0 comments/ 22551 views/ 0 favorites Taking Turns By: Ericksor Dinner was lovely, candlelight and, somewhere in the distance, soft music. We talked, insulated in our own world, sipping at the wine and each other's eyes. Time seemed to slow and then flow around us, leaving us with each other. "You'll come home with me for a nightcap," you said, more a statement than a question. I nodded, our thoughts as one, a request silently made and agreement given. You were silent on the drive to your house, leaning back in the corner of your seat, your eyes closed, a small smile playing around your lips. Thinking of what, I wondered. Of me? Inside, sitting on the deep couch, you moved around the room, lighting candles and then turned to me. "I know it is a cliché, but I have to change into something more comfortable. I'll be right back." And you disappeared into the other room. Only to reappear moments later, in a long flowing gown which kissed your body when you moved. "I think," you smiled at me, and paused. "I think you would be more comfortable in here." And you took my hand and let me into the other room. Candles were alight here too, giving the room a warm glow that flickered as if alive. The bed was large, with the sheets turned down. You turned to me and we kissed, softly at first but then with more urgency, more hunger. Your fingers were busy at my buttons. "You need to be more comfortable, too," you murmured. As you pulled my shirt off, I drew you to me, and felt the silkiness of the dress and only the softness of you beneath. "You definitely have too many clothes on," you whispered to me, and proceed to correct that problem. With a final tug, the clothes were gone. I fell back on the bed and you knelt between my legs, your dress gapping to reveal the tops of your lovely breasts. "What about you?" I protested, rising up on my elbows. "There's plenty of time," you smiled up at me, and bent down to lick my cock like an ice cream cone. "I want to taste you first. It's your turn." You engulfed my member and slowly sucked. The sensation flew through me like electricity. I fell back with a moan. Then you were on top of me and I was deep inside you, liquid fire scalding me and sending shivers throughout my body. But you didn't move, just smiled down at me and slowly squeezed. "Ah, ah," I moaned again. "You're driving me crazy," I protested half-heartedly. "Oh, we aren't quite to crazy yet," you smiled again. "In fact, we've just begun." I reached up, untying the sash and began to unbutton your gown, slowly revealing your glorious beauty to the warmth of the candlelight. Only my hands and my eyes moved as more and more of you was uncovered. Then the gown was gone, and only you glowed in the flickering light. My hands found your breasts and caressed them, squeezing them as you continued to squeeze me. You shifted your long, lovely legs and then were beside me. Long, deep kisses and the softness of your body next to mine. Somewhere in the middle of that last kiss, before I lost myself in you, a tiny voice inside me said that perhaps it was my turn. My hands moved over your breasts again, down over your stomach, through the softness to your pussy, to your hot core. Now it was your turn to moan. You stretched your body like a cat, your arms reaching for the iron bedstead. Reaching behind me, I found the sash and wrapped it around your wrists and the bedstead. It wasn't tight, you could pull loose if you wanted to, but through the curtain of your hair, you whispered, "What are you doing?" "I'm about to drive you crazy," I replied, taking a nipple gently between my teeth. My tongue flicked back and forth and I could feel you squirm. "Oh, yes," you hissed. My tongue left your breast, and glided down your body to replace my busy finger. "No, no," you said, but you didn't resist when I pushed your legs slowly apart. In the golden light, you were revealed to me, glowing and wet. My tongue gently touched your clit and you bucked on the bed, with an inarticulate cry. A deep kiss was next, and my tongue began exploring you. "I want you," you moaned. "And you will have me," I answered, "but we have plenty of time." My mouth and lips caressed you, my tongue searched for your most sensitive places, and soon your moans became breathless cries and finally, one pent-up glorious shout as your entire body vibrated like a taunt violin string pulled almost too tight. "Enough, enough," you gasped. And I moved back to slide my hands over your body, touching every part of you. A vase of flowers and feathers was there on the nightstand and, reaching out, I pulled a long feather and touched it to your closed eyelids. Not opening your eyes, you smiled again, your hands letting go of the ironworks, your wrists still bound. The feather moved over your shoulders, across your lips and down to circle your breasts and caress your nipples, again hard and calling for me. It was then, still kneeling between your legs, that I moved forward and slowly slipped my cock into you. The feather never stopped its journey around your body as your hips began to move, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Your cry this time was softer, more vulnerable. We laid together forever, our skin doing the caressing our hands had done. Another kiss and you smiled at me, "Untie me now." I reached up and freed you. "Lay back on the bed. I'll be back in a few moments." And, blowing out a few candles, dimming the room even more, you vanished again. I might of slept. I'm not sure. I only remember being wrapped in warmth made up of light and touch and the sound of you. But when I opened my eyes, you were there, the remaining candlelight reflected in your eyes. You had put on the gown again, but left it open, your glorious body in shadow but just out of view. I started to reach for you, but found my hands bound, tied by the same sash through the same bedstead. "My turn again," you laughed. And stepped aside. There, in the doorway, was a woman with short curly hair, her body hidden in a terrycloth robe. "I don't think you've ever met Karen," you said. "She and I have been friends forever, and we share everything." "Everything?" I repeated. "Everything," Karen said, stepping forward. "Including each other." "I've invited her to join us," you said, still smiling. "I'm sure you won't mind." "Well," I said, flexing my bound wrists, "I'm not in much of a position to mind, I guess." Karen sat beside me on the bed, her hand lightly resting on my stomach. "Oh, I don't think you'll mind a bit," she said, and leaned forward to kiss me deeply. I felt the bed shift as you leaned forward to take me in your mouth, and felt Karen's hand leave my chest to caress your breast. "This isn't just about you, you know," she murmured to me. "This is for all of us." And she shrugged the robe off her shoulders so that you could reach up to tease her hardening nipple. "I couldn't agree more," I said, and then I was lost in the electric fire that capture my entire being. Dimly, somewhere in the distance, I heard your soft voice: "Oh, and the next time, it's my turn first." Taking Turns I went back to Oldfather's again where Lisa and I had frequented for years. Ever since she dumped me it hurt too much to do much of anything, especially go to that bar. But I finally decided to be a part of life again. I hoped that sooner or later I'd meet new friends and would then associate the place with them instead of Lisa. One night about two months ago I was up at the bar, which was where I usually sat when I was alone. I didn't like being in the spotlight like that, but I figured I wouldn't meet people if I weren't so noticeable. I definitely didn't knock my drink off the counter and crash it upon the floor on purpose, but if I hadn't I probably would never have known Gwynn. As I tried to handle the mess she crouched down beside me, and with a smile said, "Hi." I was surprised by how much that gesture touched me. As the waitress came and finished it up Gwynn suggested we sit at a booth where it was more comfortable. She said she had been noticing me and was wondering what I was writing. I told her it was many things: thoughts, stories, solutions, sometimes drawings. Anything to keep me from staring at nothing. Just so it would look like I had a purpose. She said she wanted to know what I felt like when I sat there alone. I told her it felt nothing like how I felt after the moment she said, "Hi". She smiled. Our hands somehow touched and we held on. Her smile didn't quit. Her eyes wouldn't let go. I didn't know anything about her, except that somehow she felt just as I did. Talking was magical. Years of layers around each of us were suddenly not there. It was as if the world no longer had meaning or presence. She said she had a friend who was so dear to her. I suddenly didn't know what to think or feel. Gwynn, I found out, has many friends. She is special in that way. My heart wanted to be a part of hers. I kept hold of her hands as she talked. She seemed to like that. My expression of consuming interest in every part of her remained fixed I as heard her speak dearly of her close friend. After a several minutes I heard her friend described as a 'she'. I couldn't feel my expression. From the swirling of so many emotions I lost sense of what was within me. I didn't know what to say or how to be. I just 'was' as my heart supported hers. She described to me the love and closeness they felt together. As I felt her I began to learn that there are so many kinds of friendship and love, so many parts of us that need so much. We felt something together, something deep within us that the other could reach inside and warmly touch. I didn't want to let her go. I didn't want to loose sight of her. I didn't want reality to return, but only to feel her through me, to feel alive inside again. The feelings between Gwynn and I literally drew us closer, our hands pulling us together. Her lips so soft, her eyes so deep. It couldn't be. We kissed, long and silently, conforming and warm. My hand by some mystical power pulled her around to my side of the booth where our arms wrapped around each other. We kissed so long, breaking only to feel her cheeks and neck with my lips. She held me tighter. Her mouth burned below my ear. Our inner selves awakened as we embraced the other's hidden and most protected depths. She held my cheek with her soft hands and looked into my eyes. My hands held her sides, my forearms brushing her breasts. Time was no longer. Forever was felt and tasted. She laid her hand upon my lap, her fingers floating across my overcome, heightened arousal for her. She rested upon it then lightly around it. It felt like the hands of a thousand women. My open lips kissed hers, echoing to her my returned, intense passion for her. She took my hand and held it firmly. With her eyes not leaving mine she slid slowly out of the booth, drawing me with her. We stood holding each other. I placed some bills on the table. Arm in arm we left not saying a word, not walking but riding what we felt together. My car appeared before us and my hand retrieved my key from, my pocket. With melting mouths she slipped into the front seat. As my door closed the world disappeared and there was only us. Our mouths hungrily devoured what was never consumed, but remained only to be tasted and felt again and again and again. Her hand found me and gripped firmly as we let go of more and more of ourselves, until even we were gone from the present but somewhere away in the universe together. She retrieved what was so fully aroused by her presence, by her touch, by her voice, by her eyes, by her entire being. She slid forward as my hand caressed up her skirt, and my fingers slid passed her soaked veil and entered her hot body. Our tongues echoed and amplified the arousing stimulation of our hands. Our surging breasts powered our contracting bodies. My lips felt the beating of her pulsing heart upon her neck as her sharp inhales heralded the clamping of my fingers from her burning rapture. Gathering her breath she leaned over and took me in her mouth. Panting fiercely her head rose and fell with her moans. My hand glided under her skirt and panties and cupped her warm buns as I felt the warmth and intensity of her lips and tongue stroke the variations along my length. My thighs tightened and squirmed, my panting matched hers as she drew me harder and longer. My quivering hands softly stroked her long, soft, copper brown hair as I uttered, "Are you sure?" My thighs flinched and my right hand gripped her side as my body released. Her moans doubled, her head rocked faster as I felt her suck load after load after load. My tip became so sensitive that my hands tried unavailingly to steady her, but finally pulling her off me and up to where our lips could again be warmed by the other's. Our faces melted again together as our tongues tasted me. Breathing heavily we rested against each other. "I'm so late," she said. "Kayla will be worried. Please come meet her tomorrow night. She would like that so much," Gwynn asked. "How do you know?" I asked. "I know her," she said kissing me again. "We would love to have you," she continued. "I would like that," I said, feeling what she felt. I arrived at Kayla's the next night at the agreed upon time. Gwynn greeted me at the door with a warm hug. Smiling shyly at me, Kayla put her arm around Gwynn's waist. Kayla was in a sleeveless, white button down blouse and dark blue shorts. "Kayla, meet Rich," Gwynn said. Kayla extended a hand and I held it. "I'm very happy to meet you, Kayla," I said. Smiling, she said "I'm glad to meet you, too." They ushered me to her living room. The three of us sat warmly on her couch with Gwynn in the middle. Kayla and Gwynn talked about various matters. As I watched Gwynn I began to feel again what I felt with her the night before. Gwynn laid her hand upon my thigh as she proudly told Kayla about me, about what she saw for weeks. Kayla became as deeply transfixed with Gwynn as I did, and her expression echoed how I felt. But who was bewitched by whom? My heart raced within me as Kayla tenderly kissed Gwynn's shoulder. Kayla's hand caressed Gwynn's arm as mine would. Gwynn's voice heightened as she talked, each of us breathing more heavily. Kayla put her hand on Gwynn's thigh, then up to her breast as Gwynn turned to her. Kayla took her mouth with hers. Breaking from Kayla, Gwynn turned to me and tongued my mouth as Kayla slid her hand up Gwynn's blouse, cupping Gwynn's breast. "Oh, god!" Gwynn moaned over and over. Kayla started lifting up Gwynn's top and by some consuming power I helped her. Gwynn's thin bra and soft skin were exposed as our lips again sucked tightly. Kayla removed Gwynn's bra in and instant and reached around from behind to hold her breasts. Kayla pulled Gwynn backwards until her lips replaced mine upon Gwynn's. I held and caressed Gwynn's bare, aroused breasts below me as the two of them kissed and tongued wetly. Gwynn's tummy heaved with passion as I played with her nipples. My eyes drank in her open legs below me. I imagined Gwynn's cunt within her jeans. Her hips rocked as if aching for more. Wanting it, needing it, demanding it, requiring it. Gwynn pulled at Kayla's long blonde hair as my hand gripped Gwynn's jeaned pussy tightly. My thumb and fingers rubbed her hot crotch as her breasts heaved all the more until she came hard, squirming fitfully on the couch between Kayla and me. Gwynn's hands frantically groped at Kayla's blouse, desperately struggling to remove it. Gwynn managed to rise up, roll over and push Kayla backwards against the arm of the couch. With her breasts free, Gwynn feverishly worked on removing Kayla's blouse while I massaged Gwynn's pussy from behind. With a whip of her hand, Gwynn unsnapped her own jeans for me and went back to Kayla's breasts. I slid Gwynn's jeans down to her knees, panties and all, revealing her ass and burning pussy. My tongue dived upon her bung, then slid down to her drenched cunt, licking her hard and drinking her lust for me. My tongue flirted around her bung until it slid in over and over and over, then down again to her pussy and up again for more pleasure. I heard Gwynn lapping at Kayla's nipples as Gwynn moaned uncontrollably. I slid off the couch and kneeled beside Kayla's grinding hips. I held and massaged Kayla's pussy through her shorts. I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and slid them down. Gwynn let loose of her long enough to help me remove them from her, then she dived down and buried her face deep in her snatch as Kayla lightly held her head. I sucked in Kayla's nipples, alternating between them by my pleasure. Kayla grabbed my cheeks and pulled me to her mouth. We French kissed deeply as Kayla orgasmed from Gwynn's mouth. Kayla thrashed and sucked my air and tongue as her body convulsed from Gwynn's mouth. Kayla writhed and moaned loudly as tongues and hands and pussy covered and devoured her. Kayla began to roll towards me, pushing me back onto the floor as she rolled atop me. Gwynn grabbed at my pants and undid them as Kayla un-tucked my shirt. Kayla's mouth roaming down my neck and between my ears. Gwynn lowed my pants as my hands cupped Kayla's breasts. Before I knew it Gwynn's hot cunt slipped down my stiffness. She fucked me as she wished, how she wished, the way she wished as I sucked Kayla's breasts even harder. Kayla's wet kisses slid down my chest and tummy until, as if some cue was given, Gwynn lifted off me and Kayla's mouth engulfed me. Gwynn moved around and straddling above my face, lowered her cunt onto my face. My tongue lavished her cunt as Kayla sucked me. I do not know why I hadn't already squirted; I was so stiff it almost hurt. Kayla slid her cunt down me while the two of them kissed and petted each other's breasts. Kayla lifted up and paused when I got close. As I licked Gwynn's juices I felt a finger run along my tongue. It was Kayla's. Kayla played in Gwynn's cunt along side my tongue. As Gwynn was about out of control in orgasm I grabbed her ass above me and pulled her down me a bit so my tongue could play in her bung. Kayla laid down atop me and sucked Gwynn's cunt as she wished. Gwynn's body trembled between my steadying hands as orgasms shot through her body. Both girls lifted off me as Kayla doggied. Gwynn's mouth jumped to her upward ass. I kneeled beside her and we both licked an sucked her rim like two kittens fighting for the same nipple. Gwynn went lower to her pussy and I took over her ass, sliding my tongue deep into her tight hole. Gwynn reached back and gripped my bloated cock. She pulled it forward towards Kayla's ass. Gwynn slid on the carpet towards the couch and to Kayla's face as the two of them French kissed. Gwynn patted Kayla's ass, then slapped it, motioning me with her forefinger to fuck it. I slid my tip the length of her crack several times as the two girls took turns sucking and messaging each other's nipples. I fucked deep in Kayla's ass as Gwynn's fingers slid deep into Kayla's muff. Kayla collapsed in orgasm as my balls pounded her pussy. Gwynn held Kayla's moaning mouth tight between her breasts as I fucked harder and deeper, finally squirting my loads into her hot ass. She screamed with pleasure as her ass and cunt were stroked at the same time by two lovers. We collapsed beside each other, spooning side by side as our hands and arms and legs and tongues roamed. Kayla was between us as Gwynn and I each took a nipple, and felt her quivering pussy. The three of us French kissed together, our tongues playing and sliding and penetrating where they may. We kissed cheeks, felt hips, breasts, hips, pussies, cock. "We not letting you out of our site," Kayla said. "Maybe you could make good use of me by assigning me the cooking and cleaning," I suggested with a smile. Gwynn looked at me and seductively said, "You wont have time for that," as she played with my cock, making it grow for her. The two of them played and stroked an pulled and licked until Gwynn said, "Come to bed. Let's do this right." We went to Kayla's bedroom where Gwynn laid on her back with her legs open. "I've been wanting this all night." Pointing to her pussy she said, "Fuck here." I laid atop her and fucked in furiously as Kayla rubbed and played with Gwynn's nipples. I didn't stop until I shot into her my cream. "There," she said, "That hit the spot." Gwynn rolled over and hugged Kayla laying beside her. I laid down on Kayla's side so Gwynn and I could hold Kayla between us. "Hey," Kayla said to me after a moment, "Don't get too relaxed. You owe me one." "I owe you hundreds," I said, "Thank you for having such a wonderful friend." "Are you going to let him get away with that?" Gwynn asked Kayla. "No," she answered mischievously. "You have to go to work tomorrow. I have tomorrow off, remember? Forgive me if I haven't managed to find time to cook dinner." Gwynn kissed Kayla, and held her all the closer. Taking Turns I lay on the bed beside Sarah in the warm afterglow of amazing sex. Our passion when we are together burns as hot as a thousand suns, and I always loved those relaxing moments afterwards. I was prone on my belly as she gently stoked and rubbed my shoulders and back, her gentle administrations and soft, loving words caressing away my stress like gentle waves caressing a secluded beach. My lover knew what she was doing, and I often found myself wondering how I'd been lucky enough to find her. Our lovemaking was as varied as the patterns of snowflakes. We both felt free to discuss any fantasies that came to our mind, and then we satisfied almost each and every one. The only rule we had when it came to sex was that anything can be suggested, and almost anything goes, although we'd agreed on two exceptions. We both had to be monogamous--not a problem since neither of us wanted to share the other with anyone else--and we would never intentionally cause the other pain. Though I suspected we might find other things one of us didn't care for, at this point those were the only two we'd shot down: group sex and pain. This left many options open, and we loved trying to come up with new kinky ideas to surprise our lover. We'd only been together for a few months, but already I knew I'd never been happier or more open relationship. In our most recent session, I'd lovingly tied her wrists to the headboard with two silk ties and slowly, teasingly sampled every inch of her soft woman-flesh. Sarah was known more for her insatiable thirst for cum than she is for her patience, and it turned me on so to fan the flames of her desperate lust. I'd kissed and licked every place on her body, taking my time and deliberately avoiding her warm pussy even as the copious moisture glistened and dripped from her lovely lips. Though I've never thought of myself as a foot-fetish kind of guy, I had spent many, many minutes in that last session teasing her feet, sucking on each toe in turn, licking between those toes, and slowly, softly licking the sole of each foot. The tickling sensation had almost proven too much for her, but after a minute or so of adoring her pretty feet, she began to moan with intense pleasure. Her pussy juices were flowing by the time I was done, and when I finally gave in to her pleadings and crawled up her body to lick her ass while fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit, she exploded. I'd planted my mouth on her gushing womanhood and drank like a thirsty man at a trough of cool water. Then I had untied her hands and turned her over, helping her bring her knees up so her ass was poised scrumptiously in the air. Then I'd taken her pussy from behind, the way we both love it, and fucked her with a primal need. Making her wait had meant making me wait too, and when I finally sank my cock in that warmth, I was delirious with my own desire. When I reached the point of no return, I had quickly turned her over yet again. I placed my throbbing cock between her bountiful tits, gently squeezed them together and humped those gorgeous globes as she licked at the head of my cock. She was rewarded with a large load of pent-up manjuice as I spurted heavily into her mouth, temporarily satisfying her thirst for my cum. So now I lay there exhausted as she cuddled against me, caressing my back and shoulder muscles. I thought she must be as exhausted as I, but I should have known better. You see, my lover never gets tired of sex, and she wasn't relaxing. She wasn't recharging or recuperating. She was scheming and planning her own assault, for we are both submissive and both dominant in this relationship. We take turns. I felt her hands moving lower on my body until she was caressing my ass with her fingertips with a touch as soft as dandelion fluff. She moved down my body and began kissing each cheek. "Oh baby," she whispered. "Do you have any idea how much I love that cute little ass of yours?" "Do you, now?" I asked, wondering where this was heading. "Yes, I surely do," she said, parting my cheeks and running her tongue down my crack. "It's just so damn yummy!" Her tongue entered my ass for one warm, wonderful moment and then she withdrew. I felt her breasts trailing up my back as she moved up the bed, grabbed the silk ties and tied my own hands to the bed. Satisfied that I was sufficiently helpless, she began whispering in my ear. "I want to fuck you now, baby." She reached across the bed, opened a drawer in the nightstand and removed a purple dildo I'd never seen before. It was just about the same size as my own substantial cock She waved it in my face first ensuring I saw what she'd shopped for in secret, then began rubbing it across my shoulder muscles. "Will you let me fuck you?" she asked, her voice as soft as butterflies whispering. She clicked a button and the cock began to vibrate softly against my skin. "I'm not sure about this, baby." "Why, lover? You have fucked my ass on many occasions. I think I should get a turn to show you how incredible it feels." "But it looks like a cock. I mean, it's just you and me--I understand that--but still, well, it just makes me a tad nervous." I said, already feeling a apprehensive but exciting fire flaring in my belly. "Good nervous or bad nervous?" she asked, turning off the vibrating dildo. I hesitated only for a minute before folding like a dollar-store lounge chair. "Good nervous. I have butterflies in my gut." "Butterflies? Oh my sweet, sweet boy. Trust me, okay? I just want to take you places where you've never been," she said. Then she giggled. "I want to be the one to take that virgin ass of yours, baby." She kissed her way down my back. She switched the vibrator back on, and the tip of that fake cock followed every inch, buzzing its way down my spine and softly probing between my cheeks. She reached for the drawer again and brought out a tube of lubricant. "I'll be ever so gently, sweetie. Just relax and enjoy the ride." I nodded my head before burying my face in the pillow. The sound of the vibrator abruptly ceased, and then I felt her hands rubbing lotion on my cheeks and down my crack. Her finger entered my anal rose, preparing me for what was to come. I felt her finger gently probing my ass. "Doesn't that feel good?" she asked. "Yes, it does," I admitted. "Very good." I felt more lubricant being poured down my crack. "I'm going to try two fingers now," she said. My muscled ring tensed for just a second before both of her digits slid inside. She began working them in and out of my ass. I began to relax and let her have her way. As soon as I did, the feelings turned incredibly pleasurable. I could feel her fingers stroking in and out of me. It felt wonderful, and I moaned. "Oh my! My baby is enjoying this, isn't he?" "Oh yes." "Then I think you're ready for the next step." She removed her fingers, and I found I missed the fullness. I turned my head and saw her lubing her dildo. "I wish you could see how sexy your ass looks, sweetie. All puckered and vulnerable and begging for more! Damn, but you have the cutest little tushie!" Then she spread my cheeks with one hand and I felt the head of her fake cock at my opening. "Just relax, baby, and let me take you right where you want to go." There was a brief moment of pressure--not pain--as she guided the head of the dildo past my anal ring. I gasped but then it was inside me. She held it still while my ass became used to the size. Then she started guiding it in and out, going a little deeper with each stroke. "Oh baby, this is so sexy!" she squealed. "I could watch this going in and out of you all day! It makes my pussy wet just watching your ass swallow it all up!" She was caressing my cheeks as she glided the fake cock in and out of me. She kissed my cheeks. "Oh, you are doing so good for your first time, baby!" There was real glee in her voice. "My sexy, sexy man!" She had me lift up while she placed a couple of pillows under my belly. The dildo seemed to have more room as I felt it gliding deeper inside me. She switched on that damn button and my ass began to gently buzz. It was intensely pleasurable as it massaged my ass and prostate. The hand that had been caressing my cheeks now reached between my legs. Her fingers encircled my cock and found it hard as a granite statue. "Oh baby!" she exclaimed. "I really want to watch this going in and out of your beautiful ass, but I have an idea. Pull your knees up closer to your chest and spread your legs wider." I did as she requested. She continued to piston the gently vibrating toy in and out of my ass with one hand but turned to lay on her back and scoot beneath me. My cock brushed her face, and then she opened her mouth and took me inside. She sucked my real cock while fucking my ass with her fake one. So many pleasant sensations were assaulting my senses that it was almost too damn good. I began to moan in earnest now, and I found myself pushing back against her buzzing toy then pushing my hips down again to fuck her wonderful mouth. This went on for several minutes until I felt the cum boiling up in my balls. "Oh my god!" I shouted. "I'm going to cum so hard!" "Give it to me, baby! Yummy! I want to taste your cum, sweetie. Fill my belly! Cover me in your juices, lover!" she squealed in ecstasy between slurps on my cock. I came harder than I ever had in my life, spurt after spurt of hot cum splashing the back of her throat. Even though my lover craved cum in her mouth more than anyone I'd ever met, she was quite unprepared for this torrent of hot, creamy juice. There was no way she could swallow it all, and as I held myself up on my arms and looked beneath me, I saw it running out of the corners of her mouth. She pulled my cock from her mouth as two more thick ropes splashed her face. I could feel my ass spasm around the dildo as wave after wave of cum erupted from my cock. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "So much cum!" Still my cock twitched, the cum river finally drying up to a trickle which she used to paint her nipples while gently stroking my member. Still my ass spasmed around the vibrator although the cum reservoir had apparently dried up. "Oh, sweetie! Damn, I love you so much, baby," she said, licking my cum from her lips and rubbing it into her skin. My ass had a hold on her fake cock like a set of vise-grips, but then I finally began to relax. I had to catch my breath, and my skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. It had been the strongest, most powerful orgasm I'd ever had--hell, by a factor of ten. As my sphincter gave up it's death grip on that dildo, she slowly pulled it out. I lay on the pillows, spent and in awe. She quickly untied my hands and rolled me over. Her mouth found mine and she planted a deep, wet, cum-flavored kiss on my lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth hungrily as she shared the flavor. She moved my sweaty hair away from my eyes and kissed me again and again. "I love you so much, baby," she said, staring into my eyes. "I love you too, darling! That was incredible!" Again we lay together in the delicious afterglow, just holding one another and planting tiny kisses on each others skin. After about ten minutes had passed, I heard her giggle. "What?" I asked. "Your turn!" she said. Taking Turns This is just a work of fiction, hope you enjoy. My girlfriend and I have an agreement: we trade off or rather, take turns. What that means is that each Monday I roll a die to see how many days she gets to use a strap-on on me. Sometimes it's an entire week sometimes it's 1 day, whichever it is we go by it. This morning I rolled a 3. So for the next 3 days she gets to fuck me all she wants and I, like the good little bitch I have to be, just get fucked. I never know what strap-on she'll use, we have a nice collection of them ranging in sizes and shapes. Some are small but curved just right for maximum effect. Others are massive, just huge pieces of sexual delight that stretch me out and make me cum. If it wasn't for the fact that I love pussy so much I'd be the biggest cock whore around. I mean I truly LOVE getting fucked in the ass. The feel of it. The kinky satisfaction it gives me when I cum over and over while being filled with something hard. She decides that we're going out today, she goes into the bedroom and gets her bag where she'll put the strap-on and lube plus whatever else we might need (towels, blankets whatever). I go put on a pair of jogging pants and a jock. My dick and balls are simply too big to go without underwear but the jockstrap is perfect, it keeps everything in place while leaving my ass hole uncovered for easy access. I know that all she'll be wearing underneath her pants is the harness. Just thinking about what's in store is causing me to get hard but I've got to keep it under control, this is a marathon not a sprint. 3 days is a lot of fucking so there's plenty of time to get excited. We get in the car, the bag setting pretty in the back seat like a prom queen teasing her date. The anticipation is one of the things I love the most. I mean yes the sex is amazing and important but the wait...oh man the wait is what gets me. Just knowing that my beautiful girlfriend if going to fuck me and I won't know with what is just delicious. The tension almost has a taste and it tastes a lot like cum and sweat. We drive around talking about our day. Just connecting after being apart all day. This is important I think to any relationship, that reconnection you need to do each day by letting that other person into your world again. Sex (pardon the pun) comes and goes but the mental aspect holds you together. We keep driving around, she's doing this on purpose the minx, till finally she heads toward the park. One of my favorite places for taking her. We first met here, 2 years ago, and every so often we'll pack a bag and go on one of the trails for a little picnic. Looks like this time it's my turn to be the main course. As we pull down the drive that leads into the park I look over and see a sly smile spread across her face. She's up to something beyond the obvious. I'm not worried really, I know she won't do something dangerous but I am curious as to what she's thinking of. We park the car and get out, she grabs the bag before I can get it, and sets off toward our favorite trail. Not many people use this one, it's a rough climb. VERY steep in places. Out of all the times we've came here I think we've only ever met 2 people on this trail and the last time was over a year ago. We walk/jog this trail nearly everyday, we both like to stay in shape and be fit and this trail gives one hell of a cardio workout. Today though we take our time just walking and talking. She still has that maddening sly smile on her face. I'm not just curious now I'm horny. I know that smile. I know this woman. Whatever it is it's going to be something special. I can not wait. We head up a side path that is a, at times, near vertical climb. The park staff over the years have added a rope guide to hold on to as you climb. I mean this is a mean ass climb but the view from up top in amazing. You can see a huge section of the park stretch out beneath you, the trees and grass and wild flowers are just beautiful. She gets out the blanket and spreads in on the ground. We lay on it, looking at the clouds and catching our breath. Just beautiful. She reaches over and pulls down my pants and jock and starts to suck me. She loves oral as much as I do, both in giving and receiving. We've never had a problem with any aspect of sex really, she's open to everything just like I am. I raise my hips up and she pulls my pants and jock completely off never once taking my dick from her mouth, I pull my shirt off and feel the breeze and sun on me. She stops only long enough to pull her top and bra off then turning around so that I can take off her pants. Just like I thought she's only wearing the harness. I start eating her out, just sucking her clit and lips, driving my tongue as deeply into her pussy as I can, tasting her juices. She has without doubt the best tasting pussy of any woman I've been with. After a few minutes my face is covered by her 'juices' and she moans loudly as she cums. I follow a few seconds later with my own orgasm. She turns and looks at me, just smiling that smile of hers, asks me if I'm ready. FUCK yes I'm ready! She tells me to raise up and turn around, to stick my ass out and not peek. I do it, my body is just tingling with excitement, butterflies in my stomach and even tho I just came I start getting hard again. The excitement is just fucking incredible. We've never done this outside before, and I'm truly scared of someone coming and seeing me get the hell fucked out of my ass by my girlfriend. She squeezes some lube on my ass, pressing a couple of fingers into me, just slowly working them in and out, occasionally tapping my prostate to get me primed. She pulls her fingers out and moves behind me, I feel her press the head against my opening and push. It pops thru and it's big, the head is massive! She pulls out and pops it back in again, sliding more into me as she does. She whispers to me to get ready, and then pushes. It IS big! It's stretching me out more than I ever have been. She pulls it nearly out and then drives it back into me, I grunt from the size of this thing. She tells me that it's new and big. Bigger than 'Buzzard' the 8 inch we bought last year. She keeps pulling nearly out and sliding back in more and more, I'm fuller than I've ever been and it's still going in, till finally I feel her legs against mine. She reaches around and starts jacking my dick, using the pre-cum that's coming out like a leaky faucet to slick it up. She starts pumping into me, first long and slow than short and hard. I'm moaning and growling as she changes her speed and tempo. It's fucking amazing! She settles on a nice long stroke that drives me wild, I can hear myself telling her to fuck me, asking her for more. Begging. After a while, I truly don't know how long it's been, I cum. No touching anymore just the friction in my ass setting me off. The orgasm is hard, I jerk and pull away trying to get this monster out of my overly sensitive ass but she just grabs hold of my hips and pounds into me harder. I'm grunting and moaning, making noises I've never made before as she keeps up her pace. I can't believe the feeling, it's like every pleasure nerve in my body has suddenly moved into my ass and she's hitting them all. I hang my head down leaning on my arms, just trying to hold on to my thoughts but I can't. My minds drifting on and off with each stroke, like a set of windshield wipers on high. I cum for a third time, crying out at the intensity. Finally I feel her stiffen behind me, as she has her own orgasm. She lays on my back panting, I can feel her hard nipples on my skin as she rubs them over me, shuddering as they add to her pleasure. She pulls out, I can feel the coolness of the air on my ass, and I reach back to feel my opening. It's huge, 3 fingers fit inside without any problem. I turn and look at her, she leaning back, panting from exertion, the dildo sticking up from her hips. The thing is a monster, WAY bigger than Buzzard. It's thick, with heavy realistic veins running up and down it's length and a wide head triangular that touched everything. I reach over and grasp it, stroking it. I can't believe that I had the entire thing in my ass. I can't believe just how good it felt either. I lay down beside her, pulling the harness off of her as she rolls over on my stomach kissing me. Her nipples are still hard, like pebbles and her pussy is still so wet that I can feel her juices run down my leg. She just looks at me, kisses me gently and with that same maddening smile she wore on the way over here asks me if I'm ready for the next 3 days. How can you not love a woman like this. End. Taking Turns "You're not trying to get me drunk, are you?" Lee leaned over and whispered into Edward's ear as she watched their co-worker's back disappear towards the men's room. "Now why would I do that?" he asked, grinning at her. "Because you remembered my favorite drink, even though it was from five months ago, and I haven't mentioned it since," she said, clinking her cocktail glass against his. "Do you remember what we did that night that you told me about your favorite drink?" She dropped her hand to his thigh, which was so conveniently touching hers, him having so conveniently sat next to her, and left it there to steady herself. "Are you kidding? Of course I remember what we did." "Well then why do you think it'd be so easy for me to forget anything from that night?" He picked her hand up from his leg, his rough fingers grasping an extra moment onto her long thin ones, and deposited it back onto her own leg, and rolled his eyes in the direction their co-worker had gone. Lee rolled her eyes back, and puffed out grumpily. She flapped the tablecloth further up their legs, then re-deposited her hand on his thigh. "No one can see us," she purred, her young, smooth skin that smelled of cherries coming excruciatingly close – but not closing the distance – to his own cheek. She could feel him circle her tiny wrist with his hand, but as he was about to jerk it off him, she dug her nails into his khaki-covered leg. "Just leave it," she said, as their co-worker came back to the table. Lee stood up, deposited her napkin on the table, and leaned over to talk quietly, giving Edward a nice view down her halter-neck dress. "Can you order me a brownie sundae?" She asked, then headed towards the bathroom. By the time she got back, her dessert and a fresh drink were waiting for her, and the men were tucking into their after-dinner cocktails. Lee settled into her seat, and then found Edward's hand underneath the table. She pressed into it a small ball of soft cotton, some parts moister than others. Then she averted her eyes and tried not to laugh as she watched Edward struggle to shove the tiny material into his pocket. Their co-worker stood up again, flashing the company gold card. The moment his back was turned, Lee grinned broadly at Edward, giving him angel-cartoon-eyes. She delicately placed her fingertips in his crotch. "Yes, I thought so." He quickly grabbed her hand, and she thought he might twist it, but instead, he simply placed it back in her own lap. But he didn't stop there, as he had earlier. Instead, he entwined his fingers in her own, and then pulled the material of the front of her dress up. "Oh, I see someone is quite bare today," he whispered into her ear. He then pushed his fingers (with hers) inside of her. She jerked up ramrod straight and attempted to free her fingers. Since they were between a wall of her own vagina and his hand, they were trapped. "Edward, you know I don't..." "Does it really look like I care? It certainly feels like you like it. You're going to stain the seat of this fine establishment. Put your butt up about one inch, smooth your dress under it, then sit back down." She did as he ordered. She tried to jerk her hand free again, but he simply shoved it further inside of her. It was a crazy, head-bursting experience and she thought she might faint. He was inside of her, he was next to her, it felt like he was owning her entire body. Lost in herself, she almost cried out when she felt him roughly jerk his hand away and sit up straight in his seat. "Shall we?" He said, standing to take the credit receipt from his staffer and the two caught up momentarily in planning issues for the next day. Lee was left to shakily regain her balance, to try to re-enter normal headspace and forbid herself to tackle Edward and mount his hand in front of the entire restaurant. Instead, she shook her hair, straightened her dress, and followed them out of the restaurant. They wanted to continue drinking, but Lee demurred. She knew he would come for her. She hoped it wouldn't be too long, as she didn't want to be completely sleeped out and groggy, but Damn, she thought, he could come fuck me while I was dead to the world and I really wouldn't care. Let him use me like a total fuck toy, I couldn't be happier. It wasn't long before she heard fumbling and scratching at her hotel room door. She heard the door's lock whirr and clank halfway, then stop. Inebriated cursing sounded from the hall, and Lee scrambled to open it to Edward. He stood there, stomping on the card she'd slipped him inside of her little underwear bundle. "Your fucking pussy juice shorted out the card," he said loudly as she dragged him inside. He staggered around until she tipped him onto the bed, handing him a glass full of ice water. "Nice to see you still wear your size fucking one thousand pajamas," he slurred. But he stopped slurring when she whipped off her giant t-shirt and stood naked in front of him. She moved a little closer, taking the glass of ice water out of his hand and leaning to put it back on the nightstand. As she did, her breast brushed by his face, grazing him with the hardness of her nipple. He reached out his hands to grab them, but she leaned back. "Are you disobeying me?" He said. "Actually, I don't remember you giving any orders. You haven't really done anything except alert the neighbors to the juiciness of my pussy," she said, tipping her upper torso back and giving him an excellent view directly into that pussy, which she spread open with her fingers. Again, he reached out to claim her body, and she shifted away. "Let's play a game, OK?" she asked him, but didn't give him time to answer. As if he's going to say no to me, she thought. "It's called no touching." "What? Fuck that! That sounds like a stuuuuuuuupid game," he said, his fingertips just centimeters away from entering her. She credited herself with extreme restraint from simply throwing herself down and letting him do what he pleased. But this moment was all about him. "Just try it. Bet you can't," she leered at him. This would be too easy. He was a man, and throwing down that challenge was the easiest in the world. "So what's the deal?" "Just no touching. You can't touch me for the next ten minutes. Grab the bed, water, whatever. But nothing on me. Not my hair, not my breasts, not my ass, nothing. Got it?" "Yeah sure, I've got this. What do I get when I win?" She internally laughed at how he gave himself the assumption that he would, indeed, win. She looked at him again with angel-cartoon-eyes and whispered into his ear, making sure that her nipples knocked against his lips, "Anything you want. Ready?" "Yeah, sure, do your thing," he said confidently, leaning back on the bed on his elbows. Faster than he'd ever seen her move, her fingers assaulted his belt, flipping the catch and yanking it towards her. He immediately went to catch her wrist and as she looked up at him, he moved his hand back down. She had to hold back some snorted laughter. "Amateur," she whispered. She watched him watching her hands as they played at the front of his pants, caressing his hard-on from the outside, then fluffing around with the waistband where his underwear peeked out. "Remember the rules, OK?" she purred. Keeping her eyes on his, she lowered her face to his crotch, and rubbed her cheek against his pants, cat-like. Again, she sensed his hands rise to twine themselves into her hair, but he caught himself again. She unhooked his button with her lips and dragged down his zipper with his teeth. She could tell his hard-on was begging to be set free. Moving aside one flap of his jeans with her mouth, then the other, she was almost there. She sat up, her breasts bouncing, and whispered, "Help me with this," and she motioned to tug on his pants. Without wasting a second, he lifted up her hips, and she pulled down his pants and underwear, and his cock swung free. Hungry, she sucked him down, licking the pre-cum drops and suckling down the length of his shaft. From his position, he watched her head bob up and down. She let him pop out of his mouth, and he groaned, and she drew long sucking slides up and down his length. Her hands cupped at his balls, and she dove back down his length again. Edward could feel himself hitting the back of her throat, and realized there was no way he was winning this game. Well, actually, he was winning this game. Fuck it! He sat up, anchored his hands deep into her curly hair, and slammed her face so hard into his crotch that he felt himself bounce off the back of her throat and back again. She tightened her lips around him, sucking him as if he held some sort of elixir that would cure the world's problems. He used her mouth and head as if they were there for his pleasure alone, not even giving a moment's thought to choke factor or discomfort. From the moans Lee was purring, Edward could tell she was enjoying it as much as he was. He ripped her mouth off him to give her a moment's breather, which she used to grin and say, "You lose." "I beg to differ," he said, yanking her head back onto him with one hand, and with the other, reaching down to pull her nipple sharply away from her breast. "Now it's your turn," he said. "If you move, or do anything other than what I do to your face, your holes, your body, then you lose." She responded by sitting up straighter and tightening her lips around his cock, purring with excitement. Taking Turns I wake up to the darkness, my breasts aching and my pussy wet from need of you. Your scent surrounds me but there was only your empty pillow beside mine and your shirt that I wore. I can't have your kiss, your cock, you strong, hard body driving between my trembling thighs. I miss you. I miss you more than I can say. More than anything, more than ever. I switch on the bedside lamp and roll off my side of the bed into yours, burying my face against your pillow and drawing in your delicious scent. Earthy, spicy, masculine and so uniquely you that I would find your pillow amidst a million. Come back home to me, I moan helplessly. I need you. I lay on my back, one arm holding your pillow to my face as my hand moved from my collarbone where you love to nibble, down the full globes of my breasts. I whimper as my fingers find one nipple, pretending that the seductive digits are yours. I plump one breast, letting my fingertips caress it through your shirt, remembering how your hand touched me so gently the night before you had to leave. It has been three nights, damn you. Three agonizing nights when not even the best vibrator in the world could ease the need that seized my weeping pussy. Only your fingers, your mouth, your cock. Only you. I inhale your scent, letting it fill my head until I'm drowning from it before I allow my hands to lower down my abdomen, tracing the path your mouth had taken. I lift my knees and part my thighs as my body burned, hungered for yours. I caress my inner thighs with the back of my hands with soft strokes, mimicking your touch, before I walk my fingers to my aching clit. Heat, hunger. I arch my back as my middle finger touch my wet, aching clit. I circle it, lazily, just as you love to do with your tongue, like you have all the time in the world to savor me. Heat washes over me at the memory of your lips, of your face, wet with my cum. I move my finger, rubbing the tip beneath the hood, spreading my own cream around my hard, little clit, wishing it was your tongue. You're so good at that, giving head, eating pussy. You know just when to use the tip of your tongue on me as you use your fingers to hold the hood away to expose my clit. You know when to use the broad side of your tongue to lick my like a cat. And you know when to suck. You drive me crazy when you suck my clit into your mouth and lick the underside of it at the same time. You drive me wild that way. And you know that the right side of my clit is more sensitive than the left side, and you use that to your advantage. How many times have you driven me to orgasm while licking the right side of my clit, and driving two fingers inside my cunt, rubbing the secret spot there, the rough ridge of sensitive flesh, that only you know about? That only you have cared to find? I shudder again, as my finger finds that spot you love. I'm so wet. I wish you were here. You would know exactly just what to do when I'm so wet like this. I slide two fingers inside my pussy, my juices leaking between soft, swollen lips. My thighs are drenched with my own cream. How I wish the moisture there was your cum. You always wash me, so shyly after you've come in me. And I always tell you that I don't mind. I like having your cum in or on me, whether in my pussy, in my mouth, on my breasts, or on my thighs. I love to bathe in your cum. I need your cum now. I move my fingers, desperate, burning. I fuck myself, thinking of you, of your body. I let go of your pillow, needing both hands now. I fuck myself, driving two fingers deep inside my pussy while the fingers of my other hand circle my clit, lifting moisture from there so that I can slide one finger up my ass. I feel so empty without you, so fucking empty. I circle my anus with my index finger, thankful that my juices have spilled down there as well. I cry out as the tip of my finger slide up my anus, and I move my hand. Dark delights, dark hunger. So empty, so hungry. I arch my hips, feeling my fingers meeting between the thin barrier between my anus and pussy. And I cry out again as searing pleasure sizzled in my veins, heating me, burning me. But it's not enough. Not enough! My fingers send fire down my pussy upon entry, while the one in my ass burns me when I pull it out. I add one more finger to the two in my weeping pussy and desperately thumbed my throbbing clit. My juices spill from me, dripping down my thighs, soaking my hands, and I cry out your name as the heat flare, finally exploding. My body trembles and shudders as my muscles flex and tighten on my fingers, pretending that I was milking your hard cock. But even though I can bring myself to orgasm, no matter how hard or how high I go, it's never enough without you. I wait for the pleasure to subside, for my tremors to still, before I pull my fingers from out of my pussy and my ass, and, feeling emptier, I push the pillow aside. My eyes widen and you smile. You are there, standing at the foot of the bed, bathing in soft yellow light, your dark eyes burning with lust as your hand fist your cock in slow strokes. You were watching me, enjoying the show, being driven to the brink by the moves my body made and my cries and your name spilling from out of my lips as I fuck myself. Your hand moves faster on you cock, and I can see pre-cum sliding from the tiny slit, and you start to moan. I lick my lips. It's my turn to watch now. Taking Turns We're getting used to each other's bodies now. We're just past the get-to-know-you stage and we're ready to try something new and exciting. We decide to indulge each other in one request each. We know each other well enough to know that neither one of us will push beyond acceptable boundaries. "Ladies first," you say, so I lead you over to a large overstuffed chair and sit you down in it. You watch me as I slowly take off my clothes. I unbutton my blouse and you see a peek of my black lacy bra. I lean over to kiss you and you get an eye-full of cleavage. I stand up and slowly pull the blouse out of my skirt. Your eyes go past the see-through lace of my bra and zero in on my nipples that have become hard and erect. I slowly unzip my skirt in the back. I push it down over my hips and as you reach for me I step back out of your reach. You moan but flop back into the chair. The skirt falls to the floor. I kick off my shoes and your gaze moves from my red painted toenails underneath the stockings, past my calves, over my knees, up to my thighs where the thigh highs end. You smile. I slowly begin to roll one stocking down, down over my leg. I put my foot on your crotch and allow you to take the stocking all the way off. For the next leg, I turn so you can see my ass in my black thong. I sit down on your lap, pushing my ass into your crotch as I take off the other stocking. You're kissing my neck now and up to my ear lobe, which you gently suck into your mouth. I arch my head back and up and your lips travel up my jaw. I turn my head and our lips meet again for a short deep kiss. I stand up before you and undo my bra. Slowly I reveal one perfect, round breast and then the other. My nipples are deep pink and hard, just begging to be kissed. I lean over so you can take one into your mouth. You lick around one nipple while your thumb rubs over the other one. I straighten up to take my panties off and you see that I am shaved. You let out a slow soft groan as you take me in. I lean over and pull your t-shirt up and over your head. I undo your belt buckle and take your pants and underwear off in one smooth motion. Your clothes join mine on the floor. As I undress you, you rake your gaze slowly over my naked body. You tell me I'm beautiful. You call me a goddess and I melt onto the floor at your feet. I see the chain tattoo that is around your pelvic area. I see the dangling gold ball belly pierce that you are wearing and your perfectly shaved, smooth private area. Your dick is long and thick. I lick my lips in anticipation. I look into your eyes and smile. I slowly lick your tattoo while my hands reach underneath you and knead your ass. My tongue works up to your pierce, around, and then down again, taking its time to find your fabulous cock. I take all of you in my mouth and lick and suck until you are rock hard and moaning. Your fingers are in my hair, pushing my mouth onto you farther, deeper. Your dick is so soft and velvety smooth. So thick and hard. I push you all the way into my mouth to my throat. Your head falls back on the chair as you moan and say my name over and over and over, "Annie, Annie, Annie..." I stand up, straddle you in the chair, and move up and down, while your dick rubs against my clit. You take both breasts in your hands and bring one to your mouth. You alternate your mouth on my nipples, devouring my breasts while you move your dick slowly and steadily against the outside of me. I'm writhing in pleasure, with my thighs rubbing tightly against yours, my tits in your mouth and hands, my clit pushing against you. I arch my back, push my tits hard into your mouth, throw my head back and revel in the intense feelings you are giving me. The pleasure is building, building and just as I am about to climax, I push you inside of me. We move together, rocking into each other. I come hard and fast. I feel the spasms rock my body and then slowly subside. I pull off of you just as you climax, and your cum pours all over my breasts. You rub it in as I move against you and enjoy a few aftershocks of electricity. You stand up and carry me with my legs wrapped around you up to the big king size bed. We lay on the bed softly caressing our fingers over each other's bodies while we talk softly. I feel you begin to get hard again. I say it's your turn now You look into my eyes and you say, "You know what I want, Annie." You climb on top of me upside down, flip me over so I'm on top of you, and we lick each other leisurely for a while, enjoying the taste of each other. Your body feels so good and I rub my hands up and down your thighs, around your balls and up and down your dick. My mouth moves up and down in rhythm with yours as you lick and probe, consume and drink in my juices. I feel you slowing down so I roll off of you. Your strong arms whip me up and back on to the bed with a bounce. You straddle me and kiss me savagely. The smell of my perfume is driving you wild. You're breathing hard as you sit up and play with and tease my nipples, flicking them with your thumb and dipping down to lick them. You can taste your cum on me and you grow more excited. I beg you to put all of my breast into your mouth but you continue teasing me until I think I can't stand it another second and you finally suck first one breast and then the other, surrounding them with your warm mouth and soft tongue. You're getting rougher and kissing my tits harder and faster now. I wrap my legs around your waist. I can feel your chest caressing my pussy as I writhe and move underneath you, my feet rubbing your ass. As you kiss me harder my pace picks up until we are in a frenzy of passion. My hands cling tightly to your arms as we move together. Suddenly you stop and pull back. You pull my knees to my chest and open my legs to you. You lick me softly, up and down, from asshole to clit, pushing your tongue into me, driving me wild. Your thumb works my nub as I moan and writhe and push up into you. You motion for me to roll over. As I do so you get behind me and caress my ass and my hips and kiss up and down my spine. I am on my knees, my hands down on the bed, my head bent between my arms. Slowly you enter me and it feels different but good, and we begin moving with each other. You hold my hips as the pace picks up. You move from an achingly slow pace to faster and harder until you are slamming into me, your hands digging into my hips, your balls smacking into my legs. You vary your pace from slow to fast over and over. We bring each other to the brink and then slow down again, stretching out the pleasure, not wanting it to end. We are both breathing heavily as we smack into each other. Your hands are digging into my hips. I can feel your dick rub against my clit in this position and I feel myself spiraling into a sweet, hard orgasm that I cannot stop--don't want to stop. I let go and feel my body explode into a million pieces of ecstasy. You pump harder and harder, ramming your dick in and out of me. I hear your breathing break into a moan and you stop, call out my name, push into me once more, and climax hard into me. We fall into a heap on the bed, spooning, my back against your hard body, your arms holding me tight. You roll me over and give me a long, sensuous kiss. You wrap me in your arms and we drift off to sleep content, boneless and happy. Taking Turns This is the story of the first and only man I've been with sexually. I had reached early middle age and found myself horny all the time and up late jacking off to internet porn. I especially found myself watching a lot of blow job scenes. I don't get enough or very good head from the wife, and I would occasionally cruise craigslist thinking jeez it would be easy to get a guy to give me an NSA blowjob. Doing that also gets me thinking a little naughtier, like well maybe I'd return the favor even. Sometimes watching blowjob scenes I'd imagine I was the giver as well as the receiver. After months of thinking this way I finally get of the nerve to contact a guy who, like me, is married, and needs total discretion. We were both in our early 40s and getting antsy about getting older and not getting enough sex, curious about trying something new, and just wanting to get off more than our wives are interested in. It was my first time trying anything sexual with a man, and it started off as hey let's just jack off together and see if we like that, neither of us having done anything like it before. His name was James and he is an in-shape average white guy, like myself. Our first meeting, at his house while his wife was out, we had a beer, watched some porn and jacked off sitting beside each other on the couch, kind of self consciously giving each other a hand by the end of the session. It was odd, but not awkward enough that we didn't meet again. I was intrigued by holding his stiff cock in my hand. I could describe that meeting in more detail, but I want to get to the good bits here! At our next meeting we got to jacking each other earlier, using lube and getting much more into the hand jobs than watching the porno. I ended up getting off the couch and between his legs on my knees to access his cock better and really give it a good stroking with both hands. He has a nice cock, I'm thinking to myself, it's cut and similar to mine, but a bit longer. I push down around the base of his cock with a ring made by the index finger and thumb of my left hand, while I stroke him up and down with a rotating motion with my right hand. He wiggled his butt to the edge of the couch, laid back and moaned away. I got lost in the moment, dedicated to the task at hand. I shifted one hand to cup and tug at his ballsack which was hanging off the edge of the couch. Pretty soon he was reaching his climax and when he did he lifted himself off the couch a bit straining towards me while his cock erupted, shooting a heavy load onto his belly and over my hands. I found myself pleased and turned on to see that he is a big cummer; the first spurt went several feet up in the air. Between his labored breaths he thanked me and told me that was the best hand job he'd ever had. I was very stiff and stood up so he could see my erection bobbing before him. He sat up and stroked me with rapid hand motions; I wanted that release and with a loud groan soon let go, shooting my semen all over his chest and lap. After some embarrassed chuckling, and chit chat, I left his place with a naughty little smile on my face. On our third meeting he knelt between my legs and stroked me, and when I got close he surprised me by taking me in his mouth without asking and sucking slow and hard on my straining erection. God it felt really great, and I soon groaned "I'm going to cum." He pulled me out and stroked me off onto his face, his mouth open to catch some of my cum. God that was naughty and I couldn't stop thinking about for a week. Now at our next session, I say "Hey I have a fantasy, want to try it?" "Sure" he says. I knew there would be no hesitation, we were just a couple of horny guys wanting to get off. "OK here it is, we get naked and set an alarm to ring every two minutes. We alternate turns stroking and sucking each other. The goal is to try to hold off cumming when you're being treated, and to try to get the other guy to cum when it's his turn." I figured this has the purpose of prolonging the fun and also really getting into doing a good job with the other guy so you win. He eagerly consents and we go to the bedroom this time, strip down and flip a coin to see who starts. My heart is just pounding. I win the toss and tell him to sit down on the edge of the bed. With a grin on his face he says "You won the toss, don't you want me to start?" "Nice try buddy, but I aim to win" is my reply. I set my phone to chime every two minutes and then I get down on my knees between his legs and with one hand start massaging his balls while gently stroking him hard with the other. He had a partial to start with so it didn't take long. I bend down and kiss his throbbing red cockhead. "I'm glad we met James because I'm looking forward to sucking my first cock ever tonight and you have a really nice one" I tell him. "Oh god, me too" he says roughly, all trace of frivolity gone. I start swirling my tongue around his cockhead as I stroke him and I tip his cock up to the vertical and deliberately slobber all over it, letting my saliva run down and coat the upper part of his shaft. His cockhead is spongy and soft and feels nice in my mouth. After doing this for a while, I open my mouth wide and sink my head down on him as far as I can go. His cock fills my mouth and tickles the back of my throat making me gag a little. It feels very hot and hard in my mouth, I can't believe I'm doing this. I hold myself on him and cough and dribble more saliva onto his cock. Then I pull off slowly, squeezing my lips around him as I do until he pops out of my mouth audibly. "Damn...." he moans. I then start sucking him more vigorously, taking him as far as I comfortably can, about half way. I'm pulling on the base of his shaft with my hand as I do this and I can tell he's already holding back when the alarm rings. I don't stop sucking and he says "ok ok my turn," and he gets up off the bed and turns around. I follow him around on my knees, keeping my face in his crotch and sucking away on his big beautiful cock. "Hey no cheating" he says, pushing me off him and sitting me down on the bed. When he gets between my legs there's a raging hard on waiting for him. I'm so horny I don't know how I'm going to last through two minutes of him working my cock. He can swallow me much deeper, because my cock is a little shorter than his, and he's better at deepthroating. He just goes to town swallowing me deep, a couple times all the way to the base of my shaft, shaking his head back and forth with my cock straining in his hot wet mouth. It's like being fucked by an amazingly talented pussy. Then he comes up for air, breathing heavily while stroking me with his hand and rubbing my cockhead over his lips. The last time he does this before the alarm rings I'm consciously straining and willing myself to hold back from erupting on his face. I just slide out of his mouth and off the bed onto my knees in front of him, my body touching his and our cocks bouncing off each other. I have a brief urge to hold him to me and press my cock against him, but I have work to do. So placing my hands on his sides, I push him upwards and he gets the message and stands up so his crotch is in front of my face. I get busy worshipping his cock again, sucking it and stroking it while licking his balls, gripping his ass when I'm pulling him into my mouth. I'm determined to bring him to orgasm. I hear myself moaning while I do it, I lick his shaft from bottom to top, from both sides and underneath, then I open wide and bob my head up and down on his cock stopping on the downstroke to squeeze my tongue up against it and wiggle it around in my mouth. I'm trying to win, but I'm also really getting into having this stiff cock in my mouth and enjoying the taste and feel of it. I truly feels hot, not warm, against my tongue. When I guess my time is almost up, I take his cock out of my mouth, turn my head sideways and start nibbling on his shaft from underneath. "I want you to cum for me James, do it" I say looking up at his face. He is looking down at me glassily, eyelids drooping and mouth parted. Tugging on his balls, I close my eyes and kiss him firmly at the base of his shaft, my other hand stroking him. I look back up at him, catch his eyes and moan breathily "give me your load James." "Oh god, oh oh" and with a sudden rush he surprises me, his balls contracting and the underside of his shaft pulsing in my lips as he orgasms; the first spurt goes right over my head onto the bed but I get the rest on my face as I quickly run my tongue up the bottom of his shaft, his cock pulsing along the side of my nose and on my lips as I kiss the underside of his head. I feel his hot cum spray on my forehead, cheek and around my lips. The alarm rings and we both ignore it as I continue to lick his cock as it throbs down, tasting semen for the first time as it runs down my face and drips off my chin. "That was incredible dude" he compliments me. After cleaning him up for bit I stand up, my cock springingly hard, and he gets right down on his knees and takes me deep into his mouth. He sucks away vigorously and since I've already won I don't hold back at all and within probably 20 seconds I'm groaning loudly, emptying my load down his throat as I rock my hips back and forth, gently fucking his face. It feels like I'm cumming for a long time, just pouring it into him. He sucks it all down hungrily and doesn't stop until my cock starts softening. I'm quivering and humming softly, licking my lips to taste the cum collecting there. I feel like I'm about to faint and I collapse back onto the bed. He says "congratulations cocksucker you won, but I'll be looking for a rematch." I chuckle and tell him anytime.