0 comments/ 9700 views/ 0 favorites The Garden Party By: unsu2000 We make love again Saturday night after dinner and a movie... It's been a wonderful day. A day both of us needed. But Sunday will be busy. You have to rush off to the office for a couple of hours, and you've been invited to an early-evening fundraiser for the symphony orchestra at a wealthy patron's home. There's no getting out of it. Although I love classical music, I make a few protestations about going to stuffy parties with boring people when I could be spending my time getting to know your body better. But I'm at your door exactly when I said I would be, and nattily dressed... Surprising you. Often, when were out together, I'm so casual and laid-back. A typical guy. "Well, you clean up nicely," you say, kissing me. A long, thoughtful, sensuous kiss. Mmmmmm. I think you look absolutely stunning in soft, flowing dress that billows about your legs, striking the perfect balance between elegance and informality. Ideal for a garden party. You let me drive your car. I hold your hand, taking it to my lips often to kiss. We hardly talk, but the silence is warm, golden and enjoyable. I notice that you look over several times, as if studying me. You know that I'm not exactly looking forward to such a formal event, but I hide my discomfort well. The house is well outside the city, and takes us awhile to get there. We finally find the driveway, unpaved, disappearing though the woods... We when finally reach the clearing, I'm awed. It isn't a house, it's a mansion. There's even half a dozen guys and girls, parking cars... We leave them to their business, and make our way through the wide foyer... It's almost impossible not to look impressed. The house is beautiful, filled with original paintings and sculptures, and we take our time looking at several pieces, before heading out back... But not before taking a tall flute of sparkling wine from a waitress.... It's good, delicious really. We step out onto a huge stone patio fronting an incredible garden -a breathtaking garden -that seems to go on for acres. You're excited and touched by the beauty... I know that we'll have to go for a long stroll, drink it all in... I love watching you get so emotional. Next we notice a string quartet, playing off to one side. Mozart. Could this moment be any better? The hostess -a charming older lady -greets us warmly, and even though we haven't actually met her before, she seems to know all about us. Your work, my work.... She's good, and in a few minutes you relax, stop worrying whether I'll enjoy myself. You decide that I can mingle with the best of them.... The three of us talk for a little while, and we're joined by an acquaintance of yours. When I ask a few questions about the artwork we saw after we arrived, I'm suddenly taken away from you. Our hostess locks her arm in mine -I'm to be given the grand tour of the house... Leaving you behind with your acquaintance... As I'm leaving, I catch your eye, and you're laughing lightly, enjoying my predicament. Twenty minutes later, I'm back at the patio, looking for you... I talk with a few people I know, eyes always searching... And then I see you, in the distance. Enjoying the garden. The dress is unmistakable, and I know the gentle sway of your body... I try to catch up. There must be more than 200 people here, but the property is so large, it doesn't feel crowded in the slightest. It takes me awhile to reach you -by that time, you've moved to the far side of the garden, at the property's limit... I steal up behind you -good, you're alone -and pull you to me, your back against my chest. My hands reach up to fondle your breasts, and I can feel your nipples harden beneath the thin fabric. "Mmmm, that's nice....." you say, leaning your shoulders back towards me so that I can smother your neck with kisses. "But I think it's only fair to warn you that my date tonight knows martial arts." I laugh as I kiss you. Feeling the start of an erection. When you starting rubbing your gorgeous ass against my pants, my cock gets hard quickly. I start thrusting against you lightly, looking behind us... Still holding you from behind, I push you over to a small grassy area fronted by a small rhododendron, and encourage you to your knees. I lift your dress, exposing your beautiful ass. You can tell I'm fumbling with my belt and zipper. "We can't..." you gasp. "It's too open! Someone will see us..." But even as the words leave your lips, you're pulling the band to your panties to one side so that I can enter you. I slide my cock inside you slowly -Ohhh, God, it feels so good -and slowly start thrusting. You moan each time. And I'm electrified. No one can see us, at least not until they're right upon us, but what we're doing feels so reckless and wanton.... You're amazed at how excited you are, considering the lack of preliminaries.... I'm shaking already, and you moan softly, so hot, your pussy so wet.... With each thrust, my cadence increases, and soon I'm driving into you so, so deeply.... "Oh, that feels so good," you moan... You rock your pussy back, to meet each hard thrust, and can feel every inch of me... And I'm in heaven, surrounded by your sweet, delicious, gorgeous pussy... Every so often, you squeeze the muscles of your pussy, bringing a long, deep moan from my lips. Oh God, you are so hot and wet.... With my hard cock stimulating your lovely pussy, my fingers are circling your clit with each thrust, and my balls are slapping against you... You can feel your orgasm already.... building, building, ohhh, you're being fucked so hard and so deep.... It steals up on you quickly..... And you let yourself cum, enjoying the incredible sensations, heightened by the danger of being caught.... Once your pussy starts contracting, squeezing my cock, I'm unable to contain myself, and you feel my cock spasm inside you as I bite hard against your dress, to keep from yelling with my release... And just the act of me cumming sets you off again, a second delicious orgasm... So that even after I stop pumping, you continue to move back against me, wiggling your pussy, the remains of your orgasm lingering, slow and delightful... It didn't take us very long, so unlike our usual lovemaking, but this was intense and satisfying. You kiss me deeply as I help you to your feet... You look so beautiful straightening your dress, your cheeks flushed, your breath still rasping... We make it back to the path just as an older couple rounds the bend... Another minute, and they would have found us. You smile mischievously, and we talk to them briefly about the lovely estate, wondering if they can tell by our color, our perspiration, what we've been doing... We laugh so easily at their jokes, so relaxed, so pleased.... As we walk back to the patio, I wonder if maybe our cum is dripping down your leg, maybe I should have cleaned you up with my mouth.... I look over at you, the waning sunlight catching your hair, the soft curves of your shoulders... And I'm smitten. So moved. You are so beautiful, so sexy. I can't keep my hands off of you... And I've done things with you that I've never done with any other woman, never even thought of doing. Yet with you, they feel so natural, and our lovemaking makes me feel like a little boy just learning about the world outside his door. Soon we're back at the patio, busier now, waiters and waitresses swirling by with more Champagne and delicious hors d'oeuvres... A tall, distinguished look man joins us. Our host... We thank him for his generosity, compliment him on his glorious estate... And then he starts in on wine. He enjoyed the wine column I used to write, likes my style, and he'd love to show me his cellar... Damned if I'm not pulled away from you again. I get another grand tour -and it's pretty impressive. The guy has hundreds of bottles, stored in dark, hardwood racks... The whole room is temperature-controlled, and he shows me wines I've only dreamt of tasting. Including a venerable Bordeaux from the year you were born. I mention the fact... And before I know it, the bottle is in my hands, a gift for us, for a special occasion... I thank him warmly, amazed, and we return to the deck... Again, I can't find you... After 15 minutes, I don't know where else to look. I head back in the house, find one of the mansion's six bathrooms... When I open the door to leave, you're on me, surprising me, driving me back, smothering my mouth. After a few quick passionate, wet kisses, you force me down on the chair near the mirror, and lock the door. You lift your dress, so erotically, and I see your beautiful pussy.... You've taken your panties off! And then you move to me slowly, gazing in my eyes, undoing my belt and my zipper, and exposing my cock. It's just starting to rise, and you grab hold and mount me slowly. It's not easy to get my cock inside of you when it's so soft, but you do it, and as it hardens, filling you, you start sliding against me.... Slowly, Ohhhhhh, so slowly... Gazing deeply into my eyes the entire time, kissing my mouth hard... With your feet touching the floor, you lift off of me until just my cock head is inside you, and then you slide down my shaft, burying my cock deep inside of your gorgeous pussy... I can feel your honey covering me.... You are so wet. And you're doing it me so completely, so deliberately... Looking at me, watching every reaction that I make.... Telling me how much you love my cock, how good it feels to take me inside of you so deeply... Oh God, I know.... It feels so exquisite, so intense, so delicious. I'm gasping with each thrust.... moaning, kissing your mouth, our tongues fencing.... God, this is so incredible, so sexy... So hot! You never vary your rhythm, you're in complete control... Squeezing me, driving me wild... If you could only feel my ecstasy... And then you close your eyes, crying out.... Oh Baby, Ohhhhhh.... I'm cumming..... And I feel your body shaking, trembling as you cum, so hard, so wonderful... But you don't stop, the same cadence, driving me insane.... Minute after minute... Samantha, oh Samantha.... So hot, so wet, so incredible... And then my body feels it, every nerve and fiber of my being starts to tense.... A warm, delirious wave rushes through me, starting with my cock, and then it's everywhere... Overwhelming me... And I come with every ounce of strength that I have, calling your name over and over and over... Barely aware that your pussy is once again squeezing my cock, and that your cries mingle with mine... And I cum so hard that I almost pass out. Samantha..... We don't move for the longest time. I just hold you so tightly, still shaking... Amazed at what you do to me... Knowing that I never had an orgasm like that before meeting you... And then I lift you off of me, moving you back to the wall... Before you can move, I'm under your dress, my tongue gliding along your thighs, moving to your sopping pussy... You lift your dress up, so you can watch me.... lifting your legs, spreading your legs... Opening yourself to me, so that I can taste our lovemaking, and please you with my mouth and tongue, probing, licking.... All over your gorgeous pussy, spreading your lips with my fingers, then sliding into you repeatedly with my tongue, sucking, licking, trying to go deeper... To taste you, to taste us.... Your moans, your gasps, so sexy... Ohhhh, I want to hear you cum one more time.... And then my lips move to your clit, circling it, lightly sucking it, and then I'm fluttering my tongue against your swollen pearl, until I feel your hands at my head, pressing me to you even as you hump my face with your pussy, crying out..... When that orgasm subsides, you slide down toward me unable to stand any longer... And we spend a few tender minutes kissing, touching. Until finally.... We unlock the door, and rejoining the party... Holding hands, exchanging knowing glances.... Until we leave... Bottle of wine in hand.... We drive home slowly, and you squeeze my hand... You are so soft, so beautiful; I love being with you, can't remember what my life was like before you... Eventually, laughing, I tell you that I had more fun than I expected to... You answer with a smile, and that look in your eyes.... And I know we're not finished yet... The Garden Party Cathy had just settled down to her new house which she had inherited it a few months earlier. The house was in a small quiet town far away from noises of the big cities. Cathy used to play here with her brothers years ago. It hadn't changed much since. It was still the sleepy place where nothing ever happened. Having moved only a week ago she was surprised to receive a letter one morning. Not very many people knew about her moving and the ones who did were definitely not the writing type. The letter contained an invitation: The Garden Party When Pam asked me to come to her pool party next Saturday I tried to think of a way to politely say no. I'm not much of a conservationist and quite frankly I find most women to be boring. I never was one for chit chat about children or homemaking or any of the typical topics most women select to discuss. Pam knew that, so I was a bit surprised that she would even ask. I hemmed and hawed trying to politely say no thanks but I think she read my mind. Look Monica, this isn't going to be another of those boring things that make you uncomfortable. The people at this one are really interesting and anyway it's going to be a mixed group. Not just women but some really fantastic guys I've met. I really don't know Pam, I'm not comfortable with people I don't know and introductions are something that I simply hate. Come on Monica, I promise you this will be different. Just bring yourself and your sexiest bathing suit. I sort of gave a sigh and a reluctant nod and it was set. Saturday at eleven I pulled into the driveway and her handyman took my keys and drove my car to a parking spot. There were already about ten other cars there and I was getting uncomfortable at the number of people in attendance. Pam took my bag and led me to the pool area. I had been there before but never when there were so many people gathered around. It was catered and there was even a small combo playing music off in one corner. I went to one of the picnic tables under a grove of elms and sat observing the activity. I was still as uncomfortable as I had expected to be. I didn't recognize anyone I knew and Pam abandoned me almost immediately. She had to keep things rolling I guess. A waiter worked his way over to me with a tray of drinks and placed two down next to me. Both champagne. I looked up wondering why two but he just grinned and said, I won't be getting back this way for at least fifteen minutes so you better just stock up, and with that, left. About five minutes later I had company. I guess he came around from behind because he was sitting next to me before I even heard him arrive. Right now I didn't feel like chatting so I didn't really make eye contact but sort of nodded yes when he asked to join me. He introduced himself as Blake, and I gave him my name. There was a pregnant silence for a few minutes before he tried to be break the ice. He began with a few observations and small talk before I finally turned to speak directly to him. It was than that I came to life. He wasn't the sort of man who I would expect to be at one of Pam's affairs. He was, well, more subdued and almost exciting to be with. He had a way of making eye contact and looking at you as if he had known you all your life. I began to open up and started telling him who I was, and how I knew Pam. From there on I just rambled on like a little fool and yet he watched me intently seeming to hang onto my every word. He never interrupted, or tried to steer my conversation. I found myself telling him things that I would never tell my closest and oldest friends and yet it seemed so natural. Than he did something that seemed so natural that I responded with out hesitation. He slid his hand across the table and turned his palm up. I placed my hand atop his and he sort of just held me. I suddenly became quiet and we just gazed at each other. Now I don't believe in love at first sight or that sort of thing, but this man was making my heart pound and my face flush. Than something happened that was totally new for me. My pussy became noticeably wet and a bit uncomfortable. Something sexually affiliated began to happen to my body For a long moment we just sat there like that. Than he broke the silence. Would you care for a drink, Monica? Like a child I nodded yes, never remembering the two drinks that had been placed next to me. They were probably warm and flat by now anyway. He turned his head, caught the waiters eye and my gaze never left his face. I never even saw the waiter place the fresh drinks down or pick up the others. Now he turned back to me and smiled. It was almost a knowing smile. The sort of smile a parent gives a child who desperately needed understanding. I was lost in it. I was fast becoming enamored with him and it sent warm washes of sexual pleasure coursing thru me. How could this man make me feel like this, I mused? I haven't known him for twenty minutes and yet I was developing feelings that I was embarrassed to admit even to myself. His voice was deep and soothing. He told me about himself, how he had come to know Pam, and a bit about his business. I heard parts of it but my mind was conjuring up much more exotic thoughts rather than actually listening to what he was saying. I let my mind fantasize a love affair, a sexual encounter, a voyage to some secluded spot and other sexual scenarios. He must have seen the misty distant look in my eyes because he suddenly became quiet, squeezed my hand and whispered, are you going to join the others and go swimming? I kept my eyes on him and nodded no. I wasn't about to let this moment go. Almost as if he knew what I had been day dreaming about he reached out his other hand and I place my hand in his. Now it was as if we were sending messages to each other with our minds and I actually blushed. I moved my legs uncomfortably under the bench and realized that I was not just wet but sticky. I slowly moved my legs apart and felt the lips of my pussy come apart. It was almost as if they were being kissed by some magical force. It actually brought me closer to an orgasm than I dare admit. I took my hand from his, reached for my glass and lifted it to my lips, all the while watching him over the rim. The waiter had replaced the champagne with a rum drink, a very strong rum drink. He smiled. Damn him, he knew. I swear he could see it in my face. I wanted him and he knew it. My breath came in long slow deep gasps and my breasts heaved. I felt a sudden release as the top button on my blouse parted and now my cleft was exposed. I normally would have been upset, but now I had an urge to see if I could make the button just below separate too. I couldn't. Would you like to walk he asked? Sure I answered and we stood. He drained his drink and took me by my arm and we began to walk deeper into the shade of the trees' canopy. I now was totally wet and each step worked my pussy back and forth teasing my clit so much that I had to stop every so often or lose what little control I had left. It was near the edge of the elm grove that I turned and leaned against the tree. He paused in front of me and looked down into my eyes. I lost control and my arms rose up and entwined around his neck. He bowed his head and as I looked up, our lips met. Kisses are just kisses until they hold some mystical meaning. That kiss was what dreams are made of. At first it was just a warm joining, than I let my lips part, his followed. My tongue moved to enter and his joined mine. Than they seemed to duel with each other. We were no longer kissing. We were seducing each other. I never wanted to break this joining and my arms tightened around his neck and I thrust my breasts hard to his chest. His hands had lowered and now were around my waist drawing me closer to his warm body and my legs were slightly parted as I shoved my pelvis forward and pushed my pussy hard against his thigh. I felt the swollen hardness of his manhood press back in return. I never thought about it before, but I close my eyes when I kiss. I was in a sort of dreamy world of sensual pleasure when I suddenly lost my breath and we had to break apart. He moved his cheek to mine and sort of whispered in my ear. Where is this going Monica? I mean it can't end like this. I whispered back. It can go as far as we let it Blake. I probably said that out of desperation. I didn't want to lose him and this seemed to be the point where I either decided to hold him or let him walk out of my life. I had decided that I needed him in my life. I think the drink was getting to me because I looked up and asked. Take me home Blake, now, please. It was a stupid thing to say but I had to get him alone with me and it was the only thing I could think of. He walked with me to the front and I decided to leave everything here, including my car, and pick it up later. I asked the handyman to tell Pam I had to leave and with that slid into his car and moved across to press my arm against his. Now I had another dilemma. I really didn't want to go to my place. Almost as if he read my mind he turned to me and asked. Would you like to stop by my place before going home Monica? I'd love that I responded. Where is your place anyway? About a half hour from here. It's up in the hills. You'll like it. It's isolated and has a beautiful view of the blue ocean. With that we became quiet. I moved closer to snuggle against his shoulder and sort of rested my cheek on it. I let my hand drift down and come to rest on his thigh. It was strong and firm and at that point I became a bit more brazen. I let my hand slide up and down sort of stroking him from his knee to his groin. I wanted to feel his cock but didn't dare let him know. I'm a little sleepy from that drink Blake; can I rest my head on your lap until we get there? Sure he answered and kept his eyes on the road. I slid over to the door, and lay across the seat and put my head on his thigh. My hand moved up to cradle my face and in that way I could move my fingers more freely. I held still for a few minutes but feigning sleep I let my hand move to a point between his thighs and begin to search for his cock. That's when I got a pleasant surprise. I couldn't tell if he was hard or just semi-erect but he was big. I squirmed a bit and than turned my head so I now faced his tummy. I deliberately breathed thru my mouth so my hot breath would be felt. Now I could feel him begin to grow larger. He was driving me mad and I wanted to slide my hand up and open his fly and release that shaft but I didn't dare be that forward. I just sort of squeezed his hard rod periodically and kept breathing on him. About the time I was ready to toss caution to the wind and take him out, the car slowed and stopped. I sat up and looked around. Here already? I asked. Um hum he murmured and getting out went around and opened the door for me. We walked in and there was another surprise. The front door actually entered on the second floor. The House seemed to hang off a steep mountain and I was standing on a sort of balcony. Looking down you could see the living room, sunken fireplace and all. It was beautiful. We walked down a spiral staircase and stood in the living room. The carpet was so plush that I simply had to take my shoes off and let it caress my feet. Turning to him, I looked down and saw the large bulge between his thighs. I had accomplished more than I had thought on the way over. We went to the windows and looked down on the beach below. It was breathtaking. Than I turned and slipped into his arms. Again that kiss, but now more brazen and more anxious than before I sucked his tongue into my mouth and ran my fingers thru the hair at the nape of his neck. I let my other hand slide down to stroke the bulge I had created and he moved his hips back slightly giving me more access. The kiss ended and I whispered; I'm hot. He mistook my meaning and volunteered a suggestion that we go take a swim in his pool. Oh that would be wonderful I answered, but........ I didn't bring my suit. Well he answered, we're adults, let's go skinny dipping. I took a deep breath. Now I wondered what he would think of me in the nude. With that he went to a closet and took a bundle of towels out and led me to the pool. It wasn't very large but the water seemed inviting and slowly we undressed. It was a bit amusing because we each turned our backs to each other as we stripped. He jumped in before I had finished. I sat on the edge and sort of slid into the cool water. I swam over to him and by now the inevitable happened. My nipples always get hard and stand up when they get cold and that's just what happened. Now about two feet in front of him I noticed his gaze was on my breasts. I have rather small breasts, a I teasingly asked. Like them? He took a deep breath and in a hushed voice, almost a whisper, answered, fantastic. Here, let me rub them against you. And with that I moved up close to him and began to bob up and down dragging my nipples across his chest. I was turning myself on but really didn't care. Now we were so close that I could feel his shaft brush against my tummy. We broke the spell by dunking each other and fooling around as children might. Exhausted but completely aroused, I hoisted myself up and sat on the edge of the pool with my legs dangling in the water. I was trying to see his cock thru the rippling water but he kept his arms moving, making it difficult to get a good view. Come on. Dry me off Blake. You're going to turn into a prune if you stay in there much longer. And with that I stood and waited for him to get out and join me. When he pulled himself out of the water and stood, I got my first view of my man. The cold water probably had kept him from becoming fully aroused, but even at that he was large. He was obviously circumcised and his shaft was laced with a series of soft blue veins. The head of his cock was a pale purple, almost a powdery purple but it too was thick and large. He noticed my stare and actually seemed a bit embarrassed. Spreading two towels on loungers along the pool he directed me to lie down and offered to dry me. I took one towel and dried my hair as he began to towel my body off. He was deft and tended to my legs, shoulders and arms quickly but than seemed to linger on my more intimate parts. The terry cloth towel was patted over my breasts, than he dragged the material across my already erect nipples. Than he moved down my tummy to my pussy and whispered, spread! I obeyed as he began to pat that dry also. The brush across my nipples moments earlier had me nearly cumming and now he was doing strange things to my pussy. I looked at him as he parted my puffy firm lips and I asked; like it? I just shaved it this morning. Oh god yes he mumbled. And what do you think about my breasts Blake. They are sensitive you know. I was almost pleading with him to put his hand on them again. Sooooooooo Nice he cooed. Roll them between your fingers I begged. They really get big than. And almost as an obedient child would, he did just that. But his warm fingers were soon replaced by his mouth. At first he cupped my breasts in his hands and sort of forced my nipples up, than he extended his tongue and flicked the tip of it up and down the sides of my darkening nipples, swirling its wet tip around and around my aureoles causing a series of small bumps to populate the soft halos. I felt my ass begin to tighten than relax repeatedly. My pelvis seemed to move almost imperceptivity up and down in mock thrusting as if I were fucking some imagined cock. I guess I always have had some sort of reaction in my pussy when my nipples were taunted. Almost as if some invisible communication were established between the two. Oh my god Blake. OOOOoooh baby. You're making me crazy. God don't stop what you're doing. My pussy is throbbing. Almost as if to see for himself he let his free hand glide down to my pussy and his fingers began to strum up and down the wet cleft. I was delirious and knew my orgasm was mere seconds away. Than he sent me over the top. I sobbed as he simultaneously pressed his lips down and sucked my nipple into his mouth while whipping his tongue over it and began to swipe his wet slippery fingers up and down over my hard clit. As I heaved up his fingers tightly formed a group, perhaps three, which he began to plunge in and out of my cunt. I went heaving up and down and I heard my own voice gurgle a string of profanity that was definitely not lady like. FUCK MY CUNT! YESSSSSSSSSS JUST LIKE THAT. PUT YOUR FINGERS IN DEEP BLAKKKEEEEE. OHMYGODOHMYGODOOOOOOOOOOOOH BABY MAKE ME CUM HARD. NOW! OH BABY I AMMMMMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMMMMING NOW. My body heaved up and down like a puppet and I twisted and turned, my legs lifted into the air and my ass shoved my pussy up to meet his slippery wet fingers as a cascade of my own wetness seemed to flood my thighs. I dropped down exhausted and lay there, my breasts heaving as I gasped for breath. My god Blake. Oh my god what did you do to me? He just smiled and whispered, you needed that didn't you? It's what you wanted all afternoon wasn't it? Damn him. He had read me all afternoon and I hated him for that. Yeah? Now let me see just how much of a cock you have. Come on, lay back and let's see how big it can get with a real woman working on it. He smiled and sat up in a lounge chair. I took two towels, folded them double and placed them on tile in front of the lounger. I knelt on them and spread his legs. He leaned back almost amused at all my preparation and rested his hands atop his thighs. I took his cock and balls in my hand and began. First I gently kneaded those huge balls between my fingers, being gentle and at the same time tugging each. Now I stroked his shaft and watched it expand in my hand. I was truly amazed at how it grew. The thickness seemed to spread my curled fingers apart so that they barely reached around his cock and the length seemed to grow inches as he became harder. I put my thumb under his shaft and pressing slightly as I slid it up from the base to its head. A large droplet of clear pre-cum formed at the tip and as it began to flow downwards, almost dripping off I tilted his cock upwards to my mouth and with pursed lips drove my head down forcing his shaft deep into my throat. I held my breath and began to suck. The fluid was almost tasteless, perhaps a bit sweet but noticeably slippery as I swirled my tongue over that soft yet firm head. So far he held still. But as I began to move my head up and down faster and faster while rolling his balls in my palm, he began to slowly thrust up to meet my rapidly bobbing head. Now my saliva was flowing profusely and the salacious slurping sound I was making was affecting him. Hell it was making me hotter and hotter again. I wanted him! I wanted to feel the cum gush into my mouth and now my frantic efforts became more vigorous. I licked his balls, I ran my tongue up and down the length of his shaft and I plunged my tightly held lips up and down its entire length. He suddenly put his hand on the back of my head and sobbed. Monica? Monica. Now! God I'm gonna cum. I was pleased and moved still faster and now began to twist my mouth around, swirling my tongue across the top of his cock and than as he bucked up and cried my name, I pressed my tongue hard against the head of his cock and felt the first spurting jet of his warm thick cum begin to pulse into my mouth. That was quickly followed by a second and third. My mouth was now full and I was forced to gulp huge quantities down as I swirled the tangy fluid around coating my lips and tongue. Now I slid my wet fingers up along the underside of his cock milking the remaining sperm into my mouth. Than reluctantly I let him go. I opened my mouth to proudly show him the remains of his cum. Than came a pleasant surprise. He stayed hard. So help me god he was still rock hard and as I stood up I felt my own fluid creep from between my puffy swollen lips and run down the inside of my thighs. He saw the clear fluid glint in the sunlight and stood up and took me in his arms. Another long kiss during which we shared the remains of what had been his full load of cum, and than he reached under my thighs, lifted me and carried me into the house and his bedroom. It was strictly a mans room, nothing feminine about it. The bed was massive, a king sized bed with dark wood graced the center of the room and it stood about a foot higher than normal. He took me to it and lay me down on the soft dark blue blanket. A number of oversized pillows were neatly arranged at the head of the bed and there were two huge mirrors almost taking up the entire far wall and the wall at the foot of the bed. I lay their passively and patiently waiting. I knew he wasn't thru with me because as he knelt next to me he bent his head to plant yet another of his warm kisses on my lips. Than it began. His lips moved everywhere, his hands caressed my body and missed not one spot. Now they stroked my hips, now my breasts were rubbed under his palms, my eyelids were kissed, and than he began to lick and suck at the hollow of my throat. Nothing was missed. It was as if he were a sculptor letting his fingers dance over my body trying to memorize each curve, each intricate location, trying to memorize the texture of my skin, my very soul and I was writhing in anticipation. I was now fully aware of his physical attributes and I wanted to have him. To feel him moving in me, with me and giving me all the pleasures I had so long wanted. The Garden Party He began slowly, almost methodically. The kisses began with my mouth, than progressed to my cheeks, down my neck to my shoulder. Not stopping there he moved to the hollow of my throat and the swollen orbs of my breasts. And all the while his warm hands kept searching my body. Now they caressed my hips, now my thighs, now my tummy and than they grazed lightly over my swollen pussy. I rarely called my pussy anything but that, my pussy, but now I was thinking of it in other terms. And words such as fuck and screw, of cunt and dick began to creep into my minds vocabulary. I was a wanton and completely depraved slut and I was enjoying it. When he let his fingers begin to stroke the now nude lips of my pussy I sighed knowing that the warm sticky yet slippery fluid was oozing from between the puffy mounds. My clit was already swollen to twice its normal size and its pink round head could no longer hide within its sheath. It was exposed and waiting. As his kisses moved across my heaving breasts they paused at my nipples and just as he earlier had done he teased them. That hot tongue flicked back and forth always avoiding actually touching them. My pussy throbbed and pulsed. I felt it contract than relax over and over again and each contraction forced still more of my own cum to flow constantly out and trickle down the crack of my ass. His hands never stopped moving and now was pressing a bit more firmly on my labia. The fluid must have coated his entire hand by now for I now felt hot and wet as he spread the slippery wetness over the entire area. My thighs were caressed. His index finger slid between the cheeks of my ass and glanced over my ass. It felt it slowly enter me back there and begin to massage the tight little opening. He moves his other hand to my cunt and his fingers entered me. First one, than another and god knows a third and each was alive. They twisted turned, and stroked in and out. Curving them up under my cervix he stroked my "G" spot and I felt like peeing. I was going mad by now and to add to my torment he now did actually press his open mouth over my nipples and begin to drag his teeth across their sensitive surface. I was gagging back a sob when I felt myself again surge up to peak at another orgasm. I gasped to him. I pleaded and begged, I gave commands and I cried. OH GOD BLAKE. MY BABY. DEAR SWEETHEART WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEEEE. I, GODDDDDDDDDDDDD, YES, OH YESSSSS, OH YES RIGHT THERE. I FEEL IT. BABY. OH BABY TAKE MEEEEEEEE. TASTE ME! DRINK ME! MY OH MYYYYYYYYYYY GOD EAT MEEEEEE NOW, NOW DO IT! And in a split second he abandoned my nipple and focused his mouth on my cunt. I shoved upwards arching my back and swaying in air. His hot mouth was all over my pussy. Now licking with long strokes up and down its inner surface, now stabbing his long tongue deep into my weeping hole, now wiggling it up to glance over my clit and finally to purse his lips around it and suck hard and long. I nearly passed out. The orgasm simply wouldn't end. It kept me cresting from one climax right into another until finally I screamed to him. OH MY GOD STOP! NO MORE! I CAN'T GO ON. NOOOOOOOOO MORE. I found myself stuttering and my words slurred as I gasped for breath. As he finally heard my cries and stopped making me cum. I dropped down and lay there panting and moaning. My spread legs began to twitch and shudder. I thought I was at deaths door. No woman can stand so much for so long. And now I lay there, my hands covering my pussy and my head rolling back and forth. He sat there smiling down at me and stroking my hair as I struggled to calm my heart. It was beating out of my chest and I couldn't catch my breath. I was sighing quietly to myself as I returned to this world. Looking down I could see that he was still aroused and larger than ever. The head of that shaft was now coated with a glisten patina of his pre-cum and wavered before him. I suddenly came to the realization that I would never be satisfied without that stroking in and out of my body and I struggled to lift my head and reached to grasp it. Me, give it to me. Help me Blake. Give it to me. Let me suck it now. Let me taste it again. Pleeeese honey. Please? Smiling he moved to sit closer to my head and rolling onto my side I pushed my face to his shaft and sucked it in. He let me have it for almost five minutes before he asked me that question that I so needed to hear. Does my babys pussy want to take it now? I almost spit his cock out in my rush to scream yesssssssssss. Oh god yes. Now Blake. Take me now. Without a second thought I quickly rolled over and knelt before him. Wiggling my knees back so that my ass almost hung off the bed. Fuck me like this Blake. Hurt me. Give me all of it and do it hard. Like this. And with that I wiggled my ass enticingly. He slid off the bed and stood behind me. I held myself up on outstretched arms and waited. I looked over my shoulder to watch and than it was all sensation. I mean my body was simply a wanton receptacle for sexual sensations. He held his shaft low so it would slide up and down the outside of my cunt yet within the hot folds of its inner lips. He stroked its head up and down glancing over my clit with each thrust and I swear my clit felt as if it were being masturbated as that cock ran up and down across it. I was now afraid I would cum again before he went in if he kept it up but than he drew back and released his hold on his cock. It sprang up and found the hot glistening entrance to my womb and slowly teased its way in. I had my thighs together so my cunt was tight and I wondered if he would tear me open. Now that he had that purple head just at the entrance he tenderly forced it in. I felt my pussy stretch open for him and I sobbed as he drew back only to return it to its place within my vagina. He shoved slowly than drew back and each time he penetrated me further. In and out. In and out. Each slow oscellation was like a pendulum on a clock swinging to and fro or like a metronome slowly swaying back and forth. And each thrust was deeper than the one before. Now the stretching was obvious. He was forcing a shaft that felt to be two inches in diameter into a pussy that must expand to take it. The hot ivory shaft plunged in, slipping along the slick lining of my pussy and he was driving me mad. I felt his heavy balls beat against the back of my thighs and with each stroke there was that slapping sticky sound. A patter patter as he drove in and pulled out. His hands were on my hips holding me firmly as he plunged in and out. I felt it building up again and realized that by holding my thighs tightly together as I was, my clit was being caressed by my very own swollen outer lips. Each stroke he took forced my clit to be stroked as well. Now he bent forward and yet continued to fuck me deep. His hands slid over the cheeks of my ass and than along my sides than around and under me so that my breasts and nipples were cupped in his palms. When he began to roll and pull on my nipples I again felt the inevitable. I was going to cum all over that hot hard cock and I wanted him to hurt me. Now I begged and pleaded. I used every word in my vocabulary to voice my need. FUCK ME! GOD DAMN YOU FUCK ME! RAM IT IN! HARDER! HARDER! OOOOOOOOOH MY GOD FUCK ME! FUCK, FUCK, FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEE! BABEEEEEEE CUM IN ME! COME ON FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR THICK CUM! GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE. OH MY GOD I AM! IT'S IT'S CUMMING NOW. FEEL IT? FEEL HOW TIGHT I AM BLAKE? GOD IT'S SO GOOD. OOOOOOOOOOOOH BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! MY ASS, FUCK MY ASS. QUICK! SHOVE IT IN. HURT ME. FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE ASS BLAKE. DO IT NOW. And with the last plunge he drew back and I felt a sucking sort of sensation as he drew that slippery shaft out of my pussy and force it into the tight ring of my ass. It stung and burned. He was huge and for a few moments he had me squirming with the shock of it. But moments later that subsided and a new sensation overwhelmed me. The intimate knowledge of his cock deep in my bowels coupled with the sensations of his balls now slapping against my dripping pussy drove me again to cum but this time it was different. I was a slut getting fucked the way she had forever dreamed of. And he needed no urging. Now he was plunging that thick cock deep and hard into me and I squeezed tightly urging him on until I heard the familiar sob. Monica? I'M GONNA SHOOT. OH MY GOD TAKE IT! FEEL IT? FEEL THE WARM CUM GUSHING DEEP INSIDE YOUR HOT BODY? And with each spasm I swear I could feel the fluid erupt deep inside me and than I experienced that surprising climax that I had abandoned as being impossible. I came and he came and we clung to each other as he continued to spasm and spew the last remaining sperm deep in my ass. He lay atop me for a long time before trying to draw his cock out. I still held him tightly captive inside me and when he finally did pull out a gush of warm milky cum followed and rolled down making a puddle under my pussy. He vanished and returned with a warm cloth and rolled me over and tended to my sore and throbbing pussy, and ass. God he was every womans dream and I had no intention of letting him get away. I would be his sex slave for ever and promised myself that I would satisfy his every whim no matter what it might be. Perhaps next time he would bind me to the bed and torment me until I again cried true tears of frustration and satisfaction. The next morning he drove me back to Pam's to pick up my car. He was going to be out of town for two days and gave me the keys to his house and told me to bring some clothes and things from my apartment and set myself up in his place. I was dancing on air. On the way back to his house I again stopped at Pam's and she handed me a small suitcase. Take this with you Monica. This will keep you amused until Blake gets back. I didn't look in the case until I had put all my things in the spare closet of his bedroom. Than I lay the suitcase on the bed and opened it. The little nymph had gone out and bough a variety of sex toys and video tapes for me. I could just imagine what they were like. I opened each box carefully and examined each toy in turn. A butt plug that vibrated, a dildo that was some nine inches long with a handle, a vibrator that both stroked and twisted with a little floppy soft plastic thing on the side that ended in a fishtail sort of thing. It was supposed to fit around my clit. This gadget had everything and plugged into the wall outlet. It would never run out of power. She even had included wrist and ankle cuffs in the event we wanted to fool around with some bondage, a strap on dildo and of course a small jar of lubricant. I had often wondered what it would feel like to fuck a guy up his ass and she must have remembered. To kill time I actually attached the bondage things to the four corners of the master bed and adjusted it to fit me. I tucked them out of sight under the mattress, sort of ashamed to leave them exposed. Next I took the four tapes to the player and turned on the TV. The first tape was typical. Gangbangs, guys jerking off into some sexy girl's mouths and some cream pie things where the guy came in either the girl's ass or pussy and all that. The next tape was of lesbians doing each other. Than suddenly I saw something that had me running to get that vibrator. I watched that tape seven times before I exhausted myself and decided that I would talk Blake into doing me that way. I could hardly walk by the time the last tape was over. The rest of the day I just fussed around the house and drank a few vodka gimlets. I kept thinking about that one scene and get hot all over again. That led to another trip to the bedroom and another series of orgasms. But none was nearly as satisfying as what Blake had given me. I found that I was becoming more and more vocal when I came which was new to me. I used to be very quiet but now I was moaning quite loudly and several times I found myself calling his name when I came. The next night I heard his car pull into the driveway, the garage door open and than close and the door open. I had bathed and put on the tightest, sexiest pair of shorts I owned and deliberately neglected to put on a bra or panties. I wore my blouse open almost to my navel and frequently found my hand had wandered to my breasts and teased my nipples. In plain terms, I was hot and horny beyond belief. As he set his bag down I flew into his arms and grabbed his neck and sort of lifted my feet off the floor and wrapped them around the back of his thighs. The kiss was something dreams are made of and when his tongue snaked into my mouth I sucked hard. We had to break to catch our breaths. I brought him a drink, and I actually began to undress him. I was anxious beyond belief and my pussy was sopping wet. I wondered if I would even need the lubricant for what I had in mind. His shirt removed, I knelt down and unfastened his belt, pulled down his zipper and peeled his pants off. I took his shoes and socks off and now he stood there in those tight briefs and nothing else. Than I did a little strip tease in front of him. Teasing my blouse off and exposing my breasts with their hard nipples and than hooking my thumbs in the waist of my shorts they came down and dropped to the floor. He stared at my pussy and than his eyes went back to my breasts. You shaved your pussy again didn't you? I nodded yes. For what I had in mind that was important. Come! Follow me honey. And I led him to the bedroom. I put the tape in the machine and turned on the TV. I hoisted myself up to lay on the bed with my head propped up and reached over and stroked his cock thru those tight briefs. He was already semi erect and seeping pre-cum and I could feel its slippery wetness thru the silken cloth. Take them off and get comfortable Blake. And with my help he wiggled out of them. I was so close to his cock that I dipped my head and gave it a little suck. It stood up alert and hard already. Now I turned on the tape with the remote and whispered, watch this baby. I want to try something that's on here. I stared at the screen and than my eyes went back to him. I was looking for his reaction. Soon he was slowly stroking his cock and I found myself with my fingers buried deep inside my vagina. Looking at his hand stroking that beautiful hard shaft I wanted to take hold of it and stop him. It was mine to use, and I wanted him ready, but not too ready. My own cunt was now cascading that oily musky fluid that comes when I get excited. Than the scene I was waiting for came on. Look! Look at this Blake! I want you to do this to me. It was a scene in which one girl was putting her hand slowly into the other woman's pussy. She twisted it in and soon it was all inside her and her wrist was the only thing outside. I don't know what her fingers were doing inside but I could imagine. Do that to me Blake. I want to feel that as I make you cum in my mouth. Pleeeeese honey? Can we? He smiled at me and just remarked, Fisting? Sure if you are hot enough and relaxed, sure. I turned the machine off and now rolled over on my side and sort of moved into a position where his face was close to my pussy and my mouth was inches away from that beautiful cock. Reaching over I found the lubricant and put it into his hand. Go slowly Monica he whispered. We have to go slowly now. I was desperate, and already hot as hell. He put his lips to my pussy and began. I was leaking like a faucet and he was lapping it up frantically. And every time his hot tongue brushed against my clit I reacted by shoving my pelvis forward. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck the pre-cum as quickly as I could glean it from that hot shaft. I was torn between two needs. One, to get as much of his cock down my thirsty throat and the need to feel his hot mouth over my pussy. Than I heard the cap being removed from the jar and than felt his warm fingers begin to tease my pussy. As he sucked my clit he began to stroke two or three fingers in and out of me. Apparently the silky lube Pam had given me had something in it that made my pussy hot and very sensitive. His fingers were like tentacles that worked their way in and out, now turning, now stroking. I felt my pussy's lips being forced further apart as yet another finger moved in to join the other and I began to suck frantically on his cock. I suspected that now he had four fingers deep inside me and only his thumb remained out. Than so gently that I hardly realized it. I felt my entire vagina filled. I shoved forward hard and felt something driving against my womb. Now I was going frantic. He seemed to spread his fingers inside me and begin to twist his hand. His knuckles moved in a circle as his fingers began to unfurl and than curl back up. I was building to an orgasm that would be like nothing I had ever endured before. And now it began. He was sucking my clit, while his whole hand was dancing deep inside my vagina and his other hand, with slippery dexterity, began to stroke and enter my ass. I went crazy and had to take his cock out of my mouth to breath and scream at the same time. BLAKE! OH MY DEAR GOD! MORE! MY GOD I NEED MORE! I'M, I'M, GONNNNNNNNNA CUM! BABY MORE, POUND ME MORE! MY GODDDDDDDDDD. FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR FIST HARDER. TWIST IT. MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GOD IT'S SO GOOOOOOOOD. FASTER! JUST LIKE THAT! LIKE THAT. MORE! GOD OH MY GOD. And all the time I kept jerking his cock. Frantically milking it so he would cum with me. That was what I needed. Him to cum in my mouth at the same time. Now I jerked his shaft and kept drooling over my fingers to keep him wet as I tried to get my lips to hold the head of his cock. And still I screamed to him. BLAKEEEEEEEEEEEE! CUMMING NOW! OH GOD SHOOT IN MY MOUTH. GIMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE YOUR CUM. OHMYGODOHMYGOD IT'S SO GOOD. CUM PLEASEEEEEEE CUM NOW FOR ME. TOGETHER. CUM TOGETHER WITH ME. NOW! He pulled his lips off my clit with a salacious slurping sound and sobbed to me. Take it! Babeeeeeee, take it now! GOD HERE IT COMES. SPURTING NOW! ERUPTING FOR YOU MY SWEET BABY NOW SUCK IT AND DRINK MY WARM THICK STRINGY CUM. NOW TAKE IT. I think we both were thrusting and turning as I had one orgasm after another. One seeming to never end before the next began and his fist kept driving against my womb and when he put his lips over my whole pussy and began to lick and suck I had my first ejaculation and it must have shot right into his mouth. I couldn't have stopped it if my life depended on it and I just didn't care. I felt the contractions and heard him making sucking sounds as I continued to spasm into his mouth. I milked the last of his cum from his hard shaft and swallowed, than rolled onto my back as he drew his hand from within me. The last thing he did was take his slippery fingers from inside my ass and we collapsed panting on the bed. I lay there for a moment than rolled on top of him, planted a warm wet kiss on his lips and whispered...... Fantastic. That was Fantastic Blake. It couldn't have been better. Your still hard baby, want to fuck my ass for me now? So I rolled over and drew my knees up, presenting my ass for him. He rolled off the bed and stood behind me and placing the head of his shaft at my ass he reached for my hips and drew me back, plunging his cock deep within my bowel. He worked it in and out for about a half hour before cumming but during that span of time I again came for him any number of times. We were a couple who were learning that the world outside didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was us. Later we decided to bring one of his past girl friends in for a threesome. She was Bi, but that was probably best because our next episode was going to be a pleasure for all three of us.