0 comments/ 7969 views/ 1 favorites The First Encounter By: BikerRob You check you watch, it’s 9:30 A.M. It’s time. “Shit,” you whisper to yourself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You peek out the window just as a two door Mustang pulls up at the curbside. You watch as I climb out of the car and walk up your driveway. I am wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. I look the same as in the pictures I’ve sent you. You find your breathing accelerate as the knock comes on the door. “Maybe I shouldn’t answer it.” You think to yourself. You wait, knowing that this is a big decision you are about to make. It’s not that you think our relationship will get too serious – after all, we’ve both made it clear that this is all simply fun. Neither of us wants to end our marriage, we’re not looking for an “out”, or anything like that. But still, there is a difference between having a stranger in your home to fulfill fantasies, and sending erotic emails online. Finally you make the choice and open the door. “Hi,” you smile, “c’mon in.” I move past you into the house and turn to greet you. You slide into my arms and give me a quick kiss before leading me upstairs. One of the fantasies we both share is to have a sexual encounter with very little conversation leading up to it. Basically having sex with a stranger. So, we both agreed that since we had chatted a number of times online, that this first encounter wouldn’t be spent on “small talk.” Instead, we would go right at it, with the idea of talking afterwards. So, we head upstairs to your bedroom. As we walk into the room, I notice that you have closed the curtains and lighted a few candles. There is a sweet aroma in the room, and the wonderful smells fill our senses and cause our breathing to quicken even more. I turn to you again and you fall into my arms, this time allowing our kiss to last even longer. It is an incredible, yet strange, sensation to feel a passionate kiss from someone other than your spouse. My mouth, my tongue is so different than what you are used to. We kiss passionately, all of the sensual buildup of the many emails flooding us. Slowly we undress and I lead you to the bed. Laying you down, I turn you over onto your stomach, and begin to caress your back. I lean over and reach for a bag I’ve brought with me and take out a bottle of massage oils. I pour some of the liquid into my hands and rub them together to warm up the oil slightly. You sigh as my hands begin to caress your shoulders and your upper back. I slide them expertly across your body, moving far enough to the sides to slightly touch your breasts which are tucked under your body. Softly I move down your body to your lower back, pausing to get a bit more oil on my hands. Further down, across your ass, stopping only briefly before moving down one leg to your foot. I rub your foot, moving my fingers in between your toes, taking my time making sure I get to each muscle. I move over to the other foot and slide back up your leg until my hands reach your ass again. This time I begin to massage your behind, pushing your cheeks apart and rubbing a little harder. Every so often I allow a finger to slip between your legs and flick across your clit. It is clear to me that you are getting wet. Your breathing is now relaxed and I can tell that you are very much “into” this massage. My fingers get bolder, and my two thumbs begin to press deeper between your ass cheeks. I allow them to rub against your hole, massaging it gently. You groan. My fingers slip further, sliding deep into your pussy. You are very wet now. I continue to rub, alternating between your pussy and your asshole. Suddenly you jump slightly as you feel my tongue slide across your behind. I move my mouth down between your spread cheeks and flick it against your hole, pushing slightly into you. I continue this for some time, my fingers sliding in and out of your mound. “Turn over,” I whisper, and you obey quickly. Filling my hands with oil again, I reach up and begin to massage each breast, taking your nipples tightly between my thumb and fingers. Pulling and squeezing them. My face is still down by your midsection and I move my mouth down to your mound. You are breathing fast now, and without hesitation, you open your legs, inviting my mouth to enjoy your very wet treat. I move close, but do not touch your pussy. You can feel my hot breath on your mound as my fingers continue to work your breasts. You wait, wondering why I am not licking you yet. It seems like an eternity. You so desperately want to feel a tongue in you, but I’m waiting. Thinking you will help me out, you lift your body slightly, hoping that my mouth will touch you, but I move with you. Teasing, waiting, I enjoy the smell of your juices beaconing me to enjoy Finally I flick my tongue ever so slightly at your clit. You groan loudly at the satisfaction of the touch, and arch yourself to take in more of me. Without warning, I bury my face between your legs and begin to suck up all your juices. My tongue darts in and out of your lips, flicking your clit on every stroke. My fingers squeeze your nipples, pulling them harder and harder. You groan more. There is no way to express the sensation of being eaten is such a different way than you have been used to by your husband for the past few years. It is so unique. So not his style. Everything feels different, including the passion. It’s more than you can take and you feel your body begin to climax. Sensing your explosion coming, I move a hand down and slide three fingers in you to help pump. My tongue remains on your clit, my fingers slid in and out of you while my other hand works on your nipple. And you cum. Your pussy lips tighten around my fingers and your body arches off the bed as wave after wave of climax over comes you. I slide up beside you and pull you close to me, kissing your mouth. You can taste yourself on my goatee and it feels good. “Wow,” you say, “that was great. But now it’s my turn.” The First Encounter Your hand holds mine. Your lips touch my fingertips. Your eyes hold mine, locked with intense heat and the promise of passion. you touch my face, grazing my cheek, cradling it in your hand as you pull me closer into your embrace. With a tenderness so powerful, you hold me to you, and gently kiss my forehead, each of my eyelids, my cheeks, and the tip of my nose. Looking into my eyes and smiling, you lean into me and take my lips with your own. Slowly, gently, you combine our lips. I trace your bottom lip with my tongue and you use this gesture as an invitation to probe deeper. You intensify our kiss. Our tongues dance wildly as our arms tighten around each other. I feel your hands slide up my body. As one hand rests on my hip, pulling my hips into yours, your other hand travels to my hair. You grab a handful and pull my head back, exposing my neck. Your mouth leaves mine to kiss my neck. Keeping my neck open, you kiss, lick and bite everywhere. The hand you had on my hip reaches up to grasp my breast. Pinching the nipple through my clothes, you push me back against the closest wall. My hands in the meantime, have been busy working at your pants. Sliding my hands deep under the cloth to feel the skin inside. I grab your hips and pull myself close to you. You let go of my hair to remove my shirt and bra. My hands groping wildly, feeling down the front of your pants, pushing them down your legs. You grab the front of my pants, still kissing me deeply, and rip the front open. They fall to the ground at my feet. You place my arms around your neck and slide your hands down the sides of my body to rest on my hips. Grabbing fistfulls of my panties, they seem to fall away from my body with no force at all. You then grab my ass and lift me to my tip toes, against the wall. Your fingers feeling under me, searching my pussy. Grabbing the backs of my thighs, you spread my legs and lift me so I'm wrapped around your body. Your fingers still seeking my pussy, letting my juices drip down your hand. You brace my back against the wall and position my body slightly above yours. After what seems like an eternity of pent up anticipation, you look into my eyes and slam yourself into me. I scream with immediate ecstacy, clinging to your shoulders and burying my face in your neck. I can feel your body shake with laughter at my reaction. You start to move within me. Your body performing an erotic assult on mine. You slam into me, bracing me against the wall, going at a constant speed. The only thing I am capable of doing at this point is hold on. Your hands, however, have repositioned themselves. One is helping to hold my legs up and around you, the other is producing outrageous sensations on my breasts, by pinching and squeezing my nipples. My range of motion is slightly hindered by our position, but I try my hardest to match your thrusts. My actions get more wild as I grow nearer to orgasm. I clutch and claw at your back and shoulders, trying to bring you closer to me. As it finally hits, I scream loudly. My body shakes with spasms as the extreme pleasure races through my body. You've slowed down now, that my orgasm has begun to dissapate. As I slowly come down, you hold me there, against the wall, waiting for the right moment. Just as the muscle contractions beging to slow, you move again. Slower this time. Deeper. My body already super sensitive, shoots pleasure spikes through me again. You move with more intent now. It's your turn. I pull my head back to look into your eyes. I kiss you, my hand holding your head to mine. I explore your mouth as you work towards cumming. Holding my hips now, your speed begins to increase. You pound into me, over and over again, until you feel the familiar sesations well up in your body. You finally tense. Arching your back, and pulling me to you in little spasms. Your body shivers as I clench my inner muscles to intensify your orgasm. After a while, you lean forward completely against the wall. It seems like an eternity that we stand there. Finally you lower my legs and pull out of me. You step one step away from me and smile brightly. "Nice to finally meet you face to face" you say, as you take my hand and lead me toward the bed. The First Encounter He was kind of nervous about meeting her. He knew who she was online, but he wasn't sure what to expect once they met each other face to face. He was drinking his drink, swirling the ice around in the glass. He thought about all the correspondence he and she did and he felt himself get hard. He decided that maybe he will think about something else and get her off his mind. He decided that he would practice his pool game. He brought his drink over to the pool table and looked at his watch 2:45. He wondered if she would show. They arranged the meeting for 3, 15 more minutes. He started gathering the balls from the pool table and racking them up. He grabbed his drink and took a swig. The server came and asked if he wanted another one, he said yes. He walked to the other end of the pool table and placed the cue ball in position for the break. He took a cue and chalked it up and placed it between his fingers, aiming for the balls to break. His mind started thinking about her again. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He thought to himself that she would probably think shooting pool was erotic. She was erotic, the way she talked, the way she made him feel. He felt like he really knew her. Finally he hit the cue ball with force. Heh, he knew she liked it with force. He made 3 balls in. Pretty good for not shooting in a few months. He was debating whether or not to shoot for the solids or the stripes first. He figured since he got 2 solids in already, he may as well get some stripes in to even it out. He looked at his watch and saw that it was 2:50. What if she's early and I'm here shooting pool and maybe I don't see her and then she leaves, he thought to himself. He just aimlessly shot the cue ball around knocking a few balls in here and there. He grabbed his drink and drank the last to swigs. He grabbed the drink that the server placed in front of him. He went back to the table where he was sitting. He watched the doors and looked at his watch, 2:54. He started thinking about some of the things she wrote and he felt a swelling between his legs again. He saw as a tall girl walked through the doors. He noticed the "erotic" bob that she wore. Heh, he thought to himself, that's her. He stood up and noticed that he still was kind of swollen, not bad, just a bulge. He greeted her and she realized that he was the one with whom she chatted. They hugged and gave each other friendly kisses. He walked her to the table and sat her down. She looked good. He looked good. He got the server's attention and ordered a dirty martini for her and another drink for him. They made a little small talk and were kind of nervous at first, because they really hadn't had the chance to meet yet. He did feel like he knew her a lot and she felt the same about him. Their drinks came and they started feeling a little bit more comfortable. She felt so comfortable that her foot was resting on his crotch, rubbing ever so gently. He felt himself getting hard again. She just carried on the conversation and he was trying to pay attention, but she kept rubbing her foot on his bulge. He knew she knew what she was doing. Afterall, he was aware of what she could do to him when she used words. He asked her if she wanted another or if they should go up to his room. She replied what do you think? He left $25 dollars at the table and took her hand, his crotch still bulging. They walked to the elevator and waited patiently as he gripped her hand tightly. An elevator appeared and they got in. He pushed the 14th floor button and the doors closed. She turned to him and placed her hand on his bulge. He grabbed her and started kissing her like an animal. The hunger that he felt for her was becoming a reality. She moaned as he bit her neck. The elevator doors opened. They were on the 14th floor. They got out of the elevator and were trying to figure out which way to go. Hearts beating fast, faces glowing, they needed the room fast. He reached in his back pocket to retrieve the door key. 1469 was the number. He realized he remembered where it was and they walked ever so quickly down the hallway. 1469, he slid the card through and the door unlocked. He grabbed her hand and walked her in. She looked around and saw his things lying around and got extremely aroused. He closed the door and asked if she needed anything. No thank you, she said. He grabbed her tightly and started kissing her hard. His moans and his grinding up against her thigh were driving her crazy. He grabbed her head and forced her on her knees. He unbuckled his pants, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, and pulled his erect penis out. With one hand he held his penis and with the other her head, pushing it towards his rock hard penis. She moaned with anticipation as she opened her mouth. She started licking the shaft of his penis and then on up to the head. He couldn't take anymore. He forced his cock in her mouth and started fucking her face. The things she could do with her tongue. He was going mad. He kept pumping her face while he held the back of her head, almost gagging her as his cock went down her throat. He took it out and started making growling noises. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed and immediately got on top of her. He put his hand up her skirt and felt she was wet and in dire need of getting fucked bad. He hitched up her skirt as he fondled her wetness. He just needed to smell the aroma of the wetness, so he put his mouth down and started licking and tasting every bit of her. She tasted good, like a fine wine, good. Her hips were gyrating her cunt into his face. She was moaning in a restless tone, ready to orgasm. He stuck his tongue deeper in her and then he felt the vibration of her body going into an ecstatic orgasm. He knew she was ready for what he had to give her, as he licked his lips. With one hand he grabbed both wrists and put them above her head. With the other hand he forced his cock into her hard. She was in pure nirvana as he rammed his cock into her over and over and over again. He watched her face as she had her mouth wide open, moaning in pleasure. He flipped her over to the side and began fucking her again. The way she moved her hips made his cock feel like it's never felt before. He grabbed her hair and started pulling hard. She moaned louder. He knew she liked it rough, and rough is exactly how she was going to get it. He pulled her by the hair so that her ear reached her mouth, and whispered you're a little whore, aren't you? She replied yes, she was his whore. He continued whispering things into her ear. Her hips were pumping his cock harder and faster with every word he whispered. She knew who was in control. There was nothing she could do but to comply to him. He took his cock out and got on his knees. He guided her head towards it, forcefully. He told her to suck it like the cumslut she was. She sucked it as if she hadn't sucked a dick in years. He took it out and held her mouth open. He jacked it off onto her face and into her mouth, sticking it in between the inside her cheek so she could taste him. She licked the remnants off his penis, while he took 2 of his fingers and wiped the cum off her cheek and chin. He put his fingers to her mouth and she licked every last drop of cum. Exhausted they lay back into the bed holding each other. A few minutes later, as her hips began to grind, eagerly awaiting the next session, he placed his hand under her blouse and took it off. He unhooked her bra and watched as her breasts appeared. He grabbed them tight and pinched her nipples. He began biting on the left one, while squeezing the right one tightly. He climbed on top of her and started biting her neck, hard. She started sounding like a cat in heat the way she moaned. He sat up and told her she was a very naughty girl, the way she acted. He sat at the edge of the bed and dragged her by the hair onto his lap. Her ass was sticking way up high, needing to be fucked. He slapped her with an open hand. It stung, she cried out. He spanked her harder and harder. Bright red handprints started to appear on her ass. He stuck his hand between her legs. She was sopping wet. He threw her on the bed and got on top. He rubbed his penis on her clit as she begged him to fuck her hard. He said, you want it hard? I'll give it to you hard. He fucked her raw. It was 5:30, already time for her to go. He was disappointed that she couldn't stay the night. He knew she had to get back home. She got dressed and fixed her hair and left to fix dinner for her husband... The First Encounter Authors' Note: The following is a narrative of a purely fictitious encounter ... we think. The authors have used their user ID's for the Literotica site but there is no proof that the events of this narrative actually occurred ... or not. Use your imagination, dear reader, and decide for yourself what's real. Techsan: We had met online at an adult website called Literotica. It was quite by accident that we met because there were literally thousands of people who used the website, either for reading stories, posting stories they had written, looking for erotica or simply chatting with other adults without being concerned about whether or not they were "politically correct." At first it was just innocent chatter about anything and everything, most of it with a sexual overtone but some of it just humorous nonsense. It didn't take me long to realize that I really enjoyed Jail's sense of humor. It started with her username, an oddity I thought until I found out that it was a take-off on her career in Corrections. Interestingly, my own was similarly taken from my career in computer systems work. The more we chatted, the more we laughed, the more we were drawn to each other. Before long, our chatting took on a steamier tone. Both of us were in reasonably sexless real life situations although it became obvious that we both enjoyed sexual activity far more than we were experiencing it. A mutual attraction began to develop and we exchanged Private Messages and emails as well as the comments in the threads, which made other thread users begin to comment about us needing to "get a room." At first it seemed impossible. We didn't even live in the same countries, let alone near each other. And the demands of the real world made anything more realistic seem completely out of the realm of belief. However to my amazement, Jail often encouraged me to not rule out the possibility of a real life encounter ... after all, life is made up of the unexpected. I thought it was a very remote possibility. Nevertheless I kept in the back of my mind a little germ of the idea that someday we might actually meet in real life. In the meantime, Jail provided me with untold numbers of wonderful dreams. And I don't mean just the kind you have at night either. As I went through my daily routine, I often found myself thinking about her and what it would be like to meet her in person. At night the dreams invariably ended as wet dreams, involving me ravishing her sweet body over and over (yes, all out of proportion to real life) until we lay exhausted and completely sated. During the daytime, I relived many of those same dreams as I went about my work. I had to make some minor changes in my wardrobe; I could no longer wear light colored pants such as khaki colored Dockers because the wet spots showed through. So those pants went into the "around the house only" category and I added some new darker colors that wouldn't show my predicament. I did have to manufacture some new techniques for covering "pants tent" conditions but that was something I could live with. Then came the day my boss informed me that, in order to maintain my current certification, I would be required to take a week-long class in network advances. The vendor that our company used was giving the class in four different locations and I could take my pick as long as the dates worked into our project schedule. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that one of the locations was Jail's home city. Immediately my heart leaped into my throat at concern about the project I was working on. It was scheduled to end three weeks after the class date. No way could I miss the end of that project. Or was there? Back at my desk, I began to rework the project schedule. If I extended my workday and work some weekends, I might be able to make it work. I talked with the boss and convinced him to let me try to work it in. I called Jail that evening and she was delighted that we might get together. Our excitement began to show immediately in our postings, PMs and emails and the closer it got to time for the trip, the more excited we got. I could only hope that I would not be a disappointment to Jail when we finally met. I knew there was no way that she would not exceed my greatest expectations. I flew in the Sunday afternoon before the first class on Monday. Using a rental car, I drove to the hotel where the class would be conducted and checked in. Most of the out-of-town attendees were booked into the same hotel. Jail and I had made plans to meet at her place that evening. I had several hours to wait and pored nervously over the city map I had bought until I thought I knew the route by heart. Still the time dragged by. I showered and donned fresh clothes, then headed out too early but too antsy to sit still. Sure enough I found her place with no trouble and was there a half-hour too early. Driving around, I killed a little time, finally coming back to her door just a few minutes before the agreed time. She answered the door rather quickly and drew me inside with a warm smile. She was every bit as beautiful as I had imagined, with just a hint of impishness in her eyes. After a short greeting, she led me into her living room so we could get acquainted ... this time for real. Jail: We were sitting together on a sofa. Sipping something refreshing while we lightly chatted to get over our nervousness. As time went on, one or both of us began to move closer to the other, with the occasional gentle touch on the hand or thigh. As evening fell and the air outside got colder, Techsan stood up and offered to light a fire to keep us warm. I smiled back at him, telling him it would be lovely. While his back was turned, I slipped out of my sweater and tossed it over the back of the sofa. He returned, offered to refill our glasses, then settled back beside me and nonchalantly he draped his arm over my shoulder. I turned slightly towards him, kissing his cheek. Both our cheeks were flushed as we felt that instant spark, that instant magic in our touches. Techsan brought his lips to my ear and nibbled on my earlobe. This gesture definitely got me hot and, well, a bit moist. My hand slid down his chest, over his tummy, and rested discretely on his impending bulge. He moaned softly in my ear. I knew he wanted more and so did I. He turned my lips to his, kissing me deeply, tenderly. I moaned softly into his mouth as our tongues entwined. My fingers began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans, which caused him to gasp. Techsan: I had to restrain myself to keep from jumping on Jail and ravishing her body. Instead a little logic somehow prevailed as an inner voice told me "it will be better if it lasts longer." I broke our kiss long enough to place small smooches on Jail's cheeks, nose, both eyelids and across her forehead, before our lips locked again, gently letting our tongues intertwine. She tasted so ... so ... so delicious that I was nearly delirious. While one arm held her close to my chest, the other hand roamed over her shoulder and down, gently cupping her breast. This time it was Jail that moaned into my mouth. Jail: I playfully ran my fingers over Techsan's zipper, and realized that was not something I wanted to rush either. My breast responded with my nipple hardening as it brushed against his palm. My fingers trailed back up over his tummy and slid across his chest. My fingertip felt for his left nipple, which had already begun to grow. While I lightly flicked my index finger across the growing bud, my tongue captured his. I pulled his tongue into my mouth and began to suck gently, softly, giving him an indication of what lay ahead. The heat in the room increased from the fire in the hearth and from us. It was then snowing outside, as we broke our kiss and, while cheek-to-cheek, turned to look out the window. I whispered quietly in his ear, "It looks like a storm is coming. Can we stay here for the night"? Techsan: I planted another short kiss on Jail's lips, then got up and said, "Wait for me, babe." Quickly I went to the bedroom and grabbed three blankets and two pillows. I hurried back, spread two blankets on the deep pile carpet in front of the fire, and positioned the pillows. I turned to Jail, and swept my hands toward the makeshift bed and asked, "Would you care to join me, sweet lady? I don't know about you but I prefer to sleep in the buff. Is that all right?" Jail: I got up from the sofa, and smiled. "Yes, that's fine with me, although I prefer wearing something sexy. Would you mind if I made myself more comfortable"? I slipped out of the room, walked into the bedroom, and closed the door. I didn't wish to keep him waiting, so I hurried and dressed in my most sensual attire. I returned to Techsan, wearing a gold satin long nightgown. A slit up the left side, with a sheer panel over my breasts (yes, I really have this nightgown). My nipples poked through the sensual fabric, as the fire's light cast a warm glow over me. I smiled down at him, twirled slowly, and asked how I looked. I saw him licking his lips, his eyes widened, and I gathered he approved. I slowly knelt down onto the blankets, lay back against the pillows, and turned my face towards the fire. Techsan: I scooted over next to Jail. My eyes were filled with her lushness and my brain was filled with desire for her. With only the firelight playing over her features, I offered her my lips again. She leaned toward me and our lips melded together again. This time I couldn't help that my fingertips began to rove over her lush form. Covered she was, concealed she was not and her every curve intrigued me. My hand explored her shoulders, her breasts, her back, down to her hips and slowly returned to cup her precious breast. I held it up, broke our kiss, bent down and my lips closed over her taut nipple. I was slightly frustrated at the thin cloth which kept me from my target, yet enthralled by the sensuousness of the garment that showed her beauty, and contained it at the same time. While my mouth formed a damp circle on the thin material, my fingers again wandered, this time running down her hip to her thigh, turning to come back up the inside of her leg, teasingly I circled around her heat source and crossed her stomach playfully. Wondering about her reaction, I glanced upward to her face. Jail: My eyes were half closed, my head gently tossed from side to side, and a soft wanton smile played over my lips. I began to breathe deeply, which caused my nostrils to flare, like a kitten going into heat for the first time. My thighs gently parted then closed, as Techsan's magical fingers played over me. The silk fabric, which had caressed me from my shoulders to my toes, ever so slowly crept upward and over my thighs. I dragged my fingernails gently down his spine which caused him to shudder. My other hand stroked his arm, which he used to caress me, subsequently urging him silently to do his bidding. My back arched as his fingers brushed over my warmth. I gasped as I drew in a quick breath. I opened my eyes to look at him, looking for direction on what he wanted from me. Techsan: I was unable to resist the temptation ... as I hesitantly left Jail's delicious breasts, my tongue swirled little circles from side to side, from rib to rib, interspersed with little kisses as I made my way inexorably down her sweet form. The closer I got to her precious treasure, the more her thighs moved apart. Carefully I repositioned myself between her shapely legs and my tongue attacked her right inner thigh, and left a soft wet zigzagged trail from her knee to where her leg joined her body. I switched to her left leg and soon had the same wet trail along the soft skin of her inner leg. Those lovely legs were now spread wide, which gave me easy access to her innermost delights. My mouth finally settled around the soft lacy flesh. My mouth watered as I got the first taste of Jail's juices. So many folds of skin, so many hiding places for her precious liquid. My tongue searched them all out and lapped at the clear nectar, savoring every single drop. When I was satisfied I had found it all for now in the outer folds, my tongue found her opening and slid into the interior. My face felt the heat of her blood, engorging the area, which encouraged me with the knowledge that she was getting pleasured from my actions ... that knowledge drove me to want to please her all the more. My tongue explored every bit of her sweet tunnel that I could reach, lapped at it, loving the soft flesh, craving the ability to reach deeper until I could touch her inner core. Jail's legs had occasionally clamped against my head and I heard little moans coming from her. From time to time, I felt her hand on my head, guiding me to whatever felt good to her. When I pulled back from her tunnel and the tip of my tongue searched out her clit, she groaned loudly and suddenly shivered, holding my head in both hands while her climax washed over her. My cock grew even harder, knowing that I had helped her to a modicum of enjoyment. When Jail relaxed, I started the whole exploration process again. I was delighted when I found a small flood of clear fresh juices from her center. It was a taste many times more wonderful than the greatest food I had ever tasted and my whole being was consumed with locating and devouring her wetness. Twice more she cried out she was cumming and provided me with a new offering of those luscious juices. Shifting tactics a bit, I pushed Jail's legs up and out, and brought her anal valley to my face--open and inviting. My tongue swirled around the well-defined formation, leaving wet little ovals from the outer rim and slowly worked inward until it settled on her puckered little center. Over and over again, my tongue swiped up and down across the tight cover until I stopped just above it. I tapped the center with my tongue, played with it as if it were a tiny trampoline. I heard her sigh and a few seconds later pushed my tongue into her anus. It didn't go far, perhaps an inch or less, but it was enough to stimulate the many nerves that end there. In and out ... In and out ... In and out ... my tongue fucked her back entrance. I was ultimately rewarded when her body stiffened and she moaned as her body shook with another climax. Like a male peacock, I was proud of our accomplishments and would have been just as happy if our night's activities had ended right there. But they didn't. Jail pulled both of my ears, her intent obvious. I started to move up her form, again kissing and licking as I went, moving that sexy little golden garment up her body until she struggled to move it over her head and tossed it onto the sofa. My cock found the opening to her wet, slick pussy and dove all the way to the base on the first gentle thrust. I took time to kiss and lick both of her breasts again, loving her hard little nipples. But she was interested in more activity in the other region and pulled me up until our mouths met again. As I began to thrust my cock into her pussy like a "walking horse" pump, our mouths met ... I wasn't sure if she would mind tasting herself on my face but if it had an impact, it was certainly favorable! She kissed me with a passion I've rarely been given and her hands could not be still, roving over my back and sides and chest as if to stop moving would mean the end of life. With each thrust, I attempted to tease Jail's clitoris, not sure if I was successful or not because her body joined mine in a synchronized ritual that seemed to meet both our needs. As I thrust into her, she pressed upward to meet me and our collisions were both hard and soft at once. We created a whole cacophony of sounds, between the slapping of hot bodies together and the squishy movements of soppy wet body parts. It all added up to sensory overload. My balls sent the old familiar drawing sensation up my spine into my sex-engorged brain and I knew I was on the verge of my climax. Yet nothing I could do would hold it back at that point ... I had to hope she would understand and forgive me for not helping her cum at the same time. My testicles contracted and spat their first shot of white-hot sperm deep into her pussy as I made one last thrust and held our bodies tightly together. Miraculously she pressed her body upward at the same time and held it there, joining me in the ultimate pleasure of orgasm. For a few minutes, we stayed pressed together, neither of us wanting to end the most wonderful feelings we had just experienced. Finally the burn of adrenaline in the muscles could be ignore no longer and we slowly relaxed and separated. As we disentangled, I rolled to her side, pulled her gently over to face me. As I pulled the covering blanket over our naked bodies, we kissed deeply, passionately and snuggled together as sleep overtook us. Jail: Morning came, as the two of us lay side by side, deep in slumber both dreaming of our passionate night before. The storm was still in full force and it was the wind that woke me. As I stirred a little, I could feel Techsan's cum still oozing from my pussy--still deep and warm inside me. Slowly I turned to face him, his eyes still tightly closed in a deep sleep, not wanting to wake him up. Well, at least not that way. Grinning, I lightly brought my fingertips over his nose, his chin, then down over his neck, being careful not to wake him. I knew where my fingers wanted to go, but I was in no hurry. This man who had brought me incredible delicious pleasure the night before would now be equally deserving. As my fingers worked their way over his tummy, I surreptitiously leaned over him and began to trail little butterfly kisses over his chest. Flicking my tongue lightly over his left nipple, my eyes focused on his face. I rolled my tongue around his areola, then blew a warm breath of air over the wetness. My fingers found his pubic area, the coarse hair tickling my fingertips. As my fingers reached their intended destination, I cautiously curled my fingers around the middle of his cock. It was flaccid but I knew before too long I'd have it at full length, standing at attention. I slid further down, kissing my way over his tummy, and I could feel his cock start to pulse in my hand. My tongue left a wet trail from his tummy to his pubic bone. The scent of our previous night's sex still pungent and erotic. With a firm grip around his shaft, I held up his cock. I extended my tongue tip and began to circle around his hood. His cock jerked a bit and his arousal was imminent. I stroked his length and saw the little droplets of clear precum oozing from his slit. Pulling my hair back behind my ears, I brought my mouth over his hood and softly began to suck. He moaned quietly as his body began to writhe. My eyes locked on his face again as my mouth started its wonderful massage over his pole. Up and down my lips worked the top 3 inches. I pursed my lips around his hood, my tongue digging lightly inside his slit, searching for more of his tangy precum. Techsan groaned loudly and slowly opened his eyes. Looking down over his body, he realized what was happening. "Oh, my gosh, baby! Oh, fuck, Jail!! Oh, baby, that feels so good. I haven't had a blow job for fucking years". I pulled his cock head from my mouth, and whispered quietly, "Just lay back and relax, lover. It's my turn to give you something that you deserve". Hungrily, I took his cock back in my mouth. My hair fell over my ears tickling his tummy. I parted his legs wide and slid between them. My arms rested on his thighs as his cock stayed in my mouth. His eyes burned into mine and I saw his soul--a gentle sensual soul with a yearning for making love, not just fucking someone on the spur of the moment. I saw a look that told me he had missed sex and almost forgot what it was like, since it had been close to 15 years. I felt a warmth flow through me, a feeling of gratification. A feeling of contentment knowing that I was giving my love, skills and experience to a man who made me feel complete. The First Encounter I relaxed my throat muscles and slowly started taking him down the curve. He groaned again while he started to thrash gently. I loved knowing that he could watch as his cock slid in and out of my throat. It made me horny and I could still feel our cum from the night before, stirring deep within my womb. My saliva glistened on his shaft as my mouth worked its way up and down his fuck pole. The veins in his cock pulsed against my tongue. I started to mouth-fuck his cock faster and harder. I wanted to swallow every drop of his precious seed. I wanted to taste my lover's cum. This was something I had never done before, but the thrill of his thick throbbing cock fucking my throat made me want to swallow his, more than ever. "Oh, fuck, Jail! Yes, baby! Yes!! Suck my cock", he cried over and over. He began to thrust up and down harder and faster--fucking my mouth with his rod. His cock head hit the back of my throat over and over. I locked my lips tight around his shaft, feeling his hot throbbing meat against them. He brought his hands behind my head, holding it down so he could fuck my mouth harder and faster. "Ooooooooooh, fuck!!!!!!!!!! OMG, I'm gonna cum, baby. Oh, fuck, I've never cum this way before." I clamped my throat tightly around him as he began to shoot ropes of cum down my throat. My cheeks expanded as he exploded over and over, filling them to capacity. He shot so hard, some of his hot load spewed out of my mouth and onto my cheeks. I swallowed and gulped his hot spunk, and felt how it spilled into my belly. His body trembled and shook while he tried to calm down. I soothingly place my hand over his chest, relaxing him as he came down from his orgasm. He closed his eyes, his breathing slowed. I climbed over the top of him and lay my head against his chest. Both very content, we fell back into another deep slumber. The First Encounter I call you and tell you to be ready at 5 pm, and to dress in a nice blouse and skirt-not too short but above the knee. Later when I knock on your door you immediately open it, as if you had been standing there, waiting. I hand you one long-stem red rose and kiss your hand. As I hold open the car door and you sit in, I admire your beautiful long legs. As we drive to the next town, 30 miles away, we chat. Just small talk, and I can tell you're very nervous about what is going to happen tonight. Just thinking about it is making your pussy tingle and get wet. When we get to the restaurant we are seated at the back at a very private table. We order drinks and the waiter moves on. You feel my hand on your leg and you stop moving. As my hand slowly moves up it pushes up your skirt. My hand stops moving as it reaches your panties. I tell you to relax and breath. You didn't even realize you had been holding your breath. You take a deep breath as the waiter comes back with our drinks. He gives you a big smile and walks way. I start to rub your pussy. You realize that the waiter had seen my hand in your panties and your face turns red. I tell you to get up and go to the lady's room and remove your panties. You sit there for a moment. "NOW." You jump up and almost knock over your chair in your hurry to go and do what you were told. When you return to the table the waiter is there with the food and more drinks. I put out my hand and ask you to give them to me. You look at the waiter then back to me and shake your head no. After the waiter walks away you hand me your panties. I lean over to you and whisper in your ear; "You will be punished for that." You smile. We enjoy the meal and I play with your pussy the whole time. You see the waiter returning and you try to close your legs. You feel me pinch you inner thigh and you open then back up. I insert a finger into you. You gasp and the waiter asks if everything is okay. You nod your head yes and notice the waiter looking at my hand covering your pussy. You want to come so badly, but I remove my hand and lick your juices from my fingers before suggesting we go. When we get onto the interstate I tell you to remove your bra but not the blouse. It's dark and the traffic is light so you're sure that no-one will see you. I turn on the dome light and tell you to show me your tits. You slowly pull up your blouse and expose your lovely tits. I tell you to pinch your nipples and make them hard. You tell me that they are already. "Pinch them harder then." You start pinching them harder and harder until your eyes close. Then you feel the car turn off the interstate. You stop pinching and open your eyes to see that we are at a lookout that looks down over the valley. We get out and stand by the front of the car and take in the beauty of the city lights. We stand there, not saying a word. You lean into me and lay your head on my shoulder. My hand slowly moves down your back, and as my fingers come across a bare patch of skin at the small of your back I feel a little shiver from you. Oh, what soft skin. Without saying a word, I spin you around and bend you over the fender of the car. Dropping to my knees I start kissing your tender skin at the back of your right knee. You let out a little giggle and I make a mental note of it. I start licking my way up the back of your leg. I stop and suck on the soft strip of skin where your thigh meets your ass cheek. When I hear you moan I bite down on your ass cheek and you let out a scream that makes my cock twitch. I kiss, lick and nibble on your cheeks, from the top to the bottom, left to right. I take one slow lick starting at the front of your pussy. You taste oh so sweet and a little tangy. I could lick you for hours but I move on to briefly tease your asshole. Then I move down to the back of your left knee and start working my way back up. Slowly licking up the pussy juices that are running down the inside of your leg. I move up faster this time, wanting to get back to that sweet pussy. When I reach your pussy I start sucking your lips into my mouth and lightly nibbling on them. Then I focus on your clit, sucking it in and out, over and over. I start fucking you with my tongue, pushing my face into you as hard as I can. I reach deep into you and touch every possible place inside that sweet pussy that I can, until you cum all over my face. I let you lie there on the hood of the car until you catch your breath. I press my weight down on your back and whisper to you, "It's time for your punishment." I grab your arms and stretch them straight out from your body, telling you not to move or I will tie you up and double your punishment. As I step back I flip up your skirt and take my first real look at your ass. Even in the dim moonlight I can see the bite mark I made. I'll have to remember to make a matching one on the other cheek. "I am going to give you twenty spanks; ten per cheek. You will count them off and say "Thank you, I will do as I am told."" I start with the right cheek. SMACK. "One. Thank you, I will do as I am told." SMACK. "Two. Thank you, I will do as I am told." By the count of ten your ass is very red and you are having are hard time not moving, but you know you can't; you can't handle forty. By the time we get to eighteen, I can see the moonlight reflecting off the pussy juices that have run down your legs. As I pull my belt from my pants I tell you it's okay for you to scream, because no-one will hear you. "These last two are going to hurt like hell and you don't have to count." I double the belt over and bring back my arm, aiming for the top of your ass. SLAP. For the first time you scream and dance from one foot to the other. "Thank you Sir." My cock jumps and I just about come in my pants from hearing you say that. "Are you ready for the last one?" "Yes. Please make it a hard one Sir." I bring back my arm and aim for the tender part of your lower ass cheeks. SLAP. You scream and for the first time you jump back from the car and dance around in a circle, grabbing your ass. You look me in the eyes and say "Thank you Sir." I grab you and shove you back over the fender. I drop my pants, grab my rock-hard cock and take one rub of your pussy before sinking it ball deep into your pussy. You let out a scream, and I wonder if it's from the insertion or from my body slamming into your red hot ass, but I don't care. You are mine to use and that is what I'm going to do. I reach under you, rip open the front of your blouse and grab your tits, hard. Then I catch a handful of your beautiful brown hair and pull you back harder on to my cock. I can't take anymore as I pull out one last time, and I pinch and pull your left nipple, roughly pulling you back by your hair as I slam forward. I start cuming inside you and I feel your pussy start to milk my cock as you have a strong orgasm. I fall on your back and we lie there on the car, catching our breath. As I kiss the back of your neck and rub your tender ass I think of all the fun I am going to have with you. The First Encounter Cameron and Mandy were well-known among their coworkers as being inseparable. As bartenders at a local restaurant, they spent a lot of time together since Cameron got the job several months back. They had become even closer since Cameron had broken up with her serious boyfriend. Even though Mandy was engaged, they were always getting together for girl time, and Cameron always appreciated that Mandy had distracted her from the break up the last few weeks. The girls were particularly excited at work that day because they were having a company party to celebrate some new management. The restaurant was renting out an entire bar that evening and everyone was chatting about what swanky outfit they were going to wear and how drunk they were going to get. Cameron and Mandy had already agreed to pre-game and get dressed at Mandy's apartment that she shared with her fiancé, and then they would arrive at the party together. Cameron was planning on getting pretty inebriated that night, so Mandy was gracious enough to offer her spare bedroom to her so she could have a good time. After a couple of cocktails, the girls started getting ready so they could go straight to the party when Mandy's fiancé came home. They giggled and gossiped as they got changed in different rooms, with the doors open in between them so they could still hear each other's newest stories with ease. As Cameron walked through Mandy's bedroom to start her make up in the bathroom, she was surprised to see Mandy's bare butt and thong staring at her. She blushed and didn't say anything, but she couldn't help but think that she had never noticed how toned Mandy's body is. After they had finished dressing, they showed each other their outfits. Mandy was wearing a short, black dress with sleeves. Modest, Cameron thought, until Mandy turned around and barely-there back that showed off her golden skin. Mandy approved of Cameron's tight, short black dress that showed off her voluptuous cleavage and long legs. The girls arrived at the party after being dropped off by Mandy's fiancé, and they were greeted by everyone, especially the male coworkers. The girls mostly kept to each other, and tried to shoo away the pesky waiters and managers who would try to get handsy. After a couple hours, and a couple bottles of wine, it was time to go back to Mandy's apartment. Cameron talked and laughed with Mandy and her fiancé in their living room and noticed how toned Mandy's legs were when she stretched them across the couch. She realized she was staring and bashfully looked away, her face turning red. Then, Mandy's fiancé swore, "Damn! I forgot to pick up cigarettes at the store earlier. I'm going to run to the store really quick. Anyone need anything?" Both girls declined, and Cameron was relieved for more girl time when he stood up to leave. Her mind drifted to her former relationship with her boyfriend, who she loved, but she just couldn't be with anymore. She longed for sexual excitement that he couldn't provide, and since he was the only person she had ever had any sexual encounter with, she craved more. Now, it had been weeks since her last lay, and she wondered when her next one would be. Mandy plopped into Cameron's chair with her. "Phew! I thought he would never leave. Now it's time for girl talk. So who do you think is the cutest waiter?" Cameron smelled the alcohol on Mandy's breath and giggled, "I don't know! They're all so desperate. I don't know if any of them can offer what I need." "I know what you need...." Mandy slurred. ... "...You need to get more comfortable. Jeez. Aren't you sick of wearing that dress? Your tits are practically busting out of that thing! Let those puppies breathe!" Before Cameron knew it, Mandy had tackled her on the ground and was forcibly unzipping the back of her dress. "Wait!" Cameron gasped in between laughter, "I need my pajamas!" and she grabbed her overnight bag. Mandy didn't pause as she quickly and smoothly pulled Cameron's dress down past her ass and to her knees. Cameron barely had time to throw a t-shirt on or she would have exposed her 34Ds to her best friend. Mandy still wasn't slowing down. She was now onto Cameron's feet, throwing her heels on opposite sides of the room before going for her fishnet tights. "Oh you wanna play this game? You'll lose, girlfriend!" Cameron joked as she started tearing at Mandy's dress to put her in the same situation. Cameron didn't pause this game as she wondered to herself what she was doing. This is just joking around, right? Right, she convinced herself. We're just drunk and being silly. It's no big deal. By now, Mandy had removed Cameron's tights and put them around the back of her neck to pull her into the bedroom. Cameron's thoughts went wild. This might not be a joke after all. Look at me. I'm in my underwear and a t-shirt. She's in a bra and underwear. What's going on? Am I really going to do this? I need to think. What could this do to our friendship? In their drunken stupor, the girls had collapsed onto the floor of the master bedroom, the tights still around Cameron's neck. Mandy was perched on top, and Cameron could tell that Mandy suddenly realized how far this was gone. Both girls stayed there, frozen, for a good few seconds, as they realized what the next move should be. Cameron knew the move was hers. Mandy had brought them this far. Cameron could forfeit this game and laugh off the entire thing. They would go on being friends and chalk up their behavior to being drunk. They would never talk about it again. Or she could make the move that Mandy had presented.... Cameron touched Mandy's hair and pulled her close.