrew his fingers and planted his open mouth over my entire pussy. My juices flooded out of my body in a gush, thick creamy come coating his tongue and face. He lapped them up with his tongue, sucking my hole for all he was worth. I let my death grip in his hair loosen, and finally, I could take no more lapping and eased my pussy away from his mouth, and sat up.

"Holy- shit!" I laughed breathlessly. Then I brought his head up level with mine and kissed him full on the mouth, tasting my juices on his lips and tongue. "Thank you Dusty, that was awesome!"

He got up on the bed, and sat next to me. He told me I tasted so sweet, and we kissed and caressed one another for a minute or two, but then I wanted to taste him! I pushed him back on the bed, kissing my way down his stomach, dipping my tongue in the divot of his belly button, and swirling it around. 

When I reached his jeans, they were already unbuttoned, and I looked up at him and smiled. "Lift!" We shucked his jeans in record time, and I sat there staring at the thickest cock and balls I'd seen in a long time, possibly the biggest ever. He was a good seven inches, but the girth is what had my eyes widening with lust!

"Wow!" I took it in my hand, hot, hard and throbbing. This was going to be a challenge.

I looked at him, and lowered my head to his cock and kissed the head, licking the droplet of pre-cum that graced the tip. I started with his balls first, licking and sucking them into my mouth. This drove him crazy, and his cock twitched in response. I rolled those heavy orbs around in my hand, loving the weight and feel of them, as my mouth moved higher, licking and sucking on the bulging shaft. His hand was in my hair, caressing the silky strands as I moved over him. 

Once I was at the top, I licked the head until I had it shiny and wet, swirling my tongue around and around the tip. His legs moved now and then, tightening and relaxing. I worked his cock into my mouth inch by inch, slowly wetting as much of it as I could. My lips were stretched wide and thin around his meat, and I know that I had never felt as full as this! Up and down I bobbed, his glistening rod getting wetter and wetter, and with each down stroke, I took more of him into my mouth.

"Oh shit baby, take it! Take it all." he begged. I was trying my best, and was determined to do just that. I had most of it in my mouth when he hit the back of my throat. There were still a couple inches left until my nose would be buried in his pubes! I tried to force it down my throat, but it locked up on me tight as a drum. So I bobbed up and down a few more times, before trying again. This time, I relaxed my throat, and he slid in.

"Jesus girl, you did it! Oh that feels so fucking good!" he threw his head back and relaxed as I worked his cock in and out of my tight throat. Pre-cum was oozing from the head, coating the back of my throat, making entry into the tight depths easier. Soon I deep throated him with ease, my fingers continued to play with his balls, and I could feel them tighten up, ready to shoot his load into my mouth. 

"I'm going to cum baby. If you don't want to swallow it, you'd better take it out!" he warned me. I moaned on his throbbing cock, and sucked it deeper into my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum, so I didn't take it back into my throat.

Instead, I stroked his lower shaft with my hand, working my mouth on the upper half. "Come in my mouth, Dusty. I want to taste you too." I begged. 

This set him off, and he yelled out that he was Cumming as the first burst of semen hit the roof of my mouth. I held my head still, my mouth wrapped around his pulsing head, burst after burst of cum shooting from the slit into my waiting mouth. I swallowed it all, and stroked him from base to tip, milking every drop from his balls.

When no more cum could be coaxed from his cock, I licked him clean until he couldn't take anymore. He pulled me up to lay next to him, in his arms. He stroked my hair, and tilted my face up for a kiss. "You are wonderful. No one has ever taken all of me before."

We lay together for a long time, each of us getting over our intense orgasms, and finally drifted off to sleep for a bit in one another's arms.



Surprise Encounter



Graduation is only a couple of weeks away and I just turned 18. I sit and wait under the stairs in the deserted part of the school. I look at my watch, he's late. I am giving him an opportunity that many would love to have and he may not even show. Have I made a mistake in making him this offer? 

Then I look up and he is there. "I thought you weren't going show." 

"I almost didn't." 

"Why is that?" 

"I have never had a girl offer me sex before. Let alone even have a girl kiss me before." 

"I knew you were an 18 year old virgin but I didn't know you had never kissed a girl before." 

He just looks away and shrugs his shoulders. I can see his face flush in embarrassment. I walk up to him and tell him, "It will be ok." "We don't have to do this if you are not ready." 

"No, I am ready. Just go easy on me." 

I smile up at him and say, "This is your pleasure. You set the pace. You make up the rules. What you want is what you get. Just remember we have only until the bell rings." 

He steps to me and we look into each others eyes. He leans for his first kiss. Our noses bang but then I take his head in my hands and our lips meet. The kiss starts slow, awkward but then our lips part and kiss heats up. We touch the tips of tongues, quickly, almost as though it never happened. Then I feel his tongue on my lower lip, invading my mouth. Our tongues intertwine as he pulls me tighter into his embrace. My head starts to swim with the feelings that this kiss is invoking within me. 

The kiss ends and I am left speechless. I just look up at him, breathless, unable to believe he never kissed a girl before. With his hands still on my waist, I feel him slip his right hand under my blouse and make its way to my lace covered breasts. He runs his thumb over my erect nipple, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through my body. 

I reach down, crossing my arms as I go, taking the ends of my blouse in my hands and pulling it up over my head, exposing my lace covered breasts to his bulging eyes. He looks up at me as if asking permission to touch them. I just nod. He reaches up cupping both breasts in his hands, squeezing and massaging them. I reach back to unhook my bra and he stops me by grabbing my arm. 

He shakes his head and says, "Let me." He wraps his arms around my chest, taking the bra ends into his hands, he stumbles at first but then the hooks snaps free. He places his hands on my shoulders, hooking his index fingers under each strap and slides them down my arms and off. 

I am now standing there exposed to his eyes; my nipples harden even more with the coolness of the area. He bends over and takes my left nipple into his mouth as he takes the right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it lightly. I close my eyes, lean my head back and moan aloud. He flicks his tongue over my nipple, then bites down and tugs ever so softly. He goes between each nipple teasing them to the point of torture. 

Then he stands back up, taking his shirt off, showing off his a well toned torso. Then pulls me into his embrace and kisses me deeply. Our bodies pressed tightly together, I can feel his bulging manhood press against my stomach. I feel his hands slide to my ass and give it a squeeze. Then his hands slide under my skirt, feeling the moist cloth of my panties. He rubs my mound with his whole hand before pulling away my panties. With my skirt pulled up around my waist, he kneels before me, looking up smiling. 

With his hands on the inside of my thighs, he gently pulls my legs apart. He kisses the inside of my knee letting his tongue trace its way up my thigh, stopping just before reaching my center. He switches to the other knee and repeats the kisses up my thigh but this time he doesn't stop. He kisses and nibbles my outer lips. 

His hot breath giving me goose bumps and sending shivers up my spine, all I can do is moan in pleasure, to pleasure no boy has ever given me before. I have been with plenty of boys, even some amazing men but none that have made me feel like I am floating above the world. How can this amazing boy, being a virgin who has never touched a girl before now, make me feel this way? 

All of a sudden his tongue licks my slit from ass to clit and my legs begin to quiver. His tongue slips into my now soaking wet pussy and licks feverishly at my swollen clit. He encircles my clit with the tip of his tongue at first before assaulting my clit with the flat part of his tongue. I feel his finger penetrate my lips and slide into my steaming hot vagina. As he licks my clit, he now fucks me hard with his finger. In and out, lick lick, my body is going crazy with emotion. My legs begin to shake and twitch. My breathing becomes ragged and my moans louder as my orgasm approaches. I call out his name as I cum on his tongue. He laps it up like a thirsty puppy suckling at its mother's nipple. 

Now leaning against the wall, unable to hold myself up, I slide down to my knees in front of him. I look up at him as I undo his jeans and pull them down to expose his pulsating cock. I am in awe at the site of him. He is so large. I reach up and wrap my right hand around the shaft unable to touch my fingers on the other side. My left hand cups his balls, rolling them around I can feel their fullness. As I start stroking this massive cock, I notice the moisture oozing from the head and I lean in flicking the tip of my tongue over the wetness; I savor the taste. I hear him moan and I can't take it any longer. I have to feel him in my mouth. 

I swirl my tongue around the head before engulfing his cock within my mouth. My tongue does a dance on the underside of his cock as I bob my head up and down, taking more in as I go. I feel the head hit the back of my throat and I shake my from side to side, all the while my tongue is still dancing across his shaft. As I come back up, I let my tongue flick over the head before I repeat my way back down. I can feel him begin to swell so I give his balls a slightly tighter squeeze. Then I wrap my right hand around the shaft, squeezing hard as stroke him, my mouth working the head of his cock. I hear him take in a sharp intake of air, and then I feel his cock twitch within my mouth. Just then I feel the first splash of cum hit the back of my throat and I hear ringing. 

"Wow," I think to myself, "bells go off when he cums." Then it hits me, it is the class bell going off, yet I want every drop of his sweet nectar. He pulls me up and off his cock, looking me in the eye with a smile of utter satisfaction. 

He pulls up his pants and fastens them closed, then takes me in his arms, kisses me quickly and says, "Thank you." 

He turns and starts to walk away. I call out, "Steve!" He turns around. "You have plans this Friday night?" 

"No." He says. 

"Good. Pick me up at seven and we will finish what we started here." 

He says, "You mean it?" 

"Yes." 

"Ok. Then I will see you on Friday." 

With that he smiles and disappears around the corner, leaving me with nothing on but my skirt hiked up around my waist...



Surprise Encounter Ch. 01



The following story is a collaborative effort between my internet chat mate and myself. It started when I sent here the first e-mail after we met on-line (we found each other through an on-line dating service.) I dared her to continue the story, which she did very nicely. After four or five interchanges we got together and found we had something in common. We both loved to fuck. Since we are both married, we can only get together every couple of weeks or so. The first half of the story is pretty much fantasy, while the later half is very representative of our usual four to six hour love sessions.

Angeleyes is a multi-orgasmic, tight pussied, wanton lover; game for almost anything. I love to eat a woman and get her screaming and begging to be fucked before I enter her. Angeleyes loves that kind of attention. And I love to provide it for her.

Since I've aged it has become hard for me to climax. With the help of Viagra, I can stay hard for hours and give her the hard fucking she likes and demands. On just our last meeting we met at 8am and we made love almost continuously until 2pm, when we headed for the shower. I came once early, before 9am, but thanks to that little blue pill, I was able to stay hard the rest of the time, giving her orgasm after orgasm. Everytime I got tired, I just pulled out and kept her hot by dropping down on her pussy and flicking her clit with my tongue.

Angeleyes -- Like he said, we met on-line. I only answered his ad because he said that he was looking for a woman to chat on-line with and exchange e-mails. We exchanged several e-mails and pictures but then he suggested we meet somewhere for lunch and I thought... "What the hell...why not?". 

We met in the parking lot of the restaurant, he was there when I pulled in and I parked next to him. He got out of his car and got into mine as the restaurant wasn't opened yet. We talked for a while, he kissed me a couple of times, then we went inside for lunch. 

By this time, I had already decided that there was no way I was going to start up an affair with this guy. He sat next to me in the booth and we talked and ate lunch. For some reason, after talking with him for this extended lunch, I started to change my mind. There was just something about him......still not sure what it was that made me do a complete 180 in my thinking....but I felt like I had to give this one a chance. 

After lunch, we walked back out to our cars, he came and sat in mine to "give me a proper good-bye kiss". This kiss continued on as he went from my lips to my ear to my neck, with him caressing my leg, my abdomen and then my breast. By this time, I knew and told him that I thought he was going to be trouble for me. I knew I had to have him. 

Of course, typical of a man, he then pulls his rock hard cock out of his pants and begins to stroke it. I couldn't resist touching it and caressing it myself, as it stood straight up, glistening with pre-cum. Then, for some reason, I had this sudden urge, I needed to have this wonderful-looking cock in my mouth, able to run my tongue all over the head and taste the cum that was there. 

My mind kept telling me "NO....your in the middle of a parking lot" but the rest of me kept saying "go for it", so I did. I leaned over and ran my tongue over the head, then took almost the whole thing deep into my mouth. I sucked it, caressed it with my tongue, tasting his wonderful pre-cum. I wanted to take him all the way but decided not to, give him something more to look forward to. I had never done that before but I must have been feeling wild about that time...and am so glad I did.

We met the second time at a motel and what a day it was!!! Like he said, I am multi-orgasmic and he has been able to bring them all out of me. I have never had sex this good or wild ever.... not even when I was a lot younger than I am now. I have let him do things to me that I have never done before...including restraints and blindfolds. One fantasy I have is to take on two guys at once. I want them both in me at the same time and it would be with him that I will do this, if I ever get up enough nerve to actually do it. I know that he would keep me safe and wouldn't allow anybody to hurt me in the process of doing this type of thing. Maybe, just maybe, someday........



Saber6 -- To aid the reader in determining whose work they are reading I have changed the font every time the writer changes and as you have already seen I start off each section without pen names: Angeleyes -- for her work and Saber6 -- for my work.

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Saber6 -- It is a Friday evening at the Zuckey Lake Tavern (In Lakeland). The usual mixture of clientele is there, mostly construction workers mixed in with a few business types and several couples off the lake enjoying an evening meal. 

I'm seated at the end of the bar with my back to the door. I'm neither the business type nor one of the construction workers. In my shorts, sandals and a T-shirt from Maui I look more like one of the couples off the lake. Only I'm not a couple.

For 54 years I still look pretty good, if I do say so myself. I keep my light brown hair cut pretty short so the few gray hairs that are starting to come in on the sides don't show. I'm medium build and still in pretty good shape, so I probably don't look my age.

The few office type girls that are here and unattached are all too young. So just about the time I'm ready to down the last swallow of my drink and hit the road, a real lady walks in. I only see her from the back as she passes, but she has an air of confidence and maturity that really attracts my attention. There is one bar stool open about four seats down the bar, but she walks on by. Maybe she's just half of another couple on the way to the bathroom. A couple steps past the empty stool she pauses, stops, turns around and slowly makes her way back to the stool. She asks one of the construction types if the seat is taken. Getting a negative reply, she slowly slides up onto the stool.

She sits at a 45-degree angle to the bar, with her back slightly towards the construction worker she just spoke with, thus facing almost directly towards me. There is a large space between her stool and the next one to her left allowing the barmaids a place to give and pick-up their orders.

I'm immediately attracted to her. She looks to be about fortyish, shoulder length curly red hair, hazel blue eyes, full figured and what I would call pleasingly plump. A woman you could hold and know you have someone in your arms… soft curves of sensual pleasure. No bony extensions to jab or dig into your ribs. But what really turned my eye, was the way she held herself, with confidence, pride and an apparent self-awareness that she was in charge of her life.

What she wore, suited her to a T… short black skirt with a matching sweater top… smoky black nylons and shiny black pumps. The sweater is opened well down into her cleavage, however clung close without revealing her charms. The combination told me, again, that she wasn't out to impress anyone; she was a woman comfortable with herself. She smiled as she noticed I was looking at her, but glanced away with the grin still in place. Ordering a Squirt, she sat quietly waiting, just relaxed and calm. Her drink came and she took a slow sip and I heard a slight sigh of "ahh" whisper from her lips. For some reason I thought I'd like to hear that sound again.

I call over the barmaid and say. "The lady that just ordered, what's she drinking?"

She looks over where I'm indicating, turns back with a smirk on her face 

and says, "A Squirt."

"That's it?"

The barmaid just looks at me as if to say, "What kind of jerk are you. Didn't you hear what I said?"

"Would you please ask her if she would mind if I bought her another drink?"

"Sure, stud." She responds with a note of sarcasm that says as much as, What do you expect to get with a line like that.

Without hesitation she walks right over to this beautiful lady, leans over the bar and begins talking, while pointing back at me.

Angeleyes -- As the barmaid approaches, you notice that I have glanced your way. The barmaid tells me what you want, I turn slightly on the barstool and, as I do, my skirt climbs a little on my thigh, barely exposing the top of my stockings. You notice, as my eyes look you up and down, trying to size you up with just a quick look. "Tell him I would prefer his company rather than a drink"...saying this loud enough for you to hear. Turning more toward you, I ask you to join me at a table, where we can sit and get to know each other more privately. You help me off the stool, at which time my skirt rides up just a bit more, which you are very quick to catch. 

We walk over to a table near the back. You notice the construction workers watching us as we move, all of them wondering how you managed to catch my attention so quickly. Maybe it was the way I saw and felt your eyes checking me out as I walked by or maybe your natural good looks. I still don't know for sure, but there was something about the way you looked that made me think you would make for an interesting evening....

Saber6 --  I take her arm slightly at the elbow and guide us toward an empty table in the back corner of the room. I'm trying to think of something to say, but I can't get the picture of those lovely thighs incased in the smoky nylons out of my mind. Actually, it is the soft, white flesh above the nylons that I can't stop seeing and wondering if that last glimpse I got was black, lacy panties or dark, rich hair. Then I reason it must have been black, lacy panties, otherwise the dark, rich hair would have been redder.

As we sit down, I finally find my tongue, saying, "My name is Bill."

As she slides across the seat of the booth to the back of its corner, she replies, "Hi Bill, I'm Angel." She places yourself in the corner, again at a 45-degree angle and brings up her left leg onto the seat, giving me another great view of her warm, white thighs, but not enough so I can truly tell what lies at their juncture. She continues, "But my closest friends call me Angeleyes." While saying this, she turns your head down coyly and bats our eyelids. 

I'm speechless at first, my eyes darting from her thighs to her eyes and back again. As I slowly sit down next to her I place our drinks on the table. I can't believe how lucky I am and my mind is racing to figure out what to say so I don't blow what is promising to be a great evening. Finally, I say and mean, "I can see why. Your eyes are just beautiful." And I keep my gaze locked on them.

Before either of us can say anything else, the waitress comes and asks, "I see you already have your drinks. Are you ready to order or do you need a little more time?"

Still looking into herr eyes; thinking I know what I want to eat, but I'm not sure it is on the menu yet; I ask, "You will have dinner with me, won't you?"

Very softly in a rich husky voice she replies, "Of course, what do you recommend?"

"I'm having the Chicken Fajita Salad, with honey mustard sauce. It's great. There is more than you can eat, so it works for a lunch the next day. It's what I always order, unless my wife brow beats me into ordering something else for a change."

Without so much as a notice of my last comment, she looks up at the waitress, saying, "I'll have the same."

"Married." You say as the waitress turns and steps away.

"Yes." I reply, raising my hand to show my ring. "But all is not well and she is gone this weekend visiting a friend.

"That's okay. I noticed the ring when I sat down. I'm married also." She raises herr hand as well. "But, hubby knows I'm out and it's okay with him." She pauses then adds, "So, you're out on the prowl."

"Yah, I guess so. Sounds like you are too."

We talk about other things waiting for the food to come. I find out she is a teacher and I tell her I'm retired Navy and now work computers. All the while, I keep staring into those beautiful angeleyes, scared to look down in case she notices.

I want to rest a hand on that thigh that lays so invitingly close, but I don't dare. I don't want to blow this. I want something to happen. Then I question myself that maybe she wants something to happen and is waiting for me to make it happen. So, I reach out, but at the last second my hand drifts away from your thigh and grabs the edge of the seat next to it. However, I do let my finger softly glide across the nylon on its way to the seat's edge and does not seem to take notice.

Encouraged, I turn and ask, "Why don't I get the waitress and have her change our order to-go. My boat is parked across the street. W-w-we could be a little more comfortable out there." Before you even have a chance to answer I add, "I know we just met. But, we don't have to leave the dock, just sit in the boat. It's less crowded and certainly a lot nicer atmosphere. What do you say?" And with that I raise my hand off the seat edge and lay it gently just above her knee.

Angeleyes --I answer "yes...sounds like a nice idea"... before you have a chance to change your mind. I feel your hand resting softly on my thigh and a slight chill of anticipation runs thru my body. I'm thinking to myself that this could lead to a very interesting and fulfilling evening. You summon the waitress and change our order "to-go". Once the order arrives, we get up and leave the restaurant.

Walking over to the boat, we make idle chat, discussing everything but what might be about to happen. The night is warm with a slight breeze and a full moon overhead. As I step onto the boat, you hold my hand..."just so you don't slip". But once on the boat, I do notice that you don't release my hand, in fact, you give it a little squeeze and hold it a little tighter. We sit on deck and begin to eat our salads, continuing with our idle chatter.

Once we finish dinner, we both lean back against the seat...gazing up at the stars. It is beautiful out, the stars shining brightly. You lean close, again placing your hand on my thigh and say to me...in nothing much more than a whisper..."The stars seem closer and brighter away from shore, out in the middle of the lake where there are fewer lights". I look into your eyes and respond "Well, what are you waiting for then...lets go see exactly how bright those stars are going to shine tonight. Besides, maybe we can see a few fireworks while we are out there..."

Saber6 -- Without waiting for any further encouragement I lean closer and give her a quick peck on the cheek and squeeze her thigh slightly. I start to get up, but her arm goes around my neck and she pulls my head back to hers. Our lips meet with more than a little passion, which keeps building and building. Our heads rock back and forth as our tongues begin to do battle for possession of the other's mouth. I lean harder and harder against her and allow my hand to slowly roll to the inside of her thigh.

We kiss and kiss for several minutes, while my hand continues to slide slowly up her thigh. Finally, with my fingers just ever so slightly below the juncture, I pull my lips away from hers and begin search her neck and ear – looking for that spot that will make he tingle.

Angeleyes -- "We're going to be caught if we stay here. We really need to get out into the lake if we want this to go any further." With great reluctance, you give me one last little kiss on the lips, start the boat, and we are quickly off. Once we get to the middle of the lake, you turn the motor off and turn to me. By this time, I have leaned back in the seat and am staring up at the stars. "The stars are so brilliant out here, it's almost like you can reach up and touch them" I say to you in not much more than a whisper...as if saying it much louder will blow them out. You walk over to me, kneel down beside me, taking my hand gently and say, "If you like the looks of that.....

Saber6 --maybe I can make some real sparks fly. Just close your eyes."



I gently brush my lips across hers, sort of testing the waters. I feel her lips pucker slightly and I bring mine down increasing the pressure slowly. I feel her lips part and I allow mine to do the same simultaneously turning my head almost 90 degrees to hers. Our mouths open wider as the pressure and passion of the kiss continues to increase at an almost exponential pace. Our arms wrap around each other as I fall into the seat with her. Grasping each other as if we were long time lovers, our heads turn and rotate in a spiral of passion, desire and wanton need. There's no turning back now, even if we wanted to, the need has grown so strong as now our tongues joust frantically for possession of the other's mouth. A battle of lust that only stokes the flames of desire to yet another level.

After several more minutes of letting each other know how desperate our need is for one another, I gently break our kiss. I move my head to her neck, searching for that special spot I know has to be there, that will make her so desperate, that she will start begging for more ardent advances. I work along her neck and up towards her ear sliding my lips and tongue slowly over her soft skin. At her ear lob I feel her shudder slightly and I am encouraged. I move down her neck into that hollow at the base and side of throat. She really shudders this time and whispers, "I knew you were going to be trouble."

"This is no trouble at all." I reply and go back to my ministrations on her neck. I am promptly rewarded with yet another series of even more intense shudders.

I lower my hand now to her knee and slowly let it roll over to the inside of the thigh again. She moans in response to that or to my insistent sucking at her throat – I'm not sure which. My hand pets in a circular motion and slowly I move it up the soft flesh incased in those smoky black nylons. Eventually my hand rides above their top and onto soft, naked flesh. I'm still not sure whether I will find panties or exposed loveliness. With my hand resting slightly below the juncture of those lovely legs I raise a finger ever so gently, determined to find the answer. 

Angeleyes --As your hand goes to my leg, I can feel the thrill of excitement go thru my entire body. Your hand slowly works its' way up my leg, to the top of my stockings and beyond. As you raise your finger up further, you are met with warm, exposed skin; a well-trimmed pussy, very wet from the passion you have brought out in me. I hear a little moan of excitement escape your throat; I can tell that you are surprised and pleased to find it not only exposed, but wet. As you begin to slowly rub the lips with your fingers, I begin to moan approval of your technique. I am getting wetter than ever from your rubbing and probing. I raise up a little in the seat so that your lips move from my neck down to my breast, where, with your free hand, you easily remove my blouse and bra in one swift movement. Your mouth and tongue quickly find my nipple and begin sucking and flicking it, alternating the two, trying to see which will illicit the greatest response from me. My moaning is getting louder..."Oh yeah baby...suck it good. Feels sooooo nice babe, don't quit." Then your fingers find.....

Saber6 -- … that little button of passion. As my finger lightly grazes over it, she gasps and thrusts her pelvis up into my hand. I let my fingers drop down through that valley of delight between the petals of desire and slide into her tunnel of lust. I slide two in and out slowly several times. I turn my hand slightly, reaching north with my thumb. It slides back up that valley of delight between those petals of desire, again finding her love button. Again she gasps.




Surprise Encounter Ch. 01



I groaned my frustration as my wife pulled her well lubricated fingers out of my burning, tingling ass. At least her other slippery hand continued to stroke my dick, slowing but not pausing. I heard the cap on the Astroglide snap open and I knew she was lubing up a dildo as a replacement for her fingers in my now nicely stretched anus. She ran her hand over my hot, well spanked bottom before placing the tip of the dildo against my now relaxed sphincter. 

I was lying face down, stretched out across the bed with my hips on a couple of pillows. She was sitting between my spread legs. She had made me move from my previous position over her lap to this position after giving me a thorough spanking of several hundred swats with various paddles and straps alternating with caresses from her soft hands whenever I started to buck too much for her to hold onto me. Then when I'd relaxed and melted back down over her lap, she'd started in again with a different paddle or strap until my ass was a stinging, flaming, bright crimson. She had placed a couple of nipple clamps on my now awakened and sensitive nipples before having me lie across the towel covered pillows.

As she pushed the head of the realistic dildo into me she said, "You know, you ought to get Jim to do this."

I hissed in momentary pain that immediately blossomed into exquisite pleasure as the dildo slid past my prostate and was slowly but firmly buried deep into my ass. Lightning bolts of pleasure ran between my nipples and my groin.

"What?" I moaned. "Why would I do that?" I was too distracted by the wonderful feelings that had been set off when the pleasure went into overdrive as she withdrew the dong and thrust it firmly back into my bowels.

"AH, AH, AH, Ahhh." I cried in response to her double stroking, one hand driving the dildo, the other gripping my hard dick in a tight slippery grip.

She paused and I groaned again.

"Well, I enjoy giving you pleasure this way, but Jim would get some real sexual pleasure out of it instead of just the more cerebral enjoyment I get from making you feel good. And I've already told you I wouldn't be jealous of you playing with a man the way I would if you ever screwed around with a woman. I know you'd never run off with a man."

I wished she'd just drop this subject and let me concentrate on what she was doing! Selfish? Hell yeah! But this wasn't the time to try to make me follow a conversation! Especially one like this!

"And I've told you, I'm not interested in men that way!" I nearly yelled.

"Well, I'll bet he would enjoy it."

"Not now, for god's sake! I can't think with what you are doing! Please!"

She giggled. "Please what?" She pushed the dong back in but instead of pulling it back, she left it buried deep and unmoving.

"Please get on with it and fuck me! Please, please!

"Oh, OK." She started sawing that length of rubber into and out of me and she renewed her stroking with the other hand. Bolts of joy shot from deep within me to all parts of my body. My toes curled tight. All thought vanished and I started moaning uncontrollably, trembling from head to toe. "Oh god! Oh god! OhgodohgodohgodohgodohgodOHGOD... AAAHHHHHHHhhhhhh!" I thrust against the penetrant pleasure as I came thunderously in giant spasms from head to toe, blood roaring in my ears and stars and galaxies bursting in my head as blast after blast of gooey semen sprayed out onto her hand and the towel.

She slowed and eased her stroking as my orgasm ground down, finally just holding me firmly in her now doubly slick hand, the dildo buried deep within me. I let out a giant 'whoosh' of breath and collapsed across the pillows.

"You don't think Jim would enjoy that? Of course he wouldn't have to use this dildo." Then softly, "Now that is something I'd really like to see."

She slowly slid the dong out of my ass and then gently released my rapidly softening dick. "Yeah, I'd really like to see that." She repeated.

I just lay there and didn't say anything, too blown away to respond. Besides, what could I say?

Jim and his wife, Celia, are very good friends of Debra's and mine. We had originally met them when we were members of a nudist resort but at that time we had just been acquaintances, just casually socializing with them along with everyone else. Then Debra and I had bought our place out here in the country and between the fact that we had so much privacy that we could run around naked to our heart's content right at home and the need to spend time doing a lot of work around the place to get it to match our mental picture of what it should be, we dropped our resort membership.

We did miss the nude socializing, though. And no, there wasn't any hanky panky at the resort. Most resorts are family affairs, just without the encumbrance of clothing. Overt sexual acts in public areas almost invariably result in involuntarily terminated memberships. Do your own research if you don't believe me.

So, a couple of years later Debra ran into Celia in the small town near our home while they were both grocery shopping. It may seem funny, but it actually took them a few minutes to realize how they knew each other since they had never seen each other in a stitch of clothing. It was good for a mutual laugh. Nudists occasionally do for real get the opportunity to say "Oh, I didn't recognize you with your clothes on!"

It turned out that they had also just recently bought their little slice of country heaven and had also dropped their resort membership for many of the same reasons we had. And to our further mutual amazement, the property they had bought was about half a mile over the river, and through the woods, well, over the small creek actually, or about 2 miles by road from our place. We both had most of our acreage in woods and the properties actually touched each other. They had just as much privacy at their place as we did at ours, part of the reason for our mutual selections.

We had ATVs-they had ATVs. Visits, both through the woods by ATV after some judicious trailblazing and by road in cars were a foregone conclusion. Come as you really are dinners with soaks in our hot tub or their hot tub were also inevitable. Nudists appreciate hot tubs for socialization at a much higher percentage than the general textile population, and you'll have to trust me on this, but you'd be amazed at how quickly nude becomes normal and non-erotic. 

Guys, you'll just have to take my word for it, erections are exceedingly rare at nude resorts. By the time you get over being too nervous to raise the flag pole on the first visit, skin is no big deal and the pole is content to just remain supine. Don't expect to see supermodel bodies, either. Take a look around your local grocery store and imagine the customers and staff nude and that would be a good cross section of what to expect. Ages tend to be slightly older than the general population simply because it takes most people a while to mature enough to say, "To hell with it; I don't give a tinker's damn what Miss. Grundy thinks!" and actually try it. But there are enough exceptions to keep things interesting.

Usually the guy talks the woman into trying it for a lark, but he would likely become bored with it in a year or two when it doesn't match his pre trip fantasies. But it turns out to be a really huge revelation to the woman, a place where she can with absolutely perfect safety go and run naked in a public setting with no risk of unwanted advances. Emancipating!

There is swimming, hot tubbing, hiking, volleyball, horseshoes, lawn bowling, softball, boating, fishing, camping, pot luck dinners, and even church services and live concerts depending on the particular resort and all without any more of a wardrobe than a towel to sit upon. Some even have libraries, though ours didn't have more than a couple of shelves for book exchange. 

So it usually turns out to be the woman who keeps them going back. Most resorts insist on a reasonable gender balance or the women would not feel comfortable enough to stay because the place would be inundated with single males, so married or otherwise established heterosexual couples tend to be the rule at most resorts.

But I digress. Enough with the education. Back to our tale.

So Jim and Celia and Debra and I became close friends rather than mere acquaintances. In fact we really hit it off. Jim has a great sense of humor and is fun to be around and he and I often help each other with various projects around our respective properties while Deb and Celia do their own things or help us as needed. Jim and I also go fishing and camping together on occasion, sometimes in the mountains or at the coast and sometimes travelling no further than the creek in the woods between our houses to set up tents and build a fire. The women occasionally join us on these outings but prefer to sleep with real walls between them and the wildlife.

Dinners and cook outs at one place or the other are common events. We occasionally visit some nudist resort or other together, too. Clothing is entirely dictated by weather, safety, or textile social convention and is entirely optional at either of our places. We mostly don't bother with it, though we also do some things away from home or resort where convention does require clothing.

I know some of you are wondering, so yes, Celia is a very attractive woman and if we hadn't been married to our respective spouses, I would never have skipped an opportunity to bed her. But it really isn't any different in kind or degree from socializing entirely in normal clothing, though I don't have to wonder what she looks like under her clothes. Just the usual idle thoughts any guy has when evaluating a woman. Actually some clothing is more provocative or erotic than none. It is human nature to want a peek at what you can't see, but when you can see it all, the mystery is gone.

But enough of that. I'll just say Celia is brunette, pretty but not a knock out, slightly plump, zaftig, I'd call it, you know, plump in just the right places and amounts; you'd never under any circumstances mistake her for a boy. She doesn't feel the need to shave her pubic hair, has a zillion volt smile, and a wonderful sense of humor. One slightly unusual thing; her inner lips always protrude through the outer ones. 

Caught you looking, didn't I?

Celia doesn't come close to Debra in the beauty department in my opinion, but I admit that I may be prejudiced. Deb is a coppery redhead with nicely shaped B cup breasts, considerably smaller than Celia's, but she has an ass that is positively heart stopping. Mmm. Highly kissable! Her natural scent causes me to drop one wing and run in tiny circles, crowing all the while. Catching a whiff of her natural scent during hot sweaty sex sends zingers from my nose straight to my crotch. Her scent isn't strong and it tends to be fleeting, only noticeable when she is excited, nervous or hot and it doesn't hang around long, but boy is it wonderful, sort of peppery and completely erotic! Other men notice the scent, too. I've witnessed it for myself so I know it's not just me. It is hilarious to watch a man try to position himself where her scent drifts toward him and breathe deeply once he's gotten a whiff! I understand the need completely. Needless to say, I asked her not to use antiperspirants and she mostly doesn't. She never, ever uses fragrances, doesn't need to. If I was a chemist and could capture and reproduce it, I'd be a billionaire.

Since her hair is red I talked her into leaving her armpits unshaved. It isn't very long or thick there and its paler color in that location tends not to make it highly visible but; oh...does it hold in that wonderful scent and make me snort and paw the ground! She doesn't shave the red carpet either. Why would any redhead want to shave it? It is the first thing a horny guy wonders about them. Is it red all over? You betcha! She has a bit of an exhibitionistic streak, too. She doesn't trim it much so when she is in an ordinary bathing suit little sprigs of curly reds sometimes escape out the sides. They sparkle in the sun, too. I'm quite sure she has caused more than one hardon when we are at non-nude beaches. She clearly understands the advantages of being a redhead. Oh, and she has green eyes, too. And when she smiles it is like the warm sun coming out on a cool cloudy day.

But none of that bears on our story, either. So let's try to get back to it, again. All that nudity without any sex. So let's get to some sex, already. 

Ok, neither Debra nor I are very vanilla in our sex lives. We've experimented with lots of the kinkier aspects of sex in our relationship. We've tried the usual things most married couples eventually get to and some less usual things as well. I won't go through the list so I don't wander too far off the tale again except to say that one thing I made certain of before our relationship went too far was that Debra knew I liked to be spanked. 

Deb wasn't really into it at the time and doesn't want to be spanked, but has always been quite willing to spank me when I want it. 

She had even discovered an enhancement for me. Near the end of one of our all day multiple spanking sessions, way back not too long after we'd gotten together and after we had done spanky play enough times that we were both comfortable with playing, Deb had introduced a new twist. After getting my ass positively blazing and applying some nipple clamps, she lubed up her fingers and slid them into my ass to massage my prostate and ended it with a well lubed handjob that totally blew me away. I was a babbling idiot! I still remember it as the biggest, best orgasm I have ever had. 

So we started playing with butt plugs. 

That led to a strap on. She wasn't interested in having plugs or dildos in her behind but we had other toys I used on her. We usually did a spanking session once a month or so but on no particular schedule. I'd just let her know I was in the mood and she'd happily oblige me. Sometimes we'd use a butt plug, sometimes a dildo, sometimes a strap-on and sometimes we'd just screw our brains out afterwards. There was no set scenario.

Sometimes it would be one spanking session. Other times it was all day foreplay, where she would stop and spank and tease me for a few minutes several times during the day while we were actually mostly concentrating on doing other tasks. Then when all the other stuff was done, we'd have a very happy ending of one sort or another.

I should perhaps also mention that one time she asked me to wear some naughty black lingerie, garter belt, seamed stockings, black bra and panties for my spanking and, though I'd had some reservations, I had done it. She had worn a similar outfit, and we had cuddled and pretended that I was a woman while I went down on her between bun warming trips across her lap.

I had such a deliciously naughty good time that I'd initiated wearing it on a couple of other occasions. We had pretended that she had caught me playing in her underwear drawer and made me put it on and then spanked me on one occasion and on the other that she had come home and caught me wearing it and spanked me and fucked me with the strap-on. Great fun! While I was still wearing it after I'd come, I had buried my nose in her red carpet and licked and sucked her to so many orgasms that she'd finally pushed me away and just fallen asleep, exhausted.

Our sex life was good, fun, and uninhibited. We'd never really discussed sex with Jim and Celia, though. Nudists as a general rule don't, probably because they can't hide behind their clothes.

So, where were we? Oh, right. Deb had just told me she'd like to see Jim spank me and fuck my heterosexual ass while she was pulling a dildo out of me after an amazing orgasm.

So, to back up just a bit from that, while Debra had me over her lap with my tail shining redly but before she had the fingers and the dildo in my ass or mentioned wanting to watch Jim do absofuckinglutely gay things to me, she told me she had gotten together earlier in the day with Celia for wine and a hot tub soak while Jim and I were doing some pre-winter maintenance on the ATVs and our lawnmowers. 

Debra had noticed that Celia's bottom was red and mottled. She asked Celia about it and Celia had gigglingly admitted that Jim had spanked her not too long before Debra had come over. Debra then found out that Jim liked to spank Celia and fuck her ass from behind, bumping against her well reddened buns. Celia didn't mind letting him do it but, beyond the enjoyment he got from it, didn't otherwise care much for it. She wasn't really into spanking and while anal sex was fun and OK with her, it didn't make her see stars or anything.

So that brings us up to date with Debra telling me that I should get Jim to spank and fuck me. Fat chance!

After that, nothing more had been said until a few weeks later when I suggested that Debra should find an excuse to turn me over her knee. During the spanking that ensued, she took the opportunity to remind me of Jim's predilection for spanking and suggested again that I should get him to spank me. She also reminded me that while she would kill me if she ever caught me screwing around with a woman, it wouldn't bother her in the least if I played with men because she knew I wouldn't ever leave her for a man. She reiterated that she would love to see it and hinted without saying so directly that she thought Celia might like to see it, too.

So, of course I told her I would never leave her for anyone at all and reminded her that I was not the least bit sexually interested in men. But I'll admit that I had been looking at Jim in a slightly different light and that the knowledge had aroused a bump of curiosity. I'd have loved to see him spank and screw Celia's backside! But I never said anything to Jim to let him know that I knew he occasionally spanked and assfucked her. Our friendship remained unchanged.

Debra didn't mention anything about it over the next three or four months, even though we did do four or five spanking sessions ourselves.

Lest this give you the idea that spanking was a big part of our sex lives, I should mention that we generally had sex two to four times a week, and occasionally more. Varied sex, too. She liked to be tied up and ravished-I'd blindfold her and cut her clothing off. Her old clothing never got thrown away, just destroyed. I loved, dearly loved, to eat her out. Hot oil massages, hot tub sex (gotta do that up on the edge and before I get too warmed up to be able to perform, though), sex under the stars, or even the closest star, the one named Sol, at high noon for that matter. Our favorite time has always been afternoon delight and outdoor sex is good!

But then once again during a spanking session she said that poor Celia's bottom was getting a lot of wear and suggested that I should offer to stand in for her sometime.

I reminded her yet agaaiiinnnn that I wasn't sexually interested in Jim or any other man. She told me she couldn't see where it would make any difference since I would be face down across the lap for the spanking and couldn't see who was doing it or the difference in her using a strap-on vs. Jim using his natural equipment from behind where, again, I wouldn't see who it was. I made no further comment. I know when I can't win.

OK, so I admit that I secretly thought about it and wasn't totally turned off by the idea. I might have even fantasized a little bit about it during our next couple of spanking sessions, which I initiated within that same month, sooner and more often than is usual. But she didn't mention it again. I did ask her to use the strap-on, though. I usually leave the choice of endings to her discretion since I'm just happy that she is willing to do it, but these times I wanted to think about it and secretly try to work out in my head whether it might work, hence the strap-on. But I didn't mention that and I finally decided I just wasn't interested enough to make it worth the risks to our friendship. Sex was good with Debra and guys just didn't interest me, so why bother.




Surprise Encounter Ch. 01



Then one day she offered a spanking out of the blue, something that had never happened before...I'd always had to ask. I should have suspected that something was up! Once I was across her lap she had given me a good warm up session, spanking me thoroughly and well using her hand and the light ruler I especially like for the warm-up. Then, after a rest while she softly caressed my barely warm buns most sensuously, she started in a bit heavier than she usually did at this point, until she had me squirming and trying to buck off her lap. Hard spanking, Whew! Normally I can take a lot, but it takes some time to work up to it. This time she just went for it right out of the gate. Owwwwch!

She stopped and started the soft wonderful caresses again, this time going deep into the crack and teasing without actually touching my sensitive anus. As she teased but denied the pleasure of an actual touch she said that Celia also had a hot bottom today and had complained that Jim had spanked her a bit harder and longer than she wished. She grabbed my free hand, pulling it behind my back, and leaned onto me and said "I'm going to do the same for you."

OK, fine with me. She usually let me, or rather my squirming, dictate the spanking and though I often asked her to push my limits a bit harder, she was always a bit leery of really hurting me despite my reminders that she couldn't really harm me with the toys we used. I don't care for thick heavy, thudding, bruising paddles so we don't have any-ours are all of the thin, light variety or are leather toys. Consequently, though I often could still feel the tingle as much as a couple of days later, there was seldom anything visible after more than a few hours. Don't get me wrong, the spankings were always hot and made me horny as hell, but I definitely wouldn't consider them any kind of punishment, even the ones that were ostensibly supposed to be. 

Not this time, though! She really lit in going straight to the paddles that that were usually only used after I was well and very thoroughly warmed up and the endorphins were flowing. She held on to me while I bucked and begged her to stop, but continued on long beyond what I found the slightest bit erotic. She quoted my words back to me, "They can't really harm you, you know", as she applied smack after stinging smack to what I thought must be my definitely blistered behind.

She finally pushed me off her lap and said, "There, is that what you've been wanting me to do?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so. But you might have warned me."

"What do you mean? I did warn you that I was going to give you a spanking, didn't I?"

"Umm...yeah. Ouch! I guess you did."

She got up and spread a towel over the bed and told me to lie face down on it as she pulled a bottle of lotion out of the nightstand.

I did a graceful belly flop onto the bed as I heard her snap the cap and squirt a healthy dollop of the lotion out of the bottle. Her hands were cool and soft on my burning buns as she started working the lotion over the reddened areas of my butt and upper thighs. I sighed and melted into the mattress. Finally she added more lotion and started working her fingers into the crack of my ass. I thrust it back and opened my legs a bit to give her more access and she took advantage of that, teasing the little pucker without actually trying to enter it. Finally I raised my butt higher to give her a hint but she stingingly slapped my lotion slicked butt and said "Raise up some more so I can get a pillow under you." 

I got to my knees and she picked up the towel, put a pillow down and put the towel back down across it before giving me a push forwards, causing me to fall over it.

She applied more lotion to my butt, squeezing a dollop straight from the bottle onto my ready anus. But she didn't touch it. She just started rubbing lotion all over my ass cheeks and upper thighs again, finally working a hand down past my balls and under me. She caressed my steel hard erection while I humped her hand as hard as I could, seeking my release. The spanking that had been considerably less than fun a few minutes ago now had my whole body a bundle, a veritable powerhouse, of sexual electricity.

She pulled my dick downward between my legs and pushed me back onto my stomach, caressing me slowly, oh so slowly with her lotion slick hand. The other thumb probed and then slid effortlessly into me. I thrust back at her, trying to get more, more! She withdrew the thumb and slid, first two, then three fingers deep into me, gently stretching me. She withdrew them almost entirely and added the last finger as she slid it back in. I heard someone moaning and realized it was me. I found I couldn't stop. 

Curving her fingers down she alternately massaged my prostate and pushed her hand in to firmly stretch me all the while she slowly, too slowly, stroked my frantic cock.

"Ohhh...Please." I begged.

She bent down and said, "You really should get Jim to do this and give poor Celia's ass a rest. You know you want to feel Jim's cock doing this," as she slowly and deliberately stroked my prostate just a bit more firmly and pushed me over the edge of the orgasmic precipice. She kept up the massage as my body tried to ejaculate itself inside out through my spasming dick while she said softly, "Can't you just feel Jim's cock doing this to you?"

Damnit, that wasn't fair! She was absolutely right. I was curious to know what it would feel like to have Jim's dick in my ass! But I'm not gay, I love pussy. I don't fantasize about guys. Well, except for Jim's dick in my ass sometimes, apparently. Luckily I was too blown away by the orgasm I'd just experienced to have to try to sort this out verbally or even mentally for that matter.

Deb got up and went to the bathroom to wash her hands while I slowly tried to gather my shattered wits. My breathing was almost back to normal when she returned with a warm, wet towel and started gently cleaning the excess lotion off of me.

When she was done she lightly smacked my butt and said, "Well?"

"Well, what?" I mumbled, knowing and fearing the answer.

"Well, what about Jim? Don't try to deny you'd like to try it; I know better."

"Look, there is no way I'm going to risk our friendship by propositioning Jim. I'm not changing preferences and a little curiosity just isn't worth it. I really doubt Celia would be happy about it even if it did save her butt a bit, either." I said firmly, dismissing the subject from conversation. Dismissing it from conversation, but not from my mind.

Debra sighed and mumbled that she really doubted Celia would be upset, but did let it drop though I could tell by now that it would come up again. And again. Damn!

She did let it rest for the next couple of months while I, to my complete mortification, found myself fantasizing about it much more than I liked. I refrained from asking for a spanking because I just didn't want to deal with the subject again. So call me chicken. Cluck! cluck! cluck! There were some times I would've loved a tail warming, too. I just wasn't ready to deal with that subject again. 

At least our love life continued unabated. The most noteworthy event was an outdoor session on the rocks at the edge of a pool at the bottom of a waterfall in a nearby state park on a slightly cool but sunny weekday very, very early in the spring. The sun was beaming into this pocket at the bottom of the falls and the spot was screened from the light breeze by being in a ravine and screened from three sides. The fourth side, where the stream ran out was screened by trees and thick underbrush so, though the air was a bit cool the sun was warm enough to more than make up for it. 

We were just finishing up when I discovered that a guy had been watching us from the other side of the creek at the top of the falls, just his head sticking out over the rock lip about 25 feet up where he could look down on us. We wouldn't have known he was there, except that I caught the movement of his head silhouetted against the blue sky while Debra was sitting on my face getting me to clean her up after we had made love, so her panties wouldn't be a drippy mess on the way home. 

I tapped her and signaled for her to lift and let me speak and told her he was there but couldn't get to us. So she sat back down and rode my face until I had finished cleaning our mixed juices out of her and she'd had another orgasm before she got up to get dressed. I guess he really got a show!

Well, it would take him much longer to work his way back across the creek and out than it would for us to get back to the car and be gone. We dressed and I waved at him across the stream as we climbed out of the ravine but he didn't wave back. I was a bit miffed about that-I thought we deserved a round of applause! We laughed like naughty school children and Debra's nipples stayed tight and crinkly all the way home. Clothing was strewn from the car to the entrance and we were screwing like rabbits again on the carpet just inside the still open door!

But before this though, one Monday a couple of weeks after the big spanking and our non-discussion of Jim, and well...me, Debra came home and announced that in order to get some CEUs for her license; she was enrolled in a four day seminar on a subject unrelated to her particular job but in which she was really interested, in a tourist destination city about four road hours away and it would be paid by her employer. We checked my calendar and found that though I'd be off for the final two days, I would not be able to take time off to go on the first or second days because of coverage issues. So we decided I should just skip it since she would be tied up all day and I just didn't want to go sightseeing without her anyway. There were projects around the house that I could do or I could find some way to entertain myself, or whatever. The trip was scheduled for about two months hence. She would ride with a couple of her coworkers who were also going.

Of course during this period we were entertaining and being entertained by Jim and Celia on a regular basis as had become an enjoyable habit over the last couple of years. I casually checked Jim out a bit more than I had before but I didn't admit to myself that I was doing it. We'd never seen each other with erections and until recently, I hadn't even thought about it. Now I wondered how big he would be when he was erect. If it caused me to get hard, it was easy to just let the hot water of the hot tub boil it away. Take it from an owner, sex in a hot tub isn't easy for a man if you've been in there awhile. The heat is sapping and it is difficult to keep enough blood pressure to get the old trouser snake to look any direction but downward, at least at the fever temperatures we preferred to keep our hot tubs.

So as the time for Debra's trip got nearer and I denied my desire for a round of spankings so I wouldn't have to deal with the Jim issues again, I found myself thinking about using some of the alone time to do a long and elaborate self spanking masturbation scenario, something I hadn't done in ages and ages. I took an opportunity one day when we were using some buzzy electric toys as well as my tongue to thoroughly wear Debra out, to completely dump the box of sex toys and review each item as I packed it back up. There was stuff that we hadn't played with for years in there and I wanted to be sure I recalled every item for my upcoming long session of self abuse.

Yeah, I was planning masturbation on an epic scale, hours and hours of self pleasuring.

Finally Deb's departure day came, and after a morning quickie to hold us over until she got back, I drove Debra to meet her ride, kissed her goodbye, gave her an extra long squeeze, reminded her that I loved her very much lest she forget, and sent her off while I headed for work. Oh, by the way, I had noticed while she was packing for the trip that she had gotten her Eroscillator out to take along. Some solitary pleasures were obviously in her future, too. I just quirked an eyebrow at her and when she grinned, I gave her a thumbs up and said, "I have plans, too. We can compare notes in bed when you get back." She was still grinning as we went out the door.

That day at work was the most miserable one I can ever remember. We were two people short due to vacations and I ended up working 14 hrs just to end up even. When I got home Deb and I talked on the phone for a couple of hours and I read her a couple of erotic stories while she put the Eroscillator to its intended purpose. I idly played with myself but was just too tired. Besides, I had decided that I'd rather save it for the next night. I loved hearing her breathing change as she got close to orgasm, though, and her cries when she came. She usually tends to be pretty noisy when she comes, something else about her that I really enjoy. I'm sure there have been some times when we are travelling that her sex music has titillated or scandalized our temporary neighbors. Well, after this orgasm she drowsily said goodnight and we both went to sleep.

At least the next day at work wasn't quite as long, if otherwise little better. Debra and I talked again after I got home but she was out with her co-workers so we kept it fairly short. 

Then I got busy getting stuff ready. First I got out the hot water bottle/enema set and arranged things to give myself a thorough flushing out. Three passes with a couple of quarts each had me well cleaned out. I love the light airy feeling I get after a good enema cleansing, even if the enemas themselves are sometimes a pain in the ass, uh, cramp in the ass, if you know what I mean. But sometimes they can be pretty erotic, too. Just not that night, lots of cramps with these, so I got them over with as quickly as I reasonably could.

Then a shower and shave. Then I got out a butt plug and a couple of dildos, the medium one that Debra had used on me the time she had told me about Jim and Celia's spanking proclivities and which fits in the strap-on harness and one pretty damn big one on a suction cup base. The last time I'd had the big one in it had taken a pretty long time to get it planted, but I remembered the great feeling of stretch and fullness and wanted to try it again. I put them on the bathroom counter because when it neared time for them, I would put them in a sink full of warm water since they are so much easier to insert when warm. Especially that big monster. No way will it go in cold. The Astroglide went on the nightstand beside the bed where it would be convenient. I left the paddles that I would use in the box on the closet floor. I'd take them to the living room later because it would be easier to use them in there over the well padded arm of the sofa and where I could more easily set up the big mirror to watch myself.

Then I got out the garter set I've already mentioned and went and sat in front of the big mirror and started putting the stuff on. I watched myself as I rolled each stocking up my leg, running my hands up from the tip of my toes to the top of the stocking, all the while getting hotter and harder. I clipped them to the garter belt and checked to make sure everything was straight. I put the bra on and stuffed the cups first with socks but then because of the lumpiness, changed it to a couple of pair of Deb's black panties, cupping the bra and positioning it with both hands. I also slid on a pair of sheer black panties. They wouldn't stay on long, but, what the heck, might as well start out with them. I also put on a satiny black half slip, but though I liked the feeling of it swishing against my body, I took it back off because it detracted from the visual effect and it got in the way.

I went back to the bedroom and sat and then lay back on the bed and started running my hands over my body and the lingerie, caressing all my most sensitive spots. The panties quickly became a problem, not being able to contain my erection, so I slid them down around the stocking tops while I stroked the cause of the problem. 

I had been yawning helplessly for the past 45 minutes or so and found myself sinking deeper from sensuousness towards sleep. I started to get up to get some caffeine to get me going, but decided that it would be better and more fun to just go to bed and wake up in the morning still wearing all this slinky stuff. Then I'd have all day to stretch my erotic imagination. I got up to go pee, flipped the lights off and crawled back in bed, pushing the panties down again so I could fall asleep fondling that hard/soft skinned feel good thingie hanging around down there. But I was pretty exhausted from the previous short night and just fell promptly and deeply asleep. If I dreamed, I don't remember it.

Stay tuned for part two, coming to a Literotica near you!



Surprise Encounter Ch. 01



I work my fingers in and out, as my thumb begins to ride over the top of that bundle of nerves with each stroke. Her breathing quickens and she begins thrusting up to meet every stroke of my digits. 

I raise my head from her breasts to find her lips. Her arm reaches around my neck, pulling my head to hers with urgency. I feel the need in her lips as they crush passionately against mine, as she turns her body into mine and pushes her hard nipples into my chest. I can almost feel them aching through my shirt.

I continue to thrust my fingers into her now almost drenching wet pussy and my thumb continues its ministrations on her clitoris as well. In the passion of our kiss our tongues, as before, lock in combat for possession of the other's mouth. Now her hand reaches down…. 

Angeleyes --… to the front of your pants, feeling your hardness under the material. Now, wanting to see your hardness, I unzip your pants...to find that you are also not wearing underwear. As your pants open, your hard cock almost jumps out into my waiting hand. Before me is the thickest, largest penis I have ever seen...except in the occasional porn movies I have watched. Stroking it gently with my hand, all I can think about is how soft it feels, the skin is so smooth against my hand. I can only imagine how it would feel to have it buried deep inside me. I can feel myself getting more and more excited at the prospect of what we are about to do. Then, I have this sudden urge grow inside me...I must find out how it tastes and how it would feel to suck a cock this large and hard. I bend over......

Saber6 --... and she tries to take me into her mouth. Our position does not allow this transition to happen easily, so I pull my hand free with one last wiggle of my thumb across her hard clitoris, inducing a low deep guttural moan. Than I stand up, my pants falling to the floor.

As I kick them free she takes a good grasp of my cock and pulls it to her face as she leans forward. The crown is no more than a half inch from her lips. She looks up at me and in the light from the rising moon I see her smile and her eyes twinkle. Looking back down at its head, she strokes it once. As her hand reaches the top, she squeezes and a drop of pre-cum forms.

"Ummmm," she sighs, looking back up at me. "Looks good." And with her eyes still fixed on mine her tongue very slowly reaches out and licks that drop into her mouth. "Ummmmm… I was wrong…" and after a long pause, says, "it tastes wonderful."

I rock my head back in anticipation, knowing or at least hoping for what is going to happen next. I want to take you gently by the head and slide it into your mouth, but know that patience will probably provide greater rewards. When I lower my head I smile back at her and reach down to fondle her breast.

She smiles back, still staring straight into my eyes and strokes up again, squeezing at the top. Without looking your tongue stretches out, finding its reward. "Ummmmm…" again is released from your lips.

"Ohhh…" is all I can moan in response… desiring… wanting… so much more. Still, I wait; knowing, hoping it's coming.

Angeleyes --Still looking into your eyes, I lean a little further, running my tongue over the head of your cock. I can feel the anticipation rise in you. Then I lick my lips and run them over the head of your cock, closing in around it gently, continuing to let my tongue massage the crown. I find the underside of your cock, run my tongue over it with more pressure. I feel your wanting as you let out a louder moan of excitement. With this encouragement, I slowly suck your hardness completely into my mouth, now running my tongue up and down your hard shaft. The sensation in my mouth is incredible...and the taste is as wonderful as I had anticipated it would be. I can feel your throbbing cock inside my wet, hot mouth. I want all of it, every bit that you have to offer. I begin to suck your delicious cock, much to your delight as you hold the back of my head and run your fingers thru my hair.

I apply pressure to the base of your cock with my lips and slowly pull it out of my mouth, all the way to the head. Then I quickly suck it all the way back in. The reaction I get from this indicates to me that you are enjoying what I am doing to you. As the throbbing in your cock increases....

Saber6 -- …I begin breathing harder and find myself close to cumming. She knows exactly what to do, concentrating on the most sensitive area just below the ring at the base of the crown. Your lips move quickly back and forth over that ring, shooting down the length of my shaft every so often. In between each drive down the length your fist runs the distance in time with the movement of your sensual lips.

"Oooh, God. That feels great." I moan. "But, if you don't stop… I'm going to cum."

She pulls her lips away for a second and says with a devilish smile, "Sooo." And goes right back to her sensual labor.

"I think we would… enjoy it more… if I came… somewhere else." I replied, breathing harder giving away just how close I am.

"You mean… you're not enjoying this." she says, looking up quickly and again going right back to what she is doing.

"No, no. Not at all." I babble, trying to recover my misspoken words. "This is fantastic. I just thought you might enjoy me cumming somewhere else."

Looking up again and she pulls her lips off my cock with a little "plop, and says, "Let's…

Angeleyes -- "… get this one done here, then, when it comes time to fuck me, you will be able to last longer … and that's what I want … A nice long hard fuck from this wonderful cock of yours. Now, don't ask questions, let me get back to my task at hand". 

With that said, I once again take your cock into my mouth, working my lips and tongue around the base of the crown. All you can do now is moan in ecstasy, knowing there is no way you can convince me to do anything other than this right now. I can feel your cock pulsating against my tongue, getting harder and harder every time I suck it deep into my mouth. You have your hands in my hair, gently holding my head to your pubic area as it bobs back and forth, with your cock going in and out of my mouth. I can feel your cock tighten and become much harder. 

"I'm going to cum...yes....going......to .....cummmmmmm" I hear you almost scream just as I feel your cock begin to explode into my throat. "YESSSSSSSS....OH FUCKKKK......... YESSSSSSSSS......CUMMMMMMINGGGGG SOOOOO FUCKING HARD". 

You continue to shoot all your hot creamy cum down my throat and into my mouth. I am trying to swallow it all but I am having trouble swallowing fast enough. I have never seen this much cum at one time...some of it dribbles out of my mouth and down my chin and drips onto my breasts. I continue lightly sucking your cock until I'm sure I have gotten all of it. 

I then remove your softening cock from my mouth, stand up and kiss you, open mouthed, with my tongue shooting deep into your mouth. Much to your surprise, I haven't swallowed all your cum and I am now sharing the remainder of it with you, forcing it into your mouth. 

Much to my surprise, you love it, and proceed to kiss me deeper, wanting all of it. Then you lick all you can off my face and chin, then all of it that has dripped onto my tits.

Saber6 -- "MMMMM...that feels so........ sooo good. I love to have my tits sucked on." She says as I kneel in front of her and pay homage to those mounds of firm flesh before me. I loved the taste and feel of the syrup that came from her tongue and that I have cleaned up from her chin and breasts. Now I know why some women just love to give head.

I want to fuck you so badly, but have not yet recovered from your wonderful mouth work. Wow! what a blow job, I think to myself. How can I ever repay her if I can't get it up again. Fortunately, she seems to realize my plight. Apparently, she needs my hard cock as much as I need to give it to her and she isn't shy about doing whatever is necessary to meet that end. She grabs the back of my head and pulls it tight to her breast as I continue to suck, saying, "That's it baby…. Suck my tittie…. Suck it hard…. Suck as much as you can into your mouth."

With this encouragement I renew my efforts to give her exactly what she wants. She pulls my head over to her other breast. "Give my other tit the same treatment, babe. That's it, suck it sweetie!…. Suck it hard!… That's it… just the way I like it… hard and long! The same way I like my cocks." She entreats.

Letting go of my head with one hand she reaches down between our bellies and finds my still flaccid cock. She grabs it softly and pulls it up. "Not quite ready yet, eh." She observes. "But, I guess I really sucked everything I could out of it. Didn't I."

Letting go of the nipple that I am sucking between my lips and flicking with my tongue, I quickly reply, "You sure did. That was the best blow job I ever had." And I return to continue sucking her breasts.

"Go on." She says mockingly, "You probably say that to all the girls. Just so they will come back and do it again."

"No, no!" I exclaim, letting go again. "That is truly the best I ever had… and I have paid good money for pros, hoping to get only half as much."

"Maybe I should go into business."

You'd make a fortune." I mumble around her hard nipple.

I suck quietly and listen to her moaning and I try to give that breast all that I can. Moaning almost under her breath, she rocks my head back and forth, while her hand slowly strokes my flaccid, but lengthening shaft. Wrapping her fingers around it she pulls it slightly towards her and places her thumb against that spot just below the crown and along that ridge that runs its length. She rolls her thumb over that small magic spot and my appendage jumps slightly. "Ahh… It's beginning to come back to life." She declares. "Pretty soon you will be able to just fuck the living hell out of me."

You know, I'm going to try." I promise.

"I'm counting on it." She croons, still rubbing that sensitive spot, causing it to jerk more often.

"Would you like me to go down on you for a little while?" I ask tentatively.

"What made you think you had to ask." she replies more as a statement than a question. "I've been waiting… hoping, you would get down to eating my pussy here pretty quick…. Oh, yes!… You can go down on me." 

With that said, I immediately lower my head from her breasts down along her tummy and in between her legs. Unfortunately, the move pulls my cock out of her grip, but there's no avoiding that. My tongue laps along the skin just outside the edge of her pussy lips, drawing a line down along one side and then up the other. However, she is too impatient to withstand this teasing and grabs the back of my head…. 

Angeleyes -- With my hands on the back of your head, I direct your tongue to my hot, throbbing clit.....a clit that is longing to feel your touch. As your tongue reaches my most sensitive of spots, I can feel a jolt of electricity course thru my body. It feels wonderful as you flick your tongue against it, grinding it against my clit, licking up and down. I moan with pleasure as you continue this treatment. 

Then, to my delight, you reach up and place first one finger, then two, inside my already very wet pussy, fucking me with your fingers, rubbing them against my g-spot which you find with ease. "OH MY GOD! Bill, this feels soooooo fucking good....don't ever stop" I moan loudly, grinding my pussy all over your mouth. 

You notice my rapid, irregular breathing as you continue licking, flicking , and sucking on my clit. All this is getting too much for me, it feels too good, as I suddenly arch my back, pushing my pussy into your face tightly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk....I'm cummmmmming....yesssssssss oh yeah Bill"......I almost scream as my body is writhing in ecstasy. 

The louder I scream and the more I writhe, the harder you lick and suck on my pussy until I can't take any more of this overwhelming sensation and I am forced to pull away from your face. "I need to be fucked...now....good and hard" I cry as I pull away. "I need to feel your hard cock in me now"........

Saber6 -- I can't believe my ears, nor the sensations of her orgasm. I've never been with a woman so hot, so in need, who wants me of all people, so wantonly. Without hesitation I reach up and pull a latch on the back of seat as I pull away from her. Ungracefully, the seat folds out into a bench and she tumbles onto her side. 

We move frantically up onto the cushions – she lies on her back and I move on my hands and knees above her. I look down between her widely spread legs. The moon has risen high enough that her white skins glows with its reflection. I cannot resist the temptation to bend down and eat some more. Just as my lips touch her hot, wet, throbbing lips of love, she grab my head and scream, "No! Nooo! I can't take anymore of that! Fuck me! Please fuck me hard!"

Again, I can hardly believe my ears. We haven't been together much more than an hour and she is so damn hot, so much in need of me. I wonder if I have made her this hot. I hope it is me that has made her like this. I want it to be my doing, but I don't ponder these thoughts too long. Instead I resign to her desires, crawling up across her body as she pulls my head to her mouth. 

As soon as our lips join in what turns into a frantic, passionate kiss; one hand pulling my head tighter to hers, her other hand reaches down and grabs my cock. She strokes it once, then pulls its head between her legs and inserts the tip into her hot, wet cunt. I lung forward hard, mashing her hand between our thighs as my whole length plunges easily into her hot, tight love canal. She responds with a deep guttural moan – I take as a sign of her satisfaction - and even more passion in her kiss, her tongue reaching deep into my mouth – proves her satisfaction.

I lunge harder and harder into her pussy as she thrusts her pelvis up to meet every attack. I feel my balls slapping against her ass as we moan into each others mouths. Her muscles squeeze around my cock, almost as if it were sucking my thrusting wand deeper into her pussy and it's incredible. I moan my satisfaction over and over again. 

Reaching above her shoulders I find the edge of the seat. Using that as leverage I insure that every stoke rubs hard against her clit. Pulling my body tight against hers I lung deeper and deeper with each stroke. I lie over the top of her trying to get every possible square inch of my skin against hers. My chest rolls over her breasts, pushing them into her chest. Our tummies move in unison with our mating. My lips and tongue kiss her as deeply and passionately as I know how and she returns the same, until suddenly she breaks the kiss and gasps.

A deep guttural moan escapes as she thrusts her hips lifting them and me off the seat. She moans and groans with each breath as apparently another orgasm takes over her body. "Ooohh!... Ooohh!... Ooohh!..." I hear over and over again as I thrust into her with renewed vigor, trying to give her as much pleasure as I possibly can. Her own thrusting becomes more awkward and less controlled. She gasps as she rolls her head from side to side.

Rising up on my arms I look down upon her in awe as the contortions on her face change in response to every spasm that rocks through her body. Her breasts roll and shake in time with my thrusts. Slowly she catches her breath and she's able to articulate her needs a little clearer. "Ooohh!... Ooohh!... Ooohh, yes!... Fuck me!... Baby!... I'm so fucking hot!... Oh yes!... Fuck my pussy!... Fuck it hard!... Harder, baby!... Harder!..."

I lower my head a little allowing my lips to find the hard nipples on her breasts. I suck them in and then lick the hard nubs with my tongue. She gasps and thrusts up towards me with even more force. "Umm… You like that." I coo.

Without answering she reaches down cupping the lower side of her breast and pulls it up higher. With her other hand she pulls at the back of my head forcing it down harder on her breast. I continue to thrust into her as hard and as fast as I can, while sucking in as much of her breast as my mouth can hold. She is just so incredibly hot, wantonly fucking me and forcing me to suck on her breast.

Her breath quickens, then stops and returns in ragged gasps as yet another orgasm races through her body. She thrusts up uncontrollably and no longer in rhythm with my thrusting. Her hands leave my head and grip the sides of the cushions. The muscles in her cunt squeeze down and suck on my cock as each spasm hits bottom. In between gasps she moans, groans and cries out with, "Ah, ah… oh, ah… Ahh… Ahh… Ahhhhhh… Oh yes!... Ah, ah… Ahhhhh… Aahhhhhhhhh!... Aughhhhhhhhhh!... Yes!... Oh, fuck me!... Ah, ah… Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!" over and over again.

Slowly her breathing becomes more controlled, but this orgasm lasted much longer the first one. Rising up on my arms over her, continuing to thrust, I look down as she opens her eyes with a wow expression on her face, saying, "Fuck me, babe…. Fill me with your cum…. Cum on, cum on, fuck me…. I want to feel your cum bursting in me…."

With that encouragement I lower myself down on her again and grip the cushion above her head to thrust with even more vigor than before. I thrust and thrust, again and again. My cock slams deep into her pussy, until our pelvises crash together forcing the end of my cock to spear up into the roof of her hot cunt. Each time she moans louder. Each time she thrusts herself up into me harder. Each time I hear her breath being forced from herr lungs.

We continue on like that for at least another five minutes. For some reason I am not getting any closer to cumming, but it really feels great. She moans and extorts me on with cries begging me to cum, until once again her breathing goes ragged and she thrusts up one last very hard time. Letting out a deep, loud, guttural moan her cunt muscles begin their wonderful squeezing on my cock. With renewed force I thrust even faster. The combination of the tip of cock hitting the roof of her cunt and the squeezing of her muscles around its shaft, finally are enough to entice my heavily ladden balls to finally release there love juices.

I feel the contraction at that point deep at the base of my balls almost back to my ass hole. It squeezes once, the second spasm centers at my balls, the third at the base of my cock and with the fourth spasm the first large spurt of cum bursts out of its mouth and against the entrance to her womb. I thrust and moan, no longer aware of her orgasm, only hearing and feeling my own as I thrust and spasm uncontrollably into her quivering pussy. Gob after gob of rich, hot love cream blasts repeatedly into her sultry, spasming cunt. My cock continues to pump while her cunt continues to milk, pulling every last drop from deep out of my balls.

As the spasms diminish I collapse upon he breathing rapidly, still caught up in the euphoria of my best orgasm ever. I am virtually panting, hyperventilating almost to the point of blacking out. I hear her calming voice coming through the mists in my brain, "Calm down. Take a deep breath. Deep breaths. Are you Ok?"

"Yes, yes." I stammer. "I nearly passed out."

"I know. You were hyperventilating. Breath deep."

I take a deep breath and then another. The fuzziness around the periphery of my vision begins to clear. My head is on the cushion next to hers as I turn towards her. She smiles and I say, "Wow, was that ever great."

Angeleyes --"I know. I've never had a man cum like that before."

We lay there together, you on top with your cock still in me as it loses some of it's hardness and begins to relax. Your breathing has slowed back down to normal and your heart isn't beating quite so hard against my breast. 




Surprise Encounter Ch. 01



"That was so amazing, I have never had a guy cum that hard with me. I loved it" I exclaim as you continue to regain some composure and control of your emotions. You lean up a little and begin kissing me, gently at first, then with increased passion; a deep kiss with probing tongues, as if we just can't get enough of each other. 

You finally break the kiss and say to me.. "I best get down there and clean up my mess". Then, to my utter amazement and delight, you slide down my body, kissing various body parts on your way down, you begin to clean up what you had left behind. 

You start licking my clit first, rubbing your tongue all over it which immediately elicits a moan from my lips. I can't believe how wonderful that feels, having your tongue probing my pussy, knowing you are licking up all your cum, knowing you are doing something to me that no other guy has ever done. The sensations are incredible, as you keep licking my already over-stimulated pussy and clit. 

Your tongue sends twinges of electricity coursing thru my body. Instinctually, my hips rise to meet your tongue, wanting you deeper into me, reaching deep into the very being of my existence. I can feel the beginning of an orgasm coming on, from deep within me I feel the tightening of the muscles in my pelvic area, the tingling in my legs, the sense of urgency and need in my pussy. 

As you continue to lick, another orgasm arises to the surface and overtakes my body. With ragged breathing, my body starts the jerking and convulsing that tells me an incredible orgasm is in the making. Moaning loudly, I beg you not to stop..."Yes, so good....soo fucking good....cumming so hard...don't stop Bill....yesssssssssss. OH MY GOD!....OH MY GOD!......OH MY GOD!" I keep screaming into the warm night air. The sensations now reach a point of being intolerable, not being able to handle them, I pull away from your mouth. Even though it is the most incredible feeling I have ever had, I can no longer take it. I hate to tell you to stop but I can't let you continue. I slide back on the seat a little and once again, you are lying up with me, kissing me deeply. I can taste the mixture of your cum with mine as we kiss....mmmmmm, nice, very nice. You hold me tightly as we lay there together, in each others arms............

Saber6 -- As we hold each other one of her hands slowly works its way down between us. As it reaches its objective her fingers deftly wrap around my renewed hardness. She gasps, pulling her head away from mine, saying. "Oh my God,… it's still as hard as a rock."

I look into her eyes, responding, "Yeah…. I know…. I took a Viagra just before we left the tavern."

"Ummm…. That means you can fuck me all night, then."

"For as long as you can take it." I boast, not sure I can back up my claim.

"Well then, we might both be embarrassed tomorrow morning when the boats come out."

"Then we'll just have to move into the cabin I guess." I start planning ahead.

She pulls on my cock now, working it towards her pussy, saying, "But we can wait till later to make that move. Right now I want this big, fat thing, deep down inside me like before."

Not waiting for any further invitation, I shift slightly so it slides right up inside her hot, wet pussy; sliding it right in to the hilt. She lets out a gasp and I quickly cover her mouth with mine. My tongue instantly reaches deep inside and fights with hers as we lock in our most passionate kiss yet. Simultaneously I begin thrusting, lowering my hips when I hit bottom so the tip of my cock pushes up into the roof of her vagina, searching for that elusive G-spot. I'm rewarded with ever increasing passion in her kisses as one hand pulls my head tighter to hers and the other hand grabs one of my ass cheeks and just squeezes. At the same time she begins to meet each of my thrusts with thrusts of her own.

We fuck like that for as long as I can keep thrusting. My thighs, side and back feel the strain; I'm not in as good as shape as I was at a younger age. Then I could have thrusted all night long, but would have cum in a minute. Now when I can hold back for almost as long as I want, I don't have the stamina to keep thrusting, at least not at this rate.

Her breathing becomes more and more labored and she moans louder and louder into my mouth. Finally she breaks our kiss, throwing her head back with a loud gasp. Her back arches up hard and remains taut as she lets out a long sigh. At the end she relaxes her back down to the cushion and starts violently raising her hips in uncoordinated thrusts. Her hands cling desperately to my back as she again moans and groans in ecstasy. 

Though sore and aching, her moans encourage me on to thrust even harder into her hot pussy. I can feel it convulsing around my cock, squeezing it with the sensation that resembles being pulled on. I thrust harder and harder, trying to time my thrusts with her erratic, but desperate lunges.

"Augh!... Augh!... Augh!... Ahhhh!... Please!... Fuck!... Meeeee!... Augh!..." you almost scream at the end of each of my hard and probing thrusts, until you finally come down off your orgasmic high. Then in a calmer and more controlled voice you demand, "Fuck me, Bill…. Come on babe, fuck me good…. Fuck me like a whore…. Not for me, babe…. Fuck me for you…. I'm your whore tonight, babe…. Give it too me as hard and fast as you can…. Come on you bastard… fuck the living hell out of me…. Fill me with your hot, wonderful cum." She goes on and on.

In turn, I some how lunge even harder into her soaking wet pussy that just gets wetter and wetter. Suddenly, she stops extolling her insistent encouragements. She stiffens, eyes closed, lips pouting as if she's sucking in a deep breath. Then she once again spasms with erratic thrusts as another orgasm rolls through her quivering body. Again she moans loudly, "Augh!... Augh!.... Ahhhh!.... Ahhhh!..." with each breath timed to my thrusts.

Unable to continue in this position I rise up a little, moving my hands to her upper thighs. I pull her ass up off the cushion as I straighten and rise to my knees careful to remain deep inside her still quivering and sucking pussy. Resting back on my legs I king of pull her up on to my lap and bring her legs up around my arms until her ankles are up on my shoulders. In this position the tip of my hard cock is pointed into the roof of her still throbbing vagina. Leaning forward and simultaneously pulling on her thighs the head of my cock pushes along the length of her cunt's ceiling. 

Slowly at first and then picking up the pace, she gasps several times and then moans, "Ahhhhh, yes!... That feels wonderful…. That feels… 

Angeleyes --… unbelievably wonderful, like nothing I have ever felt before. Your cock fills me up so much, feels so full in me", I exclaim as you continue to thrust your cock deep inside me. "You are reaching places in me that no other cock has ever reached before and I love it when you do that".

You then hold your cock still, deep inside the depths of my cunt, then start doing something I have never felt before. You thrust your cock into me without moving your hips or the rest of your body, just moving your cock ever so slightly deeper but just enough to be continually hitting and massaging my g-spot. The feeling drives me wild, sending little shock waves thru my body. 

I want to thrust my hips back at your cock but, with the way you have me, I am unable to achieve much movement. I can feel myself getting more excited, can feel my pussy tightening up, trying to hold onto your cock, wanting to keep it deep inside me and never let it go. My legs and inner thighs begin to feel tingly, as I feel another orgasm rising up from deep inside me. 

As my breathing gets faster and shallower, you once again start fucking me, moving in and out. "Oh yeah Bill, fuck me...fuck me hard....keep it up.....just like that...OH MY GOD!....I'm going to cum again" I scream into the cool night air. "Yesss.....oh yeah......yeah....OH MY GOD!.....here it cums". By now, the feelings and sensations take over and make my speech unintelligible as I thrust my hips at your cock, wanting it even deeper, even though I know it can't go any deeper because you are already bottomed out. My whole body feels like it is on fire...burning from the wonderful orgasm that is coursing thru it. 

As I start to come down from the high you have again taken me to, I feel as though your cock is growing larger, as your breathing starts to get faster. "I'm going to cum again." you tell me before you start fucking me with renewed enthusiasm. I can feel the throbbing in your cock as my cunt gets hotter and wetter, your stroking gets faster and harder with each thrust...."OH MY GOD!......I'm cumming...I'm cumming....yessssss......ohhhh yessssss". 

With this, you stop stroking, keeping your cock deep inside me as I feel your cock tighten up, become harder, and begin to spurt your hot cum. I can feel it as it shoots into me, the increased wetness, the added warmth of your hot cum as you spray stream after stream deep within me. "Oh yeah baby....that's just what I want from you....all your hot cum.....deep inside me" I whisper to you as you start coming down and stroking slowly and gently, making me feel that much more satisfied........

Saber6 -- Somehow in all this, her legs have come down off my shoulders and we lay taking deep exhaustive breaths in the missionary position. I hold my cock as deep inside her pussy as I can, enjoying the grasping and sucking feeling her cunt walls provide as the last few spasms pass through her body. The sensations cause my cock to involuntarily jerk every so often as if trying to send her another shot of cum. Each time she gasps – hardly audible, from deep down inside.

We lie there for a long time. Slowly my cock turns soft and finally falls out on its own accord. Still we lie there breathing deeply secure in each others arms as if we have been lovers for ever. As my cock slides out across her thigh with quantities of love fluids trailing along, she sighs a sound of regret. I lift my head and face hers. The moonlight reflects radiantly on her face and she smiles. A smile of satisfaction. I lower my head and find her lips. We kiss long, but not with lust, more with passion and thank you satisfaction.

Breaking the kiss, I say, "That was… was… I don't know…"

"Very satisfying?" She suggest.

"Yes, all of that." I concur. "But much, much more. I want to say fantastic… wonderful… tremendous… and it was all of those and much, much more. I just can't find the words to describe it."

"Yes I agree. And I can't wait to do it again." With that she pulls my head back to hers and she kisses me hard. This time with lust and passion. In only a few moments my cock begins to expand against her thigh.

Breaking our kiss, she shouts, "Alright, I guess I'm goin' to get my wish.

"Yeah," I exclaim in surprise. "I guess that Viagra, really does work. But first, I need to go back down on you and clean up our mess."

"Ummm, sounds great," she moans, "but, you don't need to bother with that. Why don't you let me suck on your cock until it's real hard and then you can fuck the hell out of me again."

"Oh, it's not a bother. In fact I love eating a pussy filled with the mix of cum and love juices. But as soon as I've had my fill down between your legs, I'll take you up on that cock sucking. Although I'll probably already be as hard as a rock."

"And why is that?" she asks with a smug little smile on her face.

"Because… hearing your moans as you cum another half dozen times is really going to turn me on."

"Ummm, sounds good to me baby. I guess you better get busy."

I slide down over her tummy my tongue pauses long enough to lick and rub several times over each hard nipple on her breasts, which elicits a soft moan of appreciation from her lips. Her hands gently grasp the side of my head and her fingers course through my hair. Sliding down further my tongue traces a trail from her breasts down to her navel and her hands follow along. They are not demanding, nor are they directing my course, they just follow along seeming to be delighted in being involved.

Pausing at her navel my tongue swirls around several times and her tummy seems to involuntarily spasm. I leave her belly and trail down to her pubic area, letting my tongue draw a line through that crease between her thigh and pelvic - again her tummy quivers. On her thighs I find large quantities of thick, rich love fluids and I moan, this time, as I lick them up. Instantly I'm turned on and in lust I lick as if ravished, moaning and sucking to insure I get every drop.

As I transfer to the other thigh, she says, "How about sharing some of that with me?"

I'm delighted and thrilled. I take a long lick from the middle of her other thigh, sucking in as much of the goo as I can. I lick right up to her pussy. I open my lips above hers and with one bite gather all the cum and love juice I can from the outside lips of he pussy. She arches into my face and moans deeply with satisfaction and thrill.

Without swallowing I crawl back up to her face. I open my mouth above hers and let a few drops cascade from my mouth into hers. She moans and I lower my head and lips to hers. In an open mouth kiss I push all the mix of love juices I can into he mouth with my tongue, jabbing deep into her mouth. Her tongue fights into mine and licks every corner. Again my tongue finds its way into her mouth and she sucks on it greedily.

I return now to her pelvic area. I ravish myself on cleaning the remainder of her other thigh and then start licking around the edges of her pussy. She thrusts her pelvic up every so often and moans almost continuously. I continue to work that area, licking at the exposed edges of her pussy, even after all the mess is cleaned up. I tease and flick my tongue all over those outer edges. She just thrusts and thrusts and moans and moans, until finally those hands that were just along for the ride grab the side of my head and pull it tightly into that hot, wet snatch.

"Oh God!... I can't take anymore teasing!..." you screech. "Just eat me!... Eat my pussy!... Please!"

With urgency, my tongue goes deep into her needy cunt, right into the hole of her vagina. I lick up from there, spreading her inner lips wide apart and gathering all the love juice that resides there, until my tongue rides hard over her hard, little clit. She jerks up hard into my face as well as the sharp sensation streaks through her body. My lower lip follows my tongue gathering all the juices left behind and it to drives hard across that love button. Again her body responds with another spasm and jerk into my face.

I have to pull hard to get my head out of the grasp of her hands, but when I'm free I rush up to her face to give her another mouthful of our love juices. Again we ravenously suck, in a hard licentious kiss, filled with abandonment. When we are able to finally pull apart I return to her pussy and without teases or pausing I begin licking and sucking the whole length of her pussy. I suck in all the quim I can find, not forgetting to constantly return to her clit. Each time I am rewarded with a spasmodic thrust of her hips into my face and a deep rasping moan that is music to my ears, for I know I'm giving her what she desires.

I lick greedily at a frantic pace. I can't get enough of her pussy. So I work down below the entrance to her vagina and into the hard wrinkled area that approaches her rear opening. I am thrilled to find large quantities of thick goo in the area and I drink them in. I go lower and find still more as she raises her hips off the bench allowing me better access. I lick all around her ass whole and when I can't find any more juice, I stab that wrinkled sphincter several times with my tongue. I push my tongue into it hard and harder and harder, until I think I've actually gotten past its defenses. I lung my tongue in as deep as I can, my lips push in around the area as they can be, my nose buried deep into her hot vaginal opening, her hands pull my head even harder into her ass and pussy and her body's now jerking up and down in a fucking rhythm.

"Oh My God!..." She yells. "Oh, Yes!... Suck my ass!... That feels so good!... No one… has ever… done this… to me before!" she continues to pant.

So I curl the edges of my tongue around and thrust it in as deep as I possibly can and pull it out slightly. Again I thrust and pull back slightly, and again, trying to time it with her thrusts into my face. Over and over I thrust it in like that. Her breathing becomes labored and her thrusts irregular and grabbing my head even harder you yell, "Oh my God!... I'm cumming!... Oh. Yes!... Yes!..." followed by moans of unintelligible rapture, as she fucks into my face and pulls my head hard into her ass.

I try to keep thrusting my tongue, but now her thrusts are pulling it out. I try several times to reinsert it and I am only successful once or twice. But then unable to breath I have to wrench my head away to catch a breath. As soon as I do though, her hands pull me back into her wreathing snatch. I find her clitoris and begin sucking on it and lick it. I suck on the little hard morsel and then flick my tongue as quickly as I can across its protruding head. 

She moans and groans and thrusts into my face. Every once in a while I hear an intelligible phrase mixed in with all the unintelligible moans and shrieks, like, "Oh! Yes, baby!.... Eat my pussy!... Suck on my clit!... Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!... I'm cumming again!... Oh my God!... Oh my God!... I'm still cumming!... It just doesn't quit!" Later I hear pleas, "No more!... Fuck me!... Please! Fuck me! I can't take anymore!..." 

But I ignore them and continue to lick and suck, enjoying all the rapture I am providing her. It provides more satisfaction then even cumming, knowing I am taking her to another level, as she continues to yell, moan and thrust into my face wantonly.

She crests and then seems to calm a little, but right away she swings back into it again. Over and over she seems to reach another plateau. After I don't know how many - they came so fast and furious – she pulls on my head like never before. My face is planted into her pussy so hard I can't breath, I can hardly get my tongue out to wiggle it on her clit. She trusts her pelvic mound into my face faster and faster, until suddenly on one last tremendous thrust she halts in mid air and gasps a guttural noise I haven't heard from her before. All though she has stopped thrusting her body shudders apparently in orgasmic bliss.

Still shuddering and breathing rapidly her hips lower to the cushion and the grasp on my head weakens. Finally, I am able to pull free. I raise up out of her pussy, my face must be gleaming with pussy juice spread all over it from her thrusting actions. She opens her eyes slightly and smiles. I crawl up on her. I still feel her body shuddering and I kiss her tenderly. She is not able to give very much back, but I kiss and tongue her with enough passion for both of us, trying to revive her.

After several minutes of this she pushes me away softly and says. "Now, it's your turn. Get that cock up here. I want to suck it and make you cum. Make you cum the way I came when you ate me. And when you tell me to stop, I'm going to keep it up, just like you did to me."

As I stand up off the bench I ask, "Is that to say you didn't like that last orgasm?"

"No, not exactly, but we'll talk about that later. All I want now is this cock." She grasps it and pulls it towards her mouth. Looking up at me with an impish smirk on her face, she adds, "I want to suck on it until you're just a quivering pile of flesh." With that she pulls it into her mouth. Her lips ride slowly over the purple bulbous head and continue down its length until its whole length is deep into her mouth. Her nose is buried in my pubic hair and I can feel her lower lip against my balls. Now it's my turn to moan.




Surprise Encounter Ch. 02



"Daddy, I'm home." 

"Why are you all smiles?" 

"I was with a boy today in school. We are going out on Friday night." 

"You know my rule, Baby Girl. You are only allowed to fuck a boy once." 

"I know daddy, but we didn't fuck. The bell rang as I was sucking his cock." 

"Okay, Baby Girl." 

"So, you need to go out and leave me the house, Daddy." 

"Okay. I will leave but not until I have the cameras on in your room." 

"No, Daddy. This guy is special. He is all mine and I am not sharing this with anyone." 

"Okay. For you, Baby Girl, I will let you have this one." 

"I am serious, Daddy. I will know if you lie to me and set up the cameras." 

"I promise I won't, Baby Girl." 

It is finally Friday and I stand in my room staring into my closet. What should I wear tonight? I want to look sexy but not slutty. Oh, how about this short black skirt with this? No. I know this blue dress would work. I hold the dress up to my naked body, looking at myself in the mirror. I pose but am not happy with what I see. This is not the dress. I keep looking through my closet when I find exactly what I am looking for way in the back. Content with my clothing selection, I go jump into the shower to wash and shave. I want to be nice and smooth for my encounter tonight. 

Freshly shaven and clean, I sit to put on my makeup, just enough to add some subtle color to my eyes, cheeks and lips. I slip on the dress and pose in the mirror. I smile knowing this was the right choice. Since Daddy has left for the night, I give my room one last check for his cameras. Satisfied that there are none in my room, I turn to leave as the door bell rings. 

I run down the stairs, pausing behind the door to catch my breath. I can't believe I am so anxious for a date. This isn't like me but I have never had a boy make me feel this way. I bite my lower lip and smile as I open the door to his wonderful smile. 

"Wow! You look amazing." 

I twirl for him and say, "Thank you. It was just something I had lying around," giggling. 

I twirl around once more to show off the strapless red mini dress. Long enough to not be slutty, but short enough to show off my legs. 

He takes my arm and leads me to the car. I think to myself, what a gentleman he is as he opens and closes my door for me. I reach over to unlock his side for him and he gets into the car. 

"So, where are you taking me tonight?" 

"I was going to take you somewhere I could show off that you were my date, but I changed my mind. We are going to this little Italian place I know." 

"I love Italian." 

The drive was relatively quiet. I caught him taking glimpses of me along the way. He even put his hand on my knee at one point and I could swear I was trembling ever so slightly. This boy had my heart all aflutter. 

We arrive and are shown to our table in the back of the restaurant. He wasn't kidding when he said it was small. There were maybe ten tables all with candles lit in the center. The lights were down low so it gave a nice sense of romance in the air. 

We were in a corner booth which was really nice since it allowed us to sit next to each other. We sat looking over the menu and everything looked wonderful but I wasn't hungry for food. We ordered our food and I put my hand on his knee. Then I start to lightly stroke his thigh, going all the way up until I feel his slightly engorged cock, which I squeeze softly. 

He smiles at me as he places his hand on my thigh. Following suit, he works his way up my thigh and under my dress. He rubs my inner thigh, grazing his hand over my steamy bald and exposed pussy. He turns to look at me with an approving smile now that he knows he has full access to my pussy. 

He takes his middle finger and runs it up and down my slit. I can feel my pussy getting wet with every swipe of his finger. Then all of a sudden he plunges inside my pussy. I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. Then he starts to gently rub circles around my clit. 

Before I can grasp what is going on, our food arrives. He smiles at our waiter then takes his finger from my pussy and licks it clean. I close my eyes as they roll back into my head with an overwhelming sensation of ecstasy. 

We pick at our food when I can't take it anymore and ask him if he wants to get out of here. He nods and signals for the waiter. He whispers something in his ear then turns to me taking my hand as we leave the restaurant. I just give him a look of confusion. When he tells me this is his parents place, I give him a look of surprise and say, "Oh!" 

While driving back to my place, he notices that my nipples are erect. Reaching over, he pinches each nipple before pulling down my dress to expose them to anyone driving by. This adds to my excitement. 

He takes my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it slightly before pinching and pulling it forward. I lean my head back, moaning as I close my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes, noticing that the driver in the car next to us is watching us with wide eyes. I wink and blow him a kiss as I take my breasts in my hands and give them a squeeze. I laugh as he slams on his brakes to avoid hitting the car in front of him. 

Steve just looks over at me and laughs. Then he puts his hand under my dress to caress my pussy which is sopping wet. I slide down in the seat to give him better access as he takes his middle finger and slides it into my slit. I moan as he rubs my clit. 

He begins to finger my slit with one, then two fingers. It feels so good, I have my head back, my eyes are closed, and I didn't notice the car had come to a stop. He fingers me faster and I can feel my orgasm building as my hips move to meet his every move. 

Faster, deeper, and I moan out, "Steve," as I cum on his hand. His rubbing slows down and he removes his hand, looking at the wetness there before he brings his hand to his mouth and licks my juices from his hand. I sit there watching him as I catch my breath. That is when I notice we are parked in my driveway. 

"You ready to go in before the neighbors come over to see what is going on?" 

I nod as I fix my dress. He comes over to my side of the car and opens my door for me, extending his hand to help me out. Taking his hand, I step out of the car smoothing down my dress so that I am covered as we walk into the house. 

In the house I lead him up the stairs to my bedroom. I turn to close the door behind us when he takes me in his arms and kisses me deeply. How I have been waiting for this kiss all night. His lips are soft yet firm on mine. Our lips part so our tongues can explore the other's mouth. I feel his breath on my cheek, hot and seductive. 

We part from our kiss and stand there looking at each other, when he begins to move his hands from my waist down my hips, taking my dress along for the ride. 

Standing there naked, I reach my hands up under his shirt, pulling it off over his head. I place my hands on his chest feeling the toned muscle under my touch I run my hands down to the belt of his pants. Looking in his eyes, I undo his belt and then I unbutton his pants. I slide down his body as I slowly unzip his pants. Now on my knees in front of him, I remove his pants and underwear in one firm tug leaving myself face to cock. 

Kicking his clothes away, our eyes meet as I wrap my right hand around his thick manhood. The tip is wet with precum and I lean forward flicking my tongue over the tip to taste him. I hear him moan and that fuels my desires. I swirl my tongue around the head as I take his throbbing cock into my mouth. I bob my head just over the head letting my tongue do a dance all over and around before slowly moving down the shaft. 

He brings his hand to the back of my head; taking my hair in his hand, he guides my mouth over his cock. I let my tongue dance on the underside as he slides his cock down my throat. He pulls my head back and off his cock. 

Grabbing my arm, he pulls me to my feet. Leading me to the bed, he bends me over and starts rubbing his cock over my slit. I moan aloud as I feel him slowly slip between my wet lips. He rubs the head of his cock over my swollen clit before plunging deep into my vagina. I cry out as his balls slap my clit. 

I have never felt so full and I start to flex my kegel muscles while he is still. Then he starts to pull out slowly until just his head is still inside before he pushes back in to the hilt. He slowly starts to fuck me, in and out, in and out. 

Pulling out, he tells me to turn around. I turn lying back on the bed with my ass on edge he takes my legs in his hands and plunges back into my pussy hard. Putting my ankles on his shoulders, he leans down and takes my right nipple into his mouth as he pounds my pussy harder. 

His cock slips out and when he pushes forward again, he enters my ass. I cry out, not expecting it. He stops looking down at me and begins to pull out when I cry out, "No!" He smiles down at me as he pushes further into my ass. I reach down to stroke my clit as he slides in my ass to the hilt. 

"Fuck me!" I cry out. With that he starts to piston in and out. I can feel my orgasm build with every thrust. Moaning loudly, I writhe beneath him, moving my hips to meet his every thrust. I feel his cock swell as the first shot of his hot cum splashes my insides. I scream out his name as my orgasm hits me, causing my body to spasm and quiver under him. 

He positions me fully on the bed and then slides in beside me, taking me into his arms. My head now on his chest I look into his eyes and we kiss. When we break the kiss, he gently strokes my face with his hand and says, "Thank you, Julie."



Surprise Encounter Ch. 02



Author's note: While it isn't absolutely necessary, you might wish to read part one to find out how we got to this situation. Or, not. It does explain some potentially confusing things, though. I think this is a bit hotter than part one, though being too close to it, I could be wrong. We were both adults. No one was harmed in the writing of this story, though a lot of self abuse did occur. 

*

I awoke to Jim's voice saying, "What are you still doing in bed?"

"Huh? What are you doing here?" I was lying on my stomach hugging my pillow and was still groggy so I didn't even try to raise my head. 

"I beat on the door but you didn't answer so I came in to make sure you were alright. I thought we were going fishing today."

"I had an exhausting couple of days and conked out. Fishing?"

"Didn't Debra tell you? I mentioned it to her before she left and she said you'd probably want to go. She said she'd tell you and you'd call if there was a problem."

"Oh. No, she didn't mention it. She must have forgotten in the rush."

"Damn! I thought it was a plan."

"Oh, sorry, I got to bed late and just didn't get up this morning. I didn't know I was supposed to call you."

"Well, what else are you going to do today with Debra gone? C'mon! Might as well haul your ass out of that bed and let's go. I have the boat hooked up and ready to go!"

Shit! I was suddenly very aware of what I was wearing under the covers! I could feel the panty stuffed bra under my chest and the erotic caress of the stockings against my thighs and legs. Those damn panties were still wrapped around my thighs, too. No way was I getting up with Jim in the room!

"Uh, OK. Why don't you go push the button to start the coffee pot and I'll be out in a jiffy."

"Good idea. See you in a couple of minutes, then." 

Whew! I heaved a big sigh of relief as Jim headed out of the bedroom. I'd just dash into the bathroom and strip the stuff off, real quick.

But Jim heard the sigh and apparently thought it was a snore. He came back to the side of the bed and said, "Hey, I heard you snore. No going back to sleep, now! Haul your lazy butt out of the bed right now!"

"OK, OK, I wasn't snoring. I'll be right out."

"Damn right! I'll go when you get out of bed. Up!"

"I'm getting up now. Go start the coffee."

"Riiiiight. I'll go when your ass is out of the bed!"

"Umm. I'm not wearing pajamas. Go ahead. I'm awake."

"Since when did you become shy? Who cares?"

Jim grabbed the sheet and blanket and, with a mighty heave, tossed them all to the foot of the bed. His eyes widened in shock. 

Shit, shit, shit!

"Damnit! You just had to do that, didn't you?" I didn't move because I certainly didn't want to show him more than he could already see. Besides, I had a case of morning wood.

"Uh. Yeah. I guess so..." He gave a little laugh. "I gotta admit; you definitely aren't wearing pajamas! Ooooo, and your panties are in the naughty position, too!"

"Yeah, now get out of here! I'll see you when I get out there, and we'll go fishing."

Jim started for the bedroom door again and I raised my head to watch and started to move, but he suddenly reversed directions and came back to the side of the bed. He put a hand on my shoulder and the other on my lower back over the back of the garter belt, holding me down but not hard. He sat on the edge of the bed without moving his hands.

"Not so fast! It looks like you had other plans today. Why should you change them just because I thought we were going fishing?"

"Huh?"

He shifted his elbow and forearm to where his hand had been on my shoulder and leaned down close to my ear and said softly, "Yeah. You know? A little bird told me...little wifey bird...yeah...that's what it was. A little wifey bird told me that another little wifey bird told her some things about you. Interesting things."

As he was saying this, the hand at my lower back softly drifted lower, caressing my ass in a very deliberate way.

"Uh? What are you talking about? What are you doing?"

"Yeah, told me several very interesting things as a matter of fact." He continued to caress my backside, running a finger gently up and down the crack. I unconsciously and automatically tilted my pelvis, lifting my rear into the caress in the process and let out a soft gasp. He ran his hand down underneath me, over my balls and to my morning hard dick. "Well, at least one of the things the wifey bird told me certainly seems to be true!"

Shit again! I certainly hadn't meant to respond, but I had been caught unexpectedly and hadn't had any time to think about any of it. Trying to explain that it was only morning wood would only make things worse. "What the hell are you doing?" I practically shouted in my embarrassment.

"Testing some things I heard awhile back." He said just as softly as before. "Seeing if they are true. At least one is. Let's check another."

He raised his hand and brought it down in a firm swat across the nearer butt cheek. He raised it again and swatted the other. But this time I automatically met his swat with another lift/tilt of my hips. 

I thought to myself, "Damn! Stupid! Jerry what is wrong with you?" as he took another swat. I automatically met it too!

Jim sat back upright and said in a louder, firmer voice, "Yep. Looks like another interesting thing is true, too!" 

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled again and started to get up. But he leaned firmly on my shoulder and back with his forearm and started swatting hard and fast, going all over my sit spot and upper thighs. 

"Hold still! I told you, I'm checking out some information that I got, to see if it is true!"

"Hey! Stoppit!"

"I don't think so!" He switched back to caressing and, once again, ran his hand down under me. I couldn't help myself! I rose up again so he could run his hand all the way under and caress my even harder cock. I moaned, involuntarily.

"Yeah! Another thing I heard is true!" He started spanking me again moving rapidly from cheek to upper thigh, to other thigh, to cheek, covering my ass in sensuous heat. Damn! No doubt that he had my number. So it obviously hadn't been a one way revelation session between the wives! They had both told secrets that they should have kept!

Jim stopped spanking and started caressing again and leaning down towards my ear again said, "We can still go fishing in a while if you want, but right now, why don't you just move over here across my lap?"

What's a caught out spanko to do?

"Well, get off me, then."

He did and dropped his legs off the edge of the bed. I was totally embarrassed but found myself crawling over the lap that was thus made available. He pushed one leg off his lap and wrapped one of his over it and leaned his forearm into my back again, thus pinning me neatly and without another word, started spanking me again. He spanked away, 40 or 50 swats, not particularly hard, but eliciting a nice warm glow on my bottom before stopping to caress my ass again. He ran his fingers up and down the crack, the palm of his hand over the curve of my butt cheeks, then back to the fingers up and down the crack, pushing into it gently, teasingly until I thrust up to allow the fingers more access to the depths therein.

"I didn't notice the toys on the bathroom counter before." He commented. He could easily see into the bathroom from his seat on the edge of the bed. "I guess that makes the third thing I heard true, too. ... Hey? Did your wife discuss some kinky things about Celia and me, too?"

"Um. Yeah."

"And did she suggest that you should try something with me about it?"

"Yeah. Yours, too?"

"Yep. Kept pushing it, too. What did you tell her?"

"I told her I had no interest in men and that there was no way I was going to jeopardize our friendship over something like that."

"Yeah, that's pretty much what I said, too. It looks like the ladies have been conspiring!"

"Sure does!" I was still face down over his lap, of course, and he started spanking again. My butt was nice and warm from the previous round but it still felt like a warm up spanking, not a very hard spanking. I gave in to the whole thing and just gave him the best presentation I could for his swats. After quite a few more swats; I wasn't counting; he started the caressing again. "So do you feel like our friendship is in jeopardy?"

"Not really."

"OK, then here comes some more!"

"Wait! My bladder is about to burst. I've gotta pee first."

He let me up and I shucked the panties on the way into the bathroom.

Jim must have read my mind. "Hey! Don't take anything else off! No point in trying to hide it now and I like it; looks good."

"Um. OK, I guess."

When I was finished with the toilet I stopped and brushed my teeth and splashed some water in my still sleepy looking face before walking back out of the bathroom. Jim hadn't moved and had sat watching me at the sink. Thankfully the commode was in a little alcove out of sight, though we had seen each other pee on many occasions; there are restrooms around every tree at both our places. Our wives used to joke that Jim and I didn't need bathrooms.

Anyway, instead of going back over his lap I reached behind him and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and started pulling it up. He raised his hands so I could get it off. Then I grabbed a hand and pulled him to his feet. 

"Your jeans are really uncomfortable in a tender spot!" 

I knelt and unbuckled and unbuttoned his jeans, swatting his hands away when he reached to do it himself. Looking up at him I unzipped them and pulled them down. I caught the motion of his cock springing out at the edge of my vision. I looked down at it. I'd seen it many times, of course, but never like this. I took it in both hands, looked back up and said, "No underwear?"

"None. The jeans were actually getting pretty uncomfortable in another tender spot, too."

Looking back at his crotch, I cupped his balls in one hand while I slowly and gently stroked his firm rod. His eyes drifted closed and he mumbled, "Maybe we should have listened to the wives a long time ago."

"Maybe." I agreed.

He was pretty much the same size as me, maybe a tad shorter and fatter, but not much of either. The biggest difference was that his was straight and mine has a slight but definite curve to the left, the legacy of much self abuse during my developmental period when I had discovered that I could make myself feel amazingly good even before I could ejaculate and well before it was big enough to get my whole hand around. Squeezing it with a thumb and finger while I masturbated caused it to curve slightly to the left as it developed and grew. Damn, there I go again, drifting off from the story!

As I looked at Jim's erect dick I felt a totally unexpected urge to take him in my mouth but just didn't quite have the nerve to do it. I let go and stood back up and pushed against his chest, causing him to sit back onto the bed.

I looked him in the eye and said, "Debra spanks a lot harder than you do." 

"I wouldn't bet on it."

"I wouldn't want to bet on it either. No marks other than redness, allowed, mister."

"No marks", he agreed. "There'll be a lot of redness, though."

"Yeah. I imagine so." I turned sideways and started to slide between his legs when he said, "I know you must have some paddles or something. Get them." 

I went to the closet and grabbed all the spanky toys from the box and, returning to the bed, dumped them onto it.

Jim picked them up one at a time and evaluated them, testing their feel. It took a little while. There were about fifteen of them.

"Which are your favorites?"

I picked up a couple of the paddles and a strap cut from an old belt and handed them to him.

"Ohhh Kayyy, back into position, then."

I pushed his left leg against the bed with my body, flopping my upper body over it. I separated my legs so he could lock me in again and he put his free hand between my shoulder blades. "Here it comes." He announced, and started right back in. But his right leg was in the way a little bit so he paused and pushed me up on the bed a little more before locking me back in. Both of his legs were between mine but from opposite sides, the left wrapped around my left from the front and his right around the same leg from behind. I was well up on his left leg, my hard dick trapped between me and his knee. I could feel his erection against my hip. Once I was positioned to his satisfaction, he started right back in again, without comment.

But this time, he built up very quickly to a very hard spanking. I started squirming so he leaned across my back without slowing or stopping the rain of slaps on my backside.

"WOW!" "OUCH!" I yelped but he still didn't slow or stop.

Finally I just couldn't stand it anymore and really started bucking, trying to get up. "Enough!" I yelled. "STOP!" "STOP, STOP, STOP, stop, stop, stop, stop! No more!"

But he just ignored me and kept the flaming storm roaring all over my seared ass.

All the bucking and pleading was completely ignored until I finally stopped bucking as the endorphins kicked in and I reached the zone. Now he could spank me all day; it hurt but I no longer cared. It hurt so good!

So, of course he stopped. I moaned. But he didn't let me up. I moaned again as he started caressing my very hot bottom. Once again he started working his fingers up and down the crack, alternating with flat palmed caresses over my whole behind. When his fingers went back to the crack I opened my legs to allow more access. He accepted the offer and lightly ran a finger across my sensitive anus, before switching back to whole ass caresses. I felt his weight shift and started to move but he held me tight and soon I heard the familiar snap of the cap on the lube bottle; he had leaned over to retrieve it from the nightstand. Cool drips invaded the space between my cheeks. The fingers came back and started gently probing.

"Should be clean." I mumbled. "I did enemas last night."

"Good!" 

A finger began probing the tight opening in earnest. I noticed his cock was very hard against my hip. The finger pushed insistently so I relaxed and it slid in easily. The invader slid in and out several times before curving to massage my prostate. I moaned loudly; I was totally and unashamedly lost in pleasure. Another finger was added, then another. I was moaning uncontrollably now but was too gone to care. He was stretching me to the limit with each inward thrust, passing firmly over my prostate each time, and then withdrawing almost all the way when I bore down and pushed back. I was grinding against his knee.

Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers out and left me totally empty and bereft of pleasure.

He gently assisted me up onto the bed. I grabbed a couple of pillows and put them under my pelvis as I lay face down across the king sized mattress. He said softly, "Don't move." and walked into the bathroom. I heard the closet open and he returned with a couple of towels. He swatted my ass and I thrust it upwards in acceptance of another spanking, but he said, "Raise up so I can get a towel under you. I rolled over to the side instead and watched him as he spread the towel over the pillows and bed. He was as hard as I was. He looked at me and patted the towel and I got the message, moving back into position. 

But this time he grabbed my iron bar erection and kept it from being trapped under me, aiming it downward. He gave me a dozen or so firm swats and I heard that snap again. This time the lube was applied to my dick with a warm, slippery hand. He stroked it a few times but stopped just before I came.

"You know what happens next. Got a condom?"

"No, but unless you've messed around with someone other than your wife..."

"Not in 16 years."

"Twelve for me. Don't sweat the condom."

I heard the snap again but this time he was lubing himself.

"Do you think this is going to ruin our friendship?" He asked.

"Too late to worry about that! Just, get on with it for Chrissake!"

He laughed. "Yeah." I felt him move into position. The soft tip of his hot erection invaded the space between my cheeks and slid around before locating its target.

"I can't get in." Jim said. "I'll squash you. You'll have to get up on your knees."

"No, lay on me. Fuck me!"

I felt his weight come down across my back, his breath warm in my ear. I felt his weight shift as he moved a hand to guide himself and I raised my hips as much as I could to meet him at our mutual need. His cock pressed firmly at my sphincter and I bore down to allow entrance. Suddenly it slid in, setting off fireworks in my whole body.

"OH, YEAH!" we both moaned, simultaneously.

He slowly worked it in to the hilt and we both groaned again.

I felt him relax his weight onto me and the hand he had used to lube and steer his manhood into me came up and wrapped around my shoulder after pausing to wipe the lube off on the towel. The other hand was already gripping the other side. I tilted my ass back to thrust onto him as deeply as possible. I could feel his rough pubic hair against my hot, well spanked ass. He slowly withdrew almost all the way before reversing direction and slowly pushing in as deep as he could get.

We both moaned again. He did it again, and again, slowly increasing the pace. We were both making noises of pleasure almost constantly now. I pushed myself up enough to work my arm and hand under me so I could reach my still very slick, very hard erection. His hands slid around under me and under the cups of the bra and his weight eased but didn't go away as he transferred some of it to his elbows. He started pinching both of my nipples, sending hot sparks down to my dick, which was now firmly in my hand.

He made a couple more long, deep strokes and suddenly blurted, "Oh, Jesus! I'm going to come! Come with me!"

"Unh! Yeah!" It was a grunting whisper as I felt the familiar sensation of impending orgasm.

Suddenly it swept through me and I was crying out loud with pleasure. I knew he was coming, too but I was too overwhelmed to pay much attention. I know I wasn't the only one making a lot of noise but, beyond that, I knew very little except the slow, hot explosion that swept from deep within my groin outward through my whole body. Finally the waves of pleasure began to calm and Jim's motions slowed and ground to a halt. His full weight collapsed onto my limp body and he remained planted in my bottom. We both just lay there, too exhausted from the huge orgasms to do more than just gasp for breath.

Wow! If it is always like this, why aren't all men gay? Or at least bisexual?

Finally our breathing slowed and Jim's rapidly shrinking ass pleasuring wand slipped from its nest. I twisted my body and dumped him onto the bed beside me so I could breathe a little easier, but neither of us opened our eyes or moved for several more minutes.

Finally I cracked one eye open and rolled so I could see him. He opened his eyes and shut them again. I noticed a deep red flush come up his face and into the ear that I could see. He started to move away.

I was embarrassed, too, but I put a hand out and stopped his movement.

"You're embarrassed? Man that was amazing! You should be taking a bow!"

He opened his eyes again and sniggered and we both burst out in uproarious laughter. When it finally ran down he said, "Thanks. I didn't know what to say."

"Yeah. Me neither, but what the hell; my best guy friend just screwed me over and I loved it! Fuck you too, buddy!"

We burst out laughing again.

"Look, I gotta admit , that was better than coffee, but I think I really need some." I started to get up and looked down at my sticky hand still in my sticky crotch. "I think I need a shower, too. You're chickenshit if you don't join me. But I'm gonna start the coffee first."




Surprise Encounter Ch. 02



I got up and wiped my crotch and slippery ass with part of the towel, stopped and washed my hands in the bathroom before going to the kitchen to start the coffeepot, carrying the towel along to drop off in the laundry.

When I got back Jim had both sides of our double shower going and was just stepping in.

We had argued with our builder about that shower right up until the time to actually start fitting out the bathroom. He wanted to put in a single shower and a big garden tub instead, but I was adamant. He kept telling me that the resale value of the house would be higher with the tub. I kept reminding him that we had no plans, ever, to sell the house, that it would be our kids' problem, that no one ever actually used those tubs beyond trying it once or twice because it took a whole tank of hot water just to fill it and, most tellingly, that since there was a hot tub right off the deck, what possible motive could we have to want a damn garden tub anyway. I won, but he still thought I was crazy.

So I quickly shucked the bra, garter and stockings I was still wearing and stepped in to join Jim. I grabbed the bar of soap as I entered, neatly beating Jim to it. He made a grab for it but I held it away and lathered up my hands, running them over my body before saying, "Turn around."

He did and I started soaping his back. He tensed for a second but then just leaned forward into the water at his end and placed both hands on the wall to brace himself. I carefully soaped his back, his armpits and then, reaching around him, his chest, pausing to play with the nipples. I thought he'd call a halt for a second but he just sighed and let me continue. I ran my hands back down to his stomach and leaned into him. 

"That took some guts. I'm glad you did it because I don't think I ever would have."

"Well, Celia kept after me and kept after me and when I saw you there dressed like that, I thought 'what the hell!' and just went for it. I'm glad it didn't freak you out."

"It did freak me out, but all was lost the second you started playing with my behind. I suppose Debra told Celia that it is one of my major erogenous zones?"

"Yeah, Celia kept saying she thought you'd go for it and that if you did she wanted to watch! I told her she was crazy."

"Debra wants to watch, too. So what are we going to do about that?"

"Ummm."

"OK, later on that. Look, I'm going to wash every inch of your body unless you don't want me to. I figure we've gone this far, why get in a tizzy over it now?"

Uh, OK, I guess. Actually I think I'd like that."

"Me, too."

I unwrapped my arms from his chest and stomach and leaned back, lathering my hands up and put the soap down. I placed a hand on each hip and started soaping down his legs. But the water washed it away faster than I could apply it so I reached up and turned both the showers off. I soaped up again and started washing his arms, then his hips down the outsides of his legs then doing one leg at a time, back up almost to his crotch. I soaped my hands up again and boldly placed them on his asscheeks, running my hands all over them. He thrust his muscular behind out and accepted the touch.

"So is your backside an erogenous zone, too?"

"I, uh, I don't know! I always played with Celia's but never really gave her the chance to play with mine."

"OK, I'm going to soap everything. If anything makes you uncomfortable, just say so." With that I slid the edge of a hand into the crack and started soaping it up. I teased his tight anus and he clenched. 

"Relax. I won't try to go in unless you tell me to."

"Uh, OK."

He relaxed and I started soaping the little pucker then slid my hand further forward and cupped his balls from behind. Except for when I had pulled his jeans down, I had never touched a man's equipment other than my own. I found the experience interesting and, actually, fun. He was hard again so I reached further and soaped it well and carefully before standing back up and starting to soap my chest.

"Um. Can I do that?"

"OK, sure, knock yourself out." I said after a moment. I handed him the soap and turned around and placed my hands on the wall at my end and leaned on them just as he had done for me to wash his back. 

So he started with my back and did me pretty much as I'd done him except that he pulled back on my hips so I stepped back a little, while still leaning on the wall. He ran a very soapy finger into my still relaxed anus.

"mmmm" I hummed, but he stood up and grabbed onto me from behind, sliding his still soapy chest and stomach against my ass. I felt his erection nestle in the crack of my ass as he started rubbing his body against mine.

His hand snaked slowly towards my straining erection. 

"I've never felt anyone else's before." He muttered as he took both my dick and my balls into his hands.

"Me neither. I never had any idea it might be fun."

"Yeah."

He kept my dick in one hand but ran the other up my stomach and up my chest as I thrust my butt against his hardon and threw my head back. His hand ran up my neck then back down my body before coming back up to pinch my nipples, first one, then the other.

"Shit!" I stepped forward and turned the water back on at my end. "Let's get this soap off." I turned and pulled him in as I reached up and re-aimed the shower head. I used my hands to chase the soap off his body and he did the same for me.

"I guess we're fucking gay." He said as he turned the water off and turned to reach for a towel.

"Oh, I don't know. I still don't find myself fantasizing about guys in general. And if it turns out we are, so what. I'd do the whole thing again. I don't feel any different...well, except for being immensely satisfied."

"You'd do it again?"

"Well...yeah. Besides, the wives want to watch, remember? You wouldn't?"

"Actually I was wondering how to get you to do it again sometime."

"Oh. Well...you could just say, 'let's do it', or you could just start playing with my ass and I'll be putty in your hands. I'll be damned if we need to get all stiff and formal! Well, stiff maybe." I laughed and he laughed. "After all, you just had your dick up my ass, buddy. It doesn't get much more personal than that." We both laughed again. "But not right now. My poor tail can't take but so much of that!"

He chuckled and handed me a towel and we both started drying off.

"What about the women? Debra wants to watch, too? I don't know if I'm ready for that. What do we tell them? This is a lot to process."

"Yeah. It sure is. I never would have believed we would ever, ever do what we just did."

"Well, now that we've done it, I'd like to try it again sometime."

"Yeah, me, too...But I'm not going to lie to Debra about it or hide it from her either; we just don't do that. Don't have to tell her right now, but pretty soon..."

"Yeah, I guess we'll have to figure out something; have to think about it."

"COFFEE!" I changed the subject completely.

"COFFEE!" Jim confirmed and we hung our towels on the rack and headed to the kitchen.

Jim handed me a BLT in a ziplock that Celia had prepared before he left to take me fishing. I can cook but they knew I was a temporary bachelor. It was thoughtful of them both.

So we sat drinking a cup of coffee and talking more easily and freely about how we came to be spankos than I'd ever have expected. With Jim and Celia it started with a playful birthday spanking leading to a kinky assfuck a couple of years after they had gotten married. Jim liked it so much he wanted to do it again and again and Celia was game.

I told him how spanking had become eroticized for me. How an older woman neighbor had caught me skipping school and masturbating in the woods in my senior year in high school and had spanked me twice, making me come the second time. Ever since, I had loved to be pulled over a soft lap and have my buns toasted. "You know, I'd love to be a mouse in the corner and watch you spank Celia!"

"Yeah, well both Celia and I would like to be a mouse in the corner and watch Debra spank you! And use a strapon, too!"

We both laughed again and then I said, "You know, it still isn't too late to go fishing."

"Right! Let's do it."

As we stood I suddenly stopped him and looked him in the eye and said, "but first there is something I'm curious about but was too chicken to do earlier..."

"What?"

"This." I sank to the floor in front of him and took his flaccid member in my hands. I looked up at him and said, "Just say stop and I will."

He closed his eyes so I started gently stroking it, feeling it grow in my hands. I kept up the stroking as it rapidly grew to full firmness. I continued to stroke it and cup his balls in my other hand while I worked up my nerve. Glancing up, I saw that his eyes were still closed so I leaned slowly forward and carefully took him into my mouth. A shiver passed through me. 

Jim caught his breath. "Oh, Jesus!" 

I closed my eyes and just felt him in my mouth, running my tongue under the head and then pushing as deep as I could go, down the shaft until I gagged and had to withdraw. I did it again, being more careful not to gag myself this time. I explored the soft head, the little bit of sensitive flesh at the prepuce, the tube along the bottom, and the firm sides of the shaft with my mouth and tongue. His hands went to my head but he didn't push or pull; he just rested them there.

I glanced up and saw him looking down at me as I took him as deeply as I could. "I'm going to fall down if you keep that up."

I pulled away. "OK. I'll stop..."

"I didn't mean that!"

I laughed, "Yeah, let's go back to the bedroom." I stood and grabbed his erection and used it as a handle to gently pull him along. When we got to the side of the bed I used it to turn him and he sat and slid back on the bed.

"Lie back."

He did and I crawled up to where I could get my mouth around him again. I was shaking with nerves, but really wanted to try this. Zeroing in with my mouth again, I closed my eyes as I took as much of his length as I could. I wrapped a hand around the base and started stroking with it, following it with my mouth. Jim moaned aloud. Just three or four strokes in he said, "I'm gonna cum." I cupped his balls with my other hand and, chickening out again at the last second, backed my mouth off as I stroked him with the hand until he erupted, grunting with each pulse. The first landed on his neck and then he continued firing streams down his chest and finally, his belly. I slowed and eased my grip as the orgasm ran down.

"Oh, wow!"

"Yeah, sorry I chickened out. I didn't plan to. I've never done that before, or even thought about it until today."

"Believe me, that's OK!" He lay there while I went to get yet another towel and a wet washcloth and came back and cleaned him up while he recovered.

Finally he raised his head and said, "Can you come again? I don't think I can do the mouth thing, but I'd like to make you come."

"I don't know. The prostate stimulation from what you did takes a lot out of me...But I'm willing to try if you don't mind if I can't get there. I'm hard if that is any indication."

He pushed me back onto my back and, taking my erection in hand, started stroking without saying another word. His eyes were focused on what his hand was doing. It felt very good. He continued stroking for a few minutes and then very slowly leaned forward and kissed the head. He backed up and looked at it while he pressed his lips together and then gave them a quick, furtive lick. Then he leaned forward again and, very softly ran his tongue underneath, backed up again, then leaned and continued to run his tongue underneath the head as he stroked. Finally he took just the head into his mouth. His tongue didn't move but he continued to stroke me. Finally he started to move his tongue and mouth, though he didn't try to take it any deeper-like he was tasting a lollypop.

He backed off and said, "Kinda weird, but not bad or anything...Now let's see if I can get you off." He reached back over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and applied a generous dollop to his hand, rubbed his hands together and took me firmly in both hands and started stroking purposefully.

"Easy there! You'll have to sneak up on it a bit first."

"Oh, yeah."

We both watched intently as he gently played, his hands familiarizing themselves with every inch, every curve, every sensitive spot. He carefully watched my reactions as I dropped back onto the bed and closed my eyes. He cupped and massaged my sac and ran his fingers back behind them but not all the way to my anus. "Should I go back there?" He whispered.

"Do whatever you want." 

His finger slid back so I raised my legs and put my hands behind my knees to hold them up. Jim didn't miss a stroke but he slid his hand back and started teasing my puckery little portal. He poked at it a bit more firmly.

"Don't go in; just tease it."

He didn't say anything but I could feel the change in intent. He started softly teasing the center without trying to push into it. I pushed out and relaxed the muscle and he took the hint and rubbed it a little more firmly, still without trying to go in. Then I felt the hand leave and move back up to swirl over my drawn up testicles while the other hand kept up its steady stroking. He moved back to tease my ass again but flattened the hand and ran it all over the still stiff and tingly skin of my still warm bottom. When the fingers went back to the center, I suddenly knew I was going to come again.

I gasped and made a "whoooooo" sound as my orgasm started. Jim pushed his finger in and I exploded, moaning and crying out in pleasure as he kept stroking me both inside and out until I ran down to little whimpers. He gently withdrew the finger and let go of my spent dick at just the right moments and my hands lost their grips on my legs and my heels hit the mattress. I lay there in mental limbo while occasional aftershocks caused my body to jump and quiver.

Jim just sat there and somehow I gradually became aware of his eyes on me even though mine were closed. I opened them and looked up to see him intently watching me, then let them drift closed again. He still didn't move.

"I'm OK", I mumbled. "Just need a minute."

"That was just about the most amazing thing I've ever seen!" I opened my eyes again to see him smiling down at me before helplessly letting them close again.

Jim later told me that I lay there for just under 25 minutes and the only way he knew I was still alive was my breathing.

Finally the shattered little bits of me drifted back into their proper places and though they weren't yet glued back in too tight I was finally able to move again. Jim had to give me a hand up from the bed, though.

"Think I need another shower." I muttered, stumbling into the bathroom.

"Here, let me help you, before you fall down." Jim steered me into the bathroom, started the water, and followed me into the shower. I leaned against the wall and just let the warm water cascade over me, unable to do more for the moment. I felt Jim's soapy hands at my crotch and, as he moved one between my legs, I managed to lift one foot and place it on the shower seat to open my legs enough for him to reach through to wash the lube from my backside. I was rapidly regaining my strength and when he started to dry me, I grabbed the towel away from him and said, "I can do it. Dry yourself."

He just grunted and watched me for a moment before grabbing his towel and starting to dry himself. By now I was able to keep my eyes open pretty much all the time and was able to move without teetering.

"Man, I am so jealous. I can't remember ever having an orgasm that did that to me!"

"Mmmm. I'll have to try to return the favor, soon."

"Yeah, but not for a pretty good while, now. I'll be worthless for hours."

"Me too!"

"Well, so much for an early start on the fishing."

"Yeah...Tell you what, let's unhitch the boat and just go fish from the bank at Oak Point.

"Now there's a good idea. It'll save a bunch of time hassling with launching and recovering the boat, not to mention the shorter driving time, and we can have a couple of beers with lunch since we won't be driving the boat. We'll be all nice and legal by the time we are ready to drive home."

So we went fishin'.



Surprise Encounter Ch. 03



So while we were fishing Jim and I puzzled over what and how we would tell our wives about our totally unexpected, uh...adventure. We also slowly came to the conclusion that while we definitely were not interested in chasing men, we also definitely were up for a rematch and whatever label that put on us was OK. 

By the end of the day I also told Jim that I thought I had the glimmering of a plan for telling our women that would also keep him out of hot water for not letting Celia know all about it right away. We were both concerned that our wives would be furious with us if we waited too long to tell them and that there was no way we wanted to try to hide something they would think to be as important as this. 

He pumped me for info but I stalled him, saying I wanted to think through various aspects of the plan first. But I agreed that we would need to have something worked out before Debra got home the next evening. We made arrangements to meet the next morning. We'd discuss it while we felled a couple of troubling trees near our house. I hated to take them down but they were partially hollow and a windstorm could put one or both on the roof, the deck, or the spa.

By the end of the day, we'd caught several keepers and Jim and Celia insisted that I stay to help eat them since Debra was not home. Deb called me on my cell phone as we were triple teaming the after supper clean up. I told her where I was and that I'd call her back in a few minutes, after I got back home. Jim ran me through the woods on his ATV and we grinned at each other and said goodnight.

I went in and immediately called Deb.

"Hey, babe, guess who."

"Uh, Santa Claus?"

"Nope. Strike one."

"The sandman, who brings sleepy time orgasms to good little girls?"

"Closer. Strike two."

"Hmm. Then it must be my hubby, who reads dirty stories to me and brings me the very best of sleepy time orgasms."

"Base hit."

"Base hit?"

"Just a base hit tonight. He probably isn't bringing any orgasms or reading about anyone's naughty doings."

"No?"

"Nope. In fact I recommend abstinence tonight because I have some very big plans for you tomorrow night and you wouldn't want to be off your game."

"Oh, then what shall we talk about? Tomorrow night?"

"Nope. Tomorrow night will be a total surprise."

Getting into the game she said, "Oh, GOODY! I love surprises...I think. Will I love this surprise?"

"I hope so. I'm pretty sure you will."

Oh, boy! I can hardly wait."

"Oh, by the way, thanks for telling me about Jim's plan to go fishing. You did tell me, right?"

"Oh...Sorry. No I didn't. I forgot. Is everything OK?"

"Sure. It worked out well, though it might have been very embarrassing to a certain husband who was too tired to do his own thing last night, if you know what I mean, and had ended up waiting until this morning to start doing it."

"Ooops. What happened? Did he catch you in flagrante de... dedick in hando?"

"Not quite. I'll tell you all about it during surprise time tomorrow."

"Now you have me very curious. But I'm really sorry that I forgot to tell you."

"No huhu. So what's the plan for tomorrow?

"Well, we finish up this whing ding at 3:00 PM, so we'll stop for supper somewhere on the way home. Can you pick me up at the park and ride? I'll call when we know about when we expect to get there. That way Jane won't have to drive all the way out to our place and then double back to get home."

Click! The last piece of my still somewhat nebulous plan dropped into place and the whole picture suddenly became clear.

"Yeah, that will be fine."

We stayed on the line for a bit longer but you probably don't want to know the mushy and not necessarily erotic details so I'll just skip over it, though I did remind her "no diddling."

"Yessir. I'm saving myself for you!"

"I will eat supper before you get here, but I'm definitely saving dessert for homecoming."

"Ha. Home...Coming. Punny, in a sucky sort of way."

"Sucky. Good idea. I'll do some of that, too."

When Jim arrived on his ATV the next morning, I already had the chainsaws gassed up, a safety rope, though I didn't expect to need it, my ATV and a couple of logging chains to drag off the tree parts once they were down.

I won't go into the boring details of cutting down and removing the trees, but when we were done the only way you could tell that trees had been taken out on the bank above the house were two short stumps and some patches of sawdust and an occasional leaf here and there in the yard. The two of us had made pretty short work of cutting them up into bits just small enough for the ATVs to drag them down to my log and brush pile in the woods.

Jim and I discussed my plan and tweaked it until we thought it would work. I had been nervous that Jim might not want to do it this way, but he agreed that anything else might be harder and it should also keep him out of trouble for not telling Celia earlier. He admitted that he'd had no better idea.

We were gleeful and nervous, laughing and carrying on even more than our usual. Jim was home in time for lunch with the job completely done.

Debra called at 3:00 PM and told me they had left about 15 minutes ago and she would call after they had supper to let me know her ETA.

At 6:30 PM I called Jim and asked if he could come and help with a 'plumbing' problem that had cropped up. They had just finished with supper. 

The 'plumbing' issue had been one of his contributions to the plan and we had both laughed at the appropriateness of it. Plumbing of some sort should be happening later.

I also asked Celia if she could pick Debra up from the park and ride when she got back since I needed to get this 'problem' fixed. She said 'sure' but she was watching something on TV and would just leave from home when the time came. No reason for her to hang around men at work. 

I told her I'd call when Debra called me to let me know when she expected to get there. Then she put Jim back on the line and I told him I'd just ride my ATV over and pick him up so he could ride back home with Celia when she brought Debra home. They agreed that it sounded like a good idea.

After we got back to our house, Jim and I nervously paced the floor and wondered what might go wrong with the plan right up until the time Debra called. I told her about the 'plumbing' issue and that Celia would pick her up and take Jim home from our place when we finished up.

She hoped that it wouldn't be too long but wasn't willing to be more specific with her co-workers listening. I heard between the lines and assured her that we should be ready for some hanky panky by the time she arrived at the house. Jim was listening and trying not to laugh out loud and let her know he was in the room.

"Hanky panky!" He laughed when the call ended. "As soon as she gets home! Little does she know!"

We both laughed and then went back to pacing. Interestingly we were both still fully dressed from our trip through the woods. We were nervous and not quite ready to be that naked. We kept reassuring each other that this would be fun and the women would love it.

So about the time Celia should have been picking Debra up, we both finally stripped and went to the bedroom to collect the toys. We hadn't wanted to do it earlier in case Celia decided to stop by before going to get Debra. 

When Debra held the door for Celia to walk into the house, Celia suddenly stopped just inside the doorway, too stunned to speak, and Debra ran right into her. Celia, knocked off balance, took a step forward and Deb looked around her and said, "Oh! My! God!" as the sound of Jim's first spank landed on my upturned ass. "They're actually doing it!" 

Jim was sitting on the sofa which is in the great room, and is visible to someone entering the foyer. I was over his lap, feet and backside towards the foyer. We had spent some time carefully positioning a mirror on the floor so I could see behind me. Jim landed another tentative slap.

Celia was still standing in the doorway, her mouth hanging open. Debra gave her a little push and said, "C'mon, show's on!" Celia took two steps and stopped again, still obviously stunned by the sight. Jim and I were both getting more nervous and the only thing that kept me from getting up and running for the bedroom was that Celia and Debra were between me and that refuge. The panic moment passed when Deb grabbed Celia's hand and dragged her to a rocker/recliner and said, "They are actually going to do it! We've been talking about wanting to see this for so long." Then she turned towards me and said, "Don't stop on our account."

She waved a hand towards Jim who came to with a start and said, "Oh" and gave my tail another tentative swat.

"C'mon, big boy, is that all you've got?" Deb took the very few steps towards us and gave my butt a resounding slap.

"OUCH!" 

Celia giggled and Jim finally woke up and started slapping away at my backside with his bare hand in a businesslike manner, not too hard, perfect for a warm-up. Debra sat in the other chair and unfolded the footrest. "I'm going to really enjoy this! I didn't believe you'd ever do it."

Celia croaked, "Me neither." Instead of relaxing back into the chair she leaned forward and said, "Don't stop now. But I want to know later just how this came about."

"Yeah, me too. Now I get the funny hints you were giving out last night and the 'surprise' you planned, so this isn't sudden. Something happened and I think I'm going to enjoy this story...but Celia's right, don't stop now! Just pretend we aren't here if you need to."

Jim had paused again when Celia spoke but now he started in again, still just using his hand. The paddles were on an end table within easy reach, though, all of them. But he spanked on and on, not seeming to know how to move to the next step. 

Finally Debra got up and walked over and picked up the light 16 inch wooden ruler that she usually uses for the warm-up and handed it to Jim.

"Try this. Believe it or not, he likes it."

I blushed but Jim took the ruler and started spanking away with it, really starting to get into it now that the women had given their stamp of approval. Deb is right. I really do like that ruler. It is perfect for the beginning of a spanking because it stings the skin but helps the tissue warm up to accept more serious implements later. The sting it gives is very sensuous in a way that is impossible to describe. It is really too light to be of much use beyond the warm-up period, though.

Debra sat on the floor right beside my head, looking at my face through the mirror, and then leaned down and gave me a kiss. "Nice surprise, honey."

"Welcome home." I replied, grinning.

Celia got up and came closer, too. "Y'know, I've always wondered what I look like when you are doing that..." Her voice dropped almost below hearing. "to me."

Jim paused, looked up at her and said, "Now you know. Sort of."

"Go ahead, rub his butt!" Debra practically ordered. She turned towards Celia. "Wait 'till you see how that makes him squirm!"

Jim dropped the ruler. During our set up we had practiced the spanking position, without actually spanking, though we had considered it. We thought the women would want to see the entire thing. But anyway, I had actually lain across Jim's lap so we could position the mirror that enabled me to see the room behind me. I saw Jim look up at Celia. She nodded and he placed his hand on my barely pink, but warm and tingly bottom. Celia nodded again and he began to move it around, perhaps a bit stiffly at first but getting into it as time went on. He didn't play in the crack, though.

Celia reached out and put her hand on top of Jim's hand where it rested on my bottom. She looked at Debra, who nodded. She slid her hand off Jim's and cupped my right cheek, the one closest to her. I had been too nervous to get an erection up to now, but that did it. I could feel Jim springing up, too.

Debra said, "Spank him a bit more with the ruler and then I think we all need a drink. Uh, do you plan to take this all the way?"

Jim looked at Celia and I looked at Debra. I don't think either of us could find our voice so we both just nodded.

"Ok, then I think there is a story we'd like to hear before we continue and a drink will give us all a chance to relax and settle our nerves."

"A drink, yeah. Good idea. And a story."

"Some of us may need a good stiff drink." I mumbled.

Deb caught on immediately. "A stiff drink for a stiffy, honey?"

"Mmhmm. Both of us."

"Oh, good. Get up, then." She started trying to pull me off Jim's lap. "Celia, looks like we are finally going get to see each other's hubby waving a boner."

Celia laughed. "Yeah! Stand up, both of you, and show us what you've got!"

Debra had tugged me off onto the floor and I just spun and sat down on the carpet, trying to shield my fully erect dick from view. But Debra stood and took my hand and started trying to pull me to my feet. Celia saw what she was doing and grabbed Jim's hand and tried to pull him up, too.

"C'mon, part of you is up, get the rest up!" Celia said to Jim.

I looked up at Deb and she just grinned and gave a little tug with her hand while motioning with her head that I should get up, too. Both of us rose, blushing furiously. I noticed Debra was looking at Jim and Celia was looking at me. Both of us just got harder.

Debra said, "They look pretty much the same except for Jerry's little curve."

"Yup."

Debra swatted my butt and said, "Go fix us all some drinks, honey. 

Make mine a white Zin." She looked a question at Celia.

"Uh, Chablis for me."

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of wine glasses. "Jim, I have a small batch burbon that I'm going to open, what about you?"

He came around the kitchen island, an excuse to hide, I think, and agreed that the bourbon sounded good so I set out a couple of short glasses.

"Ice?" He asked.

"Yeah. I think so."

He busied himself dropping some cubes into our glasses while I opened the wine bottles and poured for the ladies. We both started to deflate a bit, not standing so tall and firm now.

But Celia gave Debra an impish grin and said, "I think they are hiding out back there, don't you?"

"Definitely. Let's go get in the way and help out."

I was just finishing pouring Deb's wine when they came around the island, so I tried to distract them by handing them their glasses. Debra wasn't fooled, though. "Oh, look Ceil. They aren't pointing at the ceiling anymore. She set her glass on the counter and reached out to caress my partially erect cock.

Celia checked me out and said, "You're right! She followed Deb's lead and ran her fingers under Jim's dick. We both immediately sprang back to attention. 

"OK, pour your drinks and let's all go back in there and sit and hear the story. I'm sure this is gonna be good!"

Jim picked up the bourbon bottle I had set out, opened it, and poured our drinks. Debra grabbed my stiffly waving handle and pulled me back to the sofa.

You know, I keep calling this thing a sofa but it isn't really; it's really a Lazyboy loveseat recliner. It is pretty roomy, though. Deb pulled me to it and said, "Might be a tight fit, but I think we can all fit on this. Guys, you are in the middle." Deb sat at one end and pulled me down next to her. Celia came around, also pulling Jim by his 'handle' and, grinning hugely, sat at the other end and patted the seat beside her.

Jim shrugged and sat down. It was a tight fit but not physically uncomfortable. But Jim and I were definitely in each other's personal space, hip and thigh to hip and thigh and shoulder to shoulder. We were both nude, too, while the women were still dressed in street clothes. Awkward, to say the least. We were both blushing again and trying in vain not to touch each other. Impossible, since we were tightly pressed together, four people in a space designed to be roomy only for two. The worst was that we couldn't figure out what to do with our shoulders.

Jim and I were engaged in a seated dance which wasn't funny at the time but upon later reflection I'm sure was hilarious. Debra finally said, "OK guys, lean back and put your arms behind each other. Jim and I looked at each other and I shrugged with my eyebrows and placed an arm behind him and one around Deb. Jim leaned back and awkwardly followed suit. We tried hard not to touch each other more than absolutely necessary, of course.

Debra leaned forward slightly and took my softening erection in her hand and stroked it enough to start it rising again. She looked up at Celia and said, "Don't let it get all soft and useless." Celia started stroking Jim softly and he responded as quickly as I had.

"Now," Debra said briskly, "from that nice little tableau that you two presented for our enjoyment, I infer that you already done the deed Celia and I have been suggesting, lo, all these months, at least once? I can't imagine that you guys just talked about it and then decided to do it out of the blue with no, uh, rehearsal, so to speak. Something very interesting must have happened."

I felt a hot flush of guilt, excitement, and, I suppose, shame rise up my body into my face and start my ears radiating very high in the infrared. The temperature of the room went up twenty degrees. I nodded, unable to find my voice. I suppose Jim did the same, though I was looking at Deb, whose eyes held mine firmly.

"So tell...the long version, don't leave anything out."

"Um." I squeaked, and tilted my head towards Jim and Celia, so near.

"What?"

"Uh, some of it is pretty...uh..."

"Kinky? Embarrassing?"

"Well, yeah."

"Well, I'm sure Jim must know most of it and since he is going to have to tell Celia later anyway, you might as well just tell us all now; don't you think?"

"Mmmm"

"Well?"

"Well, it is all really your fault, you know, when you didn't bother to tell me that Jim was expecting me to go fishing with him."

"So I accidentally did that right!"

"Depends on how you describe doing it right! I was sure caught by surprise and embarrassed no end!"

We grinned at each other. Debra waved for me to continue.

"So...when you went out of town I decided to do a, uh, a major masturbation session..." I glanced towards Celia and felt my face get hotter. I told it long but little purpose would be achieved were I to repeat it here. If you'd like to go through it again, feel free to go back to the point in the previous chapter where I talked to Debra on the phone the first night she was gone and reread it!

Yep, that's right. If she was going to make me tell the whole sordid story the least I could do was describe our phone sex episode in full, discussing Debra's enjoyment of her powerful little eroscillator and her loud sex music as she came. Oh, and that the story I was reading when she came was one about a couple who made love while three other couples, who were fully dressed, watched. I described that, too.

Debra was blushing beautifully and Celia was fanning herself by the time I got to my preparations of the next night. Last night, that is. When I got to the point where I fell asleep with the panties down and woke up to Jim's question Jim suddenly jumped in and took over the narration.

"So he didn't seem to want to get out of bed. He kept trying to get me to go start the coffeepot. I was going, too, but he started snoring again so I went back to be sure he got up.

"I did NOT snore, either! I sighed!"

"Sigh, schmigh, it sounded like a snore to me. So I went back and this guy tries to get me to go anyway. He had the nerve to tell me that he wasn't wearing pajamas! After all these years of running around nude all over the place. Can you imagine?"

Our wives were grinning so big I began to be afraid that the corners of their mouths would meet in the back and the tops of their heads would fall off.




Surprise Encounter Ch. 03



"So I threw the covers off of him. And he was right! He wasn't wearing pajamas, either! Oh, no! Not pajamas at all!"

The women laughed hysterically at that. When they finally ran down Jim picked up the narrative again.

"I was shocked! I almost bolted. He tried to kick me out, but I realized that he was in a pretty vulnerable position. It also made me pretty, uh, well, horny, if you know what I mean, especially with those panties pulled down below his uh, his uh...butt." Jim blushed as furiously as I had earlier. I could feel my ears getting a bit warm again, too.

"So I figured, what the hell. I might as well see if any of the stuff Ceil has been telling me all this time was true. So I spanked him..."

"Aannd..." Celia waved in a drawing out more info motion.

"And we uh...we uh."

"You fucked my husband up the ass?" Debra asked bluntly.

"Well, yeah." We both blushed again and this time the temperature of the room must have approached ignition. I noticed that though neither wife had her hands on either of us, we were both very hard again. They noticed, too. Celia was still fanning herself. Debra started fanning, too.

"Well, tell us more! How did it happen? How did it go? It mustn't have been bad or you wouldn't be doing this right now. I, uh, have a swamp in my panties!" Celia blurted and it was her turn to blush.

"Um...um." Both Jim and I were blushing and hemming and hawing, unable to go on with the still emotionally highly charged details.

Debra jumped in. "I have a better idea. Show us as nearly as you can how it went. A picture is worth a million words. Instant replay? At least a bazillion! Especially in this case! I think that's where this was going anyway?"

She jumped up from the sofa, turned and pulled me up. Celia and Jim got up more slowly.

Debra captured my eyes with hers again and said, "I believe you had some clothing on when it all started." It was not a question. "Go put it all on and crawl into the bed just like you were when Jim got here. Jim, go with him. When you are ready Jim can come and get us. Celia and I will have some more wine while you get ready.

Now I was super nervous and hot and horny at the same time. I killed my drink in one big gulp and Jim did the same before we headed for the master bedroom. When we arrived I pushed the door closed and said, "Well, what you think?"

"Actually, I think this might be easier than telling that part of the story in some ways. How about we just do exactly what Debra suggested and do a re-enactment, as closely as we can. That way we don't have to try to figure out what to do when the...uh, when the time comes."

"Best idea I've heard since we came up with this crazy plan!"

"OK, so where's the stuff?"

I went to the closet and got out the toy box. Jim looked on with interest while I fished out the gallon ziplock bag that held the lingerie. I also grabbed the dildos that had been out on Jim's earlier visit and put them on the bathroom counter where they had been that morning.

"For accuracy." I said as I got the bottle of lube out of the nightstand drawer and put it on top. "Might as well set everything up just as it was."

"Um, yeah." After checking out the dildos, Jim was clearly more interested in what else was in that box. But I closed it up and said, "You can look some other time." Instead of putting it back on the shelf, I left it sitting on the closet floor just as it had been that day. I asked Jim to go collect the paddles from the end table in the other room.

"OK! I'll hold you to that look into the box later!" and he went to retrieve the paddles.

When he got back he said, "They are in there whispering and giggling. They are obviously having a good time! At our expense, I think."

"OK, that's what I'm going to try to do, too. I hope I'm not too nervous to enjoy it as much as I did the first time. It'll be pretty weird having my wife watch me get spanked and screwed by my best guy friend. But I guess I was pretty nervous then, too."

"Yeah, me too. All of it."

I had gotten Deb's black panties for the bra stuffing out while Jim was out of the room. I dumped the paddles he'd brought on top of the box rather than in it so they'd be easier to grab when the time came.

"Uh, if we can't remember exactly how it went, ad lib and cue each other?"

"Um. Good idea." I put the garter belt on and then sat down on the edge of the bed and started rolling on the stockings. I swear, those things make me feel so sexy every time I do it in spite of the fact that I look absolutely silly in them. Jim watched. I noticed that his cock was so hard it was dancing. Mine too. I reached out and took his softly in my hand, then leaned forward and plunged my mouth onto it, swirling my tongue underneath it.

"Careful! Or there'll be nothing to show."

I let him slide out of my mouth. I could hear our wives giggling in the other room. I put the bra on and started stuffing the cups. Jim knelt at the edge of the bed and took me into his mouth the same way I had just done to him. 

"Careful!" 

He looked up at me and stopped the tongue action but kept me in his mouth for a moment longer, clearly enjoying the experience. He let me slide out with a pop and stood.

"I recall that I was dressed to go fishing when I arrived. I'm going to get dressed before I blow it all over the place in here."

I went into the bathroom to use the mirror to make sure everything was straight while Jim put his jeans and T-shirt on.

When I came back Jim was ready so I pulled the panties down and slid into the bed. I stroked myself a couple of times and said, "I really shouldn't do that or I might cum before we get to the main event." I pulled up the covers, rolled over onto my stomach and grabbed the pillow in a hug.

"Yeah, me too." Jim was running his fingers along the length of his cock outside his cutoffs. He dropped his hand and said, "I guess I'll go get the women. Just like it happened, right? I'll come in and wake you up and the whole nine yards."

"Yeah, just like before."

"-K." I heard soft giggles again from the other end of the house when Jim opened the door.

He came back carrying a dining chair with Celia and Debra in tow. There is a wooden rocker already in the bedroom so only one chair was necessary. The women were nude. Debra pulled a couple of throws out of the closet, nearly tripping on the toy box in the process, and threw them over the wooden chairs and sat down on the rocker, gesturing for Celia to sit on the dining chair.

Jim fumbled around for a moment, then finally said, "Um. So I knocked on the door and there was no answer. I poked my head in and called but still nothing so I came back here. He was sound asleep and it was hard to get him awake."

He stepped to the side of the bed and said, "What are you still doing in bed?"

We woodenly stumbled through the beginning, whispering cues to each other and generally screwing it up but the women remained silent.

When it got to the point where Jim threw the covers back, I screwed up my line but he hit his perfectly.

"I gotta admit; you definitely aren't wearing pajamas! Ooooo, and your panties are in the naughty position, too!

Debra and Celia giggled.

We missed the part where I tried to send him out, but nobody ever claimed we were actors. Jim just leaned on me like he had before and talked in my ear like he had before and suddenly we were back there again. He caressed my behind and I responded again and it wasn't acting. He told me he was checking out something he'd been told and spanked me and I responded just as before. I was hard as a rock and it wasn't morning wood this time. I wanted this again.

We ran through it again, if not totally accurately, then at least enthusiastically. I forgot to object when he started spanking, but I did squirm and he told me to hold still. I crawled over his lap again, trembling with excitement and Jim wrapped his legs around mine to lock me in and gave me a warm up similar to the first one.

We repeated the discussion about the wives pushing for this and they both laughed again, and then again when Jim asked about jeopardizing our relationship and my "not really".

We skipped the part where I went to the bathroom when I whispered that I didn't have to go but Jim was quick and asked about the paddles so I got up to get them, shucking the panties on the way to the closet. I had to move Celia's chair to get into the walk-in closet but both women were standing so they could see better. I could see that Celia's crotch was dewy, the first time I'd ever seen her obviously excited. I couldn't see Debra's but I recognized other signs of excitement. She was flushed and her nipples were hard little knots.

When I got back Jim examined each implement just as if he had never done it before but he was careful to hold them up where Celia could see them, too. He asked about the favorites and I picked them out, really for Celia's benefit, I guess.

Since I hadn't done the bathroom trip Jim was still dressed so I undressed him at this point. 

I pulled Jim's jeans down around his ankles. And that is when the intended replay of yesterday went all to hell!

This time when his dick flopped out I stopped. I looked at Debra and said, "I didn't do this until afterwards the first time, but I did do it." And leaned forward and took him in my mouth.

There were gasps from both women. I heard a hissed, "That is hot as hell!" but didn't know which one said it. Jim groaned. I stood and pushed him back on the bed and said, "Don't you dare cum. You still have to fuck me after the spanking."

I took him in my mouth again and, blushing the entire time, made slow mouth love to his cock. He was moaning and gasping until finally he grabbed my head and pulled me away.

"Stop! You gotta stop right now or I'm gonna blow it."

I got up and looked towards Debra and Celia. They both had glistening fingers working away in their crotches. Jim got up and said, "I have to take a break and cool down. Drinks?"

There was a chorus of yeses and we all headed for the kitchen for refills.

Glasses in hand and first swigs taken, Celia asked Jim, "Did you go down on him, too?"

"Just a little taste yesterday, but I did a little more while we were getting ready tonight." Blushing was becoming a pretty normal thing this evening.

"Tonight? Really? I want to see that, too!"

Jim got really, really red but said, "OK"

Debra touched my arm and asked, "Did he cum in your mouth?"

My ears glowed again and I said, "No. I chickened out."

"Oh. If you decide to try it, I'd like to see that, too. But tonight there is something else I've been waiting a long time to see." She quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, about tonight..." I tossed off my bourbon, thumped the glass down, and headed towards the bedroom. Jim tossed his off and followed. Deb and Celia grinned at each other and followed, carrying their wine glasses.

When we got to the bedroom, I picked up the three favorite spanky toys and handed them to Jim and motioned for him to sit on the bed, but he demurred. "Celia asked for something and after telling her 'no' for all these months, I want to say 'yes'. He practically tossed me onto the bed and crawled up after me and, wasting no time, took my semi erect cock into his mouth. It woke up immediately and stood up straight and stiff to check out the stimulation. This time Jim wasn't hesitant or timid. He tilted his head a bit so he could look at Celia and took me deep into his mouth. It was my turn to moan uncontrollably. 

Damn! He was doing as good as the best blowjob I'd ever had! He even deep throated me without gagging. There was no way I was going to last even a minute. I grabbed his head and pulled him away with a big groan.

"Man, if you keep that up, it will be all over right now!"

Jim looked at Celia. "OK?"

She nodded and gave him a thumbs up with her left hand. Her right was busy again.

Jim practically jumped to the edge of the bed and said, "I think you should get over my lap."

I complied and he started in lightly but quickly ramped it up. Deb and Celia walked around to the side of the bed where Jim was sitting. Their fingers were busy in their crotches but they were working in a leisurely manner, not really stoking the fire, just keeping it growing slowly.

Jim alternately spanked and caressed. The heat was growing in my ass but I wasn't really hard until Celia made a motion toward my hot bottom while Jim was running his fingers up and down the crack, not opening it yet, just teasing. Deb nodded at Celia and she put her hand on my butt. Once again I sprang to full erection. I could feel Jim getting harder, too. He had remained harder than I had but then, he wasn't having his behind blistered up, either. Then Deb reached a hand in and all three were caressing my toasty bottom. 

Jim picked up another paddle and they moved away while he started spanking me hard, harder than Debra ever had, until I stopped squirming as the endorphins kicked in and I got into the zone. This time he didn't stop right away when I stopped struggling and started rising to meet each swat.

Finally Debra said, "He's ready."

Jim grunted and stopped spanking.

"Before you move on I want to show you something." Debra said softly to Jim.

Jim helped me get off his knee and Debra leaned in to me and whispered, "Lay back on the bed and I'll do your thighs."

I knew exactly what she meant and lay on my back with my legs spread wide and my feet close together.

Deb picked up a very light and smooth bright pink plastic ruler and I cupped my balls to protect them against stray strokes while Deb very lightly spanked the insides and fronts of my legs near my crotch. This brought the heat around to my crotch and my dick became so hard I thought it would burst.

"How did you do it, you know, mount him?" Debra asked Jim. I was lost in the endorphin haze but I could hear squishing, squelching noises as Celia fingered her dripping crotch.

"Pillow and towel under him." Jim said. "Oops, he hasn't been prepared, yet."

Debra said, "spank him again while I get a towel and some lube, then."

"Lube is right here." Jim picked up the bottle from the nightstand. "Back over my knee, buddy."

I crawled back to the edge of the bed and he assisted me into position, picked up the leather strap and started in. Debra came back with several towels at that point and said, "That's his favorite once he is well warmed up. He can take anything I can dish out with it."

I was still feeling the endorphins and was too far gone to be much embarrassed at this point. But Jim swung the strap, wrapping it around my hip.

"Owww! Careful with that thing!" I yelped.

"Sorry." Jim tried a different hold on the strap but I was just too close to him lying on his knee. 

"How about over some pillows?" Debra asked Jim.

"Yeah. That'll work."

Debra grabbed all six of the pillows from the head of our King sized bed and made a pillow pile right beside where Jim was sitting. She pulled him up and motioned for me to lie across them. I climbed up and, after a couple of adjustments found myself lying face down with my ass raised high. Debra pulled Celia to the other side of the bed so they could see without getting in the way.

"I'll bet you can't make him beg you to quit with that thing." She said. "At least, I can't."

Jim took it as a challenge and really lit in, being careful not to wrap it around me but laying stripes from near the top of my ass down to my upper thighs. Deb was right though. That leather strap is sooo sensuous for a well warmed bottom. It builds the heat without ever getting out of control. I was just lying there reveling in the erotic burn. Jim finally stopped. 

"You should see how red your ass is." Jim commented.

"Mmmmmm." Was all I could say.

"That is way too many pillows for what comes next." I got the message and dropped my leg off the side of the bed and stood up. Jim tossed all but two of the pillows out of the way and spread the towel Deb had brought in earlier over them. I crawled up and lay across them sideways across the bed with my head between Celia and Debra. I was too lost in the endorphin haze to feel very embarrassed at this point. 

I felt cool and very slick fingers probing at my anus so I let my knees fall apart. Jim didn't waste any time but slid one, then two fingers in easily. I hummed again and thrust back at him. He firmly but gently added the rest of his fingers and stretched me, not missing the opportunity to stimulate my prostate in the process. Then I groaned in frustration as he slid his well lubricated fingers out of my ass. It was a déjà-vu moment except that instead of Debra inserting a well lubed dildo into me, I felt Jim's weight shift on the bed then his body come down over my back and something that was definitely not fingers or a plastic dildo was probing for entry.

I turned my head so I could see Debra and noticed that she was squeezing a big dollop of lube into her hand. She reached under me and grabbed my hard cock with the slippery hand. She kissed me, hard and hot. 

When she broke the kiss I asked, "Is this what you had in mind, honey?" the last word came out in a squeak as Jim slid his entire length easily into me.



Surprise Encounter With Friend's Dad



It was a lazy Thursday summer afternoon, not a cloud in the sky and humid. Vicky got a call around noon from her best friend Sarah to come over for a swim and to hang out.

This was a normal event during the summer as neither had much to do until college started up again in the fall. So Vicky put together her things including her favorite bikini (blue top and white bottoms) that showed off her long skinny legs and small breasts as much as possible.

When she got to Sarah's house, Sarah was already outside on the deck of her pool. Vicky let herself in, went through living room and kitchen and out the back patio door. Sarah was also in her favorite bikini, blonde and tanned.

Vicky said hello, and they proceeded to chat about the great weather as they got ready to have a dip in the pool. After a quick dip in the pool and quick chatter about their upcoming class schedules in the fall, they both got out of the pool and lied down on the chairs they had set up to do some sun-tanning.

Meanwhile, Sarah's father Jim, had been at work as a bank manager for the morning but came down with a mild headache and called it a day around noon. After picking up some fast food on the way home, he ate it in the car and decided it was probably best to take a nap. He arrived around 1pm and parked the car in the garage using the new stat of the art garage door opener he had just installed. Therefore, his entrance into the house was quiet and Sarah and Vicky had no idea any one else was home.

Jim went upstairs, got out of his suit, and lay down on the bed to rest naked. He thought to himself how nice it would have been if his wife wasn't at work but he knew she had a busy day of work scheduled and wouldn't be home for a while.

About 5 minutes into Jim's nap, he heard some faint laughter from outside. He stood up and peeked out his window to see Sarah and her friend Vicky outside. He had a perfect view of both of them sun-tanning about 50 feet away. He was surprised as he thought Sarah was to do some errands today but also pleasantly surprised as Vicky was Jim's favorite of all of Sarah's friends. Jim had jerked off numerous times to the view of Vicky in his backyard swimming. Her long legs and firm tight body got him every time. He was hard as a rock before he knew it.

Then Vicky's cell phone rang, it was her boyfriend and she walked out of Jim's sight, Jim took this as a sign that he should probably lay down for that nap now but he put on some swimming trunks just in case Sarah came upstairs.

Vicky was annoyed that her boyfriend called as she was just starting to completely relax, after a quick chat, she went inside for some lemonade for the both of them. Upon return, Sarah was getting ready to get back in the pool again, so they both jumped in and again cooled off from the humid day. About a half hour later they went to get out again, Vicky wanted some more lemonade and went to towel off, this is when she realized she had forgotten her towel at home. Vicky told Sarah she would use Sarah's towel to quickly dry off and go get more lemonade, and to find another towel for herself. Vicky had been in Sarah's house many times and Sarah had no problem with it and stayed outside.

Vicky went in the house, it was extremely quiet. Meanwhile, Jim was upstairs, unable to sleep as he just stared at the wall from his back on the bed. When he heard Vicky tell Sarah she was going inside, he wished he was downstairs so that he could talk to Vicky and see her again.

Before Jim knew it, he heard footsteps on the stairs and he realized Vicky was coming upstairs. His cock reacted immediately. Vicky couldn't find any towels downstairs so went to go upstairs, still a bit wet from the pool, she figured it was ok to go up as they were alone. She first tried the main bathroom, but it had no towels, then tried Sarah's room, again no towels. Then she figured she'd try the master bedroom bathroom, she opened the door, and got the shock of her life, Sarah's dad was home, he was lying down on his stomach in swimming trunks. Vicky said she was so sorry and was just looking for a towel and turned to go back downstairs. Jim wasn't sure what to do, he called out to her to hold on and that he thinks there is a towel in the bathroom.

Vicky had always found Sarah's father somewhat attractive for an older man. It was confirmed when she saw his chiseled back when she first burst into the room. Jim went to get the towel, he was still rock hard, but Vicky hadn't seen his front yet so she had no idea. Jim tried to conceal it with the towel as he came back into the bedroom from the bathroom, by then Vicky was inside the bedroom beside the bed near the entrance just looking around.

Jim handed Vicky the towel, hoping to god she didn't notice his erection through the shorts. Vicky grabbed the towel and decided to small talk a bit saying, "Thanks Mr. Davis, I forgot my towel at home." 

Jim replied, "No problem Vicky, it's nice to see you, haven't seen you in a while, and you can call me Jim!"

Vicky began drying her hair and they were standing 5 feet apart looking at each other. Vicky apologized, "Sorry for waking you up, we didn't realize you were home."

Jim said, "Ya, I came home early, had a headache, needed to take a nap, I was almost awake anyways, so no problem. How's your summer going?"

Vicky was getting comfortable around Jim, "Pretty good, going by too quick of course."

By now, Vicky had tied the towel around her waist and was about to go when she glanced down and saw that Jim's hard-on was VERY noticeable through his shorts. In her head, she was flattered and shocked and didn't know if she should get out of there without him noticing that she noticed.

Jim noticed Vicky's eyes glance down, and there was a very awkward moment. 

Jim exclaimed, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, please don't take offence!" Jim found it surprising that she wasn't running out of the room.

Vicky just stood there almost staring at his crotch and said, "It's ok Jim, it's just a natural reaction right?"

Jim was worried what was going to happen, "Oh ya, you're a beautiful girl and it has a mind of its own, I'm sorry again, please don't tell Sarah about this."

Vicky shyly answered, "It's ok, I'm actually kinda flattered."

Jim suddenly liked where this was going so decided to turn up the flattering, "You should be Vicky, you're frankly very hot, your boyfriend Kyle is a lucky guy."

Another very awkward silence hit the room as neither knew what to say.

Finally, Jim figured he may as well try and blurted out, "Would you ummmm...like to see it Vicky?"

Vicky's brain was saying "run out now" but deep down she was very curious about how big Sarah's dad was and she was already wet wondering.

Vicky surprised herself when she said, "Ummm sure, guess there's no harm in looking."

Jim's cock throbbed hearing Vicky say that, he wanted to fuck her right then and there like there was no tomorrow but realized he needed to take this slow and said, "Ok, this is crazy, but here goes."

With that, Jim just dropped his shorts to his ankles and stood there. Vicky was amazed, her jaw literally dropped, his cock was the biggest she'd ever seen in person, it was rock hard and at least 8 inches and thick.

Vicky finally broke the silence, "WOW, you have an amazing cock Jim!"

Jim answered giddily, "Thank you Vicky, as you can see it really likes you! I know you have to get back outside, but before you do, since I showed you something, would you mind showing me something?"

Vicky was caught a little off guard, "Oh, I don't know about that, but you're right, would you like to see my breasts?"

Jim couldn't believe it worked, he's wanted to see Vicky's breasts forever, now he was going to get the chance up close and personal, saying "Oh wow, I would love to!"

In one swift motion, Vicky took her bra off and dropped it on the floor. Now it was Jim's turn to have his jaw drop. They were nicer than he ever imagined. He figured 34b's, small but solid with perfectly proportioned nipples.

Suddenly both couldn't talk and it was one long awkward moment.

Jim slowly walked towards Vicky, reached out and felt one of Vicky's breasts, while at the same time taking Vicky's hand with his other hand and placed it on his cock. Vicky was getting very turned on very quickly but just froze in shock as to what was happening. 

Jim then whispered in Vicky's ear, "get on your knees sweety!"

Vicky knew immediately what he wanted. She had given head a lot to her boyfriend but he was half the size as Jim. She figured she was now stuck and half of her wanted to blow him anyways.

So Vicky slowly got on her knees and took Jim's rock hard cock in her mouth. Jim held Vicky's head closed his eyes and was suddenly in heaven. Vicky gave him the best head he had ever had, he was loving it.

Vicky could barely breathe, she had Sarah's dad's huge cock in her mouth, his hand on her head and his balls in her hand...she couldn't believe what was happening. 

About 5 minutes after she started, she could feel the throbbing start and the pre-cum was indicating it was time. Jim said to keep going and held her head in place, shortly after, she felt a huge load of cum shoot down her throat and then 3 or 4 in a row almost making her gag. All Jim said was, "swallow it sweety cuz we don't want a mess." It was the most cum Vicky had ever experienced and she was shocked how much he came.

When it was all over, Jim fell back onto the bed in pure elation. 

Jim exclaimed, "Oh my god, thank you Vicky, that was amazing!"

Vicky was tired and surprised, "That was crazy, wasn't expecting you to cum like that."

With cum still dripping from her mouth and some on her neck she found her bikini top, put it back on and proceeded to leave.

Jim suddenly realized Sarah was still outside, and this could be bad if anyone found out and said, "Here, don't forget the towel, and I hope you agree that no one can know about this."

Vicky was thinking the same thing and replied, "Of course, I understand."

Jim suddenly looked at her body again and in his mind wanted to fuck her hard right now, but knew he couldn't and said, "OK, maybe we'll do it again sometime sweety, get back outside now!"

Vicky trotted downstairs and back outside, Sarah was none the wiser, she had actually fallen asleep and barely noticed Vicky was gone. All Vicky could taste was Jim's cum in her mouth still and just wanted to jump in the pool again to wash off. Before she could though, Sarah stopped her and said, "Hey Vicky, looks like you left some sun tan lotion on your neck you silly goose!" 

With that she took her finger, swiped the gob of "sun tan" lotion and rubbed it into her own legs, if she only knew!!



Surprise Encounter with Lisa Ch. 1



It was another sweltering day, and I was thankful for the bit of shade on the small porch as I stood there, cooler in hand and rang the doorbell. The door opened, and I could see her through the screen, standing there in tight little denim shorts and a very light striped top with tiny little straps that was not quite long enough to cover all of her nearly flat tummy. "Hi, Lisa," I said, "I brought back the cooler I borrowed from your folks."

She opened the door and two things caught my eye immediately. One was a little gleam in her eyes that I hadn't seen there before. The other was the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra...first time I'd seen her like that since she started needing one. I tried my best to notice more of the first, but my eyes kept darting to the second, the hard little nipples pushing against and almost through the stretchy material. She smiled, and maybe almost winked...I wasn't sure...and said, "thanks...it belongs back here..." and turned to walk to the back of the house. I watched as her light brown hair swung just a little against her neck, and stared at the perfectly shaped ass as it moved in time with her step. Eventually I realized she was moving, and started to follow her, banging the cooler into the countertop as we passed through the kitchen.

We stepped out on to the patio, and she smiled and pointed to a spot next to the other cooler. "I'll tell them that you brought it back" , she said. 

"They're not home?" I asked. "I thought they had today off."

"They have tomorrow off. It's just me today," and she smiled, and I swear almost winked at me again. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yeah, as hot as it is, iced tea would be great." Again I watched her ass walk away from me, back in the house and into the kitchen. She walked to cupboard, and stretched upward on her tiptoes, and the shorts rode up to show the bottom of her cheeks. Suddenly I was VERY thirsty. She turned back to look at me, smiled and said, "these stupid new shelves...they're too high. Can you reach those two glasses for me?"
 She didn't move, and I had to reach up and over her. I tried not to make contact...I really did...but I kind of brushed the front of me against her back as I got the glasses and handed them to her. She smiled, and said, "thanks...I stopped growing just a little bit too soon, huh?" I quickly looked away and mumbled, "yeah, I guess so." After all, her parents would NOT be pleased to see me drooling over their little only child, even if she was 18 and about to leave home.

"When to you leave for school?," I asked, hoping to change the subject. "In 4 weeks," she smiled, and opened the fridge. She bent over, glanced back at me, and there was NO mistaking the wink this time. She took out the pitcher and turned and closed the door. She filled both glasses with ice from the ice maker in the door, and poured the tea. She took one glass and slowly rubbed the bottom of it across her bare shoulders and upper chest. Little droplets of condensation stayed in streaks across her milky white skin, and I knew that what I had been seeing had NOT been my imagination. "Here you go," she said, smiling...."let's go sit on the couch for a bit." And walked away once more....turned to look over her shoulder, and smiled a wicked little smile. I had to take a BIG gulp of tea just to be able to breathe, and I followed her in to the living room.

She sat down and crossed her legs, and put her bare feet on the coffee table. I sat next to her and took another long drink. She smiled again, took a small drink, and let just a little tea dribble onto her chin. She took one finger, and slowly wiped it up and put her finger in her mouth. Her cheeks sucked in just slightly and she winked at me again. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for a day like this?," she said softly? I shook my head no, unable to say anything. "Since about four years ago...but I knew you'd be in big trouble if I told you then. I've just been waiting...and now it's okay" and she set down her glass. She put both hands behind my neck and pulled herself to me and kissed me...soft and sweet and nice. She tasted a bit minty, and her tongue and lips were very soft.

"Your folks won't come home for lunch or anything?" I whispered, and she closed her eyes and smiled and shook her head no. I kissed her again...more urgently this time...and ran my hands through her medium length light brown hair. We kept kissing...tongues interplaying...and my hands unconsciously moved down to her back. I ran my hands over her back, feeling her arch toward me. Then she stopped, moved my hands away, and said, "wait," and pulled her top off over her head. She revealed the loveliest little breasts I had ever seen...small, round, just big enough to hang a slight bit, and her nipples were bigger than I would have guessed and as hard as could be. I leaned over and cradled one breast in my hand, and took her nipple into my mouth. She moaned as I sucked on it, ran my tongue around and around it, and nibbled it oh so gently with my teeth. "Oh, god, that's wonderful...suck my titties" and I repeated the process with the other. She arched backwards as if she were trying to force it farther into my mouth. I tongued and sucked on one as my fingers mimicked my mouth on the other. Her breathing was fast and shallow. I'm not sure if I even remembered to breathe!

I stopped, waited until she opened her eyes, and said, "first?" She closed them again and nodded her head yes. I said softly, "take off your shorts," and she stood and obliged. Her little triangle of dark pubic hair was a perfect shape naturally. I gently helped her sit down, and kneeled, spreading her legs apart. "I think you'll like this," I said, and started kissing the insides of her thighs. I kissed and licked, slowly working my way up to her crotch. I pushed her legs just a little bit farther apart, and licked at her little opening. She gasped and made a soft little moaning sound. I moved my tongue slowly around her pussy, in a circle, and felt her push against my face slightly. I changed directions and went around a few more times. Then my tongue moved upwards, and found her clit. This time a BIG gasp, and a little scream "oh, god, YES." My tongue moved up and down, and back and forth against her clit, and her breathing grew faster and heavier. Her moans, wordless, grew louder. I gently slid a finger inside her pussy and moved it back and forth as my tongue worked faster. She started thrusting herself against me, her moans growing louder, and finally she was screaming, "yes, yes, yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!" She bucked, arched her back, and fell backwards against the couch, eyes closed. I laid my cheek on her thigh and looked up at her face, waiting for her to catch her breath. She opened her eyes, and I smiled. "you liked that"? She couldn't speak, but nodded yes, eyes closing again.

I stood up, and pulled my shirt off over my head. I reached for my shorts, but she interrupted me. "May I try?," she said, and I nodded and smiled. She unbuttoned the top button and pulled out the zipper tab...then took the tab between her teeth and pulled slowly downward. She then took her hands, put then against the top of my ass, and pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and she tentatively cupped my balls in her hand. "I've only watched someone do this once," she said softly, and I smiled and said, "that's okay...you'll do fine." And she softly kissed the top of my hard cock. She opened her lips a little, and slowly slid the head in. I moaned, both in the pleasure of the sensation and the visual pleasure of seeing those young lips enclose my cock. She slowly slid a little more in, then back out. I could tell she was experimenting with her tongue and her lips and suction. It was incredible...for a first time, she was very creative and doing quite well. She tried to take it all the way in, and began to gag a little. She pulled it out, and looked up at me. "Sorry," she said. "Sweet one, it's okay...you're doing wonderfully." She nodded and smiled at my approval. She began again, and I knew that she had found what she liked most and what worked best for me. Her head began bobbing up and downward, faster and more frantic, and I knew it was about over. "Lisa, I'm going to...," and she put her palm upwards, as if to say stop, and moaned, "uh, huh" without ever stopping. Finally I came...several long hot spurts clear into her throat. "Oh, goooooddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd" I moaned, and she kept bobbing. She swallowed, once, twice, a third and fourth and fifth time...and eventually her bobbing slowed and finally came to a stop. She finally let go of my cock, and looked back up at me with those heavenly gray eyes and smiled. "Was that okay?," she asked, and I closed my eyes and nodded. "Good" she said. I gently ran my hands through her hair as she gave my balls a soft little lick and a kiss.

I pulled her to her feet and looked into her eyes. "There's a lot more than just that, you know," and she closed her eyes and nodded yes again. "My parents will be home tomorrow, and I'm at work...but they're both leaving for the weekend." My heart leapt, and I smiled...and she smiled back, and we both started laughing...



Surprise Encounter with Lisa Ch. 2



It was Friday night, and I hadn't spent more than, oh, say, five minutes without thinking about the events of a few days before with Lisa. It was partly reliving the experiences in my head, and partially in anticipation of the upcoming events of the weekend. 

Will and Donna had been good friends for the longest time. We'd done much together over the past few years. We'd gone to ballgames together, plays, concerts, they'd seen me through my divorce, we laughed and cried together over the joys and tribulations of raising our kids, and now...now I was having sex with their daughter! If they knew, I couldn't imagine they'd be happy about it...but I guess the point was to insure that they didn't know.

When they asked me to give them a ride to the airport, of course I obliged. I pulled up in front of the house and rang the doorbell. Lisa answered, a bit more conservatively dressed than a few days before, and gave me the warmest, loveliest smile. Those gray eyes danced, and she said, "Come on in, I'll tell them you're here." And then she whispered, "Come to the alley?" I smiled back, patted her shoulder, and nodded in agreement.

We carried their bags to the car. As is typical, Will had one small bag and Donna had two large ones for the weekend. We drove the short route to the airport, and I went in with them to wait for their plane. I did this first because they are such fun people to talk and visit and joke with, and secondly because Lisa had asked me to. She needed some time to run to the store for things for dinner. So, I dutifully waited for them to board their plane, watched the plane depart, and somehow managed to keep myself from sprinting back to my car.

I hurriedly stopped at an upscale grocery on the way home, and rushed in to buy a bottle of wine. I wanted something nice, and picked out a nice (I hoped) French wine...something I couldn't pronounce. She'd be able to, I knew, having prepared herself more than adequately to major in languages in college. I drove the remaining blocks, pulled into the alley, and she came out of the house and opened the garage door for me. I pulled in, and she closed the door behind us. I got out and she slipped into my arms and gave me a happy little kiss. "I thought this would be better...didn't want any nosy neighbors to think I had an overnight guest!" I returned the kiss and smiled.

"That looks really cute on you,", I said, referring to the sundress she was wearing. The temperature hadn't cooled off much from earlier in the week, and she dressed appropriately. The sundress was a light blue, and had delicate little flowers of some sort all over it...I'm clueless as to which kind. It set off her beautiful little body quite nicely.

"Thanks, Larry...I had you in mind when I picked it out". I retrieved the bottle of wine from the seat and showed her.

"Oh, this is wonderful. I had this when I was in France. Mom and Dad don't know I drank anything over there, though."

"I don't think you have to worry about that...they're pretty aware of the differences in cultures. I doubt they'd be too upset with you."

She smiled and agreed. Goodness, how that smile of hers melted me! We walked through the backyard and into the house. I put the wine in the refrigerator, and took a deep breath. The aromas were wonderful...she'd obviously gone to a lot of work to prepare a nice meal. 

"You must have learned a lot from watching your dad cook," I said. "This smells and looks wonderful."

"Want to know a secret? You can't tell Daddy I told you this, but I do most of the cooking when company's coming over. He doesn't really do much until people start arriving...then he takes over. I don't mind, actually...I think it's kind of funny."

"Well, you've done well then...I've eaten some pretty great meals here over the past several years." She kissed me lightly on the cheek to say thank you.

We each had a glass of wine while she finished preparing the meal. I couldn't even tell you what it was...it was French food of some kind, and I'm pretty unsophisticated in culinary matters. We sat down and ate, and talked: of school, of my job, how my children were doing, of her travel abroad, of her career plans. We gazed at each other a lot. She was so self-confident for one so young. Most eighteen year olds don't have themselves together so well. Her parents had nothing to fear about her traveling to the other side of the country in a month to go to school.

We both ate our fill...I was careful not to overeat, considering what the rest of the night held in store for us! Dessert was some sort of French pastry...again, I had no clue what it was, but it was delicious. I noticed it was getting dark earlier than it should...storm clouds were rolling in pretty quickly. "Let me help you with the dishes, lovely Lisa," and winked at her. She actually blushed a bit, which made me smile even more. We cleared the table, and loaded the dishwasher. The sky continued to grow darker, and I could see through the kitchen windows that the clouds were growing angry. Just then, the first strike of lightening hit...it was quite some distance away, but it lit up the entire room.

"Oh, I love thunderstorms...let's sit in the living room and watch." I agreed...I love them too. We opened the curtains in the living room and watched the display. Nature had LOTS of energy that night. The strikes began slowly, then picked up in intensity and frequency as they grew closer and closer. Soon they were happening nearly every five seconds, and the sounds were deafening. As she sat on the couch nestled against me, Lisa's breathing was growing more rapid. 

"Not scared, are you?" I asked.

"No, not at all. Big storms like this just...well, EXCITE me...."

And as if on cue, the biggest strike of all...CRACK...hit the transformer in the alley. The flash was blinding, the noise was deafening, and Lisa jumped and grabbed hold of me VERY tightly. "Okay, now I'm scared!", she said, and giggled nervously.

"Me too," I replied. "Wasn't that great?"

"Yes, it was." I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. I just held her tightly to me. 

"Time to go upstairs?" She nodded yes, and pointed to a candle and a box of matches on the end table. I pulled her arms gently from around my neck, rose, and lit the candle. Taking Lisa by the hand, we started up the stairs. I had never been in her bedroom, but I knew where it was.

As the lightning continued, we entered her room. She took the candle from me, and lit about a half dozen candles about her room. From what I could tell, it was a very feminine room. Instead of typical teen idol posters, she had photographs and posters of foreign landscapes and literary settings. And she'd picked up...her parents teasingly gave her a bad time about the state of her bedroom whenever there was an audience. "Did you pick up just for me?", I asked.

"Yes, just for you," she answered with a smile and a light little kiss on the lips. I walked to the window and began to close the curtain. "No, don't," she whispered.

"Why not?"

"Let me show you something." She walked beside me, and pointed to the only house that was visible. "See that house over there?" Something looked vaguely familiar about it. "That's Brenda's house. You remember my friend Brenda?" 

I gulped, but tried to conceal it. "Yes."

She said, "This is going to sound really awful. Brenda has been such a good friend for so long, but she drives me crazy sometimes. She SPIES on me. Honest to god, I can't tell you how many times she's told me what I've just been doing. I think she sits in her bedroom...that's it, there on the left, with the candle burning in the window...with pair of binoculars and WATCHES me. I thought...if it doesn't bother you...we might give her something to watch!"

Ah, yes. I knew that house. I knew that the window to the right of it...also with a candle in the window...belonged to her mother, Kerrie. I knew the inside of that bedroom, and it was painful to think about it. Suffice it to say, my experiences with Kerrie had left some pretty big scars on my psyche. Men don't often feel used in a relationship, but that's exactly what I had felt about my encounters with Kerrie. And now...would this be my chance for a little revenge?

These were secrets best kept to myself, though. I just turned to Lisa and said, "Oh, yes...that does sound like it could be exciting!" She smiled and kissed me again, and I kissed her back, quite urgently. We stood there in the window, in a most passionate embrace, mouths moving ever so slowly against the other, tongues slowly and wetly intertwining, each with out hands on the other's buttocks, pushing us urgently together. I was growing hard, and I know she could feel me pushed against her lower stomach. The feel of those wonderful little breasts against me nearly melted me. Our breathing was deep, intense, in perfect synchronization with each other.

We pulled slightly away and looked into each other's eyes. "You remember what we did Wednesday?" she asked.

"How could I forget?" I smiled. 

"Do you think we could do more of that...at least first?"

"Yes, certainly...but not for TOO long." I slid the straps of her sundress down past her shoulders, and the light garment slid softly to the floor. She wore nothing beneath, and looked so lovely by soft candlelight. Such a pretty little body! I unbuttoned and removed my shirt, and undid my belt buckle and let my pants and briefs slide to the floor. We'd both left shoes behind long ago downstairs while she was cooking. We resumed the passionate embrace we had enjoyed earlier. The feel of her smooth bare skin against me was overwhelming. I was rock-hard by that point.

I led her by the hand over to the bed. Gently I laid her down on her back, and then laid beside her on my side, my head at her feet. I began slowly kissing and licking her feet, gently sucking a toe or two inside my mouth. Soft little "oohs" came from her lips. I kept kissing and working my way upward...feet, ankles, calves. I found a very sensitive spot on the backs of her knees. She squirmed, and reached to knead my buttocks gently with her hands. After I'd made her squirm just long enough, I continued upward, kissing her thighs. Her hands reached my cock, and she began gently stroking me. 

"All right, sweet Lisa, here's what you wanted" I whispered, and carefully moved atop her, my legs straddling her head. I lowered my head and gently flicked my tongue at the inner and uppermost parts of her thighs. I felt her reach up and gently guide my cock into her mouth. She was wonderful for one so inexperienced! I moved my tongue upwards to her pussy lips, and let my tongue probe and explore. I felt her sucking become more urgent, and her breathing became more rapid. My hands were under her legs, reaching around to gently massage that shapely little ass. My tongue moved upwards to her clit, and she moaned around my cock. I suddenly realized she might not be able to control her actions as she came, and lifted my ass in the air, pulling my cock out of her mouth. I held it just above her face as I licked faster at her clit, and she came loudly, screaming wordless screams of ecstasy! I was thankful I'd pulled myself out of her mouth...didn't really want to have to explain severe bite marks to an emergency room physician!

She trembled, her moans subsided, and her breathing began to slow a bit. I turned around, careful not to clobber her with a knee; I can be a real klutz sometimes. I kissed her on the lips, and she licked her lips with a curious expression on her face, as if it were the first time she'd tasted her own juices, and it probably was. She put her arms around my neck, and said, "god, Larry, that feels so GOOD." 

"And there's more to come," I said back, smiling.

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm ready. Please...I want this very much."

I smiled and kissed her again. I slid myself carefully on top of her. Lisa's pert little nipples were at attention, and felt incredible against my moderately hairy chest. "Now, this might hurt a little at first, but the hurt goes away very quickly, I promise," I whispered into her ear. She nodded and closed her eyes.

I maneuvered so that the tip of my hard cock was pushing against the opening of her virgin pussy. She was wet from our earlier activities, and I was able to slide inside of her gently. An inch at a time, slowly, back out, in two inches, back out slowly. She gasped, grimaced once, and then a look of great pleasure came over her face. "Ooooh....ooooh.....ohhhhhh.....oooooh.....yes!" She kept moaning that way, and began to push back against my thrusts. By now, I was pumping my full length into her. Her hands were running up and down my back, now faster and more frantically. "God, Larry, yes, oh, yes, don't stop, I think I'm going to come again." I kept thrusting as she came again, screaming quite loudly this time. She bucked and writhed against me and pulled my face to hers. Her tongue ran frantically inside my mouth, and she kept moaning, now wordlessly. Her sounds were almost animal like by now. I kept thrusting, now almost slamming my cock inside her, and I was getting close. I've never been very quiet, and now my sounds were matching hers. As I grew closer, I could feel that she was about to come again too. As my climax came, hers matched exactly, and we were both being loud enough to drown out the sound of the rainfall outside. I shot my cum deep inside her, and her hips gyrated in return, as if to say thank you. Our motions, along with our breathing and moaning, gradually subsided until we came to a halt. 

My cock had gradually returned to its normal soft state and slid wetly out of her. I rolled off her and onto my back on the small single bed, and she turned to her side and put her cheek on my chest. I kissed the top of her head and ran my fingers through her hair. "Well, what do you think?"

She almost purred, "Mmmmm, I like it. I could really get used to this." She giggled softly, and added, "Thank you, Larry. I'm glad it was you."

I answered, "Me too, Lisa. I may have been your first, but you were my first first." 

She raised her head and looked at me, and started to ask, "but what about..."

I shushed her gently with one finger, and said, " No. Let's not talk about anyone else right now."

"Agreed," she smiled, and laid her head back on my chest.

Somewhere in the night, she arose to extinguish the candles. I'm not sure when, I slept so soundly. As the light filtered in the room in the morning, I realized I was in a strange bed alone. Hearing a noise downstairs, I slipped my pants on and walked down the stairs.

There she was, the vision of loveliness, in the kitchen, manipulating pots and pans. She smiled, and said, "good morning, handsome." 

I laughed, and said, "You need your eyes checked." I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her middle and kissed her neck.

"Sleep well?", she asked.

"Like a rock," I replied. "You?"

"The same. Would you like an omelet?"

"You bet I would." 

"All right. Coffee, omelets, and....more?"

I could tell it was going to be a very wonderful day.